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I kinda wanna make sfw and maybe a little (not a lot) of nsfw stories for everyone but not specifically fem reader because people write a lot and tag x male reader under the tag but it's fem reader explicitly. So I'll do requests. I'm in these fandoms currently.

Obey me!

Twisted Wonderland

(Especially azul he's my favorite character)

Star wars

Hazbin hotel (don't get me wrong I know aroace people do have platonic and romantic in their relationship sometimes but it's mostly to satisfy their partner. But 100% no smut for alastor,nifty and the eggboys. Also not for Charlie and vaggie either sorry)

Call of duty modern warfare

MHA (only writing for the adults in mha nsfw I swear if someone ask for a bakugou smut I'll soccer punch them 😭🙏) (only sfw for the class 1-A and toga..

Creepypasta. (If yall ask for toby and Jeff it's the new toby that's an old man and Jeff as in Jeff hodek. Not no emo teenager. But I will do emo teen Jeff woods in SFW.) (But I don't know why I need to say this but NO OFFENDERMAN LIKE??)

Marble hornets.

Undertale. (Only sfw)

DC: so bat children, batman, Clark kent, etc.

What I will do: smut, fluff, NSFW (it doesn't just mean smut it also means gore) angst, child reader, if you want the reader to have a mental disorder you struggle with and get comfort by the direct character/s you say, wholesome.

What I won't do: rape, pedophilia, age regression (Im sorry I just don't feel comfortable writing it), somnophilia, basically anything bad and criminal.

What I'll do if it's a TW (I will warn you at the beginning if it's a TW thing.)

what I won't do: fem reader. If you're a fem reader you can read the stuff that has gender neutral on it though. But not trans male reader or AMAB reader.

What I will do: amab reader, trans male reader, nonbinary reader,

MA'AM I SAW THAT CEO ANAKIN TAG GIMME YOUR THOUGHTS ABOUT HIM HAVING A HOT ASF SECRETARY 🤠

OH MY GOD YES

NSFW 18+

this got so long i'm so sorry i can't write without adding back story-

content warning: smut, dirty talk, a touch of degradation kink

you just know anakin is such a no-bullshit CEO. everyone who works under him is fluent in his needs. make a mistake in mr. skywalker's building? you'll be out on your ass with a box of your stuff by the end of the day

he's the the type of boss that doesn't need to yell, "GET THAT REPORT DONE BY FRIDAY!", oh no. he elicits fear so deep that all he needs to do is look someone in the the eyes and utter, "you have until friday." and you KNOW that report will be perfect and on time bc if it isn't holy shit whoever wrote it is in for it

he has the perfect secretary. she knows him better than he knows himself. but, to his absolute disdain, helena gets pregnant and eventually needs to take maternity leave

mr. skywalker's torn bc he's grown quite fond of helena so he wants her to be safe and comfortable during her pregnancy, but on the other hand, he knows he's gonna have to replace her and nobody could ever come close to being as good a secretary as she is

at first they mutually agree that the new secretary should be someone who already works at the company. that way, they'll already have an idea of how things work and they won't be completely blindsided by anakin's "ludicrous demands" (helena's words that make mr. skywalker roll his eyes, but she knows she'd never be the recipient of his anger bc of how many years she's spent making his life so much easier)

turns out, nobody wants the job. they know how good helena is, and they know skywalker will already be pissed at whoever replaces simply for not being helena. they also know that taking that job would be like standing right in the middle of no-man's-land

so helena has to go external with her search for her replacement. that's when she finds you

you aren't new to the city. you aren't a small town girl with big town dreams. you have experience, confidence, and nerve

helena knows you're perfect

her warning makes you laugh.

"helena, please; i've dealt with crazy bosses before. i think i can handle skywalker"

there's nothing more she can really say. "alright, hun. you have my number should you need any help"

your first day at work is a thursday. mr. skywalker does a double take when he sees you sitting at helena's desk

it was deadline week last week so he didn't have time to sit in on the interviews. he just trusted helena to pick the right secretary, but now he's beginning to doubt if that was the right choice

from your pretty features, skywalker assumes you're a young, freshly-graduated, starry-eyed, new-to-new-york little girl that thinks she can handle it big time.

so he storms right over to your desk, all guns blazing, a cold look in his eyes. "send today's schedule through to my office"

you look up from the files you were reading through and meet his eyes before giving him a smile. "good morning, mr. skywalker! i'm Y/N, i look forward to working with you"

clenching his jaw as he accidentally glances down to your cleavage, he leans forward over your desk, resting his fists on it. "let's get one thing straight: your time here is temporary. there's no need for the niceties. you're only here to keep helena's seat warm. so do your your job, and do it well, or i'll fire you and make it damn near impossible for you to find another decent job in new york"

you stay silent, but there's no fear on your face like skywalker is used to seeing on someone who he's just yelled at

with a deep breath, you realize helena wasn't kidding when she called him a piece of work. "i believe in synergy, mr. skywalker, especially between a CEO and his secretary. yes, i'm only here temporarily, but my job is arguably the most important in this whole building. so you and i should be on the same wavelength, and knowing my name is hardly a nicety"

skywalker doesn't say anything, still hunched over your desk with anger in his eyes

"your schedule is clear until the afternoon. i made it that way so that we could have a discussion on what we each expect from one another," you go on to say, leaving him speechless for a few seconds

"what the fuck do you expect from me past your paycheck?" he asks bitterly, his eyes narrowing

"some respect would be nice," you muse, before standing up. he stands up straight, too.

"respect is earned."

"and i will earn yours, sir," you tell him, walking around your desk so that you're standing in front of him. "i know men like you. i know you enjoy eliciting fear in their eyes; and you and i both know they're terrified of you."

skywalker swallows thickly, wondering where the fuck helena found you

you begin to undo his tie, and he doesn't protest. he did it in a rush this morning, so he allows you to perfect it. it's a little out of line for you to so happily touch him five minutes into your shift, but he can't bring himself to stop you

"it feels good, doesn't it?" you ask him with your eyes on his tie. skywalker looks down at you with furrowed brows, taking in the coy look on your face. "having that power over them. commanding the room wherever you go." you finally look up to meet his eyes. "does it make your cock hard?"

he almost chokes

"i know it'd make me so wet to think of all that power in my hands," you utter, smoothing down his tie. your pinkies run over his nipples through his shirt, making him shiver. you keep your eyes on his, craning your neck to look up at him. "i'd constantly be horny."

he lets out a breath he didn't know he was keeping in before taking your hands off his chest. "you're fired."

he "fires" you three more times that week, and twelve more times the following one

you still show up every day though

he feels lost. he doesn't know what to do. you refuse to leave, and he can't bring himself to yell at you or force you to go

he's so used to his every command being obeyed, and he has never had to repeat himself, let alone fire someone literally twenty times only for them to refuse

helena laughs when he calls her. he doesn't tell her why exactly he wants to fire you, but he tells her you're inappropriate and wrong for the job. she tells him to suck it up and that you were the strongest candidate

"your coffee, sir," you sing as you float into his office- without knocking, as usual.

"thank you," he mutters with his eyes on his work, making you grin

helena told you not to expect any gratitude and that it took her three years to get a verbal thanks out of him. you feel proud it only took you two weeks

"you all set for your 11am meeting with mr. kenobi?" you ask casually, standing in front of his desk after putting down his coffee

skywalker slowly lifts his eyes up to you. "what the fuck are you talking about?"

you give him an innocent look. "the meeting you have in two hours? to discuss the acquisition?"

his hand clenches into a fist. "why the fuck didn't you inform me about this yesterday?"

feigning a look of surprise, you bring your finger up to your mouth and bite on it. "i'm so sorry, sir, i could've sworn i told you"

he rubs his temples and his jaw clenches. "this is the most important meeting of the year, and you're giving me two hours to prepare for it?"

you wince, playing with your fingers. "i'm sorry, i really am, it's just that i so often get lost in your eyes and forget what i actually came in to say."

his face drops and looks up at you with a murderous glare. "get over here."

biting your lip, you comply with his order and slowly make your way around his glass desk

he looks you up and down, the rage clear on his face. "you like being a little tease, huh?"

you're shocked. with all the playful flirting you served him, he never once returned it. he'd just roll his eyes or tell you to get out. or fire you. you didn't miss that he only fired you whenever you gave him a boner with your words

"i don't- i don't know what you're talking about," you say, acting more innocent than both you and anakin know you are.

"i'm done playing games," he seethes, suddenly grabbing your wrist. "take off that tight little dress and sit on my cock."

you gasp, frozen in place.

his grip on your wrist tightens. "i'm not gonna fucking ask twice, slut."

swallowing thickly, you comply with his order.

you unzip the side of your dress before peeling it off your body.

leaning back in his chair, skywalker drinks in the view, a smug smirk growing on his lips. finally, he has power again.

your body is slowly revealed to him, inch by inch, until you're standing in your underwear. you kick your dress away before stepping out of your heels and looking at him expectantly.

he gestures to your body, prompting you to remove your underwear, which you do. you can't help but notice the bulge in his pants, and the way he's subtly rubbing it.

once you're fully naked, he pulls his cock out, and it stands hard and proud and so fucking thick, oh my God.

"put your heels back on, kitty," he mutters, watching with hunger as you step back into your black shoes.

once they're on, he pats his lap, and you take a tentative step forward. "would you like me to face you, or...?"

he tilts his head, slight shock in his eyes. "i knew you'd be such a submissive girl for me deep down. come here; i wanna see if i can make that pretty face any prettier."

holding back your smile, you climb onto his lap, your legs on either side of him

he lets out a sigh and rubs your clit for a few moments while you sink down onto his cock

you let out a whimper as he stretches you out deliciously, and he shudders beneath you

"so fucking tight," he groans, his hands roaming all over your bare skin. "your pussy feels so good wrapped around my cock like that."

you whine and cry out while riding him, his office filled with the sounds of your wet cunt sucking his hard cock

"i knew you'd look so pretty getting fucked," he groans, tightly holding your hips and helping you ride him. "i knew you'd be such a good slut for me."

"fuck, daddy," you moan, the name leaving your lips uncontrollably

anakin chuckles darkly, his hand moving up to run through and pull on your hair. "that's right. only daddy can make you feel this good. only daddy knows how to treat a dirty slut like you."

his filthy words make you clench around his cock, causing him to groan as he twitches against your walls.

"be a good girl and cum for me," he orders, wrapping his hand around your throat and gently squeezing the sides. "wanna feel you squirt around my cock. i know you can do it, kitty." he begins furiously rubbing at your clit to help you along.

you shiver at his words and feel your orgasm build up, his grip on your throat adding an impossible amount of pleasure.

with a stifled scream, you gush all over his dick, your juices squirting out and wettening his trousers.

skywalker lets out a grunt before cumming inside you, filling you with his hot seed

the groans that leave his mouth are higher and more desperate as he shoots his load up in your cunt, making you shudder and shake on top of him

"that's it; take it all, good girl," he whispers into your ear as you mewl and whimper in his arms. "just like that. daddy's good little kitty, aren't you?"

you nod and mumble your agreement, too weak to give him any other kind of response.

mr. skywalker then pulls your head back. "you gonna be in the meeting to take notes for me?"

you give him a sheepish look. "the meeting isn't until next week. i was just trying to piss you off."

he raises an eyebrow, his hand cupping your cheek. "trying to piss me off, hm?"

you nod, trailing your finger down his nose

"well, seeing as my day is free," he begins, wrapping his hand around your hair and tugging on the roots. "how about i spend the next few hours showing you what happens to naughty girls like you?"

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I LOVE CEO ANAKIN WOW THANKS FOR THIS REQUEST JULIA

Across the Galaxy • Anakin x Reader

Summary: Anakin’s away on a mission and you’re both missing each other’s company. Kinda fuckboy!anakin but also not really at all

Warning: Smut (daddy!anakin, sexting,dirty talk)

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It would have been insane for you to go.

Sure, a part of you wanted to, but it would have been insane for you to go.

Yes, Obi-Wan was taking his partner, and a few of the others were taking theirs, but it would have been insane for you to go.

You and Anakin were not partners. Your relationship was not romantic at all. It was mostly platonic, with the odd bit of sex now and then. If ’now and then’ meant at least every other night.

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I gotten really into Anakin again lately and want to write some fanfics. I’m getting back into wanting to write fanfic again, anyone have any plot ideas?????

stepbro!sammy who manipulates you into sleeping with him to “help your cramps”!!! except he’s way too rough and it doesn’t help

thirza blessing us with a filthy ask today…

18+ MDNI

just a reminder that you are responsible for the media you consume! if you don’t like it, DON’T FUCKING READ IT! anyways bear🐻 presents..

cw: PERIOD SEX! STEPCEST! fem!reader, dom!sam, coercion kinda so slight dub-con, creampie, oral (fem receiving), cum-eating.

“cmon, lemme help! i read it in an article once.”

you roll your eyes as your step-brother continues to pester you about trying to help with your period cramps. sam sits next to you on your bed while you lie on your back, clearly struggling with your ailments.

“sam i’m not going to fuck you just because you think it’ll help with my cramps.”

you huff out in frustration at his naïve horniness, knowing he’s just trying to get inside you. despite this, he persists.

“i know it’ll help! you’ll enjoy it too..”

“will not! it’ll be all wet and messy- not to mention gross! we’d have to lay a towel down.”

sam groans out and throws his head back, obviously annoyed with your refusal to his lust-filled proposal.

“oh please, it’s not like the sex we usually have isn’t messy already.”

your jaw drops at his disgusting (but true) statement, trying to deny that the two of you have had sex before. he’s your step-brother after all!

“n-no! i don’t know what you’re talking about.”

sam chuckles at your half-witted attempt of a lie while you try and avert your gaze from the growing bulge in his jeans.

“i think you do, sweetie. i know you haven’t forgotten about the other night..”

his dirty whispers fill your head up with images of your mouth around sam’s cock, his hands in your hair as he face fucks you rough. the night ended with your mascara smeared and your swollen lips covered in your step-brother’s milky seed.

while you were lost in thought, sam slipped next to you, his warm breath hitting your ear and leaving you flushed.

“now you remember, don’t you? cmon baby, let your big brother make you feel better.”

only a few minutes later were you bent over on all fours, sam’s thick cock ramming into you from behind. the blood spilling from your entrance served as lube for him, making each thrust let out a wet squelching noise.

he pounded into you hard and rough, leaving no room for the ‘relief’ he promised. the tip of sam’s cock kissed your cervix and forced its way into you, causing you to let out squeals of pain and pleasure.

sam’s hand was placed where your ass met your lower back, pushing you back and forth on his cock to help him thrust inside you. his other hand was tangled in your hair, using it as a handle for him.

“sweet jesus. look at you taking your brother’s cock so well. my cock looks so good covered in your blood, baby.”

you let out whimpers of protest in response, seemingly begging him to slow down or be a little more gentle, but you’re only met with maniacal chuckles in response.

sam’s hand weaves out of your hair to hold the back of your head, pushing it down into the mattress and effectively silencing you so his groans and smacking skin are the sounds left in the bedroom.

with every thrust into you, your step-brother’s heavy balls smack your sensitive clit, sending shivers through your fucked-out body. looking down at the bloody mess only turned sam on more, leaving him staring down at his cock slamming in and out of your tight cunt. the sight makes his balls tighten and his cock throb, bringing him closer and closer to his peak.

“holy fuck i’m gonna cum in this tight pussy.”

sam moans out loud and slaps your ass, marking his territory. he gives you three or four hard thrusts and spills his load into you in thick ropes of cum, leaving you spent beneath him without an orgasm yet.

before your disappointment can fulling fester, sam is pulling out of your cunt and bending down to face your pussy. he places both hands on your ass cheeks and dives face first into your cunt, slurping and sucking out his own cum.

you’re left speechless, only able to let out wanton moans and squeals of absolute bliss as your step-brother eats you out like a man starved. with each flick and touch of his blood-covered tongue you’re pulled closer to the edge of your orgasm.

“sammy i’m gonna cum! oh my god-”

sam’s hands grip your ass harder and your toes curl as your orgasm comes over you in a large wave, leaving you shaking and spasming against his tongue. sam continues to slurp and lick his way through your climax till you’re completely slumped against the mattress below you.

while you’re trying to catch your breath, huffing and puffing on all fours, sam stands up and wipes his blood and cum covered mouth with the back of his hand.

“so are those cramps gone yet?”

ty for the ask <3

taglist <inbox me if you wanna be added!> : @zapernz @mortalheartache @geekforhorror @bunnylovesani

wearing an ‘i love emo boys’ top in front of sam monroe !

( swearing, kissing, mentions of cum )

“what the fuck is that?” sam snickered when you entered his bedroom, a wide smile twisted on your lips twisted into a wide grin.

“my new t-shirt,” you giggled, sliding your jumper off of your shoulders and putting your hands on your hips, modeling the top for him. it was a plain black y-shirt with ‘i love emo boys’ written on it in white text, the love replaced with a red heart.

“where did you find that?” sam asked, standing up and wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you close, your hands came up around his neck, clinging to his as he lifted you up, swinging you off the floor and spinning you around.

“sam!” you screeched, laughing as he tossed you onto the bed. “i found it on etsy and i thought it was perfect,” you said as sam climbed onto the bed after you, grabbing the bottom of your t-shirt and tugging it down so that he could look at it better.

“emo boys?” he then asked with a raised brow and you looked at him with narrowed eyes.

“sammy, c’mon!” you groaned, “you know that you are the only emo boy i want,” you said, grabbing his shoulders and tugging him down so that he is laying on top of you, his face pressed against your chest.

“well then your top should say that,” he murmured, nipping at your chest lightly. you rolled your eyes affectionately, pressing a kiss on his forehead.

“you know how you can prove it?” you asked him, a small smirk twisting on your lips and sam looked up at you curiously, “you could cum on my top, make everyone know who i belong too,” a groan fell from sam’s lips as he pushed himself up on the bed so that he was hovering over you.

“yea, wanna walk around looking like my pretty little cum rag, babe?” sam asked, hand slipping between your thighs and you let out a heavy breath.

“yes, sammy, please,” you begged, hands clutching at his t-shirt tightly and he grinned.

“i fucking love this top” he said before pressing his lips to yours.

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i ❤️ emo boys !

you know... it would be really cool if someone made like an avatar (tall blue people avatar) x star wars crossover thingy. where the reader is a na'vi (or ometicaya) and they meet anakin. and it would be even better if there was a c.ai bot of it. just saying....

here again, with another boyfriend (i've found my true love <3)

12/28/22

“I wish I knew how to quit you.”

me to dark, psychotic men

Warnings: um... smut, inexperienced yet experienced Ani

I slowly make my way into the restaurant where Anakin is waiting for me. The moment his eyes land on me a soft blush colors his cheeks and his eyes seem to sparkle as he drinks in the sight of me. We exchange timid smiles and nervous laughter throughout the whole course. Even though we have been together for almost a month, I guess both of us feel an electric current travel in our veins at the prospect of spending the night together. The date passes by so quickly that soon we find ourselves outside my apartment door.

“I guess this is it,” I say to him as I unlock the old mahogany door.

“I had fun tonight.” He tells me as he shuffles his feet, kicking the air lightly. His expression is hidden as he looks down on the tops of his shoes and he barely glances at me from underneath his glass lenses.

I leave the door open as I draw closer to him. Our faces are just a breath away as I look up to him and smile bashfully before smashing my lips to his. He immediately takes control, he buries one of his hands behind my head and the other latches to my waist for dear life. Our mouths clash together and move as one as our bodies move backwards until my back hits the wall.

The hand that was positioned in my back taps my butt before giving me a boost upwards to wrap my legs around his waist. He lightly presses against me, letting some of my weight rest on the wall as his mouth travels downwards my neck. He sucks at my sweet spot and asks “Is this okay?” before licking the new-forming hickey to take the sting away. My eyes roll backwards at his actions as my breathy answer leaves my lips “Please don't stop.”

He starts rutting his hips, letting his crotch grind on mine. And we both pant as our mouths hang open centimetres away from each other. My hands fiddle with his short soft curls as he starts undressing me by lifting my dress until it pulls around my waist letting my ass draw in the cold from the wall.

“Where is-”

“Second door to the right.”

He chuckles at my answer as he leads us towards my bedroom. Once we are past the threshold he pushes me off of him and my body bounces on the mattress. The freshly cleaned sheets wrinkle from my sudden drop and my mattress dips where Anakin kneels over me, slowly crawling towards my face. Just to kiss me once more before he starts devouring and grabbing greedily at any of my body parts.

He starts slowly by removing my dress and he marks a path with his nose until he reaches my breasts. And once he does, I am a goner. He mouths on the soft sensitive skin that is covered by a lacy bra, thank the Stars for being prepared, sucking harshly leaving deep purple marks in his wake, turning me into a withering moaning mess. My hair tangles as my head tosses and turns and he takes this as a sign of encouragement continuing his path towards my sensitive center. He rubs his finger up and down repeatedly over my panties watching as its color darkens from my arousal. He grabs the waistline and pushes it upwards while his other hands carry on with its movement. Making this delicious friction multiply by tons and making me see stars until I reach the first of the many edges to come.

He rips my panties with a flick of his wrist leaving me exposed to the elements. He trails with one of his fingers my slit, his touch featherless as a wanton moan leaves my lips and my hips lift, grinding on his hand trying to find solstice in his touch. He smirks at me as he lowers his face between my legs. He carefully kisses my thighs and nips at them, waiting to see my reaction, which is a long sigh and wayward hands finding comfort on the plush pillows. He dips down, pressing a kiss before leaving a long swipe with the flat of his tongue. A soft sigh escapes me which he likely deems as the perfect answer.

While wrapping his strong arms around my thighs and pressing his palms on the front of my hips, he drags me closer to his mouth, grinding him greater access to continue his assault.

At this point, he is devouring me like a starved man. His eyes glue to mine, behind the fogged-up glasses that adorn his face, for a second and he full-on smiles as he practically makes out with lower lips. My back arches and my eyes roll to the back of my head as he carries on.

Where did he learn to do that?

A blinding light flashes beneath my eyelids as my high quickly approaches and my legs lock up in place trying to close and capture him in their hold. Yet he doesn't draw away if anything he tries to get even closer as his glasses scratch against the soft flesh of my inner thighs until I come down from my high. I pant like a crazy person trying to catch my breath as if I were being choked.

“How did you…? Why didn't you stop? I could have killed you.” I say breathlessly and he simply smiles as he crawls closer to me. He kisses my neck, paying attention to the hickeys he left previously there as his hands roam my body. He squeezes my ass with one of his hands before it trails downwards to the back of my knee and he positions my leg over his waist pressing his hips in the place I need him the most.

His nose rubs mine as his mouth hovers over mine, which hangs open in a silent cry as he says. “Dying between your legs would be my heaven. This is my new favourite place even when you are choking the very essence of my being with those god damned legs.” Before thrusting into me in one fluid motion and I bit his lower lip in an attempt to silence myself. He stays still for a while letting me get used to his size, not moving an inch before I tell him so. Breathing laboriously he hangs his head as his muscles coil and tense in place trying to hold back.

My hands roam his back and my hooked leg stays in place as I try to lift my lower body using it as leverage to get closer to him and grind against him. That is when he loses any type of self-control. His thrusts are deep and rough, their intensity so big that my whole body moves and my headboard crashes against the wall repeatedly. Leaning backwards, and putting some space between us he is able to see all my reactions as he ruins me and any other type of man for me. Honestly, it feels like heaven and he must agree with the sentiment as well as his movements get more sloppy and his face is buried in my chest as he captures one of my nipples in his mouth. Soon enough an off-white puddle rests between my legs and he kisses me softly before flipping me around and positioning my ass in the air. The atmosphere in the room is filled with great anticipation as well as the distinguished smell of sex but it is broken by the sharp sound of his hand colliding with my ass.

I gasp at the pain but it is welcomed as he buries himself inside me again to the hilt. He flies in and out of me at an animalistic pace as his hand travels up down the arch of my back and rests on the back of my neck as he grasps my hair and buries my face in the pillow, where my noises are being muffled by it. Stars and black dots cloud my eyesight as I approach my peak and Anakin pulls me upright, making my back flush against his muscular front. My head lulls side to side as he holds my lovehandles in a tight grip forming bruises as he bounces me on his lap and he releases a string of curses mixed with my name as he finally comes.

Our spent and exhausted bodies collapse onto the bed and his weight falls comfortably on top of me. Our faces are impossibly close that I feel my eyes cross.

“Where did you learn to do this? I thought you said you were inexperienced.” I whisper to him.

“That doesn't mean that I don't know what my girl likes.”

“But still…”

“Promise you won't laugh.”

“I swear.”

“Well … I kind of watched some…. um … porn. To be prepared.” He says and turns scarlet red.

“Well I'll be damned. Maybe it has finally contributed to something.”

Shy modern!Anakin concept

18+ MDNI

OKAY imagine nerdy and lowkey shy Ani who looks like he's never touched a woman in his life. BUT when him and reader hook up for the first time after dating for a while, he's like a pro (like squirting kinda pro cuz he learned from 🌽). And every so often he'll be like "are you okay my love?" As if he didn't just make her see stars from his fingers and mouth and later his dick . His words are soft and caring, totally contrasting from his actions which are slightly rougher and dominant

Roger Roger.... welcome to Corruson young Jedi. Your life is about to change.... °○•°●

PAIRING: Anakin Skywalker x fem!Jedi!reader

Warnings: this is going to be a multi part series and it's going to be angsty cause I am in my feels. Female reader, Padmé and Anakin were together but had a healthy break up, Jedi reader so forbidden love

This story takes plays in Clone Wars yet many events have been changed (like the meeting of Ashoka and Anakin... don't worry the sibling energy is still there.)

part one: 7 February

part two: 14 February

part three: 21 February

part four: 28 February

part five: 6 March

part six: 20 March

part seven: 27 March

Edit: should I continue this series? Pls let me know

Thought I’d reach out again since I have more WIPs (and possible works), so here’s all the current ones!

Bad, Bad Cliffhangers (Scott smut)

Smut Alphabet (for all characters, they’ll have their separate posts; currently working on Anakin to kickstart it!)

Hayden and His Characters Comforting During A Thunderstorm

Dating Hayden and His Characters Headcanons

POSSIBLE works:

Mafia Anakin

another Sam + Scott Monroe one-shot

Emperor Anakin

some random drabbles/one-shots

BTW: I will eventually write at least one thing for each character.

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Smut Alphabet - Anakin Skywalker

I was thinking about making a smut alphabet series (ish) for all of Hayden's characters (and including the man himself), so here we go! Also, I'm SO sorry that I haven't been very active. I just haven't had the motivation to write, but I'm trying to be a bit more consistent! So I hope you enjoy, it's a REALLY long post.

includes: pretty much all versions of Anakin (there will possibly be a separate one for crispy, suitless and maybe another AU of Vader! However, I do think that he's about the same, just a lot more rough and cold.)

note: Anakin (by itself, nothing specific) just means all versions of him <3

WARNINGS: smut smut smut! (YOU'VE BEEN WARNED, READ AT YOUR OWN RISK), female s/o, my opinions, mentions of breeding, please lmk if I missed any!

A = Aftercare (what they're like after sex)

AOTC ANAKIN would probably alternate with aftercare, depending on when/where he does it. If he has the time, then he'd totally do aftercare, being the sweetest boy ever. If he couldn't, he'd shoot you an apologetic glance and mouth "I'm sorry" before hastily leaving, adjusting his robes last minute to make sure he looks presentable and not like he just fucked.

TCW ANAKIN would be about the same, but probably a lot less aftercare because he's now a general and far more busy. If you were in the same predicament (being a general/involved in the war somehow), it'd be even harder. At least he could be closer to you and sneak in quick fucks in your living quarters on the ship (if you just so happen to be on the same one).

ROTS ANAKIN would really try and squeeze in aftercare somehow, especially since he’s matured more and is more aware that it is pretty much needed in order for such passionate moments to feel fully complete. He would absolutely pamper as much as he could (not like he didn’t in the previous eras of his life), and sometimes even forgets he has needs of his own.

B = Body Part (their favorite body part of theirs and favorite on their partner’s)

ANAKIN really likes his eyes. If they’re more blue-green on a day, then it reminds him of the beautiful waters and landscape of Naboo. If they’re a bit darker, he’s reminded of the stormy seas of Kamino.

His favorite body part on his partner’s, however, isn’t exactly his type of thing to decide. He likes everything about his partner, no doubt about it (he’s an everything man: thighs, tits, ass… he could never get enough; and obviously pussy 'cause he's a cunt worshipper).

C = Cum (anything to do with cum)

I feel like ANAKIN would prefer to do it raw and cum inside. Like there’s literally no doubt about it (I truly think that there’s such thing as birth control in the galaxy, but some people might say different). He might be a bit hesitant at first, but once he does it for the first time, he gets addicted. He is a literal sucker for creampies. He could just sit there and watch all his cum drip out of his partner’s pussy and would be satisfied (he also has a huge breeding kink so it goes hand in hand). Sometimes, if they’re going for multiple rounds (which is usually the case when he gets his hands on her), he’ll either cum inside all times, or he’ll switch it up. He doesn’t really like facials, but once in a while he’ll do one. He thinks it’s really hot when he cums on their tits, and he’ll occasionally do it if he doesn’t feel like cumming inside (for the millionth time ever).

-> "Where do you want it, sweetness?" he grunts as he climbs up the ladder of release, thrusting hard and deep, "I think I should stuff it in. Or do you wish for something different?" (it really doesn't matter though because he'll probably cum where he wants anyways)

D = Dirty Secret (a dirty secret of his and his partner’s)

ANAKIN sometimes fantasizes about getting caught, specifically by a member of the Council (Obi-Wan already knows, obviously, because he’s just Obi-Wan). He’s wanted his relationship to be public anyways, to show the galaxy that she’s his and his alone, yet he can’t because of his position as a Jedi. He’s considered multiple times on having a meeting with the Council to discuss the matter, and hopefully get the rule abolished. However, he is still afraid that he’d simply lose his position with no questions whatsoever, and he wanted anything but that. I think he’d also really want his partner to ride him in his fighter.

I feel that her dirty secret is that she would just let him do whatever he wanted to her without question (not like that isn’t a thing already). If they were uncomfortable with something, though, they’d vocalize it, but besides that, he’d have free reign.

E = Experience (how experienced he is)

When they first start dating, AOTC ANAKIN would do his RESEARCH. He’d find ways on how to pleasure not just himself (because his hand is almost never enough unless it’s his partner’s anymore), but also his partner, obviously. He learns the basics, and does his own thing from there.

Later on in his life, TCW ANAKIN and ROTS ANAKIN knows what they both like by now, and basically goes rabid whenever he gets the chance. He loves pussy, end of story.

F = Favorite Position (his and his partner’s fav position)

I feel like AOTC ANAKIN would be fine with plain old missionary, but when he starts experimenting with his partner, there’s no turning back from that. After trying a few others, his favorite would be the mating press, no explanation needed, and would stay that way for the rest of his life (BREEDING KINKKK). However, he wouldn’t mind switching it up once in a while, even if he really does prefer mating press.

I think his partner would be fine with whatever, even if it was just basic missionary. If they’d want to try one or just felt a certain mood, they’d try and work up the courage to tell him, and he’d be more than happy if it meant satisfying them.

G = Goofy (how serious he is in the bedroom)

I feel that ANAKIN would be pretty serious. Maybe a few small remarks or jokes here and there, followed by a chuckle, but not much. If he laughed or said a “joke,” it would probably be mockingly. He’d smirk or smile or whatever, so lost in his perverse pleasure.

-> “So needy for my cock,” he commented, smirking and chuckling as he continued his animalistic thrusts.

H = Hair (how well groomed he is, if the carpet matches the drapes, etc.)

I think ANAKIN is a total CLEAN FREAK. Like idgaf what anyone thinks, he needs cleanliness or he won't survive. I feel like he'd be the type to whine and complain about being sweaty after a battle or something. So, naturally, he'd want to keep himself well groomed too. He wouldn't have it bare, but under enough control to the point where it isn't itchy and huge.

I think the carpet also matches the drapes, a dirty blonde/brown color.

I = Intimacy (how intimate he is)

ANAKIN is extremely intimate, doesn't matter if during sex or not, he's a hopeless romantic (yet he'd rather die than actually admit it). Some nights might be soft, gentle, romantic, while others are more rough, to the point, etc. Sometimes, however, he mixes in both, depending on his mood.

I think, more than not, he'd would be a lot more demanding because he doesn't get to see his partner too much. So he takes what he can get, and he takes it quickly, and whichever way he wants.

J = Jack Off (how much he masturbates)

I feel like ANAKIN would jack off when he was on missions, thinking of his partner in the most lewd ways imaginable whenever he gets at least five minutes of free time. It never compares to actually having sex with them, but he deals with it (even if he hates it). He'll only ever masturbate if he needs to or if he is with his partner actually present.

AOTC ANAKIN would definitely jack off a lot more often (thinking back to when he isn't secretly dating anyone), especially since he doesn't really have another person to release for/with. He'd probably do it daily, to be honest, because it's been researched that masturbating (or just having sex) is "stress relieving."

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

I could name off an entire LIST (and this post is already long enough). So I'm gonna make a separate post about this one since I could literally go on and on.

Anakin's Kinks

L = Location (favorite places to do the dirty)

I feel like ANAKIN would ultimately prefer to do it in his (their because they share) chambers, being the romantic, intimate man he is underneath. He likes his privacy, especially if he's ravishing his partner. However, it doesn't mean he wouldn't do semi-public or public. He likes the thrill of it, possibly getting caught. But if both he and his partner are Jedi, then he'd be a lot more cautious and preferably stick to the bedroom (he'll probably do semi-public/public once in a long while anyways). However, he would do it pretty much anywhere. On the floor, in a dark closet, anywhere he could get at least a little bit of privacy. He would never want to let anyone see his partner in such a state, and he intends to keep it that way.

M = Motivation (what turns him on/gets him going)

Pretty much anything his partner does. ANAKIN is down bad for them, and even doing something as simple as doing work or saying a witty remark could get him going. Maybe he'll have a random thought about what he could do to them, and that'd instantly get him at least a little bit hard.

N = No (something he wouldn’t do, turn-offs)

ANAKIN hates anything to do with feet, I don't wanna hear it. However, he would in fact give his partner foot massages if they wanted one or if he just felt like pampering them. He just thinks they're disgusting, but he never felt that way about his partner's; he thinks everything about them is beautiful, even if he hates feet.

He'd also never share with anyone, and I mean anyone. His partner is his and his alone, no questions asked, end of story. He's a possessive guy.

-> "You're mine," he growls in his partner's ear as he picks up his pace, "never forget that. Or else I'll just have to punish you after slaughtering whoever dares touch what belongs to me."

O = Oral (preference in giving/receiving, skill, etc.)

ANAKIN is a GIVER FOR LIFE. Not that he doesn't love getting head, but he is a literally slut for pussy. Pussy drunk whenever he can get the opportunity. Perks of being The Chosen One: he knows what to do even as a virgin. He knows how to make both himself and his partner feel good, skilled with his tongue, his cock, his fingers, everything.

P = Pace (how fast and rough, slow and sensual, etc. he is)

It all really depends on his mood. ANAKIN in general would probably prefer deeper thrusts, loving the feeling of his partner's pussy gripping him so perfectly. He's a sucker for slow and sensual too, but he usually ends up going unimaginably fast because he's so feral for it.

Q = Quickie (his opinion on quickies, how often, etc.)

AOTC ANAKIN despises quickies. He likes to take his time, doing whatever he wants whenever he wants. However, he sometimes would have to suffice with a quickie; before a mission, at a random time/place that doesn't offer up a big time window, etc. I feel as he gets older (TCW ANAKIN and ROTS ANAKIN), he'd get a little bit more okay with them, but he still despises them nonetheless.

R = Risk (how game to experimenting he is, if he takes risks, etc.)

ANAKIN would be all for experimenting and taking risks. He'd definitely be a bit more cautious when he was younger (AOTC ANAKIN), but eventually he just didn't really care anymore, as long as it meant the best sex of his life.

S = Stamina (how many rounds he can go for, how long he lasts)

This man could go on FOREVER. ANAKIN has so much in him (pent-up energy, horniness, all the feels) that he could just keep going nonstop. If his partner wants a little break, he'll give them a few minutes (at most). But realistically speaking, he could probably go like 10 rounds depending on how he feels.

T = Toys (if he owns toys/uses them, either on himself or his partner)

ANAKIN would be an absolute FREAK when it comes to toys. He'd have an entire collection in a hidden place only he and his partner new about: vibrators, cock rings, bondage, basically anything him and his partner would be into. His favorite would probably be the vibrator; he likes to tie his partner up and torture their pussy 'till it's all puffy and they've cum like so many times just from it.

AOTC ANAKIN would probably just have one or two, if any. He'd be pretty cautious about it, thinking that Obi-Wan might accidentally stumble upon one when visiting or something.

U = Unfair (how much he likes to tease)

ANAKIN is the god of teasing. He loves it so much, seeing his partner writhe under him and just the slightest of touches. He'd sometimes do subtle actions in public (like maybe giving his partner a pat on the ass or a gentle caress while walking by), not caring if anyone sees or not if he feels risky.

V = Volume (how loud he is, what sounds he makes, etc.)

I think it (again) depends on his mood.

AOTC ANAKIN would be more whiny, whimpering and all that shit. He'd have subtle ones, and a little bit louder than that, but he really tries to hold it in because he wants to be the dominant guy (yes, he can be subby but I think he likes/prefers to be the one in control). If he were going pretty much feral (which he usually is), he'd let out grunts and growls and etc.

TCW ANAKIN would occasionally let out a little whimper or whine, but he's definitely more of a growling and grunting kind of guy (same with the other versions of him).

W = Wild Card (a random headcanon)

I think that, no matter what, ANAKIN would always like to be the one in control (even if his partner's on top of him). Yes, I know AOTC ANAKIN is a downright subby slut. However, I feel he could be subby and all that shit but still be in control. He likes to have that dominance over his partner, to know that he has that power over them.

-> "I'm gonna cum," AOTC ANAKIN breathily whines, thrusting at an ungodly speed and reveling in the sounds his partner makes below him, "please, please... I'm gonna cum so much, gonna fill this pussy up-"

X = X-Ray (what’s going on under the clothes)

ANAKIN is definitely a big guy, no doubt about that. I'd probably say 8.5-9 inches, one or two (distinct) veins and a pinkish-red tip, sort of curving upwards when he gets hard.

AOTC ANAKIN would probably still be growing just a little bit (since he's still pretty much a teenager), so I'd say a tiny bit smaller than that.

Y = Yearning (how high his sex drive is)

ANAKIN, having all those extra midi-chlorians, is horny 24/7, no doubt about it. He's constantly thinking about sex, fucking, anything lewd that may pop into his head (even if he doesn't want it to at that moment) even during times when he shouldn't be (like a mission). So, by that statement, he's probably masturbating or having sex (depending on if he's away from his partner or not) daily.

Z = Zzz (how quickly he falls asleep afterwards)

ANAKIN typically waits until after his partner falls asleep in his arms, gently playing with their hair, whispering sweet nothings, feeling fresh and clean after pampering them (gives the BEST aftercare) and joining them for a bath/shower. He loves them more than he can express, and he wouldn't trade it for anything in the galaxy. ❤

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@hanasnx @slutforln4 @murdrdocs @userlando @pedantic-poison @evielmostdefinitely @st4rfckerz

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Parts Of The Truth

Anakin Skywalker x Reader

A small glimpse of what I'm working on rn. It's a series:

Warnings: sex, cheating, affairs, mature language, power imbalance, boss x employee dynamics, toxic relationships, pregnancy,(this pretty much encompasses everything in the upcoming chapters)

"We shouldn't do this" your voice is a heated whisper, as you undo the buckle of his belt, he presses against you, your black dress pushed up your thighs, legs opened as you perched on entrance table inside of your apartment. His mouth on your neck, sucking and biting, just how you like it, "you're married"

"she'll be fine" his voices, his big hands tracing along your thighs, up your hips, under your dress, you cry out for him, our actions contradicting your words, until you just give in "please I need you" that was all you had to say.

Hey Guys! Just a peek at what I'm working on it's an au, I'm so excited to finish the first two chapters so you guys can give feedback, in the mean time, send requests so I can make filler posts and get my creative brain working again.

Parts Of The Truth

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Chapter One

Warnings: Cheating, mentions of sex, my rusty, bad writing.

Pair: Anakin Skywalker x Reader

Everyone swears they'd never be involved with a married man,at least you swore, you swore; "I'd never be a mistress,I could never do that to someone else" of course this was before you met him. Tall, charming, intelligent, not to mention smooth, all words that can be used to describe, Anakin Skywalker. It started a year after you began working at Skywalker Industries, at first you were just his assistant, getting coffee, arranging meetings, occasionally lying to his wife that he was in a meeting when in reality he just wasn't in the mood to see her.

Eventually, he'd started flirting, which you tried to resist, he hadn't made it easy. "You're beautiful" he'd say.

"You're married"

"gah, and if I weren't"

And so it went on, for months you were strong, until you weren't.

It was supposed to be dinner, celebratory. He had just closed a deal and he said it would break his heart and shatter his soul if his favourite employee didn't come out with him. For the sole purpose of entertainment, you accepted. Dinner turned into drinks, drinks turned into laughter and brazen confessions and then he offered to walk you home.

"Dangerous neighborhood, I'm just trying to look out for you" he said, flashing that million dollar smile, you'd never say no to.

Like the true gentleman he was, he walked you to your apartment. "You know, you really didn't have to"

"No, I wanted to. It's late, no way I'd let you walk alone, not in the Bronx" he says. You laugh.

"Whatever." You look up at him, realizing how close he is, his breath on your face, your heart speeding up in your chest, your breath becoming heavier as the space between you got smaller.

"You're so beautiful" he pushes a stray hair behind your ear. You open our mouth to speak, your voice is a hushed whisper.

"You're married"

"I don't care" he kisses you, you kiss him back. Hastily you open the door, both stumbling into your apartment.

"We shouldn't do this" your voice is a heated whisper, as you undo the buckle of his belt, he presses against you, your black dress pushed up your thighs, legs opened as you perched on entrance table inside of your apartment. His mouth on your neck, sucking and biting, just how you like it, "you're married"

"she'll be fine" he voices, his big hands tracing along your thighs, up your hips, under your dress, you cry out for him, our actions contradicting your words, until you just give in "please I need you" that was all you had to say.

That was how you ended up here, watching him tuck your two year old daughter into bed as she begged for him to stay over.

Please please be nice, as I said, I haven't written in years and this was my first in so long, it'll get better I swear lmaooo

Parts Of The Truth

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Chapter Two

Warnings: 18+ unprotected sex, mentions of sex, controlling behavior,cheating, foul language, jealous Anakin, slight degradation, slight daddy kink because I think he'd have one, a child, my terrible writing.

Your head tipped back, soft moans leaving your lips, as you rode him, one his hands gripping the back of your neck the other around your back, helping you bounce on top of him, trying to stay as quiet as possible so as to not wake Darcy in the other room. He grips on to you tightly angling his hips so he can fuck up into you, your head drops against his shouder, as he hits your sweet spot, you bite into your lip to hold back moan.

"that's it baby, that's my good girl" he coaxes, kissing you, biting your neck. "So tight baby" he nips at your neck, his hand pulling your hair, your moans hoarse and breathing shallow.

"da- Ani" you cried out, not able to form a word, your fucked out mind thinking of nothing but the sweet pleasure his cock was bringing you as it bullied your aching cunt. He grunts when you clench around him a deep moan leaving his lips. Your knees start to hurt and when you slow down he slaps your ass. "You used to have a lot more in you than this baby" he flips you over, pushing our head into the cushion, he stands proud behind you, giving your ass a good spank before burying himself into your welcoming heat, you squirm at his brutal pace, the flesh of your ass, slapping against his hips with each thrust. He pulls you back up to his chest, his fingers tangle in your hair. "Take it baby. Take it like the good whore you are" he bites your neck and you can't fight the filthy sound that leaves your lips. "No one does it like daddy hmm, no one" his thrusts get sloppy when he feels you clench around him, signaling you were close.

So how'd you end up here? Well it started like this. You had accepted a date, with Henry. He worked at the company maybe in IT, you weren't too sure, your main goal was catching a dick. Padme had visited Anakin's office a week earlier, spent an hour in there and then left with a smile on her face, his blinds were closed and you knew what that meant. Later that same week, Anakin left early after some woman called the office asking for him, you knew, he was screwing you enough to have a child behind his wife's back, why wouldn't he be screwing other women too. So when Henry asked you out, you excitedly accepted. He was handsome, tall, his brown hair luscious and a nice contrast to his green eyes. He was no Anakin but you sure hoped he fucked like him.

When the date was over, Henry drove back to your house, you scowled when you saw Anakin's black Mercedes already in the driveway. Reluctantly you apologized to Henry and made your way inside the house, once he drove off.

Anakin was sitting in the living room, Darcy's toys scattered on the foor, which meant he must've picked her up from her sleepover at your mom's house good luck explaining that one to her when she inevitably calls to stick her nose in your business. He was watching tv with his feet on the table like every thing was okay. You slammed your bag down on the entrance table, kicking off your heels. "Are you fucking kidding" you fight the urge to yell.

He smirks, standing up, taking in your figure, he steps close to you, his hand reaching out to fiddle with the hem of your black dress. "Who'd you dress up for?" He asks. You don't answer, he pulls you close to him, his hand firm on the back of your neck, the sudden force surprised you but this was how he usually was when you'd pissed him off, or in this case made him jealous. "You think I'd let you bring another man into the house I paid for, where my daughter sleeps" his kisses you roughly and funny enough you desperately reciprocate. That's how you ended up in this situation,split on his cock and begging for release. This was how your relationship was now. He'd changed immensely once he had you,once you had gotten pregnant and you decided to keep it. He did whatever whenever and if you attempted same he made sure you knew your place.

Once he climaxed, your body fell limp on the couch, he leaned down kissing your back. "So fucking beautiful" he lays near you pulling you onto his chest, kissing your head, whispering about how you were his world and how he only loved you, how only you could carry his children.

After what felt like seconds, he stood up again,throwing the ruined fabric that used to be your dress at you. "Cover up before Darcy sees you like this" he spits. He dresses himself and heads to your door, he stops turning back to you, "Remind me to fire Henry."

The next day you'd called in sick, choosing to not be there when Anakin fired Henry all because of you.

Sitting in the park, you watched Darcy play in the sandbox, your mom sat beside you very clearly prepared to pass judgement.

"what you're doing is stupid y/n. You really think that man's wife won't find out" she scolds you.

"Mom please, she won't find out. Anakin won't let that happen because-"

"Because what? He loves you? I raised you better than that" she chastises. "You have dug yourself a hole y/n you better hope you can climb out of it"

Sighing you look back at Darcy, and her new found friends playing on the swing set, Padme wouldn't find out, and my life wouldn't blow up you told yourself. She hadn't found out for three years how could she now? You pushed the thought to the back of your mind, deciding to ignore it, chalking up the ache in your stomach that your mom was right to simple paranoia.

A/N: always listen your mother.

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Chapter Four

Warnings:18+ smut, p in v, unprotected sex(wrap it before you tap it), infidelity, foul language, once again a bit sad cause I feel like it, reader is a mother so a child is mentioned(I love children, sorry not), also I wrote this in the middle of my Politics class so maybe some spelling errors.

"I love you Padme"

The words haunted your dreams, as you slept. You rolled over coming into contact with his hard chest. Your eyes opened adjusting to the darkness of the room, he had slept over and he had carried you from the couch to bedroom. You remained still for a moment; listening to his breathing, soft snores escaping his lips as he chest rose and fell. You bit to your lip in thought; your mother's words ring through your ears again 'what you're doing is really stupid' she's right, he very obviously doesn't love you, at least not as much as he loves his wife. Your heart hurts, it feels like it'll burst from your chest. Unable to stay beside him in the moment, you get up, heading to the kitchen.

You were sat on the counter, sipping a glass of wine. Your mind running wild; he doesn't love you, maybe he doesn't even love Darcy, he's using us, Padme may find out, oh god what if you lost your job, how would you take care of yourself, take care of Darcy, he did everything- your thoughts are interrupted by his sleepy voice calling out to you as he now stood in the kitchen.

"Baby why are you up? What's wrong?" He stretches, coming towards you, he stands between your legs.

"what's the matter" he kisses your forehead gently.

You tried to push past him but he cages you in, hands on each side of you.

"what's going on? You know you can tell me" he leans down to kiss you and as usual, you kiss back.

You don't say anything, just deepening the kiss, his hands stretch under your thighs as your legs wrap around him, carrying you back into the bedroom. He carefully places you on the bed, slipping your night gown off your shoulders. His hands exploring every inch of your body as though it were the first time.

"You're so beautiful" he kisses down your neck, you can feel his hardening length rubbing against your clothed sex and like a dog in heat your hand reaches down, over his toned chest, down his abs and into his sweats to stroke him.

He groans, a soft moans falling from his lips when he buries himself inside you. You gasp at the delicious stretch, preparing yourself for his harsh thrusts, you close your eyes but they never came.

You open your eyes and he's above you, still buried deep inside your hot cunt but he's stilled. Looking down at you he brushes some stray hair from your face, adjusting himself so his cock presses that sweet spot inside you, your hands wrap around him, nails leaving soft scratches as they dig into his back. His eyes are piercing like they see into your soul, like they're reading your thoughts. The position is so intimate, so raw, like he's trying to steal your soul and join it with his own, he drops himself slowly onto you, and then began to move, slowly, your leg wraps around him, pushing him deeper into you. His kisses down your jaw to your neck, soft nips on your breasts are like a drug you can't help but delight in. Small whimpers turn into moans as his thrusts get faster and his kisses sloppier almost needed. His squeezes your face in his hand, his hips snapping against you as he hammers your needy cunt. "I love you so fucking much" he whispers, kissing you roughly, a string of saliva on the side of your mouth once he pulls away to bite your neck, the hand on your face, wraps around to your throat, his brutal thrusts slowing, he groans when you clench around him, he's about to pick up the pace again when you stop him.

"wait just rub it" you whisper. He does as you ask, rubbing the tip of his cock against your swollen clit, occasionally teasing past your folds. Your eyes flutter closed, mind clear of all thoughts just him. In this moment he was yours, not Padme's, in this moment he wanted you and somehow that was enough. He pushes in to you again, laying his weight on top of you at your request as you coach his movements, nearing both your highs.

"Fuck" he mutters, his cock twitches and he spills himself inside of you, you gasp, warmness spreading throughout your body.

He lays on top of you, still tucked perfectly inside you as you catch your breath. He kisses your neck, burying his face in the space between our head and shoulder.

"I'm sorry" he says, his voice soft and almost whiney, foreign for him really. He raises his head, looking at you, his hand smoothing over your hair. "I love you"

You tilt your head to look at him, a small smile on your lips, your hand comes up to his hair, he kisses your arm. You hadn't even realized that the sun was up, streaks of light finding their way though your curtains, his messed up hair or as you called it; his sex hair almost golden in the sunlight.

"I know."

By the time Darcy had woken up, he was gone. Leaving some stuffed bunny he'd bought for her on the kitchen counter. The weekend was short, simple. You spent as much time with Darcy as possible, choosing to not think about he absolute shit show that was your life.

That Sunday night Darcy laid in your bed, crawling under your shirt, more one of Anakin's old shirts, her small hand tracing a circle repeatedly over your chest. "Mama?" Her voice is soft and curious, you tilt your head to look down at her.

"How come daddy doesn't live with us? Grandma said daddies always live with babies and mommies" she says, she was too smart for a three year old and you couldn't do anything but laugh. You think of what you could possibly say.

"Daddy has to work very hard so that he can buy all the teddies in all the world for you" you say, she hums and then looks up at you, both your heads fitting neatly in the neck of the stretched out t-shirt.

"But-" you cut her off.

"Darcy you don't need to worry about that okay. Daddy and mommy love you very much and your grandma shouldn't be talking to you about that in the first place" she pouts, her dirty blonde curls, wild on her head, her blue eyes big and soft, gosh she looked so much like her father, like you had nothing to do with birthing her at all. "You can't guilt me you little stinker" you whisper, her forehead resting against yours, her soft laugh filling your ears, you kiss her cheek, hugging her close, she settles her head on your chest gain, quick to fall asleep.

Monday morning, you'd called in sick. Darcy was ill; fever and a cold, how she had gotten it overnight was a mystery to you. You figured it was best to stay home with her rather than drop her at your mom's and risk something worsening, Anakin had called a few times to speak with her, promising to drop by later.

You were laid on the couch, Darcy on your chest as you watched paw patrol, she was completely obsessed with it and you'd be lying if you said you didn't enjoy an episode or two.

Your doorbell rings and you damn near die when you answer it and your eyes register the face looking back at you.

"Padme" your voice breaks, your palms immediately beginning to sweat.

Could use some feedback. What do you guys think so far and what direction would you like to see this heading?

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Masterlist

Chapter Six

Warnings: smut, foul language, talks about infertility and miscarriages, infidelity, manipulation, I think some spelling errors.

That night when Anakin came by Padme had only left a short time, if he came an hour earlier you'd have a lot of explaining to do. He knocked on the door and when you didn't answer he used his key.

You were napping on the couch, Darcy laying on your chest watching a movie, her fever running hot again, when she noticed him, she scrambled off of you and into his arms, careful so as to not to wake you.

"Daddy" she whispers her voice hoarse, he pouts at her, feeling her hot skin.

"Oh baby,you're burning up, did mama give you medicine?" He asks softly, kissing her head.

She nods, pointing in the direction of the kitchen "Mama keeps it in the fridge" she rests her head on his shoulder as he takes her to the kitchen, seating her on the counter to get the medicine out the fridge.

He noticed the wine glasses in the sink and his jaw clenches. "Did your mama have a friend over?" He asks feeding her a spoonful of the cough syrup.

She nods. "Mhm, a nice lady, she had brown hair. She played with whiskers" she tell him. He smiles, brushing her hair.

"That's good baby"

She hugged on to him "I think mama called her Pamela or uh something with P" she puts her finger to her chin, pouting as if she was thinking.

He froze, "Padme?"

The three year old gasps then she smiles, "yes! Miss Padme, she was so pretty daddy"

Anakin was about to ask her something else when your groggy voice interjects. "Hey, when did you get here?" You approach the counter, checking Darcy's temperature.

"Time for bed baby"

She shakes her head. "I want daddy to read to me" she clung to him.

He picked up Darcy, taking her to her room and tucking her in. You remained in the kitchen, washing the glasses and tossing the empty bottle.

"What did mama and miss Padme talk about Darce?" He finally asks, putting down the book.

She shrugs. "Mama said big girl stuff" she yawns, "I wanna sleep daddy." She snuggles up to her stuffed bunny under the blanket.

He steps out her room, closing the door quietly and making his way down the hall to your bedroom.

"What was Padme doing here?" He asks sternly.

You sigh, "she thinks you're cheating on her. She thought that I'd be the best person to come to since I'm your assistant and handle your affairs."

He laughs, "I wonder where she'd even get that idea."

You shake your head, standing in front the dresser, you slip off your shorts and tank top preparing to shower. "Why didn't you tell me about her whole fertility thing? Do you have any idea how horrible this is? What we're doing to her?"

He sighs, standing behind you his knuckles trace your spine. "It doesn't matter, the marriage is over, I only want you, and Darcy, our family" he kisses your neck, nipping ever so slightly, you turn around.

"What are you talking about?"

He kisses you, "Don't worry about it, don't worry about her" he presses you into the dresser.

You push him off, that sick feeling in your gut resurfacing, you push past him heading into the bathroom, he pulls you back, his hand tangling in your hair.

"Come on, don't be like that" he kisses your neck.

"You're disgusting" you say, he chuckles.

"Guess I'll have to talk to Padme, sticking her nose where it doesn't belong" he releases his grip on your hair, now just hugging onto you.

A moment of silence passes before he speaks, his voice is hesitant like he's pained to say what he's about to. "I thought I'd never have a family, I- I did everything for Padme, best doctors, best clinics and still nothing, every pregnancy- a month max before...and then I met you" he inhales your scent, kissing your neck. "So beautiful and smart, and you gave me Darcy. She's so sweet and beautiful, she's smart like you, and I never thought I'd have her, my own kid." He's holding you tightly and that's when you feel it, his tears on your cheek, as his face pressed so closely against you. He was crying, actually crying.

You let him hold you, feeling his tears on your skin. You didn't know if he was serious or trying to make you feel sorry for him either way, it was working. You rest your head against him, he kisses your cheek and clears his throat. "How about that shower?"

You smile, walking towards the shower, pulling him behind you.

One hand pressed against the fogged up the glass, the other against the tiled wall, your moans were hoarse and needy, one leg up on the bench the other steadying you on the ground. He has one of his hands around your throat and the other around your chest, squeezing your breast. The lewd sounds of skin slapping and your soft moans fill the bathroom as he fucks you from behind.

"that's it baby, take it all I know you love it" he whispers, nipping your ear. You whimper, eyes screwing shut when his cock hits that spot just right.

"yes yes just like that" you cried out hoarsely. His thrusts speed up, harsher and harsher, his name on your lips like a sacred chant, your thoughts filled with nothing but him. He groans loudly and you clench around him, bringing him to his release, you moaned feeling his warmth fill you up, your head falls back on his shoulder, his hand flexing around your throat; tightening and loosening again a few times. His tongue licking over the fresh forming hickies on your neck, his hand leaving a faint red mark on your breast where he had been squeezing you.

"so beautiful," he whispers "all mine." He turns your head kissing you softly, his hand releasing your throat to wrap around your waist, steadying you as you found your footing.

His hands trail your body, every curve, every mark he knew it well. He watched as the warm water washed away the soap from your bodies, he watched as you closed your eyes letting the shampoo run down from your hair. His eyes twinkle and his heart swells as he looks at you. He liked you most this way, vulnerable, trusting, you appeared so innocent, making showering; even after what you just did seem like an angelic act.

"I love you" he whispers.

The following morning, you dropped Darcy off at your mom's, she still had a cold but thankfully the fever had passed. Your mother looks at you shaking her head, her eyes noticing the small hickey on your neck you had forgotten to cover. She ushered Darcy into the house and without saying a word to you she follows behind the toddler, you roll your eyes but chose not to comment on her attitude far too stressed to worry about her criticisms.

You sat at your desk, going over Anakin's schedule and fitting in any important meets. Your thoughts run to Padme and you feel guilty again. God, you're a horrible person, why couldn't you stop yourself, she didn't deserve this. Speak or more like think of the devil and he shall appear. Padme steps out of the elevator and heads straight towards your desk.

"Hey." She smiles at you and you want to put your own head through a window.

You return the smile. "Hey, sorry Mr. Skywalker's in a meeting" you point towards his office.

She shakes her head. "I'm here for you actually. I thought we could do lunch you know, since we're new best friends and all."

You chuckle and nod, "sure just let me grab my stuff." Again, you know; terrible idea but since when did you start making good decisions.

You sat across from her in the cafe, prepared to lie your ass off again.

"How's your daughter? Darcy right?" She asks.

You nod, enthusiastically, "She's fine, better now that her fever broke. How are you? Have you talked to Anakin yet about you know..."

She sighs. "I tried, last night, but we just ended up fighting and then he left didn't come home till like midnight."

You smile at her sympathetically, searching for words. "Maybe he's just- maybe he's telling the truth and is just happy with it being you and him."

She takes a deep breath, "Maybe, but still doesn't explain where he goes when we fight. He always comes back smelling like her, it makes me sick."

You bite down your lip unsure of what to say. "I'm really sorry Padme." She smiles, pressing her lips into a thin line.

"What's it like?" She asks, "motherhood."

You smile, "it's amazing, scary, you know you, you have this human being who's so dependent on you, so innocent and wonderful, so full of love no matter what. And you're terrified all the time that you'll screw up and that they'll become you. But it's also so rewarding coming home to that little soul who's always happy to see you, who you can always count on to brighten your day no matter how horrible it's been, and all you can ask is please God don't let me fuck this up" you blink away tears, clearing your throat, you hadn't meant to over share to that extent. Padme's hand grabs yours over the table, she smiles at you comfortingly.

"Sounds like the feelings of a great mother." She says. You laugh nodding your head.

"I hope so."

That night, Darcy slept in your bed, her little face tucked away in Anakin's chest. He slept over again and you're being destroyed by guilt. You watched as his chest rose and fell, his breathing even, hand securely around his baby. It was like a scene you'd always pictured as a young girl, peaceful and calm, all you longed for.

You breathe out turning to look up at the ceiling. "Please don't let me fuck this up."

Hey Guys! What do we think so far?

Had to sneak in the father daughter moments because I can't stop thinking about it.

Parts Of The Truth

Masterlist

Chapter Seven

Warnings:18+ mentions of drug abuse, reader has family issues, mature discussions, smut, foul language, infidelity.

It had been a calm couple of weeks; your friendship with Padme was going rather well, you actually looked forward to conversations with her, it scared you how easy lying had become. However, you quelled your conscience by taking comfort in the fact that not everything was a lie; you were just telling her parts of the truth, yeah that's better than nothing you told yourself.

"Okay baby, but no sweets alright and be good for your grandma you copy?" You speak into the phone, Darcy had asked to sleep over at her grandmother's house since two of your younger cousins were staying there, she wanted to play and you were worried about spending the night alone.

Exiting your car, your eyes fall on the figure seated on the steps Infront your house, "baby, mama has to go okay love you." You hung up making your way closer, a worried smile formed on your face, as you register the person to be your sister.

"Grace- I you're out," you took in her appearance, the DOC hoodie proof that at least she didn't escape. She had gone away for seven years on drug charges and every day of those seven you had promised yourself you would go see her; a lie.

She smiled, "yeah...I'm- I'm free."

You smile, "you look really good Grace"

"I feel good, you know...listen when I got released, mom said to give my parole officer this address, it's here or a shelter." She plays with her fingers, a nervous habit you both had.

You took a deep breath, unsure of whether to trust her and also angry that your mother would just volunteer you to babysit your big sister, like your life wasn't stressful enough. You sat next to her on the steps, "Grace- the last time you said you felt good and that you were gonna get better; I found you passed out and in your own vomit on the bathroom floor-"

She cuts you off, "Yeah but this is different, I joined a group, I got a PO- I don't wanna go back to prison okay, you got nothing to worry about."

Running a hand over your face you sigh, "Okay look, I have a life alright, I have a job and a baby- if you fuck this up you're out"

"I know, mom told me, she showed me pictures when she came to visit, Darcy right? She's beautiful." She looked at you, "...I promise, this time is different."

You rest your hand on hers, desperate to believe her, she was troubled yes but she was your sister and she got the shorter end of the stick growing up and you'd always felt guilty about how her life turned out. "Okay. Let's go inside." She leans into you, her head resting on your shoulder for a moment, just like old times.

"You can stay in the guest bedroom, it's the last door down the hall." You shrug your coat off leaving it on the back of the couch.

Grace nods, looking around "This place is amazing, that job must pay well huh"

"Something like that" you give her a tight smile, getting yourself a glass of water, she sits on a stool at the kitchen counter.

"Mom said that you're seeing some rich guy, Darcy's father." She gives you a curious look. Of course your mother would happily air out your business, "who is he?" She looks amused.

You smile, contemplating on whether to tell her, "Uh, his name is Anakin."

Her eyes go wide, "like Skywalker Anakin? Like the one responsible for all those energy plants?"

Your brows furrow, "You know him?"

She scoffs, "The guys like a millionaire and plus we have tv in prison dumbass"

You chuckle, "right."

"So a business man hm? Nice" she raises her brows.

You take a deep breath, "yeah well, we'll see about that."

"What does that mean?"

You hesitate, she tilts her head, "oh come on, you can tell me. I'm your sister"

You sigh, "he's...married"

Her eyes widen and she laughs, "fuck out of here? Are you kidding?" Her eyes scan your face for a hint that you're joking.

"Holy shit" she laughs, sitting back against the stool and folding her arms.

You roll your eyes yet you can't help but smile.

"You know, you were always the luckier one between us, everyone likes you more, our mom, guys, everyone. You're prettier and you're smart, you always were. Now here you are; miss fancy pants."

You look at her, that guilty feeling rising again, she was right. Life had been kinder to you than it was to her, but you figured; she chose the life she was living, she chose to drop out of school, to follow her junkie boyfriend and his friends but then again, like she said; nobody had really cared for her or sheltered her like they did you, she was left on her own and forced to grow up.

"I'm sorry Grace," you mean it.

She breathes in, looking around again, her teasing demeanor returning. "So your oil daddy Anakin, he must love you a shit ton."

You burst out laughing, "Oil daddy??"

She shrugs smiling, "It's true though right? I saw some press conference he did...a few of the COs in prison have the hots for him, he has that kind of educated, smooth charm. So oil daddy is suitable."

You shake your head smiling.

"So the wife, you know her?" She waits for an answer and when you don't give it to her, she dramatically drops her head on the counter and laughs. "Don't tell me you're friends." Of course she knew, she could always read you, since you were both little.

"Alright enough" you wave her off.

She gets up heading towards the guest room, she stops, turning back to you for a moment, "You know I kinda always thought that between the two of us, I'd end up being the one knocked up with no ring."

Her words were harsh yet not surprising. You had expected her to harbour some bitter feelings towards you, whether she said it or not, she felt like you owed her, for stealing a life that might have been better were you not born at all.

An hour later Anakin stopped by, not to check on Darcy but you, he knew she was at her grandma's and he just wanted to make sure you were alone no undesired company. You watched as he looked around the house, an annoyed expression on your face. "What you worried I'll cheat on you? Wonder where that fear came from."

He chuckles, "That's funny. Who's ove-"

"Ah, I thought I heard voices" your sister interrupts, you watch as she introduces herself to him, wearing your clothes; your tank top and your shorts, she smiles at him. "You're a lot more handsome in person than on tv"

Your brows furrow, your tongue poking your cheek, thumb squeezed in your palm, what is she trying to do right now, you think. He looks at her, that stupid smirk on his lips, "You're too sweet" he smiles, the same smile he gives you when he's trying to charm his way into your pants for the millionth time. You resist the urge to slap him across the face; why are you even jealous right now? Like he wasn't married when you met him.

You watched as he entertained her for the next hour, the way she practically threw herself at him, laughing at his jokes which you could bet your life she didn't get, the way she leaned in, 'intrigued' as he went on about business. When she decided to call it a night and head to bed, you stomped to your bedroom like a spoilt child. Stripping down and getting into your pjs you try to slam in the dresser drawers but the damn rollers had other plans. You huff climbing into bed not saying anything to him for a moment, you roll over looking at him, he was all smug, leaning against the doorway, brows raised, clearly amused by your antics. "You look like an idiot," mentally you ridicule yourself for the weak insult, he chuckles, walking towards the bed, he shrugs off the jacket of his suit, and lays next to you, kissing your cheek. You push his face away turning your back to him.

"why don't you go kiss her and built her a house and get her pregnant and control her life" you realize how stupid and jealous you were being but it doesn't stop you. He laughs, pulling you on your back, positioning himself over you.

He shrugs, "I don't know, she not really my type." You see the amusement in his eyes, a small smile forming on your lips.

"You're an ass"

He nods, "so people keep saying." He's quiet for a moment, his hand coming to brush stray hairs from your face, tucking them behind your ear. "I'm not interested in your sister." He undoes he first button of your pajama top, placing a kiss between the valley of your breast.

"Well she's interested in you" you say, testing him. You were almost certain you weren't his only, and you hate to say the word but mistress.

"I don't care," he undoes another button and another. "It's you for me," he kisses over your breast.

"And Padme?" You ask.

He bites the top of your breast a bit hard and you gasp, swatting him away.

"I don't wanna talk about her, not right now, not when I'm with you." He kisses your lips, hungrily, pressing himself into you, he dips his head down, pressing a kiss to your neck, inhaling the scent of your perfume mixed with your lotion. "Not when you're so beautiful," he whispers, his hand creeping into your shorts pulling them down and pushing your panties aside, you moan when his finger grazes over your soaked cunt. "Not when you're so wet, so ready for me. Always ready for me," he kisses you again, his finger dipping past your folds, pumping into you slowly before he adds another, your eyes flutter shut, a needy moan leaving your lips. He trails kisses down your body, sucking hickies on your breasts and down your stomach. He plants kisses on your thighs, slowly making his way to where you needed him most, he looks up at you, his eyes soft, a mischievous glint in them, just as his lips ghost your glistening your heat, his phone rings. You groan throwing your head back.

"you have to be fucking kidding me."

He pulls away, and you whine. He presses the phone to his ear. "Hey honey." Of course it's Padme, his voice is calm and steady like he wasn't just about to bury his face in your pussy. You watch in horror as he adjusts his shirt, fixing his tie and putting his jacket back on. "I'm sorry sweetie, it completely slipped me, I'm on my way." He hangs up.

You look at him, mouth opened about to protest, "what? No where are you going?"

"I'm sorry baby, Padme and I were supposed to have dinner with friends, and I'm late." He kisses your head. "I'll make it up later"

You watch as he exits the bedroom, groaning into the pillow when you hear the front door downstairs slam.

"I see why you like him." Grace's voice fills your ears, she standing in your doorway. You look at her, puzzled; what's that supposed to mean.

"Sucks he has a wife," She retreats down the hall and into your guest room.

You take a deep breath, think about her words. There's no way, she'd try to get with him, there's no way she'd sabotage you right; tell Padme? No she doesn't even know her.

Pulling the covers to your chest, you roll on your side, closing your eyes you tell yourself that your sister would never hurt you, because that was the only way you'd get any sleep.