Warnings: mature language, reader had a bit of a tumultuous childhood, reader is actually insane(not at all projecting). I wrote this chapter in light spirits to undo the wrong I did to you all the last time, I'm sorry😔. Also maybe some spelling errors (let's not talk about how I never ever proof read ever, just keep that to yourself)
Growing up you were always loved as a child, between your sister and yourself you weren't afraid to say that you were more favoured. You weren't rich at all but your mother always made sure you had everything you wanted. You'd say your life was perfect up until your father left. He had come home one night, drunk and heated, announcing that he was leaving your mother.
"I met someone else and I love her" he had said. You were young then, but the memory never left you. You remembered how torn up and shattered your mother was. You remembered how your sister lost her way after that, following friends and throwing her life away. How you'd sleep near your mom and listen to her soft crying. You also remembered she had told you to never be the woman to cause another woman such pain because 'you lose 'em how you get 'em.'
You recalled how some woman did to your family exactly what you did to Padme. You remembered how a few years later your mother had seen her in a grocery store, a little girl at her side and the ring your father took from your mother's finger and gave to her, nowhere in sight because he had done it again, he had found someone 'better' and she had lost him just how she got him.
In a way, you found it funny. The way history repeated itself was laughable, if you didn't laugh you'd for sure cry. You sat in the tub, back pressed to his chest as he kissed your shoulders, massaging your sides. You think back to the night he had told you he was leaving his wife. He was leaving her for you, or so he'd had you believe. The way he confessed his love for you and begged to be with you had you convinced even though you rejected him at the time you knew what you wanted. The way he had been focused on being nothing short of an excellent father to Darcy recently, had you believing that he was being honest. You'd convinced yourself- no lied to yourself that he only wanted you, a person simply couldn't make up the things he had told you. And yet as you contemplate the text on his phone you realized that you weren't special, mother of his child or not, you were another notch in his belt. A play thing that he would get tired of and trade for a newer model.
He nudges your shoulder, the water around you splashing slightly, "You okay? You spaced out on me."
You nodded, smiling as he washed the soap from your back.
You laid on your side, ears perked up as you listened to the faint sounds of his movement downstairs. He was making some quick snack, it was apparently a thing for men to get extremely hungry after sex. So once he'd helped you bathe and got you set and comfortable in bed he went to look after his own post-sex needs. As you laid there your mind was quieter than usual, focused on one train of thought instead of the fifty different tracks it normally ran. You couldn't believe your own stupidity, your mother always told you "No matter how many times a man says he will, he probably won't leave his wife and if he does, he'll eventually leave you too, you lose 'em how you get 'em."
You won't say you didn't expect this, subconsciously you probably did you just didn't expect it so soon. I mean literally minutes after you decide to be with him, now without the barriers of his marriage? Why did Padme have to be right.
His ringtone pierces the air and ceases when he answers, you creep closer to the bedroom door, opening it just enough so you can hear what he was saying.
"No she doesn't know" his voice is faint but you can make it out well.
"Kate, would you just trust that I know what I'm doing. I'll see you Friday. I love you too."
Your heart drops, jumping back into bed when you hear his footsteps ascend the stairs. Damn Kate, who is this Kate anyway, was he cheating on both you and Padme with Kate before, and now he's just cheating on you? Who the fuck is Kate?
You picked your own brain for answers, nobody at the company went by Kate that you knew, there were some Katherine's but they went by Kat you were pretty sure. He had no business associates nor business associates' wives who went by Kate, so who the hell is Kate? Where did she come from, and why was she ruining a relationship that you decided to properly commence an hour ago. You were so deep in thought now you hadn't even realized he was talking to you.
"Y/n? Seriously what's going on" he sat up, "Are you having second thoughts about this?"
Maybe, who's Kate?
"Look I know Friday's-"
Your brows furrow, Friday? As in 'our getaway' Friday?
"Did you say something about Friday?" You ask, lost.
He looked at you confused now, "Yes. Did you hear anything I just said?"
When he's met with silence he sighs, "what's the matter with you?"
"Why don't you ask Kate?" You roll over, turning your back to him.
"What?" He turns you over to face him again, and you just get out of bed.
"Did you forget? Should I jog your memory? 'Got Friday off, extra day for our getaway' winky face" you closed an eye and then scowled again.
"oh, I can explain that-"
"I'm sure you can, because you always have an explanation for everything. How do you keep up with your lies oh my God" you begin to rummage through your closet, putting on jeans, why you were preparing to leave your own house? You had no idea but you were too heated right now.
"Kate's my-"
You cut him off before he has time to lie again, "Your what? Your second side chick or is it third, I lost count since you sleep with half the fucking city! Oh don't tell me she has a kid for you too, you really just sow your royal oats anywhere, you bastard. You know Padme really dodged a bullet, cause you're such an ass. She's lucky she couldn't have kids because I can't believe that I have to know you FOREVER" your voice raised, you zipped your boots and pulled on your coat prepared to slam the door in his face but he stops you by holding you still.
"sister" he says.
"what?"
"Kate. She's my sister" he says again.
You feel so embarrassed, you had over thought yourself into pure insanity, it's official. You think for a moment, which you probably shouldn't be allowed to do ever again.
"You're lying. What sister texts her brother in that tone?"
"Tone? Texts have tones?" He laughs at you, "You're insane."
"I am not insane. Sisters don't text their brothers with that winky face emoji okay. That's what I text you when I send a pic of my lingerie or when we're gonna have sex later or something so I am not crazy. You're just a liar"
He sighs, he unlocks his phone, going into Kate's chat and handing it to you. You moved over to sit on the bed, scrolling as far back as you were able to.
"She's not my 'side chick' she's my sister" he says.
You scroll through the texts, your jaw hung slightly loose as you read through them. "Oh, someone really needs to teach this girl how to text, 'Dad's been riding her' winky face. Who even says that?"
He sits next you on the bed, "She's...odd."
You look at him, and you have to laugh at yourself, "Ani, I'm so sorry" you hugged him, "What's Friday?"
"Well, Thanksgiving's on Thursday but we're all working people, so everyone decided that we'd go up to my family's lake house for the weekend and celebrate then, and I thought it would be a good time for you to meet them."
You felt terrible, count on yourself to jump to conclusions.
"I thought since you and I were actually gonna do this thing for real, you know without me being married to someone else and all, it was time for you and Darcy to meet them. My mom's been going insane about having a grandchild and never meeting her" he continues.
"That's so sweet, well now I feel terrible. It's just, Padme said that if you cheated on her then you'll cheat on me too because it's a hard habit to break, and I just felt so stupid, when I saw that text I didn't think- I'm sorry."
He brushes stray hair from your face, "That marriage was a mistake. I told you that. Look I hate what I did to Padme...all those times but, she wasn't the one I wanted, you are. I remember when you first started working for me, and you sat in on one of my meetings. You were wearing slacks and a knitted sweater cause you said it went best with your shoes, and you called an engineer pretentious and asked if a kid drew his plan-"
"Oh Aaron, he fucking hates me" you chuckle.
"Yeah, he still asks if I'm gonna fire you soon. I remember because I knew in that moment, that you were who I wanted" he finished.
"what? You decided in that moment? When I wearing a sweater my mom made with her cat on it and slacks?" You laugh.
He nods, "I just knew. I knew everyday for a year until I asked you out and then you finally said yes" he takes your hand, "You're stubborn and headstrong, you jump to conclusions better than an Olympic athlete, you're dramatic and I want it all. You, your fifty personalities and our Darcy."
You shove his shoulder, trying to contain your blush, you were a grown woman and he had you blushing like a school girl. "It's actually fifty-one"
"But you know, uh given all the things you said earlier, I'm kinda having some doubts" he looks at you with a serious and unreadable expression.
Your face drops, until he breaks into a smile, "Maybe you can change my mind again if you get out of all these clothes" he gestures to your fully dressed figure. You totally forgot you were gonna storm out of your own place earlier just to make a point.
"Oh? Perhaps Mr. Skywalker would like a dance?" You stand pushing him back onto the bed.
"I'll make it rain baby" he kisses your lips.
Let's pretend he has living family members, because anything can happen in fanfiction!!😘
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Warnings: smut(it got a little dark but only a little I promise, also idk how to write smut I'm learning😔) , mature language, infidelity, drinking, mentions of abortion and children.
You laid in bed, too lazy to find pajamas so you pulled on underwear and wrapped yourself in a robe, hair wet and spread out on the pillow after a much needed shower which also served as a therapeutic cry session.
Your mind ran a thousand miles, going over the emotional conversation you had with Padme earlier. Anakin told her everything, she just wanted to hear it from you too. You, whom she had come to trust as a friend, had ruined her life essentially.
Surprisingly she hadn't seen it that way, and for her maturity you admired her, you'd forgiven her for slapping the colour from your face and the taste out of your mouth after you had both settled and she allowed you to calmly explain. She had told you how Anakin had served her divorce papers, and how she should hate you for stealing her husband and trampling on her marriage like it were a scornful bug, but she explained that despite it all, she loved and respected Anakin and as of recently you as well; "If you...want to be with him. Then I think you should do what makes you happy. But, don't say I never told you this, if he did it to me, he'll do it to you"
"Do what makes you happy" Anakin made you happy, Anakin made you the happiest woman ever. He was an amazing father, generous lover, he was who you wanted but the second part of her statement rang through your ears, "If he did it to me, he'll do it to you too."
A knock on the bedroom door pulls you out of your thoughts. "She's down, only took two re-reads of 'If the S in Moose comes loose' this time." Anakin voiced.
"God, I'm starting to hate Dr.Suess," you chuckle.
"I know, guy's my enemy," He laughs, coming to sit on the bed, his hand finds your exposed knee, he squeezed lightly. "So, you gonna tell me what's wrong or am I supposed to read your mind?"
You sigh, "You know what's wrong."
He chuckled, and then it turned into a laugh, making you furrow your brows, "I heard, Padme slapped the shit out of you" he shook his head. You gasped hitting him with the pillow, his pure audacity was appalling.
"That's not funny asshat, how'd you even know that? You weren't in the office today"
He gave you a look, "I'm the boss plus when my ladies are fighting, of course I'm informed." He shrugged.
"Fucking Ahsoka"
He smiled, "Come on, what's the matter? What happened"
"I don't wanna talk about it" you rolled over, pulling the blanket up, he pulled you back to face him his hand higher on your thigh.
"Please"
You take a deep breath, "She said that she can't control who your heart wants and that now you two are...divorced, we can do what makes us happy." You purposely leave out and willingly choose to ignore her warning.
He nods, "And what makes you happy?" His voice is soft, he looked so angelic looking down at you, the way his lips parted, his hair disheveled from spending a full day with Darcy. The mere sight of him like this was always enough to have you soaked.
"You know" your tone matches his. He smiles, leaning in to kiss you, gently pressing his lips to yours he pulls back slightly.
"I missed you" he kisses you again. Before you can respond he's on top of you, undoing your robe and kissing down your jaw to your neck, sucking on your breasts.
"Anakin- what-"
He nips your neck, the spot right below your ear, that always made you weak.
"St- what are you doing"
"what do you think I'm doing" he works his way down your stomach, leaving open mouthed kisses, until he nears where you missed him most. "Fuck baby I missed you hmm, you miss me?" He kissed your clothed pussy. You knew in this moment he wasn't talking to you at all. A moan escapes as he pulls to fabric of your panties to the side, inserting one, then two fingers inside of you, pumping in and out, he moans at the sight. "Such a nasty little slut hm, look at you so wet and ready, bet you been thinking of me all these past weeks hmm?"
Before you even begin to let out a struggled response, he buries his face in your cunt, his hands coming to grip your thighs and force them apart, nose pressing into your clit as he devoured you like a man starved. Your hands grip his hair knots forming in your stomach.
"fuck An-" he stops.
You raise your head, looking down at him, "What the fu-" he flips you over, pulling up so your ass was in the air and he forced your head into the pillow, a harsh spank on your ass makes you squeal, followed by another before his cock bullies its way into your cunt. His pace was harsh and merciless, his hips snapping against the flesh of your ass as you bit into the pillow letting out soundless screams. You try to push yourself off of him and crawl away, further up on the bed but he grabs your hair harshly, pulling you back into him, so your back was flush against his chest, his free hand finding its way to the front of your body, squeezing your breasts and then down to rub harshly on your clit making you moan helplessly, overcome with pleasure.
His hand moves from your hair to your throat, squeezing a bit too tight, he whispers in your ear, his pace never faltering, "This is what you get. Thinking you can throw away my baby. Maybe I'll cum inside you and then you can make me a daddy again hmm? I can make you my new pretty little housewife. What do you think baby" he nips your ear, and your mind goes blank.
"yes yes please" you beg pathetically.
That's all he needed to hear, his thrusts get sloppier, the hand on your throat loosens and you feel him full you, warmth spreading through your lower body. You collapse on the bed and he pulls his sweatpants back up and settles next to you. Pulling you close he kisses your shoulder and in the crook of your neck as both your breathing steadied.
"Are you okay?" He asks gently, no longer rough and angry like he was before. You nod, rolling over in his arms so you were facing him.
"Did you just fuck me with your sweats halfway on your ass?" You say hoarsely with a smile, he chuckles kissing your head.
"You tell anyone, I'll lie about it" he smirks. You shake your head allowing familiar comfortable silence to fill the air before speaking again.
"Are you mad? About the abortion?"
His grip on you tightens and he releases again, getting up. He ignores your question and kisses your head, "I'll go run a bath for you, be back in a minute."
You watch as he walks towards the bathroom, familiar guilt eating you again, he just got divorced and you're hopping on his dick again, already? You're a terrible person. The voice in the back of your head, which you learned was your conscience chastises you.
You looked up at the ceiling deciding your next move, his phone vibrating on the night stand interrupts you. You roll out of bed, to check, in case it was a work call but what you find knocks the air from your lungs.
Kate: took Friday off, extra day for our getaway😉
You swallow the lump in your throat. He comes out of the bathroom, embracing you from behind, kissing your shoulder. You turn around, looking up at him, he smiles down at you, kissing your lips, "You ready for that bath?" He asks softly.
Hey guys! My midterms are over for right now, and I recently broke my phone, which means more time to focus on writing, so I may drop a new chapter tonight. Stay tuned!
You laid in bed, mulling over your discussion with Padme and Ahsoka earlier. The silence of the empty house encouraging your torturous thoughts, Darcy was at your mother's and your sister was shacking up with her sponsor no surprise there but at least she's staying clean.
The sound of the front door opening brings you back to reality, it's Anakin. You sigh, you weren't ready to discuss any of this with him yet, you had honestly planned to hold off as long as possible in hopes your problems may well just evaporate.
You listen, soft footsteps treading closer up the stairs, makes you roll over closing your eyes. You squeeze your eyes shut when you feel the bed dip. He presses a soft kiss to your cheek.
"I know you're awake, you liar."
You smile rolling over, to look up at him. "What are doing here? You should be with your wife."
"I'd rather be here," he kisses your lips and you can smell the liquor on his lips. You grab his face.
"Have you been drinking?"
He sighs, "I'm a grown man I'm allowed a drink"
You look at him, his face highlighted in the darkness by the shining moon. "What's going on?"
"Nothing, I promise." He kisses your neck, hand fumbling with the buttons on your night shirt he plants kisses on your breasts, shifting down to rest his head on your stomach, one hand squeezing your boob, like a toddler.
Your hand plays in his hair, he sighs in content when your fingers massage his scalp, you feel the tension in the air, you can't hold it in anymore.
"I'm pregnant," you blurt out.
"I'm leaving Padme" he says quickly.
"What?" You both speak in unison.
"You're leaving her?"
"That marriage was over a long time ago, you're pregnant? Are you sure? Oh baby this is amazing" he smiles, hovering over you.
"What no it's not. It's not amazing, I don't want another baby, we can't have another baby and you can't leave your wife are you crazy."
"Why not? I wanna be with you not her. I wanna raise Darcy with you, watch her have her first day of school and then have matching hearts attacks when she brings her first boyfriend home, I wanna wake up to your face every morning-"
"stop"
"I wanna grow old and watch the sunset with you, I wanna kiss you every night before bed, so you know how much I love you. I wanna look at you when you read your books and watch you make that cute little confused face, I wanna feel my heart speed up a bit and my breath hitch every time I hear your laugh. That's what I want for the rest of my life. And that scent, god that scent," his head dips to your neck inhaling like it's the last thing he'll ever do, "I wanna smell that scent until I'm sick of it, so sweet and pure. You consume me."
"Anakin-"
"No listen, You are the woman that has given a child, you've given me hope and happiness, that I haven't felt in years. I love you, purely and truthfully, you are my every thought, and I don't want to be married anymore unless it's to you. I want you and I want Darcy, and I want this baby," his hand caresses your stomach. "I want the family- the family that you've given me, the family that I've dreamed about."
You're quiet for a moment, your hands caress his face, "You can't leave your wife. You love your wife, you had to love her that's why you married her"
"It was a mistake"
"Anakin, you don't love me, you think you do but you don't, you'll leave Padme and then in a few years you'll be bored of me, I'll have had two kids, so I'll get fat and I'll be tired all the time and I won't wash my hair. I won't have time to read and I'll be nagging at you to put your socks in the washer and then you'll regret it. You'll wish you'd stayed with her because- because you'll realize that this isn't the life you want and you'll hate me. I don't want you to hate me." You didn't even realize you were crying.
"I could never hate you, I could never" he kisses your tear stained cheeks.
"You're so beautiful, you're strong willed and you're intelligent and ambitious, you're an amazing mother. I didn't want it to get so far, between you and I there was supposed to be no Darcy no attachments, just sex but-" he swallows. "You make it so hard to not love you." He lowers his face to yours, still hovering over you. Your lip brushing slightly. "You are the bane of my existence and the object of all my desires, you are my heart outside my body and I cannot stop myself..." His worlds trail off and he kisses you, deep and passionate, like a man starved. He rests his forehead against yours.
"Please, offer me the opportunity to tell my wife, give me the chance to take care of you and our daughter, our baby" his hand rests on your stomach. "I am only a man begging a woman to let him love her, please don't deny me" he kisses your jaw.
You are at a loss, unable to respond to him. You loved him deeply, truly you did but this was confusing; he was confusing. You close your eyes preparing to make the hard decision.
"I can't be with you Anakin." Your voice is soft, your eyes shut when his tear falls onto your cheek. "I'm sorry"
He rolls off you, onto his back, pulling you close so your head rests on his chest. "What will we do?" He asks.
"I don't know"
You sat in the waiting room fiddling with your fingers, leg nervously tapping against the tiled, your head shoots up when your name is called.
You stared nervously at the doctor, she offers you a kind smile, "is this your first time?" You nod.
"Okay, don't worry. You feel anything, and it'll be over in no time" she assures you. You take a deep breath.
It had been a couple weeks since you'd ended things with Anakin, he still came by to see Darcy, and you kept things civil. He'd told you that he was still gonna go ahead with the divorce which you'd tried to steer him against but to no avail. Things felt calmer now, you'd terminated the pregnancy, you still had your job, you were no longer stabbing your friend in the back except for the whole ass child you had with her husband but compared to your usual, things were finally going your way.
Until they weren't.
You were looking over files with one of Anakin's clients who had asked for your assistance when the quick and furious tapping of heels broke your focus, you looked up to see Padme approaching you, absolutely fuming.
"Padm-" she slaps you across the face, embarrassing you in front of an entire flat of employees.
"Don't Padme me you whore. You're not my friend you can call me Mrs. Skywalker" her words stun you but you understood her anger. He'd told her. "Hurts doesn't it? 'Mrs' something you had no chance of being"
"Padme let's not do this here"
"Oh no please let's."
You try to push her out into the street so you can speak somewhere where people weren't batting their ears in your business but she wouldn't let you.
"How could you do this, after everything. After what I told you" she breaks down, falling against you, you sit her down on the couch in the lobby, and she tries to calm herself.
"I'm so sorry Padme"
"Oh God that scent, the- the roses and the ocean God how did I not smell that before, I'm so stupid"
"Padme-"
"Shut up, he told me. He told me everything and I yelled and I cried and I screamed and I promised myself that I wouldn't do that here. That I'd be civil because- because I'm not the type to blame the woman but now I wanna her it from you. I wanna hear it all" she nods looking at you.
You take a deep breath hoping it'll help your lungs from caving in. "Okay"
Warnings: foul language, murder, blood, sam's super obvious, use of y/n, maybe some spelling errors.
You sat on the table out in the school yard, looking on as some reporters and police officers conducted brief interviews with anyone who'd entertain them. Sam sat on the bench, leaning back between your legs.
Jake shakes his head, "can you believe it? Our town's got its own serial killer."
You scoff, "the guy's hardly serial it was two people and he didn't even have the balls to do it bare faced, I mean a mask? Fucking pussy."
"Yeah but there could be more, I mean he killed people we knew, one of us could be next," Sam shrugged, looking up at you.
"Don't be an ass." You smack the back of his head and he laughs.
"Who do you guys think did it?" Jake asks looking around the group.
"My bet's on Jared, Stacy's ex. He never got over her." Amanda shrugs.
You shake your head, "no way, look at him. He's a mess," you nod towards Jared who was speaking tearfully with a reporter. "Besides he loved her, why would he kill her, though that would be pretty good motive 'if I can't have you, no one can' but my guess is it's whoever she'd stolen Randy from or some one of the other thousand people in this school she pissed off."
Jake laughs, "oh man, I forgot you're into this shit. Your girl's a freak Sammy" he nudges Sam, you roll your eyes.
Sam shakes his head, a hand running up your calf, "we should get to class, see you guys later...or not." He smiles, getting up and draping his arm over your shoulders, leading you away.
That afternoon, Sam dropped you at your house after school, promising to spend the night cause he didn't want you to get hurt, you know with a masked freak running around killing people and all.
You sigh, dropping your backpack on the floor, your parents were out of the country, as usual, God bless diplomats. You shrugged off your jacket and stripped down to just to your tan top and underwear because the place was so darn hot, settling on the couch, preparing to watch however many episodes of Criminal Minds your brain could handle.
You're invested in an episode about someone making real people into dolls when your phone rings, startling you. Assuming it was your boyfriend you picked up. "Hey"
"Hello Y/n" the voice on the other end sounded raspy and distorted, like the one the news reporters had described.
You assumed it was Sam pulling your leg, "Haha very funny Sam."
"This isn't Sam, you stupid bitch!"
You're taken aback by the sudden outburst, silence on your end.
"Oh what's the matter sweetheart? You scared of a 'pussy in a mask'?" The killer mimicked your earlier words.
You swallow, "What the hell do you want?"
"I wanna play a game."
"yeah? What game is that?" You ask warily.
"We're gonna play some horror trivia, I know you love scary movies. Here are the rules, I ask three questions, you get them right and I won't carve up your sweet little boyfriend, that sound good?"
"Fuck you, if you hurt him-"
"You'll what? Kill me" the voice laughs, you feel nervous tears roll down your cheeks.
"First question, you have five seconds. What was the name of the killer in The Texas Chainsaw Massacre? Five-"
"Leatherface" you cut him off.
"Very good Yn."
You feel relief wash over you.
"Second question, Which movie did the kid die in the sewer? Five four-"
"IT"
"Very nice- I love those panties by the way, black's your colour"
Fear fills you, looking around hastily you click the alarm system on your phone, locking the doors and windows. "What?" Your voice trembles.
"Final question and I want you to think very carefully about this one y/n..."
You try to steady your breathing.
"Did you just lock me in or out?"
You panic running to the kitchen to grab a knife, the alarm system disarms and a sob escapes you, as you turn it on again, only for it to be turned off again, you back yourself into the wall, too shocked and panicked to even think of hiding. You watch as the front door knob jiggled, quiet sobs escaping you, holding the knife firmly.
You're about to charge blindly when the door opens, dropping the knife when you realize it's just Sam.
He looks both confused and alarmed when he sees your condition,"baby are you okay?"
You hold onto him tightly, sobbing into his shoulder. He rubs your back holding you close, he kisses your head, "it's okay, it's okay I got you. It's alright"
You sat on the couch watching him barricade the doors and make sure the windows were secure. "I'll be fine."
"You're not fine, you were scared and crying and that son of bitch threatened you." He sat next to you on the couch, your hand finds its way into his dyed hair.
"I just- thank you" you smile, he kisses your lips.
You're silent for a moment staring at the tv, when a thought crosses your mind. "You know, he said- he said, 'are you scared of a pussy in a mask' how would he know I said that?...Unless he was there" you mused. Sam looks unphased.
"Don't over think it you'll go insane," His hand travels up our thigh, planting a kiss on your lips and down your neck.
"maybe, he's one of our friends."
He laughs, "You think the killer is one of our friends? No way, Jake throws up in bio when we have to dissect a frog,Riley's a moron and Amanda well, she's not very bright."
He's on top of you now, positioned between your legs. You smile, "and you?" You meant to tease.
He smirked, "Oh baby, I'm interested in rearranging your guts in only one way."
You laughed, pushing his face away from you, "You're such an idiot, who says that."
His smiles, dipping his head down to kiss your neck, his hand creeping into your panties.
The next morning at school, when you and Sam arrive the reporters are there again, you squint, the bright sun in your eyes.
"Why are they here again?" You ask. Amanda pulls you into a hug.
"Babe, I'm so happy you're alive, good thing Sam got there or that could've been you."
You and Sam look at each other, "What could've been me?"
Riley puts his arm over Amanda's shoulder, "Principal Reed, he got attacked last night. He died on the way to the hospital, his daughter found him too late."
"What the fuck, and they're sure it's the same guy?" You grimace.
"They're pretty sure, small town three murders already. It's likely," Amanda interjects.
You take a deep breath, "Son of a bitch. I actually liked Principal Reed, he was a nice man."
Sam smiled, looking at you. "At least we know you're not the killer."
You roll your eyes, "yeah yeah I'm going to class."
Amanda shoves a flyer in your hand before you could walk away, "Halloween party Friday night at my place-you know memorial for the dead or what not, you better come."
You chuckle, of course she'd use any opportunity to party. "There's a killer on the loose, running around in a mask, just carving people up and you think it's a good idea to gather as many people as possible in one place and get them all drunk?"
She begs, "come on, it'll be fun, and gathering is safer than you sitting at home basically waiting for this psycho to come gut you...for real this time."
Sam takes the flyer studying it, "Party sounds good."
Warnings: mature references, allusions to sex and sexual situations.
He knew he shouldn't be here, a strip club tucked away in the lowly part of Coruscant was no place for a Jedi and yet here he was. His eyes scanned the stage; an array of dancing girls but he's in search of you.
His breath hitches when he finds you, entertaining a table of men, his eyes scan the entirety of your body. Scantily clad in black lace, the corner of his mouth upturned in a smirk. He leans back against the bar stool, taking you in, his mind wanders to what the flimsy fabric of your outfit was covering. He wondered you'd feel, how'd you look writhing beneath him, begging for him. He wondered how you'd sound calling out for him, how you'd taste. Thoughts unfit for a Jedi.
His gloved hand comes up to his chin as he looked on. He found himself here, in this very spot, in the darkness of this club quite often, after a tough mission, after a particularly stressful council meeting, he'd come here to watch you dance. Filling his mind with fantasies, fantasies he shouldn't entertain in the slightest.
He fixes himself in his seat, readjusting his pants when your eyes lock on his, a faint smirk on your lips. Your gaze so intense he has to look away.
"Eyes to the stage sailor, she's just warming up." The bartender nods at him.
Short af ik, but why am I tempted to make a part 2
Warnings: 18+, foul language, maybe some misspelling, infidelity, angst, family issues, discussions of pregnancy and abortion, honestly can't think of anything else lmk.
Padme, placed the phone back in her purse, nervously playing with the hem of her dress, she smiled at the couple across the table. Old friends from Anakin's college days.
"He's on his way, lost track of time with work," she excuses her husband's lateness.
"Oh, so he hasn't changed at all," Owen laughs.
His wife leans into him, "I'd hope he has, from what I remember he was quite a ladies man."
Padme laughs awkwardly, sucking in as much air as her lungs can take and breathing out again, "maybe we should order drinks." She beckons the waiter.
Fifteen minutes later Anakin finally arrives, kissing Padme's cheek and greeting his friends. She smiles when he sits next to her, his hand on her leg. Her face falls when she smells it; when she smells her, the smell of fresh roses and ocean breeze, a combination that could make anyone happy made her sick. Her mind tuned out the voices around her, the music playing in the restaurant, the laughter of their friends just background noise as her eyes zero in on his appearance, noticing every detail, the small wrinkles in his suit, the way he smelled, the way his hair was a little messy. Her breathing got heavy and she felt her heart beating in her ears. She stood up suddenly drawing attention from the trio around her. "Uh, sorry, I just- I need to use the bathroom," she excuses herself.
He looks up at her, "What's the matter love?" He asks his eyes soft. She shook her head, smiling.
"Maybe I should've stayed light on the margaritas, I'll be back." She walks away from the table and further into the bistro where the bathroom was.
Locking the door, she tried to calm herself down, gripping the sink, he felt her tears fall, she tried to compose herself, she lets out a small sob. Lately she'd been crying a lot; every time he came home smelling like roses, like the freshness of the ocean, every time he came home with his suit wrinkled or his hair disheveled claiming he was just stressed at work and got a bit comfortable, every time he'd reject her because he wasn't in the mood, every time he'd yell at her for pushing the idea of adoption or every time he didn't come home and didn't call to say where he was or if he was okay.
She dried her tears, reaching for her phone in her purse, finding your number.
You groan, reaching for your phone on the coffee table, pausing your show, you couldn't sleep so you decided to melt your brain with whatever garbage was trending, and the interruption was highly unwelcomed. Your mood lightened when you realized it was Padme.
"Padme hey" you smile as of she could see you over the phone, your mood dampens when you hear her voice, she sounded so sad.
"Hey, I just- I don't know why I called I don't know what's wrong with me I just needed to talk."
"okay, okay what's the matter"
"We're- we're at a restaurant right now, and and he was late and I just knew I just knew that he was with her and when he hugged me I could smell her and I just don't know if I can do this anymore" she cries.
You swallow the lump in your throat, if hell exists you were definitely leading the line there. "Padme I'm so sorry." It's all you could ever say.
"I feel so stupid," you can hear her sniffles "Ugh men don't you just wanna punch 'em right in their stupid perfect faces." She chuckles humorlessly.
"Well I know that feeling," you snicker.
"I'm sorry if I interrupted it's just nice to chat you know, I don't mean to burden you but you're like the only friend I have that gives a shit."
Your stomach twists into knots, "You don't burden me Padme."
You can almost hear her smile and you know it's sad, "thanks, alright well, I'm gonna splash some water on my fav and get back out there. Tell Darcy I say good night." She hangs up.
You put the phone down, running a hand over your face.
"You are so fucked up," Grace laughs.
You look at her warily, an annoyed expression on your face. "Grace."
"Relax, I got your back, secret's safe with me." She drags her fingers over her lips like a zip.
The next few weeks were nothing short of horrible, you now remembered why you and Grace never got along. She was constantly on your back about Anakin, walking around the house like she owned it, telling Darcy things she shouldn't know. You were going insane. Your mother was smart to ship her to you instead of dealing with her difficult personality on her own.
On top of all that you were sick; throwing up, constantly nauseous type of sick.
"Maybe you're pregnant" Ahsoka says, hands under her chin as she stared at you with raised brows.
You scoff, you hadn't even considered that. "Don't even joke."
She shrugs, "I'm just saying, this is exactly how you were when Darcy was cooking."
"I'm not pregnant okay, that's- actually not crazy" you shake your head, "fuck"
"is how you ended up here" Ahsoka quipped.
You chuckled, "that's pretty good."
She was about to respond when she's interrupted.
"Y/n." Padme approaches you, swiftly. Ahsoka's brows raised, you had told her of your new friendship, she thought you were stupid for that of course she was right.
"I thought I'd find you here, it's five soon, I thought we could do drinks" Padme turns to Ahsoka, "you're welcome to join."
Ahsoka smiles, "I would love to."
Padme claps, "Great, I could use the strongest...whatever they've got."
You sat at the bar with Padme and Ahsoka, shaking your head as Ahsoka took in all Padme's relationship drama. "I don't know, it's not like I've caught him right, but I know that he's cheating." Padme shakes her head, sipping her drink, "I can smell her on him as soon as he walks through the door." She turns to you, "Hey why aren't you drinking, we should get you a drink," she looks for the bartender. Her words were already slurred and you could tell she was tipsy.
"oh she can't drink" Ahsoka says.
Padme looks between you two, "well why the hell not" her eyes scan your face and then soften when she realizes, "oh, you're pregnant, honey that's amazing, congratulations."
You put your hand up, "well I'm not sure, I haven't taken a test."
Padme smiles, "oh, oh well then we're gonna buy one and do it right now!"
Ahsoka, who was also tipsy, nods along enthusiastically. "I LOVE THAT IDEA," she yells in your faces. Padme claps and calls over the bartender to pay the bill.
That's how you ended here, sitting in the stall of a drug store bathroom, peeing on a stick while Ahsoka and Padme laid on the floor peeping up at you.
"You guys are so weird"
"We love you" Padme says and you feel sick again.
You pick your cuticles waiting for the five minutes to be up, longest wait of your life. When the timer on your phone rings, Padme picks up the stick, staring at you excitedly, almost like she was the one pregnant.
"It's positive!"
You hit your head against the wall.
Padme frowns, "Oh come on this good right? Darcy will have another sibling, you'll have another baby- unless..."
You shake your head, "I can't keep it."
Ahsoka pouts, hugging you, letting your tears wet her sleeve. "Hey hey it's okay, that's your decision."
Padme sighs, in her mind she couldn't understand why someone wouldn't want to keep a baby, but that's because she struggled so much to even keep a pregnancy, she pushes her own feelings aside.
You hold your head in your hands, "I don't know what I'm doing." You confess. "I can't have another baby, what am I even thinking"
Ahsoka rubs your back, Padme looks in thought, "what about the father? He can support you, whoever he is. I don't mean to pry."
You shake your head, "he's-it's complicated." You almost out yourself. "He's travelling for work, his career is at it's peak, we just can't afford to have another baby." You cover up. Ahsoka is silent, she knew; of course she did, you always tell her everything.
Padme nods, taking your hand, "Well you have us, whatever you decide we'll be right here with you" she smiles, god you hate yourself. "Also if you decide not to keep it, at least you won't have to rip your vagina all over again, that's good right." It makes you laugh.
Warnings: Allusions to sex, terribly written but we don't talk about that.
Streaks of warm sunlight filtered through the thin curtains. He rolled over, eyes adjusting to the light, he looks over at you; sound asleep, on your tummy, sheets covering your bare lower body.
He reaches out brushing the hair from your face, you looked so graceful and calm; so unbelievably beautiful, so delicate he can't help but admire. His mind flashes with images of the previous night; your soft body against his, his hand in your hair, his lips on yours. He smiles, a sense of peace washing over him, a feeling he only felt with you. He was falling in love with you, he wasn't supposed to, he knew this wasn't what you wanted; "let's keep it casual" you'd both agreed but he couldn't help himself, you just had that effect on him.
"I feel you staring stalker," your sleepy voice makes a chuckle fall from his lips. He pulls you into him. Holding you in his arms, like this; in the calmness of the morning he can feel his stress fading; you were his peace, his home in all the chaos of the world.
"I can't help it," he kissed your shoulder, relishing the warmth of your body. His heart is heavy; burdened by undisclosed feelings, feelings he knew you'd never reciprocate.
What a wicked thing to do, to make him dream of you.
a/n: hello!! this is an Anakin Skywalker x reader drabble based on the 1944(?) radio show called "Dangerously yours." I love that show so much! I recently re-listened, and got inspired to make this! no use of y/n.
How did it come to this?
Lava sparked all around you, its blistering warmth anything but a comfort. You were almost melting in your Jedi robes. But nothing could compare to how you were feeling. Standing across the pool of lava was Anakin Skywalker. His eyes had turned a vicious yellow, and you felt like you were staring at a stranger. Anakin had defected to the dark side, and you no longer knew the man in front of you.
"Don't do this, Anakin. Don't make me choose." You pleaded, gripping your lightsabers in frustration. "But why? It's either me or them," Anakin stepped closer, using the Force to float across the lake. "You have to choose. You love me, don't you?"
You hung your head, not able to look Anakin in the eyes. He's only a few feet away, burning a hole in your head. "I can't betray the order, Anakin, I'm sorry!" You cried, running a hand through your hair, gripping it almost too tight. "So you'll betray me instead, then?" Anakin questioned, catching your gaze. "You're my padawan. Have you no loyalty?"
You swallowed, feeling tears fall. "If I betray you, I betray myself," You took a step closer to Anakin. "If I betray the Council, I betray the Jedi Code-" You stammered, "The code is very dear to me."
Anakin grabbed your chin, lifting you to look him in the eye. "Dearer than I?"
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.
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