#top padme

[bitchin-witchin]

Had no work scheduled this week and got sick so started an anidala wip 🎉

a/b/o with alpha Padme and omega Anakin <3 nsfw part noted further down in post

padme goes to a planet to participate in idk, diplomacy, going to a planet to help finalize them joining the republic perhaps.

Anakin is NOT supposed to be there he was NOT assigned as personel but he was determined to come to be with Padme and have her back if anything goes wrong ig. So he's in a disguise, but it's supposed to be uber peaceful or whatever so he's not a trooper or anything, he just dressed like. Her assistant (this is an easy excuse for him to get hit on so padme will be jealous don't think about it too hard).

So anyways this other person part of the host's group is being not too obnoxious but very much expressing interest throughout like the whole time they've arrived and been there. And it drives padme crazzzyyy. Eye twitching. Fists clenched. She's trying so hard to stay normal. Which is not easy bc she's close to her rut and she doesn't realize until it's really coming on that this fellows behavior has triggered her rut to come on earlier bc she is just that worked up about it.

So Anakin notices soemthing is up with her but doesn't quite KNOW bc they're all wearing scent blockers until her rut scent starts to overpower the scent blocker and he immediately makes an excuse to whisk her away but this annoying interloper STILL tries to make themselves a part of it like, offers to get someone to take padme to her rooms so anakin can stay and he's like NO. Finally gives this fella a piece of his mind. Leaves with no further discussion bc his mate needs help and that's priority. Both him and Padme hope it doesn't have any consequences jahfnfjd but Padme very much enjoyed seeing Anakin push back and choose her >:3c

NSFW PART. Dual sexed male omegas and female alphas.

So they get to the rooms and Anakin can barely close the door before Padme is pushing him against it and grinding on him from the back. Disrobing them just enough to reach into his... whatever bottoms he's wearing i haven't decided LOL... and touch him while she takes her cock out and touches herself. Can barely hold back from just driving straight into Anakin he doesn't really ever need prep he gets wet for her so easily, she can feel it through his undergarments so she scruffs him, pushes the undergarments aside, pulls his hips down so she can bottom out bc hes too tall in this position otherwise. He slips on the soles of his shoes as his knees get weak and his legs slide out to spread wider. And even with his knees bent and legs spread Padme still has to stand on her tiptoes to nip and suck at his neck. She presses her forehead between Anakin's shoulder blades, huffing in his scent and feeling the vibration of his moans. Force, he's so noisy and she loves it.

Im debating this part but maybe when she's knotted and they're still plastered against the door, annoying guy comes and knocks, ask if everything is okay. And padme is not in her rightest of mind. So she turns them sideways so she can open to door without anakin or their current engagement being visible. She's totally sweaty and looks like she obviously just had sex (is still having it actually) and ofc smells like rut and sex. And she's like, out of breath, "yes everything's fine just not feeling well thanks for checking in bye noww" and before she closes the door she touches Anakin in a way she know will make him moan so annoying guy knows exactly he has no claim bc she's in it RN. Big ole "apologetic" grin on her face. This only works if it's like a normal door and not the sliding automatic space doors tho :( so idk.

Then the next separate part, its either gonna be a 2 chapter or 2 part series, is anakin goes into heat on a mission padme invited herself on even though she really shouldn't be there and they fuck on her ship bc I love the ep in TCW where 3p0 and jar jar find anakins cloak on her ship. He had to leave it there bc it smelled so strongly of heat and sex he couldn't take it back with him 😔 padme said she'd get it laundered but....sometimes she just needs to smell that thing okay. He has other cloaks. Once it dulls she'll take it to get laundered...

[drcomttheo]

"oh god step on me please"

[bitchin-witchin]

A lil' teaser of the A/B/O AniDala fic I've been working on with top!alpha!Padme and bottom!omega!Anakin :3c

Might change the name of the random sentient I made up to make Padme jealous but idk. let me know what you think (the planet and species Lellish is all from SW, just the character isn't).

Once both feet were on level ground, Anakin had, politely, retreated from the Lellish’s sudden touch. He shared a glance with her as they walked ahead to follow their host and the rest of the entourage. Strange, sure, but nothing to make a scene over. They moved on. She moved on. 

As chaperone, the Lellish guided the two to their rooms,  who introduced themselves as Prádola along the way, while their host had to unexpectedly take leave. Perfectly polite behavior. If they didn't walk in time right between her and Anakin with plenty of space between them and herself, but perhaps barely a palm's width between them and Anakin. 

Padmé muffled a scoff with her drink at the memory, blowing little ripples across the surface. The flavor sat heavy on her tongue, much too heavy to be served with the silly assortment of appetizers carried on dishes by wait staff that barely came around…in her opinion.

She let her shoulders slump a bit with a held-back sigh. Seemed like every little thing chafed at her mood. She really was trying not to let her personal feelings carry over into the night and disturb her ability for diplomacy, but when she thought herself collected her searching eye would find Anakin, fixed to whatever spot the cameras weren’t focused on, Prádola fixed to his side, and she'd get herself all worked up again. At the moment she was stuck standing in a circle of Republic ambassadors while Prádola tried to monopolize her husband’s attention. 

A waiter with a tray of flat, crispy green squares topped with a dark paste walked by. Prádola turned around to pick a couple up and Anakin found her across the room and gave her an enthusiastic wave. He jerked his thumb at Prádola and rolled his eyes. 

This time she took a drink to hide her smile, but the slight crinkle of the corner of her eyes sparkled with amusement nonetheless. 

Prádola had turned back around and taken her love’s attention off her once more, however. She watched as they handed Anakin the finger food, then tried not to snort into her glass when he took a bite and an eruption of flakey crumbs fluttered to the floor and stuck to his clothes. He finished the rest of it in one bite to prevent any more crumb messes. He held his hands aloft, looking for something to wipe his oily, pastry flaked fingers with. Oh, and of course Prádola had a napkin ready. She narrowed her eyes. Ugh. How unflatteringly keen. 

If she paid any attention to the conversation around her she might have missed what happened next, but right then she clearly saw Prádola grab Anakin’s prosthetic arm by the wrist in a move to wipe it clean for him. An uncontrolled growl scratched the lining of her throat before she saw Anakin jerk his hand back, clearly offended.

Surprised by her sudden loss of composure and manners, she quickly tried to pass it off as a cough. 

“Are you alright Miss Amidala?” One of the ambassadors asked. 

“Yes- ahem- I’m alright. Just-,” She lifted her glass, “went down the wrong way.” She gestured for the conversation to continue. “Please, don’t mind me.”

She paid attention then, torn between suppressing more tactless behavior by avoiding whatever was now happening across the ballroom or verifying Anakin wasn’t about to give Prádola a prosthetic arm of their own. She couldn’t help her eyes flitting over, just to peek, and saw Anakin striding her way. Behind him Prádola looked rejected, but whole, so she flicked her gaze back to the circle of ambassadors.

When she looked, Anakin’s expression had been knotted into the familiar shapes of indignation, but she missed them rearrange into something puzzled, then troubled, as the distance between them shrank. 

She turned her head as she felt Anakin step to her side, just a tad behind her shoulder. 

“Hey,” Hand covering the movement of his lips he spoke low and fast. “I think we should go back to our rooms.” 

“What? Why?” she asked, surprised and skeptical, matching his volume.

Anakin leaned in closer, spoke even lower. “It’s…your scent. I don’t think others can tell at the moment, but this near you it smells like- like your rut.” 

“Really? Are you sure?” She lifted her hand to feel her scent patch. Maybe the adhesive was peeling?

“Yeah, pretty sure.” He leveled her with a look. “I’m familiar.” 

[bitchin-witchin]

Padme buying this for anakin. Ik he probably would not wear something like this. he's shy. But also he knows how to get silly with it. He can have a little fun with himself. So like okay maybe he doesn't wear it in public really. But also he's such a wife guy that not wearing the gift his wife got him is actually criminal. So in conclusion he conceivably might wear it.