Parts Of The Truth

Parts Of The Truth

Masterlist

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.

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Desire

Pair: Anakin Skywalker x Stripper!reader

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

Parts Of The Truth

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.

Only You

Hayden Christensen x Reader

Warnings: Age gap.

Laying on your tummy, propped up by your elbows, your brows crease, eyes slightly squinting with an amused smirk on your face as you look at him. He was so clearly pretending to sleep even though he was the one that decided it was a good idea to watch a three hour long movie.

"You better wake up faker" you whisper. He smiles in his 'sleep' and you playfully bite his chest and kissed over it, he groaned and pulled you close. You laugh when he gets you back by biting your ear.

"how are you so energized it's..." he looks over at the clock on the bedside table, "midnight" he chuckles.

"I know you're old but falling asleep during a movie? Maybe I should call that nursing home"

He scoffs 'Old? Your mother"

The remark shocks you and you playfully hit his chest, he laughs and so do you. A moment of comfortable silence passes between you two, the movie playing in the background mere noise at this point, as was the rest of the world whenever you looked at him. Your hand gently caressed his cheek, tracing the barely seen lines on his face, proof that he'd even aged, his eyes soft and beautiful, looking into yours. He kisses your palm, holding your hand in his own.

"I love you" you smile.

"Ah, so that means you'll come see me at the nursing home?" He jokes and you can't help but laugh, you always laugh; at his lame jokes, at his dad jokes, at his funny jokes which were rare but they were his.

I know I post a lot y'all, I got a lot of drafts

Usually it’s video games instead of music but this is pretty much accurate hehe