Wicked Game

Wicked Game

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Pair: Anakin Skywalker x Reader

Inspired by 'Wicked Game' by Chris Isaak.

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.

parts of truth is insanely good 🙏🙏 keep it up

Tysm! I've been meaning to finish it but im so busy with school and i have exams soon. Turns out law school is more than just pretending to be Harvey Specter😭.

I really love all the support though, it motivates me, and encourages me to write so really THANK YOU!

Parts Of The Truth

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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

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Chapter Five

Warnings: discussion of fertility issues, maybe some spelling errors, a child, foul language.

Five chapters already? Insane, I love writing so much and idk but my motivation has returned after so long. PREPARE TO BE SICK OF ME.

"Padme" you stare at her with an awkward, anxious smile on your face. You're so fucked you think.

She smiles at you, no hint of hostility or faux politeness, a genuine smile, but her eyes seem sad. "Uh, I'm sorry to just pop in like this but I got your address from Ahsoka. Do you mind if I come in." You hesitate for a moment but you let her in.

She steps into the house, following your lead as you walk back to the living room, where Darcy was laying on the couch, eyes glued to the TV, still in her pjs.

"Sorry for the mess, this is what the house looks like when you spend an entire weekend with a three year old."

Padme chuckles, "It's okay, no judgement here. Hi sweetie" she waves at Darcy, you pray she doesn't see any resemblance. Darcy waves at her.

"Are you my mama's friend?" Darcy sits up immediately curious. You scoop her into your arms, kissing her head before placing her on the floor.

"How about you save the questions and go take a bath, let mama and her...friend talk okay?" Darcy pouts. "But-"

"Now" it comes out more firm than intended but it worked, she ran up the stairs to her bedroom.

Padme sits on the couch as you try to put away all of Darcy's scattered toys. "Sorry to just drop in. I just...I didn't know who else to go to, I figured since you work in the office you're the best person to come to about this sort of thing" she sighs. Your brows furrow.

"What is it?" You ask curiously.

She hesitates, kissing her teeth. "I think that my husband is cheating on me."

You're at a loss, opening your mouth but no words form, you sit next to her. "...Wow uhm, why...why would you think that" you try to sound as clueless and convincing as possible.

"I'm sorry to just dump on you. i just figured that if...is he seeing anyone in the office. Is anything weird happening that i should know of" she asks, it sounds like she's scared to hear the answer. you swallow the lump in your throat, pushing down your guilt, your body suddenly hot like you were about to combust.

"I'm sorry Padme, there's nothing I can think of." You sigh, going to the kitchen to get water, she follows behind you sitting on the stool at the counter. "He loves you very much, I don't think he would do that" you lie straight through your teeth, offering her a glass of water which she politely accepts.

"I know he does, it's just- Okay, about three years ago, we found out that i can't get pregnant, and we both really wanted a baby. So he put thousands of dollars into fertility treatments and different doctors and medications but every time we tried...none held up" She opens up to you. You feel sick to your stomach, guilt consuming you.

"Padme, I'm so sorry"

She looks at you, her eyes glossed over with tears. "He was patient and kind about it you know. He said that we'd keep trying and if it didn't work then we could adopt but then suddenly, he says that he's 'over it' that he was happy and that he didn't care anymore. I've been trying to push him to adopt but he's fighting me on it something about how he doesn't raise someone else's baby and it'd be better just us."

Your eyes gloss over listening to her, you knew why he stopped; because of Darcy, because you gave him what Padme couldn't, your stomach twists into knots.

Padme continues, "I figured that, maybe it was nothing but then he started coming home later, sometimes he wouldn't come home at all and he'd say that it was a late night at the office or that he was running over proposals so I let it slide you know. But I just can't shake the feeling that he's hiding something" she places her hand over your own. "Please, if you know something, just tell me"

You bit down on your lip, contemplating. What kind of a person were you? Sleeping with a married man, having his baby when his wife was struggling to do so. You defended your actions in your mind; to be fair; you didn't know. "I don't know anything that can help Padme, I'm sorry."

She sighs, "it's fine" she runs a hand over her face. "It's just nice to talk about it finally to someone, i felt like it would drive me crazy just holding it in"

You nod, completely understanding that feeling.

"I hope we can be friends." she smiles, you return the smile, nodding. Darcy runs down the stairs, in a fresh onesie, her hair brush and teddy in her arms, she climbed up on the stool handing you the brush to comb her hair. Padme smiles at her. "That's a cute bunny"

Darcy nods. "Yeah, his name is whiskers, my daddy gave him to me, my daddy always buys me stuffies." Padme smiles.

"Yeah? Your daddy sounds pretty cool"

"Mhm, he works a lot but my mama says it's so he could buy me all the teddies in the whole big world." She holds the bunny out to Padme.

Padme takes the bunny, playing with her, you feel nervous like Darcy may something and explode your life, you finish braiding her hair and she runs into the living room, back to watching Paw Patrol. Padme watches her tiny form, smiling. "She's bold"

You chuckle, "A handful too." You smile, talking about your baby, for a moment the guilt fades only to return again.

"Are you and her dad...together?" She asks. "Sorry i don't mean to pry"

"it's fine and no well, it's complicated" You take a deep breath. Padme chuckles.

"Ugh men, so annoying."

You laugh, "You can say that again. Hey, are you in the mood for wine?" You know it's an absolutely horrible idea to befriend the wife but you aren't exactly the best at decision making. Clearly.

"Day drinking? I love your style." Padme raises her brows.

You spent the afternoon, finishing a bottle of wine with Padme, while Darcy melted her brain with cartoons. You talked and laughed, trading stories and giving advice which you of all people shouldn't be doing. You had almost forgotten that you were responsible for ripping this woman's dream away from her, forgetting that this new friendship will inevitably take a horrible turn.