Desire

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

Anakin Skywalker x Reader

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

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

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

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

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

Wicked Game

Masterlist

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.

dearer than i?

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?"

"No, no not dearer than you."

Masterlist

Disclaimer: Most of my content will contain smut, mature language, and others which may not be suitable for or may be uncomfortable for some however, you are responsible for the content you consume.

Anakin Skywalker/ Hayden Christensen

Series: Parts Of The Truth;

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

One Shots

Mornings Like These

Only You

Wicked Game

Desire

Requests:

Sam Monroe

Ghost face!Sam

Act I

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