Parts Of The Truth

Parts Of The Truth

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Chapter nine

Warnings: foul language, infidelity, mature discussions.

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"

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

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!

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

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Chapter Two

Warnings: 18+ unprotected sex, mentions of sex, controlling behavior,cheating, foul language, jealous Anakin, slight degradation, slight daddy kink because I think he'd have one, a child, my terrible writing.

Your head tipped back, soft moans leaving your lips, as you rode him, one his hands gripping the back of your neck the other around your back, helping you bounce on top of him, trying to stay as quiet as possible so as to not wake Darcy in the other room. He grips on to you tightly angling his hips so he can fuck up into you, your head drops against his shouder, as he hits your sweet spot, you bite into your lip to hold back moan.

"that's it baby, that's my good girl" he coaxes, kissing you, biting your neck. "So tight baby" he nips at your neck, his hand pulling your hair, your moans hoarse and breathing shallow.

"da- Ani" you cried out, not able to form a word, your fucked out mind thinking of nothing but the sweet pleasure his cock was bringing you as it bullied your aching cunt. He grunts when you clench around him a deep moan leaving his lips. Your knees start to hurt and when you slow down he slaps your ass. "You used to have a lot more in you than this baby" he flips you over, pushing our head into the cushion, he stands proud behind you, giving your ass a good spank before burying himself into your welcoming heat, you squirm at his brutal pace, the flesh of your ass, slapping against his hips with each thrust. He pulls you back up to his chest, his fingers tangle in your hair. "Take it baby. Take it like the good whore you are" he bites your neck and you can't fight the filthy sound that leaves your lips. "No one does it like daddy hmm, no one" his thrusts get sloppy when he feels you clench around him, signaling you were close.

So how'd you end up here? Well it started like this. You had accepted a date, with Henry. He worked at the company maybe in IT, you weren't too sure, your main goal was catching a dick. Padme had visited Anakin's office a week earlier, spent an hour in there and then left with a smile on her face, his blinds were closed and you knew what that meant. Later that same week, Anakin left early after some woman called the office asking for him, you knew, he was screwing you enough to have a child behind his wife's back, why wouldn't he be screwing other women too. So when Henry asked you out, you excitedly accepted. He was handsome, tall, his brown hair luscious and a nice contrast to his green eyes. He was no Anakin but you sure hoped he fucked like him.

When the date was over, Henry drove back to your house, you scowled when you saw Anakin's black Mercedes already in the driveway. Reluctantly you apologized to Henry and made your way inside the house, once he drove off.

Anakin was sitting in the living room, Darcy's toys scattered on the foor, which meant he must've picked her up from her sleepover at your mom's house good luck explaining that one to her when she inevitably calls to stick her nose in your business. He was watching tv with his feet on the table like every thing was okay. You slammed your bag down on the entrance table, kicking off your heels. "Are you fucking kidding" you fight the urge to yell.

He smirks, standing up, taking in your figure, he steps close to you, his hand reaching out to fiddle with the hem of your black dress. "Who'd you dress up for?" He asks. You don't answer, he pulls you close to him, his hand firm on the back of your neck, the sudden force surprised you but this was how he usually was when you'd pissed him off, or in this case made him jealous. "You think I'd let you bring another man into the house I paid for, where my daughter sleeps" his kisses you roughly and funny enough you desperately reciprocate. That's how you ended up in this situation,split on his cock and begging for release. This was how your relationship was now. He'd changed immensely once he had you,once you had gotten pregnant and you decided to keep it. He did whatever whenever and if you attempted same he made sure you knew your place.

Once he climaxed, your body fell limp on the couch, he leaned down kissing your back. "So fucking beautiful" he lays near you pulling you onto his chest, kissing your head, whispering about how you were his world and how he only loved you, how only you could carry his children.

After what felt like seconds, he stood up again,throwing the ruined fabric that used to be your dress at you. "Cover up before Darcy sees you like this" he spits. He dresses himself and heads to your door, he stops turning back to you, "Remind me to fire Henry."

The next day you'd called in sick, choosing to not be there when Anakin fired Henry all because of you.

Sitting in the park, you watched Darcy play in the sandbox, your mom sat beside you very clearly prepared to pass judgement.

"what you're doing is stupid y/n. You really think that man's wife won't find out" she scolds you.

"Mom please, she won't find out. Anakin won't let that happen because-"

"Because what? He loves you? I raised you better than that" she chastises. "You have dug yourself a hole y/n you better hope you can climb out of it"

Sighing you look back at Darcy, and her new found friends playing on the swing set, Padme wouldn't find out, and my life wouldn't blow up you told yourself. She hadn't found out for three years how could she now? You pushed the thought to the back of your mind, deciding to ignore it, chalking up the ache in your stomach that your mom was right to simple paranoia.

A/N: always listen your mother.