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[captainsophiestark]

Vacation

Padmé Amidala x Reader

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Written for Fictober 2022! Requested by @ghostofskywalker​ :) Hope you like it Tori!

Fandom: Star Wars

Prompt: "Are you serious?"

Summary: Padmé's been absolutely running herself into the ground with work in the Senate, trying to make the galaxy a better place. After a particularly challenging bill finally gets passed, Y/N decides it's time for Padmé, their girlfriend, to take a much needed break.

Word Count: 1,230

Category: Fluff, Humor

Putting work into an AI program without permission is illegal. You do not have my permission. Do not do it.

I crept towards the bedroom door, keeping my footsteps as soft as possible to avoid detection. Slowly, I pushed the door open to find Padmé still fast asleep in our bed. I grinned to myself and carefully set down the breakfast tray in my hands on the bedside table.

Padmé and I had been friends for a long time, and recently, we'd officially started dating (although the people around us would say we'd been unofficially dating for an annoyingly long time). She'd recently gotten a bill passed in the senate after almost killing herself from overworking and sleep depravation, so I'd convinced her to finally come with me and take a much needed vacation on Naboo.

We'd gone to bed early last night, and Padmé had absolutely slept like the dead. Fourteen hours of uninterrupted sleep later and we were here, with breakfast in bed as a bribe to keep her from being too mad that I was about to wake her up.

"Good morning!" I shouted at the top of my lungs, belly-flopping onto Padmé as I did. She immediately groaned and scowled, then grabbed a pillow to try to cover her face. I managed to wrestle it away from her. "Come on babe, it's time to enjoy the day! You've been asleep for fourteen hours, it feels like any longer might not be good for you getting to sleep tonight."

"Y/N, you know I love you dearly, but I am going to kill you," she grumbled, throwing an arm over her eyes in place of the pillow. I just smiled and leaned down to kiss her forehead.

"I love you dearly, too. Now come on, we have fun things to do today! Eat the breakfast I made for you, get dressed, and meet me in the living room in an hour."

Padmé groaned, but I could tell I'd woken her up enough that I didn't need to worry about her passing out again. Still, I flung the curtains open on my way out for good measure, then went to get ready myself for the day.

Padmé met me in the living room as planned an hour after I'd woken her up, and despite moving a bit like a zombie, she still smiled and took my hand as we headed out the door together.

We'd come to one of her favorite spots on the planet to visit, right next to a gorgeous lake. I'd made a picnic this morning while Padmé slept, and we enjoyed it by the edge of the water while basking in the warming sun. Once we'd finished a leisurely lunch, I surprised Padmé with a large inflatable floaty that I'd seen people using to relax on one of the worlds we'd visited for a diplomatic mission.

Padmé and I floated out to the middle of the lake on our floaty, my arm around her and her head resting on my chest. I kicked at the water with my feet to push us away from the shore, and then it was just us, laying on the calm surface of the water. The sun warmed our skin as a light breeze kept it from being too hot. Padmé and I were together, with no senate meetings or galactic emergencies to deal with.

We were in heaven.

We stayed like that for a long time, relaxing and enjoying spending an afternoon together like a normal couple, and not one embroiled in intergalactic politics. I absently ran my hands through her hair as she traced patterns on my stomach, the picture of peace and tranquility and love.

"This is what I want," Padmé murmured after a stretch of comfortable silence.

"Me too," I mumbled in agreement. I'd give almost anything to be able to stay like this with Padmé, safe and happy together.

"No, I mean... I want this, for everyone. For the galaxy. Moments like this, peace and happiness like this... it reminds me why I do what I do. So other people across the galaxy can have this. A relationship like we do, love like we do, safety and security and happiness like we do. I want to create a world where people can expect to live like this."

"I know you do. And that goal is one of my favorite things about you, you absolutely incredible woman. But just remember to take care of yourself every now and then too, okay? You can't save the galaxy if you completely run yourself into the ground."

Padmé sighed, and I knew she didn't like to recognize that she had limits. But after a minute, she nodded a few times.

"You're right. I wish I didn't need to stop, even for a minute, but... I do. So thank you for taking care of me, and reminding me to take care of myself when I forget."

"Always."

I wrapped my arm a little tighter around her and kissed her head, and the two of us stayed like that for a few moments, taking comfort in each other and the peace we got to enjoy in the midst of fighting for it. Then, I smiled to myself, an idea popping into my head.

I gave an exaggerated sigh, then started rolling onto my side and towards Padmé. Before she could figure out what was happening, it was too late for her to stop me. She shrieked, and then we were both off the floaty and in the water.

I popped back up above the surface with a grin on my face to find Padmé dripping wet and scowling at me. I just smiled wider.

"Are you serious?" she demanded. I just laughed.

"C'mon Pads! Have a little fun! Relaxing great, but laying around on the floaty all day's just boring!"

Padmé glared back at me for a few moments, arms crossed, then sighed dramatically and let her hands drop to her sides in the water.

"Fine. I guess you're right, swimming around a little could be fun. And anyway, I think-"

She cut off mid-sentence as she swept her arms across the top of the water, kicking up an insane spray directed right at me. I'd been so focused on listening to her words that I hadn't seen the trick coming, and the wall of water hit me like a truck.

I spluttered for a few moments, staring at Padmé in shock. She grinned back at me, clearly proud of herself, and a devious smile slowly crept onto my own face.

"Oh, Pads. You have no idea what you just started."

"Bring it on."

We shared mischievous smiles, and then I dove towards her, grabbing her around the waist and dragging her under the water with me. We were both cackling when we popped back up, and Padmé wasted no time returning fire with some splashing of her own. We shrieked and screamed and laughed as we played in the lake, enjoying time together with none of the usual stressors on our mind.

There were plenty of things waiting for us to deal with when we left Naboo. But for now, we were two normal, everyday people in love, enjoying every second we could get together.

[ivorydragoness44]

Padmé Amidala x Reader: A Friend

Word Count: 572 Warnings: Angst, discussing family drama/incident, and Anakin may or may not be hiding under the desk the entire time. Summary: The Reader needs to talk to someone about something that upset them, so they go to their friend, Padmé.

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 Storming through the halls of the Senate offices, you had hoped to feel different. The familiar wall decor and overall atmosphere did little to curb your less than ideal mood. Rather than venturing to your own office, your legs lead you elsewhere.  The entry door hardly slid open before you began speaking. “Senator Amidala, please tell me you’re in here.” Your eyes frantically swept through the room.  “I’m here,” she said, walking over from behind her desk. “Is something wrong?”  The genuine concern she held made a part of you want to cry. It made you glad that she was more than just a fellow senator. She was a friend.  “It’s a personal matter, is that all right? If you’re not busy, I mean.”  She reached out to grab your hands, giving them a reassuring squeeze. “I’m never too busy for you. Tell me what’s bothering you.”  “I had taken some time to see my family, and it was going well…until it took an unexpected turn. It felt…random, almost.”  Padmé nodded slowly, encouraging, and you continued.  “I’ll keep it brief. One family member, who I love dearly, began to play music and dance. All by themselves they did this without a care in the world. Even the other’s pet watched, nodding their head to the music, the energy. It was cute. Neither of us had seen that before and laughed.”  “That’s adorable,” she smiled.  “It was. But when they, not the pet, left the room with the music, my other older family member turned to me. They wanted me to dance, but I said ‘no’. Their demeanor completely changed, saying that they had seen me dance before with my friends—which was years ago and was a celebration. They said this as if delighted that they had caught me in a lie. They were trying to use that as incentive—leverage to make me dance. As if with their words, I had no choice. It was so strange. I didn’t—don’t like it.”  Padmé’s attentiveness and soft voice helped soothe you through your vent. “I’m sorry you had to go through that. I know you had been looking forward to visiting them.”  You shrugged, “There are worse things.” You eyed her knowingly. “I’ll spare you my attempt of teaching accountability. Of how I feel as though I am only a source of information or entertainment for them. I mean—I’m not a dancing kowakian monkey lizard or something!”  Hands releasing yours, Padmé brought you into a warm hug. “Telling people what they don’t want to hear can be difficult. But it’s because we care—you care. And your feelings and how you wish to be treated—respected, matter too.” She leaned out of your embrace and looked directly into your eyes. There was so much compassion and understanding in her gaze that you wondered if there was an unspoken story hiding in there. “Thank you for trusting me with something so personal.”  You shared a smile. “Thank you for listening. It’s been gnawing at me for a while now. And as a friend…you said that I can come to you for anything.”  “I did, didn’t I?” She laughed with you until a faint thud sounded over from her desk.  Curiously, you looked over. You swore you heard a quiet curse. “Padmé,” you eyed her now stoic face with eyes that did not match, “is someone hiding under your desk?”

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Thank you so much for reading! This was actually my first Padmé insert reader and really any sort of fanfic with her. I honestly don’t know why. Either way, I hope you enjoyed it and have a great Star Wars Day! May the 4th be with you.

Also! If you are interested, I do take writing commissions, starting at $3

[thelivingforce]

Chapters: 7/? Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars Prequel Trilogy, Star Wars Legends - All Media Types Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Relationships: Padmé Amidala/Anakin Skywalker, Obi-Wan Kenobi & Anakin Skywalker, Padmé Amidala & Obi-Wan Kenobi Characters: Padmé Amidala, Anakin Skywalker | Darth Vader, Obi-Wan Kenobi Additional Tags: Vampires, Consumption, american vampire panic, Nightmares, tuberculosis, Graphic Description of Corpses, Disease

Another day, another chapter.

[agalaxycloserthanyouthink]

Amidala: Knife's Edge

if y'all want to read a version of revenge of the sith from a more empowered padme's perspective where she gets the heck out of her relationship with a man who has a tendency to massacre the innocent, then i got you: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/14183690/1/Amidala-Knife-s-Edge

[iburnedmyselfalive]

18+ -- saw someone do somethin' like this please lmk so I can give credits <3

Anakin Skywalker who fucks you cruelly, pounding your tight hole with no mercy whatsoever, with his firm grip on your hair, your body arches in perfect alignment for him, cries of pleasure escaping your lips exclusively for him, and him alone.

"yeah? you fuckin' like this huh?" he hisses into your ear, sending shivers down your spine, and in mere moments, you nod eagerly, tears glistening in your eyes.

"mmph, so good ani!," you whimper, lost in the intoxicating bliss of his touch.

His lips, warm and eager, pepper kisses all along your neck, while his hand boldly grasps at your ass, fingers kneading the flesh with firmness, relishing in its ample curves.

Anakin Skywalker, the epitome of pleasure, satisfies you so profoundly that each withdrawal elicits a fervent whimper from your lips. Fortunately, he shows no inclination to leave your embrace anytime soon, keeping you blissfully consumed by his huge cock, touchin' at your good spot just perfectly.

"you're so unbelievably tight for me, doll," he coos, his words dripping with praise as he drives deeper into you, his pace quickening. Your hands clutch at the bedsheets, your back arching even more as his sweet words fuel your desire.

"oh my fuck," you whimpered, your eyes closing tightly as sensations threatened to overwhelm you.

"that's all you've got to say?" he taunts, his hand delivering a sharp smack to your ass before he grips your neck, his lips hovering just above your ear.

He's talking to you as if you could speak full on sentences with the way he was fucking you, with the way he fucks you, he's too good.

"tell me, baby, does this feel good?" he teases, a devilish glint in his eyes as he mocks your pleasure, a low chuckle rumbling in his throat. All you can manage is a nod and a moan, which only fuels Anakin's desire to dominate you further.

"come on, use that pretty mouth, tell me," he demands, his voice laced with cruelty.

Anakin Skywalker who relentlessly pushes you to the brink until all you can muster are fragmented gasps of pleasure. With each assertive thrust, he claims you anew, pulling back only to tease before delving back in, melding your pussy while his cock is covered in your cum, not daring to put any of it to waste.

His lips find yours, a fleeting taste of heaven before his sultry voice commands your surrender, his awfully filthy words only leading you to make a mess all over him, again.

[bunnylovesani]

A Birthday Affair

Summary: It's your birthday and your best friend is making you a cake! Too bad she's left you home alone with her boyfriend, Anakin. She should've known you two had a thing for each other, right?

Content warnings: cheating, p in v sex, creampie, daddy kink

WC: 2.6k

“Alright guys, there’s only one shop that sells the buttercream we need and it’s way at the other end of town.” Padme shouts tiredly, grabbing her coat by the door. “Could’ve sworn I’d already picked some up…but anything for the birthday girl. I might be a while so make sure you keep an eye on the cake in the oven!”

“We’re not that incompetent, Padme.” Anakin rolls his eyes.

“Of course, we got it!” You answer as she leaves and turn to face Anakin. “You should really be nicer to her.”

“I’m plenty nice.” He responds. “And you’re the birthday girl, it’s you I need to be nice to.”

“But she’s your girlfriend. You’re obligated to be nice to her all year round.” You put the empty batter bowl into the sink as Anakin stares at you across the kitchen, leaning against the countertops. 

“I’m about as nice to her as she is to me.” He murmurs and you look back in confusion. Were they having issues you didn’t know about? 

“That couldn’t be further from the truth, Padme is the perfect girlfriend and you-“ You paused, looking at him up and down with a light scowl. “-well you’re you.”

“Ah, so you think I’m not good enough for her? How cliche.” He gives you a look of displeasure. “And what is it that makes me so unworthy of her company?”

“You’re not bad per se, you’re just…” You sigh, struggling to put your thoughts into words. “Look at it this way- Padme is one of those rare people. She manages to balance being successful and beautiful with somehow being humble and kind- I know for a fact she wakes up every morning to make you breakfast- and she does things like drive all over the city looking for a specific frosting for her best friend. That’s just the kind of person she is.” You ramble on, walking around the kitchen as Anakin stares at you in fascination.

“And then there’s you, who’s forgotten every anniversary and has been fired from every job because of his inability to control his temper. You see what I’m getting at?” 

Anakin furrows his thick brows as he processes what you’re saying and you think he might get mad at you for a second but to your relief, he cracks a bright smile.

“Don’t get me wrong, I’m just as much of a mess as you are. Just as unworthy.“ You laugh and a puzzling smirk crosses his face. 

“So you’re saying I should be with someone better suited for me?” 

“Yes, exactly.” 

“Someone like…you?” He raises an eyebrow. 

You chuckle nervously and take a step back, suddenly aware of how close he’d gotten. 

“Obviously not. I-I didn’t mean to make it sound like that.” Stuttering, you try to move away from him but he doesn’t budge, tall figure towering over you. That stupid smirk he has plastered over his face increases your heart rate tenfold. 

“What’s the matter, sweetheart? Have I got you flustered?” He sneers.

“Stop playing around.” You push him away by his chest and escape to the sofa, slumping down it with a huff.

“Padme told me about the little crush you had on me.” He stands behind you and you refuse to face him, consumed with embarrassment. 

“Crush is too strong of a word for what that was.” You feel your cheeks burning up at the memory; when you first met Anakin at that bar last Christmas, you’ll admit you initially wanted him all to yourself. But what were you supposed to do when Padme got to him first? You can’t believe she told him. 

“So you don’t find me attractive anymore?” He asks in that provocative tone of his. 

“The outer shell is fine but the inside could do with a little work.” You feign confidence, avoiding the question. To be truthful, you found him incredibly attractive. So much so that you actively avoided him because you felt yourself folding under pressure anytime he was near. 

“Can I let you in on a little secret?” He asked quietly, taking a seat on the footstool across the sofa. 

“No, but I sense you’re going to anyway.” You brace yourself.

“That night I saw you and Padme playing pool at the bar.” He begins. “I wanted to approach you, not her.”

Your breath hitches in your throat.

“But she came up to me first and when I asked her who her friend was, she told me you weren’t interested…in men.” Your mouth widens as his words linger in the air.

“I-I don’t know what to say.” You stutter, feeling a small sense of betrayal run through you. “I don’t know why she’d do that.” 

“Because she knew she wouldn’t stand a chance otherwise.” He gets up to sit next to you and you tense up at his knee lightly brushing past yours.

“I thought you were a lesbian for half the time I’ve known you- until you started dating that loser a few months ago and Padme had to come clean. She thought I’d find it funny.” He curls his lip in disgust.

“And did you?”

“No.” He responds, steely eyes staring right through you. “I’m still mad about it.”

“Anakin…” You cautiously murmur, sensing the direction this could so easily take.

“I’m just saying, remember that next time you want to rant about how great she is. If it wasn’t for her deceit, it could’ve been us together.” He rests his hand on your leg but you swiftly brush it off.

“But it’s not. And it never will be. You’ll always either be her boyfriend or her ex. Either way, you’re off limits.” You try to assert some boundaries before your self-control completely slips away from you.

“And if it weren’t for these limits?” He reaches his hand up, tucking your hair behind your ear. 

“Oh God, the cake! Must go and check on the cake.” You get up, trying to escape his grasp but he pushes you back down. 

“I said what if it weren’t for those limits?” He repeats sternly and you can’t help but fixate on his rosy pink lips. You’d always wondered how they’d feel pressed up against yours.

“In another galaxy where you’d never met her-“ You sigh, walls crumbling down. “then I’d be yours.”

“Is that what you want?” His husky voice mutters, barely above a whisper.

“It doesn’t matter because this isn’t another galaxy. This is reality.” You shuffle back a little in an attempt to impose some distance between you. 

“Fuck reality. I want you.” He pulls you in and you’re hit with a wave of warmth radiating off his firm body. 

“Anakin, no. Padme is my best friend! I’m not a homewrecker.” You cry out, unsure whether you’re trying to convince him or yourself. 

“You can’t wreck something that’s already fallen apart. I don’t care about her— I don’t care about any of it anymore. For God’s sake, I even hid the damn buttercream because I wanted her to leave us alone for a while.” Your mouth gapes open at his revelation.

“I knew it!” You point your finger at him but he grabs you by the wrist and pulls you onto him, faces barely an inch apart. 

“I need you. In every way possible.” His voice is so breathy it makes you squeeze your thighs together. 

“Ugh, Ani I-“

“Do you want me as much as I want you? Please, put me out of my misery.” He whines and you bite your lip over the beautiful desperation in his words. 

“Of course I want you, I’ve always wanted you.” The words barely leave your mouth before he grabs your face with both hands and kisses you sloppily, grip on your jaw a little too strong. He has you gasping for air, stubbornly holding onto you like it was the last kiss he’d ever have. 

“Don’t you worry about her, I’ll take care of everything.” He rubs your cheek with his thumb comfortingly and you feel all your worries melt away; he was here, he would fix it all. 

“I’ve thought about this for so long.” You cry, pawing at him. The sense of elation you felt at finally being able to touch him, inhale him, taste him- after an eternity of forcing every feeling down. You did it all out of respect for Padme, out of respect for Ani who chose her- but now that you’d learned the truth, restraint flew out the window. He should’ve been yours- he is yours.

“Lie down for me sweetheart, I wanna see my pretty girl.” He pushes you down onto the sofa and inches your skirt down, admiring your pretty pink panties. “You wear these just for me?” You nod frantically- it’s true, you wore everything for him. Your best underwear, your prettiest lipstick, your shortest little skirts, it was all for him. He pushes your top up slowly, messy kisses being planted all over your tummy until he reaches your perky tits. 

“Is there a reason you’re not wearing a bra, young lady?” He scolds you playfully. 

“Mhm, it’s fun watching you fight the urge to stare at the way they bounce and jiggle.”

“You noticed that, huh?” You giggle at his honesty as he rips your top off, laughter instantly replaced with breathy moans as he squeezes your boobs harshly, taking turns sucking on the nipples. 

“Best pair of tits I’ve seen in my life.” He mutters into your chest as he continues to kiss and lick all over, making you writhe underneath him. 

“Ani, please.” You buck your hips up towards him, desperately needing more. “Hurry, we don’t know when she’ll be home.” 

“Then it’s a good thing the door bolts shut from the inside.” He grins, hands trailing down between your thighs. 

“Ani, no! We can’t lock her out, what would she think?”

“I don’t care, all I know is if I don’t get enough of this sweet pussy, I’m gonna lose my mind.” He groans as he hooks his arms under your legs and pulls you down, pulling your panties to the side. You bashfully cover your face with your hands as he rubs your clit with his thumb and when you peek through your fingers, you see him biting his lip and curving his eyebrows into a pitiful swoop. Just as you think it can’t get better, he lowers his boxers and frees his cock, heavy length slapping against his stomach. Not wanting to inflate his already engorged ego, you try not to look shocked- but he sees right through you. 

“You tryin’ to make me feel bad, sweetie? No problem, I’ll have you squealing in a minute anyway.” He confidently asserts and you feel him rubbing his tip along your soaking folds; the anticipation alone is enough to make you throw your head back.

With one sudden thrust, he pushes himself into your tight pussy and you sink your teeth into the pillow beside you to conceal some of the noise. Reaching forward and grabbing it from you, he tosses it aside and grabs you by the jaw. 

“I want to hear every little sound you make. Raw and unmuted.” He growls. 

“B-but someone might hear-“

“I don’t give a fuck.” He asserts aggressively. “Let them hear. They might as well start getting used to it now.” You moan at his depraved words, drool forming around your lips. 

“If you want something in your mouth that bad, here.” He offers you his fingers- which you accept gratefully, sucking and biting on them to your heart’s content. Just as you’ve adjusted, he slides the rest of his cock in- filling you so deeply you question how it’s even possible. The mewling that proceeds boosts Anakin’s ego more than is healthy; you pant and whine so fervently that you look like you’re on the verge of passing out. Your pupils are dilated, your hair messed up, your thighs dampened with arousal and sweat. 

“Ani, mm fuck- fill me up, please!” You dig your fingernails into his back as he lowers himself to kiss your wet lips, silencing your sobs and pleading if only for a moment. 

“You want my cum, sweetheart? You wanna be daddy’s cum slut, hm? Let me hear you say it.” His strokes get deeper and sloppier as he hurtles his way to his release. 

“Yes daddy, yes! I wanna be your cum slut so bad, it’s the only thing I want.” You ramble, words barely audible over the loud sounds of smacking and squelching. 

“I could never say no to you.” He whispers, head tucked into the crook of your neck planting open-mouth kisses. 

“I need it, need it noww.” You whine, tits bouncing into circles as he roughly pounds into you, strong hand maintaining a firm grip on your hip as he rams himself into you one last time: cum spilling from his tender cock and filling you up to the brim. Pulling out, the sensation of his cum dribbling out of you doubled with his thumb circling your clit sends you over the edge, orgasm washing over you like a tsunami. He rests his head on your chest as you both catch your breath, running your fingers through his hair. 

“I’m gonna leave her.” He softly speaks. “I’m leaving and I’m telling her about us.” 

Your heart seizes in both panic and excitement. There’s an us?

The familiar thud of footsteps in the hallway has you both scrambling to get dressed- you pull your top down and your skirt back on but can’t find your frilly panties anywhere. Anakin just about finishes zipping up his jeans when Padme walks in to the sight of her very flustered-looking best friend and boyfriend, sitting oddly far apart in unnatural positions on the couch. 

“Hey guys, I had to check several different stores but I finally found the right buttercream, what have you- wait, do I smell something burning?” 

Fuck, you forgot the cake.

Running over to the oven, she scrambles to pull out the smoking tray. Despair takes over her face when she sees the round crust, black as cinder. 

“How did you forget?! What were you doing?” She yells, throwing the ashes straight into the bin and frowning at you. 

“Nothing, Padme. We just got carried away chatting is all. ‘m really sorry.” You walk over to join her in the kitchen but start to feel Ani’s seed leaking out of your stretched-out hole and dribbling down your thighs. Noticing the glistening sticky wetness, Anakin rushes over in front of you to distract Padme. 

“It was my fault, I said I’d keep track of time and I didn’t.” He explains, subtly tossing a kitchen towel your way. 

“Classic Anakin, honestly a monkey would have better time management.” She hisses, barging past him and opening windows to let the smoke out. “No wonder you can’t keep a job.” He takes a shaky breath and you can see how hard he’s trying to restrain himself. 

“Not now.” You think, giving him a knowing glare and he nods reluctantly. Padme stomps over to the bathroom and you quickly wipe the cummy mess off your thighs, giggling a little at the excitement of sneaking around. Anakin rushes over and gives you a feverish kiss, whispering in your ear “She goes to bed early, you know.”

Maybe you wouldn’t tell her just yet. 

@crazy4hotmen @erinkeifer @mortalheartache @arzua10

Part 2 here

[jediavengers]

Need some help? ⋆ ˚｡⋆

Warnings: 18+, smut, dom!ani, sub!reader, bratty!reader, oral (f receiving), squirting, praise kink, arm kink, overstimulation

Pairing: Gamer!Anakin x fem!reader

The glow of the holo tv wasn’t the only thing keeping you awake. Anakin’s relentless clicking of his game controller and the sounds of muttered insults directed towards his opponents wasn’t either.

The ache in your lower abdomen that had been eating away at you all day was the real reason you were tossing and turning. It seemed like every move you made caused the slight discomfort to worsen, so your back and forth movements definitely didn’t help.

You groaned, shoving your face into your pillow. Normally, you didn’t like to initiate anything in the bedroom between you and your partner. You preferred him to do that. But the ache was only worsening, so you felt it was time to hint that you needed some assistance.

Anakin, his back resting up against the headboard and his body covered in a blanket, was oblivious to your nearly painful arousal. He was far too caught up in the stupid game he was playing.

You turned so you were facing him, cheek smushed against your pillow as you peaked up at him. The dim light of the TV illuminated his face deliciously, outlining his jaw and extenuating the scar next to his eye. His pretty little lips were pursed and his nose was scrunched, focusing on whatever the hell he was doing in his game.

Anakin was shirtless, like he usually was at home. You didn’t mind it. Although, it was making your situation a little worse. Your eyes glued to his chest, admiring his muscled pecs and bulging arms. Maker, his arms..

You swore his arms were the biggest you’ve ever seen. Every move he made with his controller traveled up his limbs and made his muscles ripple.

Practically drooling, you subconsciously rubbed your thighs together as your thoughts got away from you.

Slowly, you scooted closer to him and snuggled into his side. The hint was subtle, especially since you were basically always in his arms. So, like a typical man, Anakin didn’t get the hint and thought you just wanted to cuddle.

“Oh, hey there, pretty girl,” He chuckled, lifting up his arm so you could snuggle in closer. You laid your head on his lap and he rested his forearm along your collarbones so he could continue playing. “I thought you were asleep.”

You rolled your eyes. Had he not noticed your constant tossing and turning? “Nope.” You breathed in his scent, his musk making you slightly dizzy. “Cant sleep, Ani.”

“Oh? Why not?” He asked, not taking his eyes away from the screen. “Dammit.” He muttered, his clicking getting more aggressive as he gritted his teeth and stared at his game.

You grumble, smushing your face into his stomach. You could feel a chuckle run through his body, causing you to whine.

Anakin started mumbling curse words as he aggressively pressed the buttons, moving his controller closer to his body as whatever situation he was in got more intense.

“Ani..” Your voice was almost bratty, but you could feel that your panties were practically soaked. It was nearly impossible not to snap and yell at him that you needed him to touch you.

“Hold on.” He gritted, tensing up. He continued smashing away at the buttons.

“But-“ You began, but you were cut off.

“Just let me finish this round.” He insisted, eyes not straying from the screen.

You began to pathetically pout. An idea came into your mind and you devilishly smirked. You shifted so you were no longer lying on his lap. Now, you on your stomach, your face hovering above his crotch. Peeling back the blanket, you peaked up at him while you did so. He paid you no attention, so focused on his precious game.

That made you even more frustrated, so you began to gently paw at his clothed length. You could hear his breath hitch and he tensed up. “What are you doing?” He squeaked. Anakin’s eyes finally tore away from the screen, landing on your innocent little face as you looked up at him, your movements slow.

“You’re ignoring me.” You whined, frowning. Feeling his cock harden underneath his sweatpants, you smiled triumphantly as he tossed his controller to the side and pulled you up into his lap.

Gasping as you sat on his clothed hard on, you subconsciously rocked right as you sat down on him. “This what you want?” He chuckled. Anakin’s large hands gripped your hips, resting on the bare skin. You were in merely some panties and a white tank top, giving him a show of your hardened nipples.

You frowned and buried your face in his neck. “Ani..”

“I see,” He ran his fingers through your hair and then traveled his fingertips down your spine. “Are you horny, baby? Do you need some help?” Gently gripping the back of your neck, he made you look at him. “Come on, pretty girl. I need you to use your words.”

“It hurts.” You whined, tears welling in your doe eyes. You could feel the dam about to burst, your tears threatening to spill out onto your flushed cheeks.

“Oh, baby.” Anakin cooed, cupping your cheek. You leaned into his touch, the ache in your core only growing. “Why didn’t you just tell me? I would’ve turned my game off immediately.”

You didn’t answer, you just sniffled and let a few tears fall from your eyes.

“Alright, lay back.” He spoke firmly yet so sweetly at the same time. You did as you were told, climbing off his lap, your head now at the foot of the bed. Just as Anakin was about to move, he glanced down.

Where you were sitting on his lap, there was a large wet spot. Your arousal had soaked through your panties onto his sweatpants, causing Anakin to chuckle. “Baby, you gotta tell me when you need me to do something for you. This won’t do.” You blushed furiously at his words.

Anakin crawled down so his face was a few inches from your clothed sex, your cotton pink panties completely soaked through. He didn’t waste any time, hooking the fabric with his fingers and pulling them down your creamy thighs.

Tossing the panties to the side, he groaned as he saw your sopping pussy. “Maker, Y/N..” He whispered, his fingers tracing over your slit.

You whined, arching your back and bucking your hips. Desperate for more, you couldn’t help but groan.

“Easy.” He scolded, placing a soft kiss to your swollen clit. That’s what he did for who knows how long. Anakin placed soft, gentle kisses around your pussy. On your clit, your hole, your thighs. He even placed some pecked on your puckered ring a couple times. Each touch caused you to whine and thrash, bucking your hips towards his face.

By the time he was done teasing, you were absolutely dripping. Your inner thighs were slick with arousal and your clit was painfully pulsing.

“You’ve been such a good girl,” He praised, spreading your legs further with both of his large palms. “Good girls deserve rewards, don’t you think?”

Then, something snapped. His face was now harshly pressed up against you, his mouth devouring your throbbing cunt. His pace was rough and quick, making your back arch painfully and your eyes to roll back into your head.

Loud moans came from your throat, which were music to Anakin’s ears. He’d only been lapping away at your pussy for a half of a minute, but you could feel the coil in your stomach tighten.

“F-fuck- Ani!” You mewled, fingers tugging at his blonde curls.

Moaning into your pussy, he shoved two of his digits into your hole as he continued to eagerly lap away. He felt your walls begin to clench around his fingers, so he began to harshly suck at your clit.

A nearly pornographic moan fled from your mouth as you came, your juices gushing all over his chin and into his mouth.

Anakin didn’t stop there. No, he didn’t slow down his pace. He kept going, viciously, roughly. The pleasure was almost too much to bear. The overstimulation of him not stopping made you begin to close your legs around his head, but he harshly shoved them back down after his fingers slid out of your cunt.

You already could feel a second orgasm approach, Anakin’s pace only quickening if that was even possible.

With another pathetic whine, you gushed again. This time, it was like a faucet was opened. Your slick gushed out of you at a rapid pace, squirting all over Anakin’s hands, his face and your bed.

You were shaking horribly, which made Anakin pull away from your soaked pussy.

“That’s what you wanted? Huh?” He smirked, licking his lips and chuckling. You whined, breathing heavily and letting your eyelids flutter shut. Anakin used his bare arm to wipe all of your juices off of his face. “I’m not done with you yet.”

[katiapostsss]

DRABBLE:

hate sex with anakin skywalker.

AGH FIRST SMUT FIC IM NERVOUSS

warnings!: piv sex, usage of the word 'slut', degradation, swearing. dead dove don't eat!! (ive never written smut before so sorry in advance for any other warnings i might've left out.)

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"fuck— you."

anakin was a drug you could not stop going back to. he found ways to intoxicate you even in sleep, even in waking. he'd haunt you in your damned grave. and you got off on telling him you hated him. you made it a known fact, even as he pounded into you with relentless speed and knowing eyes. you couldn't get enough of that drug. he knew it.

"if you wanted to switch, you could've just asked earlier." that smug grin. with his dick drawing and pushing back into your needy cunt, you couldn't think about much at all. after all, he was the reason your back was arching into him more. he was the reason sweat rose and prickled across the plains of your skin, the reason sounds you'd never even known existed before left your throat so fast and loudly. his dick sheathed itself inside you again and again, each thrust eliciting more and more of that feeling. the feeling within you you knew only he could bring forth. "y'know, when you initiated."

"i— fuck— fucking hate you—" you gritted out, and felt a dark chuckle vibrate against your chest. your eyes were screwed shut and still you could imagine the look on his face. when you finally opened them, you found his own gaze was on yours. you mewled, twisting, back arching and head throwing back to break the stare. it was so hard to think about hating anakin then.

"as you've told me before." his eyes fled to that contact. to his dick in your cunt, to your wetness dampening the sheets and coating him. all of him. you could do nothing but lay there and dig your nails into his back, into his hair, his tip hitting that special spot within you over and over and his abdomen slamming against your pelvic bone in almost a pleasurable, painful way with each thrust. "but you do seem to like my cock, huh? filling you up so nicely. look at your beautiful little cunt, taking me so well. like it was waiting for me. did it fucking miss me?" his eyes were on yours again. then to your tits, jerking upwards every time he drove into you. your face screwed in desire and tears were wetting your lash line. his fingernails dug so lovely into your hips. you couldn't bear it. "answer me, slut. you don't want me to stop, right?" you bristled.

"yes— mhm!" your voice threw out. anakin's eyes met yours again. and he smiled so beautifully you felt your toes curl. you felt your nipples harden. you felt yourself dancing across that lovely edge, felt his hard cock retreat and bury back within you. "mi— missed you soo much," you drawled, and still, that grin. it grew wider, even. you didn't have time to hate him. you couldn't give into that feeling too soon, or it'd feed his pride. so you threw your head back again, and it was only pulled back to face him once more. his hand on your chin.

"that's what i fuckin' thought. look at me while i'm fucking you." your knees weakened, a heat filling your core so abruptly you moaned out into the sex-tinted air. the sound of your squelching pussy filled your ears. "such a fuckin' brat. thinking you can act like you hate me when you know damn well it's my cock you get drunk off of." his eyes darkened over. your chest pushed into his when your back involuntarily arched. "it's my cock you go home too, huh? my cock you wait for." your pussy clenched against said cock, face twisting in pure agony as your climax awaited at the end of the tunnel. you were so close.

"please, ani!" you mewled, dragging your nails down his back, fat tears trailing your cheeks. you looked like a fucking mess. a mess that made him almost tip over. his thumb pressed into your lips and you obligingly opened your mouth, desperate. his other hand reached down and you felt his fingers on your clit, eliciting a borderline-scream from you. one second more and that same finger was in your mouth. he retracted his thumb and patted your cheek, silently ordering it closed. you did so, lips circling over his fingers and sucking off your own wetness. the bitterness of what he was doing to you.

"good girls keep their fucking mouths shut."

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uh so yea

im ovulating so what can i say? 😁

anyways, i hope you liked it cause it's my first time writing smut and i'm obviously not that experienced in it— requests are always open! have a lovely day! ❤️

[geminibsworld]

i have to be locked up

[geekforhorror]

okay so i just remembered this deleted scene from rots and you CANNOT tell me that anakin wasn’t in for it when he got home and got punished by the dominant miss amidala herself!

[bolshoiromanova]

Commissioned the lovely @crow085 to draw a scene from my Luke & Vader fanfic This Life of Ours! Thank you so much, it’s so insanely beautiful!! <3333

Original AU + Character designs belong to @polarspaz!

[nesteshaa0]

twi: nesteshaa

[sheisagoddess]

𝙰𝙷🫦

[geckoomoria]

Best friends brother! Anakin Head-canons

The way i put my heart and soul for you guys in these stories and im never acknowledged? i see how it is. JOKING😇 (not really.🤬🥲) but joking !!🤥

mention of obsession, sexual content , toxicity , possessiveness , smoking

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Bsf brother Anakin! who sneaks up on u in the library to steal not so small kisses

Bsf brother Anakin! who scares every guy near u. That classmate asking about math homework? cant even look u in the eye anymore.

Bsf brother Anakin! who has to spoil u , even if u just eyed something he’ll get it.

Bsf brother Anakin! who has loves to stare at u , he thinks ur so mesmerizing and doesn’t even care if it’ll get u guys discovered.

Bsf brother Anakin! who absolutely refuses for u to break up with him. He just wont accept it , anything but that.

Bsf brother Anakin! who’s so clingy to the point it’s unhealthy but its so risky since ur relationship is hidden from everyone

Bsf brother Anakin! who promises he wont leave hickeys on ur pretty little neck but gets carried away “accidentally”

Bsf brother Anakin! who sneaks into ur room all the time uninvited but u dont mind

Bsf brother Anakin! who manipulates his sister all the time into inviting u over

Bsf brother Anakin! who gets jealous sososo quickly but doesn’t want to scare u so he doesn’t show it often but every now and then its hard to contain.

Bsf brother Anakin! who’s definitely the man in the relationship but anything u say goes. How could he say no to those eyes , all they did was make him weak in the knees

Bsf brother Anakin! who knows how anxious the whole sneaking around thing makes u but if he’s being honest , the whole thing turns him on.

Bsf brother Anakin! who kept the long hair look when he heard (eavesdropped) u and ur bsf talking about u gushing over longer hair

Bsf brother Anakin! who makes you smell like him after hanging out and has the biggest fucking grin when ur bsf starts to recognize where that scent on ur clothes is from.

Bsf brother Anakin! who sits on the porch late night smoking thinking about u and only u for hours.

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May the fourth be with u🫡

[iburnedmyselfalive]

MASTERLIST.

sam monroe

forever — smut

anakin skywalker

shadows of affection — smut

epitome of pleasure — smut

sex therapist — smut

again — smut

just for me — smut

your mess — smut

tired whispers — fluff

tell me somethin’ - smut

waste - smut

hayden christensen

fill me up — smut

please — smut

more on the way! ⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚

[adorbzliz]

okay guys i have a fic in the wraps that is jealous ex husband anakin x reader and he’s a dilf

basically the reader and anakin have twins together (leia and luke) who are both 7. anakin and reader divorced 5 years ago due to his obsessive and toxic behavior and barely interacted other than about their kids.

one day luke and leia ramble to anakin about readers new man and anakin is FUMING. he drops them off at padmes house—who in this fic is like a sister to anakin and reader/luke and leias aunt figure—before confronting reader.

there is A LOT of angst and just very lovey dovey stuff torwards the end. not really any smut.

lmk if yall want me to finish 😛