#⸻ prose ๋࣭⭑

[fatedsith]

“Regardless of how we feel about each other.”

Her words haunt him even as he returns to his bedroom, the one across from Padmé’s on the topmost floor of the Varykino Villa. It was chosen so he could watch over her more easily; sense any disturbances. Not that there would be, at this estate– Anakin is confident in her safety, as long as they stay here at the Lake Country. After all, Governor Sio Bibble had agreed with Padmé that the Lake Country was the most remote part in all of Naboo. Despite what Padmé seemed to think, Anakin did value her input, knowing confidently that she’s the smartest woman he’s ever met. She joined the Apprentice Legislators when she was only eight and attended Theed Royal Academy, being trained to be a public servant.

He’s always thought it was a good thing that Padmé chose to serve; she was kind-hearted without sacrificing her intelligence. She was wise, strict and soft all at once. Anakin didn’t like politicians or their often indolent and selfish whims. If it weren’t for the Senate’s refusal to act swiftly, Naboo’s blockade wouldn’t have ruined so many lives. The unlawful Trade Federation had claimed taxation disagreements upon Naboo, using their membership in the Galactic Senate to further delay action. If it weren’t for Anakin’s own actions destroying the Trade Federation’s control ship, Naboo’s forces might not have overcome the blockade.

As much as he loved being of use to Padmé, he hated watching the Republic cause her such hardship, forcing her to go to even more extraneous lengths than she already would have. She was a good queen and now senator; wise and caring. Someone Anakin would trust with the universe itself, if the responsibility of it were placed on her shoulders. It was a shame all politicians couldn’t be more like her, and it was one of the many things about her that inspired him enough to keep her in his thoughts and dreams.

One of many things. There was also her beauty, and the connection they shared… the fact he can’t shake her from his visions. He would dream of her and in them they would talk and play, just like they had in the meadow. He felt as if he knew her more than he did; as if everything about her was also a part of him in some way. Lingering, even when she left him for ten years.

It’s why it leaves him in agony when she rejects him, telling him to come back to the real world as if his love was nothing but child’s play. He knows it’s not and it never was, even when they were children. He felt it— felt that they were meant for each other. Even the Force seemed intent on telling him so.

He returns to his bedroom with frustration and an aching sadness, discouraged. Why couldn’t she see they were meant to be? She wouldn’t even accept him when he tried to offer to keep it a secret. Didn’t she want him? She spoke delicately as if she did, dancing around the words. “Regardless of how we feel about each other,” she’d said, as if she felt it too.

That magnetic pull between them, like they needed each other. Or maybe only Anakin needed Padmé… Maybe he was a fool for coming here, thinking the senator still cared for him. Maybe Obi-Wan was right, as much as he hated even thinking the thought. But it had felt real to him, at the time– the way they kissed. She kissed him back; he’d felt it. The press of her soft mouth to his and the look in her eyes at the way his fingers trailed against her naked back.

He needs more– felt more. He swears he did, especially in the way she wiggled beside him, as if she was trying to put a lid on something she felt. Force it down, choke it out.

Or that’s what he tells himself as he starts to take off his robes, first the belt and then the leather overcoat. Pulling off the brown tunic with long sleeves, he rests the clothing on the end of the bed, leaving him shirtless.

The room Padmé gave him is adorned with the same golden curtains as in the sitting room, along with matching red velvet seats near the window. Everything is ornate; golden and beautiful, just like her and the rest of her world. Everything reminds him of her; the curtains, the intricate baroque furniture and expensive rugs. She’s like a princess, even though she isn’t a queen anymore. Maybe he thinks of her as one because she rules over his very heart and soul.

So he’s pulling his pants apart, sliding the loose dark fabric down. Jedi robes were so airy, which was good most of the time but not so much when he was trying to hide his arousal. How could he not be? Sitting beside her in a dimly lit room when she looked so beautiful, admitting she might feel something for him, just like in his dreams.

He had removed his shoes already because it was improper to wear them inside of the villa, especially up in this section of the castle. So he sits down on the bed, leaning against the headboard as his hand slips beneath the fabric of his underwear, his pants still half on his legs.

There’s a low fire crackling in the fireplace that they’d lit earlier; the one in the corner of his room. It illuminates his golden skin, making it easier to see his erection as he pulls it out. A soft frustrated sigh leaves him as his fingers close around his throbbing length, stroking gently and finding himself surprised at the force of pleasure that rolls through his body in response. It feels too good, thinking about her soft pink lips and the way they felt when they kissed on the veranda. It turns him on even more than her beauty does, knowing that she wanted him too, even if it was fleeting. Even if it didn’t mean to her what it meant to him.

How could she? “I will not give in to this,” she said, as if she wanted to give in. It’s all he can think about, almost obsessively, as he strokes himself a little harder. It feels like a betrayal of some kind, the way she rejected him after leaving him with the most incredible feeling he had ever experienced in his lifetime. All he can think about is the way her sweet mouth tasted, slotted against his. Frustration laces into the way Anakin touches himself, jerking off a little faster as his face contorts from the pleasure of it. He thinks about what would have happened if she did give in; if she would have had him on the couch. It’s enough to make him leak, getting his fingers wet as he touches himself, panting softly.

What he doesn’t expect is for the door to push open, hearing his name in her sweet voice. His head snaps up, looking for her in the dim light, hand still around himself. / @fatalqueen

[ouyuki]

↻⠀‧₊˚ ⠀⠀ ▒.⠀✧✦. ⠀ ⠀𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐀 𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐄 𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐄.

↻⠀‧₊˚ ⠀⠀ ▒.⠀✧✦. ⠀ ⠀𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐀𝐃𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐃 𝐁𝐈𝐎𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 ,   IT IS STILL IMPOSSIBLE FOR A BLUE ROSE TO GROW NATURALLY.    comparatively ,   the closest hue a rose has ever donned is violet or lavender一    but these variants ,   of course ,   while beautiful ,   are not a true blue.    the red petals of a rose come from a pigment known as anthocyanin ,   the same compound found in the red skin of apples   &   the juice of cherries;    in smaller amounts ,   anthocyanin can also appear blue or purple in plants like blueberries   &   eggplant.    with this knowledge ,   a blue rose seems feasible to create一    modify the rose to produce less anthocynanin ,   and its petals should develop the blue hue desired.    however ,   doing this only kills the rose bush before it can even begin budding.    why   ?   the same compound that controls its colour is the one that controls its pH.    because roses rely on its pH to process nutrients ,   any less ,   &   it begins to starve一    any more ,   &   it begins to digest itself.    the colour of the petals is not an intentional design ,   but rather the aftermath of its survival.

↻⠀‧₊˚ ⠀⠀ ▒.⠀✧✦. ⠀ ⠀𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐃 ,   𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐒 𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍 𝐓𝐎 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐒一    a separate type of rose compared to its red counterparts ,   one that lacks visible pigment in its petals entirely一    &   dye it through artificial means like food colouring.    this way ,   the flower stays alive while the florist acquires the colour they sought after.    with this method ,   however ,   all blue roses are inherently synthesised.    this is of no fault of the gardener ,   of course一    in a way ,   their insistence to keep the flower alive is one of honour   &   respect ,   even if it stems from their own desire.    their selfishness motivated them to tend to the rose with more care   &   effort than if it were red ,   providing it with more attention   &   dedication to ensure it grew properly.    the rose is not to be blamed for its misleading hue ,   either;    the rose never chose to be dyed blue ,   but even if it would prefer to be white ,   it lacks the mouth to scream   &   lacks the body to run away.    the rose is completely subjected to the whims of its gardener.    however ,   the relationship is still mutually beneficial to some degree;    in the end ,   the rose is tended to by the florist   &   the rose changes its colour in return.    what it was turned into seldom matters when the gardener was merciful enough to grant it the luxury of survival.    compared to the wilted brethren laying beside it ,   rejected experiments that withered before they even had a chance to sprout ,   freedom is a liberty it's accepted to part with.    to desire anything more is selfish一    far more selfish than the gardener's hubris to defy the natural order of things   &   insist on forging what they desire ,   even when thwarted by death.

↻⠀‧₊˚ ⠀⠀ ▒.⠀✧✦. ⠀ ⠀𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐀 𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐄 𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐄.    he does not exist naturally.    there's a reason he does not exist naturally一    if any person did ,   they would have long burned out   &   fizzled before they had the chance to bloom ,   burdened by the responsibility of their perfection.    the original YUKIHIKO ,   his older brother ,   was a natural blue rose ,   one cultivated   &   developed carefully in the surgeon - like hands of someone who insisted on defying GOD.    for this very reason ,   as soon as he was born ,   YUKIHIKO WAS ALWAYS DESTINED TO DIE.    nonetheless ,   his cultivators fell in love with the idea of what YUKIHIKO could have been ,   and it's for this precise reason that SHIGURE suffered.    he is a white rose tinted to be blue;    to call him a blue rose ,   while not entirely inaccurate ,   feels inauthentic ,   as though merely describing the colour of his petals is somehow yet another form of deception.    he is not blue一    the truth of the matter is that he never will be.    if he were truly blue ,   he would be dead.    it doesn't matter how much he's warped by his caregivers一    gaslit into believing he's someone he's not ,   forced to undergo cosmetic surgery to look more like his brother ,   so on一    ultimately ,   a rose by any other name would smell just as sweet.    you can change how a rose appears ,   but never how it smells.    you can change how a rose appears ,   but never what it once was.

[xxnashiraxx]

AO3

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A street-smart, musically inclined human girl with a tragic past gets abducted by a nautiloid after her painfully average shift at a retro singing diner. What's worse- putting your all into Olivia Newton-John and Travolta for lousy tips, or getting your guts ripped out by a gnoll? Or worse- getting turned into a hideous humanoid squid?

Ofelia Montez will have to see if she can survive long enough to find out.

✧˖ Act 1 🗡Chapter 1: Chasing Rabbits 🗡Chapter 2: Known Me, Broken By My Master 🗡Chapter 3: But It Was a Trick and the Clock Struck 12 🗡Chapter 4: Behind a Broken Frame 🗡Chapter 5: Close Your Eyes and Hear My Secret 🗡Chapter 6: My Thoughts You Can't Decode 🗡Chapter 7: From Now Our Merge is Eternal 🗡Chapter 8: Born in Blood I'm Not Like You 🗡Chapter 9: Darkness Helps Us All to Shine 🗡Chapter 10: Let the Dystopian Morning Light Pour In 🗡Chapter 11: Try to Keep the Truth From Showing Up 🗡Chapter 12: You Know How Much You Broke Me Apart 🗡Chapter 13: Moving Through the Silence Without Motion 🗡Chapter 14: I've Held On but I Feel a Storm Approaching 🗡Chapter 15: I Cast My Spell of Love on You 🗡Chapter 16: I Could Show You Tonight ✧˖ Act 2 🗡Chapter 17: I Feel Like I'm Leaving Myself Behind 🗡Chapter 18: And It's Bringing Me to You 🗡Chapter 19: Pretty Eyes Now Filled with Pain 🗡Chapter 20: I Wanna Break This Spell That You've Created 🗡Chapter 21: Let Me Change My Words, Show Me Where it Hurts 🗡Chapter 22: TEMPORARY HIATUS

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🗡Prompt 1: Incubus Astarion + Fanart! 🗡Prompt 2: Breeding Kink/Sex Pollen + Fanart! 🗡Prompt 3: Inappropriate Use of Tadpole/Melted Candle Wax/BDSM

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✧˖ With Stars to Fill My Dream Gifts: Stop Me if You've Heard This One Part 1, Stop Me if You've Heard This One Part 2 (a lovely, insanely beautiful gift fic from @caffeinatedmunchkin) Now on AO3 here!

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✧˖ Ofelia Lore: OC Smash or Pass, OC Insight: What Kind of Love Are You?, OC Patron Saint Game, OC Deep Dive:Ofelia, All About Your Tav/Durge and Their Romantic Interest, 30 Questions Ask 1, 30 Questions Ask 2, OC Tag Game

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[yuukimiyas]

nov. 13th 2023

₊˚ෆ 350 words / not beta read! / in no way, shape or form formatted correctly! / many punctuation mistakes! / i swear ik how to format normally!!

ᕱ ⑅ ᕱ a/n: hello all!! ໒꒰ྀི´ ˘ ` ꒱ྀིა this came to me while i was talkin to my psychiatrist the other wk & it just wouldn't leave my mind!! ໒꒰ྀི ∩ ⸝⸝ ∩ ꒱ྀིა this is v self indulgent & v personal & i was originally gonna keep it to myself but i thought that maybe someone out there could resonate, even if it's a lil bit <33 so here's a lil poetry/prose moment :3

i am kind to the world because the world has not always been kind to me.

for i have begged for places at tables only to learn i never had solace there to begin with — assuming that my worth was equivalent to the scraps that litter the floor. i have foolishly taken the hand of societies predisposed values — blindly agreeing that being rigid is the only means of protection. i have been preached about taking my time then chastised for not keeping up — choking on the fabricated realization that the only place i’ll ever meet the requirements for is the last one. i have been told to appreciate the wonders of the world we live in — then swiftly reminded to only admire the beauty from afar for it’s fleeting and i’ve yet to prove my worth

i have been conditioned to believe i am a lot of things. but, i am not the masses.

i am so much more.

i am so sickeningly sweet that i give cavities a run for their money, i am so brilliantly luminous that even the sun itself seeps envy, i am so abundant with love and adoration that my body can’t help but burst at the seams to share it all.

and with that,

i will always leave an open seat at my table — a warm meal and good conversation at the ready for all who need to rest. i will always extend my hand with only the purest of intent — displaying proudly that soft and strong do not have to be autonomous to live in harmony with one another. i will always take time while it’s still ripe for the taking — it’s monetary value far outweighing that of a solid gold medal. i will continue to gaze at the world with fondness — the blinding beauty of it all synonymous with the delicate flame that burns deep within and glows outward.

but most important of all, out of everything i am, i was, and will eventually blossom to be.

i am kind to the world because the world has not always been kind

to me.

- c

๋࣭ ⭑ yuukimiyas © '23 / please do not copy/repost/translate anywhere! / all dividers by @benkeibear

[oneheda]

๋࣭ ࣪ ˖✩࿐࿔ both our eyes lock to the tide.

— a neteyam sully short prose.

- ͙۪۪̥˚┊❛ people say this love’s for show, but i would die for you in secret. ❜┊˚ ͙۪۪̥◌

— taylor swift, ‘peace’.

┊͙ ˘͈ᵕ˘͈ ੈ✩‧₊˚

synopsis :

In the forest, grey clouds mirror internal turmoil. Neteyam emerges in the rain, offering solace, an anchor.

characters : neteyam x gender!neutral o.c

story type — word count : short prose • 373

genre — mini-tropes : fluff, hurt/comfort • two characters in the rain.

warning(s) : bomb metaphor

song inspiration(s) : anchor by novo amor

author’s notes : author’s note : ahh omg. this is my first prose that i’m publicly posting as ‘fanfiction’ on tumblr because i haven’t posted any of my writings on any form of media platform in like years. so, my writing’s a little ‘rusty’. short proses are what i’ll be sticking with for a while just to practice and fight against writers block, but hope to be able to write full one-shots and series one day! anyways, thank u sm for 100 likes, the reblogs on my last post! i love u guys sm and i’m so excited to start my tumblr journey here with y’all! <3

GREY clouds dangerously overshadowed the forest, looming over your head, parallel to the spiralling thoughts which consumed you. Once again, raindrops collided against the dew-kissed grass you sunk your feet in.

Pit-a-pat.

Humming against your knees that were tucked to your chest, you grazed your calloused fingers over the bioluminescent freckles of your arms, outlining and swirling small circles along the soft sensitive skin of your forearm.

Tick.

It was like there was a bomb in your head. You had been cradling it, desperately wishing for it to never explode.

But alas, it inevitably will.

And he would be a soft-blow.

At first, it was slow footsteps you hear. Then, they inched closer until it fell to a stop. From what your ears picked up, it was barely a foot shy away now — though, you did not want to hear anything other than the drizzles coming from the impending storm.

“Hey.”

It was a voice distinct from yours and immediately you knew who it was.

“Neteyam?”

Head slightly raised from the pit between your knees, you peered over your shoulder to take a look at the boy behind you.

There he stood, a calm expression consuming his visage.

You smile, helplessly. “It’s you.”

“Yeah, it’s me.” He seizes the empty spot beside where you sat curled up. Neteyam always had his ways of finding you, even when you did not intend for anyone to know about your whereabouts. It was getting dangerous, he thought.

Once again, he had found you in the rain.

Underneath the clouds, he can see a second one over your head.

“If your cascade ocean blues come, you can always talk to me.”

Because he would always be there, letting your waves crash against him — his skin, his body, everything.

Your tears were a sea for him to swim, being an anchor to any ship that came in. Whether it was a high-tide or a low-tide, it did not matter. There was no difference.

His words were a simple display of care. Yet, it meant the world. The world the two of you could close your eyes and see.

The world the two of you could build together.

Tock.

The bomb which you had tried to disarm yourself with no avail, did not go off. He had taken it in his hands and disarmed it for you.

Like he knew how to manoeuvre through its coloured wires and fixed it for you.

One day, you would learn how to do the same. For yourself and him. When things get too hard for the both of you and when both your ocean waves crash against each other. When it gets all-consuming and too much.

You will find an anchor within each other to latch onto.

To disarm.

“Thank you.”

[vera-vera-vera-lynn]

₊˚𖤓 ݁ ˖ DESCRIPTION

Hello! Esther here; though you can also call me Leigh or Vera. She/her, 19; I'm a college junior, coping in the least destructive way possible. I actually used to run a shifting account (my-reality-my-rules), but I'm not active on it anymore. This is an entirely new account—dedicated solely to writing (art as well, if ever). I haven't gotten around to updating my main over a year now due to a lot of personal reasons, but I felt confident enough to start again on Tumblr. So, here I am. This blog is for the stuff I've written. It's actually directly related to my old main, if anything, because some of the content I use in my fics were things I've mentioned in the past on that account. Feel free to browse through it if you so wish, although it's unlikely that I'll revisit it (and the sideblogs) at this point.

₊˚𖤓 ݁ ˖ WHAT I WRITE

|| ๋࣭⭑ FANFICTION || ORIGINAL STORIES Most of what I have are (admittedly) indulgent self-inserts. On that note, I mix my other passions (such as philosophy, which I'm majoring in) in with the fic(s) when need be. So long as I think themes can intersect, and it makes sense to me, I'll mishmash them together. Also, I'm a fan of DD:DNE. No, I don't support those things in real life (duh)—but I absolutely love seeing it in fictional works. With that, I've taken to drafting my own pieces for it. . || ๋࣭⭑ POETRY This is where it all began! Shoutout to my tenth grade English and Literature teachers for truly pushing me to pursue this. I don't think I'd've started writing fanfiction or other original works if it wasn't for them encouraging me to start doing poetry. I just go where my mind takes me, in this case. Sometimes, I write poetry for fandoms; and sometimes, I write about my own life. As it goes, though; I'm more active in writing prose than poetry, although my poems are still up online as well.

₊˚𖤓 ݁ ˖ FANDOMS

Ace Attorney // Death Note // Game of Thrones // Harry Potter // José Rizal // J.R.R. Tolkien // Lolita // Naruto // Resident Evil

[snowthornes]

WHOAAA OMG blushing twirling my hair USER MUSTARDD WANTS TO GET TO KNOW ME BETTER ⛹🏽⛹🏽⛹🏽 YIPPEE🏌🏽‍♀️🏌🏽‍♀️🏌🏽‍♀️

𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑ LET'S GO ! . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁ જ⁀➴

nine people i want to get to know better ~!

Fave Colour : Morning glory purple and forget-me-not blue! The hues are very important !!

Currently Reading : The Secret History by Donna Tartt !! It's been a real thrill; I've been reading it on and off these past few weeks and just continued reading earlier this morning, and it was very fun, pfffft. The prose is so lovely and the characters are so caught up in their own worlds — it's a really fascinating look into the 'dark academia' genre, replete with all its different layers and cogs and facets.

Last Song : Mephisto by QUEENBEE !! One of my favorite songs ever, it's a real banger >:)

Last Movie : I watch movies very infrequently, but my last happens to be Sonic 3! It was real fun!! I also started watching Dead Poets Society a few weeks ago but stopped like a third through the movie, hence why I didn't list it as my last movie — I'm planning to pick it up again though, when my time and attention span allows, so here's hoping!

Last Series : Dr. Stone!! I'm watching it with my little brother :>

Sweet, Savoury, or Salty : Oooh, this is hard... usually the answer would be savoury, but I think I'm currently craving sweet... it really depends!

Craving : Oooh... ice cream or cream/water-based (that part is very important) bubble tea!

Tea or Coffee : Neither! I grew up in a household that didn't allow me to drink caffeinated drinks of any sort, and I sort of just absorbed that into my lifestyle >:)

Currently Working On : ... a lot! I have a couple of IFs in the works (one's draft has reached 12k words!!), I'm in the middle of conlanging a language for a fantasy IF, I'm writing a SHOH fic on the side, and I'm putting together dossiers for my OCs! It's all been great fun, hehe

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Tagging (no pressure !! <3) : @keeperofsecretsunderthehill, @sass-sage, @fran-does-things, @oderu, @diebischesther, @kimmei-a-minute, @womenenthusiast2, @kris-mage-fics, @aylaaescar !

nine people i want to get to know better

thank u for the tag @moonshapedbox <3

favourite colour: black n pink!

currently reading: aces of spades by faridah àbíké-ĺyímídé!

last song: a house in nebraska

last movie: the matrix revolutions (2003)

last series: the crow girl (2025)

sweet, savoury, salty: hmm.. depends!

craving: fries!

tea/coffee: tea!!

currently working on: college assignments... and part two of a fanfic!

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[fatedsith]

It feels like Obi-Wan has been pushing him more than ever, even since his long-awaited knighting ceremony. He had been so sure he’d proven himself in his position, surpassing the likes of Obi-Wan and Yoda several times, but his Master pushed him all the same.

Anakin is tired of it. He’s even grumpier than usual, not just because of Obi-Wan’s incessant pushing, but because war itself is taking a toll on him and he hasn’t been able to focus on what he truly wants.

He hasn’t been able to think about Padmé Amidala as much, the senator he’s fallen head over heels for.

In truth, he fell for her the second he met her and then even more while he accompanied her at the lake mansion in Naboo as her sworn protector. But she had given him a speech about how they couldn’t pursue a romance, regardless of how they felt, and somehow they’d managed to remain friends. Anakin respects Padmé more than anyone he’s ever known, in truth. She’s beautiful, courageous, kind, smart and not to mention full of light.

She’s not like the other politicians and he’s known it from the moment they met when they were children. No one in the Senate could be trusted but her; a bunch of self-concerned individuals, matching many of the things Obi-Wan had accused them of. If it weren’t for them, there would be less inaction in the galaxy. Maybe his mother would’ve been freed before her death.

But Padmé was there for him during that, too. When no one else truly was.

It’s impossible not to think of her. He thinks about her every waking moment. During training, before drifting off to sleep, on the field while at war.

Nothing was Anakin’s own. Not his actions, his life, or even his thoughts. Those belonged to Padmé Amidala.

And while he couldn’t think of her as much because of the war, he still thought of her constantly.

And now, finally, his time would belong to her too, because Obi-Wan had thoughtlessly signed him up for ‘classes’ with her. As much as Obi-Wan hated politicians like Anakin did, and he reminded him irritably that their duty was to the Order and democracy, not to the Republic, he also believed it would be beneficial for Anakin to learn more from Padmé.

Something about keeping a close eye on the Senate’s activities during this tumultuous time in the war.

And Anakin is excited for once, because he gets to see Padmé again. He gets to see her; feel that intoxicating emotion that comes with breathing her air and hearing her voice. She would tell him about legislative duties and debates and maybe even about diplomatic missions— all that she’d learned in her time serving. And he’d listen with rapt attention, taking in everything she said even though he also wanted to kiss her.

Maybe this would be the time they finally decide to forsake duty completely, touching each other like they want to. He knows at least some part of her wants to— he’s replayed those small moments where she shivered because of him, or the lust in her eyes, over and over again in his mind. It kept him company in a sense, to focus on his love for her whenever she wasn’t around.

Maybe she’d forgotten him completely, but he doesn’t think so.

It’s the first day of their ‘class’ when he arrives at the Senate Office Building on Coruscant. It’s a short walk from the landing platform to her office and he knocks on her door, feeling suddenly nervous as he waits to see her again.

When the door finally opens, he’s stunned by the sight of her. He remembers her beauty perfectly and it’s just as he’d held it in his mind since he saw her last, but it’s still awe-inspiring to see in person once more. She has beautiful large brown eyes that see right through him, like she knows everything going through his head. She holds all the cards.

Especially since it was her call to remain friends. Now it would be her call to undo all of that and become more.

He blinks blue eyes at her, fluttering as he tries to regain his bearings. “Padmé,” he says her name in greeting, a tenderness to his tone. A familiarity that other people would be too nervous to use, especially so quickly.

But Anakin is unafraid. Nervous, but unafraid. He had grown familiar enough with her on their trip to the lake mansion, after all. “Obi-Wan has exiled me from the Jedi temple to attend this course… I am sorry to trouble you during your duties, but I’m not sorry to see you again. It feels like it’s been a lifetime since we spent time together.” He hesitates, nervous to push his luck, and adds, “A-As friends, of course.” He’s more confident now than he was as a padawan, but it all seems to drain out of him as he sees her again. / @nabrrie

[fatedsith]

❛  i'll always be here for you, no matter what. just please don't shut me out.  ❜

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Anakin immediately softens, glancing over at his wife with worry. How could he explain to her that he wasn't shutting her out, but quite the opposite? He wants to hold her close; keep her from the horrors of that nightmare that caused him to jolt awake, a cold sheen of sweat all over his body.

He had climbed out of bed, grabbing the robe from the chair and putting it on so he isn't completely shirtless as he paces the apartment. Thoughts buzz in his head, an incessant chatter, and he knows if Obi-Wan were here he would tell him to meditate and focus on the Force. He would remind Anakin of the lesson he learned from Qui-Gon-- to be present in the now. But how can he do such a thing when he can still hear her screams in his head, almost as clearly as if they were real? Padmé had screamed in pain on that table, calling out his name, and he could do nothing to help her.

It was torture.

He's fearful again; a familiar feeling that tightens around his throat, squeezing, making him feel like he's powerless and suffocating. Being the chosen one meant nothing; he had no control over anything, not really. If he had, his mother would still be here. Maybe even Qui-Gon wouldn't have died, leaving Obi-Wan to train him. Anakin isn't blind; he sees his master's reluctance at times where it concerns him, even if it stings and he would rather not. If he were the 'chosen one' everyone expected, wouldn't he have saved more people?

They called him the Hero with No Fear because of the war, and it couldn't be further from the truth. At least he had helped some people, even if it didn't alleviate the clawing suffocation as Anakin realizes he's had yet another prophetic dream. It's going to happen-- there's nothing he can do to stop it. He's going to lose Padmé, just like he lost his mother.

He shakes his head, pacing. There has to be some way to stop it this time. He promised her grave that he would be stronger this time, and Padmé is pregnant now. It's for all of them. He'll do whatever it takes, but he will save her.

Even if they can't stop the war and General Grievous will burn more people and their homes until the Republic itself falls. It had come close already, when Palpatine was taken. It all weighs on him, like a thousand bricks turned into a mountain. His only escape is to see her beautiful face and be reminded of what he's fighting for. Why shouldn't they all have love, when life was so bleak?

So when she approaches him in the living room, saying those words, he glances over at her with furrowed brows, trying to find a way to articulate his heart. "I'm not, my love..." He would never purposefully shut her out; he only wanted to hold her. "It's just difficult to speak of certain things." She deserved to know, didn't she? But what were the ethics of telling the woman he loved more than anyone in the world that she was doomed? That the happiness they deserved was doomed, too?

"It was a dream..." he relents, turning to look at her. He's perched on the armrest of the couch and she's standing beside him, looking as beautiful as ever in the dim light of the city outside. She looks ethereal; like a goddess, almost. She's loved by so many people and he's so proud of her-- she's everything the world cherishes and wants. Not like that monster, Grievous, or so many of the corrupt politicians in power. Obi-Wan had once tried to tell him she was one of them, but he knew even before then that she wasn't. He knew her on a Force level, like she was apart of him. He has always loved her. So he says it, even though it's like hot coals in his mouth. "And it was about you." / @nabrrie

[ouyuki]

character tag dump.

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[fatedsith]

@devcted -> waking up from a nightmare and going to his room for snuggles .

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It's another night of Padmé being gone, currently on a trip to another planet to help her father with a relief mission. He was in retirement, too old to be on such expeditions any longer, but Padmé insisted on helping him with his cause.

Anakin loves her for it, so he supports her decision to go, even if he and the twins will miss her while she's gone. With General Grievous dead and the Republic utilizing humanitarian efforts and diplomacy, the war had come to a tentative end, with most Separatist command structures completely fractured. Peace had started to return to the galaxy, but recently it had been on shaky grounds once more under the leadership of a new Chancellor.

Anakin knew Padmé could take care of herself, but it always gave him some anxiety to see her off on such long trips, knowing she's a high profile figure of the Republic (or she was, before they left their careers behind to raise the twins on Naboo).

To some, what Anakin and Padmé had done was a betrayal of sorts. After accusations of misconduct, Padmé had stepped down from her position as Senator. The Jedi Order had removed Anakin from the Council, but in return for him turning in Palpatine, he had been allowed to stay in the Order and bring his daughter to the temple for training.

It wasn't until Bee struggled with the other younglings because of her special circumstances, just as Anakin once had, that he realized he didn't want this for his daughter. He removed her from the Jedi Order and trained her privately on Naboo, retiring from being a Jedi in a sense.

And now she's at the age of thirteen, growing into a young woman slowly but surely. She's a year younger than Ahsoka was when Anakin was first assigned to train her. It doesn't feel real, because in truth he'll always see her as his baby. She's his pride and joy and was from the very moment he laid eyes on her.

And now she knocks on his bedroom door. He knows it’s her because it’s a tiny fist and it could only be her– Cedric wouldn’t ask for snuggles this late. Anakin reaches over to turn the light on the bedside table on, starting to sit up in bed. He still has soft black pants on, and the robes he wore to bed, so he calls out softly, “Come in.”

She lets herself in, as is their routine, and his chest is full of the familiar warmth he gets whenever he sees his daughter. He’s so proud of her that it’s almost impossible to put it into words or tell her anywhere near enough. She’s just as strong, kind and beautiful as her mother, with a connection to the Force like he has. Her little curls are disheveled and she looks upset, so the warmth in his chest changes to a pang of fear and concern. “Bumblebee, what’s wrong? Is everything alright?” His brows furrow in concern as he realizes it’s probably bad dreams, just like the ones he has from the Force. “Not another nightmare…Everything’s okay– I promise. Come here, princess.”

[fatedsith]

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[fatedsith]

He sucks her skin until she speaks, teasing him despite the way she’s shivering under his touch. He loves that about her; how she’s as delicate as a flower, but as strong as a lion. Kind and beautiful but assertive and powerful. Capable of steeling herself in ways he would never understand, and he’d spent many years wondering how Padmé had held herself together for an entire planet when they were children. That was just the way of their lives, of course, but no one could do it all like Padmé could. But underneath it was a special warmth, forged in the heart of Naboo. Padmé had been a sweet young girl long before she was a politician, as warm as the sand on the beach by that lake she loved so much. She lived a life Anakin didn’t get to on Tatooine and he finds it fascinating; feeling it emanate off of her like the radiance of a sun. She’s special– warm and bright, loving and patient. Sometimes in ways Anakin could never be, always quick to the draw, to the point Obi-Wan scolded him.

So he smiles, lips pulling away from her skin as he glances up at her. It sends a small thrill through him, how her eyes are full of lust. “Is that so? Are you going to ‘make me’ submit?” he asks teasingly, referencing back to their conversation in the meadow. “Not very democratic of you, but I’d like to see it.” Despite his joke, his voice is full of burning lust to match that lust of her gaze. “I like when you’re on top…” He thinks of the meadow again and how it felt to have her body pressed against his, straddling him in the grass. She’s perfect; a treasure he’s never going to get over. He wants to see this side of her, just like every other side– bask in her dominance.

He softens at her declaration of love, still in disbelief he’s getting to hear her say it so much. As if she’s getting lost in it just like they’re getting lost in each other’s bodies. To Anakin, it’s the sexiest thing she could possibly say, returning his burning love for her. “I love you, baby,” he murmurs back, dragging a soft kiss across her breast.

She’s moaning for him, telling him how good he is, which makes him hard again. He doesn’t know how it’s possible after having climaxed twice, but it feels good being praised in her breathy, sweet voice. Continuing his motions, he drags his tongue over her breast, pausing at her nipple to swirl over it. “I want to keep being good for you,” he murmurs, dragging kisses up her chest. His lips reach her collarbone and go over, up to her shoulder. Using his tongue to tease her skin, he leaves a trail of saliva as he swipes along her neck.

He loves the sound of her giggles when it tickles, but he’s so focused on making her feel good that he doesn’t stop. Placing wet kisses all over her neck, he covers it until eventually he’s using his tongue once more. Picking a spot to lick at, he runs his tongue in small circles, just below her jaw. “I have to get every part of your body first, like you asked of me,” he says lowly, his palm massaging her breast again.

And he does, even taking her arm in his grasp as he plants kisses from her shoulder downward. When he reaches her wrist he takes her hand, pushing two of her digits past his lips, his blue eyes meeting hers as he sucks on them. Running his tongue against her fingers, he takes his time for a moment, watching her reaction before letting them slowly slide from his mouth. “Put those in your mouth now,” he tells her, just because he wants to watch her taste his spit.

Shifting down again, he lowers himself to her stomach, brushing his lips against it once more. Planting gentle kisses, his nose brushes against the soft skin of her groin area. His mouth waters when he sees her cunt again, wet from their cum. She’s beautiful and pink, making him want more.

He tries to withhold, glancing up at her once again as he presses kisses to her inner thigh. Sucking softly at one spot, he waits until her desperation grows before finally giving her what she wants. Hands gently pushing her legs apart further, he pushes his nose against her clit, his tongue pushing out to swipe against her soaked folds. Lapping at them gently, he moans quietly from how it turns him on, one hand reaching for his cock. Touching himself a little, he finds that he’s over-stimulated, aching too much. But she still somehow makes him feel good so he keeps going, wanting to return the favor to her. Pressing his tongue inside of her a little, he licks at her entrance, tasting himself mixed with her slick.

every single inch of her body felt like it was on fire, sweat felt like it was dripping off of her body, soaking her from the absolute heat radiating off her. she's a senator, a leader and here she is losing her mind underneath the touch of a gorgeous jedi, all his own, just for him. she bites down on her lower lip, shivering underneath him as her gaze flickers into his gaze with a shaky purr as he begins to tease her for begging. "don't let all that power go to your head, ani. I just might have to take control." she teases, her dark eyes watching him with nothing but need and lust.

it was overwhelming from the way he touched her, causing her to squirm a little at the feeling of his fingers fucking inside of her. she gasps softly, lips parting and back arching as she allows her eyes to flutter. "f-fuck." she says in a groan, biting down on her lower lip and she rolls her hips and it causes her eyes to water just a little. his cum still spilling from her ass he rubs at her sensitive cunt, fucking his cum inside of her.

sex was new, feeling this way was new....it was almost wild, exciting. she could get used to this, if this was her life now, being in his arms, feeling his touch, everything. a choked out moan falls from her lips as he pushes his fingers inside of her tight hole, they're so large that it sends her into soft gasps, needing air to breathe. "oh my..." she lets out a shaky moan her lower lip quivering.

padmé smirks softly when he says he likes the way she says his name, it makes her smirk softly. "I love you ani..." she says in a seductive whisper, biting down on her hand moving up his chest, tracing her fingers against his soft skin. "you're so good for me." padmé praises him, a soft moan falling past her lips. "you're so good..." she repeats, her voice low and needy.

his fingers spread her apart, fucking her tight cunt desperately and making her legs tremble as a muffled moan leaves her, his tongue tangling with her own until all she can taste is him, making her eyes flutter a little as their tongues fight for dominance but before she can melt into it he's pulling away, making a slight whimper fall from her lips as he sucks on her juices, licking them clean of her as her dark brown eyes watch him with need.

his wet tongue flicks against her nipple, she bites down on her lower lip, a shuttered out moan falling past her lips. she can't help but giggle a little when he starts kissing against her skin, a smile stretching over her lips as she purrs. it tickles, but it also fills her with warmth making her feel as if she was on top of the world, she was his girl and she was being touched like it.

"I love being yours knowing I'm not supposed to be " she whispers in return. "I love having you touch me like this." padmé is gasping, needing him so desperately her hands move down to brush against his arm. his hands all over he body, squeezing and touching as he kisses her skin and caresses her body. "are you going to taste me some more?" she purrs with a smirk. "as you said, keeping your promises."

[fatedsith]

She begs him please, uttering his nickname so sweetly that he wants to give her everything she’s ever wanted. This is what he dreamed of— being loved by her enough that he could be of use to her, taking care of her like she deserved. It seemed a miracle that she didn’t want anyone before him when she’s the most beautiful woman in the galaxy. She was always so driven to her cause, carrying the weight of many worlds on her perfect shoulders. She didn’t allow for distractions, but she allowed him in. It makes him feel special; just as special as the day he was told he was the Chosen One, but more so. While that came with burdens he’d never asked for, this was nothing but a blessing. Padmé loved him.

“How could I refuse when you ask me like that?” he murmurs in her ear, his tone sweet. “Though I do love when you beg.” It turns him on, making his length ache between his legs. He’s spent from his orgasm, his cum still spilling from her, and he can feel it against his fingers as they curl inside of her. Fucking the slick into her, he pulls back to watch her pretty face and how it changes as she gasps. She tells him how good it feels, echoing her words earlier when she cursed and told him it was amazing. He couldn’t get enough of the breathy sound of her tone, as if she could hardly stand how good it felt.

She had moaned when he came inside of her and the sound is burned into his mind, somehow leaving him just as horny as when they’d started having sex. His favorite part is how she says his name again, her lip quivering and her sweet voice a gasp. Her thighs tremble around him as he fucks her with his fingers, in and out, sliding easily inside of her because she’s soaked with both of their cum. “I love when you say my name,” he murmurs in admiration, allowing his fingers to slide against her clit gently as he gazes down at her perfect lips. They’re flushed pink from all of his kissing and biting and it only makes him desire her more.

Leaning in, he slides his lips against hers, slowly kissing her, tongue running against her mouth. She whimpers and he shoves his tongue into her mouth to silence her, groaning at how wet she’s gotten his fingers. He tastes her slowly, lips sealed together, tongue moving across hers. His breath is shaky when their mouths part because he’s more than breathless from her beauty.

Pulling away, he sits back, bringing his fingers to his mouth to slip them in and suck down. The taste of her is strong and her cum is slick, mixed with the faint taste of his own as well. Sucking his digits clean, his blue eyes stay on her dark ones the entire time. Then he leans forward again, hands and elbows against the bed as he lowers himself.

Placing tentative kisses on her stomach, he drags his tongue beside her belly button. Gaze flickering up, he smiles. “Just keeping my promise.” He would kiss and lick her body, just as she asked. He would make sure to get the place she wanted his mouth most, too.

Covering her skin in gentle kisses, he slowly works his way up, alternating to using his tongue again as he allows it to drag between her breasts. “You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs, and he means it. Sliding his tongue over one breast and nipple, he slowly licks at it, taking his time and swirling over it. Closes his lips around her pink nipple, he sucks against it softly, one hand slipping down between her legs to touch her clit again. Rolling against it with gentle fingertips, he looks up at her as he sucks her breast, tongue laving against soft skin.

“You do like this,” he muses, as if answering his question from earlier. “My dirty girl…You love being touched when it’s not allowed, don’t you?” Bringing his fingertips to his lips, he licks them with his tongue, savoring the taste of her. Then he slides his hand up her body, caressing her stomach and then her breast. Giving the other one a squeeze, he leans in to press kisses against it, starting to tease her skin with his tongue. Picking a spot, he sucks down, licking against it. “You taste so good,” he murmurs, thinking about her juices against his tongue. “I want your cum in my mouth, Padmé.”

it agonizing, the need seeping into her vains and driving her insane. she's greedy, one touch isn't enough, she needs his skin on hers more than she needs air to breathe.

anakin speaks to her, telling her she must be patient and wait for his tongue to go in between her thighs again and it only makes her want to pout like some kind of child, her dark eyes looking up at him as brows knit together. she needs it and she hates waiting, but she does. biting down on her bottom lip as she nods. "please ani.." she mumbles shyly.

for the first time in her life it feels as though something actually belongs to her, someone she can call her own and truth be told she enjoys it, not having to share him with the world, he gets to be her secret, no one else could get inside. her dark eyes flicker to his, she smiles shyly as she bites down on her bottom lip. "good I want to enjoy you being all mine." she purrs, nudging her nose against his own as a gentle smile tugs at the corners of her lips. "and I don't wish to share." her breath is shaky, coming out in sort of a whisper as her dark eyes flutter with need, the way he felt inside of her making her feel good, her mind fogged up and the only thought she can have is of him.

she's supposed to be thinking about her life, the risk that its at and he's supposed to be her protector, watching over the senator to make sure she is safe and take care of and yet they found another option, her body wrapped up with his, entangled in the desire they have for one another that nothing else in the world matters. she bites down on her bottom lip for just a moment before she kisses him deeply, her fingers brushin against his cheek as she deepens it, her tongue rolling into his mouth as if it taste every bit of him.

she cannot speak say a word, the way he sucks on her tongue making her eyes roll back as a needy whine or falls from her lips because she's trying to ride it through her orgasm. her eyes watering at the feeling, rocking her hips a little against his, feeling hall tingly as she cums and before she can even process it she feels anakin cum as well, filling her up like that. it's a feeling of almost euphoria, her skin shivering in need as she nudges her nose against his own. "f-fuck." she moans out, her eyes fluttering closed as she purrs att the feeling of him releasing inside.

her fingers brush through his hair as she soothes him through his orgasm, pressing a kiss to his temple as a gentle smile this at the corners of her lips. "that was.... amazing." she whispers, her lips brushing against his skin but then he's pulling back, pushing his his hand between her legs as his fingers start to brush against her clit, her mouth falling open as she lets out a gasp. "o-oh my god." she says softly, biting down on her bottom lip. "that feels good." she says softly, still feeling sensitive from the way his fingers feel against her and the way he talks to her drives her crazy too, a shivered out moan falling from her lips as she nods slowly, not really bothering to speak because her body shows enough, the way her thighs shiver and her body reacts just as a soft gasp falls from her lips when he pushes inside. "ani..." She says softly, lower lip quivering.

the fact he's still wanting to go amazes her a little but she's certainly can't complain, she smiles a little as he pulls his fingers out, touching her sensitive clit again as she bites down on her bottom lip. "oh..." she whimpers, squirming a little underneath him.

[fatedsith]

She tells him what to do while he’s inside of her, demanding he eat her out once more. It turns him on, a soft growl in his throat in response, only lowering himself to fuck her harder. Her gasps are intoxicating; her beautiful voice making him shiver as she makes her commands, moans spilling out right after. He intends to do everything she says, of course. Anakin lives to do whatever Padmé asks.

She’s reaching for his braid again, making heat flare in his body, overwhelmed by how it feels to be noticed and loved by her like this. Somewhere distantly, it occurs to Anakin that the servants can probably hear the bedframe hitting the wall, but part of him hopes they do. He wants everyone in the lake country to know that Padmé Amidala is his own, moaning for him as the wet sound of him pumping inside of her cunt fills the room. “Be patient and I’ll taste you again, my love,” he croons, starting to fuck her more gently for a moment as their eyes meet.

Her forehead is pressed to his, mumbling to him about how she wants his love, as if she’s distracted by her pleasure. In her passion, she’s completely discarded any worries about what the council thinks. “Not to worry– they won’t know until we’re ready…But I agree.” It’s difficult not to agree with her in this moment, because being sheathed inside of her, hearing soft moans escape her pretty lips, he really doesn’t care if Obi-Wan or Master Yoda or the others have a problem with this. He needs Padmé to breathe and keep going…she’s everything to him. His own religion, almost. He wants to worship her all night and forever after, trying to show that to her with each pump of his length inside of her. She clenches around him, making a soft moan pour from him, the heat building in his core.

The sounds he makes are muffled by her kiss, her small fingers trying to find grip in his short hair as she arches up against him. Padmé never stops him from marking her neck, which pleases him in a way he’d never anticipated. The most beautiful woman in the galaxy has finally allowed him to leave a hickey on her beautiful skin, sucked there carefully with his lips to show everyone she belongs to him. They’re being risky, both with how loud they are and what he’s doing to her body, but he can’t bring himself to care, too engulfed in the passion of it all.

She begs him not to stop, but then he pulls her against him by tugging her hair. She makes a beautiful sound as her tongue enters his mouth, making him whimper in delight as he slides his own against it. Licking her tongue just as she cums, he starts to suck on it next, letting it slide against his lips. The feeling of her cunt tightening around him feels so good that it sends him over the edge another time, an orgasm rolling through his body.

He cums inside of her with a soft moan, fucking her desperately with several deep strokes. He spills into her, starting to drip out of her hole but continuing to fuck his cum into her, burying his face against her neck. It feels good; better than he could’ve ever imagined, how wet and slick she is around him. He keeps sloppily thrusting inside of her, her entrance soaking with his own cum, until he’s ridden through his orgasm.

Noticing the mark he left on her neck, he gently runs his tongue against it. Pressing a kiss there, he pulls back, his cock slipping out of her. “That felt so good, love,” he murmurs against her lips, dragging a soft kiss against them, almost as a thank you. “Does this feel good?” he asks, slipping his hand down between her legs to slide his fingers against her soaked clit. Playing with it while his blue eyes lock with hers, he continues to massage it for a moment before sliding his fingertips down to touch her entrance, his own cum spilling out of it. Sliding against it, he uses his fingers to push the slick cum inside of her again, fucking her gently with his index and middle fingers. “I bet you like that, huh?” he breathes against her lips. 

Biting down onto her lower lip, he then starts to suck on it, taking it into his mouth. Playing with her pussy, he enjoys the sound of his cum inside of her, so loud for him in a room that’s quiet aside from their breathing. Pulling his digits out, he returns to her clit, his fingers wet as he plays with it again.

her bottom lip quivers, and she feels like her entire body is on fire as he fucks into her deep with strong hands wrapped around her waist. it's all about the control, letting him in and handing over that control to him because she knows that her body is safe in his rough hands as his fingers dig into her skin.

'your body is mine now' the words are like heaven, something about them making her ache in a way that wasn't painful or even uncomfortable it was almost like a desire, an emotion and urge that she's never felt before. always so guarded, her walls built so high that it was almost impossible to knock them down. but anakin had done it so flawlessly, taking not only her body but her heart and every thought as well and this alone scared her deeply, making her want to run and hide but she stays put against her better judgement she gives herself to him and it makes her hot inside. a choked out moan leaving her full lips as her dark eyes flash up to meet his, taking every inch of him until he's hitting that right spot, over and over his tip is pressing into her. "taste me..." she gasps out in barely over a whisper. "I want you to taste me again and again until you tire of me, until every piece of fruit you bite into only tastes of me." padmé's words come out in a moans eyes watering in desperate need for more even if she already has it all. her hand slowly reaching up as her petite fingers trace against his braids as she tangles it between her digits, reaching up until her hand his coming through his hair and she's letting out a loud moan.

she wonders if the servants are around and if they can all hear her and anakin, the sounds she's making past her lips and the way their skin smacks together, she wonders if they're judging her and if they know that she's finally found her weakness in the arms of this young jedi. but how could they blame her? looking into eyes so blue and kissing his sweet lips, any one would be insane not to fall...but it was all for her and nobody would take that from her. padmé sighs softly, she leans up to rest her forehead against his own lips just inches apart from hers. "I just ask for your love ani." she mumbles breathlessly. "I do not want anything more or anything less, for so long I thought I knew what I wanted in my life but then you showed up and I was more confused than I ever had been before in my life...I tried to deny it because I know it's wrong but I don't care anymore. if the jedi don't want us to be together then screw them." her words come out in a mumble, a breath leaving her lips as she leans in to kiss his lips deeply.

her stomach flutters as he continues to snap his hips, the bed underneath them creaking up on the impact of him fucking her with harshness even though it's heavy.her fingers tug a bit more harshly in his hair, pulling at it as her mouth parts open. "f-fuck." she whimpers. "r-right there ani..." she purrs, fingers trailing from his hair and down to his nape, fingers tracing against his skin almost gently despite the movements.

he doesn't stop and she can't resist, the way he's harshly fucking into her making her hiss. "d-don't stop." padmé breathes, eyes squeezing shut as back arches into him when he starts kissing her neck. she knows she should warn him to be careful, not to make a mark against her skin but she can't seem to get the words out, she's far too focused on the feeling and that's all she needs.

his next demand is an easy one to give into, she has no control over her body but she knows she's close. her lips parting as she tears up a little. "I'm so close ani, don't stop..." she breathes, begging and needy even when she doesn't have to be. "I am yours and I want you to take it all." her words feel inaudible as he fucks into her harshly, that turning feeling in her stomach and her muscles feeling tense as she hisses at the feeling of his tongue against her skin.

she wants to beg some more but before she can his fingers tangle into her hair again, tugging her closer to him as she kisses him back deeply, moaning against his lips as her tongue slides into his mouth and at that moment she starts to cum, the sound leaving her body is muffled yet loud enough it's vibrating as her hips start to jolt a little.

[fatedsith]

It appeals to something possessive in Anakin, almost animalistic, when she says her body belongs to him. “Yes it does,” he purrs softly, thrusting his hips to fuck her steadily. She’s beautiful beneath him, with pleading brown eyes that seemed to beg for his movements. And he wanted to give them, so he did, fucking her over and over, the tight pleasure of her cunt making him dizzy. “You’re so generous, Padmé…giving yourself to me. And I accept— your body is mine now.” She sounds wet even as he’s thrusting in and out of her, a soft moan escaping his full lips because it does something to him. “And since you belong to me now, I’m going to fuck your tight, pretty pussy until you’re tired,” he murmurs. “That’s why I had to taste…It just looked so pretty.” Anakin has never seen between a girl’s legs until now, not being allowed to indulge in activities like this and not wanting to until Padmé. He’s not surprised how attracted he is to her body, but he’s taken aback by how much he wants to taste; by how he wants to kiss and lick it again so much that he aches. She’s soaked for him, making it easy to slide inside of her, leaning forward to fuck her with hard strokes as his fingers dig into her hips.

She’s teasing him but she’s right– she could convince him to do whatever she want, if he’s honest. He would do anything for her and he’s certain of it. “It’s like I said– I’ll do anything you ask,” he murmurs, an intensity to his tone that he knows is trouble. This is against everything his master drilled into him, but Anakin is quick to let those ‘teachings’ slip from his mind, getting rid of them so he can devote every ounce of his energy to Padmé.

She’s telling him she needs him, biting at her lip, and she looks so beautiful it takes his breath away. Maybe his Masters were wrong. Maybe just loving her would make him a better Jedi– a better lover and protector. Or maybe he’s delusional and he’s okay with that too, because all Anakin cares about is how good it feels to be inside of her, filling her completely, his breath ragged.

He expects her to tell him to eat her out again, but instead she says she wants his mouth everywhere, on every inch of her body. He groans desperately, fucking her harder in response, making the frame of the bed hit the wall from the force of his thrusts. Leaning forward, their chests brushing, he slides his tongue against her neck. Covering her sensitive skin in his saliva, he latches full lips onto the spot, sucking gently as he slowly rolls his hips.

He’s still inside of her, sheathed completely, feeling how wet she is against his skin. “Cum for me, angel,” he coaxes quietly, breathing against her throat. He can tell she feels good with each gasp, watching how her face changes. “Cum for me and I’ll kiss every inch of your body next.” Pressing his tongue against the spot he was sucking on her neck, he swirls it against the forming mark, teasing her. 

Moving his hips again, he keeps fucking her, starting to feel another orgasm unraveling inside of him from the pleasure in his core. One of his hands is still tangled in her soft hair, tugging at it to guide her pretty face towards his so she’ll kiss him once more.

'not until we're ready' he says, and padmé smiles warmly at the thought of it. wondering what it would be like if they ever were ready for it, to show their love off to the world. how would people react? what kind of people would they be like by then, would he find a way to be a jedi and a husband? would she still be a senator?...how much stronger would their love had grown by then? it makes her heart flutter, lips curling into a dreamy smile. this was the first she wanted to look forward to, to achieve a life that normal couples thrived in but for now she would enjoy their relationship, their dirty little secret.

padmé hated the idea of him and other women, even if those other women didn't exist. she's never felt so selfish before, as if she just wants to keep anakin all to herself, hide him away from the desperate gazes of the world and keep him hidden away, just for her keeping. she bites down on her lower lip, a soft giggle leaving her lips. "just to be safe." she repeats with a soft voice. "perhaps you're right, I can never be too careful with you..." she says tracing her fingers against his bare skin, a soft breath falling from her lips as her gaze lingers on his body, the feeling of him on top of her making her body hot as she purrs softly. It thrills her that he begs for her like this, his need for her was intoxicating and she almost feels greedy for wanting more of it. "I know you will my love...you're so good for me." she breathes lowly, breath hitching in the back of her throat as she arches her back in need. "I know you will make me feel good because my body is yours, it belongs to you." she says with a shaky voice, biting down on her lower lip desperatel gazing up at him with desperate eyes.

a soft chuckle falls from her lips, letting go of her lips to press them together with a purr. "hmm, so you're saying I can convince you to do whatever I want." she says teasingly, her eyes flickering from his chest to his face just obsessed with hot perfect he was. he was a man now in every shape and form, his body and his perfect blue eyes. he's fucking perfect and it drives her crazy but not as much as the sweet words that leave his lips, saying that he loves her. a smile curls over her lips once again, her dark eyes flickering into his gaze. "I love you too ani, more than even I understand." she says softly. the moment is overwhelming, his cock inside of her but he's speaking words of poetry, her heart pounds against her chest as she bites down on her lower lip. "I need you so bad..." she whispers even though she already had every inch, it didn't feel like it was enough. she needs him, all of him, his heart his soul his body, his skin on hers and his breath mixing with his, she needs everything and she will never feel full until she has it all.

padmé lets a chuckle fall from her lips, dark eyes sparkling as a smile tugs at the corners of her lips. his confidence was otherworldly and she would wonder if it came with him being a jedi but she reccalls the time when they were young, still so sure of himself despite all he was going through. "all mine." she purrs, biting down on her lower lip.

her breath catches in the back of her throat at his words, the way he's pushing inside of her as she bites down on her lower lip. she can't help but chuckle as anakin tells her he likes being bad for her, knowing there is some truth to it considering he's breaking some rules just to be on top of her right now. "do you?" she purrs breathlessly, reaching up to cup his face as her fingers brush against his skin as she smirks. his next works make her blush a little, biting down on her lower lip shyly as she thinks about what she wants. "I want you to touch me...all of me, I want to feel your mouth against my skin and my body, I want you to lick every inch of me while filling me with your perfect cock until my body can't take it anymore." she purrs, her voice desperate as she rests back against the mattress

the way he fucks inside of her, it makes it hard to breathe because she's unable to handle her body, as if she's let go of all control and given it to him. he's so big, spreading her apart as a loud gasp falls past her lips. "anakin..." she gasps, biting down on her lower lip harshly. his hands pick her lower half off the bed, lifting her hips as he slams into her almost causing her to scream out in pleasure as her hands go underneath her, squeezing the sheets beneath her. "f-fuck." she says with a desperate whine. his fingers dig into her skin, causing her to hiss as she bites down on her lower lip. "d-don't stop.... don't stop." she gasps. "please ani..."