#smutshot

“s-slow down.. mmph!” he moans as you pause, only to roll and gyrate your hips, cock molding your gummy insides perfectly as his thickened tip hits deep into your cervix, dragging swelteringly hot strokes back n’ forth as the sensitive veins lining his dick thump thump!

“such a biiig stretch..” you toss him a look over your shoulder, eyelashes lowered and fluttering, and your cheeks flushed. “feels s’good ‘toru..”

he closes his eyes briefly, the coil in his stomach tightening as your sticky thighs and dripping cunt hover over him and raise yourself up and down, riding him into oblivion with a mischievous little smile.

you knew what you were doing.

his hands come to your hips, helping you to bounce faster, feeling your pussy clamp tight before spasming, a slutty little moan drifting out of your mouth as you cream all over his cock, drenching him in honeyed slick. “mmph.. cumming, cumming..!”

and as your cunt tightens and clenches hard around him, until every ridge and vein of his is contoured to your warm, plush walls, it’s all too much.

“baby..! get off! get off!”

satoru tries to warn you desperately of his furiously fast-approaching orgasm, his cock throbbing deep into you, as he tries to hold off and lift you off him, but you’re too far gone, coming down from your own climax with euphoria.

he screws his eyes shut tightly, trying to last but then you wriggle your hips, wedging him deeper, pussy squeezing like a vice and it’s over.

endless spurts of ribbons n’ ribbons of creamy white pulse into you as steadily, satoru’s grip on your hips pins you down on top of him while he fills you up, a milky white ring forming around his base as he sucks in gasping heaves of breath.

you shudder, your voice coming out in a whine. “s’toru are you.. cumming?”

his cock is still drooling stringy wads as his answer comes strained and breathless. “fuck.. m’sorry baby. i couldn’t.. pull out.”

TOJI FUSHIGURO

“please doll.. need you s’bad.” rough palms slide up your stomach to cup your breasts, toji’s veiny, thickened tip bumping your entrance as he leans over you, jagged scar on his lip coming to brush your cheek gruffly as he pleads with you.

“b-but we don’t have an.. ah.. condom!” you manage to breathe, your body betraying you as it squirms and tries to align itself with toji’s round, pulsing cock head, smearing the sloshing slick of your cunt back n’ forth with a hoarse grunt.

“i can pull out.. heh.” his already sweaty forehead is pressed to yours, head drooping downward as he sucks in feverish breath after feverish breath, hips slightly grinding against the plush softness of your tummy for relief.

your legs part slightly, revealing the beads of shimmery sheen dripping from between your thighs, your need palpable from the way your puffy clit twitches and throbs. “o-okay.. just please.”

he chuckles lowly at the sight, voice catching in a slight growl as he slots himself between, heavy jumping cock resting against you.

he splays a big hand across your stomach, just above your belly button, and you feel him start to push in, chubbed inch by inch. “gonna feel me all the way here..” he pushes down slightly on the growing bulge steadily sheathing itself deep inside you.

you moan out something caught between a whimper and a plead, and with one sharp thrust, he buries himself to the hilt, bludgeony tip prodding into your cervix and heavy balls smacking against your ass.

and he’s already moving, one hand coming to your throat, holding you down as he ravages you, shamelessly throwing his head back and grunting.

you had never felt him raw before, and your glassy eyes rolled back at how every delicious vein, curve, and ridge of his cock was plummeting inside you, shaping your insides to fit him perfectly.

“ohh.. so mm’ fucking tight..” he growls softly, slamming his hips roughly into you, grip bruising as he hits your cushy, sweet spot repeatedly, watching your face contort in drunken pleasure, lascivious drool pouring out of your slacken jaw. “feels even better without a.. hah.. piece of rubber in the way.”

thick digits wander down to your puffy bud, rubbing slow circles as you squirm, whining how close you are, before all of a sudden, you’re cumming hard, absolutely drenching toji’s muscular lower abdominals in your squirt, his nasty hips reeling back before suddenly pausing.

“did you jus’..” he shudders, hips twitching frantically as he begins to pull out, but he’s too slow as his sudden orgasm washes over him all at once, hot, sweltering gushes of seed that fill you to the very brim of your overstuffed cunt, so much pouring out in creamy sheens, it has your stomach bulging and sloshing with it all.

“toooji..” you whine, peering at how gooey wads of white dribble down your thighs messily, clearly not having pulled out.

and still cumming, he looks up at you sheepishly with glossy eyes.

"wan' be a pretty mama, doll? 'cause you just might be after this.."

KENTO NANAMI

nanami was a practical man, he worked hard at his office, he was sweet to you even during intimacy, his hands were always gentle and composed, and he definitely didn’t forget protection.

but that all went out the window the second you, his pretty wife came to visit him at his office, bringing along a special lunch you had cooked just for him, knowing how stressed and overworked your poor husband was.

and a few minutes later, with his sloppy hips pistoning in and out of you, and your tits pressed harshly against his desk with your cheek squished against his neatly stacked paperwork, it turned out he was hungry for something else..

“got all dolled up jus’ f’me?” he coos softly, slamming his reddened cock, blushing and beading pearly precum at the tip in n’ out roughly, your skirt and panties bunched up at your waist carelessly, visible to anyone who walks by kento’s office.

but he doesn’t seem to care, usually neatly trimmed blonde hair sticking to his forehead sweatily, plunging himself so deep into you, you swear you can feel him all the way in your throat, a dumb little fucked-out expression on your face as you cling onto the rattling desk for dear life, back arched so sluttily as his hands grasp tightly onto your hips, rolling you back n' forth onto his cock, you're surprised no one else hears the filthily wet noises echoing throughout the office.

“darling, i might have to pull out..” he sucks in gasping heaves of breath, brows knitting together almost painfully as he tries to hold off his oncoming orgasm, placing his hands on your hips gently to slide himself out of your gummy warmth, much to your dismay.

“w-wait, m’so closeee!” you whine, backing up steadily into him to suck in more of his fat cock. “just a lil’ longer, c’mon..”

and oh, who was nanami to say no to his darling wife?

with a winding tightness in his stomach, he fucks into you harder, hips slapping against you with every thrust, until you’re whining, messy tears spilling from your eyes as your scorching hot walls clamp so tight around him, he couldn’t pull out if he tried.

and then you’re cumming, your pussy drooling your saturated shimmery essence, and fluttering around nanami’s sensitive, twitching dick.

“honey.. ngh!”

and that’s all he can say, before he’s absolutely dumping loads n’ loads of sticky white seed into your clamping pussy, euphoria overtaking his senses as he drills his cock deeper, forcing you to take every last drop.

"fuck sweetheart!" he curses low as his hips snap ferally into yours, unable to stop the copious amounts of hot white cum he's endlessly spurting into you, your traitorous cunt milking him for all he's worth as you squeak in surprise.

"kentooo.." you watch his milky dredges drip! drip! drip! out of your messy, sloppy pussy, folds stickily glued together, as his hand comes almost reverently to push on the little bump in your stomach, watching in awe as all of his creamy ropes instantly gush out of you generously.

"sorry honey.." his voice is raspy, strained, but his eyes are heavy-lidded and filled with desire. "but this makes me think.. wan' have a baby?"

CHOSO KAMO

your plushy thighs sprawl apart under the frantically panting man above you, practically ripping your panties off as he nuzzles his cock between your thighs, humping softly with needy little tears pricking at his dark, fluttering lashes.

“i knooow i didn’t bring a condom..” he whines, thick leaky member pulsating steadily in between you, thickened mushroomy head ever so slightly bumping the entrance of your pussy as he pleads.

"buut i'll be good, swear! m'gonna.. hah.. pull out! please just let me.."

his dick nestles itself in between your sappy sticky folds, choso's hips rutting animalistically back n' forth between them, barely restraining himself from just plunging into your hot, gooey walls right then and there.

"s'okay cho.." you whisper, stroking through his messy black space buns and tugging slightly, causing a whine to leave his throat. "just fuck me."

instantly his hands are fumbling to wrap around your waist, as he sloowly pushes himself in, groaning at your tight clamping muscles of resistance as you squeeze around him tightly.

you had always used protection, so the feeling of him going in raw was completely unlike anything you'd ever felt before.

every throbbing vein, pulsing ridge, and his hot bulbous tip pressed directly into your cervix is magnified, making the room hot n' humid, choso's feverish forehead dropping onto yours with a pathetic little moan.

experimentally, he pulls out until only the tip is inside you before slamming himself back in harshly, the wet sound of skin on skin echoing as he quickly finds a pace, fucking you roughly, with your legs intertwined behind his back.

you moan softly as his hefty balls slap into your ass with every thrust, tits pressed against his sweaty bare chest only heightening your sensations until you're so close to cumming, you can taste it, your vision starting to blacken at the corners.

choso is close too, obviously not able to last very long with the feeling of your bare pussy wrapped around him like a vice, his grunts turning breathier and needier as he feels his stomach go taut.

and just as he's about to regretfully pull out of your warm, welcoming cunt, you squeal, legs tightening around his back and effectively trapping him as you gush all over his poor, sensitive cock, stringy drools of your slick running down all along your thighs messily.

"uungh..! baby! baby open your legs!" he tries to get out, but he's barely able to finish the last word before he's absolutely spurting heaps of buttery seed, unable to stop as he shudders, hips stuttering and bucking into you sloppily.

you have a cute little flushed look on your face as you come down from your high, staring at where you two are connected, and watching choso's hot, slithery ropes seep out of you steadily with a little giggle.

you shift, widening your legs as you press a kiss to his nose. "s'okay cho, i'm on the pill."

he lets out a shameless whimper, throwing his head back as his hips press further into you. "that's good 'cause m'still cumming.."

© 2025 CHOSOSCUTIE. please don't copy or translate any of my works. all rights reserved.

A sleepover at your best friend’s house was always fun, you loved when she asked you to stay the night and told you that it’s only her and her dad at home

You have been obsessed with her father, Kento Nanami for a while, you just love his gentleman personality and you get so horny around him it’s uncontrollable.

In the middle of the night you find yourself at Nanami’s bedroom door…

you can’t believe what your about to do. You just can’t. You walk in to the dimly lit room ,but you thankfully jerk yourself back to knock before entering

*knock *knock

You hear him respond quietly, you get chills down your spine

“…yes, come in”

you open the door, your nipples are hard and visible through your thin top, decorated with lace and a baby pink colour

You reach behind you and pull down your matching shorts quickly, you knew half of your ass was out.

You slowly creep inside

“u-um sir”

you look at Nanami, he has a confused expression that’s only toned down by his dark under eye circles and sunken face

“could you please turn the heat up…I feel very cold” you asked in your sweetest voice possible

he shot a quick glance to your breasts. He saw the way they were naturally perked up and your nipples poked through the skimpy fabric

His eyes trail down to your lower body, settling on your hips and thighs for a moment too long. He had definitely realized you came with no undergarments on

Nanami tried to calm down and control himself, this wasn’t a time to act like a teenage boy and get a hard on

“*cough* ahem..yeah sure no problem”

you could tell he was surprised to see you here like this, I mean it was pretty cold but you were there for something else, you hoped he had gotten the hint by now

he looked dreamy, but tired. everything about him was so attractive to you even when it shouldn’t be.

Nanami gets up from his desk chair and you feel your face getting flushed he was so handsome, you’ve never seen his buff body in casual comfortable clothes.

He heads out of the room and downstairs to check on the thermostat

you are feeling confident that you must have had some sort of effect on him, you take a seat on his bed, feeling your plush bottom sink into the mattress under the soft covers

He walks back in and lets you know that he increased the heat and it should be fine now.

“you need anything else?” He asks, rubbing his eyebrows and seeming annoyed

“. . .”

“It’s pretty late, you should get back to bed”

He doesn’t look towards you but his presence is quite intimidating

He’s standing towering over you. He was avoiding your alluring gaze… you might have been intentionally giving him bedroom eyes this whole day…

“so…uh if there is nothing else—“

you cut him off

“I-I just…wanted to—“

Then he cuts you off…but how does he cut you off?

by pushing you back where your sitting making you lay on your back and getting on top of you

You heart was beating at an alarming speed. Your body was getting squished underneath him

“Is this what you want hm?” he says while his hand is between your legs. You’re breath hitched as his finger enters your wet pussy.

He adds another thick finger inside, applying pressure as he moves his fingers in and out

“so wet for me?”

“yes ngggh”

You let out small moans and move your hips up as he continues.

“You’ve got no panties on sweetheart…now you’ve ruined your shorts”

He was right, they were drenched in the bottom area from how much your pussy was leaking. You are melting in his embrace

He circles his middle finger on you’re clit making you feel like you were flying. you were so close to cumming when he increased his speed but then all of a sudden he stopped adrubtly taking his fingers out, dripping with your pussy juice

Whispering in your ear

“But I wouldn’t exactly call these shorts, they weren’t covering anything”

He gently pulls them off gliding his big hands down your legs. He lifts you up by the waist keeping you under him and moving to the centre of his king sized bed.

You wanted him to continue playing with your clit, you were so close to release.

His hot breath lingered on your throat as you feel his lips sucking the skin. that was gonna leave a mark :3

He plops you down and you’re head hits the pillow. You look at him and he’s already taking off his clothes. Leaving only his white undershirt on. His arm muscles flexing with every movement

“please keep going” you say shamelessly

“you’re not the only one who likes to tease doll” his low laughing is followed by a third finger, quickly swallowed by your greedy cunt

soon after working his magic, you cum on his hand, feeling hungry and empty for more

Just then you saw something that made you realize you might be making a mistake…Nanami’s dick was so big, his boxers were having a hard time keeping it in

You could see a dark spot of precum in his boxers. He takes them off too allowing you to see the full length

“s-sir it’s …so big” your eyes widened and you chocked on your spit

As if what you said was expected, he slightly smirks and takes his huge hard cock in his hands and rims your hole with his glistening tip.

He hold your legs up, spreading them a bit more, making room for himself

“so you don’t want it baby?”

Oh no you do want it so with a desperate look on your face you say

“no, I want it”

He chuckles under his breath

“Hm that’s what I like to hear”

you gasped when he put just the tip in. He’s slowly and gently trying to get the rest of it into your pulsing cunt.

It sounds like your in pain the way your squirming, arching your head back and whimpering

Even tho he had previously loosened you up with 3 fingers, the length and thickness of his cock was at a whole other level

“Be a good girl…I know you can take it” he coos, concentrating on trying to get your pussy open from deep inside, enough to start moving

Once it’s all in you take deep breaths feeling so filled up, his thick cock is being pressed by your inner walls, driving him crazy

“see that’s it, how does it feel?” He says while letting go of one of your thighs and rubbing his hand across your stomach, his hand was so rough but gentle enough to feel heavenly

“feels…good” you say looking up at him, with doe eyes, wanting this moment to last

“would you like me to keep going sweetheart?”

“y-yes please” you really want this. You love the way there was no empty space in you, even deep inside

He leans in to whisper to you

“…what a naughty girl” he smiles hugging you close. you get a whiff of his natural scent and it sends you into orbit

you just want him to start fucking you already

He starts thrusting, and you wrap your arms around his neck trying to brace yourself for how his rock hard cock is forcing its way in and out

But you were amazed at how gentle he was, this feeling was unfamiliar to you of course and you reacted accordingly

Just after not even a minute, you legs lock up around him and by the spasms, he can tell you just came.

he takes his cock out, slick with strings of your cum. As of this moment, he wants to make love with you without getting you overwhelmed

Treating your precious pussy like the flower it is, he leans down and kisses your wet folds, making you put your hands on his soft blond hair, pulling his head more in. He’s squeezing your thighs with his big hands turning them red from his tight grip

He sucks on your clit, kissing it with passion.

His toungue was gliding up and down the area making you lose your mind, but his main focus was getting you to calm down. Allowing your pussy to completely relax so you could loosen up. He wants to prepare for the damage his cock will cause

In Nanami’s experience, it was a quite a lengthy process usually involving fingering, oral sex and very slow penetration due to the size of his monster cock

He is soooo good at eating you out…a little too good

“unnnngggh…sir i n-need to go to the bathroom”

Were you gonna cum or piss, you weren’t sure but Nanami backs away to your request and just as he’s about to react further…

You squirt on his face, a stream of fluid flowing with so much force from your pussy that it lands right on Kento Nanami’s face, missing his eyes since he closed them

“I’m so sorry I didn’t know what—“ oh shit, you think to yourself, what did you do ??

He silently just takes off his undershirt wiping his face and before you know it he grabs your knees spreading them apart aggressively and with no warning he rams his throbbing cock into the mess between your legs

“Oh you’re in for it now sweetheart” his facial expression is unreadable but his demeanour changed

You try to catch your breath as he continues thrusting real hard into you, you can see how his face relaxes more and starts looking refreshed. You on the other hand, fet like you were being broken in two

You were hugging him so tight that everytime you felt move his dick deeper and deeper, you couldn’t stop making noises, you dug your face deep into his neck, to muffle your moans

“don’t be shy doll…let your voice out, I don’t mind”

You tilt your head back, rolling your eyes back and curling your toes. You were about to climax once again

You cum quickly, this time Nanami doesn’t stop to comfort you, he just groans and and moves faster due to your clenching and tightening.

Your hole seems to be squeezing down on him too much, he lifts your leg up and lets your knee bend over his shoulder,

“s-stop it’s too much” you exclaim

You were scratching his back leaving red marks all over, but the way he was so keen on continuing made you feel so wanted

“Sweetheart, p-please let me keep going”

He had a pleading look on his face that really made you forget how your swollen cunt was being stretched out more than it should by his girthy cock. You were gonna be soooo loose after this

You just hug him tighter making your tits and hips rub against him with a lot of friction from each thrust

Both of your bodies were over heating and overworked from how hard Nanami was fucking you.

Your nipples were getting redder from rubbing against him, starting to even hurt from the sensitivity

Nanami was about to come inside but his second thoughts made him pull out and shoot his load onto your rising and falling stomach

The room echoed with his heavy breathes and your moans. You must have orgasmed again right with him and it seemed to have done a number on you

You couldn’t think clearly, the sex was so amazing your mind was so clouded you didn’t realize Nanami was talking to you while laying his head on your tits

He was telling you how missionary was the best position to fuck you in cuz he can’t get enough of that cute face of yours and the expressions you make each time he moves his dick in and out

he brings his hand close to one of your swollen nipples…and flicks it “n-not there” you squeak

“These have been wanting attention since you first came to me hm”

He pushes himself up feeling sticky as he realizes his cum on your tummy got on him too

His strong hands were on both sides of you making you feel small

He starts sucking on both of your nipples occasionally squeezing your fat tits

His mouth was doing most of the work. You felt so overstimulated, your cum was still spilling out of your hole onto the mattress and now the sensitivity of how Nanami’s toungue was swirling around such sensitive areas was making you reach your limits

You hadn’t forgot about how your squirted earlier that was quite embarrassing you might say but in Nanami’s opinion it turned him on so much he could not long be patient and gentle with you.

Nanami also kisses your soft pink lips, it sends you over the edge, you are tingling all over. He’s putting all his affection into this deep wet kiss, that seems to have you gasping for air once he backs up

“you are so sweet all over princess”

“Mmmmnnggh”

The kiss was long but now you were sleepy. a good fuck like that would make you sleep like a baby

Little did you know nanami was just gonna keep asking for more and more, his voice filled with affection hiding his lusftful intent. But you so glad you finally were able to have sex with him…you think to yourself, he will probably stop soon…right?

you couldn’t be more wrong

Fifteen years prior…

You lived on the streets in a dodgy part of Naboo. Visitors from other planets generally didn’t know about that area. Officials liked to hide the ugly parts of the otherwise beautiful planet of Naboo. Locals knew all about it, though. Not that they’d ever really acknowledge it. It was like an ugly secret nobody had the gall to explore.

However, living there came with a few perks. If nobody cared about you, they didn’t really care about the things that you did either. Most of your friends and ‘neighbours’ stole for a living. Families would send their kids out to crawl into tight spaces just for that purpose.

You did it too. You were just eight years old. Your parents were long gone. A regular sob story, really. You didn’t know any better. Besides, you had special abilities that your friends didn’t have. It made stealing a walk in the park for you. You were able to see into the future. However far you wanted. Only, you couldn’t see into your own future. A limitation that had irked you for some time. Not to mention that the future was entirely subjective in your mind. Where there’s a will, there’s a way. It was subject to change based on that fact.

You’d walked for quite some time, clad in a simple, faded, purple gown that you’d cleaned by the Solleu River last time you ventured into the capital. It was enough to blend in and go unnoticed. You figured hair ornaments weren’t necessary, as the general public only ever wore them on nice days. As you dragged your grimy shoes up a small alley that housed a bakery, you closed your eyes and allowed yourself to see a few seconds into the future. The baker was busy talking to a customer who was complaining, and the servers were out on the floor. It was the perfect opportunity to go steal some bread. You hadn’t eaten in a couple of days, so you definitely had no time to waste. Sneaking in was fairly hassle-free. Nobody noticed you. Just as you foresaw, everyone was busy. As quietly as possible, you grabbed a bag and stuffed it with whatever you could find. Rolls, cookies, sweets— you name it.

You thought you’d gotten away with it until you felt a strong presence behind you. A Jedi?! You’d never seen one before. Just read about them whenever you find some old newspapers lying around.

“Are you planning on paying for all those pastries, young one?” He bent down to your level and gave you a friendly smile. How had you not foreseen him? All you could do was stare at him like a deer in headlights. A young boy was behind him. Maybe a year or two older than yourself. The sudden presence of the Jedi had caught the attention of the owner. He was just about to come at you when the Jedi, ever so peacefully, raised his hand with a kind smile,

“I will foot the bill.” You stared at him in shock, knowing you’d stolen more than a few hundred galactic credits worth. The owner just huffed and shrugged, accepting the payment and kicking the three of you out.

Just as you were about to scurry away, the Jedi stopped you. He was gentle. Kind.

“Just a moment,” he smiled,

“I sense something within you. May I ask, have you ever heard of the order?” He spoke so calmly, you could’ve sworn this was some sort of honeypot trap.

“Who hasn’t?” Was all you said. Admittedly, a little bit sassy. You briefly locked eyes with the boy behind the Jedi, before looking back up.

“I expected as much… and would I be right to assume you somehow knew the owner and servers in the bakery would be preoccupied?” His friendliness was almost daunting in a way.

“Maybe…” You mumbled, averting your gaze to the cobblestone ground.

“A seer…” He spoke softly,

“You’re few and far between, you know?” You didn’t know what to respond to that, so you stayed quiet.

“I hope you don’t mind me asking… but where are your parents?” He looked around for a moment, prompting you to muster an answer,

“Gone.” He looked back at you with sweet and melty eyes. Surely, pitying a street rat like you. You felt your upper lip twitch slightly into a sideways grimace.

“We have space aboard our ship, if you’d like to come along. My name is Obi-Wan,” He held out his hand for you. The boy nodded behind him,

“Yeah! We’ve got plenty of space for you!” He seemed rather sweet, too. What did you have to lose anyway?

You took his hand and walked with them to their ship. After boarding, the boy came over and introduced himself to you.

“I’m Anakin. What’s your name?” He had a big, toothy smile. After saying your name with something of a meek tone, he moved closer,

“You’re going to love being a Jedi! Well, I’m not one yet… but soon I will be!” His enthusiasm was a bit much for you in the moment, so you just gave him a small smile and a brief nod.

“I’m sure we’ll be best friends in no time!” He exclaimed with a grin.

Eight years prior…

Five years had passed since Obi-Wan had brought you back to the Jedi Temple on Coruscant. Whereas Anakin trained under him, you were Audj Seedol’s padawan. You often saw him in passing and were quite close to him. You frequently ate lunch together and hung out whenever you weren’t training.

“Happy fifteen, by the way,” Anakin said as the two of you sat in his quarters.

“It was my birthday a week ago,” you scoffed lightly and threw a pillow at him, which he sensed early enough to dodge.

“Cut me some slack! I was on a mission with Obi-Wan. That’s not something I can control.” He had a goofy grin on his face as he said that. Infuriating. 

“Brag some more about your missions, why don’t you, ‘chosen one’?” You chuckled. He rolled his eyes and smiled,

“I bet I’ll beat you to the Jedi knight title, though. Exactly because I’m the chosen one.” He shrugged and stared up at the ceiling for a moment. You noticed the way he was starting to ruminate and sighed,

“You’re thinking about the future again, aren’t you?” You were referring to the future you’d seen one time after he’d pestered you about it. What you had seen was so confusing. It was unlike anything you’d ever seen before—just nothingness. You couldn’t conjure up a single thing. He’d been bothered by it since.

“Can you blame me? Clearly, it means something,” he huffed.

“I mean… you’re the chosen one. It could be something positive. Try not to think of it in such a negative light, Ani..” He looked at you and smiled softly,

“Thank you… for always being there for me…” You returned his smile and shook your head,

“No, it’s just what friends are for, right?” Something in the air changed after you said that. Neither of you wanted to comment on it. It had been lingering for a few weeks. Something unspoken. Forbidden. Something you knew neither of you was allowed to acknowledge. He ran a hand across his hair and looked to the side awkwardly.

“Erm… Anyway…” you cleared your throat,

“You’re leaving for Naboo in a few weeks, right?” Excellent save. He nodded with a slow blink,

“Obi-Wan keeps dragging me to different planets on small, miscellaneous missions, as if I can’t handle an actual battle. It’s infuriating, you know? He treats me like I’m a kid.” He fiddled with his lightsaber, inspecting the handle.

“Well, at least you’re not stuck in one place all the time, being forced to look into the future every other minute.” You shrugged and leaned back, continuing,

“Don’t be so upset with Obi-Wan. Just trust his judgement. Besides, you know what anger leads to~” He just rolled his eyes and mocked Master Yoda’s saying,

“Fear leads to anger, anger leads to hate, hate leads to suffering. Bla bla bla…”

“Come on, Ani, don’t be like that. Just be patient. Patience is a virtue,’ you pushed. There was a small but comfortable silence before he spoke up again,

“Look… I know I shouldn’t be saying this… but I um… I want to be honest with you.” You could already tell where this was going, so you got up and shook your head,

“No.. don’t say it… don’t even think about it…” You couldn’t help but notice how he looked like a kicked puppy as you moved away from him.

“Would you just please listen to me? I know we aren’t supposed to act on whatever this is, but at least tell me… tell me you feel something?” His eyes… You couldn’t tell him. It was strictly against the code and could have got you kicked to the curb.

“I can’t even believe you’re even entertaining that thought, Ani! You know what attachment leads to!” You shook your head once more and made a break for the door, but not before Anakin stopped you. He had you backed up against the door, with one hand beside your head, and the other making sure the door wasn’t going to budge.

“But… what if…” he breathed with desperation whilst his eyes were locked on the floor,

“What if I’m already attached?” He looked up at you with another heavy breath. Your heart felt like it was pumping out blood faster than your body could handle. It wasn’t like you didn’t feel the same way about him. If you could, you would run away with him and never look back…

But this was real life. Not a fantasy. You couldn’t just do whatever you wanted. You had no other prospects for a better life besides the one you had currently. It was a damning thing, relying on the very thing that could destroy you.

“You’re being reckless…” Is all you said. You couldn’t even meet his eyes, the way they were slightly glossed over, hoping that you’d change your mind.

“Reckless?” He scoffed,

“Isn’t it more reckless if we don’t address it? Aren’t we already both attached to each other? What harm would it do if we just embrace it?” His hand, previously beside your head, found its way to your face, gently caressing it,

“Please… love… you’re torturing me. Every day that I spend in your company whilst we’re dancing around our feelings is pure masochism on my part.” You could see it in his eyes. It wasn’t just some flowery language he was using to sway you. He truly did feel like Sisyphus himself. Doing the same thing every day, trying to win your affections but ultimately failing to do so.

“Anakin…” you sighed, trying your best to stay grounded. Both of you were still only in your teens. It would be detrimental to ruin your future so early on.

“Come on… don’t… don’t do that…” he knitted his brows.

“Don’t do what?”

“Don’t say my name like you’ve given up on me.” His jaw tensed, and a second hand moved to cup your face.

“We could run—”

“No. You know we can’t. Where would we even go?” Your throat was starting to close up, just thinking about that impossible future,

“I don’t know, alright? We can figure it out. We can go wherever we want, and we’ll be okay as long as—” he spewed, before you shut him down,

“As long as we’re together? Anakin, that’s just not realistic! You might’ve been a slave on Tatooine, but at least you had a home! I had nothing! Do you not understand that? When you and Obi-Wan found me, I had nothing to lose. Do you know what that means? It means I had no home to return to anyway! No family to support me!” Tears pooled in your eyes now, but he removed them with his thumb as they came.

“I get… I understand… but listen to me… I have enough credits for both of us. We can find other jobs—”

“I’m not leaving the order that saved my life, Anakin… I’m sorry…” You sniffled and averted your gaze. Why was he so persistent? He was practically bulldozing the walls you’d put up.

“You’re afraid. That’s what the issue is here. You’re afraid that it’ll lead us down the path of darkness, aren’t you?” He scoffed,

“See it. See the future and tell me what you see.” What? Maybe he’d truly lost his mind now.

“No. What if I see something horrible?”

“You’re scared that I’m right. That’s all,” he shook his head with a dry laugh,

“Fine. If you really feel so opposed to it, I’ll back off. I’ll stay away from you. But… if there’s any part of you. Any at all… that feels something for me— tell me so. Now.” He was pushing you, egging you on. Clearly, he knew exactly what you felt for him. Otherwise, he would’ve backed down a long time ago. You felt yourself spiralling. What if denial was going to be your undoing? What if dormancy was the silent culprit as to why you couldn’t see into his future? “Okay.” You caved. He looked at you in disbelief. As if he’d expected more resistance from you,

“Okay?”

“Okay.” You nodded before embracing you with a tight hold. He held you for a few moments, whispering small affirmations, trying to assure you that nothing would go wrong.

Four years prior…

You were lying in bed, anxious and excited at the same time. It was a confusing mix of emotions. You’d promised to marry Anakin just a year ago, and the day had finally arrived. It was going to be a small ceremony. Just the two of you, R2, and C3-PO. Since the two of you couldn’t make your relationship known, you opted to trade droids. He’d receive R2, and you’d receive C3-PO. Fair. Your wardrobe was somewhat limited, but you found a gown that was nice enough for the occasion. Whilst accompanying Audj to Naboo one time, you’d brought your dress to a shop to alter it. She never suspected a thing. White was a common choice for garments. Why would it be for a wedding? You were a Jedi after all…

You looked over at your mirror in the corner by the settee, which had the dress draped over it. It was really happening. Going from dodgy streets of Naboo, to being a padawan in the Jedi Order— never had you thought you’d ever get married. Much less to someone who was known as “The Chosen One”. 

It had already been four years since the two of you had agreed to see each other in secret. He’d been head over heels from day one. Not one day went by without him at least catching a glimpse of your face. He insisted. Even if he was miles away, caught up in a dangerous mission. You didn’t know when or how it happened, but slowly you felt almost co-dependent.

You ruminated for a few more minutes, envisioning the future and what it’d bring, before finally getting some sleep.

The following morning, you woke up early, did some light makeup, and got into your dress. With a glance in the mirror and a little twirl, you were set and ready. The two of you had planned it out thoroughly. Take an early ship to Naboo, and get married out in a peaceful marsh. Perfect.

Anakin met you by the ship in the Hangar. It was early enough that not many people were around. Your outfits were inconspicuous enough to pass for everyday wear either way, which cleared any worries.

“You look beautiful, my love…” He brought your hand to his lips, letting it linger to breathe in your scent.

“Thank you…” You muttered somewhat meekly. For some reason, it felt heavier than usual. Likely wedding jitters. He helped you aboard, buckling you in next to him, as he readied the cockpit before taking off.

“You spoke to Audj?” He asked whilst steering, giving you a quick side glance.

“Yeah… ‘told her I needed something on Naboo…” you looked out the window. A part of you was worried the council suspected something, but another part of you was desperately in love with the man sitting next to you. Wouldn’t anyone break the rules in the pursuit of love?

“What did you tell Obi-Wan..?” You asked him, needing to be reassured your cover was fool-proof and believable.

“I told him you needed a pilot to get to Naboo. Don’t stress about it, darling, okay? Everything is covered. You worry too much.” He smiled reassuringly. You swallowed thickly before taking a deep breath. Yeah, of course. Nothing to worry about. Everything is okay. You’re okay.

Anakin landed the ship directly in the Marsh as planned, instead of a hangar. Just in case. He was pretty well-known around the galaxy. The Chosen One. He guided you off the ship and took both of your hands in his.

“Are you ready, love?” It was a loaded question, really. It wasn’t just whether or not you were ready to spend the rest of your life with him. It was more so whether you were ready to put your life on the line for him and vice versa. Even so, you nodded and smiled at him,

“I’m ready.”

So there you stood in front of him. A veil over your head and eyes filled with hopes and dreams.

“I still remember the day you and Obi-Wan came and saved me. How kind you were. I remember the games we used to play with the droids. I always cried when I didn’t get my way,” you grinned,

“I don’t know when I started falling, but I’m glad I did. You’re the only one who makes me feel like someone. Like a real person. I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you. You’ve been caring, loving, and just… amazing. I know you’ll probably take it to unimaginable levels after this,” you chuckled before finishing off,

“I love you, Ani.” Even with all the hefty emotions present, you didn’t cry. Neither did he. It was as if you’d been married for millennia already.

“I didn’t think I’d ever meet someone like you, you know?” He lubricated his lips with his tongue and took a deep breath before continuing,

“You say that I saved you, but really, it’s you who saved me. I can’t even begin to imagine a reality in which you don’t exist. You’ve made light of my life, love… and the funny thing is— I remember exactly when I fell in love with you.” He smiled, clenching your hands slightly,

“It’s because it was the moment I first laid eyes on you.” He moved his hands to cup your face,

“I know it sounds like a cliché, but it’s true. That day, Obi-Wan had taken me to Naboo to run some errands, and I felt hungry. We went into that bakery, and I was the one who spotted you. It was cute. How you desperately tried to fit all those pastries in your bag,” he chuckled,

“You’ve no idea the effect you had on me back then and the effect you have on me now. I don’t just love you. I need you. I can’t be without you. So… I promise you, I’ll always be by your side. I will never stray, and if we happen to get lost along the way? I’ll always find you, my love.” With that, he pulled you in and kissed you gently. It was soft and reassuring. A subtle promise of forever.

Three years prior

Things had not just been rough since the wedding. They’d gone downhill. Severely. He’d lost his mother on Tatooine. Watched her die, before slaughtering an entire village in revenge. You had comforted him as best you could. As any wife would, but the more time passed, the more obsessive he became. He was constantly trying to prove his worth and striving to climb through the ranks. He was even an unofficial council member. The first his age. It was starting to get out of hand when you’d gotten promoted to Jedi Master before him. He was happy for you, of course. He loved you. Yet… he seemed jealous in a way. He wanted the title more than anything. The fact that you were younger than him just added salt to the wound.

“Ani… you’ll be careful, right?” You kissed him as he grabbed his cloak, ready to head off to the temple. He had an important mission and would be gone for a while.

“Of course… You know me, my love…” He smiled softly and held your face for a few moments.

“You’ll contact me as much as you can, right?”

“I’ll contact you as much as I can.” He gave you a quick kiss on the forehead before shutting the door behind him. You felt uneasy. Like something was upsetting the force, but you decided not to think anything of it.

Whilst he was gone, though, you did your duties, now as a Jedi Master. With the rising political issues, you had to work with the council nearly every single day. It was exhausting. They used your visions of the future to plan certain strategies.

One morning, however, you foresaw something horrifying. A world in which almost all Jedi were wiped out. A world with just darkness. A totalitarian regime, ruling over the entire galaxy with no means of escape.

That prediction caused a stir in the council. Masters were sent to different planets in pursuit of a plan, all the while you were stuck with those visions. They haunted your dreams at night and would even cause migraines during the day. Because of it, the council gave you a break, sending you home indefinitely.

When Anakin came home, it was clear that he’d heard the news. His concern for you, however, was greater than it was for the galaxy itself.

“Do you need anything?” It was about the eighth time he’d asked that day.

“I’m fine, Ani.. really, I’m okay…” You sipped some water as the two of you were sitting in the kitchen. He had a look on his face you couldn’t quite describe. It was between worry and anger. You figured it was best not to ask, since he’d likely deny it anyway.

“I actually have some business to tend to at the temple, my love. Are you going to be okay alone for a little while?” He caressed your hand softly. You nodded and smiled curtly,

“I’ll be fine. Go on…”

But as days passed, your migraines got worse, and so did Anakin’s attitude. He had become a mix of obsessive and aggressive. Sometimes, even going as far as blaming your condition on the council. He meant that they pushed you beyond your limits, but in reality… for whatever reason, your migraines were only amplified whenever he was around.

“You’re getting worse… the healers don’t know what’s wrong with you…” He muttered, caressing your head, as you were fast asleep in bed.

“I’ll make it all go away. I promise you…” He whispered, before giving you a gentle kiss on the forehead and getting up.

You didn’t see him until the following evening. Before that, however, you’d heard of the things that had happened back at the temple. How many Jedi had fallen already? When he came home, you embraced him with desperation, checking for any injuries.

“I was so worried about you! I heard what happened back at the temple! I… by force… If you…” You stopped yourself, feeling your throat tighten and eyes pooling with tears.

“Don’t worry, my love. I’m okay. It’s the council. The Jedi. They’ve gone rogue. I still have to help keep things from escalating any further. Stay here, okay? I’ll be back for you.” He kissed you, but this time… it felt different. It felt forced and pushy. You looked at him with panic and concern,

“Will you be alright? Shouldn’t I come with you?” He just shook his head and got into his cruiser, taking off right after.

It was only a few moments later that Obi-Wan came to your home. He had a grave expression on his face, and his voice was even slightly shaky. You’d never seen him like that before.

“Obi-Wan..? I heard about what happened at the Temple. Is it true? Have the Jedi really gone rogue?” You urged him to answer as he took a seat on your couch.

“Listen…” he sighed,

“I know about you and Anakin. I didn’t say anything, nor did I report it. I decided to trust the two of you… but never did I think it would lead to this…”

“I’m not sure I follow…” You looked at him with slight confusion.

“Whatever Anakin has told you is wrong. It’s the chancellor. He’s a Sith lord…” He spoke with pain present in his voice,

“I’m sorry… I’m so sorry…” You had a feeling about what he was going to say next.

“No…” You shook your head, “No, not… not my Anakin. He wouldn’t…” It just felt so unbelievable. Obi-Wan nodded and sighed,

“Listen to me, please… he’s not the Anakin you once knew anymore. He’s fallen to the dark side. He’s… he’s killed younglings. Do you understand that?” You couldn’t help crying. You’d foreseen these events. You’d seen the temple left to rot. But never did you expect Anakin to have any part in its destruction.

“It can’t be…” You croaked, but Obi-Wan nodded,

“It is… I really am sorry…”

After he left, you got into a cruiser and took off. He’d told you that Anakin was likely on Mustafar now, so you sped off as fast as you could. Your head was filled with memories of simpler times. Like when the two of you got married, or when you first met.

When you landed, Anakin had spotted your ship and ran to you, pulling you into a hug.

“My dear..” He mumbled into your hair, taking a deep breath. You pulled away and looked up at him,

“... Anakin…” You spoke with a voice that’d been strained from crying.

“Why are you here? You should be resting back home…” He caressed the side of your face, and for a few moments, you felt at peace… but you eventually had to pull yourself away from his touch,

“Obi-Wan came to me… he told me what had happened…” tears pooled in your eyes again,

“He said all these things… that-that you’ve killed younglings…” You swallowed a particularly hard lump before looking at his face. It didn’t seem to carry any remorse.

“Please… Ani… tell me he’s wrong…” You sniffled, holding onto his hands. He averted his gaze for a moment before looking back into your eyes,

“I did what had to be done, my love… you’ll come to understand.” You froze at his response. You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. You didn’t want to. It just couldn’t be.

“Obi-Wan was right…” You struggled to speak. Your hands were shaky, and you started backing away from him,

“You’ve changed. I don’t know you anymore…” He huffed at your reaction and came closer,

“No, no… listen to me, love… I have the power to give you the future you always wanted. A future where you and I can rule. I can overthrow the chancellor soon enough. I just need to—”

“No!” You interjected,

“Don’t you hear yourself?! How deranged you sound! Please… Anakin… It’s not too late.” You wiped your tears, sniffling,

“Come home… we can run away. I know some remote places on Naboo. Nobody would ever even find us… please…” You pleaded with him, but a part of you knew that it was a futile effort.

“Darling love… Don't you see it? We don’t have to run away. We have everything at our fingertips. You and I… we’ve got everything we could ever want. Come with me, and we will rule the galaxy together. Isn’t that what you want?” He smiled, but it felt so wrong. So dark. So evil. 

“I just want you!” You sobbed,

“Whatever this is… what you’re doing… what you’ve done… what you’re planning to do— I can’t be a part of it. I can’t do it! I’m sorry, Anakin…” you backed away from him again, noticing his increasing frustration,

“Obi-Wan wants to help us, Anakin…” you spoke as steadily as possible, but it was as if he was downright allergic to the sound of Obi-Wan’s name.

“Obi-Wan… so you’re conspiring against me?” He looked dead straight into your eyes, a flash of yellow appearing.

“No, that’s not what I meant—”

“Yes, it is! My own wife is against me!” He yelled and shook his head,

“All of this… I’ve done it for you. All for your sake!” You stared at him in fear, but it wasn’t long before Obi-Wan’s ship landed next to your cruiser. That truly set Anakin off,

“I knew it…” he scoffed,

“You’re with him!” He yelled at you again, making you flinch.

“What? No! I didn’t know— Ani, I-I love you!” You sobbed, but your words were met with a face that could only be described as disgusted,

“LIAR!” He yelled, grabbing your throat with his powers, using the force to choke you. You panicked and flailed around. As Obi-Wan approached, he flung you to the side, where you passed out.

When you eventually came to, you were lying in a comfortable bed. Obi-Wan had sensed that you’d woken up and come in. He recounted what had gone down after you blacked out. How he and Anakin came to fight, and how he spared Anakin and managed to take you away before Anakin could do anything. Yet… despite all the evil that he’d done, you couldn’t help but ask,

“So… he’s okay?” Obi-Wan obviously knew of your attachment to him,

“I only tired him out enough to get you away from him…” You knew feeling relieved was wrong. So incredibly wrong… but you really were relieved to know he was safe.

“... What now..?” You looked at Obi-Wan. He just sighed and looked down at his still-shaking hands,

“I don’t know. I suppose we will need to fight back somehow.” You nodded your head at that. Not for the galaxy in particular… but because you wanted to save Anakin.

Present day

For the past three years, you’d co-led the rebellion. You’d helped with your foresight, which your friends used for plotting and strategising. That was until the empire started cracking down on the rebellion. Every week, they’d stormed one of your bases, and eventually, the one you were located at.

Being brought before Anakin… no, Darth Vader… felt surreal. It was him, but not actually. The last time you looked into his eyes, they’d been filled with such hatred. You couldn’t bring yourself to look into them again, even as he took off his helmet. It was rare for him to do so. He wore it for privacy and mystique, only ever taking it off when he was alone.

“My darling wife…” he spoke… softly? You knew you couldn’t fall for it. You stayed still and kept your head down. That gesture earned you a scoff from him. He stepped closer and bent down to your level before lifting your chin with the force.

“You’re as beautiful as I remember you, my love…” He was being gentle with you for some reason. You couldn’t understand it. Your eyes finally met his. They hadn’t changed much since that day, but they were colder. His face was relatively the same, too. He hadn’t changed at all. Still… that didn’t mean he was your Anakin anymore. 

“I must say… I’m actually quite impressed with your little rebellion. I didn’t think you’d go to such lengths to defy me…” He chuckled softly,

“What really shocks me, however, is how you chose to sacrifice yourself for your little group of misfits. You couldn’t do that for me back on Mustafar those years ago?” He tilted his head slightly.

“You weren’t the man I loved anymore.” You mumbled. He just smiled and grabbed your face with his hand,

“So she speaks…” He helped you to your feet before pushing a chair behind you so that you could sit comfortably.

“Where’s Obi-Wan?” He asked, taking a seat on his desk, right in front of you.

“I don’t know,” you answered with a small shrug, letting your eyes drift away from his sharp gaze. He sighed and cleared his throat,

“I don’t think you understand, dear… if you don’t tell me where he is—”

“What? You’ll kill me?” You cut him off. Clearly, it riled him up. The next thing he did was restrain you with the force, lifting you and bringing you into the adjacent room. His room, or so it seemed. There was a king-sized bed with minimal decor.

“I would never hurt you, my love…” he brought you close to him. You couldn’t move, despite your greatest efforts. He placed a soft kiss on your forehead before laying you on the bed.

“Rest for now… but just know this: Starting tomorrow… every day you don’t tell me where that man is… is a day that I will kill an innocent citizen.” Before you could say anything, he left and locked the door behind him. There were no windows. Just a light switch so that you didn’t have to sit in the darkness.

A few hours passed before the door was opened, and a droid came in with a trolley of food. It was a whole feast. Some of the food was something you’d never even heard of or seen before. Something that almost seemed forbidden for someone like you to consume.

“Lord Vader demanded you be served only the best the galaxy has to offer, my Lady.” The droid bowed in respect before leaving and locking the door. What the hell? You got up from bed and pulled the trolley closer, so that you could sit comfortably whilst eating. Why was Ana- Vader being so kind to you? Why was he not starving you and keeping you in a cell with the rest of the rebels he’d managed to capture alive? Could it truly be that he still cared about you? In a traditional and not obsessive and possessive sense? Probably not. He was a Sith Lord. He’d abandoned that life, with the money and the power he chose over running away to Naboo with you. These luxuries he was presenting you with were without a doubt fueled by selfish desires, and you weren’t going to give in to them.

The following morning, you were rudely woken up by the door slamming open, and Vader walking in with his heavy armour and helmet on. You stayed still and stared at him as he stopped a few feet away from you,

“Did you sleep well?” He asked, his helmet muffling some of it. You averted your gaze before giving him a quiet nod,

“Why do you ask?”

“You used to have trouble falling asleep. Always had to have me help you…” He spoke softly. He made sure the door was locked before taking off his helmet and facing you fully,

“If you’re still troubled by it, I wouldn’t mind helping you.” You let out a small scoff at his words. He must’ve either had a horrible sense of humour, or he was utterly thick.

“Why would I want to sleep in the same bed as you?” You pulled at the sheets a bit, covering your chin.

“Oh, I think you misunderstood me, dear. I will be sleeping in that bed next to you. That’s not up for discussion. Whether you’d like my assistance regarding your sleep is optional, though.” Of course…  You should’ve seen it coming. He was acting for his own personal gain.

“I don’t need your help,” you scoffed. He merely chuckled at that and shook his head,

“If you insist.” He came closer, nearly breathing on your face now.

“Tell me… my dear wife… where is Obi-Wan?” He tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear before cupping your face.

“As if I’d tell you,” you huffed and slapped his hand away. He didn’t seem frustrated or upset. He simply clenched his jaw and sighed with a small grin.

“You don’t remember what I told you last night?” Of course you did. He’d practically put innocent people’s fates in your hands.

“I do… but I also know you wouldn’t just kill any random citizen. If you start doing that, more and more people will start joining the rebellion to fight against an order that sacrifices its own people in the pursuit of unadulterated, dark power. So… I believe this is checkmate.” You shrugged and looked at his face. He was fuming, but clearly reigning it in. He knew he had to be delicate with you, lest you actually do something irrational.

“You’ve got moxie. More so than I remember back in the order,” He scoffed, pausing to think things over before continuing,

“Fine then… but you’re still staying here. I’ve no doubt Obi-Wan will try to come save you…” He shrugged and smirked as if he’d won. He left before you could think of anything to shoot back at him. Lucky for you, he had another thing coming. You knew Obi-Wan wouldn’t rescue you anytime soon… or ever, for that matter.

After an entire day of servants bringing you deliciously undeserved food and going stir crazy, Vader came in. Not clad in his usual attire, however. By the looks of it, he’d changed right before entering. Likely to avoid being seen by anyone. Him and his helmet…

“Evening, my love…” You recoiled as he approached the bed, to which he scoffed and sighed,

“You still find me repulsive? Even after the luxuries I have offered you?” Luxuries? It was honestly laughable. Here he was, trying to win you back with riches, when he was the reason the entire galaxy went into a state of oppression.

“I’d define luxury as being free,” you shot back at him with a glare. He did not appreciate that. With a huff and a mix between a crazed and a desperate look in his eyes, he grabbed you by the back of the neck. His breaths came in heavy, and you could feel yourself tense at it.

“Why can’t you see this for what it is? You are free, love. You are free to rule alongside me. By the force, I’m even willing to forgive your crimes against my rule. All you need to do is give me Obi-Wan. I’m not asking for that much, sweetheart. Must you torment me this way?” His voice was shaky and rushed. As if he was battling with himself on the inside. His face displayed a vague sense of anger, whilst the rest of his body seemed anxious.

You didn’t know what to say to that. It was like being back on Mustafar those years ago. The exact moment he choked you after you’d confronted him. It was suffocating and left an aching pain in your heart. In a way, you longed to be with him again. As twisted as it was— a part of you recognised the dedication and devotion he’d displayed then and now. The other part wanted to bury the thought of it.

“Don’t act like all of this isn’t for your benefit instead of mine, Vader.” You wiggled yourself free from his grip and got out of bed to move further away from him.

You could see the hurt in his eyes. The blind desperation was clearly clouded by the dark side. The manipulation Palpatine had planted deep in his heart.

“... You really don’t understand any of this, do you?” He spoke with a dejected tone,

“Ever since you began having trouble sleeping… ever since you had those painful visions… I have tried everything to help you. I would’ve never wanted any of this if I knew it would push you away from me. I didn’t stop looking for you. Not because of your little rebellion. I never cared about any of that, love. I just…” He hesitated, clearly finding it hard to continue,

“I just wanted you to come back to me.” Again, you were left speechless. You thought back to when times were simpler. Back when you harboured nothing but love for him, and him you. Was there a future in which you could be happy with him again? Was it lost forever? You were too scared to find out for yourself.

“You know what you’ve done…” You spoke softly, letting out a small breath.

“I know, love, I do… I know I’ve done irreversible damage… but you can’t stand there and tell me I did it out of my own selfish desires,” he pleaded,

“Obi-Wan—” he was about to continue, before you cut him off—

“—Is dead.” 

He stared at you in utter shock. He hadn’t expected that. Not in the slightest. Palpatine had led him to believe Obi-Wan was keeping you hostage. That he’d been the one to orchestrate all the attacks against the Empire. Never would he have thought differently. That it was actually you all along. Of course, he knew you were a part of it. He just thought of it as forced brainwashing. He couldn’t wrap his head around the fact that you had been the mastermind behind the resistance against him.

A part of him, however, also felt the loss of Obi-Wan. A dull ache in the pits of his stomach began pulsing. He felt sick to his stomach. He knew he should feel relieved that nothing was standing between the two of you now… but at the same time— Obi-Wan had raised him…

“You don’t mean that, do you?” He swallowed thickly, feeling his throat tighten with something that resembled grief.

It was like seeing the old him again. The one who cared about those around him. Your Anakin. The one who saved you back on Naboo, when all you had to your name was stale bread. Maybe a penny or two if you were lucky.

Your Anakin Skywalker. Not some heartless Sith Lord. Not some man in a menacing helmet, hunting down Jedi like it was his life’s purpose.

The man you married and swore your life to. Anakin Skywalker.

“He’s gone. Two years ago. A team of your troopers ambushed a local bar on Tatooine. He was there, trying to protect innocent people from slaughter. You brought this upon yourself… You know that, right..?” Your eyes met his doughy, humid ones. You could tell how hard he was trying his best to keep his emotions in check.

“I know…” He muttered. His voice, unlike before– meek and defeated.

You saw this as your chance. You knew the man you once loved was in there somewhere, and slowly coming forward. You seized the opportunity to pull him into a hug right then and there. Your arms were wrapped gently around his neck, and he didn’t seem to mind. He even melted into it. It was like riding a bike. His body remembered how it used to feel against your plush self. The way your chest softly rose and fell with your breathing. Force, you even had the same smell of Vanilla and coconut. His beautiful, sweet, loving wife. He buried his face in your hair, letting out a shaky breath he’d been holding way too long.

“I don’t know how to atone for what I’ve done…” He pulled away with teary eyes, trembling like a lost child.

“Ani…” you spoke softly. The nickname earned you his immediate attention. He’d missed it. Missed hearing it spill from your lips specifically.

“We should take down Palpatine…” You grabbed his hands in yours,

“We can be free that way, Ani… I promise…” You tilted your head to get a better look at his. His cheeks were flushed from holding all the tears in.

“I can’t do that… I’m not strong enough, love… I’m just—” you put your finger to his mouth whilst shaking your head,

“You’re the chosen one, are you not?” It took a few moments before he nodded. His eyes had dried up by now, looking into yours with longing.

You got back in bed, bringing him with you. He pulled the covers over the two of you and leaned in slowly,

“Can I?” his eyes darted from your eyes to your lips and back up again. That was probably the fastest your smile had ever reached your eyes. The moment you nodded, he was on you.

His hands clutched your face. Less cupping and more gripping. As if you were his only lifeline. Which, in a way, you were.

You swiftly wrapped your arms around his neck, making him groan in anticipation. He muttered a small curse before slowly guiding you to lie down. Lubricating his tongue with his lips, he began nipping at your neck. Your back arched against him as he found your pulse point. Fuck. When you let out a soft whine, he nearly lost it. Before you had the chance to realise what was happening, he was already working on your shirt. You helped him along, unbuttoning it and unclasping your balconette. He wanted to devour you. His tongue trekked down your neck, your breasts— reaching your perky nipples. As he suckled on one, he alternated between pinching the other and rubbing it with his thumb. The sounds that came out of you were heavenly. He could get off on this alone.

He eventually relented with a soft pop! His eyes gazed up at yours, needy and desperate. Like he used to be.

“My love… I want you to tell me when to stop. Don’t worry about me, okay?” His hands slid down to your waist, kneading your skin like dough. Warmth pooled between your legs, but shutting them was futile. He pushed them apart ever so gently,

“Is this okay?” You nodded and swallowed thickly,

“Yes.”

He immediately got to work. In one swift move, your skirt was on the floor. Not your panties yet, though. No, he still wanted to take his sweet time with you. His precious wife. Finally, all his. 

One hand caressed your thigh, whilst the other went to explore your boiling core. You were soaked through to the point it made a squelching sound when he slightly dipped his fingers into the fabric.

“Shiiiiit, sweet girl… you’re soaked,” he let out a soft chuckle. Your face turned a light tint of pink, trying to close your legs again.

“Ah-ah, only time you’re closing these…” He went to caress them as he opened them,

“... is when I’m head first in her, hm?” He sloooowly tugged at your panties, watching the slick connect in a thin string. This was his dinner for tonight. He was smiling like a kid in a candy shop.

You’d done this so many times before, so why did it feel like the first?

Just then, he inserted a finger. You clenched in surprise, which earned a small grunt from him. He had a smug look on his face, clearly enjoying this more than he should. With a small curl, you squirmed, and that only worked to rush more blood south for him.

“You’re not relaxing, my love… relax…” His voice mellowed into a whisper, placing small kisses along the far of your inner thighs. With another hand, he squeezed gently and caressed your thigh.

Gently, he moved his finger again, before adding another. The feeling had your toes clenching. If this was all it took, you knew taking him would prove a significant challenge.

He started scissoring his fingers, curling them every so often for a change of pace. It all served to push you closer to the edge. Your whines and your whimpers were those of an angel to him. He relished the sight of you. The way your back was lightly arched, and the way your eyes lolled back. Fuck he couldn’t take it much longer.

So he added a thumb into the mix, playing ever so carefully with your clit. Just to test the waters. As

expected, you squealed like some small animal. You could feel the high slowly but surely approaching.

“Ani,” you mewled. He pressed another kiss to your inner thigh,

“Shhhhh, sweet, it’s okay. Let go for me.”

With only a little space left, he replaced his thumb with his tongue, suckling at your clit like some insatiable thirst had possessed him. That was all it took.

With shaking legs and curled up toes, you finally came undone. As you did, he only maximised it, rapidly flicking your clit. The bedsheets ended up completely soaked. You’d never done anything like it before. Embarrassment filled you, with heat rising to your cheeks,

“I’m so sorry…”

He just let out a soft chuckle and came up to kiss you, with a little bit of your essence still left on his lips. He let you taste yourself on his tongue.

It wasn’t long before he stripped down, with his tip teasing your folds. Slow motions. Up and down.

“Shiiiiit—  feel that?” he scoffed and bit his lower lip,

“That’s what you do to me, sweet girl. I’ve waited too long to have you like this again…” he murmured, as he pushed your legs a little further apart. His hand massaged your plush thighs, trying to relax you.

“Tell me when you’re ready, hm?” He reached down to your face to gently stroke it. You melted into his touch, basking in the soothing sensation of his palm against your cheek.

“I’m ready…” You spoke softly, letting out a small breath. He mustered a small smile of acknowledgement before positioning himself. “Do you want me to hold your hand? I remember you used to love it when I did that…” He enquired, stalling his movements for a moment. With a nod of your head, he intertwined his fingers with yours lovingly, after which he slowly pressed into your tight, warm walls.

It was a feeling of pure, unadulterated euphoria. Your mind was already fogging up from the stretch alone. A throaty groan escaped his lips as his cock drove deeper and deeper into your gummy walls. Oh, you missed him. “Shiiit…”  Anakin sighed, throwing his head back in pleasure. With knitted brows and a bite of his lip, he looked down at you,

“Feels like the first time, my love…”

Your chest was heaving from the feeling, your nails dug into the skin of his hand, making small half-moon indentations.

Then, in one, unexpected swoop— his tip kissed your cervix. In turn, you let out a sound he wished he’d have recorded for the single purpose of putting it on repeat.

“Thaaat’s it, my beautiful wife… being moulded to fit me so perfectly,” he drawled and leaned down to kiss you, before he started moving. His pace was slow but brutal. Each thrust made sure that his balls were hitting your ass.

Soon enough, he pulled out of you and placed you on top of him with your back to his chest. He hooked his arms under your knees and began thrusting upwards. The angle, mixed with a faster pace, was enough to send you over the edge. He only laughed– as one did to mock another. Not for that purpose, however. No, he laughed because you were completely at his mercy. He wasn’t going to stop anytime soon.

“Ani!” you cried out, tears prickling the corners of your eyes from the overstimulation. It was futile. Your pleading and crying were drowned out by the sound of skin slapping against skin. Instead, he kissed your neck and your cheek, whispering reassuring things in your ear.

“Sssshhh… I know, sweet girl… I know…” His breath came in hot against your ear,

“Just a little longer for me, yeah?”  Your legs were already tingling; his pace was unreal. You felt like you were about to pass out. You knew he’d stop if you really wanted him to, but did you? Of course not. Despite deliberately working against him for the last three years, you missed being intimate with him. You hadn’t found comfort in anyone after everything that happened. Subconsciously, you knew you’d always belong to him.

Just as you were approaching another peak, Anakin finally grunted with sloppier moves,

“Love, I– ugh– I’m close.” His fingers dug into the soft skin of your plush thighs as the two of you came together. You cried out his name, and your name dropped from his lips in a desperate moan. There was almost something beautiful about it.

He released your legs gently. Carefully, he pulled out of you and felt the hot cum he’d filled you up with, drip onto his lower abdomen.

“Are you okay, my love?” he caressed you softly and slowly. You only responded with a nod— too exhausted for anything else.

He picked you up, knowing you were in no position to walk, by the looks of your shaking legs. He carried you to a bathroom with a tub. He scrubbed you clean, humming to you and telling you stories of his time in the empire when he’d been away from you.

“You know… my darling wife… I have never stopped looking for you. Since Mustafar… I’ve been searching for you. I never cared about the rebellion. Not really. Just you. You’re my whole world, love,” he muttered, placing a soft kiss on the back of your hand. You looked up at him. There was no doubt in his eyes. No lies. No resentment. “I know, Ani… I’ve missed you.”

He smiled at you, relieved that you’d forgiven him for what he’d done. Not just to you, but the entire galaxy.

A few weeks passed by, filled with busy planning and scheming. It had been a widespread rumour for a while that Palpatine was starting to grow weaker with the force. That he was losing his spark as the emperor.

You’d contacted many of your remaining rebel allies, who were all on board with the plan you’d set up with Anakin.

It wasn’t long before the day finally came.

As planned, Anakin went to Palpatine for new orders. It was something he did every other month for guidance. He listened to the emperor drone on and on about things he used to find relevant. In the meantime, you were listening in on a device Anakin had attached to his suit. It was well-disguised, blending in with his black cloak effortlessly.

Using the force and seeing into the future, you knew this plan was foolproof. Anakin was a high-ranking Lord, and he had the respect of everyone. Nobody had the guts to defy him.

He let the rebel allies in, finding them a fairly secure place in the hangar, before ordering troopers to take them and follow him. I walked with him in cuffs. Just another measure to look as inconspicuous as possible.

Eventually, we all made it to the emperor’s chambers… and there he sat. Sheev Palpatine. The man who’d betrayed the order all those years ago. A man you’d once trusted. Now it was time to double-cross.

“I see the raid turned out successful,” he commented in that nasally voice of his. You had to keep yourself from grimacing. God…

“Indeed,” Anakin replied under his helmet. Before Palpatine knew of it, though, the troopers all flopped to the ground, and the rebels started shooting with laser guns they’d kept hidden.

Anakin shielded you in case Palpatine tried anything… and… he did. Almost immediately, he managed to zap three people, whilst still being struck. “You dare orchestrate a mutiny, Darth Vader?!” He yelled out, sending a zap Anakin’s way. He was flung to the other side of the room, cracking his helmet in half.

“Ani!” You gasped and ran to him, but not before Palpatine was able to get his hands on you. Figuratively, of course. He held you up in the air, strangling you. You struggled and flailed around helplessly as Anakin slowly got up. “My name… is not Darth Vader. It’s always been Anakin Skywalker. My mother was Shmi Skywalker. You took it from me. That is why I dare… and now you’re trying to take my wife from me. After all your lies. All your excuses. All the times you seemed to support me in my quest to get her back— you do this? You’ve no powers left. Face it, Palpatine. You will lose.” Anakin glared at him and grabbed him in a force-hold. You were dropped to the ground, coughing for air and crawling to safety.

Many of the allies were able to aid Anakin in taking Palpatine down. He’d become a weak, weak man, so it didn’t take long before he finally succumbed to his inevitable fate. With a classic swipe of his lightsaber, Anakin got rid of the emperor for good. As cheering ensued, he rushed to your side.

“Are you alright, my love?” He scanned you frantically for any injuries. You nodded and wrapped your arms around his neck, allowing yourself to be carried.

“We did it. He’s gone,” he breathed out a heavy sigh,

“You did well,” you crooned and smiled up at him. Exhaustion grew heavy in your bones, and likely his, too.

“It’s thanks to you, sweetheart…” he muttered and gave you a soft kiss on the forehead,

“You saved me. You saved my soul.”

“You saved the galaxy from eternal darkness, Ani. I always knew you were the chosen one.” You reached up and caressed his cheek. He melted into his and took a deep whiff of your palm, savouring the warm scent of it.

A few good years had passed since the empire fell, and the galaxy returned to the light. People were healing from the darker times. Troopers were now used for a new purpose. Catching hardened criminals and Sith. Not with the object of punishment, but with the intention of bettering the galaxy. Ridding it of the rot that lingered from the emperor’s rule.

A senate was reinstated, and the Jedi order was up and running under Anakin’s rule. He formed a council. One in which he kept the spirit of Obi-Wan alive. A memorial had been set up as well. He visited it often, talking to Obi-Wan every now and then. He’d grown much more patient and benevolent than he’d previously been. He never jumped to conclusions or resorted to fights or battles, often bringing conflicts before the senate first. All the while, you always stood by his side. Not just as his trusted seer and confidante, but also as his beautiful, precious wife and the mother of his children.

Just as you’d suggested years prior, back on Mustafar, you now lived in a modest but beautiful cottage by the outskirts of Naboo. Every day was filled with the sweet tunes of early-rising birds, children’s laughter, and your humming whenever you enjoyed baking.

“You’re so beautiful,” Anakin commented one afternoon, as the two of you sat on the porch, watching the kids play tag.

“Only because I’m so in love,” you chuckled softly and looked over at him, admiring his slightly flushed face in the sunlight.

“Oh? Well, you’ll be happy to hear my love for you spans far and wide,” he retorted with a smirk.

“Hmmm, how far?” You challenged him with a smirk.

There was a small pause as the two of you took in the scenery. The bright sun shining through the trees, the mourning birds, the smell of nature…

“Across the stars,” he finally replied.

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