Update On 19 Years Later:

padme x anakin x reader when’re the reader is a little self conscious about her appearance but the reassure her that they love her no matter what? (it’s totally fine if you’re not comfortable writing it!)

Sure! I don’t write polyamorous relationships, but I hope that this is at least somewhat of what you asked!

Insecurities - Anakin x Reader x Padme

Warnings: None

Words: 1k

Extra info: Anakin and Padme are in a relationship and Y/n is the only one that knows, and is very jealous. ALSO!!! YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL! Never compare yourself to someone else. 💘 remember, hate leads to suffering. that includes self hate too. oh yeah, reader is a little tad bit gay for padme but tbh who isn’t

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Y/n fought back tears as she saw her two best friends be all happy and in love together. Truth was, she was in love with Anakin since he was a little kid - but he was too star struck by Padme to look at her in any romantic way. Not only that, but she thought Padme was the most beautiful girl in the world - and wished she could look like her more than anything.

So to see who she thought was the most beautiful girl ever be in love with her longtime crush seriously crushed her. She couldn’t stand it anymore and ran away to hide in the bathroom, needing to take a breather.

She slammed the door shut and leaned against the doorframe, falling to her knees and crying. She never had anyone to bring up her confidence - so it was broken easily as it had just been minutes ago.

She began to cry as she realized that she would never truly have a chance with Anakin. She wasn’t pretty enough for him.

She and Anakin were sent to protect the Senator since she was trying to be murdered - so naturally the old friends grew close again, leaving Y/n to third wheel. Hard.

She stood up after a good few minutes of crying, seeing the mirror and immediately being disgusted by what she saw.

Your eyes aren’t the beautiful brown that Padme has. Your hair isn’t as curly and shiny as hers. Your hair is too short. You’re too (skin color). You’re too fat. Your nose is too big, your lips are too small. Your eyebrows are horrendous.

You are disgusting.

I hate you.

The longer she looked, the more she hated herself. She knew feelings were a path to the dark side, so she had tried for years to desperately forget about her insecurities. But being around Padme maximized them tenfold.

She started to break down again, losing any shred of confidence she had left in her.

All she wanted was something that made her feel good. Someone to tell her she looked gorgeous. Something, anything.


But she never got it. Jedi were forbidden to love, so why would any of them ever compliment her on anything other than her skills as a Padawan learner, soon to be Jedi?

She was torn from her thoughts when she heard a knock on the door. She sniffled and froze, unsure of if she should speak or not.

“Y/n. I can hear you crying... and I can sense you’re hurt.”

It was Anakin. She gulped, trying to fix her tear-stained face, “I-i’m fine Anakin,” she lied, the broken inflection in her voice giving it away.

“No, you’re not,” Anakin sighed. “Please open the door,” Padme said as well.

Great. Both people who caused the insecurities were there.

She slowly opened the door, not meeting their gaze. “What?” she asked softly.

“What’s wrong, Y/n?” Padme gasped, seeing how hurt she looked. She instantly brought her into a hug - and no matter how angry Y/n was, she hugged her back quickly, starting to cry again.

“I-it’s so stupid,” she mumbled, trying to stop the tears from flowing again.


Anakin wasn’t sure of what to do, so he sighed and watched Padme hug her, “Nothing is stupid, Y/n. Talk to us,” he said.

After a moment of nonstop tears, she finally was able to speak again. “I-i’m insecure,” she said softly, sniffling as Padme rubbed her back.

“About your Jedi skills?” Anakin asked. She shook her head no, “No. A-about how I look. I just hâte everything about myself. I always have. And no one has ever realized how insecure I am, and no one has tried to help me.”

Her lip quivered, embarrassed she was finally admitting that out loud. It sounded even more dumb out loud than it did in her head.

“Are you serious?” Padme sounded shocked, “Y/n, you are beautiful! Why would you feel like that?”

“It’s just...” Y/n stopped, taking a deep breath before letting everything out, “Jedi aren’t supposed to have attachments. No romantic feelings. But this guy... this stupid, stupid man... I started falling for him. But he’s in love with someone else, even though he shouldn’t.” Anakin shifted uncomfortably. “And the girl he’s in love with is so... stunning. Everything about her is perfect. I don’t know how she’s real,” Y/n sighed. “I just wish I could be as beautiful as her. As kind, as funny as her...”

“Y/n, look at me.” Anakin couched down, and held her face in his hands gently. “You are beautiful. You are so beautiful. Why can’t you see that?”

Y/n’s heart leapt in her chest. That was the first time anyone ever said that to her - let alone her crush said that to her. “No one has ever said that to me, Anakin.” she teared up again, “No one. How am I supposed to know I’m beautiful if no one has said it to me?”

“I can promise you that many people believe that way...” he strokes her cheek softly, “they just haven’t had the courage to say it to you.”

“You are beautiful inside and out, Y/n. You can’t compare yourself to someone else... it’ll be your downfall,” Padme hugged her tightly. “If I’m being honest, you are one of the most beautiful women I’ve ever seen. Many times I’ve been jealous of your natural beauty...” she sighed. “You don’t ever wear makeup, yet you look effortlessly beautiful. It’s not fair,” she pouted, and the two giggled. “You mean it?” Y/n sniffled, her confidence building back up.

“Yes.” she smiled, “We both do.”

Y/n smiled and pulled Anakin down for a tight hug between the three of them. She finally felt happy again - and truly beautiful for the first time in the stars know how long.

Even if Anakin didn’t like her back, hearing him call her beautiful was good enough for her. And to know that the woman she wanted to be thought she was gorgeous was the cherry on top of it all.

Y/n felt very lucky to have Anakin and Padme by her side to lift her up when she was hurt and insecure. She loved them both very much... and to know that they loved her too made her very, very happy.

IM SICK OF CRYING

yet i lost you all the same

normalize not writing everyday.

normalize losing motivation.

normalize smaller blogs.

normalize less notes and reblogs.

normalize lack of inspiration.

it’s okay if you don’t write, post or publish everyday. it’s okay if you don’t feel like finishing that work in progress. it’s okay if you can’t mentally or physically come up with something. it’s okay if you don’t have this many followers, notes, or reblogs. any of this does not define your worth. your value. your talent.

golden rule, support and love others as you’d want to be. don’t be afraid to reach out and self-promoted. it’s okay. it really is.

writing, editing, or creating in general is a hobby for most, maybe a future career. but regardless, it should be enjoyable. make it enjoyable for yourself. you have that ability to.

when your gif is added to something so god damn sexy 🤤🤤🤤

can u pls do something about anakin with a size kink *_* like the reader is super petite and short and anakin is yk. tall and big. YUP...

FUUCKK I actually love this but I try not to write it a lot bc I know it excludes a whole population of taller kings and queens 😭 BUT Anakin is so tall that like even if you’re conventionally tall, he’ll still probably be taller. Anyway ty for the opportunity to write about this bc it’s actually MY SHIT 🤤🤤 so yeah let’s go:

Anakin x fem reader size kink headcanons: (nsfw)

Listen up ladies and gentlemen, my research has concluded that while Hayden Christensen is 6’0 (182.88cm) and we’ve all been simping over just how fucking tall he is 😍... well surprise surprise shawty’s cause it gets even better. He’s actually 6’2.

Yes that’s right 😌. According to Mr Sir Lord Georgie Lucason himself, Anakin is 6’2 (197.96cm) 🥰🥰

So imagine Anakin in rots EXCPET TWO INCHES TALLER YUUMMM 💦💦💦💦

And then imagine you, you’re so much shorter 🥺 and so when you go up to him your head barely reaches his shoulders

and talking to him you kind of just look up at him like 🥺🙌🏻

And he looks down at you like 😊

And for this reason, he does that thing often where he puts a finger under your chin to get you to meet his eyes

Bc let’s be real, when someone towers over you like that it can be pretty intimidating. Especially with the power and beauty Anakin holds 😭🤩🤤

So if he ever finds you staring at his neck, or holding onto his robe sleeve and fidgeting with it as you talk to him, he’ll catch your chin with his fingers and lift your face so that you’re looking right at him. All, “look at me when you speak, baby.” 😭😭😭😭

Gahhh his hands. They’re so big, they can literally wrap around your waist and just envelope you so completely. And he’s always so gentle because he knows he can just snap you like a twig if he tried.

That’s what makes choking so fun 😏

It’s a lil scary how easily he could just END YOUR SHIT, whether it’s the flesh hand or metal hand, he’s so strong either way and there’s no chance you’d be able to break free if you tried. So if he’s got his fingers locked around your throat, slightly squeezing, increasing in pressure, those little sparks of fear join in with whatever else he’s doing to you and it’s just 🤤🤤🤤🤤

Choke me Anakin

Because also!!!!! My gosh he’d be so soft 🥺. Half of him knows what he’s doing and he knows it scares you a little and he likes it, while the other half just wants you to spoil you and praise you so that you’re a happy gushing mess.

So he’ll be fucking your brains out, cock stuffed so far into your sobbing pussy, and the threat of his hand around your throat takes away any semblance of control you might have had and suddenly all you can do is take his cock and clutch at his arms and shoulders as he shoves himself deeper into you, whispering against your lips about how well you’re taking him, how pretty you look, how cute those sounds are...

The manhandling 😏😏😏

You could be on your stomach, being pounded till next Tuesday, and suddenly you’re being wrenched off his dick, flipped over, legs pushed up, and split open on his cock again.

AND WHEN I SAY SPLIT OPEN—-

Big dick in little pussy. Is that explanation enough??????

That stretch is wild. No amount of preparation can get you ready for just how fucking big he is. And it’s not just the length, it’s the width too!!!

Just the weight of it in your hands or your mouth, or feeling it against your thigh as it grows in mass and stiffness is intimidating as all hell. Every time, you’re not sure you’ll even be able to take it.

Admittedly, the first few times you weren’t able to. He slowly fucked you open, stretching you out inch by inch until you couldn’t take anymore. And when you apologized and began babbling about how you want him so bad but he’s so just so big, he quiets your whimpers with a gentle kiss and a stroke of his fingers against your cheek.

“Don’t worry about it, angel, we can work up to it.” “There’s no pressure, I don’t want to hurt you.” “Take what you can for now baby.”

COSICKEKDKWKDID such a sweetheart 🥺

So yeah you go slower at the beginning, but eventually you are able to take more and more of him until that fateful day when you’re sinking down onto his lap, the stretch and slide is never ending, you don’t think you’ve ever felt so full before, and then your hips meet his.

You look down in shock like “😳” and he’s kissing your head like “🥰” and your hand goes over your stomach to see if you can feel the outline of his dick there bc it certainly feels like you should be able to, with how fucking deep he is.

And he notices you squirming, trying to get used to the feeling and he asks “Is it okay? Does it hurt? You want me to move?”

And you assure him it’s good, it’s so good. You just need to be careful to stay relaxed, so he begins moving inside of you, dragging out and pressing back in a couple inches to begin with, keeping you stretched and soaking, thumb finding your clit and rubbing gentle circles.

His lips ghost across your neck, feeling the vibrations of your moans as he tells you how good you’re doing, how proud he is, how he’s fucking you so deep. Reminding you to breathe and relax so that when you come, you’re shaking and shivering and crying all over him.

And the feeling of your tight little pussy convulsing around him, gripping and squeezing him like a vice— he can feel it on every inch as he follows after you.

OHHHH and when you’re on top, and your legs get tired from moving up and down, he can grip right onto your ass or your waist and move you himself, you barely have to put any effort in bc hes so strong he can just do it for you. And when he gets especially heated, he’ll grip your just right and slam you down onto his cock, over and over and over 🥵🥵🥵

I mean like. Holding you down is so easy. You’re so small in comparison, when his head is buried between your thighs all he has to do is press you flat against the mattress and wrench your legs wide open and there’s nothing you can do about it. You can squirm and wriggle and arch and struggle as much as you want but you’re not getting anywhere 🤷🏼‍♀️

Also I said it once and I’ll say it again, sitting on his lap is a Must. Because in order for him to kiss you while you’re both standing up, he has to lean down so far and you have to go on your tippy toes. And while he loves to pick you up and kiss you against the wall, it’s mostly just easy to have you climb onto his lap and kiss him like that bc it’s much more relaxed and comfortable.

Lap action = thigh riding action so everyone wins really 🥰

Plus, you can tangle your fingers in his hair and move his head how you want when you’re feeling a little more bold, and he loves when you pull on his hair so his kisses get a little more heated, more teeth, more low moans and growls, etc etc.

Forehead kisses 😍

THEYRE PERFECT.

He can just plant a little “boop 😘” right above the eyes and it leaves you all warm and mushy bc it’s like he just gave you your own personal crown ✨✨✨

And wearing his robe 😭😭😭 YOU DROWN IN IT, like he’ll be looking for you all over the apartment and only when he rechecks the lump of his discarded robe on the bed does he realize you’re in there and he just finds it so cute 🥺🥺

Taking baths with him is mucho easy because you fit right into him like a puzzle piece

Same with cuddling, you can sprawl right on top of him and it’s no bother bc he loves to feel squished, and your weight on top of him is so comforting

Imagine his hand holding yours and just being so wrapped up on his 🥺🥺 how warm and strong he feels.

How your hand can’t even fit around his bicep BC HES JUST SO BIG AND STRONG 😭😭🥵

And when he walks beside you, he has to remember to slow down bc one of his steps is like 3 of yours, and he always wondered why you were panting when he was walking a leisurely pace. So he walks slow now so you can keep up 🥰🥰🥰

When he hugs you he just completely swallows you 😭😭🥰 every inch of you is wrapped up in him 🤤

SOWKCKWODKDOE IMAGINE HIM KNEELING DOWN TO YOUR HEIGHT, like getting on his knee so he can tie your shoe 🥺 hands on his shoulders to keep you steady, that cute little smile as he looks up and the curls are falling into his eyes 🥺

You’re the perfect height where he can pull you into him and your face will be all smooshed against his chest 🥰 the warmest part of him 🥰

Be still my heart yum 🤤💦

“There is no one I trust more with my child than you.”  — OBI-WAN KENOBI (2022)

Every girl has had the experience where a creepy guy asks for our number and we don’t want to give it to him, but we also don’t want to get gutted in a back alley. “Give him a fake number!” I hear you call, okay and then he says “okay let me call you real quick!” Because they are learning. “Give them your number and then block them!” Okay and then they can plug it into something like Spokeo, pay $10 and know everything about you. So what do you do?

First pick a fake name, I use Jessica, then download the Google Voice app, hook it up to your email, pick a number, and set up a fake greeting with your fake name. You can set it to ring your actual phone like a normal call or text but they don’t have real info on you.

Go forth and don’t get murdered, ladies!

i will never get over their sassy friendship

Star Wars: Attack of the Clones (2002)

Peter’s Angel || TASM

Summary: Peter Parker decides one evening that he needs to take his friend’s virginity. 

Warnings: 18+, this is just pure smut, slightly possessive and obsessive peter, biting kink, praise kink, virgin kink (is that a thing? idk) 

A/N: I already have a whole smut series planned between these two for the nights I’m too horny for angst. 

18+ Tag List (Reminder! I’m redoing my tag list. Read about it here [x] if you would like be added or re-added):  @ongreenergrasses  @captaindanvxrs @liz-allyn​

“Mmmm…” She moaned as she rolled over on Peter’s bed. Her hair fanned out over her face and she brushed it away. “Did I doze off again?”

She sat up and rubbed the sleep from her eyes with the back of her hand. She pulled herself up and curled her legs under her, gazing at him from across the room with big, glassy eyes.

Her roommates had been fighting a lot. Peter knew sharing a small freshman dorm with two other girls was not her idea of fun. He had offered to let her crash in his room any time she wanted. She was prone to taking naps on his bed in the evenings after her classes. It wasn’t like he didn’t adore the fact that she was sleeping in his bed. He had to resist the urge to curl up next to her and spoon her while she slept. He was lucky that he got, not only, a single dorm but one with a private bathroom attached. It was the kind of college luxury most students could only dream of.

“Sure did. You were snoring and everything.” Peter sat in his wooden desk chair in front of his laptop while he fiddled with touching up some digital pictures. She hadn’t actually been snoring but he liked the way she blushed when he said it. 

He was a year above her. They were both a part of the photography club on campus. From the moment he met her, he had been enamored with her. Something about the quiet way she spoke, like she was forever nervous to raise her voice, made her incredibly endearing to him. Everything about her personality was soft and gentle. He wanted to wrap her up in a protective bubble and keep her safe with him forever. 

She had no idea how he felt, of course. It had been a few years since he had even allowed himself to feel this way for someone. He forgot how to woo a girl. So far, he tried sticking to being nothing but a good friend. That was enough to fulfill him for now. At least that’s what he tried to convince himself as she danced through his thoughts every night before bed. He’d desperately try to keep his late night imagination from spiraling into debauchery but sometimes he couldn’t control himself. 

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did you finish/are you going to finish 19 years later?

i haven’t finished, but at the moment writing isn’t really my priority. i have a wip where the reader and vader meet right now currently but that’s about it. i’m sorry! i plan to finish it, i just don’t know when