and there is one blazing moment in which you finally understand that there was no dragon. that there was no vader. that there was only you. only anakin skywalker.
that it was all you. is you. only you.
you did it. you killed her.
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Closer (2004)
writer! Anakin x fem! reader
Anakin has Dan Woolf’s role in the fanfic and the reader has Alice Ayres’s role. It’s a pretty small fic cause I didn’t wanna write as many things as the movie <\3
Plus, I made it a more romantic and happy fic! I really hope that all of you will enjoy this! 💌
warnings: sexual content, implied smut, sex, established relationship
During a busy morning in London, writer Anakin meets a beautiful American woman after she is hit by a car, not used to the direction of traffic in England. On their walk back from the hospital, they stop by Postman's Park. Anakin asks her name, which she gives as ‘her name’. They soon become lovers.
One year later, Anakin has written a novel based on his lover’s life.
He truly loves you so much, the novel is full of stuff about you. How much he adores you, the things he likes about you, his relationship and daily life with you too. You worked at a local café in the mornings and as a stripper during nighttime. Who would have thought that a writer and a stripper would be such a match?
To him you were pure drug. His muse. His soul. Tormenting him. Your body, your eyes, your lips your tits, your thighs. Everything made him crave you more and more day by day.
On the weekends, when you were usually finishing from work before 2am, he drove you back home. After arriving home from the strip club, he bathed you slowly, touching all the right spots in the process, washed your hair throughly and lit candles to make a more romantic atmosphere.
Then, he made love to you. After wiping your naked body down with a towel, he laid you down on the bed and towered over you.
He entered you with such a delicacy and care. Pounding slowly while muffled moans left your cherry pink lips..
Oh, how much he loves those moans. They are like music in his ears. Knowing that even though you work in a strip club, none of these men get to put their filthy hands on you. Only him. He gets to undress you. He gets to touch you, to fuck you. Not anyone else. Him. Only Anakin. Even if you are a stripper you are so sensitive. You were a virgin before you met him. He has taught you everything. Positions, how to please him and how to please yourself as well. He always started off slowly and with care. Muttering sweet nothings in your ear.
“You’re taking me so well my love…”
“That’s it darling…I know that you can handle it”
He simply, can’t take his eyes off of you
and your angelic form.
You are an angel, that tastes like heaven.
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