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adrunkskeletonsduck · 1 year

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➜ Pairing: Platonic!Ahsoka Tano x reader

➜ Warnings: Angst, none

➜ Word Count: 0.8k

➜ Notes: This was originally supposed to be for a request but then I messed it up. Also, thank you for 400, you have no idea how much it means to me 😭🙏💗

Sᴛᴀʀᴡᴀʀs Mᴀsᴛᴇʀʟɪsᴛ

“Ahsoka!” You called to her, watching as she descended the steps of the temple, her head hanging uncharacteristically low as she walked. You’d heard the results of her trial and had been on your way back to the temple after your latest mission to congratulate her enthusiastically.

It hadn't been fair, the way the council had turned their backs on her so quickly or how she was being accused of a crime that she didn’t commit. You knew how much it had affected her, and you were beyond upset that you hadn't been able to be there to support her. The council couldn’t have chosen a worse time to send you off on a mission. Or maybe the timing had been purposeful, who knew.

Her head turned at the sound of your voice, eyes glossy and weighed down with guilt. A deep sense of dread pooled in your stomach. She’d proven her innocence, she had won, so why did she look so glum? You sped up your pace, concern painting your every feature and replacing your once cheerful attitude.

“What happened? What's wrong? I thought Anakin proved your innocence?” the questions tumbled from your lips, one after another as you came to a stop in front of her. Her gaze flitted down to the ground as she answered,

“He did but...” she paused, taking a sharp breath in. The words were painful, and she didn’t want to say it because it would make the fact that she was about to lose you all the more real. Part of her had hoped your mission would run a little longer so she wouldn’t have to face you. So, she wouldn’t have to be the one who broke the news to you. It was selfish, she knew that, and selfishness wasn’t something Jedi were aloud, but she wasn’t a Jedi anymore.

Looking back up at you she spoke again, “but I’m not coming back.” You furrowed your eyebrows, only now noticing the absence of her padawan beads and lightsabers that usually sat on her hips.

“What do you mean?” you asked, you could feel the weight her words carried, it made your stomach churn uncomfortably.

“I’m not coming back,” Ahsoka repeated again. And then it all clicked and suddenly you understood. She was leaving. You’d never see her again. Your face paled, your chest clenching as tears sprung to your eyes.

You opened your mouth, then closed it as you tried to find the words to voice all your questions and not break down at the same time, but all that came out was a broken sob. A trembling hand came up to cover your mouth as tears spilled over your waterline and down your cheeks.

“I don’t understand – w-what happened?” You whispered from behind your hand. Your voice shaking as you spoke. A few hot tears of her own ran down her face.

“I just need to figure this out on my own, without the Jedi,” she said quietly

“What about me? Are you just going to leave me behind?” your voice twisted in pain, and you had to look away from her as you wiped at your face, a pointless effort as more tears fell to replace the ones that you’d wiped. She pulled you into a hug, wrapping her arms around you tightly and gluing her eyes shut. You reciprocated the gesture, holding her by the waist as the two of you cried into the others shoulder.

“I-I’ll go with you,” you cried, “I’ll leave right now with you...I just don’t want to lose you.”

She pulled away, holding you at arm's length and shaking her head, “You belong here, with the Jedi. This is your home.”

“This is your home to though,” you tried to reason with her, although you knew it was unfair of you to ask her to stay and a pointless effort because she had already made up her mind. You took deep breaths as she answered, forcing yourself to calm down.

“No,” she whispered sadly, “Not since the council turned their back on me like that,” you nodded in understanding, removing your hands from her arms to wipe at your face again. A raw chuckle escaped your throat,

“I don’t know what I’m going to do without you.”

Ahsoka smiled sadly, “You’ll be okay,” she whispered pulling you back into a hug, “You’ll be okay.”

Her words were whispered as a comfort to the both of you, because you were sure you’d likely never see the other again, and just the thought broke your heart. Your glossy eyes shined brilliantly as you watched her descended the steps until her figure disappeared into the sunset. Watching as the girl you’d grown up with was slipped through your fingers and you could do nothing to stop it. The girl who’d gotten you through your worst moments, who you’d stuck with through thick and thin, who’d been the reason you smiled and laughed for so many years, that girl was gone.

You’d shared smiles and tears, gone through your darkest and brightest moments together and now, you’d share heartbreak together, one last time.

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queenie-official · 7 months

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Judge: He’s responsible for killing children

Me: But your honor, he’s just so baby girl

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andersonlore · 5 months

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†⠀warnings y disclaimers — eighteen+, sexual content (alluding), jock!abby, soft!abby, simp!abby, stubborn!reader, abby being a tease. part one.

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jock!abby patience was wearing incredibly thin. she was always having to share you with ellie and she despised the situation just like the fucking brat — the one who demanded all your time and attention. okay, so maybe she was being a bit needy, and really the two of you hadn’t really said you were exclusive, but abby wasn’t with anyone else and didn’t want to be. she was stupidly sweet on you, and the sex was amazing. you were worth it for her to fight a little more.

jock!abby caved when it’s been an entire month and all she got were longing texts from you. saying you missed her but with classes, trying to keep your head above water, and ellie, you just didn’t simply have the time right now. although, abby blushed when you confessed she was important to you and you would see her soon. it’s the only time she’s thankful the interaction is filtered through a screen.

jock!abby called you the night before the game, she was supposed to be sleeping, or at least trying to, but with you on the forefront of her mind it seemed nearly impossible. she was embarrassed, your phone ringing four times, no answer. but on the fifth, you finally picked up. she thought you were ignoring her, avoiding her at the very least. but then you’re honeyed voice drips all over her heart and now it truly feels like the first day of spring.

“You should be sleeping, Abs. You have such an early day tomorrow and you need rest.” “I know, I just-” Abby took a moment to breathe, trying to calm herself enough to not reveal herself as a totally pathetic loser. “I’m so tense, baby. How am I supposed to sleep?” “I don’t know. Why don’t you tell me what has you so…tense.” You question suggestively, your voice lowering an octave. “Well, I haven’t see you in a month, so there’s that.” Abby hints, and you pick up on it immediately. “There’s a line of girls on this campus who would love to ease the tension for you. Pick one, I’m sure you wouldn’t have to go far.” Your tone is bitter, thinking of her with someone else, but you don’t have much room to feel jealousy. Not when Ellie would feel like you stabbed her in the back if she found out about your late night rendezvous with Abby. “Stop it.” Abby barked. “What?” “You’re honestly going to make me say it? When you’re the one who’s been avoiding me? Really going to make me beg for it, baby?” You snap. “I haven’t been avoiding you.” It’s useless now. Abby has you pinned. Honestly, you’re not even upset about it. “You don’t have to lie me. I already know what you want.” “Fine, I’ll bite. What do I want, Abby?” “You want to not like me, right? It’d be easier wouldn’t it? I bet it would. But you like me, sure as hell love fucking me, and that can’t sit well. Not when I’m the enemy, not when I’m so evil and cruel.” You were silent, only heavy breathing could be heard on the phone. “Just tell me to fuck off, tell me I’m mean, tell me I’m the worst and I’ll hang up and you won’t have to talk to me again.” Abby continues, as if she needs to say anymore. “Be a good girl for Ellie, baby. It’s why you’ve deprived me of your pussy, huh? Tell me you don’t want to feel my lips, my tongue, my fingers. Be a good fucking girl and say it.” You were biting your lip, a moan threatening to escape. Pathetic. “I-I don’t, this isn’t…” You choke up, and god you can practically see her grinning. “You don’t want me?” Abby teased. “It’s….god, please Abs.” “You fall asleep in my arms, but then ditch before I can wake up. You don’t wanna see me but text me for weeks how much you miss me. You’re going to have to do better than that. Tell me what you want.” You’re trying to get something out, anything but you can’t seem to form a thought when Abby keeps going on and on, your cunt clenching every time you hear her voice. You’re forgetting why you’ve kept your distance in the first place. “I wanna make you feel good, help with the tension. Baby, please let me.” She finally breaks you, but the both you are smiling and Abby’s light laughter edges into the small cracks of your heart. “Mmmm, baby. Tell me how good it feels to be fucking yourself with your fingers to the sound of my voice. Don't even bother lying this time.”

jock!abby thinks about your breathy moans, the wet sounds of your cunt bouncing through the mic and into her ears. she loves hearing you moan her name out, you’re so desperate for her. so willing to be whatever she wants you too even if it will cost you. abby feels bad, but then she sees you and suddenly she doesn’t care what kind of karma comes her way. if she gets to have you, isn’t it worth the cost?

jock!abby isn’t surprised when you’re knocking on her door three days later. it’s clear what you want or at least she thinks so. it’s almost midnight and abby thought you just want to fuck. she’d be more than happy to oblige. she’d pretty much do anything. you’re as sweet as they get, more than she deserves, but she takes it anyways.

jock!abby catches you with her unwavering strength, your legs wrapped around her waist and your arms locked around neck. you’re whispering how bad you need her, how much you’ve missed her, how shitty your week has been, and the only thing getting you through was telling her all about it. so, she lets you. it’s foolish maybe, but abby can only think with her heart right now, and it really wants to be with you.

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wifeofasith · 8 months

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Look at him, so cute and precious. Imagine laying Ani down on your chest after a rough day. He hesitates for a moment because of not being used to comfort, but as soon as he inhales your sweet scent, he relaxes into you. You wrap your arms around him gently, fingers running through his hair, while your free hand caresses his back up and down. He starts shivering, so you pull a blanket over you two and continue touching his body tenderly. You kiss his soft cheeks, not being able to stop but still being careful enough to not overwhelm him. You keep pecking him lightly while whispering things about how much you adore him into his ear. His cheeks grow red, but he only tightens his grip around you, showing how much he needs this. How much he needs your validation and care, even if he can't verbally say that to you. But you understand; you don't push him; you just keep massaging his smooth skin, listening to his steady breathing, and nuzzling your nose into his hair. Eventually Anakin falls asleep, snuggled on top of you like a little angel. You close your eyes and follow right after him with a soft smile on your face, knowing you are holding the love of your life in your arms.

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iburnedmyselfalive · 2 months

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FOREVER.

┃synopsis brothers best friend!sam x female reader,, reader takes sam with her to get her nipples pierced.

┃18+ nsfw, all smutty n shit I know i said i would be taking a break for awhile but guys this is based on a true story (winks) and its been bugging me, not proofread sorry :’(

You and Sam Monroe have always shared a close bond, perhaps inevitable given his status as your brother's best friend. Over the years, with his frequent presence, your relationship naturally blossomed, forging a strong connection between the two of you.

Your birthday came and went, and just a couple of days prior, you finally mustered the courage to book an appointment for a piercing you'd been longing for. Despite your excitement, you couldn't shake the nerves; you were a total wimp when it came to pain. Faced with the prospect of enduring it alone, you pondered the idea of bringing along a friend for support.

Initially, Sam wasn't your first choice at mind, but with all your other friends tied up, you figured, why not? After all, he'd seen your body before, albeit accidentally during that awkward vacation moment when he stumbled upon you changing. Though flustered at the time, it was never brought up again.

As he locked his car and stood beside you, he gallantly held the door open. "So, y'feelin' nervous?" he teased, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips.

"No," you replied, your tone dripping with sarcasm, rolling your eyes as the piercing shop loomed ahead.

"Maybe a little," you confessed in a hushed whisper, earning a shake of his head and a chuckle. He reached out, grabbing the door for both of you, his easy confidence adding a touch of reassurance to your jittery nerves.

As you approached the front desk, butterflies twisted in your stomach, a nervous energy coursing through you. Confirming the appointment, the receptionist informed you that they'd be ready in about fifteen minutes due to the busy schedule. You nodded reassuringly, both you and Sam making your way to the small seating area.

He could sense your unease, fully aware that this moment would rattle your nerves. "Drink," he offered, handing you a bottle of water you hadn't even realized he brought along.

"Relax, I'm right here, remember? n' you've gotta stay hydrated, you look pale. Does this shit really get you that worked up?" he questioned as you accepted the cold bottle, nodding in response. A mixture of nerves and excitement coursed through you; after all, you'd been eagerly anticipating getting your nipples pierced for ages.

Shortly thereafter, you found yourself in the chair, your shirt pulled up and bra discarded, feeling a rush of vulnerability as the piercer meticulously arranged her equipment. With a gentle touch, she guided you to lie back on the piercing table, where she began the process of cleansing both of your nipples with precision, using alcohol and surgical scrub.

"I'm going to need you to take a deep breath, alright?" she asked, her voice calm but firm, as she positioned the needle within your line of sight. You nodded, steeling yourself for the inevitable discomfort, and closed your eyes, bracing for the sensation.

"Relax," Sam's voice broke through the tension, his tone soothing yet tinged with a hint of excitement. Despite his attempt at reassurance, you couldn't help but feel his gaze lingering on your exposed chest, his curiosity palpable.

As you focused on regulating your breathing, you couldn't shake the awareness of Sam's presence beside you, his unwavering attention drawing a flush to your cheeks. Despite the nerves that fluttered within you, there was a strange sense of comfort in knowing that he was there, offering silent support during this intimate moment.

"Took it like a pro," he whispered softly, his hand a reassuring presence on your back as you both emerged from the place. There was no denying the pain, it was sharp and present, impossible to ignore. But even in the midst of it, you couldn't help but be aware of Sam's gaze, lingering a bit longer than necessary on your chest.

His eyes traced the movements of the piercer with keen interest, noting every grimace and subtle shift in your demeanor as the needle pierced your skin. It was as though he was cataloging every moment, every reaction, committing it to memory with a mixture of fascination and concern.

And damn well you were taking him like a pro now.

"You think you're special, princess?" he sneered as he loomed over you, your legs tucked up, stuffing you fully. "All dolled up, begging for it like a good little slut," he taunted, his gaze burning with raw dominance.

"Just like those piercings, you're gonna take every inch of me, whether you can handle it or not," he declared, with each aggressive thrust, he asserted his power over you, his cock buried deep in you, his balls slapping against your skin as your juices flowed freely, dripping all down your ass.

"You're nothing but a toy for me to use," he growled, reveling in your surrender. "Beg for more, beg for it like the desperate whore you are," he commanded, his voice dripping with authority.

"oh fuck, sam!" you cried out, eyes squeezing shut.

"That's right, take it all, take it like the filthy little slut you were meant to be," he snarled, his lips assaulting your neck in a possessive kiss before he left his mark, branding you as his in the most primal of ways.

"So fuckin' sexy," he murmured against your skin, his lips finding purchase around your breast, his eyes locked onto yours as his tongue teased over the piercing.

"Sam," you pathetically whimpered,

"mhm," he mocked in response, the vibrations sending a delicious sensation through you. "You like that?" he asked, pulling away for a brief moment before attacking your other nipple with a fierce hunger, sucking hard.

"yes, yes, yes," you moaned, your fingers tangling in his hair, urging him on as pleasure surged through your body.

"I can feel you getting off on this," he snarled while he pushed his fingers into your mouth. "You tryna' let everyone know what we're doing baby, hm?" he taunted, his lips grazing your ear with a hint of menace.

"m'gonna cum" you whined out, squirming beneath him.

"Even your dear brother?" he sneered, completely ignoring you.

"He'd tear me apart if he caught us like this," he warned, his fingers probing deeper. "But you know damn well I won't stop, no matter who walks in," he growled, his desire fueling his aggression.

"Do you like 'em?" you managed to choke out, your voice strained around his fingers, but he only chuckled darkly.

"You know I do. Watching you squirm as you got them had me throbbing," he admitted, his grip tightening on your hair.

"I've been waiting for this moment since the damn beginning," he spat, the anticipation making him reckless.

"And now that they're healed, I'm going to show you," he promised, his voice dripping with cruel intent.

"I'm going to show you just how much I love 'em, how much I love you ."

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shrenvents · 7 months

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My Bounty.

Warnings: Smut. Vaginal, unprotected sex, force play. Minors dni

Pairing: Clone Wars (single) Anakin Skywalker x Bounty Hunter reader

Summary: Anakin Skywalker goes above and beyond to make your life difficult, taking whatever he wants without explanation. So when reader confronts him, things don’t go exactly as planned.

Word count: 1.7k

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The meddling nature of the Jedi was nothing compared to the nature of Anakin Skywalker. His darkness seeps its way into everything. His dark robe, gloves, boots, curls, eyes. He was the darkness enveloping me in a dizzying spiral of hate and desire. And he did it again. He stole my bounty just so he could give me that dark look.

His gaze observes the way my fists clench and how I chew my bottom lip. A wicked smirk dances on his face as clones praise and pat him on the back. He knew exactly what he was doing, watching me with an intensity, that had me shaking.

Finally, Anakin’s eyes move away from my figure, beckoned by his Master. He stalks towards Obi-Wan Kenobi and his mocking facade breaks instantly. I nearly scream at the sight. What was he hoping to achieve? Stealing my potential profits is certainly an interesting pastime, not one you would expect from “the chosen one.”

I huff out my frustration, deflating my tense shoulders. With his back now turned, I relax. Pivoting on my heel, I hurry away from the scene. On to the next hunt, before Skywalker gets the chance to take it from me.

Frankly, I have no clue how it started, his fixation with making me miserable. I almost feel paranoid, as if I’m making up the whole debacle. But from the way he looks at me, unspeaking, I know this truly is my reality. Anakin Skywalker hates me.

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Now glaring at my reflection within the confines of my room, my restraint runs thin. I’m not gonna do it. I’m not gonna do it. I’m not gonna do it. I’m gonna do it. I’m gonna confront him because that sort of thing always goes well.

I head out towards the Jedi temple where Skywalker is most likely training his Padawan. While marching over, I contemplate the arguments I will bring up when face-to-face with him. How I will look into those comet-like eyes and not get distracted by his plump lips.

Moral of the story, I’m going to put an end to this one-sided game we play.

Once my vision connects with his broad back, his name escapes me without hesitation, “Anakin.” Saying it takes me by surprise, seeing as though I’ve never said it before. But clearly, it shocks him more, as when he turns around, his eyes are vaguely wider than I’ve ever seen them. “Y/n,” he says back flatly, face becoming neutral. Now I’m really taken aback by the way my name rolls off his tongue. Quickly, I collect myself and remember my well-thought-out points.

“What are you doing?” And out the window they go.

Anakin quirks his head quizzically. His silent reply to my rather stupid question ticks me off further. I’m practically vibrating with rage. “That was my mark you stole today Skywalker, you realize that?”

As if he’s finally understood my inarticulate speech, his lips part dumbly in “awe.” There he goes pushing my buttons, silently watching me unravel. “You think I wouldn’t notice?“ My face flushes red as I elaborate. “All the crooks you’ve miraculously caught are always the bounty that I’m after.”

There's a beat of silence where he inspects the way my chest heaves in exasperation. Then he speaks. “About time you did.” He states matter-of-factly. My jaw drops. “Excuse me? What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means I’ve been waiting for you to notice,” he remarks with a bored look.

“Notice what?” I spit out, scowling at him.

“Me,” he finishes plainly. Silence engulfs us again and I take note of how close we’ve become. “Why would you want that?” I question, utterly perplexed.

“What do you mean?” Anakin’s brows furrow.

“I mean you’ve never spoken to me before.”

“Neither have you.” He counters. My fists tremble.

“Why then? Why do you need me to notice you?” I demand.

“What other reason can there be?” He grumbles while giving me a once-over, and then something clicks. My face falls.

“Those looks you give me-”

“Say just how much I want you, more than words ever could.” He ends my sentence, his face remaining stoic. My heart hammers wildly. I suspect he’s now waiting for me to make a move, to say anything, maybe even reject him. Instead, I hastily circle my head around, surveilling for bystanders before frantically grasping at his robe and pushing him into a nearby room. His facade flatters once again and I see puzzlement consume his face.

After I awkwardly turn the door knob and take us into the empty room, I shove him away. Anakin staggers back, looking completely disoriented, almost regretful. “Y/n?” He trails off. My anger is radiating off my body, and I know he can feel it.

“You should’ve said something,” I assert, seething.

“I’m-“ Anakin is abruptly cut off by my lips smashing against his. With my arms reaching around his neck, I can feel his body freeze. After a short moment, I start to peel away, dejected by his stillness. But Anakin instantly chases after me, no longer shying away.

He gropes my waist, and one arm pulls around it, while the other slides up my spine to rest between my shoulder blades. A moan evades my throat and is met with a deep groan.

His palms carve out my figure and fist at my clothes. Whines rush out my mouth as his tongue mingles with mine. He vigorously makes work of me, and I have to pull away. Though his lips instinctively follow me, I’m out of reach, so he settles for my neck. Sucking fervently, one may fear the spots he’s making, but in this moment, truthfully, I couldn't care less.

“Ani,” I whimper, and he growls against my nape in response. “Fuck, I need you,” I whisper. I feel his movements lurch and he mumbles something, but I can't seem to hear it over my haggard breathing.

He tears himself away from my neck, still keeping my body pressed against his. He then shifts his gaze around the room. “There’s no furniture here, I’ll just have to fuck you standing.” An audible gasp flees my mouth as Anakin slings my body around his torso, legs straddling his hips. His hands clench around my thighs as he hoists me up, securing me in place.

Fortunately, the short gown I threw on this morning made it easy for Anakin's crotch to caress my core through his pants. I push down on him and he groans at our proximity. "I was wondering when you would snap," Anakin mutters into my ear as his grip tightens. I whimper. "Screw you."

"Be patient. You will." He soothes. Digging my front teeth into my bottom lip, I drop my forehead to his shoulder as our lower halves grind against one another.

The sounds of our moans crowd the room and I can't take it anymore. "Kriff patience, I'm done waiting, General," I command in the most sensual voice I can muster. Evidently, my attempt to provoke him works because one of his hands leaves my thigh and clutches my hair in a fist, tugging my head back so his lips can crash into mine again. His other hand shifts down to his slacks. His breath hitches when he releases his cock, and so does mine when it springs up to my clothed clit. "Oh maker," I just about scream, head falling back.

His hands make quick work moving my underwear aside, and his member brushes against my folds. I shudder and screw my eyelids shut. I feel Anakin's gaze fixate on me. "Look at me." Hearing his order, I immediately obey.

Eyes fluttering open, I look into his lust-filled ones. Getting flustered by their heat, I squirm. "Y/n." He hushes, breath blowing across my face. Glancing at his features briefly, I nod, communicating what we both desperately need.

We both hold our breaths as he brings me down on his length in a slow glide. His cock pierces my entrance, and I clamp down on my incoming yelp. He was big. I hear him distractedly repeat my name, face buried in my collar. My eyes look to the ceiling in prayer.

His movements dissipate midway, and I feel his stomach clench. "You take me so well." He mumbles almost to himself. All I can do is bob my head in response. In this short pause, the pain disperses and all I feel is him - pleasure, darkness. His arms snake around my waist while mine harden around his nape.

Suddenly, he plunges into me, filling me up completely. My cry echoes throughout the room and I instantly sink my teeth into the cartilage of his ear. The growl that leaves him is next to primal. His rhythmic pounding begins to pick up speed, and I can barely keep up with each stroke. "Kiss me," he stammers out. Reeling back, I lock eyes with him before diving my tongue into his mouth.

His hips snap into my own, over and over. His stomach clenches once more and he pants into my mouth, "I'm close." Though I feel incredible, I'm not quite close to my limit, and he senses it.

One of his palms unravels from my body, steadily hovering over my center. Thinking he's going to touch me, I arch my back away from his embrace to allow space for his digits to meet my slit. But, as I wait, an unexpected pressure attacks my core. I gasp away from his lips and I peer down, leaning my forehead on his.

His hand isn't physically touching me, yet I feel as though I'm close to climaxing. Bewildered, I shoot my eyes from his floating hand to his lewd expression. His grin is strangely smug as he watches me. Then it registers: he's using the force to make me cum. Completely stunned, I simply bore my eyes into him, mouth agape.

Our orgasms come at once and wash over us at his charge. He puffs out a loud sigh of relief and continues to hold me, pumping slower than before, til the action ceases.

"Maker," I huff, "Next time, just use your words, and I'm yours." A smile forms on his face. He sheepishly nods, "Next time."

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yourloverfromthepast · 7 months

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Y/n: Hey, Anakin

Anakin: Yes love- I mean. Yes, Master y/l/n?

Y/n: Have you ever realized that if you replaced the "y" in your surname with an "i" and added an "n" after it, you would be Anakin Skinwalker?

Anakin:

Ahsoka:

Anakin: What the fuck is a skinwalker?

Ahsoka: YOOOO DUDE, NO WAY THAT'S CRAZY!!

Anakin: You don't even know what a skinwalker is

Ahsoka: True, but it sounds like something really ugly and creepy, Master Skinwalker

Obi-Wan, who was silently listening to the conversation from the door: Anakin....how did you just call them???

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bits-and-babs · 7 months

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✦ 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐎𝐅 𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐅𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐇 ✦

– KINKTOBER DAY 4: APHRODISIACS

grand admiral thrawn x reader | smut, 18+ | 1.2k words

summary: grand admiral thrawn has a unconventional way of convincing neighbouring planets to pledge allegiance to the empire.

cw: f!princess!reader, aphrodisiacs/sex pollen vibes so dub-con, fingering, cum eating, political mind games.

⇽ KINKTOBER MLIST | DAY 5: CLOTHES ON ⇾

Perhaps others in your position would consider you a coward. The rebel alliance had pushed a revolutionary manifesto that had bled into the heart of each Empire-subjugated civilian in the galaxy, many taking up arms against the gigantic fleet of storm-trooper manned ships.

However, lacking a large military and without weaponry or manpower, your small planet lay at the mercy of the Empire leviathan. The decorative crown placed atop your head was just that— embellishment. The significance of your birthright was as vexing to Grand Admiral Thrawn as a speck of dust on his pristine white uniform. A simple brush of his palm enough to toss any resistance aside.

The hologram Thrawn sent you upon arrival to your galaxy was intended as an olive branch, one you gratefully received. A promise of clemency on the condition that you attend a dinner upon the Chimaera warship.

“Princess,” Thrawn muses as he walks you towards the vast dining table, his own body language almost regal as he directs you to your seat, “I hope you don’t mind that I took liberty with the selection of delicacies I provided.”

You had no quarrel; it was like a feast mosaic. Gorgeous, vibrant pomegranates split down the middle to expose the glistening seeds, strawberries doused in dark chocolate and shucked oysters fanned out on a plate of salt.

“I am grateful for anything you provide, Grand Admiral,” you answer him politely as he pulls out a chair for you. You sit with a small smile, attempting to appease the man that balanced your planet’s fate on the end of his trigger finger. “Thank you.”

“My pleasure,” Thrawn’s lips pull up in a smirk, the silky timbre of his voice dripping like molasses off the edge of your spine, warming something deep in your abdomen that makes you blush.

Without ceremony, he settled in his seat across the table. Those crimson eyes pass over your frame with a gaze so heavy it’s as though you feel it dance across your skin, leaving flames in its wake.

“I recommend the oysters, your highness,” he addresses you respectfully with your title. “Freshly farmed a few hours ago.”

Upon his insistence, you began to feast. A polite silence falls between you, Thrawn’s eyes set on you as he watches you relish the flavour of the delicate oysters. He looks pleased.

You cannot deny the warmth that creeps across your skin the longer he looks at you. Thrawn's presence makes you almost dizzy, but the fear that had prickled at the base of your neck when you had been informed of his arrival had been replaced with something far more titillating.

“I must offer you my appreciation for your willingness to collaborate with the Empire, your highness, Thrawn praises you while you take a moment to sip the red wine you had been offered upon arrival. “I think you will find that I serve at your pleasure.”

“So it would seem,” you smile weakly, glancing across the table top. Pomegranate, oysters, wine. Your mind felt numb, slow to connect the thread that ran through each item— a singular quality they all shared.

“I wish to assure you of my commitment to ensuring you and your people are appropriately cared for,” Thrawn continues, elegantly standing from his seat at the head of the table and approaching where you sat like a Groundlion; a creature you knew belonged to the Chiss star system. “That our relationship continues to develop organically.”

The air around you vibrates as he approaches, your heart lurching. You had not failed to note the double meaning and slight innuendo to his comments. Flush paints your cheeks when you feel the slick wetness between your thighs, unable to look the Chiss in the eyes as he stands before you.

The Grand Admiral’s azure palm takes hold of your chin gently, tilting your head back and forcing you to look him in the eye. He’s poised, ice cold and stoic while he watches you burn up. “Don’t you agree?”

Pomegranate, wine, oysters. Pomegranate. Wine. Oysters.

Thrawn’s fingertips glide down your throat, tracing the dip of your sternum down down beneath your naval, leaving a devastating trail of arousal in the wake of his feather-light touch.

Pomegranate. Red Wine. Oysters.

Aphrodisiacs.

“Ah—“ you gasp the moment the word comes to mind, Thrawn’s fingertip brushing the curve of your sex and finding against your swollen, throbbing clit through the layers of fabric. Your eyes roll back, knuckles bleaching as he steadily and oh so easily works his hand beneath your skirts. Each motion is fluid, as easy as breathing.

“Apologies, your highness,” Thrawn spoke, his timbre even and mind-bendingly steady in comparison to your broken breaths of ecstasy. His fingers work through your folds, spreading your pussy lips and collecting your slick across his cerulean fingerprints. “I didn’t quite catch your reply.”

There’s a vague cruelty to his tone, enjoying your suffering. His eyes are glued to your expression, watching it crumple with desperation as he removes his touch from your sex raising his slick-drenched fingers to his lips and relishing in the taste when he presses the digits to his tongue.

Your chest heaves, utterly undignified with your thighs still spread in the hopes he’ll touch you again, trembling with need. Grand Admiral Thrawn’s eyes slip closed with a quiet hum of appreciation, removing his fingers from his tongue.

“Exquisite,” he husks, eyes dropping to you once more.

“Please—“ you beg him, far beyond the political ramifications and the threat of being labelled a co-conspirator.

“A princess should not beg,” he scolds you with an even tone, his hand easily working itself between your thighs once again, immediately finding your swollen clit and rolling it between his thumb and forefinger. It’s tortuous, your body practically folding in on itself at the devastating arousal that causes slick to leak down your thighs. “She should command her subject. Demand their service.”

You cannot even muster a plea of mercy, rocking your hips forward to grind your clit against his knuckles. He appears to savour the way pleasure contorts your expression, your brows knitting together and jaw falling slack as you chase the high that had so suddenly threatened to burst through you like a blaster charge.

“It would appear that we are destined to have a successful working relationship, your highness,” Thrawn muses, the flat expression on his face doing little to hide the gleeful glint in his eye at just how easy it was to reduce you to a trembling wreck. “Wouldn’t you agree?”

You have no time to answer, no chance to even suck air into your lungs before your vision goes white. Pure hot plasma bursts through your abdomen, running hot and thick like the magma on Mustafar. Sobbed wails of Thrawn’s name, sans his title pour from your lips as you grasp desperately at his wrist, drawing crimson blood from his cobalt wrist when you dig your nails in.

Over the roar of the blood in your ears, rapid heart pounding in your ears as Thrawn continuous to torture your clit through the orgasm that threatens to obliterate you, you hear a twinge in the Grand admiral’s voice. Smug.

“So it would seem.”

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respectfulkitfistosimp · 19 days

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And since I can't tell whether my brain is rotting or fermenting with Ahsoka, I can't help but think about how she feels strangely at peace after the ending so of course, I have to insert us into the narrative:

Like, you two have been running around the galaxy, following threat after threat, barely even having enough time to spend some quality time together doing nothing. Not worrying, not working, not training. Just meditating or talking, even just hanging out in silence as you soak in each other's presence because both of you know that what's good doesn't last forever.

So you two make the most of it while Ahsoka doesn't neglect Sabine's training and her own, but despite that there's still time left in the day for you two to enjoy a little picnic or lay in the grass while looking at the sky and at the clouds, exchanging your thoughts on what they look like.

You share your thoughts with her as you've always had and she laughs at them, not out of malice but out of sheer happiness and exciment that despite all of her training she can't contain. You, of course, laughed along with her, happy because of her happiness, I mean, when was the last time you saw her laugh this much in such a short time? It almost felt as if everything was better for a second and you two could forget about wathever enemy was waiting around the corner.

You slowly ached your hand toward Ahsoka's, reminiscent of the first time you two held hands, even your nerves were there. This time however, Ahsoka was the one that actually held your hand and you didn't know why exactly, maybe it was the weather or simply your love-drunk mind but the skin of her hands felt softer than normal despite the calluses on it, it's warmth traveled all the way from your hand to your heart, making it beat uncontrollably as you two looked at each other, her eyes held a blue more vibrant than the sky and her smile blinded you just as the sun did, followed by her melodic laughter and a teasing comment. You were too lost in the moment though to answer her, so with a small sight and slight shake of her head Ahsoka moved closer to you in the picnic blanket you had layed over the grass and rested her head against your shoulder, the small patch of skin that she touched was enough to set your nerves ablaze and fill you with what could only be described as pure, unbridled joy.

And since I heard somewhere (no idea whether it's true or not) that togrutas are like cats, I thought to make a NSFW post about Ahsoka x female!reader here, so sorry if it's not good, this is my first time writing lemon

#star wars #ahsoka tano #star wars ahsoka #ahsoka #ahsoka x reader #ahsoka x y/n #ahsoka x you #ahsoka headcanons #destroy me alien woman #claim my soul #which is rightfully yours

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adrunkskeletonsduck · 1 year

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Can I have some platonic fluff between Ahsoka and a fem!reader who's been bullied? Please??

Yes you cannn! I don’t know what has happened in your life considering I don’t know you, or why your requesting this but to anyone who has ever been bullied your worth is in more then just their words 💗

A Cᴜʀᴇ ᴛᴏ Vᴇɴᴏᴍ

➜ Pairing: Platonic!Ahsoka x reader

➜ Synopsis: Spiteful words were a sickness. They infected you, plaguing you with doubt and fright while attacking every set of praise stored away in your mind to twist it into something vile and untrue. Being a recipient to the hate was a reality you had you had come to accept over the course of your training as a padawan and while it tore you apart the most while you were a youngling, you assumed that at your age you would be immune to it, but after a padawan from your childhood that often infected you with foul words reappears again, you're self esteem is left shattered but Ahsoka is there to pick up the peices.

➜ Warnings: Fem!reader, y/n used, mentions of bullying and degradation towards the reader, fluff

➜ Word Count: 1.0k

➜ Notes: I've been posting sm Ahsoka stuff latley hahaha

Sᴛᴀʀᴡᴀʀs Mᴀsᴛᴇʀʟɪsᴛ

“Y/n?” you heard Ahsoka before you saw her, she came to a stop in front of you, her brows furrowed and worry washing over her as she looked at your trembling figure. Although she couldn't see that you were crying, she knew you well enough that she could tell something was very wrong. Kneeling down in front of you she spoke, “Are you okay? Why are you out here?”

You hadn't meant for her to see you like this, or, for a matter of the fact, anyone to see you like this. Hugging your knees to your chest and pressing your forehead against them so that you were looking down into your lap, or at least you would have been if your eyes hadn't been shut tightly as hot tears ran down your cheeks and neck. You hadn't meant for her to see you like this, that’s why you had chosen this spot to run to. Because it was tucked away in the corner of the Temple gardens, guarded by large bushes of flowers and looming trees, that shielded you from the prying eyes of others.

You didn’t dare look up even as she placed her hand on your shoulder comfortingly and asked you what had happened and why you were crying once more. You didn’t want her seeing you like this, you needed to pull yourself together for her, even if it was just for a short bit of time, you didn’t want her thinking about you as weak or pathetic the way everyone else seemed to.

“Please tell me what happened?” she asked again gently. You let out a shaky breath wiping at your tears hurriedly and sniffing. You pulled your lips into an unconvincing smile and let out a rough laugh.

“Nothing happened, I'm fine, it doesn’t even matter.” Your voice shook as you spoke, wavering unconvincingly and you knew she didn’t believe.

“You know that’s not true just as much as I do,” she stated, her tone was hard but then softened as she continued, “You can tell me anything, I’m always here for you.” You pursed your lips, closed your eyes and looked up at the sky, praying to your maker to give you the strength to get through this interaction.

“Please Ahsoka, just go, I don’t want to bother you with this.” You couldn’t look at her, because you knew that if you did, you’d break. “Besides,” you whispered, “you already know.” You had told Ahsoka about the relentless bullying the other kids had put you through as a youngling. When you became a padawan you no longer saw them as often and it came to a stop, but their words stuck with you and every now and then you’d bump into one of them at the temple and they would throw a weak insult at you and you’d break down like a little kid all over again.

Their words seeped into your mind like venom once more, corrupting your thoughts to sound like theirs. Maybe you really were pathetic, sitting here crying over petty insults like this. How could you ever call yourself a Jedi?

Her face fell quickly, worry shining in her eyes and her lips pulled into a deep frown as she leaned in to hug you tightly. That’s all it took before your body was shaking against hers and the tears that had been sitting in your waterline came pouring down your face again as you practically gasped for breath.

“Our masters they put us, me and Jana, together for training a-and she – god s-she just kept beating me and that was fine, but when our masters came back and st-started to watch our m-match she-” you had to stop talking, your words drowned by tears.

“She what?” Ahsoka urged you to continue, rubbing your back in a circular motion and pulling away so she could look you in your eye. Her jaw was clenched and anger was rolling of her in waves, she hated to see you like this, and it made her mad that people could be so cruel as to do this to someone as sweet as you. She knew firsthand how much you cared for others, always taking care of those closest to you before yourself.

“S-she made a complete fool of me on purpose, in front of our masters, and then she started calling me names, telling me I was a pathetic excuse of a Jedi and brought shame to the order...” You cried, looking away from Ahsoka and bringing a hand to your face, furiously wiping away your tears.

“None of those things are true. You’re an amazing Jedi, and an incredibly kind person, she's completely wrong.” Ahsoka reassured you, but you just shook your head, your reply coming out in a rough whisper, throat raw from crying. The venomous words of others that had been drilled deeply into your mind made it hard to believe her.

“You’re just saying that, everyone is.”

Ahsoka didn’t know how to get you to believe her, there was nothing but truth to her words. Everyone she spoke to had only good things to say about you, praising your fighting technique and kind character.

“No, I mean every word of it. The order is lucky to have someone so skilled and as kind as you. You're everything a Jedi should be.” Although not convinced you nodded along to her words, taking slow steady breaths as you tried to calm yourself down. It took a moment, but slowly the tears stopped and your breathing evened out.

You leaned forward pulling Ahsoka into another hug and closing your eyes as you whispered a ‘thank you’ to her. She replied to your gratitude with a nod, snaking her arms around you and holding you just as tightly as you held her. The two of you stayed like that for a while, and she hoped that you could one day grow to see yourself as the amazing person you truly were.

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starfirekvg · 1 year

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Anakin Skywalker is the reason why I'm alive but this fanart and picture is the reason why I keep going🙏🏼

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aceandersonn · 9 months

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Hello! Can I request a story? (Anakin Skywalker x gn!Reader?)

Can the Reader be Anakin's Padawan? Like recently, Ahsoka left the order and Anakin's sorta grieving over it Maybe the reader has recently lost their own Master so they're also upset about that. Reader has an big crush on Anakin and vice versa. but he's typical Ani and acts mean and scary. I dunno, i just liked the idea and saw you were taking requests. Sorry for grammatical mistakes. English isn't my first language <3 Thank you and have a good day!

A/N: Hello there Anon! I am so sorry about the wait. I am writing multiple stories atm and only just got around to this. Hope you like it<3 And let me know if you want a Part Two. I feel like I could possibly add some more to this story. -Ace

The World is a Cruel Place (PART ONE?)

(Anakin Skywalker x gn!reader)

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Story Outline: Your previous Master was unexpectedly killed on the battlefield, and you find yourself with a new Master, who he himself has recently lost his own Padawan. Your new Master is cold towards you, and you fear that you may never get him to appreciate you as a Padawan. Until one day, you find out your very much mistaken.

Word Count: 2918 (basically 3000. . .)

Warning(s): Not proof read, so there is probably mistakes, Swearing, Anakin is a bully, ANGST-y?, MAKE OUT SCENE, maybe hair pulling kink?

It was one of those days at the Jedi Temple where nothing in particular was going on. Except for the fact that you were getting a new Master to complete your Padawan Training. It would have been a big deal to you if it weren’t for the fact your previous Master had recently been killed in front of you only a few days prior. So, you sat anxiously in the council room, awaiting Master Yoda’s decision on who would be your new Master.

The old Jedi was walking around in a circle in the decently-sized council room, stroking his chin and lost in thought. You watched him as he hobbled about, thinking about who he could possibly pick to be your next mentor. It wasn’t before long he stopped in his tracks and hummed to himself, which could only mean one thing.

“Perfect choice for you, I have thought of.” Yoda said cheerfully. You stood up abruptly from the seat you sat on prior. Yoda slowly walked over to you and grabbed both of your hands. “He too, lost a Padawan. Help each other recover, I know you can.” Your eyes widen at his words. A Jedi Master has lost a Padawan? Isn’t a Master supposed to protect their Padawan’s at all cost? Which Jedi Master could be so reckless? “Sense your conflict, I do. About your new Masters old Padawan, yes?” You nodded and looked away from the older Jedi. Yoda chuckled and let go of your hands before heading to the door. “Master Skywalker didn’t lose a Padawan to the Force, young one. His Padawan left the order, she did.” You silently gasped. Master Skywalker? As in, Anakin Skywalker? The famous Chosen One? Yoda once again chuckled and shook his head.

“Didn’t expect Skywalker to be your new mentor, no?”

“N-no, Master. I didn’t.” you stumbled on your words. Yoda reached the door and opened it, revealing the Jedi himself, and his own previous mentor.

“Master Kenobi and young Skywalker, glad to see you, I am.” Yoda announced. You examined the two jedi and gulped when your eyes met Anakin’s. Not only was he taller than you expected, but way more handsome than any holograms you’ve seen of him in interviews. You could feel your jaw slightly dropping open, but immediately clenched it when you noticed Anakin was examining you too.

“Master Yoda, we came here to announce the-”

“Master Kenobi, hear about the War later, I will. Right now, we will discuss young Skywalker’s new Padawan.” Yoda interrupted Obi-Wan mid sentence. You notice that both Jedi’s mouths dropped, but not as far as Anakin’s. His jaw practically fell onto the floor; and his eyes widened so much, you were positive they would pop out of his skull.

“New Padawan? But Master Yoda, I didn’t request-” Anakin began to argue but Yoda didn’t have any of it and hit his leg with his cane, to which Anakin winced at.

“Any complaints about this arrangement, not have, I will. You will train young L/N and ensure her success as a Jedi Knight. Then after her training, become a Jedi Master, you will.”

Anakin seemed to calm down a bit when he heard about his stepping up in ranks to become a Master Jedi. He once again looked at you but with an unreadable gaze. You attempted a small smile to perhaps change his cold demeanour, but he only scowled at you before looking away and re-focusing his attention at Yoda.

You shrugged at his attitude and assumed it had to do with his mission he just got back from. But boy, were you wrong.

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“Padawan, why are you late?”

You stood up straight from your slouching position and locked eyes with your new Master, Anakin Skywalker. You looked over to the wall at the entrance of the massive training room where a clock was displayed.

“Master, I am on time. Unless you count those-”

“You’re two minutes late, two minutes of valuable time that I could be training you to be better. Remember my rules, Padawan?” Your master interrupted to continue his rant, to which you rolled your eyes before replying.

“Every one minute late, equals-”

“-ten laps around the training room. So, at the end of our usual training, I expect you to stay afterwards and do your twenty laps. Then you are free to do whatever you want.”

You huffed. When you found out your new Master would be Anakin Skywalker, you thought your life was going to change. You were correct on that; but it wasn’t how you expected. Anakin was incredibly harsh on you and was always going all out on your training. You usually found yourself too exhausted to do anything in your free time, as you normally went to your chambers to have a nap.

The missions you went on were even worse!

Since Anakin Skywalker was a general for one of the biggest Clone Squads, you constantly found yourself on missions that were much more dangerous than the ones you and your previous master went on. People were constantly dying all around you and some deaths could've been easily prevented.

On top of that, the trauma from your previous master haunted you like a lost soul. Your nightmares about them got so bad that you often didn’t sleep at night in fear of having those dreams. An endless cycle of your master getting stabbed by Ventress over and over and over. And as previously mentioned, Anakin did nothing but make you dread things more.

“Padawan, you sure are in Lala Land today, aren’t you?” your thoughts were interrupted when you suddenly tripped and fell over, and met face to face with your Masters chest, to which he stumbled back from and nearly fell over too.

“Oh my! I am so sorry, Master. I didn’t-” you tried to apologise but he waved his hand in dismissal.

“Save it Padawan, I don’t need to hear your excuses. Just, please, try and focus or you’re wasting both of our time.” You nodded your head and began to practise sparring with your Master once more. But it wasn’t before long you once again were knocked from your feet and you fell flat on your back with two lightsabers pointed at your chest.

“What is it, Padawan? You’re usually not this bad.” Anakin said smugly with an evil smirk gracing his features. Oh how badly you wanted to punch the smirk off of it.

“Wow Master, you could at least ask me if everything is alright. Yet again, you never did care for me enough did you?” You said through gritted teeth. Anakin raised his brow at you before deactivating your sabre and handing it to you.

“I care for you, I just don’t frolic around and make you feel special like your previous Master. This is the real world; it’s not nice. So you need to grow up and get used to it.”

You just about exploded with tears right there and then. How dare he talk about your old Master like that? The one person who made sure you were standing here, alive and well today. You stood up abruptly from the ground and stormed out of the room, ignoring Anakin’s orders to return to him immediately.

Once you were a bit ways from the training room, that’s when you let your thoughts cloud your mind. How could such a beautiful man act like such an arse? You will admit, you had a massive crush on your Master. He was tall, handsome, and not to mention, fearless. He was very intimidating, which you loved.

When he first became your mentor, you fantasised about him nearly every night, which often led you to blushing madly when you were around him the next day. But you knew he would never like you the way you liked him. From how he presented himself as a Jedi, you knew he would never break the code for someone like you.

You sighed in frustration to where your thoughts were spiralling your mind into. You clenched your jaw tightly and began to pick up the pace to where your chambers laid.

Why do you like Anakin anyway? All he does all day is insult your technique, and how you could try better. You do try! You began to mumble angrily at yourself, and before long, you found yourself projecting each of your thoughts with no shame at all.

“How could he? That stupid. . .goodie-two-shoed Jedi–”

“Who are you cursing about?” a voice interrupted your small tantrum and you turned around quickly on your heels and noticed it was Obi-Wan Kenobi, Anakin’s previous Master. Oh, what joy.

“Oh, I’m sorry, Master Kenobi. . .I-I was just–”

“Is Anakin being difficult on you, Padawan?” He asked as he stepped closer to you so you could hear each other better.

You sighed heavily before nodding your head quickly.

“Y-yes, Master. But I think he’s sorta right on some things.” You sniffed and crossed your arms to hug yourself.

“Anakin says things he doesn’t mean sometimes. And, you also need to consider he also just lost one of his closest friends, Ahsoka Tano. He feels like he failed as a mentor. I’m not trying to say what he said was right; maybe it is, maybe it isn’t. But you need to try and be more–how do I put this. . .” He trailed off, stroking his beard as he thought of the correct word. You watched him for a moment before understanding what he was trying to get at.

“I think I understand what you are trying to say. Master Yoda was right, I think we could help each other get over the pain that was left from our past ‘partners.’ But, Master Kenobi, I am not sure how I can start being better for his standards. He thinks I’m weak and not capable of being a Jedi.”

Obi-Wan raises a brow at this and also crosses his arms.

“What makes you think that?”

You inhaled deeply before looking down at the floor.

“Well, he’s always. . .”

“I don’t think you’re incapable of being a Jedi.” A familiar voice interrupts your train of thought, to which you whip your head around and see the man himself that was causing all the problems.

“Hello, Anakin. I think you better make up with your Padawan. And y/n, I think you have some things to tell him too.” Obi-Wan said before nodding his head at the both of you and walking off down the hallways to wherever he was heading originally.

Anakin watched him for a moment before turning his attention back at you.

“Hello, y/n.”

You froze in place at his simple greeting. He has never called you by your real name before. It was either ‘padawan’ or no name at all.

“You called me by my name.” you said quietly, the corners of your mouth threatening to smile.

Anakin raised his brow. “And? Last I checked, it’s normal for someone to have a name. In fact, it would be abnormal to not have one.”

Your face dropped into a neutral one again. Of course he went back to square one where he acts like a complete arsehole for no reason at all.

“What’s the long face for? I didn’t say anything rude to you.”

You sighed, he was right. You were just overreacting over small things. Maybe you did need to grow up and start acting more mature.

“Nothing, just–ignore me. I am going to head to my chambers now, good-bye Anakin.” You began to walk past him but a hand reached out and grabbed you before you could go any further.

“I need to tell you something, but in a more private place. C’mon.” And with a harsh tug, he began to pull you towards wherever he wanted to go to ‘talk’.

“Hey, you can’t–”

You decided it was no use arguing, as his grip only tightened on you arm and you were now being dragged instead of guided. You noticed he was leading you to where all the Jedi Knights rooms laid. You eventually stopped at a door and you caught your breath.

“Um, where are we?” you asked your Master, to which you gained no reply. The door to the room opened and you got pulled into it.

“Hey, you can’t just drag people like that, I think you dislocated my-”

“Shut up!”

His voice started you and you flinched at it. You backed up towards the door and pressed yourself against it. Anakin watched you and followed your slow movement. You soon found yourself pressed against the door and Anakin’s broad chest. You inhaled quickly and tried to get past him.

“I have some things I need to tell you, y/n.” He whispered in your ear. Your breath hitched at the close distance between you and your Master. Isn’t this a bit inappropriate?

“Master Skywalker, please move back a bit. I can’t breathe.” you said, attempting to push him away. But to no avail, he only moved closer to you. You could feel his breath on your neck and you shivered. It was a similar scenario to all your dreams, only you were shoving Anakin against a wall. You felt heat begin to rise to your cheeks.

“Call me Anakin when it’s just you and me.” he said, and your ears perked at this new side of him. Your strict Master was asking you to call him by his first name? That’s a new one.

“What?”

“Anakin.” he simply replied. You rolled your eyes and exhaled heavily.

“No, I know what you said. But, why? It’s part of being a Padawan–” you were interrupted when he shoved you even further against the door and felt his lips brush against yours. At this point, you knew you were a blushing mess; all the butterflies in your stomach were now roaming freely, much to your dismay.

But nothing could compare to the shock you felt when Anakin’s lips met yours. The kiss was soft and passionate, and his lips moulded against yours perfectly; like you were always meant to be together. Then reality came crashing in: your Master was kissing you. All the warnings of the Jedi Council and the Codes filled your mind, to which you disconnected your lips from Anakin. You attempted to once again push him away, but you failed miserably. This man was like a mountain; unmovable.

“A-Anakin, we can’t. It goes against the Code of the Jedi.” Anakin ignored your pleas and began to kiss your cheek and jawline. You felt his hands move to your waist and goosebumps formed on your skin. What was he doing to you?

“Y/n, I don’t care what the Jedi Code says, or the council. It’s all nonsense.” At this point, his kisses were trailing from your jaw to your neck to which you inhaled sharply at the contact.

“A-Anakin. . .this isn’t right,” you tried to hold back a moan but failed when he began to softly suck and lick at the most sensitive part of your neck.

“Shh, don’t talk so much, y/n.”

His hands moved up to your back and he nestled his head into the crook of your neck and inhaled your scent. You moaned quietly when he began to bite at your collarbone.

“Anakin, please kiss me,” You finally gave in, to which he obliged. You felt his lips reconnect with yours once again and you sighed into it. Your hands soon found its way to his long hair and you buried it into his curls, tugging on it slightly. You heard him moan into the kiss and you smirked at it.

“Do you like that, Anakin?” You asked with a playful tone. Anakin nodded his head and continued to kiss you with more passion than before. You then decided to take matters into your own hands and turned him around a full 180 degrees. Now you were the one pinning him against the door.

“W-What are you doing, y/n?” Anakin stuttered, clearly flustered at how fast you took control.

“You have some explaining to do, Anakin.” You said with a harsh tone of voice. Anakin swallowed hard and looked down at the tiled floor of his chambers.

“I-I am in love with you, I think.” he said, barely above a whisper.

“Skywalker, that’s not an apology for how you treated me since I became your Padawan. Do you need me to tell you how to apologise?” You moved your hand into his hair and yanked it, to which Anakin cried out in pain. But you could tell he was enjoying it by the way his breathing had picked up.

“C’mon, Master, I’m waiting for a proper apology.”

“S-sorry, my dear Padawan for being an arse to you. Will you please forgive me and kiss me some more?”

You stared at his sapphire eyes and noticed how needy he looked. It was almost pathetic how your Master, the ‘Hero with no Fear’, was being an absolute child. You sighed heavily and an evil smirk crossed your face.

“No, I don’t think I will kiss you. A wise Jedi once told me the world was cruel and things don’t always go your way. But, I will forgive you, Master.”

Proud at how you used his own words against him, you unlocked the door to his room, and ran out; heading towards where your own chambers awaited.

A/N

Y/N is a freaking badass 😎 Anyway, I hope you enjoyed the story! And, I am taking requests! So feel free to ask for a story :)

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i wanna sit on his lap 😫

gif by @frc-ambaradan

thrawn x f!reader smut

thrawn’s working, and you just wanna ride him a little

thrawn tries to not pay you any mind as he listens to morgan elsbeth’s reports once more, but it’s hard to focus when you keep squirming and whining on his lap. and you’ve been at it for a few minutes now, voice growing louder when you feel thrawn’s clothed cock, hard and pulsing, against your ass.

you turn back, and he doesn’t even spare you a glance, “thrawn, you’re so big,” you whine, trying desperately to rub your wetness against him, “can i take it out? please…please,” you quickly glance at the wet stain you made on his crotch, “i just want the tip. please, will you let me? thrawn?”

the look he gives you is almost teasing, giving you a small smirk as he raises an eyebrow, “if you must.”

you groan loudly as you hurriedly take him out of his uniform, the bulbous head almost swollen and dripping with precum. despite thrawn’s obvious arousal, he barely acknowledges it, eyes still focusing on the holo where he now reads some report.

you turn back to rub your ass against thrawn’s bare cock, moaning when you feel his pre smearing your cheeks. you tilt your ass higher, moaning in relief when you feel the head of his cock bump against your clit, and lower..lower…until you notch yourself on his cock.

thrawn sucks in a sharp inhale when he feels the tip of his cock inside your wet heat, but says nothing.

you, on the other hand, grip the edge of his desk as you try to keep yourself from collapsing. “oh god,” your eyes roll to the back of your head, legs shaking in pleasure as you slowly move, forward…backward…fucking yourself on the tip of his cock. you can barely take him, even with just the tip.

he hums, now watching in mild amusement (and growing pleasure) as you desperately hump his thick mushroom head, your asscheeks bouncing in time with your moans. you’re close, he can feel it, as you squeeze around him involuntarily, your whining growing louder, the juices of your cunt now streaming down the length of his cock and drenching his balls. and thrawn could cum just like this. he could just let you fuck yourself into orgasm. but you know better.

your ears are ringing so much as you work yourself to orgasm, not even noticing that thrawn has turned off the holo, nor did you feel his arm wrapping against your middle. you only starting to notice it when—

“ah!”

thrawn pulls you close to him, arm around you as he pulls you down his cock so that he’s balls deep in your cunt. your squeal was followed by a grunt from him, rasping against your ear as he humps you once, twice, and—

“fuck, thrawn, i’m cumming!”

and you go boneless against him as you cum, limbs shaking as you jerk against him, drenching his cock in your juices.

thrawn’s lips curls slightly as he guides your hips to pull your cunt away from his cock, only to pull you back in until he’s all the way in. he makes sure he’s all snug inside as he feels his balls tightening.

“i’m gonna cum,” he whispers, and thrawn quietly groans as he empties his cum inside you.

barely half-conscious, you turn to watch him, a shadow of a smile on his face as he rides his orgasm. “fuck,” you exclaim, feeling his cum shoot from the tip of his cock to flood your walls, some already leaking out and dripping down to his balls and to the carpeted floor, “fuck you came a lot.”

he opens his eyes to look at you, eyes red and blown with lust, “i have more.”

this is how i sleep at night after flicking it to thrawn (ive become a full blown degenerate who would 100% fuck the old man)

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