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The Jedi and the Loth Rat (Episode 2)
Kanan Jarrus x Padawan!Reader
link to Episode 1
Warnings: Canon-typical violence/alien beast killing, beginnings of some fluffy romantic angst, mentions of bodies/weight (with the goal of talking positively about weight gain)
Summary: You, Kanan's young (adult) female padawan, are having a hard time adjusting to your new life aboard the Ghost, particularly when you find out that your master, for whom you have complicated feelings, wants to find another Jedi to teach you (reminder—in this AU, there is nothing romantic between Kanan and Hera)
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You sat on the hard ground, your legs folded, your back straight, in proper form. Your eyes were closed. You breathed in.
"Focus," Kanan told you, his voice ringing in your ears as if he were speaking to you from inside a cone of glass. You breathed, focusing all of your energy on the ground beneath you. You reached out, feeling without your fingers. You felt the rock, the sand, the dirt, felt through it all to what sat on top of it. You felt as if you were the ground. You could feel blades of grass growing through you. You could feel your own weight, could feel Kanan's weight, could feel his heart beating through his ankles as he sat. You could feel every stone. Slowly, tentatively, you began to channel this energy. You heard the hum of the ever-living Force as you felt the pebbles and stones around you beginning to lift. You smiled.
"Y/N," you heard Kanan say, and you snapped your eyes open.
For just a moment, you saw the stones of Lothal floating all around you, enclosing you and Kanan in a cylinder of debris. Then your eyes focused on the sea green irises in front of you, that warm, familiar presence in the Force, and you felt all of the stones drop, felt your connection to the ground and the grass passing out of you. You sighed, annoyed.
"You're doing great, Y/N. You just need to learn to keep your focus." Kanan smiled encouragingly at you, and you felt the beginnings of sweat begin to prickle under your arms, your face growing hot. You knew the reason you were having a problem with focusing, but you wouldn't admit it, not even to yourself.
"Did you SEE that? Did you see what Y/N just did?" You heard Sabine yell triumphantly from behind you, where she sat on the Ghost's open ramp. Chopper beeped.
"Eh," Zeb said reluctantly. "I've seen stuff float before." He stood atop the Ghost's gunner, fixing one of the turning anchors.
"Don't listen to him," Sabine said to you, running down into the grass, closer to where you and Kanan were sitting. "That was totally insane."
"Thanks, Sabine," you said, smiling at her and taking the hand she offered to help you up out of your seated position.
The last two months had been the happiest months you'd had since...since you were small. Since your parents had disappeared. You would never admit it, particularly not to Zeb, but the feeling of being in a crew like this—the feeling of being part of a team, of forming real connections—lit within you a devastating warmth, a fire and energy you hadn't known in years. It was a feeling you knew to fear, because you knew what it meant to have a family, and to lose one. Chopper beeped again from the top of the ramp.
"Chop says dinner's ready," Kanan translated, standing up and making for the Ghost.
"Chopper made dinner?" you asked, laughing.
"Hey, even a Loth weasel could rehydrate Tawl beans," Sabine joked, hooking an arm around your neck.
"Tawl beans? Great," Zeb said sarcastically, jumping down from the gunner to enter the ship with the rest of the crew.
"Guess it's time for another supply run soon," Kanan said, pressing the button to raise the ramp once everyone was inside. You made your way to the main hull, sitting around the table with Sabine and Zeb while Chopper, that roguish bundle of wires and metal, pressed the buttons on the rehydrater to pour out helpings of the flavorful, nutrient-rich beans into bowls. As Kanan passed these around, you noticed once again that your helping was the largest by far, larger even than Zeb's. You said nothing. You knew that Kanan had instructed the entire crew to serve you extra food, knew that he had done so with good intentions, but it had been two months. You could admit that you had gained some much-needed weight and muscle since you'd joined the ghost crew. Your days of scavenging being over, you were finally receiving three solid, nutritious meals a day, and you had watched as your body filled in certain places, grew tighter and stronger in others from the daily training exercises Kanan put you through. Still, Kanan's insistence on making sure you had enough to eat, and his cautious, watchful eye, made you feel a little uncomfortable. You worried that maybe he thought you were the weak link—that maybe he saw you only as a child, someone that needed to be cared for, watched. You were not a child, anymore, and you didn't want him to think you were scrawny, or fragile.
As if sensing your train of thought, Kanan looked at you curiously, and you worked to place a contented-feeling lens over your Force presence, keeping your face inexpressive as you began to eat your Tawl beans with the rest of the crew. Over the past two months, you'd trained almost daily with the illustrious Jedi, and you'd grown very fond of him. A bit too fond, you thought, and you forced the idea out of your brain once again, making sure to keep your Force block heavy. As his padawan, you admired Kanan for so many reasons—his strength, his gentle energy, his empathy, his leadership and care for the rest of the crew. You'd developed a very close bond in friendship with him, and it was this bond that threatened you now. A bond as strong as the one developing between the two of you, master and padawan, meant that Kanan was very sensitive to your changes in energy—your thoughts, feelings. You, in turn, could readily intuit Kanan's changes in mood. Of course, Kanan could not read your thoughts—for this you were very grateful—but he could feel your unease, your fear of failure, your insecurity as you navigated both your training and your adjustment to life within this group of extraordinary individuals. In some ways, it was difficult being so in tune with Kanan. In other ways, ways you wouldn't admit even to yourself, you craved this closeness. You wanted more.
"We have an incoming transmission," Hera told the crew, coming into the hull from the cockpit. "From Commander Sato." Hera took the only remaining bowl of beans and sat, placing the long-distance comm in the middle of the table. Commander Sato's grainy hologram projected from the small device.
"Rebels," the commander began, "we are in dire need of your assistance. A fleet departed from the squadron to deliver supplies to the base on Atollon, led by Fulcrum herself, two days ago." The commander paused, clearing his throat. "They never made it to Atollon. We don't know where they are." Sato turned to face Kanan, who lowered his bowl, straightening. "We have no way of tracking them," Sato said, "and we require...special assistance." Kanan nodded.
"I can't guarantee that we will be able to find them," Kanan said, "but we will do our best."
"Thank you," the commander replied formally, saluting the Jedi, and then Hera. "Contact us again when you can, Captain Syndulla."
"We will," Hera told him, before the transmission cut off, and the hologram disappeared.
"Guess the supply run will have to wait," Zeb said, eyeing his Tawl beans scornfully.
"Who's Fulcrum?" you asked, curious, lowering your bowl to the table.
Zeb snorted. "That's need to know."
"Yeah, and we don't even know," Sabine said, looking from Kanan to Hera.
"Fulcrum is our contact from within the wider galactic rebellion," Hera told you. "Her identity is kept secret for all our sakes." You nodded, narrowing your eyes. You didn’t like secrets.
"Finish your beans," Kanan told you, getting up to return to his quarters. You scowled. You knew that Kanan watched over you out of care, but he spoke as if he would to a child, and this frustrated you. You reluctantly did as he instructed, finishing the bowl before putting it into the dish refresher and returning to your bunk. Sabine followed you.
"I don't know about you, but I'm feeling inspired," Sabine said, scoping the walls of the room you shared, looking for blank space that hadn't yet been painted on, drawn on, or colored in some way.
"I don't share the sentiment," you said, throwing yourself onto your bunk in an irritated silence.
"What? Why?" Sabine asked you, sitting down on the edge of your bed, situated beneath hers. "Your training is going so well. That rock thing was the coolest—"
"Training is going fine," you said, cutting her off and massaging your temples. "But Kanan doesn't trust me. He's watching over me like I'm about to break, at any second." You sighed. "And neither does Hera. She won't tell me who Fulcrum is, and I have this weird sense..." you paused, thinking hard, "I have this weird sense about Fulcrum. I'm not sure what it means."
Sabine put a bracing hand on your arm. "Kanan and Hera trust you fully. I know it's frustrating, the Fulcrum secrecy," Sabine laughed, "but we need to trust Hera, in that respect. At least when it comes to the inner workings of the rebellion." Sabine looked at you and smiled, a bit of a playful smile, and continued. "And Kanan...well, I could say that's just the way that he is, but..." Sabine grinned a bit too widely. You held your breath. "I mean, I don't understand any of that Jedi stuff," she backtracked. "Maybe you should talk to him about it yourself."
This thought was nerve-wracking, but then again, you were never one to back down from anyone, not even Kanan. You nodded in agreement, standing up.
"Go easy on him, though," Sabine said, laughing at your expression. She appreciated having another girl on board, a girl close to her age, a girl more temperamental and volatile than Zeb and Chopper combined.
"I have no idea what you mean," you said, raising your nose in the air, and you left Sabine laughing in your room, striding across the hallway to Kanan's quarters.
"Come in," you heard him say, before you'd knocked. You knew what Zeb meant. Jedi could be annoying. You pressed the button on the side panel to open the door.
You found Kanan in a kneeled position, his eyes closed, the holocron open in front of him. Its many pieces floated around, in the middle them a mess of stars, a blurry universe in which you couldn't make out specific shapes.
"What are you doing with the holocron?" You asked inquisitively, pressing the button to close the door behind you.
"I'm searching," Kanan responded, keeping his eyes closed. "Searching for Fulcrum."
This interested you. "The holocron can find people?" You asked, your eyes wide, as you kneeled down on its other side, facing Kanan.
"Some people," Kanan responded. "The workings of the holocron are illusive...ever-changing. Much like the Force." He opened his eyes, to look at you, and when he did, the holocron snapped back into its shape.
"Fulcrum is a Jedi Knight. Or, at least, someone who was once a Jedi..." Kanan said. You raised your eyebrows involuntarily. "A Jedi named Ahsoka Tano."
"Why are you telling me this, if you haven't told Sabine and Zeb?" you asked, genuinely curious.
"Because I know you're frustrated, Y/N." Your breath stopped in your throat as Kanan spoke. "And I know why." You looked at him, startled. He knew...what? That you wanted him to see you as an equal? That you wanted him to recognize your strength, your resilience? That you wanted him to regard you with less caution, less care, regard you as he would Hera, or Sabine, or Zeb? Perhaps that you wanted him to regard you as more than he would the rest of his crew? That you wanted...you pushed the thoughts again out of your mind, strengthening the mask over your Force presence.
"I worry that I won't be able to teach you much longer," Kanan continued, and at this, your heart dropped through the floor of the Ghost, to the ground below. "You're growing so strong, so fast...it's difficult. I'm telling you of Ahsoka's existence because I believe she might be a more fitting master for you. I believe she might be able to train you in ways I cannot."
You listened to his words, clinging to your Force mask, but it was difficult. You felt tears forming behind your eyes, but you willed them not to spill. Not yet. He didn't want to train you. He didn't want to train you because he didn't care for you, at least, not in the way you cared for him. He could never care for you, like that. He wanted to dump you off on some other Jedi. He was sick of having you on his crew, sick of trying to make sure you were strong enough, annoyed at having to watch over you. Your stomach churned, a ball of fire in your throat. You didn't feel you could speak, or else the fire would spill out into your mouth, into your eyes, the tears threatening to flow.
"Y/N? Are you all right?" Kanan asked, but you would not look at him.
"Yes," you managed. "I just need to process this." You were amazed at how steady your words sounded, how emotionless, how casual. You'd always had the gift of manipulating your voice. You supposed at least some of your Force abilities might prove useful. "Of course," Kanan said, nodding to you that you may leave, and without a glance back at him, you plunged yourself out of his quarters, walking quickly to the ladder to the lower deck. As you descended to your hiding place, your Force block fell away, and you let the tears fall.
"Are you sure these are the right coordinates?" Hera asked Kanan, sitting in the pilot's seat, him in the co-pilot's.
"No," Kanan said honestly, "but it's a lead. There's some kind of Force wrinkle there. We should be ready for anything."
"Prepare to leave," Hera said over the ship's comms, instructing the rest of her crew into position. Kanan performed his few co-pilot duties as the ship took off, and then sat back, deep in thought.
He didn't want to have to stop your training. The thought of finding Ahsoka, of leaving you with her, made his mouth go dry, made him want to run from the room. But it was the only way—he'd sensed your frustration at his training, sensed that you knew your abilities far outstripped his. And in almost all ways, they did. While Kanan could teach you what he'd learned of the Force, the Jedi ways of old, your ability to wield it and to harness its power far exceeded his own. You were stronger than even you knew. Kanan had meditated and meditated, and he could see no other alternative—you needed a better teacher than him. You needed someone who could keep up with you.
"You hanging in, Spectre 1?" Hera asked, looking over at Kanan, whose hands were over his eyes.
"Hanging in just fine, Spectre 2." Kanan looked out the viewport at hyperspace as it flashed by. He knew he must let go of his own feelings, knew he must forgo attachments. He thought back over the last few months he'd had with you, how you had grown sturdier, so strong, so healthy, right in front of him. He'd seen you work through and master skills in the Force that had taken him years in mere days. He dwelled for a moment on the memory of your face, triumphant, when you'd opened your eyes to find that you'd floated the entire Ghost up into the air. Your eyes had shown so brightly. You'd been so pleased.
Kanan rapidly pushed his thoughts and feelings away. He knew what was best for you, knew what was best for your training, and he mustn't let his own feelings get in the way.
"Coming out of hyperspace in 3...2..." Hera spoke over the comms. The ship emerged, somewhere in deep space, revealing in front of them the form of a freighter that looked as if it had no power.
"That's Fulcrum's ship," Hera said, looking puzzled.
"Something's wrong," Kanan said, his Force presence snapping into focus.
"Prepare to board," Hera said over the comms, hurrying out of the cockpit, Kanan behind her.
"I'm sensing—" you said to Kanan as the crew ran to get in position at the back of the ship.
"I know," Kanan replied, understanding that you both had sensed the same disturbance.
"So we're just willingly walking into danger, no planning, no backup?" You asked, your voice full of snark.
"Just like we always do!" Hera said brightly. "Chopper, open the gate."
The ghost crew inched forward onto the freighter. It looked deserted—the lights were out, and except for a flicker and spark here and there, all was quiet. The crew continued through the hallway, looking at each other. They'd all noticed the state of the ship—that panels were broken everywhere, the metals of parts of the wall pulled back, lights broken.
"Was this the scene of a fight?" You whispered.
"Not a fight with blasters," Hera whispered back, examining the torn metal on the floors and walls.
"Not a great sign," Zeb said, a bit too loudly. Before it happened, you and Kanan both turned quickly, watching as the large, clawed creature jumped toward Zeb's back. Kanan, his lightsaber drawn faster than visible to the eye, cut it to pieces, the large growl escaping its lips causing everyone to turn in shock.
"Gundarks!" Hera shouted, as two more of them ran through the ship's abandoned hallway toward the crew. Kanan saw you draw your lightsaber, thanking his stars that you had found that kyber crystal. He heard blasts from behind him as Sabine, Hera, and Zeb shot at the beasts, Chopper squealing wildly. Though the blasters were able to kill the two monsters, from behind them he heard more rumbling forward.
"Run!" Zeb yelled, and the crew didn't need telling twice. Kanan brought up the rear, panting, following his crew out of this hallway and into the next.
"In here!" he heard you yell, and the crew tumbled into a storage closet, Kanan waving the door closed behind him.
"How in blazes did Gundarks get aboard a ship in deep space?" Sabine squeaked, removing her helmet.
"That is concerning. But more pressing is the matter of the crew. Are there not any survivors?" Hera asked, looking around at Kanan.
"And where's Fulcrum?" Zeb asked, Chopper beeping his agreement.
"It would take more than Gundarks to kill a Jedi," you said, a moment seeming to pass before you'd realized your mistake.
"A JEDI?!" both Sabine and Zeb yelled.
"Well, I guess we know Y/N can't keep a secret," Kanan said, looking at you sternly. You squirmed.
"Whoops?" you said, shrugging. Kanan saw through your innocent mask. You didn't like secrets, he knew.
"We should split up," Hera said, "and look for survivors. Kanan, you, Sabine, and Chop will search the starboard side of the ship. Y/N, Zeb, and I will search the other side."
"But—" Kanan started, looking wildly at you, and back to Hera. Kanan noticed you scowl.
"We need a lightsaber in both groups. They're the most effective weapons against creatures this large," Hera said, her mind always on the tactical advantage.
"Fine," Kanan said, "let's go."
The crew crept out of the storage locker.
"Keep quiet," Sabine said, "Gundarks can hear you before they see you."
You put up a hand in understanding, and then followed Hera and Zeb down the corridor, Kanan watching you go.
"I don't know why you worry about her," Sabine said. "She's on her way to becoming our best fighter."
"Shh," Kanan responded, leading Sabine and Chopper in the other direction. They walked quietly over the first floor, climbing a ladder to the next.
"So, Fulcrum's a Jedi, eh?" Sabine said, unable to help herself.
"Not now, Sabine," Kanan responded, trying to keep his senses alert.
"I just thought, you know—"
But what Sabine thought was quickly cut off by a growl, so close to her head Chopper squealed and beeped. The blur of the lightsaber illuminated the hallway, completely filled with Gundarks. Sabine started to blast them, but one of the beasts knocked her blaster out of her hand. Kanan worked quickly and tirelessly, defending Sabine and Chopper from the attacks. They kept coming. There were so many of them. Y/N, Kanan thought, a lump in his stomach, and then—
Two white blades illuminated the hallway from the opposite end. And all Kanan and Sabine could do was watch in amazement as the Togruta flew through the air, swiping her lightsabers quickly, back and forth, back and forth, spinning around until every Gundark was slain.
"Boy is it good to see you," Kanan said, astounded.
"Kanan," Ahsoka nodded in recognition.
"Our friends," Sabine piped up from behind Kanan's shoulder. "We need to find them—"
"Follow me," Ahsoka said, walking quickly and quietly through the hallway filled with dead beasts. Kanan, Sabine, and Chopper followed.
"I know what you've come here to ask me, Kanan Jarrus." Ahsoka spoke as she walked, without turning around.
"You do?" Kanan asked, surprised.
"I do. But I'm afraid I cannot train the girl."
Sabine gasped, looking at Kanan.
"Ahsoka, you don't understand," Kanan said, catching up to the Togruta and hurrying alongside her. "She's so strong in the Force. I'm worried there isn't much more I can teach her."
"I sense there is something larger at work here," Ahsoka replied. "But my decision is final. It is the will of the Force. You must be the one to train her."
Part of Kanan felt disappointed, but, if he were being honest with himself, a larger part of him felt elated. You'd get to stay. You would stay with him, on the Ghost. He wouldn't have to say goodbye to you, after all.
"If that is your decision," Kanan said respectfully, "then I accept that." The group heard the sound of growls up ahead, and sped up. When they turned the corner, they came upon a familiar scene—you stood guard in front of Hera and Zeb, their blasters broken on the ground, swinging your lightsaber around, killing Gundarks left and right.
"I guess they didn't need our help after all," Ahsoka said, giving Kanan a knowing look.
You wiped your brow, the corpse of the last Gundark lying at your feet.
"Impressive," you heard an unfamiliar voice say. You looked around. There were Kanan, Sabine, and Chopper, and a face you didn't know, though, now that you regarded her, it felt as if you'd seen her face in a dream.
"You must be Ahsoka Tano," you said, smiling, and then your smile wavered. You remembered that Kanan had come here to pass you off.
"I'm happy to make your acquaintance, Y/N," Ahsoka responded. You wondered how she already knew your name.
"Ahsoka, how did these Gundarks get aboard?" Hera asked.
"I'm not sure. It does seem that someone is trying to make our shipment's failure look like an accident," Ahsoka said, surveying the damage. "The crew is hiding in the command center. I've been sneaking around, trying to fix our comms to send a transmission, but—"
"We found you first," Kanan said triumphantly.
"Yes, you did," Ahsoka smiled. "With the auxiliary power from your ship, we should be able to make necessary repairs and get these supplies to their destination."
"I can help with the repairs," Sabine said brightly, looking as if she would like to prove herself useful.
"Y/N," Kanan said quietly, "we need to talk." You nodded to him, and he led you away from the group, away from the fallen Gundarks, over to a long flight seat situated near a hallway viewport. Kanan sat, and you followed suit. You knew what was coming. You knew he was going to tell you to leave the ghost crew. You knew he was going to tell you goodbye.
"I'm sorry, Y/N," Kanan said, looking out the viewport at the stars. "I shouldn't have gotten your hopes up. Ahsoka is a very skilled Jedi, far more skilled than I." He turned to look at you, the side of his face illuminated in the blueish light of deep space. He looked cinematic, lit by the stars. He looked like everything you'd already been dreaming of, since the moment you met him. "She believes it is the way of the Force that I train you myself."
You took this in, watching Kanan's face, the realization of his words hitting you slowly.
"I won't make this difficult for you, Kanan," you said, looking down at your hands. "You don't have to train me. It's okay."
"Difficult? What in stars you talking about, Y/N," Kanan said, exhaling through his mouth. You looked up at him, working hard to keep your true feelings out of your Force presence, overwhelmed by the intensity of his gaze.
"I know you wanted to dump me off on Ahsoka," you said. "I know you wanted someone else to take responsibility for me. But I'm strong enough to look after myself, Kanan. I've been doing it for years. It's okay that you don't want to train me anymore."
"Blazes, Y/N," Kanan said, looking out at the stars again, smiling in spite of himself. "I didn't want to dump you on Ahsoka. I just wanted you to have the best teacher." He reached out and put his hand on your arm, above your elbow, and your body twitched forward, wanting to be closer to him, wanting him to touch you more.
"I don't want the best teacher," you said, unable to stop yourself, "I want you." Both of you bathed in those last few words, you shocked at your own admission.
"I didn't mean it like that," you said, hoping he didn't take it the wrong way, that he didn't take it to mean exactly what you'd truly meant.
"No, I'm certainly not the best," Kanan said, laughing, stroking your arm up and down. The air left your lungs. "But I will train you, Y/N. As much as I am able."
Feeling his hand on your arm, his eyes looking into yours, the stars illuminating the two of you, you felt as if your feelings for him were as heavy as the world itself. You were trying hard to hold the world up, but your feelings were growing and growing. You predicted it would only be a matter of time before they grew too heavy, before they fell and flattened you. You worked hard to keep your Force presence clear of this, to communicate only friendship and admiration to Kanan, but you worried that before long your feelings would burst forth like a tidal wave, crushing you both.
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Episode 3 is out now!
The Jedi and the Loth Rat
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Episode 2
Episode 3
Episode 4
Episode 5
Episode 6
Episode 7
Episode 8
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My new minicomic about this little Jedi ObiMaul AU I’ve been thinking of for the last few weeks. It’s basically what I imagine would have happened if Maul was found by the Jedi before Sidious.
Mace Windu is Maul’s master because I think they’re PERFECT for each other! Also, I’m a fluffy PadaWAN truther 💪🏻😤
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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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Padawan Anakin being completely sloppy the first time he fucks his Master. almost cumming just from a kiss, or when he buries his cock in their pussy. sliding out amidst the thrusts and looking at them all apologetic and whiny. just so pathetic ˖ ִֶָ ♡
I was thinking about this so bad last night ugh... I need me a boy like this.
Inexperienced could be one word to describe him. His kisses were messy and uncoordinated, with too much tongue and a constant teeth clash. Anakin’s hands were eager, groping every inch of skin available, his need and lust was so obvious it was borderline laughable… and pathetic.
“Calm down,” You ease him, caressing his sweaty face and forcing him to keep his eyes on yours. “I'm not going anywhere, Anakin.”
He nods, swallowing the lump in his throat. He can do this so much better, or at least he thinks so. A blank space inside his head replaced all the things he had prepared, all the words he had, and all the ways he wanted to touch you. Imagining you underneath him is one thing but having you right there is completely different. Anakin’s eyes dart downwards, looking visibly nervous at the way his shaft slides between your folds. Do you get this wet all the time or is it for him? He can’t even think about a decent answer. He can’t even think.
“Can I do it? Please?” He asks, hoping you give him the green light already.
A small laugh threatens to escape your lips at his impatience, sure, pathetic but adorable. “Yes, come here,” You plant a soft kiss on his lips and Anakin shakes underneath your touch.
Guiding him closer, you wrap your hand around the base of his cock. Anakin’s entire body shakes, it’s happening. It’s finally happening.
The second he slides in, Anakin’s hands tighten on your hips, his arms flex and he swears he is touching heaven. Panting, bending over and sweating, he moans in such a sinful way that for sure it will stay engraved in your heart. Forever. “Slowly,” You instruct him, tensing when he pushes further. Anakin whimpers, hanging his head back. You watch how his braid slides off his shoulder and swings slowly in the air, how his body glistens with sweat and how his biceps tense and flex with the inhuman force he is using to not orgasm instantly.
“You alright?” You ask, taking a deep breath and lifting your legs to wrap them around his hips, using your heels to push him forward. “You are doing so well, baby.”
“I can’t—” His hips roll involuntarily, seeking more, more, so much more. Your walls are so tight, so wet and so… perfect. “You are so tight, s–so warm.”
“Enjoy yourself, Ani,” You urge him, helping him move his hips. It’s sloppy and messy just like his kisses— and you can feel his dick throb with every thrust— Your hands leave his hip shoulder to touch his short hair, smirking when he mewls. “Good boy, do you like it?”
“I love it,” He almost sobs, speeding up without even realizing it. “I want to come, I can’t help it— I’m so sorry, I can’t—” It was helpless. Anakin is helpless when it comes to you. “You are so fucking tight, I love it. Please let me come inside, I promise it will be just this once— Please Master, I need to come.”
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Younger Days before Uni
You need to read @babygirlbridger 's Jangobi fic (E) too to see how Obi got into that situation :3
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Posting it by itself too just un case sjsbsb
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padawan/atoc era anakin x reader, they're in love with each other (both jedi) but obviously can't come forward. Anakin confides in Padmé, reader becomes convinced/jealous that anakin is with padme
(bonus points if you can make it angsty and fluffy)
As Easy As Breathing
Hi nonnie! Thank you so, so, so much for this rec! It’s my first one on this account and it’s really quite the christening. Hope its okay, I’m not the best at angst!
Pairing: Padawan!Anakin Skywalker x Padawan!Reader (Star Wars)
Requested: Yes | No
Warnings: none!! Should be all good, let me know if you caught anything I may have missed. Not beta read!
Words: 1.8k
Author’s Notes: Anakin is canonically 19 in AOTC, reader is the same, maybe a year younger. Clone Wars have not yet started in this fic, I’m just assuming Padmé and Anakin stayed besties after the whole nonsense in Phantom Menace.
The warm sun filtering through the windows fell upon Anakin’s face, in a soft moment of solitude, the sounds of the Coruscant cityscape provided him with a brief reprieve to Padmé’s chastising. He often thought that his ability to talk to Padmé about anything was his strength, but in this moment he couldn’t help to think of it as a weakness. Anakin cringed as Padmé continued to berate him; On a rare afternoon off the nineteen-year-old padawan found himself lounging on the senator’s couch.
“Seriously Anakin, you should just-” Padmé stilled, her slender hands finding her hips, huffing, she continued, “Are you even listening to me, Ani?” The forceful tone on his nickname got Anakin’s attention once again.
“I am!” Anakin raised his eyebrows in addition to his hands, in mock surrender. “I swear Padmé!”
The senator found it easy to roll her eyes at his antics, like always. But she could see the change in Anakin, could see how his emotions for his fellow padawan learner have caused conflict in him. Her friend wasn’t sleeping, he wasn’t eating. Padmé knew Anakin was an intense person, a strong personality, everyone knew that about him. But this, this was different. He seemed lost, like he was missing something he needed to operate. Padmé found her way to the couch, sitting beside Anakin, grabbing his tanned, calloused hands in her own.
“Anakin, if you do truely care this strongly for her, you must tell her.” Anakin’s eyes found Padmé’s own. “It would be cruel, to withhold this love.” There was a time in Anakin’s life where this is all he wanted, being with Padmé and he knew his nine-year-old self would be so excited by innocent hand holding. But his nineteen-year-old self was happier to have such a strong, nonjudgemental friend.
“How did you know that you loved Sabé?” Anakin asked gently, knowing how the senator safeguarded her relationship with her handmaiden fiercely.
Anakin noted how Padmé seemed to glow at the mention of her lover. A warm smile graced her pink lips, eyes crinkling at the sides, a faraway glaze coated her sparkling eyes. Her signature in the force felt warm, it wrapped around Anakin’s brain, made him feel safe. Padmé’s love for Sabé was so tangible it extended outside herself, adjusting her force signature.
“I realised I loved Sabé when being around her became a necessity, an honesty, a truth that I did not know I was constantly seeking out.” Padmé gushed, a light trail of pink lit itself over her high cheekbones and freckled nose. “I felt as if Sabé had breathed new life into me everytime I saw her, it was natural, it was right.”
Anakin was quiet for a moment, Padmé became worried that she had overstepped somehow, projected to far onto Anakin’s feelings.
“Loving y/n is as natural as breathing.” He replied.
Anakin rolled over on his hard, standard issue, Jedi temple bed. A sleepless night was not uncommon for him, but this felt inherently different. Padmé’s words from earlier in the day rattled around his brain, demanding to be dealt with. Anakin never saw love as a weakness, never saw attachment as weakness. How could he? Love was the basis of the light, the well of Jedi power that Anakin drew from was a labour of love, was purity, was peace, was built with empathy and centered by knowing himself. His love for you did not make him a bad person.
But he knew it would make him seem like a bad Jedi.
Not knowing your stance on him, on the rule of attachment was slowly eating away at Anakin’s peace.
Groaning aloud, Anakin ran his hands down his face.
Your head whipped around, anxiously. You knew it was embarrassing that you always looked for him in a crowded room, but you could not help it, you felt as if the force was electric until he calmed it. His signature singlehandedly smothering anything else it came in contact with. Being around Anakin, to you, felt as natural as breathing.
“Looking for young Skywalker, are you?” Your master, Mace Windu asks, a small smirk whispers across his face, lightly nudging you in the shoulder. The two of you stood in one of the reception rooms of the Republic building. The Senate was hosting a charity gala with the invite extending to the Jedi temple. So, there you stood, in your best robes, breaking your neck to catch a glimpse of The Chosen One.
“No Master.” You said, quietly. Turning your head away from the powerful Jedi Master to not embarrass yourself further with the luxury of him catching your furious blush. Your master excused himself, laughing, finding Master Plo Kloon.
So, you stood there, alone, foolishly searching the room for your fellow padawan, the one that consumed your mind and soul.
It wasn’t completely unlikely, you reasoned with yourself. You and Anakin were friends, were very well matched, sparring partners. But, Anakin was a good Jedi. A strong Jedi. Following orders wasn’t Anakin’s strongest suit, you’d admit. Pondering whether he would disregard the rules of attachment for you, however, was different.
Nonetheless, like a junkie craving death sticks, you craved Anakin’s presence, his force signature was all you needed to feel right. The anxiety of the gala was too much. Closing your eyes, tightly, you reached out into the force to find him. Anakin’s signature, golden like it always was flocked to your senses, like always.
Opening your eyes, you began to weave through the bustling crowd as quickly as one could who was masquerading as casual.
“I’m not going to say anything to her now, Padmé.” Anakin huffed, rolling his eyes and crossing his arms across his chest, defensively. “Not in front of all these people, you’ve got to be joking.” He scoffed.
Sabé giggled quietly, the two women joined their arms at the elbow. Padmé just rolled her eyes at Anakin’s supposed insoclence.
Your frame weaving through the crowd in his direction caught Anakin’s eye. He smiled, quikly raised a hand, and was delighted when your devastating smile echoed back.
“Anakin.” You greeted him, with a small bow of the head. His name sounded heavenly whenever you deigned to let it fall from your lips. Anakin was convinced he could breathe easier with you around, like he had been purged of something suffocating him.
“Y/N, this is Sen-” You quickly cut him off, not wanting to hear the name of your rival come from his beautiful mouth. Your jealousy that you held for Padmé reared its ugly head, and you couldn’t help to feel shame burn deep inside the space between ribs.
“Senator Amidala, a pleasure it is to finally meet you,” You stuck your hand out, awkwardly hoping for a handshake. “Anakin has told me so much.” Cordial. It was a good tactic. You were a good person, a good jedi. You would not succumb to jealousy. Besides, Padmé had other qualities you were far more jealous of than just her nonexistent romantic relationship that you deludedly conjured up in your mind when you tried to sleep at night.
“All good things I should hope.” She smiled, her soft hand finding your own, a small shake. You could empathise with Anakin for falling in love with someone like her. Someone so intelligent, powerful, beautiful.
It was not lost on you, the way the senator’s hand quickly found the one of the woman she stood beside.
“This is Sabé.” Anakin started, introducing Padmé’s guest. “Padmé’s hand-” For the second time tonight, but surely not the last, Anakin was cut off.
“My partner.” Senitor Amidala said firmly, though her eyes twinkled with pride. Sabé’s own shock manifested itself into a wide smile. The two looked eachother in the eyes and you couldn’t help but feel silly. Of course. Of course.
For whatever reason, the words you thought you had died swiftly in your mouth, “Oh.” was all you managed to get out. “A pleasure to meet you too, Sabé.” You tried quickly to save the situation, to save embarrassment. But Padmé’s slight smile, Sabé’s coy smirk. You felt like the two Naboo women knew you, saw you. They somehow, in this embarrassing blunder of a meeting had already clocked that you harboured feelings for Anakin Skywalker. It made you feel foolish, moreso than what you already did.
“If you’d excuse us, Jedi, we have futher business to attend to.” Sabé quipped strongly, leading her senator lover to the next group of politicians. The art of smalltalk was something else you could add to the list of Padmé’s items you were jealous of.
Anakin turned to you, chuckling. His standard-issue Jedi robes moving effortlessly with his chest. Running a hand through his cropped hair, you felt his eyes scanning your face. You knew your blood would betray you, like it so often did around your friend, rising to the surface of your cheeks, splattering down your neck and chest. Embarrassment clung to you like a rash.
“Don’t mind them, they like setting me up.” Anakin scoffed, shaking his head.
“Setting you up for what?” You asked, eyeing him micheviously. Chatting with Anakin felt natural; He was quick witted and liked challenging you, he was a tease.
And, more often than not, a flirt.
This was different though, Anakin had an air of nervousness about him. You noticed as your fellow padawan’s large, veiny hands found the way to the back of his neck, rubbing sheepishly.
“Oh you know…” He trailed off, looking everywhere except for your eyes, his own blue ones scanning the ornate ceiling of the reception room. “Setting us up to be alone together.” He admitted, squinting as if the words bought him some kind of physical pain.
You quirked a brow, your arms quickly crossing your chest - a defensive stance. “Would that be so bad? Being alone together?” The words meant to be teasing, non-serious. But it was too late, the seed was planted in Anakin’s brain.
To him, that felt like an admission of sorts, an admission that you wanted him as much as he wanted you. Well, if he squinted it seemed like that.
In a tender moment, something rare for Anakin, he reached out. Tucking stray hairs behind your ear, gently following your padawan braid around the cusp of it.
“You know, y/n, that I want nothing more,” He smiled. It was pure, and real. You felt the sincerity in the force, the truth within him. Moreso, you felt your ear burn from the brief contact, felt your heart swell in your chest at the mere thought of being alone in close quarters with him. “I want nothing more than to be alone with you.”
He retracted his hand, but you still felt alight with his closeness. His force signature felt palpable, you were enraptured in his warmth. He was golden. Your golden boy.
“Why don’t we go get lost then?” You whispered, scared anything too loud would betray your eagerness. Anakin’s smile split across his face, eyes crinkling and dimples showing. Smirking he placed a strategic hand at the low of your back. He was so incredibly tall, bending over you to whisper back,
“After you, my lady.”
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AN: Hehe all done! Left it open for more if you wanted, but teasing enough to be left as it is! Hope it’s alright and I hope you could enjoy at least some of it <3
P.S This is a side account, my main is @mayhemories, so I will be answering any comments with that account but rest assured it is still me :) <3
Much love, El.
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🎀imagine making padawan Anakin sleep in your frilly pink bed (18+)
「 I mostly wrote this because I wanna make someone sleep in my hello kitty bed tbh 」 not proofread
After a day of following around your master on a mission you were so god damn tired with two things on your mind, cuddling Anakin and taking a nap.
You marched your way to his quarters knocking on the door, when he opened it his eyes lit up to see his favorite girl “You’re back!” He said as he grinned and picked you up. “Oh I missed you so much” Anakin mumbles into your neck, taking in your scent. “Ani..” you whine, “I missed you too, can we please have a nap?” He sets you down and takes in your tired expression. “I’m sorry princess of course.” He goes to lead you back into his room but you stop him and tug on his sleeve. “Noo.. in my room please” during your time away you missed your comfy bed with all your stuffed animals so much, thats the only place you wanted to be. Anakin stop and stared for a bit “your room?” He hesitates. “Sure I suppose..” he reluctantly agrees.
Being a hard headed teen boy he wasn’t exactly thrilled to be sleeping in a pink girly bed, and your stuffed animals and pillows never really left room for him. But on the other hand that meant you being pressed against him and the whole bed just smelled like you.
As you led back to your room, guiding him by holding his hand he couldn’t help but think about how his hand was so much bigger than yours and how soft your hands were. Then his eyes drifted to your hips swaying and how perfect your butt looked, but before he knew it you opened your door and dragged him into your room.
Taking no time you slipped off your pants and shirt, not minding Anakin watching and he did. He couldn’t take his eyes off you as you struggled to take off your bra. Of course he rushed over to help you, admiring the way your chest looked. “You’re so pretty..” he mumbles, reaching his hands to grope and feel you. “Ani..” you let out a soft moan and it was music to his ears. “I missed you so much princess” he whines out, backing you onto your bed. “Ani I wanna sleep..” you protest but it’s no use.
Anakin can’t help himself, you look so perfect and he missed you so much while you were on your mission. He gets off the bed and gets on his knees in front of you, pulling your clothed pussy to his face by hooking his arms under your thigh. He presses his nose to the area between your hips and your thigh and inhales before deciding it’s not enough and sticking his nose directly to your panties and huffing you like a drug. “Fuck you smell so good” he groans and you melt at his perverted actions. He pulls your panties to the side and kisses all over your pretty pussy. You moan and dig your hands into his short hair. “Ani please!” It comes out as almost a moan, your want for him is almost a need at this point. “Please what? Tell me princess.” He stares at you from between your thighs as he pulls off your panties. “Please eat me out Anakin..” before you can even finish your sentence he’s licking up your pussy. The man practically moans at the taste of you, shoving his tongue inside for more.
“Anakin!” You squeal as he eats you like a starved man.
He moves up, taking your clit into his mouth and sucking on it while shoving two fingers inside your pussy, curling them and rubbing along your walls. It doesn’t take much longer until your close. He can easily tell by the way you tighten around his fingers and you tug on his hair. Your moans get louder until you can’t take it anymore and cum all over Anakins hand and face. He removes his fingers, shoving them in his mouth and licking them clean before moving to clean your pussy until he hears your whines of overstimulation. “You did so good princess” he praises while rubbing your thigh, getting up onto the bed to pull you close to his body. “You’re so good honey” you can feel him poking you but you’re just too sleepy to care. Anakin pets your hair and kisses your temple. “Have a nap princess.”
「 I have no clue how to write sos critique welcome ily 」
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Danny with the red Light saber
NOT a StarWars crossover
It all started when his parents created a red light saber. Something about they won't see it coming when the attack isn't green!
Well, Danny had to play with it in the Ghost Zone. He learned the "force" already, and now it's time to have fun!
So. He did talk to Clockwork about him being sent on an adventure!
And the first thing he gets is an robot invasion of the city.
And so he could use that light saber and the force to fight and help the town. Before he left, he could tell his parents.
The saber works, but he won't give it back; it's a gift now for him!
For the town that knew Star Wars, all they needed to see was the red light saber!!
And the first words the Justice League heard were from the people of the city.
"The child Padawan will become a Sith! We need to help!"
#dp#danny phantom#Sith Padawan Danny??#Fenton Lightsaber#Make it red to confuse ghost!!#I know genius#Fenton parents#maddie fenton#danny fenton#dc#dc comics#dc x dp#dp x dc#jack fenton#dcau#Clockwork#Fenton are good parents#missunderstanding#dp + dc
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Gentle Hands
Pairing: Anakin x Jedi!Reader
Summary: Anakin doesn’t like being touched. Everybody knows they shouldn’t touch him unless it’s absolutely necessary. Until…
Word count: 6.5K
Trigger warnings: 18+ smut and drinking
A/N: Slow burn baby! It’s Clone Wars era Anakin cuz I’ve been watching Clone Wars a lot but just imagine early ROTS Anakin bc Hayden. Okay? Okay. Also we are so back. Ps, Zeltron spiced wine is an aphrodisiac. Just fyi. No relation to this piece of writing, of course.
It was a regular day. There was a soft buzz of commotion in the Jedi Temple. Nothing loud enough to annoy you but if it was gone you’d notice. Footsteps, voices speaking, the sounds of droids doing their business. It’s what normally woke you up everyday, the relative silence of the night would begin to turn into the early morning sounds of Jedi business. In all honesty, it made you feel excited to wake up. To see what new mission would be brewing, to hear the stories of the most recent expedition. The war had its effect on you and your Master but it never broke your spirit. You were proud to be who you were, to do what you do. You were even prouder to have Master Plo Koon as your teacher. He was the kindest one, at least to your knowledge. The two girls you often hung out with on your off time told you stories of how their Masters were very strict and had little to no empathy once the war had started. You deemed yourself lucky and even more so, grateful.
Your eyes watched the small skylight that was fixed to your ceiling. Being one of the older younglings, and now a Padawan, you got to move to your own living quarters in the main complex of the temple. They all had skylights and balconies whereas the younglings were bunked in big rooms in the lower levels of the temple so they would be harder to get to incase of an ambush.
You watched the thin clouds move across the bright blue sky quickly, telling you the weather was warm with a breeze. Your legs slid off the bed, your body following suit to bring you to a sitting position. The cold marble floor of your apartment was hidden by a single carpet right by your bed and your feet revelled in the feeling of the soft fibres keeping them warm.
The clock read 7:45 and you sighed. You only had 15 minutes to be up and outside before breakfast was served and with a sigh you walked on tiptoe across the cold floor into your bathroom.
With a lazy flare you brushed your teeth and washed your face. Your hair was still damp from the shower you had taken late last night instead of sleeping. You brushed out the damp curls and they turned into soft waves. You decided that was good enough before changing and heading out the door. The second you opened the door you were greeted by your Master.
“Glad to see you awake.” Plo Koon spoke with his arms crossed over his chest. You gave him a half smile as you reached out a joking fist to punch his arm lightly.
“You stalking me now?” You said and the sound of your own voice speaking for the first time today shocked you. It sounded like you just woke up for sure. A small laugh was heard coming from your Master and it brought a smile to your face. “What’s the plan for today, Master?” You asked in hopes to sway him from thinking you’d slept in.
He gave you a shrug. “Only thing I’m planning is breakfast. We’ve been on the go for weeks. You and I both deserve a small break.” He said as he peered into the space behind you. It was a mess. Your hand pulled the door closed with a nervous laugh.
“I could eat.” You replied with a shrug and he turned on his heels and you followed him to the dining hall. The two of you walked until your eyes landed on a taller figure. His dark clothes immediately made him stand out as he spoke to one of the Clones, you believed his name was Rex. With a shaky breath you watched as Plo Koon walked over to him. They spoke about something and you tried to unglue your feet from where he had left you standing. When you finally began to move toward them, Anakin glanced at you. Your breath caught itself in your throat and before you could take another step he nodded to Plo Koon and walked away.
“Your staring doesn’t go unnoticed.” Your Master said simply as he walked past you and it took every ounce of will in your body to move and follow him. As you walked you could have sworn you felt a pair of eyes on you and you whipped your head around to see Anakin talking to somebody you didn’t know, his back was turned to you and his hands were folded behind his back. You rolled your eyes, kicking yourself for being stupid enough to think he’d ever look in your general direction.
It wasn’t as if you two had never spoken. You were the same age, both partaking in the same level of Jedi training under equally fantastic Jedi Masters. Although, your interactions had never exceeded anything beyond polite and courteous conversation due to being in the same room as each other.
As the years went on, he became a bit taller, his hair grew and he chopped off his Padawan braid, his shoulders got broader, and your heart started beating a little faster every time he was around. It didn’t go unnoticed by you. It wasn’t some strange feeling that came out of nowhere. It was very prominent in your head at all times, your growing attraction to the boy. It was almost more aggravating to deal with when you knew it was happening. You’d fight yourself every day on repressing the thoughts that would populate in your minds eye at the sight of him. You’d heard multiple stories of his aversion to people. He didn’t like being touched, he barely even liked talking to strangers. You’d seen somebody try to give him a side hug once after he and Obi-Wan had successfully completed an assignment and the look on his face mixed with his blunt words of rejection made you fear ever coming close enough to touch him. The idea of touching him was reserved for your fantasies now.
The day had gone achingly slow and it felt as though your brain was far away from your body. Your master allowed you to go eat breakfast with your two friends and the three of you chatted and caught up, though you didn’t retain much of what they said. You barely even spoke, assuming a listening role, too busy thinking about the eyes you had sworn you felt on you earlier.
Once you had finished eating you returned to your Master who was sat amongst other amicable Jedi. The two of you walked through the gardens while Plo Koon gave you advice and some of literature to read up on. You nodded your head and made a mental note to visit the archives and pick up whatever he was talking about. He dismissed you, having no further work to give you. It had been three days since your last mission had ended and you thanked your lucky stars you hadn’t gotten a new assignment as you made your way across the long and beautifully decorated hallways of the Jedi Temple. Your eyes scanned the art that hung between every window. You heard quick footsteps behind you and your body turned in an instant, your relief was obvious when you saw the face of your friend who had clearly been wandering around looking for something to do.
“Where are you off to?” She asked as she slowed her pace, nearing you. You met her halfway.
“Just the archives. Master Plo Koon gave me some stuff to check out.” You spoke and she rolled her eyes.
“Just once I wanna hear you say you’re doing something normal.” She laughed and now it was your turn to roll your eyes. The two of you fell into step together as you walked toward the room full of all the information a Jedi could possibly need.
“Jedi’s don’t live a very normal life.” You responded and she simply shrugged her shoulders. She was a bit erratic and always had been an unconventional person. It had always been clear she longed for a normal life but she wasn’t from a good family nor a good place, she knew she was better off here.
“Well you’re not a Jedi yet.” She nudged you gently with a small smile on her face. You turned your body to face her as you walked in front of her with a look of mocked shock on your face. Turning the corner, you began to say something snarky in response but her hand reached out to you and her eyes went wide.
“Y/N watch ou-“ She pursed her lips, cutting herself off when you felt a light thud against your back. You felt hands grip your shoulders gently and you whipped around to see who you had so carelessly walked into. You were faced with a chest at first but with a small upward tilt of your head you saw the curly hair and blue eyes you spent most days thinking about staring directly at you.
Of course it would be him.
Your embarrassment was painted over every aspect of you. Your shoulders slumped and your cheeks reddened. Until you realized that there was no glare, no scowl. He looked down at you with what seemed like a hint of a smile. Your heart almost leaped out of your chest as you backed away from his touch. His hands seemed to attempt to linger on your shoulders before dropping to his sides. With a deep breath you began to apologize and he looked between you and your friend.
“Didn’t see you there, my fault.” He said gently as he slipped by the two of you. “Have a nice evening.” He finished. You looked back at your friend and you couldn’t imagine your facial features were much different from hers. With wide eyes and slightly parted lips you both shook your heads as he walked away.
“Sorry!” You finally blurted out behind him, causing your eyes to squeeze shut. You wished you could curl up inside yourself and die when all you heard in response was his distant chuckle. The two of you watched as he entered a room and closed the door behind him and the second he was gone, your friend began to cackle.
“Sorry.” She mimicked as you stared at her. “Man. I was expecting him to tell you right off.” She continued to speak through her laughs. You didn’t say anything. You shoulders were burning where his hands had been and your stomach felt like it had been tied into knots. Another deep breath eased you into being able to move again.
“He’s so weird.” You said, brushing it off in an attempt to neutralize her. It worked and you desperately tried to change the subject by asking her about herself. The two of you walked and she rambled on about some mission she had just come back from until you got to the archives. When you were done downloading everything onto a small device, you turned to her. “I have to go back to Plo Koon. I forgot to ask him something. I’ll see you tomorrow?” You lied, desperately trying to be alone. She nodded and said something about seeing you tomorrow, you weren’t listening, before leaving you to go find something else to do.
You rushed to your apartment in the Temple, finally letting out a deep sigh when you heard the door of your safe space close behind you. You tossed the small device that held all the information you needed on the small table in the middle of the apartment before sitting on the couch beside it. You felt as though there wasn’t enough air in the apartment for you to breathe in, which made no sense, but you opened your balcony door anyways.
The soft sounds of the fountain in the garden and the bustling of people below you didn’t seem to clear your head. You sighed, feeling as if you might finally be going insane. The thoughts in your head were clambering over one another in order to be heard as you paced the main room. You ran a hand through your hair and tightened your fist at your scalp with another weary sigh. Without a second thought you began to drop all your clothing off your body, leaving them behind you like a small trail to the bathroom. You adjusted the shower to be on the coldest setting and stared at the water, thinking of how water never looked cold or hot; it always just looked like water. Before you let yourself think your way out of it, you stepped in and a loud yelp escaped your mouth.
“Shit!” You yelled as the freezing water unrelentingly pelted against your skin. You cursed under your breath as if you were mad at the water for not realizing you were uncomfortable but you pressed your eyes shut and took heavy, pursed lipped breaths. When you began to feel as if you couldn’t take it anymore, your hand reached out to the faucet and you turned it to a higher heat setting. The sudden heat hitting your body made you feel like you could drop to the ground so you did. You let yourself sit on the floor of the shower and warm up. Your breathing became normal and your heart rate slowed. The thoughts got quieter but they were still there. The feeling of the hot water on your shoulders mimicked a feeling you’d felt earlier and that’s when you stood back up and turned the water off completely.
With legs that felt like jello you dried off and pushed yourself toward your closet and found something to lay down in. You’d sleep early tonight and forget about it all in the morning, you thought. Soft linen pants and an equally soft shirt adorned your frame and you decided a drink wouldn’t kill you. You settled into a spot on your couch with crossed legs, a large glass of wine on the table, and a salty snack you’d been waiting to try in your lap. Your hand reached for the small remote next to you and you watched the screen in front of you flicker to life at the press of a button. You let whatever was on the Holo play, not bothering to find something you enjoy. You just wanted something to distract you.
Hours passed and your eyes were yet to get heavy. There was no level of relaxation that could make you go to bed. You glanced at the clock on the wall and chewed at a piece of skin that had released its hold on your lip. You lifted the glass to your lips and found it to be empty. The bottle was on the table, empty as well. You rolled your eyes and let a breath out from your closed lips causing them to flutter and make a funny noise. You felt seemingly alright for somebody who’d polished a bottle of Zeltron spiced wine, you thought. With a swift motion you stood up and wobbled like a newborn deer.
You might have slightly misread your sobriety level.
It took a few steps to steady yourself but you did it. Your hand reached for your hooded robe on the hook by the front door and you slipped on your boots. The pairing looked silly with your pyjamas and you decided to tie up your robe in a small effort to hide it.
You opened your door slowly and peered around the dimly lit hallways before stepping out completely and closing the door behind you, locking it twice to make sure you did it. Your footsteps seemed so loud no matter how quietly you tried to walk, they echoed off the marble floors and high ceilings. It wasn’t a crime to be out at night but as a Padawan your Master should always know what you’re doing, and Plo Koon was definitely in the dark on your actions.
You wandered through the hallways and noticed how vastly different they looked without the natural light pouring through the ceiling high windows. The paintings almost had an eerie look about them and the dim lighting had the opposite of a warm effect on you. You ignored your paranoia, it was just the wars sick effect on you. You began to hum to clear your thoughts, a tune you remember from your childhood. You didn’t remember much other than your life at the Temple but you held on dearly to the small bits you remembered from before.
Without you even realizing, the hallway you had wandered into seemed to have broken light fixtures and it was completely dark. You slowed your steps and reached into the Force for a brief bit of direction. You felt something in front of you and you felt your heart begin to race. You froze in place and squeezed your eyes shut when you felt it get closer. A small thump made a yelp escape your lips as hands gripped your shoulders tightly. One hand left your shoulders and your eyes widened in fear, your mouth dropped open but no sound escaped.
The loud hum of a lightsaber igniting filled the air just as quickly as the blue light that illuminated the face in front of you. Your look of horror didn’t wash away when you saw who it was.
“Y/N, what the hell are you doing sulking around in the dark?” Anakin spoke in a hushed yet aggressive tone. Your mouth opened and closed but you couldn’t get any words to fall through. He raised an eyebrow, his shoulders dropped and he looked more relaxed now that he knew you were harmless. It seemed he had the same fear as you did, walking through the dark halls. “Have you been drinking?” He asked, his hand never left your shoulder and you turned your head slowly to look at it before looking at him again with a nod.
He laughed. Now it was your turn to raise an eyebrow.
“What’s so funny?” You said, your voice barely audible.
“Nothing. Just the second time today you’ve walked directly into me.” He mused.
“I wasn’t walking.” You shrugged.
“All the same.” He shrugged back, his hand dropped from your shoulder and he made his way next to you, his hand now found a spot on your lower back. “Let’s get you back to your room.”
You shook your head. “I left my room for a reason.”
“And what would that be?” His voice had never been this quiet before, it made you feel safe.
“You ask a lot of questions. Why are you sulking around in the dark?” You built up the courage to speak to him like a normal person. Your drunken mind didn’t even notice that he hadn’t once let his hand fall away from your body since you had bumped into each other.
“I was going to the gardens to think.” He answered and it shocked you, you almost thought he wouldn’t. You looked at him for a moment before shrugging again, giving your head a tilt.
“I was too.” You said with all the certainty you could muster, which wasn’t much. He smiled again, it was rare you saw him laugh or smile and in the last minute or so, you’d seen both. It made your stomach feel warm and it wasn’t just the wines fault.
“Right. Let’s go then.” He played along, guiding you down the dark hallway with his lightsaber. He disengaged it when the exit of the Temple came into your vision. The door was pushed open by him and the hand he had on the small of your back, ushered you out in front of him. You realized his level of touchiness when he rushed over after you to place his hand back on you.
Your heart felt like it was making its way up your throat and you couldn’t breathe, let alone speak. Something in your stomach began to feel warm and your head felt so far from your body you thought you could faint. You didn’t want him to stop touching you so when you both got to a small spot in the garden, surrounded by bushes, you pulled him over by his arm and sat on the soft grass. He looked down at you with the ends of his lips curled and sat crossed-legged across from you. You mimicked his position and inched forward so your knees were touching his. Every single place that was touched by him went fire hot. You’d never felt like this. You weren’t sure if it was the wine or him, either way you would live like this forever if you could.
When he didn’t protest to your knees touching his, you looked at him. “Thought you didn’t like being touched.” Your words came out slightly slurred but you tried your best to hide it by articulating a little better.
“That is circumstantial, Y/N.” He responded, eyeing you. It seemed as though he was trying to read you. You felt judged but not in a bad way. You allowed him to look, even sitting up a bit straighter. Your head tilted again at his response. Your hand absent mindedly fiddled with the grass under you, twirling the blades between your fingers.
“To what?” You asked gently, feeling a quiet in your mind that you hadn’t felt since he had touched you outside the Archives. His eyes watched your hands play with the grass when he spoke.
“You.” He didn’t look at you. Was he nervous or lying? You couldn’t tell and it caused a small laugh to escape your lips. He finally looked at you, his puzzled features were desperately scanning you to figure why you would laugh at him.
“Me? You want me to touch you?” You laughed again. You wouldn’t be surprised if in a few moments you woke up in a cold sweat on your couch. Your nerves were gone, and he was here with you. He was touching you, he was looking into your eyes. It had to be a dream.
“What if I do?” He leaned back on his hands, his long torso extended in the most delicious way and you didn’t bother trying to disguise your staring. There was an intensity in the air that made it feel okay to be like this. You felt like you were heating up more and more by the second and you wondered if he felt the same. You watched his chest, it moved faster than a normal persons would, signalling that was breathing heavily.
“We did a mission together once.” He spoke again, snapping you out of your trance. You looked at him, your head shook as a reaction. That was two years ago, when you were both 20. You went on a mission with three Jedi and three Padawans including yourself, Anakin, Plo Koon, and Obi-Wan. They thought a big mission like that would do better with a larger group.
“I’m aware.” You said nonchalantly. You remembered it but you were shocked that he did too.
“You helped carry me back onto the ship. You got me water and dressed the cut I got on my face.” His hand touched the scar over his eye instinctively as he spoke. You looked away, following your arm down to where your hand was gripping the grass gently.
“It was nothing.” You shrugged.
“It was protocol,” He started, a shrug of his own mimicked yours. “But it felt so intimate. I felt like electricity had run through me every time you touched me. Every time you apologized for accidentally hurting me I felt my heartbeat in my ears.” He looked at you and you prayed he didn’t see you holding your breath. You ripped one piece of grass out of the ground and raised it to tie it into several small knots, the same knots you felt in your stomach. There was no use in pretending his words didn’t affect you the way they did.
“You can always tell me to stop if you want me to shut up.” He whispered as his hand reached to yours, taking the blade of grass from you and replacing it with his own hands.
“There’s no way you’re doing this right now.” Your drunken words came out a little louder than you wanted and you laughed as a response at your own inability to self regulate. You slipped your hands out of his and crossed them over your chest.
“What? You think you’re the only one here capable of feeling things?” He smirked, a joking tone laced in his voice. Your eyes widened and you looked at him.
“You don’t act like it. You’ve never spoken to me for more than a few minutes. You found me drunk and alone at night and suddenly you felt electricity all those months ago? Your heartbeat in your ears?” You laughed. Sober you wouldn’t dare speak to anybody like this. You were kind and curt no matter what the scenario. It felt like you had been possessed by an over-confident, aggressive, and unserious version of yourself. You didn’t mind it when you saw the look on his face. He had been joking but your serious response clearly wasn’t what he had been pining for.
“Would you rather I follow you around like a lost puppy? Or try to talk to you every chance I get? Why would I make my feelings obvious, Y/N?” He asked, his voice was still gentle and it made your arms tingle with the feeling of goosebumps raising.
“Maybe. Maybe I do. I spent years watching you, praying you’d let your eyes linger for long enough to see how highly I feel about you.” Your words probably didn’t make sense, but you felt they did. He got it, you could tell by the way his eyebrows pushed themselves apart from their furrowed position and his eyes adopted a more understanding emotion.
“Why dwell on me being an idiot and not focus on the fact that if you were anybody else you’d have been left alone for the night?” He asked and you rolled your eyes. Was he really that arrogant?
“Because you being an ‘idiot’ made me feel like a bigger idiot and a bit of a creep.” You said bluntly and he laughed.
“If I told you how I felt about you, I’d be the creep.” He chuckled and you raised your chin in curiosity.
“Do tell.” You mused, the serious air leaving almost immediately as leaned back on your own hands with a grin.
“No.” He shook his head with a small grin finding his features as well.
“Please? I’ll tell you if you tell me.” You tried to barter and even though you felt like a young, naive, school girl you enjoyed the aura of the interaction.
“Fine.” He sat up, his knees raised and he draped his arms over them and you followed, sitting in the same position. Your faces were a few feet away on account of how long his legs were but you stared at each other for a moment, stifling giddy laughs and smiles. “At first, I thought you were the most talented Jedi I’d ever seen. You’re smart too. Dedicated.” He started and you smiled.
“I know all of that, Anakin. Get to the good stuff.” You gestured your hand in the air as if saying ‘hurry up’ and he rolled his eyes.
“Patience.” He made a mockingly serious face before going on with his grand revelation. “I like that you’re confident in yourself. Everything I’ve heard about your missions was always positive, the trust your Master has in you is incredible.” He cleared his throat. He was beating around the bush and he knew it. You groaned a bit and he held his hand up. “But you’re also beautiful. I can always tell who’s laughing when I hear you. Even if I’m not looking. I know it’s you. It’s very distinct. If the suns raised every morning just to see your face and head your laugh it wouldn’t surprise me. I can always feel when you’re around, your presence alone is so loud… Warm and.. Inviting. I always think about you and whenever I catch it I beat myself right the hell up.” He shrugged.
You stared at him. That wasn’t what you expected. Not from a man with his reputation. You expected something baseline and boring. Even a bit sexual. He is a man after all but he shocked you for what seemed like the hundredth time that night.
“Why would you beat yourself up?” You asked, skillfully dodging all the soft and mushy stuff he had mentioned. He shrugged.
“Obvious reasons, Y/N.” He said simply and you nodded. “Your turn.” He smiled and you internally screamed at yourself for promising this to him. It was only fair but Maker, it was embarrassing.
“I hate to be the person who says something as easy as ‘I feel the same’…” You trailed off and he leaned forward, like he was eager to hear what you had to say. It made you feel special. “But I do. I might even feel more intensely than you.” You took a deep breath to help yourself get it over with. “I admire you more than you could know. I’ve never known anybody who’s been through so many adversaries and came over them to be as amazing as you. I think of you every day and since earlier, it’s gotten almost unbearable to deal with. I think about you during the day and I dream of you at night. I know it’s not right but I’ve never wanted anything more than I want you. Every aspect of you.”
You didn’t get very far in your confession before Anakin pushed both of your legs down and pulled you toward him. You almost floated toward him and into his lap. Your eyes stared at him wildly as his hand touched the side of your cheek, stroking it gently. “Anakin..” You started and he shook his head.
“Please let me try this. It’s all I can ever think about.” He whispered and you didn’t object. His nose touched yours and your eyes fluttered shut. His breath against your lips made some kind of switch inside of you flip and you pushed your lips against his as your hands grabbed at the fabric on his back before moving up to the nape of his hair. He moaned against you and you let out a heavy breath between your lips. The sound alone made you push him down on his back and you clambered over him.
He held you tightly to his body and rolled the two of you over so he would be over you. Through heavy handed kisses he whispered something but you couldn’t make it out.
“Hm?” You asked, pulling away. He stared at you with an intensity you’d never seen before and it made your blood feel like lava in your veins. You anticipated his response.
“Keep this up and I’m going to have to take some extreme measures.” His voice was gravelly and his breath hit your face with every syllable. You felt your breathing become erratic and sharp. You stared up at him and ran a hand through his hair, his eyes almost closed at the feeling. You pulled him back toward you, engaging him in another longing kiss. You moaned when his tongue slipped between your lips. Your hips moved up toward his instinctually and he pushed them back down with a sound that almost sounded like a growl.
“Don’t.” He whispered.
“Why not?” You responded. The wine had taken its natural affect on you and at this point, having him was all you wanted.
“I want it to be special.” He said as he pulled away from you. He had a level of restraint that he was struggling to maintain and you could feel it.
“You’ll have plenty of do-overs.” You mumbled before pulling him back to you and he gave in. He untied your robe and looked down at your pyjamas that were hiding underneath and a small chuckle escaped him before he began to pull away the clothing on your body. He left your panties on before he pulled his own shirt off. His pants stayed on and you didn’t care. You could stare at his body forever, so you stared with wide and lustful eyes. It was far better than you could ever have imagined and it made you squeeze your legs together.
His hand traced down from your cheek to your chin, across your collarbone and down the side of your body. He hit a spot where you were a bit sensitive and you jerked at the ticklish feeling. He smiled, tracing his finger up and down a few times to see your reaction. You whined in response and he didn’t waste anytime in giving you what you wanted.
His hand felt ginormous between your legs and you sucked in a sharp breath when his fingers danced over your panties. He felt how wet you were and a smirk washed over his face. “I’m not even gonna say it.” He laughed gently as he increased the pressure of his movements against you.
“Say what?” You said, your words mixed into the sound of a moan.
“How wet you are and how much I like it.” He leaned down and began to pepper kisses all over your neck and collarbone. Your eyes rolled back into your head when he slipped your underwear to one side and ran his fingers through your folds. Your back arched and you spread your legs a bit more for him and he smiled against your skin. “Good girl.” He whispered, causing a small whimper to leave you.
Anakin’s fingers worked your throbbing heat gently, starting with one pumping in and out of you at an alarmingly slow pace. You wriggled under him and he used his free hand to hold you still. “Patience.” He repeated his words from earlier. You tried to keep still while he added a second finger and increased his pace, curling them ever so gently. Moans fell from your lips and you tried your best to silence them. You focused on staring up at the stars above you, not even caring that the two of you were doing this outdoors, hidden between a few bushes.
After what seemed like a decade, he pulled his fingers out of you and pressed them against your clit. Your own excitement was all he needed for lubricant. He rubbed it slowly while sucking gently at your neck. “Anakin.” You moaned and he hummed as a response. “Please don’t stop.” You said desperately.
“I like it when you beg.” He whispered as he moved his fingers in quick circular motions against your clit. You felt your entire body jerk up toward him at the new feeling. You’d done this yourself multiple times and it had never felt as good as it did right now. Your eyes squeezed shut as your felt yourself get closer and closer to euphoria. Your hands gripped at his hair, pulling and tugging it, causing a moan to leave his mouth and you felt the feeling come barreling at you like a freight train. You felt your body begin to vibrate and all it took was a few words from him to tip you over the edge. “Cum for me.” He whispered and a yelp left your mouth as you released every bit of tension in your body. You grinded against his fingers and he slowed his movements. You rode it out until you were able to open your eyes. When you did, you saw him staring down at you and your cheeks flushed.
“I’m sorry..” You started and he shook his head.
“Please don’t be. I’ve thought about doing that for months.” He smiled and you returned the expression. Your embarrassment left as quickly as it came and you began to reach for his pants. His hand rested over yours. “Have you ever had sex?” He asked and you shook your head reluctantly. He sighed. “I can’t do that right now. I won’t make that something that happens when you’re drunk, let alone in a field outside the Temple.” He finished and you sighed. A nod followed.
“Okay..” You smiled and he gently pulled your shirt back over your head and began to raise your pants to your waist again. You lifted your hips to help him as he got you dressed before he put his own shirt back on. He grabbed your robe and tied it around you the same way you had done earlier before brushing your hair behind your ear.
“You’re beautiful.” He said and you pushed at his chest lightly. He grasped at his chest as if he’d been shot and fell over onto his back. You laughed at him and he laughed with you. It was nice seeing this side of him, it made him seem like he was just a normal boy. You liked feeling normal.
“I want to take you out. Somewhere nice.” He sat up, his hand rested on your leg. You raised an eyebrow at him.
“Like a date? As if we have the time.” You laughed gently.
“We both have time, while the council decides on what we need to do about this stupid war.” He shrugged and you looked at him, resting your hand over his on your leg.
“Fine. I’ll go on a date with you.” You nodded.
“Don’t sound too excited.” He joked as he stood up, pulling you up with him.
“I’ll try not to.” You smiled at him and your cheeks went bright red when he laced his fingers within your own, holding your hand as he walked you back through the dark hallways to your apartment.
When you finally arrived at your door, you unlocked it and he stepped in with you. You turned back to look at him with confusion.
“I couldn’t find my key. That’s why I was wandering around earlier.” He said sheepishly and you laughed harder than you had in years. It took a few moments for you to compose yourself.
“Oh that��s why you said and did all that? You just needed a place to sleep?” You joked and he rolled his eyes.
“I’d have found a cleaner apartment to do so if that was the case.” He joked back and you giggled.
“You can stay here.” You smiled and showed him the bathroom and the room, even though your apartment was small and you didn’t really need to. He made his way to your couch and you scoffed. “You just made me cum in a field and you’re trying to sleep on my couch? Go to the bed.” You said as you walked into the bathroom and you heard him chuckle behind you.
“You got a point.” He said as he sat on the edge of your bed. He pulled his shirt off and folded it neatly on the floor beside him, ignoring the fact that half your clothes were strewn across the room carelessly. He could fix that later.
The two of you laid down and he held you close as you fell into a deep sleep. You’d never slept that well before and neither had he.
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Context: Satine’s coronation to become Duchess of Mandalore, right after the Year On The Run.
I wanted her coronation dress to be very wedding-dress-like, as she’s in many ways marrying herself to Mandalore and her new duties. And of course, for extra angst, Obi-Wan is the one walking her out and handing her off. But it’s also not Obitine without some cute banter, so here you go (:
#obitine#satine kryze#obi wan x satine#fanart#obi wan star wars#obi wan kenobi#mandalore#the year on the run#they’re just babies#he knows he has to say goodbye soon#and Satine knows it to#but in proper Obitine fashion they must banter to the end#star wars#pre TPM#padawan obi wan
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The Jedi and the Loth Rat (Episode 4)
Kanan Jarrus x Padawan!Reader
Link to Episode 3
Warnings: Torture scenes, mentions of cutting/bruises/injuries, needles, canon-typical fighting, SO MUCH ANGST ahh the fluffy lovey dovey angst
Summary: Facing torture at the hands of the Grand Inquisitor, you make an unexpected Force connection and an accidental confession. Kanan, shocked by these events, races to save your life. (THIS ONE IS SO JUICY AND ANGSTY IT IS MY FAVORITE). Also, this episode was inspired in part by one of @meshlasolus "House of Memories" series, so thanks to them for writing that amazing fic :)
Word Count: 5.2k
You waited for the moments in between the shocks—the moments the pain left you for a minute, maybe two. It felt like sleep; it felt like bliss; you had endured the pain for so long it felt like you had always been hanging here, in these restraints, like you had always lived a life of pain, and brief moments of its absence.
"Again," you heard the Grand Inquisitor say, from somewhere behind you, and again you felt the electric pain shock through your whole body, your muscles tensing and your body convulsing around it. Would it never end? Would they never just let you die? The moment the shocking stopped, you felt yourself almost slip away, into sleep, or death, you didn't know, and at this point you didn't care. You had lost your fear. You had lost your hope. All you remembered was pain.
The Grand Inquisitor smiled, knowing the pain was beginning to wear down your defenses. He had started with a sharp blade, purely for his own enjoyment, the recreation of carving into your pretty skin, your arms, your face. A few cuts here and there surely weren't going to make you talk, but when you did break, and tell him where the rebels were, when he finally was able to dispose of you, he wanted your body to look as battered as possible. For the image. The message your corpse would send to the other rebels. He had moved on to the fingernails, those pesky unnecessary appendages that he had stormtroopers remove one by one, enjoying your screams. And yet, you still refused to talk. He was now heavily favoring the Scan Grid, the useful device that was administering the electric shocks. He knew from experience that it was best not to shock you unendingly—that it was best to give you a few moments of release, and to cause you pain only intermittently. He knew it was not your body he needed to wear down, but your mind. Still, he wanted you to look hurt. When you were terminated, he would of course be bringing your body to the rebels, to tell them who had betrayed them. He wanted to show the Jedi his work. He wanted Kanan Jarrus to suffer.
"Where are they?" The Grand Inquisitor asked in a deep, indulgent voice, signaling the stormtrooper to again administer the shocks. Your body jerked back and forth, rocked with the pain, taking in the electricity that was slowly killing you. When it ceased, you used all of your effort to open your eyes, to look directly into the yellow irises in front of you.
"You will never break me," you told him, forcing what you hoped was a snarky smile. As you had intended, this infuriated the Grand Inquisitor, and you felt his anger and rage through the Force as you were again shocked. I am one with the Force, you told yourself, the Force is with me. You would not break. You believed this to be true with your whole heart. You could never betray your family. You could never betray Kanan.
You pushed the thought of him from your mind. You knew you would never see him again. You knew you would die here, in this cell, the information of his whereabouts kept secret—your last act of bravery.
"Ah, feeling remorseful, are we?" The Grand Inquisitor asked gleefully, picking up on your sudden burst of feeling through the Force, but mistaking it for weakness. This was the problem with inquisitors, you'd come to find, these force-wielders who focused their energy only on hate: they often misread the currents, the life energy circling around them. "You will talk," he said, moving around you slowly, the way a lion might stalk his prey. "But perhaps you need a...kinder form of persuasion."
At this, two more stormtroopers entered the cell, carrying between them a black metal case.
"Here you are, Grand Inquisitor," one of the troopers said, and saluted. The Grand Inquisitor did not acknowledge the trooper, instead looking greedily down at the black case.
"Leave us," he told the troopers without looking up, and all three of them exited the cell. You watched as the Grand Inquisitor made a show of slowly opening the case. You tried to lean forward to see its contents, but your muscles were so badly damaged, even small movements made you feel as if you were going to tear open at the seams. You breathed deeply, dispelling fear. They will kill me, you told yourself. They have to kill me eventually. The pain would end. You would become one with the Force. You would become a true Jedi.
"I am not sure if you are familiar with this particular brand of...medicine," the Grand Inquisitor said, but you were barely listening, clinging to your last shreds of strength, readying yourself to part with this world, to move into the next. Through your stupor, you saw the outline of the Inquisitor bringing up in his hand a syringe. Your stomach dropped.
"You rebels, criminals, and other galactic scum refer to this as 'truth serum,'" he told you, drawing nearer, holding the needle close to your neck. "But I would not give it a name so crude as that. It works quite well to gather secrets, though," he said, putting his face right up to yours, and looking into your eyes. "Even well-trained Jedi often crack under its influence." He stared at you, and you kept eye contact with him, barely breathing. "On a mousey vagrant like you? A child only yesterday? With a rudimentary understanding of the Force?" He plunged the needle into your neck, hard, and you couldn't help but gasp in pain. He pushed the fluid into your veins. "It should do the trick." The Grand Inquisitor finished his tirade, a nasty grin on his face. You watched as his outline started to swim in front of you, watched as the world faded into a cloud. Your eyelids drooped, and you had no power to stop them.
It was a wonderful sensation. Though you could still feel your fear, it sat on the surface; as if you were a vast ocean, and the waves of pain at the top of you were barely noticeable from the depths, where you were sinking, sinking, a heavy cold pushing your mind further into oblivion.
"WHERE IS KANAN JARRUS!?" The Grand Inquisitor shouted, hitting you across the face, and then holding your chin in his hand, pulling your head up to his.
Kanan. Kanan. You felt for him from your ocean, reaching out with the Force. Kanan. And the truth serum brought forth everything you’d buried—every feeling, every thought you had worked to keep out of your mind and body, out of your Force presence. All of the love you felt for Kanan, all of the desire, the want, the need. All of the admiration, the fear of losing him. The feeling of his hand brushing up against yours. The feeling of looking into his eyes. The serum brought up everything you had wished you didn't feel, every ounce of your love for him, and you had no more desire to bury it. You loved him. You must protect him.
"WHERE IS HE!?" The Grand Inquisitor shouted at you again, pushing the button himself to send electric shocks through your body. You couldn't help yourself.
"KANAN!" you screamed, your lips opening without your control. You couldn't stop yourself from screaming for him, reaching out for him with your arms, reaching out from within yourself for him. Kanan. Your love, Kanan.
And somehow, when you reached out, you felt him. Your eyes shocked open, but you couldn't see the cell you were in, or the Grand Inquisitor. You only saw Kanan. You felt him inside yourself, as if the two of you were one, one presence in two bodies. You saw him without your eyes, felt his fear, his confusion, his...agony. Somehow, through some mystery of the Force, he was there with you, in your mind, seeing through your eyes, feeling your thoughts. The Grand Inquisitor shocked you once more, and you bit your lip to stop yourself from screaming Kanan's name again. How you had forged this connection, you didn't know. You couldn’t explain it. You didn't understand. You felt Kanan watch you as your body convulsed. He shouldn't have to see this.
"You will," the Grand Inquisitor said through gritted teeth between shocks, "tell me where he is." Kanan. Kanan.
Once again the truth serum brought forth an ocean of feeling, every memory you'd had, every time Kanan had looked at you. How he had reached for his stolen lightsaber that fateful day and given you a choice. How he had patiently worked with you, teaching you the ways of the Jedi. How he smiled. How it felt when you laughed together. How it felt when he hugged you, as if a string from deep down inside yourself had been pulling you into his arms from the moment you'd been born. How he sounded when he said your name. How every time you looked at him, you'd been overwhelmed by the deepest of desires—for him, and him only. How your whole body tingled for him. How your cosmic presence desired his. All of the thoughts you had worked so hard to keep a secret burst once again to the surface, the truth serum no longer allowing you to lie to yourself. Or to Kanan. For he was there with you—you could feel him, taste his Force presence, feel his shock and emotion, his confusion and fear. You knew from the moment you'd connected that he had been with you for every thought, every memory you saw, every emotion you felt; he was there, feeling it with you, from within you. You saw yourself through his eyes, hanging limp in the all-too-familiar torture cell on Mustafar, your eyes swollen and lips bloody, your face cut.
Now there were no more secrets—he knew. He knew how you felt. He knew you had failed him, had failed to refrain from attachment, from base desires. He knew that you had feelings for him. He knew that you had been lying to him—that you were no Jedi.
The Grand Inquisitor shocked you again, and you saw only through the Force. You felt only through the Force. You felt the Grand Inquisitor's anger, rage at you. You felt Kanan, there next to you, watching you be tortured, experiencing your own love for him as if he were reading your emotions like a book. You felt Kanan's agony at watching this happen. You knew the time had come. You knew it was time for you to die.
"I’m sorry!" You choked out, in a half sob, seeing only Kanan, without your eyes, as he reached out to you, with his arms and through the Force, from far far away. The Grand Inquisitor hit you hard over the head, and everything went black.
"Again," the Grand Inquisitor said calmly.
"Um, sir? She's unconscious," the stormtrooper said, unsure.
"An unconscious Jedi can still feel pain," the Inquisitor replied, his voice quiet, steady. "Remember, it is her mind we must break. Again."
Following orders, the trooper pressed the button, sending shocks through the girl, her body tensing up, her muscles moving on their own, before she fell once again, limp in her restraints, very much insensate.
Kanan fell forward out of his kneeled position, where he had been meditating. His vision had faded. He was shaking. He felt feverish, as if he'd just emerged from cold water; as if he himself had just been shocked. He had never strayed so far into the Force as this. He hadn't thought it possible. How had he connected with you, from so far away? How had you found him?
He couldn't feel his legs. They felt like jelly beneath him, and he closed his eyes, pressing his hands to his head. The image of you, beaten and bruised. The pain he had seen you enduring, all because of him. The things he had seen—and felt. The things he had felt. Through you. He couldn't believe it, couldn't make sense of the impressions you'd left on him, the deep dive he had taken into your feelings and memories. He didn't understand it, didn't understand your sadness, your longing, your—he couldn't bring himself to think the word. It wasn't as if he hadn't thought about you that way; he had done all too much thinking about you. But the efforts he had gone to—the efforts you had both gone to, he realized, almost manic, shaking his head back and forth—to hide his true feelings. Only for your sake. For the sake of your training. Because he had thought that was what you'd wanted. He—he had never known how you'd felt. He hadn't thought it a possibility, that you might feel about him the way he felt about you. And now you were unconscious; close to death; and still in pain, still tormented. He pushed his hands into his eyes, making them burn. He couldn't stand it.
And your words to him—"I'm sorry," you had said—the memory of the sound of it broke Kanan apart, his agony threatening to incapacitate him. What had you meant? What could you possibly be apologizing for—for getting captured? It had been his fault, all his fault that the Inquisitor had taken you.
Kanan stood up quickly, pacing, sensing the incoming presence before she presented herself.
"Kanan—" Sabine said through the closed door, outside of Kanan's quarters on the Ghost. Kanan was already pressing the button to open the doorway and striding through it, to Sabine's surprise.
"We have to go for her. Now." Kanan said, looking at Sabine with an intensity and vulnerability uncommon for him.
"Kanan, wha—what's wrong? What's happened?" Sabine couldn't comprehend the look in Kanan's eye. It was a look she had never before seen in the eyes of her friend, the Jedi who had become her family. It was a look she had only seen once before—in the eyes of her father, as Mandalore burned.
"We need to go, now!" Kanan shouted, walking swiftly through the hallway and toward the cockpit.
"Okay, but we don't know where she is!" Sabine jogged to keep up with him. "Hera is contacting her sources, trying to find a lead, but—"
Kanan stopped. "I know where she is."
"Well, there's one benefit to all of this" Sabine said, clinging to the lava crawler as it moved through the flow, unaffected as it was by the heat due to its lava shield. "When we find her, you can tell her you literally swam through fire to save her."
Zeb laughed. "We. WE literally swam through fire. Personally, I would like credit where credit is due." He clung to the droid beneath his feet, looking down at the lava sea of Mustafar that raged below him with obvious unease.
"Shut up, you two," Kanan said, his jaw clenched. "Keep your mind on the mission." He perched on his crawler with one knee down, his fingertips on the droid's surface, concentrating with the Force. This mission could not fail.
Sabine and Zeb gave each other a look. Normally, they would crack back at Kanan, but this obvious show of fear was so shocking from their usually reckless compatriot that they let it slide, focusing in on their target.
"Hera," Sabine said into her comm unit. "We're almost in position. Now's the time."
"Copy that," Hera answered into her comm. She hovered in the Ghost with Chopper, their ship's presence camouflaged by the constant influx of energy expelling off of the volcano planet. This was the one and only thing they had going for them on Mustafar—in every other sense, the planet was impenetrable, its unstable and dangerous surface the perfect deterrent for any ships, for any ground forces, for life of any kind. Hera knew the stakes. She looked through her scope, analyzing the dark masses in front of her. Nests.
"Chopper," Hera said into her ship's comm, "let's give them a scare."
Chopper beeped back from the gunner, sending shots targeting the ashy hillside beneath the nests.
The resounding boom of the blasts hitting the hill was enough. Not enough to kill the Mustafarian dragons in the nests above, but enough to disturb them. Even through the metal and glass, in enough layers to hold out space, Hera could hear the cries of the beasts as they rose into the air, the nests ahead transforming into a cloud of flying fire lizards.
Chopper beeped again through the ship's comms. "Right," Hera said, pulling the ship upward, away from the incoming mass of creatures. "Spectre 5, the cats are out of the bag."
"That's our cue," Sabine told Kanan and Zeb, down below on the surface.
"It's just ahead," Kanan replied, jumping nimbly from his lava crawler onto the hill of charcoal and ash. The Force allowed him to rise higher in the air than any human should be allowed, and gracefully land on his toes. Sabine followed him, using her bascar jetpack to propel her jump, from which she too landed gracefully.
"Ughf" Zeb grunted, throwing his whole weight at the hillside. He landed hard, displacing a lot of ash, which clouded around the rebels.
"Zeb!" Kanan said quietly, but with urgency, looking at the floating ash around them. Sabine quickly used her arm canons to blow the ash away, and they watched as it dissipated. She assessed that it was unlikely to have been noticed by anyone on the imperial base looming on the hillside above them.
"What? I'm no space wizard." Zeb shrugged, unholstering his gun.
"Will you two please just focus?" Kanan asked, motioning with his fingers for them to follow him.
"Kanan," Sabine said, something in her tone causing Kanan to turn back to look at her. "We are focused. We are here with you, ready to fight with you. Ready to fight for Y/N. Don't crack up on us." Sabine put her hand on Kanan's shoulder, and his whole body drooped under her touch.
"I won't," he replied softly. Zeb, not being the most adept with emotions, gave Kanan a small, awkward smile, and the three of them ran quietly across the hillside away from the lava.
When they reached the edge of the base, they crouched behind rocks near a basement landing pad.
"Should be any moment now," Zeb whispered.
"Keep your eyes to the sky," said Kanan, looking up in anticipation.
"As if you can call this smoke plume 'sky'," Sabine joked, looking up toward the clouds of ash above them.
The three of them waited in silence. For a moment or two, nothing happened. Sabine looked at Zeb, who looked at Kanan. He held his finger up, in a gesture that meant wait.
Another moment of silence. And then—as if conjured out of nowhere—the Mustafarian dragons rose in numbers, large, loud, descending as one onto the upper decks of the base.
"Hey, what the—"
"These things again?"
"Blast them!"
"Aaaargh!"
From above them, the rebels could hear the sounds of the stormtroopers struggling to fend off the beasts.
"All units to the upper levels. Code orange," a stormtrooper sounded off, and at this, the troopers guarding the ground-level eastern entrance left their posts, running into the base.
"Hera with another perfect score," Zeb said, chuckling. He ran to the other side of Kanan as the three of them approached the deserted entrance: Sabine on one end, Zeb on the other, and Kanan in the middle, his robe's hood above his head, his face looking dangerous.
Kanan rose his fingers and swiped them deftly through the air, opening the door in front of them. Though Sabine and Zeb held their guns aloft, the hallway was empty.
"They really hate those raptor things," Zeb observed.
"Kanan, we don't have much time. Where is she?" Sabine asked.
Kanan felt it immediately, swallowing his fear as a lump descended in his stomach.
"Down," he replied, his face inscrutable.
Sabine and Zeb shared another look. They knew what that meant. They knew what happened in those soundproof rooms beneath Imperial bases, those rooms with walls so thick they could contain the screaming voices no one would ever hear again, buried deep into the ground.
They approached the lift, and as Kanan called it with his fingers they kept their guns up, but when the doors opened they again met no one. Kanan felt out through the Force, feeling the pain of this place, feeling Zeb and Sabine's dread at descending to the lower levels of the base. He knew the Grand Inquisitor couldn't be far away. Still, when reaching out, he only met the presences he knew intimately—those of his crewmates. His family. And yet, something was wrong. Kanan could feel your presence distinctly through the Force, could detect it growing ever closer as the lift descended, but your flicker was fuzzy, fading. It was as if Kanan were viewing you through opaque, translucent glass, or as if he were touching you through a hard and heavy fabric. Trying not to panic, Kanan steeled himself, knowing what would happen just moments before it occurred.
When the lift doors opened, the stormtroopers pointed their guns, but Kanan's lightsaber was already lit, and the troopers were incapacitated before they'd even had a chance to fire.
"How does he DO that," Sabine marveled as the three of them ran forward through the halls, weapons at the ready.
"This way," Kanan told them, turning left and running through a dark hallway lined with doors illuminated in red. The blue glow of his lightsaber lit their path through the quiet dread etched into the energy of this place.
Kanan's breath caught in his throat as he stopped abruptly. It took Sabine and Zeb a moment to skid to a stop, looking back to the Jedi for guidance.
"In here," Kanan said, trying still to calm himself with the Force, to dispel his fear. "Zeb, stand guard." The Lasat stood, facing out with his gun cocked. Kanan holstered his lightsaber and raised two, shaking fingers, waving the cell door open.
Part of Kanan had a hard time moving his limbs as he exhaled swiftly and beheld the view into the room in front of him; part of him was ignited into lightspeed as he ran forward and knelt in front of you, your body limp on the floor of the cell, your face, head, and hands bleeding onto the stone beneath you.
Kanan's entire body was rocked by grief. The way he had felt during your shared Force vision couldn't compare to this—the real feeling of you in his arms, of holding you in front of him, your lifeless form covered in your own blood, your face black with bruises and cuts.
"She's alive," Sabine said, kneeling next to Kanan, her voice clipped as if she too were having trouble breathing. "My suit is reading her pulse."
"I know," Kanan replied, shocked at the sound of his own voice, part of him still immobile at the sight of you. "I can feel her Force presence. But it's so...faint." The last word that escaped his lips came out weakly, almost as a whisper. He couldn't lose you. Not like this. Not at all. He knew it was not the time, knew they were still in danger, but part of him wanted so very badly to give into his fear, to let it control him, to allow the hopelessness to invade every crack and crevice of his mind. Another more prominent part of him spoke in his mind, loudly. The Jedi inside spoke to Kanan, and he felt the tiniest spark. It was enough to bring him to his feet, holding you in his arms. He stood tall, fighting off the darkness and winning, breathing in the light side of the Force—the goodness, the light, the hope.
"We need to go," he said quickly, commanding Zeb and Sabine into flank position. The three of them swept from the cell, hurrying back toward the lifts. Their fight power significantly diminished, with Kanan's arms full of your unconscious figure, Zeb and Sabine held their weapons at the ready, circling the Jedi.
The lift ascended. You stirred, but only a little, as if you'd felt a change in the Force. Kanan held you tight.
The lift doors opened and, as all three had expected, stormtroopers were waiting for them, their weapons drawn. Zeb jumped high into the air, shooting down in an arc, landing behind the stormtroopers. Their forces divided and distracted, Sabine fired shot after shot, covering Kanan as he ran with you in his arms back toward the entrance.
"Hera, we need a pick up NOW!" Sabine shouted into her comm, as Zeb fought skillfully and loudly against the remaining stormtroopers, banging their helmets against the wall.
"Copy that," Hera replied through the comm. They had no choice but to trust she would be waiting for them. They had no choice but to trust each other.
The group ran through the hall, hearing shots firing behind them. Kanan ran only with the Force, the light beaming through his body the only explanation for how his feet were still moving, how he was still running, still fighting for you. He slammed the doors open with his mind as Zeb and Sabine fired shots behind them, running to keep up. As he emerged from the base, the Jedi's hood was blown off as he faced a landing ship. His beard and ponytail glistening as he looked up to the sky, and he saw Hera's face smiling down at them from the cockpit, the ship's ramp opening though it was still hovering above the ground.
"Jump!" Sabine yelled, and she tumbled up and into the ship. Just then, a larger blast echoed behind them. Kanan turned around and looked up—troopers on the upper floors had spotted them, and were firing the base's canons in their direction.
"Zeb!" Kanan yelled, looking back and seeing the crowd of stormtroopers converging on the Lasat.
"Go!" Zeb yelled, firing frantic shots at the troopers. "I'll cover you!"
Kanan didn't make the choice—it was as if the universe told him what to do. Closing his eyes, Kanan lifted you out of his arms through the Force. As if someone had hit pause on the fight, the stormtroopers, Zeb, Sabine, and Hera all stopped to watch as your body floated through the air, your hair dangling beneath you, your head tipping back. And then it was over—you fell into Sabine's arms on the ramp of the Ghost, the ship pulling higher to avoid the canons.
"Zeb!" Kanan yelled again, seeing his friend inside a circle of troopers, his hands up. Drawing his saber as fast as lightning, Kanan jumped into the center of the circle with Zeb. It was all a blur. The blue blade of the lightsaber swished around, contrasting with the red and orange of the fiery lava.
Just then, the troopers were scattered by a blast. Zeb and Kanan put their arms up to cover their faces, and then looked up to see Chopper's metal face in the window of the Ghost's gunner. The blast had given the ship the cover it needed to lower to them.
"Since when is Chop allowed to fire missiles?" Zeb asked, genuinely shrugging with his gun in one hand.
"Run!" Kanan replied, making a break for the ramp of the ship, lowering again for them a few meters away. As shots fired at them, both Kanan and Zeb tumbled onto the Ghost.
"Go!" Sabine yelled into her comm, smashing the button to raise the ramp as Hera pulled the ship up and off the surface.
'They'll send ties," Hera said through the comms, as Kanan, Sabine, and Zeb sat panting in the hull next to your unconscious form. Chopper rolled up to you all, spraying you with cooling bacta spray to treat the slight burn on all of your skin from the surface of Mustafar. "Sabine, I need you in a gunner position," Hera continued. "Zeb, get to the cockpit..." Kanan heard it all, felt the motion around him, but only could focus his eyes on you.
"Chopper, I need a medikit to read her vitals!" Kanan pleaded, and Chopper rolled away to get one out of storage. Kanan felt in him a muddled scream, coming from elsewhere, a ripple in the Force, someone's anger, a deep fury. He pushed it aside easily. Kanan had no interest in the Grand Inquisitor at this moment, not when you were splayed in front of him, barely breathing.
Kanan lifted you and laid your body on the flight couch in the main hull, sitting down and holding your head in his lap. He felt the ship shake as it took incoming fire.
"It's going to be okay," he told you, feeling your Force presence fading even more. Chopper rolled back into the room, and Kanan clumsily struggled to attach the vitals pack to your arm. You couldn't fade like this. He wouldn't let you. The ship shook once again as the Ghost fought off the tie-fighters pursuing them.
"Hera," Kanan said into his comm, begging. "We need to get her to a medical base immediately."
"We're almost clear!" Hera replied, as the ship once again rocked and tumbled.
Kanan tried to position your body so that he could hold your figure steady. He didn't know the extent of your injuries, didn't know whether there was any lasting damage to your internal organs, and he was terrified of jostling you. As he felt the ship finally plunge into hyperspace, he put a hand up to gently touch the unbruised parts of your face, your head cradled against him.
"Kanan," you said softly, still unconscious, but breathing more steadily.
"Yes, I'm here." Kanan's heart leapt as he heard your voice, speaking to you with as much Force calm as he could muster, his arms shaking from his joy and fear. She's going to be okay, Kanan thought. She's here with me.
"You're safe," he told you, still cradling your head, making sure he didn't touch the wounds between his fingers. "It's over."
You were swimming. It was dark here, and deep, and cold, but somehow, you felt comfortable down in the depths. You swam along, looking for something. What? You couldn't remember what you were looking for. It was only then that you realized you were going to drown. You started to panic, looking around you, seeing only darkness encircling you, having no idea which way was up, which way was the way out.
You're a Jedi, a voice told you through the water. You're a Jedi. Rise. You remembered. You were a Jedi. You reached out with the Force, connecting to the water, to the darkness, the fuzzy feeling enclosing you, connecting to all of the ways up and down and around. As you reached out with your Force presence, you felt something—something familiar. You breathed deeply. It felt like home.
"Kanan," someone spoke, somewhere. You could even feel the lips moving, the person speaking with such love and affection.
"Yes, I'm here," you heard Kanan say, and suddenly you realized you weren't drowning. You weren't underwater. You were in space. You were safe.
"You're safe," you heard Kanan tell you. "It's over."
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EPISODE 5 is here! bacta time!
The Jedi and the Loth Rat
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Anakin, Ahsoka & Reader sitting on the bench with defeated look
Obi-Wan : why are the three of you sitting sad like that?
Reader : sit with us so we can tell you
Obi-Wan, sitting down : well?
Anakin : this bench is freshly painted
Obi-Wan : ...
Ahsoka : yeah, they did it to me too
#star wars#obi wan kenobi#clone wars#padawan reader#child reader#platonic#obi wan x padawan reader platonic#star wars incorrect quotes#clone wars incorrect quotes#anakin skywalker#ahsoka
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69 on the smut dialogue and D5 on the smut prompt list with anakin? :)
Deflowered
anakin x fem!reader
A/N: Ugh this turned into my padawan fic and I absolutely loved the prompt so I couldn't help myself turning it into an entire fic. ily nonnie <3
Master Ani's been dreaming of his padawan for months when he feels her distraction again he finally takes what's his (Anakin is about 10 years older in this <3)
Warnings: master x padawan (reader is 18+), virginity taking, oral (f receiving), dirty talk, fingering, innocence kink, unprotected p n v, a little bit of blood, sprinkle of dacryphilia, lmk if i missed any
Word Count: 1.8k
Main Masterlist 500 Celebration
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Prompt: 69 one person stopping a kiss to ask “do you want to do this?”, only to have the other person answer with a deeper, more passionate kiss + D5 sloppy, dirty sex
“Your lack of concentration is unlike you” Anakin commented placing a hand on your shoulder. Goosebumps rose across your skin at his warm touch. “Sorry Master,” You said putting your robe back on and looking up at him. “Is something on your mind?” He questioned not bothering to put any of his robes back on, still in a thin shirt from training. “Not really I’m quite tired” You replied trying to take your eyes off his exposed chest. “You can’t lie to me that easy” He smirked. “I can feel it y’know,” He said quietly. “Feel what?” You blushed. What was it that he felt? If he knew how you felt about him you were sure you’d be expelled. It was inappropriate and Anakin was much too old for you.
“Look at me,” He said quietly lifting your chin. Recently, he’d been more touchy, brushing a hand over yours or placing a hand on your back more frequently. All those touches made it so much worse. Heat bloomed in your stomach as you looked back at him. His eyes studying you carefully, a smirk plastered on his stupid perfect face. “Tell me what you feel, padawan” You stayed silent as your throat went dry. You couldn’t help but wonder if this was a test.
“I…” You squeaked nerves preventing you from speaking. “I love how innocent you are, can’t even speak the things your pretty head imagines” Anakin continued lifting his thumb to your bottom lip and pulling it down suggestively. “Master” You whispered swallowing thickly. “You sound so sweet when you call me that” He watched your eyes. The way they widened with nerves, he could feel your arousal through the heat of your skin. “I want to know, what you’re thinking about,” Anakin said more firmly this time. “I can’t,” You told him.
His smile grew and he stepped even closer. “Why not?” He questioned leaning even closer. The leather of his glove rested against your jawline, your mind wandered wondering what the durasteel would feel like on your cheek. “Such an innocent thing, let me say it for you,” He said lowly leaning down to capture your lips with his own. Your heart leapt and the familiar butterflies swarmed your stomach as your master kissed you. In response, you leaned in closer placing your hand against his chest.
Anakin pulled back unexpectedly. Touching his flesh you could now feel the lust radiating from him. His dark gaze met yours and he asked in a whisper “Do you want this?” In response, you stood on your tiptoes wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing him deeply. Your heart was still pounding with nerves. He immediately slipped his tongue into your mouth grabbing a handful of your ass through thick robes. You whimpered quietly flinching at his touch. He deepened the kiss making sure you were pressed right up against him so he could feel as much as possible.
“So innocent” He whispered breaking the kiss. His lips moved along your jawline down to your neck. His fingers moved downward desperate to undress you. “Tell me padawan, have you ever been touched?” He asked. “N-No Master” “Good girl, then I’ll be the first” He groaned into your neck. “I want you in my quarters, now” He ordered. You nodded eagerly taking a hesitant step away from him before he guided you to his quarters. Anakin let out a quiet sigh of relief that it was so late, nobody would hear what he was about to do to you.
When the door was locked his hands were on you in an instant unwrapping you like a gift. You slowly helped him, becoming more nervous by the second. “I’ve dreamed of this pretty body for months,” He told you. Left in only your undergarments he pulled the breast band from your chest licking his lips hungrily. His gaze made your nipples harden as you began to hide yourself. “No hiding,” He said grabbing your arms and pulling them away. “Master I-” “Shh baby,” He cooed pushing you against his bed dropping his mouth to your breasts.
You whined as he bit and sucked on the sensitive skin. Anakin left bruises across your chest soothing them with his wet tongue. Lifting your hips you started to grind your pussy into his thigh desperate for the slightest amount of friction. His mouth left your tits as he trailed dirty kisses down your stomach, he ran his fingers down your inner thighs before pulling your panties down. “Such pretty holes, I can’t wait to use them” He smirked spreading you open with his fingers. Lifting his free hand to your mouth. “Open,” He told you sneaking his fingers past your lips. “Now suck” You did as he asked sucking on his fingers.
Anakin’s smirk grew as he tested your gag reflex working them down your throat further until you gagged on them. “We’ll have to work on that” He hummed pulling his saliva-soaked fingers from your mouth. “Master, what are you doing?” You asked closing your legs. “I’m getting you ready for me angel, I want these legs open. Show me that pretty cunt” He instructed watching lustfully as you did as he asked. Anakin couldn’t get enough of the blush on your cheeks. “You look so gorgeous like this,” He said quietly teasing your entrance.
“Have you ever fingered yourself padawan?” He asked slipping only one finger into your tightness. “No Master” You replied clenching around his finger. His eyes burned into yours before he smiled. “You just grind your pretty clit on your pillows, don’t you? Thinking about me? Wishing it was my thigh you were humping?” He teased. Noticing how your cheeks burned scarlet red and you looked away Anakin smirked. He slipped a second finger inside of you pushing in gently. A subtle moan escaped your lips and he hummed.
Anakin leaned down between your legs removing the glove from his hand. You felt the sting of cool metal around your thigh before his tongue pressed against your slit. “Master!” You whined shivering from the combining sensations. “Relax, love. I want you to enjoy this” He whispered quietly, languidly licking through your folds with intention. You could feel him deeply the way his force signature flowed with yours so perfectly clouding your senses with desire. Each flick of his tongue drew a desperate moans from your lips. His fingers delicately stretched you out quickening the pace before the heat in your stomach burned.
“Master I’m-I’m going too-” You sighed. “Cum for me my padawan, you have my permission” He smirked as you rolled your hips into him faster. His digits curled deeper into your walls stroking the perfect spot as you lifted your hips higher with a needy moan. Your body convulsed with pleasure around Anakin's fingers as he watched you with a smirk pulling away from your pussy, depriving you of any more pleasure. “Master” You whispered looking back up at him. “I know my darling. This will feel good for you too” He taunted revealing his cock to you.
His hard length sprung free from his boxers and he let it rest on your stomach. Admiring how his tip sat on your belly button. “Ready to feel me in your stomach angel?” He whispered pressing a disgustingly wet kiss to your lips. “Please” You nodded. “I want you to touch it first” He smirked taking your hand in his. Anakin spat into your hand making your eyes go wide. “Don’t get shy on me now” He whispered guiding your hand lower. Glancing down you wrapped your hand around the thickness wondering how that would ever fit inside of you. Your pinky barely touched your thumb as you held his cock.
“Good girl,” He whispered taking your wrist and moving your hand up and down his shaft like it was a fleshlight. “Squeeze tighter,” He said his hand clutching your wrist tight. You did as your master asked watching intently as he helped you jerk him off. “Ah-that’s my girl. Now you’re going to put me inside of you” Anakin smirked. “Master…I don’t know how” You told him. “I’ll show you” He growled leaning back until his tip was pressed to your clit making you squirm. Still holding him tight his dick slipped lower till he was pushing inside of you. “You take me so well baby” He rasped. You whined at the stretch. He filled you only halfway before tears pricked at your eyes.
“I’m only halfway baby” He grinned “Feeling full already?” You nodded squeezing your eyes shut. The pain was almost pleasurable, the feeling of his fat cock made your walls clench begging him to continue. He groaned as you squeezed and pushed further in. “That’s my good girl, you like it don’t you? The pain feels good” He dropped his head to your shoulder entering you fully with a quick thrust, his hips meeting yours. “Master” You squeaked locking your ankles around his waist. “You feel so fuckin’ tight,” He said before kissing you passionately.
Anakin thrusts in and out of you slowly. He watched how tight your cunt squeezed him as he moved. Your pussy clung to him desperately just as you did with your nails, digging them into his shoulder blades. You let out a choked sob and he smirked. “No tears, take it all padawan. You can do it sweet girl” He smirked before his tongue met your cheeks, tasting your tears. “Too much!” You cried out as his fingers met your swollen clit. “No, no, no. You wanted this sweet girl now. take. it” He growled building up his pace.
Hips snapping against yours it finally felt good as his cock reached all the right places, the relentless sting leaving you with only pleasure. As you moaned out Anakin’s mouth met yours inhaling every sound that left your mouth. “My innocent padawan-fuck-bleeding all over my cock” He smirked admiring the blood between both of you. “Master! P-Please, wanna cum on your cock” You pleaded loudly. “You cum on my cock when your master tells you to” He replied digging his teeth into your shoulder surely leaving a mark.
“Mine…all fucking mine. This pussy is mine. Say it!” He demanded tugging on your hair. “Yours all yours master! My pussy is yours” You yelped arching your back into him. He massaged your clit in tighter circles watching your face contort with pleasure on the edge of cumming. “Patience” He grunted with a few more sloppy thrusts. “Master” You gasped. “Yes?” “I want it inside” You whimpered. “Little cumslut” He groans biting your lip and pulling away before whispering. “Cum” The coil in your stomach snapped and you saw stars shaking around his thick cock. Your orgasm was electric as you felt his hot seed spill into you The thought of him impregnating you had your head spinning.
Anakin rutted into you lazily working you through your orgasm watching your eyes roll back mumbling praise to you. As the high wore off you were able to make out your master's cocky smirk as he looked down at you. You looked away nervously before he gripped your chin capturing your lips in a heated kiss desperate to taste you again. “Don’t act innocent now. You’re full of my cum angel, now you’re mine. Forever”
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18+, smut, padawan!anakin x master!reader, somno, dubcon-noncon.
I can't sleep and I can't stop thinking about this. 
"Please don't wake up, please don't wake up," Anakin whispers over and over, his heart pounding inside his chest wildly. The loud heartbeat feels as if it was tearing down his rib cage, threatening to break his bones and leave a trail of blood all over your sleeping body. "Just a little more, please."
His eyes roll back, urged by his own selfish needs and the fuel of lust that burns inside his soul. Anakin's hips jolt in a messy rhythm, he barely knows what he's doing— he just knows it feels good. His cock throbs inside you, delighted to hear the soft squelch of your walls. He bites his lip hard enough to puncture the first layers, but the pain is quickly ignored when you stir softly.
"No, no, no–no," He whimpers, trembling and hyperventilating, quickly clasping a hand over your mouth the second he sees your eyes opening. "Please don't scream, please Master. I'm so sorry— I'm sorry— I just can't help it."
He slams his cock harder, pounding into you faster than before. Now that you were awake he doesn't have an excuse to be careful. Anakin knows you'll forgive him... eventually. You always understand. He is just needy, that's it.
Your words sound muffled and broken, cut out by stuttering moans and incoherent sounds. Anakin groans loudly when he feels your saliva coat his palm, bucking his hips and lifting your lower body with his free hand underneath your hips. You are awake, fully awake. You are scared, he can read it in your eyes, but it only calms his hunger, as odd as it may seem. It's wrong, a Master shouldn't be afraid of their apprentice— yet you are terrified. This isn't the sweet Anakin you know.
"I promise it won't happen again, I just couldn't— couldn't stop myself," He says, tears rolling down his cheeks. The way he is lifting your hips causes the tip of his member to brush against an upper spot inside your velvety walls, making you roll your body closer to his involuntary, to arch your back and close your eyes. Anakin sees this reaction, which brings a smile to his teary face. "See? I knew you'd like it. You like me. I know you do... please. Please love me." The way he loves you.
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