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description: in this world, Yoda prepared for Anakin Skywalker. He knew the dangers of such a heavy destiny and was ready for the worst. Yoda foresaw Anakin's walk in the balance between light and dark. Yoda knew Anakin was a risk, and he needed to be prepared. His solution? you.

tw: cursing and mild violence

a/n: had this idea for a while. thought it'd be a fun story to lay out. not sure how long I'll make it. enjoy!

Anakin couldn't remember a day with the Jedi when he wasn't the chosen one. From the moment he was taken from his mom on Tattooine to now, he was Obi-wan's padawan. Initially, the Council had been apprehensive, but Anakin would like to think they've warmed up to him. Well, all of them except Yoda.

Anakin didn't know what to think of Yoda. Yes, he was a powerful Jedi, but Yoda has kept up his suspicion of Anakin's involvement with the prophecy and hasn't seemed like he'll ever let go. 

Still trying to figure out Yoda's reasoning, Anakin tried everything he could to make the older Jedi approve of him. From completing missions to trying to outdo Obi-Wan in meditation, it felt like nothing was enough. But finally, Anakin figured out why Yoda never warmed up to him.

You.

Yoda's "backup," as Obi-Wan described you. You were meant to be the person who could take Anakin on in a fight and win. Yoda had taken you in as a youngling only a year after Anakin's arrival, training you from day one to outdo him.

It wasn't your purpose to replace the chosen one, but to become his equal in everything but importance. If Anakin Skywalker could not walk the path between the light and the dark, you would prevent his descent. What a load of bullshit, Anakin thought.

Anakin still remembered the day he met you entirely by accident.

—

"Anakin!" Turning around, Anakin watched Obi-Wan striding up to him. "Yes, Master?"

"Have you prepared to visit the temple today?" Obi-Wan handed Anakin his satchel, "The Council is pressing us to arrive earlier than planned."

"I have, don't worry." Anakin held the flap to his satchel open, revealing that his belongings were all accounted for. "I didn't pack much for this mission, so it wasn't hard." Obi-Wan chuckled at Anakin's nonchalance, and he guided Anakin towards the door by his shoulder. "I understand, my padawan. Let's make haste before the Council sends the entire temple to retrieve us."

"Yes, Master."

Visiting the temple has always been regarded as a big deal, but Anakin couldn't understand why. Yes, it's the home of the Jedi, but it's nothing special. Anakin doesn't feel any closer to the force here than he does on Naboo. Expressing this concern to Obi-Wan didn't matter either, as Obi-Wan just laughed at him, saying the temple was a part of the force—more than a padawan could understand.

Walking the corridor to the council room, Master Windu greeted them at the door. "Hello Obi-Wan, hello Anakin." Anakin sucked in a breath, snapping back to reality. "Hello, Master Windu. What's the reason for our summons?" Obi-Wan asked, nudging Anakin to pay attention.

"I'm afraid I don't know. I wasn't the one who called you here." Windu responded. "Although, I believe that person may be Yoda; he's with his apprentice in one of the training areas." Obi-Wan bowed to Windu, gesturing for Anakin to follow.

The entire walk to the training room had been dull. Anakin was practically dragging his feet. "What are you doing, Anakin?" Obi-Wan turned towards his apprentice, who froze. "Nothing, master," He took his place next to Obi-Wan. "I don't want to be here, to tell you the truth. Padme is visiting the Chancellor today, and I wanted to tag along." 

"Anakin, you know answering a summon is important-"

"I know, master, but-"

"-They're the masters for a reason, Anakin. It's not just a title given so easily-"

"Padme invited me, master-"

"Padme will understand, Anakin. The Temple comes first-"

"It's rude to decline an invite from a senator, you know-"

"Anakin!"

Anakin groaned. He didn't mean for Obi-Wan to start lecturing him. Cutting him off verbally clearly did no good, so the next option? Get away. Speeding past Obi-Wan, Anakin turned the corner to the hallway. Ignoring Obi-Wan's disgruntled cry, he spotted a glow from a room a few doors down. Based on how dim this hallway appeared, it was the only one in use. That had to be it. 

Anakin heard Yoda before he saw him, accompanied by a voice he didn't recognize. Someone was laughing, and it sounded like bells. What?  Hastened, Anakin turned the corner to the room. Windu mentioned an apprentice, right?

Oh wow.

Who were you? 

Anakin stopped at the doorway and watched you with intrigue. You hadn't noticed him yet, sitting cross-legged on the carpet. Anakin felt your presence in the force, sucking in a sharp breath. You were powerful, your presence emphatic, even. The midi chlorines surrounding you were sucking him in, tugging at his own existence. He'd never felt someone so strong, not even Yoda. Yoda was a strong presence, but Anakin associated him with harmony. He was nothing compared to you. 

Anakin guessed you finally noticed him, turning to look at him. He felt the world freeze, unable to explain why. Your stare had rooted him to the spot. 

When the world started moving, Anakin was shoved to the ground by a body colliding with his. "Dammit, Anakin!" Fucking Obi-Wan. "Why were you in the middle of the doorway?!" 

"Get off me, old man!" Anakin huffed, hooking his leg around Obi-Wan's, twisting him to the floor. Feeling your gaze again, Anakin quickly jumped to stand. Obi-Wan followed suit, starting a lecture again. "What have I told you about running off?!" His hands adjusted Anakin's robes. 

A laugh interrupted Obi-Wan's rant. Both heads turned. You were laughing. "Enough chiding, that is, Master Obi-Wan." Yoda's voice pierced the air. He toddled over to stand next to you and gave you a look. This seemed to cease your giggles. "Curious of the new presence in the force, I'm sure young Skywalker was." Yoda gestured to you with his cane, and Anakin looked at you again. You had straightened your back at the attention. "Hello. I'm Master Yoda's apprentice." 

"Hello there," Obi-Wan took the reigns of the conversation, jumping to greet you. "I wasn't aware Master Yoda had taken in an apprentice. How long have you been with the Jedi?" 

"Since I was a youngling, Master. Yoda found me on Corellia,"

"Corellia, you say? That's not far from Coruscant." Obi-Wan, grabbing Anakin's arm to sit across from you. "To get her here, great hassle it was." Yoda quipped. "Not fond of Corellians, the council is."

"Really? What's the council got against Corellians?" Anakin asked. "Their reputation is terrible, Anakin. Lots of smugglers come out of Corellia," Obi-Wan replied. "The council was probably concerned about whether Master Yoda's apprentice picked up any bad habits."

"Threats to the force they pose," Yoda spoke up, silencing Obi-Wan and Anakin's chatter. The tone of the conversation turned. Anakin looked at you, whose face had become neutral. He'd never seen someone so unbothered except Master Yoda. You must've really taken his teachings seriously. "What do you mean, Master Yoda?" Obi-Wan asked, sparing you a glance.

It was you who answered. "Those who indulge in the standard Corellian lifestyle indulge in greed. Greed is one of the worst cravings any living creature could experience," You shifted in your seat. This must've been tough. "Although I wasn't there for long, I know many Corellians who succumbed to crime and violence through their greed. Any Jedi exhibiting selfishness walks the path to the dark side."

"Correct you are, young padawan." Yoda hummed, placing a hand on your arm. Anakin shuddered and looked away. Yoda's hands always felt weird. "The council was suspicious of your apprentice's relationship to the dark side, then?" Obi-Wan inquired. "Was she a threat?" Yoda chuckled in that weird way he does, "Oh yes! Mighty difficult, this one. Took many months to train." You smiled at Obi-Wan, scrunching your nose. Anakin couldn't look away.

"She doesn't seem all that threatening to me, Master Yoda."

Why did he open his mouth? Your smile had disappeared, and Anakin wanted the ground to swallow him whole. Padme was so much better at words than he was. "So that is, boy? To find out, would you care?" Yoda had grown a smile of his own. He gestured for you to stand, and you did without hesitation. Anakin gulped but followed suit at Obi-Wan's nudge.

"You were summoned for this, yes. To spar with the girl, you will, young Anakin." Yoda declared his true intention for the visit. He motioned for you both to take your places on the mat in the middle of the room, and Anakin watched you reach for your lightsaber eagerly. Anakin felt excitement rise, he didn't think he'd get to spar with someone new today.

"Are you sure this is wise, Master? Anakin has a habit of playing dirty in spars." Anakin glared at Obi-Wan for his comment, about to tell you to ignore his arrogant teacher. "Nonsense, yes. Very sure of my pupil's capabilities, I am, Obi-Wan." Yoda waved off Obi-Wan and used the force to toss Anakin's discarded saber to him. It hit him in the chest, landing in his palms with an 'oof!'

"Thank you for the concern, Master Obi-Wan, but whatever Anakin throws at me, I can easily handle." You were confident, it seemed. Anakin liked that. "Well, why don't we find out just capable you are?"

The familiar hum of his saber only fueled Anakin's excitement. He hoped you were a challenge. You hadn't unsheathed your saber yet. Why? What were you planning?

Anakin lightly paced around his side of the mat, feeling the force flow through his veins. "What the hell?" He gasped, seeing your saber. "You have a dual saber?!"

You laughed. He felt his face flush at your reaction. He didn't mean to be so loud. "Yeah, and that's not even the coolest part." You detached your dual-saber at the hilt, and now had a white light saber in each hand. Anakin didn't even know there were white sabers, and yet here you were. "Dual sabers?! why don't I have that, Master?" Anakin looked at your sabers in shock, turning to give Obi-Wan an offended stare. Obi-Wan shrugged. "Hey, I didn't have it either."

"I won them," You spoke up. "In a dual with an old Jedi who'd become dissident."

Anakin blinked. ".. dissident? won them?" His head was spinning. You could win sabers in duals? He suddenly felt suspicious of this, feeling like Yoda was setting him up. "Why are we dueling? Are you gonna try to steal my saber?"

You laughed, finding him funny and kind of.. cute. "No, no. Just testing my skills against the best of the best." You winked, twirling your sabers in your hands, starting to walk around him in circles. "You're the only Jedi knight I haven't fought yet," You say. "Master Yoda thinks I'm ready." Anakin thinks for a moment. "Alright, let's dual."

Anakin goes to one edge of the matt, positioning himself properly. You do the same, although yours is different with the two sabers. Anakin feels this is slightly unbalanced, but refuses to say anything out of pride.

"Alright, Chosen One," You smile, thrill coursing in your veins. "Let's go."

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nothing serious.

professor! anakin skywalker.

a/n: hiii! so, @fuckmyskywalker came up with the idea for this concept, and I've decided to write my own fic on it! LOVEE me some starwars boy. But put him in a SUIT?? drool worthyyy.

tw!: smut. lots of smut. ahem. p in v sex, sort of breeding kink? it's small but it's there. use of the name pet!! unprotected sex! do not attempt! dumification kink? also miniscule but there. big big sir kink. Anakin loves asserting the fact that he's the top here.

Disclaimer: 18+ only please! I'm not responsible for the media you consume as an adolescent!

description: Attending the most sought after university definitely was the best decision you'd made regarding your college career, but one perverted professor almost makes you want drop out entirely. Anakin Skywalker, was in no short terms, egotistical and a hard-ass. At least that's what you knew, so why is he asking to see you after class?

Ah, Corscuscant University. One of the most popular STEM universities in the country. The same STEM university you attended. Being a biology major, it was a no brainer for you come here. When you arrived as a freshman Corscuscant felt like your dream school, but like every dream, reality had set in. Your painful reality was Anakin Skywalker; your math professor. Professor Skywalker was one of, if not the most attractive man you had ever seen. He knew he was good looking, too. Almost every person in school had a crush on him, one of those people being you. That's not to say you didn't find him annoying as hell, but you could appreciate a good complexion when you saw one. Despite his good looks, it didn't change the fact that Anakin Skywalker was an egotistical hard ass, whose courses were next to impossible.

It was easy to ignore his big mouth and jabs at any poor soul unfortunate enough to get a question wrong in the beginning, focusing on your studies and logarithmic equations. However, as the class began to get more difficult, your counselor started suggesting attending his after school lessons. Something you couldn't be bribed to attend. But alas, hell hath no fury like a college counselor.

The good thing about Anakin's tutoring is that it's only on Fridays. The bad thing, is that it's a ghost town most days. if he's lucky, Anakin might get 2 or 3 students. So by the second semester, it became just you and him.

Anakin Skywalker was now aware of your existence. He was aware you sucked at math, and he was probably aware of your attraction to college professors who made even Pythagoras hate math. So now here the two of you were.

Just earlier that morning, you'd been notified that the tutoring had been canceled, so your plans for the evening were to go home and sleep. But, before you can walk out of the classroom, Professor Skywalker calls your name. Leaning against his chair, he looks at you piercingly. "Come to my office as soon as possible. We need to discuss your grade in my class."

"Yes professor. " You stuttered, sending a questioning glance to your friend. You walked towards Anakin's office, knowing he'd already be in the room. You hesitated to enter, dreading whatever miserable information he had to bestow upon you, in private. You noticed while peering into the room that he's got a paper in his hand. 'please don't be mine,' you pray.

Once you entered, you moved to stand in front of his desk. "Are you free to stay awhile? I have some questions about your last exam." He says, seeming relaxed. You DID have plans, no, you were not free. Ugh. You guess you can't deny your teacher, so you nod politely. "Great to hear." He says, motioning for you to walk around the desk.

Anakin rolls out his seat, and moves to stand. Now standing in his personal bubble, per his suggestion, you fidget with your hands. "So, what about my exam? Did I fail it, sir?" You start to get worried. "No, no, nothing like that. You actually made top of the class once I graded it." Anakin praised. "I'd actually like to offer you some extra credit."

Anakin motioned for you to take a seat on top of his desk. "What kind of credit?" You asked, now level eye level with his chin. "Just some extra course work and a few more sessions in the week." Anakin shrugged, almost distracted. You hesitated, "I suppose I can, uhm, do that." Anakin smiled at your stutter. He placed his hand under your chin and lifted it to meet his eyes. "You're certainly obedient. I like that." You felt your brain screech to a halt. "Excuse me, what?"

Is Professor Skywalker hitting on you? This has to be a dream. You look up at him, and lo and behold, he's staring right back. He looks hungry, like you're a delicious piece of meat. "You behave when and how i tell you to. Has anyone ever told you that's attractive?" Anakin clarifies, placing both of his hands on desk, trapping you under him. You bristle at his statement. "Sir! that's inappropriate!" Anakin just laughs, and leans in. He says, quietly, "That's alright, pet. It's only inappropriate if someone finds out. I don't intend on telling a soul."

You feel your nose subconsciously scrunch up in confusion. "Pet?" Where did that come from? "You're my little teacher's pet, aren't you? It'll be our little secret." Anakin places one hand on your thigh, the other further along the desk to prop himself up. You can feel his hand wander to your hip, and you're not sure you want to stop him. You didn't know someone's hands could feel that good, with his feather like movements. You're about to let him continue, until you remind yourself that you didn't lock his door. Anyone could walk in.

"Wait, not here. Someone will see." You try to push Anakin away, but he grabs your wrist to restrain you, gently. "Yes here. I can't stop myself." Anakin ducks his head below your chin, and places butterfly kisses along your throat. You hold it in, but you want to moan at his touch. Anakin pulls away, "I'm going to give you your first extra credit assignment. Answer these 3 questions."

You try to focus on his words and not the pooling heat between your legs. "Yes sir." You're pretty sure Anakin noticed you squeezing your thighs together like no tomorrow, and he's just saying these things to rile you up. He quietly moans at your obedience. "Good girl, keeping doing that." You look at him, "What, calling you sir?"

Anakin nods, giving your hip a squeeze. "Yeah, baby. It means you know who's in charge here."

Clearing his throat, Anakin begins. "Now, question one. are you aware of how tempting your body has been to me?" You can feel your cheeks lighting on fire. He's certainly been bold. "N-no sir."

"That's okay, beauty, I'll show you. Question two: will you let me kiss you?"

Oh fuck. You knew that was coming. Oh well, you only live once. "Yes sir." As soon as the words left your lips, Anakin had cupped your cheek, pulling you into a passionate kiss. Anakin was a good kisser. You'd figured that was probably true a while ago, but now? To feel him? It was overwhelming. He pushed against your mouth, using one hand to lift your leg against his hip. Using the new angle, Anakin deepened the kiss causing you both to moan against each other.

You can feel Anakin get more and more aggressive in the kiss, to the point he's pushing the desk a little. You pull away from him for a moment, causing him to chase your lips. "Anakin.." You start, but he cuts you off with a growl. "Who, pet?" You should've expected that one. "You, sir. You're pushing the desk apart." You correct yourself quietly, murmuring your concerns into his ear. Anakin frowns in thought before donning a sultry grin. "I've got a better place for us to continue, dear pet." Before you can question him, Anakin wraps your legs around his waist and takes your mouth in a kiss. He lifts you from the desk before walking towards the couch in the corner of his office.

You yelp as Anakin gently throws you onto it, and you're once again locking lips.

"Mm, sir.." You moaned into his mouth, feeling him crawl on top of you. Anakin smiles, looking down at such a pretty sight. "Such a good girl, pet. You gonna spread f'me?" Anakin tapped your thighs, and you pulled them apart at his request. Anakin settled himself between your legs. "For the last question, pet," Anakin pulls up your skirt and hooks his fingers into the hem of your underwear. "How badly do you want me to fuck you?" Feeling your heart speed up, you replied shaking, "So badly, sir. Please."

"Good girl. you've earned yourself an A+." He rasps, sitting up and undoing his belt. Craning your head, you watch as Anakin unzips his trousers. You almost gasp when he pulls out his dick. You're not even sure you can take him, with how large he is. "It's alright, pet, no need to look scared." Anakin cooed, kissing your jaw. He lifted up your skirt, and pulled on the hem of your underwear. Discarding them, you were now bare for his eyes to see. "We'll go slow, baby." Anakin reassured you, lining himself up with your entrance. Gently as Anakin could be, he pushed into you. Whimpering, you felt tears well up in your eyes. It was both painful and overwhelming, and you instinctually pushed at his chest. "Relax, little pet, relax." Anakin grunted, already being squeezed like a balloon waiting to be popped. Anakin finally bottomed out, after what felt like forever. It felt so good. "Tell me when, darling." Anakin refused to move until you gave him a sign. Taking several deep breaths, you nodded. "No, pet. give me words. Use them, baby."

"Please, sir."

"Please what, my girl?"

You knew Anakin was getting impatient, but you were so overwhelmed with pleasure it was hard to form words. You him growl in your ear. Feeling his hand touch your soft flesh, Anakin gripped your waist and moved without warning, "I'm not going to wait anymore, little pet." You couldn't help but let out a guttural moan. Holy shit. He was so big, and you've never felt so filled in your life. "Sir..!" You cried, pulling him down and kissing him. Anakin begins to kiss you passionately, pressing you into the sofa. His mouth meets yours in a loving and desperate kiss as he starts to move faster, causing your loud whining to be muffled. If you weren't blissed out, you'd die of embarrassment at the lewd noises the two of you created. Anakin, on the other hand, loved it. Feeling him speed up, you pulled away from his mouth and almost screamed. You knew you were close, and you told him so. "Sir, please! Close, close, please.. mm," You were practically crying from how good he felt. "I know pet, I know." Anakin replied, grunting when he felt you squeeze him harder. "God, keep squeezing and I'm gonna burst, baby, fuck."

Hooking his hands under your thighs, Anakin lifted them onto his shoulders, pressing you in half. The new angle made your insides burst with pleasure, making you scream. "C'mon pet, you can do it." Anakin encouraged, hitting all the right spots harder. "Cum for me baby, cum all over my dick, yeah?" His words sent shivers through your spine, and your eyes rolled. It was too much. The coil in your tummy snapped, and you finished with a moan.

However, Anakin didn't stop. Despite your release, Anakin moved even faster. "No, no, sir! I can't!" You cried, already overstimulated to high heaven. "Don't be selfish pet, i know you can do it," Tightening his grip on your thighs, Anakin grunted over, and over, and over with every thrust. "Don't want my cum, baby? huh? Don't want your teacher to fill you up till you're full?"

Too fucked out to use your brain to respond, you squeezed around him again. It was too much for you, and now, the last straw for him. Letting out an animalistic growl, Anakin buried himself as far in you as he could, bottoming out fully. Your tummy felt so warm, being painted with his load for what felt like forever to you.

He collapses on top of you, panting softly. "Such a good girl f'me, baby. M'so proud of you." He coos at you, still out of breath from the intensity of the moment. After a few seconds, Anakin lifts his head and chuckles. "Poor thing, too dumb to respond to me?" He gives your thigh a gentle squeeze. You whine at his teasing, pouting at him. He leans to your ear and whispers, "Don't be shy, baby. You did so good f'me."