coldvenom

[mmeskywalker]

|| teachers pet

summary: HAYDEN CHRISTENSEN is your professor. a couple of weeks ago, he assigned you to tutor a student who had to retake his class. dylan was a sweet, attractive guy and you had no problem tutoring him. however, noticing the shift in the two of your behaviors, professor christensen began developing a problem. he wanted you to himself.

a/n: i made a janitor ai bot on this au, let me know if you’d like it love, xoxo.

warnings: possibly DDDNE, porn WITH a plot, jealousy, possession, no protection (p in v), biting, choking, age gap, cream pie.

you were a wonderful student; always writing notes, listening intently to your professors lectures, your eyes glued to his lips as the information stuck to your skin like a thick coat of glue. the same skin you wanted your professor to suck, and nip until it bruised a pretty purple.

inhaling, you watched the clock strike two. the class had ended and your peers were packing their belongings, heading toward the door, as PROFESSOR CHRISTENSEN wiped the chalkboard off. his fingers wrapped around the eraser, his arm swiftly moving across the space as he waited for you to walk up to him. earlier, he requested to speak to you in private after class. of course, you were nervous, but you replied with a simple, “whatever you want.”

with a deep inhale, professor christensen cleared his throat, the subtle sound resonating through the empty classroom, “thank you,” he said, setting down his eraser. he leaned against his desk, his eyes traveling sullenly your way, and when he finally spoke, there was a noticeable hint of vagueness in his usually direct tone. "there’s a student i’m concerned about, and i believe you would be the perfect tutor for him.” his voice lowered slightly, careful and demanding all at once.

“straight to the point,” you muttered, trying to hide your disappointment with a laugh as you sat in front of him, “so,” you blew out a breath, “who would i be tutoring, professor?”

"dylan grimes. he’s new here, started some time ago," he began, "very bright, but has trouble keeping up with the pace of the class. i thought, seeing as you were so kind..." with a sly grin, he reached for your hand, his thumb caressing your palm, "...you might help him out a bit."

you couldn’t resist the tantalizing scent of his cologne mingling with the familiar scent of chalk dust, cigarettes and paper. it made your head spin. you could rarely tell him no anyway, thereforth you found yourself accepting his offer, “i’d be delighted.”

professor christensen chuckled softly, tilting his head back slightly in appreciation of your response. he stood up straight again, crossing the few feet separating you to stand loom over your frame, his cologne becoming stronger now. placing his hands on your shoulders, he leaned closer still, his plump lips brushing against your ear as he spoke in a husky whisper, "i knew you wouldn't let me down." his warm breath grazed your sensitive ear canal, causing goosebumps to form on your neck once more.

dylan grimes was kind. he wasn’t angry that the professor wanted him to have a tutor, rather he was grateful. he was grateful that someone would give him the time of day he needed to pass, because he never experienced that at home; he always had to figure things out on by himself. you tutoring him was a blessing, and he made sure to let you know how much he appreciated you.

“thank you, really,” dylan exclaimed, closing his notes, “i don’t know where i’d be without you.”

his brown curls bounced off of his forehead, hitting his freckled skin as his glimmering green eyes peered graciously onto yours. they were shining from the glimpse of sunlight that shone through your dorm-room window, and god, you couldn’t look away. he had you captivated. “don’t mention it,” you smiled, “i’m glad i was able to give you that extra push. you’re doing great!”

it had only been a week since your professor assigned you to the task of tutoring dylan. he didn’t expect you to enjoy hanging out with each other; nor did he realize dylan was sneaking into your dorm late at night and thanking you in ways other than muttering a mere thank you. dylan was leaving flowers on your doorstep, slowly sneaking himself into your life, and even kissed your cheek from time to time. to you, it wasn’t a big deal. he was cute. you’re fine with getting that form of attention from a cute guy. but to professor christensen… he watched as dylan would smile at you throughout class, it made his blood boil. he hated the way dylan looked at you, the way he deemed only he could look at you.

stopping his lecture, he’d tap his ruler on his desk, “i hope you’re paying attention to this next part class,” your professor wouldn’t outright say dylan’s name when he pulled this stunt, rather he stared at him, hoping he’d stop undressing you with his eyes.

though, you weren’t paying much attention to your beloved professor, your eyes were glued to your phone screen, giggling down at the admiring texts dylan sent you throughout class.

“you’re so beautiful,” one said.

another one rolled in, “you’re intelligent, funny, and god… you coming into my life is something i thank the lord for every night.”

his words were sweet. however, the harmful gaze professor christensen had was not. he knew something was going on between you and dylan, and he’d be lying to say that it didn’t bother him.

he wanted you to himself; he wanted all of you to himself.

so… he called you to meet him after class.

now it was time. professor christensen gave you a faint smile before standing up, straightening out his suit jacket. "ah, take a seat.” he cooed.

he wasn’t ashamed to light cigarettes in the classroom, and right now, he needed to release some stress before he found himself losing his temper. “i wanted to talk to you about the project i assigned a couple of weeks ago," he mused. he carefully took a seat on his rolley chair, which moved back from his desk slightly, "i noticed… things have gotten quite… intimate between you and dylan during your tutoring sessions." he took a slow drag of his cigarette, blowing out a ring of smoke before exhaling.

raising your brows, you asked, “what do you mean?” as if you were confused. however, you knew exactly what he was implying. only, you didn’t expect him to confront you so meanlessly in a classroom setting. actually, scratch that. you never expected him to confront you on a matter you didn’t even believe concerned him in the first place. yet, the confrontation sent a chill down your spine, involuntarily causing you to cross your legs.

“am i wrong?" his brows furrowed slightly, displaying worry and slight disapproval. you shook your head, and he sighed. he knew that he's been overbearing lately, but he couldn't help himself. he needed you all to himself. the thought of you making love to someone other than him… he couldn’t fathom it. he’s imagined the sensation of your thighs wrapped around his waist, your arms tied around his neck, and the sweet taste of your pussy being savored on his tongue. it drove him insane. you drove him insane.

"don't pretend as if you don’t know what I’m talking about, sweet girl," professor christensen said, shaking his head lightly with a playful sigh. he stepped around his desk. despite being in his mid-forties, his muscular build was perfectly accentuated in his fitted black turtleneck, exposing the strong muscles of his arms underneath the sleeves he had rolled up to his elbows.

his dirty blonde hair fell messily over his brow, casting enticing shadows on the intense blue eyes that peered deeply into yours. "i know you've spent far too much time on your so-called 'tutoring sessions'. care to explain?" he leaned in closer, heat radiating off of him like a warm furnace against the cool classroom air.

you leaned back into your chair, looking at him through thick, heavy eyes, “i don’t have anything to explain. you wanted me to tutor him, didn’t you?”

following that, you swallowed thickly. you realized what was happening, and the way he was looking at you proved it. he was jealous. his gaze was practically burning through your skull. you crossed your legs tighter, squeezing them together as you tilted your head to the side innocently, “are you upset? because you shouldn’t be. his grades are going up, just as you wanted.”

to that, he raised an eyebrow, a small smirk playing at the corner of his lips. "i did initially," he admitted grudgingly. "but things have gotten... too personal." he stepped forward, stopping mere centimeters away from you, reaching his hand out to cup your chin delicately, lifting it so that your eyes locked. "i like having you all to myself, darling." his warm breath was caressing your neck, his finger trailing down the base of your throat before his palm wrapped around your neck, "i like the way you moan when you touch yourself, i know how you’d squirm and arch into my touch,” slowly, he squeezed your neck, sending shockwaves of desire and fear coursing through your body. "i don't want anyone else claiming those sounds as their own."

you couldn’t respond, you could hardly breathe, but you weren’t making an attempt to stop him. the base of his thumb was massaging the side of your neck as he bit your sensitive skin, causing you to choke out a quiet whimper.

"see, i don’t give a flying fuck about dylan's grades, my love," he growled softly, placing his cigarette in the ashtray, “all i care about is you, and having all of you to myself.” standing straight again, he let go, this time towering over you. "the problem,” he continued softly, “the problem is you... you and your tempting body that has been teasing mine to its breaking point,” he spat, “no. the problem is dylan finding that same intensity and desire within you… i despise the thought of a specimen so low touching you in ways only i’m allowed to explore.”

“i’m selfish.” he sounded desperate, his palms caressing down your cheeks, “i want you all to myself. i want your heart, your body, and your mind. i want all of you.”

leaning forward, his breath brushed against your neck again. almost as if he couldn’t get enough of you. his plump lips dragged against the red marks from his previous aggression, lightly kissing the sensitive skin as his hand moved downward to cup your denim-clad ass, "i don’t want to share you with that young man," he growled, before grabbing ahold of your wrists.

he pulled you closer until your chest was pressed against his broad one. his cock responded instantly to your nearness, hardening painfully in his pants, and he let out a low groan. "i don’t want to see you with him anymore," he bit almost dangerously, his voice husky with desire.

“professor.” your voice fell flat as turned you around and backed you into a wall.

releasing your wrist slowly, he whispered, "dear, sweet girl," he exhaled heavily, his chest expanding and contracting. "i see it in your pretty eyes. don’t deny me of this." his knee was pressed between your legs, his cock pressing harder against your crotch, making it obvious just how much his desire for you was burning.

"don’t treat me like some weak-minded scholar that needs to indulge in the company of other students," he whispered, his breath ghosting softly against your ear. "i know you, my love. i know you crave more, deep within your soul." his hands moved down, gripping your hips firmly. he pushed you back against the cool stone wall of the classroom, his erection now pressed firmly against your stomach, pulsating through the fabric of his pants.

his voice grew huskier, each syllable washing over you in an unrelenting wave. "i crave you as much as you crave me, sweetheart, more than my next breath. you make me insane, you make my dreams obsessed with tasting you, taking you, owning you. i won’t let you see him anymore, not if I have anything to say about it."

reaching for your button fly, he yanked it open with rough agitation before tearing at the zipper in one swift motion. "tell me you want this, tell me you want me, tell me so i know i can continue.”

with shaking fingers, you pulled down the zipper of his trousers, freeing his impressive length from its confining prison. he groaned deeply, his warm breath fanning over your cheek, as he palmed your ass, squeezing it firmly.

"finally yours," he growled, as if claiming you for his own, before his hips rocked forward, his throbbing cockhead pressing against your wetness.

"fuck..." you managed to whisper, your voice cracking slightly. "of course i want you."

that was all he needed to hear. without warning, he slammed into you, claiming you with brutal force yet with immense pleasure. his dick throbbed inside of you, stretching you slowly, making you gasp and arch your back into him as he picked up a steady rhythm. his free hand gripped your hair, holding you in place while he took what he believed he owed.

"my pet," he groaned, his own raspy breath matching yours in a yearning rhythm, his lips attacking your neck, “my everything.”

"you belong to me," he proclaimed, as he thrusted into you relentlessly, pounding into you like he was making you his. your hips met his each time he thrust, aiding the process of taking you over completely. his other hand found its way to your breast, his thumb grazing over your nipple, as if begging it to harden under his touch. "and yet, you’ve never claimed me as yours, darling. it's about time you did." he growled, thrashing into you harder. you could feel every inch of him, and you covered your mouth to stifle a whimper.

"i dare you, little one," he urged, pumping into you with more ferocity. a sly look crossed his face, making his beautiful blue eyes darken as he continued to thrust. his hands never stopping their exploration on your body.

"say it, say you're mine," he growled, his hips driving into you, grinding you against the cold wall. "i won't stop until you admit to it, until i see the fire in your eyes that only I can ignite.” you struggled slightly, only to be yanked back by his desperate hands, his thumb digging into your nipple.

"say you're mine, all mine," he whispered, his breaths coming harder, his hips driving into you more frantically.

"all yours,” you whimpered, your voice breaking with each thrust. despite moments of discomfort, there was an undeniable thrill coursing through your veins, a mix of desire and submission. your body was wrapped around his like a glove, and you found yourself worshiping him, craving his touch.

that’s all he needed to pick up the pace, his thrusts getting faster and stronger.

he leaned forward, his lips met your ear as he mumbled, "don’t forget it, sweetheart." his breathing quickened, and the intensity of his thrusts grew as if he was trying to mark you as his. the room grew hazy, the dimming lights and the sound of our bodies colliding echoing in the empty classroom. "you are mine," he insisted, "no one else deserves to touch you, no one else deserves to have you."

as he rammed into you, you could feel the approaching climax, the build up of pleasure stabbing at every nerve. "that's it, sweetheart. feel it!" he roared, his voice graveled with lust. you clung to him, your nails marking his back as you sucked him in. as he thrust harder, you cried out, the climax building up within you like a tidal wave. with your body quivering and pulsating, each thrust felt like a stab at your core, an explosion of pleasure and desire.

you clung to him, riding the wave of ecstasy as his thrusts grew more frenzied. he moaned into your ear, his teeth grazing your skin, bathing you in his passion.

"yes, yes..." he urged, panting heavily as he thrust, his dick swelling with each thrust. "come for me, my love. let go... let me have you..."

finally, the climax hit you like a truck, engulfing your entire body in waves upon waves of pleasure. you collapsed into him, your breaths heavy as you panted against his neck, clinging to the last remnants of the intense pleasure.

"you're beautiful. that was perfect, just fucking perfect,” he groaned against your ear, his hips flexing, plunging into you one last time before he let go, shuddering and gasping. “f-fuck,” he whimpered. his whole world crashed onto you as he filled you to the brim with his seed, the warmth of his release pulsating within you.

he tugged at his pants, gathering himself before he slowly pulled out of you, his chest heaving. "god, that was... you’re so wonderful, everything i imagined," he whispered, his breath hittingched with each movement. you nodded, your eyes still clouded with pleasure, your body still quivering from the force of the intensity.

sitting down, keeping one arm around you, he pulled you close, kissing the top of your head. "i still want nothing else but you, fresh out from a lecture and through each lesson." he murmured, a smirk playing on his lips, "and no one else."

"you will never see him again," he added, his voice firm, "i could never allow that." you just nodded, nuzzling against him as the afterglow of the encounter enveloped both of you.

"what do you think, my love?" he asked, biting his bottom lip, his eyes darkening "can you keep a secret?" you looked at him, nodding slowly. "i’ll keep our little secret,” you whispered, kissing his neck gently.

[phoenixyfriend]

something something one of those those "Jango falls for Courtesan/Stripper/NightclubSinger/TrophyWife!Obi-Wan" AUs...

But instead Obi-Wan actually being a sex worker, he's undercover and still a Jedi, and either:

They split ways and run into each other a few months later with Obi-Wan in full Prude Beige Knight mode OR

The situation goes pear-shaped while they're still flirting and Obi-Wan has to break cover to grab a senator and jump out a window and suddenly this half-dressed glittery Person is batting away shots with a lightsaber and there's a bratty twelve-year-old who ALSO has a lightsaber threatening people with I Will Eat Your Liver if they keep staring at his dad's ass just because the sequined sheathe dress tore in a sexy place

[sswiftiestars]

Professor!anakin aaaaaaa

professor!Anakin X fem! reader

warnings: SMUT. kinda big age gap (12 years. ani is 32 you’re 20), more of a jerking off headcanon, sexting, dilf! anakin is mentioned, padmes death at birth mentioned.

a/n: idk how college works so if it doesn’t makes sense, that’s why. sorry babes :). also, i imagine him to look like a mix of clay beresford and Stephen glass in this.

not proofread

You sit in your english class, in your sophomore year of college, as your teacher, Mr. Skywalker, was speaking in the head of your class.

you often found yourself staring at his dirty brown curls a lot, instead of listening to whatever dumbass lecture he was babbling about.

You’d also think about how it’d feel if his hands were knuckle deep inside your pussy, but, you also thought about what it’d be like for his hopefully huge cock to be down your throat. you thought about it as you endlessly fucked your self with your slim fingers, whining to yourself because it wasn’t enough.

and..little did you know, so did he.

..Anakin isn’t a…romantic guy, that’s for sure. during sex, i mean. he takes what he wants. Anakin would rather face fuck a girl till she cries, rather than taking it slow and placing soft kisses on her neck.

Sure, he can do that, but he doesn’t like to.

Anakin often stayed up late at night, fucking his fist like there was no tomorrow. he usually thought of his late wife, Padme, who unfortunately passed during child birth.

but..that changed. ever since he saw you for the first time in his class..everything changed.

“y/n, are you listening to me?” your professor asked you, your class all turning their heads at you.

you felt anxiety bubble up in your head, and chest.

you clear your throat, “yes sir.” you murmur out. Anakin nodded back at you with a slight smirk before returning back to his lecture.

Your best friend smirked at you from across the room. She knew how infatuated with him you were, because you’d tell her all your unhinged thoughts about him. you rolled your eyes jokingly in response, but deep down, you knew you’d be fucking yourself thinking about that stupid smirk of his later.

When the bell rings, you pick up your stuff and right as you’re about to leave the classroom, Anakin calls out to you.

“Not so fast, Y/n. cmere.” anakin says with a slight grin on his tan and freckled face. you wasted no time and walked over to his desk and tilted your head slightly out of curiosity.

“Listen, y/n, your grades are slipping.” he reminded you, anakins face turning serious.

“I- yeah, i know..” you mutter back in response, your face turning a bit red out of embarrassment.

“Do you need to start staying after class?” Anakin cleared his throat and leaned closer to you.

“Yeah, maybe.” you said, your breath hitching ever so slightly at his request, “—but not today, i have some things i have to do.” you lied, to tell the truth, you really needed to get to your room as soon as possible so you could fuck your self silly.

he smiled, “Alright. sounds like a plan.” Anakin nodded, “i know this isn’t the most professional thing to do, but here’s my number so we can schedule a tutoring session.” he murmured with a chuckle as he handed you a post it note with his number on it.

You quickly took the post it and nodded, “Thank you, Sir.” you said as you walked out of the classroom.

Later that day, well, night now.. it was around 8:00pm when you texted your professor,“Hey! it’s y/n, just letting you know this is me, text me when you think of a day we can schedule a tutoring session next week!”

he wasted no time at all with a quick response:

“hello, y/n! i’ll make sure to let you know. Side note; start paying attention in class instead of daydreaming. it might help you out a bit.”

you rolled your eyes to yourself, “I don’t daydream. not at all.” you text back teasingly, but making sure to keep everything as normal as possible, since he was your professor, and all.

“keep talking to me like that and you’ll see what happens.”

oh.

Oh.

“is this fucker flirting with me, or am i delusional?” you say to yourself.

“i’ll talk to you however i want. over text, at least.” you respond, hoping you’d get a bold text back.

well, your dreams came true.

“I think that mouth has better uses then talking,y/n”

“Oh?” you replied, not expecting his response like that at all, “andddd what would those better uses be?” you added.

“Probably sucking my cock.” Anakin texted you, trying to ignore the absolutely huge hard on that was straining his sweatpants.

your jaw dropped to the floor and you turned bright red. why would he say that? he’s your teacher, not your boyfriend.

“that’s not very appropriate.”

“I don’t care if it’s not “appropriate”, sweetheart. You want me and i want you too.” Anakin texts you, and starts to pull his hard cock out. Before you really get the chance to reply, he sends you a photo of him palming his hard cock, leaking pre-cum from the pretty tip.

You bite your lip when you look at the photo, feeling yourself grow wet at the sight of his huge length.

“See how bad i want you?” Anakin taunts over text message.

You waste no time to quickly take off your clothes, leaving yourself in your lace bra and underwear. you take a photo of your tits and some of your hips.

You send the photo to him, and the second he sees it, Anakin immediately starts to pump his cock.

“fuckfuckfuckfuck-“ he moans, as he looks at the photo. “Gonna’ cum all over your tits-“ Anakin mutters to himself, and let’s out a little whimper. Anakin continues s to fuck his fist and after a couple more minutes, he cums on his phone screen, onto your tits.

He quickly realizes what he’s gotten himself into, and a wave of guilt washes over him.

“Fuck. i’m gonna get fired for this.”

[faramirsonofgondor]

Sometimes babygirl is a severely repressed man with big cow eyes that get so shiny, a found family, and way too much trauma.

[fellthemarvelous]

Empire Day and Ezra Bridger

"...because today is Empire Day, celebrating the 15th anniversary of the galaxy's salvation, when our great Emperor Palpatine ended the Clone Wars and founded our glorious Empire."

Ezra Bridger was born just after Ahsoka helped Mandalore gain its freedom from Maul.

It's worth noting that Ezra was born the exact same day the Jedi purge happened. He was born with the Empire. He was born the moment it was no longer safe to be Force sensitive. He was born during Order 66 while Kanan witnessed his master's execution and ran for his life, while Rex and Ahsoka were fighting for their lives, while Jedi around the galaxy were being executed for a crime they did not commit.

Ezra Bridger is a gift from the Force. He's a Force prodigy.

Because it's Ezra who ends the Clone Wars, a Jedi who was able to negotiate an alliance between the clones (Rex) and the droids (Kalani). He solved the puzzle that the Jedi had been unable to solve during the war and got them to fight together against the Empire just once.

And it's Ezra Bridger who forces Grand Admiral Thrawn into exile in a completely different galaxy far, far away. Grand Admiral Thrawn is heir to the Empire and one of Palpatine's most trusted allies.

Ezra Bridger was able to do the one thing Anakin Skywalker couldn't. He put the rest of the galaxy above his own feelings. Palpatine believed Ezra would fall for the same trap that Anakin did.

Ezra Bridger was literally born to be a thorn in Palpatine's (and the Empire's) side, even managing to sneak his way back home on Thrawn's star destroyer to continue thwarting Thrawn's plans.

Mace Windu is probably very proud of his great-grand-padawan. His lineage is so competent and well-balanced.

Meanwhile the Disaster Lineage is currently stranded in that other galaxy far, far away.

I love Star Wars so much.

[anisangeldust]

Office hours (Pt. 2) 𝜗𝜚⋆

Pt 1 here!!

Read Pt 1 for context and warnings! (It’s just smut, all this part is is just smut)

He should’ve been horrified, yet he couldn’t bring himself to feel but an ounce of shame when the object of his greatest desires was standing in front of him. Alone.

Slowly, he watched as you closed the door and locked it, maintaining eyes contact with him the whole time. “Professor Skywalker” you mumbled out, batting your lashes at him while you walked toward his desk.

Anakin was not going to let this golden opportunity slip out of his grasp, he couldn’t let you slither away, not after the sheer amount of time he’s been pinning after you. He took his hand off of his hard cock and gestured you over oath two fingers.

“Do you want this?” He grumbled out, though he knew the answer. A simple nod of your head and he was taking hold of your jaw “then show me baby” he cooed then pushed you on your knees

You eagerly took his leaking cock into your mouth, earning a lewd groan and one of his big, calloused hand on the back of your head; pushing you down as tears pricked in your waterline.

“Yeah? So good f’me, choking on your favorite professor. Isn’t that right? Such a slut for my cock.” He growls through gritted teeth as he pushes your head farther down on his dick. “So fucking good baby girl, so hot on your knees” he groans.

The sounds you’re making as he uses you are lewd, you’re choking on his cock like it’s the first time you’ve ever given someone head, but to be fair, Anakin had a massive cock.

“I’m gonna cum, and—fuck—you’re gonna swallow it all like a good slut. Okay?” He hissed, wiping the tears from your waterline with his thumb.

Allowing you a moment to nod, he ran his big hands through your soft hair and groaned “suck a good girl, so good at sucking cock” he purred out before starting to push your face further down his fat dick.

It wasn’t long before he was tensing his thighs and cumming down your throat, thick ropes of white seed in your mouth. He pulled out and living stroked your jaw “swallow it all baby.. such a good girl, and you know what good girl get? They get rewards. Stand up and bend over my desk baby.” He commanded gently, smacking your ass playfully as he flipped up your skirt and pushed your panties to the side.

“So fucking wet pretty girl, and all form sucking your professors cock, aren’t you so naughty?” He cooed and shoved two fingers into your weeping hole.

“Oh! Professor Skywalker… please..” you begged, clenching around his fingers.

“Please what baby? You what my cock?” He teased and smacked your ass again as you nodded yes “so good f’me” he murmured. You felt him slide his tip up and down your soaking folds before pushing the head into your entrance.

“Fuck!” He hissed “so fucking right” he groaned and slowly pushed in further.

Half of your brain was gone, reduced to mush; the other half was screaming and crying and jumping for joy at the fact that you were bent over your favorite professors desk.

“Call me Anakin baby, or Ani if that’s easier” he mumbled as he pushed his thick cock all the way in your tight hole with a “fuuckkk..”

“Ah! Ani!” Your moan as he slowly thrusts in and out of you, getting a good feel for your tight walls.

“Fuck me baby, can feel you clenching me so good.. so fucking good baby doll” he praised and smacked your ass again, speeding up his movements and pounding into you “yeah? You like that you slut? Taking your professor so good baby, horny little pussy just needing me so bad yeah?” He jeered and used his hand to rub your clit.

The movement had your brain short-circuiting. You didn’t have the power to warn him before you came all over his cock, the only sounds being muffled screams as you bit your arm.

“Oh fuck! Gonna cum inside you, fill you up so good” he groans and throws his head back as his orgasm approaches. His thrusts become sloppy as he fucks himself through his high, a ring of your respective cums forming around the base of his dick.

He pulled out after a few moments and pulled your weak body into his lap. “Feel good baby?” He murmurs.

“Yeah.. s-so good..” you respond as you melt into his touch.

“Good girl, I’ll take care of you, don’t worry about anything okay?”

@snowtargaryen (here you go!)

[guardianjameslight]

No trope hurts more than friends/brothers to enemies.

[short-wooloo]

Well I said I wanted a Transformers story to do with Optimus and Megatron what Revenge of the Sith/Kenobi did with Obi-Wan and Anakin

[divineani]

PROFESSOR ANAKIN

[darthmalewife]

Nothing ever hits better than modern au Cody working in a family restaurant and Obi-Wan being a customer

It's good everytime especially when Cody's siblings are fully aware Cody wants Obi-Wan

Also Rex knows Ahsoka and Anakin because that's always a great detail

[go-see-a-starwar]

[antianakin]

Tbh I really wish they had Ahsoka address that her idealized version of Anakin isn't reality and never was. And that's a common abuse survivor thing! Literally wouldn't be difficult to put in her character. Iirc Force Vision Anakin basically said something like "you never learn" because she still is just running instead of facing the fact Anakin's fall was never about her and never her fault. There were signs certainly but scattered across a long period of time and with different people.

I wish we could get Huyang pointing out that holding onto the past and her child version of Anakin isn't healthy and honestly an ancient Jedi droid would be literally the perfect character. Not to mention her habit of running instead of facing it head on. There's this great opportunity here for the character and while I'm losing hope, if not Huyang than someone like Ezra, a character who's learned to let go. Ahsoka's biggest flaw at this point is her inability to move forward and that needs to be addressed before giving her more powers.

I was actually JUST thinking last night that it would've been SO COOL to have Huyang sort-of step in as a surrogate Master for Ahsoka to help point out the fallacies in her unhealthy coping mechanisms and way of looking at things. Like when Ahsoka says "the Jedi failed", Huyang points out that actually they didn't, or at least, if they failed then it's not their fault and CERTAINLY not because they didn't allow in enough people who weren't Force sensitive. When she pushes about Sabine, he can point out that not only would the Order not have accepted her, there's a REASON she wouldn't necessarily be happy as a Jedi and it's not healthy for either of them for Ahsoka to try to push Sabine to acquire skills she quite simply does not and cannot ever have.

And of course, with Anakin, he can be even more explicit.

One of the things they've given Huyang as a characterization in this show is the ability to be very bluntly honest sometimes. What's frustrating is that one of the few places he ISN'T is when the topic of Anakin comes up. He tells Sabine that she's a terrible Padawan, worst he's ever seen. He tells Hera that people like her because she disobeys orders when she cares about things. But when asked about Anakin, the most he says is that Anakin was "intense." That's it. It might've been interesting for Huyang to be a little less vague about Anakin and perhaps one of the ONLY people Ahsoka's ever actually told about Anakin having been Vader and so he can speak to that more candidly and honestly. He wasn't just "intense," he was a traitor. He broke his vows, he disrespected everything the Jedi stood for, he was a murderer. You could explain away his vagueness about Anakin by having Ahsoka say that she wants this to remain a secret, that she never told the Ghost crew about her master's true identity and she doesn't want them to know because of how she thinks it might change the way they look at her. So maybe he's more candid with Ahsoka herself, but when Hera asks, the best he can say is "intense."

Have Ahsoka tell Huyang that Anakin was a good Master, and Huyang can point out that, while that may have been true at one point, it wasn't ALWAYS true. It didn't REMAIN true. He betrayed her. He tried to kill her. He refused to come back for her. Because one of the things Ahsoka was struggling with in Rebels was figuring out how to connect the Anakin she knew as a child with what she knew of Darth Vader and what caused Anakin to change so much. It might've been interesting to have Ahsoka recognize that there were pieces of Vader in the Anakin she knew, too, even if she didn't recognize it at the time. There were secrets he kept from her, moments where he could get SO ANGRY. It might've been interesting for her to discuss that terrible awful training from TOTJ and have Huyang point out just how fuck awful that kind of training truly was. Even if it was done out of a desire to protect her, that didn't actually make it okay or a valid method of training. No true Jedi would have asked that of her or done that to her, not because they were weak, but because all she would've learned from it was FEAR. And every true Jedi knows that strength doesn't only come from pain.

Ahsoka can still ultimately choose to forgive him and choose to focus on the good memories she still has of him, but she can ALSO choose to accept that he betrayed her and that he was a bad master. Anakin was both. He was someone who cared about her, and she DID learn some good lessons from him, but he also impacted her in ways that were decidedly negative. Forgiving him should require accepting BOTH. It's not even just "He did his best" although that gets us a LOT closer to the desired goal here, it's more like "He wasn't all bad."

I don't know, I think there could've been a LOT more complexity given to Anakin and Ahsoka and their relationship in this show and what we got was just... so so shallow. And to be honest, that's this show's biggest sin, just how SHALLOW all of it is. I'm not at all shocked that Filoni, who called Anakin the "greatest Jedi of all time", is choosing to portray Anakin in this way and sort-of... erase and gloss over his sins to just declare him a "good master." But it's still disappointing because there's so many really interesting ways this show could've explored Ahsoka and it chose none of them.

I think about that line from Rebels when Maul tells Obi-Wan "Look how far you've fallen" and Obi-Wan retorts, "Look what I have risen above." Because that's the core of Obi-Wan, right, he RISES ABOVE Anakin. He rises above Anakin's mistakes and failures, he rises above Anakin's betrayal, he rises above his losses and grief to become better than Anakin ever could. He doesn't let Anakin's failures become his own, he doesn't let Anakin's darkness drag him down alongside. And I feel like they're trying to go for something similar with Ahsoka here, but they just aren't reaching it. Because in order to have Ahsoka rise above, they first need to acknowledge that there's something there TO rise above.

I don't have any hope left in this show, it's made its stance clear and there's only a single episode left in this season. It's not going to suddenly decide to criticize Anakin NOW, and Ahsoka's already had her glow-up emotional climax like 2-3 episodes too early. This show is what it is at this point.

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[fellthemarvelous]

I remember seeing dudebros complain about there not being enough men in the Ahsoka series but David Tennant was in every single episode so I don't know what the big deal is!

[haydenshill]

This is young professor Anakin. Before he met his controversially young future wife on both their first day of university. He isn’t her professor, but she is a freshmen.

He knows better, and wants nothing to do with her. Too bad for him, she is following her parents footsteps, and is going to be a lawyer. Considering her parents own the most successful law firm in the state, she learned at a young age that there’s always a loop hole, and nothing is ever set in stone.

Including professor Skywalkers’ unreasonable attitude towards their future children…

If any writers want to write this story, go for it! I just throw ideas out to inspire you lovely people!!! I know I have seen several professor anakin stories before, so I assume this isn’t anyone’s character, but if I’m wrong, let me know and I’ll tag them.

[aigoos]

Date Me Art by StrawberryReddy

Ahhh! This gorgeous art is by @strawberryreddy, who drew this based on my fic, "Date Me". This is the first Star Wars / Obikin fic I wrote, all thanks to @magnusbae amazing plot bunny. College AU has always been a love of mine, so it was fun to write this, and even better to see the art done by someone so talented. The warm palette and the lighting of this art make me super happy. Plus, who can say no to Professor Obi-Wan and college student Anakin? I know I can't!

Thank you so much, @strawberryreddy for doing this beautiful art! After a long, hard day at work, this cheered me up greatly!