#evilmousetober

[myevilmouse]

Prompt: sub Thrawn x gentle dom F!reader and a collar and a leash

Crimson eyes briefly leave your gaze, flickering to the finely-woven lead that dips an elegant arc from your hand to the wide shockcollar. Strong neck muscles flex, testing the fit.

Wagging a black-gloved finger and tutting disapproval, you tug the leash taut, commanding Thrawn’s focus. Placing a booted foot against the blue flesh of his sternum, you force him flat on his back.

“Eyes always on me,” you purr softly.

A slight twist of the stiletto heel against his skin draws a delicious groan from those thin lips.

“Apologies.”

“Apologize with your tongue, my pet,” you smile, straddling his head.

[jedimordsith]

Whumptober Day 22 Prompt: Poisoned

From FITYMI

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“I didn't know you ate anything other than rather bars,” Luke joked, helping himself to her take-out. 

“Ration bars are safe.” Mara folded the robe tighter around herself, defensively. “Other people knowing what type of food you like is risky.”

Luke raised an eyebrow. “They might mistake you for human?” 

“Yes,” she bit out, frostily. “A human being who can be poisoned.”

“Seriously?” 

“If someone tried to poison you three times in the last five years, you’d be over it, too, Skywalker.” Mara scowled. “Well, maybe you wouldn’t.”

Luke almost dropped the container, horrified. “Someone tried to poison you?”

[jadedjo]

Flufftober Day 9: Monochromatic

Okay, not fluffy but it’s all I could think of. A scene from my untitled October 2020 angst fic.

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The bio-luminescence was a sickly yellow-green color that shaded everything in the tunnel with its putrid hue. But it provided enough light so that they weren’t walking into walls. It wasn’t, however, helping to improve Mara’s mood.

The lichen clinging to the temple’s walls pulsed in subtle, slow waves as she and Luke walked further into its heart, mirror that of the internal war she was having with her inner voice.

She was being unreasonable.

She was perfectly justified.

This was not how a Jedi acted.

She wasn’t just a Jedi; she was his wife.

Over and over again as their footsteps echoed around them.

[myevilmouse]

"Not worth it," Luke said as the bandits circled in the darkness.

One laughed, confident this mark wouldn't be trouble.  "We'll decide that after we take that case."

They would have been disappointed on that front too. Luke had volunteered for an Underworld trip to a recently-looted veterinary clinic. The meds he carried treated pet allergies and umrach bites, nothing with black market value.

The thug to his left pulled a blaster.  

Luke spun to face him, illuminated lightsaber already in hand.

"I warned you."

"Luke kriffing Skywalker?!!" he gasped.  

"Still time to run," the Jedi smiled.

And they did.

[myevilmouse]

Mara squeezed his hand so hard Luke fought a reflexive wince. She had never looked so gorgeous, but also never seemed so nervous. Sure, things hadn’t gone exactly according to plan, but they should be used to that by now.

“You all right?” he whispered, focusing on her in the Force and nothing else. No easy feat, considering the huge crowd watching them.

“Why are we doing this again?”

Mara’s voice was low, but she was calming.

“Because you want everyone in the galaxy to know I’m off the market,” he grinned. “Right?”

“Right,” Mara smiled, as the ceremony began.

[myevilmouse]

Anakin flexed his fingers. Cybernetic joints smoothly responded to his neural impulses. It was top-of-the-line, probably even better than the flesh and bone it replaced.

A flower-scented breeze announced Padme’s arrival into the medbay. The smile she managed was full of concern.

“Surgery went well,” Anakin grinned. “Stronger than ever.”

“Obi-Wan told me,” she said, reaching to touch the results. “They’ll apply synthskin in a day or two.”

“Not sure I want it.” He squeezed her hand gently, testing the pressure.

Padme bit her lip, said nothing.

“I'm fine, don’t worry.” Anakin grumbled. “That’s the last fight I’ll ever lose.”

[myevilmouse]

“That smells amazing.” Han sniffed the air like a Ssi-ruu on the hunt.

“Mom’s baking!” Jacen crowed, as Jaina giggled, mouth full.

Plucking a gingerbell cookie from the counter, Han put half in his mouth and ducked down for Leia to bite off the other half. It was warm from the synthoven, and melted on his tongue.

“Delicious,” he pronounced, following it up with a kiss. The kids were too young to know today’s anniversary, but Han understood well the reason for comfort food.

Leia sighed. “But the real ingredients...”

“I know.” Han pulled her into a hug. “I know.”

[myevilmouse]

“Your tattoos are gorgeous!” one of the Rebel mechanics gushed at Sienn in Basic.

She smiled politely, but Hera glared, gripping her elbow and steering her down the hallway.

“Sorry,” the Twi’lek Captain muttered in Ryl. “Some of these people don’t understand.”

Sienn didn’t really mind, and said as much. “It hurt,” she admitted, “but I did it willingly.”

Hera didn’t hide her shock. “Sorry for the assumption. Usually it’s done by slavers with rusty guns...”

“The tattoo gun probably was rusty,” Sienn replied. “They got infected. But Luke Skywalker took care of me.”

“The Jedi?!”

“The dancer,” Sienn grinned.