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[whomuses]

open rp || the master?

"Hi. Uh. Sorry, I -" he paused, awkwardly, fiddling with the loose white shift he was wearing, tied with a loose string, pattern-free hospital gown - "I'm... not sure how I got here. Or - or where I am?"

[man-of-infinite-muses]

open; pick any muse you’d like from my list here.

“So...” the well dressed man said as he came into the dimly lit room. The girl had been prepared and knew what was going on, so there was little cause for pretense. “You’re my latest purchase,” he said, slowly circling her kneeling form. “I’ll lay a few ground rules and then we’ll go from there. You do what I say, when I say, behave and I promise you’ll not only be taken care of, but prosper in my care.” He reached up and scratched along his cheek, pausing as he stood towering over her. “What’s your name?” He’d read the dossier on her and examined all the pictures, but he was sure his new property would prefer a more mundane approach to pleasantries. 

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It was a mistake, at least that’s what you tell yourself in the middle of the night when you wake from nightmares. It was a mistake is what you said when you buried your twin in a random forest hoping no one would find them. It was all just a mistake. That’s the mantra you tell yourself over and over again in order to feel some hint of innocence. The problem is, it wasn’t a mistake. You held jealousy for your twin over everything. Despite having the same face, you found them to be more appealing than you, and more talented. So you killed them in a fit of jealous rage, and now there is only one of you in the world. You had to flee, running away to a city that was closed off to the rest of the world. A great place to hide. No one here knows of your mistake or at least that’s what you hope.

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My dear apprentice / Anakin!Skywalker x fem!reader - chapter 3

(Anakin's pov)

"It's decided then. From today and on, (y/n) (s/n) and Anakin Skywalker will share a new journey of knowledge and understanding. They will defend each other's backs in battle and lend a shoulder to rely on in times of war, as master and padawan. May the force be with you on the way."

...

(S/n)?

Where have I heard that name before?

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"What are you looking at?" Anakin grumbles at the young girl who from now on is going to be his responsibility, a huge weight on his shoulders that he didn't ask for.

" I can do that myself, you know. Unpack my stuff, I mean." (Y/n) mentions in a subtle voice.

"You took too long. Besides, no one need that much belongings as a Jedi." He replies with an exaggerated sigh at the end, which to he receives a snort from the annoying, rather... tiny girl behind him to the left.

With reluctance in her body, she has positioned herself in the back of the small room. Meanwhile I'm the one unpacking the stuff arriving at the entrance of the temple after the meeting. So here I am, unfolding some pieces of clothing that I have no idea what it's supposed to be from the absurdly large bag laying on one of the beds that will come to be her sleeping spot. At the opposite side of the room is my bed.

   I know. Do we really have to share a room? It was already rather small for one person to begin with. But apparently it's what the council decided since they considered my previously loud attempts at declining my position as her mentor to be concerning regarding the bond we'll have to create to work together.

The suddenly awkward silence thickening in the room remind me on our way to our room after the council meeting. No one spoke a word through the endless cold corridors, except for a quiet giggle from her side when the baggage got shipped off at the doorstep without anyone available to help. No man or woman could possibly carry luggage that heavy and since (y/n) was the newcomer addition to the temple, it was my duty as master to "treat her welcoming" as Obi wan worded it before we left the meeting.

Isn't she going to speak up soon? This is becoming unpleasant soon. And why wouldn't she defend her belongings in some kind of way.

I turn my head to look at the (y/n) behind me with a raised eyebrow, digging to the bottom of the package with my hands to single out all the clothes in a pile for her to put in her personal wardrobe later on as I go.

She's standing with her arms crossed loosely in front of her chest with her back slightly arched back. Brows furrowed in... is that distress? And her teeth lightly pinching the side of the bottom lip. The look on her face is overall surprising, since this is a new emotion for me to discover from her.

Is she... anxious? Or embarrassed? No, that can't be. Judging on what I've seen of her so far, she wouldn't be embarrassed of such words.

"What's up with that face you're making? Am I doing something wrong?" I ask and go back to focusing on the giant mountain of clothes. I move aside what appears to some simple looking jewelry in plain silver and gather them together and handing them to the hands of the eyes burning a cavity in my back with her stares.

"No, not really." She replies to which I'm starting to grow irritated by her vague replies.

I watch her carefully fold the jewelry in her hands like they were precious diamonds. She seems get distracted and takes a closer look on the fragile chains before placing them in a box on a shelf above her bed.

"Then what is it? And don't say nothing because I despise dry responses and dogged answers."

She takes my side by the bed and lock gaze with me, arms now folded in a defensive manner and her shin raised high.

"There's really nothing. And I choose to answer what pleases me, with or without your approval. You'll just have to get used to it."

Sigh.

Of all padawans, why an annoying one? Why not someone who actually behave in a respectful manner?

I grunt loudly and rip out a random handful of fancy fabrics, unfolding them out of curiosity for what kind of clothing taste this girl has since there had to be at least a thousand pair of everything. To my surprise the delicate fabric belonged to...undergarments! And not just any type. The provocative kind with laces all over and in every color possible, matching pairs and all that. The patterns of the undergarments all had mesmerizing patterns and smaller gems decorating the hems, along with long ribbons sewed onto as well... for whatever reason I can't figure out. I have no idea what some of the pieces are for but it doesn't take a genius to figure out the meaning behind the seductive clothing.

With a short laughter and a mischievous grin plastered onto my lips and with raised eyebrows, I hold up the undergarments and slightly wave them back and forth in a showing manner while whirling one of the lacy lingerie around my index finger mockingly.

"Packing only the most necessary stuff, are we? I didn't take you for the erotic pining kind of girl but I guess we all have our inner animal that has to be let out sometimes. But on Jedi duty? You're a naughty girl!"

I laugh as I watch (y/n) peek over my shoulder in utter confusion before seeing the lingerie wrapped in my hands. The look on her face is priceless as her eyes wide in awareness, cheeks immediately flushing red like a tomato. She stutters inconsistently and swat the undergarments out of my hands and-

=SLAM=

With a single motion, she crashes into me using the side of her hip to make me lose balance and dash me down onto the floor with a loud thud while rapidly gathering the lingerie and stuff it between the space of the mattress and the headboard of her bed.

Ow.

My butt hurts.

"T-Those aren't mine!" She stammer along with incoherent cuss words to coat her discomfort.

Her face looks like it's about to explode any second and it's a damn funny thing to witness. How the "to proud to surrender" quickly turned into a blushing mess in about seconds! The way she could go over the edge like that and lose all sense of fitting behavior for the sake of her pride even though it was too late.

"Is that so? It sure looked like it, especially since you decided it was necessary to sweep me off my feet like that. Very cute but I think you're actually supposed to make me land on the bed and not on the floor." I claim and lay back on the ground, letting my elbows rest behind my back and onto the floor to maintain an upright position.

(Y/n) clench her fist in frustration and starts flailing furiously with her free hand in quick motions as she speaks.

"The lingerie really aren't mine. My friends were the ones packing my belongings. This is just a cruel joke by their doing!" She pauses and stops flailing for a few seconds as she linger with her eyes on mine with a mildly disgusted look on her face. Instead she sighs and crosses her arms once again.

"Apparently they find you very... Appealing to the eye. Sexy, if I should word it like they do."

"And why don't you?" I ask, not in a provocative tone, but like it's the most normal thing ever.

Truth to be told, I'm not used to being called hot. Or anything about my appearance in general, for that matter. And to be honest, I don't care that much about it either. I shouldn't care about it and I don't. Especially not from this annoying gremlin. But since I'm going to be stuck with her for quite a while, I better make my time interesting and entertaining by teasing the crap out of her.

"Because you're grumpy, selfish, whiny and you've been a total jackass towards me since from the second I met you!" She exclaims with slightly raised voice.

I chuckle.

"At least I am a fine piece of ass then."

...

"And this ass is hurting from being SHOVED onto the ground."

By those words I only receive a snort, which then follows with her stomping her foot and snarling with clenched fists.

"There's nothing 'fine' about you except how easily shoved you are. And besides, I would never do that... action, with you."

Damage taken.

"I'm hurt" I yelp, gripping with one hand to my chest in a clawing motion and gasping dramatically, meanwhile sobbing into my shoulder. All this theatre act to get the satisfaction of seeing her proud smile turn into a bitter grin and her smooth skin turn into crinkles of distress.

"Don't be. Cause even if I wanted to.. wanted to push you onto the bed, the council would never approve since it's forbidden to engage in a relationship as a Jedi knight."

Forbidden... yeah, it's forbidden. Everyone's aware of that since it's a major sacrifice to make in terms of becoming a warrior of peace. A sacrifice not everyone would be able to make. So why did she decide to give up love? She doesn't seem like the type to want a life alone, nor does she seem like she's fully accepted it yet.

I exhale heavily and sit up, tucking my legs beneath me, pulling me up from the ground in an effortless motion. I then sit down onto my bed, leaned forwards, hands resting by my sides.

"Attachment is forbidden. Possession is forbidden. Compassion, which I would define as unconditional love, is essential to a Jedi's life. So you might say, that we're encouraged to love."

(Y/n) carefully takes in my movements and the smirk tugging on my lips before she rolls her eyes and turn around to continue sorting out her belongings into the wardrobe.

"It's still forbidden. No matter how you define it. Go find someone else to tease because I don't find it flattering. I could hit you up with one of my friends, if you're as horny as you imply to be."

Someone else... But I don't really mean it. And even if I did want to be intimate with a person, I doubt her friends would transcend the looks of (y/n). There's no denying her attractiveness. But her rude and disrespectful behavior towards me as her master really is the opposite of arousing.

"Hm... well enough on that topic. We've wasted enough time doing nothing. The first thing to do on out schedule today is...

While tapping on a small screen attached to the wall right beside me, I look up (y/n)'s name in the register to see her training schedule.

(S/n)... Again with that name...

"Alright, the first thing of our schedule is...

grocery shopping? Wait what?

Milk, eggs... long bananas.

This can't be it. I refuse to believe that it is."

A small giggle escape (Y/n)'s lips as she waves a dismissive hand in the air, busy folding a crimson tunic and putting it into her drawer.

"Well I did hear Master Windu permit Obi wan to make up a fitting schedule for us weekly. And that you were supposed to inform him about my improvements and all that every two days to track my learning. He must've seen this as an opportunity to mess with you."

Is Obi wan in charge and why didn't I know? More importantly, why did no one tell me that I'm supposed to report my padawan's progress to him? Was I just to find out by myself or not do my job correctly because someone figured out I would just know? And even though I am the one mentoring her, Obi wan is still the one really in charge? Even after I made it clear to the council that he wouldn't be needed. That I could prove I am enough for her, as her master.

I stand up and step towards the doors, grabbing two wooden staffs used for lightsaber training. Of course the balance is way off since where the hilt is supposed to be is much lighter than the rest of the stick. But it's the closest thing to a lightsaber for training without the risk of her hurting herself or me.

With a yank I let the staff tumble through the air in a spinning motion to where (y/n) is busy folding her clothes. With ease she catches it seemingly without struggle, though with an expression like a question mark plastered above her head.

Decent reaction skills. Not bad at all. A relief to be sure.

"I refuse to go grocery shopping when we have more important work to do. Do take my advice on changing into a bit more suitable clothing for improving your movements, before we start. I'll be waiting in the training area when you're ready."

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// whew, this chapter is a lot longer than the previous ones but it was worth it for the steamy Anakin🔥💯 if you liked chapter 3 (or any of the chapters for that matter), please reblog, like or give me some feedback in the comments since the algorithm of Tumblr show the posts with the wost reblogs and notes and it's the only way for more interested to come across the story! You get happy from reading, they get happy from finding it, and I get happy from knowing that people like it and writing it! Shared happiness/hornyness is the best of it's kind, as they say. (?)

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[missy-master-gomez]

Missy RP blog!

Don’t be disgusting. We’re Time-Lords, not animals. Try, nano-brain, to rise above the reproductive frenzy of your noisy little food chain, and contemplate friendship. A friendship older than your civilisation and infinitely more complex.

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[jielsv]

I'll carve my name on your soft skin.

Don't you want to be my canvas? My muse?

I'll paint you with bruises. Purples reds and blues all over you.

Just let your body be owned by me, I promise you'll be my best piece.

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Relationship/Setting: Taboo, father/son, son/father’s boyfriend, brother/brother. Dom/Sub AU.

Caleb walked into his home, clearly annoyed about his day at school. He’d failed an important test, and the coach had pushed him harder than anyone else. He was angry and tired, and the only bright spot in his day was getting home, and getting some time with the submissive he was sneaking behind everyone’s back to see. “You better be home,” he called out.