a/n: sorry again for such the long wait!!! I might as well put "random posting schedule" in my bio haha- thanks for stickign with me thought guys, these stories really make my day and I love hearing from and interacting with you all!!
NSFW
Fantasies become realities
Warnings: cursing, p in v, smex, blowjobs, no protection (BE SAFE), anakin is a little bit of a perv, exhibitionism, voyurism, horny thoughts, reader referred to as a stripper
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Anakin’s ears perked up once he finally heard the door opening- this was it…
He couldn’t blow it.
Before you even entered the room you could sense the anxiety trickling off of the Jedi; it was sweet- he was so nervous, just for you.
“Hello stranger” you said as you pressed yourself against the door, closing it with a smile.
“U-uh Y/N! Hello” he stumbled.
Never had he been so incredibly clumsy- he knew he was better than this (if he was bold enough to jerk off to the memory of you, why couldn’t he confess some simple feelings?). Something about having you alone, while he was not on business…here… made his chest tighten.
He sucked in a breath before continuing, “How’ve you been; It’s been a while hasn't it?” he asked, shifting in his seat.
You giggled and plopped down on the couch opposite of him and crossed your legs.
“It has been awhile- you didn’t just book the most expensive room in the club to catch up though, did you?” your voice lowered an octave as you watched him sweat.
“Well, no- I just didn’t know how to get a hold of you. I just wanted to talk” he said softly.
“About what?” you asked, leaning towards him and allowing your robe to slip off of your shoulder.
You had an idea of what he wanted- you saw how he looked at you on shift when he was posted at the club.
You heard him in the refresher begging for release, you felt the tension in his force signature. You knew he had creamed just by imagining the chance to fuck you.
You were glad to oblige in these scenarios- he was handsome and you did really like him after all.
Sadly you had to remind yourself not to get attached; all he wanted was to fuck, he didn’t care for you, he cared for your body. Plus- Jedi were not allowed to have attachments, best to save yourself the heartbreak.
“I-I” he stuttered as you sat yourself right next to him on his couch. You observed through heavy lidded eyes as he struggled to get his words out.
“Would you want to grab dinner with me sometime? Or something like that….” he asked unabashedly.
Anakin wanted to take you on a date?! Like romance?! Hah!
You weren’t able to hide the shock on your face which made him shrink back, “Oh, well it’s ok If not- I just thought-”
“No- NO! I’m sorry, I just did not expect you to ask me that” you assured the man.
“Why wouldn’t I? You’re insanely talented, kind, interesting, and I don't know… we both know I’m not the best at keeping my emotions under wraps” he admitted.
“Well… yes” you laughed, thinking back on how he and his master interacted when there was a mishap in their plans.
“But when I heard that Anakin Skywalker was in my private booth, I didn’t exactly think you were going to ask me on a date!”.
He blushed at your words, “I-I didn’t know how else to get your attention”.
You shrugged and laughed again, “You could have just came to my dressing room and asked”
“So is that a yes?” he quizzed with a small smile.
“Isn't there something in the Jedi’s philosophy that forbids attachments?” you asked skeptically (if it were with him, you weren’t really wanting a one night stand type of deal- you’d crave him too much).
Anakin sat silently for a moment, before answering, “we are… but there are no attachments here- just a question”.
You could feel his force signature stirring under his false composure- he was lying.
Just a question, huh? No way, you knew you made him nervous (similarly how he made you feel), and you knew he wasn’t just “asking a question”.
“Are you sure, Ani? I wouldn’t want to get you in trouble” you innocently said, batting your long lashes.
“Yea, It’s just a question” he gulped as you got increasingly closer to him.
You were practically on his lap when you whispered, “lying’s not the Jedi way, Anakin; your signature is telling me it's much more than ‘just’ a question?” your lips curled into a smug smile as you sat back onto your heels.
The young man in front of you looked taken aback once he realized what you said- his signature? How could you tell what it was emitting?
You laughed at the obvious confusion on his handsome face.
“You do know Jedi aren't the only ones who can utilize the force?” you said with a smile as you leaned back onto the couch.
“Force sensitivity runs in my family” you said with a wink and a crooked smile.
Anakin’s face suddenly drained once he realized that all this time… all this time you knew what he had been thinking- oh fuck, now he really didn’t have a chance.
He decided he should just start apologizing at this point, but before he could start you spoke once more.
“But to answer your question, yes- I’d love to go out with you Anakin '' you said with a beaming smile.
He felt as if his heart would fall out of his ass- after everything; after all of his indecent thoughts and less than appropriate behaviors, you still were willing to give him a chance
“Really?” he asked, a little too desperately.
You shrugged, “yeah why not” you laughed, trying to lighten the mood.
This was new for you too- it had been so long since you were actually interested in someone.
Though you did worry that his interest only lied as deep as his dick could plunge, but you were willing to give him a chance to prove himself.
At least if all he wanted was your body, you’d know you were attractive enough to capture one of the best (and best looking) Jedi in the universe- not too shabby.
“I’m not sure, I guess I didn’t really think you’d agree- I don't know…. it’s just that you seem to have a lot of experience and I’m probably not the caliber you’re accustomed to” he said quietly, avoiding eye contact.
“Anakin, just cause I dance doesn’t mean I fuck my patrons” you said sharper than you intended to; you particularly hated the stigma that your profession was intimate with everyone who came through your doors.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to offend you- I’m just not educated on this style of life” he said honestly.
You placed a gentle hand on the side of his face and brushed your thumb against his cheek making the Jedi blush.
“It’s alright Anakin, you have been sheltered most of your life” you said with a playful smile.
“And what’s that supposed to mean?” he asked, as he swatted your affectionate hand away.
“Exactly what I said, Ani- you’ve been stuck up in that temple for too long” you laughed.
“No, I know things- I’ve had enough experiences to last lifetimes” he said with pride.
“Have you now?”
“Just so happens that I have- do I need to prove it to you?” he said competitively.
“And how exactly have you earned this ‘experience’, Anakin?”
“Battle, training, negotiations- just living” he said very ‘matter-of-factly’.
“And how exactly are you planning to prove this to me-”
Suddenly Anakin’s strong hands pulled you closer so that your noses were touching; his captivating blue eyes were heavy and half lidded as they stared deeply into yours. You could feel his warm breath against your lips as you became wet with anticipation… fuck- he drove you absolutely insane.
“Depends how badly you wanna know, gorgeous” he said as his gloved hand traveled down your side making you shiver.
“Desperately” you whined before pulling him into a kiss.
The jedi groaned as your body pressed against his- every touch left a tingling sensation on his skin.
He suddenly became a bit intimidated because he may have fibbed a bit (or a lot) when he said he had experience- he was definitely not prepared.
You strategically grinded your skilled hips against his quickly growing erection as you tangeld your fingers into his sandy curls. He took a fistfull of your hair from the base of your head and pulled so that your neck was exposed to him; he gave an experimental kiss before he suctioned himself to your smooth skin.
How you fantasized about his plump lips… and unsurprisingly, they did not disappoint
His moans vibrated through your body as you tightly wrapped around him and clawed at the back of his robes. Judging by the large tent in his pants, you’d have to guess he was almost fully hard- what a treat.
“So this is what you came for, huh pretty boy?” you teased.
He unlatched his lips from your neck with crazed eyes, “No-NO! I- we can stop- i-if.. That's not what I - this is not what I came here for-” he stuttered, trying to keep your favor.
You placed a hand on his shoulder and kissed him gently on the cheek- “I know, Ani. I’m just teasin”. (though you still had your doubts)
He breathed a sigh of relief before his beautiful blue eyes landed on the mess he had made of your neck; a beautiful array of reds, pinks, deep maroons, and purples were scattered along both sides of your column. He was mesmerized by his marks- he’d never had the chance to do that before.
Anakin was so entranced that he only snapped back into reality once your perfectly manicured hand lightly brushed over his clothed cock- accidentally the jedi let out a strangled moan as he rolled his eyes back.
“You like that Ani?” you said with a sultry tone to which he couldn’t help but nod.
With a mischievous smile you straighten your back and allowed your silky robe to fall to the ground; Anakin felt his heart stop- sure he had seen your in your performance outfits and a few glimpses of lingerie here and there, but never had it been so exquisite- so close.
“I wore this for you, Anakin. No one else has seen it” you whispered softly in his blushing ear.
Only him?
Your words shot straight to his core and he felt himself begin to leak.
You offered one last kiss, you promptly unmounted his lap and sunk to the plush carpet; your face perfectly aligned with his throbbing dick. You lightly traced the outline and smiled once you saw him twitching and straining against the fabric. With a calculated amount of pressure, you ran your palm up and down his clothed shaft a few times as he failed to suppress his groans.
“Oh, Anakin…. You’re solid” you observed sadly before batting your long lashes at him, “Let me help you”.
“A-are you sure?” he asked worriedly.
“Please?” you pouted.
He was a little on edge but after hearing your small ‘please’, how could he resist? Anakin nodded furiously and his sandy strands shook with every movement, bringing a smile to your face. He needed this just as much as you wanted to do it.
The speed at which you pulled his trousers down surprised him; you were met with his weeping member straining at the tight black undergarments. Before removing them, you gave him one gentle kiss through the dampened fabric making him groan in anticipation.
You could feel his thighs tense as you slowly slipped his underwear down his legs; you made sure to drag your nails against his sensitive skin.
Anakin sucked in a breath as you gently pressed kisses up the insides of his thighs, smiling as they trembled.
“Relax, alright? I got you” you offered lightly, looking up at him through your long lashes.
His stomach did a flip and without thinking, he placed his gloved hand on your cheek in thanks.
When was the last time someone took care of him? He had to answer to his masters and was always supposed to be a pillar of the Jedi community; when was the last time he was able to relax?
With a deep inhale you turned your attention back to the task at hand- your eyes widened at his proudly standing cock eagerly dripping for you.
Just based on his stature, you were prepared for something big, but nothing could have prepared you for just how massive he really was.
If you had to guess, he probably stood around 9.5 inches; he was cut and his puffy tip was an angry red right now. There were a few veins straining with desire and one particularly thick one running up the underside. His balls were quite tight already too (he must have been quite pent up).
You gave an experimental lick to gather the precum from his tip, making him suck in a sharp breath and grip onto the edge of the couch. He had never actually gone this far with anyone: just in his fantasies. Sure he’d had a few sexual encounters in the past, but they were either dry humping, over-the-clothes, him going down on someone else, or just him masturbating.
But here you were- the most beautiful person he’d ever seen- the woman who haunted his most secret dreams- right here in between his legs… just for him.
“Maker” he exhaled.
“You’re so pretty Anakin” you sighed, resting your face on his left thigh as you languidly stroked his cock. He stifled a few moans as you swirled your tongue around his tip.
With a contempt smile you leaned back onto his thigh and watched gleefully as more precum dribbled down his cock (natural lube ;).
After another minute of pumping him, you sat up onto your knees and positioned your face over his member, but instead of watching his dick disappear into your mouth, you held eye contact with him as you swallowed him down.
He was really dealing with a professional here; a guttural moan escaped his plump lips as your nose met his naval. Your eyes began to tear up at the sheer length of his cock but you were determined to get him all down.
You buried your nose into his lightly trimmed pubes at the base of his happy trail before lifting your head up with strategic suction.
“S-shit” Anakin cursed as he felt his balls drawing up; was he already about to cum? He couldn’t look that inexperienced in front of you.
You bobbed your head a few more times as one of your free hands cupped his hardening balls. You swallowed him down once more, savoring the stretch; your panties were soaked as you moaned on his cock.
Your sweet noises sent vibrations straight through Anakin’s body and he felt himself losing it.
“I-I’m gonna- I” he whimpered as he began to sloppily buck his hips up.
You quickly removed yourself from him and sat back breathlessly. Anakin gritted his teeth and clawed at the velvet sofa as he tried to restrain his impending orgasm. Strained noises escaped his throat as you took your place by his side on the couch. He leaned back with his eyes closed as he tried to catch his breath.
Your glossed lips brushed his cheekbone before you took one of his hands and guided it towards your core. His eyes opened once he realized where his hand was (you were really making this difficult for him).
“Oh fuck… you’re so wet baby” he groaned against your lips.
Baby- that shot straight to your core.
“Ani- I want you” you huffed as he blindly helped you shed your clothes.
“Yea..yea, you want me? You wanna sit on my dick-” he panted as he groped at the fat of your ass.
Without another word you lined yourself up with him and sank down; the two of you moaned in unison as you began to ride him.
Anakin really thought he could hold on longer but very quickly he felt that breath-taking sensation rising again. The promiscuous sounds of your bodies slapping against each other ricocheted off the walls as you desperately bounced up and down.
“Shit… I’m sorry- I’m sorry.. Gonna-”
“Cum, pretty boy” you demanded as you bottomed out one last time.
With an almost pornographic moan, the inexperienced Jedi’s orgasm ripped through him. Thick, warm ropes of cum burst inside of you- Anakin’s eyes rolled to the back of his skull and his whole body wracked with the indescribable feeling of pleasure.
You gasped at the sheer amount of cum he emptied into you (he really needed this); “Oh, Ani! Fuck you’re filling me up so well” you moaned as you chased your own high by dragging your hips against him.
Thin strands of his hair stuck to his forehead as he leaned his head back; the echoes of his orgasm shot through his body and he whimpered from the overstimulation of you still bouncing on his cock.
Shortly after, you gained your own orgasm; seeing stars as Anakin desperately pawed at the fat of your ass and ran his strong hands up and down your sides. Before you hopped off of his lap he drew you into his chest and protectively wrapped his arms around you.
“Shit Angel- Took every last drop” he sighed as he sweetly rubbed your back.
With a small laugh you pressed a soft kiss on his neck (making his dick twitch).
“Didn’t wanna waste any- after all, when’s the next time i’ll get to have ‘the chosen one’” you joked as you looked up at him with stars in your eyes.
You weren’t really joking though- you’d probably never get the chance to do this again… you cursed yourself for falling for one of the least available people in the galaxy. But at least you had him for now.
He looked at you longingly for a moment but you interpreted it as awkward silence, silence that you tried to fill with another sad joke; “I mean, no attachments for the mighty Jedi, right?”
He still didn’t speak, instead brushed a strand of loose hair behind your ear; “You’re so beautiful” he almost whispered.
You slowly pushed his hand to the side garnering a frown from him, “Anakin, don’t do that please… I- Lets just have fun for the rest of the night, yeah?”.
“Is that all you want?” he asked quietly; he looked almost hurt?
With a sigh you shook your head, “No, Yes- I don’t know Anakin” you said as you stood from the couch. “Even if I wanted something it would be pretty stupid of me- I mean you’re you and I’m…me”.
“So? It doesn’t matter who we are- what matters is how we feel” he said, lightly pulling you back onto the couch.
“Anakin, I’m a stripper in one of the most popular cities in the galaxy…And you’re… you- how would that work?” you said as you allowed your insecurities to take over.
He placed his gloved hand over yours; “Your past has no bearings on me, we all come from different worlds… That does not change the feelings I have harbored for you… silently”.
“But the rule- you can’t have attachments”
“I already broke that when I decided to come here tonight… If I didn’t want this I would have left long ago.” he said before placing a gentle kiss on your forehead.
A small smile found its way onto your face… maybe you could have a happy ending.
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a/n: soo ngl I kinda leaned into the aotc ani at the end with the whole "I already brke the rule" because we know when this man gets invested he gets invested. take this kinda as his desires finally being solidified- cause he'd definitely get obsessed (we all saw how he was with padme). not sure how much else im gonna add to the story but hope you enjoy for now!
So if we have a Carmilla continuation where she returns and, say, finds that Laura has married, how do you think she'd react? Aside from the obvious answer that if it's unhappy it's going to be a wound she's going to rip right into while attempting to reclaim her bride.
And what if she also has children?
Well.
You know how there's a trend in the animal kingdom where amorous villains in fur, feathers and scales promptly slaughter any offspring or rivals between them and their desired mate?
I think any husband or children Laura might have at the time of her letter-writing will start having nightmares of a huge dark cat coming into their rooms to bite their hearts and crush their throats. They wake sick, pale, languid. As if the dreams were leaking their life out in gallons.
Unless, of course, Mama Laura has a way to staunch that bleeding.
She does. Of course she does.
Soon, the husband and children no longer suffer their nocturnal errors. Their strange illness vanishes. But Laura, beloved wife and mother, rest in peace, wastes away within the week. Perhaps a single night. She is white as the marble sepulcher they slot her coffin in by the time of the funeral. They leave flowers and tears at the steps.
And leave.
The sun leaves with them.
A cat comes calling, crawling, climbing, claiming up the steps and into the coffin.
We must leave it to the imagination whether the waiting mate comes quietly to her long-mourned lover or the night fills at once with the yowls and roars of one who recognizes the enemy who would have murdered her own kin to steal her.
the bookmen being mere observers seems like such a fun role/devastating role. i mean bookman seems fine but its probably because hes been here for so long, meanwhile theres lavi who has such a distrust in humans because of his work as an exorcist and yet is still able to make as many good relationships with his fellow exorcists that attachment seems inevitable for him
its just fun to see the beginnings of him trying to deal with both, and if memory serves me correct, its only going to be blown up more later down the line which will be fun but also i'm concerned...
The Jedi included masters from various species. How did those with a far longer life expectancy adjust to have their friends age and mature so differently?
Did Yoda, an individual hundreds of years old, look at grown masters and went - my little babies *pat pat*?
Did he get Mace Windu his favourite snacks when he went on missions?
Did he check on Plo Koon to make sure the Kel Dor got enough sleep?
Did he send documents to the library and left a note for Jocasta Nu with a joke or a smiley on it every single time?
Did he have tea in the temple gardens with Shaak Ti just like they had since she was a youngling, crying and missing home?
Did it break his heart every time one of those young and hopeful jedi like Dooku turn to the dark side? And was his true virtue in still loving and caring for everyone that crossed his path?
