TEACHER'S PET ANAKIN SKYWALKER

TEACHER'S PET ─── ANAKIN SKYWALKER

summary: anakin skywalker, sorry the teacher's aide anakin skywalker. teachers and students aren't supposed to be this close, right? it's a bad idea, right?

warnings: smut, gaslighting, coercion and manipulation. themes of student/teacher relationships are present. mdni, 16+. fem reader, usage of the word cunt, cock, pussy, etc. talking you through an orgasm.

Everyone knew Mr. Skywalker; he was the young teacher's aide. He was fairly young, couldn't have been more than 23.

And he was kind, charismatic, and helpful. He was often seen helping other students during office hours, staying late to grade and correct assignments.

It was said that he had a favorite student, but that's neither here nor there.

It was the first time she had failed a test. A big one. Fuck. This was avoidable had she actually taken the time to study.

And she didn't. Instead she decided to fuck around and get drunk with several people from her class. To be fair, it had been fun in the moment.

And much to her dismay, Mr Skywalker had asked her to stay after class.

Not wanting to leave anyone hanging, she did.

"Hey! I didn't think you'd stay! Cool, as you know Matt didn't stay today, sorry about that, it really should be him talking to you about your exam," he apologizes profusely as if that makes the situation better.

She sits there, quiet, and nodding along. "No, I mean its fine, you're his aide, you know just as much as he does,"

"Right, right, right," he says with a laugh. "So, what's up? You never score anything lower than a 94, and this time you have a 37, what happened?"

Ah there's the question. "And I understand that things happen, but are you okay? Everything okay at home? Was the material too difficult?"

She shakes her head. "No, I just... Long weekend, didn't prepare enough,"

He nods in understanding. "Well, you are young, so," he laughs understandingly. "We'll give you a retest, just come back in a week. Study the material, if you can't understand it, come find me and we'll work on it together, yeah?"

She nods. "Thank you Mr Skywalker," she replied with a slight smile.

"Anakin, we're not in class at the moment," he corrected.

Her smile widened. "No, I suppose we're not," she agrees, her fingers intertwine with her own.

"You know, you don't have to take the retest, there's. . . something else you could do," he offers hesitantly.

She perks up. "What's that?"

His eyes glimmer with excitement and he presses his lips together. "Oh, its uh nothing, nevermind,"

She deflated just a little. "Aw, what's the matter? It's not like you need a friend, right?"

He shifts uncomfortably in a chair. "Uh no, but really, its fine,"

She moved closer to him and leans over his desk. "Why? Its not like I'm gonna beg to suck you off," she joked. "Unless you ask me to,"

His eyes glimmer. "I'm not sure that's an appropriate. . . suggestion," he whispers. "But. . ."

She rises from her chair. "But?" she asked, leaning against the desk, sitting on the edge.

He glanced at her. "If. . . " he begins and shakes his head. "No, its not right," he muttered to himself.

She glanced at him. "I'll do anything," she whispers. "I swear, please,"

He shakes his head. "Morally its just not right," he says. "You understand, right?"

"Mr Skywalker," she pleads. "I'll do anything,"

His lips quirk at her comment. "Anything?" he asked.

She nodded.

"On your knees, sweet girl," he whispers and his eyes flicker with excitement as she does. "You have to be quiet sweet girl," he whispers.

The pet name fills her with a warm feeling, it courses through her as she kneels in front of him, her hands reach for the buckle on his pants and he swats her hand away. "Patience is a virtue, Darling," he whispers.

She moved closer to him, carefully unbuckling his pants and belt, tugging his pants down slightly, and leaving him in his boxers.

There's a tent in his pants, aroused to the point of wincing when her fingers brush him through the thin cloth. "God," he moans softly.

She's pleased with the reaction and her hand slides into the briefs, her fingers rubbing at the slit on the head of his cock, causing a soft and low moan to escape his lips.

A part of her knows that she needs to stop, that she needs to draw a line but the other part of her knows that she'll never have this opportunity again.

Her hands make the motion to tug the boxers down, leaving him standing at attention and then it hits her. "I should stop," she whispers.

He shakes his head. "No, please, don't stop," he begged softly. "We don't have to talk after, you don't have to talk to me if you don't want to,"

She looks at him, he looks desperate and he's shaking from all the feelings stirring within him; she falls to her knees again and pressed a kiss to his tip, swirling her tongue around him.

Her mouth engulfs him, her hand working whatever doesn't fit in her mouth. She allows herself a small laugh as his fingers tangled in her hair, grasping and tugging at it as he raked his fingers through her scalp. "Please," he pleads.

She groans around his cock as he begins to thrust himself into her throat, she controls his pace with her hand and head. She can tell that Anakin was trying to keep his moans and groans to himself as she rakes her teeth along his cock. His sharp intake of breath spears through her like a jolt of electricity down her spine and throughout her body as she licks the bead of his salty seed.

Anakin makes the mistake of looking down, her eyes were on him as she works his length with one hand, her full lips wrapped around the head of his cock, her tongue swirling around him and he nearly whimpered from the sensation.

She enjoys watching him in this desperate state. He's basically whimpering for her at this point and the minute its all over, with his seed dripping from the corner of her lips, she pulled away from him, her throat raw and abused from how his shaft forced itself down her throat.

He's begging her to keep this a secret, begging her to never speak of it again.

She won't, but she'll never forget how he begged her to, and how he promised her that she'd never speak to him again.

It was a one time thing, just to get her grade up, right...?

authors note: part two? let me know!! this was also... taking me forever to write. this originally started as a concept on tiktok because of @ioveanakin's edit.

writing historical fiction will make you google things like “when we’re towels invented?” “how much did a towel cost in American in 1885?” “historical average number of towels owned per household”

Books with Winged Characters

I’m working on compiling a list of books where a main character has wings or winged people are a significant part of the story. I have read a fair amount of these but not all.

Books

Above World (series) by Jenn Reese

Angelfall (Penryn and the End of Days series) by Susan Ee

Ascendant by Kimberly Grey

Between the Sea and Sky by Jaclyn Dolamore

Birdwing by Rafe Martin

Black and Blue Magic by Zilpha Keatley Snyder

The Book of Flying by Keith Miller

The Boy Who Could Fly by James Norcliffe

Catwings by Ursula K. LeGuin: Cats with wings.

The Cloud Roads (Books of the Raksura) by Martha Wells

Defect by Will Weaver

Down (Zalensia #1) by Jo Dresden Haskell

Feathers by Jorge Corona: a graphic novel. 

Five Children and It by E. Nesbit

Good Omens by Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett

Growing Wings by Laurel Winter

Halo by Alexandra Adornetto

Harpy Thyme by Piers Anthony

The Icarus Project by Laura Quimby: Odd example since the title and cover imply a lot of this theme, but wings appear on like five pages.

Immortal City by Scott Speer

Mail-Order Wings by Beatrice Gormley 

Maximum Ride (series) by James Patterson

Mr. Pye by Mervyn Peake

Nights at the Circus by Angela Carter

Peter and the Starcatchers by Dave Barry and Ridley Pearson

Raising Dragons (Dragons in Our Midst series) by Bryan Davis: One main character has dragon-like wings.

Rapture by David Sosnowski

Self-Portrait with Wings, by Susan Kohn Green

Skellig, by David Almond

Stormbite by T. Hearts

The Strange and Beautiful Sorrows of Ava Lavender

The Tale of Angelino Brown by David Almond

Tama of the Light Country by Ray Cummings

The Things with Wings by Greg Holch

To Dream, Perchance to Soar by Ashlyn Nafina

Valkyrie by Kate O’Hearn

The Wayfarer Redemption by Sara Douglass

When the Wind Blows and The Lake House by James Patterson: The origin of the idea that was repackaged for younger readers as Maximum Ride.

When We Have Wings by Claire Corbett: The gold standard for sci-fi winged people as far as I’m concerned. 

The Winged Man by A.E. van Vogt

Wings by Bill Brittain

Wings by Julie Gonzalez

The Wings of Merlin by T. A. Barron

Year of the Griffin, by Diana Wynne Jones: Main character is a griffin, but there are some good descriptions of flying and life with wings. There’s a brief mention of the griffin’s siblings who are winged humanoids (it’s an unusual family). 

Short Stories

“Men with Wings” By Leslie F. Stone First appearing in Air Wonder Stories (July 1929) and Women With Wings (1930)

A Very Old Man with Enormous Wings (short story) by Gabriel Garcia Marquez

“Wings in the Morning” by Sarah Rees Brennan, in anthology Monstrous Affections (Part of the world introduced in her book In Other Lands, which features harpies.)

Picture Books

Gwinna by Barbara Helen Berger

Wings by Christopher Myers

Feel free to add to the list.

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Imagine riding him after he comes home from his shift, he's tired, it's been a long night, and he's stressed as usual. And since Abby's at school (say it's like,, 7:00-something AM lmao) it's the perfect time to help him out. He'd already began to whimper a bit when you started to suck him off. And when you actually get around to the sex part, he practically loses it. He's gripping your thighs, breathily moaning and whimpering, basically doing all of the above because you just feel so good. He doesn't know what he did to deserve you, but he's glad he did it. Even when you ride him so much that he can't even think and his mind feels like liquid and his cock feels so achy and sore but in a good way because you were the one that made him cum so much. When you've both had your fill of each other, you clean both of you up, as Mike is a panting mess. He feels so calm. His mind is fuzzy, he feels like he's floating. His cock is soft, resting on his thigh. Later that night he falls asleep with his head on your chest, listening to your heartbeat, and for the first time in a while, he felt properly serene.

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