#dilf!luke skywalker

[se-agapo-skywalker]

The Old Man and the Sea

Flashbacks are italicized

CW: age gap (dilf!Luke Skywalker), oral sex (f!receiving), penetrative sex (p in v), unprotected sex, usage of petname "master," mild degradation

WC: 4.4k

"You are no Jedi... nor am I." Luke's back faces you, his solemn eyes cast upon the sea. "I cannot train you."

You reach out to touch his shoulder. "Master, please-"

He flinches away from you, almost recoiling in disgust and shock, all the while keeping his face away from yours. "I already told you. That title no longer means anything to me."

"Then what should I call you? Sir?"

He sighs and shakes his head. "No, I'm not that old..."

"Mr. Skywalker?"

"Too formal."

You pause to think, considering your words carefully. "...How about just Luke?"

Finally, he turns his head to look at you. His eyes reflect a strange vulnerability, sadness and fondness all mixed into one, emotions he tries to keep as hidden as possible. He isn't doing a very good job.

Luke nods, silently, once again casting his eyes down to avoid your gaze. "Just Luke."

Snuggled up into Luke's side, you twirl a lock of his hair around your finger and sigh. His head is leaned back against the pillow, eyes closed, breathing slowly and quietly. You smirk to yourself at the sight of him laying there so peacefully--he's spent to the point of appearing fast asleep.

For a man of his age, his stamina is quite impressive--pinning you beneath him, driving into you at a pace that has you moaning his name over and over--but once he's out, he's out. It's rather cute, to be honest... yet you can't help but wonder if he drifts into sleep so easily because he can't stand to be awake.

You've found that when he isn't doing menial chores, Luke spends most of the day either staring at the sea, walking along the cliffs, or doing who knows what inside of his hut. Perhaps he's meditating, or sleeping, whatever an old Jedi does to pass the time when he so clearly hates his life--you almost feel sorry for him. Almost, as every attempt you make to connect with him is met with disdain or rejection. Usually both.

Still, the Temple Island isn't big enough for you two to ignore each other entirely, no matter how hard he might try. Your paths intercept too frequently, much to his chagrin and your delight. There's something strangely magnetic about him--beneath his gloomy exterior lies the remnants of his grace and discipline, the dignified power of the Grandmaster of the Jedi Order.

It's something you're determined to bring out again.

Luke stirs a bit, shifting in the bed slightly. With confirmation that he's indeed still awake, your hand wanders to his face, delicately stroking his beard.

"One more round?" you ask, voice sweeter than honey. You already know the answer--most likely a no--but it doesn't hurt to try.

He groans softly. "I don't know if I have it in me, starlight." Blue eyes squint open to meet yours, a smile growing on your lips, and he scowls. "What are you smiling about?"

"Nothing, I just think you're cute," you laugh, and he furrows his brow.

"Sweetheart, calling me cute is like calling the sky red."

"But it is red, during the sunset!"

"You know what I mean."

Knowing there's no reasoning with you, Luke relents to your will as you lean over to kiss him. He must think you're impossible--you're certain he does--but that's what keeps on drawing him back to you. At least, that's what stops him from turning you away.

Knocking on the door of Luke's hut, you wince. What were you thinking, coming to him like this, drenched in rain during the middle of the night? He's sure to think you're crazy, if he doesn't already. You shiver as the water continues to pour down, making your hair and clothes stick to your body like a wet tooka as it positively soaks you to the bone--you don't even know why you're here, if you're being honest with yourself.

Finally, the door opens. There stands Luke, your reluctant teacher, the man who's been avoiding your friendship for all this time, looking upon you with annoyance and confusion.

"Why are you here?" is all he says, eyes flicking across your wet form. You scratch the back of your neck self-consciously.

"I... I needed you," is all you manage to say in response.

"For what reason?"

"I don't know." You look down at your feet guiltily. "Something in the Force is telling me to be here."

He scoffs, clearly not believing you, but shakes his head and beckons you over. "Well, come in before you get sick," he grumbles, and you follow him inside as the door shuts behind you.

His hut is simple, not far from what you'd expect the living space of an old Jedi hermit to look like. Old sacred texts are scattered about, and so are his robes; he's currently dressed in simple nightclothes, ones that you briefly find yourself staring at.

No, no, you shouldn't look at him like that--especially not when he's standing right in front of you. But you could've sworn earlier that he looked at you the same way when you stood outside his door, wet clothes clinging to your body... You didn't mean to, well, approach him like that. But here you are, standing in his room and shivering before him as water dripped from you onto the floor.

Seemingly reading your mind, Luke finally breaks the silence--"You know, you should probably change out of those clothes and warm up."

"And change into what?" you ask, cheeks starting to burn.

A quick flash of embarrassment crosses his face, but he quickly conceals it. "I, um... something. This," he says, tossing his cloak to you. "I'll turn around."

You keep your eyes on him as he turns around and awkwardly goes to sit on his bed... and you swear you see him take a pillow into his lap. Slowly, you start peeling off your wet clothes; it's quite the thrill, being this exposed near him, something you'd never anticipate you'd do. If you were in your right mind, you wouldn't--but you aren't, and here you are.

After stripping out of the last of your clothes, you wring your hair out a bit and drape Luke's cloak around your shivering, nude form. It's quite warm, made of thick bantha wool, and it smells like him, although you manage to fight the temptation to bury your face in it. He's right in front of you, anyway.

"I-I'm done," you manage to say.

"Please, tell me... why are you really here?" Luke responds, not even turning around to look at you. "You're welcome to stay until the storm dies down, but if you're here to torment me, don't."

You grab onto the ends of the cloak, keeping them secure to preserve your modesty as you move to sit next to him. Startled a bit by your boldness, he finally looks over at you, and there's something in his eyes you can't quite recognize.

You take a deep breath and exhale. "Look, I don't know why I'm here. I don't know why it's storming, and frankly, I don't know why I'm naked, but here we are. But I think we've both noticed how we can't exactly stay away from each other, no matter how hard we try--how hard you try. I'm not here to hurt you, Luke, I only came to Ahch-To to find you, to see that you're still alive. And now that I know you, I..."

In a move that nearly knocks you off his bed, Luke slowly reaches out with his flesh hand to brush a wet strand of hair out of your face. "I know."

By some strange string of fate, or perhaps by the will of the Force itself, you find your lips meeting his. His beard is rough, scratchy. You wouldn't have it any other way. His lips, apprehensive at first, move against yours rather sloppily, either out of desperation or out of inexperience--although you wouldn't fault him for either. It's not like you're particularly experienced, you never quite had the time, and you aren't opposed to the two of you learning together. The student becomes the master, the master becomes the student...

"Master," you breathe out, "please."

Luke's lips trail from your lips to your jaw, and then to your neck, pressing plenty of ticklish kisses in his wake. His hands move to gently grip the side of your face and back of your neck, careful not to mess with the cloak. Part of you wonders if he ever will, if he's willing to go that far, perhaps even in this sitting. A Jedi would show restraint; yet he is one no longer.

In what can only be interpreted as him sensing your thoughts, Luke stops his advances to look at you, lustful eyes now showing with worry. "Are... are you sure you want this?"

You grab his mechanical hand--you quite like the feeling of the flesh hand on your neck--and bring it to the fastener of the cloak, not undoing it, but letting him know it's an option. "More than anything."

Luke's change in demeanor from grumpy to surprisingly gentle is intoxicating, shocking you in the best way possible--you knew this side of him was still there, you just knew it, and you're so glad you finally have confirmation of it. Peering over, however, you try to get a glimpse of the other confirmation of his affection that you seek...

Just as Luke begins to fiddle with unfastening the cloak concealing your body from him, you slip your hand between the two of you, first to carefully grip his thigh as you lean in to kiss him again, moving your hand further and further until-

"Stop," he interjects, grabbing your hand.

"I-I'm sorry, Master, I-"

His gaze softens, guiltily. "No, it's not you. I'm not ready for that--not yet." Flesh hand reaches up to cradle your face. "I want this to be about you. I want to make up for how cruel I was."

You bring the hand to your lips, kissing the palm, silently accepting his proposal to apologize. The Luke you first met on that cliff all those months ago is near unrecognizable--never before would you have expected him to ever apologize to you, let alone be this communicative with you. Well, communicative by Luke standards. From what you’ve heard of his past reputation as a Jedi, all those stories and legends about his vast accomplishments, he had always been quiet, guarded, only now amplified by his guilt in exile. But he’s trying, that much is clear to you.

“Do you want me to continue?” Luke finally says, breaking the silence with a rare show of humor. Smiling and nodding into his palm, you give it one last kiss, relinquishing your control over it.

Hands return to the fastener, and you feel your heartbeat increase as you're finally hit with the realization that this is going to happen. You have no reservations about it, you've fantasized about sleeping with him for quite some time now, but you must admit the actuality is a bit frightening--and absolutely thrilling.

You want this. Luke does, too, if the totally unsubtle tent in his pants has anything to say about it. But something tells you he's just as nervous as you are--perhaps he's worried about being out of practice, or, if he had previously pursued the path of celibacy, he's worried about having no practice at all. Either way, you don't mind, truly. All you want is him.

Finally, in one swift motion, the fastener is undone. Letting out a shaky breath, Luke begins to pull the fabric of the cloak from your shoulders, ever so slowly, exposing inch by inch of your bare skin to him. As the fabric pools at your waist, you shiver at the feeling of the cool air hitting your slightly damp skin. He notices, instinctively reaching out his hand to touch you--the sudden contact and warmth makes you jump.

"Sorry," Luke whispers, unable to look anywhere besides your face.

"Don't be... please."

Now is his chance to ravish you with his eyes, finally gazing upon--and practically devouring--the beauty that has been hidden from him for far too long.

"Stars, you're... you're incredible."

You blush, both out of pride and bashfulness, as Luke's eyes continue to trace your figure. He stares at you for quite some time, not daring to touch you aside from the hand he has gently caressing the flesh of your waist. It isn't until you grab said hand and move it to the swell of your breast that he finally gets the nerve to actually feel you.

Fingers trace around the soft skin of your nipple, coaxing the little bud into a hardened peak as Luke pinches it ever so slightly. He squeezes your breast, firmly but not painfully, and before you can even register what is happening, his mouth is on you. Beard hair tickles your skin as he plants an open-mouthed kiss at the center of your chest. Kissing, licking, and sucking, he marks his journey through the valley of your breasts by leaving your skin raw and marked--claiming you as his own.

You let out a high-pitched gasp as Luke's lips attach to your nipple, alternating between sucking and flicking with his tongue before switching to do the same to the other. He does this multiple times, only stopping when he leaves them visibly puffy and swollen, with you shuddering and moaning softly at the loss of his touch. As he had worked on you, your hands had found their way into his hair, carding your fingers through and tugging at it softly--he nearly bit you in response, and given the effect on him, you swore he almost liked what you were doing more than you liked what he was doing. Almost.

Your hands move from Luke's hair to cradle his face. He looks up at you nervously, waiting for your reassurance or your approval, hoping he hasn't done anything to upset you.

In a moment of boldness, you say, "Oh, I like that... there's just another place I think I'd like it even more."

Icy blue eyes widening, he nods slowly, taking in a deep breath as he prepares to obey your command. Gently pushing you back, he lowers you onto his bed, laying your head on his pillow--and he pauses.

"Are you sure you want this?"

Your first instinct is to pout, but you don't. He's very likely entirely new to this, and nervous about the fact, so the least you can do is have some grace. Reaching out for his hand, gently ghosting your fingertips over his, you tell him, "I want this. I want you."

With nothing more than a silent nod, Luke finally lifts the remainder of the cloak off you and pulls your thighs apart. His breath hitches at the sight of you--so tight, so wet, glistening in anticipation for him. Him.

Reading his emotions--you're becoming a lot better at that under his tutelage--you smile at him coyly through your eyelashes. "It's for you, Master. All for you."

You flutter and clench at the way Luke breathes out, groaning slightly. After a moment of just staring at you, piercing blue eyes locked onto your beautiful, beautiful core, he ducks his head to get closer. Whatever nervousness he had before has almost completely melted away, starting with light kisses to the inside of your thighs as he pries you open even more. You squirm ever so slightly beneath his touch, one that starts out hesitant but grows more and more eager, the rough hair of his beard nearly rubbing the skin of your thighs raw.

Luke pulls away, just for a moment, his voice deep and gravely. "Let me take care of you."

You shudder at the feeling of his breath on you. But you aren't prepared for what follows--the feather-light poke of his wet tongue, slowly licking a preliminary stripe from hole to clit as he slicks you with a combination of your own wetness and his spit. You had wondered, dreamed when this day would come, and now that it's here, you find yourself melting so readily at his every move.

Noticing the effect he has on you, Luke tentatively wraps his arms around your thighs, pulling you closer to his face so he can taste you more deeply. The new angle has you situated to where you could very well begin grinding on his face, and you have no doubts that he'd let you. This is what he wants--to be needed, to please, to do something, anything right. To have you spread out so beautifully before him is a miracle of the Force itself. He'll do his best to prove he deserves it, as much as he thinks he doesn't.

Alternating between gently probing you with his tongue and languidly exploring the contours of your folds, Luke's lips finally make their way to your clit, where he gently begins sucking. For a man who most likely has no idea what he's doing--although he would never admit it--he sure seems like he does.

Your hand instinctively makes its way to his hair again, albeit this time with far more urgency. Arching your back into him, you pull unapologetically on his greying locks, eliciting a deep groan from him.

An idea enters your mind.

"You like this, Master?" you moan, maneuvering to look at him working between your legs. His eyes flick up to meet yours. "You like finally being useful to someone?"

Your words seem to ignite a fire within him. Without even giving you a moment to process what's happening, Luke's mouth leaves your clit--drawing out an absolutely pathetic mewl from you--and he pulls your legs around his waist, lifting your hips off the bed. Using the Force, he swiftly pins your hands above your head, leaving you fully exposed and at his mercy.

"You think I'm finally useful, huh?" Luke practically growls, "Who are you to judge?"

You can feel his hardened cock brush against your sensitive core from beneath his nightclothes, and, desperate for friction to satiate your hunger, you try to rock your hips against his. But he won't have it--holding your legs still, he keeps you in place with an iron grip.

"Before I show you how useful I can be, you must learn patience. Now be still."

Luke's stronger mechanical hand--still gloved, which only adds to the allure--keeps a hold on you as his flesh hand moves to free himself from the confines of his pants. After a brief moment of fumbling where you pretend not to notice, he manages to pull down his waistband, and out it springs.

And it's... a lot. A lot more than you expected. Where you were eager to take him before, desperately aching for him to be inside you, you can't help but feel a bit nervous. Still, you can't take your eyes off him--large, thick, nice and veiny with a pink tip...

"Is this alright?" Luke asks, his voice low and husky, already starting to slowly drag it across your folds. Your body jerks slightly when the tip bumps into your still-swollen clit, but he's too busy lubricating himself with your wetness to notice. "Well?"

"Y-yes... I need you, Master, please," you practically beg.

Smirking to himself, he finally grants your request. Aligning himself with your entrance, he ever so slowly presses in, eyes screwing shut in the process as a low grunt escapes his throat.

"Maker, you're tight..."

You throw your head back and whine at the stretch. Luke is so much--almost too much--filling you in a way you never thought was possible. It stings slightly at first, but it's such a delicious feeling, one you never want to go another day without.

After giving you a moment to adjust, Luke's eyes meet yours--gently questioning, but still clouded by his need for you--and you signal for him to start moving. Slowly drawing himself back out, he starts a steady pace of deep thrusts, although they're a bit shaky at first. Amidst your ecstasy, you forgot that this may very well be his first sexual encounter--something he's doing a very good job of hiding.

In truth, it doesn't bother you at all. Luke sure keeps you on your toes--the more the night progresses, the more you learn so many seemingly conflicting things about him... and the more you realize you never really knew him at all. Perhaps no one did. He can be stubborn, and gentle, and firm, and vulnerable, a million different things all wrapped into one. And, slowly and surely, you'll peel back those layers to reveal who he truly is.

In the meantime, what Luke does show you is just how pent up he is--he isn't even fully out of his clothes, and he's already fully erect and fucking you into his mattress. The noises are borderline obscene, both the creaking of his bed and the squelching of where your bodies meet, with him loudly sliding in and out of you. While he was rather slow at first, he's since picked up the pace, snapping his hips against yours with a bit more fervor. If you hadn't known any better, you'd say he's just about as virile and libidinous as a juvenile fathier.

You moan and write beneath Luke, your hands still pinned above your head by the Force. After all his talk about its sacred rules and how one must respect and fear it, you truly never expected him to utilize it in such a way--but, knowing your Master, you doubt he cares. He looks down at you with those heavy eyes, his gaze filled with emotions you can't quite describe or even begin to understand. He's quiet, oh so quiet--you can't exactly say the same about yourself--that if it weren't for his borderline frantic rutting, you might not have been sure of his enjoyment.

Catching on to your concern, Luke reaches down with his flesh hand to reassuringly stroke your skin, gently tracing from your thigh to your hip, across your stomach, and all the way to the swell of your breast. Your nipples are still puffy and sore from his relentless sucking and pinching, skin covered in the evidence of where his beard had scratched you. He feels a bit guilty, having marked you up so thoroughly like this, yet he also has a strange sense of pride at how you let him. If things go your way, you'll let him again and again and again--until your hunger is satisfied, which you're sure it never will be.

For as much as Luke is thoroughly attracted to you, however, he can feel his hunger start to reach its peak. Whether it be through the Force or your own pleasure, you can sense this, too, and it only serves to bring you into the early stages of orgasm as well.

"M-Master, I-," you whine, not even able to finish your thought as Luke brings his hand back up to rub your clit. He may be stubborn, and grumpy, but he is by no means selfish, especially not as a lover. Like with all things, he's determined to do this right. And he does--each thrust of his hips and tight circle rubbed by his thumb pushes you closer and closer, until finally you're pushed off that cliff and engulfed by the force of your orgasm. Twitching and spasming, legs shaking, you cry out as it overtakes your senses so spectacularly.

Luke watches you, completely in shock that he actually managed to do this--although you knew he would. Feeling you clench around him so deliciously is enough to motivate him to follow suit. Speeding up his pace one last time, positively hammering into you, he chases his own orgasm sloppily, desperately. Perhaps he hasn't had one in a long time, hasn't even had the desire to touch himself, so having you here to offer him some much needed relief truly is a godsend.

You're too blissed out and trembling in the aftershocks of your own orgasm to notice the way his hips stutter, finally stilling as he spills thick ropes of his seed inside you. In that moment, neither of you really care about the consequences--you don't think anything could happen, anyway--nor do you even really pause to contemplate them.

Luke stands before you, panting and slightly dazed, sweat making his hair stick to his forehead. Lowering your legs and pulling out--hot, white liquid spilling out of you as he does so--he adjusts his clothing and finally collapses beside you.

"That was, I..." you start, covering your face with your now-freed hands. "What are we now?"

Luke sighs. "We're something, I guess... something the Jedi of old wouldn't approve of." A glimpse at his old humor appears as he winks at you. "But they aren't here now, are they?"

You open your eyes to the sight of Luke asleep in your now shared bed. His hair is sprawled out on your pillow, long-lashed eyes still shut as he snores ever so lightly. The morning light bathes his sleeping face in a surprisingly lovely way, illuminating the soft, vulnerable side of an otherwise stoic and dignified Jedi master. His arm is still around you, mechanical hand resting at the small of your back--he still prefers to touch you intimately with his flesh hand, but by instinct, he'll use his cybernetic. You don't mind one bit, and he knows this. It brings him peace. Hence where he is now: entangled with you, beneath your covers, mind somewhere off in the realm of dreams.

"Oh, Skywalker..." you whisper, careful not to wake him. You can't tell whether you're talking to him, or really just talking to yourself. It isn't important. Taking a moment to pause, to think, you take a deep breath and say it--"...I love you."

Luke stirs, and you wince. Was it too soon? Is that not how he sees your relationship? He could wake up any minute and reject you and-

"Love you, too," he murmurs, not even opening his eyes, face still buried in his pillow.

Relief washes over you, but so does a strange new feeling... surprise? Excitement? Fear, even? No, no, it can't be anything bad... So you decide to accept it for what it is: something you can't explain, yet something that brings so much hope, so much meaning to your life. And, for the first time in a long time, you're happy--and he is, too.

#my fic #dilf luke friday #dilf!luke skywalker #luke skywalker x reader #luke skywalker smut #luke skywalker x fem!reader #luke skywalker x afab!reader #oops this kind of ran away from me. hence why it's so long lol #what is this trend involving me writing sequels smut when i initially hated the sequels... character development? #i can singlehandedly fix grumpy old man luke via *cough* alternative means #the ending is kinda ass but whatever lol

[forcemeanakin]

𝗙𝘂𝗰𝗸 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗯𝗼𝘆𝗳𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱 ('𝘀 𝗱𝗮𝗱) - 𝗣𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝟯

•WARNINGS: SMUT. Age gap !!! Infidelity kink !!! (you’ve been warned, so if you do not agree pls leave because I’ll delete any hateful comments about this) Actual cheating. Dirty talk, teasing and sex in a public space, voyeurism, praising kink, bit of degrading, handjob (m and f receiving), oral sex (f receiving). Mentions of an unhappy relationship/divorce/troubled marriage.

Pairing: dilf!Anakin Skywalker x female!reader.

Series Summary: Luke takes you home for Life’s Day. On the edge of giving up on you two, Skywalker manages to light up a fire inside of you again. Problem is… wrong Skywalker.

Part One - Part Two

Part Three Summary: How could Mr. Skywalker resist such a pretty little thing like yourself when you come into his workshop with dessert?

Word count: 4.1 K.

A/N: NOT PROOFREAD, english is my second language, so please be gentle. If there are any mistakes, pls let me know in private so I can correct them, thanks :) Also I have a serious issue between differentiating “in” and “on” situations, so bare with me lmao. 

Thank you so much for the comments in my last post! Your excitement makes me want to write even more :) seriously thank you! And I'm sorry if I forgot to tag someone, pls let me know if I missed you!

“You missed dessert.”

It took Anakin a second to realize that he wasn’t delusional, that your voice wasn’t a product of his imagination.

You were here, in his workshop. 

With actual pie.

“Shouldn't you be upstairs, Y/n? It 's pretty late.” Anakin spoke without disconnecting his attention from the welding happening in his project.

You delayed your response, walking towards him and placing the plate on the counter, sliding it to him. Elbows on the surface, you supported your head on your knuckles, widening your eyes in innocence in case he indulged in looking up. 

“I could ask that as well.” You got closer, taking a spot at his left side to admire the precision in which he was attaching cables. “Life Day's morning is tomorrow, we should be up pretty early. We’re also going skating.”

Anakin scrunched his face like he had forgotten about it and he was not eagerly expecting the trip.

“You can’t not go, it’s our last day here.” You murmured with a velvety voice, sending goosebumps through his spine. 

“I’ve seen that fucking lake enough for a lifetime. I’m sure I won’t miss much.” He stuck his tongue out, inching his head forward to appreciate his manual work better.

“You’ll miss me.”

Anakin, having everything on the line, was too careful not to slip and fall. Because of that, your grand gestures and obvious advances were deflected by him every single time. Except that one time he did indulge. That one time where you weren’t even trying and he, by his own doing, fell into temptation. Only when commands a situation, or when he thinks he is, he lets himself free fall into his instincts.

“I’ll miss you.” You added, playing with the little metal panel that seemed the right size to fit the droid part he was fixing. 

“I don’t think you miss me when you have Luke’s tongue down your throat.”

He bit the words, gripping the tool with more force in between his fingers, clearly upset. You hid a playful smirk.

“That’s when I miss you the most.” You whispered, grazing his ear shell with your lips, caressing the pull-up sleeve from his shirt.

He tensed at the ministration, blinking fast to return to his previous state of concentration, “To all of this, where’s your boyfriend? Doesn’t he have a promise to fulfill?”

Honestly, it was your fault for trusting Luke’s empty words. Again. But you were enjoying Anakin’s visible jealousy.

“Luke wanted to go straight to sleep… said he was stuffed from dinner. Not a lot of energy to do anything.” You briefly whined with a voice so low, Anakin could barely hear you with the noise of the machine.

So he stopped, pushing himself back onto his chair so he could look up to you without obstacles. His chair was set just a few inches lower to work better. Anakin’s eyes followed your figure from head to toe, casually lingering on the bit of skin that showed from the slit of your attire. Just like at the dinner table, he was struggling and was unsure that he would be able to escape harmlessly this time.

“I’m kind of jealous to be honest.” You mumbled, staring at the mess of parts, walking until you were in between him and the counter. Trapped in between his spreading legs, your chest was right on his eye line and you hadn’t changed your dress. “I wish I was stuffed as well.”

Gulping harshly, Anakin built up the strength to stare at your intense gaze, basically condemning himself. Because the minute he saw the hungry spark shining from them, he knew there wasn’t a single bone in him that would deny you if you asked for him again. 

His strong, yet shy hand, climbed up your leg like a moth to a flame until he was able to grasp the fat of your thigh. Feeling your softness against his palm had him on the edge of staining his pants. With a little pull from his part, it took you mere seconds to obey his silent command and sit on his lap. Anakin’s curious hand continued to brush your bare leg, rejoicing in the way your breath would accelerate when his hand went up and how you bit your lip whenever it came down. 

It also didn’t help that his other arm was wrapped around your waist, thumb miming the motion of his hand, but on your hip, trapping you in his embrace. Expectant of what would be his next move, you shyly waited for whenever he would peel his eyes from your slit and reciprocate the attention, this time on your face. 

On your lips. 

Like he was reading your mind, Anakin’s eyes slowly moved up your curves until he met your needy orbs, noses softly grazing each other at the proximity. Breath getting out of control at the shift of energy, warmth expanding all over your skin and clit throbbing in anticipation. You deviated your eyes momentarily to sneak a peek of the deliciously rich piece of pie laying on the table and he benefited from the newly acquired angle to caress your throat with his lips.

“Just a taste?” You murmured, looking at him through your eyelashes, intentionally inching closer to brush his lips with yours.

Was he going to do it? Take the next step?

Would he dare?

Would you dare?

Surpringsily, Anakin nodded swiftly, leaning into the intoxicating pull of your mouth. “Just a taste.”

Anakin’s lips tasted so much better the second time around, it tasted like victory. And you made it a personal goal of yours to show him how grateful you were that he finally caved in. Wasting no time, in case he changed his mind, your hands found their home in Anakin’s curls, the silky feeling of them a new aphrodisiac to you and apparently to him, by the way he was growling at your clasp.

His sneaky tongue barely asked for permission when it was already intruding into your mouth, licking everything on its way. Giving up on trying to take the lead, you surrendered to his rough pace and enjoyed the delicious sensation of his warm, wet tongue against your lips. Anakin would take advantage of your dumb state and hanging mouth to suck however he pleased, smirking because the only thing your mind could process was imitate his dirty moves. Until he bit your bottom lip, making sure your brain wasn’t already melted before he could even start ruining you.  

When you pulled his hair, only because he had taken the party downstairs and was violently grabbing your ass, it was like you had awakened a beast. Out of nowhere, Anakin stood up, holding you by your thighs and placing you on the surface of his tool table. His shirt’s buttons were discarded early in the makeout session, granting you the space necessary to roam your palms all over his strong pecs and firm shoulder blades. And when you tried to wrap your legs around his waist, hinting right where you wanted him, he clasped his fists around your ankles, spreading you open without breaking the liplock. He was even more aggressive with the leverage his height gave him.

“Just a taste…” He grunted again, lifting up the skirt of your dress until it was tangled enough to give him a good view of your thong. He clicked his tongue at the sight of your spicy choice of underwear. “Almost like you had planned it all along.”

Shamelessly, so outrageously shameless, you drifted your legs further apart, making him snicker. 

“Well, did you?” He wandered, sliding your damped panties down your legs.

“I haven’t stopped thinking about you since yesterday.” You breathed out, shivering at the breeze fanning your burning core. “I’ve never wanted something so bad.” Urged eyes glued directly to Anakin’s groin. 

Anakin grinned a triumphant smile. That could’ve easily been a lie, but he doubted it. He recognized a brat when he saw one. Holding your foot like it was a delicate piece of glass, Anakin set the nibbling starting point right on your ankle and followed a beeline straight to your weeping cunt. His hot breath made you shiver in anticipation, whimpering to show off your desperation in case this would reach his sensible side.

“When was the last time you had an orgasm before me, baby? Without doing it yourself?” He breathed, roaming his hands up your legs, the contact so rough and intimate  at the same time.

You hated that question, it embarrassed you. 

“Mmm… Uhh-” You thought out loud, mind going blank as Anakin’s smooches went higher up. “F-four months?” You hissed.

“You’ve been dating Luke for three.” He did the math in his head. 

Oh.

Your face turning in shame had his eyes widening.

It would be a lie if Anakin said that he wasn’t mad at his son for dragging the Skywalker name in the mud. For keeping such a needy thing like yourself restricted from gratification. With how sexual you were, four months were an eternity. Nonetheless, Anakin was a fixer and you were his next project.

“Desperate little thing, aren’t you? This slutty pussy can’t wait to have something inside of it. Anything.” Anakin mocked you, testing your sanity as he delayed contact with your core by redirecting his foreplay into the inner side of your thighs.

“That’s not true.” You fought with a trembling voice, observing how Anakin got closer and closer to delivering exactly what you wanted. “I only want you, d-”

The forbidden word. You almost spilled it.

“-sir.” You corrected in time, catching Anakin’s mocking glint. “Only you, please.”

Anakin’s face twisted in pleasure when his finger dived inside you, giving him a warm welcome, impossibly slick. You hugged his pumping digit tightly, getting even wetter at this fascinated expression. Anakin hadn’t felt such a lubricated canal in so long, his head almost exploded at the million possibilities with such an easy pussy: His cock would slide right in, be suffocated by your clenching walls just like his finger was... 

That had him dropping on his knees, starting to eat you out like he was starved. Just like you predicted. Nose deep, no hesitation to blow your slobbering cunt with abandon, moaning right on your core when he had the very first taste of your flavor. So sweet. Just like he predicted.

“Oh- oh!” You whimpered at the first clean lick he gave you, quivering like a virgin because it had been too long since someone showed you love there. 

Anakin’s tongue had the knowledge and patience none of the guys your age had. Every motion was so passionately delivered, so intentional. No rush, no fast lapping to get you off quickly. Anakin knew exactly what would have you shaking with pleasure and wasn’t scared to spend his time getting to know every hidden, sticky spot. In fact, it seemed like he enjoyed taking his sweet time with his face buried in your exposed core. 

It was the hottest shit you’d ever seen.

You were riled up by the precise technique with which he knew exactly how to pleasure your opening, sucking on your lips like they were the meal and not a measly pit stop. But what had you speechless, just at a loss of words, was the way he didn’t hesitate to dip his face into your heat with fervor. As he planted open mouth kisses to your slit, face fully covered by your juices, he only pulled back to spit on top of your clit and play with the liquid slob on top of your bundle of nerves. 

No grimaces, no disgust faces, just utter fascination by your reactions and your pussy.

“Such a sweet thing.” Anakin whispered, flattening his tongue and lapping over your mound. “Careful, I might not let you leave.”

Please don’t. You replied inside your head.

Anakin’s sounds of approval and delight made this whole experience even more sinful. Something about the idea of him enjoying cheating on his wife touched a nerve inside of you, something so wild and dangerous: You had another woman’s man in between your legs and he was enjoying being of service to you. You arched your back at the naughty thought, something Anakin didn’t appreciate because it moved you from the angle he had specifically situated you on; he had already discovered the spot that had your toes curling.

The power rush combined with Anakin's attention to your clit had a knot forming on your abdomen. Supporting yourself on your elbows, you looked down at Anakin’s work, not wanting to miss the scenario in front of you, in case you climaxed earlier than anticipated. But what you saw only pushed you closer to said ending. Anakin was playing with your clit like a cat with a toy, giving rapid licks that had your head spinning, while staggering eager sucks onto your nub. Anakin’s lips enveloped your clit with such care, only to roughly slurped on it, only backing down until he heard you whining. Or moaning his name. Whichever came first. 

“Anakin-” You bravely attempted to cry his name, unsure of his reaction. 

Anakin took the opportunity to analyze your flustered image, his gaze inevitably drawn to your falling cleavage, given that he was pulling down on the fabric by shouldering your legs. He could see the top of your boobs spilling from your undergarments and he dreamed of the looks of them. How perky they would be, how firm and squeezable they must be. Fantasizing about your young tits had him rolling his hips against the wooden leg of the table.

If Anakin locking your legs around his shoulders to dig deeper into your cunt wasn’t enough to have you convulsing, his tongue breaching into you and maneuvering it like it was actually fucking you, did.

“Anakin, I’m close- Oh,” You could barely hold yourself, deciding to lean limp against the hard surface, waiting for Anakin to sweep you off your feet with an outstanding orgasm. 

“That’s right, you’re gonna come on my tongue. How does that feel?” Anakin pushed, squeezing your ass and bringing your core over to him to devour. Like the certified slut you were, you rocked your hips against his face, relishing on the massage his nose inflicted on your most sensitive part. “Fucking your boyfriend’s dad face. This has to be a world record.”

Anakin stared at you over your mound, drinking the heavenly sight of your face contorting in ecstasy by his doing. Such a pretty, young thing, so slick and wet… coming undone by his tongue. And his tongue only. 

“Such a slut… my slut.” He degraded you with darkened eyes, amazed at how those words only had you trembling harder. “Only wanting to come on my tongue, by my cock. Isn’t that right?”

You nodded, taking the little spaces he gave you in between words to fight off the pending peak; you didn’t want this to be over. You needed more from him, you needed everything. 

“Y-yes!” You closed your eyes, preparing yourself for the familiar wave of satisfaction. 

“Yes, what?” Anakin teased.

Would you dare?

“Yes, daddy!” You screamed when your climax toppled you over. 

Anakin had the minimal kindness of not rubbing your choice of words on your face as you came over his fingers, dripping not only on his hand, but his table. This climax in particular had you weak; the aftershocks prolonged for more than you were used to and legs trembled as if you had just worked out. It could have been because you hadn’t had one in so long, or maybe because of his skillful tongue. Probably a combination of both. But truth be told, it was the best orgasm of your life. 

Even with dizzy eyes you could spot the bulge twitching inside his fitted pants. He had promised you just a little taste, but it was so unfair to leave him like that. Right?

Right?

Boosting yourself up, you directed your hand straight to his waistband, actively searching to fish his cock. 

“What are you doing?” Anakin questioned but did little to no effort to stop your wandering touch. 

You didn’t give an answer, instead lips pouted with a fixed stare, you let your actions speak for you. After unbuckling his belt, you loosened his pants, being faced with the opportunity of a lifetime. Anakin sucked his breath in when he saw your nails dipping under the elastic of his underwear, shaky exhales at the expectation of contact. You were unaware of it, you wouldn’t even believe it, but it had been a while for him too. Besides his own hand, he hadn’t known the touch of someone else in so long and Padmé didn’t even do the trick by now. 

So when Anakin saw your widened eyes as you scope up his erection from its confinements, he felt the same rush he used to savor with other conquests whenever Padmé and he were on a on-and-off break. But this was better, so much more electric. Your surprised gasp at his big cock elevated his ego to new highs. It just confirmed what he already knew: that you’ve dealing with stupid boys, when you deserved a real man. 

And Anakin was exactly that. 

His eagerness pushed you to envelope your hand around his shaft with more confidence, your fingers struggling to meet around it because of the delicious girth. Anakin let go as soon as he felt you tugging his length, crumbling on your shoulder, barely supporting himself on the edge of the table at each side of your hips. Being the big man he was, you didn’t expect Anakin to be so vocal during sex, but fuck were you wrong. Whimpers started to spill from his lips, landing right on your ear. It was the most exquisite sound you’ve heard. 

It was just so hot to have him completely surrender to you, to the will of your hand. Gladly, you pumped harder and faster, expecting to hear more of his inviting sounds. Having the upper hand encouraged you to try and lead the situation, turning his head by his chin with two fingers, sucking in his bottom lip as a first move before properly kissing him. Jacking him off while he still had his pants on, had you squeezing your thighs, the sight turning on a switch for you.

He followed your initiative and dipped his very own fingers to take care of you again. He would do it as many times as you needed, just for his own amusement. Closing his eyes, he sighed in content when his digits were fully installed inside of your warm walls. 

“That’s it, that’s the stuff.” He smiled into the words, making you cry even louder at the intrusion. He couldn’t stop praising you, he was too fascinated by you. “Always so wet for me. Fuck, yes. So wet and slick, ready to let me in. I adore this young pussy.”

You sobbed at the last words he pronounced, Anakin cracking a wicked grin. He was mesmerized by how unfiltered and vulgar your dark side turned out to be. Finally a worthy opponent.

Anakin and you worked on each other until you were both grazing the edge: sloppily kissing, moaning on each other's mouths and exchanging the same air by just how close you were. The scene replicated the rush and eagerness of a young couple who couldn’t keep their hands off each other’s pants. It was so intimate, yet distant at the same time.

Because he wasn’t technically fucking you his conscience weighted a bit less. Using that logic, Anakin found comfort that, as long as you two kept your shenanigans at hand stuff, there was no reason why he should be called a cheater. It was two people exchanging favors.

It was him shaking you off his system.

“A-Anakin, you make me feel so good. Please.” You squealed when he circled around your clit with his thumb as his thick fingers worked in and out of you. 

“Next time you touch yourself, you’ll think of these fingers, you’ll think of me.” Anakin grunted, flicking your nub without care. He relished on the little scream you let out.

Anakin felt the exciting clench when he inserted his third finger in, your contorted face tattling you anyway. That was good news, because he was close too. It was hard for him not to when you were looking like sin itself with your dress discarded at waist level, cheeks flushed and mouth hung open, begging to be fucked by his tongue. 

Anakin wanted to grip you, rip you apart, crush you under the weight of his desire. He needed to have all of you in order to move on, so the next half of his life was spent dreaming about the feeling of you, as an alternative of a lifetime simply wandering. And as much as he wanted to extend this moment forever, your constant spasms were threat enough to let him know release was right around the corner.

Gushing on him again, you felt your body going limp. Smiling to the ceiling, you thought about how Anakin had ended your miserable drought with two winning orgasms. It was so intense, you were actually ashamed of how many unholy sounds you squealed but it didn’t make sense why a simple hand job would feel so good.

Flipping onto your stomach at the speed light, Anakin needily pulled up the bottom of the dress until your ass was bare and exposed for him to fondle as he pleased, panting frantically. You didn’t even felt ashamed when he split you open; you offered yourself to him even more and he fucking loved it.

He fucking loved how shameless you were, how excited for his attention you got. A breath of fresh air, that was you. 

But right when Anakin was about to give into his darkest desires, right about to cross the line between wrong and utterly wrong, gripping the edges of the table while trembling as his cock sat an inch away from your entrance…

Just one little push and he would taste heaven.

Just one little thrust and he would know glory in the purest form. 

The debate raged inside of him, a bead of sweat falling from his temple. He was only torn away from his mental debate when your impatient orbs peep from over your shoulder. 

“Please.” You whined, shaking your ass to entice him. “P-please do it, daddy. I’m begging, I really am.” 

Knees weak, Anakin was about to cave.

Just one swing of his hips. Just one tiny buck-

Another whine came out of you, but a disappointing one, this time provoked by Anakin jacking himself off until he was covering your heart-shaped cheeks with the viscous liquid you desperately wanted to swallow. Holding your jaw so you would make eye contact with him, Anakin put two cum-covered fingers in front of you, almost spurting a second time when your eyes rolled at the back of your head at the taste. His jizz was as good as dessert, for fuck’s sake.

But things come to an end.

“This can’t ever be known.” Anakin finally picked himself up from behind you, buttoning his pants as he shook his head, clearing his throat. It felt like he was talking to himself,  “This- uhm, this never happened. Never happened...”

“But it did. And I liked it.” Not fixing your dress so he would be greeted by your perky nipples, you turned to face him. “In fact, I loved it. I kinda want more.” You tilted your head, eyeing his groin without a filter. “Don’t you want more, daddy?” You had found a weak link and Anakin was making absolutely no effort to hide the effects of the word on him. 

Of course he wanted more. He wanted everything. Especially when you were staring at him with those eyes, and that hair, and those tits- God, those firm, perky tits were getting to him.

The phone he had installed for inner communication inside the house rang. It was Padmé calling him to sleep, the noise from his workshop disturbing her dreams. A nerve-wracking feeling took over you as soon as the phone call ended, you evidently awaiting for his next statement. 

He would either stay or leave. As simply as that. 

In or out?

When Anakin took one bite of the pie as he fixed his eyes on you, you smirked as a mirror of his own smile. 

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[rubixcubi]

Oh shit I never posted this here😨

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[noramsblog]

Jedi school activities

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[pomplalamoose]

wet dreams (nsfw)

✨Dilf!Luke - modern day AU✨

cw: nsfw, absolutely shameless smut, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, rough sex, manhandling minors dni!!!

A/N: this post is based on this request made by the lovely @goddessesofeverything 🩵 I really hope it turned out to your likinggg!

• has he imagined lovely, innocent you naked in his bed before?

• oh of course he has

• Luke certainly is no stranger to coming up with rather exciting thoughts to pass the time throughout the day

• but since meeting you, his child's friend, explicit dreams have begun to haunt him at night, growing more and more frequent and intense in a way that nearly borders on the obsessive 

• at first it surprises, then even frightens him

• it makes him question his sanity whenever he startles awake

• and then, when the lust filled haze slowly subsides, the dawning realization what he'd do to you if only you'd let him, weighs him down heavily 

• but he can't help it, can't make the dreams stay away

• and truthfully he doesn't want them to

• not when, at least for a few hours at a time, they make him feel so very good

• not when you allow him to do everything he could ever fantasize about 

• he wants to fuck you so badly, so desperately, all reason simply flies out of the window 

• similarly he has no idea how far your experiences go but doesn't care either; a sweet little thing made to be loved by him and him alone is all he sees 

• his to order around 

• his to be in control of 

• only waiting for your permission to finally, finally have his way with you

• he'll take good care of you

• never will you ever need anyone else but him 

• his dreams always start the same

• often he finds himself seated in his car with you beside him, though the surrounding scene is never that important 

• all he sees is you

• big eyed and blushing, you look up at him through your long lashes in amazement

• it nearly hurts how much you adore him

• you speak words he cannot hear over the thrumming of his heart but he doesn't need to in order to know what you're asking

• to know that you're begging him to fuck you 

• there's not a single universe in which he'd ever deny you

• not during the day and not at night

• not when you're so good, so willing to be his 

• you always are, especially in his dreams 

• and he'll fullfill your wish, oh he will, but not before making you repeat yourself over and over again 

• he needs to hear you tell him how handsome he his, how strong and capable 

• he needs to hear you whine about how badly you want, NEED him and only him 

• and with his cock painfully straining against the confinement of his pants, it becomes near impossible to keep up his stern facade when you put your hand on his arm, move it along his thigh

• when you scooch closer and breathe a shy kiss to his lower jaw 

• but not yet, not yet, he tells himself 

• he's waiting for that one short sentence, even when he thinks he can't do it anymore, even when he's so close to loosing the grasp on himself

• he just cant-, he won't- 

• and it will be worth it, make it all the more delicious 

• he needs you to say it, needs to hear it, before-

• "Pleaseeee, Mr. Skywalker"

• a moan escapes him and finally he allows himself to let go

• when he turns to you, you're naked

• and he wants you, he wants you, he wants you

• it is then, that his dream usually starts to branch out

• there's so much he wishes to do and his subconscious dutifully delivers one possibility after the other, depending on the mood he went to sleep with 

• some nights he wants your mouth on him, pushing back his seat to give you better access

• and with a hand tangled in your soft hair he tells you to be good and to take his cock as far as you can

• he wants you to gag on him, for tears to spring to your eyes and for your drool to run down his shaft and your chin while he admires your  body, how beautifully it sprawls over the car's console and his lap

• how it writhes and shakes with your effort 

• how tightly your thighs press together in reaction to the praise he showers you with 

• some nights he likes to release his cum deep down your throat, making you choke 

• on others he prefers for it to paint your lips, to drip down your pretty face, so he can take great care to clean it before indulging in you further 

• does you poor little throat hurt? 

• he's going to make up for it, don't you worry 

• sometimes, instead of demanding oral pleasure, he craves to taste you 

• go on, spread your thighs for him

• and of course you obey

• leaning back in your seat so he can dip his fingers inside of you, you look at him like he puts the stars in the sky

• he grows lightheaded at your reaction as he gently rubs your clit in slow circles, could watch you for an eternity 

• he can't get enough of your gasping and whimpering as he begins to pump his fingers in and out of you faster 

• your climax is near, he can feel it in the way you squeeze around him uncontrollably and that's when he pulls away

• he makes you watch as he cleans you off his hand with slow, meticulous strokes of his tongue, before shoving your back against the door so he can eat you out like his life depends on it 

• then, sometimes, he's letting you ride him in his car

• it's so easy to pull you on to his lap, making you take inch after inch until you're finally fully seated on his thick cock

• the space is limited, he can't thrust into you as deep and with as much fervor as he would like to but it's okay he can do that later still

• it's okay because you need the time to grow used to his size 

• so he takes it slow, lets you set the pace, despite the relentless roaring in his head, despite the desperate need to cum again

• despite the wet spot your arousal left on the passenger seat that turns him on even more 

• deeply he buries both of his hands in your hair and tugs hard 

• and as your back arches, revealing your long neck, your breasts pressing into him, the sight is nearly enough to make him orgasm right there and then

• and not long after he does with loud grunts and groans because in his dreams he can allow himself to be desperate

• he lets you fall forward onto his chest, roughly kneading your ass cheeks as both of you come down from your high

• though no matter how realistic it feels and how much heart he puts into it, it's only just a dream of his 

• and like every time he suddenly finds himself wondering why he's still so achingly hard as if he didn't fill you with his realease only a minute ago 

• as if he couldn't feel it leaking out of you right this moment 

• he never knows but he'll wake up soon

• and like the beginning, every one of his dreams ends the same 

• with you in his bed, your legs spread wide and him on top, your sweat slicked faces pressed against each other, he buries himself balls deep in you again and again, relentlessly fucking himself into a frenzy

• it's intoxication, it's euphoria, he's drunk on it

• and still it's not enough 

• he needs more, more, more 

• so straightening up he angles himself in a way that enables him to thrust even deeper, harder, faster 

• with every single snap of his hips his moans rise in volume until he can only hear himself and the wet slaps of skin on skin 

• his eyes roll back into his head, mouth hanging open as he breathes heavily with the exertion of tirelessly chasing his orgasm

• his while body is shaking with excitement

• he won't stop until he's done, couldn't stop if he wanted to

• wrap your legs around his hips, cling to him

• his head lolls back and he has to grasp the headboard 

• so close, he's so...close 

• like so often his own loud sounds of pleasure startle him awake and caught somewhere between the land of dreams and dull reality his orgasm catches up to him 

• it hits him in waves as his hips greedily roll and grind against the sticky sheets and pillows between his legs 

• the shame and regret will hit him hard, he knows, but still riding the aftershocks of his release, as he's trying to hold on to the quickly disappearing shreds of his dream, he doesn't care 

• during those first few seconds he never does

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[sonofthedunes]

Carrie Fisher, Rian Johnson and Mark Hamill on the set of The Last Jedi.

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[bitchin-ass-pants]

You know, I stayed up all night long, went to bed at 6:30 am this morning because I reached a stopping point in my work and I spent three hours writing an off the head self servung random oc piece that I doubt I will post. I’m in awe and amazed how y’all do it. I’m so scared someone is just going to be like, “ABSOLUTELY HOT GARBAGE. 0/10 HOW STUPID”

Then there’s another part of me that screams “SO WHAT? WHO GIVES A SHIT? DO IT (insert emperor palpatine here) TAKE THE LEAP”

I don’t have a beta reader either, so if you’re interested please don’t be afraid to ask. Not to mention this particular fandom is 52 years old and I’m not sure exactly how many people would even read it to begin with.

If you iu come across this and have any advice, I’d love to hear it.

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[officialfoxsquadron]

this rough magic / i here abjure

nearly 2.6k words | my ao3

rating: mature

cw: depression, suicidal ideation

summary: Luke Skywalker cuts himself off from the Force.

His eyes are closed as he submerges his X-Wing below the water. It will be the last great display of Luke Skywalker’s Force ability, and he will not see it. He can sense it, feel the water filling the ship’s lungs and choking its engines. 

Better this way, he reckons. His X-Wing is a relic of a younger time, a younger man. It ferried him across the stars, survived countless scrapes with TIE fighters.

The galaxy has fallen apart, and a new generation will be sitting in the cockpits of X-Wings, watching as friends and comrades die, laughing as they narrowly escape death themselves. Poe Dameron, who Luke had once held in his arms on Echo Base, a tiny, red thing with jet-black hair, was apparently leading a squadron himself.

He felt like vomiting.

He opened his eyes. There it was, the drowned corpse of his ship. Even from this height, he could still see the slot where mechanics used to lower in Artoo. He closed his eyes again, took a deep breath.

Artoo. The droid would forgive Luke. Eventually. He had left Artoo with part of a map, some half-crazed fantasy that the galaxy may still have need of him. The fantasy had left him as he navigated alone to Ahch-To.

He was not a young man, as his body so often reminded him. In all his travels, he had not yet found a Force ability that could fully stop the slow, methodical march of time. Once, he could have made the long journey with ease, and still find energy to spare. Once, the thought of flying into the Unknown Regions, to the first Jedi temple, a place he had only visited in visions, would have thrilled him.

There was only one thing left to do now. Cut himself off from the Force, and wait for death to finally claim him. It would take constant effort to maintain. Ahch-To was a place teeming with the Force, an isle of strange music and strange creatures. The planet had twin suns-an irony he may have laughed at once. He found no joy in it now. The planet was too far away from its suns for any dry heat or sandy dunes, things that could have offered him some nostalgic comfort. Rather, it was a wet planet. Cold, and wet, with salt sprays and mossy, craggy rocks. The kind of weather that chilled your very bones, that offered you no escape from its dreariness.

He sat on a rocky outcropping, watching the little birds as they squawked closer to his X-Wing, curiosity overtaking their fear. The Lanai, the nuns who had been guarding this place for millenia, hardly took notice of his presence. They seemed to know his intentions, and left him to it.

Hmph. Better for it , he thought. He wondered how long the creatures lived. Time worked differently here. It was a place that had aged thousands of years, and yet not at all, where one could live thirty lifetimes in a day, where one could remain the same until the end of time. There was one person, maybe, who could have figured out how it really worked, how the island’s clock ticked, who could sync themselves to its beating heart. But she was long gone.

He took a bite of his ration bar, one of his last. Food seemed ample enough, thankfully. Not like the marshes of Dagobah, where he learned to be grateful for slimy frog stew. He didn’t mind fish. He could survive on fish.

He finished the bar, set it aside, and closed his eyes, steadied himself.

Yes, this work would take constant maintenance. Truthfully, though, the act itself would be the easiest thing in the world.

“Don’t do this.”

He opened his eyes. A noise escaped his throat, part laughter, part groan. “Go away.”

“Son.”

What a sight they must make. His father always appeared to him as younger. Not the old man he had died as, bitter and sad, but during the Clone Wars; young, handsome. He understood why. He doesn’t want to remember Darth Vader either. He wondered if the Lanai could see the twenty-something war hero lecturing his son, a man now in his forties. 

“Father, please. I’m not changing my mind.”

Luke had forgiven his father, yes. He would always fight for his goodness, yes. But it was in moments like these he wished desperately to speak to his mother, to be comforted by her. He had always respected his father. He even liked his father, sometimes. But he did not want to hear Anakin Skywalker’s thoughts on this matter.

“Then at least let me spend these last few moments with my son.”

Luke blinked. His father’s face may never have aged, but his eyes had. He looked tired, like he had on the Death Star.

They shared that, at least.

Anakin sat next to him. Luke glanced again at his submerged X-Wing.

He left Artoo behind. Artoo, who was the only one left who had known his father during the Clone Wars. Who would recognize the ghost seated next to him.

“This is drastic, Luke,” Anakin said, after a moment. “Cutting yourself off from the Force-”

“I see no other way forward.” This was not something he took lightly. It had come to him during meditation. He had plenty of time on the long flight from Ossus, and even before he was Luke Skywalker, Jedi Master, legend , he found the vast expanses of hyperspace comforting. It was easy to ruminate on the universe when the stars streaked around you.

The names of his dead students beat against his heart, dark and foreboding.

Hennix. Tai. Voe. Each syllable a bass drum, each name another failure.

“Do you know their names? The children from the Temple?” He did not need to specify which ones. 

Anakin nodded. “There was one. Reva. She came after you when you were a child. Otherwise, no. I can’t remember their names. Only their faces.”

He saw his student’s faces too, bloody, half-charred, smoking. And the smell. Yes, he had warned his students against violence; had told them their lightsabers were only to be used in self-defense. Truthfully, his warnings were a desperate plea. He had hoped they would never have to smell it, the smoking, putrid, sickly-sweet smell of burning flesh. It was the smell of Uncle Owen and Aunt Beru, burning on Tatooine. It was the smell of his right hand being ripped from his body, seconds away from when his father first revealed his true self. It was the smell of his father’s corpse, burning as the rest of the galaxy celebrated. Now, it was the smell of his greatest failure. 

Ben had accompanied him on enough adventures to know his weaknesses. When he called down the lightning storm, it triggered that rising feeling in his belly, a dreadful familiarity. He could do nothing but submit to the pounding in his head as his body convulsed involuntarily, as his legs gave way and he fell to the ground. His nephew’s lip curled in victory, and Ben started down his dark path.

When his seizure broke, he was greeted by that smell, the sight of ash and smoke, his life’s work razed to the ground, and the burning corpses of children, the only children he ever had. Rage narrowed his vision, and all he could think of was driving a lightsaber through his nephew’s heart.

His nephew. Leia’s son. That was who he wanted to kill.

He thought of her as he studied his father’s face. Leia, his sister, Anakin’s daughter, who he had tortured mercilessly, never sensing the shared blood between them. He couldn’t see his daughter, but he could commit genocide in her name.

He was disgusted. He was angry. He was confused, in a way he hadn’t been for a long time. He felt half a child again, wondering why tears pricked at his aunt’s eyes when she spoke of his mother, or why his uncle grumbled with distaste at his father’s name.

Of course his father appeared to him now. His anger was his father’s anger. And his father had a way of opening old wounds, of cutting through scar tissue. No wonder Leia never forgave him. Even now, he was a hard man to forgive.

There was only one way forward.

He had to make it stop. He couldn’t trust himself anymore. His mind wasn’t what it was.

Not for the first time, he envied the dead. His father did not have to endure a human body any longer. 

“Did you ever speak to Ben?”

“You know I didn’t.” Anakin rarely appeared to anyone besides Luke. His father paused. Then-

“Do you think it would have changed things?”

“I don’t know. Maybe. It seems he idolized Darth Vader. And I missed it.”

“It’s not your fault,” Anakin insisted.

“My seizures have been getting worse.” Easier to speak facts, rather than stories. “I tried to contain his darkness. I thought I could. It wasn’t enough.”

“It was enough for me.”

“And it wasn’t for him.”

“You place too much on yourself.”

“Because too much has been expected of me!” Luke’s voice thundered against the rocks. “Luke Skywalker, the great Jedi Master. Your son.” He hissed out the word, the great burden of his life. “Truthfully, Father, what would you do? If it was your apprentice?” He barked out a laugh. I wish Ben was here. How many times would he think that same sentence in his life?

“I don’t know,” Anakin answered honestly.

“Of course not.” He held his head in his hands, felt tears well in his eyes, more from frustration than anything. “I am glad you’re here, Father. But you will not sway me from this path.”

His father blinked, nodded. “I am proud of you. Both of you.”

“Thanks,” Luke grumbled half-heartedly. He felt too old and too young all at once.

What was there left to say to his father? It had been twenty years since he last saw him in life, and they had plenty of time to speak to one another. He had yelled at his father, raged at him for all of the hurt he caused. He cried to his father, about the ones he had lost.

What a curse our blood is . He could call down the heavens, commune with a thousand generations of Jedi masters, but he couldn’t speak to the ones he needed most. His mother, his aunt, his uncle, his wife, they were all lost to him, sand slipping through his fingers.

Feelings came in flashes-guilt, anger, sadness-but they left just as quickly. He struck his nephew down, but he couldn’t kill him. Not because he didn’t want to. Because when he saw Ben Solo trembling beneath him, bleeding, clutching to his weapon, he didn’t feel anything at all.

He walked away from his nephew and his band of fanatics, leaving them to their smoking wasteland. He left behind the droid who had been his closest friend. He left behind his twin, the woman he shared a womb with. He left behind Han, his brother.

He looked at his father, who was gazing out across the sea, at the twin suns setting. He understood why, as Darth Vader, his father wore a mask. Like his son, he had never perfected the ability of hiding his emotions. His father wasn’t Obi-Wan, the great diplomat, as comfortable in a seedy bar as a grand stateroom. And he certainly wasn’t Padmé Amidala. He had never seen a picture of his mother where her smile reached her eyes. All that was left of her was stiff formality.

A ghost with tears in his eyes was a strange thing.

“I always loved the water,” Anakin said. His voice sounded like an old man’s, rickety, weary. “It seemed so inviting.”

He knew his father was thinking of Varykino Villa, where he and his mother had married. He had been there himself-like his father, he visited Varykino as a young man, idealistic and in love. When he and Lottie were smuggled into Naboo, intent on liberating the planet, they landed on Varykino’s secluded shores. They were greeted with a palace in disrepair, a haunted house masquerading as an insurgent base. He too, had spent long hours gazing at the water, dreaming of a life he could have lived without war.

Luke followed his father’s eyes. The suns had finished their journey below the horizon, and Ahch-To’s waters had turned black and blue.

How easy would it be, to slip into the blackness, dash his head against the rocks, let his mighty Skywalker blood mingle with the water, return to the primordial place where his father was conceived. Perhaps he could be young again, like his father. Perhaps he could see his wife again. Perhaps he could meet his mother.

“It’s time,” Luke said, voice clear despite the howling wind. “Goodbye, Father.”

“Goodbye, son.” His father’s eyes met his. Tears fell down Luke’s cheeks.

Luke closed his eyes.

This will be the hardest part, he lied. After this, things will be easier.

He saw stars whizzing before him, lines of spacetime burning blue against the darkness. His physical body dissolved, and he was nothing and everything all at once. A golden cord of light unspooled from his core. It wove itself into the very fabric of the galaxy, light and darkness in equal measure.

He reached out. The island roared, a great and terrible sound. Images flashed before him, too many to count, too many lives, too many memories. Rocks began to tumble off of the cliff. His father’s apparition is nothing more than another star blowing past.

Luke Skywalker inhaled creation and exhaled destruction. Stars and golden light and terrible darkness danced around him. He touched the part of the cord attached to himself.

For one last moment, he allowed himself to feel.

A young student smiles as the rock next to them begins to lift. Luke looks on in pride. His nephew looks on in envy, unable to lift his own.

There aren’t enough painkillers on Echo Base. When Shara Bey gives birth, Luke can hear her screams from the hangar bay. When Poe Dameron enters the galaxy, crying as passionately as his mother, an entire army sighs in relief.

The cords of light shook, as if plucked, the strings of a harp. He watches his wife’s skirts twirl around her as she dances to the music of the universe, a tune which only she seems to hear. They are on a planet called Ossus. She is nineteen. He is twenty. Time slows. It speeds up. It stays the same. It does not matter. Lottie hikes up her skirts, and begins to run towards the house, her beaming, lopsided smile sharp and comforting as moonlight. They are half-wild here, letting their hair grow long and their touches linger. They have never been happier.

A wizard drops off a boy in the desert. The man and woman promise to love him, and they will. The wizard nods. For the first time since Polis Massa, Luke’s cries soften when Beru holds him. He knows he is safe.

The Jedi have ripped a family apart, but what choice did they have?

They could only make the best of what they were given.

“Luke.” Leia’s voice was raspy, tired.

“Leia,” he said, breath trembling. “I’m sorry.” You deserve better. Better than all of this.

He reached for the weapon at his belt, ignited its green flame. He grasped hold of the cord, and cut.

#my writing #luke skywalker fanfiction #luke skywalker one-shot #happy dilf!luke friday everyone. here is my gloomy sad contribution #eowyn speaks #luke skywalker

[positivityjediprince]

Force Ghost Anakin watching Luke sleep with a long line of older (mostly moustached) men: "....yeah this is my fault"

#then luke marries a literal dilf #he has daddy issues and thats valid but anakin is suffering cause he has to literally see it unfold now #i had this in my drafts and was like ....truth #luke skywalker #anakin skywalker #dinluke #din djarin #and more lmaooo #so dumb im sorry

[se-agapo-skywalker]

Metanoia

CW: unprotected sex, age gap (dilf!Luke), oral sex (f receiving), penetrative sex (p in v)

WC: 660

Hands grip lightning-scarred shoulders and tangle in greying hair. Above you, Luke moves slowly and rhythmically, languidly rolling his hips into you at a pace that draws you out to the edge of longing.

You don't mind one bit. Sure, he may not have the speed or stamina of a younger man, but he's devoted to your pleasure with so much patience, so much maturity, a relic of his past status as a Jedi.

"Fuck... that's it," Luke groans into your shoulder, beard tickling the skin of your neck. Earlier, when he had gone down on you, the scratchiness of it rubbed the insides of your thighs raw as his tongue danced wickedly through your folds, lips sucking your clit like his life depended on it.

Perhaps it did--after all, you're the first, if not the only, person he's allowed himself to become close to since his exile. Beneath the stoicism, and the grumpiness, you've found the softness and gentleness he's hidden away for all those years, even if he won't admit it. He doesn't need to.

You wrap your legs around Luke's waist and tighten your grip in his hair, eliciting a grunt from him as you tug it slightly. Rolling your hips with his, feeling his cock drag against your walls so deliciously, you let out a breathy moan into his ear. He doesn't respond--at least not vocally--but you know it means the galaxy to him. Every little sound you make, every time you gasp or cry out in pleasure, knowing that it's because of him makes him feel, well... like he has a chance. Like he can still do something right.

And if that something is making love to a beautiful woman, he'll take it.

Nuzzling your face into his cheek, you beckon Luke to turn to face you. He does, reluctantly, icy blue eyes meeting yours. While he's more than willing to take you to bed, he's still unaccustomed to this intimacy and the vulnerability that comes with it.

"You alright?"

You nod, smiling, slowly moving your hand from his hair to grab onto his beard. Before he can question or protest what you're doing--not that he would--you pull on it, gently, drawing his face towards yours. Lips meet, and he melts against you immediately. For the first time in years, he feels... safe. Home. Luke hasn't had one since the temple was destroyed, yet here you are, in his lonely little hut, making him feel human again.

Supporting himself with his mechanical arm, hand still gloved, his flesh hand reaches up to grab your breast. He squeezes firmly, yet tenderly. Of course, he isn't immune to the temptation of your form, he's made that very apparent over the course of your many liaisons together. He wants you, so, so desperately, and it frightens him. If he allows himself to truly be vulnerable with you...

Luke pulls away from the kiss to hide his face in your neck again. You're only permitted to see so much of him--never mind that both of your clothes are in a pile on the floor, and he's currently inside of you--and you know this, but you'll continue to wait for him, however long that may be.

The steadiness of his pace starts to pay off as you feel your climax slowly building within you, aching to consume you in all its fire and passion. Luke can feel you tightening around him, too, so he quickens his pace to help send you over the finish line. And he does--throwing your head back as your orgasm floods your senses, you gasp out his name like a prayer.

Thrusts grow sloppy as Luke's hips stutter, and soon enough, you can feel him spill inside of you. Claiming you as his own. Yes, he knows possession is against the Jedi Code... but to hell with all those rules. All that matters now is that you're here, with him, and neither of you are alone.

#luke skywalker x reader #luke skywalker x fem!reader #luke skywalker x afab!reader #luke skywalker smut #dilf!luke skywalker #dilf luke friday #but not on friday #you can't question me for writing this bc you're the one reading it #my fic

[forcemeanakin]

𝗙𝘂𝗰𝗸 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗯𝗼𝘆𝗳𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱 ('𝘀 𝗱𝗮𝗱) - 𝗣𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝟮

•WARNINGS: Semi-smut. Age gap !!! Infidelity kink !!! (you’ve been warned, so if you do not agree pls leave because I’ll delete any hateful comments about this). Dirty talk, teasing in a public space, voyeurism, make out session. Mentions of an unhappy relationship/divorce/troubled marriage. 

Pairing: dilf!Anakin Skywalker x female!reader.

Series Summary: Luke takes you home for Life’s Day. On the edge of giving up on you two, Skywalker manages to light up a fire inside of you again. Problem is… wrong Skywalker.

Part Two Summary: After your little moment with Mr. Skywalker last night, you’re determined to persuade your father-in-law into fucking you. Right on the dinner table with everyone else around. Including your boyfriend. 

Word count: 3.5K.

Link to Part One

A/N: NOT PROOFREAD, english is my second language, so please be gentle. If there are any mistakes, pls let me know in private so I can correct them, thanks :) Also I have a serious issue between differentiating “in” and “on” situations, so bare with me lmao. 

I’m super excited to announce that I’m very motivated to continue the journey of this pairing, so I’ll be turning FYBD into a series! :) but please be patient! I don’t usually deliver short fics, that’s why it takes me so long to post ! (also look at me trying to polish my themes, omg who am I?)

NEXT PART WILL BE PUBLISHED ON SATURDAY !!!! <3 Consider this as a Part 2.1. If you wanna be tag on it, leave me a comment below :)

“Alright, everyone gather at the table! Dinner 's ready!” Padmé yelled, placing the last set of plates while Leia dropped the center piece. 

“Sugar, you look like a million bucks.” Luke complimented your outfit while you finished up accessorizing, hiding your eye roll by clipping your earrings. 

Last night, you eventually made it to bed with him, feeling uneasy the rest of the night. You gave Luke your back, refusing to cuddle or respond to his arms wrapped around your waist. Tossing and turning, every time you shut down you dreamed about Anakin and his lustful orbs. And, unlike someone with common sense, you didn’t feel guilt from your forbidden target. No, it riled you up even more. 

Being spooned by your boyfriend while thinking about his dad. 

The naughtiness of it was a thrill you didn’t want to stop chasing.

“Is that dress new?” From the moment you woke up to this very instant, Luke hadn’t stopped apologizing and drowning you in compliments and demonstrations of affection.

Yet you still hadn’t responded to him with the same tenderness, prolonging your fight. The reality was that you had already forgotten all about the “slut” bomb, but staying angry at him somehow justified daydreaming about fucking Anakin. 

“Thank you.” You replied coldly, checking yourself one last time in the mirror, turning around to make sure the back side wasn’t wrinkled.

You had chosen the tight, long, black dress even before making it your personal mission to seduce your boyfriend’s dad. You were now thanking Y/n from the past for packing something so flattering and form fitting to this particular event. It’s not like you were out of place, everyone was dressing up as well. 

“Guys! I’m not calling you again!” Padmé rushed. 

“Y/n I don’t want us to keep fighting… Not this weekend, please?” Luke caught your attention by trapping your hands inside his palms. “I’ll do better. Be more adventurous for you…” He murmured, caressing your arms with tenderness. Arching an eyebrow at your cleavage, “Maybe make it up to you tonight?”

Disappointment settled in your chest at the prospect of not spending the night with Anakin.

“Sure.” You faked a smile. “I’d like that.”

“Great.” He kissed your cheek, missing your horrorized face. “Now, after you, m’lady.” He exaggerated a bow for you to walk in front of him.

You snorted, “You’re such a dork.”

Luke escorted you to the table, pulling your chair to sit right in the middle of him and the empty head of the table. Right in front of you was Padmé, with a gorgeous light blue gown and beside her was Leia, who was trying to sit down Han at the other head of the table.

“I don’t want to sit right in front of your dad!” He whispered-yelled, being harshly pushed by his girlfriend to sit his ass down. To be such a tiny person, she sure was strong.

“Try to bond!” She whispered back, fanning herself so the sweat wouldn’t ruin her makeup.

“I'll get food poisoning” He huffed, crossing his arms in a childish manner. “And he’ll puke in my face.” 

You couldn’t help but giggle, accepting Padmé’s offering of a glass of wine while observing Han’s pout.

“Easy for you to laugh, newbie.” He scoffed with his usual feistiness. “Could you please do something despicable so he hates you instead of me?”

Oh, you sure had done something to scare him off. 

After he practically ran away from you at full speed, you hadn’t seen him all day. Leia and Han adopted you the whole morning, taking you to pick up some stuff for dinner and showing you around the area. Luke joined in at lunch time, after dealing with a way-too-long call from his friend Din. And even when you came back to the house, Anakin was secluded in his little cave, his personal workshop, in the back of the house and hadn’t showed up at all. 

“Y/n, love that dress, you’ll have to lend it to me.” Leia complimented mid sip.

“Manners, Leia.” Padmé scolded her, head moving in disapproval as she set her napkin on her lap.

“You can borrow it whenever you want.” You winked at the short girl, earning a heartfelt smile. 

“It’s perfect for my funeral.” Han dramatically threw himself on the backrest.

“Han, I can’t think of something I could do that would make him dislike me more than you.” You joked, cracking a breadstick. 

Yes, you could.

“Maybe you could kick R2. At least that’s what Han did.” Luke snorted, Han’s head snapping to send daggers to the blonde. 

“I didn’t kick R2!” Han raised his voice while wincing. 

“Yeah, you did.” Leia murmured under her breath. 

“I accidentally fell on him!  How was I supposed to know that he was behind me?” Han freaked out, dramatizing the scenery. “Oh, who am I trying to convince? You already made up your mind about it.” He dismissed the potential debate, shooting the rest of his beer. 

“Han, you’re overreacting, he doesn’t hate you.” Padmé reassured him with a soft smile. “That much.” She said under her breath. 

“How bad could dad actually be?” Luke rolled his eyes, picking one of the entreés to stuff into his mouth in one bite.

You googled him while you were supposed to be showering: the “Hero with No Fear” had enough battles, manslaughtering and war crimes under his belt for Han’s panic to have grounds, your deep investigation showed.

“Ha! You haven’t endured his bullying for two years.” Han crossed his foot over his knee. 

“And counting.” The voice that had you clenching around nothing boomed through the air, his figure appearing just when Han was about to eat a piece of breadstick, immediately choking. “Good, now I don’t have to do it myself…” Anakin muttered under his breath.

Anakin’s eyes widened when he distinguished that the seat reserved for him was right by your side. His usual seat was always at the head of the table, but having you at arm's reach was exceptionally dangerous after the occurrences of last night. It felt like all his hard work of avoiding you all day was just thrown into the trash with a single sweep. He convinced himself that he had to push through dinner, eating faster than usual and quickly returning to his workshop and wait until everybody left the dining room, so he could safely seek refuge in his bedroom.

Nonetheless, faith had a different path for him. One of painful blue balls and heavy sweating. 

Why did you have to wear that dress? Was it indeed appropriate for a family dinner or was it just him thinking too much of it with the head inside his pants?

And why were you smirking at him like he was the meal you were about to devour?

“Anakin, good, you’re here. Let’s say grace so we can properly start eating.” Padmé announced, glaring at her son that was currently on his third appetizer.

Padmé thanked the Maker for having the whole family here, making special emphasis on being grateful for you this year, the new member of the family. You popped an eye open, and voilá, Anakin was staring at you while her wife praised you to the rest of the table. Separating your palms from praying position, you dropped one on top of his, careful not to make a single noise. You drew random figures inside his palms with your nail, biting your lip as you checked him out. If his handsome face wasn’t enough already, he was wearing a full suit, black tie on top of a white buttoned up. 

Perfect to rip apart.

“And please bless this delicious meal that it’s about to feed us… Amen.” Right before she could pronunciate that final word, Anakin had slapped your hand away. “Alright, let’s dig in! Ani, honey, could you do the honors and carve the turkey?”

Whatever that would keep him away from temptation. 

Getting up, Anakin picked up the utensils, turning the turkey around to cut into it. Doing the proper round, he asked every single person their meat preferences before making the incision, starting with his wife. Anakin quickly ruled that him with knives and using his strength to lash a large piece of meat wasn’t the best evasive mechanism when he spotted you drooling over his flexed bicep. 

“Dad, I want a leg.” Leia requested, passing up her plate to him.

“Sure, darling.” Anakin propped the leg on her plate carefully. “Good choice.”

“I want one too, please.”  Han put his plate up in his direction.

Anakin glared and huffed, but eventually dumped the requested piece on Han’s dish. “Fucking child…”

Giving up, Han dropped on his chair, violently biting the leg. After Luke picked white meat, Anakin had no other choice but to pay attention to you. 

“Y/n-” He cleared his throat, ignoring your subtle attempt to press your cleavage against the table so your tits would pop into his vision. “How do you like your meat?”

Anakin regretted that question the second he formulated it. Although, he was appreciative that the brawl between the twins deprived everyone else from your answer. 

You offered your plate to him, wide doe eyes as your foot grazed his shin. “I like my meat tender.” Your velvety voice sent an electric wave directly to his groin.

The rest of the dinner was no better. 

Playing footsie, curling your hair with your finger, glancing at him longer than necessary, more lascivious than necessary. There was this particular moment that still had his mind-blown: You, leaned over to Luke to whisper something in his ear, gaining a laugh from him in complicity and sealing the adorable scene with a quick peck, all while your sandal made its way up to an escalating boner inside Anakin’s underpants. 

“Pass the salt, please.” Anakin requested out loud, clearing his throat, seeking a distraction.

But you were fast as a bolt. 

“There you go, sir.” Flashbacks from your face all flustered calling him that kicked in, the salt shaker falling from his hand at his nervousness and the contact of your hand. 

“Y/n, question.” Leia broke through the madness of noises. 

“Of course, shoot.” Anakin was amazed at your ability to smile like nothing was happening underneath the table, like you weren’t trying to touch his thigh underneath the table cloth with the hand that wasn’t supporting your chin. 

“What’s your major? I think I haven’t asked you that yet.” Leia swallowed a spoonful of sweet potato casserole. 

“I’m a psych major.” You drank a bit of your wine. 

“Oh, that solves the mystery. You’re dating Luke as an experiment, aren’t you?” Leia mocked, earning a kick from her brother. “Auch, laser brain!”

“Leia!” Padmé scolded her. 

“My God, have you been psychoanalyzing us this whole time?” Han stopped chewing his biscuit as he stared deep into your soul. “How bad is it?” He was dead serious.

“Oh my- No! No! I haven’t, I promise.” You totally had.

“Could you please prescribe something to mom so she relaxes once in a while?” Leia begged. “Or give her a session, whatever works.”

“Bet you are thrilled to hear Y/n is a psychologist, huh, sir? Know how much you love shrinks, Mr. Skywalker.” Han’s sarcasm revealed -in a very obvious way- how much Anakin did not like your profession. 

“Still better than being a smuggler.” Anakin bit down on a piece of meat with venom directly right at Han. 

“Oh, dad!” Luke exclaimed. “You should do dad!”

You grinned at the way Anakin almost spit his drink. 

“I’m so open to that, sir.” You turned to meet the former Jedi’s face and smirked with mischief at Anakin’s knuckles turning white on his grip on the chair. 

“Do you do the little shrink couch thing?” Han wondered with his mouth full. 

“I mean, if the patient wants to lay down while I do all the work, that’s fine by me.” You laughed innocently, batting your eyelashes to Anakin the second everyone got distracted trying to guess what you would diagnosed Han with.

Sensing Anakin’s heavy breathing, you did the whole charade of dropping your fork onto the floor, obliged to pick it up. As much as Anakin tried to nervously hide the bulge in his pants, you confirmed that your little game was in fact working. You sat back on your chair with a victorious snicker.

“Oh, c’mon dad! Let Y/n work her magic on you! You bottle so much stuff, it’s good to let them out.” Leia reasoned, completely missing the panicked face of the woman that gave birth to her.

“Suddenly, I’m full.” Anakin announced, cleaning the sauce off the edges of his mouth and tossed the napkin to his plate, getting ready to leave.

“You can’t go, we haven’t had dessert yet.” Padmé frowned, signaling with a harsh glare to sit back down. 

“Why don’t Luke and I take care of that?” You stood up, picking up the empty plates around. 

“Oh, no, sweetie, you’re a guest-” 

“No problem at all! Please let me take care of you.” The fact that you said that while collecting Anakin’s plate was a true coincidence. 

“Only if you let Han and I wash the dishes!” Leia negotiated, following her mother’s welcoming values.

“Shut up, I bet they were going to do it anyway.” Han grunted with gritted teeth. 

“We’ll be back with dessert.” You declared, dividing the tower of plates and walking to the kitchen with your boyfriend. 

While Luke threw away the leftovers, you came back to scoop up the rest of the plates with the side dishes and so. You surveyed everyone about their dessert preferences, until you reached a spot next to Anakin. 

“Padmé, back me up here! Wouldn’t it be cool if we save money on rent and live in the Falcon?” Han upped his voice to match Leia’s.

“I'm not living on a ship that’s falling apart, Han!”

“It would be an adventure every day!”

Sliding by Anakin’s side to hoist up the gravy bowl, you briefly grazed his shoulder with your chest, excusing the lame contact by your need to stretch for the dish. While you were leaned over him, the low-cut of your dress exposed to his delight, you turned your head and asked him:

“Would you like dessert, sir?” No one would figure that your question had any double meaning, but Anakin knew the filthy desires your eyes hid. 

“Not for me, thanks.” He smiled curtly, doing a superhuman effort not to fall into the teasing of your playful peaks behind the tight fabric. 

“Are you sure, Mr. Skywalker? The pie’s so soft and warm, very creamy. Baked it myself.” Anakin visibly shuddered, inhaling sharply as he closed his eyes while gripping the armrest. 

You grinned, thanking your hair for covering your expressions to the rest of the family so you could bite your lip lecherously. 

“On a diet.” He spat, playing with his fork to avoid the magnetic pull of your wanting eyes. And if you hadn’t taken the hint, he rubbed his eye with his left hand, showing off the gold band in his ring finger. 

“Please, it’s cheat day.” You curved your lips into a smirk, feeling clever at the pun. “Just a taste? Bet you’ll love it.” That tortuous glint in your eyes. It had him, it had him good. 

“He’s always playing hard to get, Y/n. Bring him a piece!” Padmé interrupted the moment, smiling at you and Anakin, unaware of the tension she had just cut off. 

“I see that.” You finally left the table, not without grazing his back with your swaying hips.

“You know what? I’ll help you with these.” Anakin barked, standing up and picking the few dishes left.

“Oh-” You stiffened at his huge figure walking towards you. You were not prepared for him to bite into the trap. “Not necessary, sir. I’ll come back for the rest.”

“Let me. It’s the least I can do.” Standing in front of you, he raised his eyebrows to hurry you. 

Nervously, you made your way to the small aisle before the kitchen, feeling the powerful pounding of your heart. His presence hung heavy behind you and suddenly the bravery you had flagged during supper had magically disappeared, the only trail it left were your jelly legs. Mere feet from the kitchen door, you felt a pull from your waist, your back stamping against the wall. 

“Is this funny to you?” Anakin glared at you, pressing your torso enough to threaten your ability to breathe. “Trying to break up a marriage, being the homewrecker of your boyfriend’s family? While he’s at the table?”

You tried to escape, fighting against him for your release. But if the enlarging of his nostrils was any sign, you were not going anywhere anytime soon. It was time to summon that feistiness back. 

“You can’t mess up something that’s already broken.” You snapped, squinting your eyes. “Why are you really here Anakin? To tell me off?” You cocked an eyebrow, glancing down at him. “You don’t seem rather convincing.”

Being between a rock and a hard place had a whole other meaning when you were sandwiched between the wall… and Anakin’s crotch. 

“Stop it.” He demanded, seeing the way you put aside the dishes on a nearby table to play with the lapels of his suit. 

“That’s not what you were saying last night.” You grazed your lips against his chin, enjoying the quivering that came from it. “Why do you fight it, Anakin? And don’t pull up your lame excuse of a marriage, when we both know that’s not the reason.”

Anakin pushed you by your throat, your head hardly banging against the wallpaper. He overlooked your whining, taking advantage of your dizziness to get his point through.

“Forget me, Y/n. All about me. All that happened.” He warned in a deeper voice. “For my sake. For yours.”  

“Tell me you don’t want me, Anakin, and I’ll stop, hell, I’ll fucking leave.” You murmured with a fire in your eyes letting him know that you weren’t joking around. “Just say the words and I’ll be out of your face.”

Disappointment settled in Anakin’s chest at the prospect of not seeing you anymore. 

So he stayed silent, waiting for the duel inside his head to end and speak the winner’s name: lust or reason. Luke’s voice calling for his girlfriend helped the struggle come to a conclusion. 

“You haven’t answered the question.” You reminded him, to his disdain. “I want you, Anakin, you-”

“Forget me, Y/n. It may be too late for me, but there may be salvation for Luke and you.” He advised, pushing the plates back to you, stepping back. 

“Y/n! I need help over here!”  Luke again.

“Alright. Loud and clear, sir.” You spat, brushing past Anakin while he still stared at the floor.

Marching down to where the voice was calling you, you encountered Luke elbow deep into the water.

“Hey, you brought the rest of the-” 

“Did you mean it? When you said you wanted to be more spontaneous?” Your breathing was irregular from the adrenaline rush. 

“What?” Luke frowned, drying up his forearms with the hand towel. 

“Kiss me, Luke. Kiss me now.” You demanded, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and pressing against him.

“It’s everything okay? Why-”

“Luke! Please.” You purred on his ear, peppering smooches along his cheek. “Kiss me, please.”

Once Luke caught up with your level of neediness, he delivered the antidote for your hornyness. Hands fixed on your hips, Luke’s lips found yours and played along at the dangerous pace you set. The makeout session quickly escalated: out of nowhere you were roughly jammed against the counter top, manly hands sliding to your back side to squeeze some of the fat. You reciprocated Luke’s attention by playing with his hair as you sucked his bottom lip. It wasn’t nearly as exciting as kissing Anakin; because even when you and Luke were almost sucking each other’s face off, he was still too gentle for you.

But thrill didn’t take long to appear through the door. 

Anakin’s stroll to the kitchen ceased at the door frame, when he spotted the heated embrace you two were entangled in. Thankfully, the only person he could see was you and barely because of Luke’s back. So your visual connection was only possible because you managed to angle your boyfriend so you could see Anakin above his shoulder. 

Luke moaned when you hugged him tighter, kissed him harder. 

“Y/n.” He moaned, unaware that your sudden passion was boosted at the sight of his dad’s heaving chest.”You’re so hot, sugar.”

“I want you.” You whimpered, staring dead into Anakin’s eyes. “I need you.” Your naked leg escaped the slit from your dress, surrounding Luke’s hip. “Just do it. Give it to me.”

Whatever sweet nothing Luke murmured into your ear flew right under your radar as you delighted yourself with the view of Anakin’s hurting frown. The image was ripped away from you when Luke physically circled your attention back to you. 

“You’re so beautiful, Y/n. You’re too much for me.” Thanking him, you came back to kissing, the only escape route you had at hand to evade his love bombarding. 

However, Luke’s cringy dirty talk was the second most disappointing thing to happen in that kitchen, just after Anakin leaving.

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Unconditionally// ch 3

anakin x reader

(a/n: THIS ONE WAS EARLY HAHA SORRY!! buuutttt we’re getting into the bigger picture now 🤩🤩 thanks for being here!)

You catch someone’s attention

warnings: swearing, suggestive comments

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You woke up in a spare bedroom of Anakin’s house. You had a dull headache, probably from the wine you indulged in last night. You stretched and checked your phone, it was 10:00 am, not too bad. You got out of the comfy bed (much nicer than your dorm bed). You traveled out to the kitchen and found Ben, Anakin, and the twins all sitting at the table in the kitchen. 

“Look who finally decided to get up,” Anakin teased. 

“How was your night, sleeping beauty?”

You were confused as to how Anakin was up and chipper, because from what you remember, he had much more to drink than you.

“I’m well, thank you”

“F/N ?! You slept over!!” the twins exclaimed. You smiled and gave them a little wave.

Ben invited you to sit in the seat between him and Anakin. 

“Aww, Uncle Ben! I wanted to sit by her” Luke protested, to which Ben just laughed him off. 

“Have a crush, do we?” teased Ben. 

Luke’s face turned bright red, “NO!”.

Ben chuckled and even Anakin smirked. They exchanged a glance and both went back to their own plates. 

After breakfast Ben left and you were about to leave too. but Anakin stopped you. 

“If you want, you can take a shower here” he offered.

“What?” you were confused

“Well it's probably better than some shitty dorm shower”.

The twin’s must have gone upstairs because he never cussed in front of them. 

You laughed, “Yeah they are pretty shitty”.

He huffed out a laugh too and got you some towels. He let you shower in his since that was the only one really with toiletries in it, the rest were more for show.

You stepped into the large glass shower and turned on the overhead shower. It cascaded nicely down onto your body. The pressure was perfect, you felt so relaxed. As you washed you began to realize you were going to smell like Anakin when you got out. Not that that would bug you though.

Your mind drifted to less than professional thoughts about your boss. The shower was pretty big… you thought about what other activities you could do in there. You could almost imagine how he would hold you, how he would-

You shook your head. No. You were just lonely, that's all.

You exited the shower and put on the dress you initially wore last night, this time you looked less fancy and smelled like Anakin. Your roommate was definitely gonna think you got screwed.

You walked down the long staircase and tried to find Anakin to say goodbye before leaving. You looked all around but still couldn’t find him, so You decided to just leave a little thank you note. 

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You spent the rest of your weekend begrudgingly thinking about him. You shouldn’t be thinking about your employer that way, he wasn’t even that nice to you?!

But you still found yourself missing him. You really wanted to do something with  the kids and him, but there was no way you could bring that up discreetly. 

Finally Monday rolled around and you went over to the Skywalker’s. You started doing this thing where you would wave to the little camera doorbell every time you came over. Even if no one was watching it made you happy. 

Today the kids were bouncing with energy. Apparently it had been one of their classmate’s birthdays and they brought in a cake, so that left you with two 7 year old’s hyped up on sugar.

You managed to wrangle them into the playroom and finally plopped down on a rather small bean bag chair.

Dramatically you did a fainting motion, “ugh, you children exhaust me”. They laughed and ran to jump onto you. 

A few hours passed and they calmed down, but then they began to whisper. They were trading secrets between each other, only stopping occasionally to glance at you and then laugh. 

“What's so funny, hmm?” you asked with a wide smile.

Leia giggled before coming forwards, “So we heard daddy and uncle Ben talking yesterday”.

“And what could they have been talking about that's making you so giddy?” you playfully asked the little girl.

Leia stole another glance at Luke before running away. This time Luke was the one rolling his eyes, he stepped in front of you and spoke.

“We heard them talking about you, Dad said he thinks you’re pretty”.

You swear your heart did a flip. 

“W-what?” you asked.

“Yeah we went upstairs and were playing spies and we heard them talking about you” Luke grinned , proud of his spying ability. 

Leia came back and offered “Yeah, and Uncle Ben said  ‘go for it’”.

Holy shit. 

You were sure you were blushing, “ohh, that's nice of your dad”.

Leia giggled and whispered something to Luke. He stood tall and crossed his arms, “Leia thinks Dad has a crush on you”.

Leia scowled and smacked Luke, “You weren't supposed to say I said that!”

Luke just shrugged it off and went back to play with his legos. Leia, however, stayed by you. “Do you have a crush on daddy?”.

Yes.

“Oh, I think we’re just friends,” you said instead. 

She made a face and then shrugged too, “I guess we’ll just have to see”, and then joined her brother.

We’ll have to see? Was he planning something? I mean, kids are notoriously known to just blabber their parent’s business…but if this were true..

Could he? No, why would he like someone like you? College student with not a penny to her name? Inexperienced and young, he would probably be someone of his status and age. You tried to push it away, but not long later the door opened. 

He came in with a four cup tray from the local coffee shop. The kids ran downstairs to greet him. 

“Hey bud! Hey Princess!” He smiled , handing them each a small coffee cup. You cringed and walked up to him. He leaned into you so he could hear you whisper.

“They had cake at school, don’t you think that’s a lot of sugar?”

He smiled, small smile lines creasing around his beautiful eyes. 

“Don’t worry, it's just chocolate milk, I tell them it’s coffee”

You giggled and playfully hit his arm, “you’re wrong for that, what's gonna happen when they order a coffee and it tastes like…well, coffee?”.

He just shrugged and smiled. 

Was it because of what Leia said, or was he actually kind of flirting with you?

“Oh, here” he said, handing you a drink of your own.

“What’s this for?”

“It's for you,” he said, sipping his own. 

“How did you know what to get?” you asked.

“You just seem like a shaken espresso kind of gal.” 

You smiled, indeed you were, you turned the cup and saw Anakin’s name on the side of the cup. You knew it was standard to label coffee cups, but his name just looked so good on your cup. 

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Thursday came along and you were busy coloring with the kids when the door opened. The twins immediately jumped up to greet their dad, and honestly you were just as excited to see him. Maybe you were just a hopeless romantic, but you began to pick up more on his flirts. 

He asked the kids to go upstairs for a moment to which they responded with giggling. You were confused.

“Is something wrong?” you asked, worried about what he needed to talk about privately. Did you do something wrong?

He set down his bag and walked towards you, “umm, I’m kind of out of the loop with this sort of thing” he said placing a hand over his mouth.. 

Shit. you were about to get fired.

“I’m really sorry, I-I can get my stuff” you said sheepishly. 

Were you too flirty? Did you make him uncomfortable?

“What?” he asked, perplexed.

“You’re asking me to leave right? Like firing me?” you offered.

“What? No, God, No” he chuckled.

He leaned on the kitchen counter and just laughed for a moment.

You carefully set your bag down, now you‘re confused.

“What is it then?”

He gathered himself and walked towards you, “I was going to ask you if you were free tomorrow night””.

“Oh, Yeah, no worries, I can watch the twins” you said. Relieved, you began reaching for your planner.

He grabbed one of your arms gently, and laughed once more, ‘No, I mean if you were free for a date”.

What?

All you could do was stare at him. “Me?”

“Well, who else?”

You couldn’t comprehend that this was actually happening. Nothing like this ever happened to you. 

“A-are you sure?” you asked, making sure he wasn’t playing a cruel joke on you.

“I’m Positive,” he said.

You smiled at him, “ok”.

“It’s a date then?” he confirmed.

“It's a date,” you smiled. 

He beamed at you, “I’ll pick you up at 8, send me your address?” he said.

You nodded, “what about the twins?”.

“Ben’s gonna watch them”.

AH HA! So Ben was in on it! The kids were right. 

You left the Skywalker household with a warm embrace and a large smile.

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It was now approximately one hour until Anakin was supposed to show up at your dorm. You still couldn't believe he had any interest at all in you. You were just some random girl in her early 20’s. 

Either way you were glad he was giving you a chance. Your makeup was done up and you were deciding on an outfit. Part of you wanted to wear that green dress again, but you remembered how he reacted last time. You weren’t trying to ruin a good night in the first few seconds. So instead you opted for a more modest (still a little revealing) black dress. Hopefully he would appreciate this one.

Your roommate was teasing you about this “mystery man”, so you decided to leave out that it was your employer. 

“F/N you never go out with guys! He must be pretty special” she wiggled her brows at you. 

You laughed it off and continued to fasten the clasp on your necklace. She was right though. You had pretty bad luck romantically. You only ever had two long term relationships and both ended badly. The first one left you after two years saying you were too focused on work, they told you no one would be able to love you if you were never emotionally available. The next one you truly thought would be the one, until one day you went over to his place and he was banging your ex-best friend. And instead of feeling guilty, he simply told you that you were undeserving of love. 

Those experiences caused you to build a wall around your heart, it seemed everyone left you, so you had no choice but to protect yourself. After that you stopped looking for love, stopped flirting, stopped hoping. 

Your phone dinged and that caught your attention. Anakin texted you that he was on the way, you took a deep breath before checking yourself once more in the mirror.

“You look great,” your roommate said, answering your unspoken question. 

You smiled and thanked her before grabbing your purse. You didn’t really want to make Anakin have to come to your door, so you went outside by the parking lot to sit on a bench.

Your heart began to race as you saw his sleek black car pull up. He parked by the curb and got out to open the door for you. You didn’t expect that. He extended a hand to help you into the car.

He closed the door and went back around to his side. You watched him buckled up and admired the veins on his hands while he gripped the steering wheel. He began driving towards the restaurant.

“You look beautiful, by the way” he offered, still looking ahead.

You blushed at his sentiment, “You look rather nice yourself” you quipped back. 

He stole a quick glance at your rose tinted face before smiling. He set his gaze back on the road ahead of him and let out a contempt hum as you two continued to the city.

***

(A/N: sooooo, I have a plan for this fic to take a very interesting turn soon (the turn will relate to character development in the actual SW universe) idk if that makes sense, but you’ll find out soon if you continue to read :)

Also.. HELLO WINGMAN BEN?!)

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DILF Luke headcanons / story draft pt. 2

🌹modern day AU🌹

A/N: Guess who's back with more dilf Luke content!🤠 Thank you SO so much for liking the first part as much as you did🫶🏻 I hope you'll enjoy this second part as well!

part 1, part 3, part 4, part 5

• his possessiveness isn't something he allows to be seen on the outside

• he is aware that he has no right to call you his own, even though he desperately wants to

• but you're so much younger than he is and, above all, have grown to become his child's best friend

• he does not want to take you away from them

• nor does he want to cause an awkward situation that might threaten to break your friendship

• and while objectively speaking all three of you are adults, he still views himself as the one that should be the most responsible

• this however won't stop him from thinking about you basically every minute of the day

• maybe he can't have you but nobody said anything about not buying you little presents here and there and offering his help whenever he can

• he wholeheartedly enjoys the way you are unable to hide your blush of excitement when he surprises you with a pretty necklace or a new pair of earrings

• he loves to hear your weak little protests and how easily he can make them fizzle out with a soft smile and the gentle promise that no, it wasn't expensive at all

• no, he isn't just getting you things out of the blue

• just take a look at the calendar, soon it's Christmas!

• soon it's your birthday!

• it's the beginning of summer!

• you have known each other for a year now!

• he always finds a reason

• of course you make sure to always wear his gifts too, they're beautiful and well chosen, matching your style perfectly

• oh how his heart sings whenever he can be a witness to it

• everyone is supposed to see and know that he was the one who got them for you

• it's his secret way of claiming you, of making sure to tell everyone else that you're taken, that someone already has their eyes on you

• if it wasn't for your lovely smell he would have liked to buy you a perfume to wear as well

• meanwhile you are absolutely clueless and think nothing of it, surely he's just being extra nice because he's finally used to your presence in his household?

• maybe he wants to make up for how he acted before?

• similarly your friend doesn't think it's weird either, after all that's just how he is, you know?

• he cares so much for the people in his live and of course he'd eventually come around to liking you a lot too

• after all, how could he not? You're around his house most of your free time

• secretly you are a little bit disappointed

• it may be foolish to hope for your friend's father to have taken an interest in you but your heart isn't interested in common sense

• I think you'd struggle admitting to yourself that you have a crush though

• he's your friend's father

• how would this work anyways?

• nevertheless your attraction stays

• it's the only thing you don't dare to talk to your friend about

• in your day dreams you fantasize about his big hand resting on your thigh while he drives and find yourself wishing for it to travel just a little bit higher

• you feel giddy with barely concealed nervousness whenever he touches you, hoping that this time he will make a move

• he never does

• and never does his touch find you outside of his car

• See? This gesture is altogether innocent, you tell yourself

• after all he never comes this close to you in any other situation and yet...

• "oh, he's being such a dad!", your friend says when you ask them about it

• "he keeps his hand near me as well so he can easily catch me when he needs to abruptly hit the brakes"

• and they're right, Luke does indeed reach out with his right arm to stabilize your upper body whenever he slows down the car

• still, his hand isn't just conveniently near to do so, it's literally on you during the whole ride

• maybe you've failed to mention that exact fact to your friend though

• you are conflicted and confused and eventually, despite your stupid heart insisting to speed up whenever you see him, decide to let it go

• from an outside perspective nothing about your relationship changes

• you continue to spend much of your free time with your friend

• their father further upholds his offer and drives you home at night

• every time, without fail, does he hold on to you

• and despite this going on for a long while you are none the wiser

• you are still uncapable to read his emotions

• you have not the slightest of clues about what goes on inside of him

• you remain in the dark about his past

• in many aspects he is more of a mystery to you now than he used to be when all you knew was his name

• yes, his demeanor has softened towards you

• but regardless there are certain moments in which you catch yourself being slightly frightened of him

• just like at the beginning

• your friend never mentions the peculiarities he puts on display and so you keep silent as well

• not seldomly does he get a call from work during dinner and while he always leaves the room, too polite to answer the phone at the table, you still are able to overhear how sharp and commanding his voice turns

• you seriously struggle to meet his gaze when he returns after

• sometimes during car rides, you try to make small talk

• you always mean well

• you want to pick up a topic you had earlier that day or to ask about a recipe he made for you and your friend

• maybe this way you'd get him to spend more time with you?

• but often his grip will grow hard enough to bruise

• it catches you off guard every time and when you squeak in pain he throws you a quick sideway glance, loosening his hand immediately

• he never speaks nor lets go of you completely, although his thumb will be rubbing soothing circles into your leg in silent apology

• should you try to initiative a conversation again after, he might answer; though in such a clipped way it shuts you up soon enough

• more often he'll simply shake his head, asking you to remain silent

• the first time you spend a night at your friend's house you feel as if there were a pair of hungry eyes watching your every move

• there is absolutely no reason for anybody to do so though, and nobody around that would have a reason to anyways

• and yet...

• of course you wouldn't mind Luke noticing the pretty top you chose to wear, the one who's neckline goes just a little bit lower than usual

• though unfortunately he seems to be very distracted and never looks your way

• so you simply strike it up to be your nerves and lively imagination; staying in a foreign place is always exciting after all

• staying with a handsome older man even more so

• as a matter of fact, however, Luke's eyes never leave you and as it gets late it takes all he has to restrain himself from snatching you away and dragging you to his own room

• you're lovely on a normal day but look absolutely ravishing in your soft pajamas

• the knowledge you won't be far away for a whole night being all too tantalizing

• maybe you are wearing short pants and so there are some faint bruises visible around your left knee

• ironically you're not aware of their existence, yet it's one of the first things Luke catches sight of and it makes him feel some kind of way

• not only are you wearing his necklace but clearly showing off what he did to you as well

• he likes it a lot, even though not the way in which they came to be

• so while you're contemplating slight paranoia he eventually has to remove himself from your immediate vicinity

• it's not becoming to lust after a young woman during late night dinner

• and the fact that you are afraid to get lost in unknown rooms in the dark doesn't help either

• your friend thinks it's hilarious and discusses it at length

• "the house won't swallow you whole because you take a wrong turn once"

• "it's only a little portion of the rooms you haven't been to yet, stop worrying!"

• "you're not prone to sleepwalking why and how would you even end up there?"

• good humoredly Luke laughs along at his kid's and your bickering but has to discreetly change his seating

• his pants grow uncomfortably tight at the thought of you accidentally walking into his bedroom

• he knows he doesn't have the strength not to make a move

• suddenly he sees himself demanding a kiss or making you beg to let you leave again

• he has to excuse himself early

• your friend and you are listening to a voice message some random guy from university/your job sent you, their father is in hearing distance but you think nothing of it

• innocently and rather excited you start talking and giggling about it, you can't believe he asked you out!

• when all of a sudden Luke gets up and leaves abruptly without a word

• you freeze and are immediately upset

• did you do something wrong? Maybe used a word or expression he didn't like? Is he angry?

• your friend just shrugs their shoulders and continues as if nothing happened but you can't stop thinking about the cold gaze he threw your way

• for the first time since meeting him he doesn't say goodbye or offers a drive home when you have to leave

• later your parents ask why your face is stained with tears, yet you can't give them an answer

• little do you know his anger was not directed at you but at the little boy who dared to show his interest in you

• he didn't even mean to listen and now has only himself to fault for the raging jealousy raising its ugly head

• additionally he's furious and ashamed at himself for his feelings

• his usually endless patience simply vanished into thin air at the prospect of another getting the chance he's been dreaming about for over a year

• he's acting like a teenager and he hates it

• he desperately needed to rein himself back in, he needed air

• and so he made a run for it, afraid to accidentally leave his anger out on you

• had he known what his disappearance caused, he would have acted differently

• you never went out with the guy who sent the message

• you are hesitant to return after what happened, despite your longing to go back and somehow fix your mistake

• whatever its is you did, you have the urge to throw yourself down at his feet and ask for forgiveness

• you don't even care for what you would be apologizing

• you could text him if course, he gave you his number, remember?

• but you don't dare to

• your friend repeatedly assures you that everything is fine and keeps passing on their father's greetings and inquiries about your person

• nobody is mad at you and least of all him

• so eventually you give in, despite feeling quite anxious about it

• to make it worse you receive a message when you arrive that your friend is still stuck in traffic and that it might take them a while

• "my dad will let you in though, no worries"

• all of a sudden you feel very much like your lungs stopped working, you are panicking and seriously consider turning around to leave

• but of course Luke knows you are coming and of course he knows the exact time as well

• he has opened the door before you can fully make up your mind on whether to wait outside or to ring the doorbell

• your words fail you

• just the sight of him makes your heart soar

• he greets you nicely enough and asks you to come in

• "it's great to see you again, it's been a while"

• however it's not like it used to be before

• something feels different

• and quickly you realize: parts of his walls came back up

• the realization chokes you

• Luke senses you're upset and despite vowing to keep his distance once and for all can't hold back from asking if everything is okay

• of course it's not

• and the way his gaze softens into familiarity is too much for you to take

• you leave to go home without waiting for your friend, instead telling them you were feeling quite ill all of a sudden

• it's not even a lie

• Luke knows exactly what just happened but forces himself to remain firm; it's for the best

• sadly I think this would put a strain on the relationship with your friend too

• you don't exactly grow apart, you're too close for that, but of course they realize there's something going on and your decision not to talk to them about it hurts their feelings

• don't you trust them anymore?

• it's during a dark autumn afternoon that you're caught by a seemingly endless downpour

• you're far from home, you don't have the money to call for a taxi and all your trains got delayed

• you think about your friend; they live near

• but you also know they aren't home, as they're currently visiting family in another part of the country

• their dad however...

• he said to call him whenever, you remember

• but what if he doesn't pick up? What if he doesn't want to see you again?

• maybe he's more willing to help when you're standing in front of him?

• despite your anxiety you have no other choice and so decide to check if he's home

• it's still pouring when you arrive and by now you're soaking wet

• Luke isn't home, probably still at work

• pressing close to the front door you sit down on the steps, trying your best to stay out of the rain

• by the time you see the headlights of Luke's car you start crying from relief

• there is not a single patch of your clothes that remained dry and you're more than freezing cold

• your teeth are chattering and you struggle to move your fingers, let alone your legs

• you hear the car door slam shut and then his steps on the path leading up to you

• he's wearing a black suit

• (this is important because even in your horrible state you are aware how absolutely hot he looks)

• when he spots your huddled together shivering form, he's momentarily at a loss for words

• still crying you raise your eyes to look up at him and for a few short seconds you're afraid he doesn't recognize you

• then his face drops

• he reaches for you, and holding you close, unlocks the door to let you in

• now able to take a proper look, his eyes travel up and down your body while he rids himself of his jacket and runs his hand through his wet hair

• it's like you can see the gears in his brain switching as he draws himself up to his full height

• when he speaks it's in such a stern tone that you can't help but wince

• his following orders are sharp and you have to RUN to follow him as he basically drags you upstairs to the master bathroom

• he tells you to undress as he's already turning on the shower for you

• he's not asking, he's commanding

• "Yes, Mr. Skywalker"

• you're so caught off guard you oblige as fast as you can

• no longer do you dare to call him by his first name

• when he sees you struggling with your frozen limbs, he helps pulling your soaked sweater over your head and assists you in getting out of your jeans before leaving you to yourself

• he informs you he'll be waiting outside

• once you are done he immediately is all over you again

• he tells you exactly what he wants you to wear, puts a pair of extra thick woolen socks on your feet and swaddles you in a blanket like a burrito

• only when you're so tightly wrapped up that you're basically unable to move, does he seem to calm down

• he places you on the big sofa in the living room and makes you a tea

• he towels off your hair while you drink it

• he takes your face in his hands and asks if you're okay

• you nod and then he goes OFF, pacing back and forth in front of you while giving you the lecture of a lifetime

• what in God's name were you thinking to not immediately call him? He would've left work early!

• you could've died walking through this weather by yourself, look at you, you're still shivering!

• you weren't dressed appropriately whatsoever! A car could've run you over, they wouldn't have seen you at all!

• under no circumstances is he allowing you to go home tonight, you're staying here where he can have an eye on you!

• his voice is getting louder with every sentence and then you're crying again

• it takes him a moment to catch himself but then he apologizes

• he asks if you would like to call your parents and hands you back your phone when you nod

• still sniffling you comply

• he remains next to you, listening in closely and throws you a stern look whenever you try to leave something out

• you know he expects you to tell them that you're staying the night too, so you do

• he softens and tells you how good you did once you hang up

• he cooks dinner and insists for you to eat even when you tell him you're not hungry

• he makes you another tea after

• "are you warm enough?"

• there is a lot you want to ask him about but hopefully it can wait for tomorrow

• he offers to accompany you to his child's room so you can go to sleep

• you shyly tell him you'd rather stay downstairs with him, maybe you could watch some TV together?

• after a moment he agrees

• you really wish he'd change out of his work clothes, it's more than distracting

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