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lieutenant-teach · 2 months

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Meeting Cyare’s father (or Anakin Skywalker doesn’t like his new son-in-law very much)

(Anakin doesn’t go Dark, everyone lives, everyone’s happy. No Sequels, rehashed Heir to the Empire instead of the OT. DinLuke, minor Anidala, CodyWan, HanLeia)

Din was really relieved about his helmet on, but then he remembered that the Jedi can feel other people’s emotions. No luck, then.

His cyare’s father’s eyes were trying to burn a hole in his head.

– Let me get it straight, Luke. A Mandalorian bounty hunter. – The voice could cut the stone better than a lightsaber.

– Mum likes him, – Luke was smiling, but Din saw him tensing for a fight. A cybernetic hand squeezed his.

– I didn’t raise my only children to give them away to some criminals, - Skywalker-senior stood up from the couch and started walking back and forth. – First I have to agree to allow my princess marry some smuggler…

– Han did help us to stop Thrawn.

– … and then my son wants to partner a bounty hunter, - Luke’s father wasn’t listening to him, anger coming off him like waves – Din was certain he wasn’t Force-sensitive, but one may not be to feel the Dark Side emanating from Anakin Skywalker at that moment.

Din remembered Luke’s words before ‘meeting with father’s half of the family’: ‘My Dad will become angry, I’m sure – he didn’t react to Han well, too – but don’t worry, he’ll cool down’. The warning rang in his ears when he saw Skywalker-senior for the first time: tall, with a rich mane of greying curls, but still very handsome former Jedi assessed him and made up him mind immediately. ‘Not worthy’. Now they were sitting on the softest couch Din’s ass had ever been on, in the richest living room Din’s eyes ever seen, and ‘officially’ letting Din into a very branchy Skywalker family tree. Or, trying.

– Dad, I’m almost thirty, I can decide for myself. And Din’s a hero of his own – he kept Grogu save and sound, stopped Moff Gideon, and also saved the town of Mos Pelgo from the krayt dragon…

– But a bounty hunter! – Skywalker-senior cried exasperatedly. – And, to add to it, a Mandalorian! It is all your fault, Obi-Wan! – he suddenly turned to Luke’s uncle, quietly watching all this until this moment.

– Wait, why? – the man was older than Luke’s father, gray hair and beard and mischievous twinkle in the eyes. So far he hadn’t said anything, but Luke had said his uncle would be supportive. Now it was time to find out. – My fault Luke fell in love?

– With a Mando! – Skywalker raised his voice. – Who in this family has a thing for Mandos?

– Do not speak about Satine like this, – Obi-Wan’s voice became steely, – and anyway, Cody is not a Mandalorian.

– He is a clone of a Mandalorian!

Din started to lose the thread of the conversation. He even wished he had a Jedi ability to speak telepathically and could ask Luke what the kark was going on. He shifted his head, trying not to be very obvious in his confusion, Luke caught his gaze and shrugged.

– Do you really think I taught Luke… - Luke’s uncle sighed. – We have been here before, Anakin. Luke is an adult, he can think for himself. If he brought young Din Djarin here, then he is certain in him and his own feelings. Did your fits of reality rejection change Leia’s mind?

Luke’s father breathed in and out heavily, clearly holding himself from harsher words, but reluctantly accepting the truth.

– Maybe, you should just talk to Din? – Luke’s uncle didn’t look happy, but so wasn’t Din hearing this suggestion.

‘Let me talk, – Din remembered Luke’s words. – When Dad started being… um… not very nice to Han – critical of sorts – Han started talking back. It escalated, some chairs were flying around, Dad and Leia exchanging angry remarks – Dad said she deserved better, Leia insisted she loved Han – and Han himself wasn’t making everything easier. It took two professional negotiators – Mum and Uncle Obi-Wan – to calm them down. Still, Leia and Han are happily married and have a son. So it’s just an unpleasant procedure you have to endure’.

– Maybe, he would take the helmet off for starters? – Poison in Skywalker’s voice could kill a bantha. No, a herd of banthas.

– I cannot, - Din was glad his voice didn’t tremble. He wasn’t afraid of the man, but watching a family drama, and, worse, being the reason of it didn’t feel well. He didn’t want to cause a rift in Luke’s relationship with his father. – My Creed prohibits me to.

– Veery convenient, - Skywalker smiled a tight and unpleasant smile, ignoring pleading and exasperated eyes of his son. – We’re a family now, you don’t show your face even to your family? Luke, have you seen his face?

– Dad, now it’s rude. Of course, I did. – It was obvious Luke was holding well, but his patience wasn’t infinite, too. – It’s only for immediate members.

Technically, after realizing the existence of different Mandalorian Ways, Din wasn’t sure he couldn’t do that. After all, taking off helmets didn’t make Bo-Katan Kryze or Sabine Wren less Mandalorians. But even if he would – not for this man.

The door slid open, a man quietly entered the room and stood behind Luke’s uncle’s armchair, resting his elbows on the chair back. Could he be Boba Fett’s relative? Because he was a carbon copy of Din’s friend, albeit much older. An intricate scar was winding its way from his temple down around his left eye.

– I am being quite nice! – Skywalker protested, dragging all attention to himself. – I can’t believe Padmé actually said ‘I like this guy, let’s take him in’.

– You know, I agree with you, - the probably-Boba’s-relative suddenly said. Luke’s uncle turned to him with puzzled expression. Luke looked disappointed. – The kids take after their mother in their bad choice of life partners.

Skywalker seemed about to blow up. He grabbed something from his belt that appeared to be a black respiratory mask and pressed it to his nose and mouth. The mechanical labored breathing sounds filled the room, Skywalker was drilling the man with burning eyes.

– Now, Cody, that was harsh, - frankly, to Din’s mind, Luke’s uncle didn’t look apologetic a lot. Luke sighed, his shoulders relaxed.

– I thought you were serious! – he even laughed a little, then gather himself again. – Dad, you do realize your approval or disapproval won’t change anything?

– Unfortunately, - Skywalker’s voice also sounded mechanical. – I believe no one in the galaxy or farther is worthy of my children. – He signed. – I guess I have to work with what we have here. – He shot a look at Cody, who smiled in return, and this smile was ‘I know you know I’m right, and I unashamedly love it’.

– Very well, - Obi-Wan clapped his hands. – Now as everything is settled, - Din clearly heard ‘Anakin is settled’, - we can share some stories and know each other better, right, Din?

Luke looked at Din with shining eyes. Din signed quietly. This look was worth all these awkward minutes.

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se-agapo-skywalker · 2 months

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Thots on Luke holding hands? Just in general or during spicy time?

I’m imagining him eating you out and you reach down to grab his hand and he just. Groans against you in response, like “Oohh yesss please”. He can’t help it, he’s a sucker for that stuff.

YES YES SOMEONE SENT AN ASK FOR IT!!! ANON I LOVE YOU

Smutty headcanons below the cut:

Oh, Force, YES--if Luke were to have a sort of 'signature move' during sex, without a doubt it would be holding hands. Sure, it's vanilla and innocent, but stars the gentleness of the gesture is enough to bring you to tears. Perhaps he'll softly pin an arm over your head by holding your hand in his, or he'll reach up to lace your fingers together when you're straddling his hips. The soft smile he'll beam up at you after is a treasure worth more than every star in the galaxy combined.

As much as Luke likes being the one to express how much he cherishes and treasures you, he likes being the one to experience it even more--but he'll never say it outright. He is an absolute sucker for sappy romance. Interestingly, the closer you two get, the more reticent he is to share his own needs and desires. He loves pleasing you first and foremost, but you can tell he needs--and deserves more than anything--to be on the receiving end of some good loving.

When he's eating you out (which, so long as you're interested, he always insists on doing), a foolproof way to get him in gear is by reaching down to take his hand in yours. Flesh hand or cybernetic, they're both large and worn, yet only ever touch you with so much gentleness--gentleness they deserve to experience. Softly running your fingers over the skin (or synthskin), you trace every small scar and mole, map out every callous, committing his hands to memory like you may never touch them again.

It doesn't distract Luke from his work; if anything, it motivates him even more, adds to his own pleasure as he continues to please you. If anything, he might giggle, or tear up a bit, at most breaking away to whisper how much he adores you. Perhaps he'll press his cheek against your palm and close his eyes, softly letting out a contented sigh against you. He's home.

#my inbox is open #luke skywalker x reader #luke skywalker smut #luke skywalker x afab!reader #my fic

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0pin0n-custard · 2 years

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The Unofficial Star Wars Limb Olympics!

Who has chopped off the most limbs? Let’s find out (books and TV show dismemberments not included.)

Honorable Mentions:

While Mace Windu did not chop off any limbs, he did successfully decapitate one (1) Mandalorian.

Chewbacca never dismembered anyone onscreen, however he is a Wookiee. Wookiees are well known for ripping people’s arms out of their sockets. Lord only knows how many limbs were lost to his hand.

6th Place: Yan Dooku

Nothing too impressive. In Attack of the Clones, the Count was the first to cut off one (1) of Padawan Anakin Skywalker’s arms.

Total: One (1) Limb

5th Place: Yoda

In Revenge of the Sith, Jedi Grand Master Yoda cut off one (1) clone trooper’s arm at the ruins of the Jedi Temple. What gave him the edge over Yan Dooku was that Yoda also decapitated two (2) clone troopers initially after Order 66 was broadcasted.

Total: One (1) Limb

4th Place: Ben Solo

Following in his namesake’s footsteps, he cut a Sith in half. In The Last Jedi, Kylo Ren removed two (2) of Emperor Snoke’s legs.

Total: Two (2) Limbs

Bronze Medal: Luke Skywalker

In true Disaster Lineage fashion, Luke Skywalker was very successful at removing limbs. His first time occurred on Hoth in The Empire Strikes Back, when he cut off one (1) of a Wampa’s arms in self defense.

Obi Wan did teach Luke well, because in Return of the Jedi, he sliced one (1) of Darth Vader’s cybernetic arms off. The fact that these dismemberments occurred on separate occasions is what gave Luke a higher placement than Ben Solo.

Total: Two (2) Limbs

Silver Medal: Anakin Skywalker/Darth Vader

After losing his arm to Yan Dooku [see 6th Place], Anakin must have realized what an effective battle strategy dismemberment was.

In Revenge of the Sith, he returned the favor to Dooku two-fold by cutting off both (2) of the Sith’s hands (followed promptly by beheading him.)

In an effort to save Sheev Palpatine, Anakin chopped one (1) of Mace Windu’s hands off.

Many years later, in The Empire Strikes Back, Darth Vader welcomed Luke Skywalker into the family by cutting off one (1) of his hands.

Total: Four (4) Limbs

Gold Medal: Obi Wan Kenobi

A surprise to no one, Jedi Master Obi Wan Kenobi has the highest limb count by a landslide.

He started his journey off in The Phantom Menace by foolishly believing that chopping a humanoid in half would kill them. He removed both (2) of Darth Maul’s legs.

Ten years later, following one of Padme Amidala’s many assassination attempts, Obi Wan disarmed the bounty hunter Zam Wessel by cutting off one (1) of her hands.

In the arena on Geonosis, he sliced two (2) of an ackley’s arms off.

In Revenge of the Sith, Obi Wan faced off against General Grevious and a droid army on Utapau. He decapitated one of Grievous’ guards and cut off two (2) of the General’s hands.

In the battle against his former Padawan on Mustafar, Kenobi set a limb record by cutting off both (2) of Anakin’s legs and his remaining (1) flesh arm.

His final dismemberment took place in A New Hope at the Mos Eisley Cantina. Once again, he disarmed someone in the literal sense; he cut off one (1) of Ponda Baba’s arms.

Total: Eleven (11) Fucking Limbs

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dailydragon08 · 9 months

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The Edge

Pairing: Luke Skywalker x F!Jedi!Reader Summary: After a harrowing ordeal where you and Luke barely escape an inquisitor's sinister plans, the tension between you and Luke finally snaps--with the Force acting as his ally (Luke’s POV). Rating: E Warnings: smut, implied past drug use (forced on reader and Luke as a form of torture), implied past torture, reader is wearing a bit of a revealing outfit (bralette and maxi skirt with a slit), masturbation, sexually frustrated Luke, no one is around but still doing the do in a public setting, hand jobs, mutual pining, slight angst, using the Force in sexual ways. A/N: "Remnants" is a series of one shots in no particular order (but can be read in chronological order on my masterlist) about the budding relationship between you and Luke as he trains you in the ways of the Force. This takes place immediately after "Temple of You” (I keep tormenting Luke in these, I’m so sorry). See my masterlist (linked in pinned post) for more. Comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated. Enjoy!

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The cliff's edge loomed ahead, the vast ocean below it thrashing violently against the rock face. Several birds struggled against the gale of the coming storm, flapping frantically against the gray backdrop of the clouds. The grass danced beneath Luke’s feet as he blew a slow breath out his puffed cheeks. He felt your soothing presence strengthen through the Force and closed his eyes, letting the calming sensation wash over him as you drew closer.

His eyes widened when he finally turned to look at you. You were in a favorite outfit of his: the black bralette you usually wore during training, the lace tracing an intricate pattern over your skin, and your gray maxi skirt with flowers. The wind blew the slit open and he couldn’t help but stare as the fabric billowed behind you, giving him flashes of your toned legs. He remembered when he first began training you, not only watching but feeling your muscles develop and grow stronger as he’d gently held and guided you into the correct stances, similar to how he fought the urge to hold you now.

You stared at each other for several long moments. He took the opportunity to memorize the color of your eyes, unable to resist taking several steps closer to you to ensure he could envision every layer of your iris on command if needed. It felt like something foreign had a hold of him as he moved away some hair that had blown in your face, gently tucking it behind your ear and letting his fingers linger on your jaw. Your Force signature was more powerful than he’d ever felt it—even standing this close to you—and he couldn’t help but wonder if it was an effect of the drug’s half-life running out. He didn’t wonder for long, closing his eyes and leaning into your hand as you brushed some hair away from his eyes.

He pressed his forehead to yours, relishing how you stepped closer to bring your chest flush against his. A shaky breath escaped him as his hands settled on your waist and he gently bumped the tip of his nose against yours.

He held his gloved hand out to you, pulling back just enough to meet your eyes. “Help me take it off?”

You nodded and he watched, mesmerized, as you gently loosened each finger before revealing the blaster hole in his hand. He shuddered as you put the glove into his pocket and your fingers brushed against his hip.

“Are you okay?” you murmured, close enough that he could almost feel your lips brush against his.

He nodded, his own flesh hand gently digging into the fabric of your skirt while his cybernetic traveled up into your hair. “More than okay…You?”

“Yeah,” you breathed, leaning closer to ghost your lips over his.

He tilted his head and finally kissed you like he’d always wanted to—soft to start, but growing bolder and unabashedly needy as he relished your taste. Your lips were everything he’d always pictured and more: soft, warm, pliant, and addicting at a level he hadn’t expected. His cybernetic gently fisted in your hair and he couldn’t help the swell of pride in his chest at the soft moan it elicited from you. He could feel your pleasure flow strongly through your connection, still much more potent than usual, and moaned in return. He broke away long enough to suck in a gulp of air, feeling his stomach flip at how the weather fully exposed your legs. His flesh hand traveled downwards of its own accord to grip at the skin of your thighs, gently walking you back several steps until he had you pinned against a nearby boulder.

Your fingers found their way into his hair and he couldn’t help the whine that escaped him as you yanked. He tentatively dipped his tongue into your mouth and had to force his knees to continue working as yours bumped against his. You gasped against each other’s mouths and he forced his own noises down to better revel in yours as his lips traced a line across your jaw and down your neck, committing the way your chest pushed against his at every pant to memory. Once he reached the juncture of your neck and collarbone, he sucked, feeling his own arousal grow at your resulting gasp. Your grip tightened on his shoulders and he groaned against your skin as you yanked a fistful of his hair again. He alternated with teeth, lips, and tongue until you were in such a state that he was the only thing keeping you on your feet.

He couldn’t deny he loved the way you held onto him for support, submitting and trusting him fully in a way you hadn’t before. He relished the moments when you let him be your shelter and solid ground beneath your feet and took the opportunity to let his fingers dig, stroke, and wander in equal measure. He could feel something building in the bottom of your stomach and it only fueled his own want. It almost felt like a defiling of the Force to use it in this way—sense what excited you and would pull the most gasps and moans while using it to heighten his own experience. But only almost. Your connection was something beautiful to him, and moments like this only added more credence to the fact that you were made for him and he would cherish and worship you at every opportunity you gave. After all he’d lost, all his regrets about chances not taken, he wouldn’t dare let this one slip through his fingers.

His name tumbled from your lips in a combination of gasps and moans that only made him want to further his efforts. He moaned yours back to you before steadying your hips with his hands, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses across the thin layer of fabric that hid your breasts from him. He worked a path back up to your lips, wishing more than anything he could make an alter for you in all your glory. His hand slipped from your hair to gently wrap around the front of your neck, sliding down the middle of your chest and coming to a hesitant stop at the top of your skirt’s slit.

He met your gaze, your pupils blown, hair in disarray, and sighed as his hand hovered. “Maker, you’re so perfect.” He saw himself through your eyes in a quick flash through the Force: his own pupils blown so wide, the blue was barely visible, his hair that wasn’t still captured in your fist blowing from the incoming storm, lips parted as he breathed heavily. Although he wanted to wince at the laser focus he couldn’t help but attach to every scar, every line, the crooked shape of his nose from the Wampa attack, and the fact that his body was vastly different than it had once been—would you have liked him better when he was 19, fresh-faced, and still had both hands?—he could sense how mesmerized you were, the unbridled joy and excitement in the pit of your stomach from being this close to him, the absolute devotion you had for him. As your hand moved from his hair to rake your nails lightly down his neck and chest, he shuddered through what was almost a weak sob as he pressed a desperate kiss to your lips.

Your hand stopped at the sash near his waist. “Can I…?”

He managed a breathless yes, followed by an oh, Maker as his shirt fell open and your fingers wandered over his lightning scars. It was like you were seeing the ocean, snow, or a rainstorm for the first time, and his knees nearly buckled when you pressed a featherlight kiss to his collarbone.

In an attempt to steady himself against you, his hand touched your lower abdomen where it had been hovering. You gasped, pressing your face into the juncture of his neck and shoulder. He gently played with the waistband of your underwear, tilting his head to murmur, “May I?” in your ear.

You nodded against him and he slowly hooked his finger under the fabric as he nuzzled into you, bumping your hair out of the way with his nose and sucking a light mark into your neck. As he slid your underwear down your legs with your help, he couldn’t help but fall even more in love with how easy and natural it was with you. He had never done this before—not just with you, but with anyone—because no one had captured his interest the way you had. It was as if his body knew what to do of its own accord, because falling for you was not falling—it was rising, watching the foundation lay itself while the walls of the home he found in you gently revealed itself through the fog of pain and loss, already built and ready and waiting to welcome him.

You turned to kiss him, your hands cradling his face in a way that sent a chill through him as you stepped out of your underwear. Unsure what to do, he pressed them into your hand, groaning when you slid them into the same pocket as his glove. A smile played on the edge of his lips as he carefully slid a digit into you. “Are those mine now?”

You nodded, leaning your head back against the rock and moaning so loud he felt his cock twitch in his now-straining pants. His own head tilted back and his eyes rolled back into his head at the feel of you around his finger. He again felt you projecting to him, felt your pleasure, felt the tension build even more in the bottom of your stomach as he pumped his hand in and out.

“Maker,” you mumbled as his thumb circled your clit.

Putting his lips next to your ear, he whispered, “I love your noises.” He nibbled and sucked lightly on your earlobe, releasing you long enough to shake his head and swallow a moan as you palmed his growing erection. “Not yet. This is about you right now.”

“But—”

“Let me take care of you.” He left a lingering kiss on your lips as he brought his finger out to play lazily with your entrance. “Please.”

You nodded, letting your hands roam over his bare chest. “I…need more, please.”

He felt your disappointment and emptiness as he removed his hand completely. He hoisted your legs up onto either side of his waist, watching with hungry eyes as the movement made the skirt part even more and he could finally see just how perfect you were. He held you steady, sandwiching you between himself and the rockface before kissing you again. “You’re so beautiful…You have no idea how perfect you are.”

“I can—” he cut you off with another kiss as you played with his hair, “I can feel you…through the Force, it’s—”

“I know. I can, too.” He searched your eyes for a moment before leaning into the feeling even more. Your skin tingled all over your body, your entrance throbbing and in need of him as the butterflies built in your stomach to a maddening pace. He could tell you wanted him to take the lead and he was more than happy to oblige. “Now,” he took the finger that had been inside you into his mouth, closing his eyes and sighing at how you tasted against his tongue, “tell me—please—is this for me, too?”

The visual only pushed you further toward your edge as you nodded vigorously.

His fingers hovered over your entrance, almost touching, but not quite. “I wanna hear that sweet voice say it.”

You stuttered out a breath. “Yes—yes, it’s all yours.”

“Good girl.” He kissed you again, this time inserting two fingers and pushing you further and further, occasionally rubbing your clit with his thumb before adding his ring finger. “Let me hear those pretty sounds.”

You let your body take control, not worrying about the noises escaping you as you bucked against his hand, bumping his cock in the process.

He groaned, leaving hot, open-mouthed kisses against your neck between pants and nibbles, moaning after every noise he evoked from you as he pumped his fingers faster. “I’ve thought about this so long—so many times, you have no idea,” he began to ramble and could sense you wondering if he was also closer to his own orgasm than you thought just from your pleasure alone. “I am.” He took your earlobe between his teeth before licking a strip just beneath your ear. “This is what you do to me, how much you mean to me, how much I love you.”

You gripped him as hard and close as your hands would allow. “M-maker, Luke, I’m…I’m…”

“Come for me, sweetheart.”

You climaxed with a noise that surprised even you. Luke kissed you again, desperate to feel even closer than he was now, sinking further into your Force bond in a desperate attempt to wrap himself up in you so completely that he couldn’t tell where you stopped and he began.

As you came down from your high, gasping for breath and holding him ever closer, he ignored his own need to fully take in your blissed-out state as you collapsed against his chest. He gripped your legs tighter against his waist, burying his face in your blowing hair and letting the familiar smell wash over him. He pulled back to look at you, gently stroking the backs of his fingers against your cheek, letting his thumb graze over your temple. “Are you all right?”

You nodded, pressing your forehead against his. “That was…” You met his eyes and laughed breathlessly.

He smiled. “Perfect.”

You laughed and the sound sent a shockwave through his body. “Yeah.” He leaned into your touch as you cupped his face between your hands, groaning against your lips and pressing his midsection further into yours as you kissed him. “Now let’s take care of you.” You yanked his hair to lean his head back, mouthing at the warm skin of his neck. “I wanna feel you.”

He gasped. “Are you,” he swallowed hard, weaving his fingers into your hair and holding tightly to you as he took a few steps away from the rocks, “are you sure?”

You met his gaze and nodded, making a bolt of pleasure shoot through him. He closed his eyes, pressing his forehead to yours before reaching his hand towards his nearby pack. Using the Force, he spread out his cloak on the soft grass, gently moving to lay you down on top of it. He climbed over top of you, brushing your hair away from your face in a gesture so tender, he could feel your body tremble both against him and through the Force. “Maker,” he sighed as your nails lightly raked down his chest again, moving his shirt open more to give you easier access.

It took all his strength and restraint not to collapse into you as you undid his belt, pulling it free from the loops and throwing it to the side. As your hands made quick work of his buttons, he stuttered out an I love you, breathing in your returned I love you, too like air for a drowning man—

—A sharp series of whistles and beeps snapped him out of his slumber so hard, it felt like the wind had been knocked out of him. Luke panted and looked around the walls of his bedroom in the Redeemer and screwed his eyes shut, throwing his head against his very lonely bed in frustration. One of Artoo’s socket arms was pushing against Luke’s bare abdomen where it hung precariously over the edge of the bed.

Luke rolled so he was no longer at risk of falling out. “T-thanks, Artoo,” he breathed, his voice a pitch higher than usual. “Can—can you, um…” he swallowed hard and panted, “just give me a minute?”

Artoo tittered before wheeling out the door.

“Shut the door behind you!”

As soon as he was safely alone, he frantically undid the button of his pants, shucking them down his thighs as reality sprung back to him with startling force. The two of you were aboard the Redeemer, returning to the rebel base with several Force artifacts in tow after escaping a deranged inquisitor who had tortured and drugged you to cut off your connection to the Force. Based on Artoo’s findings during the journey home, the drug caused powerful hallucinations as a side effect. The Empire had been experimenting with it just before its fall, so the effects of the cool-down period weren’t entirely known, but “possibly includes temporarily heightened Force sensitivity.”

Before he could worry too long about whether he’d accidentally projected any of his dream to you—or whether this was even originally your dream that you had projected to him—his need took over. He took himself in his hand and began pumping up and down furiously, biting down on the forefinger of his cybernetic to stifle his noises. Your name escaped him several times in a strangled whimper as he led himself to his finish, releasing more than he ever had before.

As he released his hand from his teeth, he could see bite marks against his tanned skin and realized he still felt you just as strongly through the Force—more specifically, still felt your pleasure. As he realized what you were likely doing, he pulled back and did his best to shut himself off from your connection. As much as he hated doing so, he could feel his own arousal trying to climb yet again at the feeling of yours. Did this mean you had shared the same dream due to your heightened Force sensitivity? Or were you just taking care of yourself of your own accord?

He was almost tempted to tap back into your connection to see if he could figure it out—but only almost. He wouldn’t invade your privacy that way. However, no matter how much he tried to separate himself, your intensified connection was too strong. He raced over to his pack lying against the far wall, took out the Force suppression cuffs you had nabbed from Tangzhen’s things, and slapped them on his wrists. They were originally only intended for use if the drug didn’t work, but they would do for his current purposes.

He let out a breath as he fired them up and felt them take effect, simultaneously breathing a sigh of relief and hating the emptiness he now felt in the spot you usually occupied. It reminded him almost too much of the ordeal you’d both survived and he shuddered, forcing himself to grab some tissues from his dresser to clean himself up. He peeked his head out his bedroom door, rushing to the refresher once he confirmed the coast was clear. He splashed some cold water from the sink on his face, running his damp fingers through his hair. Leaning his forehead against the cold mirror, he sighed—this was going to be a long night cycle.

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limnsaber · 7 months

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Thinking about SOON I’LL BE DEAD, AND YOU WITH ME. Do you think part of Luke died on that Death Star? Do you remember when, in a fit of rage, he battered Vader to the ground, and did unto his father as his father did to him? Do you remember the expression on his face, and how his cybernetic hand tightened almost of its own accord, as he realized everything that was done? And the meaning of it all?

Do you remember how he sheathed his lightsaber, and what he said when he tossed it aside?

Was that it? Was that the death? Was he reborn, the same as Vader was?

#Sundrawn #lim posts #what THE FUCK is up with Star Wars and death and rebirth #<- possessed by the muses. I gotta write about Star Wars and the Cave next god fucking damn it #(enjoying it)

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bsxcrxts · 4 months

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a drabble about luke jerking off with his prosthetic hand for the first time?

hehe thank you for this prompt anon!

Sensation, 300 words. Minors DO NOT INTERACT!

Luke is ambidextrous. And it's lucky that it he is, because the situation he's in now would be even more terrible if he wasn't.

It's true that he used to favor his right hand, but ever since he's had the cybernetic, he hesitates. He's hesitating now. Sure, the synthskin looks the same, can feel pain and sensation the same, but something about it is just ever so different.

It's all in my head, Luke reasons. It's only because he knows it's not his original flesh and blood hand that he feels inclined to delay his ministrations. That's all.

That's all, he thinks, as he runs his hand over his clothed, hard cock and lets out a moan.

He's not wearing underwear; the thin sleep pants slung low on his waist are barely a barrier between his hand and his hardness. There's a minuscule temperature difference between his real skin and the synthetic stuff– he wouldn't notice if he wasn't paying such close attention, but the synthetic is cooler, and though he recognizes the new hand as his own, it feeds into a fantasy that someone else is touching him.

Someone like you.

It's not his fault his mind concocts the most alluring dreams of you. He wishes desperately he could wake up to you lying next to him, that you would be the one slipping your hand inside of his pants and touching his dick.

Luke heaves a shaky sigh and pulls himself from his pants, not bothering to tug the elastic waistline further than his thighs. He shudders as he teases the tip of his own cock, obscenely running the head between his curled index and middle finger before taking himself fully in his hand, slicking himself as he leaks, imagining you instead.

This would have to be enough.

#luke 💛#becca's bs #luke skywalker smut #luke skywalker x reader

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sonofthedunes · 9 months

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as promised, the first one-shot i’ve written for this blog! let me know what you think. minors dni, etc.

Set just after the end of The Empire Strikes Back.

who says you cannot hold the moon in your hand?

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He won’t tell you what happened, exactly. No one will. All you know is that the Princess and Governor Calrissian found him clinging for dear life to the antenna at the bottom of Cloud City: bruised, bleeding, soaked in sweat…and missing his right hand.

It had been promptly replaced, of course, on the Alliance’s medical frigate. An Antilles BioGen L-980, one of the finest cybernetics on the market, now occupies the end of his wrist. To the average observer it looks no different than his remaining flesh hand; it serves all the same functions as the appendage he’s lost, thanks to the implanted neurochip. But every time he gazes on it when he thinks you aren’t looking, flexes the fingers and frowns, you know he feels it. The phantom pain, the sense of “othering,” the clear demarcation of his life into before and after. You know of course that he’s still Luke Skywalker, the Rebellion hero and the man you love-but something in him has changed fundamentally since that rescue, and that cybernetic hand is a constant reminder.

You can’t magically heal his anger or sadness. You can’t force him to tell you everything he’s done since you parted on Hoth. If the Force is with the Rebellion, there will be plenty of time for that in the future. But what you can do is help him forget for a few precious hours. To remind him that he is loved, no matter what scars or wounds he bears.

And where better to start than the hand?

You begin very slowly, there in the privacy of his quarters: it seems the most natural thing in the galaxy to pick up his artificial hand and methodically kiss every fingertip. The palm follows the fingers, right over his lifeline. You kiss just hard enough to be felt, but softly enough to entice. Under your lips whirr machinery where once was bone and muscle, and the synth skin isn’t quite as warm as real flesh…but you find you don’t really care.

If Luke’s face is any indication, though, he certainly does. He watches your motions apprehensively, brows knit over those clear blue eyes. “You don’t have to do this,” he protests.

“But I want to,” you reply, already moving on to his wrist.

“Love…” he cuts himself off and sighs-partly out of frustration, partly because your lips are resting on the tattooing pulse of his forearm. “I just…I’d rather not think about it.”

“But you do. I know you do.” Pausing in your ministrations, you sit back on the bed and regard him thoughtfully-as thoughtfully as two people in their military undergarments (tank tops and briefs) can hold eye contact. “Luke, I promise you I’m not repulsed by your hand. Oh, it upset me at first, knowing how much pain you were in. But now it’s…just a hand.” You massage it gently. “It’s part of you. And I don’t pick and choose the parts I love.”

He sighs again, curling his cybernetic fingers around yours. “I know. And sometimes I almost believe it. But when I catch myself looking at it for too long, or my grip is too tight, it all comes flooding back.”

“…Will you ever tell me? How it happened, I mean?”

Luke’s eyes are trained on you, but in that moment he’s looking beyond you to somewhere dark. Cold. “Someday. But not now,” he murmurs. His left hand sweeps a few tendrils of hair from your face. “I don’t want to think about it now.”

You smile and lift his right hand to your lips again, a motion that causes pink to bloom in his cheeks. “Well, what do you want, Luke?” you ask, as if the desire wasn’t already swimming in your veins.

Swallowing in a dry throat, muscles tensing, he responds in a low voice: “I want to touch you.”

There’s another part to that request which remains unspoken, but you understand it nonetheless. Keeping a sure grip on the mechno-hand, you press it to your cheek. “Like this?” you inquire. He dips his chin in a nod.

Thus encouraged, you guide the hand from your face to your collarbone. “And this?” you prompt. Another nod, accompanied by a rather breathy “yes.”

And Maker, the shuddering exhale that leaves him when the synth flesh meets your clothed breast. “Is this all right?” you manage, voice wavering as he hesitantly squeezes.

Luke dispenses with words then, leaning forward and kissing you with a measured, smoldering hunger. You groan a little in surprise, pressing your mouth eagerly to his and throwing your arms around his toned shoulders. In doing so, of course, you let go of his cybernetic…and almost of its own accord, it wanders lower.

A feather light touch swipes across your underwear, and you break the kiss with a squeak. Two pairs of eyes blown to black meet, two pairs of lips slightly parted pant, and Luke jerks his hand away as if he’s been burned. “Sorry,” he mutters. “ ‘M sorry. I thought…”

You shake your head. “It’s okay. It’s okay,” you repeat, nuzzling him briefly. Flesh fingers find mechno, intertwine in reassurance.

His shoulders visibly relax. “Please, let me take care of you,” he entreats.

“With this hand?”

“Yeah. Wanna fuck you with it. Wanna watch you come on it,” he breathes, the faint blush now vivid twin firespots.

“Oh, starboy…” you coo, knowing how much effort those words demanded from him. “I want your beautiful fingers in me so, so much.”

It’s always a clumsy affair, wriggling out of standard-issue Alliance briefs (the least sexy garment in this or any galaxy). Yet you manage, and Luke can’t hold back a moan when you recline and part your legs to show him how wet you already are. “Fuck, is that all for me?” he says in wonder, crawling closer.

“Only for you,” you promise, taking his mechno-hand in yours once more. With patience and affection you clasp it for a heartbeat or two; then, at long last, you lead him to the valley of your cunt, the tips of his middle and index rubbing the dew before they slip inside.

This hand has never explored you before, but it knows just what to do. Those long thick fingers crook against your walls, caressing the warm gripping heat as they pump in a steady rhythm. You throw your head back on the pillow and whine, fire already building in your lower belly. “Yes, yes, darling boy, fuck me just like that,” you beg. “Oh Luke, I missed you.”

“Missed you too,” he groans, completely devoted to his task. He huffs your name, followed by a curse you think may be Huttese. “You’re so tight for me, fuck. Are you sure I’m not-“

“No! N-no, you’re fine.” Far from the cybernetics battering you, they apply just the right amount of pressure, of intensity. You lift your head then to look at him, your gorgeous boy, thrusting his fingers into your pussy with a furrowed brow and teeth set into his bottom lip. His flesh hand steadies him, his nostrils flare, a thin sheen of sweat glimmers. And-ah, there it is, his cock straining and leaving a damp stain on his own briefs. The very idea that this foreign intruder to his body is bringing you such pleasure shocks and arouses him all at once. He knows you mean it, these exclamations of joy, your eyes rolling back, your hips bucking to meet the busily working machine with truly obscene squelching noises. It’s not enough to fully eradicate the darkness preying on the edges of his mind, but it lights a tiny candle of hope. And he’s more than willing to accept it.

“Luke! Oh Luke, don’t stop,” you whimper as he twists his wrist, searching for that special spot.

He grins then, genuinely, for the first time in Force knows how long. “Is that good, baby?” he questions rhetorically.

“Ah-aah, you feel so…” Your caravan of thought derails as he locates the spongy patch high up in your secret place and deftly presses. Uttering a thin, pitchy cry, your back arches and your own hands grip the sheets. “Fuck! Oh Maker, oh…”

He grunts with the exertion and in satisfaction too, teeth gritted now, fully hard in his briefs like an overexcited teenager. “A-are you close?” he asks hoarsely.

“Uh-huh” is all you can manage as you rapidly ascend the dizzying heights, your world shrinking to the motion of his hand and the sound of his voice.

“Let go,” Luke urges, his order trembling beyond his control. Control is about to leave this room entirely. “Come for me, sweet girl. Soak my fuckin’ hand, I want to see it.”

And those words might have been sufficient on their own, but when he brings his thumb to your swollen clit and forms the tiny rapid-fire circles that never fail to light up every synapse…that’s it. You can’t hold out any longer, and with a choked sob you break, spiraling off into a void where no feeling exists but bliss, and no Galactic Empire can ever harm you.

You’re only faintly aware of Luke withdrawing his fingers as you sprawl across the mattress, heart pounding and breathing harsh. The sheets rustle as he lays himself next to you, a lightness in his face that hadn’t been there before. “Look,” he remarks, holding up his cybernetic for your inspection. Gleaming on the two fingers he’d just used, trickling down his wrist and forearm all the way to the bend of his elbow, your spend proves you heeded him well. A half-smile quirks one corner of his mouth. “So I guess you don’t mind it after all. My hand, I mean.”

Chuckling tiredly, you roll onto your side and kiss his cheek. “I told you! You just didn’t believe me,” you counter. “I love you, Luke-all of you.”

“And I love you, more than anything.” This time he seeks your mouth, and you happily surrender it. In the course of your kiss he shifts closer to you, craving the silk of your hair and the velvet of your bare arms-but accidentally brushes the bulge in his briefs against your thigh. A slightly pained “mmph!” vibrates through your teeth, and your lips curve amusedly.

“You want to me to take care of that?” you posit as the two of you slowly pull apart. “One good turn deserves another.”

Luke shakes his head as he flops onto his back, golden hair fanned against the pillow. “In a minute. I think we could both use a break.”

You follow him and settle your head on his chest, hand coming to rest over his strong, blessedly beating heart. “I think you’re right,” you agree quietly. Hell, the entire damn universe could use a break. And one day it would arrive-but until then, you think as your lover slings his arm over your back and pecks the crown of your scalp, already anticipating the pleasure to come, this isn’t so bad.

#luke skywalker #luke skywalker x reader #luke skywalker smut #c writes #god i haven’t published any writing in years i’m nervous af

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thecaptainoutoftime · 11 months

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“Good. You're hate has made you powerful. Now fulfill your destiny, and take your Father's place by my side.”

*Luke looks at Vader’s severed cybernetic hand and then looks at his own. He then closes down his Lightsaber and throws it away*

“Never. I'll never turn to the Dark Side. You've failed, your Highness. I am a Jedi, like my Father before me.”

“So be it... Jedi!”

Happy 40th Anniversary to Return of the Jedi

May 25th 1983-May 25th 2023

#Return Of The Jedi #ROTJ #Star Wars #Luke Skywaker #Han Solo #Leia Organa #Princess Leia #Darth Vader #Emperor Palpatine #Chewbacca #C-3PO #R2-D2 #Lando Calrissian #Jabba the Hutt #Mark Hamill #Harrison Ford #Carrie Fisher

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iconuk01 · 7 months

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Star Wars - Dark Droids 2

And this Star Wars story takes a perhaps inevitable, lurch into body horror and just GENERAL horror

A constantly "hungry" electronic sentience known as the Scourge is quietly taking over droids across the Galaxy, seeking to spread it's existence as far as possible. Both the Empire and Rebels are targetted though they remain mostly unaware of the threat.

The Scourge also wants to be able to possess an organic brain, to allow it to spread further, but is having issues.

Part of it's existence was, a long time ago, imprisoned by the Sith, and as such it seeks to undertsand the Force, which it knew hirt it once, and might do so again.

One of it's most useful bodies is that of See-Threepio, who now seeks to use the fact no one knows he is part of the Scouge, as an information gathering droid.

And now we get into the horror aspect, so I'm putting this under a cut, proceed at your own risk!

Because the Scourge has some... challenging ideas about cyborgs

Like how to make your own! Cyborgs tend to be humans who are technologically augmented, but doesn't that mean the reverse could also be true?

Especially if you a near infinite number of droid bodies, and a lot of disposable human prisoners on the Star Destroyer it's taken over completely.

ICK!! ICK!! ICK!! and DOUBLE ICK!!

(Note, Scourge/Threepio had just launched Artoo out an airlock as, whilst he could be possessed, it's unikely he could be possessed subtly, and it wants to stay subtle for now, which is also the only reason Luke is still alive)

Interesting that Luke doesn't see himself as a cyborg, when he really is. His prosthetic hand replaces his normal hand perfectly, which is pretty much the definition of cybernetics.

And this is definitely a case where "I want him for his mind" has distinctly sinister implications.

Writer: Charles Soule

Art: Luke Ross

#star wars #dark droids #tw: horror #tw: body horror #tw: gore #luke skywalker #See-Threepio

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rubixcubi · 26 days

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luke and castin both having a disability that affects their perception of/interaction with the world and with themselves,,, i'm crying,,,

OUGH TY I’m so glad you picked up on that! Twi’lek lekku are prehensile and extremely sensitive, not to mention they have their own sign language that requires their lekku to communicate and signal their feelings non-verbally, AND part of their skull/brain is stored in the base of the lekku! (also their sensitivity lends themselves to being erogenous zones haha)

For him, having a short lekku is a lot like having an arm without a hand. Sure most of it is there, but WHERES THE REST DAWG

#Castin HEADcanons hahaha #Castin likes to wrap his lekku around Luke’s hands btw #it’s silly and makes him feel more connected #his cybernetic is detachable #but he usually only takes it off around people he trusts deeply #like Luke #Rubix answers #star wars #self insert #oc #twi’lek

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tatooineknights · 9 months

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if episode 3 anakin and episode 6 luke were to have a lightsaber duel-on even ground, neither having any injury or handicap apart from their cybernetic hands-who do you think would win?

Thank you so much for this ask because it gave me the excuse I needed to make these edits.

But now I get to be the bearer of bad news for my fellow Luke fans, because I do think, in a pure lightsaber duel without any father/son knowledge and confliction, Anakin would likely be the victor. He had over a decade of lightsaber and Force training with the best of the best. He's been a general in a war, been in so many battles, faced off many dangerous opponents. He can do a million cartwheels and flips like it's no biggie at all. This is also his prime. Whereas Luke, at this point, has maybe had one year total of pure training.

Note that I don't think using the Force is the same as "video game level ups" where more time automatically equals greater power. And because of that, I do think there is a chance Luke could win - mainly because he would likely not do anything too stupid whereas Anakin is a show off and could accidentally set himself up for a loss.

Another thing to point out is that at this point, Anakin would be much more likely to be going in for the kill, whereas Luke would be trying to disarm him, which would make the match much more uneven. It would be a great challenge and one that would be fun to see play out.

#anonymous #luke skywalker #anakin skywalker

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actualbird · 4 months

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what kind of card story or au would you like to see in the future? for me personally i would love a space au (and all the npcs could be robots or aliens and stuff), but im not sure if they would ever do it? they’ve given us plenty of events in the past so it would be neat to see one in the far future

also on the topic of aus i do enjoy the idea of every au date being their ancestors… the sort of red string of fate tying mc and the LIs together across time and space. i feel like it’s super romantic and I wish we would get even more references to these au dates in their stories

hope you’re having a great 2024!!!

ANON DO WE SHARE THE SAME BRAIN??? BECAUSE FOR THE LONGEST LONGEST TIME IVE BEEN BEMOANING TO MY TOT FRIENDS ABOUT HOW BADLY I WANT A TOT SCI FI AU!!!!!!!!!!!!

like as much as i like the historical AUs and the little hints they put here and there about them being past lives, all theyve done thus far is HISTORICAL AUs (including the dragonbreath one, fantasy historical but still PAST AESTHETIC) so it is time to stop looking into the past and look into the future. into the STARS. or into MECHAS. idc what it is, i just want SCI FI!!!

in a sci fi au i think luke would be so good as a human when cybernetic augmentations that he had to get due to a grizzly past working for the Space NSB. injuries compounded, and the need to get stronger and faster was heightened, so now hes half man half machine, and feels immense shame and self hatred for essentially being half man half living weapon. imagine mc re-meeting him after luke's disappearance and the childhood friend she grew up with on a small planet in the middle of nowhere, they reunite after years in a bustling space capital and suddenly that boy is spliced with cybernetics after seeing the horrors of space travel and war…….

imagine mc holding luke's cybernetic hand with the same kind of tenderness she'd hold his non-cybernetic one.........the same kind of warmth, as she doesnt think him any lesser, doesnt think him a monster for what hes done......AUGH

ive no idea what i'd assign the others in a sci fi au but itd be so cool. i want this so bad you have no idea

#asks #anon #//grips hyv. GIVE ME SCI FI OR GIVE ME DEATH

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se-agapo-skywalker · 3 months

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metal hand dilf shenanigans? I’m listening

:3c welcome and thanks for enabling me

Smutty headcanons below the cut:

In order for this to happen, obviously you'd have to be in a relationship--situationship?--with Luke first, or else he wouldn't do it. At all. Even if you had a one-time fling in his hut, the moment you reach out for his cybernetic, he'll quickly pull it away from you (if he doesn't still have his glove on already). That's private--he isn't ready for that level of intimacy, not yet.

You've seen Luke's cybernetic before plenty of times, but he's never touched you with it before. Holding hands is... not his style, unless you've somehow grown close to him. He'd have to warm up to you slowly: reluctantly, he'll let you touch his cybernetic with your own hand, intertwining your fingers with his metal ones. It's nice, nicer than he expected. Even though he can't quite feel the warmth of your flesh, he can still feel the emotional warmth--and, soon enough, he's ready for more.

The next time you venture into Luke's hut at night, you sense a strange anticipation in the Force. Perhaps he's meaning to approach you about something, as he's acting strangely shier than normal. He's always reserved, only speaking as much as he needs to as you're both undressing, but he seems... unsure. When you ask him what's troubling him, he merely responds by asking you--well, telling you--to lay down on the bed and spread your legs. He wants to try something.

You do as Luke asks without hesitation. This wouldn't be the first time you've done so; he always has a way of being so mysterious with you, and you tend to obey without question, knowing he only ever wishes to please you. You trust that's what he desires now.

Luke eyes your wetness and nods affirmatively. Slowly, he traces both his hands up the insides of your thighs, teasing your sensitive flesh with his fingertips as he inches closer and closer to your core. Interestingly, his metal hand is still gloved, touching you with the soft, cool leather. He doesn't speak at all; what he can't say with words, he says with his actions, but you can't quite decipher what he means to say now.

The thumb pad of his flesh hand moves to rub tight circles on your clit, setting a pace that already has you throwing your head back in pleasure. "M-Master..." you sigh, letting out a breathy moan.

A brief flash of a grin crosses Luke's face. What follows said grin is the cool touch of the leather glove covering his cybernetic, lightly tracing the outline of your labia.

"Is this... alright?" he asks, voice low and gravely. You nod, biting your lip as his index finger teases your entrance, and he finally presses inside. The fullness is different from his flesh hand, and the texture of the leather is quite the interesting sensation. You wriggle around beneath him to get a feel of how you want him to be inside you. Thankfully, you're wet enough for him to slip in rather easily, squelching softly as he moves further and deeper.

Luke raises an eyebrow at you and you nod, silently urging him to start moving. He withdraws his finger, and you suppress a whine, only for him to add one more as he begins thrusting in and out. Left hand still working at your clit, both hands move in harmony as they ravish you with electric pleasure--you hadn't previously known of his ambidexterity, but kriff, if you aren't enjoying it.

Long and thick fingers curl within you, hitting that special spot that has you gripping the sheets and cursing to the wind. The speed of his cybernetic is unmatched; his flesh hand has its perks, but what he's able to accomplish with the metal hand is unheard of.

You clench around Luke, fingers still snugly wedged within you, treating them like you would treat his cock. He's unable to actually feel the sensation with this hand, but sensing the resistance, he presses on, this time adding another finger. It's too much--the stretch, coupled with the sensation of him playing with your clit--that it's almost unbearable. He's fully fucking you with his hand, the force of his thrusts making your body shake and your tits bounce (a sight he certainly enjoys seeing, even if he doesn't outwardly express that).

Luke's face remains unchanging as you write beneath him, coming apart with a cry more akin to a scream--you're sure the caretaker village knows exactly what you're doing, or at least the porgs do. He doesn't care in the slightest.

Once your contractions have finished, Luke pulls out his fingers, now soaked with your arousal, and brings them to your panting lips.

"Clean it."

#my inbox is open #luke skywalker smut #luke skywalker x reader #luke skywalker x afab!reader #dilf!luke skywalker #me when old man #happy birthday queen 🥳

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