#luke skywalker fic

[lex-the-flex]

Cosmic Veins

Luke Skywalker x reader

Summary: Rekindling after an unfortunate assignment, Luke devotes himself as the wonderful man that he is to strengthen your relationship, and fulfills only a fraction of his destiny.

Word Count: 2.5k

Warning(s): MEGA FLUFF, the reader and Luke just being in love, all the feelings; (both good & bad), mentions of amnesia, the reader + Luke being slightly insecure about the future, just two Jedi in their prime, Luke being a dutiful Jedi Master, the duo discovering their love languages, 18 + – PURE SMUT, loss of virginity (reader), oral f! receiving, body + skin appreciation, and unprotected sex. (wrap it before you tap it, kids)

A/N: It’s about time that I wrote for Luke! It’s been a hot minute and I love this man so much. 18+ FIC, MINORS DNI!! Thank you to @dailydragon08 for the AMAZING lines to kick off the smut. You're an absolute god! Feedback is always appreciated and enjoy!

Salt and lavender lingered through the air whilst the calming sounds of Naboo’s endless waves turn your room into the private sanctuary it was meant to be. The sun threatens to peek over the horizon of the still ocean while you stir in your sleep beneath the fresh silk bedding. Turning your head into the layers of plush pillows, your brows scrunch at the visions behind your eyes. Jolting awake, you gasped for air, praying that the dreams would soon end. 

The conflict finally subsided in the past, but the wounds remain on your heart. Luke had returned from the Dark Side, from the vile control of an evil presence that you never got to meet. Unfortunately, when Leia couldn’t find it in herself to fight her own brother, her twin, you were put on the chopping block. 

And it nearly cost your life. You were thrown into a coma for two months, but the worst part: you suffered from a miniscule moment of amnesia. You couldn’t remember anything about Luke Skywalker or your friends. Luckily they refused to give up and you recovered in time with the Rebellion by your side. Once you did, Leia immediately prompted a change of scenery for you and Luke. The two of you needed to get away from everything to heal. 

Removing your hand from your chest, you ran it along the empty side of the bed where you expected Luke to be. But he wasn’t. He refused to sleep in the same bed as you, in fear of hurting you, so he took to the marble floor. Gazing over to his usual spot on the floor by the changing screen, the makeshift bedding was messy, and he was gone. Twirling the engagement band around your ring finger, you fixate on the pale amethyst encased in silver within the dim light, and you remember why Luke gave it to you in the first place.

Wiping your face, you spotted your dark ebony robes neatly folded on the desk, and the room’s scents kickstarted the day. So with a heavy sigh, you quietly got dressed, and your faithful handmaid, Winter, brought you breakfast and to announce that Luke promptly requested to see you on the beach. You could feel that something was different in the air; he had good news to share, and a smile finally filled your lips for the first time in a long time. Descending the stone steps of the courtyard to the beach, you finished your early breakfast and discarded the pear’s core amongst the flower bushes where it would be finished by the sparrows momentarily. 

Rounding the corner, you spotted Luke amongst the dawn as your boots crunched the pebbled sand below. Noticing that he was deep in a meditative state, you quietly kept your distance, not wanting to disturb him. Glancing back towards the staircase, you thought about leaving for a second, but your feet remained planted.

“No, don’t go. You’re as strong as the waves, Y/N.” 

Inching closer to Luke, a large smile overtakes his lips, and he closes his arms around you. Feeling yourself let go in his embrace, his warmth was comforting as if it was something you were missing. Basking in your company, Luke kisses your forehead. 

“Everything alright? You’re trembling.” He asks, running his hands up and down your arms. 

“I’m fine, Luke. I just couldn’t sleep, that’s all.” You reply, gazing into his blue eyes. 

“Are your dreams still bothering you?” He asks. 

Raising his hand to your temple, Luke silently begins to peer into your mind, ready to discover what’s troubling you. But you take his gloved hand in yours instead. 

Rubbing your knuckles, he quietly understands that your nightmares are at their end, as is the shared exile. 

“They’re not the worst thing I’ve dealt with. Trust me.” You smirk. 

Chuckling at your response, Luke shields his eyes at the sight of the morning sun starting to peer out from under the waves. Basking in your company, Luke clasps his hands around your shoulders and a burst of excitement fills his face. 

“So, I have a small surprise for us, Y/N. Before my security team arrived, my Commander told me that he discovered something just off the coast.” Luke explains, leading you further down the beach. 

“A surprise sounds lovely, Luke. Besides, it gives us a chance to evade the power hungry Senators and staff for once.” You laugh at Luke’s proposition. 

Following Luke towards the end of the beach, the various oak trees start to blend with the damp sand and pebbles. Reaching the beginning of Naboo’s uncharted woods, the sight of a few broken rock walls line the shore before descending into the water. Taking in the new beauty of the planet’s nature, Luke playfully covers your eyes, careful not to spoil the surprise. 

“Are you ready? We’re here.” He teases. 

“Yes! The suspense is killing me, Luke! What is it?” You ask, trying to break his fingers apart. 

Removing his hands, you’re suddenly greeted with the view of an old and abandoned stone tower jutting out from the water. Surrounded by a ring of ferns and moss, the tower perfectly camouflages in the rest of the planet's green fauna. 

Your jaw nearly hits the floor at this awesome sight. Sure you and Luke had discovered many old ruins in the past, but nothing compared to this. 

“It’s an old lookout tower. Long before the Clone Wars, Naboo’s trading system used to operate on its soldiers living in lookout towers. Commander Uphsur said that this is only one of two remaining. I've already taken a look at the other one, but there’s something special about this tower. Like it’s calling to me.” Luke confidently explains. 

Refusing to believe him, you shoot him a nasty look. 

“Did you just make that up?” You question, crossing your arms together. 

“Yeah, I just made that up.” Luke nods, admitting his defeat. 

Nudging his elbow, you both smile at his joke. 

“Alright, Master Jedi, how are we getting across? We could jump.” You advise. 

Climbing to the top of a small boulder, Luke offers his hand and you join him, getting a better view of the tower. Then, without thinking, he dives into the cold water and resurfaces with a gasp for fresh air. 

“Luke, what are you doing? You’ll catch a cold!” You shout, hesitant about jumping in. 

“Come on, the water’s only a little chilly! Let’s enjoy the ocean while we can!” He emphasizes, wiping his wet hair from his face. 

With a deep breath, you launch yourself from the boulder and jump into the salty water below. Whining at the freezing water, the sound of Luke’s laughter fills the nature sanctuary. 

“Oh, you liar! You actually thought swimming during the spring would be a good idea?!” You shout, frantically swimming towards Luke. 

“I had to get you to join me somehow.” Luke replies at his victory. 

Splashing a wave in Luke’s direction, he uses the Force to block the water before meeting up at the base of the tower. 

“Now that’s cheating! How dare you block my shot!” You say, making your way to the tower. 

“Don’t doubt my abilities, Y/N! Besides, we all could use some fun in our lives.” Luke answers, extending his hand down to you. 

Joining your palm around Luke’s, he pulls you from the stream, satisfied with his trick. Shaking your drenched robes, you scoff at the foggy weather. Opening the old door, Luke rams his shoulder, cracking the weather wood in the process. Wandering inside the tower, the blinding light of the morning sun shines on the light grey stone flooring. 

Squinting inside, the once lived in tower remains empty with nothing inside. Squeezing your braid, you try to get as much of the water out as you make a circle around the room’s interior. Scrunching your brows, you take in the emptiness of this place, wondering as to why Luke brought you here. 

“There’s nothing in here. Why are we here, Luke?” You ask, unlatching your heavy cloak from your shoulders. 

Standing above the remnants of an destroyed tiny desk, Luke wipes off his dusty gloves. 

“Can’t I spend some time with my fiancée before we return to Ossus? That’s all I want right now.” Luke replies, with his back to you. 

“Luke, why are we here?” You ask again with a more serious tone, determined to get an answer. 

Turning to face you, Luke steps toward you, stopping to look you in the eye. 

“I couldn’t have the Senators and the others in the Palace eavesdrop. I already feel like a foreigner in my mother’s domain and you know I’m right. The truth is, I’m scared, Y/N. I’m terrified of what the future will bring …especially after I hurt you. I nearly killed you with my own hands and I wasn’t myself.” Luke’s shaking voice makes tears fill your eyes. 

A lump rises in the back of your throat whilst Luke bends his head down to you, almost as if he’s bowing to you out of respect. Taking your hands in his, he guides his thumb over the engagement ring he gifted to you out of pure duty. 

“But I’m here. I’m alive and stronger than ever because of you, Luke. I know the gem doesn’t feel like much, but it means the world to me. It means you love me with all our heart. I’ve never had anyone step up the way you have, regardless if they were a Jedi or not. You are your father’s son, Luke, but you are so much like your mother.” You explain, taking Luke’s face in your hands, with your eyes fixated on his facial features. 

“Will this change us from our paths, Y/N? I’ve gone past the Code. I’ve been on both sides of the Jedi Way, but this feels different from anything else I’ve felt before. Even though we aren’t meant to know the future, I can’t help but decide what I want, what I need.” He explains, walking closer to you.

Placing your hand in the center of his chest, Luke leans his forehead against yours, matching his heartbeat in time with your soothing rhythm. The pale amethyst beams up into Luke’s peripheral vision, allowing him to fully combat the moment. His bright icy eyes reflect against your e/c orbs just as his pink lips hover an inch above yours. 

The presence of his hands playing with your belt’s sash makes butterflies rise in your stomach. As the two of you stood here in this private intimate point in time, the two of you were no longer Jedi. But two people who are in love with each other to the very core. 

“What do you want?” You ask, raising your chin. 

Breathing out, Luke swallows his pride. 

“You.” 

Closing his lips around yours, you barely have time to register his answer as his hands begin to wander along your drenched robes. Roaming against the seams and stitching of the sash at your hips, Luke quickly rids you of the tight knot, while guiding you backwards into the growing sunspot. Discarding the ebony robes from your chilled form, freeing your exposed chest underneath. Descending your goosebumped filled body, Luke glides his lips along every part of your exposed skin, and tugs around the shape of your breasts, letting go once you begin to shiver unnaturally from the cold.

Untying your boots, he pulls your pants from your shaking legs, hoping to quickly get you warm. Ridding himself of his frigid clothes, Luke is suddenly hypnotized by the beauty of your nude form, his lips pressed along the crease of your hips, and continues towards the sensitive skin of your thighs. Collecting your throbbing folds in his lips, your mouth falls open just as Luke’s tongue plays with the bundle of nerves. 

Running your fingers through his dirty blonde hair, Luke inserts his tongue past your virgin entrance, hoping to explore all of you first. Moaning at this unfamiliar feeling, your fingers repeatedly scratch his scalp as the booming sound of your heartbeat fills your ears, drowning out every other sound. 

“Luke?” You call out. 

Immediately stopping, Luke stands up in a heartbeat and gives you all of his attention.

“Yes?” He responds, taking your chin in his hand.

“I need all of you.” You whisper before him. 

Collapsing your arms around his broad shoulders, your nearly exhausted pants fill the air. 

Deepening the kiss once more, Luke captures your taste in your mouth, before laying you down in the middle of the floor on top of his cloak. Hovering above your body, Luke gives you soft kisses along your jaw, allowing some of your tension to disappear. Closing the space between you, Luke guides your legs around his waist, opening yourself to him. Shifting yourself to get comfortable, Luke adjusts his weight to his knees, and presses his hands on either side of your face. 

“I don’t want to hurt you, Y/N.” Luke says, touching your nose with his. 

“You won’t, Luke. I trust you.” You whisper, closing your eyes. 

Capturing your neck with a series of kisses, Luke gently touches his manhood against your openings causing you to gulp at the sensation of it all. Teasing your throbbing folds with his erect tip, a gasp escapes your lips and you grip his broad shoulders at the unknown feeling of your bodies melting around each other. Your bundle of nerves soak up Luke’s warmth and he slowly thrusts himself past your entrance, Luke desperately wanted nothing more than to be deep inside of you, allowing you to surrender to his euphoria. Wincing at this foreign feeling, you lean into his arms, silently begging for support and Luke senses your growing desperation. 

“Are you alright? Do you want me to stop?” He asks into your ear. 

“No, I’m alright. Just keep going.” You answer. 

Smiling at your sudden boost of confidence, Luke quickened his pace, wanting to feel you around him. Trailing his lips down to your collarbones, the sweet sounds of your shared moans became more valuable than anything on Naboo. Gliding your hands down Luke’s muscular form, you suddenly became overwhelmed with all the love and lust in the world, causing a few tears to fall down your face. 

Pepper kissing your tears away, Luke’s lungs suddenly clogged with lust as he opened himself up to you, and he buried his face in the softness of your neck. Stretching himself out, you welcomed his pleasure into your heart as he placed his hand on your chest. Discovering your sensitive spot, you both moaned and whimpered at how good everything felt. Digging your nails deeper into Luke’s hot skin, you felt a fluttering in your stomach. 

“I’m here, Y/N.” Luke says as his voice echoes in your ears. 

Nodding at his declaration, you couldn’t handle the tension for a second longer, and your walls squeezed around Luke. Finishing after you, your whole body went numb and Luke’s ears started to ring. Shielding your nude skin from the cold, Luke pulled his cloak around tired body. Hugging his muscular form, the warmth of his cloak made your eyelids grow heavy as Luke gave you his arm to lay on.

“I’ll never stop loving you, Y/N. Even until the end of time.” Luke declares, brushing a few strands of hair away from your face. 

“I love you beyond the limits of stars, Luke.” You reply, feeling sleep take over your mind. 

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Depraved 😈

Summary: Cute straight outta the farm Luke Skywalker gets fucking destroyed by Han's sisterrrr

A/N: HEHEHEH it is written. Based off of @xstarkillerx fucking sexy audio. Here it is if you'd like to know how Luke sounded by the end of this fic. Mainly just porn, yk how I am 👺

ALSO YES READER IS HAN'S SISTER LEAVE ME ALONE

Warnings: slight corruption kink, virginity taking, p n v sex, blowjob, lots of my random jibberish tbh

Word Count: 2.4k

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“And we all know how many disappointed girls leave your room Han” You scoffed looking at your brother from across the table in laughter. “Excuse you, you little shit?” Han replied. Luke joined in on your laughing at Han. “And what would you know about pleasing a woman kid?” Han asked Luke slowly turning to look at him. Luke stopped laughing and blushed. “I know…enough” Luke replied his voice cracking in the middle of his sentence making you smirk. He always seemed so adorably innocent. “Like what?” Han continued. “Like-uhm…y’know Han if you’re so great at sex you tell me!” Luke demanded now becoming more defensive.

The blonde boy was now bright red trying to defend himself. “Luke Skywalker are you a virgin?” You giggled. His eyes widened as he glanced back at you. “W-What? No” He almost shouted the words at you both. “Y’know that is adorable kid” Han laughed getting up. “I’m not a virgin guys!” Luke shouted again still blushing profusely. “Continue to plead your case while I’m asleep,” Han said leaving the room. You grinned again turning your gaze back to nervous Luke. “I’m not a virgin” He whispered again.

You grinned leaning over and nudging him. “It’s not that big of a deal” You smiled. Luke ignored you and started fixing his hair. “Stop being a baby Luke, it’s cute how embarrassed you get over it,” You said. “I’m not getting embarrassed over it okay Y/N just stop” He complained before you kissed his cheek. He sucked in a tight breath at your affection. “What was that for?” “Cause I think you’re cute” You smiled before sitting shoulder-to-shoulder with him. “Are you being mean?” He pouted. You giggled and shook your head. “Course not Skywalker. Now can I kiss you or have you never done that either?” You questioned.

His silence gave you an answer. “Would it be okay if I kissed you, Luke?” You asked brushing his hair from his eyes. “Yes,” He nodded finally making eye contact with you. Leaning toward Luke you cupped his cheek with your palm and kissed him deeply. He let out a sharp inhale trying to reciprocate somehow. You pulled back slightly and examined his flushed expression. “Your lips are so soft” You whispered kissing him again and then again. The sweet affection made Luke nervous and slightly horny as his brain was dominated by arousing thoughts. Then you began giving him more passionate kisses sucking on his bottom lip.

After a while you straddled his lap, Luke gasped unsure of how to react. “Y/N” He breathed with a stutter. “Han could see” He worried glancing back at the door Han went through a few minutes ago. “I don’t care” You whispered meeting his lips again pushing his tongue past his lips eliciting a whimper from deep in his throat. “Let me take your virginity” You whispered grinding slowly against his crotch. “Would you like that Lukey?” You bit your lip seductively. “Mhm,” He whimpered nodding profusely. “Please Y/N” He whined.

He hesitantly took your hand in his interlocking your fingers making you smile. “Come” You whispered leading him across the Falcon to your bedroom Han had designated you years ago. All you had was a small cot designed for travelling and various decorations you’d improvised that were all from different planets you visited. Squeezing Luke’s hand you nodded for him to sit on the edge of the bed. You couldn’t get over his big dreamy eyes, and how he looked to you for attention. “You’re so handsome” You giggled moving his face to look at you before you eagerly jumped on his lap once again. “T-Thank you” He replied nervously returning your kisses.

The innocent boy beneath you froze up at the affection and kisses you laid upon his untouched skin. Luke attempted to return your heated kiss awkwardly trying to move his mouth as effortlessly as you did. “Luke?” You whispered pulling back. He opened his eyes again smiling at your beautiful frame in front of him, on him. He was almost honoured to have a woman so ethereal on him like this. “Are you okay?” You questioned watching his eyes become thoughtless and glazed with what you could only assume was lust.

“Yes” Was all he nodded before initiating another kiss. You began to rid your few layers of clothing piling them on the ground till you were left in only your bra. Then you descended your kisses from his lips, across his warm cheeks down to the soft skin of his neck while simultaneously grinding yourself across his bulge. The pressure of his hardened cock excited you as much as he excited himself. “Y/N,” He said your name with a pleading tone in his voice and a nervous voice crack. “Yes pretty?” You smirked sliding your slick tongue up his throat and sucking on his Adam's apple.

Luke replied with a breathy and stuttered moan. He held his hands firmly on the mattress not wanting to touch you in a way you wouldn’t like, although that would be impossible since you craved his hands all over you. You reached forward and took his big hands and placed them on your waist. He could’ve blacked out from the feeling of your tongue across his neck but he snapped out of his haze feeling your warm and inviting skin. “Touch me, Luke, touch me everywhere” You whispered unclipping your bra and adding it to the pile. His jaw almost dropped having seen you so bare in front of him.

“Never seen tits before huh?” You teased watching his eyes intently looking at your breasts. “You’re so p-perfect” He sighed leaning forward and kissing your chest. The confidence shocked you but you weren’t complaining as he kissed your right nipple and then your left. His mouth explored your soft peaks excitedly. “Good boy keep doing that” You sighed gripping his golden locks in one hand. It gave you butterflies when he paid extra attention to your nipples and you were obsessed with it. Luke would occasionally drag the tip of his tongue around your areola making you inhale sharply and whisper praise to him.

Though he could've done that all night he eventually pulled away and you took the opportunity to remove his shirts to reveal his toned abdomen. “I didn’t know farm boys worked out” You teased. “Sometimes” He grinned and you pecked his lips a few times running your nails across his ribs causing his laboured breaths to return. You rested your index finger under his chin and guided him to look at you. “Relax” You whispered slipping from your place on his lap to the floor between his legs.

“Y/N? What are you doing?” He asked. “Wanna suck your cock” You replied desperately nuzzling your nose into his bulge and licking him through his pants with need. “Mmm get these off” You begged and he nodded excitedly. Never once in Luke's life did he think a girl would do anything like this to him. As his pants and boxers joined the growing pile you pressed kisses along his thighs before touching his cock. He waited for you to say something not sure of what reaction a woman should have to seeing his dick like this. “It’s so pretty” was definitely not what he expected.

“M-Maker Y/N-d-darling” He stuttered when you swirled your tongue around his cock. Your eyes met his as you began swallowing him managing almost all of his pink cock down your throat. “Y/N fuck Y/N” He groaned swallowing hard trying to contain himself while you sucked on him. Drool ran down your chin and his cock while he covered his mouth in an attempt to shut himself up. Your pussy was so wet, throbbing for his thick cock to stretch you out. You craved him.

Luke gasped as you pulled away and watched you lick the string of drool attaching your swollen lips to his cock. He ached for more, desperate to cum for you “I need you, Luke, I need this big cock inside of me please” You whispered pushing him till his back was pressed firmly against the wall. “C’mere” He whined as you got back on top of him once more ridding your pants in the process. “Wow maker” He sighed realising what was about to happen. “Let me have you Lukey” You whispered and he felt like he couldn’t control himself. The way you looked at him when you said it drove him insane. “Yes, yes mhm please” He nodded making you smirk and holding his cock firmly.

“Relax, let me make you feel good” You continued rubbing the tip of his dick through your wet folds. He looked down now admiring your pussy and how wet it looked. Luke felt the overwhelming urge to taste it and suck on your clit till you begged for more. You let out a quiet moan as you rubbed him against your sensitive bud. Luke felt drunk on lust and didn’t know if he should watch the beautiful girl in front of him or her perfect little pussy. “Ready baby?” You teased pressing his leaking tip against your wet hole.

His breath was shakey as you pressed deeper. The feeling of your cunt swallowing his virgin cock made sparks erupt behind his eyes as he shut them. “So b-big Luke ah-” You sighed sitting on him full with his dick. Your praise made him blush even deeper. You lifted off his cock slightly before dropping back down. He gripped your hips harshly and whimpered admiring the way your breasts bounced in front of his face. As you began to roll your hips toward him he let out a cry of pleasure. Your pussy gyrated around his cock making him whimper once more.

“You feel so amazing Y/N” He sighed trying to fuck into you for more. “Fuck me, Luke. I want you to fuck me can you do that pretty?” You questioned. “Yeah mhm, I can” He nodded meeting your lustful gaze. The two of you swapped positions and he was eager to get back inside of your warm pussy. You laid your head on the stack of pillows while he struggled to put his cock in you again. “Here baby” You moved your hand down and spread your wet pussy wide corrupting his innocent eyes. “Right here” You guided his cock down till he understood nodding his head and shaking out his blonde locks. “So pretty Y/N” He mumbled fully shoving himself inside of you.

Luke had finally leaned down pinning you between his large biceps. He thrust back out before slamming in making you whine and arch your back at the feeling. “Just like that Lukey” “M’kay” He nodded continuing fucking you. He’d started watching himself disappear in and out of your tight cunt. You pulled him back to you to kiss him deeply. “S-So perfect” You whispered and he huffed in an attempt to respond.

He was completely lost in his own pleasure. Luke had attempted to be quiet and failed deciding he’d let you hear his depraved and breathy noises. Squeezing his eyes closed he began to rut more desperately finding his orgasm and chasing it with no idea of what he was doing. All the boy could think about was letting go finding the invigorating warmth he felt deep in the pit of his stomach, wanting to achieve pure ecstasy. His thick cock slammed in and out of you shamelessly until he stilled filling you with his creamy, virgin cum. Luke’s guttural whines reached their peak until he was only a breathy mess on top of you.

You’re eyes widened at the loss of your climax and the feeling of his. “S-Sorry” He sighed. “It’s okay Luke” You panted still catching your breath. After only a few seconds he lifted his head once more, golden strands stuck to his forehead as he restarted his relentless pounding into your pussy. “Luke!” You moaned not expecting it. “Ah!” He cried at the ache in his overstimulated cock. “I wan-wanna” He tried explaining but was cut off with a sharp gasp. As he fucked into you he couldn’t help but continue becoming so drunk on your pussy, he never wanted the feeling to stop.

The continuous sound of his desperate and needy whines soaked you even more. Luke attempted to talk moaning your name sporadically and trying to speak but it all became a jumbled mess. Drool began dripping against your tits as he lost focus of anything except pleasuring you. His horny cock was all both of you could think of “Fuck, Fuckkk” He cried out as you clawed his back even more. Wrapping your legs tighter around his waist he gasped and began letting out what almost sounded like sobs.

“Y/N, Y/N, baby” He begged desperately. The wet noises surrounding both of you were ungodly loud. “Good-good boy” You moaned arching into him wanting his cock even deeper in you. “Luke!” You cried wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling his open mouth into yours for a disgustingly wet kiss. You writhed beneath him desperate for his second load. Luke’s moans became filthier and more desperate as he sloppily rutted into you finishing deep in your pussy. “Luke, Luke baby holy shit” You whispered softly. You reached your climax at the same time your pussy pulsating around his cock while you let the irresistible pleasure wash over you. Hugging him close you rolled your hips into his dragging out the feeling for as long as possible.

He swallowed thickly and his hot breath tickled your neck. Composing yourself you threaded fingers through his hair and sighed. He rested his head on your heaving chest trying to lie with you in what tiny bed space you shared. “Did amazing for me sweetheart, that pretty cock is to die for” You giggled stroking his face. He hummed happily smiling into your tits. “I think I love you Y/N” He sighed. “I don’t think you’ll love me when Han beats your ass” You teased. “I don’t care about Han” He replied. “I think I love you too Luke, I also think we should do this more often” “Yes please”

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[fuckmyskywalker]

aaa!! love your stuff so so soo much. i wanna see Luke inherit his father’s skill for manipulation. obviously, with Luke, it’s from a totally kind-hearted place because he couldn’t bare to hurt you, but sometimes he needs to twist your mind a lil to get what he wants <4

CW: 18+, smut! Luke being manipulative yes, my babygirl. Oral sex (m).

a/n: HE TOTALLY DOES! This is for you my stargirl.

Seeing Luke cry was like an arrow straight to the heart.

“Don’t you love me?” He whispered, burying his face in his hands. His body was trembling, as if he was seconds away from breaking down, which was scary. Seeing every wall crumbling down just because of you, was terrible.

His face made you feel as if you were the villain of the story. The evil mistress who broke the young Skywalker’s heart. “Of course I love you.” You mumbled, staring at your own feet. His quiet sobs were painful. Taking shaky steps you stopped next to him, hesitantly sitting next to him on the couch. Touching him was like signing a death sentence.

And Luke Skywalker was the executioner. 

“If you loved me, you wouldn't leave me” He raised his head just the slightest bit so he could peer at you from between his fingers. Those piercing blue eyes were enough to make your knees buckle— and thank the Maker you were seated, or else the floor would gladly receive you.

His hand reached for yours and you didn’t dare to let go. It was like a vicious cycle. Breaking up because his love was like a tight rope around your neck, smothering you and choking you, until Luke came back crawling and asking for forgiveness for pushing you away with his possessiveness and sudden bursts of emotions. You had no idea where it came from, and you always wondered if it had to do with the lack of attention he had from a formal parental figure or his gloomy upbringing. 

“I'm trying to make things right Luke—” Your voice was soft, you hated confrontation and Luke knew it. It wouldn't be hard to convince you. “This… isn't fair for either of us”

Standing up and walking to your room was the wisest choice— but when it came to looking, all you could do to help yourself was allow him back into your life. It doesn't matter how many times you have done it, the situation repeats over and over until it feels more like a weekly thing, than something that should be avoided. Luke was aware of the fact. Anything of these was fair to you because he was doing it on purpose; from his perspective, he was just protecting what belonged to him. He never had much growing up in the hostile world of Tatooine… now— he has anything he wants, and he wants you.

His calloused hands, a product of hours of training to protect the galaxy— to protect you, squeezed your palm and enveloped your fingers tightly. 

“Look… my love” His voice no longer sounded desperate, his face began to fall slowly. Almost acquiring a menacing frame. Though he tried to make his voice as gentle as he could; there was an unspoken venom that was hard to conceal behind such a thin façade. “You can’t leave me. We need to stay together. I… I love you. I simply cannot imagine my life without you, so— please stop all this nonsense of wanting to leave me”

There it was. The same old trick. Every. Single. Time. You fell into his trap. And today wasn't the exception. 

Exasperation began to build up inside your chest. Deep down you knew this was wrong— but wait a minute, Luke made you feel so loved, he gave you everything you asked for, and he showered you with gifts or dates, or whatever kriff you wanted that day. So, was it a bad thing to forgive him? You weren't an idiot, despite Luke's attempts to brainwash you. This relationship wasn't healthy, it was far from stable,— was it starting to get old?

“Just listen to me, just once” You breathed, running a hand through your hair. “I can't keep doing this. I'm tired of always fighting and making up and feeling like I am the problem and—”

“Why should I listen to you when you clearly don't understand anything whatsoever?” Luke let go of your hands, cupping your cheeks and dragging your face closer to his. The same blue irises that you learned to love, were staring deep inside your soul, testing you, reading you. “It’s okay if you don't get it. I understand it can be difficult sometimes— You are not meant to do the things you enjoy, not while you are with me, I mean— You already have me, what else would you possibly need?” He wasn’t crying anymore, his eyes were puffy, and his cheeks were flushed.

Luke never had a problem with crying, especially when he wanted to; He begs, whines, and pleas… Completely fulfilling his desired act. To make you feel so remorseful you will bend under his will.

His smile didn't have any right to be so sweet, so bright. Luke Skywalker didn't have any right to be a ray of sun. 

“Now you are mine” Luke’s voice was above a whisper. Whatever he was doing it was undoubtedly working. “You don't need to do anything else, my starlight. We can be together. Forever.” Such promise was supposed to be soothing until it wasn't. 

His lips brushed over yours, having you right where he wanted.

“I'm just… protective” Your ex–or your boyfriend– or whoever he was now— continued. Pressing gentle kisses until your mind began to get foggy. Luke’s lips were like a drug. He never gave you enough to satiate that ich that the taste of his sweet mouth created in your body. “You couldn't understand because you'd never had someone love you as much as I do. Don't you see?”

Granting him with a soft nod, your eyes fluttered with what appeared to be desire. Luke could read you like an open book. His kisses began to be more slow, steady, and more intimate. He was testing the waters. He needed to prep you first.

“Don’t you see?” He asked again, running his hands up and down your hips, shifting in his seat. “I ask you to do all those things for your good. You are too blinded by your kindness that you fail to see that people out there are cruel. They are just trying to take advantage of you”

What if he was right? Luke had no… he had no reasons to lie to you, right? His weight on top of your body was comforting. This was something familiar, his closeness was soothing. Luke was there—your Luke.

Yes! He was right! People were cruel, mean. Your friends were making fun of you behind your back, just like Luke said. Your friends were a bad influence, just like Luke said. You were just too blind to see it because you often only choose to see the good side of people, unlike Luke. He knows when something is wrong. He always knows. And, as your boyfriend he is allowed to take care of you.

Luke’s kisses became more desperate, eager. His tongue explored your mouth and his fingers gripped your skin as if you were about to leave. “I’m just doing what’s best for you, princess” He moaned against your lips, as his hands cupped your breasts and squeezed with his strong hands. “Soon you’ll see how much I worry about you, once you see that, you’d understand the truth. Because in all reality… you’re just being silly. Aren’t you?” His hands slid inside your blouse, snapping your bra open and wasting no time playing with your nipples, rolling them and pinching them. “Aren’t you silly, my beautiful darling?” Luke hurried you, moaning quietly when he heard you whine his name and arch your back.

Yes, Luke was obsessed. And he was proud of it. 

He guided you kindly, forcing you into a state of mind where all you could think of was him. The power his words held was surreal. Your brain was mush, just like Luke wanted it to be. Helping you untie his belt, he watched with amazement how your mouth lowered on him. He loved to see you like this, after he cried you always felt guilty and did anything he asked for in order to cope and ease with your remorse. Luke hates seeing you cry, and he firmly believes what he is doing is for you; He is truly worried. You are the only good thing he has in his life, so of course he is going to do anything in his power to keep you by his side.

He moaned your name as your tongue licked the sensitive head of his cock, tasting him and rolling your eyes at the taste. Luke’s breath hitched, buckling his hips and whining when you began to take him inside your mouth. His length felt thick and heavy inside your mouth, giving him head was one of your favorite things to do. 

“This is what you want, right?” Luke whispered, brushing hair away from your face and keeping a hand over your head to control your movements. It didn’t take you long to grow at a steady pace, and for Luke to become a teary-eyed, moaning mess. “You want m—me…” 

You wanted to answer but his dick in your throat was preventing you from; A simple whimper came from your mouth and Luke groaned at the sound buckling his hips faster, basically fucking your face. You gasped for air when he yanked your hair and rubbed his wet cock against your cheek, smearing your spit and his precum, your chest heaving with difficulty. Luke took his time to slap the swollen tip of his cock over your lips, your cheek, enjoying how your eyes seemed to go hazy with pleasure at the feeling.

“Say it” His voice is soft, massaging your scalp with his fingertips. “Say you are mine. Say that you will never leave.”

The words choked in your throat, he was again asking you to tie yourself to him and you weren’t sure if you truly wanted that.

But you did it anyway.

“I belong to you; I will never leave you. I love you.”

The smile of relief that danced across his lips swelled your heart. Luke was happy.

So you were happy too.

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[dracowars]

Hi again sweetie! Luke and reader where theyre all celebrating the whole end of the empire/death star and she gets absolutely drunk off her mind and sits on his lap and plays with his hands all giggly and theyre "just friends" and han (and leia) are having the time of his life teasing tf out of them?? Maybe in the morning shes embarrassed and apologises so lukes all sad bcs it was a "mistake" but they end up tgt later? Thankss lovee

booze and confessions | luke skywalker

pairing: luke x reader

word count: 1,9k

summary: where y/n celebrates the end of the war a little too much, ending in a confession

a/n: i feel like it has been ages since i wrote something even though it's not true lmao hope you enjoy lovely!! <3

warnings: angst, mentions of war, mentions of death

universe: star wars

To be honest, you have no idea how many drinks you already have in your system, but when if not today are you allowed to celebrate like this? After the Death Star was successfully destroyed, the Empire was defeated and peace and tranquility will return to the entirety of the galaxy. The age of fear and terror is over, the time of fighting is over and you can finally let yourself go. Finally, there is something to celebrate, something you have been working towards for years. And today, after all the suffering, that goal has been achieved and you could not be any happier to be right here, right now: on Endor, in the midst of numerous Ewoks dancing and partying, with your friends who fought alongside you all those years while the sky above you is lit up in a variety of colours.

However, the exertion of the day affects your body, your feet slowly starting to hurt from this long, fateful day and when you see Luke sitting at a table, with Han and Leia next to him, a break from all this celebrating suddenly sounds quite attractive and you stumble and stagger towards them.

"There he is! The man of the hour!", you chuckle happily as soon as you are near them, your arms spread wide as you head straight for Luke, who examines you with a small but shy smile. Before he can answer, however, you actually trip over your own feet and almost hit the ground if it wouldn't be for Luke's strong arms to prevent you from falling to the ground.

"Woah! Be careful!", Luke warns you, but what he does not expect is that you barely noticed your little misstep and just sit on his lap, giggling with joy. "I think someone had a drink or two too many."

"Are you talking about me? Don't you worry, Luke, I'm perfectly fine!", you cheekily smile at him, swaying a bit which is why he carefully puts one of his hands on your arm so you do not fall off your seat on top of him.

"Maybe you just didn’t have enough?", you tease him, showing him his glass, turning it upside down to emphasize that it is empty. Of course, this victory also comes with a lot of pain for Luke and Leia due to the loss of their father, but Luke has assured you several times that he is fine and that he still wants to celebrate this victory, in honor of his father.

That is also why you really wanted the two of you to have a good time together, but apparently you really had a few too many drinks.

"She definitely had too much", Han comments on your behaviour, sitting across from you with an arm around Leia, followed by a laugh. "I think I have rarely seen her like this and I have seen a lot."

"Han, you could use another drink, don't you think?", you answer him provocatively, but before you can elaborate, you feel the warmth of Luke's hand running up and down your arm. Heat rushes to your face, your cheeks turning red, but you just reach for his other hand and play with his fingers enthusiastically.

"I never thought I would see Ewoks in my life! I mean, did you look at them? They are so cute, I can't believe they stopped an army of stormtroopers by themselves!", you gush in awe upon watching these little creatures dance around their fire. "Don't worry, Luke. You are still cute as hell, too."

"Oh wow, it must sting to be compared to little furry bears", Han chuckles, putting his hand over his mouth to stop himself from laughing out loud. Leia, also trying to hold back her laughter for her brother's sake, hits Han with her elbow.

"Stop it, Han. I am not even talking to you, just to Luke. Look at you! Such a beautiful face!", you grin, running your index finger along Luke's jawline. Your faces are so close now that they are almost touching and as soon as your eyes meet, the world around you becomes silent.

But just when Luke thinks you are about to close the gap between you, you throw your arms around his neck and place a kiss on his cheek, your arms wrapped tightly around his neck.

"I really love you, Luke", you whisper, or at least think you are whispering, because Han comments your words with inhaling in shock.

"No, that is news to me. I would never have expected that in my life, with the way you always look at each other-"

"Han!" Luke and Leia interrupt him at the same time and he immediately raises his hands in the air in defense, an expression of innocence on his face.

"It is not at all fun to say if you don't say it back, Luke", you sadly pout now, skillfully ignoring Han or not even noticing him due to your numbed senses. Because you are moving too much again, you almost slide off Luke's lap once more, but he holds you tight again in the last moment so that does not happen.

"Well, I think it is time for you to lie down now. It was a long evening and-"

"B-But we haven't even danced with each other yet!", you say indignantly as Luke stands up with you and immediately grab his hand, lifting it up to do several clumsy pirouettes underneath.

To prevent you from tripping over your own feet again, Luke casually lifts you into his arms, causing you to squeal as everything around you suddenly seems to spin even more. Not resisting or fighting back, enjoying the closeness you now have to him too much, you wave to Leia and Han over Luke's shoulder and let him carry you into one of the huts further up in the treetops.

Luke gently lays you down on the small mattress laid out in your hut and covers you with the blanket, sitting next to you. Your eyes are already half closed, but one of your hands is still clinging tightly to his.

"I love you too, you can't even imagine how much", Luke admits before giving you a kiss on the forehead and leaving you to your dreams, which for the first time are only consisting of positive things.

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Scattered rays of light shine into your face, causing you to wake up far too early after the previous long night. Slowly, you open your eyes and listen to the soft rustling of the leaves outside. You stretch your arms above your head as you yawn and sit up, running your hands through your face as the first effects of last night make themselves noticeable.

You curse under your breath as you rise on shaky legs, having to hold onto the wall of the small hut to keep your balance. You already regret not drinking less yesterday, but it felt so good in the moment. Completely sleepy and not yet fully awake, you stumble out onto the wooden platform high up in the trees and stop in your tracks when you see Luke standing on the railing in front of you, looking out over the Ewok village.

The light wind blows through his hair and the sunlight causes his face to shine naturally. Barely able to take your eyes off him, memories of last night suddenly come to your mind and your heart beats faster. You can't remember everything, there are some missing parts in your memories, but what you can remember brings a blush to your cheeks in an instant.

Wanting nothing more than to immediately disappear back into your hut because you just do not want to be confronted with your actions of last night, you slowly turn around, retreating, but as soon as he says your name, you know he does not even need to see you to know you are there.

With a smile, Luke turns to you, leaning his back against the railing.

"Slept well?", he asks gently, but you think you can also hear a certain amount of concern in his voice.

With a nod, you slowly walk towards him, looking away because you just can't keep eye contact, too afraid of what you might see in his eyes.

"How are you?", you ask carefully as you lean over the railing next to him and he looks at you from the side, his focus solely on you which makes your cheek feel even warmer. Playing with a strand of rope that is holding the wood of the railing together, you wait for his answer, your heart beating loudly in your ears as your shoulders touch.

"I'm good. We won so..", Luke chuckles quietly, but immediately falls awkwardly silent again.

You stand next to each other in silence for several minutes, just listening to the wind and the peaceful sounds of the forest. But you both feel that there is something unspoken between you and neither of you knows how or whether to address it. Once Luke finally clears his throat, you brace yourself for the worst.

"You don't have to be embarrassed about what happened last night if that is why you are not speaking to me like you usually do", Luke addresses the rancor in the room and you want to run away and lock yourself up somewhere and just never come out again.

"Luke, I'm incredibly sorry. I-I had too much to drink and my behavior was completely inappropriate", you apologize to him, head down because you just can't manage to look at him without immediately turning bright red. Why are you suddenly so completely out of control of your emotions?

"Oh... I see. Uhm, you don't have to apologize. I mean, if it was just the effects of having too much to drink, then it was probably just a mistake.."

"W-What do you mean?", you ask in surprise, not knowing what he is trying to imply. Or maybe you do know and just do not want to admit it.

"Well, I mean- So I- Would it be wrong of me if, deep down, I hoped that it was more than that? That it was, maybe, real?"

"Luke, what are you talking about...?"

"Would it be so bad if it was real? Do you really feel about me that way?", he asks you and now you finally look into each other's eyes and you hold your breath, searching his eyes for any signs that will tell you what is going on, if he actually means his words.

"Because if that were the case, then all I can say is that I feel the same way about you. Maybe even more", he continues, not letting you speak as he takes your hands in his. "I really really love you too. I told you yesterday, but I don't think-"

"I know. I think I heard it", is the only thing you can say in response to his confession, your thoughts swirling around in your head. You never would have thought that he would feel the same way about you and for some reason your heart now beats a little more painfully than before because you just feel so much love for this man in front of you.

"As I told you yesterday, Luke: I really love you too", you admit openly and before you know it, he wraps you in his arms and hugs you as tightly as if you wouldn't experience the next day.

And in that moment you realize that you would never find a safer place than right here, in his arms. That no matter what comes your way in the future, nothing matters as long as you have each other. And finally, after all this time, you do have each other.

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[wwinterwitch]

hii, could i request a luke skywalker and reader fic where theyre friends and shes a jedi too and helps him "rescue" grogu, someone insults luke, and she gets angry and lukes like omg you defended me??? im in love with you😍 and later she goes on a rant on the audacity of that person who insulted luke and he calms her down and a confession too?? Thanks!!!!

Loved writing this!! tysm for your request <3 shout out to miss taylor swift for inspiring the title and a little of the story too

SPARKS FLY - LUKE SKYWALKER

**gif is not mine, credits to tatooineknights here on tumblr

summary: a seemingly small gesture makes luke fall even more in love with you

pairing: luke skywalker x jedi!fem!reader

word count: 1.5K

warnings: awkward and shy luke, unshared feelings, friends to lovers, badass female and golden retriever male type of couple.

a reblog is always appreciated!

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"Do you feel anything?" you asked as soon as you were inside the cantina.

"Not sure," Luke replied, scanning the place.

This was the third place you had visited that day. You and Luke were exhaustingly looking for this force-sensitive individual the two of you started to feel not so long ago. You thought after losing Obi-Wan it will be just you, Luke and Leia left to keep a legacy of the Force that is nothing like the one the followers of the Dark Side have.

This Force was a light at the end of a once seemingly empty void of darkness ahead. It was a chance to meet more like you that were on the right side of the Force. Both of you were excited to meet this individual. The energy on them is pure and young, definitely a baby. It was pure, and playful, and so incredibly filled with love. It has to be one of the most captivating and addictive energies of all. The happiness and innocence it provides...makes it almost imposible not to smile, allowing that force to surround you. Peaceful.

You need to meet who have such energy.

When you walked inside the cantina, you two were nothing but another pair of customers just like the other people currently inside. You and Luke took separate ways so locating this Force-sensitive being could be easier. When you reunited, it was obvious neither of you have found them.

As you approached Luke, you noticed he was talking with a group of men sitting by the counter. None of them looked very friendly or eager to talk.

"Get lost, kid!" one of them shouted.

"I'm just trying to–"

"Hey, I told you to leave, scum! That's your last warning."

At soon as you heard those words, you took your lightsaber out and aimed dangerously close to the creature's neck. The group around you gasped as the music stopped, nothing but silence around you. Obviously, the one in front of you was visibly shaking with fear and standing as still as they possibly could.

Luke was quiet, almost letting out a gasp himself when he saw your quick movement. He just stared wide-eyed at you.

People around were scared, but also intrigued. Like they just saw a ghost– a myth. No one has seen or heard from a Jedi in a very long time. They were supposed to be extinct, yet here stands one of them, lightsaber in hand, like it's just nothing. Like putting that kind of weapon out wouldn't cause chaos.

"Don't you dare insult him again," you warned slowly, earning a frantic nod from the creature. "Now, apologize to my friend."

Luke quickly stepped forward, his entire face burning red. "Oh, no...it's not– it's not necessary"

"Do as I say," you insisted, motioning at the creature to do what you were ordering.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" they cried desperately.

You smiled at the creature, putting away your lightsaber and hooking it back to your belt. "Wasn't so hard, was it?" you commented sarcastically, starting to walk towards the exit doors.

All eyes were on you as you walked away, everyone amazed by what just happened. When you left, all eyes turned to Luke. His face couldn't possibly be more red as he practically ran to the door in embarrassment, hating to have all the attention to himself. 

Outside you were waiting for him, resting by the wall of the cantina as you scanned the street in front of you. As soon as Luke saw you, he felt like his legs would stop working and he'll be face down on the floor. His heart was beating rapidly after what just happen. Half of him thought it was because of the adrenaline, the other half just knew it was all about you.

Because he'll be lying to himself if what just happened didn't make him fall even harder for you. The way you'd be willing to put up a scene just to protect him. How you didn't even hesitate to defend him.

He liked knowing you were willing to do that just for him. Yes, it was violent and maybe a little too much, but the gesture shows you care. And likes that you care.

Everything you do always amazes him. How you always know what to say or do to get out of trouble, your skills with the lightsaber, how wise you are and how great of a Jedi you have become. But that wasn't all. There was so much more to you that just being a Jedi.

He likes how much you care about other people. How you saw that little boy crying back on Tatooine and you didn't leave his side until you were able to find his parents and bring him back to them. Or the way your eyes light up in admiration when you approach a new planet because you seem to find beauty in everything surrounding you.

He even likes how stubborn you can be at times or how grumpy you get every time you're unable to get a good sleep. And how you always love to be right about everything.

He just likes you. All of you.

So for him to witness the girl he adores so much willing to put up a scene to defend him, there's really no words that could explain what that means to him. He has fallen so hard, that every little detail seem to impress him. Sparks fly all around him because of you. An endless galaxy of emotions exploding inside of him, making him impossibly happier.

"Sorry about that," he heard you say, snapping out of his thoughts. You smiled apologetically, knowing he'd probably lecture you how impulsive that was. He's always been the most subtle and responsible one.

"It's fine," he assured you. "Thanks for...that."

"Yeah, no worries," was your response. "Hope that gave those guys a lesson. Maybe next time they'll be nicer to strangers."

Luke chuckles, feeling his cheeks burning red. The fact that he knew he was blushing in front of you only made him blush harder. "Yeah, I bet."

"Such nasty people!" you continued your rant, genuinely angry at what just happened. "I mean, they could try to put up a fight with me anytime, I'm probably as bad as they are when it comes to manners, but you? Who in their right mind would treat someone like you so bad?"

"What do you mean someone like me?"

"Oh, I mean it in a good way," you quickly elaborated, afraid he might've thought you were insulting him. "You're a sweetheart, Luke. Truly the nicest person that has ever lived in the entire galaxy."

"You give me too much credit," he mutters shyly, avoiding to look at you in embarrassment.

"No, I mean it!" you insisted. The fact that his entire face was burning red only encouraged you to tease him even further. 

It was so easy to make Luke Skywalker, the young man who quite literally took down the Empire, look so flustered. It seems to be an ability only you have. Any small thing you say or do can make him fall right at your feet. Everyone around you two could see it. How he would trail behind you like a lost puppy and the way he looked at you with so much admiration in his eyes. The boy is hopelessly in love with you, it's crazy you still aren't together yet.

As the two of you walked back to your ship, you lightly pushed him to gain his attention. He briefly looked at you, still very shy. "You are the nicest person out there, Luke. I don't mean that as an exaggeration."

"I know," he says, his smile never fading. "But you are nice, too."

You chuckled. "I'm not nearly half of what you are."

"That's...that's not true! You have many great qualities."

"Oh, yeah? Like what?"

Once again, he didn't know what to say. You smiled after realizing you did it again. Have him all flustered because he doesn't really know how to openly show his admiration for you. He doesn't know how to do that, maybe because you're the first girl he's ever liked. 

"Well, you're super funny. And your smart, hardworking, selfless, caring."

"That's it?" you teased.

"Those were examples."

You couldn't keep your laughter. "You are adorable, Luke Skywalker."

"Stop doing that!"

"I'm not doing anything!"

"Yes, you are," he insisted. "You say things...and you know I won't...I won't know what to say."

"It's called flirting, Luke."

With that said, you winked at him before walking the last remaining steps towards the ship, leaving him standing in complete shock by that revelation. You would always tease him and say all these silly little things to get a reaction out of him, but never went further than that. You never openly admitted you were flirting.

Everything was, in Luke's mind, just you being friendly. Since when was this flirting? Is he really that oblivious? Or maybe you weren't being obvious enough? No. That's not it. It's definitely him. He's been the problem all along.

Encouraged by that revelation, he hurried towards the ship so the two of you could continue the search for this Force-sensitive being, promising to himself that next time you start complimenting him more than usual and teasing him to make him nervous, he'll definitely do something about it. 

He would know what to say next time.

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[coconutgf28]

lust for life (luke skywalker/f!reader, 18+)

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꒰ ͜͡➸ pairing: luke skywalker x afab!reader

꒰ ͜͡➸ fandom: star wars

꒰ ͜͡➸ word count: 7.4k

꒰ ͜͡➸ summary: loving to push luke to his limits, you decide to try a new form of overstimulation together

꒰ ͜͡➸ tags/warnings: literally pwp, NO MINORS 18+!!!! handjob, dom!reader, sub!luke, overstimulation, (light) cum play

꒰ ͜͡➸ authors note: this is part of a new series i’m starting of explicit star wars reader inserts named after lana del rey songs - the songs don’t necessarily have any connection to the content of the writing, i just love lana

find and read the series on ao3 here

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He looks so good beneath you that you unconsciously slow your movements for a second, desperate to admire his flushed features, commit his furrowed brow and quivering lip to memory.

It’s been less than a second without your hand stroking him before Luke starts whining, a pathetic, mewling sound, like a stray cat that needs a home. You know his hands would paw at you, try and refocus your attention to his cock, if they weren’t pinned firmly above his head. Nothing ties him down this time, however, he is well aware of the nature of punishment you would dish out were he to even attempt to alter their position, and so, they stay put.

“Patience, Luke,” you scold him, a playful lilt to your voice. It was hard to hide your excitement when you knew what this build up was leading to, when you remembered that Luke had seemed equally enthusiastic about what you had wanted to try tonight. “Only good boys get to cum. You know that.”

He whines beautifully in response, his eyes squeezing shut. With his lip trapped between his teeth, he makes an effort to untense his thigh muscles, relaxing himself. He was so good like that. He eventually manages a little nod in your direction, signalling his acknowledgement of your statement. Normally, you’d have preferred his words, but it seemed like he was just as wound up as you were, tonight, so you make the decision to let it slide, ghosting your hand over his inner thigh and humming.

The hand you have his cock wrapped in once again starts its ministrations, and Luke releases his bottom lip from his teeth with a sigh. When he opens his eyes, you can’t help but give him a little smile, and he can’t seem to help but return the favour, before his expression twists into one of pleasure as you twist your hand just like he likes it, nice and firm, but not too tight, your thumb putting extra pressure on the throbbing vein that runs the length of the underside of his cock.

He chokes out your name in a moan, and you know you’ve almost got him there. You have to resist the urge to still your hand, to pull away and leave him begging and pleading, as was per usual with Luke. No, tonight you wanted- needed him to cum all over your hand, and you needed it now.

In preparation for what was to come, you shifted your body to angle your naked thighs towards his own, starting to straddle him. Maybe it was your added weight on the sensitive skin of his thighs, or maybe it was the way your new position reminded him of what was to happen next, or maybe it was way you leaned down to lick against his lean chest, wet with perspiration, murmuring about how much you loved his cock, how much you loved the way he tasted, but soon Luke was letting out pant after pant, a sure sign that he really was close.

“Be a good boy for me, Lukey,” you administered the final push. “Cum all over my hand.”

With one last sharp twist of your hand, you made the quick shift to fully straddle him, sliding your slick cunt down over him just as the first spurt of his warm release shot out of him - and straight into you. Luke practically screamed your name, followed by a string of ‘Kriff!’s and ‘Oh, Maker!’s. You couldn’t contain your own moan as you finally felt him inside you, along with his spend now coating your walls.

Luke couldn’t stop panting, his hands flying from their place above his head to grab your thighs, the movement rocking you in the process, only making him whimper as you were involuntarily shifted on his cock.

Your eyelids fluttered as you took a moment to collect yourself. When you cast a glance down at Luke, he looked ethereal. Tears stained his rosy cheeks, more already brewing in his hazy eyes as he looked up at you, seemingly transfixed. His lips parted, there seemed to be a never ending string of noises pouring out his mouth, as he tried to gather himself, though his attempt was considerably less successful than your own.

“Too much?” you checked in, bringing a hand up to cup his jaw, stroking over his tear tracks and doing your best to catch his gaze. It was hard when his eyes seemed to want to dart all over your body, trying to take in every little detail of your naked form, much as you had been doing to him.

He shook his head, before realising after a moment that that wasn’t enough. You saw his throat bob as he carefully swallowed, finding his voice once more. “N-no,” he choked out. “Maker, no, could never be too much. This is- you’re- perfect, kriff, you’re so perfect, I don’t-”

“Shh,” you instructed, moving your hands behind you to rest on his thighs, giving yourself more leverage. “As long as you’re enjoying yourself, you just lay there and take it, my precious boy.”

He whined and nodded, moving his hands back to their previous position. What a good boy, you noted. You’d have to give him an extra reward later.

For now, you started a slow rhythm, mostly grinding down against his now softening cock, finding the angle that had his pubic bone hitting your clit just right, making you moan and squirm almost as much as he was.

Neither of you were expecting Luke to cum again, as he had stated that he was mostly interested in trying this out for your pleasure, but it was undeniable that he enjoyed the overstimulation on his spent cock, what with his thighs quivering and bucking up to try and meet your movements.

“Need you to cum,” Luke muttered, his voice beyond wrecked, completely hoarse. He had surprised you by speaking up, as you were sure he was far past still having control over such a thing, and in your state of shock, you had accidentally bounced on his cock, creating far more friction than either of you had experienced thus far. Luke let out a groan. “I-I was such a good b-boy for you, need you to cum and s-sh-show me how good I was. Please.”

Nodding, finding yourself a little beyond words at this point, you steadily tried another little bounce on Luke’s cock and found yourself moaning out at the feeling, beginning a faster rhythm than you had had before, now more determined than ever to reach your peak.

Just as you were about to warn Luke of your impending release, you watched as he brought one hand down from above his head, shakily reaching for your stomach, where some of his cum had hit, just before you had sunk down onto him. He collected the mess on his fingers and dragged them down over your lower belly-

You practically squealed when he began rubbing at your clit, using his own cum as lubrication, somehow managing to move his fingers just the way you liked, even in his fucked out state.

“I- I’m gonna-” Before you could finish the sentence, your eyes had squeezed shut as you came with a moan, clamping down around Luke’s cock. You continued moving on top of him throughout your orgasm, his fingers never letting up on your clit. You presumed he really must be loving the overstimulation he was experiencing, as he actively tried to prolong your release.

With one final grind of your hips, you slumped forward into Luke’s awaiting chest, his arms encircling you and holding you close. After a few measured breaths to regain the feeling in your arms and legs, you shimmied your way up his body, his soft cock slipping out of you. You shifted to the side of him and brought his head to rest on your shoulder, stroking through the matts in his blonde hair.

“Was it everything you imagined?” he murmured, clearly close to sleep, as he peered up at you, struggling to keep his eyes open.

“All that and more,” you smiled at him, giving his forehead a gentle kiss.

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[lukefics]

hi, my name is AJ and welcome to my blog! ♡

i’m an avid star wars fan, especially of the original trilogy and its characters. i’m also a fanfic writer, having been writing since i was a teenager for a number of different fandoms.

i want to start writing for my fav sw character on this blog, luke skywalker, with the intention to post content such as headcanons, one-shots and requests. however i’m new to writing on tumblr (i.e. i have no clue what i’m doing or where to start) so any advice or tips would be greatly appreciated!

if u are also a writer/reader of sw content pls feel free to follow me or reblog this post, i’d love to get to know more ppl in this community and interact with their work.

thank you sm!

AJ ♡

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[kaleidoscope1967eyes]

LOTS OF LUKE FICS COMING UP, INCLUDING MY FIRST ACTUAL FIC SERIES

The series is called "Children of the Dunes," a Luke Skywalker x Fem!Reader fic that takes place in an alternate universe with an alternate version of A New Hope where the Lars family is spared and Luke stays on Tatooine.

The reader is the younger sister of Biggs Darklighter who was adopted from a Mos Espa slave market when she was a young child; she and Luke eventually form a grassroots rebellion against the Empire and the Hutts after her brother's heroic death blowing up the Death Star.

#please hold me accountable #my inbox is open #seriously if you send me asks it will inspire me to write more #also remind me to put it on AO3 #ironically i had this planned out before tbobf came out and there are a handful of similarities between them 🤔 #but im not complaining because now i can incorporate elements from canon #luke skywalker x reader #luke skywalker fanfiction #luke skywalker fic #luke skywalker x fem!reader #theres also gonna be mega worldbuilding

[cannibalizedyke]

☄️luke skywalker masterlist☄️

key: ❤︎︎ - fluff, ☁︎︎ - angst, ★ - smut

coming soon!

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[starryevermore]

i'm not sure if this is right but can i request a fluffy (platonic) 20 and 28 with luke skywalker and a child (fem) reader? reading the instructions was a bit confusing for me so let me know if this is wrong-

- kaiya 🦭

his favorite part ✧ luke skywalker

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request: i'm not sure if this is right but can i request a fluffy (platonic) 20 and 28 with luke skywalker and a child (fem) reader? reading the instructions was a bit confusing for me so let me know if this is wrong- kaiya 🦭 - @quinns-wndrlnd

prompt 20: “that’s very thoughtful of you."

prompt 28: “did you miss me?”

pairing: luke skywalker x fem!reader (platonic)

word count: 427

warnings?: platonic fluff, not proofread

You were Luke’s second student. After Grogu had returned to the Mandalorian, Luke had a brief moment of doubt about training the new generation of Jedi. If he couldn’t retain his very first student, how could he be expected to run a Jedi academy? The doubt didn’t remain long, though. He had a responsibility to the future generations, and he would see it through. Then he found you. 

It was through training you that he understood why Jedi considered each other family. Though he was still young himself, he almost felt like a father to you (or, perhaps, an older brother who acts in the place of a father). Which was why, when he had to leave the academy to search for other Force-sensitive children, he felt bad about leaving you behind. 

Of course, that feeling always went away when he returned. 

“Did you miss me?” you asked when he walked up to the space you were meditating in, your eyes still shut. 

“Shouldn’t you be focusing?”

“I’m focusing on your answer. Which I hope is a resounding ‘yes! I missed you! now that I’m back, we can start building a droid like I promised I would!’,” you said. You opened one eye, adding, “After all, you wouldn’t want to disappoint your only student, would you?”

Luke raised a brow. “I don’t think I agreed to building a droid with you just yet.”

“But Artoo needs a friend,” you said, opening your other eye, staring up at him. 

“Artoo?”

“Yeah, you know, R2-D2…Artoo.” 

Luke shook his head, holding back a laugh. “I knew who you were referring to. I don’t understand the needing a friend part. Aren’t we his friends, after all?”

“He needs a droid friend,” you corrected. “I think he secretly misses Threepio. I thought that making a new droid for him to talk to might make him feel a little better.”

Luke smiled. “That’s very thoughtful of you. After we finish training today, we can get started, okay?”

“Great! Hey, I was thinking making this droid purple. And ooh, how about—”

“Hold on, hold on, you still have meditation you need to finish.”

You pouted. “Fine. Just crush a girl’s happiness, why don’t you?”

“…Or we can get started now and you train twice as hard tomorrow.”

“Deal!” you shouted, jumping up. “I’ve already drawn up some plans, let me go them!”

As you ran off, Luke shook his head. Nothing would have ever prepared him for this part of being a Jedi Master, but it was, perhaps, his favorite part. 

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[coffeeorsomething-irl]

Ch 8 of my Luke Skywalker x OC fic. First chapter and a brief explanation of wtf is this, here

It’s been a long time coming. Maybe the next one comes faster since I spent weeks being completely lost on this one...or, maybe not :/

Something possibly has changed with Tumblr’s editor since last I posted an update, for some of the spacing I wanted on this, I simply could not achieve. Hopefully this has not overly jarred my flow.

Credit to @saradika​ for creating the lightsaber dividers - thank you!

tagging @dailydragon08, @a-midwinter-night-dream-86

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Afterbirth

When she opened her eyes, she was in her bed, and light, was streaming in through the curtains of her great windows. Comfort, suffused her form.

..Then as she blinked, and came more aware… She realized his absence, and abruptly ached.

He'd been holding her….   he'd exposed something, he had gently uncovered something painful and oozing in her, and then he'd held her, and spoken to her, in a way that had slowly sopped it up. -Something about that, was so special, like it was a form of magic. Special like his Force.

-She'd kissed him! He'd kissed her.. Finally. Thoroughly. It had been, the most enjoyable thing, she had ever experienced. And then he'd spoken to her, and held her like that, and she'd drifted off, into the universe's most comfortable glow.

And now he was gone.

She blinked in confusion at the ache, and shifted. The movement made her realize that she was still wearing her leathers. Only her feet, were unclad.

She sat up, and looked around. Her things were as she'd left them… her notebook, there upon her writing desk in the corner; the clothing, strewn over the chair and the doors of her leaf-carved wardrobe. The light was magnified by its passage through the weighted glass upon her desk, and shone in a bright circle cast over the papers there.

There was a note, and a strange object, on the table beside her bed. The object was roughly oblong, of silver and black; small enough to fit easily in her hand when she palmed it. The note was on her paper - and doubtless of her ink. She picked it up.

It read,

Ciri, Thank you, for spending your evening with me. ..I hesitate to write down, just what it meant to me. I'll have to tell you in person. As ever, I crave your companionship above all else. I hope the good outweighed the sad, from your perspective. …You fell asleep, and I didn't want to wake you. So I brought you back, and did my best to tuck you in; I hope you don't mind, and that you sleep alright. I'll find you, soon as I can.

I left you a comlink. It'll keep us connected. I'll show you how to use it, soon. Maybe tonight?

..I miss you. -Luke

She looked to the item nestled in her hand… the comlink. It was a bit different, to the one she'd seen him use before. And she thought back again, to what had happened, the night before.

She blushed, there alone in her bed, and raised her fingers to her mouth.. as though there might still be some evidence, lingering. But his saliva had long dried.

..And he'd told her…

He'd told her she wouldn't lose him, in outer space.

She looked again at the comlink.. hefted it, closed her hand around it… Laid herself back down in bed, and curled herself up around its promise.

..It was oddly hard to think he'd not go, now that she had reason to… though she'd so quietly longed for him not to, when she'd must needs believed that he would.

When she rose, she gathered a few things in her pack and went out to the woods, and spent the rest of the morning picking flowers for him.

As she passed under the darkened trees, she thought of him…reliving memories of him, again, in a whole new light, turning him over like a favored stone within her mind - And with each turn, he seemed all the more precious to her. She wanted to hold him, or speak to him, in just the right way, to express that.. but feared she wasn't large enough, or gifted in tongue, enough. Now and again, she’d seen a hopeful man present a lady of the court with flowers… she sought to mimic that gesture, though she didn’t know where their flowers typically came from.

..The palace grounds boasted many big, showy beds, carefully maintained and exotically sourced, of great beauty.

But it didn't seem right, to present him those cultivated blooms…  Instead, she picked the little wildflowers, from the sunny clearings and inbetwixt the smaller trees. They were beautiful too; you just had to look a little closer to see it, since they were so small. The delicate pale blue points of the western meadowstar, the tiny complexity of the red pixie twizzler; and the little purple rory, whose mouth was dotted all about with yellow anther - all that, she found in just the first clearing she visited. In the next she found more.. And by the creek she found the stands of clover were flowering, and she carefully, carefully dug one out and urged the earth from its roots, and introduced it gently to her waterskin, which she had filled and was using as a sort of vase.

She thought of him as she worked, without even a trace of anxiety, for like to the first time… his smile, and his voice, and the gentleness of his hands' touch. His warmth, against her. And his words, and his taste. She looked forward to seeing him again… And that did give her a whole pit of nervous little butterflies, at last, and she really didn't know what she'd do or say.

After all, she'd kissed him last night. What did one do, after something like that?

She'd always kind of assumed she would die without doing such a thing. So thinking past it, was proving a little bit impossible.

…Well, hopefully it just didn't matter, is what she had to conclude. After all, she'd been nervous with him before, and in the end it hadn't mattered. So. ..She just hoped he'd like it. -The flowers, that is.

And she moved on, from spot to spot, through shade into sun, her selection slowly burgeoning. And when her arrangement was finished, she wandered.

Her steps led her to the gazebo…she hopped up on the railing with the flowers beside her, and settled in to wait.

The water gently lapped, leaves fluttered in an occasional breeze, and time passed beyond mind, as the dappling of the greenery upon the river's surface slowly shifted. The tranquility was effacing, and she vanished inside of it.

She heard the thud and creak of his boots on the wood, first, and came alert, with sudden surprise. What would she say? -What should she-

"Hey Ciri!" he exclaimed cheerfully, taking the steps up two at a time and swiftly crossing to her. ..Her mind was still racing when he suddenly materialized against her back, making her gasp, and cutting her thoughts short. Without hesitation, his arms had wrapped around her ribcage and pulled her securely to his torso. His cheek rubbed against her hair. "-How are you today, beautiful!"

His good cheer was infectious, and despite herself, she all the sudden laughed. "I'm good, Luke!"

The uncertainty she’d felt rise, at the imminent prospect of meeting him again, was dissolving in the sunshine of his bright mood.

He kissed her temple. "That's wonderful to hear!"

"-But Luke, wait..!" she gasped, recalling the skein of flowers, she still held. "There's something I… I made something, for you."

"..oh, Ciri.." he soughed, with plaintive curiosity.

He released his hug with a kiss pressed to her hair and stepped back, giving her space. She missed him, instantly.

But she turned round on the railing, and hopped down, his flowers carefully clutched in her hand. Her concoction was pretty, despite its short stature, dotted all over with reds and purples and blues, accented with delicate fungi she’d found bursting from the bark of a fallen tree, and with the clover providing a backdrop and tumbling down over her hand, and almost a halo of tiny silvery pleandrons waving in the air around it, stems left long… His eyes fallen to it, she watched as his cheeks began to bloom, with a delicate pink, that soon spread up his ears and out to the tip of his nose…and deepened to red, as she began to speak.

She hadn’t counted, on him being affected, so.

"L-Luke Skywalker," she announced - and he gulped, adorably. Unwilling to lose her momentum, she held the waterskin up to him. "I'm so grateful for everything you've done for me! Thank you.. and I appreciate you, so much!"

For a moment he simply gazed upon her offering, flushing fantastically. His eyes were soft, and when he blinked, she saw in the light reflected off their surface that they’d gone wet. ..What had she done?

"..Ciri Sturmgirten…" he murmured gently, and he delicately collected his present from her proffering grasp, "-These are beautiful..! Thank you.."

He carefully raised the flowers to his nose, and inhaled their scent. The sight of his reddened, softly lined cheeks and satin lips spangled with the tiny petals nearly stopped her heart.

He raised his eyes, and they shone – Nothing she'd given him could match their crystal blue.

"..No one's ever given me flowers, before, princess,” he said smiling. And she’d never seen a smile quite like that - happy, almost embarrassedly so, yet almost just the tiniest bit sad. “I don't know what to say.. I love them!"

Things were strange, inside her chest, thanks to those flowers.

"-Will you watch a holo with me?" he blurted out… and his manner was such that she began nodding her agreement immediately, though she hadn’t understood his question at all.

She laughed, at them both. "W-what's a holo, Luke?"

The look on his face was positively victorious. "It's a story people watch! And if you watch one with me, I am gonna hold you so close the entire time..!"

His naked enthusiasm turned her stomach to mush, and any residual tension she might've harbored swiftly followed suit. She would love, to be held by him. “Yes, please!” she chirped, and if she’d thought he was smiling a lot before… she reevaluated that assessment. “-Thank you, Ciri! C'mon..!”

He reached for her hand, and she gave it to him readily.

As they walked, he spoke not a word of holos, but immediately began asking after the bouquet's components.. wishing to know each flower's name, and something that she knew of it. She obliged him, and it seemed to please him greatly.. And his pleasure, made her insides sing.

As they drew closer, they began passing the grand palatial flower beds. The contrast between the delicate wildflowers he held in his hand, and the fist-sized, brilliantly colored roses, and tulips, and so forth that they passed, was something to which he seemed utterly oblivious - so much so, that she herself forgot to feel sheepish.

And presently, they were strolling down the halls on the way to the pantries - for she meant to collect him a proper vase, before any else.

Chatting, making each other laugh, and each with eyes primarily for the other…they did not notice until late, that they were not alone.

Luke was the first to glance up. "Majesty!" he exclaimed. -Ciri's head shot up too, hearing that title.

Her dad was there, surveying them from just a few feet away. They'd all come to a halt.

Luke greeted him with a polite bow, to which he inclined his head. She never bowed to her father. He looked directly at her as he greeted them, "Master Skywalker. Daughter… I had report you two were getting along."

Her hand was still in Luke's. She didn't know why, her father’s presence made her want to tighten her grip, and press herself to Luke's side.

"–Y-you heard correctly. We're friends. H-hey, dad."

It wasn’t a lie. She didn’t know how to tell him, the full truth. She was hardly sure how to state it to herself, concisely. Precisely…

“I see,” he remarked, “It’s unlike you, to take an interest in someone.. Surpassing strange..”

"Well, I'm very grateful to be an exception, Majesty," Luke stepped in to reply, with an easy smile, "Your daughter means a great deal to me."

“As you say..” he acknowledged. The look on the king’s face was inscrutable..

"-Luke's been showing me the Force!" she blurted, into the ensuing silence.

"Oh..? How do you mean?" And she could tell that his curiosity was genuinely piqued - not an easy feat, with her father.

"He can sense where the animals are… a-and he showed me h-how to.. meditate." -She’d realized, in time to stop herself, that her father might find it concerning to know of Luke's ability to eavesdrop on other minds.  

"Well…you must enjoy that," her father allowed, referring to the animals she was sure. The interest in his tone waned quickly as it appeared that she was not, actually, learning how to use this strange ‘force’ magic.. just searching the woods for critters and sitting quietly.

"…I've been able to learn much, of the local flora and fauna, from her," Luke chimed in, "Ciri is quite educated on the topic."

She flushed. "..N-not formally," she stipulated.

“Self-educated,” Luke countered, glancing her way with a friendly smile, “All the more impressive. -Have you seen her work, Majesty?”

Her father had. He’d glanced it over, now and again. “Yes. Quality drawings,” he declared, “My daughter is a talented artist.”

“With respect, you may wish to look again someday, Majesty,” Luke suggested, “It is a compendium of the local wildlife, organized as a simple phylogeny.”

Her father laughed. “Truly? I didn't make much of it past a woodsy girl's sketch book,” he easily admitted.

"–I-It's just a hobby," she put in, embarrassed.

"Ciri, please..," Luke protested lightly with a squeeze of her hand, "don't undercut yourself. ..And after all, the origin of science is in rich men's hobbies.”

Her father inclined his head in acknowledgment of that. "Perhaps I had too quickly judged."

She swallowed, a little uncomfortably. Luke shot her an encouraging grin. "I have…t-tried to be accurate," she allowed.

"That, I had observed. …And what are you up to, now, daughter?" her father asked her.

“…g-g-Getting.. A vase,” she answered haltingly, feeling somehow exposed, and subconsciously nestling further into her companion’s side.

“..Did you pick those, Skywalker?” her dad asked, voice casual but, somehow, she felt, deceptively so.

“They’re a gift,” Luke corrected him happily, “from Ciri. Aren’t they beautiful?”

“..Hmm. I see. They have their charm.” He paused, seeming to consider his words. “…Do be kind to her, Skywalker,” he concluded, a light warning in his tone, and eyes fixed on Luke.

"-Luke's very kind!" she protested.

But Luke just replied, with an agreeable incline of his head, "Of course, Majesty. Your daughter's well-being is my top priority."

She looked up at Luke, a little confused. When he turned his eyes on her, they softened, and he smiled, tenderly. ..She hesitated, then returned it.

Her father nodded to himself, looking at them. "...Good, then. ..Well. Enjoy yourselves," he dismissed.

"Thank you, Majesty," Luke returned, with a short bow. She looked back to him, saying, "Bye, Dad," automatically.

"Evening, Ciri," he returned.

He did not commonly use her name.

..The king had already resumed walking. She glanced after him wonderingly, then turned back to Luke, who smiled at her sweetly, with full eyes… and then she grinned at him back, and knocked familiarly against him, and they were on their way again, too.

As they passed out of earshot, she asked him with uncertainty, "Luke..? What do you think that was about? ..He was acting… kinda weird."

He looked down at her with a smile. "Your dad's worried about you, princess, that's all."

She frowned. "..Worried? Why?" Surely her dad should merely be happy, to see her with someone.. With anyone, but especially with someone so respectable as ‘Master Skywalker’.

Luke seemed to be considering his response. "..He could tell how you feel about me, Ciri,” he said gently, at last, “..He was telling me not to play with your heart, when he told me to be kind.”

She felt herself flush. "O-oh…" she mouthed, a little weakly. Her heart wasn’t something she thought of, much.

..But, it was true, wasn’t it, and hadn’t she just brushed against the truth of it last night - that her heart had become rather inextricably involved, in their relationship. Is that why her father had been strange? Is that why she’d felt strange, in his presence?

She frowned again, with obstinance. "-How would he know, how I feel?" She barely saw her father anyway.

That made him laugh, lightly, and stop walking. He turned into her, leaving his flowers floating in the air beside them, and slipped his gloved hand gently onto her neck.. allowing his leathered thumb, to sedately stroke her jaw, as he gazed into her eyes, with his warmly brimming blues. The lopsided grin pulling at his lips was full of amused affection. She felt herself caught, suspended, within the sweetness of his attention… as though it were a veil, closing off the world.

Voice velvety soft, eyes earnest, he grazed, "..You were holding my hand, and pressing yourself up against my side, like I'm the one you're trusting to keep you safe…princess.."

Cheeks flaring and mouth slipping open, she gawked - unaware that particular impulse had been so legible, to others. She managed an edified, "-O-o-oh..!" that made his grin pull the wider.

"…I love your innocence, precious," he whispered, and leaned in till his lips softly pressed her forehead. Her heart fluttered.

“..Th-th-thanks..!” she tried, through her still-burgeoning embarrassment..flattered in spite of herself. And very happy, to be given that appellation by him, once again.

But as he drew back a little, letting his gloved hand fall, her disconcertment grew… It was agonizing, a bit, to have her feelings for him laid bare before a third party. Especially if that third party was her father, for some reason.

..He seemed to realize it, for he squeezed her hand, rubbed his forehead lightly against hers, and murmured, "It's Ok, Ciri.. you don't have to be embarrassed about this, princess. I thought it was adorable, and your father.. Well, even if he's worried, I know part of him is also just happy, to see you happy. …I know it makes you nervous, but I was glad for him to recognize it, because I hope it makes him think well of me."

…Of course, she wanted that too!

–And no matter the embarrassment, really, she supposed upon reflection. She made a small sound of acknowledgement, and gave him a nod, returning his hand's squeeze.

And in a moment she was able to proceed. “…s-so, it was…Good, then, you think?” she asked, of their just-past interaction.

He smiled at her, with such sweetness. “You know him better than I do, Ciri,” he reminded her gently, resuming their stroll. “-But, I think so.”

“-You do?” she asked hopefully, keeping pace by his side.

“Mm-hmm,” he mused optimistically, “…He said, ‘good, then’.  -That sounds good, to me.”

“..Yeah…” Her voice betrayed a lingering unsurety.

“..Well, and plus, he’s already talked to me about you,” Luke disclosed.

"-Huh?" She blinked, taken rather aback. “What do you mean?”

He hesitated, the beginnings of a blush grazing his cheeks.

“He took me aside, a few weeks ago, and told me about his ‘reports’. …He wanted to know what I want with you. ..Then what I like, about you.. He was looking for some assurance, that I'm not ignobly inclined. I did my best to provide it. ..By the end I felt… he realizes, that we could be good, together.” His words had become almost hopefully soft by that last statement, as he glanced at her sidelong. Color had splashed across his face.

His voice firmed some as he concluded, “..Anyway, it's an odd situation for him, but I thought he's trying to accept it."

“…W-wh-what..” she stammered, “what did you tell him?” Her insides seemed to have drained of their density and then swollen, to prod uncomfortably at the boundary imposed by her skin. ..Thinking about Luke’s side of the conversation made her nearly need to have been a fly on that wall… while thinking about her father’s made her stomach shrivel, unaccountably.

"-Um," he began, then swallowed audibly, glancing down to his boots.

And didn’t resume his answer, for a surprisingly long time.

When she looked over at him, the timid uncertainty she found stamped across his pretty, hopelessly reddened face, brought her up short. He matched her halt, hardly seeming to notice.

-What on earth had he said? Even when embarrassed, he was forthcoming and remarkably composed. It made her chest hurt, to see him like that, and she almost entreated him to forget it, that it didn't matter so, no matter it might concern her or how she longed for the knowledge of it.

But before she could politely retract her question, he spoke. A tiny, earnest tremble disturbed his tone. “…I was very frank with him, Ciri.   ….I’d rather not repeat, exactly, what I said to him, just now,” and he met her eyes.

There was something almost supplicant, in his… And, she thought, something hidden, behind. For some reason she was put in mind of a small creature shrinking from revelation, lest there be a flight… though she couldn't say whose, and that made no sense at all.

She swiftly nodded her acceptance. "Of course! -P-please.. Forgive my prying, Luke. I-it was between the two of you,” she affirmed, wishing to dispel his troubles. She smoothed her free hand over his that was occupied holding her other.

“Thank you,” he mouthed gratefully, squeezing her back, “..I appreciate it, Ciri. Sorry.. to be reticent.” He finished his apology with a small, sheepish grin.

Still curious, yet feeling now a bit guilty over her wish moments prior, she rubbed her thumb over his knuckles, assuringly. “..but of course..! I.. I could never begrudge you the privacy, Luke. But… um… -Are you ok?”

…His smile suddenly filled out, gorgeously. “Yeah, Ciri, I'm fine. Thank you.” …And he extricated his hand from her grasp and wrapped his arms around her, bringing her in tight, and resting his chin atop her hair. “Everything is fine,” he told her softly, “I’m very, very happy..” His fingers gently traced along her back. ..She noticed absently that the flowers she'd given him were floating in the air, by their side.

“Are you ok?" he checked, "..With your dad…?”

She thought, and nodded, and sighed, settling into the comfort of their physical contact. “Yeah, I'm… I’m glad you talked to him. E-even if, seeing him just now made me nervous…   -Well, maybe especially, then.”

He nodded, too. And held onto her, as the moments slipped by.

“…Ciri..?” he asked, after a while.

“Mm?”

“-I am going to keep you safe,” he whispered.

Her breath caught in her throat, and she was so pleased, that she didn’t know what to do.

So she tightened their hug. “imagine telling me a thing like that! …w…Well, what about you?” she asked softly in reply.

She felt him rumble, with a quiet chuckle. His arms squeezed, and shifted…and relaxed. "..I'll be safe, with you!" he announced merrily, as he released her and stepped back. His grin was so innocently pleased.

She couldn’t help, but return his laugh. "Well I like your confidence," she assessed, as he swiftly dipped back in to kiss her temple, and they resumed their walk, all his cares seemingly melted away.

She took him to the pantries, and commandeered a vase - a little one, of crystal, with geometric patterns cut into its internal walls so that it nonetheless remained smooth to the touch. Then walked with him back to his rooms, where he transferred his bouquet, careful not to disrupt its arrangement or the roots. He placed the finished product proudly on the table beside his bed, with a smile, and her heart twinged, for it to be kept there, so close to him. He kissed her forehead, and thanked her for it sweetly once again.

Then he hunted up some equipment from his bags, and they left, for hers - for upon his query, she'd told him it was her preference.

And as they arrived, he slipped an arm about her waist, softly kissed her temple, and queried her further, asking lowly, “..Well, Ciri? Where do you wanna cuddle up?”

She blushed intensely, thinking of the spot she desired most, and almost chickened out… but mentally squared her shoulders, and wouldn't let herself do it. “Through here,” she said with a confidence she didn't fully feel, and led him back to her bedroom.

He followed. When she glanced back to him, he was blushing redly. She stood by her bed and pronounced, "H-here," gesturing to indicate it so that there could be no doubt.

Rosy cheeks notwithstanding, he couldn't contain the mischief in his smirk. "As my princess wishes," he murmured playfully, kissing her forehead - and promptly plopped down onto her duvet and began removing his boots.

That had been easy!

She followed suit, and set to building them a pillow mound, to lay against. -Next thing she knew, he was using it.

And soon, she was nestled between his legs, his broad chest warm at her back and his strong arms pulling her in securely against it. "Comfy?" he checked, and she nodded happily, an affirmative thrum sounding in her throat. "Mm-hmm!"

He chuckled, and gave her ear a familiar kiss. “Me, too. Super comfy.” Her heart squeezed, for him to be there, in a space that was so hers, and she was so glad that she’d been brave.

One of the objects he’d brought and left on the duvet, lifted into the air of its own accord. "Put out your hands," he suggested softly. She did as he asked, and he let the item come to rest within her grasp. It was nondescript in its exoticism - a mess of minor surface features she did not comprehend.

"It's a projector," he murmured, "-This is the front." The projector gently urged itself round into the correct orientation within her hands, making her smile. "It will project an image out the top…push the center button?" His voice vibrated quietly beside her ear. Both of his arms were wrapped snugly about her middle.

She pushed the button he indicated, and the unit flickered to life. A cube of light appeared in the air above it, just as he'd said. Streaked with dark lines, it was static, a pale blue-grey, and improbably 3d. She blinked at it. ..Then he showed her which controls adjusted the image’s size, and position. “We’ll optimize it in a moment..” he concluded. She nodded. She loved the way his voice felt, susurrating against the shell of her ear.

He sighed, breath flaring warmly against her skin, as he reluctantly released one arm from around her abdomen, squeezing her tighter with the other in compensation. She briefly closed her eyes and rubbed her head against his cheek, and felt him respond… Somehow, cuddling with him today was even more delicious than normal. She felt almost cocooned by him. Meanwhile the second device floated over and came to rest upon her thigh. It was wide, flat and smooth.

He touched its black surface with the fingers of his freed hand, and it kindled to life, with cold blue light. “This one’s my datapad,” he enlightened her, "it stores and processes information.. it can do a lot. Including access the HoloNet. And play our holo.”

“-What’s the Holonet?” she asked warmly.

“It's an intragalactic communications network," he answered, with a fond smile. His fingers were moving on the screen, as he spoke, the images displayed changing in response. "..It allows the exchange of data, over distance.. Through a system of satellites… Large amounts, audio, and visual… I don't use it much, except for messaging. But, that’s where we’re going to find this thing. -I’ll show it to you in more detail, if you’d like?” he paused, for her answer.

"mm. Later…"

"Of course." She felt his nose, and then his lips, buss her ear. "…I already picked out, what I wanna watch with you… I’m hoping it won't be too bewildering… and that you'll like it.. It is for children," he murmured in admittance.

She smiled. It was cute of him, to have chosen a children's story. She felt utterly surrounded by him, and so cared for. "Sounds perfect," she said.

He grinned, where she couldn't see. "Great."

Then he was showing her how to feed the datapad's output to the projector and adjust the size and position of the projection, and using the Force to position it down by their feet. Finally he set the datapad down beside them and started it up, rewrapping his arm around her with a kiss.

The block of greyish light in the air above them, was swiftly replaced by vibrant colors, which formed into an image and began to move, while an unfamiliar music issued from the projector's little speakers.

The holo he'd selected for them was funny, cute, and entertaining. The story structure was very simple, which was good, because the universe depicted was full of things that were totally novel to her, and his soft, low voice was in her ear frequently, explaining them. His explanations - and the picture she was starting to build, of the galaxy beyond the stars - were entrancing. Now and again, she asked questions.. at least once, purely from a desire to feel the velvety hum of his voice brush her skin, yet one more time. It made her shiver, in his embrace, and that made him follow up his words with sweet little kisses, his lips seeming merely to be the natural continuation of that hum.

By the time the story ended, happily with a family reunion, and the projected light filled with his people's strange crawling text, she thought that she knew both more and less about his world than she ever had.

"..well, my lovely princess? What did you think?"

She started laughing, quietly, in his embrace. "You know you're so special, Luke.. I love every moment that I'm with you." She rubbed herself back into him, indulgently, and felt his whole body tighten around her. "Thank you for teaching me about where you come from!"

"Ciri… you're sweet. I have never been this happy.." Amusement entered his voice, "-Was I that transparent?"

She laughed again. Probably somewhat more than half of the holo had played without his voice in her ear, explaining something. -To the point that at times she'd felt she was watching something educational, before a child's story. "Only a little!"

"..Then I'll have to be 10% more mysterious, in the future. Did you like the story, though? was it too childish.."

"It was fun. You're cute. -I don't know how to separate them. Yes, I liked it very much!"

That made him chuckle, and nuzzle into her ear, giving her a slightly wet kiss. "I'm very glad to hear that, sweet girl.. you are absolutely adorable.." And he nibbled lightly on her neck, just beneath her ear, making her laugh delightedly - which only encouraged him.

Once again, despite his heat and the solidity of his body all around her, she felt that she simply could not get close enough to him. ..It caused her a brief twinge of frustrated need, and then she was doing something about it.

She squirmed in his arms until she was sat atop him, straddling his hips and lain out upon his chest.. his hands had assisted her, unquestioningly. She supported herself with her forearm upon his collarbone, and let her other hand drift up to gently brush along his cheek. He smiled at her, fondly. "Hey there.. pretty girl.." his voice whispered. She felt his palm, smoothing up her back.

"hey," she answered him. "–Y-you know.. I think you're really pretty! W-when you blush.."

Her heart beat faster, to speak to him so, and the color kindled all across his cheeks. "thank you.. for saying so," he breathed shyly.

She delicately laid her palm flat against his reddened skin… and discovered it burning, with his blood. It made her smile.

"You're warm," she said.

Her observation caused his blush to intensify. "-I'm.." He seemed to hesitate, his tongue briefly appearing between his svelte, generous lips, his eyes closing… Then he deliberately nudged his cheek, into her hand, and fixed her with his gaze. "I'm putty, in your hands," he announced.

Those words made her lips come apart, made little sparks race down her torso and gather at the pit of her belly.

Blinking, she closed the small distance between her mouth and his, with a kiss.

…How, was he so soft?

And in a moment he was moving against her, too…moving slow and smooth like water.. tenderly meeting her affection, with his.

She let her tongue slip over his lip, before their next kiss, and he deepened it, in reply.

She felt his fingers enter her hair and run along her scalp, until he firmly held her skull in his palm. His tongue entered her mouth, and ran alongside hers. She whimpered, and it made him sigh. His arm had wrapped around her back to hold her and pull her up into him, while she clutched his clothing.

She tried to lick her tongue along his bottom lip and back into his mouth and missed, swathing down onto his chin instead. He laughed brightly.

Surprised, her chest tightening and cheeks flaring with embarrassment, she abruptly let him go. But as she drew breath to apologize, he reached out and licked her in return, boldly running his tongue from the point of her chin all the way up to the tip of her nose, as she sharply gasped… A gasp, which shortly turned into a giggle of delight. Laughter rumbled lowly through his chest, in reply.

She caught a brief glimpse of his furrowed brow, as he reclaimed her lips, kissing her harder and more deeply than before, suckling her lip strongly into his mouth and nearly crushing her to his body.. Nearly sucking her breath away.

He released her, after, so they both could draw down air. Her gaze seemed hazed over… and his, too. A hedonistic languor had come over his expression, softening his fine features like a veil.

Now, she reached up, to touch… delicately, his chin, its cleft, his soft lips, his smile lines… his skin was smooth… his breath softly exhaled against her fingertips, and his eyes fell shut.. and he swallowed, cartilage bobbing in his throat. He was beautiful. Beyond measure. The way he behaved only made it stronger.

She briefly brought her other hand up to her chin… and felt the lingering moisture of this beautiful man's saliva.

Then she let her hand travel down, the column of his throat.. careful to touch him utterly gently, here, over the cartilage of his airway. It was a piece of animalistic intimacy, in a way that kissing him wasn’t.

She let her fingers find his collar, and track along its middle till she could get her grip onto each panel of his tunic, and pull. The stays holding it came undone, and just like that she had exposed a triangle of his chest, and made him whimper with surprise.

They both blinked, as she eased her palm onto it, and felt his velvety skin… His fingers had clutched, strongly, into her clothing. He was glancing, from her face, down to her hand on his bared chest, and back. "is this.. Ok?" she whispered. He nodded swiftly, wordless.. so she slid her hand slowly along his sternum. She turned so her fingers brushed under the side of his tunic and up onto the gentle swell of his pectoral.. He watched her, dazedly, and gulped. Tiny catches were audible, now and again, as he breathed. The muscle was warm, and firm, and yielding, and dimly she thought that his responsiveness to her shy, inexperienced touch was the most exorbitant privilege she might receive.

"C-can I.." she started.

"–you may touch me howsoever you desire, Princess," he husked, before she could finish. Her eyes widened…for surely he couldn't mean that..

She felt as though her entire body was blushing, as she gripped more of his tunic and pulled it open, to expose his bare torso. His hold on her hips and the small of her back was tight, like an anchor. She could see his chest gently moving, in time to his quickened breath.. Carefully, she let her palms rest on his pectorals, and then delicately explored downwards…identifying the curving muscles' lower borders, and then passing over the shelf of his ribs, onto the softly sloping, mobile plain of his abdomen. He was slightly biting his lip with his eyes lidded, color blazoned across his face. She passed back up across the boundary from the other direction…arrested by the abrupt transition in the foundations beneath his skin, formed by his bones. Like the continental shelf of a landmass, bordered by the roving, roiling sea.

And presently, she moved to finish pulling apart his top, exposing his belly. And then, he was rising from the bed.. lifting her with him until they both were sat upright. His nose bumped into her cheek, and then his lips were on her, kissing her, softly insistent. He sucked her lip deep into his mouth and gave her his teeth. He made her whimper, and did it again, and again, and again.

Gradually, she let her fingers splay up into his thick hair and close, grasping a firm handful of his golden-brown strands… and letting that grip ground her, as he explored her mouth with his. A groan dragged out of him in response as she tugged him. It felt like she'd wanted to touch him like this forever. His mane was cool and silky-smooth, and everything she'd imagined it could be. His wet tongue dipped into her mouth. This amount of closeness with him was shocking…

When he released her, sucking in deep breath and looking half dazed, it was only to pull his tunic back off his shoulders. ..She realized he was trying to remove it for her, and watched his muscles rippling in speechless anticipation.

He got stuck while trying to shimmy the sleeves down off his arms, and struggled briefly before abruptly losing his balance and collapsing backwards onto the bed with his arms trapped underneath him.

She heard his laughter's clear tinkling ring out from the pillows, and couldn't help but join in. For him to be so clumsy, was nigh unprecedented.

Her mirth gradually settled, into an awareness of him. ..It was him. The man she'd wanted, who was too beautiful to hope for, and who'd been too kind to avoid. Now, somehow, he was half-naked in her bed, looking frankly like a god. Surely, this was more like unto a waking dream, than reality.

Her hand tentatively reached out, so that her fingertips brushed against the gently pitching surface of his belly. His breath left him, as he felt her touch, her palm sliding fully onto him and cupping the lightly rounded skin. He relaxed, back onto the duvet.. no longer even trying to free himself from his tangled shirt. His surrender was so sweet…like receiving trust. Her fingers teased around his belly button, which seemed to her surely the very center of his vulnerability, and a soft moan issued gently from his throat.

She bit her lip, everything about the situation converging onto her heart and squeezing it tight within her chest. Her hand rose almost subconsciously to cover her mouth, as the fingers she'd lain upon him stroked and felt his skin shiver…marveling, that this was hers to do.

Careful to touch him only lightly where he was so soft, she delicately explored the gentle topography of his stomach, tracing its rise and fall with each tremulous breath. He watched her through lidded eyes, and let her do it.

After a time, she bent over and kissed his skin, wetly, letting her tongue move against it and feeling it tremble underneath her splayed hands and hearing the sharp intake of air into his lungs. He was delectable. She did it again, and again, licking down his abdomen to his belly while he so quietly vocalized, and when she reached his belly button she couldn't stop herself from trying to suck the skin just beside up into her mouth, which pulled from him a soft, broken moan. "th-thank you, Highness," he offered her, plaintive and polite, as she released him.

Those words, his stutter, that tone - it did something, to her guts. Tied them up into a cute little bow, mayhap. She rose, running her hands up his body, and leaving a trail of small kisses, until she reached his head and found his mouth. Moving on instinct, she gave him a deep, messy kiss, carelessly smearing saliva onto his cheek and chin.

"-Thank you for what?" she asked, careful to hold herself up over him and not put extra weight onto him while his arms were caught beneath him.

His cheeks blossomed with embarrassment. "m-marking me," he breathed, delicate and shy.

"-Did I?" she said in surprise. ..Flushed and utterly beautiful, he nodded, "I'm sure.."

She sat up, on his pelvis, and looked. The spot she'd sucked on had filled in with pink. She raised her hand to her mouth. "-Oh! I'm sorry! I didn't realize I was.."

He frowned, and she felt his hips pitch underneath her as he struggled with the sleeves of his tunic.. then heard the fabric yank and snap, as he abruptly pulled it off his arms with the Force. Freed, he swiftly sat up and tugged off the glove covering his prosthetic hand, tossing it carelessly aside…then ran his hand into her hair, holding her jaw, and kissed her.

Thoughts of guilt over hurting him momentarily dissolved, in the urgent heat of his kiss. She returned the gesture… And for a time thought of nothing else, but his lips, and his tongue, and his teeth, clamping her gently.

When he eventually released her, and they shared tremulous breath, he bashfully corrected, "well, please don't- Please don't apologize… a-fter all, it makes me.. incontestably happy, to have you leave reminders of you, upon my body."

"..b-but, doesn't it..hurt?" she asked, a little miserably, despite how winning his behavior.

"..it'll bruise.." he admitted, "it doesn't hurt."

She was mortified, to think of that little spot on his sensitive belly turning colors as the blood she'd unwittingly released from his capillaries degraded under his skin. Despite his assurances, she looked at him with big eyes, in silent apology.

The corner of his pretty mouth curled into a grin. "shhh… sweet little princess.." He nudged his nose into hers, cutely. "so sensitive, my precious girl.. but it's alright. …you didn’t hurt me…" And he gently, gently kissed her.. as though she might be made of crystal, and shatter.

"b-but your pretty tummy.."

"aww.." he sighed, at her description, and snuffed with delight. "…please trust me, Ciri.." And he claimed her lips, with another soft kiss.

Blinking moisture from her eyes at how he made her feel – treasured, damnably – she nodded, her acknowledgement. "k… st-still… I'd rather.." she trailed off.

Then, she reached into her tresses and plucked a few strands. She twirled them together into one, and wordlessly tied them about his wrist, while he watched curiously. Their eyes met, when she was done.

His had cleared, to limpid blue. The wan light streaming in through her windows filled them up, and made them glow. …It was strange, how that despite his eyes were so brightly colored, yet sometimes they seemed so pale as to pick up and mirror whatever ambient light had wandered into them.

"..Well, so h-here's a reminder, that's not.. U-um, s-so bruising."

Eyes going wet, he slipped his arms about her and gathered her in, and resumed his soft kisses.

He leaned back onto the bed, carrying her down with him, being very careful with his mouth on hers; and soon after he rolled them over, onto their sides, and pulled her tight in against his chest, curling himself around her. "thank you, sweetheart," he whispered into her ear. She wrapped her arms around him and squeezed him, tight.

Time slipped along, but enclosed in the heady circle of his body, she barely noticed. …It felt so very different, hugging him like this. With his soft bare skin, everywhere underneath her hands. ..She touched every bit of it, sides and shoulders and back and chest, every bit of him that she could. He was miraculously smooth, and warm, and pliant. She loved feeling the structures of his bone and muscle as they shifted under his skin, like ghosts. She took time to divine their nature. She kissed him, leisurely, all over his mouth and face and neck, and he let her do it..let her, direct his head, however she wished it, and always kissed her back whenever he'd been left within range. His hands casually roamed her in return… remaining respectfully atop her clothing and away from her chest, but sumptuously squeezing her wherever they fell, nonetheless. Meanwhile the sun gently set, and the room's light lowered.

"…I was nervous, a little," she confessed to him quietly, later, gently stroking his face after having spent the entirety of the sun's remaining light caressing him to her heart's content.

He'd reached out with the Force as the room grew dark, to switch on her light. Now its warm glow bathed his skin in gold.

"…nervous about what?" he whispered back.

"...that things would be…," she searched for the right word. "…That I wouldn't know, h-how to be, with you."

He paused, considering. The cool fingers of his prosthetic lightly stroked her neck, and ear, and gently teased into her hair. His other arm was wrapped tightly around her, holding her against him.

"…you were worried about that, last night, too," he observed. "..yet, here we are…"

She smiled. Yes, here they were. "Looks like I'm doing alright," she agreed.

"Looks like you're doing great," he returned. "..I couldn't possibly complain.."

She grinned, pleased. Then lightly grimaced with embarrassment. "–I could have been doing this the whole time, huh?" she asked, a little ruefully.

His returning grin sparked crookedly with mischief. "Basically," he admitted.

"…But.. I have very much enjoyed, slowly growing closer, with you," he added softly, more serious, "-I wouldn't change a thing.."

For some reason, the comment filled her with appreciation.

"good… M-me too! ..e-even if it was a… little hard, at times."

His pretty face tightened in a wince. "-Well, except for that. ..I'd take your worries back, if I could, Ciri…"

She snuffed and shook her head, "no, don't worry about it. I really don't think that would be realistic."

His gaze flicked over her face, studying. After a while he mouthed, "...k."

A moment passed, as she pondered how the little lines of his cheek, limned in the light.

"..I suppose…" he added quietly, a small smile playing gently at his lips and deepening the lines, his eyes gone soft, "..I have kinda enjoyed some of those hard times… for myself."

She sniffed, and smiled nonplussed. "-what do you mean?"

His blue eyes watched her, as a blush stole into his cheeks. "…it's been a bit tantalizing… the way you've made me ache."

Her face reddened, in turn… to think of him aching, over her. "..o-oh.. Um, y-yeah um…   I guess that has been rather nice. ..I hadn't really thought of it, l-like that, before.."

"…well I've spent kind of a long time, hoping to feel that way over someone, and not," he said wryly.

"I guess I'd…not. h-hoped.." she said quietly.

He tenderly thumbed her lower lip. "..We are so similar, in our difference.." he breathed.

She gazed into his eyes, captivated.

Then his mouth tweaked in another cute grin. "so… Are you still nervous?"

She gave him a shy grin back and shook her head, no. "n-not.. Right now, anyways.."

His grin broadened. "..Well, don't worry about it, princess," he teased, "-When I see you next I'll just give you a kiss, and hold you real tight, and you'll remember… what it felt like, right now."

She chuckled, bashfully. "T-thanks.. Good looking out."  

"My pleasure," he said proudly, and her laughter deepened, making his smile blossom triumphantly.

He cupped her neck, and carefully silenced her, with a kiss.

“….what does it feel like?” he breathed, afterwards. "..my fake hand.."

“it feels good,” she breathed back simply. It made his face tinge pink again…

“…I mean, is it different? ..from my other. My real one.”

She nodded, against the smooth synthskin of his palm. “It’s cooler..”

“..Is it uncanny? Your skin feels so warm…”

She shook her head, careful not to dislodge him, then took hold of his wrist, and turned her face to rub into his palm. “No…Just different,” she said. And she kissed it, the way he’d kissed hers, the night before. She felt a shudder pass through him, and watched his thick lashes fall languidly closed. …He truly was a delight, to behold. She knew that he was incomparably strong, and yet he seemed so delicate, sometimes..

Teasing, she lathed her tongue wantonly across his prosthetic palm, wetting every fold. And watched, his lips part and breathing hitch. She gave him a nibble, at the base of a finger, and it made him laugh…which made her snicker, lightly.

-She realized that she wasn’t used to seeing him, in this temperature of light. She usually saw him in the bright light of the sun, or the failing shadows of dusk; but not in the yellow-orange manufactured glow of cozy indoor spaces after sundown. It made him seem…homey.

Actually, the entire room had never seemed so hospitable to her, before. And it was her room.

His eyes slitted open. The yellow had kindled them to sapphire. “..What are you thinking?” he asked her softly. The hand she’d just kissed lightly caressed her jaw, and brushed her bottom lip.

She blushed. “That it's nice having you here. …Um… you m-make my room feel cozy,” she confessed, soft as a breath.

He blushed back, color stealing richly into his skin, as he slowly blinked.

“I do?” he asked quietly, such a soft poignance in his voice that it seemed to run through and tug directly on her heart.

Silently, she nodded.

He smiled, to himself, with pleasure. "I don't know what to say… it's the nicest thing anyone's ever said to me, Ciri.."

"oh," she emitted smally, "s-surely it's not.."

"..sweetheart.. But it is. …you know, it made me feel very, very special, when you wanted to cuddle here, with me."

That made a neat little fire kindle, within her belly, and invite her to warm herself at it. She smiled, and knew that it was dopey. "I… I’m very, very glad to have you here too, L-Luke."

His face split, sunnily, and his nose nudged hers. "I'm thrilled," he replied, before tenderly finding her lips, once again.

And when he released her, they spent a quiet moment just looking at each other, feeling peaceful.

“…so..” he breathed after a time, “while we're on the topic, of coziness…t-there’s something, that’s always seemed like it would probably be so cozy, to me...”

He was blushing, fiercely. His bashfulness, made her grin bare, with enjoyment. “oh, Luke.. you’re terribly cute,” she couldn’t restrain a happy little laugh, “what is it, pretty boy?”

She heard his breath softly flutter, at her teasing, and blushed, realizing what she’d just called him. Then she forgot to worry, because he was tightening his grip around her back, holding her jaw and gently, slowly licking over her lips and kissing her, with a humming sigh into her mouth, "..pr'tty girl.." She deepened and returned his kiss… And he took charge of her lip, and hung on to it, as he drew back, til it popped out of his mouth, wetly.

Then he said, smally, “…u-m, well… watch a horror holo with me?"

The contrast of that uncertain little request, with that kiss.. It was adorable. Still a little breathless, she couldn't stop from smiling appreciatively at him, “-what’s that?”

"..It's a holo, that's supposed to be scary," he whispered.

She was puzzled. “..Would a story really scare you, Luke? You’ve lived through… so many real things..”

She knew, that he'd seen terrible things. ..Done terrible things, even, when necessary.. Though for the life of her she couldn't imagine this sweet man, ever being angry, or violent, at all.

“..Um, the point is more, to scare you,” he admitted sheepishly.

“Me?”

He nodded. “…And then I squeeze you, and make you feel better,” he breathed. Her skin warmed, uncontrollably.

And she nodded, quietly.

The corner of his mouth tugged, gently up. “Yeah?” he confirmed, with sly pleasure.

“Y-yeah,” she agreed.

His face crinkled as it split, into a big happy smile that traveled all the way up into his eyes. “thank you, Ciri… It’s…," he broke into a sheepish laugh, "-it's something I used to hear about, back on Tattooine…but I never had anyone, I wished to comfort, just for fun.”

She felt her blush deepen. She’d rarely ever been comforted, before him. Now that he’d come into her life, it was becoming a matter of routine…and even, of entertainment? The reversal was stunning.

“It’s fun?” she asked innocently.

He nodded. “it’s fun..,” he confirmed.. then clarified, “-It’s fun when you’re not really that upset."

"...you'll need to not really let me get scared, then," she teased.

"sweetling, I won't," he promised somberly.

She blushed. She was acquiring terms of endearment faster than belief.

"…so, d-do you have… Something already picked out for this, too?" she asked, by way of recovery.

He shook his head, "Not for this… I thought we could look at teasers?"

She nodded, unquestioningly, and he smiled. "great…let's get ourselves resituated, shall we princess?"

..They had to untangle, a little, in order to sit up, again. She fixed their pillows, which had become strewn during their canoodling. Then he gathered her into his lap and kissed her neck, and picked up the datapad.

All that beautiful skin of his that she'd bravely exposed, was now at her back, where she quite disappointingly couldn't feel it. She dithered a moment, in her mind, while he navigated the Net.

When she gave his encircling forearm a tug, he easily released it. "J-just a moment… I'll be right back," she said, scooting off the bed. He hummed his acknowledgement, continuing his task.

She grabbed a couple of garments from where they were hung over the door of her wardrobe, and went into her bathroom to change. She emerged in a set of soft sleepclothes, thinner and much more comfortable than her leathers, which she tossed aside.

He beamed at her as she reclaimed her spot, between his legs, and he repositioned his arm around her, drawing her close up against him. "..better?" he asked her ear.

She agreed, "m-much better."

"I quite agree… You're much warmer, like this."

She blushed, and smiled with pleasure. "So are you."

"...I've got a few of these things, cued up… Let me know, if something catches your attention."

She nodded, and he switched off the lights and began playing teasers for her on the datapad…the name turned out to be fairly self-explanatory.

They were on an island, now, she felt, in the black. One built out of softness and their body heat, its edges defined by this strange little light that spilled onto their faces and hands but couldn't travel past. She wanted to hold something of his, so she slipped her arm over his leg and hooked his inner thigh. ..She'd never touched him there, before. It made her heart beat faster, to do it, and he didn't seem to mind at all.

"..I don't think I've felt anything succeeding on you yet," he murmured after a few.

"Um, I've been… a little more interested, than frightened," she admitted.

"Need to find something uninteresting… I get it," he mused playfully. "-Well we've barely scratched the surface."

They went through genres, until her stomach clenched and she realized that she was viewing more effective material. She was surprised that it was a supernatural teaser, they were watching. -Because she had always looked down on people who held such beliefs. But something about the unnaturalness of the imagery was potently unsettling to her.

When he noticed what it was doing to her to watch it, he grinned happily. "I think we may have found your kind of horror, princess." Then he leaned in to whisper into her ear, "I think it's kind of cute… that it's this that makes your heart pick up its pace… I know what you think of this sort of thing. Sweet little scientist."  

She blushed. "A-atheist, you mean. ..I-I don't really understand it, myself," she said.

"Well, where I'm from most people I know are atheists. It doesn't seem to impair the genre's popularity at all. Let's look at some more of these," he said, and proceeded to select several more.

They ended up choosing a horror-thriller set in an isolated locale, undergirded by a sinister mystery and ghosts. He rerouted the image to the projector, and set it on the covers before them. She shifted in his lap, as it began, and rubbed against him contentedly as she felt his arms wrapping around her and snugging her in tight. He pressed his lips to the shell of her ear, and she put her arms over his, holding him back.

"..Ciri.." he whispered, before long, "may I..?" His hand had found the hem of her shirt, and one of his fingertips quested up underneath it.

Her stomach filled with anticipatory flutters. "Y-yes," she invited, "-P-please."

…And his hand snaked under the fabric, to cup her bare abdomen, in his palm.

..It was his real hand, and astonishingly warm. Against her will, she heard the breath whine quietly in her throat, as he deliberately rubbed his thumb along her stomach…alongside his ragged sigh, into her ear. "..what a cute little belly.." he whispered, lightly biting the lobe. And he gave her a gentle, yet assertive squeeze, eliciting a delicate whimper from her lips, which she promptly bit to restrain any future such utterances. Something had kindled in her innards, underneath his touch, and absolutely refused to go out.

This, surely, was the ultimate indulgence. She'd thought that touching him was nice.

"th-thank you, Luke.." she stuttered weakly, her skin aflame under his hand.

"-thank you," he breathed in return, with a frankly teasing kiss.

…And as the holo played, his constant touches and softly brushing lips made it quite difficult for her to become overly frightened, just as he'd promised. There was far less for him to explain, this time around, partly because of all the things he'd already gone over, and partly due to the limited scenery in play. But everytime something unfamiliar appeared in the projection, she would eagerly anticipate the hum of his soft voice in her ear. And this time, the kisses he placed on her ear and neck to follow up his explanations were very forward, indeed; full of tonguings, nips, and suckles.

Everytime the holo made her tense, anticipating a scare, he'd tighten his arms and stroke her with his fingers, and 'shhhh' soothingly into her ear. And when the tension broke, with a grotesque spirit popping from out of nowhere into close view, and making her try to escape backwards into his bare chest... he'd squeeze her tightly in, happily laughing - not bothering to conceal his enjoyment. His warmth penetrated the fabric of her shirt as though it were nothing, and he’d begin licking and nibbling her neck, by way of distraction,  and she would relax back into him as the moment passed.

The final jump scare, cheesily marking the precise end of the tale, made both of them laugh as it faded into scrolling attributions.

"w-well, I hope taking care of me was as rewarding as you hoped it would be, Luke," she ventured with minor insecurity, as they calmed.

"It was much more rewarding than that," he said with self-satisfaction, and she couldn't help a pleased laugh. "-What about you? Worth it, being frightened for my amusement?"

She felt very silly, but she had to nod that it was. "Super worth it."

"Wonderful," he affirmed, "-Those kids on Tatooine knew what they were talking about, after all."

It made her snort. "You're a good deal more innocent, sometimes, than one might think.. yourself," she told him.

He chuckled. "I am? Well. -You make me feel like a farmboy, I can't help it. I love it.." his voice went soft, and he sucked on her earlobe, in recompense.

It made the breath leave her, messily. "y-you make me feel… like an entirely different person," she mumbled.

"..I hope that's a good thing.. What do you mean?"

She blinked through the haze of a blush.

"..Y-you make me feel like someone, w-wantable," she confessed. Someone, she had always known that she was not.

He paused, and she felt him swallow. "that's not someone different, Ciri," he declared. Then he flipped back on the friendly light, ending the holo's lingering spell, and shifted with preternatural ease out from under her, depositing her onto the bed…and swung himself over her, straddling her hips and supporting himself with an elbow above her head…pressing down onto her, enough to let her know he was there, without crushing her. She blinked, in surprise, looking up into his pretty blue eyes.

He dipped down, to kiss her, fervidly. His free hand cupped her face. She moaned into the kiss, helplessly. "You are who you are.." he mumbled against her lips, "..if you weren't, I wouldn't be attracted.." And put out his tongue, to use inside her mouth.

She briefly lost track of her surroundings, as all of her focus was consumed by him, and what he was doing, and doing it back.

"...You make it awful difficult for me to leave you alone in this bed, little princess.." he murmured finally. It had grown quite late, she was sure. His use of the diminutive made her tingle everywhere, underneath him.

"-y-you don't have, to do that," she couldn't help saying.

He bit his lip.

"..I think I do.." he replied at last, "..I don't wanna move too fast." She sighed. He laughed, and stopped her with a kiss. "..don't worry about it, Ciri. Ask me later. Everything's gonna work out."

"…well, at least let me walk you home," she suggested - then flushed at her use of the word. This wasn't his home. The truth was, she had no idea what place he might consider home, or where it might lie, with regard to her little planet. Did he ever get to spend much time there?

"mmm… I'd be honored," he said, giving her one last, searching kiss… and sat up.

She missed the weight of his torso, instantly.

"..Luke?" she asked.  

"Ciri?"

"Where is your home?"

He hesitated.. then shrugged. "I'm not sure I know. I have rooms in the Imperial Palace on Coruscant. That's where Leia lives. ..But I feel more comfortable in my X-wing.. I'm used to being on the move, I suppose."

"...that's sad," she said softly.

He smiled at her, faintly rueful. "..I'm a sad man."

She swallowed, and sat up.. let her fingers run into his hair and pulled him down, and kissed him gently. And he whispered, "..you haven't noticed, cuz you've been keeping me so happy…thank you, Ciri…I'm in your debt.."

"posh," she protested. He smiled.

"..just promise I'm seeing you, tomorrow morning."  

"you know you are.."

"..thank you, sweetling."

"you're very polite."

His face split, crookedly. "-That's my job!"

She smiled, and laughed. "..let me take you back, cute boy."

Eyes soft, he almost preened. Nodding, he scooted off of her, so she could move, and retrieved his boots… Then his tunic, and once she'd gotten her own boots on she stood, and handed him his glove.

Then something she'd forgotten, occurred to her. "-Oh, Luke, your comlink!" she blurted.

"..You mean your comlink," he corrected with a smile. "-Bring it, tomorrow. We can test it out. And your notebook.. I just know, you're gonna wanna take notes.." He finished pulling back on his glove. He'd put on his tunic, as well, but hadn't bothered closing it.

"k…," she trailed, momentarily distracted by the slitted flesh of his chest.

When she looked back up at him, he was lopsidedly smirking. She felt her cheeks heat.

He stood.

"-Y-your projector, and..," she mumbled, as he stepped in to kiss her.

"keep it," he mouthed, "..mess around with it, if you wish. I don't think you can break it." He gave her another wet, indulgent kiss.

She nodded. "o.. ok!"

It made him smile, again, the lines on his cheeks pulling taut. -He seemed to enjoy, what he was doing to her, she reflected. She laughed at herself, quietly, and took his hand.

..Soon they'd left her room, and made their way down the hallways to his. It felt odd, to be walking him, rather than the other way around… She kind of liked it. Though she didn't relish, the prospect of the return journey, alone.

She reflected that it was a journey he made, routinely, and wondered how he typically felt, along the way… but did not ask.

When they arrived at his door, she held up his hand to her lips, as he'd done so many times with hers, and delicately bussed his knuckles. Something flowered, in his eyes…Some poignancy. He stepped in closer and nuzzled in against her. "..thank you for my day, Ciri," he murmured gratefully, "thanks for watching silly holos with me, and inviting me to your bed, and for touching me.. And thank you for my flowers."

She shivered, hearing his thanks, and then his hands were on her… touching her waist, smoothing up her sides, pulling her in, and finally slipping round her back to anchor her against him.

She hugged him back, possessively, running her arms under the panels of his shirt, to feel the bare skin of his back one more time. "y-you're welcome, Luke.." she mumbled shyly.

"..you're gonna be ok?" he checked softly… then added, teasingly, "-You're not gonna have bad dreams, from that horror holo, are you?"

She laughed, "-no, I don't think so, Luke." And nodded, "..yeah, I'll be fine." And sighed, against his skin.

"..k."

"…what about you?"

He nodded. "..Me, too, Ciri."

And he kept hugging her, quietly, for minutes.

…Eventually she couldn't restrain a yawn.

He stirred, gently releasing her, with a rueful chuckle.

"Sorry to always do this.."

"always do what?"

"..keep you out past your bedtime, sweet princess," he answered, gently teasing.

She snorted. "Don't mention it."

-He kissed her, rather than mention more.

And when he let her go, he kept close to whisper a confession into her ear, "...I love, how it's so exhausting, to have every night I spend with you be the best night of my life."

She burned, quietly.. stunned. ..Meanwhile he was kissing her cheek, taking her hand, and pulling back.

"Good night, Ciri," he said gently, and gave her hand a squeeze, "..I'll see you tomorrow, princess."

She recovered herself in time to squeeze back, and return, "G-good night, Luke..! S-sleep well.."

He smiled, affectionately… And stepped back, into his door, which opened behind him on its own behalf.

..He winked, before the door's closing removed him from sight.

The walk back to her quarters was actually not near so long as she had expected… occupied, as she was, with what he'd just said. Was this what he'd meant, in his letter? What he hadn't wished, to commit to paper.. had he just obliquely committed it to her ear, instead, at the last?

The improbability of the sentiment, alone, was enough to make her blush.

Though it was very certainly true, the other way around.

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In His Arms

Luke Skywalker x reader

The distant echoes of ships, cargo speeders, and passenger pods littler the night sky above the hotel. The various multicolored lights of Coruscant’s vast multi populated city bounce on the ceiling of your room. Dancing along the dimly lit room, you carefully watch the colorful orbs in the safety of the comfortable bedding.

Pulling you into its hypnotic gaze, your body felt exhausted, but your mind still felt like it was on overdrive. No matter how hard you tried, you just couldn’t sleep. Shifting beneath the comforter, you just couldn’t stop tossing and turning, the room’s calming salt and the faint scent of fresh linen. But then, between the quiet sounds of your breathing were then taking over for a sinking feeling in your stomach.

Rising from the large bed, you wandered towards the door, and unlatched the chain. Opening the door, you were greeted with the sight of your treasured friend, Luke Skywalker. Standing before you, the man adorned a set of tattered and slightly smudged robes.

“Luke?” You ask, as your brows furrow.

Glancing your way, his icy blue eyes fill your soul with sorrow, just as you gain a sense of what happened.

“May I come in?” Luke asks, rubbing his hands together.

Motioning for him to enter the empty room, Luke unties his sash from around his waist, and sets it down on the desk. Returning from the bathroom with a set of clean clothes, Luke eagerly takes them.

“I’ll be right back.” He informs you before retreating to change.

A few minutes later, Luke emerges on a clean pair of night clothes and joins you in the small kitchenette. Handing him a glass of water, he downs it in seconds.

“Want to tell me what happened?” You ask, offering Luke a reassuring touch.

“I do. But not here.” He nods.

Joining you on the plush comforter, Luke wraps his arms around you, just wanting to hold you close. Gently laying his head in your chest, you carefully push his bangs away from his face. Breathing into you, Luke melts at your soft touch, trying not to cry.

“The mission failed. I nearly lost the entire team, Y/N. We were able to find the Holocron, but…” Luke tries to explain, but can’t.

Running your fingers along his scalp, hoping to relive the mountainous heap of stress on his shoulders. Gently rubbing circles along his spine, Luke’s breathing relaxes, and his nerves finally start to settle.

“It’s alright, Luke. We’re part of the Rebellion, it’s what we do. It may not be the best life, but this is the life we have. Even the Jedi know their own trials and tribulations. But it’s our life.” You explain, tracing along Luke’s features.

Raising your head to face him, a large smile overtakes your lips to discover that Luke is fast asleep in your arms. This is where he belonged.

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luke x fem!reader warnings: pegging, sub!luke, mommy kink, degrading, use of the nickname "puppy" word count: 812

“Are you sure it’ll feel good?” Luke asked. “It’ll feel just like my fingers do, even better” You reassured him. Tilting his chin you admired his shiny eyes. He couldn’t get over how beautiful you looked wearing the strap. The harness tight around your hips fitting every curve perfectly. The big pink cock looked intimidatingly attractive. “You’ve gotta get me ready baby” You teased taking the silicone in your hand. He bit his lip gently admiring the way you stroked it. “Mommy” He whined. “You can do it baby, open wide” You encouraged carding your fingers through his soft mop of hair. Luke grabbed the base of the strap delicately before his mouth met the tip. “Good boy” You grinned. Mimicking your usual movements he worked his tongue around it as if it was a real cock.

He looked so gorgeous gagging on your silicone dick. Saliva dripped down his mouth and tears welled in his eyes. “Nice and deep darling, all the way down” You whispered as he worked the object further and further down his throat. Luke hummed around it working it as best he could. “You look so pretty sucking my strap” You smirk tugging on his hair. With one more firm suck he pulled back with a pop. Your dildo soaked in his spit. He let out a needy whimper. “Please, mommy I need it” Luke whispered.

You could see how painfully hard he was. His tip a throbbing red as cum dribbled down his base. “Look how needy” You mumbled pushing him against the bed. “I want you to relax okay? Let mommy do everything” His breathing was laboured, clearly nervous as you wrapped your hand around his base pumping him slowly while adding lube to your cock. Luke let out desperate whines just from the teasing. “Please, m’ready” He groans. “Relax alright?” You remind him, maneuvering his body to be in between his thighs.

Running your fingers up and down his inner thighs had him squirming with anticipation for you. The long pink object looked delicious, the ribbed edges would feel amazing inside him. Luke wet his lips watching you press the tip against his ass. You continued to jerk him off hoping to ease any discomfort the new stretch caused. As you pushed in, Luke let out a high-pitched whine. The stretch was much different compared to your fingers. The burn gave him an orgasmic kind of sensation. “You’re doing so well Lukey” You mumbled watching his face contort with pleasure.

As you pulled out and thrust back in he let out a strangled moan of pleasure. The feeling of the cock inside of him felt incredible. “Feel so full” He moaned. “Feels good doesn’t it?” “Yes m-mommy” He whimpered. Your thrusts were slow letting him get used the the intense sensation against his prostate. The silicone rubbing against him was overwhelmingly good. He withered beneath you clawing at the pillow above him. “Aww you sound so pathetic with my cock inside you” You grinned. “Mommy faster please faster!” He begged.

You pulled all the way out of him admiring his pretty little hole before pounding back into him. Thrusts unforgiving as he trembled beneath you. He looked so good like this, tears pouring down his cheeks from the stimulation and drooling down his chin. “Such a dumb puppy for me aren’t you? Drooling everywhere for my cock” You smirked wiping the spit from his face and using it on his cock. “Y-Yes, just a dumb p-puppy for mommy” He repeated watching your tits swing with each thrust. You looked like a goddess above him, pounding his tight ass.

Luke felt so submissive beneath you, more so than usual. The feeling flooded every nerve in his body setting them all on fire. Every time you touched him he jolted with pleasure. Beads of precum dripped down his cock constantly like he was on the edge of an orgasm. The heat in his stomach grew and he let out a long whine. “I’ve barely even touched your cock and you’re already gonna cum? How pathetic” You teased. His blue eyes became dark with desire and he couldn’t hold back lifting his hips to hump the air hopelessly.

“Cum for me my love, let me have it” You smirked admiring his helpless and horny state. “Fuck mommy!” He choked out as ropes of cum spilled from his cock. You smiled wide as it coated his chest and stomach. “Good boy, let it all out” You smiled slowly your strokes careful not to overstimulate him too much. As you slow down he goes limp with a dopey smile on his face. “That was exhilarating” He whispered. “Exhilarating? That’s a big word for someone who got his brains fucked out” Luke hummed incoherently at the comment before you whispered in his ear. “Now I want you to ride me”

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🪄for Luke please!

— prompt: 🪄 “I’ll do anything you want me to do to you, but you have to say it out loud.” — request with this prompt list!

— cw: 18+, smut. Riding. Mommy kink. Yummy.

— a/n: Lmao this is my first time writing for Luke! Hope you like it <3.

Teasing Luke is ridiculously easy.

"…Please" He looks at you from below, gripping desperately at your hips.

"Please what?" You ask with your palms flat on his naked chest, your thumb tracing circles over the faint freckles of years living under the twin suns of Tatooine.

Instead of bothering with a reply, he buckles his hips upwards, moaning at the sensation of your slippery walls clenching around his cock. Such action earns him a sharp slap on his shoulder, making him whine.

"What did I tell you about that?" You hiss, leaning down and grabbing a fistful of his blonde locks to force Luke to look at you.

"Sorry—" He chokes, his dick throbbing deep inside you. He might be a fearless Jedi in the morning, but at night he was nothing more than whiny little bitch.

"You want to come?" Your words are sweet, dangerously sweet. Luke looks at you with doe, glassy eyes, his sweaty tanned skin glowing under the dim lights of your bedroom. Sometimes you wonder why the goddamned bastard is so beautiful.

"I do." He replies in a meek tone, biting his lip.

“I’ll do anything you want me to do to you, but you have to say it out loud.” Is your response. Luke isn't unfamiliar with dirty talking in the bedroom, but he is used to hearing you say it.

But he wants to come so, so bad.

"Please—" He begins, licking his lips and blushing wildly. He tries to concentrate but the sensation of your walls practically engulfing his cock is making it quite difficult. He is panting, mumbling, completely lost in your body. "Please mommy I want to come inside you."

"Hmm…" You nod softly, urging him to continue.

"I want to fuck you so bad, until I can't take it anymore." Luke closes his eyes, arching his back when you circle your hips as a reward. "I've been a good boy, mommy. Please— Please ride me, I want you to make me feel good."

Perhaps that was enough teasing.

Inching your face closer to his ear, you lick his earlobe sensually sending a shiver down his spine. "Good boy." You murmur, slowly lifting your hips before sliding down again. "Go ahead, fuck me."

And Oh— he does.

It's one of those rare moments where Luke is so flustered and hot and bothered that all he seeks is his own release. Lifting his upper body from the bed he wraps your waist with his toned arms and crashes his lips against yours. His hips waste no time, thrusting upwards and bouncing your body over and over on top of his cock. Luke moans, and he moans loud.

He gasps and groans, furrowing his eyebrows and fucking you relentlessly. The skin to skin contact becomes too much, and also incredibly lewd and loud.

"M–Mommy" Lukes moans, lowering his face and attaching his mouth to your nipple. He begins to suck and lick it, enjoying how they bounce and practically slap his face. "I'm gonna come, can I come? Please, please mommy."

His brutal force, a strength you only have seen in battle completely overshadows his usual gentle and sweet nature. You nod fervently, joining him with a symphony of moans and praises.

"Yes— you can." You manage to reply with loud gasps and cries of pleasure. "Be a good boy and come for mommy."

And that's all it takes.

Luke bites your shoulder to stop himself from yelling your name, rolling his cerulean eyes and releasing his thick cum inside of you. It floods your insides and drips down to his thighs. Luke rests his forehead against your shoulder, not before kissing the mark he left seconds prior.

A comfortable silence fills the room, while your bodies remain intertwined.

"…was I too harsh?" He whispers, the heat of the moment finally leaving him.

"No." You shake your head, planting a kiss on his blonde locks. "You were perfect."

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hii! could i request a luke skywalker and reader (if you write for him) where they "rescue" grogu together and one of the dark troopers hurt her and he heals her and dotes over her?? just really cute? maybe she falls asleep on him and he carries her to her bed and she asks him to stay, they wake up cuddling and maybe a confession too??? totally fine if you dont write forhim but thanks!!!

counting on you | luke skywalker

pairing: luke x jedi!reader

word count: 2,5k

summary: where luke and y/n rescue grogu, but y/n gets hurt

a/n: i hope it's alright that i changed it up a bit, i went with the flow~ and thank you for always providing me with star wars requests <33

warnings: angst, violence, mentions of blood, mentions of injuries, force healing

universe: star wars

A spooky stillness reigns on the giant light cruiser, even the dark troopers pause for a moment. Even though you sneak around, the droids’ sensors pick up your presence with ease. The silence vanishes just as quickly as it appeared as the troopers line up their blasters and start firing at you.

Your years of training have specialized you for these kinds of moments, which is why it is not difficult for you to take out the droids one by one with a targeted and well-considered movement of your glowing blade. You decapitate one of them, the heavy head banging on the hard floor, while another one sneaks up on you from behind. As a result of its actions, a green lightsaber is rammed through its upper body from behind in the next second. The red light behind the lifeless eyes extinguishes and the droid collapses, smoke emanating from the inside.

Quickly, you raise your own lightsaber in front of your body, allowing you to deflect the blaster fire from the dark troopers who have not yet fallen. Again and again, you block their attacks and direct the dangerous projectiles in the other direction. Shortly, you catch a glimpse of one of the surveillance cameras mounted in the upper corner of the ceiling before it is destroyed by a deflected shot.

You know you are being watched.

Together and as a team, it does not take long until you have fought your way through the entire cruiser, through almost all enemy troops, and are now close to your final destination. The Force that called you here is incredibly strong, even stronger than you expected. And you can clearly feel it.

“Y/N!”, your name echoes through the battle as you pound one of the troopers against the wall with a flying ammo box, crushing it motionless. “This way.”

Disposing of your last opponent by severing its mechanical arms and legs, you extinguish your lightsaber blade and follow Luke into an elevator, adjusting the hood of your cloak that has slightly slipped during combat. You stand closely next to him, breathing heavily and trying to control your breathing, while the fight did not bother Luke at all. Which is pretty unfair considering how many dark troopers he took out on his own.

“Did you count?”, is the only thing Luke asks you, his gaze fixed ahead, his hand on the hilt of his lightsaber. Nodding, you answer his question, and a small smile pulls at the corner of your lips. You can’t fully reply, however, when the elevator abruptly stops on the selected floor and the doors hiss open.

As if in slow motion, Luke steps out first, the green blade already lit again, and faces the crowd of dark troopers who have just been waiting for the both of you. Immediately, Luke deflects and dodges each trooper’s blaster shots, severing the first of them in two. Startled, you take a step back all of a sudden, not knowing exactly what made you do it, the adrenaline dulling all your senses.

Moving quickly, closely behind Luke, you also take out a dark trooper who has gotten a little to close for your liking. You use the Force to pull one of them towards you, but do not manage to pull him as close as you originally intended, which surprises you once again. Luke does not realize, however, as he swipes his green lightsaber across the trooper from top to the bottom. The next one he pushes backwards with a boost of the Force.

Thrilled and exhausted, you watch as he effectively crushes the very last enemy with the Force in a matter of seconds with a tiny flick of his hand, an action that only makes you realize just how powerful Luke really is.

You still have a lot to learn.

Now, you stand alone in front of the locked blast door that protects those you came here for. A deep indentation in the door indicates that you got here just in time.

As you stagger, preparing to open the thick door with your lightsaber, it already hisses to the side on its own, opening up a view of the bridge. The sliding doors reveal, even though blurry, a group of the most diverse inhabitants of the galaxy: bounty hunters, Mandalorians, Imperials, and…

“Are you Jedi?”, the Mandalorian in shining silver armor asks after you have removed your hoods and revealed your faces upon entering.

“We are”, Luke replies calmly, his eyes shifting to the left toward the small green figure hiding behind the back of a chair. You watch as Luke reaches out to the Force-sensitive child and asks him to come along. His words ring in your head from afar, as if he weren’t standing right next to you.

You can tell from the Mandalorian’s movement that they are still talking, but their conversation is drowned out by a loud and uncomfortable beeping in your ear. When a sudden rush of pain shoots through you all of a sudden, you wince and take another step back, as if something invisible hit you out of nowhere.

Instinctively, your hand grabs your side and when it comes into contact with your skin you can’t help but cry out in pain. The moment you look down at yourself and there is dark blood all over your hand, your blood, the realization hits you roughly.

You weren’t hit by something invisible. Unnoticedly, you were hit by a blaster shot, one that neither Luke nor you were able to deflect after stepping out of the elevator. This also explains why you staggered all of a sudden, why you were suddenly unconcentrated and could no longer properly recognize the figures in front of you, why you are now on the fastest way to the hard, cold ground.

If it weren’t for Luke, who catches you in one swift movement and slowly slides you to the ground, his hands tightly wrapped around your body, you would have hit your head. You do not want to seem weak, especially not in front of him, which is probably why you have been subconsciously suppressing the pain all along. However, you are wounded more severely than you thought, at least judging by the expression on Luke’s face after he took a closer look at your bleeding wound.

Perplexed and no longer able to fully comprehend what is happening around you, your vision only gets clear for short intervals. At first, you recognize several silhouettes looking at you, including the tiny green creature, while the next moment you hear R2-D2’s worried squeak. Then you are blinded by a bright light before feeling severe pain that suddenly vanishes again and then, out of nowhere, an X-Wing appears in front of you. Before you know it, you are in the endless vastness of space and then you slip into pure darkness.

When you can open your eyes properly for the first time after what feels like hours of being unconscious, even though your head is still constantly buzzing, it takes you a moment to find your way back to the here and now. A brown wall made of some kind of fabric reveals in front of you and you realize that you are lying on a makeshift bamboo bed, your jedi robe on top of you, turned into a blanket. Outside of what appears to be a tent you hear the soft cracking of a fire that casts eerie shadows on the tent wall. Unable to hear any other sounds, you quickly want to get up and search for Luke as the fear coursing through you due to his absence is quickly replaced by pain.

Groaning, you touch the familiar spot, where you were hit by blaster fire not too long ago, with your hand. Now, there is a large bacta patch attached to your skin, covering and protecting the wound. Slowly but surely acquainting yourself with your new immobility, you crawl to the entrance of the makeshift tent and pull the fabric that works as a door aside.

The light of the flames blinds you for a brief moment, but at the same time greets you with a pleasant warmth immediately.

“Y/N! You are awake”, Luke says, visibly glad as he quickly gets up from his cross-legged position next to the fire and rushes to you, dropping to the ground next to you while putting a safe arm around your shoulders. His other hand he places on your cheek and his eyes search your face for cluses as to how you are doing.

“I- Where are we?”, you ask in amazement, not being able to clearly see where you are even when you take a look at your surroundings. All you can recognize is that you are hidden in some forest in the galaxy. Your train of thought is interrupted, however, when a childlike cooing sounds next to you. You are shocked to find that the little green creature has come along this journey with you.

“May I introduce you, this is Grogu”, Luke introduces the two of you, and Grogu coos at the mention of his name, ears pricked. “Grogu, this is Y/N.”

Grogu’s little green hand touches your leg, seemingly his own way of greeting you, causing you to briefly giggle. You have to stop yourself, however, as the excruciating pain washes over you once more.

“I don’t know how it happened! I deflected all the shots, but this one must have escaped me and got you straight”, Luke chatters away, the guilt clearly written on his face. “The medical bay on this damn cruiser had hardly any equipment, so I could only put a bacta patch on the wound. I hope-”

“Luke”, you interrupt him gently, putting your hand on the side of his face now in order to force him to look directly at you. “It’s fine, I’m fine. It only hurts a little when I move. Or breathe.”

Luke immediately takes a breath in, ready to interject once more, presumably to tell you to lie down, but this time he remains silent as you pull his face towards you and bring your lips together in a gentle kiss. You don’t know what exactly made you do it, maybe it is the adrenaline that is still rushing through your veins, or it just felt right in that exact moment, here and now. Whatever it was, here you are, kissing Luke Skywalker and he seems to agree, actually deepening the kiss while leaning his torso more over your body, running his hand down the sides of your body, the side that is not injured. Wait a minute..

With a sudden jerk you promptly move away from Luke and look down at yourself, startled, examining the bacta patch that is still in place. However, the painful tug you felt when moving suddenly disappeared. Puzzled and not quite understanding what happened, Luke also looks at your wound, immediately grabbing your hand when you start to remove the patch, trying to prevent you from doing so.

“Y/N-”

“Wait, wait. It.. doesn’t hurt anymore”, you brush him off and he lets you remove the patch. Together you draw in a sharp breath at the same time as the bacta patch reveals your shining skin, no traces of a wound left. As if it never even existed.  

“What..”, both of you start, when Grogu, who has settled down right next to you in the meantime, answers with a coo, stretching out one of his tiny hands. At that exact moment the realization what this little guy apparently tries to tell you dawns upon you, and apparently also on Luke.

“No, no. That is absolutely impossible”, Luke immediately denies what you are both trying to comprehend at that moment, examining his own hands closely with wide eyes. He tries to understand that he healed you and did it with nothing but the Force itself.

“The sacred jedi texts say that-”

“Of course I just magically healed you with the Force and he tells me it’s what he always does”, Luke murmurs softly under his breath, causing you to look at him, placing Grogu on your lap while your heartbeat picks up again when you lock eyes with Luke. Questioningly, you stare at him, although you know exactly what he means. “I suppose now I will never have the courage to-”

“This is incredible!”, you yelp with delight, taking Grogu by surprise as the next moment he is stumbling backwards, R2 next to him beeping at you reproachfully as the protective brother he is. Happy and completely pain-free, you grab the little one and hold him in your arms so that he examines you with his huge eyes. Even though you know he can’t answer you or you wouldn’t understand since you don’t know how Luke is able to communicate with him, you smile at the little creature that reminds you of an old master while Luke still has to process the situation.

Which is more than fine with you, because that way he will not notice how fast your heart is beating after you have just kissed him out of nowhere.

“Courage for what?”, you interrupt him now, actually curious, but still a bit shy and reserved. The hope that he is triggering inside of you scares you. You weren’t even this scared when facing the dark troopers as you are in this moment. And Luke feels exactly the same.

“I- Well-”, Luke begins, but when he finds himself at a loss for the right words, he is the one leaning in and joining your lips in a soft kiss that you did not see coming at all. He gently moves his lips against yours and if you did not know better, you feel him smile against you every now and then.

Only when he breaks the kiss do you dare to take a deep breath in, although his face is still incredibly close in front of yours. His beautiful shining eyes light up at the sight of you, saying so much more than words ever could. Never again can you imagine living without that feeling inside of you, that mutual feeling of being loved feels so intoxicating.

R2-D2, who is currently talking to the child, does not seem to be bothered by the renewed awkward silence between the two of you. Rather, he takes this as an opportunity to beep even louder and tell one of his great stories.

“I-”, you try to start another conversation with Luke, who is still looking at you with so much affection that you could melt right there and then. Pulling yourself together, however, you slowly continue, emphasizing every single word: “By the way, I have eliminated fifteen dark troopers.”

There is a brief silence, and it almost looks as if Luke has stopped breathing for a second. But then he snorts loudly, and his beautiful laugh rings out to you. You can’t help but join his laughter until he abruptly stops and looks at you with all seriousness, his hand on your cheek and his thumb caressing your bottom lip.

“I got twenty-five.”

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Star Wars Fanfiction

In Which Series by Ariel_Sojourner

Luke Skywalker, Rebel Commander and Jedi Knight in Training and his father, Darth Vader, Lord of the Sith find themselves back in time in the midst of the Clone Wars. It doesn't matter how it happened or why. What matters is that after some discussion they mutually agree that they couldn't care less about preserving the time space continuum and decide to fix things.

This series includes the main epic story of how Luke and Vader save the galaxy and a series of short stories and omakes set in the new universe they create together.

Part 1.Back From the Future: Episode VI The Clone Wars | Chapters: 21/21 |

In which Luke Skywalker and Darth Vader travel back in time together to the Clone Wars era, have amazing adventures, and save the galaxy.

Part 2. Back From the Future: Episode V Vader Strikes Back | Chapters: 11/? |

In which Luke Skywalker and Darth Vader travel back in time together to the Clone Wars Era but the fight to take down Palpatine ends very differently

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