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My Soul in Her

Luke Skywalker x reader

Summary: Longing to erase the sensitivity of your personal connection with the Force, an emotional decision brings you closer to Luke Skywalker as he knows how to help.

Word Count: 2.3k

Warning(s): MEGA FLUFF, very little plot, talk of a broken Force-bond, slight sadness, established relationship, a slight fight, Luke being a loving man and taking care of the reader, SMUT – 18 + loss of virginity, oral (f! receiving), and skin and body appreciation (both sides).

A/N: Happy Valentine’s Day to me…

Encasing your mind to the gentleness of the salty sea air, the faint scent of celestial lilies and rosemary calm your senses whilst the island across the lake taunts you endlessly. Silently skipping stones into the clear water, all you can do is respectfully fight the urge to swim over to the shore. Just for some peace and quiet. But instead, you choose not to and you close your eyes and still your breath. 

Extending your palm to the ground, the waves become muffled as the sensation of the Force flowing through the very fingerprints and veins of your hand slowly spreads through your arm and ends at your elbow. Concentrating on a single smooth stone that litters the pebbled beach, the rock barely hovers above the toe of your boot. Refusing to take flight, you try harder, and suddenly a stinging breath captures the airways of your lungs, causing you to lose all your focus. 

Clasping the center of your chest, tears well in your e/c eyes that were once full of life, and the lake’s waves radiate against your eardrums with a sudden realization. The Force had departed from your body. Never to return. 

Wiping away your tears, the same pebble that you struggled to lift rises and perfectly skips across the water. 

“I know what you’re trying to do. …And it’s not helping.” You announce to your lone audience member. 

“I’m sorry. I thought it would make you feel better.” Luke answers, descending the garden steps. 

“It seems nothing can make me feel better and you know it.” You reply. 

“Don’t say that. It’s too early to start punishing yourself.” Luke says. 

Placing his hand on your shoulder, his touch alone makes you want to melt into him. But you can’t, not when your mind isn’t clear. So you don’t say anything.

“I hate to see you like this, Y/N. To watch you drown in your own sorrow, choosing to stay inside, having your meals in your room. It’s heartbreaking.” Luke continues, turning to face you. 

Your bottom lip slightly quivers at Luke’s observations, silently knowing that he is right. 

“Tell me.” He whispers before you. 

Tracing the outline of your face, he brings two fingers below your chin, and you face him fully. 

“After… we were separated, something happened. The bomb, it— Not only did it tear us apart, but it broke my Force-bond to you. Our bond that you first felt on Dagobah, …it’s gone. It tore our relationship in half. And without it, I can no longer sense you, feel you, and I’m starting to become a stranger to the Rebellion. It’s obvious. Even Han of all people can tell. It’s why I…” You explain, but you can’t finish. 

“It’s why I sensed your “death.” But it is the Force breaking around you. I knew there was something else to it. Is that why you refuse to use your lightsaber?” Luke questions, tilting down to your level. 

All you can do is nod. 

“Don’t worry, Y/N. It’s like you’ve always said: ‘Don’t lose faith.’ If we start your training tomorrow morning, then we can go back to –“ He starts, stepping away from you. 

“What? ‘Start training?’ Do you know how difficult this is for me? How closed off I feel? What training will solve that? I’ve tried everything with Jacob when he melted down that Carbonite! We spent five long years accomplishing nothing! Nothing worked, Luke!” You shout at the blonde, pushing him away with all your might. 

“Commander Upshur told me everything. You had successes, too.” Luke rebuttals, shocked by your tone. 

“I understand that we are the first of the new Jedi, Luke. I really do. But you need to let me process this. I need time to heal for myself. And right now, I want to do this alone.” You order, leaving your closet acquaintance alone on the beach. 

***** 

Sleep doesn’t come easy for you. The gentle sound of crickets and the cool breeze makes you toss and turn even more. Sitting up, an empty sigh releases itself from your lips. Running your fingers through your hair, you’re suddenly at a loss for what to do, it was as if you had no one. 

Then, in the next few calm seconds, a light fluttering fills the depths of your chest. Like someone was calling to you. 

‘Come to me.’

Luke’s words echo through you, causing you to shake. Swallowing your fear, you follow his light demand, ultimately curious to see where this will take you. Wandering through the dimly lit Palace hallways, Luke’s declaration grows louder and stronger as you reach a door that you’ve never seen before. 

Closing your palm around the ornate handle, you push the door open, only to have a gasp bubble in your throat. Luke stands on the other side, expecting you. 

“You’re here.” He says, letting you in. 

“You called.” You reply. 

Nervously crossing the threshold, Luke closes the door behind you, and the sight of the room leaves you speechless. Remnants of an old study appear to have been converted into a bedroom with a view. Yet, knowing Luke, the room has slightly returned to its original form. 

Delicate star shaped pendant lights hang from the ceiling, surrounding the room is a soft golden glow, reflecting the real ones from outside. Dark colored sheets of silk curtains blow in the breeze as light ones cover the bed in a secluded old marble wading pool. Walking over to a wooden desk, scattered pieces of Luke’s equipment litter the surface. Multiple lightsaber pieces, broken fragments of kyber crystals, and wiring tools linger about. 

“Is this place yours?” You cautiously ask. 

“It is. Seeing how Leia and I have returned to our Mother’s domain, it’s only right that she pulled some strings for us. Not that I’m complaining.” Luke explains, with his back to you. 

“Of course she did.” You chuckle. 

Turning around to face Luke, he does the same in perfect unison from the tiny kitchenette in the corner. Suddenly you’re greeted with him. All of him. His impeccable physique nearly knocks you off your own two feet. The way his powerful muscles linger against his broad frame cause you to clear your throat. Sure, you had seen Luke shirtless before, but why did it have to be in the dim and slightly romantic lighting did you have to notice? 

Well, someone like Luke can certainly change in five years. 

Handing you a glass of water, you bring your gaze up to his own, until you notice the white silk scarf hanging from his shoulders. It was the same one you bought for him in Mos Eisley when you both met for the first time. When he revealed his Jedi status to you before returning to aid his friends at Jabba’s Palace. 

Taking one of the ends in your hand, a small smile fills your lips, delighted to know he still carries it. 

“You still have it.” You say, moving to sit on the desk. 

“Of course. I never dreamed of giving this away. Even when you were gone, this scarf was the only way I remained close to you. But you’re here, now.” Luke replies, setting down your glass of water. 

A moment of silence erupts from the two of you. While you both didn’t need to say anything, you try to, but can’t.

“Where do you feel that the Force-bond resides? If you had to pick a place for it?” Luke asks. 

“It’s here. I know that to be true.” You reply, placing your hand in the dead center of your chest.

“You’re sure?” Luke questions.

“Yes, it feels weak every time I reach out.” You explain, folding your hands. 

Luke gives you an understanding nod. Leaning closer, your lips are suddenly inches apart and your breath is caught in your throat.

“What are you doing?” You whisper through half-lidded eyes.

“Rectifying the situation, that’s all.” Luke replies

Fully closing your eyes, you’re suddenly numb by your reconnected lover’s presence.

“What about the Code?” You mumble.

“Well, it’s like you reminded me: we are the first of the new.” Luke answers, tilting his head closer.

Closing the gap between the two of you, Luke gently presses his lips to yours, surrounding you with his arms. Unconsciously parting your knees, Luke deepens the kiss before standing in between your legs. Running your fingers through his dirty blonde hair, a groan escapes his chest the second he effortlessly lifts you off the desk.

Placing you on the edge of his bed, Luke breaks the kiss, much to your dismay.

“Are you sure this is what you want?” He asks, lightly cupping your face. 

“Yes. I want this with you. Only you.” You reply, holding Luke’s hands. 

Tilting his head toward you, he moves down to kiss your neck and a gasp escalates from your lips. Unbuttoning your nightshirt, Luke discards it from your frame, and tosses it behind him, along with the rest of your clothes shortly afterward. 

Instinctively shielding yourself from him, Luke helps ease the tension and places the silk scarf on the floor. Reaching behind you, he adjusts the place where he was once sleeping, making it more comfortable. 

“Don’t be shy, you can rest now, sweetheart.” Luke announces. 

Unsheathing your protective hands from your bare skin, Luke tosses his ebony cloak to the side from beneath the bedding and gives you all of his attention. Kissing you once more, you calmly follow his lead and lay down in the warm sanctuary of pillows and softness. Standing before you, the sight of his physique puts you in an almost trance-like state. Seeing him without his gear was once a luxury you never thought you could afford. Now, you realize that these visions lead you here, they were calling to you from the future.

Slowly crawling his way up your body, Luke kisses your skin with adoration. Reaching your thighs, you gasp as his soft lips trace over the sensitive skin of your inner thighs. Hovering over your core, Luke teases you with an almost devilishly hungry smirk whilst the two of you make eye contact.

Running his pink lips over your throbbing folds, you prop yourself up on your elbows to make sure he doesn’t hurt you.

But he would never.

Parting your folds with his tongue, a shaky moan escapes your mouth. Gripping your hips in his hands, Luke holds you in place as he nudges your sensitive entrance with his lips. His icy blue eyes stare into your very soul as he presses his tongue into your slick opening, earning a cry from you. Swirling around in your bundle of nerves, Luke’s grip grows tighter, keeping you together. Trying your best to keep your eyes on Luke, every flick and beat brings sounds from your being that are more precious than every instrument in the Palace’s War Room.

Falling back to the plush bedding, Luke brings a free hand to gently knead one of your breasts, his digits carefully massage the tender goosebump ridden skin. Gripping Luke’s wrist, you smoothly cum on his tongue, allowing your taste to fill his mouth. 

Wiping his lips, Luke slowly ascends up your body and perfectly nestles into your hips. Wrapping your legs around his waist, he strokes himself, pumping the tip of his cock. Encasing his cloak around the two of you, Luke aligns himself with your virgin hole, teasing your slick folds with his tip.

Moaning at the foreign feeling, you grip Luke’s veiny forearms, squeezing his hot skin. That was all he needed. Sliding himself past your entrance, the two of you moan in harmony at this feeling. Burying his face in your neck, Luke leisurely moves his hips forward, gently thrusting his way into you. Longing to be deep inside you, he selfishly couldn’t help but imagine what this would be like. From the moment you appeared back into each other’s lives, he knew that this is how he could help you.

Gripping his muscular back, you expect any form of pain, but there wasn’t any. Euphoria washes itself over your body as Luke descends your collarbones and kisses the center of your chest. Thrusting his manhood deeper inside you, you can feel the spark in between your breasts grow bigger and stronger.

The Force was coming back to you.

Feeling your walls squeezing around Luke’s cock, a growl rises in broad chest. Slightly quickening his pace, a fluttering sensation fills your core. Pressing your nails against his freckled and scarred skin, Luke rides out your orgasm in pure awe of you. Lifting your hips with his own, you let go and Luke cums after you, filling you with his warmth. Scratching his back, his skin burns as he exits from your core, and you scream his name. Stroking your thigh with his free hand, Luke prompts you to relax, and you release your legs from around his waist.

“I love you.” Luke whispers in the dark.

Refusing to break your grip, Luke cups the sides of your face, kissing you softly. Suddenly, the strong connection of the Force fills your soul with all its might, granting you the wisdom and power you thought was gone. Breaking the kiss, Luke points to an object on his nightstand. Reaching out, you levitate a set of pens off the table before setting them down on the wooden surface.

Glancing back towards Luke, he gives you a nod of approval, acknowledging your feat.

“You alright?” He asks. 

It was as if the world stopped. Tears begin to form in your eyes as your quiet sobs and cries of happiness fill the room. Nudging your nose with his own, your lips find his. Scratching his scalp, the strong connection between your souls grows exponentially just as your cries turn back into soft moans.

Surrounding himself around your frame, Luke lays you on your side, and never lets go until you both fall in love with one another all over again.

“I love you too.” You answer, nuzzling yourself into Luke’s arms. 

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Sucking Luke Skywalker's Dick | Luke x Reader ⚡️💋

"How's that feel?" You look up at Luke, a mischievous gleam in your eyes. You must look so slutty like this...kneeling between his parted legs, drool running down your chin as you tease at his cock with the tip of your tongue. Luke is all but melting into the cockpit chair you've pushed him down into - a puddle of want and arousal as you toy with his dick. He's still got his shirt on - perfectly buttoned into place. But his pants are a disaster - hastily pulled down and bunched around his ankles.

His cock is everything you'd expect it to be - the perfect length with a flushed, sticky tapered tip. Your mouth waters as you stare at it - you bet it would feel oh so good to be pressed up deep inside of you. You want to climb on top of Luke right then and there and finally put an end to the stupid sexual tension that's been mounting between you for the past few weeks. You feel your core throb at the thought - riding Luke Skywalker bareback in the captain's chair of the Millennium Falcon? Now that would be a fun story to bring back to your friends at the rebel base.

"We shouldn't be d-doing this here." Luke stutters out, bringing you back to the present. "Han will kill us if he finds out..."

"Hmm." You shrug, giving his dick a few tugs with your hand. Luke shudders in response. "So we'll make sure he doesn't find out."

You lean down and take his cock into your mouth slowly, making sure to not let yourself get too carried away. You could be totally wrong about this - but you're fairly certain that Luke has little to no sexual experience. So you want to make this really, really good for him.

You're not usually one to take things slow - but Luke is totally worth the extra time and care. He's kind and funny and smart and he's been a great friend to you the past few months that you've been riding along with the Millennium Falcon crew on a mission for the rebels. Whenever you get homesick or nervous, Luke is always ready to lend a listening ear or to crack a joke. He's been such a reliable companion this whole time, and you never would have considered fucking him until...

Until you caught him jerking off in the shower.

It had been a month or two ago. You had been making a stop at one of the rebel bases hidden away on some far flung planet. The base had a few comfortable bunk rooms for you all to crash in with a shared bathing area. One night, most of the crew had been out socializing at the main part of the base while you had opted to stay behind and take a luxurious hot shower. As you entered the large bathroom, you heard some muffled noises coming from one of the shower stalls. You tiptoed towards the stalls, curious.

One of the showers was in use, and the occupant had left the stall door open a crack. They probably thought that everyone else had left to socialize. A deep moan reverberated through the room and you recognized the steady timber of Luke's voice. Oh my God. Your cheeks had reddened as you realized that Luke was pleasuring himself in the shower, and he had no idea that you were listening. You stood in silent shock for a moment - you should definitely leave, right? Luke had moaned a second time, clearly in the midst of a really great fantasy. You couldn't resist - you crept closer and got a good peak through the crack in the door, aaaaand...

Turns out, Luke is hot as fuck naked. Once you got a glimpse of Luke's toned, bare body....well, you certainly couldn't forget it. The way his face flushed as he pleasured himself. The length and weight of his perfect cock. His well defined abs and toned chest.

In the weeks that followed, you started to get flirty with Luke. Touching him every excuse you got, holding his gaze for longer than necessary...fantasizing about him at night. He seemed to genuinely love the attention - flirting back and basking in your presence. Before you knew it there was an unspoken tension built up between the two of you that you desperately wanted to break.

And now here you were - breaking that tension by sucking Luke's sweet cock into your tiny mouth.

You slowly swallow Luke's cock, taking him deep into your throat while maintaining merciless eye contact. He stares at you with those big blue farmer's boy doe eyes. As you take him deeper, he can't believe his fucking luck. He reaches out a hand and tentatively places it on top of your head, encouraging you. His touch is sweet, gentle. His hand is trembling.

He bottoms out, the tip of his dick hitting the back of your throat. You breathe in through your nose, resisting the urge to gag. You stay like that for a moment, letting him drink in the sensation of being fully sheathed in your mouth. And then you pull your lips back, sliding back up the shaft and towards his leaking tip. He exhales, a soft moan rumbling out of his chest at the sensation of your lips dragging across his cock. Your pussy pulses at the sound - you want to hear that moan every day for the rest of your life.

You release his cock with a pop! and work at him with your hand for a few beats, pulling and massaging at him while you catch your breath for a moment. He's biting his lip - no doubt biting back another moan.

"Luke. I want to hear how much you're enjoying this. Moan for me, baby." You grin up at him, continuing to work at his cock with your hand. You reach your free hand down to fondle his balls and his breath hitches at the unexpected sensation. You're going to absolutely ruin this man.

"I-I...gotta be quiet." Luke says, his face flushing red as you continue to play with him. "Can't get caught."

"If you say so." You wink at him before dragging your tongue along the underside of his cockhead. You hit a particularly sensitive spot and his eyes practically rolls back in his skull. A low keen escapes from the back of his throat, and you know you've got him hook, line and sinker. "You ready to cum?"

His eyelids flutter closed and all he can do is nod dumbly as you pick up your pace - gliding your hand up and down his cock. Base to tip.

You slide your lips around him and take in a mouthful of cock. You begin to bob your head furiously - sucking him in time with the motion of your hand stroking the base of his cock. The combination of your hand and your mouth together is enough to have Luke seeing stars. He lets out a ragged breath and you know he's getting close.

"Y/N...fuck..." You've never heard Luke curse before, and the word is music to your ears. You go even faster, an obscene slurping noise emanating from your mouth as you attempt to suck him dry. He lets out a noise of deep satisfaction, letting his head fall back into the headrest of the captain's chair. Blonde hair fluffs out behind him, staticky and bright against the chair's smooth leather. His hand in your hair quivers and jerks as you maneuver your mouth around his beautiful cock. His fuzzy thighs twinge and jerk under you as he gets closer and closer to his high. You double down on your efforts - picking up the pace, deepening the pressure.

"Y/N. Y/N! I'm going to...I need to...I can't..." He's talking absolute nonsense, unsure of what to do as his body tenses up to cum. His eyes fly open in surprise as he looks down at you, unsure of what to do. "Should I - ?"

You don't give him a chance to second guess himself - continuing to suck him off at a brutal pace. His hand in your hair tightens, grabbing a fistful of your tangled locks and pulling lightly. His other hand grips the chair's armrest with vigor. He's so fucking hot like this - all flushed and blissed out as he chases his high. Your panties are absolutely soaked and you try to commit this image of fucked-out Luke Skywalker to memory.

He tries desperately to pull you off his cock before he cums. He doesn't want to be rude, after all. You two never discussed your preference for this kind of thing - but lucky for Luke, you like to swallow. You hold fast, batting his hand away and letting him finish in your mouth. You can feel the orgasm rolling through him, and you try to pull every bit of pleasure you can out of him and down your throat. His thick cum hits the back of your throat in hot waves and once again you do your best not to gag.

As he finishes, he moans out your name over and over like he's reciting a prayer. You're not sure if Jedi are allowed to worship a deity - but the way he says your name makes you feel like some sort of goddess.

He groans when he's finished, his cock sensitive and spent. You slowly pull your mouth off of him, wiping the stickiness away with the back of your hand. You grin up at him - he looks absolutely wrecked. His hair is a mess, his face is red and flushed with a post-orgasm tinge of red. He looks absolutely beautiful like this. Your pussy is going to explode if you don't have this man inside you in the next ten minutes.

"Luke."

"Y-yeah?" His eyes are zoned out and he looks like he's on cloud 9.

"How long before oyu can get it up again?"

"What." His eyes refocus and he stares down at you in disbelief.

"How long before you can get this - " You reach out a finger and slide it along his soft cock. He shudders, it's sensitive. "- back up?"

"Um. Maybe ten minutes?" He says hesitantly, not sure what you're getting at. Are you going to make fun of him?

"Perfect." You get to your feet a bit shakily, dusting off your pants as you go. "Come on, we're going to my room. I'm gonna fuck you."

"Y-you're...what?" Luke's hastily pulling his pants back on, struggling to get to his feet. His legs look shaky and unbalanced - he's doing his best.

"I'm going to fuck you. I need your cock inside of me, like, yesterday." You walk away, moving towards the exit. You throw a cheeky look over your shoulder, watching him scramble to button his pants and follow you out towards your quarters. "Is that alright with you?"

"Oh yeah, absolutely." He nods his head a little too enthusiastically, blonde hair still mussed from the way he had been slumped in the cockpit chair. "You can do whatever you want with me."

"Whatever I want?" You say thoughtfully, leading the way towards your tiny room, towards your bed. "Oh, Luke. You shouldn't have said that." You unlock the door and beckon him inside. "Now take off your clothes - we've got a fun night ahead of us."

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End!

[iceman-kazansky]

The Code

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Requested by: nobody

Request: n/a

Pairings: Luke Skywalker x reader

Warnings: Kissing!! Pinning, mentions of alcohol consumption, I wouldn't call this a happy ending. I'm pretty sure there is no specified pronouns here so it could be interpreted as gender neutral if you'd like

Word count: 636

A/n: Guess what I watched!! How To Lose A Guy in 10 Days!! Matthew McConaughey is a DILF (no cause he's actually so incredibly hot?? Like DAMN) and I loosely based this off that one scene in the movie, so if ykyk. I wrote this in like an hour tops because idk everything just aligned, and my ideas were flowinggggg.

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The drink in your hand was making you giddy as you ambled down the long halls of a rebel base.

Luke, your best friend, led you. The pair of you were a little tipsy after a night out, but Luke, being the more sober of you two and always the gentleman, was making sure you got back to your room safely.

“Careful,” Luke murmured, stopping outside your room while you wobbled on unsteady legs. He helped you open your door, his fingers pressing into the keypad to enter the code he had engraved into his memory. After all, he'd been here more times than he could ever keep count of– this place was basically a second room to him.

He guided you inside, his hand on the small of your back. The contact, which usually you wouldn't have paid any mind to, made you shiver instead. An effect of the alcohol currently running through your system, probably.

The alcohol made it hard to hide your attraction to him. You were semi-certain you'd said something to him about how handsome he was in the bar, but everything was hazy.

You angled your head to look over your shoulder at him. A low beam from the lights in the hall cast a soft glow on him, creating what looked like a halo around his golden head of hair. It was majestic, to say the least. Your gaze shamelessly wandered his face further before catching the glint of his eyes in the illuminated doorway to your room. Swallowing nervously, you realized he knew you had been staring and subsequently averted your gaze, trying desperately to shut off your brain the best you could.

But as it turns out, it's pretty hard to get an alcohol-driven mind to just simply.. shut off. No, you had only one thought, or rather person in mind. And it wouldn't go away.

Luke barely had you through the door when you turned to face him. The tension between you two seemed to peak at that moment– your body felt like a nervous wreck about to happen. But then, like a crack of lightning, something in you snapped. You had to relieve this pressure, one way or another– foolish or not. Filled with liquid courage, you leaned forth to capture his lips with your own.

Luke seemed caught off guard. His body tensed up at the feeling of you. However, it was quick to dissipate as you felt him relax, his body fully welcoming you.

“The code,” Luke suddenly whispered, his mouth detaching from yours. It felt apologetic, in a way.

You nodded to him, eyes peeling open as you pulled away. When you searched his eyes, it only confirmed that he felt sorry. You sighed, turning your head away from his pitying gaze. Shame washed over you– It was a stupid, foolish mistake to try kissing Luke like that. He had the code, of course. You just made a move on your best friend and were rejec–

A soft hand came up to grasp your jaw. Luke turned your head and in an instant his lips were back on yours, cutting off your train of thought.

You groaned at the feeling, your hands coming up to cup his cheeks. The feeling overwhelmed you. Perhaps in a poor moment of desire and want, you let it consume you for what felt like an eternity but truly was only a few moments. Eventually, you pulled away softly, withdrawing from the situation, “Luke, the code,” you mumbled, panting, “You can't.. we can't..”

Trailing off, you could see the reluctant agreement in his eyes. Neither of you wanted to risk it..

But that didn't really matter, as it turned out.

Before you knew it you were back kissing him. You don't know who initiated it, but it was heated and full of longing. Neither of you paid heed to the previous worries. It seemed as if caution had been thrown to the wind.

Luke placed his hands on your waist, walking you backwards until the back of your knees knocked against the mattress. His hands came down to your thighs, wrapping around them and lifting you up effortlessly. He moved you back gently and laid you down, his body settling over yours.

The blond haired boy pulled away again, hovering over you. “You're beautiful,” he murmured. Slowly, he lowered his head to rest in the crook of your neck. He sighed deeply. “I'm sorry. I can't.. The jedi code forbids attachments..”

You don't respond, not sure how or what to say. You know full well what the jedi code allows and doesn't allow. It pains you every day– every time you look at Luke you can't help but feel a tug in your heart knowing he can't with you. He won't.

Eventually, you find your voice to respond, “I know.”

It's a simple two word answer that may not seem like much but it is. It's a solemn acceptance yet a thank you all in one.

It's a disguise. Begging for maybe, just maybe, one day you two would work. However, things would have to stay as they were– they wouldn't change now. It was possible they never would, either. Not for you or anyone else. Luke valued the code too much. Even if it tore him apart.

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𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤? 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠! 𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝!

ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ || ᴛᴀɢʟɪꜱᴛ || ɴᴀᴠɪɢᴀᴛɪᴏɴ

[sonofthedunes]

I'm imagining afterglow Luke and omg he's so sweet and beautiful 🥺

anon, i’m gonna do you one better: imagine it’s the very first time you’re seeing him like this. the “grand finale” has occurred, you’re both lying there staring at the ceiling and panting as though you just tried outrunning a herd of fathiers. it was messy, it was clumsy, and it might have ended just a little too soon-but you loved every second of it. you can hardly believe it happened-with him. and as you look over to gauge his reaction, it seems luke can’t either.

he roughly runs a hand through his hair, blinking rapidly, and starts giggling. it’s the sort of giggle that spills out like a gush of spring water, almost effortless and full of ebullient joy. he cracks a toothy grin. “…wow,” he says somewhat hoarsely, cheeks a healthy shade of pink. “that was…” briefly he covers his face with both hands, searching for a word that apparently doesn’t materialize. “wow.”

“yeah,” you agree, turning on your side to really drink him in. luke mirrors your movements, forming his bent arm into a makeshift pillow. the gazes lock, hold, and you let your eyes travel along the body that’s no longer a mystery. in a little while, when you return to your quarters and your lonely bunk, you’ll ruminate on the exact taste of his salty sweat; the veins in his magnificent large hands; the wild, desperate look in his eyes as you fumbled with each other’s clothes; the sounds he’d made during the act, those shaky breaths and whimpers, the low moans and pleading that sent shock waves right to your center.

but for now, this is enough. to lie together companionably and enjoy the afterglow of it all, bask in the warmth of luke’s slightly tanned skin and the affectionate way he studies you. “you alright?” he asks, snuggling a bit closer.

“oh, i’m fine,” you hum, leaning in so that your noses practically touch.

“was it good?”

“you were wonderful. really.”

maker, he’s beautiful when he smiles. “so were you.” quick as hyperspace he plants a kiss on your parted lips. “really.”

shaking your head, you chase after the promise of another anointing from that sweet mouth and insist “luke, you’re too nice to me.”

he happily gives it to you and replies, “this is ‘being too nice,’ huh? well…i guess i’ll just have to keep doing it until you believe you deserve it. you free tomorrow night?”

you frame his impish face between your palms and bestow loud, smacking kisses on every part until he’s laughing and squirming against you. sometimes it still feels like a dream, his choosing you. “i think my schedule just magically cleared up.”

[tsotf-fic]

♚ chapter 1 - when stars collide ♛

iii. the ward

As they approached the party, Y/N gasped. The palace itself matched the over-extravagance of the partygoers: hundred-foot-long velvet tapestries depicting the glory of the Empire decorated the front of the former Jedi Temple in a way seemingly designed to mock its ancient history. The statues of ancient Jedi sages had long been torn down, replaced by a single statue of the Emperor looming over the center of the stairway. Stormtroopers flanked the sides of the building, stony and unmoving, threatening any onlookers who would dare to step a toe out of line.

"Are there normally this many stormtroopers stationed outside of the Imperial Palace?" Leia asked, careful to sound as innocent as possible. It wasn't entirely fake; stormtroopers were nonexistent on Alderaan, so any eavesdropper would assume she was purely unaccustomed to their presence.

"It is standard protocol," Her father responded, and then he lowered his voice. "Although... something about this doesn't feel quite right to me, either."

Y/N shivered. Without saying anything, Leia intertwined their fingers, not quite grasping her hand but still holding on to her as they ascended the palace steps.

A crimson-plated protocol droid stood off to the side of the massive doors at the palace entrance. The palace guards had their staffs crossed, blocking entry to anyone who dared to enter uninvited. Not that anyone would–palace security had a reputation for being both impenetrable and merciless, and although there hadn’t been any incidents as of late, no one dared to find out just what the repercussions would be. There were rumors, however. It was best not to think of them. 

The droid straightened up as they approached, greeting them in a posh, mellifluous voice. “Greetings, loyal citizens of the Empire. I am L-3PO, official Imperial liaison between organics and robotics, tasked tonight with welcoming guests to this most wonderful event. I’ll have to check to see that you’re on the guest list and verify your identities–this will only take a moment!” 

Datapad in hand, the droid scrolled through with their stylus, and Y/N could only begin to imagine how long the list was; just how many planets, and people…

"Presenting the Alderaanian Delegation,” L-3PO said, reading from the illuminated screen. “Her Majesty, Queen Breha Organa, and His Highness, Viceroy Bail Organa.” 

The royal couple bowed and made their way through the doors, pausing just behind the entrance to wait for the girls.

L-3PO spoke again. “Her Highness, Princess Leia Organa, and…?” The droid looked over at Y/N skeptically, mechanical eyes glinting, and she froze. Leia’s eyes flicked between Y/N and her parents nervously, silently begging for their help as Y/N stood unresponsive.

Breha looked over at the frightened girl and stepped in. "Lady Y/N Alde, our ward."

"Oh–my deepest apologies, Your Highness, it took a moment for my database to recognize her face! Forgive my slight malfunction," L-3PO apologized, and the guards backed away, lowering their staffs. "Her Grace, Lady Y/N Alde."

A flame rose to Y/N’s cheeks as she stepped forward, praying her makeup would hide her humiliation as she went to join her party. A few sympathetic glances were thrown her way, but she chose to ignore them, save for the eyes of the princess–eyes that held no patronizing pity. Only anger.

fanfiction by @kaleidoscope1967eyes

[raccoonscribbles]

playboy bunny

u scare luke in a skimpy outfit, is just fluff tho

also f* dinluke, i block all the tags and still end up seeing it 😢

”bunny, you went shopping today?” luke smiles at you, “i wanna see what you got.”

“you do? got this pretty purple outfit— one second, i’ll go put it on!” you scramble off into the bed room.

you change into a purple playboy bunny suit, with white collars, purple ears, and matching heels.

“lu, baby, are you here? i put it on..” she walked out, trying to find him.

his eyes landing on her, and the blue milk spilled from his mouth, “o—oh.. you.. wow..”

[veras1ne]

“Malevolent.”

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ Hi My Stars! Sorry I took a short break, as I stated in my previous posts I just haven’t been doing well mentally and started to focus my energy on different things but I believe I have reached a balance and feel ready to take on writing again.

˗ˏˋWith that being said this post is dedicated to THIS ask! I hope I did. your request justice Nonnie because this was truly a fun experience to write!!´ˎ˗

: ̗̀➛ WARNINGS🪷: This is your warning for the following NSFW content: PIV Sex, not explicitly stated consent, ❗️CONSENTUAL, I do not write non-con, it’s just not what I’m comfortable with. ❗️Slapping, Cum Stuffing, Squirting, Choking, Degrading, Rough Sex.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳🫧Pairing: Luke Skywalker x AFAB!Reader

*ೃ༄ I am NOT responsible for the content you consume or view! Read responsibly!! 🫶🏻

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ Summary🕊️: Just pure smut, quite literally nothing else, no plot, nothing, just.. disgusting sex with Luke Skywalker.

"Look at me when I speak to you. His hot breath fanned against your cheek; his voice was callous and angry. "You hear me? Look at me.” Your eyes met with his towering over your frail body; the once gentle touches he provided your body with were replaced with harsh grabs that formed bruises on your cold skin.Hot tears began to form and fall against your cheeks.

Your sobs echoed in the room as he grabbed a handful of your hair. You bit back a scream, but it was only a whisper instead of a yell. He pulled you closer until your faces were barely inches apart from his own.

Your nose grazed his lips as you looked up at him with watery eyes; your lips were pink and swollen from his violent kisses, and the purple hues on your neck matched the angry scratch you had left on his back due to his hours of torture as he tore apart your pussy, licking and nipping at your clit.

It was the first time he had done such things to you; however, after this, you were sure that it wouldn’t be the last. His rough hands grabbed your wrists as Luke took your nipple into his mouth, sucking on it and scraping his teeth across your sensitive nerves.

You writhed on the bed, screaming incoherently as your mind became consumed by images of his dick entering your pussy while he rutted against the sheets, seeking pleasure while providing you with pain mixed with indulgence and elation. The image burned like fire, making you feel as if you would die. It made your stomach churn, and his hand clasped against your throat, constricting the airflow and making you gasp for air. Your newly released hands grasped Luke’s face, pulling his lips to meet yours, swallowing each other's pleasure and the sounds of nirvana.

The feeling of his lips caressing your mouth caused you to whimper as your hips bucked beneath him, begging him to give you what you so desperately wanted. His cock was the one thing you could no longer go without; you needed it, and you needed it terribly. But the feeling didn’t last long.

His tongue swiped against yours, forcing your parted lips open as his fat cock began to stretch your walls, his length providing a simply stinging sensation that you only craved more and more as he thrust up, rutting into your pussy. The smell of sex filled the room, causing your head to spin and your eyes to roll back.His scent intoxicated your senses, and you felt your inner walls tighten around his dick as his thick cock throbbed in an almost desperate need to come out of your cunt.

You moaned, grabbing a handful of his sandy hair and pulling his strands harshly.

His hands dropped from your hips to the headboard, his right coming down and opening your sore mouth with his fingers. "You’re such a disgusting slut, letting me torture your pussy and choke you out? This is all you’ve ever wanted, huh?" His voice sounded gruff and low; it sent shivers down your spine. "You're such a fucking whore; I bet you've never even been touched like this before. Nobody could ever fuck a disgusting whore like you like I could." His hand slipped from your mouth, cupping your mouth to keep it open and spitting down your throat. "You better swallow that. You should be grateful I would ever give my spit to a slut such as yourself." He squeezed your breast roughly, earning another painful cry from your lips. "That got you to look at me, didn’t it? Good job, you did one thing right."He shoved your face against the mattress, forcing your head downward as he forced himself further inside of you. You felt your body quiver with every movement he made. “Luke, please. Please make me cum, please." Your pleas fell on deaf ears as he continued his actions, using you as a sick dumpster for his cum and a doll for him to play with when he needs relief.

You cried out, your eyes closed, as his hand came across your cheek, slapping you and sending shocks through your bruised body as he fucked you harder and harder, his hard cock pulsating inside of you, filling you with pure ecstasy as you felt the orgasm building. “You want to cum? Fine. Cum, bitch." His words seemed to burn in your head.The pressure increased inside of you; his cock was pounding faster and harder, pressing against your cervix and causing you to tremble violently.

You screamed as you climaxed, your body trembling uncontrollably as you tried to control your breathing. Your squirt sprayed his thighs and chest as you convulsed against his body, writhing under his hands and turning your head to watch him with eyes full of ecstasy as they rolled back, your cream mixing with your squirt to create a disgusting mixture. He removed himself from your throbbing hole, fetching the pants he had stored in his pockets earlier.

He lined himself up with the center of your worn underwear that was wet with your slick, jerking his cock as he came on your undergarments, tainting it with thick ropes of his own release, sweat dripping down his chest, and coating his hair with salt.

"There we go. That wasn’t too bad, was it?“ His words were soft as he ran a hand through your messy hair, his tone now tender as he pulled you up and onto your knees, pulling your body to rest against his. He wiped the remnants of your cum off your body as you looked up at him in exhaustion but with a smile, his hands holding your body as he put on your cum-stained panties back onto your cunt, shoving his fingers through the sheer fabric and stuffing his cum inside the shallow end of your pussy.

"You’re such a dick baby." You rested your hand on his thigh, listening to his fast heartbeat.

"Oh, but who was the one begging for mine?"

[star-dust-stuf]

Luke Skywalker x period!reader

title: let you go, let you fly

warnings: descriptions of pain, blood, some angst but mostly fluff

a/n: it's sad I've never written for Luke cause I love him so much. so why not start with a period comfort? sorry for typos I suck at typing, enjoy babes.

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Luke was helping Han fix his falcon, it was perfect timing because we were close to the planet Hoth. But it was the worst timing when I had gotten my period that morning, I had leaked and left a stain on the back of my dress, though the dress is off white it still stood out and would definitely leave a stain. 

I was in a small little room, a small cubby with a bed and a shut down robot in the corner. Its medical wing but I didn't come there for medical assistance, I was hiding. I knew Luke would tease me about this even though I really never really told him about it. But I knew Han would joke about it if I even mentioned it. 

"Luke, pass me that wrench!" Han said from the top of his ship.

Luke handed it to him from the latter. "You know where y/n went? She's been gone since we landed.

Han chuckled, pulling up some wires and making them snap. "She's probably wondering and getting into things she's not supposed to."

Luke laughed, "yeah, if that was you, you'd say it's exploring. And there's nothing wrong with exploring!" He hopped off the ladder. 

Han watched him, "what, you're gonna leave me to fix this damn thing by myself?"

Luke smiled up at him, shouting a bit so he could hear him. "If she's lost then someones gotta find her. Besides you got 3PO!" 

Han grumbles, "yeah, give me the robot that never shuts up."

Luke started to head to the right, thinking I'd be in the control room, he knew I had a thing for pressing buttons which he honestly found adorable. He asked some people if they've seen me, one man told him he saw me walk down to the wing. Luke grew concerned and headed there immediately. 

He checked in the small pods then finally made it to the private ones, the door slid open and there I was. I quickly faced him. "Oh. Luke."

"Y/n, what's wrong, you hurt?" Luke stepped in the the door closed. I didn't really answer, not wanting to say I wasn't or just lying. He saw right through me. "You look a little nervous."

I sigh, "Luke?"

"Yeah?" 

I stuttered, I sighed again and just turned around, I didn't want to say I had gotten my period and bled all over cause what's the point of embarrassing myself further. There was silence for a moment, then he spoke in a calm and soft manner. 

"Oh, y/n. Why didn't you say?" He got close to me as I turned back to face him. 

I shrug, "I didn't think..."

He smiled, "it's just a period, if you needed help you couldve asked. I see you may have... Stained the back of your dress." 

I nod a little, he knew my embarrassment wasnt going away but he understood, it was a sensitive topic for me. He went over to a small door on the side of the wall, he pulled out a orange suit. "Okay. Just slip the dress off, put this on and tie the top around your waist."

I took it. "Thanks..." 

He chuckled at how red my face is. "It's alright. But do you have- you know... a pad-."

I cut him off, more embarrassed, "yeah! Yup!"

He laughed and nodded, "just take your time, I wont let Han leave without you." He left the small pod through the sliding door and it slid back shut. 

It was comforting to know he understood, he didn't want me to feel like I couldn't say anything about it, but he also didn't want me to speak about it if it truly made me uncomfortable. Luke headed back to Han, me following behind him. He whispered to Han who was done fixing his ship.

"Han?"

"Yeah?" He drilled a piece back in place.

"She... She got her period."

Han chuckled, "did she?"

Luke rolled his eyes, "don't make her angry alright?"

Han smirked. "Because I want her nagging me all day. Yeah right."

Luke smiled a little, "just don't mention it, okay?"

I walked up to the Falcon, Luke saw Han grinning. Luke knew he wouldn't leave me alone. Once we got going I was sitting behind Luke and Han. It was during the flight I was starting to get cramps and I didn't really know what to do, I sort became restless in my seat. 

Han smirked, "why don't you go lay down?" 

I glair, "no."

"Well if you have... Oh what do you call them?" Han teased.

Luke rolled his eyes, "knock it off Han, she doesn't feel good." 

Luke stood up and got to me. "Here, I'll get you something warm, you go lay down, okay?" 

I nodded and stood up. Luke took my hand softly to help me up as I did. Once I left Luke smacked Han on the back of his head. "What did I say?" 

"You know exactly what you said and still decided to say it." Luke snapped.

Han rose his hands as if he was surrendering. "Alright, alright. So I teased her. She listened to you more than me!"

"Because I wasn't teasing her about it." Luke said as he walked out. Han scoffed. 

Luke followed shortly after me, he helped me lay down gently and gave me a blanket. "Ignore Han he doesn't know how to show affection." 

I smiled a little, "thank you Luke... I know this isn't something-."

He cut me off with a soft voice. "I don't expect you to not get a period time and time again when we travel throuh the galaxy. I know sometimes they can get... Painful and I don't want you to be uncomfortable."

I smiled softly at him, "why're you so kind?"

He laughed softly, "I guess it's in my nature." Hs caught himself putting a lock of hair behind my ear before I flinchd in pain, placing my hand on my lower stomach. "Oh. Okay, okay, just breathe for a minute." 

He placed his hand where mine was, his breath was warm on my face and his hand was warm on my stomach. He smiled gently, "see, just breathe..." He made sure I was fast asleep before leaving, he didn't want me to be uncomfortable and alone.

[lex-the-flex]

Being Intimate with Luke

Luke Skywalker x reader

Warning(s): 18+ – PURE SMUT BELOW THE CUT, mentions of loosing virginity, descriptions of sex, MEGA FLUFF, (please bear with me, I’ve been craving writing some smut and I haven’t done it in a bit).

A/N: This idea came from @rubixcuby because let’s be real, Luke smut is a blessing.

The echoing sound of your whimpers radiate through the small hut that lingers deep in the desert. Teasing your folds with his tip, Luke swallows your moans with a deep kiss. Passionately locking his lips with yours, you squirm underneath Luke as he takes your hand in his.

“Luke, please. I want you…” You announce, practically begging for his touch.

“Are you sure you want this, Y/N? I don’t want to hurt you.” Luke replies, pausing everything.

Nodding, you take Luke’s chin in your free hand, he briefly leans into your touch. Kissing your palm, Luke trails down your arm, guiding his lips across every inch of your skin. Closing your legs around Luke’s waist, his tongue twirls around your breast, causing you to gasp in surprise.

Pressing his tip against your throbbing clit, the two of you lovingly gaze at one another just as Luke pushes his manhood past your exposed entrance. Moaning in the empty home together, your lungs become clogged with ecstasy as Luke thrusts his hips forward, longing to be inside you.

Burying his face in the crook of your neck, a sonnet of sounds escape from your lips, enjoying this newfound feeling. Closing the space between the two of you, Luke grips your hand just a little tighter, embracing the wave of euphoria passing over his body.

Welcoming his warmth, your walls slowly close around Luke’s manhood, letting him know that you were near your end. Letting go of your neck, Luke balances himself upward, wanting to watch you come undone beneath him. Stirring up his pace, your tight walls fully close around Luke, allowing a growl to escape from his chest.

Suddenly gripping Luke’s bicep, you lean further into his gentle touch, and you nod at your nearing release.

“Luke, I can’t—“ You begin, but the words get caught in your throat.

“I know. I’m here, Y/N.” He advises.

Curling your toes, a moan escapes from your lips and you arch your back forward, finishing at your own pace. Caressing your cheek with his thumb, Luke prolongs your desire by coming undone after you.

Gasping for air, a smile erupts from the corners of your mouth, and the soothing sounds of your laughter follows suit. Leaning his forehead on your own, a rare full smile rises from Luke’s lips, and your shared laughter fills the quiet hit that he is now proud to call home.

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[obi-wan-kenobis-boxer-briefs]

Dry Humping Luke Skywalker | Luke x Reader ⚡️💋

"Shhhh! Be quiet Luke!" You clap your hand across your friend's mouth to stifle his soft moans.

"I can't help it, Y/N. You feel so good." The blonde groans into your hand, kneading your bare tits with his wide palms. You pull your hand away and grin down at him. It's late - far too late to be up the night before a mission. Yet here you are in Luke Skywalker's room, straddling the man himself on his bed. Letting him see your bare breasts for the first time. "It's just that I've wanted to touch them for so long and..."

You shut him up with a kiss and he gratefully melts his lips into yours. You kiss as he plays with your plush breasts, each flick of his fingertips across your nipples sending electricity straight to your core. You can feel the hardness of his cock even through all the layers of clothing between you. You flex your hips down for more friction, trying to find the tip of his cock beneath all the cloth so you can...oh. There it is.

You line up your clit with what you assume is Luke's cockhead and you flare your hips against him. Fuck yes. Luke lets out a low sound of surprise at the sensation, his hands flying from your breasts to your hips so he can help you along.

"Is this good for you, Luke?" You whisper, staring him down with glittering eyes. "Do you like the feel of me grinding on your dick?"

All Luke can do is look up at you with large blue eyes, his lips parted in awe as he juts his own hips up to meet yours. Your tits roll and bounce with each motion, your top laying somewhere abandoned on the floor.

You lean forward so you can whisper in his ear -

"Maybe when we get back from the mission, we do this without clothes." You nibble at his ear flirtatiously and he absolutely goes wild, bucking up into you with a deep groan of want. You press hot, wet kisses down his neck as you thrusts up into you, desperate.

A moment later he unexpectedly stills, and you pull back so you can look him in the eyes once more. His face is painted with a look of abject horror as he stares up at you, his fingertips still squeezing into your waist with a force fit to bruise.

"Luke!?" You ask, panic rising in your throat at the way his eyes are filled with terror. "Luke, what's wrong?"

"Y/N..." He says in a choked voice. "I, um, I came."

"What do you mean you...? Oh! Oh. Luke - it's alright!" You bring up a hand to cup his face gently. "It was your first time doing this sort of thing, it's alright that you finished just from a little dry humping."

Luke avoids your gaze, face beet red with embaressment.

"Listen, the more often you do this sort of thing, the easier it gets to edge yourself and hold off on cumming. And I volunteer to train you in the ways of sex." You say with a light cackle. He can't help but crack a smile as he looks back up at you with those big baby blues.

"So...when we survive tomorrow's mission...you're saying you'd be up for doing this again?" You can't help the soft smile that pulls at your cheeks at his hopeful tone.

"Luke, babe, if we make it out alive tomorrow, I'm gonna absolutely rock your world."

-----

End!

[biggestsimponhere]

thoughts on ROTJ-era Luke flirting with a shy reader?

I made the reader a girl, i’m sorry if that’s now what you wanted 😔

I think he’d be so cocky about it, but not like mean cocky more like “I know you’re into me and i’m into you” type cocky.

He definitely takes advantage of your shy nature to make you blush

Will flirt with you in front of your friends or his friends

Thinks it’s adorable when you start blushing and hiding behind him

“Are you gonna let me take you to dinner soon?” He says sitting next to you. “L-Luke, not now” You say blushing and looking down at your tray. Luke sitting down at your table in general had caught the eye of all your friends who turned to watch the interaction. “Why not now sweetheart?” He said smiling broadly at you. “You know why Luke” You said rubbing the back of your neck. “Just let me take you out, please, i’ll shout my love for you from the rooftops if i have to” He says reaching over and setting his hand on yours.

- Now of course he won’t do anything to make you uncomfortable but he does know you like your friends to know

“It’s really not necessary Luke” You say ducking your head. “I want to take you out to dinner at least” He said brushing your hand. “If i say yes will you leave?” You ask quietly. “Yes i will” He said smiling. “Then yes, i will go to dinner with you” You say softly. “Yes! Did you hear that Leia? She said she’ll go out with me !” He shouted to his sister as he stood up. You turned to see Leia shoot him a quick thumbs up before turning back to her conversation.

“I’ll see you at dinner later sweetheart” He said pecking your hand before leaving. Your friends immediately turned to you and started squealing. “Be quiet” You say shushing then quickly. “How am i supposed to be quiet? You have a date with Luke Skywalker?!?!” Mary said squealing again. “Shhhh now he’s looking over here” You said glancing back towards his table. He smiled at you dashingly as he waved. You waved back before turning to your friends. “Yes i do, now shut up” you said quickly, as you blushed and turned back to your food.

[pomplalamoose]

⭐Counting⭐Stars⭐Masterlist

Luke Skywalker x reader

summary: a collection of one shots, all following the narrative of you and Luke meeting for the first time across different time periods, realities and universes

or

my own little what if? -project

"...do you think we are lovers in every universe?"

"I like to think we'd always find a way to each other."

⭐ The Mechanic

⭐ The Zookeeper

⭐ The Chimney Sweeper

⭐ The Gardener

⭐ The King

⭐ ...

[sonofthedunes]

heyyy i messaged you a little bit ago asking if you still write like fanfic …. ik it’s been a week or two since i asked but i think i finally thought of a potential fic request. if you feel so inclined, my fic request would be what soft moments with dilf luke would be like. like in between jedi training and love making what would happen? how would dilf luke react to accidentally falling asleep on him/holding hands/soft intimate moments? again if you don’t like the idea/don’t wanna write it that’s totally fine, just thought i’d ask

oh hi anon!! i was wondering if i’d ever hear from you again :p i love your idea—it’s one i’ve explored before, and i do so love some soft and tender dilf luke. let’s see what i can cook up:

Looking back, you realize that it started happening little by little: tiny gestures that could be interpreted as simple human decency. Luke offers you the biggest portions of fish at dinner, but only because you need to keep up your strength; he doesn’t allow you to walk the cliffs alone at first, but only because they’re steep and he knows firsthand how dangerous they can be. Part of you is annoyed—you’re not a child, you’re perfectly capable of minding yourself. The longer this goes on, however…the more frequently he shows that he does have a heart under that gruff exterior…you grow to appreciate it. You welcome it, even.

And eventually, it dawns on you that you might love him. Not just as a master, but as a man—something he’d nearly forgotten in his solitary exile. Perhaps, you dare to hope, he feels the same way.

As it turns out, he’d been pondering the very same about you. Though even after you confess your mutual attraction, it’s difficult for him to overtly express; on some level, it’s humorous that he’ll willingly take you to his bed, but is still hesitant to take your hand. So you initiate. After joint meditation overlooking the restless sea, or while studying an ancient Jedi text, your fingers will search for Luke’s and curl around them. He doesn’t draw away, at least not anymore. Even if he pauses before returning the gesture, he returns it nonetheless. And you might fall asleep on a pillow during the nights you spend with Luke, but you often wake on his chest, his heart beating under your cheek and his breathing a steady rhythm. He hasn’t tried to shove you off or turn away. In fact, his arm is usually slung over your back. And when he blearily blinks his eyes open to see you staring up at him, his lips will quirk into the ghost of a smile…and that means more to you than a million flowery love sonnets or lavish gifts.

The road ahead is long and uncertain. Whether you can persuade him to leave this island with you someday you don’t know. But in the meantime you will learn from him, growing stronger in the Force, and in a way he might be learning from you. Learning how to open his heart, to embrace his human frailties and remember that his true strength is in his compassion. He loves you, and you love him, and the many small ways he shows this prove it.

[fireflyskywalker00]

for your first prompt: how about giving luke a neck/back massage after he comes back all tense from a mission? you can choose whether to keep it fluffy or smutty :)

Hiii! Thank you for the request! I hope you like it! 😊 I choose to keep it fluffy, though it starts with just a sprinkling of angst.

Relief

warnings: slight angst, lots of fluff,

(Gif not mine)

Scrolling through holonet you impatiently waited for your beloved to return from his mission. Luke had been gone for four weeks, and from the rumors in hadn’t gone well… You were worried that he might have gotten hurt.

interrupting your thoughts, the doors to your shared chambers slid open, Luke walked in and looked your way, “Luke!” You jumped up and ran into his arms.

“Hey,” He sounded tired. you looked him up and down searching for any sign of injury. Nothing. You breathed a sigh of relief, and he pulled you in close.

“Are you okay? How did it go?” You pulled away from his embrace, awaiting an answer. He sighed, tensing up.

“Not well, somehow they knew,” huffing, Luke walked over towards the couch, “somehow they knew, and they ambushed us!” It didn’t take a genius to know he was stressed and frustrated. “We fail the mission!” He snapped. Luke rarely ever raises his voice.

“I’m sorry Luke…” you slowly eased your way to Luke.

“I’m sorry Y/n,” he sighed again, “I’m sorry I shouldn’t have snapped.” He sat down on the couch hunched forward, resting his forearms on his knees. You sat down next to him, gently placing your hand on his shoulder.

“I’m sorry, I’m just frustrated” he stated.

“Luke, you don’t need to apologize. I know how you feel.” You started massaging his shoulders, gently rubbing. He instantly started to relax.

“That feels so nice,” he turned his back toward you, encouraging you to continue.

“Good.” You smirk, physical touch has always been Luke love language. You started to rub a bit deeper. He groans as you rub away his tension.

Soon Luke is completely slouched over, relaxed by your touch. Your hands working away the rest of tension in his muscles. You pull your hands away, aching for a break. He lays back resting his head on your lap,

“Do I get a head massage too?” He asks with a smile,

“I don’t know, I think my hands are broken,” you giggle.

“Let me kiss them better!” Luke takes both your hands and starts kissing them. You can’t help but laugh. Now you know Luke is feeling better, back to his happy self.

“Y/n?” He ask, looking up at you,

“Yes?”

“Thank you.” You kiss his nose,

“I would do anything for you, Luke.”

[tsotf-fic]

♚ chapter 1 - when stars collide ♛

ii. birds of paradise

The Royal Family departed Cantham House for the Imperial Palace right as the Coruscant sun began to set. Within the speeder, nobody dared to speak under the looming shadow of Imperial surveillance.

Y/N leaned up against the transparisteel window, wistfully looking upon the planetwide city. Coruscant was unlike any other metropolis planet; as far as the eye could see, there were absolutely no traces of life that weren't artificially transplanted from somewhere else. To many, including the Organas, it served as a cold reminder of the effect humans had on the galaxy.

If planets were considered living beings, she pondered, Coruscant would certainly be considered a droid.

"Be careful not to smudge your makeup, dear," Breha said, breaking the silence and snapping Y/N out of her daydream.

To the untrained eye, Breha maintained an air of queenly confidence and serenity, but her family could tell she absolutely radiated with anxiety.

Bail gave her hand a gentle squeeze and smiled. "She'll be fine, my love. We all will."

Feathers rustled as Leia shifted uncomfortably in her dress. "I still have a bad feeling about this," she muttered under her breath.

The speeder landed on the platform just outside of the Imperial Palace, where a crowd of dignitaries, politicians, and socialites from all corners of the galaxy rushed to enter the party first. Each person seemed desperate to outperform the other with their custom-made costumes commissioned from the best designers in the galaxy. The costumes themselves included animals, historical and legendary figures, and various other symbols of planetary cultures.

Leia scoffed. "I bet the materials used to make those are worth more than entire planets in the Outer Rim!"

"I doubt anyone else here cares," Y/N replied, subtly gesturing towards a gaggle of visibly intoxicated politicians.

"Girls, please do not stare at your colleagues," Breha said under her breath with a fake smile plastered on her face.

Bail stifled a laugh as he watched none other than Representative Binks trip over the tail of his blarth costume. "How he manages to stay in power is certainly one of the galaxy's greatest mysteries," he whispered to Y/N and Leia, earning a glare from his wife.

"Perrin! This is a formal celebration, not an excuse for you to get drunk!"

Mon Mothma's husband stumbled out of the crowd. Sparkling, crystalline triangles jutted out from his outfit at all angles, and one could only assume it was meant to mimic the crystal cliffs north of Hanna city, albeit a very gaudy version.

"I jus' wanted to have a li’l fun before the party starts," he slurred, completely oblivious to his wife's anger at the spectacle he was causing. "It's a celebration! I'm celebrating!"

"Not like that," Mon retorted, practically dragging him by his collar. Whether intentional or not, her costume directly contrasted his with its organic, blossom-covered branches twisting elegantly around the lush green fabric of her dress. "If you plan on acting this way the whole night, don't even bother returning to the embassy!"

Most bystanders turned away in embarrassment as the Chandrilan senator berated her husband. Mon did her best to maintain her composure, but she was clearly on the edge of tears; it didn't help that Perrin's inebriated friends loudly tried to egg them on.

Breha and Bail exchanged sympathetic, knowing glances, almost as though they had an unspoken secret language–they were practically Lorrdians when compared to their Chandrilan counterparts.

Perrin wriggled out of his wife's grip and turned around to point an accusing finger at her. "And you wonder why your daughter hates you!" He hobbled off, leaving Mon standing there, flustered and humiliated. However, something about the way she quickly regained her composure told Y/N that she was happy to be rid of him.

Mon’s tear-pricked eyes lit up when she saw the apprehensive Alderaanian girl.

"Y/N, dear, how are you? My, you look so beautiful," she said, placing a hand on the side of Y/N's cheek, her face glowing with pride.

"It's so nice to see you, Auntie Mon! But I guess the situation requires that I refer to you as Senator Mothma," Y/N laughed.

"Oh, please, there's no need for that. People are already judging me for that little fiasco, so what harm would it do for us to drop a little formality?"

With that, the senator immediately drew in the younger woman for a tight embrace, albeit yielding enough to prevent their costumes from being crushed together. Y/N didn't know if it came from the flowers on her aunt's dress or a perfume on her skin, but something about the warm, delicate scent made her feel so calm, so at home. Perhaps it was just a reflection of its wearer's personality: gentle and elegant, with hidden strength beneath the surface, everything Y/N aspired to be. It pained her so much to see someone she held in such high regard be treated so poorly.

"We're here, too, you know," Bail's voice rang, interrupting their embrace.

"I figured as much, Your Highness," Mon playfully retorted. She pulled away from Y/N, giving her one last smile as she wiped the remnants of tears from the corners of her eyes, and went to greet her colleague. "It's always a pleasure to see the Royal Family."

After exchanging bows with the Viceroy and Queen of Alderaan, she turned to the young princess and her eyes lit up again, although not as bright as they were for Y/N.

"Ah! Matching costumes, how charming! I wonder whose idea that was." She turned to look at Breha, who let out an uncharacteristically loud laugh.

"What better way to compensate for our lack of costumes than by showcasing Alderaan's loveliest young ladies?" The queen responded, resting her hands on both girls' shoulders.

"I still think a costume would have suited you well, mother. You and father would have made for quite the pair of swans," Leia said with a tinge of sarcasm behind her voice as she patted her mother's hand.

"Well, perhaps you're right, but I'm afraid there are more pressing matters than us arriving at the ball as a flock of birds."

"I would have liked to be a bird," Bail chimed in, earning a chorus of laughter in response.

Y/N laughed along with the group, but something about the whole conversation felt stilted, awkward, especially considering how well they all knew each other. Perhaps it had to do with the discomfort of her being a mere noble in the presence of planetary leaders; as much as they tried to include her, she never truly fit in among them. They couldn't help that, though, none of them could. It was just the way things were. So, she continued to smile as she always did.

fanfiction by @kaleidoscope1967eyes

[dracowars]

p2 of “general Kenobi” idea: obi’s ghost comes in when Luke and reader are kissing(? up to you, they could just be cuddling! whatever you’re comfortable with). And just gives them a pep-talk about attachments / dark side tendencies co-related to relationships. Fluff with angst :)

general kenobi² | luke skywalker

pairing: luke x kenobi!reader

word count: 1,1k

summary: where obi-wan has a serious conversation with luke and y/n

a/n: across the stars was playing while i wrote this and no, i'm not okay :')

warnings: angst, mentions of death

universe: star wars

Careful not to get caught, you grab Luke's hand and drag him with you as soon as the debriefing of another succesful mission is over, leading the way to the meditation chamber which Leia had specifically set up on the rebel base. A place where you can fully surrender and become one with the Force.

It has become a tradition for Luke and you to spend your time there. When he is by your side, you feel the Force so much more intensely.

On the mission you promised each other that you would meditate as soon as you got back, just to calm down and rest for a bit, your minds somehow connecting.

Along the way to the chamber, you keep exchanging little gestures of love, kissing or teasing each other, laughing and enjoying each other's company. The presence of another soul has never felt so good as it does with Luke. From your very first encounter, you sensed that there was a deeper connection between the two of you and, as it turned out later, you were right.

Your love is so strong it can overcome even the darkest of times.

Arriving in front of the meditation chamber, Luke stops abruptly, pulling you closer, and kisses you on the lips another time. As if he just can't let you go. Which he, in fact, can't, because the way you feel about him perfectly mirrors the way he feels about you.

You deepen the innocent kiss with a smile, pushing yourself against him, but immediately pull back, startled, when the door to the chamber suddenly opens and a blue glow greets you. Your father, in all his Force ghost glory, stands in front of you now, one eyebrow raised as he looks between you and Luke.

A little embarrassed, you move away from Luke completely, your hands intertwined for a moment longer before you sever that connection as well.

"Dad, w-what are you doing here?", you ask, puzzled, because he does not usually just appear out of the blue. There is always a reason and the current one is not yet fully clear to you.

"I need to talk to you about something", he says earnestly, and your pulse immediately increases. Luke, not sure how to interpret Obi-Wan's behaviour either, looks at you, probably sensing the change of emotion. When your father turns around, motioning for you to follow him without using words, you do just that. Inside, he sits down on one of the meditation pads, and you follow him suit, now sitting across from him.

"So..?", you urge him on since he does not say anything even after several seconds have passed and his face shows a deep frown, a sign that something is troubling him. And when Obi-Wan Kenobi is worried about something, it is usually not a good sign. Not at all.

"As you know", your father finally begins with a sigh, but does not look at either of you, just rubbing his hands together. "I gave you my blessing. For your- For your relationship, I mean. I know you have a deep connection with each other and your feelings are genuine and I am here to fully support that."

Not knowing where this conversation is headed, you look over at Luke, who looks at your father in both confusion and admiration. Neither of you expected this topic, that much is clear.

"Luke, I have never seen my daughter happier. And for that, and for so much more actually, I am infinitely grateful", Obi-Wan explains, now looking directly at Luke with a forced smile. "But I just can't help thinking about your father, Luke, and what love did to him."

His words struck like lightning and neither of you say anything, your mind too busy processing your father's concern and what he is hinting at. Luke, however, does not need any time.

"What love did to him? Love almost saved him when nothing else could", Luke replies, sadness and anger mixing in his voice.

"Love is what got him to the point that he needed saving in the first place", Obi-Wan adds and you can feel the sorrow that comes with saying the words out loud. "Anakin's love for your mother turned into something far more dangerous: attachment. Because when you are attached to someone, then you are inable to let go of them. All you want to do is possess and control them, but he forgot that, in the end, they have their own fate."

"That is not true! He loved her so much he would have done anything for her to live and when that didn't work out, he changed", Luke replies, his eyes filling with tears, his hand clenched into a fist at his side. Suddenly, your own eyes feel glassy too.

"And that is exactly the problem, Luke. Don't you see it? Your father would have burned the whole galaxy down for her and only that is how the dark side was able to seduce him. Palpatine would never have been able to corrupt him otherwise", your father continues, and if you did not know better, it seems like it pains him just as much as Luke, if not worse. "You can love people and protect them but you have to be able to let them go."

"Did you.. Did you let Mom go back then?", your voice suddenly interrupts, but you do not even know how those words made it out of your mouth. Especially in one piece as a tear finds its way down your cheek, followed by a sob.

Apparently, your father did not expect such a question either, because the pain that you thought you could see on his face when talking about his brother suddenly worsened.

He never liked talking about your mother, let alone her death, but when you see him sitting in front of you right now, his head hung low, completely devastated, you wish he were sitting there in his physical form so you could hold him tight in your arms. You can't even remember how it felt to hug him.

"Yes", is all he gets past the lump in his throat with a heavy heart, and when your eyes meet, you feel a terrible pain in your heart. Although he let her go, he was not able to save her in the end.

But he had you and his love for you dissolved all negativity, all bad thoughts, the dark side.

"All I'm asking of you is to not do the same mistakes", your father says in a slightly clearer voice, turning back to Luke. "Please. When the time comes, let her go."