fireflyskywalker00

[fireflyskywalker00]

DILF Luke headcanons / story draft pt. 5

🩵modern day AU🩵

A/N: Hellooo! So while this is the official last part of these headcanons/ this story draft, it's definitely not my last post about Dilf Luke.

I simply wanted to finish fully exploring the potential confrontations and misunderstandings I had in mind before going back to more lighthearted content such as "dating Dilf Luke" or "spending Christmas with Dilf Luke"

I hope that's in your interest as well, have fun reading and thank you so so much for your support🫶🏻🩵

• never before have you seen him like this and his intensity scares you

• theoretically speaking you know his anger isn't directed at you but the way he literally has you cornered, without a possibility to escape or change the topic, makes it rather hard to focus on that

• your mind is racing

• should you play along or expose your friends scheme?

• if only you knew all the details they came up with

• "Can we- can we go home to talk? I mean, to your house?"

• his knuckles around the steering wheel momentarily turn white before he sighs and reaches over you to strap you in

• for a moment you consider telling him that you are well able to put the seat belt on yourself but decide otherwise

• his cologne smells heavenly

• while he carefully merges the car into traffic, you discreetly take out your phone to text your friend

• since you doubt you'll get a chance to talk to them once you arrive, now is the time to collect as much information as you can

• "remember that one awful ex of yours?" comes the answer "yeahhhh I told my dad about him and said you're back together, so sorry xxx"

• pulling a face you start to reply

• but before you can hit send or see what else they have to say, Luke snatches the phone out of your hand and slides it into his breast pocket

• you gasp looking up at him, momentarily angry

• "I won't allow you to converse with that...person any longer, do I make myself clear?"

• you blink confusedly but quickly understand he thinks you were texting your supposed boyfriend

• you are about to say something, but then, remembering his car rule, decide to quickly clamp your mouth shut again

• better to not make this worse until you know what's going on

• the rest of the way you sit in silence

• Luke is fuming

• though now, that he has you safely by his side to keep an eye on you, he's slowly growing calmer

• the added fact that you called his home your home is nearly able to overshadow what his child oh so casually shared with him over breakfast

• yes, he can admit that perhaps his proceedings were somewhat hasty

• he definitely overstepped a line by taking your phone away

• and he's aware he scared you again

• with his hand on your thigh he can easily tell how tense you have grown

• slightly turning his head he sees how hard you're holding on to the straps of your bag and inwardly heaves a sighs

• you must believe he's angry at you; by now he knows you well enough to tell

• he doesn't want you to be afraid

• not of him

• NEVER of him

• at the thought he feels his anger bubbling to the surface again

• he doesn't understand how you could ever involve yourself with that imbecile of a man, while simultaneously failing to see him

• he's right there, right in front of you!

• there's so much he could offer you instead

• what does the other have that he doesn't?

• "owww"

• your little sound brings him back to the present and immediately he feels overwhelmed with guilt

• he is no better than your abusive so called "boyfriend"

• "I'm so sorry, sweetheart", he hears himself say; the words simply slipping out and away before he can stop himself

• but "'s okay", you whisper and release your bag to shyly touch his hand

• he called you sweetheart again

• your heart is racing and as your skin makes contact with his you suddenly feel rather light headed at your own boldness

• quickly you pull away again

• Luke restrains himself from ordering you to place your hand right back on his

• where it belongs

• you don't dare to ask him to return your phone

• not when the two of you eventually make it to your destination

• not when he helps you out of the car to lead you inside

• not when you sit down on the couch in the living room and make eye contact with your friend lingering near by

• especially not when his next course of action is to send them away

• you don't know what to expect, the anxiety making you feel slightly sick to your stomach

• you can't decide on what would be worse, an interrogation or a stern lecture like last time?

• but then he sits down close to you and when he speaks his voice is the gentlest it has ever been

• he isn't angry at you, just so, so worried

• who is that guy his child told him about?

• how did you end up in such bad company?

• are you really dating him?

• was this really your choice?

• or did he force you, leave you no other choice?

• does he hurt you?

• is he the reason you're not coming to visit anymore?

• is he systematically isolating you from your family and friends?

• you can tell him, you really can, he promises not to judge

• he'll take care of anything you ask if that's what you need to break free from this

• everything to make this easier for you

• he knows he's not your father, but surely he will never get a single night's sleep ever again knowing you're in a potentially dangerous situation

• please, break this off, he doesn't want for any harm to befall you

• overwhelmed you don't know what and how to respond

• at some point the situation got out of hand and there are so many things that you feel need to be taken into consideration

• so many questions

• it has never been more obvious how much Luke cares and how genuine his worries for you are

• but how does he view himself in relation to you?

• as a father figure or as a friend...or as something more?

• it would be easy enough to ask but you fear you won't get an answer, that he'll abruptly shut you out once more

• but won't he do so anyways when this conversation is done and over with?

• so far he always did after sharing an intimate moment with you

• confessing your own feelings isn't an option either, you promised your friend not to

• and from what you were told it would only elicit the same reaction

• in the worst case scenario it would lead to a rejection and a broken heart

• but even if it came to this, you could still uphold your friendship with your best friend, couldn't you?

• you wouldn't abandon them just because their father rejected you

• or maybe they want you to keep your secret for another reason entirely

• maybe they lied to you too

• this is such a mess and slowly the uncomfortable reality dawns on you then; there's no way out of this without someone getting hurt

• still you don't know what to say

• you look up at him and the pleading look in his lovely blue eyes; he truly is upset

• it would be easy, a relief even, to speak out, you think

• it would only be fair

• but continuing to lie would mean keeping your promise to your friend, saving face in front of their father

• in your panic you decide on something as close to the truth as possible

• "I- I don't know what to do"

• it's so hard to hold his gaze and when it inevitably softens even more, you start to cry

• alarmed he immediately reaches for you but you can't- you just can't take his comfort for a situation that is purely made up

• sobbing you push his arms away, desperate to ignore the way his brow furrows in...hurt?

• "I'm sorry, I'm so so sorry"

• your words only serve to confuse and worry him even more

• what are you sorry for?

• what is it?

• oh won't you tell him?

• he'll make it all better if only you'll let him know what's wrong

• he'll keep it a secret too, nothing, not a word will leave this room if that's what you're afraid of

• ignoring your defensive gestures he cradles your face in his hands

• something in you breaks

• you have to tell him

• you just HAVE to

• how could you ever enjoy his caring attention when all it's based on is a lie?

• you'd rather have a broken heart borne out of honesty

• will your friend forgive you?

• will they understand?

• you hope so; the damage is done

• unable to calm down, with tears still spilling from your eyes, it takes you a while to stumble through your explanation

• Luke grows very quiet

• the fact that he's listening so intently, trying to understanding what's going on, only hurts you more

• you're horribly ashamed

• and even though you try to describe the situation from your point of view as best as you can, you feel like it will never be enough to make up for everything

• "I promised my friend not to tell you about my feelings for you", you say, "they are afraid it's going to end our friendship when you send me away."

• softly shaking his head he takes your hand in his to gently wipe your cheeks

• you gave him a lot to think about and eventually he will need to have several very very serious talks with you as well as with his child

• but right now he wants you to stop crying

• he is not angry at you

• in fact he's mostly relieved you're not dating that ex of yours again

• he tells you how thankful he is for your honesty; he sees and respects the courage it took to tell the truth

• it will all be okay, he promises

• you will always be welcome here at his house

***

• "so, do you think that means he likes me?", you ask your friend after a few weeks went by

• they give you a look

• "you're driving me insane, do you know that?"

• they never told you about any details of the several long conversations they had with their father

• you are able to take guesses though and understand they don't want to share certain aspects, especially not those that might involve their dead mother and you

• still it'd be a lie to claim you aren't exceptionally curious

• first and foremost because their father didn't comment on your feelings towards him in any way

• and like it so often is the case you are left guessing

• maybe he does return your feelings but isn't acting on them because of his child

• or your age difference

• or because he doesn't know where to start and is embarrassed by it

• or maybe he doesn't want to enter another relationship because of his late wife?

• maybe he needs more time

• possibly he doesn't return your feelings and just didn't tell you to avoid hurting you and his child

• "Not knowing what's going on is driving ME insane! Didn't you say you want him to be upfront about how he feels towards me?", you ask

• your friend agrees

• "and I told him too", they say

• falling quiet you look at each other, when suddenly you can tell they made up their mind about something

• they'll let you in on a secret

• as it turns out their father didn't tell them anything regarding his feelings either

• but they know him well and it's obvious to see there's something going on

• they thought a lot about your descriptions of his behavior around you; the presents, his touches, his protectiveness, the pet name, the lingering gazes, all the offers to stay over, to drive you home, to help you out...

• "you were right to ask me if he's like this with all of my friends", they say "because he isn't"

• he isn't like this with anybody

• expect with you

• "do you mind?", you ask

• your friend admits they aren't sure

• they want to be happy that their father seems to be slowly moving on but like, how weird is it to think he'd be fucking their best friend?

• at your loud protest they have to laugh but quickly grow serious again

• "I'd be glad if it's you he goes for", they say "and not some woman I don't know who will want to be my new mom. But that doesn't mean I'm fully on board with this."

• you understand; of course you do

• they explain that they want their dad to be happy

• and if he is happy with you then so be it

• they absolutely don't want to witness any displays of affection between him and you though

• you are only allowed to move in once they have a chance to move out

• you will most definitely not call yourself their step mom, not even as a joke

• they won't give you relationship advice and don't want to hear any stories whatsoever involving their dad (okay, maybe they'll make an exception for the funny ones)

• but under no circumstances will they tolerate you spending more time with their father than with them

• they were your friend first

• it's a promise you give easily and without second thought

• never would you want to trade them against anything or anyone, not even their father

• they visibly relax at that

• "yeah well you can go have him then but I'm not helping you", they say with a shooing hand motion

• as relatively easy, even if not very happy, you feel about your current situation, Luke isn't able to say the same

• already over a month has passed since you dissolved into tears in front of him and admitted to your crush

• here you were, presenting yourself on a pretty silver platter, basically throwing yourself at him

• and still he didn't do and hasn't done anything about it, made immobile by his past experiences and fears of the future

• as different, as gentle, as you are from his late wife, he's afraid

• he's a coward

• what if he looses his temper?

• what if the ugly parts she used to coax to the surface so easily show themselves when he's with you?

• would you ever be able to look at him the same again?

• no, you'd probably leave him and it'd be his fault

• and he'd have to watch you go; he knows he would

• he can't let himself grow as dangerously and unhealthily possessive as he used to be

• you deserve a better version of him, even in the end

• and, most importantly, what would his child say?

• he could never make them choose between him and you

• what if they'd loose their dear friend?

• how could he ever make up for it again when similar things already happened so many times?

• and yet, despite it all, there's another part of him, a part that's raging against every single one of his reasons

• it's screaming at him to take the opportunity

• to take you

• you asked for it

• you are here

• he just needs to reach out, what is he waiting for

• now more than ever he notices things he was blind to before

• how you look at him when he opens the door to greet you, when he enters a room, when he sits across from you at dinner or beside you in the car

• he notices your eyes growing bigger, the blush on your cheeks and how you unconsciously worry your lip when he speaks to you

• he should have kissed you senseless

• long and hard and ruthless

• oh how he would've liked to, how close he came...and then felt like he'd be taking advantage of you if he did

• you were so distraught, so helpless, it wouldn't have been right

• and now, stuck in his inner conflict, paralyzed, he's watching you float away and out of his grasp as he keeps trying to convince himself it's better that way

• you'll find someone else

• someone your age

• someone as innocent as you

• someone that will treat you well

• someone without desires as dirty as his

• he tries to imagine how a perfect partner for you would look like

• but every time he does, it's like he's being devoured alive by all consuming jealousy

• he has to ask at least, he realizes

• he has to ask if you'd still take him, want him, if he made a move now?

• even over a month later?

• it will be easier to move on then, to say goodbye, with a no for an answer

(to his immense surprise you'll prove him wrong and say yes, but he doesn't know that yet)

[fireflyskywalker00]

DILF Luke headcanons pt. 4

🌿modern day AU🌿

A/N: you know, I actually have a collection of ideas and notes I keep wanting to integrate into my Dilf Luke posts and yet I completely ignored it AGAIN in order to go off the rails with something else (this has been going on for several posts) anywaysssss I hope you have fun, mwuah <33

• as it turns out Luke isn't as unaffected by the night you spent together as he unintentionally makes you believe 

• and how could he ever be?

• he might be able to pretend like nothing happened but inwardly has to deal with a lot of conflicting feelings

• first and foremost he's afraid he scared you away with his intense behavior and stern orders, his loud voice and the demand you stay with him

• after all you haven't been over to visit his child ever since, maybe you fear to be around him?

• he could never judge you for it either, you, who always are so gentle and timid around him

• he simply overdid it this time, overstepped a line and it's in your right to act accordingly

• thinking back on it now he's only able to shake his head at himself and at the way he treated you 

• in the heat of the moment it all seemed so strangely justified, every action he took only with your best interest and well being in mind

• but since a little time has passed he sees that a calmer, more conventional approach probably wouldn't have you avoiding him presently

• left to his own devices he's helplessly replaying how he dragged you into the bathroom and made you strip in front of him, even intervening by ripping off your clothes himself when you took too long for his liking 

• he completely disregarded how you might have felt in the moment, that quite possibly you did not want to undress in front of your best friend's father 

• let alone be undressed by him

• it would've been better to drive you home afterwards too, what went on in his mind to deny you?

• you are an adult, he doesn't own you, who did he think he was to forbid you from leaving?

• Luke doesn't know, of course, that the complete opposite is the case

• you very much wish for him to acknowledge his actions that night 

• and neither are you actively avoiding him, your friend is making you stay away for research purposes 

• "let him stew for a while", they said, "and we'll see how long it takes him to ask for your whereabouts again"

• your friend still isn't exactly thrilled about the situation, but it definitely piqued their interest 

• they want to know what's going on

• why is their father playing hot and cold with you?

• they are not amused he's towing you along like this, they really expected better from him

• meanwhile Luke is doing his best to deny that, if he'd listen closely to himself, he'd have to admit what else upsets him so badly 

• to him, even worse than his brashness is the secret knowledge that he enjoyed himself 

• very much 

• finally, he felt, could he rake control, do what needed to be done 

• and you followed him so nicely too, looking at him for guidance, never questioning, never contradicting anything he said

• your blind, even naive obedience touched him deeply

• he felt so needed

• oh and the way you looked at him; if he had a say you'd never be allowed to look at any other man ever again

• he wishes for your eyes to be only on him

• only for him

• but to confront all of this would also mean confessing to himself how he, in turn, looks at you

• how he thinks of you

• the feeling isn't unknown, nothing new, but still comes as a surprise after all this time

• so he's not ready yet to admit how much he wants you all to himself 

• and how could he?

• you're his child's best friend, it's not his place to swoop in and take you away

• he knows how much you mean to them

• and yet he can't help himself despite how ashamed he is 

• again and again he touches himself to the thought of you

• to all the things he could do to you and make you do in return 

• the thoughts come so easily and just won't stop, never leaving him alone 

• would you follow his orders as eagerly as you did so far?

• or would you take on a different approach, maybe turn into a little brat? 

• someone he'd need to teach a lesson to first?

• of course for that you'd need to learn how to be less shy in his vicinity first, could he make that work?

• mmh, he's not sure how he likes you better anyways 

• maybe you'd be open for a little game?

• though no matter in which direction his imagination takes him, always it returns to the picture you made on the floor in front of him, tears running over your soft cheeks, a pleading look in your eyes

• he could do without the tears, but, truth to be told, you are remarkably pretty when you cry 

• so they stay and all that changes are your surroundings

• he wants you to be comfortable of course, you're not supposed to shiver in the cold or sit on hard stone floor 

• you'd be much better off kneeling on a nice cushion in the living room, or on the plush carpet in his office 

• meanwhile his child is watching him like a hawk, intentionally not bringing you up in conversation even once 

• sooner or later he just HAS to do something, mention something, ask even the littlest of questions

• so their theory, at least 

• and they are right, they know their father well after all

• Luke folds after not even two weeks to comment on your prolonged absence from their house 

• he's so busy playing it cool he doesn't realize the way his kid can barely suppress a giggle 

• "and what did you say???", you immediately want to know when they tell you about it the next day

• "nothing", says your friend and laughs at your face "I want him going wild"

• a few days later he asks whether you fell ill after getting caught in the storm 

• like seriously, is everything okay?

• don't they want to go check on you, make sure nothing's wrong?

• are you struggling mentally again?

• did you guys have a falling out?

• are you on vacation?

• your friend keeps a successful poker face through it all, again and again telling him in a noncholant way how busy you are

• and why is he asking about you so much anyways?

• it's not like you're coming over to visit HIM...right?

• Luke retreats at that immediately and it takes him a while to come out of his shell again

• though only barely does he keep himself from grabbing and shaking the answers out of his child 

• "he's sooooo dramatic" your friend tells you "one could think he's a teenager with how he's acting"

• soon they start contemplating and scheming on what they could say about you to unsettle him a bit

• at this point you beg them to stop interfering, to stop putting themselves between the fronts like this 

• it's okay, you assure them, you can let their father go

• but they're not having it

• this isn't about playing matchmaker 

• you are their friend and they'll make sure you're getting treated right even if they have to go up against their dad for it 

• he's a grown man and he needs to start acting like it!

• your protests fall on deaf ears 

• "No, you listen to ME. I refuse to stand by and watch while my dad is playing hard to get. He's either going to tell you to your face he's not interested or, if that's the case, admit he feels drawn to you! He didn't have a problem with that all the many other times it happened."

• you can't deny they have a point and since they know him better than you do, what else is there left to say?

• the next you hear of them is when you receive a quick text with no context whatsoever 

• "listen I think I overdid it a little bit"

• you blankly blink at your phone, no idea what's going on, though you have the sinking feeling it's somehow related to their father 

• the next messages is just as unnerving but proves you right 

• "yeah uhhh sorry about that but he's coming to pick you up"

• "no way", is your immediate thought just before you get a call that makes you nearly drop your phone

• of course it's Luke, of course 

• where did he get your number?

• and what in the hell did your friend tell him?

• you pick up and before you can even finish saying hello he demands to know where you are

• judging by the sounds in the background he's already in the car and most definitely not in a good mood

• accordingly quick comes your answer and your heart unclenches with relief when his voice somewhat softens 

• "be a good girl and wait for me outside then"

• you're so caught off guard it takes you a while to pack your things and search for your jacket and when you step out into the cold he's already waiting for you, leaning against his car

• judging by the way he's dressed he's either coming straight from work or originally planned to go there before God knows what made him change his plans 

• he doesn't look amused and as your heart speeds up so do your steps 

• so eager to make up for the time lost, you nearly bumb into him as you struggle to come to a stop before him 

• if he's annoyed he doesn't show it and nevertheless opens the passenger side's door for you, waiting patiently for you to climb in 

• you're horribly embarrassed when you spot your reflection in the rearview mirror 

• your hair is tousled beyond repair, your cheeks a flaming red from running 

• desperately holding on to your bag like it's an anchor you watch as he slides in beside you 

• but instead of starting the motor and driving off, he turns to properly look at you, his right hand holding on to your head rest 

• you swear you can feel yourself shrinking into the seat as his eyes bore into yours 

• shyly you greet him 

• you don't know what else to do

• a brief smile flits across his face before it grows stern again 

• "who is it?"

• "just tell me and I'll take care of it"

• to say you're confused would be an understatement but as he continues, it slowly dawns on you 

• your friend made up a toxic relationship for you to be in 

• and their father is furious 

[fireflyskywalker00]

DILF Luke headcanons pt. 3

🍂modern day AU🍂

part 1 & part 2

A/N: we've made it to part 3, people!!! As always thank you so much for reading, I hope you'll like it🩵🩵

(also I'm aware that, at this point, this is more of a rough story draft instead of headcanons. I kept the title for continual reasons but maybe I should change it lol)

• he doesn't change out of his work clothes

• and as tired as you are, it makes your heart beat faster when he nevertheless starts to get more comfortable

• he removes his tie and loosens the collar of his elegant button down shirt by opening it at the top

• you can't stop staring at his strong neck, at the spot where his collar bones meet, wondering if he'd like to be kissed there

• if he'd let you

• he settles down rather closely on the sofa next to you, spreading his long legs wide

• his thigh is nearly touching yours and you can feel its warmth even through the blanket you're wrapped in

• seriously fighting the instinct to snuggle into his chest, your thoughts are luckily interrupted when he asks what you would like to watch

• even though you were the one to ask to turn on the TV, you have no idea

• it doesn't help that he's now leaning back and drapes his arm over the sofa's head rest immediately behind you

• if you were to sink back just slightly it'd look like he were holding you close

• is he doing this on purpose?

• you feel your face heating up

• to distract yourself, and maybe him as well, you return the question

• what would he like to watch?

• I think he'd be the type to be genuinely interested in documentaries about wild life, natural phenomena and countries far away

• he also enjoys to watch the news and, when he feels like having a relaxed evening, maybe something like old classics in black and white

• though you eventually agree upon randomly switching through TV channels; maybe you'll find something both of you like

• despite not really being into what the every day TV program has to offer, he warms up to whatever is on when he sees you're having a good time with it

• maybe you are embarrassed to make him stop on something you think looks fun

• he wouldn't say anything of course, but you can tell from his raised eyebrow that he's questioning your tastes

• naturally you have the urge to defend yourself and he softens a lot as soon as you start talking in a more animated way

• this way you most likely end up watching a really stupid reality or game show

• if he's being honest with himself he isn't watching TV anyways, his sole focus being on you and you alone

• really, he'd let anything play if it meant seeing you smile but would never admit to it out loud

• at the same time he's very relieved to see you growing more relaxed around him again

• he noticed how startled you were by his behavior earlier that evening

• he feels bad for loosing his nerves and, above all, that you had to be the one at the recieving end of his raised voice

• it made you cry and he can't stop beating himself up about it

• luckily you seem distracted enough to not dwell on it

• hopefully you'll forgive him

• he can't help the sarcastic comment at the expense of the people on TV

• it wasn't supposed to slip out!

• for god's sake, you're not supposed to think he's mean, that's not the impression he wants you to leave with

• so imagine his surprise and joy when you softly giggle in response

• he's smitten

• what a lovely sound

• he wishes to hear it as much as he can and imagines placing his lips on yours to taste your smile

• instead he asks if you're warm enough

• possibly he uses it as an excuse to rub your arm

• you are, in fact, very warm but maybe he'll pull you closer if you pretend not to be?

• the thought alone makes you flush and faster than you can think about the consequences you speak

• "maybe? I think I'm a bit chilly still"

• he's immediately alarmed

• "you are not catching a cold, are you?"

• quickly sitting up he reaches out to touch your forehead and then your cheeks with the back of a hand

• when he decides your temperature is normal enough, he leaves to make you another tea before you can say anything to stop him

• you are a little disappointed but use the time he's gone to text your friend

• it feels strange, wrong even, to not let them know that you're spending an evening, and apparently the night as well, at their house

• they respond immediately

• just like their dad they're SO worried and for a moment their resemblance makes you smile

• they're not even questioning why you're there, just wanting to make sure that you are okay

• you feel loved

• promising that you are, you ask when they'll be back

• there's something you want to talk to them about in person

• when Luke returns it's quiet for a while

• he's watching you closely as you obediently sip your tea, trying to suppress how nervous this makes you

• hopefully he doesn't notice your trembling hands

• "Your hands are shaking, are you sure that everything is okay? Is there something you need?"

• ah damn

• sighing softly you finally gather up all your courage and ask whether he'd mind if you were to scoot just a little bit closer

• he's response doesn't come as fast as you had hoped

• as his silence stretches on you become scared you went too far

• you press your eyes shut, ready to blurt out an apology when he calmly reaches out to put aside your cup, then beckons you closer until you are comfortably tugged into his side

• immediately you realize how wonderfully warm he is and how very nice he smells

• clean and faintly like the herbs in your tea

• in surprise you blink up at him but his face betrays not a single thought

• meeting your gaze he asks if you're comfortable

• you nod and thank him shyly, trying to stay as still as possible; he mustn't know how your heart is nearly beating out of your chest

• you stay like this for a long time

• minutes pass by unnoticed by you, as the only thing you are able to focus on are his deep breaths and his arm around your smaller form

• and yet, lulled in by the TV's soft voices and Luke's calming presence, you slowly drift off, your head sinking to the side until it hits his chest

• you are fast asleep by the time he starts absentmindedly stroking your hair

• you don't tell your friend about what happened that night until you see them again

• and when you finally do, you tell them everything

• about how you felt when you saw their father for the first time

• about how suddenly your heart beat like crazy when he so much as smiled at you

• about how you not only looked forward to seeing them but their dad as well and how he soon occupied every single one of your thoughts

• you tell them about how he somehow frightens you and draws you in at the same time

• that you can't figure him out, despite how fascinating you think he is

• you talk about your car rides home, about how he held your leg tight from the very beginning

• and how horribly afraid you were, when he estranged himself after slightly opening up, that he'd never look at you again

• how afraid you still are

• finally you dare to admit your undeniable attraction to him

• you apologize for what feels like a hundred times

• you should have told them way earlier

• they deserved to know

• your friend obviously needs a while to digest what they just heard and, to your dismay, you can't tell how they feel about all of this

• they admit they don't know themselves but eventually have lots of questions

• the first thing they ask is whether something happened between you and their father

• did you tell him how you feel?

• did he say anything himself?

• did you kiss?

• or... more?

• they seem relieved when you always answer in the negative

• it's nothing personal, they assure you when they ask you to leave, but this is a mess and they need time

• meanwhile Luke acts as if nothing happened, which hurts your feelings considerably more

• your friend doesn't leave you hanging though and soon invites you out for a coffee

• it's been a long while since you met somewhere that wasn't their house

• it saddens you but you understand

• as it turns out you are about to get lots of information your friend doesn't want to give with their father lurking around

• while they still don't know how to feel about the development of your feelings, you aren't the first to fall for him

• far from it; they way it sounds it seems to be a rather common occurrence

• many came before you, some of them even brave enough to confess their feelings

• Luke turned down all of them

• and not only his child's friends but his own acquaintances as well

• he does not want anyone coming close after what happened to his wife, your friend's mother

• and while this is something you had feared and suspected yourself, it hurts to have it affirmed

• your friend's parents fought a lot

• their marriage wasn't a happy one

• but despite how much they pushed back and forth, despite everything, they loved each other

• Luke loved his wife so much

• he never was the same again after she left, guilt and grieve weighing him down

• one evening the couple got into an especially bad fight, worse than the ones they ever had before

• your friend doesn't know what it was about, their father never told them

• nevertheless they didn't consider stopping on their way home to talk it out, instead continuing through the night

• the weather was awful, your friend remembers, cold and wet, with the streets slowly turning to ice

• their parents dispute slowly but surely spiralled out of control

• she demanden he stop the car to let her out immediately

• not one minute longer did she want to stay in his vicinity

• and as angry as their father was, he still respected her wishes; who was he to deny her?

• so he let her go, and still they were raging on and neither of them looked out

• and the streets, empty a second ago, suddenly weren't anymore

• a truck appeared so fast that even if they hadn't been screaming at each other, they wouldn't have seen it coming

• your friend's mother was dead before she hit the pavement

• the responsible driver vanished into the night as fast as he materialized and could never be identified

• Luke blames himself for her death

• of course he does

• it's his fault his child lost a beloved person

• he doesn't listen when others tell him he's young enough to re marry, to love again

• he doesn't allow himself to let it go

• and suddenly everything makes sense to you

• his cold and dismissive behavior

• the calculated small talk and the immediate retreat after

• his refusals to let you leave the house alone as soon as it gets dark outside

• his insistence for you to sit next to him in the front of the car

• his hand on your thigh and the way his grip turnes to stone when you try to iniate conversation

• his reaction when he found you that night not long ago, freezing and frightened on his front steps

• neither of you know what to say after your friend is done telling their story

• eventually they try to explain that they'd be more than happy to see their father in a relationship again

• it's just...whenever someone even so much as tried to show interest he shut it down immediately

• and every time they lost someone in the process

• they don't want to loose you too

• "You're my best friend, please don't tell him about your feelings. I'm afraid I'll never see you again if he breaks your heart."

• they are not angry at you, just afraid

• and they know so is their father

• "He knows he's the reason for my friends leaving, that's another reason for his odd behaviour. He doesn't want to catch their interest."

• your head hurts but you feel lighter now, knowing that your friend is still your friend

• but...don't they think Luke likes you just a bit?

• only a little bit?

• you mean, did he drive their other friends home?

• did he give them his phone number too?

• what about all the presents he got for you?

• did he turn controlling when worried for the others as well?

• did he even worry in the first place?

• oh also: you didn't imagine how he sometimes finds reasons to stay around for longer instead of withdrawing like he used to, right?

• right????

• he called you sweetheart once, that HAS to count for something

• your friend has grown thoughtful

• "maybe you DO have a point, you know"

• they promise to do some investigation and you agree to meet again soon

[fireflyskywalker00]

two possibilities

Sith!Luke Skywalker x fem!reader

summary: this evening Lord Skywalker has something very specific in mind

cw: nsfw, smut, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, rough sex, power imbalance, unhealthy relationship, manhandling minors dni!!!

A/N: this is my first time ever writing smut and I'm so nervous about posting it, please be kind, I'm really doing my best :(

His heavy steps make you jolt awake in an instant.

From where you were dozing on the soft rug in front of his bed you have yet to spot Lord Skywalker but are able to hear him well, your senses attuned to every sound of his, no matter how small it may be.

Your breath catches in your throat and, not daring to release it, you listen closely to his movements; occasionally you're lucky and they tell you something about his mood before he can catch you off guard.

What is he doing?

Curiously craning your neck you try to get a glimpse of him next door but all you can see is his dark cape being thrown from one side of the room to the other where it lands with a heavy thud.

Immediately two very different possibilities flash before your inner eye; he's either furious or horny.

Your brain screams at you to get up, get up, get up, get up and you just barely manage to untangle your sleepy limbs from the fuzzy blanket when he rounds the corner, his hungry eyes searching for you.

Oh. It's clear what it's going to be tonight.

You sink back in relief.

"Wel-Welcome back, my L-"

He doesn't even let you finish before easily picking you up and throwing you upon his bed, his burning gaze not once leaving your blushing face as he frees his hard and already leaking cock.

He's on you in an instant, covering your mouth with his, unceremoniously shoving his tongue past your lips.

With a sigh he begins rutting his hips against your still clothed pussy, deepening the kiss when you shyly start to reciprocate his movements.

"Oh, little one, I have been thinking about this all day.", he tells you, before dragging you into another scorching kiss.

Only when you begin to struggle, desperate to come up for air, does he manage to rein himself back in and releases you with a wet sucking sound that echoes around the room.

Looking you over attentively, his hot breath fans across your face when he speaks.

"Have you been waiting here for me? Mmh?"

Wide eyed you nod; you did wait for him, just the way you know he likes it.

One of his hands teasingly snakes in between your legs and he gives a hum of satisfaction when he finds your panties slightly damp with arousal.

"Such a good girl, you'll make me feel so good tonight, I know it."

His voice is rough with lust as he reinforces his words by once again thrusting his hips forward, moaning loudly at the sensation.

"You want it too, don't you? To let me cum inside of you as many times as I want to? To make me feel good?"

"Yes.", you blabber dumbly, eager to please him. "I want to- I wanna make you cum. Please cum inside of m-me."

"You do, huh?"

Feigning intimacy he smiles and leans close to whisper in your ear.

"It's not like you have a choice, sweetheart."

He draws back and impatiently pats your hip, signaling something you, through your excited haze, don't understand.

You do your best to rearrange your limbs, dazedly making a move to undress yourself but when you lift your arms to pull up your top, he stops you with a sigh.

Faster than you can think he scoops an arm underneath your back and easily manhandles you into position on all fours before him.

You are confused, does he not want you naked?

You try again, which earns you a stinging slap to your right ass cheek and a sharp reprimand.

"Behave."

You still immediately as your world narrows down to him and his touch alone.

Lord Skywalker gently moves the crotch of your underwear aside to press a finger inside of you.

"You know the rules, little one. Hold still, don't talk, and I'll make this pleasurable for you as well."

Every bit of air is pushed out of your chest, your mouth falling open as you try to adjust to the sudden intrusion.

You didn't think you were wet enough to take all of it yet but your body gives way easily as he slowly shifts his finger around to stroke your walls, before gently withdrawing and pumping back in repeatedly.

Each little movement makes you jump and by the time he's inserting a second digit, his spare arm has to reach beneath your chest to keep you upright.

His fingers are so very big and long, so skilled, and it does not take long for you to moan out around them helplessly.

As he allows you to grind back into them, you feel as if already you could fall apart right here and now.

Desperately you want to beg, for him to go deeper, faster, anything, but you know better than that and wisely keep your mouth shut.

To antagonize him now, to egg him on, would only result in punishment and suffering.

Instead you place your trust in his own lust and impatience to keep him from playing with you for too long and are proven right not long after.

The mattress dips under his weight as he shifts positions, and you can feel the much larger head of his cock nudging the entrance in between your wet folds.

With your heart racing you try to spread your legs even wider.

His hands roughly kneed your ass cheeks, pulling them far apart to get a good long look at your dripping core, before sliding forward to grip your waist, pulling you closer towards him.

Anxious to give him better access and to make it easier for your body as well, you arch your back as far as it will go and steady yourself as he lines himself up, as he presses forward antagonizingly slowly.

With gritted teeth you endure the burning slide until the tip finally pops in and you gasp, your Lord releasing a low moan above you.

As always his size overwhelmes you.

Despite the regularity in which he claims you it's nearly too much.

Involuntarily you clench down hard around his cock, and breathe a sigh of relief when it makes him release a quick hiss of pleasure.

Yet you beg your body to relax again; your Lord is far away from being fully sheathed inside of you and he can and will take more, not always caring whether you are ready to as well.

This time though, surprisingly, he stops the penetration just short of it becoming too much for you to handle and instead begins to lazily push in and out, giving you the chance to adjust.

You are whimpering helplessly by the time he's fully seated, completely impaled and trembling as your walls flex almost violently around the thick intrusion.

You can’t seem to catch your breath, a slight sheen of sweat already covering your entire body.

Slowly the Sith is stilling his movements and reaches forward to soothingly stroke your hair and rub your back.

It's a gesture of good will.

An acknowledgement of your weaker form.

You try to speak, to let him know you recognize it as what it is, to let him know how thankful you are.

"Th-tha... thank y..." but instead you break off in a languid cry, hanging your head, when he quickly drapes himself over you to bite at your neck in warning.

"No. Speaking.", he murmurs lowly before straightening up again.

Contemplatively he draws out his throbbing cock before slowly pushing it back in, not hard but enough to make you grapple for something to hold on to.

The next thrust is much the same: powerful but subdued.

The third hits a spot that wrenches a loud cry of sheer pleasure out of you.

Your Lord hits it again and again, and now you are being tossed forward with it, giddily taking each thrust you are given as the rhythm grows quick and even.

Eliciting a steady burst of ecstasy up your spine that leaves you far more vocal than you are comfortable with, you are wracked with tremors and slowly but surely grow dizzy with it.

He slows down after a while, taking his time to carefully readjust your position and the strong hold he has on your waist.

At first, not understanding what's happening you fear he's going to stop altogether.

Are you not satisfactory?

You won't be able to bear it if he leaves you like this, gaping and aching for more.

"Pl- please...", you choke out, in your desparation forgetting about his warning from earlier.

"Pleaseee..."

His response is a mocking laugh and the next thrust is so hard it makes you choke and nearly topple over.

"Is that want you want? Huh?"

The next follows immediately after, just as fast and just as hard.

Unbelievably the pace quickens, and suddenly you are being fucked at a relentless rhythm with brutal strength; too fast for you to even cry out with with each time he slams into you, you turn into one long litany of noises.

Again you feel him draping himself over your body, covering you whole, his heavy weight pressing you into the mattress.

You are so, so wet, sure you are dripping and leaking against his pants and all over the sheets, whining for it, tears prickling the corner of your eyes from the overwhelming sensation.

His strength is staggering, his skill merciless and despite everything you have experienced so far there is nothing to compare it to.

Each thrust is perfectly angled to overstimulate with how his hips are jerking forward and his large hands tightly clasping your body, leaving bruises in their wake wherever they go.

Your skin feels hot and feverish, your body bristling with heat.

You couldn't escape if you wanted to, couldn’t even think of it.

The loud slapping sounds almost drown out your pleas and the blood pounding in your ears.

Lord Skywalker seems to have no expiration, he never so much as slows, and you wonder if he could do this endlessly.

You know, however, that you can’t.

You are weak, already close to passing out, and finally you let your tears flow freely, fully submitting to his will.

He hears your sobs and his left arm tightens around your waist to hoist you up against his chest, holding you close.

His free hand slips into the front of your panties and cups your heat closely, before he starts methodically rubbing your clit to the beat of his fucking.

Your trembling doubles, and barely a few thrusts later you shriek your release, your muscles and stomach clenching.

Your vision blurs as your eyes roll back into your head, your mind seemingly leaving your body behind.

The Sith doesn't stop his movements, simply fucking you through your orgasm until after another minute there come several audible grunts and you can feel the rush of hot liquid filling you up.

Lord Skywalker pounds that out too, then slows, stills, and finally, lets go of you.

You collaps onto your front instantly.

His big cock slides free and you hit the mattress panting for air, everything around you spinning.

In slow trickles his cum is leaking out of you but you're too tired to move away from the big stain your combined bodily fluids created and, as it turns out, you don't get a chance to either, as suddenly you are grabbed by your ankles and easily flipped around to lay on your back.

Through eyes heavy lidded and dark with lust your Lord drinks in your helpless picture, already and, unbelievably so, fully erect again with excess cum still dripping from the tip of his cock.

Blinking up at him you can't do anything but watch as he lazily palms his erection and then begins to touch himself in earnest to the sight of you.

He's allowing you another break, altough you realize how short it will be by how roughly he's handling himself and by the way his breath is very quickly growing ragged again.

"Oh fuck..."

A low groan escapes his mouth and his free hand reaches out to part your knees so he can settle in between your legs.

You can't tear your gaze away from the way his head falls back in the throws of his pleasure, from how he licks and bites his lip in anticipation for what is to come so soon...so very soon...

Somehow his explosive orgasm still manages to catch you off guard as the thick ropes of his cum spurt all over your swollen pussy.

Propping himself up over your body with one arm he milks himself dry, painting your belly and part of your tits with what is left of his hot release, before slowly sinking back on his heels to come down from his high.

His pants are utterly ruined and once he has caught his breath he gets up to rid himself of them and the rest of his clothes.

Humming in contentment he pours himself a drink and settles back down on the bed.

You quiver under his intense gaze but don't dare to move while his eyes wander from your tear stained face to your heaving breasts and then further down until they stop at the mess he created in between your legs.

His cock twitches.

It will take a while before you are allowed to rest.

[fireflyskywalker00]

mess

Luke Skywalker x fem!reader

(note: written with fem!reader in mind, but no gendered language towards reader. reader is afab with breasts)

MINORS DNI. AGE IN BIO TO INTERACT WITH MY WORKS. I WILL BLOCK YOU IF NOT.

word count: 5k shameless, shameless words. teehee

Contains: This is a sex pollen fic!!!! Very mild dubious consent due to those circumstances, but reader and Luke check in with each other multiple times. Reader calls themself a slut briefly but no degradation, the nickname "bunny" and "baby", cunnilingus, penetrative sex, unprotected sex (don't do this unless you want a baby lol), overstimulation, multiple orgasms, Luke is so babygirl

A/N: This takes place between ANH and ESB and may be the closest I've ever written reader's personality to my own irl; reader is pessimistic and self-conscious at times though it does not come up during the sex in this fic, just before and after. Not to worry, happy ending ;)

The Rebellion's cover on Yavin IV was completely blown, of course. You can't get away with obliterating the Empire's most impressive weapon of mass destruction and then trying to just stick around to find out what happens– it would be exceptionally bad strategy. The Rebellion has mere weeks to relocate.

You're just not sure why you raised your hand to be placed on the mission to scout the next uninviting and dangerous planet to build a base on.

Actually, you admit to yourself, that's a lie.

You are sure why you thought it was a good idea, in fact, you're very sure, and the reason is a blonde man around your age with the prettiest blue eyes you've ever seen. You've had a crush on him since the moment you saw him, and he had also volunteered for the mission.

The reason is Luke Skywalker.

You jump at the chance, thinking that being around him in a small group would be the easiest way to get to know him. To make him really notice you, not just wave in the hallway as he walks by. Except, coincidentally of course, the Rebellion could only afford to spare two people for the mission, and they stopped taking names once they wrote yours down.

So now, a mere week later, you're alone, on a transport, with Luke Skywalker.

And things have never felt so awkward in your whole life.

In fact, you're seriously rethinking the whole Rebellion thing in general; yes, the cause is deeply important to you, but how important is your dignity in comparison? Would disappearing into the woods back on your home planet forever be letting the Empire win?

It's just that in the three days and two planetary excursions you've spent together, you've fumbled over every interaction you've had with Luke, and it's killing you. You've spoken to him before, but only in short, passing conversations, the kind of thing that's easy to run from. But now? There's no where to run. You've bumped into him at least four times that you can count on the tiny transport and rushed out apologies every time, tripped over a vine on the first planet, slipped on ice on the second. Both times he caught you before you hit the ground. You could have died from the embarrassment, melted into the floor and slipped away.

Your small talk is weak, but at least you can always talk about the weather, since it's actually topical to the mission. You don't know what else to say, desperately trying to come off as normal around him, not like some over-enthused fan who just wants to get with him because he's the Hero of Yavin IV. Luke is either oblivious, or pretends not to notice, and keeps trying to make conversation anyway.

"I don't like Hoth for it. Too cold," he says, sitting down in his seat as the two of you rocket through hyperspace, heading to the next planet. "Actually, it's all the snow. How do you build anything in all that?"

What's worse about the situation is that the mission has been fruitless. The base has to be built on a planet that is next-to inhospitable, with no current population to disrupt. It's a short list of horrible places, but you have to make one of them work.

"Well," you hesitate, "Deyer is toxic, we couldn't even breathe the atmosphere there. Plus we saw Imps orbiting Anout, which we should probably tell someone about."

"Already sent Leia a comm on the secure channel."

You're quiet for a half second. Luke talks fast, and you have to answer quickly to keep up with him, but you aren't used to hearing General Organa's first name from other recruits. Of course he's close with her. Are you trying to compete with a princess? You have to wonder.

Luke sighs and leans back in his chair. "Just like places where it's hot, that's all."

"Cause you fit right in," you mutter, completely accidentally, and hearing yourself, your eyes widen. "Being from Tatooine, you're used to it," you rush.

Hardly your best save, but Luke smiles at you, bemused. You swear sometimes he can see right through your facade.

"You know, I couldn't wait to get off that planet," he says. "There was never any adventure there, not anymore."

"Really?" you ask. "None?"

"I guess I could have stuck around to bullseye womprats in my T-16 but I'd been doing that since I was a kid."

"Oh," you note. Honestly, you don't know if you're sure of what a womprat even is, though you can guess. "So, is this mission another adventure, then?" you ask.

"It can be," Luke says. "I have a feeling it's an important one."

You nod, not sure if you have the right to ask what he means by a feeling. That's the other thing about Luke, he has this power most people don't, this Force that everyone started whispering about after he arrived on base with certain things no one had seen in a long time; a lightsaber, luck, a certain type of faith.

As you're overthinking it, the transport shudders out of hyperspace, blue lines becoming dots of light as you drift into the orbit of the next world on your list to investigate. The two of you part ways as he takes over piloting while you go to prep the packs to bring with you on the excursion.

When Luke lands the small ship on the planet's surface, you hope that this is the perfect location, but something just feels... off.

These places that you and Luke are investigating are all supposed to be disagreeable by design. Something– be it the weather, the atmosphere, the creature life– is supposed to keep most people away, including and especially the Empire. Everyone should be unsuspecting that the Rebellion would ever chose such a location for their base.

The problem is that the ecosystem here is shockingly nice. Welcoming, even. You've landed in a little clearing, but just a few yards away the landscape morphs into nothing but fields and fields, valleys and meadows as far as the eye can see, and in every field grows delicate little wildflowers; with purple petals barely the size of the tip of your finger. They seem to grow on the wild grasses, some of them reaching as tall as your hips.

"We got the right coordinates, right?" you venture.

"Yeah! I don't understand," Luke answers. "This isn't unpleasant at all."

Nerthusa, if you remember the name of the planet correctly, didn't list any conditions in the records, just that there were no sentient inhabitants. Your atmospheric indicator is reading that it's safe, so the two of you take your masks off. There's an overtly sweet smell in the air that hits you right away when you do, obviously because of the flowers.

"There's gotta be some massive creature that lives here that's plotting how to kill and eat us right now. I mean, why else..." you trail off, still looking around for a threat or an incoming storm, but there's nothing.

Luke has done his own surveilling and apparently also come up with nothing in the immediate vicinity.

"We should explore some," he says, "y'know, before we definitely pick this spot instead of Hoth for the base," he jokes, smiling at you again.

For all the grief you gave him earlier, you're not too keen on the idea of living on Hoth either, and so far, Nerthusa is beautiful. Plus, you'd feel pretty bad if you signed off on it and then it turned out there were wild herds of vicious carnivorous beasts roaming around or something. A thorough investigation is only fair, you think, so the two of you grab your packs and set off.

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For a while, everything was fine, but about a half an hour into your trek, things are decidedly not fine in a very unique way, but you would probably rather literally die than mention anything about it to Luke. For one, he was so hopeful about this place, and secondly... well. Let's just say your symptoms were unusual.

It started off with what felt like hot flashes. One moment you'd be perfectly fine in the afternoon breeze, and the next, your cheeks would be burning and you'd have the strong urge to yank your shirt off. In the beginning, it would come in waves, and pass over you, leading you to think you'd just been pushing yourself too hard through the field or something, but how could that be true? The landscape was hardly difficult to maneuver, and your pace steady but not too quick.

The flashes were slowly replaced by waves of a different type of heat, one that was much more difficult to rationalize. Shit, you know you're attracted to Luke, but you've never, ever felt like this, not in situations outside of your bedroom. And not even then.

You can't look at him for too long or you think you might lose control. He's thankfully trailing behind you now by just a little bit, your only reprieve that he can't see your face like this. When you do glance back at him, he's looking at the ground, but his cheeks are flushed just beautifully, his hair catching the light from the late afternoon sun. His toned biceps have a slight sheen of sweat and, and, and–

You rip your gaze away. You want him. No, you NEED him.

No, you're being insane, you mentally scold yourself, but it's getting more and more difficult to rationalize your way out of it. There's a perpetual feeling low inside you now, and you can feel yourself actually dripping into your underwear.

You're not sure how much more you can take, and when you pick up on the sound of Luke breathing heavily behind you, it doesn't make it any better. Is he feeling this too?

Your resolve to say something breaks when you find yourself beginning to imagine what would happen if you stopped walking and let him run into you, pushed your ass against his cock, let him bend you over and fuck you into the goddamn ground, right here, right now. You're thinking about having something, anything inside your cunt, but especially his cock. You have to snap out of it.

"Let's stop for a second," you rush out, not giving Luke a chance to protest. You start walking away from him, hoping to put some distance between the two of you as if that will cure your ailment, so you lean on a large rock a few feet off the side of the trail you'd been walking.

The atmosphere is sickly saccharine now, stifling your breathing. There's a low mist or something hanging in the air and everything feels strangely heavy. You close your eyes for what you thought was just a second, trying to figure out how to bring up that this planet is obviously poisoning you despite what the indicators read earlier, but when you open them again, Luke is gone.

For a second, you panic; your blood runs cold, and your system is too overwhelmed with the brief shock and fear that you can almost fight off the symptoms the planet is subjecting you to. You scan the fields rapidly, your mind searching. It certainly would be worse to lose Luke Skywalker on a random planet in the Outer Rim than nearly any other bad luck that could befall you, and it would mean you'd be alone here. Under any normal circumstance the thought would certainly unsettle you, but rational thought is quickly slipping from your mind's grasp, and you feel different. Maybe even abandoned.

You wheel around and finally see him standing in the valley, several yards away, with his back to you. Your relief is palpable; you feel your shoulders drop and your heart rate settle.

And then the other feelings are back, ten times stronger.

"Luke!" you can't help but call out as you practically double over, and then, fighting to straighten your posture, take a few steps his direction.

Luke turns around and puts his hands out like he's trying to corral a frightened bantha, and that's when you know he's feeling it too. The thought of Luke being as equally aroused as you are in this moment makes your knees buckle.

"Don't, um... don't come any closer, something's wrong," he says.

"I know. We have to get out of here," you shout, continuing to move towards him. "I think I'm... I think I'm getting sick," you insist. It's not a lie, necessarily. It's not the truth either.

"Yeah," Luke says, his voice trembling. "Yeah, me too."

At least both of you are determined to avoid what's really happening.

"It's the flowers," you say, stopping a foot or two away from him. "We're allergic to the pollen, or... or, something. We should take the reaction treatment in the medpacks and leave."

Luke is not listening to you. It's evident by the way he's avoiding your gaze entirely. His eyes wander briefly down your neck to your chest before he appears to zone out completely, gaze falling to the ground.

"Luke..." you trail off. No response. "Luke?" you insist. He doesn't react until you touch his wrist– it's instinctual, and a huge mistake.

"Mm?" he moans lightly as he seems to snap out of the trance he was in, but when he looks up at you, his face is flushed, his pupils blown wide. You probably look similarly messy, you imagine, as the touch of his skin to yours electrifies you. It dulls the ache, soothes the relentless arousal even just a tiny amount. Stars, it's bad. It's worse, because you could become addicted to the way his skin feels against yours right now.

You pull back your hand like you'd been scalded. You want him like you've never wanted anyone. You don't dare to look at his body any further down than his chest, knowing if your own state is any indication, that he's hard and aching in his pants, and you don't know how you'll hold yourself back if you see him like that.

"Sorry," you whisper. He doesn't say anything, just licks his lips subtly and nods.

"Luke," you protest, "we have to get to the ship, and soon. If this is... I don't know what it is," you trail off. Half-truths. You've obviously both been exposed to an extremely powerful aphrodisiac via the flower pollen, you and Luke know there's no denying that. But the extent of its symptoms, and how bad it will get if you stay, there's no way to know.

It pains you, staying focused like this. Your heart and cunt are screaming at you to just have sex with him, to just give in to the urge to use one other to get off. What's left of your logical reasoning persists in one singular thought; get away from the flowers.

"Okay," he says. "Okay, let's go back."

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The walk to the transport is as silent as it is excruciating. You and Luke have an unspoken agreement to stay several feet away from each other, so he trails behind you once again. There's nothing to talk about, anyway.

The seam of your pants rubs against your clit with every step. You almost feel thankful for it, because if not for the merciful contact, you're sure you would have shoved a hand down your pants already. You can feel that there's a wet patch on the crotch of your trousers and you have never felt more humiliated, or more needy. Every few minutes, you sense Luke exhale a soft, barely audible moan behind you.

Don't look. Keep walking, you think. All there is to do is keep walking.

More lies, your mind supplies, like a screwed up dialogue with yourself. You could fuck him instead.

When you reach the transport, you dash inside like you're possessed. As soon as you're both inside, you seal the doors, hoping once you're out of the environment, things might change. You open one of the ship cabinets and rummage through the med supplies until you find the reaction treatment and quickly take the pill that's supposed to regulate your internal systems.

You turn to pass a pill to Luke, who's slumped against the wall, a hand conspicuously placed over the front of his trousers. You don't say anything, just watch as he also takes the treatment, then look away, seating yourself in the passenger side of the ship, crossing your legs, not knowing what else to do.

It's supposed to be instant, but nothing is happening. You wait a few minutes, hoping. Not a goddamn thing feels better.

"If you expect me to– I can't– I can't fly like this," Luke sounds almost irritated for a moment, which you suppose is fair, but you refuse to turn around to look at him. Your nails dig into the armrests next to you. If things hadn't been so damn awkward before, maybe there would have been some kind of resolution to this that involved you implying getting rid of the effects naturally instead of torturing yourself like this.

Distracted again at the idea, you imagine getting up and kissing Luke, pressing your body against him the way it craved. You imagined him pinning you to the wall, ripping your ruined pants and shoving his cock into you at a brutal pace, giving you everything you wanted, craved, needed right now.

Stars, you were on the edge of orgasm just thinking about it, clenching and relaxing your thighs rhythmically, hips doing tiny, almost imperceptible circles on your seat.

But you caught yourself before you could finish; you couldn't see your way out of it. You barely knew Luke, no matter how much you were into him, so you couldn't muster the strength to ask him if he'd consider it– if he'd consider you. You might die from this before you gave in, you thought. Maybe literally. You reluctantly uncross your legs, denying yourself release, and shifted in your chair.

"Fuck," Luke whines, suddenly across from you in the pilot's seat. "Don't do that."

"Do what?" you breathe. His close proximity is taunting you, and when you look over at him, his head is thrown back against the seat. He's absentmindedly touching himself, rutting his still-clothed cock against his hand as his hips jerk every so often, like it's not even on purpose but on pure instinct.

Animalistic.

"When you," Luke squeezes his eyes shut for a moment, "when you sit like that, I can, uhm–"

It's your turn to be a bit snappy with him. You're more than uncomfortable and there's no getting around it now. Mere moments earlier, you still thought you could ignore the problem and it would go away, but now Luke is grabbing at his cock over his pants right in front of you. Fuck it.

"Spit it out, Skywalker," you say, giving in and letting your own hand snake down your torso to cup your heat, pressing your wet trousers and panties against your pussy.

"Can smell how turned on you are when you open your legs," he rushes out.

"Oh," you breathe, barely above a whisper. It makes sense. Enclosed spaces. No longer the open field of flowers to mask the scent of your arousal or of his sweat.

When you think of it, your hips grind harder against your hand and the chair, and you let out a moan, frustrated, self-conscious, but unable to hold back any longer.

At this, Luke suddenly keens. His hips give one, two, three little jerks, and he bites his lip in an effort to stifle his own noises, his whole body tensing, blue eyes rolling back as he very obviously came in his pants, a wet spot forming on his trousers.

"Did you–" you go to inquire, but think better of it. It's obvious what just happened. "Did it help?" you ask instead. Your face is burning with embarrassment and intense arousal. The look on Luke's face when he cums is not something you ever intend to forget.

"No," Luke sighs, "no, I'm still– it's still– I think we can't get rid of it on our own. It... it's worse than before."

When you don't say anything, he keeps talking.

"Really want you," Luke says softly, and then he's sliding off his seat, moving to kneel right in front of you. His hands come to rest on your thighs, gently spreading your legs further open. Your eyes have to be as wide as saucers when he kisses your inner knee and inhales deeply before pulling away.

"Please? It's hurting you, too, isn't it?" he asks, his gorgeous blue eyes looking up at you, begging you silently.

In more ways than one, you think. You're being haunted by all the complications of this, no matter how badly you want him. You could fall in love with him, but Luke doesn't owe you anything; you're not dating, you've never even had a conversation longer than ten minutes before this week.

He doesn't even owe you this, and yet he's offering to give it to you.

"Yes," you breathe shakily, "I want you too."

No sooner are the words out of your mouth than Luke is pulling on the belt loops of your pants. "Take them off," he whines, and you rush, shoving your trousers off in haste. It feels good to give in to the effects of the pollen, feels right. You mind gets clouded, thinking only of Luke's skin on yours.

The flowers must be similarly affecting Luke, because before you can divest yourself of your panties, Luke's shoving his face against your clothed pussy, tonguing you lewdly over your already ruined undergarments. The feeling is amplified by whatever the two of you inhaled earlier, and you throw your head back, your hips leaving the chair as you squirm, at the mercy of the mess of a man on his knees in front of you.

"You're soaked," Luke moans against your cunt. Your mind is empty, filled with the base desire to feel his mouth against your bare cunt, and you shove your panties off your legs hurriedly. Luke helps, yanking them down.

"Oh," he whines, "These are so pretty." He's holding your wet undergarment up and staring like he's won a prize, momentarily distracted by the lace trim and the smell of you on them.

"We ruined them," he laments. "I'll get you new ones, bunny."

Luke doesn't give you time to respond, or to react to the new nickname he's given you, before he's practically pushing his face against your cunt. He doesn't hesitate; there's no teasing, no build-up, just the feeling of his tongue firm against you, starved in a way you've never felt before.

You can't help but writhe on his tongue. At the start, you try to avoid fisting your hands in his pretty blonde hair, but you can only hold yourself back for mere moments before you're tugging at him, pushing his face into your cunt and grinding your hips across his mouth.

And Luke likes it, moans into your cunt below you, panting. His big blue eyes find yours when you tug particularly hard and you swear you see his eyelashes flutter. He's doing his best to get as close as humanly possible to you, too, grabbing your thighs and pulling you forward onto his mouth, the wet sound of your cunt urging him on. He licks and sucks on your clit, and you sob.

It's heady. It's disgusting. It's going to make you cum. And somehow, he knows.

"Yeah?" he barely pulls away to answer you, "You like that?"

"Luke," you cry, pushed over the edge, grinding against his face as you let the aftershocks overtake your body, expecting your body to relax as usual into the bliss of the afterglow.

Except, the desire doesn't fade. The symptoms don't go away. If anything, they've intensified, and you moan frustratedly. The orgasm Luke has given you on any other day would have sated you completely, but not now.

Luke looks wrecked on his knees before you, pupils blown so wide that his eyes look dark. His mouth shines with your release, his cheeks a bright red.

You give into your urges.

Sliding off the chair, you situate yourself so you're also on your knees on the floor of the ship with him. You lean over, crawling into his lap, and claim his mouth, kissing him the way you've only ever dreamed you might one day. It's the first time you've kissed, you realize somewhat embarrassingly, mind reeling that he's had his lips on your pussy before your mouth.

"That was so good. You're so good," you compliment him between kisses, and he lights up at the praise, smiling against your mouth, hips grinding against yours, and you can feel how hard he is.

"D'you feel better?" Luke hesitates, almost like he's too nervous to ask.

You shake your head. "No...I-I need more."

"Me too," he answers.

"Let me help you?" you ask, trailing a hand over his cock, hard and thick in his pants. He shudders and bucks his hips, nodding.

You're quick to pull him from the confines of his pants, underwear just as soaked as yours was from his earlier orgasm. You can't even think to tease him about it though, because his cock is gorgeous. Long and pretty, flushed so much it must be painful– you know it is, just as much as your cunt aches to have him inside you.

You meant to take him as quickly as you could, to satiate the pollen, to cure yourself of the beyond intense desire you feel. You don't mean to toy with him, but you can't help it, you're mesmerized. The way his cock is leaking precum makes you stop and just watch, letting him fuck your hand, twisting your wrist a bit at the tip to make him moan and keen and cry out and– and– 

He's cumming again, all over his open pants, all over his shirt, all over your hand. You've never seen anything like it. Your cunt twitches and flutters around nothing as you watch him finish.

His little noises, his "ah, haah, mh!" sounds almost send you over the edge.

"Oh, baby. There’s so much,” you gasp, eyes wide at the way he's literally dripping with his own spend. His cock refuses to soften, twitching in your hand even as you pause your ministrations– the pollen has completely eradicated his refractory period.

"I needa be inside you right now, please," Luke begs.

By now the feeling inside of you is debilitating too, impossible to ignore. You rip your own shirt off, pawing at Luke's clothing that's stained with his cum and help him take everything off before you're quickly straddling him, pinning him to the floor.

Selfishly, you wish you had time to marvel at his body, to slowly worship him, to mark his abdomen with love bites and kisses instead of jumping to this point, but the need for him is overwhelming. You sink down onto his cock, and you feel like the air has been punched out of your lungs.

"F-fuck!" Luke exclaims as he feels the tight heat of your pussy clench around him for the first time, overwhelmed. You would love to take your time with this one day, too, you realize as you look down at him. He's cute beneath you, staring up at you adoringly, eyes darting from where his cock is buried inside of you, to your tits, to your face. Maybe he'd react well to being teased, but it isn't the time.

And the way he's desperately thrusting his hips up into you now isn't so bad, either. His hands grip your hips, fucking you on his dick as you grind down on him, the two of you working in tandem.

You don't know if it's because it's Luke, or if it's because of the pollen, or a little bit of both, but you feel amazing right now; there's a comfortable warmth spreading throughout your body, and everywhere Luke touches you feels addicting. The pace is fast and rough and perfect.

You may never get this again, you realize. You've got to make the most of it.

"So pretty," you tell him. "Look so good like this."

Luke moans underneath you, his breathing shallow and stuttered, hips never ceasing to roll perfectly against you. You notice the way his gaze continues to linger on your breasts and can't help yourself.

"Touch me," you whimper, pulling his hands from their place on your hips to your tits. "You like them, don't you? Seen the way you look at them."

Luke practically worships your breasts, running his hands along your body.

"You're perfect," he whines. "A-all of you. Feel like a dream around my– uhm, uh! L-like you're meant for me."

The idea does you in. "Oh, oh god," you cry out, clenching on his cock and cumming for the second time in a matter of minutes. It wracks through your body, making you shudder and collapse against Luke, who redoubles his efforts, holding your body against his as his hips continue to fuck against yours, which is all the better for you; you can't believe it, but you still feel that your body needs more.

It's obvious that Luke is losing all concentration, lost in his own pleasure. He chases his own orgasm, rutting into your body like a man possessed, until you feel him erupt inside of you.

“Ccan't stop cumming..." he whines as you feel his cock twitch in your cunt, and now you're dripping in a different way than before, "Again, bunny, I n-need it again.”

"Fuck yes, me too," you cry out.

No sooner have the words left your mouth than Luke is flipping the two of you over, throwing your legs around his waist. You cross your legs behind him, drawing him even closer, and throw your hips back towards him, desiring to take everything he can give you.

He gasps sharply as he sheathes himself inside you again, overstimulated, but still absolutely insatiable.

"Does it hurt?" you ask, your own pussy sure to be sore soon, you knew.

"A l-little but it feels s' good," he whines. "Can't stop. Don't wanna stop."

"Then don't, baby. Fuck me hard," you insist.

He listens, his pace brutal, completely drunk on your pussy. Under any other circumstances you'd want to tease him for it, but you were much the same for him. His moans were relentless, whining and gasping at every thrust as you ran your nails down his back, clinging to him. One of his pretty hands comes to play with your swollen clit, rubbing against you gently but firmly.

"Y'like it?" Luke asks.

"So much," you answer. And then, because you're feeling a bit brave; "Feel like such a slut f'you," you say, sultry, hardly above a whisper.

Luke's eyes go wide for a second before he suddenly kisses you deeply.

"Y'wanna be my slut? Is that it?" he asks against your mouth.

"Yeah," you cry out as his cock perfectly hits that most sensitive spot inside of you.

"That's really hot," he whines. And then, like a silly little afterthought, "We're kinda both sluts right now," he huffs out with a laugh and you can't help but to smile as you kiss him again.

Hardly thinking anymore, you kiss at his neck, yet again wishing in a possessive way that you could mark him more permanently, but this would do for now. Luke shudders against you, crying out.

"Ah, oh, m' c-close. Y'gonna make me cum again for you, bunny."

"Yeah? Good," you say, and grab a handful of his beautiful blonde hair, tilting his head back so he's looking at you, "Want you to cum inside me again."

"Oh, unh, I ccan't hold it," he babbles, "cumming."

Luke sloppily ruts into you as he finishes; there's so much it's practically spilling out of you. He's falling apart, and you are too, following him over the edge mere seconds later.

You can sense that the pollen's effect is waning, but it's not yet gone from either of your systems. Luke's cock, despite having just pumped you full of cum, remains hard inside your pussy. You still ache for another orgasm, not yet content.

"Oh," Luke whines as he shifts inside of you, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes.

"Baby?" you ask, "are you okay?"

"Uhn," he chokes out, "yyeah, just, oh, ffuck, sensitive s'all."

"Just one more, baby, it's gonna feel so good. One more time," you coax, despite your own aches and pains.

This time, it's much gentler; not romantic, not quite, it still feels like there's an urgency, but the two of you are well-worn out, bodies nearly giving out despite the influence of the pollen; his cock oversensitive and your cunt full to the brim of him.

Luke presses a soft kiss to your forehead and you freeze, just for a split second. It shouldn't change things, but it does. It's not the time to be caught up in the logistics of all this, but your mind is beginning to be released from the brain fog caused by the flowers and suddenly there's nothing else to think about.

He must sense something about the change in your behavior, because he holds you close, and rocks into you softer. It makes you like him even more, makes you so fond of him you could cry. You don't. Instead, you pull his face towards yours and let yourself kiss him tenderly in return, unbearably erotic, tracing his skin as you moan quietly into each other's mouths, a mixture of sensitivity and pleasure mingling.

It's not long before the two of you are close to cumming again, and in a moment of greed and blind arousal, you pull him closer by his hair and bite and suck passionately at his collarbone, knowing it will bloom into a beautiful, dark mark that he'll hopefully remember you by, at least for a while. He liked it earlier, you remember. And he likes it now, you observe. Luke absolutely melts, gasps and moans delightedly, and spills inside of you for a third time, triggering your own orgasm as you clench around him.

Finally, you feel spent. Your cunt flutters with aftershocks, but there's no uncontrollable lust accompanied with it anymore. Luke slips out of you, his cock softening at last. The two of you lay on the floor of the transport for a quiet moment, breathing together, your muscles only now feeling the burn of your exertion.

Reality has set back in.

"I'm sorry," you blurt out when you can finally think of anything to say, grabbing your clothes from the discarded pile nearby and holding them in front of your nude frame, as if there was anything Luke hadn't seen that evening.

Luke, who's been lounging on the duristeel floor quite comfortably, sits up and furrows his brows.

"Sorry? Why?"

You look at him pointedly, and gesture vaguely. "Kind of a mess, isn't it?"

"Oh, we can clean up," Luke says, his mild confusion obvious.

"I... I don't know if I meant literally," you say slowly, "I mean, the whole mission has been a mess. I'm a mess. This is a mess."

"I don't think you're a mess," Luke wagers, his tone careful yet reverent, and it shakes you. "and I don't think this mission has been all that terrible either. 'Cept for Hoth, really, but that's besides the point."

You're silent. The air might as well have been punched out of your lungs.

"If you want to pretend all this didn't happen, that's fine," Luke continues, "but I like you, and– and if you feel the way I feel, maybe you'd think about going on a date sometime? After we find a planet to put this stupid base on?"

Something in you relaxes, despite the fact that your heart is pounding. "Yeah. Yeah, I- I like you too. We can do that," you can't hide your smile.

"This is going to make a real funny story one day," Luke says, smiling back. "I told you. Adventure."

"Yeah, well... I don't know if we should put it in the mission report."

Luke actually laughs then. It's a sound you hope you get to hear for the rest of your life.

"Share the sonic?" he asks, "You weren't kidding about this mess," he says, gesturing to your shared fluids on both of you.

"That tiny shower? We'll be pressed against each other like sardines," you tease. "I'll probably slip and fall and break my ass."

"I'll catch you."

"Well then, how could I say no?" you wink.

"I guess I'll see you in there," he jokes back, starting to walk down the small corridor to the refresher. When you join him, you were right, there's barely space for the two of you to even turn around comfortably, but you wouldn't change a thing.

“One more thing," you say as you step inside, "There's no way in hell we can put the base here.”

Luke sighs, an over-exaggerated thing, and pretends to roll his eyes.

“Hoth it is.”

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a/n: holy shit guys. I finally did it. two years in my mind. three days to write. here it is. I hope you love it.

[fireflyskywalker00]

newest Luke Skywalker x reader fic sneak peek below the cut.... some of you will be very happy about this one I think.... mayhaps 👀

When Luke lands the small ship on the planet's surface, you hope that this is the perfect location, but something just feels... off.

These places that you and Luke are investigating are all supposed to be disagreeable by design. Something– be it the weather, the atmosphere, the creature life– is supposed to keep most people away, including and especially the Empire. Everyone should be unsuspecting that the Rebellion would ever chose such a location for their base.

The problem is that the ecosystem here is shockingly nice. Welcoming, even. You've landed in a little clearing, but just a few yards away, the landscape morphs into nothing but fields and fields, valleys and meadows as far as the eye can see, and in every field grows delicate little wildflowers; with purple petals barely the size of the tip of your finger. They seem to grow on the wild grasses, some of the plants reaching as tall as your hips.

"We got the right coordinates, right?" you venture.

"Yeah! I don't understand," Luke answers. "This isn't unpleasant at all."

[fireflyskywalker00]

Could we please get some sith luke x reader hc’s?🤞

Me as soon as I saw your ask:

There is in fact nothing that'd make me happier, nonnie!

Sith Luke headcanons were one of the first things I ever wrote for Luke before even creating this blog so I'M SO EXCITED🩵🩵

(check them out here)

• deciding to date Sith Luke is not a choice you should make lightly 

• (if he gives you the chance to anyways)

• depending on where you meet and how you catch his eye, he will either lure you in with his charm, seducing you with all he has

• or, alternatively, just straight up kidnap you 

• once he has acquired you however, there's no chance he'll ever let you out of his clutches again

• he possibly allows you the illusion of free will but know that he's the one holding all the threads 

• just like his father he is a very good manipulator 

• because he doesn't want you to even think about leaving, he likes to twist your mind to get what he wants, to keep you with him 

• you may not have the chance to leave anyways but that doesn't mean he wants you to find out about that in the first place 

• you're supposed to love him with every fiber of your being!

• he's all you have, the center of your universe!

• stay with him and never again will you need or want for anything 

• he will make sure you have it all

• you won't realize the door to your golden cage closing in your face until it's too late

• in the same way he's as fiercely protective as he is possessive 

• you aren't allowed to go anywhere without him by your side 

• and due to his threatening person being always somewhere near it's practically impossible to engage in a normal conversation with someone outside of his immediate family 

• he tends to be wary even of them 

• he doesn't want you to engage too much with others, afraid another man or woman will catch your fancy, no matter if it's in a platonic or romantic way 

• he is the only one you will ever need

• everyone making an effort to come close to you will end up on his radar

• and then they will randomly disappear?

• no, he really can't tell you why all of your new friends keep vanishing like that 

• maybe you should've just listened to him and stayed away 

• there's no one but him who has your best interest in mind after all

• the galaxy is full of unreliable and dangerous people, stay away from them 

• while he enjoys showing you off on his arm, parading you around as his most priced possession and reveling in the way it sparks jealously wherever you appear, he can change his mind about it just as quickly 

• yes, they may take a quick look, but ultimately you are his and his alone to enjoy

• he will make this very clear by always having his hands on you 

• one might rest on your lower back or on the back of your neck 

• maybe he's holding your hand very tightly in his, refusing to let go

• if you want to check out the buffet or step outside to look at the scenery you will simply have to ask (beg) him

• don't worry though, if he's in a decent enough mood it's not hard at all

• cling to his arm and flutter your lashes at him 

• leave a shy kiss on his cheek 

• whisper in his ear 

• he won't be able to deny you anything 

• not when you're so clearly putting on display to whom you belong 

• and to make this even more obvious he'll always leave his marks on you

• if they fade, he'll make sure to re apply them

• he expects you to wear them in the open like jewelry 

• don't you dare covering them up with either make up or clothing 

• Sith Luke is dominant in every single aspect and always, without fail, has to have the last say 

• the more easily you succumb to his will the better

• he may not straight up order you to do things a certain way, but you'll learn fast enough what pleases and displeases him 

• this is not only in regards to how you wear your hair and how you dress but how you behave as well 

• he decides what you do to your hair in the morning, as it's his habit to play with it 

• when he has the time he personally picks your outfit

• if he doesn't you'll have to ask him whether he likes what you choose, sometimes having to change several times until he's finally satisfied 

• he decides what and how you eat and especially enjoys handfeeding you when he's not too busy 

• if you lick his hand extra clean after you are allowed to pick a favorite dessert of yours 

• he expects you to wait for him when he returns to your shared quarters after a hard day, no matter how late it is 

• receive him with open arms 

• tell him how much you missed him 

• cover him in kisses and your affection 

• don't leave his side, follow him wherever he goes 

• offer to take off his shoes for him

• offer to help him change into something more comfortable

• ask him about his day and listen closely 

• stroke his face and be sympathetic as he a answers

• offer to run him a relaxing bath and to wash his hair 

• offer to massage his sore muscles after

• beg for him to hold you close 

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• as interested as he is in what you're wearing, he likes it most when you're not wearing anything at all

• not only does he enjoy the lovely view but most of all the easy access, that he can have what he craves most at any time 

• drape yourself over his bed clothed in his long black cape like a present for him to unwrap and he's more than eager to fulfill every wish you might have 

• but be careful, you might not be always alone with him as he often tends to have visitors over 

• don't you dare let yourself be seen in any state of dress until he specifically asks you to join them

• he likes watching you take a shower and does so regularly 

• for once he won't tell you what to do, instead leaning back and drinking in your wet and soapy body

• he'll sometimes ask you to turn a certain way so he can get a better view though 

• maybe a shampoo bottle will slip from your grasp, you'll have to bend down to retrieve it 

• oh, it happened again? You really are a little clumsy today

[fireflyskywalker00]

Hi,

You can call me Violet,

I’m am obsessed with Luke Skywalker, and I am willing to write one shots of him. Some, if not most of my work will be nsfw, so if you are a minor please do not interact! All my work will be marked accordingly, and appropriately.

Thank you for reading this, feel free to message me, or send asks about Luke!

My inbox is OPEN!

[fireflyskywalker00]

Endor luke has me going insane so if you could can we please get some hc’s? 💗

YOU AND ME BOTH ANON Endor Luke deserves all the love in the world😭

I really had a lot to say too, so this is kinda all over the place, I'm sorry

(thank you so much for your patience🩵 work really took a toll on me and I desperately needed to take several naps instead of writing. I really wish I could post Luke thoughts as a living instead)

• I really like how Luke is portrayed in RotJ and how far he has come when you compare him to the boy he was at the beginning of ANH

• I think how he acts and carries himself on Endor is a very good example

• we already got a glimpse of it in Jabba's palace when he comes to save his friends

• but Endor Luke is peak Luke (or as close to his prime we've ever got to see him aside from his last fight with Vader and TboBF) and I love how this comes across in very simple and subliminal ways without being too flashy or over the top

• he still makes mistakes 

• he struggles with himself and those around him

• he's far from being perfect

• and yet he tries so hard to leave his doubts aside to act in everyone's best interest 

• in the most dire of situations he only thinks about his friends and family and how his actions could possibly have an impact on them

• he just loves them so much and it's, among other reasons, what eventually makes him refuse to join the dark side 

• in the book it says that he hopes Han will never disappear from this universe 

• when Leia goes missing Han asks if he wants some time to gain his strength again and all Luke says is "I want to find Leia."

• I see him blaming himself for a lot that happened, especially regarding what his friends had to go through 

• he's definitely one to mull over a situation in his head again and again, going "I should have been there, I could have done this and that, I should have...etc.

• he has such a hard time acknowledging anything apart from what he could have done better 

• and at the end he's ready to die, to get himself killed, if it means saving the people he loves 

• he'd rather die than let his weaknesses put them in danger again

• I'm sure he will eventually learn how to overcome his past and accept it as it is because that too is part of becoming a Jedi

• but he's not ready for that yet and that's okay

• because there was so much happening over the short span of only a few years, he didn't get the time to deal with his losses and trauma 

• how is he supposed to move on from his guilt without properly saying goodbye and forgiving himself 

• let that man grieve for god's sake 

• (and someone give him a stable father figure please)

• he doesn't let others see what's going on inside of him 

• even those closest to him are often times unaware of his inner struggles until he opens a conversation about it himself 

• in the book it's described how he sometimes banishes all emotions from his face and wears it like a mask as to not trouble anyone

• eventually Leia is the only one realizing there's something eating at him 

• I think one reason for this is the awareness of his position at the head of the rebellion, of how many look up to him for guidance

• he wants to set a good example, wants to be strong for those who are scared or feeling hopeless 

• but while he might feel inadequate and often tired he makes an impression wherever he goes

• I don't think he's aware of the impact he has and how great he actually is

• he doesn't give himself enough or any credit for how much he has grown and changed in a good way too

• he's calm, collected and exudes quiet confidence to a point where it's hard to shake him up or make him loose his cool like he would have earlier 

• he has a strong presence, even when he's set on keeping in the background 

• when he gives out orders they are well thought of and highly respected by his subordinates 

• they put lots of trust into him and his judgement

• rarely does the impatience of his younger years get the better of him

• in the same way it has become unusual for him to raise his voice at all

• it's said in the book that the rebels chosen for the mission on Endor are a wildly thrown together group of people, some of them charged criminals 

• and while I believe them to be invested in their cause, I think Luke would do a great job keeping them in check should someone act out of line 

• he even SMILES in critical situations 

• you know, like in that one scene where he, Han, Chewie and the droids are captured by the Ewoks

• and Han is so offended at them waving their lances in his face, yelling and threatening them 

• meanwhile Luke is just very amused 

• (I'm on my knees for him, like that's so hot I cant- )

• no longer does he act on impulse, but rather takes time to observe a situation before carefully trying to negotiate 

• this not only shows his character development but also how much their relationship evolved 

• at the beginning Han was definitely some kind of role model for Luke 

• he's a pilot, has his own ship, something that Luke always wanted

• he has much experience and many stories to tell about his adventures

• to someone who never had the chance to leave their planet before he must have seemed grand and beyond impressive 

• but I feel like Luke has grown so much he eventually surpassed Han and now smiles at his friends antics

• he's now able to see him the way he really is, instead of blindly idolizing him, which really balances out their friendship

• to round off this post I want to talk about how his fighting skills developed as well

• I already mentioned in some of my other posts that I think Luke is really strong but during the scenes on Endor we get to see glimpses of it too

• he's not only strong with the Force but physically capable as well

• he easily stops Han from pulling his weapon on the Ewoks with ONE hand 

• during the chase scene with Leia we see him throw a man off his speeder bike like it's nothing 

• he simply grabs him and he goes flying against a tree

• (it's even wilder in the book, where they describe Luke "grabbing the man's neck" to "sling" him away and into the tree with "bone crushing force")

• (please grab my neck and crush my bones too, daddy👀)

• in addition he is a very quick thinker and calm enough in stressful situations to come up with well calculated manoeuvers 

• neither do his capabilities falter when put to the test

• the best example for this is the scene with the speeder bike racing towards him while shooting 

• Luke easily deflects the laser bolts and then, like in afterthought, steps aside to cut off the front part

• and then he walks off like nothing happened 

• like SIR-

[fireflyskywalker00]

Hi anon! Yes Luke would definitely do this!

Warnings: Smut, oral sex (male receiving), p in v sex, unprotected sex. Basically this is filthy.

Minors dni! NSFW below the cut!

(Gif not mine)

You and Luke were watching a holofilm while cuddling on the couch. However, the two of you were not watching the holofilm, you were instead making out and ignoring the film completely.

You were straddling Luke’s lap and kissing him deeply. Luke’s hands wondered to the back your waist, lifting your shirt just enough to caress your skin. Luke drew small circles and lines along your back. You took this as a sign for more, taking off your shirt leaving you in your bra.

Luke’s hands came around to caress your breasts through your bra. You smile down at him, he was always obsessed with your tits. Deciding to be gracious, you take off your bra, letting Luke kiss and lightly suck on your tits. Luke’s assault on your breasts makes you moan. He is immediately turned on, and you feel it, his cock twitching in his pants.

This leads you to temporarily stand up and remove the rest of your clothes. Luke follows suit, freeing his hard cock. You kneel down and admire his length, taking in your hand and pumping it a few times. You move close and lick a stripe up his length. Luke moans and moves his hand to rest on your hair. You start licking the tip before putting it in your mouth, tasting the sweet and salty precum. You begin bobbing up and down, swirling your tongue around it, getting it nice and wet with your saliva. Luke restrains himself from bucking into up into your mouth. Luke smiles and taps your shoulder, “I want you to ride me…”

Smiling at his command, you climb back up and line yourself up with his cock. Luke gently places his hands on your waist as you slowly impale yourself on his dick. You feel your breath leaving your body, his cock stretching your walls. You give yourself a minute to adjust, and get used to it. You begin with a slow pace to start, Luke keeps a grip on your hips controlling your pace.

Soon, Luke allows you to pick up the pace, “I want you to bounce on my cock.” He demands and you obey. You repeatedly bounce on his cock, his hands move down and grip your ass. The sounds of grunting and moaning fill the room, your both getting close to climax. Luke uses your ass to help you bounce on his dick. Your the first to orgasm, throwing your head back in pleasure. Your walls clench around Luke pushing him to his climax, he paints your walls with his cum. You slowly come to a stop, tiding out your bliss. Luke caresses your back and brings you close, he looks over your shoulder to see the credits of the holofilm rolling.

[fireflyskywalker00]

Hi! This prompt is top tier! 👌I’m really bad at flirting irl, thankfully writing comes a lot easier to me, lol! NSFW below the cut! Minors dni!

Summary: You and Luke attend a formal ball, however, you have your heart set on seducing the Jedi Knight.

Warnings: Smut, this is filthy, reader has female parts, fingering, I can’t think of anymore warnings…

Music fills your ears as you walk into the ballroom. You and Luke had been invited to a formal ball on some distant planet as a thank you for saving them from pirates. Though a party wasn’t exactly worth the risk, you were grateful for the free food.

Luke and yourself were dressed for the occasion. Your hosts were kind enough to let you borrow formal outfits for the ball. You wore a black silk dress, and Luke wore a black suit and tie.

You couldn’t keep your eyes off Luke, he looked extremely handsome in the suit. Every time you pulled your eyes away from him they would naturally wonder back to him. You and Luke had known each other for awhile, you figured being a Jedi he wouldn’t be affected by flirting. Maybe, just maybe… you could still shoot your shot…

You stood near the buffet, picking at some of the interesting looking foods. You see Luke talking with someone, a Duke, perhaps. Luke looks bored, doing the bare minimum to be polite. Luke excuses himself from the conversation and walks over to you.

“Having fun?” You ask sarcastically. Luke let’s out an exaggerated sigh,

“That was the most boring conversation I have ever had.” Luke grabs a piece of fruit from the buffet. This is your chance to flirt with him…

In a low seductive tone you ask, “Maybe I can entertain you…?” Luke goes silent, his cheeks starting to flush. He tries to say something, anything, but he is speechless.

You didn’t expect him to react, let alone be speechless. You smile to yourself, and grab a piece of fruit. Luke watches you take a small slow bite. You fully intended it to look sensual. You stare at him with doe eyes as you take another sensual bite. Luke’s mind goes wild. He tries to compose himself, but all he can think about you and that piece of fruit.

Luke takes a deep breath and does his best to compose himself. It’s his turn now… His eyes slowly go over your figure, his eyes lock onto yours, his voice now low and sultry…

“I forgot to mention how stunning you look…” You blush at his words, thankful he didn’t reject your advances.

You return the compliment, “You don’t look half bad yourself.” Luke steps closer, your eyes stare at each other’s lips. The music gets louder, reminding both of you that your in a public area.

Luke takes your hand, “Would you like to take this somewhere private?” He asks hoping he isn’t being too forward. You find yourself nodding your head, desperate to take this elsewhere.

Luke leads you out of the ballroom, though he isn’t sure where he’s going, he finds an empty room. It seems to be an office or study room, is doesn’t matter which. It’s quiet and it’s empty.

Luke quickly turns his attention back to you, he hold both your hands. Neither of you are quite sure what to say. The two of you stand close, eyes staring into each other’s. Your faces move close, once again staring at his lips. You close your eyes and leaning in, gently placing a kiss on his lips.

You pull back slowly, determining his reaction. Luke quickly leans back in kissing you, his hands find their way to your waist keeping you close. The two of you kiss passionately, your fingers run through his hair to the back of his head.

Luke picks you up by your waist and sits you down on the desk, without breaking the kiss. His hands start caressing your arms feeling your soft, smooth skin. Luke couldn’t believe he was kissing someone as beautiful as you, meanwhile, you couldn’t believe that you actually seduced the handsome Jedi knight.

Luke moved his mouth from your lips to your jaw, slowly making his way down to your neck. You let out a slight gasp at the feeling of his lips on your neck. In retaliation, you unbutton his suit jacket and pull it off his arms with some help.

Luke continues his assault on your neck, trying to find your sweet spot. Your hands undo his tie when you gasp. Luke found where your neck is most sensitive, he begins to lightly suck the skin, just enough to gage your reaction. When you don’t stop him, he begins to suck harder, wanting to leave a deep purple bruise.

After he is satisfied with his work of art, Luke’s kisses begin to move further down, reaching your collarbone. His hands find the zipper on the back of your dress, “May I?” He asks before taking it off. You nod your head, “Yes,” you say in a hushed tone. Luke unzips your dress and slips it off your shoulders revealing your bare chest.

Luke’s eyes express what can only be describe as amazement, he couldn’t believe how beautiful you were. Your hands started fidgeting with his shirt buttons, Luke got the hint and took off his shirt revealing his toned chest. His years of training showed, and you appreciated the sight. Your desire for him grew, you couldn’t wait any long, and neither could he…

You slip your dress off the rest of your body, and Luke took off his belt and pants. The two of you were now desperate for each other. Luke’s hands caress the hem of your panties, “May I?” You nod your head.

“Please…” You say breathlessly. Luke pulls your panties off your legs, and caress your thighs. Your breathing becomes labored, you wanted him so bad. Luke’s hand wander to your pussy, running a finger along your folds.

“You’re so wet…” He comments. Finger finds your clit and circles it, his other hand finds your hole, slipping a finger inside. “So tight…” He whispers. You moan at the sensation, your hands grip whatever you can find.

Luke’s rubs your clit with his thumb while slipping another finger into you. He starts fingering you slowly, you already close to climax. “Faster, please.” You beg him for release, and he complies. His fingers work faster, curling at that right spot. You moan loudly, you feel the coil inside you snap. Luke works you through your orgasm, lengthening your bliss.

After you regain your senses you see Luke smiling at you with awe. You already know it’s going to be a long night…

[fireflyskywalker00]

Slight update, I will post one tonight and one tomorrow!

Sorry for the lack of content!

I have had some family problems, but I’m back and I’m writing! I should have two smut fics for Luke out by the end of tomorrow!

[fireflyskywalker00]

Sorry for the lack of content!

I have had some family problems, but I’m back and I’m writing! I should have two smut shots for Luke out by the end of tomorrow!

[fireflyskywalker00]

I promise I’m writing! I’m just a perfectionist!

[fireflyskywalker00]

Luke smut headcanons

Hi anon! Thank for the request! I am a firm believer that Luke is a switch so I did Sub Luke and Dom Luke. NSFW UNDER THE CUT! MINORS DNI!

Sub Luke

Sub Luke is obsessed with your tits

no matter how big or how small, he LOVES them

more specifically he loves playing with them

kissing them, holding them, sucking them, or literally just playing with them

Sub Luke will casually just hold your boobs when your both cuddling or sleeping.

Sub Luke is also very vocal

He knows the moans he makes turns you on

He also want you to know that he likes what your doing

On the other hand, he will whine when you deny him what he wants.

if you two are somewhere semi public, good luck keeping him quiet! You might have you gag him

Sub Luke will absolutely worship you

he loves you so much, he will do anything you tell him

He also loves eating you out, this boy eats pussy for dinner!

Dom Luke

Dom Luke is also obsessed with your tits, but he a bit more rough

He is not opposed to nipping them, or softly biting them

Dom Luke is still vocal but it is more grunts and dirty talk

His dirty will leave you blushing and flustered

Dom Luke is selfish when it come to eating you out, he loves the taste of you.

He will eat you out until he is done

you will be overstimulated and begging him to stop

I don’t think he is opposed to using the Force to keep you retrained either

speaking of using the Force,

Luke would definitely tease you with it, even in public

he would love to watch you try to keep your composure, but as soon as your alone he would satisfy your needs.

[fireflyskywalker00]

Obedient

Kinktober day 17 - cockwarming

Master! Luke Skywalker x Reader

“Stay still” Luke says in a stern voice, not even bothering to open his eyes, just tightening his grip on your thighs to keep you in place.

But it’s really difficult to keep yourself from moving your hips when his cock is buried deep inside you, stretching you open so nicely, making you grow needier with each passing minute.

And you know quite well that if you don’t behave, he’s going to place a hard slap to your soft ass… or even use a worse punishment.

You know better than that. So, not wanting to distract him anymore or awaken his mean side, you just let him continue with his meditation, keeping his length warm inside you tight heat as you try your best to hold back the need to bounce on it.

Eventually, after a few minutes, you get bored and sleepy. And a little nap while you wait for him to be done sounds like a good idea.

Getting comfortable, you move one last time to be closer to him, resting against his chest with your face nuzzled on the crook of his neck, probably using his calm aura as a lullaby.

And the last thing you feel before falling asleep are his hands gently running along your back, as a silent praise for being such a good and obedient girl, even when you’re impaled on his hard cock.

[fireflyskywalker00]

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