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stre3tleopard · 10 days ago

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My Soul in Her

Luke Skywalker x reader

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

Word Count: 2.3k

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

A/N: Happy Valentine’s Day to me…

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Tell me.” He whispers before you.

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

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

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

All you can do is nod.

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

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

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

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

*****

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

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

‘Come to me.’

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

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

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

“You called.” You reply.

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

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

“Is this place yours?” You cautiously ask.

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

“Of course she did.” You chuckle.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You’re sure?” Luke questions.

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

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

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

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

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

“What about the Code?” You mumble.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But he would never.

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

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

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

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

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

The Force was coming back to you.

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

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

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

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

“You alright?” He asks.

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

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

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

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A red carpet romance ch.1 -(models attract rock stars like flies to honey)

In 2006, Chiara Muzann, a strikingly tall and elegant model with an air of confidence that turned heads everywhere she went, was making her way up the fashion industry ladder. With her long, flowing brunette hair and piercing green eyes, she had recently made waves on the runway in Milan and New York, and tonight, she was attending a high-profile red carpet event in Los Angeles.

Dressed in a shimmering silver gown that accentuated her height, Chiara was the epitome of grace as she glided along the red carpet. She paused occasionally to flash a dazzling smile for the photographers, enjoying the glamour of the moment. The event was teeming with celebrities, and the air was electric with excitement.

As she made her way towards the entrance, Chiara spotted Pete Wentz, the charismatic bassist of Fall Out Boy, who was also one of the night’s guests. Known for his distinct style and mischievous charm, Pete had a playful aura that often made him the center of attention. With his spiky black hair and edgy attire, he stood out amidst the crowd of formally dressed celebrities.

Chiara noticed Pete glancing in her direction, and when their eyes met, she gave him a warm smile. Pete, never one to miss an opportunity for a bit of fun, approached her with a confident stride.

"Hey, I’m Pete," he said with a smirk, extending his hand. "And you must be a skyscraper."

Chiara chuckled, shaking his hand. "Chiara Muzann," she replied. "Nice to meet you, Pete. And yes, I’ve heard that one before."

Pete laughed, clearly amused. "Sorry, couldn’t help myself. I mean, it’s not every day you meet someone who can literally look down on me." He gestured playfully, noting the noticeable height difference between them—Pete stood at around 5'6", while Chiara towered over him at nearly 6 feet tall, even without her heels.

Chiara grinned, enjoying the light-hearted banter. "Well, I’m not used to looking down at people either, so I guess this is a first for both of us."

Pete’s eyes sparkled with interest. "You know, you’re not just tall—you’re kind of intimidating in a really cool way. I like it."

Chiara raised an eyebrow, feigning surprise. "Intimidating? Me? I thought rockstars were supposed to be fearless."

"Oh, I’m fearless," Pete retorted playfully. "Just… selectively so."

They shared a laugh, and for a few moments, the bustling red carpet around them seemed to fade away. As they continued to chat, the connection between them was undeniable, and Pete couldn’t help but be captivated by Chiara’s wit and charm.

"So, Chiara," Pete said, leaning in slightly, "what are the odds I can convince you to join me for a drink inside? You know, if you don’t mind stooping down to my level."

Chiara tilted her head, pretending to think it over. "I suppose I can bend the rules for one night," she replied with a sly smile.

"Great," Pete grinned, offering her his arm. "Let’s make some height-defying memories, shall we?"

As they walked into the venue together, Pete and Chiara continued their playful banter, the height difference becoming just another part of their unexpected chemistry. That night on the red carpet marked the beginning of a story neither of them would soon forget.

♡☆ヽ(o´3`o)ﾉ☆♡

After the red carpet event, Pete Wentz and Chiara Muzann decided to keep the night going. Pete, ever the spontaneous one, suggested they hit up one of LA’s hottest nightclubs. Chiara, always up for an adventure, agreed with a mischievous glint in her eyes.

They arrived at the club to a burst of flashing lights and throngs of excited fans, but Pete smoothly guided Chiara through the crowd, his hand lightly resting on the small of her back. Inside, the music was loud and pulsing, the bass vibrating through the floor. The energy of the club was infectious, and it didn’t take long for them to find themselves on the dance floor, surrounded by a sea of moving bodies.

Under the neon lights, Pete and Chiara danced like they were in their own world. Chiara’s towering figure moved with a graceful rhythm, her dress shimmering under the strobe lights. Pete, despite being noticeably shorter, matched her step for step, his playful energy perfectly complementing her elegance. They danced close, the space between them disappearing as they moved to the beat, lost in the music and in each other.

They laughed, swayed, and occasionally leaned in close to share a few words that were lost in the noise but seemed to speak volumes. Between dances, they shared drinks at the bar, Pete making Chiara laugh with his witty remarks and Chiara teasing him about how he’d have to stand on a stool to keep up with her. It was clear that neither of them wanted the night to end.

As the hours passed, the crowd in the club thickened, but Pete and Chiara remained inseparable, moving seamlessly from the dance floor to their corner at the bar. For them, time seemed to blur; every glance and every touch felt electric, making the outside world fade into the background.

Eventually, the club started to wind down, and they decided to head out. Arm in arm, they made their way to the exit, still buzzing from the drinks and the thrill of the night. But as soon as they stepped outside, they were greeted by a swarm of paparazzi. Flashes went off like fireworks, and shouts from photographers filled the air.

“Pete! Over here!” one shouted. “Chiara, who’s your new friend?” another called out, the questions and flashes coming at them from all angles.

Chiara instinctively moved closer to Pete, her hand slipping into his as they tried to navigate through the frenzy. Pete, unfazed by the chaos, squeezed her hand reassuringly and flashed a grin for the cameras. Chiara, tall and poised even amidst the flashing lights, gave a coy smile, maintaining her composure as they pushed through the crowd.

Pete leaned in close, his voice just audible over the noise. “Guess we’re the new headline,” he joked, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

Chiara laughed softly, glancing down at him. “Well, I guess they couldn’t resist the height difference,” she teased, playfully bumping her hip against his.

Finally breaking free from the paparazzi, they ducked into Pete’s waiting car, the door shutting out the flashes and chaos. As the car pulled away, Pete looked over at Chiara, still holding her hand.

“Quite the night, huh?” he said, his smile still bright.

Chiara nodded, her eyes meeting his with a look of amusement and something else, something warmer. “Yeah,” she agreed, “one for the books.”

♡ ○ (^з^)-☆ ○ ♡

As they drove off into the LA night, the city lights casting a soft glow through the car windows, Pete and Chiara couldn’t help but feel that this was just the beginning of something unexpectedly special.

As Pete’s car pulled up to Chiara’s apartment, the city was quieting down, the buzz of nightlife giving way to the early hours of morning. They sat for a moment, both reluctant to end the night. Chiara turned to Pete with a soft smile, her green eyes reflecting the faint city lights.

“Thanks for tonight, Pete. I had a great time,” she said sincerely.

Pete smirked, leaning back casually. “Anytime. I mean, who else could keep up with you on the dance floor?” he teased, his playful demeanor making her laugh.

Chiara unbuckled her seatbelt and leaned down towards Pete. Despite their difference in height, she moved gracefully, pressing a gentle kiss on his forehead. “Thank you,” she whispered, her voice tender.

Pete’s expression softened, his usual cocky smile replaced by something more genuine. “You know, I could stay a little longer,” he said, almost as if reading her thoughts.

Chiara hesitated for a second, but the connection between them felt undeniable. “You don’t have to leave,” she replied, her voice warm and inviting. “Why don’t you stay?”

Pete’s eyes lit up, and he nodded. They stepped out of the car, heading up to Chiara’s apartment. Once inside, the atmosphere was cozy and intimate, a contrast to the club's loud chaos. They kicked off their shoes and sank into the comfort of her living room.

What began as a casual nightcap turned into quiet moments of conversation, lingering glances, and shared laughter. Eventually, as the night stretched into early morning, they found themselves in her bedroom, where exhaustion and the comfortable warmth of each other’s presence pulled them into sleep.

When Chiara woke up the next morning, the sunlight was streaming softly through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the room. She stirred gently, realizing Pete’s arm was wrapped around her waist. She turned her head slightly to find Pete still asleep beside her, his hair tousled and his expression peaceful. Chiara couldn’t help but smile at the sight, the events of the previous night playing back in her mind.

For a moment, she simply watched him, enjoying the quiet intimacy of the morning. As if sensing her gaze, Pete slowly blinked awake, a sleepy smile spreading across his face when he saw her.

“Morning,” he mumbled, his voice husky with sleep.

“Morning,” Chiara replied softly, shifting slightly to face him better. They lay there for a few moments, wrapped in a comfortable silence, neither in a hurry to move. The world outside felt far away, and the only thing that mattered was the cozy cocoon of the bed they were sharing.

Pete adjusted himself, pulling Chiara closer as he tucked his head against her shoulder, his arm draped lazily over her. “So, what’s the plan?” he asked with a yawn, his voice light and content.

Chiara shrugged, running her fingers gently through his hair. “Honestly? I’m in no rush to get up,” she admitted. “we could just stay here fora but .” she whispered as she placed her palm against his cheek

Pete chuckled softly, his eyes closing as he relaxed against her. “Yeah, I’m good with that,” he murmured, his voice trailing off as he settled back into the comfortable stillness.

They spent the morning cuddled up in bed, talking in hushed tones, occasionally drifting in and out of light sleep. It was easy, unpressured, and perfectly imperfect. They laughed at shared memories from the night before, made casual plans to hang out again, and enjoyed the simplicity of being in each other’s company without the spotlight of the outside world.

For Chiara and Pete, it was a rare, unexpected morning of tranquility—a sweet moment of connection that felt like the perfect ending to their night of adventure and the promising start of something new.

A: Pete, my beloved ♥️

Anyways, Chiara is a tall baddie, and Pete's a shirt king, I love them 💗

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