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Iāve been rereading your fics as of late to hopefully trigger some inspo to get me back in the smut writing headspace and itās been so fun to go back and revisit them
-Andromeda
Ah gosh!! It actually makes me so happy to hear what I've written could inspire anyone, really. I feel honored ;;o;; šš
I also wish you luck with your writing!! I'm looking forward to reading whatever you share! <3
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Return of the Jedi Deleted scene | Luke builds his lightsaberĀ
[T]he idea running throughout the whole trilogy is: First heās given his fatherās sword, because his father lost it in the fight with Ben Kenobi: Ben cut his hand off and Vader fell into the volcano, so Ben then pried the lazer sword out of the hand and kept it for the son. So then what the father did was cut his sonās hand and lazer sword offāand that was a way of severing the relationship between father and son. Not only did Luke lose his weapon and was castrated, but at the same time his father split that relationship. Luke was carrying his sword for his father. Now he is not doing that anymore. In this one, heās built his own. He has built his own lazer sword; he is his own man, he is not a son anymore. He is an equal. (George Lucas toĀ Howard Kazanjian, Richard Marquand, and Lawrence Kasdan during theĀ Return of the Jedi story conference of July 1981, quoted in The Making of Return of the Jedi, J. W. Rinzler)
I don't have any big update to share, but I did want to express my appreciation and gratitude for all of the kindness and love people have given my writing. It genuinely means so much to me, and sometimes I still struggle to believe people are still reading what I've wrote even after all this time. Really, thank you. ;;__;; ā¤ļø
Hey, I realized I havenāt seen you around lately! Hope youāre doing well :3
Hello!! I appreciate the message, it's very kind of you. ;;o;; ā¤ļø
I'm doing okay! I just haven't been very active because I haven't been very inspired to write as of late, and I've been preoccupied with other things, so I haven't been on tumblr too much... (ā ā)ć
That being said, I've felt the spark to write just a little recently; nothing finished, but ideas I am excited about!
Heating up is genuinely the best fic I've ever read helloššššššyou are actually a crazy good writer!!!! Are you ever going to write the fic idea you wrote about in the end notes of heating up about them actually trying for a baby cuz holyyyy you would eat that UPPPP
AH thank you so much!!! ;;__;; ā¤ļø
And...Yes! That one has been in the works for the while, I want it to be good so I've been taking my time with it and not trying to rush to finish it. (I've also been preoccupied, and haven't been too inspired to write much as of late!)
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Have you ever written anything with eldritch!Luke? I've always felt like that dynamic would be interesting to explore in a relationship, and your fic same but different made me think about that again! Love your stuff <3
So I actually had to do a bit of investigating on what you meant at first, haha. And assuming I'm understanding you right;
No, unfortunately I haven't! But I do find the entire idea very interesting, too!! The dynamics is part of why I often choose to not make the reader be force sensitive.
I'd really like to write something with that idea, maybe something multi-chapter since I've been itching to write something more substantial lately!
food for thought, do u think luke would enjoy a reader that likes to wear his clothes all the time
This is sweet to me, and I included a bit of it in the latest thing I wrote, so needless to say; Yes! I think he would! (Assuming the clothing in question is just sleepwear, of course!) I feel like he would actually just give you one of his shirts to wear unprompted after a shower for example.
In my mind I usually imagine him offering it to you first, but I can also envision a scenario where he just sees you take it for yourself. He might be a bit amused the first time he sees you do this, but it primarily makes him feel warm and fuzzy on the inside. (And he, of course, has no issue with you doing this!)
There's a domestic sort of intimacy there that I could see him being fond of. Especially if he comes back after a mission and sees you asleep in one of his shirts.
The two of you had little time to spare to spend with each other as of late, and getting to take a closer look at his X-wing was finally an opportunity to do just that.
Really, there wasnāt any ulterior motive.
You both took it as a moment to bond, and the way Lukeās eyes would light up whenever you expressed curiosity around flying never escaped your notice. So it only made sense that he would offer for you to get a closer look of his X-wing when the appropriate occasion presented itself.
And besides, the two of you had little time to spare to spend with each other as of lateāIt went without saying that the two of you had missed one another terriblyāand this was finally an opportunity to do just that.
It only made sense for loved ones to be curious of one anotherās passions, even if said passion wasnāt mutually shared.Ā And so that was how you found yourself in the rather small space of said X-wing.
With him in it too, of course. āAre you sure this is alright?ā
You fail to fight back a smile. Heās already asked this twice already. āIt is, I promise.āĀ
It was fortunate that the hangar was empty save for you and him. You werenāt sure if you could handle having any potential onlookers. Even though the purpose of this was entirely innocent, you wereĀ stillsitting in his lap.Ā
Despite the collectedness of your voiceāand the cold of the environmentāyour hands felt clammy and your face felt hot. If you could comfortably look over your shoulder, you would have seen the ever deepening shade of pink blooming across Lukeās face.Ā
It was you who insisted this arrangementāit would be easier, after all. It still didnāt make your heartbeat any steadier.
āAlright,ā he finally relents, his voice barely above a whisper. He then clears his throat. āOkay, soā¦ā
You werenāt going to lie and say you understood even half of what Luke was saying, which earned a laugh out of him. He then opted to explain it again in even simpler terms, which made it easier to comprehend, but you still couldnāt help but feel a little lost.
And that was perfectly fine. You both were just happy to finally have uninterrupted time together, just you and him.
As he explained to you, he would reach forward to point or gesture to specific parts or panels, resulting in his chest pressing against your back. You couldnāt believe how warm you were feeling.
Giving and receiving affection was still somewhat new for the two of you, but you still were unprepared for just how needy for it youād become.
At some point, his hands happened to unconsciously rest on your thighs, making you jump. You were smacked with the realization of just how much you wanted his hands on you. Luke justifiably misunderstood your reaction, however.
You hear him cuss under his breath, yanking his hands away as if they were burnt. āIām so sorrāā
āItās okay.ā You blurt out quickly. So fast that Luke initially thought he had misheard you.
āYouā¦You canā¦ā Your voice trails off into a mumble, losing the nerve.
Thereās a small beat of silence, then Luke murmurs your name, in that tone that he uses to sayĀ āitās okay, just tell me.ā
āYou can doā¦That.āĀ
Luke doesnāt tease you for it, he never does. His hands rest in your lap again, flat and stillāthe concern of being appropriate remaining. His attentiveness never failed to make your heart feel warmer.Ā
The air between the two of you shift. His voice is quieter, gentler, when he speaks. Eventually his hands relax on your legs, and he even absentmindedly traces circles on your thigh while he answers whatever questions you have. EventuallyĀ yourĀ hand finds one of his, and you lightly play with his fingers.Ā
You couldnāt really pinpoint one exact thing that pushed this over and off the proverbial cliff.
Maybe it was how the tracing became light squeezes at some point. Or how he rested his chin on your shoulder, his lips dangerously close to your neck. Or perhaps it was just an inevitability because as it turned out, Luke had missed you just as much, and was just as needy.
Before you knew it Luke had lavished your neck with enough attention to make the skin there pleasantly tender, held your hand tight within hisāenveloping your smaller one wholly. When a particularly high-pitched whine was forced out your throat he says your name.Ā
āY-yeah?āĀ Your voice was rattled, your mind a bit foggedāalbeit in a pleasant way.
Luke gives your thigh an affectionate pat. āCāmon, letās go.ā
He knows what you want, and he wants the same.
He doesnāt have to tell you twice, nor do you have to ask where youāre going. You exit with him following close behind, and when youāre both on solid ground he takes your hand in his once moreāhis face scarlet yet a determined spark in his eyeāhe leads you to his quarters. As every step echoed, your own anticipation built.
āCome here,ā you hear him utter under his breath just before holding your waist in his palms and delicately crowding you against the wall. Itās easy for him to do, barely any effort at all, and that fact makes your stomach flutter.
His lips are back on yours the instant youāre where he wants, his mouth moving against yours with a tender sort of hunger. You run your fingers through his hair, cupping his jaw to bring him closer. He hums against your lips, heat blooms in the deepest part of your stomach.
Luke breathes out your name, his voice taking on an airy quality that makes your breath nearly hitch. His hands are all over you. The thick material of your clothing may as well be non existent with the fervor in which Luke is touching you. You just barely manage to bite back a whine from escaping against his mouthāshuddering just from the distant sensation of his callousesābut you know he hears enough regardless when his lips quirk up into a smile for a brief second.
Luke is steady, a firm mass against you that keeps you grounded as his hands wander up your arms and waist and hipsā
āCan I?āĀ
You nod immediately. You donāt know what exactly youāre agreeing to, but you know you want it. You know Luke would only give you gentleness and affection.
One of those broad hands of his gives your rear a tentative squeeze and gasp against his mouth. And it wasnāt until that moment that you realized you were subconsciously pressing forwards against him in kind. He correctly assesses that sound to be a good one, and begins to fondle and paw at you.
Your chest rises and falls with labored breaths from his attention. Luke gives your neck one last intent suckle before pulling away, eyes half-lidded and lips parted in a silent pant.Ā
You thought he looked beautiful. And if the way he was looking at you was any indication, he was thinking the same of you.
He swallows thickly, attempting to regain some measure of composure. You attempt to as well, and as your mind sobers somewhat you become acutely aware of the firmness from between his legs, pressing up against the two of you. He cradles your face in his hand while his other draws circles into your hip with his thumb.
You donāt want him to stop. You want him to keepĀ kissingĀ you andĀ touchingĀ you.Ā āLuke,āĀ it comes out shaky and almost wanton.Ā
His lips brush against your temple, delicate and soft. āI know,ā he murmurs, the gentle tone of his voice sending a frisson of desire up your spine.
Your hands tremble on his shoulders while Luke lavishes what exposed skin he can reach with kisses; your collarbone, your neck, your jaw. You stand between his legs while he sits on the bed. His fingers have already undid your belt and now are pulling down your pants and underwear in one motion.
When he begins to cup and handle your now exposed thighs you desperately tug at the front of his flight suit. Your hands shaky with excitement and lost as to how exactly take it off for him.Ā
āHold on, here.āĀ
His hands are only gone from you long enough for him to unzip it just enough to free himself, still kissing you all the while. Now aching and pressing intently against your bare skin, weighty. You were expecting him to fully undress as the both of you usually do, but you werenāt complaining.Ā
You want to touch him, but Luke drifts his hand between your legs while the other cups at you, Intent on finding that sensitive bundle of nerves. Despite your anticipation, the muscles in your legs still jump when his textured fingertips brush across it. You brokenly sigh out his name and all you feel is him smile against your neck.
You whimper when he draws small, slow circles there. He presses open-mouthed kisses on the column of your throat, softly asking you; āYeah? Does that feel good?ā
Your fingers curl into his shoulders when he applies a bit more pressure there, nuzzling your face into his neck when sounds you canāt bite back leave your throat. You nod fervently. Luke continues with his efforts, his fingers occasionally gliding down to tease at your opening. With how worked up you wereāand how familiar he was with your body at this pointāit takes no time at all for you to reach your peak against his hand.Ā
Your legs involuntarily seize, squeezing his hand between your thighsābut he doesnāt let up. His free hand rubs circles into your back all while speaking to you in a tone both low and soft; revealing just how much of an effect you were having on him. āThere, thatās it.ā
While you tremble and whine against him, he tilts his head to nuzzle against yours, whispers sweetly into your hair. āI love you.āĀ
After your aftershocks taper off you reply in kind, your shaky voice muffled from still burying your face in the space between his neck and shoulder. The hand that was on your back comes up to idly play with your hair as you gather yourself, his touch brimming with affection.
āDo you want me toā¦?ā You ask once your breathing steadies, gliding your hand down to wrap your fingers around him.
His lips flutter against your neck as he speaks, his voice a gentle rasp. āI want you on my lap.āĀ
Just that alone sends a bolt of desire through you, your heart rabbit-kicking between your lungs. You waste no time at all in shifting positions. Lukeās wide palms find your hips again, dipping down to squeeze and fondle your backside while you settle, his mouth upon yours the moment it was within reach.Ā
āYouāre beautiful. You always are.ā He mumbles breathlessly against your mouth, you clutch onto him tighter, your face hot and heart pounding. One of his hands leave your hip to instead wrap his arm around you, the other going between your bodies to get a hold of himself to guide into you.
You feel him push against your opening, then rub himself upāfar enough to brush past where he just made you climax on his handāand you clutch onto him tighter. When the pressure between your legs reaches its highest, he slips inside.
A moan is wrenched out of both of you.
His arms are wrapped firmly around you, and yours are looped around his neck. Luke groansāa somewhat rare sound to come out of himāwhen your hips involuntarily roll, pushing him deeper. The way his own hips buck up to meet it is more of a conscious action on his part, and it was enough to make your thighs tremble.Ā
You can do little else but shudder and whine against him while he holds you tight and bottoms out. Once he does his mouth is on yours again, swallowing your moans.
He slowly builds up a rhythm. And with how much you both missed one another, it didnāt take long for it to build up to an inevitable peak.
Youāre all over each other, his hands glide up and down your back and sides, fondling you. One of your hands cup the back of his head, threading your fingers into his fluffy hair. The kisses you shared both sweet and feverish.Ā
āLuke.Ā LukeāāĀ You gasp out against his mouth, feeling the coil in the pit of your belly tightening, threatening to release. He feels it, of course; the way you go taut around him, how your hands begin to shake.Ā Ā Luke softly chokes out a cuss, his own sensitivity rising.
He redoubles his efforts, determined to get you there again, approaching his own climax in the process. The sounds of your coupling are buried by your combined moans and whimpers.
Your fingers alternate between gripping and releasing him, overtaken by a sensitivity that only goes higher, higherā¦
Your toes curl inside of your boots, your body reaching a crescendo. A particularly raw sounding noise gets punched out of him, and you are reminded of the strength in his arms when he practically compresses you against his chest as his own orgasm hits him. A sudden warmth in your insides follows immediately after.
Your name is on his lips, over and overādesperate and frayed at the edges. It only makes you clutch him tighter, tangle your fingers in his hair to cradle his head into your neck as you try to stay in rhythm with him on shaky legs.Ā
It takes a moment for the two of you to stop trembling, and another moment for your panting to return to normal breathing. His arms loosen around you, no longer holding you with the same momentarily intense zeal as beforeābut still with love. As always.
Heās still inside of you when he lets himself fall back far enough until eventually he is laying flat on the bed, with you cradled against his chest. A grunt rises from the back of his throat when he plops down, his limbs feeling pleasantly boneless.
The rhythmic rise and fall of his chest soothes you. One of his hands starts languidly rubbing up and down your spine.
āLove you,ā you tiredly mumble, your voice somewhat muffled with how your cheek was pressed against his torso.Ā
The hand rubbing your back drifts up to cradle the back of your head. āLove you, too.ā He sounded just as tired as you were.Ā
It was a good sort of exhaustion, one that left you both feeling sated and eager to drift off to sleep together.
Youād both have to change first, though. And even though you have been laying there basking in one anotherās embrace for the past two minutes, you canāt help the indignant huff that escapes you when Luke sits upāthus bringing you in a sitting position along with himāit earns a snort from him.Ā
āCome on, weāre not sleeping in this.ā You canĀ hearĀ the grin in his voice, and a smile appears on your own despite your half-hearted attempt to maintain your annoyed faƧade.
You help each other undress and change, the act intimate in its own way. He gives you one of his shirts to wear and you donāt miss the sheepish, boyish smile on his face when he puts it on for you.
When youāre back on the bed, this time youāre under the blankets with him. Your legs tangle together and once again you hold each other. You quietly talk to each other about everything and nothing until you both fall asleep, soft laughs are exchanged between the two of you every now and then, sometimes you kiss each other just because you want to.
Just before sleep claims you both, you murmur against him. āThanks for telling me about your X-wing.āĀ āEven though I didnāt understand much of itāāIs unspoken yet understood clearly.
Luke grins, the corners of his eyes creasing. āAnytime.ā He gives you a kiss on your forehead before tucking you under his chin, encouraging you to fall asleep with him.Ā
You do exactly that.
I had this idea sitting in my head for a while, but finally got around to actually writing it!
I like his flight suit, I think orange is really his colorā¦
Iāve been having a lot of fun writing for Luke, itās been awhile since Iāve felt this much inspiration for a single character and Iām really enjoying i! It helps that I have a massive crush on him too, of course.
the way u write luke especially post-ROTJ luke is just so ā¤ļøā¤ļøā¤ļøā¤ļø plz feed us more !!
Thank you!! (įµįįµ) I'm so happy I could characterize him in a way that resonates with people...Characterization is always something I'm conscious of ;;
I have many more post-ROTJ Luke reader inserts I'm working on!! I have a lot of works in progress of that specific era of him because it's one of my favorites to write...
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can i just say thank you for frequently pointing out how big luke's hands are. because they are. and they're so nice. and we should be talking abt it or at least thinking abt it periodically.
Oh I just have to point it out in my writing, I can't really help it. Have you seen them? I really want him to hold my hand...and cup my face.
I will join you in daydreamingthinking about it periodically... š