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What about Luke? I still imagine him as an Special Agent from the 80s and this would absolutely be his fit. Of course all black 😎 This is really my all time favourite AU 🤩 still thinking about writing a fanfiction myself 🤔😅
feeling intensely nostalgic for 2019/2020 star wars posting. we were all so young and hopeful. baby yoda had not yet reached facebook minion meme status. pedro pascal was posting the word socialism on twitter. everyone was writing insane mandalorian x reader fanfic. do you guys remember
I still love that era, wasn’t for that I don’t think I would have end up rereading the eu, I wanted to know more about the Mandalorians and boba fett, then this image popped up in the video I was watching and I was like “damn who is that, he looks familiar” the guy in the video reading allowed, “grand master Luke Skywalker” me damn I didn’t know I needed to see him as a handsome middle aged man”, in the EU Boba Fett becomes mandalore, and for some reason I can’t remember right now Luke helps him with something. I know this is completely off-topic, but God that era was so much fun. 🤩
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authors note : first time writing smut in literary forever, ntm on me ok.. still learning 🙇🏽♀️ advice is appreciated! NOT proofread + mdni
Your husband, the all oh mighty, Husband!Aang is an eater, for lack of better wording.
You were simply talking to suki, about an upcoming adventure you and the gaang have coming up. What you hadn't realized yet, was the wandering aang behind the corner of the southern air temple's pillars.
Even though you hadn't, Suki did. “Is that aang behind you?” she questioned, which made your head turn around to see him staring at the two of you, before ducking fully behind the pillar.
Jaw clenching with irritation, as you walked towards the pillar, aang looked towards you with a sympathetic look.
“I'm sorry.. I-i just missed you! Okay? And you guys were talking for too long.” he stammered, hands reaching towards yours in a soft hold. “Aang.. I left for 2 seconds.” you spoke sternly, not falling for his sadness, which made him frown.
His hands tighten around yours slightly, not enough to hurt just firm. Aang started to pull you away from the pillar, and from the confused suki a few feet away.
“Sorry suki! I'll tell you later!” whisper yelling as to not bother the monks, who were minding their business, meditating. Though Aang didn't care much, he was the avatar god sakes, who cares if he needs his wife now.
He opened the door of some random meeting room, it was usually for important things of course but, you're important to him.. So he wasn't exactly using the room wrong. The door closed quietly behind him, the lock sound echoing in your ears.
About to speak back, maybe yell at aang about how inappropriate that was, before your hips were grabbed by aang, placing your onto the cold stone table.
“Aang!” you whispered, pushing his shoulders away slightly, needing a moment to stop the thoughts running in your head. He whined as he leaned down into your soft, and plum neck, placing needy kisses along your collarbone.
His kisses led up onto your jaw, sliding up onto your ear. “Pleaseplease..let me, I'll be quick, I promise.” You knew damn well that the whole promise was a lie, aang couldn't help but be slow with you, always making sure your pleasure was his top priority.
Though you couldn't resist your poor husband, especially when his hands would glide under your robes, pressing onto the soft part of your inner thighs. “Mmhm okay.. Just be quick this time, please?” you begged, even though you knew he wouldn't.
It's the thought that counts. He nodded eagerly, both his hands spread the robes that had his colors apart, the orange, blue and white always looking gorgeous on you. The colors of your robes also claimed you as his without him needing to try to.
Aang didn't hesitate to get down onto his knees, looking up at you as he spread your legs apart even more, his fingers hooked onto the lace of your garments to the side. His eyes fully on the already slick cunt in front of him, looking between your thighs like you were food before getting devoured.
Hands reached toward the lower part of your stomach, pressing softly enough to not hurt, but firmly enough that you felt his strength, fingers were so close to your cunt but aang as the boy he is, wouldn't touch just yet.
“Aang.. please, dont tease..” You hummed, fingers gently grabbing onto his head, trying to push his mouth closer to you, desperately rolling your hips towards his face. “I know baby, I know, I'm sorry, my girl is just so pretty.” He cooed, smiling up at your whiny form.
“Sorry my ass.” you murmured, rolling your eyes as you turned your gaze away from his, did aang really think you wouldn't notice the way his ears perked up when he'd tease you? How his marks would glow just slightly but enough to notice.
Or perhaps even, the way his cock would subtly throb behind his robes, or when he'd grow harder inside you?? Tsk tsk.. Aang could tell the teasing was getting to you, the way tears were already forming at the corners of your eyes.
Soo.. like the good boy he was, he dove into you with his tongue like no other. You looked down, trying to hold back the tears of pleasure.
“Fuckf-fuck.. Mhmmhm, aang..! S-so good!-” you moaned out, back hitting the back of the desk, as your thighs wrapped around his head even tighter.
But he continued on like you knew he would, his face pressed closer, tongue lapping up at your folds like he couldn't get enough, on top of that his fingers were teasing the bud of your cunt, clearly overestimating you a little bit.
“Am i a good boy.. Pleaseplease tell me I'm your good boy.” he spoke whiningly, wanting your praises, his whiny voice vibrating from your legs alll the way up to your chest.
Trying to speak back was not really possible right now, trust you wanted to praise him and his tongue so badly, but all that came out were gasps of air, practically mute for the moment since he just wouldn't let up.
A few moments passed with silence, well not really, besides your gasps for air, on top of your moans and the slurping sounds aang was making every few seconds, it was quiet.
He was probably confused why you were quiet, not realizing how good he was pleasing you right now, he finally let up for a single moment to look up at you, thighs still wrapped around his head tightly.
“Y-yesyes-nfghh- please.. Y-your my good boy, so good for me.. Yeah?” you coaxed, which made him satisfied enough, to which he continued to eat you out passionately. “Fuckfuck s-so close! Mmngh aang..please just l-likee.. That mmhm” you breathed out.
Letting one of your hands slide down your stomach towards his head, pulling him in closer as your orgasm was sooo close.
Thighs wrapping around him even tighter now, you were scared he couldn't breathe but the way his marks started to glow, as he eagerly continued lapping at your slick cunt told you otherwise.
He clearly was right where he wanted to be, if he really wanted to he could push your thighs away with ease, but instead as the good husband he is, he lets you do as you please to him even if he couldn't or could breathe.
After a few moments of your moans and whimpers begging him to keep going.
You grabbed onto his head, as hard as possible, while you came, screaming out his name. You were like 100% sure everyone in the palace heard your screams.
Though he didn't stop, instead he continued bobbing his head up and down, side to side, while both his free hands grabbed onto your hips for support.
“A-aang please.. Sensitive still! pleaseplease! “ You begged and pleaded, not using the safe word but still asking, at this point you're not even sure if he heard you, from how hard your thighs were wrapped around his head, covering his ears.
Trying to push his head away from you, or even push his hands, that were gripping a bit tightly now on you away. He finally let up, not sure if you were actually hurt, or just.. He doesn't know, a part of the foreplay or something? He's just a babeh/ref
“Sorry! I'm sorry, sosorry..” He reassured you, pulling away and back up, wiping his mouth before pulling you into a kiss. “I'm sorry, I love you.. Are you hurt? D-do you wanna stop? We can- i dont mind really, i–”
He stammered on and on, innocently— or well, I guess as innocent as he could, with your cum and his saliva mixed with sweat running down his neck towards his chest.
“I'm okay.. Promise, I dont wanna stop, yeah?” You hummed softly, pressing a kiss to his neck while your hand reached towards his painfully, throbbing cock, you tried to not make it obvious, but who cares really, though he did jump a bit, not expecting your hands there.
“Let me help you.. Hm?” voice cooing into his ear, hands squeezing his cock firmly.
“Mhm mhm! Please..” he whiningly spoke, eagerly nodding up and down, trying to mask the moan he had to bite back.
Fic where Logan gets a boner anytime you compliment/praise him. He gets embarrassed about it but you push the limits until finally you make him cum his pants without any physical stimulation because you called him a good boy a few more times than he can stand
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luke skywalker takes the strap like how a claw machine grabs at a toy
ANON I WILL HAVE YOU KNOW I ALMOST CHOKED ON MY OWN SPIT LOOKING AT THIS??? not what i was expecting at 10 pm on a monday but fuck it we ball
i have actually never considered luke getting pegged before and i can’t fathom why? young subby luke would be so into it, begging you to wreck his tight little hole. picture it in your mind’s eye: that lithe tanned farmboy face down and ass up on the bed, hands bound, blindfold on, already shaking and you haven’t even touched him yet. he helped you pick out the strap (nothing outrageous-you don’t want this ending in a trip to the medbay and some truly embarrassing questions), he’s done the prep, and he’s still nervous about going through with it. but you soothe him with honeyed words-oh sweet, i know you can take my cock just like i take yours-and pet his hair, and gradually he relaxes enough to let you lube up and slowly, oh how slowly, push past the ring of muscle.
a sharp short gasp from below makes you pause. you okay? does it hurt?
n-no…not exactly? it’s… he hisses between clenched teeth. there’s pressure, but it’s not bad. i can handle it.
you sure? you ask, trailing a finger down his spine. ‘cause we can stop if you-
he shakes his head vehemently. no. need this. need you to…
though he can’t see it, you wonder if perhaps the force is allowing him to sense your small fond smile. need me to what, luke?
taking an unsteady stream of oxygen, luke answers in a rather shy voice, need you to fuck me.
fuck you where, starboy? we agreed to use our words, remember?
he actually whimpers at that, hands tightening to fists in their bonds and thighs clenching. fuck my ass, he whispers breathily. PLEASE fuck me in the ass. i want it so bad.
now was that so hard? you reply, sliding the plastic resin strap’s length nearly all the way out of him. he reacts with a distinctly whiny moan and shudders when your hand travels south to close around his shaft. ah! looks like that’s not all that’s hard. you grant him a few quick pumps, enough to cause a few pearly beads to leak from the tip onto the bedsheets, and settle your hands on his hips. time for the real work to begin.
luke, however, seems a bit discontent. wait, he groans, wait, touch me please.
now why would i do that? you question rhetorically. you’re already getting your hole filled, you want your cock stroked too? greedy boy. that isn’t the jedi way. you pat his head again, almost condescending. no, you’ll come from this rod up your ass or you won’t come at all. you wanted me to tie your hands. you wanted to be denied. so you’re getting exactly…what…you…wanted. and as you finish your sentence, you venture back in-your words practically drowned by an mmmmmmmmm capped with a deliciously aroused fuuuck.
you lean down over luke’s trembling back, his hands pressing into your breasts, and inquire softly you ready?
his lip quivers, the cords in his neck work as he swallows. are his eyes screwed shut behind the cloth or wide open with emotions he can’t possibly sort right now? yeah, he manages.
you sure?
baby, PLEASE…
how could you deny him when he’s so polite? okay, you nod. okay. and at long last, you start thrusting in and out of him, setting a pace that seems doable: steady, rhythmic, something like what he usually does to you. and it certainly feels good when you’re receiving it, so you can only hope it’ll turn out that way for luke.
undeniably you’re surprised by his body’s immediate and visceral answer. hell, he probably is too. he cries out at the first movements, face twisting into the pillow beneath him, back arching and toes curling; you resist the temptation to check how much his cock is dripping. yes, YES, oh FUCK, he moans obscenely in what sounds like relief. just like that, fuck me good, fuck me HARD.
oh…oh no, not very hard, love, i don’t want to hurt you, you chuckle breathlessly, tugging on his hair and receiving a muffled shout in turn. but good. good i can do.
need it, he grunts, pistoning his hips back to meet yours sloppily. maker, if he’s already at that point he won’t last long at all. wanna come on your cock, wanna-fffffFUCK!-wanna be your slut.
oh, how very beautiful a sight he is. fingers clutching at nothing as they vainly struggle against the rope, shoulders and back tensing with every stroke, the sweat beading and flush reddening on his sunkissed skin. his breath punches the air with little haah’s between every babbling of praise and adoration. and as your pelvis slaps dully against his, your clit sparking from the friction of the strap, you wish he could see himself like this. the rose of the desert, fully blooming beneath you.
letting out a groan yourself, you dig crescent nail marks into his hips. you gonna come for me? you demand. you gonna fuck up my bed, show everyone what a dirty slut for my strap you are?
luke is rapidly approaching the point of full incoherence, that special spot finally making contact. make me come pleeease, want it, oh fuck, OH- he gasps once, twice, essentially fucking himself on the resin phallus regardless of your own motions. it might be one of the hottest things you’ve ever seen.
then DO IT, you snarl, the growing flame of your own passion harder to ignore-but you won’t tend it until he’s satisfied. make a mess. get loud, skywalker. show the whole fuckin’ rebellion how much their hero loves getting fucked in the ass.
and he roars, wrenches all the air from his lungs in a primal scream that devolves into sobbing and you can hear those thick strands of come spurting onto the coverlet and likely his own stomach, his body heaving with every one until he simply has no more left to give and collapses into the sticky puddle. the very moment he’s done you rip off the strap and harness and furiously rub your clit, climaxing to the sound of luke weakly crying and your own high-pitched moans.
after the white noise clears from your mind and the tremors have ceased, you look on him limp and drained, tears carving tracks down his pink cheeks. goodness, luke, you sigh. let’s get you out of those. first you unwind the rope from his hands, wrists red and sore from where they chafed; then comes the blindfold, revealing at last a pair of watery, hazy blue eyes, blinking up at you through damp lashes. as soon as they focus, he grins shakily.
oh i love you, he declares, raising himself on one forearm-probably about all he can manage in his present state. the film of his semen is already drying pastelike with his sweat on his chest and belly, a trophy of sorts. you know he needs cleaned up, but that can wait. this was…
you move to kiss him, his lips salty in a most inviting way. for me too, you assure him. you know, i didn’t really think you’d be into this kind of thing.
…i’d used my fingers before, he admits with a giggle, but never anything like that.
would you do it again?
he scrunches his face in mock-thought, then: i dunno. maybe the next time i blow up a space station and we need to celebrate.
in a cloud of post-sex endorphins, the two of you fold into helpless laughter, a tangle of kisses and rubbery limbs and the inner peace that only comes with an oasis of calm in an increasingly fragmented galaxy.
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