Just rewatched The Last Jedi for the first time in years and sweet fucking Jesus I want to scorched-Earth the entire Star Wars fandom.
Rey kicks ass.
Kylo Ren kicks ass.
Luke Skywalker kicks ass.
Poe Dameron kicks ass.
Leia kicks ass.
Admiral Holdo kicks ass.
Finn kicks ass.
Rose Tico kicks ass.
BB-8 kicks ass.
Yoda kicks ass.
This movie is a masterpiece, leaps and bounds ahead of any other Star Wars film, and the reaction that Star Wars fans had to it was one of the worst cultural turning points in the history of media.
Fuck you, slob on my knob, I’m right. This movie is so fucking FUCKING fucking good. Holy shit. We had it all for a second
in the cockpit with a space pilot - may the fourth special
[18+| mdni]
[summary: how would the star wars men react to you crawling into the cockpit to flirt with them? ft. obi-wan, anakin, luke, han, ben, poe, and finn]
[cw: f!reader, headcanons, smut, piv, bj, multiple pairings]
[words:1k]
Obi-Wan has the most poised and collected demeanor behind the control panel. He's an adaptive, efficient pilot with steady hands and watchful eyes. He issues orders as well as he executes them while flying in a squad with a bright, comforting tone.
The master will furrow his brows at your risqué body language and advise against getting rough inside the jet. After some coaxing, he’ll let you straddle his lap to kiss you. The rough brush of his beard hairs makes you shudder against him as he holds you close and tenderly.
But when you start to grind on him, he lets out a small laugh into your lips and promptly hauls you off him and safely onto the ground, suggesting the two of you find a more suitable spot to continue.
Luke is a natural in a jet, able to accelerate and decelerate, turning sharp corners and dips with settled nerves. He’s a little too confident at times and loses control when he hits high speeds, but recovery is never out of grasp.
The young knight is worried about going all the way and getting caught, but he’ll definitely let you get away with a little trouble, especially giving him head while you're crouched under the panel. Luke’s kiss is sloppy, needy, and little whines come from his lips as you pucker against him.
When you go down on him, his whines are even less muffled, his legs trembling on the seat. He holds your head gently as he pumps his cum down into your throat, no evidence left at the scene.
Anakin’s piloting skills are completely unmatched. His force sensitivity grants him superhuman reflexes and endurance. The ex-pod racer is comfortable at the highest speeds, worst meteor fields, and in the clunkiest of ships. He’s a complete beast in a star fighter.
He’ll flash you a perverted grin when you advance on him while he's sitting in the cockpit. Anakin pulls you on his lap and kisses you roughly, hungrily. His tongue flexes, demanding to invade your mouth and throat. His hands grip your hips and throat hard as he grinds your cunt down on his hard length.
The dark lord slips it inside you, arms wrapped around your waist, hips thrusting up to fuck you. Anakin’s throat lets out deep grunts and muttered praises as you ride him and your legs shake as they scramble for room in the tiny space. You don’t stop bouncing on him until he finishes deep in your guts, cock throbbing inside you.
Han’s spacious freighter is a luxury in comparison to tiny, confined starfighters and heavily populated capital ships. He knows all the Falcon’s sweet spots and is able to fix her complications with a flick of his wrist or the turn of a knob. Han’s ability to maneuver her huge frame through obscured star paths is a testament to his bond with the ship.
Although Han prefers the sofa behind the hologram chess stand, when you approach him by the front airshield, he figures the cushioned seats will do. He has you pinned against it, legs folded over your chest as his cock drags in and out of you.
Han’s flushed smirks have your heart fluttering, and you swoon as he runs his hand through his hair to push it from his face. He pounds you into the leather seat, all low moans and heaving breaths until he pulls out of you to release threads of thick cum into your legs and tits. He smiles sickly at your body speckled with his seed.
Ben flies like a lunatic. He's a heated, reckless pilot and even misses some of his shots. What he lacks in fine technique is made up in raging tenacity. Ben courageously breaks through walls of opponent fighters, and doesn't surrender until he's knocked unconscious inside his own.
The commander’s seat on the imperial cruiser is wide, regal, and rather comfortable. If you tease him about it enough, Ben lets you climb up on it and receive a spanking fuck from him as the stars glisten outside the clear airshields. He thrusts into you so hard your face gets pressed into the backrest of the seat, his big, strong hands holding you firmly in place.
The young lord is shameless about the noise, in fact, he relishes in obscene slapping of your ass against his hips, the sound makes his growls climb louder over it. His hair falls completely over his eyes, obscuring his vision as your cunt coils and gushes on his cock, milking out his juices from the tip.
Poe is one of the finest pilots the Resistance has ever recruited. His fighter jet soars dynamically through the stars as he absorbs information while striking imperial enemies out of combat. He led some of the most successful battle formations and strategies executed by Rebel Forces, all with masterful finesse.
The height of the pilot’s ego matches he altitude of his jet. He just gives you a coy grin at the suggestion before scooping you up into his lap. Poe polishes his fine motor dexterity by reclining the seat and having you sit with your back to him so he can reach around to play with you.
His fingers squeeze your waist as he rocks his hips into your widened cunt. His hard shaft rubbing against your plush walls as he turns your face over your shoulder to kiss him makes you whimper and squirm. Poe’s firm lips pucker and grin against yours, kissing you passionately before reaching his breaking point.
Finn is still getting the hang of piloting. His posture is awkward and uneasy in the seat, his fingers shift reluctantly around the control panel. His heroism, however, allows him to overcome intense battle encounters.
If Finn is in the cockpit, the ship isn't his. He can’t deny giving you gentle, needy kisses, his thick hands holding your frame delicately. Finn might even let you take his cock out to stroke it, but he whips his side to side to check for onlookers.
He gets lost in the feeling for only a moment, sighing as his eyes fluttering shut as your fingers trace his length up and down. But Finn won't let you go too far, he just throws you over his shoulder and runs off to find someplace where his nerves can settle.
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what?? what are you talking about??? no luke didnt go into hiding after almost killing his nephew wtf do you mean?? din and luke got married on mandalore remember???? and rey is their daughter??? and finn is their son?? and poe is the weird ass bodyguard that keeps pulling up??? im george lucas remember???? WHAT DO YOU MEAN THERES NO DINLUKE???
