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Whenever he has the opportunity, he will cuddle you, wrap his arms around you, hold your hand or simply just put his hand on any part of your body just to feel that you're there. When he became a Jedi it was a little inappropriate to show your relationship in public (starting with the fact that it was not appropriate to be in a relationship at all, but anyway... Rules are made to be broken✨✨), but sometimes he still grabs your hand or... PLACES HIS HAND ON YOUR LOWER BACK!!!
- HE'S STARING AT YOU ALL THE TIME!!!
His eyes don't leave you... He looks at you with his big blue eyes as if you were a work of art. ( You are ofc🌷)
- Before you were even in a relationship, he did everything he could to make you notice him and see him as the perfect partner.
You said you needed someone to finally appreciate you? He's the first to respond, "I DO." You said you wanted a drink? He"s the first to just, "I'll bring you water! Or maybe you prefer juice??"
In fact, after you officially started a relationship, he still does it.
- He's the first one to say, "sorry" after you argued.
He can't stand that you are even a little bit mad at him.
- He remembers every little detail about you.
Your favorite color, your favorite flower, EVERY DETAIL OF THE STORIES YOU TOLD HIM YEAAAARS AGO.
Even though he's a sweet funny guy, he's also VERY PROTECTIVE. OF COURSE HE IS. YOU ARE HIS PRIORITY. He is a sunshine cute boyfriend but it doesn't mean he's a pathetic weak. These are two different things. Remember that.
- He showers you with small kisses all over your face!!!
He does this every time you're alone for even a moment.
- He loooooves when you play with his hair.
- He always makes sure he's the most perfect gentleman in the whooole galaxy!!
He opens the door for you, pulls out a chair for you, takes off your coat, etc.
- He's very funny. You joke and laugh a lot together.
Imagine going to an amusement park with Sylus, Luke, and Kieran for your birthday
— Birthday Present for @cantstoptheimagines —
"Boss, she cheated!" Luke cries out, throwing a hand over his forehead and jostling his sunglasses as he does so. Acting like he's in great despair, Luke falls back as if he had fainted and Kieran stretches out his arms to catch his older brother. He lets his head flop to the side, his black face mask covers his face but you know that he's probably hiding a smile underneath it.
Quick to follow his twin's lead, Kieran fans his brother's face with his hand as he begins to wail. "Luke, no! Don't go into the light!" Though you can't see his face because he was donning the same sunglasses and face mask as Luke, Kieran was probably putting on an award-winning performance.
Holding the crow plushie the stall owner had given you for winning the duck shooting game, your eyes narrow as you stare at the twins, letting out a huff at their theatrics though a smile threatens to break out on your face. "I didn't cheat! I shot that last duck fair and square. It's not my fault I was quicker."
You turn to face Sylus who is walking a few steps behind the three of you, his arms crossed across his chest and an amused look on his face. Standing in place so he could reach you, your free hand rests on your waist. When he reaches you, your eyes meet his red ones and he raises an eyebrow at you, waiting for you to speak. "You saw that I didn't cheat, right Sylus?"
Grabbing his chin with one hand, Sylus lets out a hum as if in deep thought, and recalling the incident that happened just a few minutes ago was huge trouble. His eyebrows furrow and his eyes jump between the three of you. A smirk grows on his face at how each of you stares expectantly at him, eager to see who he would side with.
"I don't know, kitten. I think I recall you pushing Luke during the game."
Your eyes widen at Sylus' statement and you let out an indignant gasp. You throw the plushie at him which he catches with ease as he lets out a loud laugh at your offended reaction. "I did not cheat! I'm a Deepspace Hunter on the Alpha Team. Why would I need to cheat in a shooting game? I'm a genius with guns!"
Crossing your arms across your chest, you face Luke and Kieran with a determined look on your face. Then let's have a rematch! I'll show you that my win was not a fluke." Turning to look at Sylus, you stick your tongue out at him, ignoring the way he chuckles at you. "And that I don't need to cheat to win."
Hii! Luke skywalker and jedi! Reader fic where theyre "enemies" and sent to protect a royal family from the stray imps?? Everyone in the Palace have witnessed their squabbles and ships them tgt? Just sparring bcs "im the bettee jedi" (it ends in a tie) and snarky comments thrown at random times?? Maybe shes feeling down one day or get hurts while fighting and realizes he cares and later confesses??? Thank youuuu <3
lover's quarell | luke skywalker
pairing: luke x jedi!reader
word count: 3,0k
summary: where y/n thinks luke doesn’t care about her
a/n: this one also took me A WHILE so i sincerely apologize & hope you still enjoy it after all this time <3 only love for our sweet boy luke!!
warnings: angst, mentions of war, violence, (almost) drowning
universe: star wars
“I can’t wait to finally get off this planet. And be rid of you”, you hiss, panting as your lightsaber clashes with Luke’s. Bracing your entire body weight against it, you prevent him from pushing you away. Your muscles burn, your knees tremble slightly, and beads of sweat cover your forehead. The hot, humid climate of Onderon isn’t helping your situation either. Of course, you try your best not to let it show, especially not while sparring with Luke Skywalker, saviour of the galaxy, Grand Master of the New Jedi Order and, not to forget, son of one of the most powerful Jedi ever.
This is your third fight of the day, and the one to decide, because Luke won the first, and you won the second.
At your words, Luke only huffs out a laugh and takes a quick step to the side, causing you to stumble forward, but you quickly catch yourself before he comes at you again. Even though it doesn’t look like it and certainly doesn’t feel like it right now, you love these fights against him. He’s your equal, and you push each other to your limits without hurting the other. Except with the occasional snarky comment, of course.
But you weren’t lying – you actually can’t wait to finally leave this planet. Senator Leia Organa sent you to Onderon to protect the royal family from the roaming imperials. During the Clone Wars, Onderon wanted to remain neutral, but was taken over by Separatists and eventually occupied by the Empire. Only after the end of the war could peace return, and you and Luke are supposed to not only protect the royal family but also convince them to join the New Republic and not remain neutral. They play a very important part in the Senate and could play an even bigger role in securing the reconstruction of the Republic. The king, Ramsis Dendup II, isn’t as easy to convince as you two had hoped, and so you’ve been staying here for several weeks. Several weeks without anything major happening, apart from a minor incident with imperials.
Some would probably dream of living in a huge palace like the Unifar Temple, joining meetings all day, making sure nothing happens. But you need adventure, you need adrenaline. Here, you only get it in these fights with Luke.
And when you tease each other.
“Thinking about your demise?”, he asks, briefly stepping back to catch his breath.
“About your face when I’ve defeated you”, you smile wearily and attack him once more. He blocks each of your attacks with ease. But you know Luke well enough by now to know that he’s exhausted, too. You can see it in the way his hand grips the hilt of his lightsaber a little tighter than usual, and in the way his left shoulder hangs a little lower than the right.
You shudder briefly at the realization of how closely you’re watching him, which gives him the opportunity to catch you off guard and come at you with several well-timed hits. One, two, three times you’re able to block his attack, but at the fourth one you lose your balance and fall backwards, finding yourself at his feet.
Luke looks down at you, a victorious grin on his lips. You look at him angrily and blow a strand of hair out of your face. Just as he’s about to say something, offering you his hand to end your training, you extend your own hand and use the Force to throw him straight through the air. He lands with a hard thud, and you use the Force to instantly rise from the ground and are now the one standing over him.
“If you fall, at least make it graceful”, you tell him, smiling down at him the same way he did a few seconds ago. Luke shakes his head at your words, looking around, and fights hard to suppress a laugh.
“I can’t believe you did that”, he rolls his eyes, using the Force to pull back his lightsaber, which had been lost during his sudden flight. You smile at him proudly, but the next moment you notice a small twinkle in his eyes. Before you know it, he’s yanking your legs out from under you, sending you tumbling to the ground as well.
“Oh, you didn’t”, you exclaim, shocked and amused at the same time, and lunge at him, straddling him, your lightsabers long forgotten. Because right now, you want nothing more than to swipe that miserable grin right off his face with your own two fists. Luke, of course, saw this coming and grabbed your wrists right in time, leaving you with no chance of reaching him. You try to move your arms, to free your hands, but his grip is too strong. You realize how involuntarily close you actually are at this moment, and you swallow. You see his face every day, but right now, you realize once again how beautiful he really is. This sudden thought makes your cheeks flush, and you try to pull away from him again, to no avail.
Only when someone suddenly clears their throat behind you do you pause and look at the source of the noise. Before you stands the king’s advisor, eyeing your position with a somewhat shocked expression. Within a few seconds, you scramble to stand up, the position he’s found you in anything but professional. However, you can’t help but imagine a knowing smile on the advisor’s lips.
“The king has made a decision and would like to share it with you during a cruise on the lake at sunset”, he announces, and Luke and you exchange a quick glance. You have no way of knowing whether he’s decided for or against the New Republic. All you can do is hope.
“Thank you. We can’t wait to hear his decision”, Luke bows, and you do the same. The advisor disappears as quickly as he appeared.
“Let’s call it a tie”, Luke says, extending his hand. Hesitantly, you take his hand, hoping he can’t feel how fast your heart is still beating inside your chest. There’s also a slight blush on his cheeks, which is surely just from the exertion of the fight.
“You need to work on your footwork”, he then adds, winking at you before turning to grab his stuff. At that, you place your hands on your hips, a humorless chuckle escaping your throat.
“You need to work on your attitude”, you hiss back at him, shoving him as you pass him to go to your chambers and freshen up. You don’t take a look back at him, knowing the way he looks after you perfectly well.
It’s always this push and pull between you, always has been. One moment you believe you’re the best team in the galaxy, capable of crushing any opponent side by side. The next moment you feel like killing each other. Even though you always mean it in a teasing and loving way, sometimes you’re not sure if he feels the same. Because sometimes his words hurt you, even if you don’t want to admit it.
Sometimes it feels like he talks down to you. After all, he’s Luke Skywalker, the one who brought down the Empire almost single-handedly. He’s not only gifted with the lightsaber, but also with the Force, and, as if that weren’t enough already, he’s also one of the finest pilots the galaxy has ever seen. (Don’t let Han know you think that way.) He’s the son of Anakin Skywalker and a senator who helped start the rebellion. In contrast, you come from a mere household, from a boring planet.
Sometimes you think you deserve to be treated differently than he does. The first time you stood before the king, you weren’t even noticed; all eyes were on him. Only when he introduced you were you noticed for who you are, and yet you still didn’t receive the same hospitality he did.
You know you shouldn’t feel this way, let these emotions take over. Your Jedi training taught you to control your feelings, both positive and negative. But sometimes it’s just too much to handle, even for a powerful Jedi.
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Luke offers you his hand to help you onto the swaying ship, which will take you across the water. Luke is wrapped in dark robes that make him look chic, yet are still practical if he needs to fight. Your robe, while beautifully decorated and definitely not something a Jedi would normally wear, is appropriate for the circumstances and still allows you freedom of movement. Your lightsabers are concealed beneath the fabric, just in case.
The king sits with his wife on a chair resembling a throne, not quite as lavish as the one in his palace. A banquet was set up before them, their three daughters sitting along the table in beautiful gowns. A seat has been reserved for both of you at the other end, directly opposite the king. Before you can sit down, however, the king greets you with a toast. The wine, made from Onderon grapes, tingles on your lips.
“Back then, during the Clone Wars, your father helped our planet, and now you’ve followed in his footsteps. I thank you for your courage and dedication to me, my family, and my people over the past few weeks”, the king announces, solely looking at Luke who’s holding his head high. “I couldn’t be happier that Onderon will be part of the New Republic and hope for a good relationship that benefits both sides.”
A weight is lifted from your shoulders when you hear his words, and Luke visibly relaxes next to you. Your mission is complete. You have achieved what you came here for. You can go home.
“I will meet with Senator Organa as soon as she has time for me. My advisors and I will negotiate a treaty as soon as possible”, Ramsis Dendup II continues, raising his glass again to thank you, or rather Luke. “We thank you, noble Jedi–”
He doesn’t get any further, because out of nowhere a blaster shot rings out, missing the queen by a few centimeters, and panic ensues. Immediately, you and Luke draw your lightsabers, and Luke frees himself from the black cloak, allowing him more freedom of movement. Meanwhile, you signal the royal family to duck, because unfortunately, there are few escape and hiding places here on the open water. Guards position themselves around them like a protective wall, and you look out into the sunset, across to the shore where the shot came from. In the distance, you see two figures, and the next shot aimed directly at you, you parry with your lightsaber. From this distance, you can’t tell whether they are imperial units or just people who aren’t happy with the king’s decision.
Either way, you have to ensure the safety of the royal family, whatever it costs.
For this very reason, you don’t wait long and run towards the steering wheel of the small ship to tell the captain to speed up and get you to shore as quickly as possible. You briefly consider the lack of security measures of this ship – the king was apparently too confident, believing that everyone was on his side and that the remaining imperials couldn’t harm him anymore. However, nearly taking a life at such a distance demonstrates skill, which means those in charge must have a plan.
You watch Luke look for the culprits, and a small, warm light flashes in the distance. It takes a moment to realize that these aren’t torches or other light sources, but that a flame jar has just been lit, and some trees along the shore are already starting to burn. They are too far away to throw it at the ship, but you can’t tell which villages are already suffering from the flames.
“We need to get them to safety!”, you call over to Luke, his lightsaber illuminating his face as the sun is almost fully set. In response, he simply nods in agreement, and you can see that within seconds he’s come up with a plan.
The ship slowly but surely approaches the shore, far away from the spot where fire is rising into the night sky. Nevertheless, you are extremely cautious, paying attention and taking care not to act too hastily. The guards help you get the royal family off the ship and to safety, but just as you are about to disembark as the last one, loud screams shatter the eerie silence. Several people run towards the ship, blasters raised, some of them wearing imperial armor – they must have joined forces. Unfortunately, your senses warn you too late, and you can only watch as one blaster shot after another hits the ship, blowing it up. With you on it.
Next thing you know is that you’re swallowing water. A lot of it. And something is pressing on your chest. So hard that you feel like your ribs are going to break. Because of the darkness, you can barely see anything underwater. Only a few lights occasionally appear on the surface. Panic spreads through you when you realize you can’t move, whatever debris you’re stuck under burying you beneath it. You can’t even grasp the Force down here because you’re far too unfocused, running out of air.
At this very moment, you’re not thinking about how you could still get out of here and survive. No, your thoughts wander to Luke, and you wonder what it would do to him, losing you.
Before you shut your eyes, you see the shadow of a figure in the water in front of you, and the next moment, you feel a sudden lightness on your chest, air caressing your face. Immense pressure builds up inside of you as you suddenly spit out water, heaving and gasping for air. When you open your eyes, you notice you’re no longer on the verge of drowning but safe and alive on shore. The reason for that leaning over you, his eyes teary. There’s a wound on his left cheek, a smoking, iridescent burn that was most likely caused due to a blaster bolt grazing his skin.
“Thank the Force”, Luke curses under his breath, almost inaudible. “Don’t ever do that again.”
You look at him in surprise, his words sounding very much like a threat, but you quickly notice that a tremendous amount of fear has built up in his eyes and in his body, which is now slowly dissipating. You don’t really understand why, and you can’t process how, just seconds ago, you were on the verge of drowning and now you’re lying in front of him, soaking wet, your chest still rising and falling rapidly.
“The king! Is he-”
“Safe. All of them. The small group of stray imperials has been arrested”, Luke assures you, plopping down on the sand next to you, just as exhausted. As you give him a once-over, you can’t grasp how someone like him just jumped into the water after you without even considering the risk. He risked everything to save you, even though the royal family is your top priority. At least they should be.
Now you’re not so sure anymore.
Silence spreads between you as you listen to the gentle sound of the waves and your increasingly steady breathing. At the spot where the ship exploded and sank, there’s no sign that it was ever there. Thoughtfully, you wring out the fabric of your robe, your eyes fixed on the water.
“Didn’t know you cared so much about me”, you chuckle softly and pull your knees toward you so you can rest your chin on them. Luke, in turn, stops playing with the sand in his hands and looks at you instantly, as if you’ve deeply offended him.
“Are you serious?”, he asks, irritated, his gaze almost boring right through you.
“I mean.. It doesn’t always feel like you care”, you add, averting your gaze so you can avoid his vivid stare. At that, Luke starts laughing. Not just giggling, but full on laughing like you told him the funniest joke ever. “What’s so funny?”
“I just”, he starts, interrupting himself with another laugh. “I guess I’m pretty bad at showing my feelings.”
Now you are the one meeting him with a stare, not quite sure you heard him correctly.
“Wow. I really am that bad at showing my feelings”, Luke chuckles to himself and then smiles at you. “I’m sorry if I ever gave you the impression that I didn’t care about you. To be honest, it’s the complete opposite. I actually like you quite a lot, more than one should like their training and mission partner.”
You swallow hard, feeling your cheeks glow and your heart beat much faster. So much excitement in a row is certainly not good for your heart, but now that you think about it: when you’re with Luke, your heart has been beating faster for quite some time.
“That means I love you. If that still wasn’t clear enough”, he adds, now obviously unsure whether he should have said anything at all.
“I know, laserbrain”, you giggle and give him a little shove to the shoulder. You sit there, side by side, while you try to understand your own feelings.
“So?”, Luke starts after a minute has passed, running a hand through his still wet hair. “Isn’t this the part where you confess your undying love to me?”
His words make you snort and both of you laugh, knowing he only said it to lighten up the tense moment. This gave you enough time, however, to carefully consider how you now reach for the collar of his robe, pull him toward you, and kiss him on the lips. You do this so quickly that you’re not even sure it actually happened.
“Is that answer enough?”, you ask shyly, and before you know it, one of his hands is on your cheek and he’s the one kissing you. Then he breaks the kiss after several moments and leans his forehead against yours, the tips of your noses almost touching.
“Don’t let it go to your head”, you smile at him gently.
“Are you kidding me? How could I not, when I’ve successfully completed my mission, can finally go home, and, best of all, have the most beautiful, best, smartest woman in the entire galaxy at my side?”
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Luke Alvez x Fem!Reader
Word count: 954
Warnings: Being kidnapped, I think that’s it?
Y/N: Your Name
Y/F/I: Your First Initial
Y/L/I: Your Last Initial
Y/L/N: Your Last Name
Y/H/C: Your Hair Color
Y/E/C: Your Eye Color
Summary: Luke Alvez has lived his entire life with the initials of his soulmate tattooed on his wrist, trying not to believe they meant anything—until a high-profile kidnapping case puts him face-to-face with Y/N Y/L/N.
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*Luke’s POV*
I’ve had the tattoo my whole life. Two letters, black ink, small and neat on the inside of my left wrist.
Y/F/I. Y/L/I.
I told people it was a reminder. Sometimes I said it was nothing. The truth was worse. It was everything. Everyone got their soulmate’s initials somewhere on their body when they were born. Wrist, collarbone, ribs- no one chose the placement. It just… appeared. A permanent reminder that somewhere out there was a person whose name mattered more than anyone else’s ever would. Some people found theirs early on. Some in decades. Some never did. I tried not to think about mine.
“Garcia,” Prentiss said, standing at the head of the table. “What do we have?”
We were barely settled into our seats when the tension hit. The kind that crawled up your spine and stayed there. Garcia’s fingers flew over her keyboard.
“Victim is Y/N Y/L/N, shes 32. Daughter of Richard Y/L/N, CEO of Y/L/NTech. Big money. Bigger target.”
My jaw tightened.
“Y/L/NTech’s been receiving threats for months.” Prentiss added. “Emails. Letters. Escalating language. Security brushed it off.”
“And now?” Rossi asked.
“Now she’s gone.” Garcia said quietly.
Garcia pulled up photos- Y/N stepping out of a building, Y/H/C pulled back, expression focused. Another of her laughing with a friend. Another at some charity event, clearly uncomfortable in heels and designer clothes. She didn’t look like a headline.
“She was taken this morning from a parking garage.” Prentiss said. “No witnesses. No body. But her Father received a video an hour later.”
The screen changed.
I didn’t realize I leaned forward until my elbows hit the table. Y/N sat in a chair, hands bound, face pale but defiant. A man stood behind her, face obscured.
“If Y/L/NTech doesn’t comply.” The voice said, distorted. “She dies.”
Silence filled the room.
I swallowed. “She’s not panicking.” I said. “She’s scared, but she’s holding it together. Whoever took her wants leverage, no chaos.”
The jet was quiet. Too quiet. I stared down at my wrist without meaning to. The letters stared back.
Y/F/I. Y/L/I.
Coincidence meant nothing. Initials overlapped all the time. Garcia had once told us there were entire support groups for people convinced every victim with matching initials was their soulmate. Still… My chest felt tight.
We landed. Split up. Dug in. Y/N Y/L/N was smart. Private school. Business degree. No criminal history. No sketchy exes. No obvious enemies.
“She’s clean.” Tara said.
“Too clean.” JJ said.
Which meant the threat wasn’t personal.
It was strategic.
“They want her Father.” Prentiss said. “And they’ll use her until they get him.”
I clenched my jaw.
We found the location twelve hours later. An abandoned manufacturing plant on the edge of town. Power sporadic. Cameras installed recently. Professional setup.
“This isn’t a lone wolf.” I muttered.
“Agreed.” Prentiss said. “Alvez, you’re with me.”
We moved in slowly. Quiet. I heard her before I saw her. A sharp inhale. Controlled breathing. Someone fighting not to cry. We breached. The unsub went down fast- Rossi and Reid covering angles, JJ and Tara securing the perimeter. I ran straight to her. She was tied to a chair, wrist bound with thick rope. There was a cut on her lip. Bruising on her arms. But she was alive. Thank God. I crouched in front of her, knife already in my hand.
“It’s okay.” I said gently. “You’re safe.”
Her eyes snapped to mine.
They were Y/E/C. Steady. Searching.
“Please…” She whispered. “Don’t let them-”
“I won’t.” I promised, and I meant it with something deeper than duty.
I started cutting the ropes.
“My name is Like Alvez.” I said automatically. “With the FBI.”
Her breath hitched.
“What?” She whispered.
I glanced up.
Her eyes were locked on my wrist.
On the tattoo.
Her lips parted. Her gaze flicked down to her own wrist, where two letters sat in the same place.
L. A.
They weren’t glowing at first. Then, warmth. A faint shimmer. Like the ink was catching light that didn’t exist. Her breath left her in a shaky laugh.
“Oh my God.”
My heart slammed into my ribs.
“No…” I whispered. “No way.”
Her eyes met mine again, wide, stunned, and tear-bright.
“You’re real…” She said.
The glow faded slowly, leaving only ink behind. But it was done. We met.
Later- after medics, statements, chaos- I found her sitting on the back of an ambulance, blanket around her shoulder. She looked smaller now. Exhausted.
I approached slowly. “Hey.”
She smiled softly. “Hi, Luke Alvez.”
Hearing my name from her lips felt like a punch to the chest.
“I guess,” She said, holding up her wrist. “this explains a lot.”
I swallowed. “Yeah.”
There was a pause.
Then she huffed a laugh. “Of all the ways to meet my soulmate, I didn’t think it’s be tied to a chair.”
I smiled despite myself. “I usually try to make a better first impression.”
She studied me for a moment. “You did.”
The weight of it settled in my chest- fear, awe, and something dangerously close to hope.
“I’m not saying this means anything has to happen right away.” I said carefully. “We just met. That’s all the tattoo promises.”
She nodded. “I know.”
Then, softer. “But I’m really glad it was you.”
Something in my cracked open. For the first time in my life, I didn’t look at my wrist with dread. I looked at it with purpose. Because Y/F/I. Y/L/I. wasn’t a mystery anymore. She was sitting right in front of me. Alive.
Requested: yeah baby! could you write a smut abt dom!luke and fem!reader, where they’ve been best friends for years and have had just the thickest romantic and sexual tension, and luke brings y/n on tour and while she’s front row dancing and just like feeling herself to valentine, luke finds it like super hot and after the show he finally does something about the tension between the two of them. i love your work and i think you’d be the perfect person to write this!”
tysm, i love you
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Word Count: ~2.2k
The music was pulsing through the arena, your eyes never leaving the lead singer, your best friend and you were so proud of him. You couldn’t believe that they were on another tour, and thankfully your schedule at work allowed you to travel with them for a few shows in the states.
You loved getting to see Luke do what he does, the fact that you’ve known him since you were kids and have gotten to see him grow into the confident man that he is, it made you ecstatic.
You’ve been a part of Luke’s life for a long time, you loved him dearly. The two of you became mates way back when you were just in your first year of school. The two of you had been stuck together since then, often spending time with the other. It was insane when Luke had started getting views on his covers, and even crazier when the band formed and started getting famous.
When the band moved to the states, you couldn’t imagine not having him only five minutes away but Luke practically begged you to follow along. Luckily, you found a job nearby and your schedule was flexible for the most part.
Honestly you didn’t even know how many times you had seen them perform at this point, but you knew that it just continued to get better every single time.
His eyes found yours as they continued performing Valentine, one of your favorites from them. Luke’s vocals always killed, and tonight he was on fire again. You sang along, a small smile on his lips as he maintained eye contact.
“Got nothing but love for you, fall more in love every day. Valentine, valentine.”
You zoned out as you continued dancing along, your hips moving gently to the beat as the song continued on. You felt a gaze on you, and looked up as Luke sang, it felt as if directly to you, his eyes burning into yours.
“It don't matter just as long as I get all you tonight”
You blushed as the song continued, and he sent you a cheeky wink as the crowd continued chanting along. Luke’s gaze moved away from you, and you lost yourself in thought.
It could've been unintentional. It could’ve just been Luke being himself, a little flirt. It could’ve been something more. You were never sure with Luke, you never wanted to push the friendship past what it is.
The others always pointed out that the two of you flirted with each other, your other friend pointed out that it was annoyingly adorable how much the two of you looked at each other or how handsy the two of you were. Sure, there were drunken kisses or cuddling during movies or the occasional shared bed. You always knew you loved Luke, you just didn’t know what sort of love.
The concert wrapped up quickly, your thoughts swimming due to that tiny wink from him earlier. You were already backstage, in his dressing room and sat on the couch waiting for him to finish up. He always had his post show ritual, where as soon as he was off that stage, he was taking a shower and finding a way for his body to relax.
After a few minutes, the door finally opened and Luke pushed through the entryway. He immediately smiled as he dove onto the couch beside you. You curled right into his side, his arm wrapping around you instinctively. His fingers grazing the exposed skin on your shoulder. You sighed, feeling content as you leaned even further into him.
“How was the show?”
“Amazing as always Lu,” You said, turning in his arms so your head was now laying in his lap. He shifted his arm so it was across your chest and he held your gaze.
“It’s one thing to know that you’re always there in the audience but it was another to see you that close tonight. Dancing along to the music, you looked beautiful.” He murmured, and you felt your cheeks blush.
“I’m serious, I don’t say it enough.” He whispered and your blush deepened, “I don’t say a lot of things enough. God, you looked fucking incredible tonight.”
“Luke,” You sat up and turned to face him, about to say something but he pulled you close to him. He moved closer to you, his movements hesitant as his nose nudged against yours. You didn’t stop him.
“I need you,” He murmured against your skin, his lips barely leaving as he trailed down your neck and you whimpered into the empty dressing room, “Now.”
You nodded, your arms wrapping around him as you pulled him closer into you.
“I’m in, but I need to know that this won’t change us.”
“It’s going to change us, but for the better. Seeing you in the front, seeing you dance along to our music, it made me realize what I’ve always known all along. Why I begged you to move with us, why I need you with me on the tour.”
“I just need you,” He whispered, his lips finally meeting yours and he nearly melted into you. You tangled your fingers in his hair, holding him as close to you as possible and all thoughts were gone as the two of you continued kissing. This wasn’t the same type of kiss as before, there was something deeper there.
“Say yes,” He murmured, his nose nudging yours and you nodded, “Out loud. I can’t move on with myself if you’re not as into this as I am.”
“God, yes Luke, of course.” You whispered to him, and his lips met yours again. His kiss became more desperate, and his hands moved to the straps on your shirt and pushed them down. You leaned your body into him, quickly removing the top and suddenly feeling exposed beneath him.
“Fuck,” He breathed out, and you laughed at him as your fingers continued twirling in his hair.
“You’ve seen me in a swimsuit before Lu,”
“Yeah but this is different. I get to finally act on every thought I’ve ever had,” He muttered, pulling his own shirt off as well. You unclasped your bra and pulled him back into you, your hands rubbing his shoulders and across his back as he trailed kisses down your chest. His teeth grazed over your nipple and you gasped quietly. This all felt so surreal, but damn it did he feel great.
He pushed your skirt up with his free hand, grazing your center slightly and your hips jolted into his touch.
“So eager for you,” You whispered and he chuckled as he pulled your panties down and tossed them behind the couch.
“Can I touch you?”
“Lu, I am entirely yours. Stop asking me, and just touch me.”
“Yes ma’am,” He murmured and you giggled as he kissed the inside of your knee and slowly trailed upward to your inner thigh, then to your exposed pussy. He kissed just above your core, his touch so light and you were craving more.
“Luke, just fuck me please.” You whimpered, and he paused to look at you. He licked his lips and nodded, before pushing himself down on the couch to adjust to a more comfortable position.
“I will, just need to taste you first.” He muttered, and you were worried that he was going to be hesitant again but quickly started eating you out as if you were his last meal. He groaned as he pulled back for a second, before his tongue circled around your clit and your thighs twitched at how fucking good he felt.
His tongue dipped inside of you, his nose nudging your clit as he continued eating you out. He pushed a finger inside of you and you threw your head back against the arm rest at finally feeling him. He pushed in another, and you felt yourself adjust to his touch as his tongue continued.
“Fuck,” You breathed out and he winked at you again as he continued to eat you out and finger fuck you. Only an hour ago he was winking at you as well, and now look at how much things have changed.
“Gonna cum soon,” You moaned, and he added a third finger. At this point, you didn’t need to be warmed up anymore, and your orgasm was quickly approaching. Between everything that’s happened, you felt your thighs began to shake and you quickly came all over his face.
You whimpered as he continued licking, nearly slurping and relaxed when he finally backed up. He sat up and made a big show of wiping his arm across his face and chuckled.
“Taste fucking sweet there darling,” He muttered and you giggled as you leaned up to kiss him, “But now I want to fuck you.”
“I want you bent over this counter so you can see how fucking hot you look while I’m fucking you,” He muttered, and your eyes widened at the sudden change. You licked your lips and nodded, taking his hand as he helped you up off the couch and pulled you towards the counter.
“Just like that,” He whispered as he guided you, and helped bend you over the counter and pushed your dress up as his fingers pushed into you again. You moaned loudly, your body adjusting quickly to him. He felt so right, and you moaned again as he curled his fingers inside of you.
“Need your cock Lu,” You grunted, and he chuckled as he pulled his hand out of you and sucked on his fingers again.
“Taste so fucking good.” He said, before pulling his cock out from his pants but he panicked for a second, your eyes on him in the mirror, “Condom?”
“I’ve had my birth control shot, and I’m clean.” You whispered, and his eyes widened as he caught your gaze. You nodded, as if to encourage him and he groaned as his palms rubbed over your hips.
“Fucking dream. I’m clean too, but I’ll do my best to pull out too.” He muttered, and you smiled as he stroked himself gently. He pushed in the tip, and you pushed yourself back to take more of him. He moaned quietly, his head falling back in pleasure as he was nearly fully inside of you, “You feel so good,”
“Just fuck me,” You whimpered, and he slowly pulled back out before he pushed inside of you fully. You could feel all of him inside you know, your body adjusting to him quickly and you desperately needed some friction.
His hands moved so they were gripping both sides of your hips, and you hoped that his fingers left marks for you to admire later. He started fucking you with more of an intensity now, his cock slamming into you with every thrust and the fact that you got to watch everything in the mirror was so fucking hot.
“Look at me,” He snapped, his fingers digging into your sides as you caught his gaze in the mirror, “Such a good fucking girl.”
For a moment, the only sounds that echoed in the dressing room were his hips meeting yours and his quiet moans from behind you. You held onto the counter as you felt your legs growing weak and put your weight onto the top. Luke continued fucking you, and you felt your orgasm approach quickly.
“Gonna cum for me?” He murmured, his hand reaching around to your clit and his middle and ring finger started to rub it in circles.
You nodded, words failing you as you pushed your back against his chest, your gazes locked on each other as he continued to finger your clit and thrust into you. Your orgasm crashed over you, and he moaned as he continued fucking you through the wave of pleasure.
You nearly collapsed into his arms, and he helped you move slightly. You knelt in front of him, your hand replacing his as you started to stroke.
“Now are you going to cum for me?” You whispered, winking up at him and he chuckled as he nodded. Luke gripped onto the counter behind you as you continued stroking him, and his cock twitched slightly before he came, doing his best to aim for your mouth but spilling down the front of your chest.
His eyes closed for a moment, his relief washing over his face as his legs buckled and you smiled up at him. You brought your fingers down to your chest and dragged some of his cum up into your mouth and he rolled his eyes as he handed you a tissue and helped clean you up.
“Come on baby, come sit on the couch with me.” He murmured, pressing a kiss to your forehead then helped you up to your feet and guided you over to the couch.
“Why didn’t we do this sooner?” You whispered, your arm lazily coming to wrap around him and he chuckled as he pressed a kiss to your forehead.
hi everyone i just posted a new luke fanfic, it would mean a lot to me if you could check it out! even leave a comment if you like! here’s the link and below will be a blurb from the prologue
Read prologue from the story Masked// l.h au by emrosefitzgerald (e.f) with 491 reads. ashtonirwin, mystery-thriller...
December 14th, 2025.
Snow fell down from the gray clouds, masking the sun from discharging any light. The wind was heavy as it carried the intolerable cold, smashing it onto redden cheeks and car windows. I kept my eyes focused on my soaked boots, trudging through the mush that stuck to the concrete sidewalks. The sound of groans and honks followed behind me as the weather showed mercy to no one.
I turned down the corner, reaching the small café I had always spent my mornings. The bells above the doors chimed as I stepped in, the heat from the vents soothed my numbed skin. I passed by a few elders as I walked over to the table on the far left, barely lit from the lights above. The old wooden furniture shook as I pulled the chair out, sitting down.
With my sketchbook open, I looked around the area to find an inspiration. An older woman, with white curls and glassy brown eyes sat next to a man around her age. They both shared a muffin, her wrinkled cheeks a soft pink as he whispered something into her ear. I wondered what they were. Lovers? Friends? Strangers who just met?
I stopped staring and returned my sight back to my book. I flipped through the used pages, only to see the same blue eyed brunette. The girl frowned in each one, her expression that controlled her features was a mixture of shock and fear. Even when her hand fisted her messy curls and her swollen lips parted; she was beautiful. Too beautiful for all the corruption she once had in her life.
The table jerked, my eyes lifted up at the movement. A girl stood in front of me, a smile engraved onto her pale face as her hands held two cups, of what I amused was coffee. Her caramel eyes searched for approval as I nodded, unable to speak as I was consumed with confusion. I watched as she sat down, pushing her pink hair back as she slid the drink towards me. Her gesture was kind but I still couldn't help but wonder why she was here. Did she know me? Was she alone? Who was she?
"You always come in here alone. I thought some company wouldn't hurt." she shrugged.
I said nothing.
"I'm Grace." she introduced herself, extending her arm out.
I shook her small hand, "Luke."
"I once knew a boy named Luke. In primary he puked on my shoes." Grace crinkled her nose.
"I once knew a girl who's middle name was Grace." I swallowed, fixing my posture.
"What was her first name?"
"Hazel," I paused, "Hazel Grace."
"Like the sick girl from the movie?" Grace inquired, grinning slightly.
I nodded with a half-smile, "Like the sick girl from the movie."
c.w: shoe humping, multiple orgasms, p in v, grinding, femdom!reader, domme reader, luke x reader, filthy, porn without plot, short fic.
with your new louboutin heels on his crotch, you watched with pride as luke tried his best to have more contact with you, his arms hugging your leg and his fingers trying to reach for your pussy.
eyes tearing up, mouth agape and the tent on his pants hiding something clearly hard, his lips suddely kissing your leg to try and baffle his moans.
he was too sensitive at this point, stupid looking, actually. so, when you finally let him in, he was overwhelmed with joy. god, his dick was already licking pre-cum when you allowed him to take off his pants.
"gosh, luke." you chuckled a bit, your legs wide open with the help of his hands as he frowned at you with his pupils blown up, his tip aching to enter you. "are you a virgin?"
"n..no." he said. you kissed his temple, not caring if it was a lie or not. right now, you were on a terrible position to ask that. so, you would discover if it was a lie or not later.
"stop acting like one, okay?" you said.
well, you were as sensitive as him when he pressed his tip on your clit, rubbing on it and earning a bite lip from you as you tried to muffle them when he finally entered you.
warm, tight and tortuous was something that would always describe you both when it comes to sex.
so, when he started to move in and out, watching his dick going inside out of you was something that always got you close to cumming.
short in time and short in control, the one who came first was you, and yet it wasn't enough for him to stop. sucking on your left tit and watching with you as your pussy made a white creamy circly on his dick was his biggest pleasure, specially everytime your cunt clenched on him, too tight for him not to notice.
god, you're so warm on him. so tight and perfectly wrapped on his dick, he just couldn't seem to stop.
he kissed your lips, too in love with you- too baffled by your appearance. you were too perfect for him, too much.
"y/n- y/n, you're so good f' me." he said, almost crying while his hands held your ass.
"luke, keep going- keep it quiet too, don't want anyone finding us out," you said.
"'m sorry. 'm sorry, too good- god, i love you." he said, kissing your neck multiple times.
"i love you too babe," you said "mmh, shit, i'm almost there-" you moaned, squirming under him.
"me too, me too-"
it didn't took much for him to finally cum inside you, thanking gods for buying those heels for you.
luke's favorite heels were always yours, especially when you were walking up to him with the burning desire to be filled up by him and the lust to dominate him.
