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sorry i just wanted to ask if can i follow you and interact with sfw even if i’m a minor or would you not prefer that? thank you !
Hello lovely!
You can of course follow and interact as long as you stick to SFW things if you're a minor. Of course, I'm aware there's no way to guarantee this but I'll stay hopeful.
Warnings: sadness, depression, mentions to break-up and a break, crying
Word Count: 786
A/N: Hey loves, this is kinda just a comfort fic for me right now. Thank you so much. I really hope you all enjoy this. Thank you so much for all the love and support. This is sort of inspired by the song If You're Gone by Matchbox Twenty.
Summary: Poe and you take a break from your relationship and you express some of your concerns with Rey.
Request: No
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You shoved your food around as the knot in your stomach twisted with each movement of your fork. You had no desire to eat despite the nauseating feeling in your stomach. Rey nudged your elbow slightly. Her eyes were filled with concern when you met her gaze.
"Still?"
You shrugged in response to her question, gently pushing your plate away as your gaze drifted around the room, looking for him. Your chest tightened as you watched him laughing with his flight crew. His eyes crinkled in happiness that you hadn't seen from him in awhile. He radiated a certain happiness that made your heart clench with pain and guilt. You felt like every time Poe was with you he only showed nothing but stress.
"I'm losing him," You sighed, "I can feel it. He's leaving, and I don't know how to fix things anymore."
"Hey..." Rey mumbled, rubbing her hand up and down your back, "Obviously... I don't get along that well with Poe, but maybe this time apart will actually help you guys come back together."
"I'm scared Rey. I want him in my life, but I know I'm losing him."
Rey watched as your head turned to her, eyes filled with tears. She understood your fears better than you expected. It wasn't hard to tell that you and Poe had grown apart more recently. You confided in her about how often he upset you and how you were constantly upsetting yourself with the way you'd been reacting and treating him.
You watched from the corner of your eye as Poe left, a bright smile on his face, and you forced yourself to feel happy. Shoving down the pit of dread, you focused on the happiness. Poe was finally smiling again, seeming less stress and upset. He was enjoying himself once more. He was appearing as the man you'd fallen in love with.
"Dammit. I just... I know this break is whats best for us, but it kills me. The room seems so dull without him. I overthink everything, and I'm ruining any hope of us ever fixing it."
Rey's heart ached upon watching you furiously wiping away your tears, "Didn't he say that he wasn't even sure you could fix things? I hate to say this, but maybe you should leave, save yourself while you still can."
"I don't want to," You breathed out, your gaze flicking to where Poe left, "I don't want to lose him. I want to do everything I can to make this work. I love him, Rey, more than I've ever loved anyone, and I'm so damn determined to make things work."
"It's killing you. You need to focus on yourself," Rey snapped, "I can't force you to do anything. I can only tell you what I think is best for you, but you're killing yourself, and if its meant to be, he'll come back to you."
A quiet sob left your lips as you dropped your head, allowing your tears to escape down your cheeks. You knew there was nothing you could do besides wait, give Poe his space and see if he really wanted to make things work. However, it didn't reassure you nor did it stop the pain. All you could do was hope that if Poe truly was gone, he would be coming back home to you soon.
Every time you gave distance, he'd suddenly come back to you and shower you with love. You tried to understand. You knew he was under indescribable pressure trying to fill Leia's shoes as the General now. You knew you wouldn't ever truly understand what he was going through, but you didn't know how much longer you could handle the neglect, and bad treatment. It wasn't necessarily his fault. You told yourself often that he wasn't intentionally acting the way he was, but at this point... who knew?
Poe often reminded you that you were his number one, his first choice, yet he'd been so sure he couldn't get you. Despite Poe's negative belief, the stars seemed to align and unite with the force to pull the two of you together. There was no denying that you were soulmates, but you began to wonder if soulmates truly worked. Did they exist to teach us that sometimes you can't have what you want most?
Regardless, you knew that you couldn't keep Poe trapped. No matter how many conversations you had with Poe, things would have to simply go through their own course. Your heart seized up upon knowing that meant he would leave you. Poe was probably already gone, but you were soulmates... right? If it was actually meant to be... Poe would find his way back to you.
hi 😊 may i request a luke skywalker x a fem reader where the reader wants to try being more rough with luke in bed? however luke is a bit nervous since he is afraid he will hurt reader, but she assures him that he won’t, she trusts and loves him. and then during it, she says prompts #10 and #55 from the nsfw prompt list? tysm if u accept this and we appreciate ur writing so much! much love 💜💜
Don't Be Gentle
Pairing: Luke Skywalker x fem!reader
Fandom: Star Wars
Warnings: NSFW, smut
Word Count: 637
A/N: Hello love, I'm so sorry that this took so long! Thank you so much for the support, kind words, and your request! I appreciate you greatly! I hope you enjoy this request. Feedback is always welcome and encouraged!
Summary: You convince Luke that he really won't hurt you if he gets a bit rougher during sex.
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"Please?"
Your words were breathy as you spoke. Your mind was hazy, distracted by Luke kissing up to your neck as you asked him to be rougher with you. Not that there was anything wrong with being vanilla, but you just wanted to try being rough just once. However, Luke was insistent on not taking the risk of hurting you.
"No," Luke mumbled, kissing your lips, "I'm sorry, but I don't want to hurt you."
"You won't!" Your voice is slightly whiny as you speak. Your hips rocking up against Luke's, desperate for friction, "You won't hurt me. I'd tell you if you were!"
Luke groans at your actions, pushing your hips back down into the bed as he nips at your neck gently, "No."
Unlike every other night, you weren't planning to back down, and you made that clear by grabbing Luke's face and forcing his full attention on you, "Luke, I trust you. I know you would never intentionally hurt me. If you genuinely don't want to be rough, then I won't force you. But if it's just the fear of hurting me, then trust me when I say I trust you."
Luke's eyes flicked all over your face, seemingly waging a war with his thoughts, "You're sure?"
"Yes, I'm sure, don't be gentle."
It was as if you could see the switch flick inside of Luke's brain as he mushed his lips against yours. You groan at the tight grip on your hips, Luke quickly working his way down your neck. His gentle nips had turned into bites and suckles that would most definitely leave a mark. You whined at the feeling of Luke's tip pressing against your folds, making him smirk.
"So wet, (Y/n)," Luke groans, "All for me?"
"Yes," You whine, "Please, Luke, choke me!"
Luke groans as his hand wraps around your throat, and he pushes his cock into you inch by inch. You could cry in pure bliss at the feeling of Luke bottomed out inside of you, his hand around your throat, his lips kissing yours sloppily.
Luke pulls out and hits that perfect spot just like he does every time, only the sensation is like no other time before. His thrusts are rough, his rhythm more aggressive than he's ever gone before, and you have to admit that it feels incredible. The hand holding your throat tightens slightly as he picks up pace, his mouth dropping to attach to your collar bone.
His hand leaves your throat, and a moan immediately tumbles from your lips, cries of pleasure filling the room as Luke fucks you into the bed. He's thoroughly pounding you now, and you know your orgasm is coming quick. His rough thrusts are hitting your g-spot like never before.
Stars flood your vision, and your orgasm slams into you, leaving you breathless and crying out for Luke repeatedly. He immediately responds to you, moaning your name in response.
"That's my good girl... clench around me," Luke groans.
You cry at the sensation, Luke thrusting into you hard and deep a few more times before he's stilling inside of you as he hits his own orgasm. His head drops to the crook of your neck, nipping and kissing you as he shudders through his high. You're sure that his tight grip on your hip will leave marks, and the idea has you sighing happily at the thought.
Through your bliss-filled haze, you smile as you kiss the side of Luke's head, "I told you so."
"Hmm?"
"You didn't hurt me. I told you so."
Luke's shoulders shake as his chuckles fill the air, and you can't help but smile. You could see many rough, wild nights in your future at Luke's new revelation that he wasn't going to hurt you. Many, many, rough, and wild nights ahead.
Wow, I am terrible at being consistent! I’m back and going to be trying my best to get through all the requests and stories I possibly can.
I’ve been dealing with a lot of personal stuff these past few months, and more recently, I tore my meniscus. I’m beginning my recovery process and figured there was no better way than to get back into writing stories.
To anyone new, hello! And welcome! To anyone who stayed, wow, I love you and I’m so sorry.
hello! this is kinda a funny request haha 😅 could i request a luke skywalker x femreader where they’re on the millennium falcon and they’re in the middle of doing it (👀) on the ship. then poor chewy accidentally walks in on them and he runs to han and leia trying to describe what horror he just witnessed 💀 while luke and reader chase after chewy and try to save themselves from embarrassment and from han and leia teasing them. sorry if this request is weird 😭 i love ur writing luv 🥰💞
Mature Adults
Pairing: Luke Skywalker x fem!reader
Fandom: Star Wars
Warnings: NSFW, smut, Chewie walking in, scarring, embarrassment, teasing
Word Count: 560
A/N: Hello Lovely, thank you so so much for this request. I am so so sorry it took me so long to get out! It's just something short, silly, and sweet. I truly hope you enjoy. Feedback is always welcome and encouraged. This request isn't weird, it's just unique! Thank you so much for the kind words. Much love to all of you.
Summary: Luke and you are having some fun on the Falcon when you are unfortunately interrupted by one of your best friends.
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You moan quietly at the feeling of Luke thrusting in and out of you. His hand finds its way back to your mouth once more, covering it in an attempt to silence your cries. After all, you were still on the Millennium Falcon, and Han, Leia, and Chewie were all on board with you.
You bit your lip in an effort to silence your whines as Luke rocked his hips into yours repeatedly. He filled you perfectly, hitting all the right spots every single time, and you knew it was dangerous to be together like this on the Flacon, but you couldn't find it in yourself to care at that moment.
The sudden shrieking of Chewie made you yelp, tossing Luke off of you quickly as your eyes locked on the Chewbacca standing in the doorway, looking asbolutely scarred. Immediately you began reaching for shirts and pants, fumbling to pull them on as Chewie bolted out of the dorm area of the plane. You sprinted after him, Luke trailing not too far behind you as you both yelled at Chewie.
"No! Buddy!" You cried out, "Let's talk!"
Chewie let out a string of howls at your words, making you panic as Luke yelled, "Chewie, let's talk about this! No need to tell Han and Leia!"
But, before you could stop him, Chewie burst into the cockpit. Speaking far too fast for you to understand as you ran up behind him. However, you were clearly too late as Han was making a disgusted look toward Luke and you.
"You two were having sex in the bunk beds!? Even worse, you two were having sex on my ship!?!"
Immediately you blushed at Han's words, your head dropping as Leia smirked at you and Luke. It wasn't that Han and Leia didn't know about Luke and you because they knew you two were an item. It was simply the fact that you knew you would never hear the end of this now.
"Oh, Chewie," Leia frowned, watching the Chewbacca pout, "We can get you enrolled in therapy first thing when we land back at base.
"Guys," Luke spoke softly, "Come on. Let's not do this teasing thing. We're all mature adults here."
Han laughed, "And you permanently scarred one of us for life! You two will never hear the end of this if I have anything to say."
"He's scared. Even I'm terrified of the horror Chewie described to us," Leia piped in, winking at you in the process.
You sighed, rolling your eyes, "This is so unfair."
"Well, maybe don't have sex on our beloved ship," Han huffed, looking between Luke and you, "Truly, I expected better from you two kids."
"At least it wasn't in the cockpit..." Leia giggled as Han smiled at her, finishing her sentence.
"Then cockpit would have a whole other meaning."
Han, Leia, and Chewie all broke out into giggles as Luke and you watched the three with unimpressed expressions. Luke came directly to your side, and you leaned into him slightly as the three finally seemed to calm down.
"We'll be waiting for when you decide to act your age," Luke retorted, watching his best friend and sister still giggle.
Han snorted as he watched the two of you walk away, "And we'll be waiting for it to be safe to sleep in our beds tonight."
with the tags and search officially being completely broken on all platforms (no new posts are showing up in them anymore), now feels like a good time to remind everyone that the only way to help creators is to reblog their stuff. even before the tags were busted most people found new creators through their content being rebloged onto their dash, and now, at least for the time being, that will be the Only way to find and spread things.
Fast reblog is a thing, you dont have to leave comments, you dont have to leave tags, just reblog stuff if you want to keep seeing new content being posted to this site.
and as a final note, with this change likes are officially completely pointless for content creators. up till now they served to boost a posts placement in the tag searches (a post tagged #girl with 40 likes would show up higher in the search than a post tagged #girl with only 10 likes,)
Hey Moll! Can I request NSFW prompt 10 and 15 (for Anakin Skywalker, if you write for him?
One Night
Pairing: Anakin Skywalker x fem!reader
Fandom: Star Wars
Warnings: NSFW, smut
Word Count: 828
A/N: Hello lovely! Of course you can! I hope you enjoy it and that it's something of what you wanted. I truly appreciate all the support and love! Thank you so much for this request. Anyways, feedback is always welcome and encouraged!
Summary: Anakin and you swear that the kiss that leads to more, will only be one night.
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"Just once," You mumbled against Anakin's lips as you fumbled to close the door behind you, "Just one time and never again."
Anakin nodded, his hands trailing your body before finally grabbing under your thighs and lifting you effortlessly, "Mhm. Mhm. No talking about it, just one night. Got it."
"One night."
Your voice was muffled by Anakin's lips attaching to yours once more. You wrapped your legs around his waist and groaned softly at the feeling of his erection pressing against your clothed heat. Both of you worked quickly to get the other's tops off while maintaining the make-out. Anakin groaned loudly as you rubbed down against him.
"God, (y/n), you'll be the death of me," Anakin mumbled, moving down your neck, nipping and licking as he went.
"Wanna bet?"
Anakin chuckled at your challenge, walking over to the bed and dropping you on it. You smiled as he tugged off your pants, a hungry look filling his eyes. You beckoned him, and the sandy-blonde-haired boy crawled up you quickly, his eyes ravishing you laying out for him like you were.
"One night," Anakin sighed, kissing his way up your chest.
You nodded, "Just one. So you better show me what you got, Ani."
He kissed your lips fiercely, mushing them together as he pushed down his pants. Anakin smiled as he pulled away and watched your shocked reaction as you took in the size of him. Anakin knew he was larger than average and took pride in flaunting it.
"I don't wanna break you," Anakin smirked, rubbing his tip between your folds as you gasped.
You grabbed onto Anakin's shoulders, your eyes locking with his as you spoke, "Don't be gentle."
Without another word, Anakin slammed himself into you, filling you up entirely with ease. He thrust into you quickly and mercilessly, setting a quick, hard pace that had you moaning loudly. You knew you were in too deep that even if the two of you managed to keep this as a one-time thing, the memories wouldn't be.
The two of you molded together perfectly, like two halves finally becoming whole after years apart. There had always been sexual tension between the both of you, but you had never expected anything to actually come of it. He was a Jedi Knight, and you were a Jedi Master, something he envied you for greatly.
If this was the last time... if this was the only time you ever got with Anakin, it still wouldn't change anything. You knew it was too late. The moment your lips had first connected in the training room you'd been left alone in, you knew it. No kiss would ever be the same. No sex would ever compare. Nobody's touch would ever affect you the way Anakin did, and Anakin's touch would never be innocent like it once was.
Moans and whines fell from your lips as Anakin pounded in and out of you, hitting your g-spot each and every single time. Your nails dug into his shoulders, leaving crescent moon marks in their wake. How could sex be so overwhelmingly amazing? Was it breaking the rules? Or possibly the built-up sexual tension?
A dark, betraying part of your mind couldn't help but think that this would be nice. Being with Anakin like this, whenever you pleased, a relationship with the slightly older Jedi Knight. You let your eyes flutter shut, trying to block out your emotions and just enjoy Anakin. All six foot six of him setting your body on fire in ways that nobody else had ever managed to.
His hand snaked down between your two bodies, finding a way to your clit and immediately rubbing. You cried out at the sensation, seeing stars in your vision as your orgasm slammed into you. Anakin groaned at the feeling of you clenching around him, trying to milk him of his own juices. It wasn't much longer until Anakin was moaning and releasing himself inside you, using his arm to prevent him from collapsing on you.
"Fuck," Anakin groaned.
"Wow," you breathed out, watching Anakin carefully.
He dropped himself beside you, laying on his side as he caught his breath. You both lay in silence for multiple minutes, your eyes locked with one another as you focused on calming your racing heartbeats. While your heart was calming down, your mind was speeding up as the realization of everything dawned upon you. There was no coming back anymore.
"So..." You started softly.
A small smile came to Anakin's lips as he looked at you, "This is more than one night."
Heat flooded your cheeks as Anakin leaned in, kissing you deeply and immediately getting a response. You melted into the kiss, cursing yourself for allowing Anakin to be entirely correct. There had always been something more between the two of you, and as dangerous and bad as it was, there was no way that Anakin and you could ever be just one might.
Warnings: slight TFAWS spoilers!, mentions of violence, betrayal, ANGST, sadness, slow-burn, mentions to PTSD/trauma
Word Count: 1,180
A/N: OKAY!! I'm sorry!! No happy ending!! (unless... y'all want part 3??) I'm so sorry this took so long for me to do, I know this has been requested many, many times! Anyways, I hope you all enjoy and that you like it! Feedback is always welcome and encouraged! Let me know if you'd like a part 3! Much love, thank you for all the love and support!!
Summary: Bucky's in need of help once more and like always, you're there to help him, but this time you show him some of your feelings.
PART ONE
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You hadn't been planning to follow Sam and Bucky back into whatever mess they'd gotten in. You took Bucky home and figured that would be the last you would hear and see of them for a while. After the blip, you'd managed to find a fairly peaceful life outside of being an Avenger. You'd spend your days attending therapy and checking in on Peter Parker. Oddly enough, you found comfort in listening to the boy explain his newest research and findings. Besides Happy, there wasn't anyone involved with the Avengers that had been checking on the boy.
While you might not have gotten a real job nor started back up fighting crime, you immensely enjoyed your small slice of regular life. You'd spent a majority of your time baking, cooking, and donating your time at shelters. So much of your life had been spent fighting the larger threats. Yet you'd forgotten to give to those who'd been hurt in your battle for the world.
That was why, when Sam called you once again, rambling about some explosion and a dead doctor, you told him your doors were always open to him. However, when Sam showed up with Bucky standing right behind him, you could feel your chest constricting, all your progress over the past weeks fading once more. Clearly, Bucky was the one that actually needed help.
You gave Sam a soft smile as you let Bucky in, watching for a second as Sam took off into the air. Turning around, you watched as Bucky looked around your apartment, taking everything in. Without a word, you took off into the kitchen. Bucky followed you silently and sat down when you instructed.
"So... the super-soldier ends up more injured than the human," You forced a smile out, "I'd love to hear this story."
Bucky looked up at you shyly, a slight frown on his face at your gentle teasing, "He can fly away when they swing. I can't."
"Don't worry, Jamie, I'll take care of you."
Bucky could help but smile at the old nickname that slipped from your lips as you grabbed your supplies. You asked questions, and Bucky explained everything to you. He told you all about how they'd gone after some doctor that Zemo ended up killing, and then there was an explosion and lots of fighting afterward, and that was how Bucky ended up here, sitting in your kitchen and asking for your help once again.
You finish stitching his eyebrow with ease and hand him a cold compress. Bucky remains silent as you clean up all your supplies and throw away the bloody gauze. He wants to talk. Bucky wants to say anything, really, but he can't think of what to say, and slight panic fills his body at the idea of you telling him to leave now that you're done.
"It hurts, y'know."
Your voice is soft, so soft that if it wasn't for Bucky's enhanced hearing, you know he wouldn't have heard it. However, Bucky had, and he was immediately standing up, prepared to stop whatever was hurting you. Bucky watched tears fall down your cheeks as you turned.
"It hurts to be near you, yet it's also the only time I feel whole," You choked back a sob as you spoke, "I want to hate you, but I can't. It kills me to be around you, knowing you're with that blonde girl while I sit here still waiting for you!"
Bucky's blue eyes filled with guilt as your voice raised, "(Y/n)..."
"No," You snapped, "I don't want to hear anything, Bucky. We... we were gone, and then we were back and you... you betrayed me. You left and didn't speak to me. I stayed by your side through everything but the moment Steve..." You paused, choking on your tears as your body shook with the heartache, "I had just lost everyone also, and you... you left too. Then Sam's calling me for help, and you have some eye candy... as if... as if I never meant anything."
"No, (Y/n)..."
"I mean some blonde that I've never even seen before! How long did it take to find someone, huh? Two weeks? Two months? I waited for you! I know you, and there's no way you fall in love that quick, Bucky."
"(Y/n)... please."
"No! I gave you everything, and you left me for some blonde girl, and I can't even make myself hate you for it! I still love you! And I... I can't..."
"(Y/N)--"
"You're a traitor, Bucky."
Your words seemed to strike him in the heart as he froze, his head dropping. And despite the war raging in your body, the debate of whether you should help him or leave him, you felt relief finally getting to say this. You felt a weight being lifted off your shoulders as you poured your heart out to Bucky, showing him all the pain he'd put you through.
"I'm sorry."
"The worst part is that no matter how much it hurts to be near you, I never want to leave."
"I'm sorry."
A pitiful laugh broke through your crying, breaking Bucky's heart, "I know you are. I know. But... I already forgave you."
Bucky's head lifted as your fingers placed themselves under his chin. His steel-blue eyes watched you intently, gauging every tiny movement you made as you took a deep breath. You slowly stepped into his chest and wrapped your arms around him, hugging him tightly as tears fell silently down your cheeks. The shaking of your shoulders tore Bucky to shreds as he dropped into a chair, pulling you into his chest as you sobbed.
His arms wrapped around you like a safety blanket, encasing you in all their muscle and strength, reminding you of all the times he held you like this before. After missions, when you heard about all the people you hurt, after a stressful day of training, after being heckled in public. The list was endless, and you clutched onto his shirt tightly, allowing yourself to relish in the moment of painful silence.
After seconds, minutes, hell maybe even an hour, you weren't entirely sure. You pried yourself away from Bucky and wiped underneath your eyes. A sniffle filled the air as you walked out of the kitchen, the sound of Bucky's boots alerting you that he was following you.
The door handle was cold in your hand, a welcomed grip to reality as you pulled open the door. Keeping your eyes down, you couldn't bear to see Bucky's expression as you tried to even out your breathing.
"Goodbye, Jamie."
He left silently, the sound of his boots trotting down your porch letting you know it was safe to shut the door. Like finishing a chapter, the sound of the lock clicking tore a sob from your chest. Breaking down all over again, you sank to the floor, cries echoing throughout your empty house. And as much as it destroyed you to say goodbye to Bucky... the pain of losing him and being around him, they just couldn't compare.
