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i-am-nanas · 7 months
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Din is trying, he is seriously trying to break Luke free of those chains.
But his hands just won’t stop shaking… he’s never been so close to the Jedi with so little clothing in between, it definitely leaves few things to the imagination… but Din’s mind has no problem filling in the gaps
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plushyluke · 1 year
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his hair is so cute !!
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superbloomluke · 7 months
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Calum: whatever you do, don’t look to your left
Ashton: why not?
Michael: Luke may or may not be deep throating your drumstick
Ashton:
Calum:
Michael:
Ashton: okay, well, now I have to look.
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honeyedlashton · 1 year
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—⋆。°✩ 。 ✩ ⋆₊ ° ✩—
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sinfulskywalker · 1 year
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Dark Din thoughts
TW: Kidnapping, stalking and slight hint at choking
There's just something fantastic about doing laundry and thinking about Dark Din having spotted the prettiest blonde with the tightest ass in the whole Galaxy. Sure he's hot from a distance, but Din has seen this once before; what enthralls him is the boy's strength. It's 4 to 1 and he's giving the troopers a run for their money. He's a Jedi, from the looks of it, yet he fights so gracefully, with honor and mercy.
He would make a perfect Riddur.
Din has to have him.
He takes no time in starting his scout. Hunting this Jedi was difficult, given he has no name and a blurred face to go off of. However, it seems The Empire was tracking him long before Din knew of his existence.
Luke Skywalker, is his name. A name was all Din needed.
It took months, but capturing this Jedi, his Jetti, was satisfying. Luke treated him as Din recalled him fighting the Troopers from before; a subtle warning and then a spar. The boy was powerful, Din just knew. He had all the power of The Force (something he researched to the knowledge that it could be suppressed) and yet he was not using it. All the power one could muster and not use it for the sake of a fair fight?
Oh, this one was his.
Luke is worn thin. It's been hours of constant blaster blockage and out running this Mandalorian. He was putting up more of a fight than any other bounty hunters his Father had on him. Perhaps this was one of them and did not know the Empire had fell? He didn't stop to think. There was no time. It's not until he comes to the edge of a cliff and nearly topples over, watching with a gasp and wide eyes as tiny pebbles fall to their crushing doom into the darkness bellow. He sees the other side. It's not far. He can make it.
He glances back for a moment, sure he's alone. A few steps back and at a running pace, he's soaring in the air with the Force on his heels. A smirk finds his way to his lips. He's free of the hunt.
The Force is cut from him like the bleeding sensation around his arms and chest. A yelp later and he's being whisked backwards, to his horror, towards the Mandalorian holding a blaster-like contraption with the very rope tied around Luke attached to it. Luke is dangling from the edge but not for much longer when he's hauled to The Mandalorian's feet and a gloved hand grips his throat, a thumb pressed to his lips.
Why can't I feel the force?! Luke is panicking.
It's Din's turn to smile under his helmet. The grip on Luke's throat only hardens as Luke squirms. He cannot get free. This hand force suppression rope Din acquired has been more than helpful in his catch. Luke can struggle all he wanted, all it did was turn him on.
"My, my, you soar so prettily, little bird," Din's voice is husky whispering in Luke's ear. "As beautiful as that was, your time for flying is over. Let's bring you home where you belong....and will stay."
oh that's right I was doing laundry
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babyyycowboyyy · 1 year
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luke is a bottom in every ship. just saying.
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zaryynna · 2 years
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I love Luke Pearce.
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sincerelymarner · 5 months
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“It’s always been me versus Quinn, making each other better. Over the years, it’s been unbelievable.”
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"I was 4 and he was 6 and I was chasing him around and wanting to do whatever he did," Jack said "I always wanted to be able to compete with Quinn and play with him but didn't want to slow him down. He kind of pushed me, gave me that work ethic to work with him because he's such a hard worker himself. Catching up with Quinn was always the thing I wanted to do as the younger brother."
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hrokkall · 1 year
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Misfortune
[PART 1]
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i-am-nanas · 1 year
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“Marrying under the twin suns of tatooine”
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plushyluke · 2 years
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he knows, trust me💫🤍
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superbloomluke · 5 months
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Ashton: why are you crying, Lu?
Luke: it’s so beautiful!
Ashton: what is?
Ashton: *looks at the picture Luke posted of him*
Ashton: you’re calling me beautiful?
Luke: no… the bread
Luke: the bread is so beautiful. I miss that bread.
Ashton: oh…
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honeyedlashton · 1 year
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“I been talking a lot this segment, so I’ll pipe down a little bit.” 🙂
“No, you haven’t..” 🥺
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sinfulskywalker · 2 years
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Domestic Discipline ✨DinLuke✨
(TW: domestic discipline, spanking, dark din)
Din huffed out a disappointed sigh that, if at all possible, made Luke feel even worse. It was one thing to anger Din, or make him frustrated or confused. It was another to disappoint him. It didn't even have to be Din. Luke hates to disappoint anyone. It was often associated with the aftermath with feeling stupid or worthless not far behind.
Din did nothing to loosen his grip on his husband. Luke was where he belonged: over his lap and his peachy bum on display for anyone that could walk into their bedroom. No one would of course, Din knew. Luke didn't. The shame present on his flushed face.
"I'm not impressed at all with your little stunt earlier. You could have been hurt and then what would you have accomplished? Do you know how this makes me look? I will appear weak to my people if my husband is allowed to harm himself."
Luke hates feeling berated, demoralized and overall: treated like some helpless being. He wasn't helpless. He was a Jedi and he wasn't going to stand for Din's treatment of him.
The second the force suppression collar was off his neck, he'd fight for his life. Luke grit his teeth in anger.
"I am not your husband. I do not care what others think of you." He snarled.
Din clicked his tongue. Here came the infamous "Little Luke attitude" he called it. The poor thing was overly tired and exhausted. This was nothing more than acting out.
Din raised his hand and without warning smacked the smooth flesh bellow with a large, loud swat that had Luke jerking forward in a yelp.
Thankfully, it was his duty to set Luke straight.
"Don't touch me!" Luke tried kicking his legs before Din wrapped his leg around them, keeping them from preventing anymore squirming or kicking.
Swat, swat, swat.
"I will do what is necessary. I will do what you need, Luke." Din promised, his husky voice right above Luke's ear. "And you know you need this. Don't you? You've been on your own for too long; doing as you please without a second though for consequences, some that have put your life at risk."
More wails to the blonde's rear soon mixed in with cries coming from his husband.
"Apologize to me, Luke."
He means submit. Luke growled.
Din shrugged.
"I've got all day."
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justkillingthyme · 1 month
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