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x-childish-x · 2 years
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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.
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naivegh0ul · 5 months
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ghost who is soooo sensitive. like crazy sensitive. he struggles not to cum instantly when he's inside you because you just feel so good. so warm and wet and tight and fuck, he's cumming.
and when he cums, he cums. dumps bucket loads inside you. his voice gets all high and whiny when he cums, too. his hips jerking and his head nuzzled into the crook of your neck bc he's so embarrassed that he came before you even started.
the best thing about his sensitivity tho is that he can go again once he's finished cumming. doesn't matter if he's barely finished emptying his balls, he's going again, mouth on yours as he thrusts his sticky, cum-covered cock into you.
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deadsetobsessions · 3 months
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Green Lantern hovered in the doorway of the med bay. He’d been summoned, but he had no idea what for.
“You know, spooky, some of us have lives to get back to. Not everyone can exist off of just work and blood or whatever,” Hal poked fun at Batman, who rubbed at his jaw tiredly. Hal blinked, stamping down the guilt that arose at Batsy’s uncharacteristic show of any emotion other than stone cold rationality or exasperation or anger. At least they’ve moved past grunts. That just lends credence to Hal’s theory of Batman being an immortal, like Vandal Savage. Batman could totally pass for a caveman, he’s got the grunts down, for sure.
“Still not a vampire. We found the Ghost King. The one the GIW was trying to hide in their records.”
“Well, shit.” Hal’s expression flattened, remembering the unsanctioned government branch that violated the Meta Rights act to a degree where even Amanda Waller had washed her hands of them. Bats had found evidence that they were experimenting on a child when a “source” had hacked into the base and begged them to find the child. Phantom, the hacker had claimed, who had managed to destroy the portal to the Infinite Realms
Batman had tried to boot the guy out of the system, until the hacker told them Phantom was the King of the Infinite Realms.
That got Constantine terrified, which urged Batman into a full hunting mode to track down the king. Mostly in part because Constantine said something along the lines of, “If the King dies, the Infinite Realms will wage war and decimate us. And considering they’re the realm of the dead, we’d lose so badly, even the demons won’t help us out for our bloody souls.”
Granted, he didn’t have that terrible British accent Hal attached to his voice every time the Green Lantern thought about the sad trench coat wizard, but the point still stood.
“He’s not fully conscious due to… his injuries, but the moments where he was, he reacted best to the color green.”
Hal did not want to know what kind of creepy stalker things Batman did to get that knowledge.
“Oh, great. You called me because I’m green,” he said to Batman as he floated into the med bay. “I can be green. I’m amazing at being green.”
Even with the sarcastic tone, Hal made sure to up his lantern aura, glowing a bright neon green. It wouldn’t do to help start a war if he wasn’t green enough.
Hal looked at the Ghost King, and yeah, he could see why Bats was so off his stoic face game today. Because the Ghost King looked like a teenager, and Bats is a bleeding heart and everyone knows it.
Hal waved away Batman, “Go back to Gotham and drink your true blood or whatever. You look like you’ve seen the sun too much.”
Translation: go home, you look tired.
Batman nodded, in thanks, and left to sleep (probably. Hal has never caught the man doing something so… plebeian). Hal is left playing babysitter. To an inter dimensional being that could- probably more like “would,” considering the live dissection he went through at the hands of humans- destroy their entire planet and/or universe. Another Tuesday for the Justice League.
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dcxdpdabbles · 2 months
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So I've seen a couple of Demon twin prompts that have Danny and Damien knowing and keeping in touch with each other over the years with the Batfam none the wiser (The funniest being that Damien had Danny go and replace him for a week then the two played it off like it had been happening since Damien was brought to the manor. Another good one had Danny quickly dropping off Ellie with Damien leaving him to introduce Bruce to his granddaughter). How would this play out for you? Would Danny have run with Damien faking killing him, would he have just disappeared from the compound (?) One day?
Their mother had given birth to identical twins. Damien was born three whole minutes before Danny, which shouldn't have mattered much but to the Ra's it meant the world of difference.
Ra's did not want to raise more than one hire. He did not believe in spares or succession struggles. He gave Talia the ultimatum,- pick one twin to raise in their ways and give the other up to a civilian family or lose them both and her status.
Talia will never claim to be an angel. She knew that her heart was cold and wrenched as needed to cleanse the world. She was far too selfish to even consider becoming a civilian away from the league.
It wasn't a bad life, in the end, to become a regular civilian but it was not for her. Ra's had many children who were never deemed worthy of being part of his greater plans. He never mistreated them, but ultimately he ignored them and they grew up not knowing the blood that ran through their veins.
Talia herself knew of six siblings- all different ages and races- that she had seen from a distance. Her father would take her sometimes to see them, to be reminded that unlike them, she was destined for greatness.
They were nicknamed as the Lost by one of Father's past heirs. He had died fifty years before Talia's time but he was known for his surprisingly humorous outlook on life. How Ra could stand it, she will never know.
Sometimes Talia pitted her Lost siblings. They would be outlived by their father- as all of his children thus far have been- but they would never know the waste their lives had become. They would never know the glory of battle, the rush of leading an army, or the satisfaction of successful missions.
They lived in a rose-colored world inside a small fish bowl. Her Lost siblings would never know the vast wonder of the world.
Sometimes Talia envied her Lost siblings. Even though they had no real impact on the world, no real importance, they lived peaceful lives. They grew, made friends, and fell in love without fear of being betrayed. A foolish belief but one that seemed almost blissful.
How light would their shoulders be to not have to carry the weight that Talia has known all her life? Weight to be the best, to be the killer her father required, to allow her son to head to a possible death day after day.
None of them had to worry about their children never returning from a mission like she did. That's why she trained Damian so harshly, why she pushed and pushed until he reached perfection. If she didn't, then Damian would be bested in the field and his death would shatter what little humanity she still held.
She had taken Danny- her sweet youngest boy- to America to entrust him to her Beloved. It was only as she arrived on American soil did she realized that Bruce would not be satisfied with only one twin.
He would do everything in his power to get them both. Despite the years he trained with them, after learning their ways and their mission, Bruce did not approve of the League.
He was powerful enough to succeed in taking Damian as well if she gave him the chance.
Talia chooses to not do so. She instead stopped at the closest city that was miles and miles away from Bruce Wayne. She found Amity Park, a small sleepy town that would never gather much attention let alone Bruce's, and located a couple struggling for a second child.
After her men screened them and after making sure that they were harmless despite their eccentric research into ghosts, she gave the Fentons her Danny in adoption.
When she signed the adoption forms, Danny offically became a Lost sibling. She flew home, and held Damian just a tad bit tighter and longer, allowing only a few tears to fall before shutting away her heart.
She visited him through the years, but never within sight. Danny was unaware of her presence, as he stumbled his way with his life. He was unpopular with his peers, uncoordinated in basically everything, and the idea of him harming anything was laughable.
He had too much of his Father's heart but none of his will.
Talia made the right choose in getting him out. He would not have survived long within her lifestyle.
When her sons turned six, Talia had chosen to take Damian to see his Lost brother. She had two motives for doing so. The first was to show Damian what became of those deemed unworthy. To let him see that he had been given the honor of being the twin to inherit all that the Al Ghuls could offer.
The second was so that Damian could see his brother still lived, even as worthless and meaningless as he did so, he was still alive. He would know nothing of their world but he would still be able to walk through a different one.
She hoped but never voiced that he would find comfort in this and maybe even affection for her foolish Lost brother.
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What she was not aware of, was that Damian Al Ghul was just as selfish as she was. Once he saw what he deemed as his there was little in this world that would stop him from owning it.
He believed he was entitled to having a connection with his blood brother so underneath Talia's and the League of Assassins' noses, Damian did just that. He officially introduced himself to Danny when he was eight and told him the truth about their heritage.
Danny welcomed him with open arms. Despite being polar opposites in personality the identical twins were the best of friends. Damian always looked forward to seeing his brother for a short visit whenever the opportunity arose.
Danny was always pleased to host him for a weekend and the Fentons were more than happy to have him over. They may not have been able to adopt Damian but he was just as much their son as Danny was.
Damian just wishes he could return the gesture but if he ever had the Fentons over at Nanda Parbat they would all be dead within the first thirty minutes.
It was best to go to Danny.
Then Damian went to live with Father. It was a rough adjustment and he is not proud of his less-than-optimal reaction to Father's adoptive siblings seeing as the Fentons had proved blood is not required to love a child. It took months of getting used to living there before he was comfortable enough to go visit Danny again.
They spoke every night on the phone, however, since he no longer had to worry about traitorous warriors reporting his contact with a Lost sibling. He told Danny everything about the Waynes, just as Danny told him everything about being Phantom.
They just forgot to tell any of the Waynes about him.
Damian offered to have him over now that he knew Father would never harm his brother, and that the other Wayne children wouldn't kill him either. Danny, ever the most mischievous of the two, had a better idea.
"We could prank the family instead." Danny chirps floating above his bed, headphones in his ear as tries to play videogames upside down. He grins at the screen where Damian stares back at him.
Facetiming Danny can be a bit difficult when his brother has a hard time sitting still.
Damian wasn't strong enough to say no to him.
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"Master Bruce" Alfred didn't shout exactly but it was a near darn thing that had everyone in the cave tensing up. They all turned to an older man who was nervously gesturing to a screen. "We seem to have a guest"
They gather around the older man, watching as a teenage boy wearing baggy oversized sleepwear rampages through the kitchen in an ill-fated attempt to make...a sandwitch?
"How did he get in?" Bruce demands at once watching the boy pour himself a large cup of milk. His face was turned away so they couldn't see him clearly but-
"What are you all babbling about? That's not a guest." Damian scoffs after pushing his way to the front of the computers. He waves a hand at the stranger and it is conveniently at that exact moment that he turns around gulping down his milk.
It's an exact replica of his youngest. What in the world?
"Demon Brat" Jason starts slowly, hand reaching for his gun. Bruce would be angry by that, except he's not exactly sure that his son is standing with them now "Who is that?
"Obviously it's Daniel."
"Who?" Dick asks
Here Damian actually pauses looking around at everyone in as close to alarm as Bruce has ever seen him. "Daniel. My brother. Do you all not remember him?"
"Master Damian, this is the first time I have heard of your brother," Alfred stressed, the tone just a tad bit off from being upset. Damian's eyes widen behind his mask suddenly looking rather small.
He stares at the butler like he has never seen him properly nodding his head to the Batcomputer. "Check for yourself."
"I'll do it." Tim offers strolling over. With Babs on vacation with her father, he is the best with computers. He will know if something has been altered. A few clicks on the keyboard was the only sound within the cave as everyone stood around in unease.
A quick hiss between his teeth has Tim announcing. "Demon Brat isn't lying."
There on the multiple screens is proof that for the past four years- since Damian came to live with them- there was Danny. The brother with a medical condition that made being a Bat impossible.
Tim even had a personal folder- one he made but couldn't remember making based on his wonderous expression- titled "Angel Brat". Apparently, he and Danny got on like a house on fire. At least according to the files.
"Are you all quite sure you have no recollection of Daniel?" Damian questioned. His stance is protective, tense in a way Bruce has come to know as his son being nervous.
None of this makes sense. The last time Damian was this nervous was the last large Justice Leauge mission when all hands were on deck to fix the timeline-
Oh No.
"Damian, on the last rank 10 mission of the league you were the only one on the Watchtower when Flash shifted us back. Even Alfred was commanding a tank that day." He states waiting until his son nods in agreement. Around him, everyone was equally tense likely realizing the same thing.
"I was not alone Father. Daniel was with me. I couldn't possibly control all those stations alone."
Of course.
"Damian, I'm afraid the last mission erased Daniel from our timeline. I do not remember him."
His son's eyes practically bug out of his head. He swings around in small circles looking towards the rest of the family. His jaw clenched at their blank expressions.
None of them remembered Daniel either.
"We must inform Daniel at once-"
"No!" Dick shouts, cutting him off. There was a slump in his shoulders as he spoke much less sharply now. "If we do that, there is a chance that Time will try to force his existence out. It could.... erase Daniel completely."
"So what? We just pretend to know the kid? Lie to him?" Steph scoffs,
"Yeah as much as it sucks. I've worked with Bart long enough to know that there is a real danger in telling Daniel the truth." Tim sighs running his hands over his face.
"That's fucking great." Jason sneers, kicking a chair. Duke's hands are curled into tight fists, while Cass is looking at Damian with a sad frown.
Damian sneers at them, fleeing into the showers. Cass is one step behind him. Likely for the best, his eldest daughter has always been the best one to confine into. If anyone can get Damian talking about his feelings without being too pushy, it's her.
Alfred remains silent but his posture is stiff and straight. He is equally as displeased as his more explosive children. Not that Bruce couldn't blame him.
His heart has already shattered a dozen times over once Daniel's files have been brought up. He has forgotten his son. Has lost him in a way as close to death.
He flickers through them with the family. Everyone wants to remember as much as possible. There is so much. Daniel has a heart condition that has him attached to a heart pump, his consistently cold and is rarely strong enough to wander too far away from the manor.
In fact, he seems to collapse a lot like his legs just become intangible. Talia isn't aware he is still alive- Damian broke the rules to get him out of the league before his plan execution due to his condition.
Despite all of this, Danny had the biggest heart out of them. He seemed to be the kind of person with an easy smile, and happy pun waiting. He is so gentle that Tim's nickname "Angel Brat" is not just a mirror of Damian's
And Bruce forgot him.
To make matters worse the cave's elevator dings on, and down it comes Daniel himself. He looks exhausted, likely not used to being up so late but he smiles at them all warmly anyway
"Hey guys! Welcome home!" He greets. He rushes forward, hugging everyone with ease that not even Dick has been able to do. His movements are done so naturally that this must be how he greets them every night.
Everyone lets him and he doesn't seem surprised by the fact they return the hugs.
Bruce feels like vomiting as his youngest- Damian is older- smiles up at him. "Welcome home Dad! Love you."
"I..." His words catch in his throat. Daniel tilts his head confused but Bruce pushes through wrapping his arms around him just as tightly. "I love you too son."
"Tell the others you love them too" Daniel whispers in his ear. "Don't forget that they need to be shown through words and gestures too Dad!"
Bruce stiffens, unsure if he should but he doesn't have enough information to deny Daniel anything. If he suspects something is wrong he may zap himself out of existence. He can't let that happen.
He pulls back from Daniel after a moment, and then without giving the others warning, he reaches for the child closest to him. Jason yelps as he is dragged into Bruce's warm embrace. "I love you, Jason."
"Ugh what?" Jason sounds confused from above him- when did his little boy get so tall?- but he wraps his arms around him too, giving the beaming Daniel a quick glance before he mutters. "Love you too old man."
Bruce turns to Dick who is practically bouncing on his heels, arms held out. He steps into them easily, grunting as Dick squeezes him with all his might. "I love you, Dick"
"I love you too!"
Tim is staring with wide longing eyes over Dick's shoulder and Bruce knows he will have to hug him next. Behind him, Daniel has moved to embrace both Jason and Steph, which triggered a group-wide personal hug.
Even Alfred is there affording hugs and I love yous.
It's.....nice.
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None of the Bats are good enough to read the body launage as Cass is. She saw the mischievous glee her new brother was hiding as he went around hugging everyone.
Damian taps her wrist. "Will you keep quiet of Daniel's harmless jest?"
She smiles. "Funny. They think they can't say no to him. "
"Oh, Dad! Now that you're back can I paint your nails?" Daniel asks loudly. "I have the best black nail polish!"
"....I suppose that is fine."
Damian cracks a smile. "My brother is a menace."
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1v31182m5 · 5 months
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OKAY SO HERE'S MY FINDING THE LOST AVATAR AU🫵🫵✨✨
Which is an AU about if Aang got out of the iceberg without Katara and Sokka being there, all alone.
İn this AU Aang is a bit more mischiefful and creatue coded, gremlin. He's been all alone for a year by now and he is still scared of all that Avatar thing, having no one to comfort him.
And the gaang (just Katara and Sokka by now) has split up to search for the avatar, some say he was stuck in the spirit realm, some say they are waiting to be waken up, but many don't know that he was just a little boy who could not hold the pressure and lack of confidence in him, made him live outside for a year all alone :((
Like I said, Katara and Sokka are looking for the Avatar because they believe, Aang can save the world. But Aang doesn't.
When Katara finally finds Aang he first tries to hide his secret but gets exposed to her and she is incredibly surprised by how much he is scared, then they lice together for a while, Aang and Katara have so many character developments together.
Yes as you guessed, this is more of a Kataang AU X)
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I did so many more Fanarts of this AU and I'm hoping to do more
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They got so used to eachother so quickly
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Thisss is like a concept art axakbsskcb please I love them so much😭
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ventique18 · 9 months
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A dragon 🌸 who just turned 180 y.o. making fun of her 178 y.o. boyfriend.
🌸: "Can you hand me my coat, boy?"
🐉: "Boy? I am NOT--"
🌸: "Uh uh! Don't you dare speak to you senior like that!"
🐉: "You are practically only a few minutes older--"
🌸: "In what world is two whole years a few minutes? Did you sleep through your entire math class?"
🐉: "Well my egg was birthed earlier than yours. That means I am technically older."
🌸: "Did you fail biology too???"
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weebsinstash · 8 months
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Ok sorry but on my actual freak shit I cannot get this post outta my head until I actually write it and we can all suffer together--
*in an obnoxiously pink voice* New from Mattel, it's platonic yandere Best Friends Forever Ken! This personified golden retriever doesn't MIND being stuck in the Kenzone! He's down for anything, any time, any place, even on girls' night, because what's more feminist than being there to support you at all times, even when you don't actually want him to?
Helping you apply sunscreen at the beach, sitting next to you on amusement park rides, taking you to the movies and talking the whole time, he's got you! Every night is sleepover night! Every night! Forever and ever!
Just don't let him see you talking to Ken! He's no good and looks at you weird! And Ken is bad too! And you know what, Barbie is just taking up TOO much of your time! And Barbie, and Barbie, and, you know what, Allan is fine though. He's just Allan.
Best Friends Forever Ken! Don't try to replace him! Boundaries NOT included!
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reliand · 6 months
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Day 13 of the @basiatlu HPtober2023: Nightmare
This was definitely inspired by Away Childish Things, where Draco's fox patronus watches over Harry while he sleeps. Harry never really had a nightmare while he was with Draco, but I like to think part of it was he finally felt safe and happy and the patronus acted as a guardian to keep him safe even in his dreams
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kisses4lao · 6 months
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Gn reader, not proofread
No thoughts. Only thinking about how Bi han would LOVE blowjobs. Like obviously he'd give his partner oral too, in fact he prefers to give his partner oral. But as our Lord and Savior Childish Gambino once said, 69 is the only dinner for two. Like just imagine okay, reader(aka YOU) and bi han are 69ing. I definitely think bi hans balls would be so unbelievably sensitive. Like you even slightly touch them and he'd be halting his movements just to moan. He definitely isn't very vocal when it comes to sex but when you're blowing him he turns into a little bitch.
But just imagine okay: reader found out bi han did something so awesome: like winning Mortal Kombat idk we all know he wouldn't in the canon but shhhh. And reader decides the best way to reward him is by giving him a nice bubble bath and then giving him endless blowjobs. He ends up getting extremely overstimulated after the first few times he cums and every time after that he begs for you to let him cum again. There's tears in his eyes and his entire body is shaking but he's having the time of his life.
Next day he's walking with a limp and no one knows why.
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waywardskychaser · 3 months
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If y’all wanna add either you’re general region, generations, and why you use the phrase in a reblog that would be cool to :)
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sanzusslutt · 7 months
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Y/N: I hate you.
Ran: Well, according to this picture I drew of us holding hands, that is untrue.
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x-childish-x · 2 years
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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 🥰💞
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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."
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Boo, you really fucked up getting me into slasher movies bc now I'm in HEAT! Esp over Bo Sinclairrrrr 😩😫 I'd let that man use me in so many ways ong. Now it's your fault that I'm in your inbox at 4 am begging for headcanons on him with a s/o who has big boobs LMAO
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⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀COCOA PUFFS !⠀
PAIRING : bo sinclair &&. black female reader
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WARNINGS &&. DETAILS : minors and blank blogs do not interact , nsfw , black coded , chubby/thick coded , best viewed in mobile dark mode , reader has tig ol’ bitties , reader is slightly shy , dirty talk , groping , profanity , rough sex , breeding , honorable mention of ass and thighs , tit slapping , tittyfuckin' , nipple pinching and biting , additional characters , bo is a dominant snowbunny <3
BOO'S NOTE .ᐟ . . . I TOLD YOU you’d get obsessed ! bo is absolutely scrrrrrrumptious, AND he's southern. ugh you already know i wanna give this man the nastiest, sloppiest top ever
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• BEING NICE AND LUSCIOUSLY BUSTY can be a gift and a curse; those who have large breasts know the struggle of how much of a burden they can sometimes become for your back. but fear not, bo sinclair is no stranger to offering to caress his fingers against the smooth melanin that painted your spine. he loved to lean in and leave little kisses upon the backside of your shoulders, too, as his thumbs massaged over every roll and stretch mark your body embraced, a seemingly mischievous but subtle lift at one corner of his mouth. “always usin' them knockers as an excuse. you sure it ain't just you not wantin' to admit that i'm the one who blew it out?” yes, expect many of his sly, vivacious remarks that often earn him a playful nudge to the chest.
• the “my eyes are up here” comment goes into one ear and out the other with him, so you might as well save it. maybe he’d try to hide the fact that he was staring directly at your cleavage when you two first meet and he was attempting to appear friendly enough to lure you into the traps of sinclair misdeeds, but ever since you became his and he added a ring to that pretty little finger, he did it shamelessly—and how could he not? god, the way they always spilled over the low-cut hemming of your tops and crammed against one another to create that narrow lineation between your tits that he loved so much—it drove him crazy. those blue eyes can’t help but tumble ever so slowly towards the space underneath your collarbone, and he finds such amusement in your flustered state whenever you catch those erotic glances as well.
• you know very well how to put on your bras all on your own, of course, but sometimes you’ll still ask for assistance just for the sake of feeling his touch graze your skin if he’s already inside the room while you’re getting dressed. he’s had his experiences with different women in the past before he met you, so, smug smirk and all, clipping it on for you expertly was no problem.
• he definitely teases you about the faint outline of your nipples that pop against the fabric of your shirt when you decide to go the day without a bra.
• he loves to feel you up from behind. whether it be during the days or nights you chose to cook at the stove, or whether it be as you both stood inside the shower together, you’ll always feel his arms slowly veil your waist and his teeth tug at your neck and earlobe, letting you know exactly what he wanted. his hands journey that familiar, raunchy pathway to deliciously grope your tits and roll the nipple between his index and thumb, chuckling when you gasped with speechless pleasure. it all comes at the most unexpected of moments, and even sometimes happens right in front of either one of his brothers, to whom he audaciously gifts a wink to as if to say 'i bet you wish you had somethin' like this, huh?'
• as good as he is at putting a bra on, is as good as he is at removing one. he enjoys watching how your breasts fall out as soon as his finger unclasps the final hook, as if they’d been waiting for him all day. sometimes he didn’t return home from the station until after midnight when you were already tangled within his sheets, but boy, as soon as you heard the soft creak of the front door opening downstairs, your heart started to tremble hearing those gradual footsteps pace towards the room, and his footsteps alone are what can spur you to become a needy mess in just a single snap of his heel kissing the floor; your pussy aching to squeeze herself around him, your nipples twisting themselves into stiff, pretty browns underneath your garment and ready to be fed to his tongue.
• he sucks your tits just as hard as he may inhale the smoke from a cigarette whenever he’s pissed or stressed, and those teeth never miss a chance to nibble at the center.
• being a man born and raised in louisiana, he preffered his women to be on the thicker side of things, and he liked them thick all around, meaning not only was he infatuated with your chest, but your ass and thighs were two bonuses. the bigger, the better, and in his opinion, what good was sex if there was nothing for him to grab a hold on as he dicked the absolute (s)creams out of a pretty broad? he may have been a skinny white boy, but you best believe he still knew how to handle a thick black woman in the bedroom. it was all a part of his natural charm, and if it was one thing a black woman loved in a man during sex, it was passionate aggression. luckily for you, bo enlightened you the very first day you two began romancing in that velvety, southern cadence, "hope you like aggressive, honey. mama always said it was a family trait.." and boy, did he make sure you found out about that.
• that being said, the headboard slamming against the wall is nothing in comparison to the “look at me when you fuckin’ take this cock” that growls from his tongue as his hips repeatedly snap against the back of your thighs when your calves begin rising towards the ceiling and resting atop his shoulders. failure to comply or shying away only results in him roughly grabbing your chin and forcing you to do so, his other hand swinging back then forward to land a nice, stinging slap upon one of your tits, grabbing a handful of it after. “ah, don’t you go hidin’ on me now, baby. i wanna see the look in those eyes when i fill you and your fat tits up.” bo definitely has a mouth on him when it comes to sex. he does not give a single care whether vincent or lester can hear the both of you or not. he was the man of the house. he owned you. not them.
• he loves the full view he receives when you're on top driving your juicy cunt down the few veins of his shaft, the way your tits bounce and how heavy they are when his palms reach up and enwrap the pillowlike flesh into the curves of each knuckle. sometimes he’ll grab your hips or ass for balance and begin fucking his hips upwards, his pale thighs hitting the underside of your asscheeks in a ferocious CLAP CLAP CLAP just to watch those titties jump further within his face, his tongue hanging over his lip in attempt to playfully catch one of your nipples. your eyes were rolling into the back of your skull at that point, fucked so damn dumb that all you could summon were hiccups and stuttered bits and pieces of his name. “yeah, baby, that’s the shit i like to hear. keep singin’ for me.. tell me how good this dick feels.”
• if it's one place he loves being besides the warmth of your pussy after it's been stuffed with his messy seed, it’s balls deep between your tits. “look at ‘em fuckin’ puckerin’ for me..” he mutters in a sexdrunk tone, watching as your nipples hardened again when his fingers plucked and pinched at them. flat on your back and him straddling your stomach, obediently you spread your tits and let his cock slide within the oiled valley, closing them around it. he immediately hissed, grinding his hips slowly forward until his balls were pressed against the underside of your breasts. "shit, darlin'.." a breathy chuckle escapes his mouth, viewing as they almost covered him completely. "tits just fuckin' eat me up, don't they? fuckin' hell, woman, i can't get enough’a you."
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madoc played fuck marry kill with eva alone.
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mandomaterial · 8 months
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Kylo with an oblivious, innocent girlie
Kylo thinks you’re adorable, too innocent for this world, he found you one day at an underground auction, completely unaware of what was happening, you were a jolly thing, truly, too trusting and too nice. You’d been scammed and taken advantage of far too often and lastly you ended up in this place, locked in a cage and on display for all the wild animals people call men. He was there on business, trying to find some relic but when he walked past you he had to do a double take. How could a sweet pretty thing like you be in a cage? He kneeled down, making himself smaller and less intimidating, in hopes of not frightening you and it worked. With a small voice you greeted him, a smile on your face as if nothing was wrong. Kylo was utterly baffled, did you not realize what was happening? He asked if you knew why you were locked up but and you answered truthfully, you didn’t know, but it wasn’t that bad. You told him not to worry and that you were fine but that just made him worry more. He decided that you were too much of an angle to be placed into some slavers hands or worse, you weren’t the type of girl that should be kept on a leash by perverts, so he made up his mind and bid on you.
And he won easily and the auctioneer must have thought he bought you for pleasure because as you were brought out to him, kylo noticed instantly that you were stripped of your clothes that already barely covered anything, you were just wrapped in a ribbon. Literally, the wrapped a pale pink, thick ribbon around your chest and hips, he did have to admit that you looked utterly adorable and the least bit seductive, but this wasn’t the place. As soon as they did the hand over, he slung his cape around your shoulders, almost swaddling you like a child, making sure that you were completely covered from head to toe, but that brought another problem, you could barely walk, being wrapped up in the thick fabric, so Kylo did the next best thing, ha asked if it would be okay for him to carry you, patiently awaiting your answer. Of course you agreed and you were all smiles, he carefully picked you up and carried you off onto his ship.
Now a couple months had passed, you grew close and somehow got into a relationship. You were still as oblivious and innocent as ever, seeing the best in everyone and everything. That’s why Kylo had to keep a close eye on you, mostly he would tell you to stay in his quarters and you followed everything he said, laying your complete trust in him. You stayed and tried to occupy yourself, fortunately Kylo gifted you lots of activities! To Kylo they seemed utterly childish and useless, but he saw how much joy they brought you so he couldn’t help but get you new things every time they made a stop. You asked for things like colouring books and coloured pencils or markers, other times for fabric and sewing needles and another for pearls and beads. He got you everything he could get his hands on and he loved watching you use his gifts. Sometimes when he finds the time, hell check on you over the cameras, only to find you colouring something on your shared bed, he can never stifle his smiles as you remind him so much or his childhood. His life was hard, honestly, he was thrown into training early on and it really heals his inner child whenever you ask him to join in and he can’t refuse his darling, can he? So he ends up helping you color in a random sketch or outline, his hands are rough and a little clumsy, not used to the small movement but he really does enjoy it and he loves when you finish your drawing and stick it in your folder.
There have been a couple incidents where you started wandering, often bumping into troopers and starting conversations with them, at first everyone thought that you were an escapee and they dragged you back to a cell, but you never complained, they were just doing their job after all! And oh boy, that gave Kylo a scare, he came back to his empty rooms and panic flooded his systems. Where the fuck were you? He grabbed his sabre and rushed down halls and corridors, trying to find you. That’s until he overheard a pair of troopers talking about a cute girlish prisoner and he instantly knew they were talking about you. He rushed over and rescued you from that uncork cell and you were so happy to see him, you were so bored in there, and the people next to you were so loud as well! After that, he made you Promis to tell him whenever you go wandering and he made you promise to wear a little pendant that had a tracker built in, he explained that it was for whenever you got lost or needed his help, you just needed to tap the back a few times and he’d know.
You’re the only one who gets to call him Kylo and you’re the only one he’s gentle with. He’s practically forced to be soft with you, how can he refuse you when you ask for a piggyback ride? Or when you ask for hugs and cuddles so adorably? How can he refuse you when you want to braid his hair and how can he say no when you want to Rey your hand at baking with him? You’re basically a princess and you get to do anything and everything you want to. He lets you dress however you want, if that cute frilly dresses or his shirt and pants, the only rule is that you have to change out of you pyjamas. But oh how he loves when you wear his clothes, you look so adorable! Completely dwarfed and stumbling over the fabric, your soft hair flowing over your shoulders as you try to roll up the sleeves of his shirt. He almost dies of cuteness overload every time.
Sometimes you decide to accompany him to the gym, where he decides to show off a little, you tell him how he makes it look so easy and that you want to try too! Then you’re hanging off the pull-up bar as you try to force your muscles up, you manage one but your struggling real hard with the second one, Kylo always gives you a little push, telling you that you’re doing such a good job and you really feel proud after your one and a half pull-ups! You sit down on one of the mats and watch as he does about fifty at an amazing speed, your eyes trail a little lower and you watch his tank top kling to his chest tightly, showing off all his muscles as they flex, you cant help but drool a little, how is he so handsome? Of course Kylo notices your little flushed cheeks and he feels proud, proud that you find him attractive, he finishes his work out and moves on to his sabre. He notices that you seem curious about it so he offers to let you hold it and you almost jump at the chance. He tells you to stand in front of him as he wraps his strong, large hands around your soft ones, helping you hold the sabre, then he ignites it. Red light ans a buzzing sound fils the room as you gasp in amazement. Kylo guides your movement with precision as you swing it around, careful not to hit anything. His chest is pressed up against your back and his nose nuzzled into the crook of your neck, giving you little kisses.
You truly are the perfect partner for him. His complete opposite but perfect for home, like two sides of the same coin.
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