Finding Out You're Pregnant Scenarios!

Okay, okay, the girly ass giggle I just made, I feel like a goddamn middle schooler..

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ehe… uhm my first time startin one of these i just wanna spread some positivity, i don’t like seeing people down n’ stuff 🥺

I now have a MAJOR dirty talking kink 😭 So when I write for Ani again, which will be smut and hell, for the later planned First Glance parts, it will become MANDATORY for me to produce a dirty-talking Ani, and that's it. Thanks Janitor Ai 😀

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Here it is! I think I got it on Pinterest?? I can't rememberr

A New Chapter

You trotted over the endless sand on the boring planet of Tatooine. You had just come back from accompanying Luke on his Jedi trainings, and told him you were going to take off. When you reached the shared hut, you announced yourself. "Hey." You said, meeting Shmi and Padme's eyes and they both smiled. "Where's Cliegg?" You asked, wanting to make sure that you all were alone. "He's out in town looking for some more parts." Shmi told you and you nodded. "What about Anakin?" You turned to Padme. "The Jedi Temple." She answered. You nodded.

"What's your plan?" Asked Shmi, turning to face you. "Well..." You started, eyes shifting nervously as you tried to form your plan. "Y\N, you know Luke would be more than happy to marry you." Padme assured you, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder. Shmi nodded. "He's already in love with you." You sigh. "I know, I know. We've been together for as long as I can remember and... why hasn't he said anything about it?" You frown. "Luke's nervous, you know that. He's very frightened by the aspect of you not accepting marriage." She tells you. "I'm sure he'll ask you soon, dear." Shmi says, her hand now on your other shoulder.

Luke's POV

"Are you gonna marry her or what?" Anakin asks. Luke shrugs, his face as red as a tomato at the topic of the conversation flustered him. "Y-yes." He said, his voice low and unconfident. Anakin frowns. Once they get back, Anakin greets all of you, giving Shmi a kiss on her forehead, Padme an actual kiss and you a head pat. Shmi and Padme look at you hopefully, seeing as Luke wasn't in the room, but still outside. You leave the hut in order to go after your boyfriend. "Hey? Luke?" You ask, once you spot him gazing at the weakening sky with thoughtful eyes. "O-oh, hi." He smiled, noticing you and pulled you into a tight hug. "How was your day?" You ask, slight concern in your tone. "It was great! Really. How was yours?" His blue eyes like that of the ocean, looking into them for too long surely would cause you to get lost. "My day was awesome." You answer, all of the worry and concern in your tone instantly replaced by love and tenderness, seeing his gorgeous eyes always eased any pain in your soul. He chuckles, grinning in happiness hearing your day was fine.

Dinner came and Shmi worked on it, as Cliegg was just coming home, he gave his wife a sweet kiss. "Luke, how was your training?" He asked, sitting in a chair with a sigh and slight grunt, showing his tiredness. Luke's eyes lit up at the topic of his training as they always did, showing how much he appreciates the idea of becoming a Jedi, to protect those he cares about, which is everyone in front of him. "It was great! I think I'm getting better at swinging, don't you think, dad?" Luke's voice was ecstatic and his eyes sparkled as this head inclined towards his father. Anakin was chuckling, a hint of a smirk on his face, a proud one as he met his son's gaze. "Yep. A natural of course, like me." Padme smiled, a small giggle escaping from her throat. Cliegg nodded, satisfied at the news.

Once after dinner, Luke came closer to you. "Hey, Y\N, can I talk to you?" You nod, confused as to what might be wrong. You don't realize that everyone was leaning in, to hear what Luke was going to say with anticipation. "What is it, Luke?" You ask, slightly worried, and when you see him look into yours eyes with his pools of sky-like shimmering, a box appearing from behind his back. You look at it, even more perplexed and he whispers to you, in the most soft, tender and affectionate voice. "Will you marry me, Y\N?" It takes a very long minute to process the request, and you can hear squeals coming from the other room. "Yes!" You reply, a huge smile radiating on your face as he opens the box and slips a hand-made engagement ring onto your ring finger, smiling and kissing you with pure delight.

Shmi squeals, Padme practically cries with how happy she is, as she sees you both enter the room, they pull you into a bear hug and Anakin ruffles Luke's hair affectionately. Cliegg claps as he cheers you both on. The look in Luke's eyes, of pure happiness fill you with happiness. You didn't ever understand what you did to deserve such a heavenly boyfriend.

THE MOMENT I SAW THIS I CHECKED MY PINTEREST AND IT'S ON MINE TOO-

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Christmas With Them Scenarios! (Part One)

Han Solo: It was your first Christmas together. Han was jittery and nervous, he's only ever had Christmas with his parents and that was when he was way younger. Especially when he would see you stringing up the different Christmas lights around the Falcon and tree. He did not want to mess this up. "Hey there, sweets. What're you up to now?" He inquires, snaking his arms securely around your waist, resting his head on your shoulder. "Hey. I'm working on these ornaments now. What do you think the pattern should be?" You ask, one hand going to hold his over your waist. He shrugs. "Whatever you think fits, dollface." You nod, gazing at the tree for a few more seconds before moving, causing Han to unwrap his hands from your waist and retract his head. With an air of curiosity you grab two different colored ornaments and hold them side by side in each of your hands, trying to determine if they will go together. Shrugging you find them appealing, so you hook them onto the tree.

"What about the presents?" Luke chimes in, coming from behind Han. "I'm workin' on it!" Han frowns at him and you chuckle softly. "No worries, I've got a handful of presents already wrapped." Han jerks his head toward you. "Did you get me one already?" You nod. "Of course. Why?" Han's frown deepens into a scowl. "Nothing, nevermind. Be right back."

He runs out of the hallway you both were in and goes down into the little workshop Leia had established. "Leia." He calls for her. "Yeah?" She calls back, her voice nonchalant as she cleans her disassembled blaster. "I need your help. With this Christmas thing." "What about it?" She questions, not turning to him. "I don't know what to get Y\N. She's already got me something." At this, Leia turns, her eyebrow raised, sighing softly. "Look, just get Y\N something that's sentimental. Something that's a part of you. Knowing her, she'll love it." Han nods, thanking Leia and racing back into the Falcon and opening a hidden compartment, grabbing a little trinket he knows is perfect. (Well, as perfect as he can get.) Entering your shared room, he hastily wraps the present. The next day, on Christmas morning, Luke, Leia, you, Chewie and Han assemble by the tree, either sitting or standing. The bottom of the tree littered with shiny wrapping paper.

"Alright! Are we ready?" You announce, distributing the appropriate presents to the twins, Chewie and Han. Han gazes at the present, although wrapped, he knew you had poured your heart and soul into each and every one of these presents. Sitting next to Han, you see as he slips you the small, squared present and smile lovingly at him, your eyes gleaming with adoration and pure happiness. Nodding to the others, you all open your presents, Luke and Leia opening theres and smiling to each other happily, Chewie grumbling\grunting just as merrily as you open Han's present for you. You gasp softly, to see a wooden, factory\partially handmade bracelet of all of the planets Han has been to. You smile at him, unable to form words, leaning in and hugging him tightly. "You deserve it."

Luke Skywalker: Still living with his aunt and uncle, he was still required to handle the harvest and take care of his Jedi duties with Ben, earning him no real breaks. However, with Christmas coming up, at dinner you announce the question you had been dying to ask of his aunt and uncle. "Do you guys think it would be bad if we all had Christmas together?" Aunt Beru takes a moment to think. "I don't see why not." You smile and nod, turning to Uncle Owen. He shrugs. "As long as Luke promises to work on the farm after." Luke nods affirmatively. "I promise."

"Then sure." More eager than ever, you finish dinner and hastily clean the dishes with precision and anticipation. You take Luke's landspeeder and scavenge the traders and ask as many people as you can if they have any parts that could be used to make multiple lights. With seemingly no hope, you ask one last person and to your surprise and relief, they had quite a few parts that you could use to make a few Christmas lights. After that, you worked diligently with Luke and Aunt Beru to create a string of lights that would fit a tree. Speaking of a tree, you had yet to get one. "I'll get it." Luke insists and you nod. "Okay, but be careful." He kisses your cheek. "Always." Before leaving to try and find a tree. In the meantime, you find (With Aunt Beru's help) a box of ornaments, mix and matched, but they would do.

Finally after a few hours Luke came back with a medium sized tree, giggling happily you go over to him, kissing him with both glee and impressiveness. Both Luke and Uncle Owen help plant the tree in a great spot inside the center of the house, quickly you string up the lights, turning them on and taking a break to eat some dinner for the night. "Do we have any ornaments?" Uncle Owen asks, gazing at Aunt Beru and then you. "Yeah, we found a box earlier." You confirm. He nods. After dinner and doing the dishes, you and Luke hook the ornaments onto the tree while Uncle Owen and Aunt Beru stand back, holding each other as they marvel at the sight of their nephew having his first Christmas with the love of his life.

Lastly, presents had to be wrapped and you were on it. You had found a custom present for Luke and a few for Aunt Beru and Uncle Owen, wrapping it in crisp paper and setting it under the tree, as you do this, Luke finishes a few for his aunt and uncle and for you. On the morning of Christmas, both you and Luke hurried to the tree and sat patiently waiting for Aunt Beru and Uncle Owen to awake. "Are you ready? Go ahead." Tells Aunt Beru. With eagerness like children, you both unwrap your presents, giving Aunt Beru and Uncle Owen their respective presents as you open the presents from each other. Opening the present you gave him, tears threatened to spill over his eyes. He was so happy. "Thank you so much, Y\N." He exclaimed, kissing you sweetly as you smile lovingly at him. "You're welcome."

As you open the present he gave you, your eyes twinkled, and you remain speechless for a few seconds. The present was a handmade ornament which was a painted version of R2-D2. You laugh quietly and turn to Luke, hugging him tightly. "It's perfect, so, so perfect."

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Hi, are you going to continue with Happiness and Tears? it's a very beautiful story <3 I hope you continue it, please don't abandon it🥺 . I like how you write about the SW characters , I must tell you that I would like to see more of Anakin he is my favorite ❤️

Hi! You are the first person to ask me anything <3

I was procrastinating on Happiness and Tears because very few people liked it and it was very difficult to write. But because you asked, I will post part three today <33

And thank you so much! Sweetheart, you made my day <33 Would you like to be tagged maybe in Happiness and Tears??

Destined (Part Two)

It had been a few years since you started training under Darth Vader. He believed you had tons of potential and wasn't very hard on you, but he was quite inattentive in the field of giving you attention more than for training or whatever random questions you have.

Your feelings had spiked, you had to admit, but how was this even possible? You were already convinced you love him, so why does it feel like you do more? Maybe it's because you are closer to him than ever before. Today was no different from yesterday, you had training and more alone time. "Master, are you ready?" You asked, taking off the gloomy black cloak he had gifted you and taking your lightsaber off of your hip, assuming a stance. However, you were cut short when you saw Vader staring at something and you sensed his emotions, he was... sad? You approached him, wondering what you would find.

"Master?" You uttered, touching his shoulder very slightly. His breathing spiked, and he instinctively turned around and when he spotted you, you felt his emotions shift into the expressionless Vader you knew. "Yes?" He asked, his breathing slowing. "Are you... alright?" You asked cautiously, trying your best not to get on his bad side anymore than you might've already. He gazed at you, his helmeted head seeming to lean down slightly and the shaded black lenses in his helmet for his eyes, you felt like he was looking at you. "No." He answered simply, now his gaze shifted away from you, out into Space. "Why?" You peered up at him. The situation was odd, he never answered your questions like that, frankly, he barely answered any personal questions. "Luke, Luke Skywalker." He answered, and you tilted your head. "What about him?" Vader looked at you. "He is my son." He seemed to be trying to gauge your reaction to this.... surreal information.

"What?" Vader nodded simply, now clasping his hands behind his back in a seemingly thoughtful attempt to give you more time to process it. "When I was a boy, I met a Jedi Master, Qui-Gon Jinn.... He insisted I become a Jedi, and rebelled against the Council a multitude of times. His Padawan, Obi-Wan Kenobi took to promising him to train me when Qui-Gon died. I was trained for ten years, took the trials, and passed. Alas, was not put on the Jedi Council in the rank of Master.... Until I witnessed a Jedi go against the Code, they were plotting to take over. I did what I had to, and my wife, pregnant with my child, died; I killed her." Your body shivered, and you practically froze. He did what? He looked back out the window. "Luke is my child." He said, his voice filled with determination, determination for what? "Master... if you do catch Luke, what are you to do with him?"

Vader looked back down at you, as if you should already know the answer and you thought for a second, and when the epiphany hit you, you gasped. "You're going to train him? Bring him over to the Dark Side?" Vader didn't reply. "But what about me? Was I... a pawn? This entire time?" Tears prickled in your eyes, and Vader looked back at you. "Your training is almost complete." He breathed, before sweeping away, out of the room without a single care in the world to how it made you feel. You stood there, dumbfounded. You thought he cared for you, and that he actually saw you as what the Empire needed... Maybe you were wrong.

I could not agree more.

Well, good morning.

To the anon who sent me three long and very passionate asks expressing how disgusting I am, how much of a freak I am, how little shame I have, that I don't have moral compass, a brain... too much insults to list.

Of course I deleted them, I don't have the time nor the energy to argue with people online. What I post on my blog is mine. Sorry if that upsets you but the best I can do for you is to tag the appropriate warnings because people don't like some stuff and sorry if you had to go through a traumatic experience but you should know that everyone reacts differently to trauma.

You said it yourself anon, you don't know the shit I've been through, you don't know what I experienced and what not, and you don't know even remotely close how much writing helps me cope with my personal issues. My obvious mental illness? That I should see a doctor? I have! And she is lovely! Honestly, people use traumatic and horrifying situations all the time not only for books, but movies, series... but when I do it in my blog it is wrong? Just because I chose to express it through words, I don't think that gives you the right to insult me. Many people write about so many things that are considered traumatic experiences such as SA, abusive relationships, even suicide, and you know why I don't go and tell them they are a fucking freak?

Because I don't care.

Because whatever they do with your life is their problem. The only thing I draw the line is when it is not 18+ stuff. In every fic I've had about the "incest writing", I explicitly mentioned it's not blood related. It is either an established relationship where it is merely a fantasy, or it is a «stepcest» situation. If I don't like something, I block it. I block the person and blog the tag. We are talking about a fictional character, someone who doesn't exist, someone who doesn't have a right in this. And that's the only thing I have to say to that matter.

You are choosing to wake up and send literal hate to someone who exists. Someone with feelings, with trauma, with personal issues, and without truly knowing how they can react to being criticized on their own personal space. To me a blog has to feel safe, and if you were trying to make me feel guilty or to feel ashamed... I'm sorry but it won't happen. Like I said before, I cannot take seriously anon hate. The whole concept is pretty obvious.

And I wasn't going to say anything, but I honestly won't let you talk bad about my friends. They don't deserve it. If you have a problem then let's keep it between you and me, alright? Cool. And I'm not going to insult you they way you did to me because despite the allegations I am genuinely a nice person 🩵.

— Asks.

A Day with Ourselves

A\N: THIS IS MY FIRST SMUT FIC!!!! Leave suggestions!

Warnings: Unprotected sex, p in v, car sex?? it's my first sex anything sooo! Kinda long?

It was rare to have your boyfriend all to yourself. You awake slowly, eyes fluttering as your brain comes to life. You move your hand to the side of your bed, trying to feel if Luke was still there. To your surprise, he was. Luke let out a sleepy groan. "Hey..." He whispered in your ear, turning to face you and wrap an arm around you. "Hi." You chuckle, going to give him a kiss, now waking up more to get properly ready for the day.

"Where are you going?" He asks, looking up at you as you stand up and stretch. "To get dressed. We're going to have fun today." You announce, grabbing some clothes and shimmying out of your pajamas. Luke tilts his head, propping himself on his elbows. "What? Why?" You scoff. "Because you aren't doing anything! You would've been gone by now, silly." He chuckles and gets up, putting his white robes on.

"You got me there." He smirks, going into the kitchen with you. Aunt Beru was busy making breakfast. "Luke!" She exclaims, going to kiss his cheek. "Y\N." She kisses your cheek as well. Then, goes back over to the food, stirring the powder a few times until it heats up and becomes puffy bread. You and Luke sit side by side, ready to eat. You smile to yourself as you think of what you both could do. Once you have the perfect idea, you don't say anything, wanting to surprise Luke.

Finishing breakfast, Luke turns to you. "What do you have in mind?" He asks, his crystal eyes as vibrant as you remember, enlightened by curiosity. You smile and ruffle his hair as you stand up. "We'll be back, Aunt Beru." You say as you begin to walk out. Luke follows you with a childish curiosity. He loved how you surprised him and got so mysterious about it. The two of you strolled over to Luke's red X-34 Landspeeder. He tilts his head at you and hops in the passenger seat as you pilot.

"Where are we going, Y\N?" Luke gazes at you, then his gaze shifts to the landscape. Sand. You both drive out for awhile in silence, Luke trying to gauge where the both of you were heading, what you had in plan, by way of direction. After a bit, you turn off the speeder and The suns were high in the sky, making the heat even more intense.

You sit comfortably on the leather seat of the speeder, and turn to look at Luke, and he looks back at you. Leaning in slowly, you capture his sweet lips in an even sweeter kiss. The feeling of his mouth against yours sends a delicious shiver down your spine as the two of you yearn to be closer. He pulls you into his lap, straddling him with expertise.

"I need you." He whispers against your lips, his breath coming out in short, steamy pants. You smile to yourself and look down at him. "I need you more." He wraps his arms around your waist, desperately wanting you closer. He lets out needy whines as you trail passionate kisses against his tanned neck. Your teeth scrape against the sensitive skin of his neck, resulting in him bucking his hips against you. You smirk devilishly, and trace a thumb against his bottom lip, his innocent, crystal blue eyes glaze and his hands tighten around the flesh of your hips.

Surely he would've known he needed this. A stress-relief. You grind against him, feeling his erection grow more and more steadily. The suns begin to go down, revealing the gorgeous lavender and orange striped sky. What a novel. The sight of Luke below you, writhing and begging to be inside you, all with one look. The lust-filled glazed eyes of your husband only have one goal. You. "Please, Y\N... I need to be in you. D-don't tease me." How could you ever say no? He's so gorgeous like this, below you, wanting to please you with the most tender intentions. Almost always creating an electric current in your core, resulting in immediate arousal.

"Of course, my sweet boy." You smile warmly, despite your devious intentions. You move to tug off your breezy pants and soaked underwear. The chill of the decreasing heat in the evening air on your bare cunt always elicits an almost silent gasp, causing Luke to grow harder yet. He reaches into his pants and shamelessly palms himself a few times to reach full length at the sight. Then, with a look in your eyes, he aligns himself with your seeping entrance, lazily trying to stretch you out with the head of his cock before pushing in fully.

Of course when he does, he lets out a moan even louder than yours and bottoms out a bit. Granted, once you give him an affirmative nod, he is moving at a slightly fast pace. "Gah, d-damn... s-sweetheart!" He whimpers, moving faster. Your eyes roll back with the amount of sweet pleasure he is giving you. The familiar coil in your stomach forming, and he buries his head into your chest, bouncing you on his cock.

Once you can feel he is about to cum, the feeling of the coil finally letting go is imminent. He pounds into you and you grip his shoulders. His grip on your hips is tight enough to leave a mark, but you can't think. The pleasure flooding out any rational thoughts, as you both release with a symphony of sweet moans and groans. He peppers comforting kisses as he watches his cum ooze out of you, the sight makes him happy, proud, satisfied. "I love you, Y\N." You smile, coming back to your senses. "I love you too, Luke."