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Star Wars Kink Meme Round #1
Rules For Everyone:
- YKINMKATO (Your kink is not my kink, and that's okay.) No kinkshaming or wank/flames/y'know generally being a dick.
- All Star Wars films and related media are welcome. You can go as obscure as you want.
- RPF is allowed
All comments must be anon.Lbr, if it doesn't bother you guys it doesn't bother me.
- Use the subject for your prompt with the pair, general idea, any kinks, or specific requirements.
- You can post as many prompts as you like, as long as the prompts are different. They can be somewhat similar.
- You may second a post, but you may not piggyback and request different specifications from the original prompt. However, you may create a similar prompt inspired with your own specifications.
- Cross posting prompts is fine by me. If you've posted prompts at tfa-kink, and they've gotten lost in the mix, you can post them here!
- You are not allowed to create prompts for the purpose of mocking a previous prompt. I see you. Just don't.
- Warnings are courteous, but not necessary. Use DW Blocker if there is anything you don't want to see.
- Art and other media fills are welcome.
- Multiple fills are cool. Therefore, a prompt is considered filled, but still "open."
- You may post a link to your tumblr/ao3 account/ or any other website as long as it is accessible.
- You may link to a previously written fic in a comment, but it does not count as a fill.
- If you could post [FILL] in the subject of your fill, that would be awesome.
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Fill: Honours And Oil (Han/Luke - 2/2)
(Anonymous) 2015-12-30 09:13 pm (UTC)(link)The oil soaks into the white fabric until it starts to turn slightly transparent, and Han can see the pink of Luke’s cock through it.
Han isn’t sure if it’s Luke or himself that sends the thought that makes the tentacles finally drag the briefs down over Luke’s hips. Luke’s cock slaps up against his stomach, and the muscles of his abs jump a little. Han is mesmerised; at some point a tentacle settled across his shoulders and he pets at it distractedly, gaze never leaving Luke’s body.
Tentacles slither around Luke’s cock, the appendages maybe the width of two of Han’s fingers. They cradle his balls, twist along the base, the very tip of one pressing down against the slit.
Han’s pretty sure the tentacle at Luke’s waist is the only thing holding him upright. He’s pretty sure the tentacle at his own waist is the only thing holding him upright.
More tentacles gather between Luke’s legs, wrapping around his cock until Han can’t even see the flesh of it anymore for the writhing purple around it. It startles him into looking up, and he realises that the thin tips of two tentacles are toying with Luke’s nipples, tickling over his ribs. There’s a thicker one wrapped loosely around his neck, and Luke’s face is flushed, his mouth open as he breathes heavily, his pupils blown.
The tentacle at Han’s shoulders carefully pulls off his robe. He barely notices, instinctively moving his shoulders to make it easier.
Luke’s eyelashes are fluttering, his head tipping back. Han’s gripping the tentacles in his hands hard enough that it should probably hurt, but they only twist excitedly in his palms.
He registers his own briefs getting peeled off and pulled down his legs, mostly because of how good it feels to not have the tight fabric clinging to his cock, hard and red and already wet even without the touch of that oil.
A tentacle reaches up to slide over Luke’s lower lip. It leaves the flesh shiny, and Luke’s mouth opens readily, and Han hears himself blurt out, “Wait!”
The tentacles around Han’s body vanish instantly. No, not vanish - they turn into liquid as if the flesh was never really solid to begin with, even though Han felt the evidence of it for himself. Purple liquid rains down onto the ooze at their feet, and Han’s pushing forward on autopilot. He half-expects the ooze to be difficult to wade through, because it had felt like jelly around his calves before, but it’s actually easier to move through than water.
Luke’s reaching for him in the second before Han stumbles into his space, hands pushing into Luke’s hair and dragging him forward into a kiss fierce enough to bruise.
Luke groans against him, so damn earnest that Han wants to punch himself for not doing this sooner, for not just hauling Luke in and kissing him that first time he felt the urge, back on the Falcon as they fled Mos Eisley and this mouthy brat couldn’t keep his sassy little comments to himself.
They’ve wasted so much time, years they could have been together, and it feels like all those almosts and maybes are swelling around them, making the kiss needier and needier. The tentacles around Luke loosen, and then they’re curling around them both, drawing Han and Luke’s bodies closer, and Han rocks his cock against Luke’s hip and drags his tongue along Luke’s teeth.
The tentacles tighten, and Luke bucks against him. Thinner appendages wriggle into the scant space between their bodies, and Han’s curse gets lost in Luke’s mouth as he feels them wrap around his cock. They’re moving constantly, like they’re wringing sensation out of him, but gentle, teasing. The oil cools his skin, the tentacles heat him up, and Han’s hands drop to Luke’s shoulders, clinging to him as the touch surrounds him.
Luke breaks the kiss with a gasp. His mouth falls open, blinking rapidly; Han feels the shift of his hips, the way he’s rocking up on to his toes. It’s a growing suspicion that makes Han lower his hand, sliding it down Luke’s back and stroking over the tentacles there.
A grunt is forced out of him when he feels it, the realisation hitting him like a punch, and the tentacles around his cock begin to writhe. There’s oil spread along the cleft of Luke’s ass, making the slide of Han’s fingers there slippery-smooth, and Luke’s hands dig into his skin when Han traces a thumb over the tentacle that’s pushing its way into his ass.
“Fuck, Luke,” he hears himself rasp, and Luke buries his face against Han’s neck, his hair soft against Han’s cheek and his hips thrusting up hard against Han’s stomach.
He runs the pad of his finger across Luke’s rim, feeling where he’s slowly being stretched. He can’t see, although he wants to, he wants to so bad it makes him tremble, but he can feel the width of it, the way it’s growing a little thicker as Luke takes more of it.
“You should -” Luke gasps distractedly. “I want you to feel this, too.”
Han’s heart is already hammering, but it feels like his pulse flutters even faster at those words. He couldn’t, it’s too strange, but even as he’s trying to deny it, he knows what he wants.
Today is apparently a day for giving in to desires.
A tentacle slides up between his thighs, tentative in the way it touches him, like it senses his initial hesitation. Han presses a kiss to Luke’s ear and spreads his legs in as blatant an invitation as he can manage.
The tentacle’s tip drags across the skin behind Han’s balls, the cooling sensation making his cock leak against Luke’s skin. It goes slow, telegraphing every move, and Han’s shaking slightly by the time the tip presses down against his hole. It’s only the lightest pressure, letting him adjust to it, and Han feels like he’s been a passenger on this trip up until now, but his usual impatience is blinking back to life. His back arches, pushing into the touch, and then the very tip is sliding inside him.
He drags in a breath, eyes squeezing shut, and lets his body be opened.
The slide of it is smooth, oil making everything slippery. Han’s muscles tense up for a beat and then relax again, and it pushes deeper. He’s stretched, and knowing Luke is experiencing the same thing only makes it hotter.
He noses at Luke’s neck, tugs at him until he can cradle Luke’s face, until he can pull him back into a kiss that’s messy and greedy, lips moving distractedly against each other as the tentacles fuck them both. Han’s hand is still on Luke’s ass, and he can trace the tentacle with his fingers, feel how the one inside of Luke has already grown thicker than the one that’s pushing into him. It ripples beneath his fingers and Luke cries out, his whole body pushing forward in surprise.
Han clenches down on the tentacle inside of him, body reacting to the lust in Luke’s voice. Those bumps beneath the tentacle’s skin drag along his insides, creating sweet thrills of friction through the oil, and the tentacles around his cock have been content to move gently but now they begin to stroke him with more determination.
They’re going to make him come. They’re going to make Luke come. Han isn’t sure which he’s anticipating most.
He grinds his hips forward into the grip of the tentacles, the head of his cock bumping against Luke’s own. The tentacle in his ass moves with him, getting thicker so gradually he can barely feel it, until a questing tentacle at his slit makes him clench up again. Luke’s murmuring against his lips; the only word Han can pick out is his name, repeated over and over.
He wants to see Luke lose it, wants to see him fall apart. As soon as the thought crosses his mind, tentacles are wrapping snug around his balls, keeping him back from the edge of climax, and Han almost wants to laugh at how wily the little things are, but he’s too busy growling out his appreciation.
He can feel Luke shaking against him. They’re not really kissing anymore, mouths sliding together when their bodies moves. Luke’s eyes are hooded, but he looks up into Han’s face, so stupidly gorgeous, and Han’s actually pretty damn glad when the tentacles tighten up around his sac, because just looking at Luke is getting him closer.
Beneath his fingers, the tentacle in Luke’s ass shifts again, and Han isn’t thinking about what he’s doing, is only reacting as he presses a finger up beside it. Pulling down on Luke’s rim, oil everywhere, and then his finger is slipping into the tight heat of Luke’s ass beside the tentacle, and Luke practically screams against him. Hips snapping back, like he’s trying to get more of Han, get him deeper, and the tentacles wrapped around them both are practically vibrating as Luke comes, a rush of slick heat against Han’s stomach that makes his ass clench down again.
The tentacle in his ass moves, undulating the way the one inside of Luke had, and Han barks out a shout as it pushes down on something inside of him that makes his vision light up like stars streaking through hyperspace. His whole body is tingling with it, like all his nerve-endings branch out from that one point, and the tentacles at his balls loosen their grip, the ones around his cock squeeze him tight, and Luke kisses him passionately as Han comes all over his skin.
Things are kind of hazy for a long minute, after that. When awareness creeps back in, it’s partly the tentacles and partly them leaning into each other that has him and Luke still on their feet. The ones around his cock slide away slowly, like they don’t want to leave him, and Han shivers in mourning once they’re gone.
The one in his ass slims down in the same way it’d grown thicker before it slides out of him. He knows it slides out of Luke at the same moment by the soft whimpering noise Luke makes.
Luke’s face is pressed to Han’s neck again, and Han strokes his fingers through Luke’s hair. His hand is still oily, but everything is oily, so at this point it doesn’t make much difference.
“You okay?” Luke asks quietly, sounding fucked-out and happy.
Han makes an agreeable sound. “We should save this planet more often.”
Luke laughs, his breath a warm chuff of air, and the Kynckyy’s tentacles looped around their waists give them a little squeeze, like they very much share the sentiment.
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