starwarskinkmeme | 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.

Rules For Posting Prompts:

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.

Rules Posting Fills:

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. ~~Sorry I forgot about this.~~

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After a bungled exercise in training, one of the mercs who ran the program shook his head at the mess and said, "Kid, you're all edges and no handle." The name stuck. As much as he hates to admit it, it's a good description.

Edges has always been tightly-wound. Maybe the nutrients in his vat were unbalanced or something, but he's never really been able to relax. It makes for a prickly, tension-ridden existence, of jumping at half-heard sounds and snapping at unintended insults. On the battlefield, that's not such a bad thing, but off? Edges is always the grumpy asshole in the squad. Always. He tries to be a better person, he really does, but someone always says something, something always happens, and he snaps. No--he explodes. And even when he manages to hold himself together, something always slips out--a bitten-off phrase, a growled complaint--and everyone is reminded that Edges is an asshole.

So when Edges knocks on General Kenobi's door, he knows exactly what he wants. Something pleasant, something relaxing. Something where he can let someone else take the reins, because it's his first time, and he doesn't want to screw this up. General Kenobi doesn't miss a beat when he explains what he wants. "Get undressed and lie face down on the bed. I'll be with you in a moment."

Several minutes pass before he feels General Kenobi climb onto the bed. "Close your eyes. I want you to focus on the sensations you feel. Try to ignore everything else."

"Easier said than done," Edges mutters, but quiets down when the General clicks his tongue in disapproval.

Hands descend on his shoulder, strong, calloused hands, slick with oil. Edges starts at the touch--it's not where he expected those hands to go. The General makes a hushing sound, stroking at his back. "Just relax. I'm going to take my time here. This might hurt a bit, but it will be a good kind of hurt."

The bed shifts as the General moves, and his left foot is lifted, a thumb rubbing circles into his instep. Edges gasps. It doesn't hurt, but it feels--different. Intense. The General's hands envelope his foot, fingers igniting a million nerve endings with each touch. Eventually General Kenobi gently places his foot back on the bed, and repeats the same process on the other. Edges realizes that he is panting, not from arousal or fear, but from anticipation.

General Kenobi places his hands just below the inside of Edges' knees and squeezes. The ball of his hand presses, then drags down the length of Edges' calves, leaving a trail of warmth in its wake. Again and again, the pressure on the border between pain and pleasure, moving higher and higher until the strokes span the length of his legs. The General begins kneading the meat of his thighs, and now it really does hurt. Edges gasps, more from surprise than pain, but the General's hands pause at the sound. "Is it too much?"

"Nnngh--No. No, sir." Edges buries his face in the sheets, suddenly embarrassed. He's never felt anything like this before, and he's scrambling to deal with it. "Just--please continue, sir."

The General sighs, places his hands on Edges' shoulders. "You've got a lot of knots. I'm working them out, but they're sensitive. If it's too much, let me know."

"I'm fine, sir."

"Hm." And then General Kenobi stretches out on top of him, snuggling an arm under his neck. Skin to skin--hair scratching against his back, a length heavy against his buttocks. This is it, Edges realizes, this is when the General fucks him like he asked. His heart hammers in his chest, and a thrill of adrenaline rushes through him, the way it does when he's expecting a fight.

But General Kenobi doesn't do anything. They lie there for what feels like an eternity, the General petting him and nuzzling at his ear. As the shock of contact fades, so does the adrenaline, until he's basking in the warmth of another man lying against him. It's...nice. Really nice.

When his breathing has evened out and his heartbeat slowed, the General sits up. Edges moans at the loss, then moans again when the General squeezes his ass. He hears a chuckle behind him. There's a pause, and then the General's newly-oiled hands press against the small of his back, thumbs digging into the bones of his spine.

This is indescribable. The General's hands climbing up his back, squeezing his shoulders, kneading the muscle. His fingers rubbing down in circles, drilling into the spots made tight from so many battles, so many arguments, so many...everything. Edges can describe the act, but the sensation...oh. Oh. Shivers through his body, sparks in his veins. He feels like putty, like he is melting, despite the hardness between his thighs.

General Kenobi squeezes his ass again and presses a kiss to his cleft. Edges cries out, his hips jerking against the General's grip. He's being held open. A beard scratching his cheeks, lips warm against his opening. Tongue, slick and agile, teasing the rim, sliding inside. Edges grinds his face into the sheets, ruts back against the General's mouth. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me fuck mefuckmefuckmefuuuu--

A hand tight around his cock. "Not yet."

Minutes pass. Edges' breathing slows. The hand releases him, returns after a moment, newly greased. The other presses a finger to his entrance, slides in so smoothly that he almost doesn't notice. And then it moves, and--yes. There's no pain, just a wonderful pressure inside. General Kenobi adds another finger, twists and strokes, scissors them, adds a third. Edges pushes back, clenching around the fingers, desperate to be filled. It's so much more, so much better than he imagined.

General Kenobi pulls his fingers free, and Edges whimpers. It earns him a chuckle and a pat on his thigh. "You're lovely, Edges. Is it really your first time? You opened so well for me, I almost couldn't believe it." Edges managed a garbled noise; he's too blissed out to string words together. That gets a proper laugh--not mocking, but delighted. "Absolutely lovely. I'm going to fuck you now, if you don't mind."

Hands, gripping his hips. A bluntness pressed against his opening--a largeness sliding inside. The sensation of being stretched, filled, his nerves alighted. And then motion--the General working him in long, powerful strokes--aaaaah--rubbing his prostrate--heat pooling in his belly, his groin tight--lovely, the General called him lovely--

General Kenobi wraps an arm around his midsection and pulls him close as he comes, hips flush to his ass. Edges shudders through his orgasm, shudders around that cock, feeling the release ripple through his body to his toes. The aftermath leaves him boneless, tiredness washing through in the place of arousal. He's never felt like this. Never been treated like this. Edges sighs, smiles, lets his eyes droop close. He feels the General pull out, hears him finish, come spattering his back. He's absolutely disgusting: sticky with sweat, oil, and semen. And he's never felt so relaxed in his life.

Perfect ratio hot sex/mindful care!

OP here, this is still so super lovely, i love the explorations of all the different kinds of sex the clones prefer and the glimpses into their characters in return. And Obi-Wan taking care of Edges is so sweet and hot at the same time!!!

Hot AND sweet!

Star Wars Kink Meme Round #1

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