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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Announcement: I have long neglected my modly duties, because I have been both way busier than I thought I would be (the shock of young adulthood amirite?), and y'know just me being a mess ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ . If anyone is inclined to help me mod, or at least categorize prompts on pinboard, please message swkm-mod @ tumblr. If you don't have a tumblr, still message me but on anon, and we will find another way to communicate.

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Luke laughs, and Han scowls. “What, are you short people conspiring against me or something?”

“Probably,” Leia shrugs, while Luke doesn't bother with the question, too needy, too eager. He grabs Han's jaw to kiss him again, and Han groans, appreciating the shameless writhing going on on top of him. They settle into a rhythm, Luke squirming to get another millimetre closer, Han thrusting up against him shallowly, teasingly, but really he lets his hands do the work. Without the effort of keeping them upright, Han lets his hands fixate on Luke's ass, kneading, playing, still determining exactly how to best make Luke fall apart. He spreads the cheeks practically with one hand, and rubs through Luke's tunic with two fingers, testing, teasing his hole. Luke breaks the kiss to moan and Leia is crushed by a wave of lust and frustration. She can't help but reach down to rub at herself, something that only brings forth more whimpers from Luke.

“Han,” she whispers, trying to keep her eyes open enough to glare, “get on with it.”

Han laughs, grabbing Luke by his hair. “Well I see we have our orders,” he says, leaning up to latch his mouth on Luke's neck. His teeth sink in, Luke gasps and Leia feels the mark blossoming on her own skin. Han mouths greedily, practically printing his name, and Luke and Leia shudder in time.

Finally, Han realises it might be worth getting some of Luke's clothes off, and makes haste to do that. It's not as easy as he thought though, and Leia laughs as he tries to pull the tunic off one shoulder, but it doesn't stretch far enough, so he tries the other shoulder, which has the exact same problem. In desperation, he tugs at the front, only to almost rip the damn thing in half.

“Oi!” Luke says, and Leia doesn't know how many other clothes he even owns.

Han huffs in defeat. “Sorry, kid. But how does this thing fucking work, then?”

Luke rolls his eyes. “You could have just asked me to do it, you know.”

“You seemed kinda busy.”

“It's not really meant to be taken on and off in the middle of the day.”

“Well then how do you...” Han's question is answered as Luke undoes fixers up around his thighs, letting the tunic open. The fabric hangs too low for Leia to see anything, but the temptation is there – on Han's face as well. Han's hands gravitate to Luke's thighs as the boy unhooks one half of crossing fabric from the other, so slowly he can start to pull the thing from his shoulders. Leia watches Han – Luke's finally made him shut up, and he's practically drooling as bare skin finally starts to emerge from that peeling cotton. Leia knows how he feels.

Luke sees the look on Han's face, and is embarrassed. “Sorry this takes so long,” he mutters, while Han keeps on staring, gobsmacked.

“No problem...”

The tunic hangs limply from Luke's waist, and Leia watches the muscles in his back – his frame is so deceptively skinny, but he has been doing years of farmwork – and can't help herself anymore. She crawls on her knees behind him, settling in between Han's legs, embracing Luke, running her hands all over his bare chest and peppering his shoulders with kisses. It's not graceful. She just wants to touch him, and the more she feels his speeding pulse under his skin, the better she feels. She wants to feel more of it.

Luke gasps as her hand travels lower, and when she grabs ahold of his cock she feels the pulse in her cunt. “You're beautiful,” she whispers in his ear, and he blushes, far more embarrassed by that than by her touching him. It's the same as the look on Han's face before. Sex might not be as new to him as they assumed, but being praised – being admired – seems to be. She kisses his jaw, letting her lips press over Han's red mark.

Han just stares as she starts to work Luke over properly, as his eyes flicker shut in pleasure. Leia keeps her eyes open. She meets Han's eye and smirks at him, teasing him with her slow, steady movements and Luke's fluttering breaths. Han lusts and envies in equal measure, circling between wanting Leia to touch him the way she touches Luke, and wanting to touch Luke the way she does. “If you're good,” she mouths at him, and he gawks in outrage. Luke's tunic still hangs on for dear life, still conceals that one part of him they're both so interested in – but Leia can touch it, she can feel it, all pulsing begging heat that's about to, she's about to–

–she can feel a little too much–

“We keep getting distracted,” Han mutters, and surges upright. Luke is shaken back to reality, and Leia is shaken loose, almost breaking her wrist against Luke's hipbone. Han is impatient, and now tries to pull Luke's tunic off properly. He's somewhat successful, as it falls to Luke's thighs rather than his waist – probably posing a greater risk of him falling over, but also enough for Han to take his leaking cock in hand as he nuzzles at his neck.

“Thief,” she mutters, but neither of them is listening, especially not Luke, who is so blissed out he barely notices who is touching him anymore. She sighs and works to pull the tunic down further, getting it as far as his knees – anything else is impossible, given he's kneeling on the bed.

“Luke,” she whispers, and she's pressed up against his back again, she can't bring herself to be anything else, tugging at his earlobe with her teeth. “Luke, you might have to move.”

Han doesn't stop in his attentions, so it's pretty difficult for Luke to notice what she just said, that she was just speaking, but eventually the fog clears. “Huh?” He sounds so confused, and she aches with lust – with fear – once more. He looks down, and realises the problem. “Ah. Han, hang on, wait.”

Han whimpers as Luke pushes him away, and as he extracts himself from their two bodies, Han is left outright pouting. Leia tries not to look too smug, given she's left as cold and as frustrated as he is (and the further away Luke's body is from hers, the more shame and terror sink back in, lacing her sweat). But she can't help but smirk slightly, and he decides to have his revenge – he grabs her her the back of the neck and kisses her, hard.

She falls into it in a second, half-mad with lust as she is. She groans as his hands grab her waist, not pulling her close enough to do anything – not close enough to give her his cock – but close enough to remind her that he could do just that, if he wanted. He runs his thumb from her collarbone downward, breaking left to flick one of her nipples, earning a – well, a squeak, if she's being honest – before heading back south to press at her clit, hard, firm, and barely for a moment.

Then he breaks away – not just his hand, not just the kiss, but his whole body. He leaves her panting, and fixes her with his cockiest grin. “More later. If you're good.”

She hates him. It's all she can do not to roll on her back and beg.

Luke. She reminds herself of Luke, and goes to find him with her eyes. He's still perched on the bed, and now it's his turn to stare – completely naked and biting his lip, his prick throbbing against his thigh, but not willing to touch himself without their blessing. At least one of them knows how to be good. Han turns that grin on Luke instead. “Sorry. I was meant to be having fun with you, wasn't I?”

“We were,” Leia reminds him, suddenly infuriated that Han hasn't bothered to take off his clothes yet, and she and Luke have. He probably planned that, the bastard.

Luke just keeps gawking for a second, before he realises he can in fact move, and starts crawling back for whatever he can get. But Han stops him with a hand on his shoulder. “Nah. You wait there. I'll come to you.”

Luke and Leia frown in sync. What's he playing at?

God, I love you, anon. I didn't think it was possible, it's already perfection, but this actually keeps getting better and better!

nnngh, very nice!

Holy cow, anon, I LOVE this fill. I can't wait to read more of it, tysm!

I'm on the edge of my seat waiting for the next part!

Star Wars Kink Meme Round #1

Bloodrush - 2b/3

Re: Bloodrush - 2b/3

Re: Bloodrush - 2b/3

not op but I love you :*

Re: Bloodrush - 2b/3