starwarskinkmeme | Star Wars Kink Meme Round #1

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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Is it weird to be attracted to the woman who won the war?

Poe is, Poe immediately gravitates to her after their first meeting, after he officially joins her personal army (the Resistance, something worth fighting for, just like his mother did before him) and he can see that he reminds her of someone sometimes, he can feel the way she looks at him with kindness. Leia isn't thinking to herself that Poe would worship the ground she walked on, he's sure of it-- but oh, he would, and he does, and he thinks about her often, wishes for the opportunity. She's old enough to be his mother, but she's nothing like that-- it's nothing like that-- it's just, this is someone who burns with determination, dedication. He can worship her because he can follow her anywhere, feel her across the reach of cold space.

Poe Dameron knows right from wrong because of people like Leia Organa.

So he bides his time, and does his jobs, and proves himself. Mission after mission, always willing to go the extra length necessary to win out and come home in one piece. He earns the right to deliver reports to her at all hours; at all places. Sometimes she calls him to her rooms at night to send him away to secret jobs that must be done, quickly, quietly, to get intel or talk with skittish sympathizers afraid of what might happen if the First Order realizes they have dissidents to quell.

And finally, one night, he comes back with intel on a man who might have a bit of a map, maybe, that will lead to Luke Skywalker. Poe has personal reasons for caring about this one-- reasons beyond the fact that, obviously, Leia wants to find her missing brother, the Jedi Master, the bright hope of the universe (or so they say). Poe grew up in a house that's destroyed now, with a tree in the yard whose leaves had glimmered to him, softly guiding the world around them into harmony. That was a gift, his parents had said, from Luke Skywalker. That was a gift because we served in the war.

So Poe is burning tonight, because he wants to find Luke Skywalker just as much as anybody. Because he thinks they might have a serious chance, and because he wants to chase that worried frown off of Leia Organa's brow, and the only way he can think to do it would be this.

"Report," she says, when he comes into her rooms and finds her (unsurprisingly) dressed for sleep but still sitting up over her hovering desk, poring over reports, starcharts, selecting movements, troop placements, considering where to hedge her bets and accept her losses. She is devastatingly beautiful, and naked under her dressing gown.

Poe might stare, if it were one of the men he's slept with, or some girl more likely to be doing it on purpose, but this is General Organa, this is the ex-princess Leia. His face feels hot at the sight of her, and he doesn't know how to conduct himself, what to do. It's not appropriate, asking her to have feelings for him, not when he's her subordinate only--

"Poe?" She's turned to him, noticed his silence and now his discomfort, and she sets her reports down. Self-consciously, she pulls the collar of her dressing gown more tightly closed, after a moment of taking him in, his hands wrung together and his face turned to the floor in a failed attempt to hide his shame. "I'm sorry, I thought you might-- never mind. Report, please."

He tells her. "The man we're looking for lives in a village on Jakku. He's sympathetic to the resistance, remembers what it was like when the Empire ruled. He says he can help us, but only if we move quickly, in and out, so we don't draw attention to his people."

Leia nods, says, "Thank you, Poe," and he thinks that will be all and is ready to turn smartly on his heel.

Then she doesn't say those words, or anything, really-- just watches him until he looks up and asks her, "Is there something else I can do for you General?"

Her calculating expression makes him flush again, but he meets her eyes, tries to keep his voice steady.

"I'd do anything, if you ask it of me."

"Anything?" Leia's eyebrows rise, and she laughs, a sultry sort of laugh that rolls over him and makes him feel simultaneously like she's delighted by him and having fun at his expense. He's not sure which is true. Maybe both? "There's something I'd thought to ask, but I don't dare force it on you. I think you might charge in even if you don't want it."

He wants to ask her what the something is, more than he's wanted anything in a long time. His hands are sweating, he clenches them into fists to pretend they're not.

"But I do think you want it, don't you Poe?"

"What's that, General?"

"You want me to sleep with you, if I'm not mistaken. Or at least have some sex before you go," she teases, her wry lips twisting into a smile.

He nods, jerkily, and answers: "Yes, General."

"Leia."

"Leia. Yes-- I didn't-- I mean, I thought you might feel like it was inappropriate so--"

"When we first met, I might have." She lifted a hand, beckoning him closer, and he approached her with reverence. It felt like every hair on his body was standing on end with anticipation, he was shaking with it. "But you have served me well, served me loyally for years. You've proven to me you're not some starry-eyed kid who thinks I'm a big damn hero ready to charge off on adventure."

Poe would almost argue that that's exactly what he is, if he didn't think it might get him denied something he wants so badly his bones feel like they're shaking.

"Would you do something for me? Something before you go."

He nods, urgently, eagerly, and Leia reaches out to card her fingers gently through his hair, pushing down slightly. Poe follows the gesture and unspoken command, taking a kneeling position before her, and closes his eyes. He can feel his face getting redder as she opens her legs, and the salty smell of her catches his nose. He could reach out and lick her, here. He wants to do it, wants to feel her fingers in his hair while he does it, following her commands.

"What should I do, Gener-- Leia?" He asks, and his voice is rough and shaky, but he's as sincere as he's ever been about anything in his life.

"Just kiss me," she says, smoothing her thumb over his forehead and smiling down at him. She looks timeless to him here, and the scent of her so close is overwhelming his senses. "Taste me. Make me feel like I'm not alone in this universe. Can you do that?"

He smiles, brightening at the question, and promises her: "I can do that."

The first taste is almost religious in its perfection, the little ragged hitch of Leia's moan as he pushes his tongue along the outer folds of her labia, then finds her clitoris and sucks it between his teeth. He doesn't bite down or put too much pressure on it directly, but jabs at the hood of skin over it with his tongue, again and again, until he feels her muscles jump and she whispers his name.

His name! His name, whispered on the breath of General Leia-- Poe could cry with gratitude, wants to thank her, and puts his hands to her thighs, holding on while he pushes in, nose buried in her pubic hair and tongue sliding down and into her, tasting her. She's sweat and salt, sex and tang; she's the low guttural moan of her voice, the feeling of her hands sinking into his hair, fingernails on his scalp, pulling him into her, holding her there.

He kneels before her, and prays with all his being, all he is, that this is only the first time. He drives his tongue in deeper, and works it along her inner walls. When he can't go anymore, he pulls up, suckling on her clitoris again and sliding two fingers into her, hooking them up and in, rubbing lightly at her from inside and out until his world has narrowed to this oh-so important task, and even his slowly numbing knees, his sleepiness, his own painfully hard erection do not distract him from his duty.

He scissors his fingers and plunges his tongue back into her, lapping up the viscous white of her hunger for him, mimicking the thrusts of intercourse, delirious from the heat of her.

"Poe," her voice is deep and powerful, chest deep and humming through his bones. "Do you trust me?"

He nods against her. He trusts her; he would die for her; and in this moment, he would let her do anything to him, too.

"Try to get inside me, as deep as you can," she pants, her perfectly coiffed hair starting to frizz as it gets damp with sweat. "Keep up what you're doing with your hand, on my clit."

"Mmm," he agrees warmly, immediately pushing in just that last half-inch he could, pressed as hard and deep against her as he can make himself. She lets out a high, sweet moan that makes him feel like he's found something rare, and her hands push him down, hold him there while he follows her orders. It takes very little-- he's not even out of breath yet-- to trigger her orgasm then, and she pants his name raggedly, the hot closeness of her trembling around him, muscles spasming in unbridled delight. He stays in place, shaking as well, until she loosens her grip on him and begins stroking his hair again.

"Poe," Leia rumbles, like a massive, contented cat. He looks up to her, afraid what he might find, and is awed and humbled by how glowing and pleased she is, how brilliant and sated and smug her smile. "Good work, Poe."

"Thank you, General," he pants, still in a hazy half-awareness himself, so hard it's a little painful, carefully still save to let her pull him back and let him breathe. He looks up at her delirious. He'd never dreamed he could have this-- not since he joined. He's wanted it but to actually have it-- no, Poe was resigned to the inevitable.

Now he doesn't know what to say.

Fortunately, Leia doesn't make him say anything. She briefs him on what his next mission will be, promises she'll come back to the man on Jakku, and she beckons him to come with her to bed. As he clambers from his aching knees to still weak feet, she guides him to her bedside, pulling him in and steadying him, wrapping him with her legs around his waist, her arms around his chest, pinning him, marking him hers.

Poe has rarely been with a partner who treated him so reverently, before-- never been so reverent about someone else, either.

By the time the euphoria wears off, he's too tired to beg for release. They sleep like that, curled up together, and Poe feels safer than he's felt in years.

He needn't worry-- he knows that, on a subconscious level. Leia will keep him out of harm's way. It's only one of her many talents, after all.

Poe Dameron knows right from wrong because of people like Leia Organa

God, this is beautiful. I saw this prompt last night and knew it needed to be filled, but this is more lovely than anything I could have achieved in a million years! Thank you so much for writing it! <3

Oh wow, this is really hot and also sweet too, I love this a lot!

Ridiculously hot!

Poe might stare, if it were one of the men he's slept with

thank u for like, casually alluding to poe being into multiple genders, ur a gem

Gorgeous and hot. I have a brand new ship now.

oh, wow. this is just beautiful and sweet and hot and perfect.

THANK YOU. wonderful fill, i especially love how you captured leia.

Incredible! I am so behind this ship now. And I agree, you captured Leia perfectly.

I loved them both, but I didn't know I would love them together so much. Great fic.

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