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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The sonic nozzle was makeshift at best, probably meant for cleaning repair tools and hardware, but if used with a light touch, effective enough for Luke to scrub the sweat and dead skin off his face and neck.

Meré however, was another matter – accustomed to her sonic baths on Tatooine, she whined and strained her little muscles in protest as the spout traced along her small body. Every inch seemed to be coated in tears, snot, or dried urine, and the swaddling she’d been wrapped in for two days now carried a stench comparable to that stomach-churning garbage compactor.

Well, Luke considered with a sigh, his earlier elation fading a bit - the droids had certainly lost their child-care privileges.

A clatter of feet out in the corridor distracted him long enough for the baby to land a firm kick against his cheekbone; he barely noticed, just petted the sole of her foot with his thumb as he craned his neck for a glimpse outside the ‘fresher cum equipment locker.

He didn’t have to wait long before they slipped into view, the princess caught up in Han’s arms as he spun them down the passageway, earlier animosity apparently forgotten in the flush of victory. Her face was still a bit wan from the stress, but bloodless lips were drawn back in a smile, and they were laughing, as they dashed up towards the cockpit.

Something icy cold drained into Luke’s belly, and his body seemed to go numb.

Well… alright, he conceded quietly, grabbing a bit of Imperial blue synth-leather from a fastener on the bulkhead and wrapping Meré up tightly before cuddling her to his chest.

It only made sense, anyway – with Han in his prime, he could have any omega he wanted, from Mos Eisley pleasurers to the Hapan beauties that Biggs had shared tall tales about… and after all, Leia was beautiful… and – something twisted through his numbed insides – she was probably untouched…

He glanced down to the baby in his arms, her sensitive skin finally beginning to lose it’s chill-mottled look as she yawned contentedly…

No, he cursed himself harshly, tucking her little head under his chin. She was perfect, and she was his; nothing in the galaxy was worth wishing her away.

And yet... he couldn’t help imagining what life might be like, what their future could have held, if she’d been born with green-gray eyes and a smile that couldn’t behave…

*

It was kinda disappointing, in a way. He’d wanted to like her – plenty of backbone, even if it took some time to show, always did with omegas. Seemed the Alderaani put some emphasis on a few things besides hairdressing and table manners. And she was a cute little armful, as princesses went. If it hadn’t been for…

Nah, he could pretend all he wanted, but the dogged zealotry made dead certain he’d never see her as anything but a passing nuisance, he was positive. He’d seen her kind before…

…Yeah, and wasn’t that a fucking picnic, some traitorous part of his brain hissed viciously. A picnic and a fucking sweet little swim in the Togorian sea…

Han couldn’t be sure if it was frustration over the increasingly uncontrollable situation, or humiliation at the memory, but the princess balked at his tone when he snapped back at her muttering. Something about the damn droid, as usual.

“What’s so important?! What’s he carryin’ anyway?!”

“The technical readouts to that battlestation.” She responded, with maddening calm. “I only hope that when the data’s analyzed a weakness can be found; it’s not over yet.”

Oh for the love of every Nar Shadda moon…

“It is for me, sister! Look, I ain’t in this for your revolution an’ all that, an’ I’m not in it for you, princess – I expect to be well paid, I’m in it for the money!”

If looks could kill, the glare from those big brown eyes would have splattered his guts faster than a fall to the ground levels of Coruscant.

“You needn’t worry about your reward – if money’s all that you love, then that’s what you’ll receive!” she hissed venomously, and he couldn’t help but feel a bit shaken as she climbed out of the seat and headed for the door, just as a soft mew announced Luke’s obvious arrival with their youngest passenger.

“Daddy’s quite the mercenary, isn’t he?” she muttered in a low tone resembling baby talk, but was obviously directed at the other omega. A delicate finger traced down the bridge of a small nose before she straightened up, and glared Luke in the eye.

“I pity you both.”

Those neat little white boots thudded on the deck like bantha hooves as she ducked through the doorway into the corridor, leaving the cockpit in a dead silence.

“She, um… I guess she thinks –“

“Yeah.” Han muttered, keeping his eyes fixed on the control board while the kid slipped into the pilot’s seat. The baby was finally starting to doze, a plump, tiny arm poking out of a familiar bit of blue synth leather.

He couldn't imagine where she'd gotten the idea from. There wasn’t even a resemblance, at least not that he could spot, and he’d mastered the art of trying to recognize his own features in the faces of complete strangers…

Luke swallowed audibly.

“Um – what – what d’you think of her, Han?”

“That’s my jacket she’s wearing.” He shot back, nodding to the swaddled infant, and Luke blushed.

“No, I mean – “

“Yeah, I know what you mean – I’m tryin’ not to, kid.”

The boy seemed to consider the idea for a second, before he bit at his lower lip, color rising to his cheekbones.

“Good…”

Han knew the look, he’d seen it plenty of times before – on Fiolla, on Jarik… on Hasti, and Salla…

Luke was jealous.

Jealous of a pocket-sized princess scented like emerald wine and arallute petals?…

No, he realized suddenly, his gut tightening.

Jealous that Han might find her more desirable than a sun-glowing boy who’d carried another alpha’s baby.

Sithfire.

“Still…” he muttered, keeping his tone casual, indifferent; goading the kid cautiously. “She’s got a lotta spirit…”

Luke’s back stiffened, though he pointedly avoided meeting Han’s eyes.

“I dunno, whaddya think? You think a princess, and a guy like me -?”

“No.” Luke snapped back quickly – too quickly, blue eyes flashing up in indignation before he seemed to realize he’d given himself away. A deep blush flared across his cheekbones, and Han sucked in a careful breath, tongue slipping out to wet his lips.

What a lamb…

He caught the boy under the chin with his trigger finger, drawing his gaze back up and tracing along the line of his jaw with a calloused thumb.

“How long does she sleep?” Han murmured, with a pointed glance towards the baby between them.

Luke’s eyes widened with immediate understanding. Not so naïve then.

“About forty-five minutes – maybe an hour, I…”

He trailed off, swallowing while Han switched the main controls to autopilot, never once breaking their shared gaze, before he stood and curled his fingers around a slender shoulder veiled in white homespun.

“I never did show ya around…”

“’Thought you were too busy.” The boy murmured back, blue eyes staring up at him from under thick lashes.

Sweat prickled under his clothing, and suddenly his blaster harness seemed to shrink, gripping his thigh and hips without any mercy.

“We’ve got time now.”

Luke nodded slowly, before squirming out of the pilot seat and slipping through the doorway, throwing a lip-bitten glance over his shoulder.

“Hold onto me?” he mumbled, still blushing. “I get scared in the dark…”

No trouble at all, Han thought tremulously as he cycled the cockpit door shut, wrapping an arm around Luke’s hips before leading them down the lefthand corridor, towards the crew’s quarters.

Aaww yeees

Soooo sweet~

Yessss!

Star Wars Kink Meme Round #1

[Fill] 8/?: Han/Luke, a/b/o verse, past bullying, past mpreg, Luke has a baby

Re: [Fill] 8/?: Han/Luke, a/b/o verse, past bullying, past mpreg, Luke has a baby

Re: [Fill] 8/?: Han/Luke, a/b/o verse, past bullying, past mpreg, Luke has a baby

Re: [Fill] 8/?: Han/Luke, a/b/o verse, past bullying, past mpreg, Luke has a baby