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
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Use the subject for your prompt with the pair, general idea, any kinks, or specific requirements.
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(Author here--I'm afraid I can't bang out this fill as fast as I want, due to other commitments, but I wanted to let you know that I've got this fic planned out and ready to go. Here's a little taste, though the sexytimes won't start till next-weekish.)

No one talks about it, but everyone in the 212th knows: if you go to the General's room, and knock on the door, and ask politely, the General will let you in. There are exceptions of course; sometimes the General is too tired or too busy. He'll beg off and apologize, asking you to return another time. But usually he will let you in, and your night will be very pleasant indeed.

There are a few rules about this set-up, equally unspoken and equally well-known. You don't talk about it. You don't brag about it, and you sure as hell don't tell other battalions about it. You use your please and thank yous, and you use protection. But most importantly, you don't talk about it. A shiny once told his squad about his night in graphic detail, and got sent to the medic by a couple of veterans for his trouble. General Kenobi had scolded the culprits in front of that bastard, until one of the veterans explained what had happened.

Story goes, General Kenobi looked back at the shiny. He didn't yell or anything. Just raised his eyebrows at the guy. Shiny couldn't look him in the face.

"Well," he had said to the veterans. "I'm flattered that you felt the need to, ha, defend my honor, but we're here to fight droids, not each other. And I am perfectly capable of defending myself." General Kenobi had paused, let that sink in. "Three months on post, and you'll be on cleaning detail as well. Dismissed."

Nothing happened to the shiny, but everyone knew what happened. Three weeks later he transferred to another battalion, and that was that.

(There's one more rule, one that no one ever thinks about: if the General says stop, you stop. That one is taken for granted. They are clone troopers, with obedience written into their bones--and besides, hurting their dear General is unthinkable.)

What everyone knows but doesn't say is this: what the General does is a gift. Every battalion brags about their general, but 212th knows that no Jedi cares as much for his or her clones as Obi-Wan Kenobi. General Kenobi's door is always open. He is always ready to listen to you, advise you, and yes, sleep with you. It's a privilege, and one that should be used sparingly, but it's something no other Jedi would ever do.

OP here, and oh this is very lovely! tbh i put the prompt in expecting nothing more than porn, but this is very awesome indeed (even without porn yet :D). I love the whole obi-wan taking care of the squad and vice versa and the (justified) appreciation and respect from the clones. Thank you very much, I look forward to reading more!

Loved this so much! Reminds me of a military themed doujinshi were the main character willing agreed to sleep with any soldier getting sent to the front lines. I love caring military types!

This is super awesome so far. Loved the backstory and I'm excited to see how the second part goes.

Cody was the first. At least, he's pretty sure he was the first--he's been with the General since before Christophsis, and they've been sleeping together almost as long. He's also pretty sure he's the only one that General Kenobi will ask, but then, that might be his pride speaking.

These days, they've settled into a routine. Cody knocks lightly, and by the time the General's door opens his hands have already flown to the latches on his armor. Obi-wan rarely says anything when Cody steps though, just greets him with his loveliest smile.

Tonight he's stretched out on the bed, barefoot but otherwise clothed, propped up against the pillows and reading a datapad. The General has a desk, but he likes to recline when he reads; given the chance, he'll take up a whole couch. As Cody enters he sits up and perches on the side of the bed. "Why don't you get out the makasai," he says as Cody unclips the last of his armor. Ever-obedient, Cody fetches the liquor and glasses from the cabinet and passes them to the General. By the time he's pulled the desk chair over, Obi-Wan has poured them both two fingers of the stuff. Cody takes the proffered glass and straddles the chair backwards.

In the beginning they would get down to business, but now they usually chat first, time permitting: dumb shit in the barracks, dumb shit in the Temple, anything and everything except for the war. When the General finishes his glass, he sets it on the floor and leans back onto the bed. He sighs happily as Cody settles between his legs.

A hand on his back, another gripping his thigh, and Cody kisses and kisses the sense out of his General. He can feel the zipper on his bodyglove tugging down his back as he hooks his fingers in the neck of Obi-Wan's tunics and pulls. Stars only know why Jedi wear so many layers, but they come open well enough. Cody sits back on his heels to pull the bodyglove down to his waist. Obi-Wan pushes his tunics and sash off the bed before settling back to watch. "You aren't going to take the rest of it off?"

"You always like to peel the 'glove off, sir. Thought I'd leave it on."

"Mm." The General closes his eyes, then opens them. "Tempting, but I don't feel like getting up."

"Lazy. You're setting a bad example for the troops, sir," Cody chides, but wriggles out of the rest of the bodyglove. The General pointedly leers as Cody lies back between his legs. Force, but he's gorgeous, rippling with muscle but pliant beneath Cody's hands--and so kriffing responsive. Obi-Wan moans as Cody nuzzles at his neck, moves to his clavicle, and then down to his chest.

"Fuck, Cody." The words leave Obi-Wan in a sharp exhale as Cody teases a nipple with tongue and teeth, rolling the other between thumb and forefinger. His general's hair tickles his cheek, and he can't resist pulling off to press his face in those red curls and inhale the scent of him, masculine and perfect. He slides his hands down the General's sides--relishes the muscle--slips his hand past the waistband and squeezes that perfect ass. "Fuck. Fuck me, Cody, fuck me now."

Cody slides his general's pants down as far as he can, and Obi-Wan kicks them the rest of the way off. He's hard already, but the sight of Obi-Wan naked and spread out for him sends another shiver of delight down his spine that goes right to his dick. Cody scoots back to bury his face between the General's thighs to worry the flesh with teeth and fingers. It's a delicate process--he doesn't like marking up his general, but Obi-Wan bruises so easily. The sounds he draws out from his general are worth the effort. Obi-Wan writhes against him, and Cody needs to be inside this man, needs to feel him come apart around his cock.

Lube is floating next to his head; Cody plucks it from the air and slicks up his fingers. The General opens so easily to him--one finger, then two, then three. Cody teases his cock, tracing lines with the tip of his tongue, then taking the head into his mouth. The General curses. "That's enough, Cody--I--aaaa--I'd like you now--please."

A few moments to lube himself, and then he's sliding into the perfect, tight heat. Obi-Wan sighs. Braced over his General, Cody's head droops as he revels in the sensation. It's so good, though they've done this countless times. That he can have this--have this lovely man, have the luxury of caring for his general, his general, like this.

It's so good, but the clench and flex of the General around him is too much to resist. Cody hikes his general's legs up onto his shoulders, and begins fucking him in earnest.

The General tosses his head back, curls his fists in the sheets, the muscle standing out on his arms. He's quiet now, only giving little gasps with every stroke. Cody leans down to lavish that stretch of neck with nips and kisses, folding his general in half. The General seems to relish the bend, pushing back as best he can against every thrust. Cody can feel Obi-Wan's cock dragging against his stomach, leaving streaks of precome on his belly. He must want to come untouched, else he'd be jerking himself off already.

Cody pulls back, unfolds the General, slows down to a near stand-still, and watches the other man lose his mind. "Sith hells, Cody," Obi-Wan exclaims, then clenches himself around Cody's dick. That draws a whine out from Cody's clenched teeth, but he refuses to move. The General lets out a spectacular string of curses and shoves himself upright, forcing Cody backwards until he's straddling his lap. Obi-Wan kisses him sloppily, then hisses in his ear, "I thought I told you to fuck me. Are you disobeying orders, soldier?"

"No, sir. Just thought I'd extend things a little." His general snorts, and Cody takes the chance to shove him back down. He pins the General's arms above his head, holding them in place, then hooks a leg back over his shoulder with the other. The pace he sets is harder and faster than before, and this time the General cries out every time Cody fucks into him. Cody bends the rest of the way to kiss his general, keeps kissing him until he feels semen splatter his stomach, keeps fucking him until he comes himself, his tongue in his general's mouth and his cock in his general's ass.

In the aftermath they nestle together. In a little bit, they'll head to the 'fresher, or perhaps start another round. For now, though, it's enough for Cody to lie in his General's arms, carding his fingers through the other man's hair as he comes down from his orgasm.

Cody loves this man. At least, he thinks he does. He can't think of any other word to describe moments like this. The happiness that the General draws out of him is unlike any other feeling he's had. Even the love he shares with his brothers does not compare. Cody is no fool; the chance of having a relationship like civilians do is incomprehensible. He is a trooper, and the General is a Jedi. Neither can make commitments like that. And Cody can live with that knowledge. It's enough to be able fight by his side. It's enough to be able to share a bottle of makasai with him. It's enough to be trusted with his lightsaber. When the war ends, he'll find a station with General Kenobi, because it's enough just to live by his side.

Cody plans to protect his general for the rest of his life, until one day, very suddenly, he doesn't.

Aww. and ouch.

I really like the way it's important to him, to be the only Obi-wan ask....
And the end....i can feel my heart breaking.

Waxer and Boil have always gone together. Neither can explain it--it's how they started, and for some reason they've always continued that way. Screwing the General just isn't the same without the other.

The first time they knocked on his door, the General had raised his eyebrows and chuckled. "Both of you? Might be a squeeze." Waxer had given Boil a nervous look, as if it hadn't been his idea to go together. Whiskey had been involved in that conversation, but they were both perfectly sober at the moment. He wasn't quite sure where they had found the will to try this without liquid courage. But as he opened his mouth to apologize, the General stepped back and waved them into the room. "Did you have anything in mind?"

Embarrassed, Boil had ducked his head. "No, sir. We--we just thought, uh--"

"We've been together since we were cadets, so--"

The General held up a hand to silence them. "Alright." He frowned, not angry but thoughtful. "Pull the mattress onto the ground and get undressed, gentlemen, I've got an idea."

Twenty minutes later, the General was sucking off Boil like a champion while he reverse-straddled Waxer on the mattress. The sight blew Boil's mind--their general, elegance and composure made manifest, stretched out between them. The sweat beading on his body, the pretty flush spreading down from his neck, the filthy slip-slide up and down on Waxer's cock. Force, and that mouth--so wet and warm, the tongue wrapping around his shaft--and the General's fingers working the base, caressing his balls. Boil had buried his hands in the General's hair, somehow still perfect, and mussed it until it was falling over the other man's eyes. He tried to warn the General when he came, but the General wrapped his hands around Boil's thighs and swallowed it down.

As soon as he pulled away the General had looked down over his shoulder at Waxer, writhing beneath him. Boil watched the two of them, panting from his orgasm. "Waxer--Waxer, can you hold General Kenobi up?"

For a moment there was no response, though the General looked up at him through his hair. Then Waxer shoved himself up into a sitting position and pulled the General's arms back. "Is this alright, sir?"

"Just--mm--just fine, Waxer," the General had responded. His head lolled back onto Waxer's shoulder. "You'd best put more work into it now, though." Waxer moaned, nuzzled at that perfect collar.

Boil laid down on his stomach and took the General's cock into his mouth. He had never gone down before, but like fuck he was going to leave the General untouched. The man cursed and jerked when Boil began to suck, then curled his fingers in Boil's hair, urging him onward. He felt it when Waxer came a few minutes later, the General's dick jerking in his mouth. Boil looked up. The angle was terrible, but he could tell that Waxer had wrapped his arms around the General's chest, one hand playing with a nipple. He pulled the General's head to the side and began biting a trail of hickeys across his shoulder.

"Cocksucking son of a--" The General broke off, let out a high whine. "Boil, I'm going to--" Boil bobbed his head and waited for the spurt, salty across his tongue.

After that, they had known that they would always have to go together. It might be nice to have sex alone, but General Kenobi is just too sweet when he takes the two of them. And he likes it, too. "You're the only two who are always interested in a threeway," he says one night, snuggled in their arms. "It's lovely, really."

So after Umbara, Boil never goes back. He thinks about it once or twice, but he knows it just won't be the same. He can accept his brother's death, like he's accepted so many other deaths, but those nights with the General are too tightly tied to Waxer.

So, uh, I feel that I should explain that I'm reaching the end of the Clone Wars and it is filling me with feeeeeeeeeeeels, and I'm pretty certain the feeeeeeeeeeeels are bleeding into this story. Sorry about that guys, I hope the porn makes up for it.

The feeeeels are a perfect mix with the porn!

OP here and I'm so super happy about this!!! It's so lovely, I adore how easy-going the participating parties are and how accepting and caring Obi-Wan is towards the clones
and then there's the sucker punches at the end like omg #rude must you play with our feelings this way oh poor loving gentle Cody why

How could i miss this fic before? (I'm the op from the strange mpreg prompt and i've searched all the meme for it because of your words 'Obi-wan/clone gangbang promp' )

This is a beautiful prompt and a beautiful fic. I like how it can be very sexual and very intimate in the same time. And for the two scenes, the last lines are a un punch in the feeling!

People use the word "cocksucker" like an insult but Stims takes it as a compliment. Why would he take it any other way? Is it a bad thing, to be able to blow someone's mind with only your mouth? Is it a weakness, to be trusted with such a sensitive organ? Stims sucks fantastic cock and he's damn proud of that fact, thank you very much. He's gone down on women, too, but it just isn't the same without that pulsing thickness in his mouth.

Whenever they're based in one place for an extended period, Stims is one of the first to get out and visit the locals. It's gotten him in trouble a few times but he doesn't see the harm. He spends his life under fire, patching up the poor bastards torn to bits by the Seps. Medics have a reputation for hardened nerves even by trooper standards, but shit, even medics need to blow off steam sometimes. And there's always some local ready to add a clone to the notches on their bedpost. So what's the problem? He's happy, the locals are happy, and nothing gets blown up.

But then there are times when going out isn't tenable, and he can't wait until they're in a safe zone. So he goes to the General's room, strips the Jedi, and blows his damn mind.

Right now Stims is on his knees, holding the General's thighs nice and wide while he sucks cock like his life depends on it. The General has a lovely cock, average length but thick enough to feel nice and heavy on his tongue. Stims works the base with steady twists, teasing the shaft with his tongue. A flick at the tip to lap up the precome beading there, a lick down the vein, then he takes the crown into his mouth. He bobs his head forward and back, setting a rhythm counterpoint to the twists he makes. Once he's got the General all nice and worked up (fingers clenched in the sheets, breath ragged and gasping), Stims lets go and takes the General's dick all the way into his mouth.

General Kenobi groans, a deep, masculine sound that goes right to Stims' cock. He's hard as a rock, but when he's got a man whimpering from his mouth, he doesn't need to touch himself. All he needs is to watch his general come to pieces and know, I did that.

Swallowing around that nice, thick dick drags another groan from the General, and slowly, ever so slowly, the man begins to fold. General Kenobi's hands come down to grab Stims' shoulders in order to brace himself. Stims pulls back till his lips are wrapped around the cockhead, and the General's hips jerk forward. He's close. Stims slides his mouth about halfway down and sucks. One of the General's hands flies up to curl in his hair, urging him forward. Stims nods as best as he can--he doesn't want to take his mouth off of the General--and pats the hand in his hair to let the other man that he's fine. General Kenobi sighs, a happy little sound, then begins facefucking him in earnest.

When the General finishes (come coating Stims' mouth, and he swallows every drop), he flops back on the bed. Stims lets his softening cock slip from his mouth and rests his head on the General's thigh. For a moment they're both silent, relishing the afterglow. Then the General's voice floats up from the bed. "You want me to return the favor?"

"Mm." Stims nuzzles at his thigh. "I can take care of myself sir." But then a thought comes to him, and he sits up. "Actually--would you mind--could I finish on you, sir?"

That earns a chuckle from the General. "Not on the face," he murmurs. "You have no idea how annoying it is to get come out of my beard."

Stims grins, lifts the General's legs onto the bed, and kneels in between him. General Kenobi watches him through half-closed eyes as he jerks off, a lazy smile on the man's face. He's boneless from orgasm, and that makes him more gorgeous in Stims' eyes. At times like these, he thinks that General Kenobi is a wet dream come to life. Muscled like a man should be, with skin made for marking and copper hair all over. Stims knows enough about the Jedi to know that the General shouldn't be fucking his troops, and he thanks all the gods that the General isn't as bad a stickler as people think. It would be a damn shame if a sexy bastard like the General didn't get all the loving he deserved.

He comes all over those perfect abs. Once he's caught his breath, Stims cleans the General up with his tongue, earning a few more sounds for his work. Before he can pull back, the General pulls him up until he's lying on top. General Kenobi likes to cuddle after sex. Stims finds it endearing, and he's always happy to satisfy his general on that front--just like he's satisfied him in every other way.

It's so good. Every clone cleary different in what he likes in bed. So much loving for Obi-wan. Consent and respect in very hot sex!

Perfect!

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!

Nnnnnnghhh

Can't lie, I love how Obi-Wan is never called by name; only referred to as "the General." Very hot. Really enjoyed how Obi-Wan is both the 201's fuck toy and their prized, cherished leader.

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