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."
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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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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!

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