swkm_mod ([personal profile] swkm_mod) wrote in [community profile] starwarskinkmeme2016-01-10 10:04 pm

Star Wars Kink Meme Round #1


Rules For Everyone:
  1. YKINMKATO (Your kink is not my kink, and that's okay.) No kinkshaming or wank/flames/y'know generally being a dick.
  2. All Star Wars films and related media are welcome. You can go as obscure as you want. 
  3. RPF is allowed
  4. All comments must be anon.  Lbr, if it doesn't bother you guys it doesn't bother me.
Rules For Posting Prompts
  1. Use the subject for your prompt with the pair, general idea, any kinks, or specific requirements.
  2. You can post as many prompts as you like, as long as the prompts are different. They can be somewhat similar. 
  3. 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.
  4. 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!
  5. You are not allowed to create prompts for the purpose of mocking a previous prompt. I see you. Just don't.
Rules Posting Fills:
  1. Warnings are courteous, but not necessary. Use DW Blocker if there is anything you don't want to see.
  2. Art and other media fills are welcome.
  3. Multiple fills are cool. Therefore, a prompt is considered filled, but still "open."
  4. You may post a link to your tumblr/ao3 account/ or any other website as long as it is accessible.
  5. You may link to a previously written fic in a comment, but it does not count as a fill. 
  6. 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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Qui-Gon/Obi-Wan, size-queen!Obi-Wan

(Anonymous) 2015-12-22 11:55 pm (UTC)(link)
Qui-Gon is huge, and Obi-Wan loves the feeling of being stretched

Re: Qui-Gon/Obi-Wan, size-queen!Obi-Wan

(Anonymous) 2015-12-23 01:34 am (UTC)(link)
Shout out to those of us who've been waiting in the dumpster since 1999! (I mean this affectionately anon.)

Re: Qui-Gon/Obi-Wan, size-queen!Obi-Wan

(Anonymous) 2015-12-23 07:13 am (UTC)(link)
God bless us, every one! ;)

Re: Qui-Gon/Obi-Wan, size-queen!Obi-Wan

(Anonymous) 2015-12-23 05:01 pm (UTC)(link)
It's a kinks-mass miracle!

Re: Qui-Gon/Obi-Wan, size-queen!Obi-Wan

(Anonymous) 2015-12-27 03:36 pm (UTC)(link)
Yoooooooooooo to my old-skool Qui-Gon/Obi-Wan shippers! Good to see you and may the porn be with you!

Re: Qui-Gon/Obi-Wan, size-queen!Obi-Wan

(Anonymous) 2015-12-27 04:15 pm (UTC)(link)
The Force remains strong with us!

Re: Qui-Gon/Obi-Wan, size-queen!Obi-Wan

(Anonymous) 2015-12-31 09:41 am (UTC)(link)
Get this ship sailing again, we must!

Re: Qui-Gon/Obi-Wan, size-queen!Obi-Wan

(Anonymous) 2015-12-31 02:38 pm (UTC)(link)
Okay, I'm gonna try and write a little something for this, because what better way to celebrate the coming new year than indulging in a long-loved OTP!? ;D

Fill: Sized Up (Qui-Gon/Obi-Wan)

(Anonymous) 2015-12-31 08:50 pm (UTC)(link)
Please, Master,” Obi-Wan gasps, voice cracking down the middle. His skin is soaked with sweat; it stings at his eyes, so he squeezes them shut. But that just makes everything more vivid, his other senses rushing in to replace his lost sight.

Smell - the scent of his own precome thick in the air as it dribbles against his stomach. Taste - the flavour of Qui-Gon’s tongue moving against his own still lingering despite Qui-Gon not kissing him in several minutes. Sound - the obscenely wet noise of Qui-Gon’s hand moving between his legs, fingers slick with lube. Touch - three long fingers buried within him, Obi-Wan’s whole body anchored by the sensation.

“Please!” he asks again, head shaking back and forth across the pillows. There’s a burn in his hips from how wide apart he’s holding his thighs, his body trying to arch up, trying to impale itself further on Qui-Gon’s fingers. There’s a flutter across his chest, the feeling of nothingness made solid, and Obi-Wan moans pitifully at the Force cradles him, Qui-Gon using it to pin him to the bed.

A hand strokes gently across his forehead; Obi-Wan makes himself open his eyes to look up into Qui-Gon’s face. He’s met with an intensity that makes him shiver, Qui-Gon’s gaze dark and raking over the sprawl of his body in as physical caress as the Force itself.

“Patience,” Qui-Gon murmurs. His hand cups Obi-Wan’s cheek, and Obi-Wan presses into the touch with a soft noise of distress. “I will not hurt you, Padawan, no matter how prettily you may beg for it.”

Obi-Wan whines at that, ass clenching down on Qui-Gon’s fingers. He feels so open, so ready, but he knows his Master will not hurry. It’s a necessary precaution, no matter how Obi-Wan may resent it - Qui-Gon is by far the largest man Obi-Wan has ever taken, and so preparation must be thorough every time. He needs this, he knows he does, needs Qui-Gon’s fingers working him methodically as his muscles relax bit by bit.

But that doesn’t mean he can keep the desperation from his voice, body pleading to be fucked.

Qui-Gon’s fingers move so slowly, warmth radiating out from them. Obi-Wan feels as if his pulse flutters around them as the pads of those fingers drag along his insides. “Please,” he tries again, but the word keeps catching in his throat. He sends the thought through their Force bond instead, putting every shred of need he can into it, and the Force-hold on his chest presses down more firmly as Qui-Gon hears him.

He sees a flash of himself through Qui-Gon’s eyes, spread out and helpless and utterly beautiful, and his cock twitches, precome flowing in a steady line against his abs.

“You are ready.” It is not a question; Qui-Gon knows Obi-Wan’s body as well as Obi-Wan himself does. His fingers retreat carefully, and Obi-Wan’s ass tightens around them, trying to keep them inside even though he knows how much better what’s to come will be.

He feels empty without them, whimpering like a wounded animal. Qui-Gon pets his hair, the Force soothing him, both inside and out - invisible pressure against his body, the safety of Qui-Gon’s thoughts touching his mind. Obi-Wan watches Qui-Gon’s hand move over the impressive length of his cock, slicking the skin with lube as Qui-Gon breathes slowly through his nose.

And then Qui-Gon’s hands are at his hips, easing Obi-Wan’s ass across his lap. Obi-Wan wants to curl up into him, wants to wrap his legs around Qui-Gon’s waist, but he knows that would only make this more difficult. He reaches above his head instead, gripping the rungs of the headboard tightly as Qui-Gon guides his cock to Obi-Wan’s hole.

That first gentle nudge against him is familiar, and Obi-Wan’s body tenses in anticipation. He feels Qui-Gon willing him to relax through their bond, and he follows the steady rhythm of Qui-Gon’s thoughts until he can obey. He breathes as slowly as he can make himself, throat suddenly dry as a desert, and on his next exhale the pressure builds, the thick head of Qui-Gon’s cock pushing against the muscles of his rim.

His mouth falls open as he’s breached, but he can’t manage a single sound.

It’s always indescribable, that first rush of sensation at being stretched so wide. Qui-Gon holds him still with a grip on his hips as strong as titanium, and Obi-Wan gulps at the air. Qui-Gon’s cock is still only shallowly within him, but it’s so much thicker than his fingers, so much more, and Obi-Wan recovers his voice to keen quietly, the knuckles of his hands turning bone-white.

Qui-Gon reaches out to him through their Force bond, whispered praise and feelings of love washing over him.

The slide is slow, it has to be. Qui-Gon feeds his cock into Obi-Wan’s ass so carefully it feels as if Obi-Wan can track every millimetre of it. It aches, even with all that preparation, muscles spasming and giving around the girth of it. Perspiration drips from Qui-Gon’s body as he keeps fierce control of the movement of his hips, hair clinging damply to his neck, lips flushed pink beneath his beard.

Obi-Wan’s mind seems to empty as his body opens, until all that exists is the sensation of being stretched. He feels used, but in a way that’s erotic, incredible, as if his body was made for this, to be a tool of Qui-Gon’s lust. Every so often his ass clenches down, an instinctive reaction as he trembles, and Qui-Gon’s forced to pause as Obi-Wan gasps, spikes of pleasure skittering from the tips of his fingers down to his toes.

It feels like it takes forever; time has lost all meaning. Deeper and deeper, Qui-Gon’s cock opening him up, until he feels as if he can’t take any more, as if it’s impossible. His eyes roll up, teeth gritting, one hand dropping down to pull at his sac, because it feels like he’ll come if he doesn’t, too much, too sensitive, too good.

There are sobs swelling in Obi-Wan’s chest by the time Qui-Gon’s pelvis is pressed to his ass, so overwhelmed he wants to cry. The heat of Qui-Gon within him, the throb of his cock and the hunger in his eyes, it makes his head spin, and he reaches out blindly through their bond, but Qui-Gon’s already pushing reassurance at him, desire colouring his thoughts red.

He’s so full, stretched wide and exposed and complete.

“Fuck me!” Obi-Wan rasps, neediness plain in his voice.

Qui-Gon’s thoughts quiver, the red around them growing more vibrant. “As you wish, my Padawan,” he promises, a hint of playfulness in his voice, and Obi-Wan cries out as Qui-Gon grants his request and begins to move.

He’ll be sore tomorrow, but Obi-Wan already knows he’ll relish every tinge of discomfort, the reminder of how thick and long and magnificent his Master truly is.

Re: Fill: Sized Up (Qui-Gon/Obi-Wan)

(Anonymous) 2016-01-01 12:40 am (UTC)(link)
Not OP, but this was super hot. Thank you.

Re: Fill: Sized Up (Qui-Gon/Obi-Wan)

(Anonymous) 2016-01-03 05:10 pm (UTC)(link)
Yessss this was awesome. <333 Great job!!

Re: Fill: Sized Up (Qui-Gon/Obi-Wan)

(Anonymous) 2016-01-11 04:29 am (UTC)(link)
*throws confetti at you* Incredibly sexy.

Re: Fill: Sized Up (Qui-Gon/Obi-Wan)

(Anonymous) 2016-01-25 02:29 am (UTC)(link)
You did a good thing. You've done a great thing.

Re: Fill: Sized Up (Qui-Gon/Obi-Wan)

(Anonymous) 2016-03-16 05:40 pm (UTC)(link)
I'll be in my bunk