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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Also, I have received a request for a prompt freeze. I'm thinking that might be a good idea, but I would like to get your opinion. Let me know what you think here.

Anakin/ Ahsoka, Anakin masturbates to Ahsoka

(Anonymous) 2017-05-09 02:16 pm (UTC)(link)
Clone Wars era nearing ROTS, but Ahsoka rejoins the order after she is expelled. Anakin is always pulled to the Outer RIm territories because of the war and as a result, he hasn't seen Padme in ages.

Anakin hasn't touched himself in quite a while either because the war keeps him busy and exhausted, until finally one night he has to relieve his pent-up sexual tension and he thinks of Ahsoka.

Darth Vader/Leia, Hatesex (Unknowing incest)

(Anonymous) 2017-05-14 04:30 am (UTC)(link)
Darth Vader likes small, determined, dark haired women. Leia gets turned on by quarreling. They seem to know each other, at least a little, and may have met when she was in the Senate.

Mutually satisfying hatesex ensues! Extra points for Vader using the Force as his sex toy both their (hateful) pleasure.

And heck, at this point, they don't know they're related...

Re: Darth Vader/Leia, Hatesex (Unknowing incest)

(Anonymous) 2017-05-15 04:21 pm (UTC)(link)

Re: Darth Vader/Leia, Hatesex (Unknowing incest)

(Anonymous) - 2017-05-24 06:32 (UTC) - Expand


(Anonymous) 2017-05-15 05:31 pm (UTC)(link)
Obi-Wan/Palpatine, anything consensual or dubious consensual and without over-submissive Obi-Wan please

Wolfpack/handmaiden, just one big night

(Anonymous) 2017-05-18 11:44 am (UTC)(link)
During a mission, the Wolfpack is protecting Senator Amidala...and her handmaiden.
The handmaiden were in the habits to hunt in group for lovers, someone to share for a night but never more, and it's the first time they meet a group with the same dynamic.
So the last night, when the bad guys are dead, it's the perfect night for everybody.
Give me without shame sex, women knowing what they want, everybody happy and consenting, and that doesn't mean they can play with their limits: Cordé likes to be fisted, but she had never tried it with a man's fist, one of the vod has never eaten a woman before, because after almost getting strangled by Ventress' tights once he fears the position but now he wants to try, Sabé wants to see how many times she can come in a night....


(Anonymous) 2017-05-18 11:46 am (UTC)(link)
Obi-Wan and Satine become lovers at the first occasion they had. Now, they want Qui-Gon to join them in bed, his giant cock, his experience....
Qui-Gon directing Obi-Wan, his hand on his hair, when Obi-Wan eats her out, Qui-Gon taking Obi-Wan when he takes Satine, Satine getting used to take two at once....

Re: FILL - Obi-Wan/Qui-Gon/Satine

(Anonymous) 2017-05-21 01:07 am (UTC)(link)
"Teach me," Obi-Wan says.

"Teach us," Satine corrects.

He agrees to give them one night.

Sex is not technically forbidden to Jedi, though it isn't encouraged, and it is strongly recommended that a Padawan seek a Master's approval before indulging in any physical relations that may impact upon a mission. Especially where procreation is a possibility.

"I have protection," Satine says, "An implant. Pregnancies are not part of my current plans."

He doubts very much if about this situation is, but the obvious doesn't need pointing out.

Hiding in a safe house in the inhospitable wilds of a war-decimated countryside beneath a biodome powered by an unkempt and frankly badly maintained generator is not the best place to bring the Duchess of Mandalore.

Still, it's hard to stand on ceremony when the Duchess is being felt up by his Padawan, whose hands cup the girl's breasts even as she calmly answers his prosaic enquiries about safety and experience and limits.

Obi-Wan always has preferred action to information.

Qui-Gon listens intently to Satine tell him that she is no virgin as he reaches out to lay his hands over Obi-Wan’s.

Without interrupting her or breaking his focus on her, he guides Obi-Wan’s palms across the crest of her breasts.

Satine shivers when the pressure drags over her nipples - neither rough nor light.

"Continue," he says.

"Which of us do you mean, Master?" Obi-Wan asks archly. But he keeps sweeping his palms back and forth until Satine is flushed and pressing back into him.

"Satine," Obi-Wan groans and noses at her neck, and it's hard to tell whether he's encouraging her, rebuking her, or simply drowning in her.

Possibly all three, Qui-Gon decides.

"We will take this somewhere more comfortable," he says, "Before this goes further. You may enjoy sex standing up but I find myself at a disadvatange."

Satine gurgles a laugh, and looks both surprised and delighted.

She looks a lot more uncertain when they find somewhere uncomfortable.

"Are you sure?" he asks gently, "You can change your mind. If you need more time..."

"I'm only nervous," she says.

"There's no shame in that," he says, and kisses her.

He intends to kiss her chastely but she surges into the act with a passion that takes him hostage and steals his senses. He sighs into it but eventually eases her away.

Obi-Wan watches them both, grey eyes dark and pupils already dilating.

Qui-Gon searches for traces of jealousy or possessiveness but he gets none of that. Only heat and want and... something. Something that his Padawan hides, even here. A roiling, tempestuous emotion.

"Undress," he instructs, and reaches for his own belt and tunics.

This part is easy enough. Obi-Wan strips with youthful abandon, at ease in his own skin. Satine undresses with small hesitations until she sits on the wide pallet gloriously naked. He himself lingers over the ties to his leggings.

Obi-Wan is the one who reaches out and gently pushes his hands away. Who unknots the ties and then, with a small smile up at him, draws his leggings down.

"She won't run," he says, uncannily knowing.

Satine doesn’t run - and Qui-Gon didn't honestly think she would - but while her eyes go wide and round, the corners of her mouth tip up into the most enchanting smile he has seen on her yet.

"The Force has favoured you greatly, Master Jedi," she says, "And favoured us in turn."

He raises his eyebrows but takes the teasing in good part.

The teasing vanishes by the time they are all three laying down.

They have asked him to teach, so he teaches. He shows them how to awaken the skin with texture and touch. Shows them how sensitive unexpected places can be. He works on Satine's earlobe while Obi-Wan kisses and sucks on her nipples and she pants mindlessly into the dim light, eyes falling closed and legs artlessly falling open.

Obi-Wan sinks two fingers in almost immediately and Qui-Gon winces just as she does.

"Slowly, Padawan," he says, and reaches a big hand down to draw Obi-Wan’s fingers out.

She squeaks and arches and shudders.

Obi-Wan groans.

"You are very responsive," Qui-Gon observes, "If that was all it took. But I think we can do better."

She breathes deep, and licks her lips. "Please do," Satine invites, and sounds positively raptured.

They do.

Qui-Gon shows Obi-Wan how to use lips and tongue to open a woman, to encourage her heat and wetness. He looks up at one point to find her writhing against the pillows, mouth open on a soundless mewling as she watches them with a wild stare, fixed on where his hand guides the movements of Obi-Wan’s head.

Obi-Wan's back is a long, pale expanse of unblemished skin, curving down to a narrow waist and the sweet, secret hollow at the base of his spine.

Without thinking Qui-Gon tightens his fingers in Obi-Wan’s hair and hears him groan, sees the flex of back and behind as Obi-Wan grinds his hips down into the sheets, once, twice, three times.

And he is reminded that it is not only Satine's pleasure that brings him to this bed.

And it is not only women who enjoy being eased open on lips and tongues and fingers.

"Do you have a lubricant?" He asks roughly, "An oil?"

Satine directs him to her pack and Obi-Wan raises his head questioningly.

Qui-Wan pads naked across the room and rummages through the contents before lighting on a bottle of oil. When he turns back Satine has already drawn Obi-Wan back up to where she can kiss his mouth.

As he walks closer he can see the barest hint of pink tongues slipping and sliding together.

Obi-Wan still tenses when he pushes his knees apart.

Qui-Gon stills immediately and rests a warm hand on his lower back. "Is this too much, Padawan?"

The response is immediate - "No, Master," Obi-Wan replies.

"So sweet," Satine mutmurs and kisses Obi-Wan’s eyelids, "Such big fingers, Obi-Wan. Will they fit inside you?"

"They will fit," Qui-Gon promises, "As many as he wants."

"One to start, my Jedi," she whispers, "Just one."

Qui-Gon circles the tight furl of Obi-Wan’s body and then, when he is certain that Obi-Wan is waiting for the breach of hard flesh and bone, he leans down to slide the flat length of his tongue across the sensitised skin.

Obi-Wan shouts and bucks.

Qui-Gon does it again. And Satine holds her lover close and slides her thigh between his legs.

By the time they do progress to a finger, Obi-Wan ruts helplessly against her, and Qui-Gon has twice gripped the base of his erection to stave off an impending orgasm.

His Padawan is a mess of need and the smell of Satine's want lingers even under the musk of their own desire.

She fingers her clitoris as she watches Obi-Wan come undone on top of her, removing her fingers only to press the taste of herself into Obi-Wan’s mouth and paint his nipples in her wetness.

Qui-Gon is singularly impressed. She has quite the imagination for all her youth and apparent lack of practical experience.

Obi-Wan, on the other hand,reacts to this treatment as though he has never known the human body is capable of such sensuality. As though he had just assumed that sex was the act of proaction.

Qui-Gon finds himself wondering if his apparentice has learned yet the joys of having his cock sucked and his balls teased. Of having his nipples played with, and the tender skin of his neck nipped and licked.

He finds himself thinking about what he will do the next time.

And what he will show Satine to do.

And he finds himself wondering if they will do these things to him.

He lifts his head from where he has been insinuating his tongue into Obi-Wan’s hole stretched open on two fingers to find Obi-Wan sucking and biting Satine's breasts.

He has her hands pinned to the sheets as she grinds up between her legs.

"Please," she begs, "Please, Obi-Wan, beloved, please!"

"You shouldn't keep the lady waiting, Obi-Wan," Qui-Gon says mildly, and then catches Obi-Wan by the hips before his apprentice can enthusiastically push up into her slit.

"Wait," he says, and, "You first, Padawan."

Obi-Wan shivers. "Master," he says, and it is half plea and half submission.

But even awkwardly as they are placed, he lifts his hips and arches his back like some kind of large cat.

Qui-Gon fights to remember that his Padawan has in all likelihood never done this before. He can't simply push in and expect him to know how to adjust.

He slicks himself thoroughly, so hard that it is a physical ache to touch himself.

And he feels a twinge of worry, watching the twitch of such a tiny hole preparing to take his large erection.

"Master," Obi-Wan says again. And this time there is more desperation.

"I am not your Master in this, Obi-Wan," Qui-Gon says and begins to press against the ring of muscle.

"Always," Obi-Wan gasps, "My Master. Lover, Friend, Teacher. Master... Master!"

"Push out," Qui-Gon orders, and hears the strain in his own voice, "Obi-Wan, so tight! So sweet."

If the touch of his own hand had not been torture enough!

Anything Obi-Wan begins to say is swallowed in Satine's kisses as he begins to fuck carefully into his Padawan's body.

It takes some time but once he is fully seated, he reaches around.

"Satine needs us both," he says into Obi-Wan’s ear.

Obi-Wan nods, and then Qui-Gon begins to manoeuvre them while still stuffed deep into his Padawan's ass. They both moan and shudder, hips jerking as they hold back from simply rutting like animals.

Satine reaches down to help guide them, and he knows the moment when Obi-Wan begins to slide in. She whimpers, voice rising urgently with every panting breathe and Obi-Wan loses all control of his senses.

His Padawan bucks wildly, trapped between Satine's soft curves and Qui-Gon's solid bulk.

And this time Qui-Gon doesn't restrain him. Lets him go. Falls into his own guttural groans for more as he ploughs down into that soft, sweet body.

He gives the last of his control to angling his thrusts just right, so he can hammer Obi-Wan’s prostate while being careful not to press down too hard on top of Satine.

She reaches up, however, and knots her fingers in Qui-Gon’s sweat-damp hair. Drags him down and kisses him over Obi-Wan’s shoulder, fierce as fire.

And Obi-Wan sobs as he comes, head thrown back to Qui-Gon’s shoulder and his own hands scrabbling at the sheet.

There's a tearing sound but none of them even notice as the aftershocks of Obi-Wan’s orgasms are traded back and forth.

Eventually Qui-Gon eases back and slips gently out of Obi-Wan’s body. Obi-Wan's spent cock slips out of Satine and she groans, her fingers almost instantly reaching down to touch her tender folds and then the semen beginning to trickle out.

This time it is Obi-Wan who re-arranges them. Who gently presses Qui-Gon down to the pallet and straddles him.

Without more than a breathe he sinks back down onto Qui-Gon’s cock.

"Satine," he says, "My Master is known for his skillful tongue. Perhaps you would like him to demonstrate his talents again."

She sinks down over him with a soft sigh just as Obi-Wan begins to ride him.

He closes his eyes and gives himself over to sucking his Padawan's semen out of the Duchess of Mandalore.

It isn't until everything is over - when they are all three relatively cleaned off and sated and resting together- that he realises one act he has not yet committed on Obi-Wan.

He props himself up on his elbow and leans down, fingers carefully tilting Obi-Wan’s head towards him.

He kisses him softly, with the slightest suggestion of teeth, and Obi-Wan’s hand rises to stroke his beard and run through his hair before Qui-Gon ends the kiss.

Obi-Wan's eyes are sleepy and sated, his mouth red and swollen and wet.

He looks as beautiful as the Duchess, both of them so young and unashamed and *alive* with all the fire of the Living Force.

"Sleep," Qui-Gon whispers, and rises from the bed, "I'll keep first watch."

Obi-Wan watches him with the same unreadable expression he could not recognise before. Then he nods and turns to watch Satine's sleeping face.

His expression doesn't change.

When it comes to Satine, Qui-Gon would call that expression love.

Re: FILL - Obi-Wan/Qui-Gon/Satine

(Anonymous) - 2017-05-22 07:43 (UTC) - Expand

Clones/Jedi, at the 79's

(Anonymous) 2017-05-18 11:49 am (UTC)(link)
When the war is too much, some Jedi go to the 79's . The only rule is you don't talk about it outside. But here? Here they always find a few brothers to take them in the backrooms and make them forget for a few hours.
Can be Jedi meeting the clones they love here, pretending it's not important; like Aayla /Bly or Cody/Obi-Wan, or Jedi letting brothers they have never met take them for a night...

Obi-Wan/Cody, Obi-Wan/Other clones

(Anonymous) 2017-05-18 11:59 am (UTC)(link)
Fucking his General into sleep is the only way to force him to sleep. But sometimes, Cody isn't there, is hurt, really hasn't the time.
That's not a problem: he has very helpful brothers and they follow instructions very well.
Sometimes they even holotap it, for him to watch their efforts.

Tycho Celchu/Ysanne Isard, anything

(Anonymous) 2017-05-19 06:38 pm (UTC)(link)
Literally anything, sexual or not, I just want to see them struggle through an unlikely attraction. Stockholm syndrome, Lusankya days reminiscences, infatuation, unconventional torture methods, ideological debates full of tension, recruiting attempts, hatesex. Without blatant noncon, and preferably without gruesome mutilation and total submission on Tycho's part, while some grudging respect from Ysanne would be nice.

And if someone has recs, I would be grateful too.

Obi-Wan/Anakin, multiple orgasms

(Anonymous) 2017-05-20 12:17 am (UTC)(link)
It turns out that sex is the best way to keep Anakin at ease, so instead of meditations they switch to sex sessions with lots of oral sex, prostate stimulation and stretching (which may or may not include toys and fisting), which leave Anakin so sated and relaxed that Obi-Wan can't help indulging him.
Bonus points for Obi-Wan trying to be clinical about it, but feeling hopelessly turned on by the way Anakin comes undone at his hand.

Obi-Wan/Cody, first time

(Anonymous) 2017-05-20 11:49 am (UTC)(link)
Obi-Wan/Cody, first time.
Casual friendly sex is common among clones, and Cody wants to comfort his general after some difficult mission. Obi-Wan agrees after making sure that it's completely consensual.
I would prefer top!Obi-Wan

Obi-wan/Cody, h/c, disordered eating

(Anonymous) 2017-05-20 04:29 pm (UTC)(link)
Obi-wan doesn't think he deserves to eat (and so he doesn't), Cody notices. Cue sweet cuddles and Cody convincing Obi-wan of his own self worth.

Anakin/ Palpatine - the Vader suit is actually a bondage suit

(Anonymous) 2017-05-21 04:08 am (UTC)(link)
Palpatine uses the suit to control Anakin's body and to fuck with his perceptions.

So those buttons on the front of his suit? Don't just control things like his breathing apparatus (whether he needs it or not), but also things like the vibrator in his ass.

Anakin/Padme/Obi Wan/Palpatine-Body Modification, Bondage,Humiliation

(Anonymous) 2017-05-21 02:54 pm (UTC)(link)
At Mustafar, Anakin turns Padme and Obi Wan into his personal ponygirl and ponyboy and Palpatine joins the fun.

FILL: Anakin/Padme/Obi Wan/Palpatine-Body Modification, Bondage,Humiliation

(Anonymous) 2017-06-02 02:38 am (UTC)(link)
This is how the day starts - the groom removes the blindfold.

The ponies have come to anticipate the time, even without clocks, and they have come to anticipate what comes next.

The stallion always twitches when the mare whinnies.

She's only having her sleep-pole extracted from the wet, sore folds of her pussy but he gets restive around her. Gets... protective.

The groom did suggest gelding rather than a stallion kept entire but Lord Vader was very specific about the treatment and training required in his stables.

Both mare and stallion were to be kept whole. And not only whole, but... enhanced.

Which is possibly why the stallion's prick starts to fill. His nostrils flare, the scent of fresh cunt strong in the sterile atmosphere of the stables.

The groom can't see the expression on his face - the sleeping hood a prerequisitve for his volatile temperament - but he imagines it is the usual mix of lust and conflict and anger.

"Easy, boy," the groom murmurs, and pumps the red, hard cock a few times to encourage him to behave.

The stallion snorts and tosses his head.

But he can't do much with his arms locked behind him, his eyes blinded by the hood. And anyway, he's still on his own sleep-pole, and until it's retracted, he's not going anywhere.

The mare whinnies again and he looks over into the other stall, where she's being bridled.

Vader demands the best for his ponies and she will be taken first to be cleaned and washed.

She's a pretty little thing, and over the past few years she has learned to stop resisting.

They'd never whip her too hard, of course - it would ruin her skin - but they have been granted leeway on other means. A few sessions on the fuck machines or the shock chair have rendered away the fight in her. Now she's quite sweetly behaved.

And it helps that Vader keeps her as a show pony, more to be seen than worked.

Unlike the stallion.

The groom continues to pull casually at his erection. The stallion is beginning to breathe harder, his balls pulling up.

It's somewhat amusing that he's lately taken to shifting on his pole during his morning rub, no doubt stimulating his prostate.

The grooms haven't told Vader about this yet. But it's hardly surprising, really, given how much the stallion gets fucked.

Speaking of which...

He lets go before orgasm, and the stallion groans and bucks a bit, leaking cock desperate for friction in thin air.

But Lord Vader is receiving the Emperor today, and the ponies will be expected to be at their best. This one, he contemplates, will no doubt be required to please the Emperor by ejaculating before him.

When he goes to check on the progress with the mare, she is getting the finishing touches applied to her harness.

Her dark hair has been washed and dried, plaited down her back to hang precisely between her shoulderblades. Her eyes are wide but stare straight ahead at nothing. Her pretty mouth has bee painted before the bit was inserted - a nice sweet pink, he notes approvingly.

Even as he watches, an undergroom hangs bells on her nipples while another eases in her tail plug. It is a source of some professional pride that they took the time to use her own hair to form the thick, luxurious fall of her tail.

Still, it was easier with her than it was with the stallion. It was necessary to grow his hair for some time before it was a sufficient length. And even then they had to shear him to preserve the length. It is only just beginning to reach an acxeptible length again.

He walks around the mare, eyeing her critically. She shifts, boot clopping as the metal sole comes down on the echoing tile.

The dark leather harness sets off her pale, unblemished skin to perfection. Echoing in the hard shelves on whicb her breasts sit.

The groom flatters himself it is an innovative idea.

This way, they not only present and expose her breasts - humiliating her and pleasing all onlookers - but the support is important to keep them supple and firm. Especially when she is shown off. Trotting and running can damage the elasticity of human skin terribly, he thinks, and pulls a nipple to sit just so.

She trembles at the touch so he does it again, and is amused to watch her thighs clench and release.

Her arm binders are loose so he directs an undergroom to tighten them, and himself reaches between her legs to tighten the clamp on her clitoris. The attached bell jangles merrily. The thin leather braids that pull her labia apart are pulled up to harness around her waist, and all these are also tightened before she is led out.

She will be walked to warm up her muscles for the showing later on.

The stallion is led into the closure still in his sleep hood, the metal soles of his boots loud as he clops in over the tiles.

He grunta when they insert the enema nozzle, but does not react when the undergrooms begin to scrub him down. The bristles for him are rougher and harder, as per Vader's directives, but then he is a work horse and this is necessary to help his circulation.

When he is emptied of the contents of his bowels, he is rinsed and dried and then oiled all over. Just as the mare was.

And just like always, the groom remembers fondly when he first saw the raw potential and thought it would never have the strength to pull the sulky, even with the gravity boosters that Vader added to the vehicle to assist with load bearing.

As he watches the deceptive shift of muscle beneath skin, he is glad to have been wrong.

The stallion is harnessed in much the same way as the mare. Except that the waist strap allows for him to be put between the shafts of the sulky. And the bit is replaced by a ball gag.

It is not traditional for a pony, but the struggle when he managed to get the bit properly betweeen his teeth made him useless while the badly cut corners of his mouth healed.

The groom inserts his tail plug himself, the gold-red copper shorter than the mare's curls but still long enough to draw the eye to the rump.

His arm binders are habitually pulled tight, and unlike the mare, they are only loosened when he is pulling the sulky.

Or enduring the fuck machines or the shock chair. And even then his wrists are manacled and a troop of clones is left to guard Vader's valuable property.

The groom pulls the groin ring down and slides it around the now flacid penis before pulling the straps around and up at the back. If the penis fills, the ring will act as a tight cock ring. If it doesn’t, it will still look pretty.

They have very little time left so he doesn’t lube the sounding rod before he begins to shove it into the ponyboy's urethra.

The stallion bucks, and whines high and loud, but he is restrained enough that the groom only shoots him a frustrated glare.

"You should be used to this by now," he snaps, "Stop fidgeting."

They take him out into the training ring.

And they bow immediately.

Vader is already there, watching as the Emperor strokes the mare's flanks.

"Such a pretty creature," the Emperor says, and then his wrecked face crumplea into a leer as he catches sight of them.

"Ah," he says, "Kenobi. How nice to see you. And in such fine fettle."

The stallion always lifts his chin, but he is useless here.

The groom knows he had done his work well.

And across the paddock Vader takes the mare's bridle and walks her to the tethering post. The pole beside it sports one of the biggest vibrators in the collection and she pulls back restively. But the iron grip on her reins does not falter.

She is mounted and left, her eyes already glazing over as the vibrator churns in her sloppy cunt.

Her breasts wobble on their support shelf, and the bells on her nipples and clit tinkle musically. She is a thing of beauty in this grim, lava-reddened world of heat and desolation.

"Perhaps a ride before business, Master," Vader's mechanical voice booms.

And the stallion's nostrils flare.

The groom ignores his bad temper as he puts the blinkers on him. It is the Emperor who fastens the clamps of the reins. And not on the ball gag, which is not efficient for this act, but to the stallion's balls.

The reins when snapped, snap up into the soft underside of the rump, and so long as any turns are signalled by pulling hard enough on the appropriate testicle, the groom is confident that the ride will be relatively smooth.

Qui-Gon - Ecosexual

(Anonymous) 2017-05-21 11:38 pm (UTC)(link)
So I just saw an article about ecosexuals who are of the belief that having sex with the earth will help it. Like having intercourse with the ground, rubbing against leaves/flowers or trees, that kind of thing. And all I could think was that this would SO be something Qui-Gon would do.

So yeah, Qui-Gon basically masturbating to/on plants and/or having sex with them!

Obi-Wan/Rex, meeting each other again.

(Anonymous) 2017-05-22 07:46 am (UTC)(link)
Five years after the Republic end, Rex goes to Tattoine to met with a contact. His surprise is big, and if he's not happy to have been kept out of the secret, he's still so happy to find his lover again....

Anakin/Padme/Obi-Wan - Failing Relationship

(Anonymous) 2017-05-22 08:02 pm (UTC)(link)
Anakin doesn't turn, Sideous is destroyed and the war is over. With no war and no Padawan, Anakin finally quits the Jedi, admits his relationship with Padme and the two move to Naboo to have their kids.

5 years later, the two are distant and resentful. Turns out getting married a week after meeting again and spending near to no time together during the war keeps you from finding out how incompatible you are as people and their relationship isn't doing well.

That is, until Obi-Wan comes to visit and his influence brings a happiness and lightness to both them and their time together that they haven't felt in a while. After a talk, they decide to invite Obi-Wan into their relationship.

(Maybe the Jedi have eased the rules about attachement in the aftermath of the war or they agree that it's just a occasional casual thing)

Come Eating Top!Anakin+Bottom!Obi

(Anonymous) 2017-05-24 08:34 pm (UTC)(link)
Prompt: Pet Play one shot with Anakin calling obi wan pet names/humilating him while fucking him them making him eat his own come. Bonus if Obi-Wan is wearing a collar

Obitine - Satine is actually gendered male

(Anonymous) 2017-05-26 10:13 am (UTC)(link)
The Duchess of Kryze is always the first born heir, and - given the title - female. So the House of Kryze quite pragmatically declares every first born child a girl regardless of actual gender to safeguard inheritance.

It's never bothered anyone in Mandalore, least of all Satine, who takes her duty to her people very seriously.

She also takes her duty to her husband very seriously, and thoroughly enjoys fucking her big, strong ex-Jedi husband through the mattress.

Obi-Wan/Obi-Wan - Master Kenobi and Padawan Kenobi - Selfcest

(Anonymous) 2017-05-28 06:50 am (UTC)(link)
Master Kenobi travels back in time and meets Padawan Kenobi. When alone, the two decide to experiment and have sex.

Bonus - Padawan Kenobi has always wanted it hard and rough but been too shy to ask. Master Kenobi knows this and decides to indulge him.

Obi-Wan/Qui-Gon - Changeling Prostitute

(Anonymous) 2017-05-28 06:51 am (UTC)(link)
Obi-Wan is in love with Qui-Gon but knows he can't do anything about it. So he takes a sample of his masters DNA to a changeling prostitute and gets the next best thing.

Cassian/Jyn + Pegging

(Anonymous) 2017-05-28 07:45 pm (UTC)(link)
Tbh? Jyn pegging Cassian and being gentle and loving ?? Giving him what he needs, calling him a good boy, etc, only getting rough with it when he asks.


Dooku/Obi-Wan, Sith!Qui-Gon/Obi-Wan, Vader/Obi-Wan

(Anonymous) 2017-05-31 01:21 pm (UTC)(link)
The Sith have won but those three have killed Sidious the same day. Most of running the galaxy is left to Dooku, who likes that sort of things, and Anakin and Sith:!Qui-Gon run the military.
And the three of them keep a Fallen!Jedi lover. Obi-Wan just broke when the other Jedi died: he just doesn't care anymore, he refuses to go outside.
sometimes, he send intel to the Rebellion and he's not over using sexual favors to save opponents, but he just won't fight again and not against those three. There is not exactly jealousy, sometimes they like to watch him with the other two. Dooku particulary: he find all the naked businness tiresome but he likes seing Obi-Wan getting fucked and then just opening his pants and Obi-Wan crawling to suck him.

Obi-Wan/Anakin cuddling

(Anonymous) 2017-06-01 10:50 pm (UTC)(link)
Any scenario of them cuddling, even better if they're at a picnic or are stargazing.

FILL: Obi-Wan/Anakin cuddling (sorry, not as light and fluffy as I originally meant it to be)

(Anonymous) 2017-06-02 12:55 am (UTC)(link)
They don't generally cuddle.

Obi-Wan is not a man of open affection, Anakin finds.

Perhaps because he still worries about their age difference, or perhaps because he still feels awkward 'pawing his former Padawan' as he once eloquently - and somewhat drunkenly - slurred.

Anakin has tried pointing out that he is old enough and mature enough and of sound mind; fully capable of making his own choices and decisions. But in his heart of hearts, he suspects that Obi-Wan is right to be concerned.

Because the truth of the matter is that his affection is born from familiarity. From moments of comforted pain and shared victory and Obi-Wan’s gentle understanding during all those times when Anakin struggled to make sense of his world and himself.

How many times, Anakin wonders, did Obi-Wan put aside his own needs, his own feelings, his own wants, to priortise Anakin's.

Well, there's the big one.

Anakin remembers it.

He sometimes wonders if that is the key to Obi-Wan’s introspection. The sudden shock of loss, the agonising realisation that depending on someone else can destroy your whole world when you're a Jedi.

But even then, Anakin remembers.

Remembers his victory over destroying the Trade Feseration ship, and then the dawning grief when Obi-Wan told him of Qui-Gon’s death. He remembers his fear of being sent back to Tatooine and Gardula, his confusion when Yoda arrived and spoke only of politics and work. Of what Obi-Wan had to do next, and not what he had already suffered.

Anakin knows better now. Jedi treat emotions like delicate glass, and work never ends for a Knight. He susepcts Yoda would have had private sadness for Obi-Wan. As he suspects that Obi-Wan would not have known how to react had Yoda not given him tangible paths to direct his roiling, distracted thoughts.

Because this is also something Anakin knows now - that Obi-Wan is only human, and not the wisest or greatest of Jedi Knights. He is not a pillar of stone, or a bastion of control.

Anakin has seen Obi-Wan break, has seen him confused and tired and dejected and angry. Has seen him beg - so prettily - his voice cracking as they move in the dark in a frenzied search for pleasure and closeness and relief.

But at the time, well, at the time Obi-Wan had been... everything.

Distracting, soothing, responsible, funny, understanding... the list is endless. And at night, when Anakin had missed his mother violently and feared this great big confusing galaxy, Obi-Wan had quite matter-of-factly curled up behind him in the bed they shared and let Anakin fall asleep to the sound of his regular, soft breathing. To the warmth of his hand and his chest. To security and care and protection.

And yet Obi-Wan now doesn’t do that.

Anakin wonders why.

Wonders when Obi-Wan began to think that simple human contact was unnecessary. Or worse, that it was... somehow impure.

Anakin struggles with this until the night he wakes suddenly to find Obi-Wan gone from their bed.

And it is enough that he has taught himself to hear the affection in verbal sparring, has taught himself to see validation in the way Obi-Wan puts others before him.

Anakin storms out expecting to fight or break, only to find his lover in the star map room.

This is the night that Anakin realises that he is very, very right. And very, very wrong.

Obi-Wan *is* reticent about presuming too much on Anakin's love. And he *has* been badly hurt once before when he found that depending on one person could destroy his whole world.

But even as Anakin wraps his arms around his lover, he realises that it has been very many years since Naboo, and the child who needed Obi-Wan to put aside his own mourning has grown up.

And maybe, can now give back some of the distraction, soothing, responsibility, fun, understanding.

He leans against the wall, Obi-Wan sitting in the 'v' of his legs and leaning back against his chest, and he buries his nose in copper hair, closing his eyes to better feel the tired, worn dejection in the Force.

But it begins to fall away as he radiates comfort and care. And then Obi-Wan says something and he replies.

And the words aren't important - caustic and casual as they are - the tone is. The context is. The *unspoken* is.

And he feels his lover calm, and then he feels him relax, and then he feels him give in.

Give in, give up, give out - he's not sure.

But Anakin knows the moment when Obi-Wan lets himself accept the cuddle. Leans back into it. Soaks it in like a sponge. Like a starving man.

Around them, the stars of this great big confusing galaxy swirl.

And they have each other.


(Anonymous) 2017-06-11 09:58 am (UTC)(link)
The clones resisted Order 66 and saved the galaxy. And the only thing they ask in return: a desolate world to settle, and Master Kenobi.

Obi-Wan/everyone, plug

(Anonymous) 2017-06-11 10:12 am (UTC)(link)
A Jedi has need, ok? And with all the stress, he's taking his sex when he can. So, he wears a plug and his various lovers only have to take it out, bend him over something and fuck him. So, all his lovers are taking advantage of it: Bail, Mace, Cody and Rex....