Star Wars Kink Meme Round #1

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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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Re: Anakin/Obi-wan+Ahsoka FILL

[(Anonymous)]

A/N: As I said above. Part of a greater fic but these can be easily separated from the main bit. If you want the whole fic follow the link in the comment above (just mind the ObiWan/Anakin/Padme (which slips in here a little as well)).


1.

Ahsoka had only really just been assigned Anakin’s Padawan and was still trying to figure out where her relationship with him sat. Still trying to figure out which of the rumours that had spread about the man were true and which were false, and what was the truth that existed in place of the false ones. Everything an awkward push-pull of interactions between them, trying to find what was comfortable. Trying to find what worked.

She had been sent to go find him by one of the other masters. Her position as Padawan meaning her errand-girl in that Jedi’s eyes.

She was pretty sure he would be with the ships, having been told earlier by him that he was going to just ‘quickly check’ something. She had already discovered there was truth in the rumours that he had a love of technology. Had already learnt that if she needed him and he wasn’t where he was supposed to be her next place to look should always be with the ships.

Their bond was still weak, still so easy to break if it became clear that there weren’t a right fit as Master and Padawan, but it was strong enough for her to identify exactly which ship he was on. She walked up the landing ramp and into the cockpit and stopped dead in her tracks.

Apparently Master Kenobi had come to visit her Master while he was checking the ships and somehow they had ended up in a situation where Anakin was on his knees in front of his Master.

Ahsoka couldn’t actually see anything. They were both still fully (well, apparently mostly on Master Kenobi’s part) dressed and positioned in a way where Anakin’s back blocked everything but it was pretty clear what was happening. Master Kenobi’s head was resting back on the wall behind him, his eyes shut and mouth open in a silent moan. His hand buried in Anakin’s hair gently guiding his head up and down.

Ahsoka squealed – maybe shrieked – and Master Kenobi’s eyes shot open. She was pretty sure Anakin’s entire body tensed up (hopefully not his jaw or else that might be painful for Master Kenobi) but didn’t stick around long enough to know for sure. She backed out of the cockpit, ran down the ramp and left the hanger pretty quickly.

She didn’t return to the Master that had asked her to go find Anakin. Wasn’t exactly sure what she was supposed to say to them? Did she tell them the truth and risk her new Master potentially getting in trouble? Or did she come up with some lie as to why she couldn’t find him and risk getting in trouble herself? She didn’t know what action to take so instead she just avoided the problem. Hopefully whatever they wanted her Master for wasn’t too important.

Instead she returned to her room, sat on her bed and tried to process what she just witnessed.

She logically knew what sex was. Contrary to popular opinion the Jedi weren’t prudes when it came to that. Granted her ‘formal’ education on the topic would likely be considered overly clinical by many. Still, put enough preteens together anywhere in the galaxy and they were sure to find some way to explore the new interests the hormones in their bodies were slowly kindling. However there was a great difference between biological explanations and smuggled porn, and seeing her Master on his knees in front of his Master. Many would consider the difference semantics but there was still a difference.

There had been rumours about them but she had been sure those would eventuate as false. Had been sure those were just delusions created by the hormone-driven minds of preteens and teenagers reading sex into everything. Apparently she was wrong and they were right (and she could probably sweep a few betting pools if she played it right).

It took an hour for Anakin to show up.

He looked both relieved and unnerved to see Ahsoka. He then sat her down for what was potentially the most awkward conversation of her life.

His explanations came in verbal diarrhoea drawn out by awkward silences. He and Obi Wan sometimes did things (she already knew that, they both had looked too comfortable and practiced for it to be some first time fling). They had started during his final year as Obi Wan’s Padawan but their relationship had always been slightly atypical for reasons he didn’t want to go into right at that moment. It had been their personalities that attracted them to each other not their positions. Anakin would never expect anything like that from Ahsoka and he didn’t want her to ever think he would. Ever.

The final point had such force behind the words that Ahsoka almost asked her Master if he was okay. She had never really seen him so serious and she wanted to ask if there was something that had happened to make him so adamant on the point. But she didn’t. Still not sure where their relationship sat and what questions were allowed to be asked.

Instead she used the words that she was more certain would be safe.

“I promise not to tell anyone.”

“I’m not going to ask you to lie to protect us.”

“I doubt anyone would ask and anyway it’s not really any of their business.”

“No I don’t think it is,” Anakin said with an awkward laugh but he seemed lighter, less serious.

“Can we pretend this never happened?”

“Yes. Please. Let’s do that.”


4.

The people of the planet were famed for their tent building. Massive structures that despite well and truly falling into the definition of ‘tent’ were made to last generations. They made towns out of them, large groupings that seemed to spread for miles but never so far that a person couldn’t be able to cross it within a day’s trip.

They had built one of those towns for the visiting Jedi and Clones. A token of their gratitude for the help in removing the Separatist army that had decided to use their world as a base. They didn’t even care that the help would only require them for a short time. To them building the tents were nothing and they could use them after the Jedi and Clones left. For now though it was entirely theirs.

They even treated them like they owned the town. Like Anakin and Obi Wan were the heads of their ‘tribe’, and Ahsoka their heir, and the Clones as the rest of the population. They would wait on the outskirts of the town until given permission to enter by either Anakin, Obi Wan, or Ahsoka and always seemed to treat them with respect despite the fact the Jedi and Clones were there to serve them and ensure their continued allegiance.

It was kind of weird and kind of nice.

They were there currently, having given the group a day to recoup from the last battle. They refused to enter into the town despite Ahsoka’s assurances it was okay. “Two leaders should always meet on middle ground, never on the territory of one of them unless it is misinterpreted as an invasion,” one of the group explained and, fine, whatever, if they wanted Ahsoka to go get Anakin and Obi Wan so they could meet them on ‘middle ground’ she would go get Anakin and Obi Wan.

Anakin and Obi Wan’s tent was the largest in the town except for the communal ones. It was easy to spot and Ahsoka pushed passed the thick clothe covering that kept the outside world from getting inside the doorway.

“They are ready whenever you are Mast-“ Ahsoka kind of wished the doorway had an actual door on it because then she might have knocked on it before entering. Might have knocked on it and avoided walking in on what she walked in on.

Anakin and Obi Wan were naked, on the ground that the tent was built on, red earth staining their bodies. Obi Wan was on his hands and knees and Anakin was curled around him, one hand holding a death grip on hip (and there was no way for Obi Wan to not end up with a bruise from that), the other wrapped around his chest (and was it a good or a bad thing that Ahsoka couldn’t see her master’s penis because it was buried deep in Obi Wan’s ass?). They knew she was there, had clearly heard her walking in. Obi Wan was flushed red (apparently he did blush with his whole body), face buried in his hands as if somehow if he didn’t see what was happening it wasn’t actually happening – Ahsoka sort of wished it worked like that but, then again, she could see what was happening. Anakin had his face pressed firm between Obi Wan’s shoulders but she could see his eyes were open, just not looking at her.

“Ahsoka. Get out,” Anakin said, and she could hear the tension in his voice. She had no problem following the order what-so-ever.

“Right. I’ll go tell them you’re busy.”

She told the visitors that the Masters was sleeping and that she didn’t want to disturb him. Apparently she struggled to hide the lingering embarrassment at what had happened because one of the members of the group jokingly asked if the Masters “slept naked”.

Eventually Anakin and Obi Wan arrived, fully dressed and looking completely normal. Nothing about them seemed to show that they had just been having sex in the dirt of a ground in their tent.

She excused herself from the meeting, feigning tiredness of her own. She ignored the look it earned her from both of them. Could barely even look at either of them with feeling embarrassment swell up insider her.

She returned to her tent and collapsed onto her bed (and they had beds to, as well as the pelts of animals covering parts of the floors of the tents to try and decrease the red dirt from ending up everywhere, yet instead they ended rutting in the dirt itself like a pair of animals caught in the middle of breeding season). She shut her eyes despite not feeling tired at all but when the image became all she could see then. Her mind trying to process what happened by replying it again and again (and sometimes adding movement to reflect what had to have been happening before she walked in).

She gave up on trying to actually rest and instead tried to meditate it away. It wasn’t completely successful but it was slightly better than just lying in bed completely unable to chase the thoughts away.

“Ahsoka?” she looked up as Anakin walked into her tent looking all kinds of sheepish and great they were going to have to ‘talk’ about it.

“How’d the meeting go?” She hoped redirecting the conversation could save them both the embarrassment of the conversation.

“Good. There’s another base about two hours north of here so we’ll hit it tomorrow before dawn.”

“So early morning?”

“Or we could all just not sleep.” Ahsoka knew how that joke was supposed to be taken but her mind was still replaying what she had seen and it took a different meaning and apparently Anakin figured that out because he winced, hand coming to run through his hair and she knew he was trying to find the right words to say.

“Ahsoka-“

“Look. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have just walked in like that.”

“No. I’m sorry. We shouldn’t have been doing that on a mission.”

“Probably not but then again when was the last time you weren’t on a mission?” As much as she didn’t want to be thinking about her Master having sex she couldn’t just expect him to be celibate whenever they were on a mission together seeing as the galaxy was at war and they were always needed in more places than they could already be with the nearly non-existent breaks they were currently given.

“Two months ago?”

“Two months ago you were chaperoning Senator Amidala to some private week-long meeting with some Senator at their private manor to maintain ‘good relations’ remember?” Meanwhile she had been loaned out to another Master that had worked her ragged by having her constantly either running errands or training.

“That’s right...”

“There wasn’t an actual meeting was there?”

“No, there wasn’t.”

“Come on!” she groaned and collapsed back into her bed in a show of her annoyance. Still, it was better to think of how unfair it had been that she had to be stuck with a Master that believed strength came from being perpetually exhausted while Anakin was enjoying some relaxing time in a private manor on the other side of the galaxy. Better thinking about that then Anakin and Obi Wan having sex (so long as she avoided thinking about how Anakin and Padme had probably spent the week having sex).

“Sorry Snips,” Anakin said but he didn’t sound sorry at all.

“Worst Master ever.”

“Oh come on. I’m not the worst!”

“No you’re not.” He was actually a pretty good one all things considered.

“So do you want to talk about what happened?”

“No I don’t. I want to pretend it never happened.”

“Padawan.” She wasn’t going to budge, even if her Master used his ‘serious’ voice.

“Master.” He gave her a look as if she was being childish so she gave him one right back. “Do you want to talk about what happened?”

“No! But-“

“Good. It’s settled. We’re not talking about it. It never happened. We’re all just going to move on and take out the base tomorrow like the great team we are!”

Anakin gave her a look again but it was quickly defeated by his own want to avoid the topic. “Fine. I’ll come get you when we plan out attack.”

“Great, and next time I’m told to go get you I’m sending one of the Clones.”

“Childish,” Anakin said as he went to leave and to prove just how mature she was Ahsoka stuck out her tongue at him.