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."
You may post a link to your tumblr/ao3 account/ or any other website as long as it is accessible.
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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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.

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.

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Once again, Anakin gets creative. Taking inspiration from what his Master did to him earlier, he plays around with his tongue and his teeth, testing the older Jedi’s boundaries. He nibbles gently at the head before wrapping his tongue around it and sucking hard, he runs his partially bared teeth along the entire length before sucking on his balls, he presses his tongue flat against it and licks his way up slowly, stopping to lap at the frenulum.
Obi-Wan’s breath races and stalls, he opens his eyes to look at his Padawan in disbelief, until a new idea of his forces him to close is eyes again and drags a moan out of his sore throat. Anakin doesn’t know what he’s doing, but he’s doing it far too well, undermining the last bit of self-control Obi-Wan had saved for this moment. He doesn’t want to stop, he doesn’t want to rush it, but what else can he do if Anakin doesn’t… if Anakin...
«Anakin!» he cries out right when the boy is biting the folded edge of his foreskin. «Stars, Anakin,» he growls, breathless, grabbing him by his shoulder and pulling him up into a rough kiss before slamming him down on the bed.
Anakin looks up confused and a bit hurt, but he doesn’t have the time to ask anything before Obi-Wan lifts his legs up and backwards and brings his mouth to his ass. The boy gasps loudly as he feels his Master’s tongue lap at his arsehole, tracing circles around it and tempting his entrance. He tries to expand his mind to reach Obi-Wan’s, to understand what he’s feeling, but all he feels is a scorching sense of something close to hunger, flashing in bright shades of red, burning out any other thought or emotion. When he touches it, he feels its heath bleed into his consciousness for a moment before he’s chased away from it back into the safe perimeter of his own mind.
Obi-Wan lets his hips fall down on the bed and takes a deep breath to calm himself. He can’t risk losing control like this. He doesn’t want to scare Anakin, or worse, hurt him.
«Are you all right?» he asks softly and he’s relieved when Anakin says yes.
«Are you?» the boy asks, a confused worry in his thin voice, and Obi-Wan nods reassuringly.
«I’m fine if you are, my young Padawan,» he replies smiling, gently caressing the side of his thigh. He slowly slides a hand along the crack of his ass, bringing a finger to follow the damp trace left by his tongue.
«I really liked that, Master,» Anakin says honestly, bending his knees and parting his legs to make way for the other.
«Oh, did you?» Obi-Wan chuckles. He leans forward and thrusts his cock in between the boy’s cheeks as he pokes at his hole with one finger. «Do you like this?»
Anakin nods, biting his lower lip. He feels a lot shier now, slightly intimidated by the strength of his Master’s feelings and uncertain about what is coming next. Sure, he knows the rough theory, but suddenly the practical thing seems a lot stranger than he thought.
«So, first you need to be stretched, if you don’t want to be hurt,» Obi-Wan explains calmly. He raises a hand towards his bedside table, channels his Force and makes a small gesture to his right and upwards. Anakin hears a drawer open and close before a small black plastiflex vase flies from it and lands gracefully into the Jedi’s outstretched hand. He opens it and takes a small amount of a sort of smooth transparent cream from it. He spreads part of it onto his fingers and uses the rest to cover Anakin’s hole.
The boy flinches at the first contact with the cold slimy paste, making his Master’s chuckle, but he quickly gets used to it, or at least gets distracted by the way Obi-Wan’s fingers massage the sensitive skin between his cheeks and his balls. He’s so relaxed he almost doesn’t notice when he penetrates him with the tip of his index. Seeing his absence of reaction, the Jedi slides in the rest of the finger, and the boy gasps in surprise when he feels his knuckles hit him.
Now he definitely feels it.
«Relax,» Obi-Wan says softly and Anakin doesn’t fight his mind influence, letting all the muscles in his body loosen up. He parts his legs bends his hips upwards as the Jedi begins to move around, thrusting his finger back and forth and slowly, gradually extending a weak Force field around it, giving Anakin all the time to adjust to every size change, stretching him gently so that he never feels pain.
«Is it always such a slow process?» Anakin whines, always impatient, and Obi-Wan laughs.
«It gets faster with experience, but you should never skip preparation. You risk serious injuries if you do,» he answers. «Trust me, my young Padawan. This wait will be rewarding.» He grins, sliding in a second finger.
Anakin groans, but the initial discomfort fades quickly into a dull pleasure given by the gentle friction. Obi-Wan takes his time, partly because he truly wants the boy to be prepared and partly enjoying too much the sight of him being stretched out before him, the feeling of him clenched around his fingers, the pride of being the only one entrusted with such a delicate privilege. Carnal pleasure isn’t but a fortunate consequence of Anakin’s reverence, but it’s his love that Obi-Wan craves to feel. His unwavering faith, his unconditional affection, the shared fate that binds them together.
He arches his fingers upwards to massage his prostate and Anakin moans loudly, surprised at the sudden rush of pleasure.
«I think you’re ready, whenever you feel like it,» Obi-Wan whispers, removing his fingers, but keeping up the Force field inside of Anakin as he leans down on him to kiss his tum first and his lips second. He comes back up, takes a generous amount of lubricant from the little vase he left in a corner of the bed and slathers his cock with it, stroking himself as he watches Anakin’s hole clenching around what looks like solid air. When he’s done, he starts thrusting his dick against his Padawan’s ass, poking his hole with it, lubricating it some more.
«I’m ready, Master. I’m ready,» Anakin breaths out, rocking his hips against Obi-Wan’s crotch. He Jedi smiles, aligning with his hole and slowly sliding inside, calling the Force field off and substituting it with his cock.
Anakin gasps, his mouth opening to form a perfect circle as his smooth skin flushes. He looks like a doll, Obi-Wan thinks and smiles fondly, caressing his face and his hair and his chest as he plunges balls-deep inside of him. All his feelings mixed with the sensation of his tight and warm arsehole clenched around him are almost overwhelming for the older Jedi. Despite all his experience, Anakin is somehow able to mess with him like no one else.
«This's good,» Anakin stammers breathless, slowly starting to move around him, rocking his hips only slightly, testing his own reactions. He feels his Master's cock throb inside of him, filling him up, making him feel a strong sense of completion, both physical and emotional.
Obi-Wan reaches out to his mind, gently intertwining their consciousness to get a glimpse of what his Padawan is feeling. Anakin leans into the mental connection, pouring all of himself out for his Master to see, to sense, to share. Obi-Wan takes everything in and reciprocates generously, outstretching his pleasure and his love and his pride to let him see, to make him understand.
«Oh, Master,» the boy calls softly, his voice shaky and his eyes blurred by tears. The strength and depth of Obi-Wan's feelings is too much for him to handle, but he can't stop basking in their warmth.
«It's okay, Annie,» Obi-Wan whispers reassuringly as he places gentle kisses on his cheeks, wiping the tears from his eyes. Slowly, he dims the mental connection without severing it, giving his Padawan relief from the weight of his feelings and distracting him by starting to move inside of him.
He pulls back and thrusts forward, gently at first but quickly gaining speed as he senses Anakin's desire swell up in his mind.
It doesn't take long for the boy to start rocking his hips into him, a chain of rough moans coming from his mouth like a chant. He wraps his legs around Obi-Wan's hips and pulls himself up abruptly, clinging on his Master's shoulders as he lowers himself on his cock.
Obi-Wan sits back on the bed and lets Anakin ride him, encouraging his pace by thrusting his hips upwards and relishing every time he hears him cry or moan or call his name. He brings up a hand to rub his nipples while he starts stroking his dick with the other.
«Yes, Master, please,» the boy cries out as his movements get more frantic.
Obi-Wan takes the lead again. The pulls out, chuckling at Anakin's disappointed groan, stands up and makes him bend and all fours. He pauses for a moment to lick inside his ass before plunging into him again, harder this time.
Anakin moans loudly, his voice getting hoarse, and all his limbs are shivering so much they struggles to hold him up. His arms give in as Obi-Wan starts masturbating him again and he lies with his head on the pillows and his back arched up. Obi-Wan bends down and starts kissing and biting his neck, careful to leave marks only where he knows the Jedi tunic will cover them.
«I think...» Anakin stammers, unable to finish the sentence and delivering it mentally. Obi-Wan laughs and makes him turn around one last time.
«I want to watch you come,» he explains laying him on his back. Slowly, he pulls almost all the way out and then slams into him. Anakin cries, his nails digging into his Master's thigh. Obi-Wan repeats it a few times, getting faster with each thrust, and he can almost pinpoint the exact moment Anakin breaks down.
He stops in mid-gasp, holding his breath and his mouth widens, letting out a choked scream as his mind bursts with a scorching white light as he comes forcefully all over his chest.
Obi-Wan pulls out and quickly finishes himself off by masturbating to the sight of Anakin lying helplessly on the bed, shaking and panting, frantically trying to come back to his disrupted senses.
He comes on his chest too and gets a wonderful glimpse of his Padawan covered in semen before adrenaline fades into exhaustion and his legs give him up, sending him face first on the bed.
They lie still for a while, listening to each other as they slowly recover their breaths and their mental function. After a few minutes, Obi-Wan starts feeling a strange sense of gratitude and it takes him a moment to realise it's not coming from him, but it's pouring out Anakin's mind, still connected to his.
He looks at the boy and sees a sheepish smile crawl out on his still flushed face, as his blue eyes glint with fondness. He turns on his side and pulls Anakin close to face him, leaning their foreheads together, feeling his warm breath on his lips.
«Are you happy?» he asks.
Anakin nods. «You know I am, Master,» he replies and Obi-Wan chuckles softly.
«Did it meet your expectations?»
Anakin shakes his head. «It was so much more than I could have ever imagined. You were right, I didn't know what I was asking for.» He pauses to nibble at his lower lip as he smiles. «But I'm glad I asked. And I’m glad it was you who gave it to me. It wouldn’t have been as special with someone else,» he says honestly, and Obi-Wan must concede his point.
He wouldn’t have allowed anyone else to have his Padawan the way he did, and he’s partly comforted by the knowledge that nobody will ever be able to have with Anakin the connection they shared. He’s sure than no one could take his place in his young Padawan’s heart.
He gestures in mid-air and a blanket flies from a closet to cover their naked bodies and Anakin curls up against his chest, nuzzling his beard and making a low purring noise. Obi-Wan laughs softly and rubs his back gently, humming at his ear an old Mandalorian lullaby he’d heard somewhere years ago, lulling him to sleep and following him shortly after.

i'm sorry i hope you read this and you like it <3

Not sure if anyone is still here but damn that was good.

I'm here, two years after you and I think it was good too.
Holy shit, it was soooo goood.

Holy shit, four year! Mentally, I'm still alive in 2020 lol.

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