starwarskinkmeme | 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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GOD I LOVE THAT FANART

for you, anon, in honor of great taste:

Anakin had been so professional about it--was Obi-Wan's thought much later. His very young former padawan had yanked him into his lap with a flick of the fingers, almost a salute; his false hand only found Obi-Wan's collar after Obi-Wan was already face-down and winded. Obi-Wan looked up from under a swatch of red hair to find Anakin smiling at him. There was nothing to show that he was aware he was behaving at all eccentrically--except, of course, for the triumph that came rolling through the Force in bath-warm waves.

It was hard not to buckle, a little, under that confident heat. But: "Anakin," said Obi-Wan, striving for levelness, "just what exactly--"

Anakin was rolling his tights down. Obi-Wan abandoned levelness and tried to push himself up, only to find he'd been trapped against Anakin's chest by what was, for all intents and purposes, an iron bar. "No, Master," said Anakin in his ear, using the gravelly, almost subaudible tone that he'd irritatingly figured out disconcerted Obi-Wan about six months after his voice broke. Well, it wasn't Obi-Wan's fault that part of him still expected Anakin to squeak. "Not 'exactly.'" Before Obi-Wan could protest, he'd lowered him back across his knees, and recommenced with stripping him of underpants and leggings--underpants?

The truth was that Obi-Wan had been expecting something of this nature for a few weeks now; it was the first time they'd been deployed together since Jabiim, and Anakin had, in his quest to reassert normalcy after what had been a strikingly miserable separation, even by their abysmal standards--had started to take an interest in Obi-Wan: probably because that, at least, was something he'd never done before. It couldn't bear the taint of loss's sentimental awkwardness.

However Obi-Wan rationalized it, it had rapidly grown past what he could dismiss as a harmless puppy crush. Or even as an experimental gesture toward their new equality. Although there was certainly some question of power--

"It's not good discipline to try and retreat with the Force, Master," said Anakin, with exaggerated patience. So he had noticed Obi-Wan's attempts to wriggle out through the aid of some gentle suggestion. Fine.

The word discipline also finally jogged Obi-Wan's sense of what Anakin wanted out of this pantomime. It was a rather specific position, after all--and a word-for-word quote from his younger days, even if he'd never spanked Anakin.

"What is it I'm being chastised for?" he asked, detached; he spoke as much to distract himself from Anakin's upraised hand as because he expected an answer.

To his surprise, Anakin nodded approval. "What were the med-droid's orders before clearing you for duty?" he asked.

Oh. That. "Not to let my fellow Knight get me alone in a room with him?" Obi-Wan tried.

"That would have been good advice," said Anakin, cheerfully. "But no. Try again."

"To... eat a truly awful combination of vitamins with every meal..."

"An important combination of vitamins. And it said you needed to sleep eight hours a night to make up for forced deprivation." Bright lights, brighter than Coruscant--how had she gotten the sun underground--? "Have you been sleeping eight hours a night?"

Which brought them to the other reason that Obi-Wan was lying fairly passively across Anakin's spread thighs, his soft cock trapped between his stomach and increasingly sweaty leather. He kept blacking out for five second bursts.

It was also the reason he wasn't truly expecting Anakin to escalate, whatever the unacknowledged pressures that had brought them to this mishap. He let his forehead drop to the bedspread. "Yes, well, you've made your point--" he shivered as some trick of recycled air concentrated all his attention to the bare skin of his ass "--very colorfully, I'm sure after this I won't risk it. Are you going to tuck me in?"

"No," said Anakin, with Jedi calm. "I'm going to punish you."

Obi-Wan groaned aloud despite himself; humiliation, not at all Jedi-like, had flattened every half-formed thought--and cleared the way for coursing arousal. His hips twitched. Anakin's smugness was a beacon. He'd relaxed, damn it, Obi-Wan knew he had; minutely, but he couldn't have known this would work--he had only--

Seen something, Obi-Wan supposed. It was what he did. Though always doubting, nearly rueful--Anakin found solutions to problems no one had posed. Thank you ever so much.

Obi-Wan was used to... what? To the hot shock of desire, leaving a space in its wake for vanity: for the sort of shame that was really only pride, bruised and self-berating. That was a trap he'd been taught to avoid. Not the reverse; not this drop from the flush of resistance into a strange, abyssal consent.

"There," said Anakin, "see? That wasn't so hard." He let go of Obi-Wan's collar, and braced that hand on the back of Obi-Wan's neck.

"Oh, quite," Obi-wan muttered. He wasn't sure Anakin could hear him. He had a mouthful of linen. "Easy as--"

Anakin hit him.

It was hard. Open-handed, but hard, and it occurred to Obi-Wan to wonder if Anakin knew how to do this, safely, or if-- Anakin smacked him again. Obi-Wan decided to worry about more pressing matters, like the stinging pain in his ass. He squirmed forward instinctively, and Anakin adjusted his legs to get a firmer hold, raising the knee under Obi-Wan's hips until Obi-Wan couldn't slip out from under his hand without unhooking himself completely. He wouldn't be able to maintain that stance for long, Obi-Wan thought, desperately, not with a grown man's full weight on him.

A flurry of blows. Obi-Wan was gasping, limp; he'd arched up once, and immediately found he didn't have the strength for it. Anakin's leg sank down, and he lay still, trying to catch his breath, Anakin's other knee under his chest a discomfort that moored him, compared to the burn--

Smack. It snapped through his whole body, he might have been a short chain. "Master," Anakin moaned, above him, and the hand moved to his hair, fisting in the roots. That hurt, too, but a sharp, frivolous pain: every point like that was welcome, pulling him away from the boiling well, his cold-hot ass, his cock as hard as rock and yet joined at the base to something liquid. It really was like a spring in the middle of him, a hot, continuous rising, so that he almost thought he'd pissed himself except that would have brought an end to it.

Anakin had stopped spanking him, the better to grope at his ass and knead the cheeks. Obi-Wan swiveled away from the motion, rolling his hips downward, and was rewarded by Anakin's hands clamping down on him: not deliberately, now, but desperately, as though he really feared escape.

They were both panting. The noise filled up the little cavern of the bunk. "Anakin," Obi-Wan said, at last, "continue, would you? I don't think I've had my just deserts yet."

ooooooooooh CHRIST ON A CRACKER this is a fast and quality fill and i had that picture in mind too when prompting this omg ilu author anon

dominant anakin is hot as hell haha damn

Might I ask what picture you two are talking about?

http://halpdevon.tumblr.com/post/138531477226/oh-how-the-turntables

aaa I'm really glad you liked it! he is isn't he, maybe one day Obi-Wan will admit it

oh. my. god.

this is scorching hot, well-written, and the characterization is BRILLIANT. A+, author!anon. A+.

thank youuuuu <3 this is my first time writing them so I kept wanting to. exposit? but I'm glad you thought it worked!!

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