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i would love to see what you could come up with for breeding kink (anakin would be the one getting knocked up in the fantasy⦠or maybe itās real you chose š«¢ the more hysterical and needy and desperate he is the better š) ļæ¼
me, banging pots and pans: breeding kink breeding kink -
hiii omg as promised this is a mess in more ways than one :'))
tags: nsfw, masturbation, sex toys, slight feminisation, way too much stream of consciousness, ambiguous ending
~ send me an obikin prompt! ~
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āKriff,ā Anakin pants, shaking sweaty hair from his eyes and trying not to move too quickly as his knees strain, shaking body speared halfway down the thick dildo suctioned to the durasteel frame of his bed. He moans weakly, shoulders hunching as his loosened rim clenches on the rigid silicone, but he inches determinedly down with tiny rolls of his hips, eyelids fluttering wetly as his body makes space to be fucked. Finally, he settles with fake balls resting against his ass, the high-pitched, warbling moan he hears himself let out making his face flush with delicious shame.
For the thousandth time, Anakin thanks whatever gods there are that Knights are allowed their own private quarters, because when he does this, when he lets go and gives in to his fantasies, there is no way he can keep his feelings and sounds from bleeding into the air and into the Force.
This one though; this is one he knows he canāt let go past the locked door of his room, canāt let even a hint of the thoughts that accompany the devastating pleasure out past his mental shields. This fantasy has a name and a face, is the reason heād travelled into the lower levels in search of things that heād known existed but has never had a need for ā and even though he wants to push every single moment of yearning and fever-hot need past his overwhelmed mind into the ether so that he can take even one breath, he canāt bear to think of the consequences.
The slanted shutters of his room stripe Coruscantās neon night lights across his damp thighs, turns the shadowed skin gleaming from where heās streaked with lube and pre-come, sweat beading at the junction of knee and thigh. He runs a trembling hand along the taut skin and up to his heavy balls, grits his teeth on a whimper at the soft sensation on sensitive nerves. The wanton spread of his hips has settled into an ache deep in his bones, and the visceral satisfaction of staying open and in place so that the silicone cock buried inside his shivering body rests, thick and blunt as deep as it can go, races down his spine with each slight shift back.
After a breath, Anakin begins to rock minutely, a roll of narrow hips that shifts the cock along his prostate in a slow grind, choking back a sob as his head tips and his cock dribbles. Thin strings bead at the tip and slide down to join the mess on the bed beneath him, and he drags his fingers through the pool of lube and pre-come, circles them slowly around where the base of the dildo meets his puffy hole. The stretch is just this side of too much; and he licks his lips at the hungry thrill that goes through him at being split apart and filled to bursting like never before.
It's been a while since he was planet side long enough to indulge in any sort of self-care, let alone the elaborate set up he hopes will satisfy this particular craving (it wonāt, he knows it wonāt) ā and it shows in the way he shakes and spreads his legs further; hands sliding up his tensing belly and chest to circle and pinch at his wet nipples as he grinds on the dildo, letting himself pant and moan into the cool air. Anakin is impulsive and impatient, undoubtedly; but in this he is known to be slow and thorough, taking the time to tear himself apart until heās nothing but a writhing mess, desperate to come.
Tonight though, the thought of edging himself is anathema when his mind continues to replay the dream that had sent him into a frenzy of shocked lust for the past two rotations on board the Twilight. Heād flashed through hyperspace towards the Temple and home, body a livewire as he tried to hold himself back from just pushing a hand into his pants in the fresher and making himself come, knowing how much better this could be if he just waited a little longer, made it as close to reality as he could because he knows he'll never have anything else ā
The images, crystal clear and so wrought with sensation that heād be inclined to think they were a vision if not for what they were, had come seemingly out of nowhere. He has never wanted anything quite like this before, even if heās wanted the subject for longer than he dares to admit ā but when he remembers the words in that accent breathed across his heaving pulse, the greedy edge to them, he knows why his subconscious has latched on and turned him inside out. Ā
Anakin bites his lip and watches as his angry looking cock disappears into the loose circle of his own fingers, jerking forward faster and faster with each increasingly brutal thrust back as he loses himself to the feeling of having something long and hard rubbing against all the places his fingers can never quite reach. Heās never used a toy, content with what he could manage quickly and covertly behind thin walls and even thinner shields, but now that he knows what it feels like, the heft and weight, he doesnāt think heāll ever go back.
His knees are stiff and aching just as much as his hips, muscles beginning to tremble from how long heās had to sit and wait for his body to adjust to the solid thing bulging against his walls. But everything is wet and smooth now, his heartbeat ratcheting higher as he starts to fall into that overwhelming place where everything feels good, the burn at his clenching rim and the bright spear of the cock against his cervix ā
āF-force, oh my - !ā
He gasps sharply, the thought stabbing through him and sending him careening that much closer to the edge because this is it, the fantasy that has sent shockwaves through him for days now, what heās been craving since he woke up from the flickering remnants of dreams where thickly muscled thighs under his ass tipped him up as hands pressed his legs to his chest and smoothed across his belly, slanting him as the scalding, pulsing sensation of come shooting into his waiting body washed over him ā
Anakin doesnāt have a womb, but that isnāt the point when he can hear a familiar, ruinous voice telling him that heās beautiful like this, fucked out and being bred, claimed for all the world to see, to know who he belongs to, who heās always belonged to ā
āObi ā Obi-Wan,ā he stutters, unable to stop himself from finally speaking the name aloud, pushing his knees even wider and bracing his hands in front of himself so that he can plunge back more easily onto the hot length about to impregnate him, whole body tensing with the stimulation and vision blurring with the intensity of his approaching orgasm as it builds and builds ā heād wanted to hold on but itās too much, too new and so wrong but so right, kriff ā he wants ā
He fumbles a hand to the syringe attached to the tube running into the dildo, has just enough presence of mind to remember the instructions the Twiāleki shop assistant had helpfully shared as heād blushed and tripped over himself in his haste to leave. His spine curves impossibly as the cock scrapes against his fertile womb once, twice ā and at the last second as his eyes begin to roll back, he presses down so that hot, sticky, lube squirts into his clenching hole and hits his insides thickly, the idea, the knowledge of being bred magnified by the way it catches there, unable to dribble out properly because of the sheer size of the cock plugging him up.
Anakin cries out and comes so hard he almost brains himself on the bed as his arms give out, snapping his hips back in a filthy roll to fuck himself through the twitching of his muscles, not stopping until he feels like he's going to pass out from how quickly heās sobbing through his stunned pleasure. The dildoās cockhead continues to scrape against the deepest parts of him, unable to shift much from how much he tightens around it, and Anakin presses a hand to his belly as if he can feel the weight of it through the skin, trace the passage of come into his body.
He moans feebly, eyelashes wet as he throbs with desperate want and his body continues to shudder through the lingering twists of pleasure. Soon though, heās able to rise unsteadily, hissing slightly at the rigid length still buried in his gut as he shakes and whines. It makes his sated body hum even if his mind tells him itās not real, wonāt ever be ā and he gets a fumbling finger under the suction cup to pop it up, letting himself fall onto his back as soon as its free and grabbing for a pillow to slide under his hips. Anakin whimpers urgently as he grabs his stiff legs and folds them to his chest, eyelids fluttering at the thought of what he must look like, ass still full of cock and hips tilted so that the come can stay where itās needed until itās done its job.
His walls continue to pulse around the dildo as he runs flickering fingers over the backs of his thighs and up to his perineum, pressing lightly to feel the thickness through the thin skin and choking at the overstimulation. Once the feeling of shuddering out of his own skin passes, he lets his legs fall back down as his shivers start to fade, beginning to slowly pull the length free and hissing slightly when it catches on his still-sensitive prostate. Ā He tries to lock his muscles to keep the lube from spilling free, but huffs when he realises he has to let himself relax to get the massive thing out. As soon as itās slipped past his rim though, heās quick to push his fingers back in, tilting his head on a whine at the idea of being full of Obi-Wan's seed.
Anakin sighs softly, head tipped back and mouth working on a dry swallow as he passes his metal fingers over his slack balls and flaccid cock up to his throat, rubs them over his shifting jugular as he tightens rhythmically around his own fingers. He canāt stop himself from imagining Obi-Wanās compact body next to his own and his lips trailing over his stretched rim, tasting where heās taken him apart and turned him into something new.
Anakinās lip trembles as he tries to hold in his heaving breaths, bliss still managing to cut through the heavy loneliness that seems to permanently sit beneath his breastbone. As the immediacy of the fantasy begins to fade, he can admit to himself that the promise of belonging to him again, of having something of Obi-Wanās that ties them together more tightly than their faded master-padawan relationship, is what made the dream of being pregnant with their child so perfect. Anakin canāt remember a time he hasnāt loved Obi-Wan Kenobi in some capacity, but the war and their roles in it have made it even more clear that what he wants, impossibly, is to be by his side for as long as heās allowed. He also knows though, with helpless disappointment, that his duty will always have to come first, the way it always has for his master. Ā
Lust confusion shame guilt lust lust lust ā
With a lurch, Anakin suddenly notices the secondary presence thatās pressing against the decayed remains of his bond with Obi-Wan, jolting when his focus flies to his shields to find theyāre down, have been the whole time heād been busy flooding reckless longing and wrecked pleasure into the Force in the aftermath of imagining Obi-Wan fucking him stupid and breeding him. Anakin inhales hastily, coughing out a mortified wheeze as he realises what heās done, allowed to happen and ā
Itās too late, he can feel Obi-Wanās force signature moving towards him with a swiftness that must mean heās been in the Temple this whole time ā he could have sworn he was meant to be on some Council-sanctioned diplomatic mission on a core world that had no business needing Jedi protection but were requesting it anyway ā
Anakin yanks his fingers out of himself and flushes at the way lube pours from his fucked-out hole and down his thighs onto the floor, too concerned with finding where heād tossed his pants to be facetious over the mess as he feels Obi-Wan stop right outside his quarters. He barely has time to pull them carelessly up his legs before Obi-Wan keys in the code and enters, unsteady footfalls closing in on his room as he stumbles towards the door.
He wonders for a split second why Obi-Wan is here, confronting him when he would normally be cloaking himself behind beskar steel walls and retreating to the other side of the galaxy as soon as possible in an effort to avoid Anakin and the chaos of his love and loyalty, jealousy and envy. But heās not given a chance to think on it more as his former master opens his door, takes in the sight of his come-streaked chest and dazed eyes, the lube on the floor and the slippery dildo caught amongst his sheets.
āA-Anakin,ā he says, voice cracking around the syllables with a thousand things that Anakin can literally feel reaching for him in the Force, threatening to swallow him whole. He gasps, wrung-out body tipping forward and soul reaching back on instinct. Obi-Wan steps forward, arms rising to catch him like they always do, like he hasnāt even considered anything else.
āMaster,ā he chokes out, and Obi-Wan swallows, hands finding his hips and burning a tattoo straight onto his heart. Anakinās throat closes around too much fear and the smallest spark of hope, blinking salt from his eyes that Obi-Wan catches with a shaky thumb before it can trail down his flushed cheek. Ā
Obi-Wan stares at the tear caught on his calloused skin, then takes a strangled breath. His mouth opens, and Anakinās whole world tilts.
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so idk which fic it was, but it introduced me to the absolute treasure trove that is bad dragon which is where the idea for a cum-squirting toy omfg came from!! enjoy this insight into my horny brain lmaoo


















