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thesassypadawan · 2 months

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Spring Has Sprung (Master Anakin x FemPadawanReader)

Summary: This isn’t how you imagined your first time would be like. You thought it would be romantic, loving. That all changed though when your master was infected by a sex pollen during a mission. Taking what he’s always wanted, whether you like it or not, and…showing you a side of yourself that you never knew.

Warnings: 18+ (minors dni), because of all the lovely smut. Sex pollen, hair pulling, rough sex, age gap implied (20 years), and Ani’s big dick. Padawan Reader is of age.

Notes: Happy First Day of Spring, lovelies!

“I’m sorry, angel… So sorry… I promise to make this up to you… To give you the moment you deserve…”

Despite his compassionate words, Anakin’s voice was low. Filled with lust, laced with darkness. A darkness that sent a chill down your spine, straight to your soaking core.

You let out a small whine as he slid in and out of you. Slow, teasing; pushing you further to your limit each time his hips pressed against yours.

With your ass high in the air, Ani kept his steady pace. Brushing your cervix with his tip, making you whimper…causing him to growl.

From the way his grip on your hips begins to tighten and how his thrusts grew more forceful. You could tell that what little of his self-control was quickly slipping away. That he would no longer be able to hold back. “Don’t be scared.”

This isn’t how you imagined your first time would be like. You had always pictured, had always hoped that it would be gentle…loving…the most romantic moment of your life. Instead it was being stolen away; stripped and reformed into something entirely different. Something more twisted and ugly. All thanks to the pollen…the pollen that had infected your master.

Well, at least one piece of your dream had come true…

He grabbed the back of your neck. Squeezing hard, enough to cause you to gasp out in pain and terror. “Do you know how many times I’ve fantasized about this?”

Organic hand moved higher, burying itself into your hair. “About the way you’d look beneath me.”

Pulling harshly, he yanked your head up. Hips now moving at a brutal speed. Length slamming into you over and over while you whined helplessly. “The feel of you clenching around my cock.”

Mecho hand slapped your ass painfully and you cried out. A small flame of pleasure igniting inside of you. “The sounds you’d make as I break in your tight, virgin pussy.”

A moan spilled from your lips. “Yes…please, yes.” That broke off in a high pitched mewl as his cold fingers brushed your clit.

You can practically hear the smirk in Anakin’s voice. “Please, huh? Please, what?” He pulled your hair roughly, the burn on your scalp sending shivers down your spine.

He pinched at your sensitive bud, swirling around it. Your walls fluttered in response and a gasp flew from your mouth. “Master! Please, master! Break me in and make me yours!”

“Better,” he grunted, tugging even harder. “Now tell me, who does this pussy belong to?”

Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes, the sting so overwhelmingly good. “You. It belongs to you.”

Removing his fingers, he lands another powerful smack on your ass. Pulling you up higher by your hair, he forces himself deeper. “What was that, padawan of mine? Couldn’t hear you.”

No words, all you manage to do is squeal in delight. Ani’s fingers were toying with your clit once more, his hips thrusting frantically. The sound of your obscene slapping only spurred you on, clinging to every inch of his rock-hard length,

Not answering him properly earned you a low, warning growl. Then a sharp tug, your neck snapping back. “Aargh! You, my pussy belongs to you!”

You felt his hot breath on your neck, followed by his teeth sinking into your shoulder. “That’s right, only your master’s. To cum and ruin whenever he pleases.”

No longer fighting your torn emotions, you let yourself get swept up in Anakin’s words. Your whole-body trembles, you clamp down hard. Fingers dig into the mattress and your toes curled. “Maaa…Master!” You wailed, your orgasm ripping though you.

Spent; you begin to fall forward, but are yanked back up. “Not yet! I’m not finished with you yet!”

His hand slid to your hip, squeezing it with a durasteel grip. He pounds into you without remorse. Bruising and abusing your poor cervix, while he chases after his own release.

It’s all too much, you’re so overstimulated. Tears stream down your face as the pain sets in. As the realization hits you…that you’re being used as nothing more than his personal cocksleeve. And maker help you, you have never been more aroused. “Cum! Cum, please! Want it! Need it!”

A loud groan filled the air. “Take it! Don’t you dare waste a single drop!” With one last forceful pull, he buried himself to the hilt. Cock twitching, shooting rope after thick rope deep inside of you. Filling you to the absolute brim.

Both panting, the hand in your hair slackened. Now gently massaging your poor overtaxed scalp. “I-I wasn’t too rough; was I, hatari?”

Anakin’s actions… His words… The pollen must have worn off...

Head tipping forward, you laughed softly. Relief with a hint of disappointment washing over you. “Nothing I-I couldn’t handle.”

Peace had fallen… Your Ani had returned to you… It was finally…

His grip began to tighten, hips slowly started to rock. And that voice; that voice filled with lust, laced with darkness muttered. “Good then you’ll be able to take much MUCH more.”

Tag List: @espinathena-17, @myheartwillgoon2022, @cacti5539, @wifeofasith, @princessswifie

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ijigroup · 1 year

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"Hey, sure I'm a destroyer, but have you tried these doughnuts?"

P.S. I also wanted to say that I can accept one commission per character up to the waist (halfbody) for a fixed cost - $ 15.

(Line + color + maybe shadows)

Why one? I want to see what it's like to work with foreigners. If everything goes well, I will already compile an official price list)

Furry, mecho, BDSM, ponies and skeletons with hair do not draw. Maybe I forgot something :р

Deadline: one month.

Payment: Due to the situation with Russia, I will most likely accept payment on Ko‐fi or Boosty.

#au's undertale #inktale #errortale #error!sans #ink!sans #errorink #candytale #comic

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seth-loaf · 2 months

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Mecho

My oc slugcat

#art #rain world #rain world downpour #my art #slugcat oc #rain world oc #rain world art #rain world slugcat

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stevebattle · 7 months

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Mecho-Gecko (1996), by Alan DiPietro, IS Robotics (iRobot), Somerville, MA. The Mecho-gecko has sticky globular feet that enable it to cling to walls as it moves. The stickiness comes from a pressure sensitive adhesive (PSA), while the spherical foot shape promotes peeling to reduce the pull-off force. However, Mecho-Gecko’s trispoke legs cause significant velocity fluctuations during climbing. The 13 centimeter long, 100 gram robot has a Delrin thermoplastic chassis with an onboard battery. With no sensors to guide it, it must be operated by remote control.

#cybernetics #robot #iRobot #1996

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theone · 1 year

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Hello! This is my dog, Bear! (Mecho in Bulgarian). I've had him for half my life (he's 12), he is my everything ❤️ he loves belly rubs and treats and walks, and of course he's the goodest boy.

These are my boyfriend's cats, so by extension mine too! Bella is on the left, she's has the softest fur and the most peculiar temper. Doesn't like cuddles (unless at night and not with everyone), manipulates you constantly to give her treats and is the queen of naps. Mochko is the silly boy on the right, he has zero brain cells and is very playful and cuddly. Has the funniest meows and is scared very easily. They might look alike, but they're not siblings and are both about 1.5 years old, but with like 4 months apart. They were both rescued as stray babies!

#swiftiepetnight

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carlizwall · 1 year

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El meme original de las 6 horas le pertenece a Mecho Des.

Canonivamente sería al revés pero encanta el switch y soy denota de Dianxia top supremacy 🛐

La versatilidad sería refrescante para Xie Lian y para Xie Lian sería un honor irse(y venirse) haciendo papapa con su dios 🥴

ENGLISH VER.

#heaven official's blessing #tgcf #my art #tgcf fanart #天官赐福 #tian guan ci fu #tgcf hua cheng #tgcf xie lian #xie lian #hua cheng #danmei #mxtx #la bendición del oficial del cielo

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meow-parties · 8 months

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warm up doodles

#clay #ferris #mecho #ocs #original character #sketch #cozysart #furry #humans #cat #digital art

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tereze12345 · 1 year

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Mecho Tales

#angel #patchie #mechotales #demon art #video games #psvita #mechowars #Mecho Tales #Mecho Wars

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thesassypadawan · 3 months

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Still Hungry (Knight Anakin x PadawanFemReader x Master Obi-Wan)

Summary: What happens when you’re forced to share living quarters with your new, roguishly handsome, master and his former, insufferably good looking, padawan… Well, let’s just say, that after everything is said and done…you’re still hungry.

Warnings: 18+ (minors dni), because all the lovely smut. Threesome and Ani and Obi’s big dicks. Padawan reader is of age.

Notes: A little something for @cacti5539! I tried my very best to get in all your wonderful details! Hope you like it!

- If things weren’t bad enough already…

- First your now former master had decided to abandon the order in the middle of the night. Leaving you, well, masterless and in need of a new one.

- Then you were, as the council classified it, temporarily reassigned (pending a trial period) to the infamous Obi-Wan Kenobi. That wasn’t entirely all bad, considering how intelligent and cunning...very charming and very handsome…he is.

- After which led to you having to move in with him. Not that you are complaining since you do have quite the crush on the older man.

- And finally, the not so little matter of…Obi’s previous, insufferably good looking, padawan refusing to leave. Meaning the two of you are stuck sharing a tiny room…meaning you have zero privacy…meaning Anakin (or someone else) could just barge in on you at any given time.

- Today just so happens to be that any given time…

- “Both?” You whisper, a look of surprise on your face. You had been lounging on your sleep couch. Fresh out of the shower, wearing nothing more than your slightly damp towel. You thought you were alone, for once, in your shared quarters, when the door suddenly slid open.

- “Yes, both, padawan of mine,” Obi-Wan mutters, his hand cupping your cheek affectionately. “We both desire you.”

- “And we both need you badly, angel,” Anakin adds, brushing his oozing tip against your other one. “So what do you say? Want to give it a go?”

- You would be lying to yourself if you said you didn’t want this. Ironically enough that was what you were about to do before they came storming in, in all their naked glory. Fantasize of all the filthy things the duo would have and do to you. “All right,” you bite your lip, letting the towel fall from you body. “Let’s do this.”

- Turning your head towards Ani's massive cock, you dive right in. Licking a trail from his heavy balls to his fat head. Your small hands circling and grasping the base. Slowly stroking him and suckling on his tip. Moaning at the taste of his salty pre, while gazing up at him innocently.

- At the sight of you, Anakin let’s out a low groan. His hips stutter as his organic hand laces through your hair, guiding your movements. His mecho hand fondling your breast, your nipple hardening under his cool touch. “That’s it, right like that.”

- “Come here, little one. Your master has something for you,” Obi coos, leading your free hand to his own colossal dick. Blindly you begin to pump him, setting a steady rhythm between them.

- Ani growls softly as you hollow your cheeks. Bobbing up and down, you take a bit more into your mouth with each stroke. Your hand attends to the inches that you can’t manage to fit.

- Swirling your tongue around his tip, you feel him start to twitch. His fingers tugging on your hair hard, forcing you to take more of him. “So good, hatari. You feel so good.”

- Shuttering, Anakin shot his hot cum down your throat. Curses falling from his lips as he jerks his hips into you. Filling your stomach more and more with his sticky seed.

- “Kriff,” Ani moans. Pulling out of you, he hooks two fingers under your chin. Tilting your head up, he flashes you a small smirk. “Can’t believe you drank it all up. Must have been hungry.”

- You give a tiny smile and nod. “Was delicious, Ani.” All the while still slowly pumping Obi-Wan.

- “Then I know you’ll absolutely love mine,” Obi mumbles, turning your face towards him.

- “I bet your cum tastes so sweet, master,” you purr. Placing a tender kiss to his drooling tip, you greedily take him into your mouth. One hand massaging his big balls, the other squeezing and stroking what you can’t manage to fit. Trying your best to not gag.

- Caressing your cheek, praises spill from Obi-Wan’s lips. “Wonderful. You’re doing so well. But, come now, I’m sure you can do even better.”

- With a snap of his hips, he thrusts himself the rest of the way in. Making you gag as his tip hits the back of your throat over and over. Your nose pressed flushed against his abdomen.

- You can feel the tears stinging the corners of your eyes, while you will yourself to remain still for Obi. Reveling in the delightful burn as he thoroughly stretches out your poor, abused throat. As you begin to struggle to breathe.

- “Master is sorry, dear one,” he says sweetly. Wiping a tear away. “I just couldn’t resist feeling your velvety walls clench around me.”

- His hand comes to rest on the back of your head as his pace speeds up. “Now be a good girl and be sure to not waste a single drop.”

- You hum in ecstasy, lips vibrating around his cock. As he pumps wad after wad of his heavenly cum into you.

- Releasing his hold on you. Obi-Wan slips himself out of your mouth. Groaning at the sight of your messy, blissed out face. “Perfect, darling. You were absolutely perfect.”

- Dazedly you look up at Ani and Obi. Seeing that they are both painfully hard, you lick your swollen lips…hands rubbing your slightly bloated tummy. “You know, boys, I think I’m still hungry.”

- “Good,” Anakin says smugly. Stroking himself, staring at you with that damn wicked grin.

- “Because we’re still very full,” Obi-Wan chuckles. Sliding behind you on the sleep couch, wrapping a possessive arm around your waist.

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inutilidadeaflorada · 1 year

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Queratina

Eu traí suas mãos de lábios Aos teus lábios em formatos de mãos Dilatei cores incomuns em teus dentes Casei, me arrependi e divorciei-me do teu tato És tu um anjo sujo Velando a memória além dos mitos Imitando a força irascível além do flerte Sugando imagens para a vã depuração Me assombram viúvas do futuro Onde se repete a mesma façanha Eu atrelado a você, como uma doença Ou vislumbres apáticos sem você Me escondi ao alcance dos seus olhos Como se atravessasse evitando conflitos A linha profana entre atração e distância Era a dinâmica que nossos olhos se perseguiam pela noite Em minha boca foram colhidos frutos enferrujados, Lençóis sujos e buquês mortos de amores esquecidos A contragosto minha boca escondeu a idade Existe um motivo e uma fome inacabada Há um rio doce e disforme Criado da canção dos teus cílios Discursos são propagados ao êxtase Para bustos de mármore Carrossel, outra vez que dorme e morre Como uma roleta russa escolhe a maldição Pois sua imprevisibilidade era uma dádiva A dúvida encrava-se em seus pares mundanos Eu mecho os lábios sem proferir sons Como se ensaiasse um discurso ou feitiço De pés descalços na terra, eu cavo túmulos Atrás da herança hesitante da minha origem

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jedibongrip · 2 years

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relationship: anakin/obi-wan rating: E length: ~2.5k tags: bp!anakin, bottom anakin, anal sex, virginity kink (sone Weird and Unhealthy views of virginity) [check ao3 for full list of tags]

summary: Despite everything, Anakin still insists he’s a virgin. for @obikin-events bingo prompt: virginity kink!

The slide between Anakin’s thighs is wet, tight, and warm. Rutting between them, hips smacking on Anakin’s ass, Obi-Wan thinks he could die happy right here, no need to do anything else. That’s not the plan for tonight, though, not after Anakin has teased him so much over the past few days, sending him dirty photos, telling him how his mecho-fingers just aren’t the same. Obi-Wan pulls away from the sinful temptation of Anakin’s legs, holds his dick and carefully guides it to Anakin’s asshole. Already prepped, it shines with lubed, looking just as sweet and damp as Anakin’s cunt.

“Make sure you don’t-” Anakin starts, slightly breathless, arching his back.

“I know, darling, I know,” Obi-Wan says, pressing in slowly. The tight heat that envelopes him is always so delectable, it makes his heart and hips stutter. So tight, and yet Anakin always opens up beautifully for Obi-Wan. Like he’s made for him, like Obi-Wan has carved the passage just for him, perfect just for the two of them and ill-fitting to anyone else. “You’re perfect, dearest.”

Anakin lets out a small laugh, sounding love-drunk. He shifts on his knees before pushing back. “You feel good, too, Master. You can go faster.”

They always start a bit slow. In part, because Obi-Wan likes to be a tease, but it’s also driven by Anakin’s… relative inexperience. No matter how many times they seek each other out and fall in bed together, Anakin always has a moment of hesitation, a second where his hand falters and he decides what to do next. Anakin even had that moment early. Laying on his back as Obi-Wan fingered him open, leaning down occasionally to lick his clit, he pulled back when he saw Anakin still for a moment, thinking about what his next move was. In the end, he squirmed until he could get onto his hands and knee, before telling Obi-Wan to hurry up. Sometimes, Obi-Wan still doesn’t know how to read Anakin and isn't sure what goes through his mind. Usually, he finds it funny or infuriating, but in this regard, he isn’t sure how he feels.

Because, despite everything, Anakin still insists he’s a virgin. Rarely, the topic comes up, but Anakin always says, without faltering, that he is. Obi-Wan knows it’s important to him, his assertion that no one has even taken his purity from him. That he’s never lost control of his body, even for a moment. He knows that it’s likely to do with Anakin’s memories of Tatooine, how he grew up thinking that his body would never be fully his own. Now that it is, he needed to never give anything up without being a hundred percent sure about it. Obi-Wan sympathizes with it, really, he does. It’s just hard to take it seriously when he’s seen Anakin covered in cum. When he’s gagging on Obi-Wan’s cock or when he’s spreading himself open, begging to be fucked. When he’s currently gripping Anakin’s hips as he presses into him, pushing moans out of his pretty mouth.

(Obi-Wan can appreciate the amount of mental gymnastics Anakin has to go through. Sometimes in bed, he’ll watch as Anakin bites his lip, his eyes flickering back and forth as he thinks. He’ll get a shy look on his face, before asking Obi-Wan to go just one step further. It doesn’t count if you’re wearing a condom, Obi-Wan. It doesn’t count if it’s your tongue. It doesn't count if you pull out. It doesn’t count if, if, if.)

Despite all they’ve done, Anakin doesn’t think he’s lost his virginity. He was a virgin the first time he sucked Obi-Wan’s dick, fingers fluttering over Obi-Wan’s thighs, mouth trailing up and down his dick, lips wrapping around his balls. He was a virgin the first time Obi-Wan ate him out, tasting his sweet cunt for the first time, sucking on his clit, watching as Anakin fell apart so quickly under his skillful tongue. Even while fucking his ass, looping his arm around to reach his clit, he knows that after they both come, Anakin will still not consider this… whatever he thinks makes someone not a virgin. Obi-Wan doesn’t even have the words to describe it. If Anakin doesn’t consider this sex, what the fuck does he consider it? (A traitorous part of Obi-Wan’s mind suggests ‘making love.’ But that also doesn’t fit either; his overly-romantic padawan swoons at stories of love at first sight, of only sleeping with one person, at the thought of saving oneself for marriage. Sometimes Obi-Wan doesn’t know where he went wrong with this boy.)

It used to bother him, Anakin’s insistence on purity and virginity. Was it a reflection of how Anakin saw him? A dirty, used-up master? Did it indicate that Anakin still thought he had so little control of his body that he had to cling to puritanical ideals of chastity? Did it simply mean that… that Anakin thought so little of their relationship that it didn’t even register as intimacy?

The thoughts used to plague Obi-Wan at night, as he curled around his sleeping, sated boy. It took... A while for Obi-Wan to get over it. To remember that Anakin very rarely did anything he didn’t want to do, and never did it with the amount of enthusiasm that he brought to their trysts. No, despite Anakin’s oddities (and there were many oddities, indeed) he was happy with… whatever he thought they were doing. Excited to do it time and time again, going a little bit further each time. Obi-Wan may not understand Anakin, but he was happy to give whatever Anakin wanted from him.

And as time passed, as Anakin offered his hands, his mouth, then his ass, asked for it so shyly yet full of desire, Obi-Wan found he moved beyond ‘no longer minding’ Anakin’s strange insistence. He liked it. Really liked it, embarrassingly enough. Liked how his pure little padawan moaned around his cock, liked how he still blushed when the topic of sex came up and yet so readily bent over for him. He loved how flushed Anakin got every time Obi-Wan petted his pretty little cunt, how he always looked up through his eyelashes, telling Obi-Wan to touch him more but not to fuck him there.

(Obi-Wan will never forget the day that Anakin whispered, “Maybe… maybe you could put your fingers in? Just a little bit.”

“I thought you didn’t want to be fucked there,” Obi-Wan replied, pressing kisses to tanned thighs. His fingers were already circling Anakin’s little hole, tight and untouched at the time, but already so desperate.

“It’s just fingers,” Anakin gasped out. “It doesn’t count, Obi-Wan. Everyone knows that.”)

Even if Anakin ever has someone after Obi-Wan, he’ll still have had him first. Even if Anakin keeps up this ridiculous ruse, proudly proclaiming that he’s untouched, he’ll still have been flooded with Obi-Wan’s cum. Still have been stretched out and loosened from Obi-Wan’s cock. Still have been turned into a slutty little thing under Obi-Wan’s hands, no matter what he claims. Every part of him is molded by Obi-Wan, his mind, his skills, and his holes. Yes, Anakin may have lovers after Obi-Wan but they’ll never have all the firsts that were given to him. And each time Anakin claims a purity that he has not possessed in many months, it makes it feel like Obi-Wan is reasserting his own claim all over again. He’ll take as many firsts as Anakin will give him, and he’ll take them again and again, as Anakin keeps moving the goalpost. Anakin is such a desperate little creature under Obi-Wan’s hands and mouth and cock that he can hardly maintain his own standards.

Obi-Wan is brought out of his thoughts by a whine and a tightening around his cock, making his thrusts stutter. Anakin peers over his shoulder, looking back at Obi-Wan with flushed cheeks and red-bitten lips. Obi-Wan has to lean down to press a kiss to Anakin’s temple, sweaty as it is, as his thrusting reignites. He tightens his circles on Anakin’s clit, grinding against the fat nub, making Anakin twitch and moan.

“Such a good little anal slut,” Obi-Wan whispers lowly, grinding against Anakin’s ass. The boy below him, caged under her chest, whimpers.

“Not a slut,” he moans, even as he arches his back, pushing back against Obi-Wan’s cock and fingers.

Obi-Wan chuckles. “Of course not, darling.” Anakin is so wet under Obi-Wan’s fingers, his little cunt twitching and fluttering with every thrust. Obi-Wan just knows that Anakin must feel achingly empty there, must so badly want his hole to be stretched and filled, just like his ass is. Ever since Anakin got his first taste of cock, he’s been seeking the feeling of being filled to the brim. “You’re not a slut, you’re perfect.”

Anakin moans at the praise and the sharp drive of Obi-Wan’s hips. He can feel Anakin’s muscles tensing as he gets closer to coming, hears the hitches in his breath, the way his neck and back start to blush red.

“Obi-Wan, I’m close, so close. Keep-” Anakin groans, cants his hips when Obi-Wan’s thrusts get punishing, when he pitches his clit in a way that would be cruel for anyone else. But it’s Anakin, so instead of yelping or hurting, he moans, his pussy gushes with wetness as he comes and he bucks back against Obi-Wan’s cock. Obi-Wan gives Anakin’s cunt a few more strokes, pushing him ever so slightly into overstimulation before pulling out. Anakin’s arms give out and his torso collapses onto the bed, still on his knees, putting his holes on display. Obi-Wan moans at the sight, his one hole gaping while the other is so small and tight.

His cock is still hard, shining with lube, leaking precome. He indulges himself with a few strokes before laying next to Anakin, watching as he regains some composure. Anakin has such a short fuse, in so many areas of life, so this routine is not uncommon. Obi-Wan will fuck Anakin stupid, wait a few minutes, and then he’ll fuck Anakin’s thighs or mouth. Maybe Anakin will ask to have his pussy licked later on, which will naturally morph into another round.

Anakin eases himself onto his stomach then rolls onto his side so that he’s facing Obi-Wan. His eyes flicker to Obi-Wan’s hard cock, twitching underneath his lover’s gaze. Anakin smiles coyly, a gentle hand reaching to give it a feather-light stroke. It’s teasing and almost too much, watching his sultry, fucked out boy act (and this certainly is an act) so shy and modest.

Obi-Wan runs a hand up and down Anakin’s chest and flank, feeling the dips of his waist, the textures of his scars and soft skin. The thrum of strong muscles, just under the beautiful surface. He is often awed by how someone so powerful can feel so delicate under his hand and gaze.

Anakin withdrawals his hand. Obi-Wan almost scowls at the loss of sensation, though his dick bobs up and down at the denial. Suddenly, Anakin looks shy for real. His eyes flicker side-to-side and he bites his lip. Anakin rolls so that he’s laying on his back, away from Obi-Wan’s grasp, though he turns his head to look at him. Obi-Wan props himself up on his elbows, looking at the pretty scene. Anakin spreads his legs slightly, and a slender hand - his flesh one, the veins prominent from his fast beating heart - slide between his folds. He bites his lip, eyelids fluttering, as he slides two into himself.

“Aren’t you pretty,” Obi-Wan whispers, as he leans down to mouth Anakin’s collarbone. He feels the warmth from his skin as he flushes.

“Master,” Anakin whispers, voice small and shaky. Whether it’s from pleasure or hesitation, Obi-Wan is not yet sure. “Obi-Wan, do you think…”

He waits for a moment, but when Anakin doesn’t continue, Obi-Wan prompts, “Do I think what, Anakin?”

Anakin looks at him through his lashes, expression uncertain and wanting. His metal hand reaches out, a finger trailing up and down Obi-Wan’s throbbing cock. The warm metal against it is one of his favourite sensations. “Do you think you could… just the tip, maybe?”

Obi-Wan blinks. “Just… just the tip? In your…?” Anakin nods. “Darling, I was under the impression that you… wished to… save… ‘it’?”

Never before has he been so uncertain how to phrase his thoughts. Oh, how he wants to fuck Anakin’s cunt. Wants to take and conquer that final frontier of pleasure with Anakin. But, surely, Anakin cannot maintain his claim of purity after having his pussy wrecked?

Anakin scowls, cheeks so pink that for a moment Obi-Wan thinks they may be stained the way forever. “Just the tip, Master. It wouldn’t count.”

(Huh. He’s been thinking about it for a while, but maybe he should sit down and ask Anakin what he learned in his sexual education class. But that can wait until later.)

“Are you sure, Anakin? Positive?” He asks, even as he strokes his cock and gets to his knees. He tries to center himself. If Anakin truly only wants just the tip, it’ll be a struggle not to thrust all the way in. He thinks of being buried in that tight, wet, (mostly) untouched heat. His balls are already tightening at the thought. Perhaps he should worry more about coming too soon instead of fucking in too far.

Anakin nods, spreads his legs wider and withdrawals his wet fingers. “Just… I just want to feel it a bit, Master.”

Obi-Wan groans as he guides his dick to that pink, waiting hole. The last place he hasn’t fucked, the last gift that his padawan is handing over. Anakin is such a sweet, slutty thing, despite his protests. Obi-Wan knows that even if he only wants the tip of Obi-Wan’s fat cock now, soon he’ll be begging to be fucked. Will plead to be folded in half as Obi-Wan drives in, carving out another hole just for him. He thinks of Anakin trying to claim purity as Obi-Wan’s come drips out of his pussy, loose and used, instead of the tight little thing it is now.

He presses his cock into Anakin’s cunt, feeling the sweet clench around the head. He and Anakin moan in unison. Obi-Wan is going to make this last little hole his own. It doesn't matter what Anakin does later or he tries to give what little purity he has left. It’ll always be Obi-Wan’s first. Every part of Anakin was Obi-Wan's first.

#m #bongrip writes #obikin fic #ns4w #i continue on my quest of populating the star wars boypussy tag

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seth-loaf · 2 months

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Pancake and Mecho

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maryfortune · 7 months

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Buenas, aquí dejo el siguiente reto del #RedPhoneCatober.

Tenia que elegir a un yandere y en honor a un amigo elegí a Flody Leech de Twisted Wonderlad

Creo que será el único reto de ropa que Cato no sufrirá por su complexión. Bueno voy a ir al grano y les dejo con el escrito.

Era temprano, y tras hacer mis rutinas de la mañana, estaba lista para sacar mi lista de tareas. Hoy iba sola ya que Cato, había estado trabajando.

Era importante que descansara, además aprovechando, que alguna de las tareas era fuera de casa, podría darme un paseo.

Hacia un clima agradable, ya llegaba el otoño y todo había pasado de colores intensos a gradualmente volverse tonos naranjas y marrones de distintas tonalidades. Me encantaba la ropa de entretiempo.

Iba con mi lista, la cual decía que necesitaba: comprar unas cosas para la nevera, ir a por unas telas, recoger unos paquetes en correos e ir a la tintorería.

Intente dejar para el final las cosas que implicaba cargar con cosas en los brazos.

-Creo que me excedí con las tareas. Puede que me cueste llevarlo todo yo sola.

Dije mientras iba distraída con la bolsa de la compra, las telas y las cosas de correos en un bolso grande, que uso para el trabajo.

Lo peor iba ser la tintorería, ya empezaba a sentir algo de cansancio, así que iba algo distraída.

Miro mi numero de pedido, y en una de esas, casi me da un infarto al sentir alguien a mi lado.

Era un chico, que perfectamente podría tener la altura de mi rommie.

La verdad era difícil no mirarlo, ya que era muy llamativo y no me refería solo a su altura.

Su cabello entre verde azulado con aquel mecho negro a un lado colgando, los ojos bicolores entre dorado y marrón.

Tenia puesto un traje negro bastante elegante, con una camisa lila, accesorios como un sombrero estilo panama negro, con un detalle en forma caracola en la cinta, una bufanda gris y una pajarita blanca.

Estas dos ultimas colgando de su cuello y hombros. Dándole a esa ropa elegante un aire informal por no llevarla bien abotonada.

Fue subir mi mirada curiosa y ver que el extraño me devolvía la mirada. Su cara paso de una expresión aburrida a una sonrisa que me provoco escalofríos, al dejar a la vista unos dientes afilados.

Algo dentro de mi sintió pánico, aunque internamente intentaba tranquilizarme:

-(Calma Fortune, solo te ha sonreído. No ha hecho nada malo para que...¿Por qué me mira fijamente?)

Pensaba mientras claramente en mi mirada se veía mi miedo. Y no sabia porque esto solo provoco en el extraño su sonrisa se ensanchara mas.

- (En serio porque este tío parece sacado de una peli de terror. Socorro, quiero irme.)

Le aparte la mirada y nunca fui tan feliz de escuchar mi numero como en ese instante.

Sin perder el tiempo fui al mostrador, agarre la bolsa, dando mi tiquet y salir como alma perseguida por el diablo.

No me atreví a mirar atrás, pero si que escuche una risa que no me fastidies claramente sonaba psicópata.

No se que me era peor el terror que me había provocado o el enfado que creció en mi.

-(Se esta riendo de mi, ¡Cretino! Ojala no volver a verlo).

Sonó mi teléfono, era Matías. Este me pregunto como estaba y le hice resumen de como me fue. Hasta que le dije todo lo que había hecho aun sin mencionar el encuentro desagradable.

Empezó a reñir me, porque no podía llevar todo eso sola. Y sin darme oportunidad me exigió saber donde estaba para pasar a recogerme.

No tardo mucho en aparecer con su coche. Era como ver a una padre recogiendo a su hija adolescente. Aparco para que descargaba mientras me miraba de forma desaprobatoria.

-En serio, Fortune ¿Cómo pretendías llevar todo eso a pie, tu sola a tu casa?- Me dijo con el ceño fruncido.

-Con fuerza de voluntad.-Dije con convicción. La mirada de mi mejor amigo dejaba ver que no estaba para bromas. Suspire algo resignada.- Vale, simplemente no quería molestar a nadie. Ademas técnicamente es mi responsabilidad.- Dije con un tono mas bajito. Escuche el suspiro de Matías.

-Me quemas el teléfono a mensajes para cosas estúpidas y para lo importante no. ¿Me recuerdas porque somos amigos?

-Mmm no creo que tenga nada que ver que aun con mis mierdas también me aprecias. ¿Si no porque has sido tan rápido en llegar?- Matías no hace comentarios.

-Oye en serio, ¿no podías llamar a tu Gato?, fijo que si se lo pides habría venido encantado.-Dice divertido. Yo me sonrojo y no dudo en saltar en su defensa con los brazos cruzados.

-Para tu información, se llama Cato, C A T O no Gato. Ya sabes que no le gusta que lo llamen así.

-Depende quien lo diga- Sonríe con soberbia sabiendo de alguna forma que eso era cierto.

-...sigue estando mal.-Le riño

-No lo negaste- Contrataca Mati.

-Y si no le pedí ayuda es porque esta durmiendo. Se paso la noche trabajando. No le voy a despertar por eso.

No tardamos en llegar a mi casa. Para mi sorpresa para cuando llegamos Cato ya estaba despierto. Lo peor de todo fue verlo por primera vez uniéndose a Matías en nuestra apoyando la postura de mi mejor amigo. Nunca creí ver a esos dos a liarse contra mi.

Tras una pequeña visita no tardo en irse Mati y quedarnos solos. Llego la noche estaba en el sofá jugando con mi portátil hasta que escucho a Cato llamarme.

Me giro y casi se me va el alma cuando veo a Cato pero llevaba la misma ropa del tío creepy de la tintorería. Joder incluso le venia bien. Por un lado, joder que sexy se veía Cato con un traje, pero que fuera la misma que aquel sujeto me provocaba sentimientos conflictivos.

-¿Dulzura de donde sacaste esto?- Claramente Cato estaba confuso.- ¿Es alguna clase de indirecta?

-No no no no. Quiero decir estas...estas bien...pero yo fui hoy a la tintorería… Había un tío creepy... Yo solo quería irme de allí. Debí mirar la bolsa antes de irme. Perdón Cato.- Hablaba a trompicones.

-Tio creepy? -Se sentó en el sofá. Poniendo una mirada algo fría. Esperando que diera mas detalles. Suspiro porque me sentía aun tonta por ello pero también puede que si se lo decía a Cato pudiera desahogarme.

-Bueno te acuerdas que estuve haciendo recados. Pues el otro día había dejado varias cosas para limpiar en la tintorería. Una de tus chaquetas que tanto te gustan tenia una mancha que no sabia quitar. Hoy tenia que ir a recogerlo todo. Pues mientras esperaba había un imbécil que no paraba de mirarme fijamente. Incluso llego a reírse. No me hizo nada pero no quise estar mas tiempo del necesario a su lado. Cogí la bolsa y le deje atrás. Lo peor...creo que me lleve su ropa.

Cato escucho todo en silencio sin cambiar la cara. Me era raro ver a mi compañero así.

-Lo recojo yo.

-¡No! Lo haré yo...no soy una cobarde- Digo con convicción aun teniendo en mi mente a ese extraño riéndose.- No le tengo miedo.

-¿Quieres ir sola?- Claramente la posibilidad no le gustaba a Cato. Y yo recordando al extraño tampoco era la cita de mis sueños. Me escurro hacia Cato.

-Puede que necesite algo de apoyo moral. Tu presencia tiene un efecto relajante.-No quería acobardarme pero apreté la mano acompañada de una mirada de suplica silenciosa. Cato suavizo la expresión y beso mi mejilla.

-No te puedo dejar sola. Y se que eres valiente pero no tienes por eso hacer las cosas sola.

Me voy a la cama feliz sabiendo que da igual a lo que me enfrentara con Cato a mi lado todo iría bien.

Y hasta aquí el escrito. Espero que les haya gustado. Otro Tic a mi lista.

Que ganas de ver a los demás sus respuestas de este día.

Hasta otra

#redphonecatober #redphonevn #TwistedWonderland

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