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IM SO EXCITED FOR MANS BEST FRIEND AHHHHHHHHH

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i js wanna tug and touch anakin while he has me perched on his lap in nothing but a little pair of panties :(

me and you both nonnie! With your bare thighs draped over his lap and that tiny pair of panties the only thing keeping him from ruining you, he was trembling with the full effort not to tear them away. His eyes—those stormy, dark eyes—flickered down to where you shifted restlessly against his cock, the swell of him pressing up hard beneath the fabric of his garments.

“Ani…” your voice cracked softly, your hips rolling without thought, your panties already damp.

He hissed, his one gloved hand gripping your waist tight, the other tugging at your hair to tilt your face up. “Little tease,” he muttered, voice low and strained, his breath hot against your cheek. “You don’t even know what you’re asking for.”

You whined, squirming, tugging at the edges of his tunic like you could climb inside him. “Just want you… just wanna touch.” As you continued, the sound of his teeth grinding filled the silence as his hips jerked up, causing you to feel the thick ridge of his cock grinding against your soaked core through the thin cotton.

Your gasp made him choke out a curse, his hand slipping down to palm your ass, dragging you harder against him. “Fuck—look at you. dripping already, and I haven’t even touched you properly.”

“Ani, please,” you whimper, nails clawing at his shoulders, tugging at his robes until they hang loose.

His breath stuttered at the feeling, “gonna tear these off,” he growled, fingers curling under the waistband of your panties, tugging until the fabric snapped against your hips. “Don’t need ‘em ... don’t want anything between us.”

Your thighs clenched tight around his hips as you rocked against him, the blunt head of his cock straining against his trousers, your core making a dark stain on the fabric.

He snarled when he felt an indescribable squeeze from you, almost a signal for him to put it inside. His head dropped against your shoulder, curls damp with sweat as his voice shook, desperate and raw: “Fuck, you’re killing me. Let me feel you, I can’t—”

His gloved fingers pressed between your thighs, finding the wet heat and cream spilling over your slit, dragging pretty slow circles against your clit. You couldn't help yourself, you jolted, grinding down harder against him until the friction was almost unbearable.

“Look at you,” he rasped, eyes blown wide as he pulled back enough to watch your face twist with such sweetness and desperation. “So needy, so pretty like this. just my girl, humping my cock.”

Your breath came ragged, tears pearling in your lashes as you nodded frantically, now every movement a plea, in translation. “Just want you, Sni, please—”

His control broke into a million pieces, his fingers digging into your skin as he yanked his belt loose one-handed, shoving his trousers down just enough to free his cock.In a quick motion, he pressed you down onto his largeness in one sharp drag, the head catching against your soaked entrance, stretching you open with a wet sound.

You screamed as your freshly done nails raked down his chest as your walls clamped tight around him, and he nearly blacked out from how good it felt. “Fuck—fuck, you’re tight—gonna lose my mind,” he groaned, hips jerking up hard enough that the chair beneath you both squealed against the floor. Grrrk grrrkk.

“Ani!” you cried, clutching at him, every thrust punching the air from your lungs. He caught your face between his hands, rough thumbs pressing your cheeks hard as his forehead slammed against yours. His voice was nothing but a rasp, groaning out that you were his over and over.

Your panties dangled torn around your thigh, very much forgotten. His cock drove into you over and over, the wet slap of your bodies obscene, echoing in the intergalactic room. “Gonna fill you up,” he growled against your mouth, each word ripped from his throat. “Stuff this pretty cunt so full you’ll never forget who you belong to.”

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₊˚⊹ ᰔmdni! jj maybank x reader! tits!

jj is obsessed... absolutely feral. not in the psycho way (okay maybe a little) but like in the i-can’t-stop-touching-you-you-make-me-crazy way. and specifically? your tits. yeah, those. perfect and soft and just made for his mouth apparently based on the way he acts.

like it’s a problem. a chronic issue. you’re not safe anywhere. the beach? forget it. one second you’re laying out with your sunglasses on, trying to tan your thighs, and then boom: he’s straddling your hips, muttering something like 'can’t resist these fuckin’ things' before pulling down the top of your bikini and mouthing over them tongue everywhere and teeth too. there’s definitely teeth. and it don’t stop there. in his house? same thing. you come out of the shower in his old shirt and that’s his favorite, that clingy wet fabric where he can see everything. he’s on you in seconds. like a lil bloodhound, nose down your cleavage, hands already creeping under to get a handful. 'you walk around like that on purpose, huh?'

the chateau’s no better. they’ve seen too much honestly. couches, counter, that one time on the porch when you thought no one was home ..that was real bold. and jj’s the worst instigator. always pulling your top up, pushing it down, pressing a kiss right in the middle then smirking like he didn’t just do something filthy. like he didn’t whisper 'mine' right before biting your nipple through your shirt.

and then there’s the twinkie. omg, the twinkie. that crusty little van has witnessed actual crimes. you climb in after a swim and your chest is still damp, nipples poking through your suit (the one you purchased from a shein sale), and he’s already eyeing you like you’re a piece of succulent fish at the wreck. 'c’mere,' he says, you barely get your seatbelt on before his mouth is on you again, tongue flicking over your tits.

so if you are asking his love language? physical touch. more specifically? tit kisses. 24/7 ..certified maybank behavior. 🙄

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anakin who's just such a sweetheart whenever his girl is feeling quiet/nonverbal, he speaks to her so sweetly and calmly

biggest loverboy :( can’t deal

when you're feeling quiet, the world just seems to slow down for him. he leans in all softly might i add like he’s afraid if he spoke any louder, he’d break the delicate silence you've purposely wrapped yourself in. imagine him, wiping a stray strand of hair from your face, whispering little things like 'it’s okay, you don’t gotta say a word ..i’m right here.' and oh–the way he watches you, eyes softening at every inch of you omg..

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lily rose and dani ⠀࿁ 𑄹 ˙ ͏

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Pretty boys who try so hard to behave, but the second you touch them—they’re a trembling mess under you, shaking and gasping for more, already falling apart. Pretty boys who whimper when you grip their jaw, forcing them to meet your eyes. Pretty boys who stutter through their pleas, so wrecked they can barely speak.

Pretty boys who arch into your touch, who rut against nothing, who make the prettiest noises when they’re edged to the brink over and over—until their lips are parted, eyes glazed over, and tears slip down their cheeks. Pretty boys who beg—please, please, please—until they’re nothing but a sobbing, aching mess, willing to do anything for you, to please you. That’s what they’re made for.

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ഒ⋆ ۪ 𓇢𓆸 ׂ ׅ ༦ mdni! anakin x reader! anakin punishes you!

“Ani… I didn’t mean to disobey…” you hedge, voice barely above a whisper as you stand near the door to his quarters, twisting the edge of your sleeve between your fingers. He hasn’t said anything since you came in. Just sat there, hands resting on his thighs..

“You disobeyed,” he answers finally, the words leaving his mouth like a fact, not an accusation. His posture stays relaxed, but the pulse ticking in his jaw tells the truth. He’s anything but calm. “You went in after I told you to stay back. And I know you remember what I said.”

Your breath hitches, and the guilt clings to you, but so does the warmth. The way he’s looking at you—like he could tear you down and put you back together just using his stare. You press your thighs together behind the hem of your dress. It doesn't help.

“I thought you were in danger,” you try..

“You don’t get to decide what’s dangerous for me.” His tone drops lower, chest rising as he leans forward. “You are not a Jedi. You are not invincible. And you are mine.”

The last word lands with more weight than it shouldve. Your lips part, searching for something to say that isn’t a desperate plea. But your legs are already pulling you forward. He pats his thigh, once, and your heart stops.

“Come here.”

Your skin prickles as you cross the room, hesitant steps bringing you to stand between his spreaded legs. He looks up at you, eyes steady, blazing blue, the room's light casting gold over the different and intricate angles of his face. He reaches up, fingers curling gently into the waistband of your skirt, tugging it up higher over your hips until your thighs are bare.

“You’re getting punished,” he states, eyes flicking between your face and your legs. “You know that, don’t you?”

You nod, voice caught somewhere in your throat.

He lets out a breath that could’ve been a laugh. “Use your words, sweetheart.”

“Yes.. I know.”

“Good,” he says, and pulls you down across his lap.

The movement’s fast, yet still firm. Your hands hit the mattress beside him to brace, and your ass is lifted, perfectly presented for him like this. He adjusts your hips until you're exactly where he wants you—your stomach pressing into the bed, your ass high in the air, and your polished feet barely touching the floor.

His metal hand glides slowly across the curve of your ass, cool and deliberate.

“Skirt up.”

You obey instantly, tugging the hem up higher until the cool air of the room hits your underwear. You're embarrassingly wet already—you can feel it—and your whole body tenses in anticipation.

“I told you not to move unless I say.” His voice is softer now, but sharp. “So now you’re going to take this. And you’re going to count.”

You nod again, quickly.

“Ani—” The first strike lands on your right cheek. Your body jerks forward instinctively, but his arm pinned you down before you could go anywhere.

“Count,” he reminds you. "And don't make me tell you again."

“O-one.” His hand rubs the spot he just hit with heavy pressure.

“Two.” He hasn’t even touched you properly, and you’re already falling apart. God, what's wrong with you? You're being punished, and all you can think about is how good his metal hand feels inside of you. “Three,” you gasp.

He leans over you slightly, enough that you can feel the weight of his chest brush your back. “You can take it,” he murmurs. “I know you can.”

“Four.” Your voice cracks, but your cunt clenches around nothing, aching for some of him.

He coos at the sound. “Good girl.”

His palm smooths over your ass again, then dips lower, the pads of his fingers pressing into the damp spot at the center of your panties.

“You’re soaked,” he says, like it’s something you should be embarrassed about. “From this?”

You whimper, nodding. He groans is approval.. “Take them off.”

You reach back, fumbling with your underwear, dragging them down slowly, exposing yourself completely to him now. You don’t dare turn your head. The air licks at your wetness, and it makes you shiver.

He groans softly behind you when he sees it. “Maker…”

The next spank lands harder, directly over the most inflamed part of your bare cheek, and you gasp—your hips jerk again but he holds you firm. “Five.”

“I haven’t even started yet,” he mutters, dragging his hand slowly down the inside of your thigh now. “I should bend you over every time you pull something like that. Maybe then you’ll remember who you belong to.”

You try to speak—maybe to beg, maybe to say his name—but he pushes two fingers into you without warning. Your mouth drops open in a silent moan.

“You’re tight,” he says, inspecting you. “You want something inside, don’t you?” You clench around him, helpless. “Use your words.”

“Yes. Please. I need—”

“Not yet...”

He curls his fingers just right, and your breath catches. “You take what I give you. That’s the rule.”

He pulls them out, and you whine at the loss. Before you can beg, he flips you onto your back. Legs dangle off his lap, while you lie there, needy and exposed.

His eyes trace over you slowly.. “You’re going to stay here,” he says. “Stay still.. keep your legs open.”

You blink up at him, dazed. “A-Ani…”

“Hushh,” he shushes, standing up, stripping his tunic over his head with one motion. The sight of his bare chest makes you throb. His belt hits the floor with a heavy thud, and he’s already unfastening his pants.

“I’m going to fuck you just like this,” he purrs, eyes darkening. “so you’ll remember how it feels to disobey me.”

You breathe out something between a whimper and a moan, hips shifting, searching. His cock springs free. He strokes it twice, watching you with those impossibly dark eyes.

“Eyes on me,” he commands. You do as you’re told, because you can’t not. He kneels between your legs, pushes your thighs up and wide, bending you open.

“You’re going to take all of it.”

The head of his cock nudges against your entrance.. “And you’re going to thank me for it.”

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