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𝗘𝘅𝗾𝘂𝗶𝘀𝗶𝘁𝗲 𝗢𝗻𝗲 - 𝗢𝗻𝗲 𝗦𝗵𝗼𝘁 ⠀

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𝗥𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗚:🔞 𝗘𝘅𝗽𝗹𝗶𝗰𝗶𝘁 𝗠𝗶𝗻𝗼𝗿𝘀 𝗗𝗢 𝗡𝗢𝗧 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁 𝗱𝘂𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗠𝗮𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝗖𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁

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𝗣𝗔𝗜𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗚: 𝗗𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗵 𝗠𝗮𝘂𝗹 𝘅𝗳𝗲𝗺!𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 , 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝗶𝗻𝘀𝗲𝗿𝘁, 𝗝𝗲𝗱𝗶 𝗳!𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 , 𝗗𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗵 𝗠𝗮𝘂𝗹 𝘅 𝗢𝗖 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗿, 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗢𝗯𝗶-𝘄𝗮𝗻 𝗞𝗲𝗻𝗼𝗯𝗶, 𝗯𝗿𝗲𝗶𝗳 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗠𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗬𝗼𝗱𝗮 , 𝗔𝗻𝗮𝗸𝗶𝗻 𝗦𝗸𝘆𝘄𝗮𝗹𝗸𝗲𝗿, 𝗤𝘂𝗶-𝗚𝗼𝗻 𝗝𝗶𝗻𝗻⠀

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𝗪𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗖𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 5733

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𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: 𝗣𝗢𝗥𝗡 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗮𝗯𝗶𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝗮 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆, 𝘀𝗺𝘂𝘁 𝘀𝗺𝘂𝘁 𝘀𝗺𝘂𝘁, 𝘁𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗲𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆, 𝘀𝗹𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗽𝗿𝗮𝗶𝘀𝗲 𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗸𝘀, 𝘀𝗹𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗱𝗼𝗺 / 𝘀𝘂𝗯 𝗿𝗲𝗳𝗲𝗿𝗻𝗲𝗰𝗲, 𝗺𝗶𝘀𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗰𝗲, 𝗼𝗿𝗮𝗹 𝗙! 𝗿𝗲𝗰𝗲𝗶𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝘂𝗻𝗽𝗿𝗼𝘁𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗣 𝗶𝗻 𝗩 𝘀𝗲𝘅, 𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝘀𝗲𝘅, 𝗰𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗺𝗽𝗶𝗲 / 𝗰𝘂𝗺 , 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀, 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗯𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗸, 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝗳𝘂𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻

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𝗧𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗸 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘁𝗼 𝗺𝘆 𝗮𝗺𝗮𝘇𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗳𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱 @hellhound5925 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀, 𝗮𝗱𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗼𝘄𝗻 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝗶𝘁 & 𝗵𝗲𝗹𝗽𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗺𝗲 𝘀𝗼 𝗺𝘂𝗰𝗵🙌🏻🫶🏻⠀

𝗗𝗶𝘃𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗮𝗹𝘄𝗮𝘆𝘀 𝗯𝘆 𝗺𝘆 𝗯𝗼𝗼 @idontgetanysleep 🥰

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𝗧𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗸 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘁𝗼 𝗺𝘆 𝘀𝘄𝗲𝗲𝘁 @hello-there-cyarika 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗲𝗺𝗽𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗺𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗮𝗹𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝘆 𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲 𝗮 𝗣𝗧 𝟮👀🫣

For my beautiful amazing friend @lune-de-miel-au-paradis I know how much you love Darth Maul, I know this has taken longer than expected but I wanted it to be perfect for you & I hope you love it🤍🤍

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Another long rather boring waiting period whilst your Master Obi-Wan Kenobi spent his time discussing the Sith Lords apprentice with the Jedi Council. As a padawan learner it was not something you were overly privy too unless Obi-Wan revealed certain details to you.

You had been rather on the annoyed side as today was your final day of tests before you were to become a Jedi Knight, but as your master always says duty calls and council duty comes first.

You incessantly fiddle with anything you can get your hands on, the clip to your lightsaber , your silky chestnut brown hair, all while deep in thought.

Finally for what seems like a lifetime Obi-wan appears from the grand doors of the council room , as he walks over to you a gentle hand rests on your shoulder pulling you away from your thoughts and back to reality.

“I sense a disturbance around you young one” his voice mellow, awaiting your response.

“Sorry Master I was just thinking about my tests…”

Before you can finish he cuts off you with his reassuring calm demeanour.

“You have all the time in the galaxy to take these tests but right now we are needed. It appears our old friend Darth Maul has been spotted, Master Yoda wishes us to confirm this.”

Darth Maul, the name sends a cold tingle down your spine. You know he was the one to kill Qui-Gon Jinn and you know deep down it is not the Jedi way to hold grudges yet you feel, even if it was only minuscule that your Master did indeed hold that grudge.

A few rotations later you and Obi-wan find yourselves on Tatooine, sifting through the bustling crowds. The sun blazing down upon you both as you made your way to the small saloon.

“Please do try to keep a low profile young one we are not to draw any attention to ourselves, our presence here may not always be welcomed”

You roll your eyes letting out a small chuckle knowing you would more than likely ignore your masters words and do your own thing. He has often told you how much you remind him of a young Anakin Skywalker.

Time passes yet neither you nor your master sense or see Darth Maul. Yet this odd niggling feeling overcomes you, as if you are being watched. The hairs on the back of your neck suddenly stand on end and an alarmed emotion washes over you.

Was it the force or something more sinister?

Or was it just you loosing your mind on this maker forsaken planet of dust balls?

But you could hear it, the ever so faint whisper of the word exquisite almost like a rasping. No matter how hard you try , and by the force you are trying but you can’t seem to block out this whisper. Your heart began to race and that tingling feeling came back, but this was unlike before. No this one was burnt into you. A ghost finger trailing so softly up your arm towards your neck a gentle tug of the necklace you wear with pride.

A quick pinching off your forearm reminds you that your head needs to be on the game and focused. You are looking for Darth Maul, a night brother of Dathomir and a powerful Sith Lord.

But you feel it, you feel him boring into you. You gasp slightly in awe before slowly turning around glowing eyes capture you in what feels like a krykna web. His rich golden yellow eyes illuminate enough of his face covered by the hood of his inky black robes. He is beautiful yet sinister. His gaze upon you, watching you like you are his pray sends a hot flush to your cheeks. Turning to your master Obi-wan is your feeble attempt to break away from him and that smirk forming.

“Master….?” You say your voice in an almost whisper. You look over watching as your master adjusts the hood of his robes.

“I feel it too” he says, one hand placed on his chin as he was surveying the entire saloon. Both of you begin to make haste towards the doorway spotting the cloaked figure running out. But your chase for this mysterious being seems to have come to an abrupt stop. A dead end down an alleyway filled with nothing but a womp rat or two.

Physically you may of been alone but it seems the force was connecting you more and more with the son of Dathomir.

Again those whispers float all around you, sweeping through your very existence, filling your senses. No this must stop. You are soon to be a Jedi Knight and Jedi do not fall for such mind tricks by someone who was seduced to the dark side.In the orange glowing of the sunset you feel the hands of the force pulling you in, closer and closer until in the you make out two shapes, your master and the other one head to toe in black wielding an intimidating red double bladed lightsaber. His crown of horns poking through his hooded cloak.

“Obi-wan Kenobi we meet again” he says,a small sinister chuckle rumbles from his throat before forming up into his Form VI - Niman.

Watching as the two begin to stalk each other, neither backing down. A frustrations starts to bubble up from somewhere deep. Recalling your training and collecting yourself, you run over to the two without a second thought.

As you free your light saber from the clip of the belt cinched around your small waist, igniting the blade an Indigo blue halo forms around you. You block a strike that was headed straight for your master positioning yourself between the two men. As if morphing into one, you and the Sith Lord seem to become connected in ways you can’t begin to fathom. In synchronized movements, you exchange strikes once more. Your sabers collide again and again.

Blocking another blow, your hood falls from your head revealing a beauty Maul has never once witnessed in his life.

Your soft wavy hair gently blowing like delicate wildflowers in a summers evening field. Your pink plump lips pursed in pure concentration, the way your wide innocent eyes stare into his very existence showing no fear.

Almost as if time stopped, everything stood still. Every star planet in the galaxy came to a screeching halt, as the two of you stood there, lightsabers crossed, the red and indigo blades creating quite a stunning contrast as sparks fly.

His rich glowing eyes fixated on you, his heart began to race, the blood pumped through his veins and for a small moment you slit your gaze directly to the terrifying yet handsome Zabrak, your twinkling green eyes meet his red fire observance. That tingling feeling came back and overpowered every sense within you, shooting straight to your core. A feeling of fear yet prurience began rolling over you in waves. It takes you swift and sure. Only the sound of your Master’s voice dragged you back into the reality of the situation.

“I see you have met my Padawan” Obi-wan’s sarcastic tone fills the empty air before he takes on his usual Soresu style.

“Sarna look out!”

Obi-wan screams but to no avail a harsh blow strikes down against your saber causing you to fall back against the warm sandy foundations of Tatooine. Suddenly a dull tight feeling engulfs you. Unmoving with his inspection fully concentrated on you his mouth now cracked into an evil smile, your vision begins to blur, the air slowly being sucked out to you as you desperately claw at your throat in an attempt to yank the ghost hands away from you.

An anguished growl following a heavy thump to the harsh ground, you look over to see Maul clutching his arm, one last time his eyes survey over you, over your body then back to your fetching face.

And then he’s gone.

Instantaneously you find yourself back on Coruscant and back inside the walls of the Jedi Temple. Leaving your master with the council you take yourself off to your private quarters in hopes of some relaxation, some time to just cognizant those strange feelings that you’ve had with this Sith Lord.

Your body touched by the blush of the setting sun you lay back onto your bed, your hands restless your mind even more so.

You try and yet you cannot seem to fully let your mind be at peace, your body is full of rage and pent up frustration. Not something a Jedi should be feeling, not that is not allowed however more like something not to be openly discussed, but you are inflamed, your body longing for a release and a release you want him to fulfil, his chiselled handsome face, the feeling of his strong grip.

Your yearning for it- for him.

The wetness between your legs seeping out of your panties. Your pussy is aching. You lay your head back into the softness of your pillows squeezing them shut trying to think of anything to stop the urgency of your throbbing sex.

You feel fingertips achingly slow lightly running down your stomach all the way to your core, rubbing circles against your leather trousers each rub becoming more prominent than the last.

The fear you felt now put to shame by the desire sending shivers all over your body. His voice is back again just like on Tatooine, however this time brimming with sheer lust.

“Ah… the young Padawan… so beautiful so innocent “ he whispers.

You shoot your eyes open frantically darting around your small room, trying to place the voice to his face.

His voice is so regal, so harsh but maker you feel yourself so intrigued by it.

Physically your alone but he is with you somehow connected through the force. Suddenly you throw your hand upto your neck searching for your small pearl necklace your mother gifted you before you were taken to the Jedi Temple. She had always known the force was strong with you.

“Ah ah ah… finally noticed young one?” His voice sniggers coldly.

“Let me give you some advice young one- a Padawan should always be mindful of their surroundings, they should be able to feel when something is a miss..”

“It appears your Master has not naughty you well… Jedi…” he hisses.

“Get out of my head!” You spit sitting up on your bed your hands covering your head trying to ignore his voice and your lust filled thoughts. Your skin is prickling , your pulse quickening.

“Tsk tsk” he croons, almost as if you can feel his lips pressed against your neck and you can’t help by lolling your head back allowing the Sith Lord more access to your sensitive skin.

“But aren’t you curious young one?” His voice so taunting.

The way he manipulates the force to awaken this dark lust within you. The feeling of him gently nipping at your skin , another ghost hand delicately kneading at the soft flesh of your chest.

Before you can form a reply, the smallest of breathy moans leaves your lips. Your breath catches and your nails grip at your linen bed sheets.

“Curious about what?” You huff using all your will to stop this feeling you know is so wrong and goes against everything , the order, what you have dedicated your life to. You try in vain to push him away, yet he’s far too big, too powerful.

His large forearm now bracing your wrists together above your head with one hand, the invisible body over you so heavy you can’t squirm. The other ghost hand palming over your moist entrance pressing firmer as each second goes by.

“Everything” He is so close you feel his hot breath fan over your face.

Your gasps and soft moans are enough for him to continue his unseen exploration of your petite perfect body.

Those ghost fingers pull open at your trousers enough so he has access to your wet pussy he desires, slowly and feather light you feel beautiful pleasure begin to seep through you as he begins to rub your sensitive clit, gentle at first before the pace quickens.

Volts of filthy yearning flow over you in waves , his pace never relenting only becoming quicker.

“More- dont stop… please”

you mewl and moan bucking your hips up so desperately for more of his touch, so desperately wanting to feel his skilled fingers inside of you. Your climax ever so close to spilling out and engulfing your whole body.

“Ah yes. More?” His low sinister chuckle fills the room.

You feel the ghost finger tips slide down your sternum between your breast bone all the way to your centre. His touch is oh so galvanizing.

“Oh you exquisite thing, there is plenty of time for more, but now I have more pressing matters I must attend too”

As quick as it came his touch is now gone. You whine at the loss of his fingers working you so expertly.

The room now suddenly feels so empty and you can’t help but pathetically attempt to cover yourself up.

A racing heart and the bed around you cold in the dark night sky glow and all that is left is the lingering feeling is his large fingers. The feeling of sin gnawing away at you.

Yet you still want more.

Just as you considering finishing the job yourself there's a knock at your door. In panic you collect yourself before answering sheepishly

“Oh, hello Master. What can I do for you?"

Obi-wan scratches at his chin and for a moment and the panic that runs over your body wondering if he picked up on what went on just a few short moments ago is spreading like wild fire.

Raising a brow he drops his hand back to his side "it seems we are needed and will be leaving shortly”.

His tone of voice always has a way to calm you no matter what the situation.

You continue to push the thoughts out of your mind from earlier in the evening and take yourself to the fresher to get ready for the next mission, and for all the stars above you have no idea where you are going or what this mission entails.

From leaving the Jedi Temple , to the ride in the starship to finally landing back on Tatooine, maker you don’t know what it is but you have a strong dislike for this planet. The landing was smooth your master was a good pilot but not as good as Anakin Skywalker. Obi-wan knew the admiration you felt for Anakin. He was proud of you and of Anakin.

“Not a bad landing Master” you chuckle as the hiss of the door opening and the landing pad extends.

Obi-wan simply glances at you and rubs his hand over his chin once more.

“Now now Sarna, please keep your focus. We are to locate Darth Maul and by all means necessary bring him back to Coruscant to face trial”

You nod. “Yes Master” even you are surprised as to how calm you truly are.

“Keep your comms on, we are to meet back here by suns down” Obi-wan instructs you whilst adjusting his hood and departs off into the bustling streets.

For a brief moment you stand there and compose yourself scanning your surrounds until once again that rasping whisper floods your ears.

“Hello exquisite thing. Come to me. We have much to discuss on such little time” his regal commanding voice has you completely following his orders until you find yourself standing in front of a large durasteel door.

A quick whooshing sound and in the shadows you see him, the sight of him stood there now feels rather sinister, his crimson skin decorated with black tattoos , his rich yellow eyes glowing boring into yours. Under his black hooded robes you can make out his horns.

Silence.

That heat pools in your stomach dampening your core once more, yet you stand there as tall as you can trying your upmost best to not let him sense your fears…. And your lust.

“Do I frighten you?”

His rich and regal voice is striking.

Finally you remove your hood revealing your beauty once more to Maul. Standing there he begins to drink in all you have to offer. His eyes gaze up and down your body wrapped in your brown tunic and tight leather trousers.

“I believe you have something that belongs to me, I’m here to take it back and you are to be taken back to Coruscant”

A low rumble chuckle fills the once more silence.

“Young Padawan you may of course have this piece of jewellery back, please step in and I will hand it over to you”

A cruel smirk twists in his face, and those eyes roam over your chest partially peaking out from your tunic.

Slowly you step into the small room, one hand placed firmly on your lightsaber whilst the other twitches at your side. Trying so hard to compose yourself. Finally you stop in the centre of the room.

Maul begins to circle you achingly slow until he stops behind you, so close you can feel his breath fan over you. Your heart races and your core throbs

He leans into you his strong body pushed firmly against your back. You suck in an intake of breathe in the most quiet way you can, your hand still holding your lightsaber, a matter of life and death when you are in such close proximity to a powerful Sith Lord.

“Your thoughts betray you young one”

A raspy whisper in your ear before he gently places his lips on your bare flesh, kissing your neck so featherlight. Once again he manipulates the force and you feel your necklace back in place.

Each beat of your heart becomes louder and louder, faster and faster.

“I know what it is you desire exquisite one”

“And what is that Maul?” You turn around to face him, your pretty green eyes staring straight at him.

Silence.

Neither of you say a word for a few moments.

Maul sighs through his nose and for a brief second looks to the ground before looking back up at you, at your irresistible face and a dark smile tugs at the corner of his lips and his eyes fill with lust.

“This”

Forcefully pushing you against the cold stone wall,he wraps his arm around your waist, while the other gently grabs onto your neck, his hold is robust as he kisses you hard. Your pussy throbs for him. You moan into his kiss, as he slips his tongue into your mouth.

The sound of his deep groans sparks that sweet sinful wetness between your legs once again, and all you crave is , for him to be close to you, on you, inside you.

The friction between your legs burning and burning you desperately pull him closer trying to feel anything you can, Maul senses this and presses into you even closer. You can feel the thick hardening of his cock straining against his trousers , against you. Your wet pussy is so needy for him and he knows this.

Oh stars you are fucking craving this.

Breaking away from the hot and heavy kiss, you rip at his own dark tunic pulling it and throwing to the other end of the room. His body is so toned so fucking sexy, filled with those black tattoos you can’t help but admire. You bite your bottom lip looking the Sith Lord directly in his eyes with an innocence he has such a need to destroy, and for a minuscule of a second you see a softness wash over his features, before he lunges back at you so desperate to feel you again.

Grinding against you hard, pushing into you he makes quick work of removing all of your clothing revealing your delicate olive skin, your small chest falls from your bra. If weren’t listening you would of almost missed his gasping as his eyes drink in your naked body.

He slowly gets onto his knees , his mouth devastatingly close to your glistening pussy, he is fixated on what he sees in front of him , his hands trailing over every inch of you, worshipping your body like a serene goddess.

“Open your legs” he commands in a voice you dare not to disobey.

And you do, you spread your legs wide and throw your head back against the wall as he begins to feast on you, like a man starved. His tongue working with such authority such virtuoso, lapping up your sweet juices. You whimper and moan as he sucks on your clit.

Sucking , biting and licking at your soaking pussy he does not stop he keeps going and going , his tongue begins fucking you while one hand works your overly sensitive clit you can feel the build up of your orgasm nearing. His moans of praise pushing you even further

“Ohhh - Maul yes I’m going to-“

He slows his tongue down and looks up at you placing a gentle wet kiss over your slit.

“Shhh I know” he hushes and with that slides two large fingers inside you pumping them in and out at a furious pace all whilst he suck’s on your clit.

“Mmm good girl you taste as exquisite as you look ”

Your body simply cannot stand it and you come undone. An overwhelming white hot sensation engulfs you. Shaking and sobbing with such beautiful rapture. You run your hands delicately over those sharp horns and pull him up to face you. That smirk is there yet not sinister more sensual.

Laying back into the small makeshift bed your hair splayed out , your perfect body glowing with a thin sheen of sweat unable to take your eyes off this incredible Zabrak you open your legs enough to allow him the access you are so thirsting for.

“Do you want this exquisite one?” His voice laced in passion.

You can only whimper out a shakey “yes” before you feel him sinking balls deep into you. Your arms tangle around each other , his pace slow, gentle allowing you to adjust to his immense size, you feel every rib, every vein as his pace picks up.

“Good girl you look ever so good beneath me”

“I am the only one who will fuck you like this exquisite one…” his regal voice continues to send that shiver down your spine.

“Mmmm Maul- ohh yes it’s only you”

Your needy whines and whimpers fuel his furious pounding into you.

Maul yanks your legs placing them up and onto his shoulders allowing him to reach into you even deeper.

He peppers your ankles with silky kisses before continuing his sedulous fucking.

He groans and starts to fuck you harder and harder, it feels so right yet so wrong at the same time. You feel a shadow of darkness engulf you if only for a brief movement. Looking up at him through your sex- drunk eyes you see him so close to his peak , he looks so beautiful his eyes begin to flutter as his pace falters you can feel him loosing control deep inside you. Wet erotic sounds of passionate yet filthy love making fill the air , your orgasm teetering so close to erupting out of you.

You pull him into you as he kisses and bites at your neck groaning lewd praises his hands firmly grabbing the soft flesh of hips, his guttural growls and his relentless fucking of your cunt sends you over the edge.

Crying out in sheer bliss you , you whine so pathetically for him coating his throbbing monstrous cock in your creamy cum. His arms never leave your shaking breathless body while his hips buck even harder into you splitting you in two.

“Ohhh Maul- yes oh stars don’t stop”

One final harsh thrust he groans and curses in his native tongue coating your sweet tight insides full of his seed. The sweet ache of him stretching you releasing himself within you, his burning hot skin against yours, his firm hold on you and his tender kisses in the crook of your neck sends a lightening bolt of white hot pleasure flowing throughout you, your pussy milking his perfect cock for as much as you can get. His warm cum drips out of your ruined pussy, slowly running down your thighs.

Laying by your side Maul gently rubs his fingers over your slit catching the cum as falls out of you. Watching your every move.

That dark sinister smile beaming at you as he plays with a sensitive nipple slowly rubbing both his and your release smoothly over your tits. Turning your head slightly looking at him with wide eyes blown with lust he places his sticky thumb onto your swollen lips , without hesitation you gently part your lips, sucking the sweet and tangy juices off of his thumb ever so divinely.

His eyes so smug, he can sense your thoughts.

“Mmm I believe you want more- yes?”

Running his fingers up the side of your thigh with his free hand, nails digging into your flesh, the sight of you pleading so desperate, he adores this. He takes such pleasure from this.

So achingly slow he slides two fingers inside you, your cum filled pussy taking his fingers easily, gasping as he enters you.

“Maul…” you sigh closing your eyes biting at your bottom lip trying to control the moans that are so close to spilling out of your mouth.

Taking him by surprise you grab his throbbing length and begin to pump him fast driving him crazy.

He growls at your touch and uses his free hand to take a fistful of your hair, and pulls your to face him. He wants to watch you come undone once more for him, to watch your beautiful face contort in the pleasure he brings you. Again and again his two fingers explore inside you until he finds that sweet sensitive spongy spongy spot that sends jolting piercing pleasure throughout you once more.

Your walls clench around his fingers as the intensity of your third orgasm rips through you. You work in sync with him pumping him tighter and faster until his cock twitches squirting thick ropes of warm cum over your hand and thigh.

He curses, removing himself from your grip to run his fingers down the side of your face.

Your soft sobs of dizzy gratification slowly begin to fade away as you steady your breathing. You feel a soft kiss upon your temple and for a moment the only sounds in the room are your breathing in unison.

“Exquisite one are you - … did I hurt you?” Suddenly realising how fragile you are laid under him.

Stuttering your words you can only muster a quiet “no”

Maul slowly pulls away from you to place his robe over the both of you as lays at your side gently holding you, a sense of calm and peace rush over you and you melt into his strong arms, drawling circles into his biceps with your fingers. The silence is just beautiful right now. You turn around to face him placing a gentle and upon his cheek, he slightly flinches at your touch but slowly he weakens and relaxes feeling your delicate hand so kindly caressing his face.

As a Sith Lord showing this affection it is weak, he could easily strike you down here and now yet he chooses to hold you, to make you feel alive yet deep down you know how wrong this is, and in this succulent moment you don’t even hear the door whoosh open.

“Sarna….” The disappoint in your Masters voice falls heavy on you, it feels like your heart is breaking.

Obi-wan stands there his face completely and utterly dismayed. Pure incandescent rage seeps into his blue eyes which bore into the sight of his Padawan, in the arms of a Sith Lord. His fingers twitch at the side of his lightsaber.

“Jedi..” Maul growls his wrath causes him to push his arm across as if you protect you from the galaxy and the evil within it.

“Let”

“Her”

“Go”

“Or this time I really will kill you Maul”

“Master! Please let me explain!” You beg and bundle past Maul in great need of trying to unravel this mess you have gotten yourself in.

It only takes you mere seconds to pull your clothing back on and race to your masters side.

“Leave… now!” Obi-wans stern voice brings you to shame , you turn to face Maul and voice a soft thank you before scuttling out of the room with your head hanging low.

The distant sound of a lightsabers clashing between your master and your unexpected lover cause nothing but affliction , your connection to the force seems so lost.

Then no more sounds spill out of the small room you and Maul had such intoxicating love making in, just silence. Deadly silence , in the distance you see a small starship zoom off into the distant sky and all you can think is thank the maker Maul is alive.

For what seems like several rotations your Master finally steps outside, glancing over at you scrutinising you before he finally speaks.

“We are to head back to Coruscant with immediate effect”

“We will speak of this to no-one , do you understand me?”

Not once have you felt Obi-wan so disenchanted. He cannot even look at you. The ride back is quiet, uncomfortable. You keep your fingers wrapped around your necklace the only thing that seems to be able to comfort you.

As soon as you touch down on Coruscant Obi-wan heads straight to the Jedi Council, your heart plummets and your stomach forms knots one cannot comprehend, you take the time to head to the gardens to mediate to try and dilute yourself. Feeling a strong presence behind you, a calm one…. Your Master.

“I have failed you Sarna”

“Just like I failed my own Master…-“ his voice trails off slightly before he regains his composure.

You blink back stinging tears, a your breathe out a deep sigh.

“You have not failed me Master, it is I who has failed you. Am I to leave the order?”

The tears glisten as they begin to fall down your rosy cheeks. Obi-wan catches sight of this and sits down next to placing his hand upon your forearm , his blue eyes twinkling in the orange glow of the setting sun.

“No my child you are staying right here, the force is strong with you and I have petitioned to the council for your tests, they take place next week, and even though I have not prepared for you this and I can only but apologise.”

“ You will become a fine Jedi Knight Sarna”

His smile brings warmth to your heart.

And with that you are left alone with your thoughts, making your way back to your quarters, you can feel him ever so slightly his regal voice whispering and repeating the same two words.

“Exquisite one”

Once back within the safety of your room you sit there dazed , confused, and that familiar heat building up in your core once more. Again your Sith lover manipulates the force and you feel ghost fingers trailing up your spine to nape of your neck.

A set of lips placing fine touch kisses down your throat. It takes much out of you but fight and fight his voice his touch. To remove them from your mind, from your body.

“Do you no longer like when I touch you?” His voice once more taunting you.

Silence.

“ Why have you forsaken me young one?” His voice cold yet you are sure there is a hint of sadness floating around in there.

“You are a Sith Lord Maul, you have been tempted and fallen to the dark side. You are weak yet you believe you are strong. You will forever be forsaken in my eyes and the eyes of many” your words strike him deeper then he could ever imagine.

Your eyes fill with tears once more, a lump in your throat forms and it becomes so difficult to swallow, your heart feels sorrow. Standing in front of the mirror in your room you brush over the bruises and bites left only a day ago, by someone you never thought would take ahold of your heart in such a profound way.

“Why do you weep?” His rich , regal voice you’ve grown fond of is so gentle tugging at the strings of your heart.

“Leave me!” You snap turning away to face your small window, gazing out on the neon glowing night of Coruscant.

“I am unable to ever hear your voice again, to ever see your face unless to bring you to justice for the crimes you have committed. The Sith cannot be allowed to resurface”

“Now go Maul” the way you brush him off so nonchalantly breaks your heart piece by piece.

For a very brief moment you can feel his pain, his anger seething inside of him burns into your veins your very existence.

The wretched hollow ache you feel causes you to howl out a mix of cries and curses. You hold onto the small necklace you dote on so deeply , turning back to the mirror once more, your eyes judge over the feeble mess you have now become. The tears stream down your face, the saltiness tainting your lips, settling on your tongue. You hold yourself with your arms repeating the same words over and over.

“I will not be tempted”.

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[tragedybunny]

Little One, Little Pet

Darth Maul x F!Reader - NSFW, Dom!Maul, Dubious Consent - Reader is Maul's plaything

The sun is setting and you realize you've been in the hangar since dawn. Whatever the last run the modified freighter went on, it left some interesting marks. But every job was insanity since the Shadow Collective formed, and your repair work never stopped. Though they did pay you a fortune as you were one of the best mechanics in the system. It wasn't just the money that kept you around though, there was a feeling of freedom and adventure you wouldn't get in a corporate shipyard. Even with all the unique challenges, it was worth it. There was also him, but you tried not to think about that too much, only when you were being really honest with yourself. 

Glancing at the open panel with wires still spread everywhere, you sighed. The rest would have to wait until tomorrow. Descending from the wing, you started cleaning up the mess of tools that had been left in your wake. "Hello Little One." The voice behind you nearly made you jump, even if you were familiar with it. It held the promise of power and danger. 

Turning, you incline your head respectfully. "Lord Maul." You hold your breath, who would he

be today, the Sith Lord, the madman, the gangster, or the lost son?

He snorts, "I'm in no mood for formality." That didn't narrow it down much, probably not the Sith Lord though. "Come, drink with me."

"Of course." It wasn't the first time your late hours made you his companion by default. Everyone else was wise enough to be in their quarters by now. Removing the fluid stained coveralls from over your clothes, you hurry to catch up. Maul never waits, expecting you to follow, the distinct sound of his metal footsteps leading you along. 

You trail after him to an office, once a corporation owned this building, before they refused to fall in line. He’s already pouring two glasses of Alderaanian Whiskey, a mellow and smooth spirit. The bottle was here when he took over. Lost son or madman it is. Steeling yourself, you walk over and reach for a glass. 

With terrifying speed, Maul grabs your wrist, and pulls you down with him as he sits in the waiting chair, once an unknown executive’s luxury. He presses his nose to your skin and inhales, “I could kill you right now, you know.” 

A question you’ve heard before, the first time it rightfully terrified you, but by now, you are only sensibly anxious. “I know Lord Maul.” 

An iron grip tangles in your hair. “I said no formality.” Exposing your throat with that grip, he nips your neck, teeth lingering long enough to bruise. Macabre excitement envelops you, your pulse races, and taboo desire makes warmth build between your legs. Maul’s laughter tickles your ear. “You’re too easy Little one,” his hand releases your hair, “drink.”

Feeling your skin flush, you lean forward, taking one of the glasses of whiskey and sipping slowly. It doesn’t help as you feel yourself grow light headed almost instantly, leaving you pliable in his arms. Maul finishes his drink in one gulp and returns to marking your neck, his other arm locking you in place. “Maul,” you whimper weakly, knowing he wouldn’t stop even if you wanted him to. 

“Finish your drink.” You obey and as soon as the glass leaves your hand, he grows bored of just your neck and begins to tear away your shirt, elongated nails shredding it. Fingers slide over your breasts, nails skimming your nipples, pain out of balance with pleasure. Your arm almost moves to shield yourself, but a low growl from him warns you to stay in place. Fingers pluck at them, pinching and playing, but more gentle now, and you’re floating away into that space only he can take you too. Leaning down, his teeth go back to work, roaming over your skin, turning it black and blue, and in some cases drawing blood. You moan senselessly, no words for what he does to you, you feel you’ve become slick with your own wetness. A final harsh pinch to a tortured nipple brings you back into focus just enough to realize he’s opening your pants. 

“The things I’d do to you if I were still whole. Oh but I have ways to make up for that.” You tense for a moment, a fresh rush of fear, but it's too late, his hand has reached your sex, wet and swollen with desire. Fingers enter you with no warning, spreading you wide harshly. Yelping you squirm, but he’s holding you even tighter. “Isn’t this what you wanted Little One?” Mercilessly they move back and forth building you up to a release, even with the feeling of being uncomfortably. Just as you reach the precipice, he pulls back, and you crash back down. 

More laughter, and you fight to sit up. “We’re not done yet.” A single digit traces along your clit, and begins to rub in slow, maddening circles. Almost no friction is afforded to you, and the emptiness inside you feels like it will drive you mad. Desperately you buck your hips, trying to convey your need. Cruelly he squeezes your clit in response, his voice low and dangerous. “You are not in control here. If there is something you want, beg me for it.” This is what he enjoys, the power, the control, knowing you are desperate for what he can do to you. 

“Maul-” He squeezes your clit harshly and you yelp. Staring dumbly for a second, you can’t understand what he wants. Then it comes to you. He is always the Sith Lord, deep down inside, no matter what face he shows. “Lord Maul, please let me cum.” 

Sighing, he looks at you as though indulging a poorly behaved pet. “Very well.” Fingers roughly enter you again, working you relentlessly, his thumb finds your clit, guiding you on. Once you may have found it humiliating but now you continue to beg him, until a wave of bliss crashes over you and you go limp. Arms pull you a bit closer, keeping you from sliding onto the floor. “You may have two minutes to gather your senses, Little One.” Sometimes it seems like he might almost like you. 

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[eldritch-horror-from-the-void]

Listening to a sped up version of Earned It by The Weekend while staring at Maul gifs.

It's a vibe.

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[1-800-spacehusbands]

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[saradika]

STAR WARS - 2023 FIC RECS

this year has been filled with so many beautiful fics, I wanted to make a rec list to share & support everything I read. please check these out and support these creators, they are all incredible! 💖✨

ANAKIN/VADER X F!READER

— Breathe Me In by @moonlight-prose

the jedi fell and darth vader rose to power, but there’s a secret he hides even from his own master.

— When Midnight Calls by @ladyxskywalker

anakin steps into the refresher, noticing how you left the door open for him, the steam filling the room inside from the misty hot water.

AXE WOVES X F!READER

— The Lady and the Merc by @flightlessangelwings

“The pleasure,” the leader took your hand, but instead of shaking it, he brought it up to his lips and kissed the back of it tenderly, “Is all mine,” he gave you a wink as you felt your skin burn under his touch, “And call me Axe Woves.”

BRASSO X F!READER

— Steadfast by @uwingdispatch

He pressed a sweet kiss to your forehead before pulling back to look at you in that way only he could, with those bright eyes. “I think we should stay,” he said.

BOBA FETT X F!READER

— Be With Me by @imarvelatthestars

"It's late," he says.

— Boba Fett is in Love With You by @janghoefett

He’s known for some time now.

— Ex Libris by @daimyosprincess

There's much to be learned from the handsome professor Boba Fett, both about yourself and your pleasure.

— Kinktober Day Five: Virginity by @sinfulsalutations

You’ve never felt this small before.

— No Mercy by @daimyosprincess

Fennec Shand is many things, markswoman, assassin, the daimyo’s right hand, but merciful is not one of them. That's why she's the only one Boba Fett trusts to take care of you when he's away.

— Sound Asleep by @moodymisty

You swore you hadn’t had a nightmare since your childhood years; But even then, you couldn’t remember one like this.

— Small Favors by @daimyosprincess

The day Boba Fett called you a hellion, you were pretty certain it altered your brain chemistry.

— The App by @maybege

The App tells you who your perfect match is. But when Josh, your perfect-match-alpha, introduces you to his boss, you start to realise that the numbers are not always right.

DARTH MAUL X F!READER

— Dread by @bits-and-babs

a strange creature visits your dreams, promising to satiate a yearning body he heard call to him across the force. |  incubus!maul

— Serenity by @eloquentmoon

lord maul interrupts your nighttime stroll in the woods

ELIA KANE X F!READER

— Eat Your Young by @imarvelatthestars

It's the way she looks at you that does you in, the blatant hunger that glints in Elia's eyes, the knowledge that she always has you just within reach and that you'll always fall for her time and again. 

GALEN ERSO X READER

— I Didn't Know The Time by @ladyxskywalker

an unseasonable rain causes an unexpected shift in your new year’s plans, but, as it turns out, both of you wouldn’t have it any other way

GRAND ADMIRAL THRAWN X F!READER

— Amuse Bouche by @bits-and-babs

A state dinner leaves the Grand Admiral wanting far more than was offered.

— Show of Good Faith by @bits-and-babs

grand admiral thrawn has a unconventional way of convincing neighbouring planets to pledge allegiance to the empire.

KINO LOY X F!READER

— I Want You to Show Me Weak by @tarabyte3

You're pretty sure Kino Loy hates you. He screams at you, grabs you, and shoves you against the wall, and it's becoming a problem because, well...it shouldn't fluster you as much as it does.

— Ownership of Mine by @amywritesthings

The Empire has integrated their prison systems, with you as one of the few women now incarcerated at Narkina 5. The unit manager takes you under his wing – but for reasons you didn’t anticipate.

OBI-WAN X F!READER

— Dust to Dust by @avarkriss

A generous gift bestowed upon a very pretty desert hermit

—Kinktober Day 5: Table Sex by @flightlessangelwings

“You wished to see me, Lord Kenobi?” you asked from the doorway to his office where you stood at attention.

— Serve My Worries Away by @friskynotebook

In which Obi-Wan gets in a fight with a printer and the printer wins.

— Sweetend Craving by @moonlight-prose

“he’d want the last thing he ever heard to be the sound of you tipping over the edge, falling into a bliss you both craved.”

— What’s The Harm? by @obixwan

Quinlan set Obi-Wan up with a friend and now, Obi-Wan can’t help himself.

POE DAMERON X GN!READER

— Because You Left by @againstacecilia

“What happened? With us?” / “We just… Grew apart. That’s all.” / “No, I don’t think that’s it. Not entirely.”

THE CLONES X F!READER

— Better Than The Universe by @sinfulsalutations

Rex enjoys the mindlessly affection-filled morning he deserves

— Kinktober Day 15 by @samspenandsword

Overstimulation with Daddy Rebels!Rex

— Keep In The Heat by @sinfulsalutations

Wrecker is cold. His girl knows a solution

— Return To Sender by @keravnos-kori

halla has been alone for the past three years. as it turns out, relocating to coruscant and attending a prestigious university hasn’t been as glamorous as she originally expected - but when a new opportunity comes along for her to prove the republic’s injustices committed against clone troopers, she might get more than she bargained for when the power structure suddenly collapses and is replaced by something far more sinister…

— Strategies in Fliration by @floral-force

When you take a risk and join your friends for a night out, a handsome stranger sets his eyes on you. You boldly approach him and ask him what war tactics he has in his arsenal. | captain rex

— Sweet Thing by @starrylothcat

Wrecker has a crush on you, a local sweet shop owner. Will he find the courage to ask you out? 

— Some Rex and Relaxation by @daimyosprincess

After a hard week, Rex makes it his mission to see that you forget all about it.

— The Coffee Shop by @samspenandsword

You own a coffee house on Coruscant famed for its especially strong and rare brews. One day, you find yourself meeting the Marshal Commander for the Coruscant Guard.

if you haven’t read these, you need to! and please support these amazing fics & writers by reading, reblogging & commenting! 💕

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[daddy-issues-99]

Darth Maul x f!reader smut

TW: pet play, power dynamics, dom/sub relationship, spit, bdsm, oral (m receiving), praise, p in v, degration, slapping/spanking

Words: 1.3k

Being the ruler of Mandalor was obviously a difficult and strenuous job. It required constant attention and authority: no room for compassion or pleasure. That's why he kemp you.

One of the benefits of being the ruler of Mandalor was the gifts: weapons, prizes, precious stones, and of course, you. The perfect toy for the perfect ruler.

Maul walked back to his room after demanding and irritating day. he needed to relieve some stress, take his anger out. Take his anger out on you. His favorite toy.

He barged into his quarters, slamming and locking the door behind him. He turned and walked towards a small but luxurious cage in the corner of his room where you neatly sat with your hands placed gently in your lap, looking up at him with innocent eyes. "Good evening, Master." You said in a gentle voice.

Maul quickly unlocked the cage, ignoring your greeting and grabbed you by the intricate collar around your neck and pulled you out of your cage.

Maul pulled you up by your collar and held it tightly between his forefingers. He shifted his hand to wrap around your neck, gently squeezing it. "Such a beautiful specimen." He whispered, examining your features. His tender demeaner quickly vanished when he quickly shoved you down onto the hard floor so you were on your knees.

"Open. Now." He said in a harsh and stern voice. You happily obliged and opened, sticking your tongue out, looking up at him through your lashes.

"Good girl" He wrapped his hand around your hair, holding on tight enough to hurt before spitting into your mouth. "Swallow, whore." He said in a degrading voice. You happily obliged, opening your mouth and sticking your tongue out as proof, earning a satisfied smirk from Maul.

Maul quickly unbuttoned his pants with his free hand, still gripping your hair with the other. He pushed his boxers down, reveling his half hard cock, stroking it a few times with his free hand. "Lets see if you can put that pretty mouth of yours to better use." He pushed the tip of his cock against your lips. "Open" You placed your hands around the base of his cock before eagerly taking it in your mouth causing Maul to let out an earthy growl of pleasure, tightening his grip on your hair.

You slowly started to bob your head back and forth, hollowing your cheeks as his cock hit the back of your throat, causing you to gag. He looked down at you with a sadistic smirk and roughly thrusts his hips, causing you to gag again. "fucking whore." He moaned out in a harsh voice, starting to move your head at his own pace.

You looked up at him with watery eyes as he roughly thrusted into you, spit and tears running down your face as he looked down at you with a satisfied smirk.

You moved your hands to his thighs for support as he roughly thrusted into you, your jaw starting to hurt. You could deny though that this was amazing. Him using you in the hopes of him claiming you, breeding you. The thought alone made you shiver. You slowly moved your hand down and into your skirt, moving your panties aside to shove one finger inside you, causing you to let out a small moan of pleasure.

You slowly thrusted your finger inside your slick walls, curling it to hit just the right spot before moving to your sensitive clit. Your eyes fell closed as you slowly circled your clit, wishing it was Maul. However, the second after you closed your eyes Maul instantly stopped thrusting and pulled his cock from your mouth. You looked up at him with a confused expression, hand still in your skirt.

Maul looked down at you with a furious expression before slapping you hard across the face, causing you to fall to the floor. "You imbecilic whore." He spat out, circling over you with a menacing presence. He quickly grabbed your wrist from your skirt and pulled you up from the ground, holding on so tightly it hurt. "You think you can just touch yourself you without my permission?" He ask in an enraged voice.

"No- no Master, I'm sorry! I just wanted to-" Before you could even finish your sentence maul flung you towards the bed. "I have no need for your pathetic excuses. On the bed. Now!" He yelled, absolutely furious. You quickly got on to the bed and on your hands and knees as per usual instruction but you didn't think that this was gonna be as pleasurable as usual.

He positioned himself behind you and roughly grabbed your hips, lining himself up with your needy cunt. "You want to cum? You want my cock? Then lets see how much you can take." He said through gritted teeth and plunged into you without warning, not bothering to give you time to adjust before roughly thrusting into you.

You moaned out in a mixture of pain and pleasure as your head fell to the plush pillows below you. Maul pounded into you at a ruthless pace in a primal, animalistic fashion, no longer caring about your pleasure.

He harshly slapped your ass and roughly massaged your flesh as he plunged into you at a extraneous pace, slamming into your cervix with every thrust.

You gripped the sheets for dear life, letting out moans of a mix of pain and pleasure. The flesh of your ass was painful and red, your hips hurting from his solid grip that you both knew would leave a bruise, and your orgasm was fast approaching.

Maul quickly wrapped his hand tightly around your throat and pulled you back against his chest, letting out an animalistic growl. "Does my pet want to cum?" He asked in a rough voice. All you could do was nod and babble out a desperate plea. "Yes, master" You said through a breathy moan. His grip only tightened on your throat. "Are you going to touch yourself again?" He asked as he quickened his pace, hitting just the right spot. All that managed to come out of your mouth was a strangled moan as your orgasm crashed into you, sending waves of pleasure through your body. Maul held tightly onto your throat as you milked his cock through your orgasm, leaving you a panting mess.

He quickly turned you over onto your back, grabbing your wrists and holding them over your head with his right hand. "Don't you ever forget your place. You are nothing more than a worthless fucktoy for me. Do. You. Understand?" He asked through gritted teeth, slamming his cock into you. You quickly nodded and let out a breathy moan "Yes, master" He smirked and quickly moved his free hand to quickly circle your clit. "Good girl"

Within seconds you were already approaching your second orgasm. His quick and rough pace was all you needed to send you over the edge for the second time. He continued to quickly circle your clit as you screamed his name, milking his cock for the second time.

Maul buried his face in the crook of your neck and bit down hard on your shoulder, causing you to let out a cry of pain as his own orgasm followed, coating your walls with his seed.

After a moment he lifted his head and looked down at you. "I am the only one who can bring you pleasure. Don't you dare tough yourself with out my permission again. Is that understood?" He asked in a stern voice.

You lazily nodded, "Yes, Master" You said in a breathy, tired voice. He looked down at you with a satisfied smirk and pulled out of you, letting his cum seep down your thigh.

"Good, girl"

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[thenightmarketofdathomir]

O Wishmonger, Herald of Dathomir, you honor us again with your generosity and wisdom. To begin, I beseech thee - how shall our Brothers Three greet their dearly beloved ones after so long a time away? A reunion is long overdue. <3

I couldn't agree more.

Pairings: Feral x Reader (f!), Savage Opress x Reader (f!), Darth Maul x Reader (f!) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Somno (cnc), oral (receiving) size difference, p in v, collaring, D/s, power dynamics, exhibitionism, references to BDSM, marking/possession

Feral: Hugging your pillow, deep in dreams of your lover whom you haven't seen in so many moonsets, you don't feel the shimmersilk sheets slipping from your legs, but you remember that slanted grin and the way his eyes darken when he eases himself between your legs. The dream is so convincing, you can almost feel the heat of his mouth against your slit, easing you open with a kiss and the gentle stretch of your legs to avoid his horns -- and he holds you there, suckling at your clit, his tongue exploring as if to remap the secrets of your body. Too many nights away let the imagination run wild, but even lucid and dreaming, the gravel in his laughter is so convincing you nestle into the fantasy of his body behind yours, the weight of him pressing you into the mattress when he kisses up your spine, the gentle grip on your wrists easy because you're still limp and murmuring his name into the mattress. Your body clenches, empty and wanting, but his murmured, "I missed how wet you get for me," draws out a shiver and a roll of your hips to fit that heavy, hard rod of durasteel sinking into your cunt -- one tender ridge at a time to fill you up. "There you go, love," Feral says, his shallow thrusts easing you from slumber and into his arms, already tightening with the promise of pleasures delivered with the swivel of his hips. "Right back where you belong."

Savage: He's never looked more severe than when he's covered in gore, fresh from his mission with his eyes flashing. It occurs to you he hasn't bothered with his debriefing -- that his ship's been abandoned at the landing paddock and that every stone stair on the way up the Peak is just a mild inconvenience for someone who takes them three at a time on a good day. He looks pissed. He looks determined. And nothing -- and no one -- is getting in his way when his gaze locks on yours. It's a strange feeling, after having missed him so long, that your first inclination is to shrink. "Forgive me," he says when he reaches you, but the words are garbled and the next thing you know, your legs are swinging out from under you. The vein in his neck is throbbing, and outwardly, he looks pissed -- a warning, but not for you while he carries you away, clinging to those broad shoulders, fully aware that had you protested, you might've gone over his shoulder instead. He practically kicks open the doors to your shared quarters, the guard hastening to lock you away. "I need three full days," he explains. "Uninterrupted." He's shaking as he sets you to your feet, his hands uncertain of what to grab first, because there's a violence to his desperation that frightens him. So you step into him. Unfasten his armour. Press yourself into his skin when he groans and collapses into the edge of the bed where he remembers he can touch you without causing damage -- you take his hands. Place them where you want them: your breast, your hip, the swell of your ass, your thigh. He shakes less, but the look he wears is hungry. You remind him with your kisses that he can ease him; that you felt the same.

Maul: Lord Maul never leaves his toys unattended. He brings them with him -- his consort, his Queen marked with a tiny gold chain falling across so much black satin that it looks like a necklace, but you know, even standing behind him, that it's a sign of possession. Absolute authority. Control over the things he fears losing the most -- not his autonomy, but yours, because you chose him, and you chose this expression of your devotion: a little gold half-crescent, the suns doubled upon each other, worn around the neck. His symbol. His brand, like the bruises on your thighs from his powerful fingers, or the raw, wet feeling of his spend between your legs -- the fervour of his desire to drown you in pleasure hidden across your body beneath the long elegant train of your gowns and the expertly tailored bodices. Lord Maul is an overachiever. A perfectionist. A magician whose wonders are woven into stolen moments with your back bent over the balustrades and your legs around his neck. It's dizzying, to know you're so thoroughly claimed -- so desired that he refuses to be parted from you, because the part of you that worships him in return offers in exchange the one thing he most desires: the panted, exhausted whisper of his name from your lips like a prayer to some long forgotten creature, elevated to godliness with the offering of your love, your devotion, your body.

#Darth Maul #Feral Opress #Savage Opress #Darth Maul x Reader #Darth Maul x You #Savage Opress x Reader #Savage Opress x You #Feral Opress x Reader #Feral Opress x You #Darth Maul Smut #Savage Opress Smut #Feral Opress Smut #spicy

[gggoldfinch]

Hiiii! What are your favorite fics of all time? And favorite books?

(I'm in need of reading material 👀)

OHHH MY GOD okay ! I’m SO GLAD YOU ASKED!!!!!!!! This is going to be an INSANE and comprehensive list crossing multiple fandoms/ genres. Everything will be on ao3, but some authors are also my tumblr mutuals or friends so I’ll tag them too. Regular books will be at the end!!!

Important Notes: these won’t be ordered according to preference, just as they come to mind/as I go thru my bookmarks; I’ll group the fandoms together. There will be a mix of oneshots & multichap, finished & unfinished, mostly x reader. I do fancy darkfics and dead doves, but for the sake of social affability I won’t add anything that is too dark, and will give adequate warnings if it verges on dark; keep in mind all of these have their own specific ao3 tags to heed!

By The Light of The Second Moon by @eloquentmoon: Star Wars, Darth Maul/reader, unfinished multichap, canon typical violence

Snacks of Dathomir by Kuraiummei: Star Wars, Opress Bros/Mando!reader, unfinished multichap, crackfic adjacent in that it’s largely about cooking + Mand’o language

Solicitude by @shiversdownyerspine: TUA, The Swedes/powered!reader, unfinished multichap, canon-typical weirdness

this is a gift (it comes with a price) by moonlightserenades: Ghost, Cardinal Copia/reader, unfinished multichap

I Knew Nothing But Shadows by @writingjourney: Ghost, Papa IV (Copia)/ reader, unfinished multichap

Friday Nights at the Vinothek by @writingjourney: Ghost, vampire!Papa II (Secondo)/human!reader, oneshot, vampire-typical bloodiness

Lapine by @bjorntobemild: Fargo, Ole Munch/reader, finished multichap, canon-typical violence & weirdness

The Price of Vengeance by Mighty_Peacock & Prickly_Panda: AVP, yautja/human!oc, unfinished multichap, canon-typical violence, obligatory monsterfuckery

The Shadow in the Valley by frogonalog: AVP, yautja/human!oc, finished multichap, canon-typical violence, obligatory monsterfuckery

Breaking Bread by SS_Shitstorm: Transformers Prime, Megatron/human!reader (plus some other shenanigans), unfinished multichap, crackfic adjacent in that it’s largely about questionable chemistry, slightly more violent than canon, obligatory robotfuckery

Sweet by RandomFangirlX3: Transformers Prime, Starscream/human!reader, smut oneshot, obligatory robotfuckery

Who I Used to Be by TheNaiveMuse: Transformers Prime, humanized!Starscream/human!reader, unfinished multichap, verges on bodyhorror?

the beast that you know by ghoulstly: OFF, Batter/reader, smut oneshot

Rest for the Wicked by Korpuskat: Halloween, Michael Myers/reader, finished multichap, canon-typical violence (definitely the most dead dovey I’m willing to put on the list; even I stumbled out of it like Woah Okay)

Put a Pin in It by charCUTIErie: Hellraiser, Pinhead/oc, unfinished multichap, canon-typical violence & bdsm elements (also the most dead dovey I’m willing to share)

The Mountain by TheMusicalHermit: Overwatch, unfinished multichap, Jamison Fawkes/reader, canon-typical insanity

That’s all I can think of for now, I’m glad to finally have a comprehensive list for myself to reference haha!

Now on to books:

Again, not ordered by preference. There will be a mix of novels, graphic novels, anthologies, academic books, and plays, of all different genres.

Dune by Frank Herbert

Jane Eyre by Charlotte Brontë (wrote part of my senior thesis on this one lol)

The Hellbound Heart by Clive Barker

The Metamorphosis by Franz Kafka

Hellboy graphic novel series by Mike Mignola

The Shape of Water by Guillermo del Toro & Daniel Kraus

Hamlet by William Shakespeare

Idiot Verse poetry book by Keaton Henson

Women Writers in Renaissance England edited by Randall Martin

Fahrenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury

Norton Anthology of English Literature books C-F

Speak by Laurie Halse Anderson

Alien vs Predator: Ultimate Prey anthology (various authors)

To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee

The Low, Low Woods graphic novel by Carmen Maria Machado

Again, thank you SO MUCH for asking. This was lovely and wildly entertaining to put together ❤️ Inbox is always open if you’re looking for more recommendations!

#I’m SO HAPPY to finally have compiled a comprehensive list of my favs #I literally spent hours compiling this list #most of my favs are unfinished… can you see why I am the way that I am now #anon ask #fic

[eloquentmoon]

By The Light Of The Second Moon

A Darth Maul x F/AFAB!Reader Fanfiction

chapter eighteen: all that glitters

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CHAPTER SUMMARY: Your dazzling new life on Coruscant is not all that you dreamed it would be. RATING: Explicit. This work is strictly for those 18+ due to sexual content. MINORS, DO NOT INTERACT. CHAPTER WORD COUNT: 6.7k CONTENT/TRIGGER WARNINGS: Listed beneath the cut. CHAPTER SONGS: without you, ursine vulpine, annaca. love you more, llynks. A/N: Hello lovely readers. A friend's OC appears in this chapter - Risha was created by @elledjarin​. A big thank you to her for letting me write her character. Apologies for the absence, I needed a break. But now I'm back and ready to finally wrap up this story. Beware, this is an angsty one. Eternally grateful for your support, El ♡

CONTENT/TRIGGER WARNINGS: loneliness, confusion, betrayal, trauma response, panic attack, threat, violence, murder.

Chapter Eighteen All That Glitters

“Keep your head down,” instructs Maul rather sternly, draping you in one of his inky black robes. He slowly lifts the large hood to hide your face, his touch lingering, as though he is hesitant to hide you away. He then raises his hood, concealing his own distinctive features. He takes your small bag, filled with all your belongings in the galaxy, and grips your shaking fingers in his own. Without a further word, he gently helps you down the entry ramp and to the surface of the planet, and into the very heart of the Republic, the thriving hub of the Core worlds.

The next few hours swarm with urgent movement. Time streams past you like the leaves of the Great Wood in autumn winds. Maul was able to stealthily land the starship in a vast docking station, and the gleaming durasteel of its flooring looks as though it stretches on forever. Your legs quiver with each step you take, the metallic thud of your footsteps foreign to ears so used to soil. Your stomach turns with every industrial sound, with every droid that buzzes by, each bright artificial light hurting your eyes. The constant flurry of people makes your strained vision swim with vertigo. All different kinds of people you have never seen before, so many people. You and Maul move swiftly, hand in hand, going up and down platforms, in and out of carriages that shoot you through the vast city. This vibrant forever city. It never seems to end.

Maul takes complete control, so knowing and determined, his eyes fixed forward beneath his hood, silent. Every so often he places his palm on your lower back, as if to check that you're still standing. His competence is an anchor to the commotion of the newness around you, a comfort to your complete ignorance and lack of understanding. You don’t have much choice other than to trust that he knows what is best for you. Your anxiety builds with every step, his words from the starship ringing in your ears. You look up to try and distract yourself, watch for the clouds or the stars or the moons - but all you can see are buildings. You can no longer even see the sky, now you are so deeply entrenched in this city-planet.

As you whizz through this strange and unfamiliar metropolis, you find yourself circling back to the same fixation to cope with the chaos of this new place. Your fear is held back in your own strange, disconnected way. You focus on a silent quest that you have never had the opportunity to embark on before. You realise that you are looking at each person you pass in their face, scouring their features for something, some kind of recognition. After what feels like an hour you make sense of what you are doing: that you are seeking the features of her. Your Mother. You see her in each of the hundreds of skin tones, each new race, each gender and style of person. You see her in the odd buskers that play strange instruments on the streets, you see her in the women that huddle together and squeak at one another in excitement. You see her in the parents that coddle their children, in the street vendors and market stall owners, the pompous folk strutting around in flowing robes as though they are floating. But you mainly see her in the faces of those who suffer. You see her in the bodies that litter the ground, without an aim or a home. You see her in the drunken souls that shout and holler through the crowds, the crying children and angry men. You see her in those that wander the streets in obvious involuntary solitude. You surprise yourself, because though it is spiteful, you catch yourself hoping that you will see her in a state similar to those that have clearly been broken by the unkindness of living. You want to see her intoxicated, destitute and alone. Because one question spins through your mind as Maul leads you through the biggest city in the universe, as resentment and fury burns inside your guts.

How could she leave you?

You wonder if she would recognise you, if she saw you now. If she’d cry in relief, disbelief or amazement. If she’d shrivel up in shame. What if she has a whole new family? That last thought forms a lump in your throat, and suddenly you want her to feel pain, feel your pain: the pain that she caused by leaving you. Any understanding or empathy you held for her now dissipates in the hot, polluted air. You are shaking now, not with trepidation, but with rage. Your temper blossoms wildly, replacing all of your apprehension and excitement. Your eyes sting with the threat of unshed, wrathful tears. Maul does not react, though you know he must be sensing your discontent. He pulls you along, holds your hand a little tighter, and you continue your silent search for your mother in the faces of strangers.

The more time that passes, the more people, speeders, noises, smells and sights you encounter. The more unique faces that you interrogate with scowling eyes. Until soon, Maul stops, and sits you down gently on a bench in what appears to be a small food district, placing your belongings at your side. You keep your eyes tracked on him, wide, disbelieving. Your own rage is set aside as you notice that Maul seems agitated, as though he is on edge and raring to separate himself from you. Your stomach drops, fury transforming into dread, as you are suddenly and vibrantly aware of his wishes, of how naive you have been. His true nature dawns on you once again, his priorities, his life’s purpose. The conversation you had with him in the starship comes back to you once more, and you wonder what tiny sliver of significance you even are to him? What space, if any, do you take up in his cold, brutal hearts?

“Stay here. Do not talk to anybody. I have somewhere I need to be.” You blink at him, unable to compute his callousness. “I will return in good time.”

Is he serious? But before you can object, he swiftly steps backwards, is lost to the heaving crowds, and is gone. And though you are sitting in the heart of the most densely populated location in existence, you have never felt so terribly, unfathomably alone.

-

At first you are unsure what to do with yourself, and sit on your bench with a straight back, nervous and intimidated by all the people around you, hyper aware of their proximity. You watch them all, still unable to prevent yourself from looking for your Mother. All these people. People who so easily ignore you, walking by as though you are not even sitting there.

It isn’t long until you notice your stomach rumbling. To distract yourself from the shock of being dumped in some strange place by Maul to fend for yourself, you eye up the range of strange alien cuisines, wondering what each would taste like. Your gaze settles on a four armed man who is tossing up something into the air...odd looking pieces of…bread?

“I wouldn’t…if I were you,” comes a soft voice to your left.

The voice is shy, even sweet. But it still makes you jump. “E-Excuse me?”

“That particular dish does not suit human appetites.”

You turn towards the sound of the voice and see the speaker. She is a woman of a species you have never encountered before. She is rather tall, and has skin of the brightest and most compelling blue. Her skin is like the sky on the Planet in midsummer, and the markings on her face are as white as the clouds. Instead of hair atop her head there are two large horn-shaped growths that reach upwards in the direction of the planet’s surface, and beneath them, framing her face are three long appendages; one hanging behind her at her back, and two in front of each shoulder. You recognise that they are similar to the lekku of the Twi'leks, and you wonder where she comes from. She has thick white stripes across the blue of them, and once again you are reminded of cloud-touched skies. The woman slips onto the bench beside you, and you hear the delicate tinkle of her silver jewellery that adorns her head, face, wrists.

“You’re new here,” she says as a matter of fact.

“Oh,” you reply. “Is it so obvious?”

“Kind of,” she pauses, a little hesitant, and then leans closer. “I like your accent. I don’t think I have heard anything quite like that before. Can I ask where you are from?”

Accent? It never dawned on you that you’d have one. “Very far away,” you reply awkwardly. After a pause you realise that the stranger would probably appreciate a better answer. “Well, I …I think the planet is known as Sushariel.”

“The outer rim?” she asks curiously.

“Yes.”

“Ah,” she says, and purses her lips slightly. You recognise in her expression a stunted curiosity. You can see her refraining from asking more of you about where you came from, what world you left behind. It is then that you can see yourself in her, that glint of excitement when meeting somebody new, from so many stars away. What stories and experiences come with such a soul?

“Is it your first time on Coruscant?” she enquiries politely.

“Yes, it is.”

“I know how daunting and exciting that can be. I moved here from my home planet not long ago. Coruscant is a magnificent place, but a little overwhelming at first.”

You nod in agreement, reminding yourself to take a deep breath. You inhale the sweet and spicy scents of a multitude of foods being bought and sold around you. The odd aromas alongside the tall woman’s voice begin to ground you slightly. However, you are still wrecked with such an engulfing sense of isolation and anxiety that you are unable to respond, but: you have stopped instinctively looking for your Mother. A wave of relief settles across your shoulders.

“Oh!” she exclaims. “I’m so sorry, I haven’t introduced myself. My name is Risha.” Risha flashes you a warm smile, and you feel your eyes prickle with tears at her sincerity and kindness. You tell her your name in return, and find yourself thanking the stars that such a gracious woman found her way to your side at your time of such fervent loneliness and upheaval.

"What kind of food do you like?”

“Well...we eat a lot of fruit where I come from.”

Risha points at a small stall to the north side of the food court in response, where a small elderly Duros woman hunches over a stall of what appears to be fruits of varying shapes and sizes. “Try anything from Old Dira over there. She has the sweetest produce in this quadrant.” She flashes you a smirk. “Those shiny little green berries are my favourite.”

“Thank you, so much,” you manage to say. “I would have no idea where to begin.”

A beeping noise begins to flare from a pocket at her waist. “Stars,” Risha mutters, silencing a strange looking device. “I have to go, I’m going to be late for class.” She stands up, straightening a pretty sash at her hips, that hangs down her legs, over her long, flowing skirt. Her clothing is light and breezy, and reminds you of those that you once owned in girlhood. Her sparkling jewellery twinkles under the glare of the bright lights, and you are struck by how pretty she is. Your hands start to twitch, gravitating to your sketching tools in your bag. How badly you would like to draw this warm, thoughtful stranger. Then she asks, “where are you staying?”

You do not know what to say in response. Where are you staying? Where are you going to go? What if Maul doesn’t come back?

“I haven’t quite figured it out yet,” you try to sound casual instead of panicked. “There were complications. I have a…a… friend who is figuring it out now.”

“That’s okay! These things happen.” Risha smiles in understanding, though she seems hesitant to leave you by yourself. “I study at the University, and I am often on shift in the library. Visit me? I’d love to hear about your home planet.”

You nod enthusiastically. “Absolutely. It has been so nice to meet you, Risha. Thanks for your advice.”

She bows her head and walks away, and you watch her meander through the crowd, a tall blue beacon of grace and compassion. You suddenly feel less broken after your encounter with her. Your belief in the kindness of strangers flares back to life, and you smile widely looking toward the fruit stall Risha recommended. Maul’s betrayal and rather stark apathy still stings, of course, but the coursing joy of hope roars in your veins. You are in a glittering, bright new world.

You are about to head over to buy some berries, but soon remember that you have no money to make a purchase. Your face licks with heat, embarrassment at your own stupidity and ignorance. How are you going to do anything without money? How are you going to do anything without Maul? The thought makes your insides lurch slightly, trepidation and dread twisting your stomach. You look down at your feet, awash with a sense of foreboding, but then you notice a little glint in your peripheral vision. On the bench at your side are a few strange pieces of rectangular durasteel. Republic credits, “accidentally” left behind, courtesy of your new friend Risha.

Moons bless you, Risha.

You vow to visit the library, to pay her back her kindness as soon as you can.

-

You nibble on the strange little berries you bought from Old Dira. They are good, sweeter than any fruit on your home planet, and the tiny bursts of fructose slightly soothe your bleating worries. With no sign of Maul, you find yourself growing restless and decide to go for a walk, to stretch your legs and see what the city has to offer. If you're lucky, even clear your mind a little. You conversed with the elderly lady as you made your purchase, asking if there was anything to see nearby. She did not speak much, but pointed upwards with her long pale green fingers, indicating that you should head up as high as you can. So now you wander, berries in hand, bag on your shoulder. Exploring, using what is left of your credits to pay for fast transport upwards.

You eventually arrive on a large platform, high enough on the surface that you are looking out upon the city. Speeders and taxis zip across the sky in orderly yet swiftly moving queues of traffic. The lights from the buildings are endless, there are an infinite amount of them, each one filled with souls from all walks of life. It is still so incomprehensible how many people there are here.

And your Mother may be one of them.

You breathe away the thought, relinquishing her hold on you, if only for the moment, to look up at the sky. It is so hazy, strangely muted and blurred, so unlike the clarity of the skies of your home planet. You are unaware of the time, but assume it is the early evening by the dusky birch colour of the sky.

You walk the length of the platform, passing the multitudes of strangers. Watching them. Couples stroll arm in arm, workers jest with one another, lone joggers exercise. You lean against the railings, surveying the forever city, totally unsure of what to do next. When should you return to the spot Maul left you? Has he truly left you? Does he have any intention of returning? What does he expect of you? Should you even go back? You imagine disappearing into the city, hiding behind the many people here, responding to his apathy by abandoning him in return out of sheer spite. Never to see him again. You resent how much heartache the idea induces, how the possibility of living without him is entirely shattering. How likely that possibility is...

Your melancholy is broken by the cheers and laughter of a group of young adults walking in your direction. They look like party goers by their attire, and they holler together like a strange, joyful choir. Colourful limbs wrap around each other, their voices whooping and singing. Rich in hope, melodic. You ponder the occasion, envy the comfort of a large group of friends, of being so known. How does it feel to be a part of such mirthful exultation?  

A pretty Mirialan woman in the group giggles and releases a burst of sparkling lights from a small device. They whizz and pop around them, bright colours flashing, zipping, illuminating the warm industrial air. A flash of vivid green flares across your vision and gives you pause, and when a red light bursts forth from the group, you see it cut through a young teenage boy draped in sacred robes, his boyish features twisted with the agony of failure. You try to shake yourself out of it, but there he is: young Farley, stabbed in front of your eyes once more. The lights are there, the rain is on your skin, you fly backwards and then: the water in your lungs, wringing you of air. The currents lap at your legs, pulling you down to the depths. Your skin prickles, your insides are sick with nausea, and it is as though the hazy sky has wrapped itself around you, inside and out. It suffocates you. You are drowning again, and this time Maul has left you to your fate at the bottom of the river, completely alone.

“Miss? Are you alright?” You hear a modulated voice that seemingly comes from a large man of another species that you do not recognise. The group with the lights have long since passed you, and yet you cannot get your breath back. Your vision blurs, and you sway on your feet. You sense the voices of other people approaching, the cool durasteel of the platform floor on your palms. The air ripped from your lungs as gravity pulls you to the cold ground.

But then a pair of smooth hands helping you to your feet. “Do not crowd her, give her space, please.”

“I’m okay,” you try to mutter, the colours of the lights having thrown you into what feels like total oblivion. Is this how you die? After all that has happened?

“Breathe,” someone tells you. You can’t make sense of the voice that comforts you, but you do see a Twi’lek man at your side. He walks you to a bench, settling beside you. “You look unwell. Can I contact anyone for you?”

“No, no…” you try to stand but the watery sky clenches at your lungs and you wobble. The crowd has dispersed.

“Take your time.”

You are moved by such kindness, such care from this man who owes you nothing. And yet, there is total apathy from the man you believed held feelings for you. How can strangers care more for your well being than the man you have bared your body and soul to? The man who's love you can still feel the ache of between your thighs?

As if manifesting him with your thoughts, you suddenly feel his eyes, heavy on your back. The man at your side seems totally unaware of Maul’s presence. It is then that you notice the innocent touch of the Twi’lek man’s hand on your arm, and you feel a strange sense of dread. What were you thinking, dragging generous strangers into your life, when it is so inexplicably connected to such violence? When Maul is the way that he is?

“She is with me,” Maul says calmly.

The Twi’lek man stands, relief drenching his words. “She seemed to suffer a -”

Maul pushes past him, ignoring him, bringing you to your feet. You lean against him, body leached of all energy, unable to resist putting your weight on him. To lean and depend on him. He pulls you into an embrace and you inhale his scent, the comforting aroma settling your panic. Oh how he soothes me, you are unable to prevent yourself from thinking, even though he is the cause of my discontent.

“T-thank you,” you try to say to the stranger, to assuage his concern. “I’m ok now, this man he…he is my…my friend.”

Your voice breaks on the word. Is he even your friend? Is he still your lover? Do friends or lovers abandon you when you need them most?

“Have a good evening, miss,” says the stranger, but you notice a layer of suspicion in his voice. “Feel better soon.” It is then that you feel an odd sense of calm, and the comfort of it is like a strange omen. A silence before a storm. You try to utter something, anything to the stranger, to reassure him of your safety. But all you can manage is the name of your maybe lover-friend.

“Maul…”

Do not follow us, kind stranger, you implore him in your mind as your lips cannot form the words. Please.

But as you walk into the darkness of an alleyway, you hear the unmistakable patter of footsteps behind you. Dread coils in your abdomen.

“Maul. Maul…”

You feel him freeze against you, his body twisting toward the sound of the worried stranger.

“Don’t,” your voice pleads in a pathetic whimper.

The weight of his strong warmth against you slackens. You crumple to the ground, cover your eyes and head with your arms. You cry, all you can do is cry. You cannot fathom that this is happening, but you know Maul well enough to be fully aware that it is. There is no mercy within him. No mercy. You consider your own life, how he holds it so precariously in his gloved hands. Is this all just a game to him? How is the soul and life of a person a mere irritant to him, easily snuffed out without a drop of regret? And how is that not what frightens you most about him?

You hear a scuffling sound and a gasp of surprise. Then a slight growl, a thud, a body falling to the ground. The sound of footsteps, kindness and concern, being silenced.

No, no, no.

You know what he is capable of. What has he done? Oh, that violent language of his. How its poison spills from his lips in decadent fragments, sharp words of heartbreak driven directly into the depths of your soul. How his fury is ripped from his fists in fatal blasts of merciless terror to all in his way; all who are not you.

-

“What did you do?” you ask in utter disbelief as Maul drags you through a sliding door into a small, sterile looking apartment by your upper arm. You almost trip over yourself with the momentum in which he pulls you inside. “He was helping me…” “Sit down,” he instructs clearly through gritted teeth as he lets you go. You struggle to find your balance for a moment without his support, your extremities are all numb, your chest tight and your middle heavy. Your mind vibrates from the aftershock of the lights, the panic and resurgence of the feeling of the Great River’s currents. The murder of another in the space of a few days. Your trembling hand covers your mouth feebly. You ignore his instruction to sit and begin to pace around the room in silence instead, unable to stay still or form any words for a moment. Maul stands as rigid as a stone statue, his glowing eyes cold and fixed on you as you wander aimlessly around the room. He glowers at you quietly until you realise that he is waiting for you to heed to his request, to sit down, before he will allow the conversation to continue. And so you bring yourself to do so, falling into that comfortable dynamic of obeying what he says, slipping into your usual compliance. It makes you angry though, how easy it is, how good it feels to give in and submit to his every whim even though it goes against what you really want. What about your own freedom? When you are perched at the edge of the couch you look up at him with total incomprehension. The silence is heavy as you compose yourself, and when you are able to eventually find your voice, you ask him, “Maul, what did you do? Why, I -” you suddenly lose the ability to speak again as the memory of such abrupt and fatal violence ripples through you. He ignores your question. You look around yourself and ask instead, “...where are we?” “I explicitly instructed you to stay where you were. What was so difficult for you to understand about that?” he scolds.

“I did stay there, but you were gone for hours!” You watch him sigh in frustration at your response, and your eyes once again begin to prickle with the threat of tears at his hostility. But you blink them back and refuse to let them fall.

He is the one being unfair. He is the one who left you alone and vulnerable to your own devices. He is the villain who just murdered a man for no reason.

In response to your thoughts he scowls. “You, my lady, know nothing of what you are dealing with.” “What has happened to you?” the desperation in your voice shocks you. “Why are you being so aggressive with me? What has changed? What did I…what did I do?” You are unable to help the break in your voice. He ignores you and continues to seethe in silence.

“You have to do as I say, particularly when I am not with you. You should have stayed where I left you.”

"Stars above, Maul, why?”

“Why?” He repeats cruelly. “Is your naivety so blatant that you are unable to realise you could have been taken advantage of?”

“You left me alone!”

“Anything could have happened.”

“But it didn’t. ”

He exhales with impatience, his eyes glaring into you, his chest heaving up and down.

“That man you killed was helping me.”

“Helping with what? What could you possibly need aid with?”

“I saw the lights of those people and I…I was…” The feeling of tightness in your chest returns, and you cannot finish your sentence.

A derisive scoff from Maul, who still stands in front of you. “Oh, how weak you are.”

You feel hot tears streaming down your cheeks, unable to prevent them from falling any longer. “Why did you kill him?” you ask meekly.

“I kill anyone in my way.” A pause. “Anyone.”

Anyone. The word sits between you, his gaze imploring you to understand what he is saying, as though a confession is hidden beneath the word. Did he…? You stop yourself from investigating that thought any further. You are unable to cope with such a revelation. Not now, no. His eyes soften, ever so slightly. “You have to obey me.”

“You freed me just to imprison me again," you say in realisation, your voice growing louder in your anger, your sadness and grief melting into rage. "You really expect me to just stay here, stay wherever it pleases you to place me, doing nothing? Living to wait for you? Waiting for you to show up like I am - "

“This is not about you,” he also raises his voice, his patience now exhausted.

“Then what is it about? You?”

He stares daggers into you as though it is obvious, and what fury you have inside you builds and combusts. The anger of being abandoned by your Mother, neglected by your Father, tossed aside without a second thought by this glorious, insufferable man. Anger at yourself for being so enamoured of him.

“You are so arrogant and self-absorbed. Is that part of your precious lifestyle? Whatever nonsensical and ruinous path you have dragged me into? The Sith?”

He lunges forward so fast that it makes you flinch as he covers your mouth with a gloved palm. “Never say that again. Never.” He uses a tone you haven't ever heard from him before, as that booming, threatening power is awakened from deep within him. It stirs. You stare at him with wide, shocked eyes and he kneels in front of you, holding your face intimately, delicately. Even in his rage and with his threats, he is gentle. It hurts your heart. Maul quickly relinquishes you, and you whimper.

You stand up, shocked. And then you are painfully conscious of his motivations. You gasp a composing breath before levelling your gaze at him in realisation.“You are trying to frighten me, aren’t you?”

He does not respond, only raking his severe eyes across the length of your body, up and down. How are these the same eyes as the ones that witness you take him so reverently?

“It won’t work, Maul. You don’t scare me anymore.” And you mean it. You feel no fear. “I am not frightened. You won’t hurt me.”

He tilts his head slightly, as if debating whether or not to take that as a challenge. You refuse to acknowledge the whirling of disquiet in your stomach, and you push through, brave and steadfast. Having faith in your knowing of him.

“I think that you have grown to resent me,” you admit quietly. “I am a burden to you, now that we are no longer removed from the rest of the galaxy.”

“You know nothing,” he spits furiously.

“You resent me," you take a deep breath, gathering your courage to say what you have foolishly, finally understood. "You call me weak, but Maul, you resent me because it is I that makes you weak.”

He replies with utter vehemence. "How dare you imply such a thing?"

“You do resent me," you confirm. “What are you so afraid of? Where have you been?”

He pauses, and his tone entirely transforms. "Anyone who knows my path, who has bore witness to my power, I have not suffered to live. With one exception. You.”

You freeze in utter disbelief. Is he implying -

“You…” he stalks forward, like the predator he was when you first met in the woods, “...are a liability.”

You move away from the couch and backwards, putting your hands behind you, as they are beginning to shake. He follows you. You laugh slightly, a deranged chuckle tinted with disbelief. “Are you threatening to kill me?"

His face is hard, his eyes two beacons of hatred, pain and regret. Oh, Moons. Have you really been so blind?

"After everything?” Where has the benevolent stranger gone? The man with the delicate touch, the hesitant polite kindness? How is this the same lover who kissed you so softly that you thought you had fallen into a dream?

“You lied to me," you say, understanding. “You’re not mine, Maul. I am yours, I am irrevocably yours. But you're not mine. You never were, and you never, ever will be. I am not a priority to you, I will always be an afterthought and there will always be th - ”

“I never said it would be any other way. I never gave you anything and I never said I would.” He is closer to you, your back against the wall now. Cornered. His face is close to yours, his strong arms either side of you.

“Yes, well…maybe it's for the best,” you bite back, hissing each word with contempt, glaring into his eyes. “Maybe I wouldn't want it anyway, whatever you could give me. Because you are cruel, and you are broken, and all you do is spread your misery and your defectiveness. You break people and in doing so you hurt me. Again and again and again.” He does not outwardly react, though you notice the muscle in his jaw flexing in anger.

“Do you know what you have done to me?” he asks in such earnest, in a cool, disconnected tone that turns your bones to dust.

“Speak it,” you demand bitterly. “Why don’t you finally tell me the truth? Confess to me how much I have wronged you, Maul. How cruel it was of me to awaken something so wonderful in you, how utterly terrible of me it was to force you to confront that you lack the strength to handle your own dissent. That you are too feeble and damaged to embrace your own happiness.”

His eyes darken. “I do resent you. I resent your ignorance, your fragility, your beauty, your softness. I resent it all.”

“Finally,” you smile and shake your head, more tears welling in your eyes. “I knew it.”

“I resent you because you stand between me and what I am. My purpose.”

“You are so ridiculous,” you mutter in response.

“Nothing stands in my way. No one.”

“You are ridiculous,” you repeat.

“And you are an aggravating and infuriating nobody. Your company and comfort I should never have entertained. I regret it. I regret it all. I should have killed you when I first saw you. I should have let you die, I should have let you drown.”

“Then why didn’t you?”

“I almost did."

Your eyes are as wide as they have ever been. He steps back, looking you up and down in disgust.

“What are you talking about?” you demand.

"When you went into the water.”

You stare at him, confusion melding your features into a pitiful expression as he chuckles cruelly.

“Oh, I hesitated, dear stupid girl. I refused to let the Jedi leave, and when I was fighting her, she begged me to save you. But all I wanted was her blood. I made a choice to kill her, and in doing so let you die. Because that is what matters. Their blood. That is all that matters, all that will ever matter: that the Jedi are destroyed.”

He doesn't tell you the rest of what happened that night, of his regret in that choice. He speaks not of the vow he made when you took that breath of life he begged for, the relief that surged through him when he felt your lonesome heart beat again. No. He only speaks of sorrow.

His harsh words dip into that deep emotional wound he inflicted upon you when you first spoke with him, the lesion of insecurity and worthlessness that lies rotting deep inside of you. The betrayal licks at the horrific emptiness beneath and gnaws at the injury.

And then he speaks again, the most devastating words, words that crush your spirit into nothing.

“You will never matter. You didn't matter then and you do not matter now."

You stand there in silence, disbelief thrumming in your veins. This whole time you believed that he saved you because he...you thought you did matter. To him. And you justified leaving and trusting him because he came to your aid, but this whole time, you really truly were an afterthought?

“Then why am I alive?” your lips move of their own volition.

He shrugs, his continued apathy more and more tormenting with every breath he takes. “By the will of the Force. I thought you dead when I pulled you from the river.”

The tension in the room peaks as you speak that obvious, fatal truth. “You still pulled me from the river, Maul.”

"Indeed." A moment of silence, and then he continues, quieter, "I should murder you where you stand. Rid myself of your foolishness once and for all."

“Then why don’t you?” you sneer in response, any sense of self preservation fizzling away with your composure, your heartbreak feels as though it is ripping you in half. "Why don't you just kill me? End your torment, Maul. End my life!"

He stews in his silence for a moment, and you flicker your eyes down to his hands, which linger on the hilt of the lightsaber at his belt. And yet…no fear strikes you. It's all you have felt for so long. The fear of the pirates that stole your Mother away in your nightmares, the fear of being caught disobeying your Father, the fear of being lost to the depths of the river. But now, there is nothing.

You do not believe he would really do it.

“I am not the foolish one here,” you say, your eyes locked on his hand, your sight fixed on how he unhooks the saber and takes it in his grip, how he slowly saunters closer to you whilst brandishing the long, cylindrical hilt of his weapon. And yet, as you speak, as you allow your truth to pour from your lips: you do not once stutter with your words.

There is no fear.

“It's you, you are foolish. I forgive you, again and again for your violence and I live with the horror of your abhorrent actions of what you have done to the Jedi, to that child, to my fa - ” You stop abruptly, unable to fully voice your suspicions, his confession: to confront him about that. Not now.

“I abandon my home, all that I know, I give you all that I am, all that I have, and then I must watch you waste it. You squander it all, sabotaging any sliver of goodness that comes your way.”

He’s as close to you now as he can be. The end of the weapon is now against your chest, his eyes boring into yours.

“You could still just have this,” you whisper, your agony rich in every word. “Have me, have us. You could give up all of the pain Maul. You are so strong,” you begin to cry again, wishing you could kiss him, comfort him, hide in his arms forever. “You have such potential: and not only in your violence.” His expression softens for the slightest moment as he registers what you say. “It doesn't have to be this way, you could just stop -”

“It is really that simple for you isn't it?” He asks, his words thick with an emotion you have never once heard before in his voice. “Just stop? Forsake my destiny, my greatness? All I have trained for, bled for, all that I am?" He shakes his head. "Only to exist in banal misery alongside someone as ignorant and worthless as you?”

You gasp in agony as his words strike you deep, and your chest hurts so much that for a moment, you are sure he has ignited the weapon and cleaved your heart in two. But when you look down, there is no crimson glow, no laser splitting you apart.

“You know nothing,” he continues. “You are hollow and stupid. I cannot stand to even look at you.” He does not, however, take his eyes away from your face.

“And yet, I love you,” you lament, your streaming gaze fixed on his beautiful, cruel face. Before you can stop yourself, the truth of your feelings for him roars from your broken heart like a waterfall, crashing into the depths of his apathy.

“You are probably already aware of it. Sometimes it's as though you know my mind better than I do, you can and do take whatever you want from my head, from me. But in my own words I want to tell you before I cannot. Before it all ends. That even if you do resent me and cannot stand to look at me any longer, even though you spew the most vile of words at me…even though you are breaking my heart, wish me dead and want nothing more than to strike me down yourself - I have never, ever loved anyone before. And I love you, Maul."

“Inconsequential," he whispers immediately, pity rippling through the word. His eyes scream in glowing amber despair, his beautiful irises speaking a thousand words he will never be able to speak. “I will always resent you.”

When you reply, your voice is quiet, broken. “But why?”

He moves quickly then, kissing you hard. You whimper into the rough movement of his familiar lips, indulging in the unique spice of his midnight scent. You grip on to him, kissing him back, tasting the sweetness of his tongue and the salty truth of your own tears. How can he utter such sharp words and still kiss you so passionately with the very same mouth? He caresses a gentle palm down the side of your face, and then he pulls back from your lips to speak quietly into your ear. He whispers your name with longing, his body shaking, and his next words are tinted with regret and dismay.

“Because no matter how much I need to or want to,” he admits with the faintest quiver wracking his gut-wrenching words. “I cannot kill you.” He growls it with an aching breath, then strides from the room without looking back.

You sink down the wall, collapsing to the floor with a sob, devastated and torn apart. All alone, in a strange room, on an even stranger world, without even the solace of the second moon for comfort. You spend the remainder of the night longing only for the winds and the rain, for the earthy smell of the Great Wood, for the calming glow of the Moons of home. What a worthless, silly little girl you are, leaving with him. The regret and self loathing feels so terrible that part of you despises Maul for his weakness; for how dare he not ignite his saber, how dare he not sever your shared torture by ending your life? The beat of your heart thumps with vivid memories of each betrayal of your short existence, and you ask aloud: how could she, how could he, how could you? But your heart keeps beating, no questions are answered, and your despair reaches long into the dawn.

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Limerence - Obi Wan X Reader

18+ | f!reader x Obi Wan | eventual smut | minors dni | 1k words

Hello my loves! Here is chapter two of the master x master fic I'm working on. I was considering making it longer but I was so excited I just had to get this part out asap! Future chapters will definitely be longer. Enjoy!! Chapter one is linked directly below vvv

BTW we are now in *this* era of Master Kenobi !!!!

CHAPTER 2

It had been four months since that night on the balcony and plenty had happened since then. You had decided to take time to carry out missions on your own and simultaneously work toward becoming a Jedi Consular. In the past few months you’d stayed within the inner rim, often visiting the neighboring planets as a Jedi Ambassador to assist in resolving conflict. Your powerful connection to the force makes you an asset to the high council. Master Yoda had begun to take you under his wing and further teach you about connecting to the force and manipulating it. For days at a time, you would meditate morning and night, working on gathering up enough self-discipline to meditate for hours at a time. A portion of the knowledge one could happen upon through meditation was based on feelings. The great masters even spoke of being able to hear the voices of fallen Jedi as clear as day. Then, one afternoon you felt it, a disturbance in the force. You felt something dark. It felt as if something truly evil was standing directly behind you and though everything inside of you screamed at you to open your eyes, you stayed still. You couldn’t gauge where the presence was coming from. It didn’t feel as though it was within the temple, but it was certainly close by. The feeling continued to intensify and then you heard it, screams. It wasn’t just one voice, you heard millions cry out in agony. The noise rang in your ears and you couldn’t take it anymore, you opened your eyes with a gasp. Of course, you were alone in the room, the blinds were drawn and it was dead silent. You had to see Master Yoda. You hurried through the temple, your mind racing a million miles a minute. When you finally reached the room where Master Yoda typically spent his time you rushed through the threshold.

“Master Yoda,” you blurted out, sounding a bit out of breath.

Before you could say anything else your brain finally comprehended what was going on inside the small room. Sitting across from Yoda was Obi Wan, who had apparently returned from his mission. Yoda seemed relatively unphased by your crusade but Obi Wan was staring up at you as if you were the last person he’d expected to be entering into the room in such a hurry. 

“Obi Wan,” you stopped in your tracks, looking the young man up and down.

“Y/n,” he replied, just as surprised as you.

“Forgive me,” you apologized, “I should’ve knocked.”

“Worry not, young Y/n,” Yoda smiled, his unwavering patience always seemed to baffle you, “Tell us, what is so important?”

“No, it’s alright I can come back,” you took a step backwards toward the door.

“Please, sit,” Yoda ignored you, “Catching up, we were.”

“Are you sure?” 

You looked at Obi Wan who had seemingly found his composure and he nodded. You hesitantly took a seat on one of the cushions beside the two masters.

“Something important to tell us, have you?” Yoda asked, his hands clasped in his lap.

You eyed Obi Wan once more before giving in, “I sense something, a disturbance in the force.”

Yoda furrowed his brows.

“It felt as if something dark and powerful was nearby. It was so unbelievably heavy, I could hardly breathe,” you told the pair earnestly, “I fear the Sith we’ve been searching for is closer than we thought.”

“Felt this same power I have,” Yoda nodded and turned to Obi Wan, “What say you, Master Kenobi?”

“I’ve felt it too, ever since Darth Maul revealed himself,” Obi Wan replied, “Perhaps someone within our ranks?”

“No,” you shook your head, “I haven’t sensed anything unusual within the temple.”

“Nor have I,” Yoda agreed, “Meditate, we must, for the fight against the dark side has only just begun.”

You looked up at Obi Wan, concern written on both of your faces.

You left Yoda alone in the room, with Obi Wan following close behind. Your conversation had left you with more questions than answers, and you couldn’t tear your mind away from the whole ordeal. It wasn’t until you felt Obi Wan’s hand on your shoulder that you realized he had said something. You turned to look at him with wide eyes.

“Y/n,” Obi Wan said softly, “Are you alright?”

“I think so,” you nodded, “Hi by the way.”

A smile crossed Obi Wan's face, “Hi.”

“How was your mission?” You asked, starting to walk again, this time, with Obi Wan at your side.

“Good. It ran long but it was good,” Obi Wan ran a hand through his hair, “Anakin seems to be learning fast.”

His hair was almost past that awkward stage where it grows straight out, and sat somewhat messily atop his head. He looked less tired than before, but still exhausted.

“Master Yoda tells me you’re leaning towards being a Consular,” Obi Wan continues.

“I am,” you smile, “I at least need to practice patience before I try and take on a padawan.”

Obi Wan laughed, “Right.”

“How Master Qui Gon managed to tame you is beyond me,” you tease, letting yourself enjoy the warm energy between the two of you.

“Believe me, I’m just as surprised as you are,” Obi Wan chuckled, “I’m certainly getting my karma with Anakin.”

“Oh but he absolutely adores you,” you remind him.

“Maybe, but once he sets his sights on something, trying to get him to switch paths is nearly impossible. The boy’s as stubborn as a boulder,” Obi Wan watches as you let out a laugh.

As you round the corner you find yourselves face to face with Master Windu. The tall man looks only mildly surprised as he registers your faces.

“Ah, Master Kenobi,” Master Windu starts, “May I have a word?”

“Of course,” Obi Wan replies with a gentle smile.

“Follow me,” Master Windu motions for him to follow.

Obi Wan gives you one last look before following the older man in the direction you’d come from. As you turned to leave, you couldn’t help the grin on your face.

Hours had passed yet the screams stayed fresh in your mind. The sounds and feelings that had plagued you while meditating replayed in your head over and over. It all felt wrong. You had returned to that same room and began to meditate once more. You opened yourself up to the force, reaching out to any and all information hoping the situation would become more clear. You sat and listened for longer than usual, just waiting to catch the slightest tremor in the force with no avail. You were growing frustrated, feeling somehow punished for demanding clarity. The force does not exist solely for the Jedi, the force is everywhere. It’s unpredictable, it’s the only true balance in the galaxy. As you calmed yourself and steadied your breathing, you decided it was time to forget about it for the evening. 

You hadn’t planned on going anywhere in particular when you’d left the meditation room, but subconsciously you’d lead yourself straight to the door of Obi Wan’s dorm. You hesitated for only a moment before knocking gently on the door. After a few moments the door slid open to reveal Obi Wan. His hair was messy and for once he was wearing a regular shirt. 

“Hey,” you smile, “Are you busy?”

“No,” he shook his head and stepped aside, “Come in.”

You stepped into the room to see Anakin asleep on the very edge of the bed. You couldn’t help but smile at the sight. Obi Wan walked ahead of you and motioned toward the door to the balcony. You followed him out into the night air and leaned up against the railing. Obi Wan mirrored your action and you smiled to yourself as you realized you’d managed to find yourselves in almost the exact same situation as you had all those months ago. Your shoulder brushed up against his as you enjoyed being in each other's presence. You had nothing to say to him, but it didn’t bother you. Being around Obi Wan calmed you like no other, and to simply stand beside him under the night sky was enough. Obi Wan sensed it too, you didn’t need him to say anything, you just wanted to be near him. You couldn’t help yourself as you rested your head on his shoulder. What you hadn’t expected was for him to lean further into you, welcoming your show of affection. You let out a sigh of contentment, wanting to stay like that forever. Your feelings for Obi Wan were complicated and taboo. You knew no matter how deeply you cared for him, you could never be anything more than friends. There were moments where you wished you could just reach out and hold him. You wished you didn’t feel for him in the way that you did but you can’t help it. Growing up together, you knew him as well as anyone could. You had tried to ignore all of the flirting and lingering glances. Back then it was merely intrigue. You had felt so plain and wondered why someone so beautiful inside and out would pay attention to you. It wasn’t until you’d gotten older, right when he started to become more responsible and mature, that you truly developed feelings for him. But you’d never act on them. Being around him was enough. Getting to call him your friend was enough. You remember him knocking on your door with tears in his eyes when Qui Gon had passed. He’d sat on your bed across from you fighting the pain he felt. You’d wiped away his tears and comforted him. He knew you cared for him, he was comfortable enough around you to express such a private emotion. Even if attachment weren’t forbidden, you don’t think he would ever reciprocate your feelings. It was better to keep it under wraps, to avoid letting any of it show through the cracks. But tonight, standing beside him with your head on his shoulder, you wondered if maybe, just maybe, he felt the same. You felt his stare and lifted your head from his shoulder. He was looking at you earnestly, taking in your beauty beneath the soft moonlight. If you hadn’t known better, you could’ve sworn he was staring at your lips. And then he began to lean in. Your heart was no longer just fluttering, it was pounding as his lips came closer. Slowly, you mirrored his action. Your lips were mere centimeters apart, you could feel his breath on your face. His eyelids were heavy, beginning to shut but before you could close the distance between you, you heard light footsteps coming up behind you.

“Master Obi Wan?” Anakin’s tired voice pulled you from your thoughts.

“You had another bad dream?” Obi Wan asked softly.

The boy nodded and rubbed the sleep from his eyes.

“I should go,” you told Obi Wan.

He nodded and the two of you followed Anakin inside. You idled for a moment, watching as Obi Wan crouched down in front of Anakin and comforted him before exiting the dorm. 

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Kinktober Day 7

Kinktober Day 7: Masochism with Darth Maul

Title: Of Dreams and Nightmares

Pairing - Darth Maul  X Female!Reader

Prompt - Masochism

Word Count - 449

Warnings/Notes - NSFW 18+ (18+ minors DNI) Oral f! Receiving, choking, very short because my brain hurts I'm sorry :(

Song - Eugnot by Graillz Beni

Maul was a nightmare to most. The intricate tribal ink that ghosted over the crimson of his skin, horns adorning his head like a crown of thorn; most saw this devil in their nightmares. Ruthless and blood thirsty; no mercy to be shown. Would they believe he was the center of your dreams? Saffron eyes vindictive and fierce, except when they were looking at you. You were the only soft, delicate thing Maul knew. In you he found innocence,  curiosity, and even if he hated to admit it - peace. Although he could be callous and impatient, sometimes even vile; he was also passionate and gentle. 

Like when he sighs into the wetness of your cunt, fingers that have taken the life of many, anchored ever so gently against the flesh of your thighs. He spreads them far apart, making sure the point of his horns comes nowhere close to the fragile flesh. His tongue is languid, lips sucking and tasting every ounce of arousal that pools out of you. He knows what you like, learning and adapting with every sound you make. 

His tongue against your clit, flicking and swirling, vicious teeth nipping, sends you into a frenzy. You’re overstimulated and your orgasm has yet to reach its peak, because he loves to tortutre you. When his hands travel up to grip the sides of your stomach, you can’t help but to close your legs around his head. The pain of the serrated crown of horns digging into your flesh making you cry out blissfully, the knowing that they would surely cause bruises made your head swim. 

Maul growled into your cunt at the action, hearing the erotic thoughts in your mind. 

“Wicked girl”, he murmured, shocked that you loved the pain. The affliction causing your orgasm to arrive sooner than anticipated. 

Maul clawed the flesh of your thighs, more ruthless, eagerly bringing you to bliss. 

You didn’t have a chance to recuperate from the intensity of the orgasm he had long edged you to before his hand was around your throat squeezing. He wanted to test you, see how far he could push you until you broke at this new found enjoyment. Although you were his diaphaneity, he couldn’t help himself from wanting you to gasp for air underneath him, claw at his hand and beg with your eyes. He wanted to grip your jaw in his hand until it left bruises, but not in a malicious way. He wanted his ministrations to bring you pleasure, but also selfishly aiding in his own. One thing that would never change about Maul was his need for power, control. And you were willing to give it all to him.

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✧ 2023 WIPS LIST ✧

As you can guess by the title this will be an updated wips list of what is to come, what will be continued, and what will be finished. I'm actually really excited about what I'm writing this year for many reasons. Partly because I have such amazing people here who inspire me everyday to keep writing.

You are all welcome to ask whatever you want about the fics on this list. I'm more than happy to talk about them! This list is subject to change throughout the year so some stuff may not get written/finished.

The list is beneath the cut, because it's quite long. Enjoy!

ONGOING WIPS TO BE FINISHED IN 2023

Black Velvet - 1980s!Din Djarin (3 chapter remaining)

Badlands - Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw (3 chapters remaining)

Paper Airplanes - Bucky Barnes

Asterism - Cassian Andor (4 chapters remaining)

Celestial Serenities - Obi-Wan Kenobi

Night Crawling - Jack Russell (5 chapters remaining)

Beautiful Nightmare - Dream of the Endless

Strength Among Stars - Din Djarin

Blood Along The Moon - The Batman

Kinktober 2022

Winter Prompts

UPCOMING SERIES IN 2023

Hurt - Joel Miller (coming january 15th)

Turning Pages - Moon Knight bois

Never Break The Chain - Jurassic Park AU w/Din Djarin

Love Is Strange - Mickey "Fanboy" Garcia

There'd Better Be A Mirrorball - Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw (2 parts)

Diamonds Are Forever - Jake Lockley x Jewel Thief!Reader

Con La Brisa - Namor

Rogue Redemption - Western!Poe Dameron

Bloom - Obi-Wan Kenobi (3 parts)

Somewhere Only We Know - Peter Parker (Andrew Garfield)

Shadows Of The Past - Mickey "Fanboy Garcia

In the Ashes of Hope - Sith!Obi-Wan Kenobi x jedi!f!reader

Silhouettes of Love - Frankie Morales (maybe)

The Moon Will Sing - Moon Knight bois x goddess!reader

Midnight Wire - Cassian Andor

To Lie Within The Stars - Din Djarin x f!reader x Boba Fett

Unnamed Boba Fett series

Violent Delights (rewritten) - Loki

Unnamed Poe Dameron series

Fractures - The Batman (dark academia)

Various Storms & Saints - Pero Tovar x witch!reader

World On Fire - Apocalypse!Poe Dameron

The Song Remains The Same - 70s!Guitarist!Din Djarin

UPCOMING ONESHOTS IN 2023

Cherry Bomb - Tangerine (bullet train)

Photograph - Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw

Bluebirds In The Night Sky - Javi G.

Solamente Una Vez - Santi Garcia

Together We Fall - Marc Spector

Beauty In The Madness - Steven Grant

Love Is A Fire That Burns Unseen - Din Djarin

Worst Nightmare - Cal Kestis x Sith!Reader

Heavy In Your Arms - Poe Dameron

Breathe Me In - Darth Vader

The Rockrose and The Thistle - Sith!Anakin Au (2 parts)

Kar'ta - Din Djarin (2 parts)

Hidden Flames and Deep Desires - Darth Maul x jedi!Reader (2 parts)

Unnamed Jake "Hangman" Seresin fic

Edge of Midnight - Natasha "Phoenix" Trace

Din Djarin fic for @softanon

Poe Dameron fic (unnamed)

a/n: All of these are subject to change/be added to or deleted throughout the year. This is just what I have at the moment. There are some wips I haven't added, because they aren't plotted and have no full storyline in my head. Here's to a good year of writing!

#my writing #2023 wips list #this is insane but fuck it right #this list is so fucking long and yet ideas are still brewing in my head #now y'all know why it takes me forever to finish things

[sweatandwoe]

4, 6, 16, 31

4. Do you regret getting involved in any fandoms?

Probably when I was a teenager, like tumblr pre-2018 was a hell hole. A wonderful, filled with content hell hole, but dear god it was still a hell hole. At least on my end.

6. List your OTP from each fandom you’ve been involved in.

UHHHH, I haven't really written for many other fandoms besides Arcane and Star Wars but here are some OTPs from fandoms I like in no order besides me remembering them

World of Warcraft: Tyrande/Malfurion, Jania/Slyvanas (there's some good fics out there rip), Jania/Tyrande (I just wanna see her happy in the arms of a lady love), Vol'jin/Tyrathan Khort, Slyvanas/Nathanos (but only from Makaniart's art, that's the entire reason for my shipping of that), Wrathion/My Pussy, also Vol'jin/My pussy

Star Wars: OCs/OCs (seriously I write this stuff still, I just won't ever post it, it's my little happy series), My Swtor characters/Lana, Padme/Ani, Mando/Reader, Obi-Wan/Reader, Darth Maul/Reader (pretty much any main dude /reader)

LOTR: Gimli/Legolas (read an entire 150k fic one time about it. God it was good), Aragorn/Arwen

Mass Effect: SHAKARIAN

Dragon Age: Solas x F!Trevalyan (I may have spelled that wrong. Also please see @designfailure56's sibbe x solas content and tell me it's not cute. I dare ya), Solas x Anyone really (used to hate the egg, but now egg is cute. and also a pain in the ass still, but still) Ironbull/Inquisitor, Morrigan/HoF, Hawke/Fenris

Asoiaf: Brienne/Jamie, Margery/Sansa, Dany/Sansa, Viserys/Getting pegged

16. Are their any popular ships in your fandom which you dislike?

For any fandom my number one NOTP is:

Arthas x Jania or Thrall x Jania. if she wanted a man she'd have a man, simple.

For Arcane, any Proshipping ones, and I'm not the biggest Ca!tv! fan (I will write about them being together because I do like them it's more like Riot held them back and you can tell, and it makes me sad. I don't feel like they got enough confirmation for people's reactions if that makes sense? Like if the genders were reversed, we'd be talking about the biggest queer baiting in history, because they don't even kiss in the show or get confirmed as a couple. And I want it to be, but I hate riot tip toeing around it. Having their cake and eating it too kinda shit.)

31. What’s the nicest thing someone has ever said about your writing?

Answered already over here!

#me realizing I like a lot of lesbian pairings #that's not a surprise to me at all #censoring out the name of the ship cause I don't wanna bring bad vibes into their space #I feel like a lot of people are giving riot way too much credit for them being gay when in reality we don't get any confirmation #the writers say one thing but writers say that shit all the time and then the company behind them doesn't let that happen #it was defintely riot testing out the waters for the ship #when in reality we should've seen something #idk man it just feels gross to me #like even with their pride stuff #we've gotten like four league characters confirmed as gay? #they're not even in those four #I'm mad about corporations doing this just cause it's like having their cake and eating it too #'don't piss off the homophobes or dudes that still want to fuck them but make it clear they're into each other but not stepping over that l #ine #i ranted in the tags again #sweaty asks #ask game

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I posted 213 times in 2022

155 posts created (73%)

58 posts reblogged (27%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

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I tagged 145 of my posts in 2022

Only 32% of my posts had no tags

#stranger things - 51 posts

#darth maul x reader - 30 posts

#eddie x reader - 30 posts

#star wars - 29 posts

#starwars - 26 posts

#eddie munson x reader - 23 posts

#darth maul - 21 posts

#maul x reader - 20 posts

#steve harrington x reader - 17 posts

#billy hargrove x reader - 16 posts

Longest Tag: 79 characters

#i have ideas for it but i also want to work on something else that’s pretty big

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

NSFW Headcannons about Billy

These are just a random collection of Headcannons I have about Billy Hargrove

Warnings: NSFW!! MINORS DNI!!! Mentions of sex, oral both male and female receiving, degrading, teasing, name calling, mommy kink

Words: >500

Stranger Things Masterlist

Billy: (this is more in character Billy)

Hookups only. No strings attached.

You’re not allowed to look at him while fucking.

Like he’s taking you from behind, doggy style but if you try at any point to look over your shoulder at him he will push you down to the mattress/counter/backseat (whatever surface you are currently fucking on) and will then be holding your head down while he continues to pound into you

Even if you’re giving him a blow job, you aren’t allowed to look up at him through your lashes. And if you do, he will grip the back of your head and fuck your mouth himself, saying something like “Dumb slut can’t follow one simple rule. Gotta do everything myself.”

Rough. Hot. Fast pace.

He’s not totally self centered. Will make sure you both come, but doesn’t necessarily make sure you do first.

He will degrade you. Just accept it.

Isn’t one really for after care. Will have water nearby and get a rag for you, but he ain’t cleaning it up. You have to do that yourself.

Doesn’t cum in you. Period. Condom or not. He ain’t risking shit.

Won’t give proper oral. Closest he’ll get is sucking your clit while fingering you.

Leaves or makes you leave shortly afterwards. Like you have enough time to recover but not much after that.

Billy: (These are more like the fanfic/ooc Billy)

Starts out the same, no eye contact when you’re first getting together.

But as time goes on he’ll let up and secretly comes to love when you look up at him, all doe eyes with his cock in your mouth.

Becomes gentler at times. He’ll still be rough with you if you want but is definitely okay now with be softer and not as harsh with you.

Still degrades you but it’s more of a point of teasing rather than being rude

Becomes more vulnerable during sex (it takes a LONG time to get here) which reveals his mommy kink to you

Was extremely embarrassed when it happened. He didn’t mean to call you that he just felt so good in that moment and it slipped out. It took a lot of reassurance from you that it was okay

After that when he really needed to let go and destress, you got to take care of him

He’s more comfortable with giving oral now too. Definitely still prefers receiving but if you ask or are super needy he will gladly do it

Still doesn’t cum in you if he’s not wearing a condom, but I’d he is and/or you’re on birth control and you ask him to he will

Great at aftercare. He knows your spent and will take care of you and clean you up before settling in with you, holding you close.

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310 notes - Posted August 14, 2022

#4

It Matters How This Ends

(Geralt x F!Reader)

This is the first piece for my 600 follower celebration!!!

⚠️WARNINGS: SMUT (18+ content below the cut, do not interact if you are not 18, those that are discovered to be under age will be blocked), fingering, PinV, Angst!! (If I missed anything please let me know)

Word count: 3442

A/N: this is my first time writing smut, so please goes easy on me

Not my gif (also I just couldn’t not use that one)

It was a typical evening. Well typical for us. Jaskier was singing for the tavern whilst Geralt and I sat in the far corner watching.

It wasn’t uncommon for Geralt to be quiet. Especially after a long day like today was.

I on the other hand was quite the opposite. I enjoyed talking after a day like today. All of this was still somewhat new to me. Seeing monsters, killing them, it can take a toll on your mind when you haven’t been doing it for so many years.

“Hey, Geralt?” I asked.

He grunted in acknowledgment.

“Do you know how long we’ll stay here?”

“I want to be riding out of town by sunrise.” His voice seemed to be more gruff than usual but I brushed it off on it being a long day.

“Okay, should we head to our rooms soon then?” I suggested.

“You’re staying.” He said, bringing his mug up to his mouth.

“Oh, do you want me to follow later tomorrow?” I asked.

There had been many times when he’d have me trail him and Jaskier or he’d trail Jaskier and I. I just assumed that’s what he wanted of me again.

“No.” Was his only response.

“Wait… what are you saying?” I asked, both fearing and knowing the answer.

“I mean you’re staying here. You can leave whenever, just not with me.”

“Why? What did I do? Am I not training enough? I’ll do better! I swear!” I began to panic.

“You haven’t done anything.” He attempted to reassure me, but it was no use.

“Then why?” I snapped, rather loudly.

“Yn.” He said lowly, looking around as people began to glance in our direction, “Don’t cause a scene.”

“Why are you abandoning me?” I demanded.

“I’m not abandoning you-“

“What would you call it then?”

“You’re perfectly capable of taking care of yourself, Yn.”

“Okay… so you just don’t want me to travel with you anymore is that it?”

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#3

NSFW Headcannons with Robin Buckley

Warnings: MINORS DNI, Smut, fem x fem, oral, teasing, pet names

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT WITH THIS POST

All Masterlists are open, see my pinned post for details 🖤

A/n: I’ve never actually written anything that was a fem x fem relationship, so please go easy on me. Also if I missed any warnings please let me know 🖤

Robin is shy

She definitely needs someone else to take charge

Wants to make you happy, so anything you ask of her she’s going to do 110%

Loves being praised.

PET NAMES!!! “Sweetheart” “baby” “pretty girl”

Will always want to return the favor for whatever you’ve just done to her, even if you insist that tonight was about taking care of her

She is definitely going to be the submissive one in the relationship.

Doesn’t do hook ups, she needs trust in a relationship

Is open to try experimenting with toys

Doesn’t really care whether you use a vibe or just your fingers and mouth, just being with you is enough

“Teaching” her how to give oral

Like she understands what to do and everything but something about you walking her through it, giving her praises when she hits a sweet spot on you, calling her your good girl really gets her going

Is okay with playful teasing like “you just can’t get enough of me can you?” Or “use your words, Robin, what do you want me to do?” But definitely doesn’t like being degraded in any way

Aftercare with her usually consists with you taking charge once again (not that you’re complaining, you love taking care of your girl)

Will thank you while you lay together afterwards. And it’s always filled with so much love. Like she’s not just thanking you for the sex, she’s thanking you for being you and loving her just as much as she loves you.

Robin Taglist:

@lothiriel9

@fan-g0rl

@jedi-mabari

373 notes - Posted August 14, 2022

#2

Hopper NSFW headcannons

Warnings: Minors dni, smut, oral (male and female), daddy kink, sir kink, semi public sex, cockwarming

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

A/n: I’ve never written for Hopper, and don’t read him a whole whole lot but I hope you enjoy!!

Word count: >500

Hopper is daddy

More Cannon: he is daddy but doesn’t liked to be called that because of the trauma he still has from losing his daughter

More fannon: he does liked to be called daddy, and that’s just that.

He also wouldn’t mind being called sir, like “yes, sir.”

He is in charge, no if, ands, or buts

Hopper is a brat tamer

He doesn’t put up with any shit from you

You mouth off to him, oh boy you’re gonna get it

Will take you in the back of his police car

Hires you as a secretary at the station just to have you whenever he wants.

Has, and will most definitely will again, bent you over his desk and fucked you into the next week.

He is usually mean daddy Hopper, but the second you make a sound that is definitely not from pleasure he is full stop making sure you’re okay

If you want to stop at that point, he has no issue with it.

However if you decide you’re okay and want to keep going he’s so gentle with you.

Cockwarming while watching “the game” (whatever game is on tv, he doesn’t care he has his girl split open on his cock)

So. Many. Fucking. Rules.

You have to ask for permission to come.

You have to ask permission to touch yourself (doesn’t matter if he’s there or not)

Count out your orgasms

The list goes on

Doesn’t like toys. What can a toy give that he can��t?

He will however use one of his belts to bound your wrists together

Likes to equally give and get oral.

Has definitely made you answer a call (it wasn’t an emergency or anything super important) while he’s fucking you with his tongue

Definitely has a jealousy streak in him

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472 notes - Posted August 15, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Day 1 Kinktober: Masturbation (Billy Hargrove x Fem! Reader)

Here goes nothing!! This is my first ever time writing for Kinktober!! I hope you enjoy the story and if you would like to be tagged in other days I have planned use the link below (It'll also take you to my prompt list for the month)

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Warnings: Teasing, Fingering, Masturbation, illusions to strict childhood and parents, corruption, (Let me know if I missed any), SMUT, NSFW

THIS POST IS 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI

“Shut up, Billy.” I sighed. 

“I just wanna know if it’s true, Yn.” He pressed, as he drove me home. 

“It’s a stupid game!” 

“Dude, just tell me… have you never even thought about trying it?” 

I stayed quiet. 

We had been at a party when they suggested we play seven minutes in Heaven. Of course, Steve wanted to pair me up with Billy. He knew about my crush on him. So there we were standing awkwardly in a dark closet together while we knew everyone was listening outside. 

To give everyone what they wanted he suggested we fake it a little, just to mess with them a little. I had asked him how, he said just make the noises you’d make if you were touching yourself. 

The look on my face said it all. And now he knew. Not only was I a virgin I had also never masturbated. 

“I- I have… I just… don’t know.” I mumbled. 

“Don’t know what?” 

“How… I don’t know how to…” I admitted, shamefully. 

I came from a very sheltered family. We weren’t allowed to talk about or engage in sex of any kind. It had always followed me around. Anytime I even considered trying it, I could never bring myself to do it in fear of being caught. 

The way I admitted my confession told Billy everything he needed to know.

“I’m sorry I brought it up.” He said. 

“Don’t be. Trust me, I wish I weren’t such a stereotypical goodie-goodie like everyone thinks I am.” I sighed. 

“I could always help with that… I mean I could handle being friends with the goodie-goodie, but I draw the line at being friends with someone who is that much of a goodie-goodie.” 

“Billy, what are you suggesting?” I knew exactly what he was suggesting and it made my heart race but I wanted to hear him say it. 

“Neil and Susan are away for the weekend, Maxine is at a friend's house… Let's go back to my house, let me show you how to make yourself feel good.” He said, already turning the car around. 

I stayed silent. Surly this wasn’t about to actually happen, right? This was insane. We pulled into his driveway and sure enough, no one was there. He lead me back to his bedroom. 

“Billy…” 

“Sh. Don’t talk, you’re here to learn, remember?” He said, standing close to me. 

“First thing first, you never want to just jump into it. You need to build it up if you really want to enjoy it. So, is there anything, anyone, that makes you feel… excited, turned on, horny?” He asked almost seeming knowingly. 

I took a shaky breath. 

“Ah, so there is…” He chuckled lowly, “Care to share who it is?”

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━ BY THE LIGHT OF THE SECOND MOON * {nsfw / on-going / multi-part fic / f!reader / 112k words}

━ THE SHADOW BENEATH *✓ {nsfw / one-shot / f!reader / 12.4k words}

━ OF HEAT AND HATRED *✓ {nsfw / one-shot / f!reader / 3.7k words}

━ DREAMS AND NIGHTMARES *✓ {nsfw / one-shot / f!reader / 3.2k words}

━ A TIME OF TRUTH ✓ {one-shot / gn!reader / 3k words}

━ SERENITY ✓ {one-shot / gn!reader / 850 words}

━ “SOFTLY SMILING AT EACH OTHER FROM ACROSS THE ROOM” / “PLAYING WITH THE OTHERS FINGERS” ✓ {prompt / one-shot / gn!reader / 460 / 640 words}

━ “RESTING THEIR HAND ON THE OTHER’S THIGH, SLOWLY STROKING IT” ✓ {prompt / one-shot / gn!reader / 1.7k words}

━ “CUDDLING IN THE FIRST MORNING LIGHT, HIDING THEIR FACE IN THE OTHER’S NECK” {prompt / one-shot / gn!reader / 880 words}

━ NO PEACE ✓ {one-shot / gn!reader / 2.8k words}

━ TO SLOW DANCE IN SPACE ✓ {request / one-shot / gn!reader / 800 words}

━ THE THIRD MOON OF THE FIFTH PLANET (AN APOD STORY) ✓ {fanfiction of fanfiction (a prince of dathomir) / maul x @/kimageddon’s nightsister!oc / 2.8k words}

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