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Can you pleazeee do a oneshot where Cad Bane “abducts” Anakin Skywalker’s Reader!Padawan (not Ahsoka) and uses her for his own pleasure, before sending Anakin a holovid of the occurrence? All consensual ofc! Because the reader!padawan would be in an established relationship with Bane, despite the code against it and despite his hatred for Jedi.

The gasp I gusped upon reading this. Oh the angst and confusion. Thank you 'nonny for sending this in! You've hit me with a mack truck of inspiration!

Fate's Right Hand

Pairing: Cad Bane x (of age)Padawan!Reader

Warnings: (18+) smut, angst, domestic fluff, day drinking, careless irresponsibility, secret relationship, accidentally sending an explicit message, PinV, face-fucking, oral f receiving, fingering, interspecies relations, creampie, arguments, threats of blackmail

Summary: While on a romantic getaway with Bane from being under the scrutinizing microscope of the Republic, a series of pocket dials amidst a provocative exchange with your husband-to-be transmits a holovid directly to your oblivious superior. Thankfully, the picture is corrupted but the audio remains loud and clear, leading Anakin to the preposterous belief that you are in perilous danger.

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The freedom of rolling out of Bane's bed wearing nothing but a sheer slip and satin nighty bathrobe excites you with the liberating sensation of when he was making a home between your legs the night before. However, the question of his absence is answered by rummaging noises, muted thumps and pacing steps through the flat.

"Bane?" You call out to him from down the hall while dragging your feet with your lazy morning strides until you see his breathless, blue stature materialize amidst his almost orderly abode.

At the sound of your voice, he turns around to humbly address you. "Sleepin' beauty ain't supposed to wake up yet."

"How could I stay asleep with you banging around in here?" A mere exaggeration, but there is some truth in the noises that pierced through your dreams.

"Ah... my mistake." He continues with a twang of regret. "Figured what's mine is yours so I took it upon myself to tidy up."

You've been hole up here for a few nights under the cover that you are on a "solo research excursion to refine your meditation tactics" and prefer to be alone. Luckily in doing this, you've unintentionally freed up some much needed one-on-one training for Anakin to occupy himself with Obi-Wan. After being stuck under the ruthless thumb of your educational doctrine, you're dying to decompress via your own methods. "You're doing all that for little 'ole me?"

"I'd do anything for ya, sugar." Bane looks you up and down with his aniridic eyes just brimming with reverence.

"Well..." You start, struck by the fleeting nervousness you feel from his stare. "I gotta wake up. Do you want a drink? Maybe some caf?"

"There any cold lagers left?" He asks, coy smirk flashing his shining rows of ferociously sharp teeth.

"I think there ought to be." You see where he's going with this.

"Are there two?" He insists, implying for you to join him in this uncouth morning ritual of his.

"Bane, I just got out of bed." You limply protest.

"I know, doll. I'm just tryin' to make ya smile." With a man who talks like that, he sure is convincing.

"Let me get you that lager." You depart to his kitchen in pursuit of the alcohol, opening the cooler door to pull one out and then another on second thought and cracking their seals. "Not my usual morning brew, but I haven't anywhere in particular to be today."

"I do love a lady who knows how to keep up." Bane takes a large, gurgling swig of the swill and you mirror his actions, feeling your own emerging burn erupt in your empty stomach. With your differing tolerances, you begin to sense a heavy buzz three quarters of the way through your drink just as Bane polishes his off. The malt flavor coating your tongues beckons to be shared as both bottles are set down in exchange for each other's bodies. Long, calloused hands slide up your clothes and you earn a surprised look from Bane when he finds a blatant lack of underclothes. His low, gratifying hums reverberate in his chest and you love the rattling liveliness. "Wana put your mettle to the test?"

"I was just about to ask you that, old man." You boast halfway on your knees already, descending further.

"I'm 'gon make ya eat far more than them words, darlin." He barters, suave while still thinking he's taking the lead instead of following yours.

"My, my..." You purr at him, undoing his pants in order to suck him off. "Don't mind if I do."

With you ready and willing to give head, Bane darts his serpent-like tongue out when you begin to yank his legs forward and back to close the distance with your mouth until he takes the hint. He just loves to hear you gag and choke on his length so you play up the noises for his pleasure, earning groans and gripes in tandem with his clenching thighs. The ridges taste ever so sinful whilst a viscous buildup of saliva gathers around your mouth. He rocks his hips, jabbing you in the back of your throat with his swollen tip as he threads his hands into your hair, holding you place to succumb to his thrusts.

You gasp off his cock, looking up to him from where you are on your knees with misty eyes. Bane elevates you to standing by your chin as he traces his other hand from your shoulders, massaging circles from your lower back all the way down to your ass. The gradual release of tension in your muscles influences you to diminish your guard to what's to come next. You let out a spry yelp when Bane brings your knee up to rest on his hip, parting your cheeks and sliding a digit inside. He encourages you to raise the other, assuring you by never shying away from the heavy lifting.

With a finger still inside, he picks you up without difficulty and takes you to bed. The displacement you feel has you crying out before you're even plopped onto the cushions. Bane wastes no time in eating you out, suckling on your clit with lavish licks in between. His glaring view as he peers at you from above your mound sends you into enticing throes of rapture when a second digit widens you even more.

Bane surmises that you've had enough of his oral afflictions after a few long moments, moving to tease you in reverse with feral chomps along your inner thighs, up your stomach and breasts, all the way until he's kissing you while rubbing his moistened bulge against your entrance. The residual notes of your unique essence meld with his spittle as he plunges his tongue far past your lips, thoughtfully sharing all components of this exchange with you. "Mmm... You 'bout ready for me, sugar?"

"I thought you'd never ask." Bane takes your admission and methodically keeps his sights set on your contorting face as he swivels his lower torso in order to find his way inside. His slack-jawed expression intensifies with your plush walls surrounding him and you wish to feel his sharp bite on your skin again. The warmth and ease with which he uses to glide in and out causes you to throw your head back, presenting your neck clearly for him to sample. Your shrill cries fill the room and it only drives him to bite down even harder, shoving himself deeper and grunting heavily into your ear.

In a hasty change of position, Bane eases himself out and flips you over onto your hands and knees, imploring that you climb over and make space for him on the bed. Face down with your backside pointing upwards, he slumps his body across your back and plants kisses atop your shoulder blades, alternating from side to side. Preparing to receive him, you spread yourself wide open and Bane impales you abruptly from behind in a lustful jaunt of hearing you squeal.

The springy bounciness of the bed assists you in this dance. With small flexes of your knees, you're able to lift and slam into Bane's core with every thrust. This alluring perspective transitions between looking like he's splitting you in two and being swallowed up by what's between your legs.

Bane pushes through the flourishing ecstasy with an accelerated snappiness. Ripples and thrashing of flesh sends you both into a tizzy on approach to that invaluable summit. You're still riding the invigorating high of Bane's teasing, but the untamed rhythm you're suspended in has you reaching an additional climax. More clamorous moans nearly drown out Bane's lewd snarls until he falters at last, groaning loudly while spilling every last drop of himself directly into you. The flexing and throbbing of his torrid length coupled with the dripping slick down your thighs has you fluttering with pride, but a blaring chime of your comm device cuts your rewarding afterglow short once the deafening vocalizations have died down.

Bane pulls out to let the river of come pour out of you and onto a fresh towel that was resting nearby, cleaning you up with a secondary one. The notifying alerts coming from your device are now impossible to ignore as you fish through the blankets and pillows in search of it. Once found, you notice that Anakin has made countless attempts to get a hold of you; every message beckons the same concern for your well-being and necessity to uncover your whereabouts.

Sobering panic sets in and you interrupt the next session you were about to have with your lover, putting an index finger to your lips in a silent sign for Bane to be quiet. Upon a swift examination of your message logs, you and Bane see what was sent. It was a grainy holo-video of the occasion you shared with him just now. Luckily, the picture was muddled by the sheets and all that remains is this unsettling and fairly suggestive audio. You exchange an 'oh kriff' look with Bane before unmuting the line.

"Are you okay? Are you hurt? Why are video transmissions disabled?" Anakin inquires frantically.

"Y-yeah, I'm fine. Some mercenary recognized me as a Jedi... b-but I got away." You respond anxiously, evading his last question.

"I'm tracking your location as we speak. Obi-Wan recognized the man in the audio Cad Bane. I'm not joking when I say you dodged a hell of a blaster bolt. This guy is practically public enemy number one and I can help you bring him in. Be there in five." The transmission ends and you're overwhelmed by dread. You do what you can in a rushed cleanup to make yourself presentable by hurriedly finding a clean set of robes stashed in an overnight bag you keep here and running a comb through your locks, but nothing could prepare you for the mental trials you're sure to face when your master is expected to arrive.

Sensing your agitation, Bane helps convince you of your undeniable ability to make Anakin believe anything. The only fail safe that is sure to let you both off scott free is to try to make up scenario that lands him in the slammer. With his esteemed escape artist skills and your help on the inside, he won't be imprisoned for ever; a humble sacrifice he's willing to do to keep your flame of passion alive.

"Do you remember when we first met?" Bane stalls your train of thought and reminds you of your powers of persuasion. "All them ways you kept your master in the dark, none the wiser? It's 'cause you never let 'em suspect otherwise. Now, look at me." He takes your face in his hands and touches your forehead to his, effectively calming you. "You can do this."

It's clear that he wants to protect what you have. Bane regrets this careless slip-up, but still wishes to preserve your outlawed romance. The expectations and limelight that come with rubbing shoulders with those who seek to eradicate this bounty hunter from existence certainly adds some interesting hurdles in trying to safeguard this companionship.

"C'mon, hit me." Bane suddenly demands.

"What?" The request sounds so odd after performing such a loving act on one another, you couldn't believe it to be true.

"We gotta make it look realistic. Rough me up a bit." Bane curls his fingers over his palms in a 'come hither' motion, pleading with you to play along.

"Bane... I-I can't hit you." You meekly declare, backing away from him as well as recoiling yourself from the thought of inflicting him with injuries.

"Yes you can. Quickly, now. We don't have much time." Bane adds, widening his stance. "Hit me."

You acquiesce, serving a couple hooks to each side of his face initiating a bloom of mauve bruising, finishing him off with a swinging kick to the ribs. He doubles over in agony, breath jutting out of him, spilling groans and chartreuse blood from his mouth. "Attagirl." He spits.

"Are you sure you want to go through with this?" You voice your hesitation to him loud and clear.

"Darlin', I'll go wherever you wana go, so long as that means I get to tag along." Using a pair of his own binders, Bane lets you restrain him before making your way down to the street level.

"How long is this going to last?" You mutely ask with Anakin at the forefront of your mind now.

"If we're lucky, less than you fear but more than you hope." Bane has a way with words, speaking in brain teasers and labyrinthine motives.

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The plan goes accordingly, but Anakin pokes and prods at your shaky narrative that leads to him striking a sore nerve in regards to you that forces Bane to drop his act.

"So, you said you got away? How?" Anakin questions, openly skeptical.

"He thought he got the drop on me, but I used one of his stun charges against him. That helped me take him down." Your explanation lacks foundation and Anakin ponders on the though of how you could have easily subdued such an infamous suspect.

"What I don't understand is what were you doing in that district. Records indicate that we picked you both up relatively close to his living quarters." Anakin pries further and you're running out of believable excuses.

"Uhh.. my meditation walk just took me there, I guess." You insist.

The belief is slipping and he can definitely sense a disturbance. Anakin roughly grips your bicep and pulls you into a side huddle with even more hushed doubts. "Is that the line you're going with?"

"It's the truth." No it isn't.

"If it's not, you might be looking at his charges, plus a few of your own." Anakin's assertive inflection strikes fear deep in the pit of your gut that erupts an opposing attitude he's not seen in you before that solidifies his stance of suspicion.

"Maker, Anakin! I'm not lying!" Yes you are and he can tell.

"You are well aware of his history! His schemes against the Jedi!" Anakin takes a breath, gritting his teeth in an unsteady struggle to stifle his emotions and lowers his voice even more. "Imagine the controversy if this news were to get out; the destruction of our reputations. I don't think you understand your dilemma."

"There is no dilemma. Not unless you want to start one." You bark in riposte to his allegations.

"And what exactly is that supposed to mean? What's in Maker's name has gotten into you? You're my responsibility, and as my padawan, haven't I taught you to do as I say, not as I do?" Anakin challenges back with his usual double standards.

Cad Bane can't handle any more of this bickering and interjects after overhearing your not-so-quiet confrontation. "Well, if by 'your padawan' ya mean my fiancée, then the only reputation you should be concerned about is your own. Or am I wrong in assuming that only you are exempt from the tried and true rule of no attachments?"

"What is he talking about?" Anakin trades off his attention between you and Bane, but you shrug and pretend you have no idea what he's referring to.

"Oh, don't look so surprised. Word gets 'round fast, General. More people know 'bout you and that Nubian senator than ya think. What was her name again? Padmé?" Bane taunts.

"Say her name again and I'll make you regret it." The energy in the room plummets with exasperation.

"Not so fast, Skywalker." Bane resists, readjusting in his binders. "Keep a lid on that temper of yours and we just might be able to come to an agreement."

Anakin grimaces at you before bending an ear towards Bane. "I'm listening."

"If you agree to keep this little secret of ours under wraps, you won't have to worry about the Council finding out about yours. Do we have a deal?" This bargain is not one to be trifled with and you hope that Anakin accepts the terms.

"Not without some conditions." Anakin accepts, shooting daggers of irate rage at you. "Since you're so worried about making this believable, you'll need to serve a proper sentence. And that means no visitation rights, starting now. Got it?" These stipulations are no doubt intended for Bane, but upon their delivery, Anakin holds a reprimanding scowl specifically for you. He can understand falling under the magnetic spell of love, but the devotee you've chosen as your partner in crime is not something he could have ever foreseen.

"Fine." Bane complies, forlorn and defeated from where he stands behind the warbling ray shield.

"And as for you-" Anakin puts a hand on your shoulder in a softer grip than the previous one coiled around your bicep, shaking his head from side to side in frustrating disappointment. Despite his vexation, you can see a tender patience in his eyes with the will to sympathize before inflicting punishment. "I think it's high time for us to have a little talk."

"W-wait, how long is he going to be in there?" Bane perks up, ears attuned to the answer, if any, on the longevity of his imprisonment so that he can debate on organizing an escape plan or not.

"That all depends on you." Anakin advises while making way for the exit door. "Now come on. We've wasted enough time as it is and we still have to think up a believable lie to tell Obi-Wan."

"So... you're not going to report us to the Council?" The first of many timid smiles breaks through across yours and Bane's faces when you realize his intimidating shakedown actually worked.

"I trust you wouldn't do the same to Padmé and I." Anakin tosses one more emphatic squint at Bane before facing forward again. "I have no right to sabotage what you have. Your secret is safe with me."

"Never thought I'd be thanking ya, Skywalker." Bane asserts with a condescending salute.

"Yeah, well... Don't get used to it." Anakin discloses with a hiss before leaving the room, putting distance between himself and this stowaway.

You know he intended for you to follow him, but you can't depart from Bane without telling him goodbye. "Don't worry. I'll keep an eye on Anakin." You raise a hand, hovering it centimeters away from the radiating heat of the ray shield as Bane does the same, wishing he could reach out and connect your palms together.

"That's my girl. Now ya better run along. Your master is waiting."

"I love you..." You whisper, pulling the sparkling beskar wedding band from a pocket in your robes and placing it on your ring finger to give him a special parting memory of you to hold him over before ultimately leaving.

"Love ya more, 'lil trouble maker."

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dissociativedaydream · 1 year

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I said what I said.

#monster fucker

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dissociativedaydream · 1 year

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[ sick till I see you ] - cad bane

Summary: Cad Bane has had a tough time of it. He comes to you for a little TLC.

Gn! Reader

Warnings: None, just a little nip, lick, cuddling, and a worn out Duros looking for love, A.K.A FLUFF.

Word count: 1.5+

Notes: Wrote this last night half asleep, no real editing. Sorry if it sucks. Based on an idea we talked about in the Duros server because we're all feeling so tired. ;_; (@deepbluespace4, @renek-bane, @judathian)

There was something calming in your touch that remained unspoken. Cad Bane would never spill his secrets, though it was quite apparent he had grown accustomed to a comfort only you could provide. You were a steadying force in this harsh galaxy, someone the Duros could rely on from time-to-time, as his visitations were sporadic, yet he would reappear when you least expected it.

Tonight was such an occasion, the hunter floundering on a bounty the likes of which could have afforded him a lengthy stint of relaxation. He had taken on more jobs as of late to offset the price of fuel. It had risen exponentially since the forming of this new, “Galactic Empire,” and Bane was not amused. It ate into his profits more often than not, so the loss of this particular mark was an unfortunate stroke of rotten luck.

The one good thing to come of this was the target had been right here on Canto Bight.

A casino city, Canto Bight was a playground for the rich and famous, the arms-dealers, the shady business tycoons, the corrupt politicians, and the pirates, the scoundrels, the gamblers. You were none of these things. You were a cocktail server with a small flat to call your own in a shady corner of the city. Without you and others such as yourself, a place like this would go under in no time. Your job was essential.

It was also exhausting.

On your day off, you lounged with a good novella on your datapad, feet kicked up upon your worn caf table. You were just getting to a good part when a shadowy presence out of the corner of your eye startled you back to reality: you were not alone.

It should have been obvious. This was not the first time the wily Duros had found his way inside your home without warning or an invitation, yet it never ceased to surprise you.

You quietly rummaged in the side table situated by your sofa to extract a hidden holdout pistol. You carried this with you as you ventured deeper into your own house.

The hall was clear, so was the refresher. The kitchen was adjacent the entryway and you were already sure of it being vacant. That only left one place: your bedroom.

You crept to the door, weapon clutched in your hand. Peering inside, you were shocked and relieved to find the man face down, his thin, lanky limbs stretched out in an almost comical fashion.

Cad Bane had decided to sprawl out, taking full advantage of the situation as his body formed an “X” in the middle of your mattress. His floppy, ostentatiously large hat covered the entirety of his head, creating a leather halo that hid both his intentions and his temperament, while his armorweave duster had feathered out around him to give him the appearance of having wings.

It was an odd display, one that was not customary, but you would not judge your intermittent lover for his behavior.

It warmed your heart that he felt comfortable enough with you that he allowed himself to drop his guard, and it was a testament to your sometimes unorthodox relationship. But you found you wanted to go to him, to see what the matter was, to ease whatever suffering he must be feeling, and to comfort him in a way you knew he enjoyed.

“Bane?” your voice called out apprehensively. There was no response but a slight shifting of his weight, a deep groan rising from the pit of his chest as it rumbled to the surface, though masked by the compression of his entire face against your sateen sheets. You approached deliberately, suddenly feeling silly for holding onto your palm-sized blaster.

He was a danger, but not to you.

You set the pistol onto your dresser, bending at the knees to sink down to the floor at your bedside, one hand instinctually lifting to gently raise the corner of his hat.

Two searing red eyes stared directly at you. You involuntarily gasped, so stark was the contrast of their fiery depths to the dark coloration of your coverlet. They narrowed when you did not move again, the expression across your face not being one that Bane favored as he had been sure you would receive him with open arms. The Duros did something quite uncharacteristic: he pouted, his scant lower lip cresting downward into an obvious frown.

“Ah can see when Ah’m naht wanted,” he began, pushing up with both arms to rid you of his presence.

“Wait, no!” you said a little too forcefully, Bane settling back down as he gazed at you with an arch to his brow. “Don’t go,” you finished more softly, gingerly taking up the curve of his mandible in the crook of your hand. “I don’t want you to go.”

The Duros rasped out a hiss though it was a release of tension, Bane’s eyelids falling to half-mast. That outward breath extended for what seemed like minutes; he loved the warmth of your skin, the smell, the taste…

He reached out, shifting to a position that would allow him help you up, though you were capable of standing on your own. But that is not what he wanted. He manipulated you to sit, convincing you with no more than a tug to your clothing that this was the very thing you should do because he deemed it so.

You entertained him, adjusting yourself to accommodate his nonverbal demand.

Once you were comfortable, the deadliest apex predator of the entire known galaxy buried his rostrum in the meat of your thigh as sinewy digits encased in cut-off gloves snuck beneath the single layer of thin fabric that made up your shirt.

Bane’s touch was icy, a small sound being emitted from your lips as goosebumps prickled up and down your body. This only seemed to excite him, lengthy arms wrapping around the whole of your waist as you realized his excessive accessory was in your way.

You took a chance; you removed his hat, placing it thoughtfully on your bedside table as the Duros curled into you, resting his cheek against your lap as the flat part of his face nuzzled its way into your belly.

Of all the things that could occur in this moment, Bane took up a fetal position, making himself cozy as he squeezed you tightly. You could not help yourself, knowing Bane would appreciate your efforts. You took to caressing him with a calculated touch despite his flesh being enwrapped in protective hunting gear, fingers running the course of his neck and shoulders. You massaged him tenderly, applying just enough force to hear a most gratifying sound.

Some might call it a purr, while Bane himself would call you crazy for suggesting such a ridiculous thing. Still, it only encouraged you to continue, and especially once the Duros had dug his way under the hem of your top, sharp teeth biting and tugging so as to maneuver it out of his way.

You held your breath, not out of worry of being bitten, but because his shallow exhales licked at your skin making you shudder, a part of you deep inside stirring though you chose not to let it control you, at least not yet.

“Ah’m sick till I see you,” he mumbled against your now bare stomach, “chucked all of a heap,” he added, grazing you with the points of his fangs as he enveloped you in the tangle of his limbs.

“What’s wrong, Cad?” you prodded, only concerned with his mental well-being as it was rare he searched out this level of affection, though that was not to say his words and actions did not move you, a faint blush tinging your cheeks red.

“Tired,” he muttered, that vibration in his chest growing louder as his olfactory organs were overtaken with your delicious scent, “karked up,” he finally admitted, his damaged pride apparent in his tone. “Gettin’ old.”

“Nonsense,” you whispered, your thumb lovingly tracing the lines etched across his forehead as you attempted to sate his nerves. “What happened?”

He did not answer, your breath catching as you felt his tongue worm its way into the divot of your navel. He growled as if hungry, his fangs finally pressing against you though he was kind enough not to bite down hard. He sucked the salt off your skin, licking up from your belly button to the base of your sternum, your body convulsing unwillingly beneath his sudden amorous onslaught.

He stopped just as soon as he started, teeth retracting and rostrum once again rough and scaley against your abdomen. He was reluctant to reply. “…don’ wanna tolk ah’bout it,” he stated gruffly, shutting his eyes against the universe as well as against you.

“Then what do you want?” You coaxed him for an answer, not expecting the thing he wound up saying next.

“Dis,” he offered casually, encircling you more succinctly in his embrace.

If you had been a gambling kind of person, you would have lost, not imagining that in a million rotations Bane would confess to desiring your … cuddles.

You would not disturb him after that for fear of backlash, the notorious, murderous bounty hunter taking to your lap like an overgrown tooka as you settled in for the long haul, incapable and hesitant to move from this spot until he had his fill.

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#soft!Cad Bane #Cad Bane x Reader #Cad Bane x Gn! Reader

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dissociativedaydream · 1 year

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for the request, something involving darth maul and alien senses? maybe he likes to look at reader in a nearly dark room where they can't see how fond his expression is but he can still see them clearly, or how his hearing and smelling is far more acute than a humans.

A/N: ... so... back to the regularly scheduled program... totally doesn’t feel like a very strange 180...

my last posts/reblogs have been very political, so if you didn’t follow me for that sort of thing, i get it, but also this is my blog, and i’m politically active irl, and politics are dumb but important, especially with what’s been going on in america.

it’s rough on my mental health and general wellbeing, so i tried to distract myself by finishing up this request from... months ago. oops. 😬

hope you enjoy! kiitos! 💗

content: fluff/general, gn!reader, alien biology (sight and smell/taste), established relationship, stranded in space, slightly suggestive, sharing a bed

word count: 1,849

sight

In an instant, the ship is plunged into darkness.

It’s disorienting, almost dizzying, the way that in one moment you could see, and the next you couldn’t. The lights that went out were the ship’s last, the old space freighter that Maul and you... co-opted having taken some damage in the skirmish with the Weequay pirates that once controlled it. Launching into hyperspace in this rust bucket had been a poor decision, you surmised, and you thought of Maul who absolutely knew you were right when you previously advised him not to.

Now, the ship, with Maul and you trapped within it’s metal walls, floats somewhere in deep space, so deep there’s no visible stars, far away from any planet...

And in complete, utter darkness. The pitch black feels consuming, oppressive, and you blink rapidly but nothing changes— only the warmth on your eyeballs shifts. There’s a shuffle of fabric and metal clanking from somewhere around you, and you swivel your head in the direction you think the noise came from.

“Maul?” You call out, taking a single, tentative step because before the ship had lost full power, you had been unlucky enough to be up from the copilots chair and halfway across the cockpit. He doesn’t reply, there’s no other noise, and you strain to listen— practically hearing the blood pump in your veins, your own breathing, your heartbeat. Everything is amplified with your sense of sight stripped, everything is practically tangible.

“Maul?” You say his name again, growing increasingly uncomfortable with his silence, eyes darting uselessly and seeing nothing. It also feels as though your voice sounds louder in the inky blackness, reverberates more effectively off hidden metal walls. Maker, it’s impressive— This isn’t your average, everyday darkness— this is advanced darkness. You frown, shuffling and almost stumbling over your own feet.

“Maul, I’m serious. You better not be mes—” Two large, warm hands grab each of your forearms and pulls a small shriek from your lips. Heart racing, Maul responds with a low chuckle— from directly in front of you— and his presence, the heat of him, becomes so prominent it’s almost overwhelming. Your thoughts go wild: How long has he been there? How was he so quiet? How did he know exactly where you—

“Easy, my dear.” He purrs, teasingly, and one of his hands releases your arm, and you tense lightly when it reappears at your hip. You’re quick to relax, especially when Maul’s thumb rubs circles over your pants, occasionally hooks in your belt loop. Lips curling up in a quirked smile, your brows furrow when Maul chuckles under his breath.

“Maker, you are cruel!” You laugh, reaching up and smacking his chest, though your aim is off and you think you clip the edge his shoulder instead. It’s at that moment— your hands clumsily grasping at his chest, his tunic, fingers splaying and toying— that you look up, and in the infinite shadows you’re able to see one thing— or technically two:

Maul’s eyes.

Yes, his eyes— twin yellow orbs sitting directly where his eyeline would be when he stands, twin flames in the dark. They glow, the fiery yellows and oranges stand out against the inky backdrop, superimposed via the right of soft, amber light that emits from them. Of course— Dathomir, Zabraks, night vision.

“Hello.” Maul drawls, and he blinks, the phantasmal flames of his irises disappearing for a split second, then reappearing— his pupils ablaze. Mirth dances in them, his expression so clearly that mix of smug and prideful he gets when he’s acting mischievous.

“Hi.” You reply softly, smiling when Maul cups your cheek, the pad of his thumb grazing along your bottom lip. He lightly lifts your chin, tilting your head side to side curiously, toying with you like a Loth cat would it’s prey. His blistering gaze goes dewy, his eyelids falling halfway and skewing the glow. Maul’s warm thumb passes your lips again, and this time you kiss it. You can see the smile in his stare.

“Mm... how screwed do you think we are?” You inquire, half serious, half-joking, mostly because you’re too lost in the tenderness to really care. Maul shrugs under your palms, and his eyes close (again) then open (again) and it’s so visceral how you’re able to watch them flicker— Like candle lights or will-o’-the-wisps.

“Decently. Savage might know where we are.” Maul deadpans, and you know you’ll both have plenty of time to somewhat panic later (especially when the cold of space starts to seep at the ship), but for now you’re able to find solace in each other. Maul leans in and kisses your smiling cheek, then pulls back and turns towards the transparisteel canopy of the cockpit. Just beyond the glass, the inky black of starless infinity sits in wait.

“Well, then...” You start, taking a couple cautious steps towards Maul and his blistering eyes, “That just means we have some... us time.”

Although you can’t see it, Maul’s face splits into a wolfish grin, and as you reach his arms, it grows and reaches his eyes which flash like a supernova. Maul seizes you by your waist in the darkness, and a squeal escapes you when he lifts you up into his arms. Then, a heated kiss is pressed to your collar bone, teeth pulling and gnashing at the fabric of your shirt as Maul’s frenzied lips pull away.

“Oh, indeed.” And his mouth then falls on yours, all tongue and passion with hardly any care for the world. Your face warms, and you succumb to the heat of Maul, all his shadows, and his twin flames.

scent (+ taste)

The balcony curtains sway gently in the breeze, the soft rose light of early morning on Mandalore spilling into the suite. Sunbeams touch your closed eyes, and with a groan, you turn and dig your face into the plush pillow beneath your head. Silken sheets and a soft mattress beckon you back to the clutches of sleep, but besides you, your lover stirs as well.

Maul groans, then sighs low out his nose with a deep exhale, and then goes quiet. You smile into your pillow, not bothering to open your eyes to see that Maul’s awake, his stare on you. It’s so strong, even after just waking, that you can feel it prickle your skin. Goosebumps raise, hairs stand on end, and the bed dips as Maul purrs, “Good morning, my dear.”

Two warm hands press on your back, kneading your muscles and gliding up and down your spine. You make a noncommittal noise, opting to play the long game that both you and Maul enjoy. When you don’t offer any further response, Maul growls lightly and in your head you can practically see the pout of a sneer on his face.

“Good morning, my dear.” Maul repeats with a bit more force, though there’s no bite to his words. Testing your luck, you make a soft grunt again and Maul’s hands freeze on your sides, then squeeze your plush. It’s the long game, the fun one that all too often you and Maul play— pushing boundaries and pressing buttons. Anything to ruffle each other’s feathers, all in good fun of course.

Maul catches on soon enough, because then the wetness of a tongue slides it’s way up the center of your back to your earlobe, leaving a slick trail in it’s wake.

“Maul!” You cry out his name with a muffled laugh into the pillow, arching your back at the sensation, and jokingly squeal, “Gross!”

“Wake up then, my dear, my love— my light of lights.” Maul growls playfully, his nose pressed on your hairline, nuzzling and nipping at your ear. One of his horns grazes the side of your head, catching in your hair, and then the weirdest sensation of air pulling upwards causes you to tense. Maul then sighs, his breath warm on your skin, and then another suck of air, then an exhale, and it’s then you realize Maul is sniffing you.

“What are you doing?” You ask for clarification, shivering when Maul drags his nose deeper into your hair, nuzzles, and inhales deeply. The goosebumps on your skin spread, the feeling ticklish and odd, but not entirely unwelcome. Especially because Maul seems to be enjoying what he’s doing, hence his satisfied purrs and the slight grin you can practically see on his face.

“You smell nice.” Maul replies simply, dragging his nose the length of the column of your neck. He settles at the junction of your jaw, nuzzling in deeper, the small horn at his temple brushing against your earlobe. It pokes your skin, and you smile, but then you think about what he’s said, and your brow furrows.

“I probably smell like sleep and ‘in need of a shower’.” You speak through giggles, tilting your head best you can into the pillow to allow Maul better access to your neck. He hums in reply, nipping and sniffing at the skin under your jaw, his nose pressed along your pulsing jugular. By now, he’s near completely atop you, his hands plastered at your sides, holding himself above you. It takes some effort, but you manage to roll over on to your back, shuffling within the silk sheets.

“Mm... I disagree. You smell like you— Which is to say, like desire, heaven, and ambrosia.” Maul murmurs, lowering himself so that his muscular body is almost flush with yours, acting like a living weighted blanket. One of his arms slithers under your waist, tugging you up slightly as his hand plants firm on your side.

“Really now?” You sigh, eyes fluttering shut when Maul’s warm lips plant lazy, wet kisses on your neck, traveling down to your collar bones where he sucks a mark on the center of your chest. Maul can’t seem to get enough of you, his mouth and nose wild in their mission to mark and claim and scent every inch of skin he can reach. Minutes pass of just Maul sniffing you down, rubbing his scent on you, licking, biting, kissing. By the time he answers, your head is fuzzy with arousal, and you can barely open your eyes to stare all dewy-eyed up at him.

That wicked, wolfish grin on that crimson face of his greets you, as do Maul’s molten eyes. You watch his tongue lackadaisically glide over his lips, wetting them. Maul looks ravaged, wild-eyed and dizzying, practically drunk off your scent. Behind him, the light of the morning casts a glow around his head and makes his crown of horns look like a halo.

“You render me insatiable.” Maul growls, and then his head dips back to your body, nose to the skin above your heart where he smells you, and your heartbeat, and the blood that pulses in your veins and runs hot in your flesh. A gasp escapes you, arms drawing him in to the aura of you— all good, all pure, and outside the sun is beaming, and the breeze carries the essence of you and Maul to the heavens.

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If you're still doing them, a silly one where the reader acts like they're leaning in to kiss Cad but instead they steal his tootpick 😼

Only good girls get seconds.

505 words.

No warnings: Fluff and a kiss. I made this a fem reader simply because I wanted Bane to use the term "good girl" in this scenario.

Cad Bane x Fem! Reader

"So, this is a very important client you're meeting, then?" you asked the Duros as he adjusted the angle of his hat. He found himself checking his appearance in the nearby mirror before he bothered to reply.

"Ye' could say dat," Cad Bane stated nonchalantly.

"You look fine," you assured him softly, though the hunter mildly snickered. He glanced to you; he was squinting, one step away from a full on glare.

He removed a small black leather case from his tight pants pocket, opening it to reveal the contents. "Ah know'it," he responded to you, seemingly amused.

The hunter was very handsome, but he had a somewhat inflated ego. You often wondered how you'd managed to coax him to your boudoir. You had assumed you were not his type.

"Of course you do," you playfully retorted, watching as the Duros placed a toothpick in his mouth. The tip of his pink tongue wrapped around the edge; it dredged it backward as he lightly crimped down with his long fangs.

You bit your lip as he turned to face you, one large hand resting on the gun belt nestled in against his hip. He gave a fleeting smirk, having not missed your attraction to him by way of your reaction.

"Don' miss me too much," he quipped casually, taking a step forward toward you as his bolero shaded you with its wide brim. He grasped you sweetly by the chin as he tilted your head up to look at him.

"I'll try not to," you whispered as you stared into his eyes, your voice quiet and drenched in honeyed coyness. You did your best to pretend you meant to kiss him on the cheek as you leaned up and in, but at the last minute you snatched his fancy toothpick.

You placed it between your lips, savoring the taste of it and the remnants of Bane's own flavor. You grinned, removing it to blow a kiss instead before you reinserted it between your teeth.

Cad Bane lunged forward. Your heart pounded in that moment. He stole the toothpick from your mouth, his other hand cupping the small of your lower back. He growled a displeased sound; he made to act as if he were mad with you. You believed him for that instant until he dipped low to kiss you proper.

You hummed your appreciation as his tongue writhed and danced alongside your own. You were becoming so aroused you weren't sure you could let him go.

"Forget your client, come back to bed," you pleaded.

Bane laid the pad of one lengthy finger across the bridge of your small nose. He dragged it down to pinch you gently between his forefinger and his thumb.

"Only good girls who don' steal toothpicks ghet sseconds," he teased salaciously.

You pouted as he wandered out to leave you there, though in your heart you knew he'd soon come back. He had made direct eye-contact with you first, replacing his briefly purloined chew toy in his mouth.

#Cad Bane x Reader #Cad Bane #x reader #x you #Cad Bane x You #Fluff #Star Wars fanfiction #Duros #Cad Bane x Fem reader #Clone Wars #CW #Bad Batch #TBB #BOBF #Book of Boba Fett

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Domestic December: Day 28

Dath Maul: Aftercare

Private time with Maul tends to take a lot out of you. Your blood is still pumping, head a little light, and your entire body sings from the strain and pleasure he had just put you through. Maul probably feels the same, his weight still presses down on your body.

“Too much?” He whispers into your ear.

“No,” You reply, kissing his cheek. “I would have told you.”

He takes that as a signal to get off. But you don’t let him stay away for very long. Rolling over to lay against his chest, hand splayed open on his stomach. Gently sliding up and down his chest until his eyes gently close.

You try to move away but his arm moves fast. Wrapping around your back and squeezing your body close.

“Don’t leave,” He whispers. “Not yet.”

It was still too early to get out of bed, and there was nothing really planned for the day. Of course Maul would find something to focus his entire attention on. You would also find something to focus your free time on, too. This time in the wee hours were the best, and possibly, only time you were going to get Maul alone.

“Sheets are going to need to be changed.” You mumble, although Mual is no longer listening.

He simply makes a “hmmm,” noise in response. His face is relaxed and body slowly giving way to sleep. You reach up to his face, gently touching his lips in the closest attempt you could as a kiss. His whole-body rumbles underneath you. Purring from your touch alone. He was yours; the sounds he made, the moans he singed, and the gentle touch he gives. All yours.

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Someone got a little too excited 😏 (uncropped on nsfw twitter)

#i checked #definitely not disappointed #maul #darth maul #star wars fanart #star wars

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His excuse is he got tangled up trying to decorate the tree 😏 (uncensored on my NSFW Twitter)

#Happy Hoe-lidays #maul #darth maul #sith #darth maul art #star wars fanart #star wars #star wars: the clone wars

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only came on here to say: y’all are sickening lmao

#I try to keep this stuff off of this blog but #I'm getting really tired of this

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One & Only - Chapter 4

Pairing: Alpha!Maul x Omega!reader

Word Count: ~2.1K

Tags: 18+ NSFW, ABO themes, PiV sex

Summary: Maul finally stays the night with his wife

<- Chapter 3

“Thank you for accompanying me - that was rather successful.”

You almost didn’t hear him, his hand was on the small of your back and that’s all you seemed to be aware of. When he glanced down at you, you realized he’d spoken and nodded quickly. You were hoping he’d chalk it up to you being tired even if you were anything but.

Arriving back at your room, you both paused. It was a little awkward but you were also feeling a little bold.

Taking a chance you hooked a finger in the top of his robe, he didn’t recoil so you tugged him into the room, his robe also parting revealing more of his heavily tattooed chest. If you were honest, you were entranced the same as when you first stood in front of him. You allowed a finger to trail along part of the exposed tattoo, his skin was hot to the touch and as you ran over his chest you could feel the heavy thump of his heart.

“You’re gorgeous,” you mumbled, almost not conscious you’d said it aloud.

The heat that flooded your face was almost unbearable but then he smirked, it was a small smile but it was progress.

Feeling a new wave of confidence, you pushed his robe off his shoulders. The thin fabric falls easily, framing his wiry, muscular body. He didn’t move as your fingers continued to trace the black marks on his skin down to the sash around his waist.

In a blink, he’d grabbed your hands, his grip was strong. You lifted your fingers from the sash and he relaxed, loosening his grip on you. But that gave you an idea.

He released you as you stepped back, your hands reaching for the hem of your own shirt before pulling it from your body. His eyes seemed to trace every inch of your newly revealed flesh, his expression blank except for the movement of his jaw as he clenched it. He moved as if to step toward you but paused before he actually took a step.

You reached out a hand, which after a moment he gingerly took. Gentle prodding seemed to be doing the trick.

With a small tug, you encouraged him to stand close to you until his chest was nearly touching yours, the only separation being your chest bindings. He was quite a bit taller than you and you had to lift your face to see his.

You trailed your hand up his arm and across his shoulder until you cradled his neck. His face was indescribable, somewhere between confused and eager. His eyes slid closed though once you started stroking his cheeks with your thumbs.

The tough exterior was crumbling.

“Beautiful boy.” You cooed under your breath, smiling in response to his small smile returning to his lips.

He turned his head to kiss one of your palms, pausing to nuzzle it slightly before giving another kiss. You moved your hands again, resting them this time on his biceps, the muscles tensing under your touch. It was your turn to move closer, you could feel his warm breath across your face.

“Can I kiss you again?” You asked.

He didn’t answer, instead crashing his lips into yours. His lips were rough and needy as they moved fervently against yours. Your hands found their way to his face while he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you flush against him. The two of you clung to each other like if you let go you’d disappear. You could feel his cock hardening, a happy noise left your throat, finally.

After what felt only a few seconds, you pulled away from each other, both of you gasping for air. You barely waited to regain your breath before kissing him again, which he returned with the same enthusiasm.

This kiss was much softer but just as desperate as before. Again, you rested your fingers on the top of the sash around his waist. And again, he grabbed your hand to stop you but didn’t break the kiss. You relented and trailed up his chiseled chest.

After you broke apart again, you bit your lip before speaking, “sleep next to me tonight.”

It wasn’t a question or a command. It was an offering, a middle ground for the weird situation you found yourself in.

He paused for a moment, his eyes searching your face. You wondered what he was looking for. He finally nodded and followed you to the bed. You were still half-dressed until you peeled off your shoes and pants, leaving you only in your drenched underwear and bindings.

Maul was again entranced, eyes skimming over your body as you laid on your back among the numerous pillows and blankets. He seemed to hesitate before taking off his boots and discarding the half-worn robe onto the floor, opting to leave his pants on. Crawling into bed next to you, he gingerly laid his head down but still managed to snag the pillowcase on his horns.

He grimaced but the look was quickly replaced by surprise as you easily disentangled him from the fabric. You took the opportunity to tuck your head under his chin, breathing in his scent. He had cologne on, it gave him a sweeter smell but you could still detect the earthy tones of his natural scent underneath it all.

You were suddenly very tired as you snuggled next to the furnace of a man next to you. His heart was loud and steady, quickly lulling you into a deep and restful sleep.

He was still there when you woke.

Granted he was sitting up, out of your reach, with a datapad in hand. The smell of caf greeted your nose. There was a carafe on his nightstand with two cups, one already steaming from the hot liquid inside.

“You’re awake,” his morning voice was deeper, it seemed to rumble in his chest like an incoming thunderstorm.

He grabbed the empty mug from beside him and filled it before offering it to you, still not moving closer to you. You felt a disappointed pang as your lifted your face from your pillow but last night had been progress. It was progress that you were impatient to continue.

You propped yourself up on your elbows before taking the mug from him, the heat from the cup warming your fingers as the bitter smell entered your nose.

Despite his distance, there was something pleasant and peaceful about this morning. The sun was drifting through the windows, dust whirled in the soft breeze that danced through the room. Mandalore was strangely still and quiet, no noise wafting up from the foot traffic that was usually outside. It was nice.

Glancing up from your cup, you caught a flicker of movement as Maul’s eyes returned to the datapad in his hands.

“What do you have to do today?” You asked, not really expecting an answer.

“Court starts at ten, after that Almec is insisting on meeting about the trade negotiations again.” He spat out the Prime Minister’s name like it tasted poorly on his tongue. “After that Savage and I have a meeting with…”

He paused, glancing down at you. His brows raised as he realized you were listening with rapt attention.

“With?” You prodded, happy he was talking to you even if it was boring work-related things.

“With some work connections.” He finished, still staring into your eyes.

“Sounds like a full day.” You mentioned idly, not meaning much by it other than hoping he continued to talk.

He set the datapad aside, before moving to press a kiss against your back, then shoulder, then your neck. His scent shifted. Suddenly he smelled intoxicating. He trailed his tongue along your neck, earning a surprised squeak out of you.

The tension between your legs had been killing you all night and now it was back with a vengeance. You weren’t sure how he had been able to control himself all night but he did his fair share of tossing and turning too so maybe…

As if to answer your unspoken question, he pulled the cup out of your hands and placed it on the bedside table. At this point, his body was over yours, which was still laying on your belly among the blankets and pillows. He seemed reluctant to put his weight on you, opting to hover over you instead. But once you playfully wiggled your butt against him he dropped his weight with a low growl.

He attacked your neck, kissing and nipping at it. You whimpered at the new attention, your pussy was aching at this point. You needed him, you needed your Alpha. One of his hands moved between you and the mattress, teasing your swollen clit, offering you some relief but it wasn’t enough.

He groaned against your skin before biting down roughly on a soft spot on your neck, effectively putting his mark on you. It didn’t seem like he was entirely in control of his actions as he ground his cock against the plushness of your ass, desperate for friction. You whimpered as you wiggled your ass against him again, encouraging his desperation.

And of course, that’s when his commlink went off.

He grumbled and reached out, but to your surprise, the device shattered.

While you were still in shock he took the opportunity to get off you just enough to flip you onto your back. The look in his eyes was hazy yet predatory, you felt your heart thump as the realization hit, he in fact wasn’t in control. Spending the night with you must’ve triggered his rut.

There was pounding at the door but he seemed to not hear. Instead, he pulled at the waistband of his pants, freeing his cock. You catch a peek, it was mostly red with ridges wrapped around it and it was leaking already.

The noise at the door grew louder, a growl tearing from Maul’s throat.

“WHAT?” He roared, one of his hands stroking his still hard cock.

You couldn’t hear what was said, instead focused on the man in front of you as he continued to stare down at your form. The way his tattoos moved as his muscles flexed was mesmerizing. Your focus was broken when his free hand roughly grabbed your hip and he aligned himself with your entrance.

You caught yourself holding your breath as he pushed into you, gasping when he bottomed out abruptly. He groaned, leaning over you to nuzzle the crook of your neck, both of you stayed like that for a while, each catching your own breath despite just getting started.

“Lord Maul!”

He groaned against your neck before he licked a stripe up your jugular. Despite the lack of movement, his cock was nestled right against a sensitive spot and the slightest movement caused your toes to curl.

“What?” He growled, his question aimed at the door as he kissed your neck and a hand tangle in your hair.

“Prime Minister-”

You knew what was coming and pulled the man up into a hasty kiss to distract him. He returned the kiss roughly, though seemed like everything he did was rough. He bit down on your lip, you barely felt it but could taste copper on your tongue.

Your breath hitched as he snapped his hips the first time, sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body. His rythme quickly reached a punishing pace, his lips only leaving yours to nip at your collarbone leaving his mark there as well.

You gripped the sheets in an effort to anchor yourself as you felt your head getting light, chanting explicits like a prayer as you felt the tension of your impending orgasm knot in your stomach. He was panting against your skin now, his hips stuttering as he tried to keep his pace. You wrapped your legs around his waist, a silent movement to encourage him to roll his hips at just the right spot. Once. Twice.

After the third time you arched your back as you felt your walls spasm around him, it was like a wave crashed over you and for a moment you thought you’d drown. The only sound he made was a sharp hiss as he came inside you and, to your disappointment, pulling away before his knot could ensnarl you two together.

He stood quickly, gathering his pants and robe from the night before. You watched him, annoyed at his haste. But he turned to look at you as he pulled his clothing back on and there was a small glimmer there that you hadn’t seen before.

“I’m late for court,” he admitted as he pulled the sash securing his robe around his waist and in a blink he was gone again.

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