#Savage Opress Smut

[ddejavvu]

pairing: savage opress x reader

summary: savage stands at a lumbering 7'1, and he likes comparing the size of your body to his own.

contents: size kink size kink size kink size kink size kink. smut, minors dni, afab!reader, obvious implications of reader being shorter/smaller than savage but i'm betting most of you aren't seven feet tall and absolutely jacked so i feel like it's pretty inclusive to both height and weight

Even sitting down, Savage is a formidable height. Only aided by his crown of horns, lethally sharpened all except for the one that's chopped in half, he stands at 7 foot 1 inch, which is significantly taller than yourself. Equally disproportionate to yourself are his hands, which frame your hips and mold so perfectly to the skin there that you think they could affix themselves there permanently.

He could if he would. He lets out a low, rumbling, appreciative groan at the sight of your ass rocking back onto his lap, and though his bulge is still clothed, you fear it's going to rip through the fabric restraining it. The sensation of his covered cock rubbing roughly against your sensitive folds makes you whimper, and you yearn for nothing more than to shred his clothing and sink down onto his dick. Unfortunately, he's got the claws. They're arched elegantly against your skin, their points sure to leave marks that will eventually even out to your smooth skin in a few days. Savage never marks the same spot twice in a row, but he prefers having remnants of his claws on you at all times.

Your lack of penetration settles an ache deep inside of your core; a throbbing pain that can only be sated with the equally massive length that lies stiff between Savage's legs.

"Oh, darling," His voice is rough, dripping with greed and reverence as he helps you grind back onto his dick. He watches as your slickened cunt leaves a glistening trail over his clothing, a mark that soaks into the fabric and leaves his dick stinging with want.

"You move so well," He praises, like the gyration of your hips isn't equally his effort and your own. He's holding you up while the blood rushes to your head; your hands are braced against the floor while he rolls your ass over his bulge. It's a difficult position to maintain, but the dizziness that you're experiencing while you dangle from Savage's lap makes your internal waves of pleasure stronger. This lustful ecstasy is so much better without thinking involved; only the steady, persistent grinding of Savage's clothed cock over your needy cunt.

"Savage-" You manage to spout, your own voice marled by your less-than-comfortable position, "Savage I want- mmh!" You feel him press your hips further down onto his cock, the rugged, damp material of his clothes pressing against your clit, "-I want you! Now, please- please, I want you inside of me."

"You're not ready," Savage laments, because a man seven feet off of the ground sports more inches than is manageable for a human like yourself between the legs, "Patience, darling. I will get you ready."

"Just- aah! Just the tip, please," You beg, dangling by his feet, nails scrabbling against the floor.

Savage goes momentarily quiet after your request, but you feel something hot and wet lave over your spine- teeth sink into the broad expanse of your back and you whimper at the pain-pleasure-pain.

"If you want it darling-" He purrs, his voice and breath heating the back of your neck as one, "You may have it."

There's the rustle of fabric being rumpled, then a distinctly slick sound that can only mean Savage is leaking, precum oozing from the tip of his cock that you want to lick into your mouth. You lurch forwards, attempting to scramble off of his lap to take his cock into your mouth, but he catches your weight with one firm hand, locking it over your hip bone.

"Not now. Now I want to see your ass," He hisses, licking his thumb and teasing it at the tight ring of your asshole that he can barely catch a glimpse of from the way your pussy is spread with your legs, "I want to watch your ass bounce while you grind on my cock. While your human cunt tries sucking up as much of me as it can. While you try spearing yourself on me."

His mere words have you cunt clenching around nothingness; terrible, empty, aching nothingness. Savage sees it, guiding the head of his cock towards your desperate folds. They're slick, and they'd allow for a sizeable portion of his length to sink into their warmth. But you'd hung yourself with the words just the tip, and Savage intends to give you exactly what you've asked for.

He teases the head of his cock against your slit, watching as your hole tightens and begs for more. It's producing a lewd squelching sound, skin on skin lubricated by what must be a gallon of slick wetness at this point. He strokes the length of himself with a nimble hand as he resumes bouncing your ass on his lap, letting the head of his cock breach your agonizingly needy pussy with tantalizingly little depth.

"There, darling," He purrs once again, voice rough like velvet stroked the wrong way, "Just the tip. Is that what you want?"

"No! No," You feel the painstakingly shallow breach of his dick through your slick slit, fruitlessly wriggling your hips as he keeps gyrating them, "No, please, Savage- please, I want more!"

"You are not ready," He repeats, voice sadistic more than it was empathetic before as he keeps teasing his cockhead against your core, "Keep moving, my love, and I will decide when you deserve to be filled."

#savage opress x reader #savage opress smut #savage opress imagine #savage opress fanfiction #savage opress drabble #savage opress blurb

[thenightmarketofdathomir]

So what if Savage wasn't the nicest fuck ever (and used his size to break you instead of being tender)?

Pairing: Savage Opress x Reader (AFAB Cis) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Borderline CNC, Rough P in V, size kink (brr brr)

The first time he pushes you into the table and kicks your legs apart, his whole hand covers your head to hold you in place. Cheek pressed to durasteel. The cold is shocking. A thumb muffles the sound of his belt clinking open. A claw razes the delicate skin beneath your chin because his whole palm covers your crown. A pinky swaddles the world in darkness. One squeeze and he could pop your skull like a meiloorun. There is discomfort, but more importantly, there is fear. Zabrak have great noses, and your scent is the biggest turn on.

A tear and cold air hits your ass. Your panties shredded, the pinch against your hips from the pop of tearing fabric edging your surprise with a bite of pain. He doesn't touch your cunt. He scents your slick. Your heat. The swell of your sex lubrication enough for the ripple of hard, hot flesh that butts up against your slit, wetting himself with your arousal as your heels lift and your knees buckle, the first two inches just the tip but the movement is sharp and swift and he's inside you with no regard for your tightness or the resistance your body offers because it pulls along the edges and you stretch just enough to feel in the seconds after how going rigid and squeezing does nothing. He pushes in without pausing, seating himself, half-hilted as the sensation catches you up. Can't breathe. Can't stop. Legs shaking. Little pops of his ridges terrifying because you know that when it pulls back, you're going to feel the way they tear you open.

When you don't have the breath, your high-pitched, little whimpers are smothered by the finger caressing over your lips, parting your mouth. He tastes like durasteel and sweat, and his callouses have callouses, but your heartbeat is in your cunt and there's salvation in surrender, so you touch your tongue to the finger in your mouth like there aren't tears in your eyes from the burn and the stretch and the threat of how his cock touches every part of you, the tip resting heavy and certain against your cerevix, creating just enough discomfort from the angle that you know, in no uncertain terms, that he's feeling your pulse squeezing him involuntarily. He knows that you're already throbbing as you get used to the feeling.

You don't move. He pulls you, angling your hips like he can adjust your body however he wants because you're smaller than him and it takes so little effort to bend you in half, to hitch you up by the hips so that he's more comfortable when he pulls out just to hear you keen for his absence -- each of those ridges sawing over the sensitive, spongy front wall of your cunt where you're sensitive. The effect whites out your senses, but there's no time to think about how close you are to coming apart before your breasts and your hands and your stomach squeak across the table when he lifts you up and drives himself into you fully in a single, sharp thrust.

That's his pussy, now. He's made it fit him and him alone. And when Savage grunts, moving you in time with the knock of his hips, chafing your body over the table, you're grateful that he wasn't gentle. This is how he claims you. Your mating doesn't need a mark. He's going to break you so that no one else will even dare come close to what he thinks of as his.

You don't have the air to scream when each knock of his balls against your ass and thighs stings like a slap. You don't have the capacity to stop the downwards plummet when each stroke bottoms him out; when he grinds his hips against you to open you further to fit him better and he cups a hand against you, trapping your clit with two fingers as he fucks you into his grip.

Pleasure smears across your vision in a mottle of colour and darkness, but he just keeps going: his ichor-augmented stamina unrivalled.

And even though you go limp for a time from passing out, and when you rise again to consciousness, it's to the knowledge that he's still not done and your legs are numb from being held up like the cocksleeve you are.

Maybe he'll flip you over if he gets bored. Maybe he'll slow or stop, or have you clean him up with your tongue, but for the moment, there's only the bite of his claws into your hips and your ass, and the deep, baritone grunt of your lover using your body to chase pleasures that he's never been afforded before.

Get comfortable. You're going to be here a while.

#Savage Opress #Savage Opress x Reader #Savage Opress x You #Savage Opress Smut #Clone Wars Smut #Nightbrother #Zabrak #Zabrak Smut #spicy #Star Wars Smut #Savage Opress Headcanons

[irenadel]

Fear Leads the Way ch.3

Filthy smut ahead, now with more blood kink. Mentions of slavery. Some unhealthy power dynamics because DUH. Darth Maul x Reader and I think we can finally admit Savage Opress x Reader. He doesn’t like it tho. He will NOT go gentle into that good night.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

The first time Maul cries in pain in your arms Savage sees red and thinks he will, at long last, be able to kill you. And you think you might let him.

It had taken weeks and weeks to get there and it wasn’t Maul who pushed through. The moment you had agreed to hold him at night it had seemed to be enough for Maul. As if all he had required to be content was for you to stop fighting his ownership of you. As if he knew once you did, you’d have nothing left but him.

You were no longer confined to their quarters… and admittedly no longer afraid to leave them lest you be punished the way you’d heard unruly pleasure slaves were. It was a strangely lonely experience though. You had even less to do than before, focusing solely on what was required of you by the Zabrak brothers (never Savage’s own cybernetics, no matter how much you winced at hastily laid out circuits and patched up nerve arrays, Maul was an excellent mechanic, but no biomechanical engineer) and you have to admit it may have been driving you a little insane. You used to do small tasks now and again for the syndicates: emergency procedures, hydraulic adjustments, little hacking jobs… part of you still hoping to save up enough to buy your freedom the way you’d heard some Hutt slaves still did. You’d worked for whoever would pay and sometimes whoever would not, as some of the higher ups in the Shadow Collective had decided to consider you at their general beck and call, so long as it didn’t interfere with your duties to Lord Maul.

Not anymore.

You are so indisputably Maul’s now that you wonder how you could have ever thought you were his before.

You never heard him announce it but somehow everyone seems to know and now they give you a wide berth. The Black Suns who used to sneer at you avoid making eye contact and the few Hutt emissaries that remain to try to make peace with the Shadow Collective have resorted to offering Maul a nicer, prettier bedslave. Maybe a more comely one, lither, less used up. You try not to show how you bristle at that. The Mandalorians, about as terrifying as the Sith Lords themselves, stand aside respectfully when you pass them by (you try not to think about how often you do pass one because you don’t want to acknowledge how much you’re being watched). For their part, the Pykes seem oddly pleased at the strange turn of events their little gift has produced, yet still continue their refusal to acknowledge you. That you understand. You were little more than a thing to them, and it was bitter, to have ended up here anyway, despite your best efforts. It tasted like copper and rage when you let yourself think about it too much, like a storm inside you brewing the desire to make someone, anyone, pay for this… and whenever you did and he was nearby, you saw Lord Maul glance your way, like a trained Tatooine massiff picking up the scent of blood.

In those moments, regardless of whatever else he might be doing, he would gesture for you to come near and would take your hand and hold it to his face, to his lips, almost smiling.

He didn’t look at you. He didn’t address you. But he kept you close, no chains, no locks, nothing else necessary to hold you but the sheer gravity of his presence. You hated it as much as you loved it.

You hated when he sneered at the Hutt party’s sniveling suggestions of an upgrade and you felt your stomach clench in fury and vindication. You hated the beautiful black gowns he kept leaving for you near the fresher, because you hadn’t seen fabric so heavy and fine and good since even before the war. Your mother had never had anything as beautiful as these. You held them to your face and refused to cry or tear them to pieces, you just put them away and continued to wear your old mechanic jumpsuit.

You didn’t hate lying beside him at night, no matter how much it stung your pride… but you did hate how touch seemed to be all he wanted from you. There had been no further amorous interludes after the first two, not in this bed, not the moment that Maul found out he could have the whole expanse of his arms and back and chest and neck touched at his pleasure. He had demanded that immediately and you had complied, and in your terrible fear of servitude and vulnerability you had never even imagined that touch was all that would pleasure him indeed. Or that it would be you, who would end up needing more, longing for his growls against your ear and the frantic grinding of his hips against yours. You didn’t hate his imperious commands for your hands, never detailed, never more than once, as if his dignity would not allow it (no thought to yours, ground to dust already by your humiliating longing for him). But you did hate how eagerly you jumped to obey and provide him all he wanted. Enough for Lord Maul but not for you and more than enough for his brother, who still slept fitfully besides you, always attentive to whatever noises the two of you would make. You couldn’t have ever known how right his vigilance had been.

Maul sighed and you could feel Savage about to jump out of his skin. Maul growled gravelly in his sleep, contentedly against the crook of your neck and you could almost feel Savage waiting to pounce. You had expected many things from your fate as his possession, but not this constant vigil.

You hadn’t expected to be so uncomfortably starved for his affection.

In all the stories you had heard whispered in Nar Shadda, in all your years as a refugee, making cybernetics for the poor and the destitute like you, living so close to slavery you could almost feel the bite of a Zygerrian collar or a Hutt implant, you had never imagined you’d be the one wondering when you would be kissed next. Or that you could hold someone so close you could feel twin hearts beating and still want more, need more, in spite of your terror and resentment of him.

The problem was that he purred. Lord Maul of the Shadow Collective purred loudly and constantly, rumbling, along the length of your body, lying between your legs, warm and hard and musky. He purred and it made everything inside you clench, desperately, hungry for his own hunger, for his tongue and his teeth and his hand wrapped around your neck, so tight and good you could still feel the thrill of it. For everything you had not asked for but still missed, for another go at his mouth and hearing him say please and ruin and want.

The second problem was that Savage purred too. Not as intimately close as Maul’s body draped across yours, but louder. Not at first either, and you would never know why or how long he had resisted this tell tale noise before he’d finally given in. Comfort having lulled him from his constant vigilance of Maul, eyes snapping open and alert at every new sound out of Maul’s mouth. Sounds that had seemed at first to Savage like Feral’s childish fretting or his own moans of protest after a hard night’s drinking to forget a visit from the Nightsisters. Then silence, the deep, even rhythm of his breath… and then like a blessing, like a memory from better times, his brother’s surprising content purring.

He had let himself be blinded by this. By this unexpected recovery of joy, of rightness… the comfort of his brother’s body so close at hand, the long-sought rumble of his dreamless sleep. He could’ve almost forgiven you for the weeks of anxious caution, for the fear… just because in your arms Maul sounded like a Nightbrother, a boy… or at least as far removed from whatever thing the Sith had tried to turn him into. It had been a rude awakening to catch the scent of your arousal in the air, to find you as dangerous and unpredictable as he had first thought you. Savage had snapped awake and watched you closely, waited, he didn’t know what for because you were no proper witch, but waited anyway, ready to fight for Maul, ready to make the Mother’s magic good for something, ready for anything but your strange refusal to act.

When you did move, it wasn’t towards his brother but away from him. You slipped a hand in between your bodies and for a stupid, senseless second Savage had thought it must have held a weapon to be wielded against Maul.

It wasn’t a vibroblade… but it was just as dangerous and even more confusing.

Your hand between your legs and it somehow took Savage a second to understand what you were doing in there, what treachery you were so clearly trying to hide.

He’d never heard of a Nightsister pleasuring herself, but there had been plenty of Nightbrothers in the communal huts. Savage had done it himself, a lifetime ago, when he still understood his life and his body. But he would not do it now, distrusted the ichor and the treachery of his kinslaying hands and it disturbed him how familiar, how nauseatingly enticing he found the quiet constrained sounds of your pleasure. A furtive, private pleasure you chose to take independent of Maul.

It made no sense, served no purpose, made no children, did not even bind his brother closer to you. All it did was flood the bed with warmth, with the musky, overpowering scent of your arousal, made Savage painfully aware of your human body, so like a Nightsister’s and yet so horribly alien at the same time.

Because you don’t yank either of them out of sleep with an order. You don’t demand combat and blood and horror. You choke down your thin little sounds, muffle your sudden desperate sob against the covers and make Savage’s skin break into goosebumps. There are no tears, no held back moans, when the Night people come together, there are no wet sounds of fingers reaching for solitary, desperate pleasure and Savage doesn’t understand why such a sounds should make his palms tingle or ichor seethe in his veins.

Savage doesn’t understand you at all, but Maul does.

“That,” he hears his brother hiss, terrifyingly awake, anger like molten lava “belongs to me.”

There’s the quick slap of Maul’s gloved hand snatching your own hands out of the way and you make another strange, otherworldly sound. Pained and high-pitched like a scream, but further back in your throat, like a wounded animal, a sound that Savage cannot fathom but which makes Maul growl and move over you.

“Please,” you beg and something in Savage’s stomach clenches because Nightsisters do not beg and Nightbrothers who beg never find themselves in a warm bed, heady with the stench of a woman’s wetness. But that please seems to do something to Maul, makes him yank your hands out of the way and above your head, your legs closing around Maul’s owns and Savage should be afraid, should be ready to flee or fight or kill, except Maul is still deeply, powerfully purring, like a boy with a full belly after a good hunt, like a young Nightbrother pumped full of spring joy, discovering the frenzied hungers of his own body, like a blessing and curse.

“You did it all wrong,” Maul whispers against your ear and Savage does not know how Maul thinks he can do this right because he knows nothing of this, of his own zabrak body drunk on your pheromones, of the danger of holding you down and holding you still and of how strange it is for you to still be begging please, please, please. Maul knows nothing but neither does Savage because he can hear your mewling, your horrible, terrible (wonderful) cry of pleasure and the squelching clench of your sex as Maul slips a still gloved finger inside you and makes you writhe and makes you sweat and makes you do things that have Savage panting for breath and desperately fighting an arousal he had almost thought gone from his life.

And Maul’s fingers are going in and out of you and Savage can hear it, like and unlike sex, deliciously suggestive of it but no treacherous velvet softness around his own member to distract him, no witch to protect his brother from, just your pitiful human body at Maul’s mercy and he can perhaps, for once, understand Maul’s obsession with power, with chains. Because if he could have you like this always, subdued and compliant, reeking of sex, of happiness, perhaps he would understand why his brother says that peace is a lie. Because this, Maul’s ragged breathing, your warm legs brushing Savage’s body whenever his brother pushes inside you too roughly, his own stubborn erection a dull and distant pleasure… This is better than peace.

Maul bites and you cry out in pain and joy. The blood he draws smells to Savage of Dathomir, except it’s not supposed to be yours and you’re no supposed buck under Maul, to beg for more, to make Savage want to flee, want to stay, want to bite down on something (you). He does not know what you’re supposed to do but Maul’s body does. And Savage can almost taste it when Maul slides between your legs. He knows the instinct, the insatiable hunger.

Because Maul is relentless, unskilled and determined and when you protest he snarls at you and makes you melt back into the bed. When your hips buck up his hands grind them back down and he is strong and impossible to guide and you’re at his mercy. And it’s both too much and not enough, each hot swipe of his tongue, each ravenous sound of ecstasy from deep in the back of his throat, reverberating against your legs and your sex and all of it is hot and alive under him.

Savage can feel it in the Force, ravenously, darkly pulsing between them. Feed, rend, take, breed. Every Nightbrother’s prayer, singing through Savage’s veins, through his groin and the unbearable hardness of his member. Because he wants that taste too, not yours, but the terrible taste of Maul’s sheer joy in you, in your thighs clamping against his horns, shredding the tender skin, wanting him so much, so much closer that blood is a price worth paying. The torrent of desire and lust and sheer want, that Maul can’t even stop. His tongue inside you, his teeth grazing you and his voice, whenever he deigns to stop for a breath, no longer velvety, but raw and impossibly deep panting yes, yes, yes.

And Savage can almost smell you climaxing, choking back his brother’s name and Maul’s making a noise like a wounded animal and lapping at the blood smearing your thighs too quick and too sudden. You’re still coming and you don’t want to stop and it’s that thoughtless desire that gives you the audacity to grab Maul’s hand and place it back on your sex if he intends to continue licking greedily at the stinging mess of your thighs.

You are too far gone to notice how immediately he obeys. Savage is too focused on keeping Dathomir’s echo from intruding. But Maul… Maul rips the glove from his hand with his teeth and thrusts his fingers inside you again, quick and efficient like he is Sidious’s weapon all over again, capable, perfect, powerful. Two, three fingers inside you and his thumb on your clitoris, because he’d prepared this time, sought the knowledge of your undoing, guides it via the flood of your scent and movements and screams. You’re screaming his name and he smiles, madly, a grimace with too many teeth.

Maul feels deliriously present, because he wants and he wants and wants and feels like he’s disappearing in desire like his master had said he would, if he focused his rage enough. But this is different. Blood and the addictive potency of your wetness, better than anger, than food, than comfort. Better than anything he’s ever tasted. A thing he’s making you do, with his hands and his mouth and his skill and he can’t wait to make you do it again and again, until you have no breath to say his name anymore, until you can’t scream it and remind him he exists.

Because that’s what you’re doing now, still panting Maul, Maul, rhythmically, in time with his fingers inside you, the whole heel of his hand incessantly, cruelly rubbing the whole of your sex, still wet, still painfully sensitive, still coming for him and only him.

“Lord Maul,” he corrects you in a growl you feel reverberate to your very bones and smiles wider, wilder when you echo him. Can’t help but dive back into you, this time catching your mouth with his own, wanting the taste of your screams. He’s fucking his hand into you so hard, he can almost feel it in a member he no longer has. Hates the muted quality of his lust, his passion, as much as he feels comforted by it. He has control, but at what price? It is not worthy of a Sith, this fear of his own hunger and he finds himself furiously taking it out on the already abused skin of your neck, biting you again, getting another heavenly mouthful of your blood.

But this time you do cry out in pain, tense up beneath him and his reaction is instinctive and immediate. First to subdue you, and then to peer into your face, anxious for a second and then annoyed at his show of weakness. It’s like the air’s been punched out of him, the moment he lays eyes on you: smeared with blood and yet still panting and reaching for him. You nudge something deep inside him, the memory of all the dead things he’d desired and had to forgo. Kilindi in her pool of blood. Eldra. Sidious’s women… and it’s nauseating how much it makes him want you. Agony, the sith masters of old had said, would free him. He does not know it now, face hiding in the crook of your neck, he does not know what he would do with freedom.

Savage is on you so fast it’s dizzying, ready to rip his brother from your arms, would have in fact ripped those arms off your body if only you hadn’t looked at him. Pleading. Scared. Still covered in blood and none of it Maul’s, for all he’s the one whimpering like a rancor just gored him. You are terrified but you don’t let him go, refuse even to let Savage pry your fingers off his back and he doesn’t know what to do when there’s no wound to tend to, no hurt to soothe, no enemy to kill. Just pain.

When a Nightbrother gets like this, there’s very little to be done, he’d been told. But you don’t know that and Savage has tried very hard to forget. When Savage had found Maul, gibbering in agony in Lotho Minor, he hates that his first thought had been to put him down, put an end to his suffering, to do what he should have done ages ago. But Savage cannot, not then and not now. Savage could not do it to Feral when they had been young and alone and too stupid to be afraid, and he will fight the ichor in his very veins to stop himself from doing it again.

Because Savage is not like Maul… or like you. He does not know how to endure, how to put things back together after they’re broken. There are things Savage will never come back from, will never crawl out of, will never survive. He has failed already, as a Nightbrother in trying to keep one brother from the Sisters and another from you. Failed just by trying and failed in the attempt. He will not survive this, but Maul will. Maul will survive you and Savage will make sure he will. If he has to let you hold Maul, let you soothe him, let you speak softly and constantly to him while he murmurs always remember, always remember, then he will. If he has to endure the stench of your arousal and your fear and your love, then he will. And he will put the bacta on your shredded thighs and help you hold Maul together and try not to hate the sight of your tears and try not to love when you hand him his brother to hold, the three of you together, nestled against each other, making sure Maul survives.

#darth maul x reader #savage opress x reader #darth maul smut #savage opress smut #star wars #star wars fanfiction #tw: blood #tw: noncon #no noncon happening here but Savage has some errrrm interesting thots re sex with the womenfolk #he’s still not exactly fucking but he’s getting there I think

[eloquentmoon]

MY BELOVED MOON

I adore your writing. ESPECIALLY your smut and when I saw this list I turned about 5 different shades of red. How could I possibly choose?!

..... But I did.

Can I pls get 18 with Savage...?!

🥺

👉👈

I just need to be drowning in his cum pls thx. Like get as sloppy and filthy as you want. The dirtier the better. 😵‍💫🥵

My dearest, darling Candy. Thank you for this prompt. I had the BEST time writing this. I lost my mind a couple times because Savage is just so swoon-worthy. I hope you enjoy it!

“Swallow.”

Pairing: Savage x F!Reader

Summary: Savage Opress rails F!Reader. Messily.

Rating: Explicit. This work is 18+ due to sexual content, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

Word Count: 3.2k

TW/CW: Filth. Dominant!Savage. Size kink, praise kink, slight degradation kink, dirty talk, lots of spit and cum. Spitting, biting and smacking. Vaginal fingering, unprotected PiV sex, f!receiving oral sex and m!recieving oral sex. Cum swallowing.

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Whenever you and Savage become intimate, it is an event that lasts. The time slips by rapidly, minutes become hours, and hours elapse into days as you lose yourselves in the bliss of one another's bodies. 

Tonight is no exception. 

As usual, he devours you almost immediately, his lips finding yours as though magnetised the very instant you step into his chambers. He takes his time from the start, relishing each moment he has you at his will. His kiss is deep and wet, his tongue dipping past your teeth as he peels away both his and your clothes slowly. He uses such frustrating languid movements, and it’s as intoxicating as it is infuriating. Savage is able to so easily stoke your arousal, nurturing your desires for him with his impassioned, possessive kisses and feather-light touches until your lust is urgent. He knows how to make you ache, how to steadily unravel you. He likes rendering you weak, making himself all that you are able to think about, his touch all that you are able to perceive. And so he always insists on a sluggish pace, knowing that his taunting only makes you burn for him further. 

Each touch he permits you is electric, and by the Stars you need him this very instant - but it does not matter how much you beg him to touch or fuck you now, he is steadfast in his lethargic progress. He likes to really watch and feel you fall apart under his hands, to savour your scent and your taste. To rile you up with his bite, to physically mark and bruise you so your body is claimed as his before he even begins to have his way with you. He enjoys making you squirm, finds amusement in seeing what precious sounds he can tease out of your sweet, pretty mouth with such little effort. As he strips you down, he starts to use his teeth on you - beginning just beneath your ear. He takes sharp, fervid mouthfuls of your skin, and the lower he goes, the harsher his bite. As his mouth laps at your throat, his rough palms relish in caressing every plane of your body and his long nails tickle and scratch at the curves of your frame.

After what feels like a lifetime, you are both finally naked and on his bed, and he lays you down on your back. Your skin shines with evidence of his tongue, and stings with the markings left by his teeth. His gleaming eyes relish in the sight of you, bare and naked beneath him, your body now framed between his large hands. Savage takes a moment to enjoy just how tiny you look when he holds you beneath him like this, so willing yet so vulnerable. Similarly, you look up at him looming over you, drinking in just how large and imposing he is - and you swear you feel your cunt dripping with lust. How delicious it is to submit yourself to such a man, to be so all-possessed by him.

His mouth soon continues to enjoy the taste of your skin, biting and licking down the column of your throat, your collarbone. He stops when he gets to your breasts, purring softly as he nudges his nose into your increasingly tender and sensitive flesh. He begins pinching and nibbling the buds of your hardened nipples at once. He sucks and squeezes at your chest with increasing vivacity, and what sharp twinges he inflicts upon you only deepens that thick, mind-numbing need for him.

“Please,” you whisper. You curl your fingers around his horns, keening into his mouth, yet also naturally pushing him lower, encouraging him down. You hear him chuckle into your breasts.

“Needy little thing,” he scolds you. His words send a cool shudder rippling through you, his breath caressing your now wet skin, dampened from his tongue’s efforts. You whine in agreement, your legs opening as wide as you can get them, your drenched cunt calling for his attention. 

“Yes, yes I am,” you groan. “I need you, Savage. Please.”

Mercifully, he obliges. He begins to drag his teeth across and away from your nipples, then continues his journey down your abdomen, lower and lower, until he passes your pubis. He promptly dives in - burying his face in the slickness between your thighs. 

You cry out for him, the hot lap of his tongue euphoric. You are quickly begging him for friction, for him to put more pressure on you, to please penetrate you. He responds by licking a lazy, hot stripe up the slit of your cunt, and you just know that he adores teasing you in this way. He further feasts at your wetness with a hearty groan, the taste of your sex so delicious and addicting. Your hands fist the bed sheets beneath you, and you bear down onto his face, in utter despair for more of him.

“Patience,” he assures you, his voice a rich, deep vibration as he talks into your sodden cunt. 

He is persistent as he subjects you to the strength of his large hot tongue, and it is an incredible, dizzying pleasure that soon tempts an orgasm forward. He goes between sucking and swirling at your clit, nipping lightly at the folds of your outer labia, and then fucking your tightness with his tongue. He does not relent until he's panting for air, and his hot breath tickles the insides of your thighs. You moan his name, grinding back down on to his face. His strong arms now engulf your hips as he keeps going, this time holding you still so you can no longer buck forward. He tortures you by preventing you the friction you so desperately crave, allowing you only the pleasure that he deems you worthy of. Which for now: is his tongue, and his tongue only.

His mouth and his control makes you so hot, and by the time he pulls back from between your legs, you are the most drenched that you have ever been. It seems to be becoming an increasingly messy session, your cunt as wet as it is, Savage’s tattooed face now glistening with your slick. 

He pulls back, feeling merciful in the face of your desperate impatience, of how soaked you are for him - and he now towers over you on his knees, still positioned between your legs. His large, rough hands squeeze at the soft flesh of your thighs, his line of sight is fixed devoutly on your drenched slit. As he moves his fingers to your clit, he spits down at your cunt, seemingly also enjoying the messiness of this encounter. When you cry out an appreciative moan at such treatment he meets your eyes and smirks, then looks back between your legs and does it again. He then begins to play with your clitoris with one hand, rubbing sweet, breathy whines from you as he then fucks his saliva into you with the index and middle fingers of his other. 

Searing flares of gushing heat ricochet throughout your body, and as Savage uses his thick fingers to stretch you out, fucking you with them to prepare you for his cock - you feel the call of your climax once again. 

“Yes, yes, please keep going,” you breathily encourage him. “Get me ready, Savage.”

He adds another finger and you hiss at the gorgeous stretch, groaning and writhing beneath him. 

Each time he plunges in and out of you, you are thrown further to the flames of your orgasm, until soon you are right there. You clench onto him and he hums his approval.

“That’s it,” he drawls, “cum on my fingers.” 

He is rubbing those perfect little circles into your clitoris fast, and those zaps of pleasure join the fray of your arousal, the sweet volts throwing you to mercy of your orgasm. He moves his other fingers faster, knowing that fucking you with such a momentum usually sends you over the edge. And it does. 

Your climax engulfs your nerves like a riptide, showering your body with that mind-blowing gratification. You mewl his name as it washes over you, your eyes squeezed tight and your back arched, your legs beginning to shake by the time the fury of it abates. 

Then you feel him remove himself from inside of you, and you groan at the sudden emptiness, your dismay explicit in your pathetic whines. He shuts you up by sliding two fingers between your lips, and you lap at the taste of yourself with a hum, knowing that he wants to share your cum with you. 

“Good girl,” he mutters, feeling how ardently your tongue licks your own slickness from his fingers, how enthusiastically you suck on him. Then he curses as your body slackens from such an enthralling frenzy, and he brings his fingers from your mouth with a pop to return them to your cunt.

He dips back inside of you, and you flutter open your eyes to look at him. His line of sight is fixed between your legs, and he now has his cock in his hand. He ferociously works himself as he plays with your cunt, his face slightly softened by his own pleasure, and the anticipation of your heat. Your eyes widen and your mouth waters at the sight.

Everything about Savage is big, and his cock is no exception. Both his girth and length are impressively large, intimidatingly so. It took much patience from the both of you before you were able to take him at first - but now, with much practice and experience with each other, you have come to be able to easily enjoy every inch of him. 

He meets your eyes with a smirk, then removes his hand from you. He transfers what wetness remains on his fingers to his cock, rubbing himself with your slickness. He hums a growl as he lines up the tip of his thick hardness at your entrance. 

You bite your lip, moaning enthused whimpers and think: finally.

But that blissful feeling of fullness does not arrive, and you hear him tsk. With a disappointed groan, you look up at him in confusion. 

“What?” you ask.

He runs his eyes over you one more time, and with a growl he grabs you and flips you over, easily positioning you into the way he wants you to be. He pulls your hips up and tugs you to him, pushing the back of your head down and grabbing your wrists in one hand, holding them to your lower back.

“I want to use you,” he mutters, lust thickly coating his voice.

Your core flares at such words, more of your wetness seeping out of you.

“Please,” you encourage him, twisting your head to try and look at him behind you. “I am yours to use.” 

He exhales a proud groan, delighted with your submission. He brings his hand to his mouth to wet his fingers, then he proceeds to rub his girthy cock with his own spittle. Then he aligns himself at your entrance, and slowly pushes inside of you. 

The splitting sensation that follows his ravishing intrusion sends an erotic shudder up your spine. When he is inside, he removes his hand from his cock to wrench your head up by your hair, pushing your face back down so you are no longer looking at him. The momentum causes him to slip in even further, and you growl your pleasure into the mattress.

“Tell me how it feels,” he drawls. Of course, he always checks in to make sure he does not hurt you, and if he is, that you like it. But he also gets off on hearing how good he makes you feel in your own words.

“Perfect,” you reassure him. “I am ready for you. Don’t hold back. Please.”

You hear a satisfied, grumbling purr from his chest. 

“Good girl.” He presses down on your two wrists that are secured in one of his hands, encouraging you to further arch your back.

You do as he suggests, and you hear that gratifying rumble again as he watches you further spread yourself open for him. His claws scratch at the globe of your ass as he slowly sinks further inside of you.

“Such a tiny little thing,” he groans, planting a harsh smack against your rear.

You cry out at the sting, but then he thrusts forward, sheathing himself even deeper. He closes his eyes at the bliss of your tight wet heat, the flesh of your ass so supple beneath his palm. He looks down at you spread open for him, held still by just one of his hands. 

You are small, pliant, vulnerable: your cunt his for the taking. He watches himself as he pushes further in, until he reaches as far as you can take him.

The stretch of him takes your breath away and you coo and mewl, losing control entirely in the feeling of such fullness, entirely at his mercy. He begins a harsh yet tantalising rhythm, the seductive wet smack of his cock penetrating you over and over again rings delicious and seductive in your ears. 

He doesn’t hold back. He takes you like the little fuck-toy you are, right from the very start.

He groans those deep, seductive growls as he uses your body for his own pleasure, thoroughly relishing in the sight of you splayed open for him, your tight cunt taking his large cock so well. Each pound of him knocks the air from your lungs, your eyes stream with tears from that aching goodness of him pummeling his weight into you. He doesn’t stop, and you lose all sense of time and space - you are soon cock-dumb, only able to comprehend the sharp hammering of his hard length. 

You inhale greedy gasps between moans, relishing in the sweet scent of your sex, listening to your own muffled whines that blur with Savage’s groans, made even hotter by the wet slapping noises of him fucking you fiercely. The taste of your own cum lingers on your tongue, the lingering sting of his bites burn on your neck - and all the stimulation is suddenly overwhelming, and you soon begin to feel the blaze of another orgasm scorch. And once it begins to burn, you cannot stop yourself from groaning the vile, smutty words that fall from your lips.

“I’m gonna cum, Savage.”

He growls that carnal rumble again, and you sob louder for him.

“Cum with me, please.”

He approves of your undoing, seeing you so wild for him makes his hand squeeze tighter at your wrists.

“Fuck your cum into me,” you moan. “Fill my cunt, Savage.”

Savage knows that you are close to your peak when you utter such filth. You sound so adorable and desperate, that he could not possibly refuse you your orgasm - but he has other plans for his own climax.

“Not this time, little one,” he purrs. “When I have had my fill of you here” - he thrusts deep, and you scream a ragged cry - “I am using your mouth to finish.” 

The deep boom of his voice almost makes you cum then and there, but you hold back, trying to relish in the bliss of his attention for as long as you can. He growls possessively, releasing your wrists from the bondage of his hand to grab your ass and use you as leverage to fuck his cock into your cunt faster. He is relentless in his rhythm, determined to have his way with you in the most carnal of ways, raw and hard. You relax into his movements, your body thrust forward again and again with each brutal pummell, your broken whines evident of how euphoric being fucked by him in this way is. 

Then you are cumming. 

It sneaks up on you suddenly, and your walls clamp down around him, the wet suck of your cunt now even more intoxicating for him. You slacken, your body now fully soft and pliable for him to ravish. He fucks you through your orgasm, and it isn’t long until you hear those deep, rugged breaths, feel him shuddering with his own imminent release behind you.

He pulls out of you suddenly, leaving you gaping and empty. He quickly manoeuvres you around so that you now face him.

His hands tug you harshly forward by your hair and you bring your lips to his shaft obediently. He looks down at you, his mouth slightly parted as he watches the wet affections of your mouth, so tiny against his large girth. You thoroughly enjoy the tortured groans he makes as you choke and gag around the tip of his hardness, keeping your wet eyes fixed on his as you struggle, unable to take him very far at all. You soon have tear stained cheeks and your own saliva drips down onto your chin.

He grabs your face with one hand and holds your mouth still, his other hand begins pumping the base of his cock. 

“Open, wide,” he demands. “And stay still.”

You obey him. He holds your jaw open with one hand, and angles the shaft of his cock into your mouth with the other. He makes the most delicious sound when he finishes, deep and unrestrained. He shoots hot ropes of cum on your tongue, and there is so much of it. He keeps pumping his cock, keeps spurting his warm thick cum into your open mouth. When he has finished, your mouth is full of his cum. He takes a moment to admire the sight of you, your lips wide open, mouth filled with his seed that slowly dribbles down your chin, on to your chest and breasts, your eyes streaming as you look up at him.

“Swallow.” 

He watches closely as you do as he says, as you bring your lips together. His eyes follow the bob of your throat as you swallow it down, and the purr that emanates from his chest at the sight is gorgeous.

“Well done,” he praises you. His hot palm cradles your cheek and you smile up at him, licking your lips. He uses his fingers to catch each spilled drop of his cum, slipping it between your lips. You lap it up, dutiful and docile, keeping your eyes wide and fixed on his.

“Beautiful,” he growls softly. He lightly taps your chin with his index finger, before falling back to the bed with a groan. You giggle at seeing him like this, this frightening, brute of a man so drowsy, weary from such intimacy. 

“Come here,” he says impatiently, opening his arms to you. 

You grin and crawl over to him, then collapse into his arms. He holds you tight, and you listen as the thud of his two hearts gradually slow. You spend the next hour resting your face against his broad, hard chest, and you catch up on the events of the past few days since you last saw each other. 

Then, inevitably, your fingers trail their way back down to his groin, and you caress him. He is now semi-erect but growing ever harder. Especially when he leans forward and looks down, when he takes in the sight of how little your pretty hands look wrapped around his large, throbbing cock.

And so it begins again.

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[stardustbee]

"let's take a bath together" for Savage :^)

You order, I deliver 🤭😊

Warnings: breast massaging, mention of p in v tell me if I should add more!

Note: just gonna say...Savage and a bathrobe...

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10. "let's take a bath together" Savage x fem!reader

The hardest day a person could imagine. Stressed, you threw your bag in the corner of your home. No reaction. Normally, Savage gave you a very warm welcome when you came back. Not today. You could hear water running and figured he was having a bad day himself and needed to relax. Maybe it was a good thing to find some relaxation separately.

So you flop onto the sofa, stretch out your arms and legs like a kitten, and were about to tune in to your favorite show that Savage didn't like anyway. Then you hear the water shut off. 

The bathroom door slammed open, hot steam escaping, and your boyfriend was standing in the doorway. "Darling…" he said, letting the door fall behind him as he walked towards you. He was naked. Although not quite. He was wearing that black, fluffy, and way too small bathrobe that you gave him. Somehow trying to cover up his naked body was ridiculous and you couldn't help but smile. 

So you stand up and stand in front of him. Without wasting another second, he pulled you close and kissed your neck. "Oh, Savage what…" He put his finger over your mouth and pointed towards the bathroom. "Let's take a bath together." His hands fiddle with your blouse, undo the buttons and massage your breasts. His lips grazed your collarbone and kissed softly. 

You couldn't help but groan and open the ridiculously small bathrobe. He dropped it on the floor, ripped off the rest of your clothes and looked you up and down. Unable to bear the distance from his lips, you throw your arms around his neck and engage him in a passionate kiss. Savage's hands have now found your soft ass cheeks and are massaging them. With one simple movement, he picked you up without breaking the kiss and you took the opportunity to wrap your legs around his waist. His erect cock was rubbing across your pussy, making you nervous and greedy. You move your hips, desperate and wanting his enormous cock inside of you without any further preparation. 

He carried you into the bathroom, slammed the door and you both more than boiled the water that night. It was just the kind of relaxation you need, and Savage knew it.

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Tagging some people! Sorry if I spam you! The writing just flowed out of my fingers 😅

@eloquentmoon @eyecandyeoz @justalittletomato @dinsverdika @literatureandqueen @oh-three @nobody-expects-the-inquisitorius @nxctuaryninetythree @moonstrider9904 @darthmaussy @by-the-primes @kimageddon

#drabble requests #savage opress #savage #savage opress smut #savage opress x reader #star wars #i am weak for him

[moonstrider9904]

Pairing: Savage Opress x Fem!Reader

Tags/Warnings: Explicit sexual content. 18+. Overstimulation, squirting, unprotected vaginal sex (please wear protection irl), vaginal fingering, multiple orgasms, female oral receiving.

This prompt and pairing was a request!

Word count: 945

Kinktober Day 15: Overstimulation

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You already couldn’t fully make out the details of your own ceiling anymore, and you’d lost count of the amount of times your body had squirmed and writhed onto your bed. You could make sense of Savage’s hands surrounding the unions of your legs with your hips, an effort of his to keep you from wiggling too much, something you’d unconsciously done the longer he spent between your legs.

Your pussy felt wet and raw, your flesh overridden with waves of sparks as Savage continued flicking his tongue over your clit, switching expertly between fast and slow, smaller and broader strokes. Your eyes rolled back and your back arched once more as another orgasm mounted with the rest, and your hips trembled in Savage’s firm grip, your moans softening as you succumbed to an almost mindless state of bliss. 

Despite hardly being able to think anymore, your hand snaked down and you eased your fingers through his horns, pressing Savage harder towards your clit, unwilling to have him stop now.

You felt his lips form a crescent against your flesh before he emerged, his striking gaze looking up at you. “Have you not yet had enough, little one?”

Grinning, you shook your head. “I still need you.”

He gave you another smirk, one you didn’t see, and he dove back into your cunt, feasting on you all over again without a thought of holding back. You moaned out loud with your head pressing back onto your bed, your free hand fisting the bedsheet while you kept pressing Savage into your flesh for more of that sweet heat. Every groan and purr that he gave made you whimper; a beautiful compliment to his already luscious love-making to your pussylips.

Savage wouldn’t dream of keeping you there, aching and still thirsting for more, and as you squirmed in his grip, he slid two of his long, strong fingers inside you and curved them inside your walls, reaching that sweet, forbidden spot. You would dare say he did so perfectly; your body grinded into the mattress and your hips lightly fucked his face as he continued, and the pleasure made you rise, propped on your forearms as you moaned in disbelief of the ecstasy.

By the time you reached your next orgasm, you were screaming. You felt the intense waves pouring themselves inside your walls and on your clit, your body secured only by Savage’s strong hands on you. As your vision went by, you felt a quick, sharp sensation of sheer lust and pleasure pool and release in your pelvis, and you felt your wetness squirting out of you, splashing on his face and drawing a ravenous growl from him. 

Savage took it as his cue to pause, and with a lustful grin, yet tinted with adoration, he looked at you splattered on the bed with your chest heaving up and down.

“Why…” You sighed. “Why have you stopped?”

Savage gave a low laugh. “You really are hungry, little one.”

You gathered enough strength to look up at him, your vision focusing on his features. “Savage?”

“Yes?” His eyes softened a bit as they expected your answer.

But, though you were tired, you grinned at him with passion. “I need you to fuck me.”

Savage laughed. “Do not make a request you’ll regret.”

“I won’t,” you said, reaching out for his wrist and pulling him towards you as your features grew desperate. “Please… I need you inside me…”

As you pulled him even closer to you, Savage positioned himself above you. His hand delicately cupped your cheek, holding you like his greatest treasure, while between your legs, he began to slide himself down your entrance. You knew never to underestimate his size; the fullness he could grant you was incomparable to anything or anyone else. Softly, your moaning turned into whimpering, finally feeling the impact of every orgasm he’d given you.

Slowly, Savage began to thrust into you. His lips found yours, capturing you in a tender kiss that matched his pace; in your current state, he wouldn’t need greater speed to make you see stars. He felt as your arms went around his back, your fingers tracing the markings on his skin so delicately it made him smile into you. 

You finally willed your eyes open, gazing into Savage’s beautiful irises briefly before your gaze had to roll back again. Gentle as he was being, you were on another level you’d never known before, writhing at what would be considered merely the beginning by Savage’s standards. 

Pulling apart from the kiss, you bit your lower lip, sighing, a sight you knew would make Savage crave more. You knew you’d been successful when he thrust faster into you, showing only a fraction of his strength yet making the poor bed creak underneath you, its headboard bumping the wall in tandem with his rhythm. Your moans grew louder until you whined and mewled, needy for more despite having already reached your limit when your walls clenched around Savage’s hard length.

You gave out shortly after that, your body falling limp onto the mattress. You could make out the sound of Savage’s soft laughter in the background, hazy as if it belonged in a dream, and soon, you longed for the fullness between your legs. You reached your hand out, hoping to touch him, to convince him to give you more.

Instead, you felt Savage helping you sit up on the bed, later shifting your position for you to be more relaxed.

“Let me look after you now,” he spoke into your ear before softly kissing you on the temple, even though you were already halfway through falling asleep.

#moon's 2022 kinktober #moonstrider writes #savage opress #savage opress x reader #savage opress x reader smut #savage opress smut #tcw smut #star wars smut

[nikscribbles]

The Nightbrothers, a preview

Check out the full cuts, as well as some spicy outfit alternatives, on my Patreon now that all three are up!

#nightbrothers #feral #savage opress #darth maul #star wars #get your smut on

[dathomirdumpsterfire]

~Snacks of Dathomir Snippet~

You grab your buy'ce off the counter and snag one of grandpa's knives in a reverse grip, then you go to check out that noise.

There's a body on the stairs.

With all due caution, you lean out a bit and call, “Hello? Are you dead?”

“Mnnggg,” the body replies. Oh good, still kicking.

“Are you one of the Opress brothers?” you ask hopefully.

“Ngh?” they reply, turning to squint blearily up at you.

It's a man, or male looking at least. Horned. Tattooed. Average height and build. Yellow, with a smidge of orange. Hot as fuck, honestly.

“... messare Feral?” you try. That was the youngest one, right?

“Yeah,” he manages, pupils two different sizes. “Fff- nng. You?”

“I'm your new chef, uh, nice to meet you… do you want help getting to medical?”

Probably-Feral flops back down onto the stairs, and mumbles something inaudible with a tone of supreme annoyance.

[Light hearted & spicy / Learn some mando'a / Cooking recipes / Non-specific 'you' protag / Nonserious fluff / Nightbrother culture]

#this is going to complete trash #sterotypes and problematic behavior and moral bankruptcy and violence and horrible flirting and sporadic updates and quiche #star wars #darth maul #savage opress #feral opress #sith #zabrak #nightbrothers #dathomir #x reader #fanfiction #silly smut and literal cooking recipes #you wanna learn mando'a? #i'm going to be injecting more and more as we go #nightbrother culture #nightmagick #nightsisters #cooking show bullshit #confession: i don't know how to cook #confession: i'm using a translator to make up fancy names for the food #confession: i don't know how being a professional chef works #this entire thing is built on sitcom stereotypes #the smut ain't happening right away it's not the point #the point is chaffles

[bacarasbabe]

Zabrak Masterlist

A place for all my fics about Darth Maul and Savage Opress. This covers The Clone Wars, Rebels, Legends, and my own silly AU's. Dividers by @saradika

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Darth Maul

Series

Beat the Devil's Tattoo Masterlist - Updating

2021 Kinktober fic featuring Demon!Maul x Witch!Reader - 21/31 Chapters Completed - 26.8k words - Explicit

Darth Maul Pride and Prejudice AU List

Just my silly goofy collection of my Darth Maul Regency AU. Darth Maul is Mr. Darcy and the reader insert is Lizzy. Includes art, edits, fic drabbles and anything else I feel like making

One Shots & Drabbles

Maul + Injury (hurt/comfort)

Character + Fic Trope Prompt - 850 Words - Mature

On Top

What happens when the reader uses the Force to pin down Maul - 800 Words - Mature

Improper Use of The Force

Maul uses the Force inappropriately on the reader - 1.3k Words - Explicit

Inky Black

Drabble/headcanon about tracing Maul's tattoos with your tongue - 400 Words - Explicit

Maul Using the Force

5 sentence hc about Maul using the Force to check in with the Reader - Mature

Maul and Breath Play

Five sentence hc about Maul and breath play - Explicit

Maul + Kissing the marks you left in them

Five sentence fic request - Mature

Savage Opress

Underneath

Reader used the Force to pin Savage's hands above his head - 900 Words - Explicit

Savage and cock warming

5 sentence hc about cock warming Savage - Explicit

Savage is too big to fit

Size difference 5 sentence hc - Explicit

Savage + I don't like them looking at you

Five sentence fic request - Mature

Savage + Putting a hand over their mouth to keep quiet

Five sentence fic request - Explicit

#masterlist #zabrak masterlist #darth maul smut #maul smut #darth maul #darth maul x you #darth maul x reader #maul x you #maul x reader #savage opress #savage opress smutt #savage opress x reader #savage opress x you #savage x you #savage x reader

[ohboi]

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i think that savage can be loud with a lot of things but not with sex. like i think that good dick or pussy shuts him right up in the best way possible, save for some quiet cursing and soft whines.

#cw: smut #savage opress

[thenightmarketofdathomir]

Some Filthy Savage Headcanons

There are no downsides to falling asleep with Savage inside you except the mess... and let’s be honest, that’s the maid’s problem. Not yours. 

Pairing: Savage Opress x Reader (GN, no y/n) Rating: Explicit CW: Cockwarming, oral (giving), body fluids, size kink, mate marking, penetrative sex (or, when choose your hole is like choose your own adventure)

Some filthy Savage headcanons because the tag’s been a bit too clean as of late. 

- Stars, his balls are good. When he’s aroused they tighten up, tucking into his body like two enormous, hairless brula fruit that you can coax back down with your mouth. The musk-heat of him is enough to get you hot when you tuck your nose against his sack, drooling for a taste. You can’t take the whole nut into your mouth, but half, maybe, if your jaw is relaxed. He appreciates that you try. He likes it when you use your tongue to palpate the gap between them. It gets him semi-hard to watch you worship him with your face. Loves seeing the smears of his pre-come on your cheeks like he’s marked you as his. 

- He’s a deep sleeper, so you know how long you’ve got, crouched between his legs with his soft cock against your tongue, before he wakes up. You can coax  his to hardness by tonguing his frenulum and licking around his knob, but it’s more fun to take four or five inches of his girth while he’s soft before you start gagging on it. Stay down long enough, waiting for him to get hard, and he’ll grope for the back of your head, still half asleep, while starting to fuck your mouth until it slips out. You try to hold him as long as you can, but there are other places that make a better fit after a few fingers and a little stretching.

- He loves stuffing you full right before bed, whatever hole’s available to take him, one hand around your throat to hold you in place while he empties load after load, plugging you up with himself so you can’t move. You can feel how full he leaves you, everything slippery and fluid as he rolls you into the cradle of his arms and over -- you the little plaything, and him the big teddy bear. “Don’t drip. Keep it all in,” he’ll tell you before you drift off to slumber, body contented but feeling that fullness even as he softens. When you wake the next morning, comfortably tucked in and already pre-lubricated from the night before, there’s no talking as Savage starts moving -- grinding his hips into your body as every thrust spills your efforts across the mattress.

#savage opress #savage opress x reader #savage opress x you #no y/n #spicy #savage opress smut #opress bros smut #Star Wars smut

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Chapters: 4/? - chapter link Fandom: Star Wars Prequel Trilogy, Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Implied/referenced rape/noncon due to setting, mild dubcon Relationships: OFC Nightsister/Savage Opress, Former Dooku/Sifo-Dyas, Eventual Nico Diath/Sifo-Dyas Characters: Original Nightsister Character(s), Savage Opress, Feral, Sifo-Dyas, Kilindi Matako, Darth Maul, ensemble cast Genre: Gender Role Reversed Bodice-Ripper, Action/Adventure, Romance, Friendship

Thyonvera has always wanted to escape Dathomir. She wasn't expecting her journey to freedom to include a captured Jedi Master, overly dramatic Sith Lords, ploting clan elders, and a war that threatens to take away everything she's won out of life.

Or, Savage Opress never expected he'd end up enjoying his time as a Nightsister's pet.

Reviews ”It feels like an epic fantasy novel - I love it!” ”THERE IS SMUT.”

In this fic enjoy plotting plots, daring escapes, Savage getting his bodice ripped and having a nice time, feral Jedi Masters (and Jedi Feral), Darth Maul making friends, and Sifo-Dyas’s journey from sad divorcee imprisoned by darksiders to the presumed leader of a ‘Sith’ cult. Somehow this saves the galaxy. Dooku really should have asked for a prenup.

#my fics #nightsister oc #savage opress #savage opress x oc #feral opress #sifo-dyas #dathomir #sw fanfic #star wars fanfiction #chapter 4 is up! #smut starts chapter 8

[stardustbee]

hey bee 🐝 for the drabble challenge, for maul or savage pls!!!! 🥺👉🏻👈🏻 two options:

18. "some people are just worth it to suffer for."

or

30. "let's keep it a secret."

((angst mode has been activated))

Oh darling Honeymoon… first of all thanks for sending these! It was really fun writing!

My vocabulary does not know the word "or"...Specially not if you send in a request! So here have them both my Honey ♡♡

I hope you like this little drapple I have done 😳🤗 (with some things that I was to shy to post yet 🙊)

Warnings: Minors DNI! mention of blood, injuries, mention of violence, biting, choking, vaginal fingering, pet name and what ever I forgot please tell me!

Note: As always I apologise for every typing mistake done here! As usual I translate it from my native language to English 😊😊

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18. "some people are just worth it to suffer for." - Savage x fem!reader

It was clear that something like this would happen. Something had to happen one day. You knew what you were getting into, so why are you crying? Your hand swam in his and you tried everything you could to help him. Blood ran down the piece of cloth you were holding against his stomach. "It's okay..." gasped the big, yellow Zabrak. Savage Opress, hurt by gutter scum for wanting to protect you, his precious little flower. He had managed that though, but in the rush he didn't notice the second attacker with the blade. And so it has to come as it is now. A blade stuck into the stomach of the mighty Zabrak. Still, the attackers lied dead and beheaded somewhere in the underground of the city. 

"I'm so sorry..." you whimper and sob. You had torn a piece of fabric from your top and were trying to somehow make a makeshift bandage. Savage stroked your head and looked at you. Then he put your hand under your chin and kissed you. "Some people are just worth it to suffer for." Your sobs diminished somewhat, but your worried face was still there. He wiped the tears from your cheeks and kissed you again, this time on the forehead. "You don't think that little bit will kill me, do you, little flower?" he brought out spitefully. Crying again, you wrinkle your nose and wrap your arms around the Zabrak's massive body a little brutally. A loud, pained growl escaped his mouth as a sharp, hot pain shot through him from throwing your full weight against him and the wound. You cried into his chest for a long time and Savage couldn't keep the smile from his lips despite the pain and your obvious concern.

30. "let's keep it a secret." Crime Lord!Maul x fem!reader

You were just done. Your first time in a long time and then with a Zabrak. And not just anyone, no, you had to meet the leader of "Crimson Dawn", by accident. When you ended up in the bedroom of the galaxy's greatest crime lord, Maul, you didn't want to think about it. 

You were still surprised, happily surprised, at what a man with a cybernetic crotch can do. So wild, so much to offer. He fucked you like and wild animal and his stamina didn't seem to have an end.

You naively thought, that you could sneak out and let this behind you. Getting involved with men like that is just not a good idea. Sneaking away an even worse one. You were collecting your clothes. Every inch of your body hurts. Bites, bruises and endless hours of both of you giving the other the highest peak of pleasure someone can imagine. A hand wrapped around your neck and you were pulled back onto the bed with pressure. "Where are you going?" His voice was cold and dark and he pulled the words out of his mouth uncomfortably. Sweat pooled on your forehead and your mouth was dry. 

"Lord Maul..." you just managed to get out. The pressure grew. "That wasn't the answer to my question." Your eyes twitched back and forth nervously. There has to be some way out...you have to say something. 

"Say what you want to say, pet." He released his grip so you could speak. You had started stammering something and explained that since you were both respected by people it wouldn't be good to see the two of you. Questions would be asked and rumors would be spread. So you said, "Let's keep it a secret." 

Clever, you thought, but once again you didn't think about who you were dealing with. Another squeeze around your neck, this time it was like a ghost hand reaching for you. "Me? A secret?" Maul pulled you closer to him with a mere wave of his hand. His face was very close to yours now and you could feel his breath. "Look at me. Look at you. I'm far from done with you." He gently stroked your cheek, your neck, then your breasts to your clit, that was still so sensitive and neatly reacted to the touch. Forcefully he put two of his fingers inside without giving you any mercy. "That's not our little secret. Everyone should see who you belong to. You belong to me." He pushed you back onto the bed and placed himself between your spread legs. You could feel the cold of his cybernetic legs. He bites your neck and you feel yourself dying for him again, again and after some really long hour's, again. 

Everyone in the building could hear what he did to you that night and nobody even tried or thought of interrupting you two.

This sure would not be a secret to the underworld of "Crimson Dawn".

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Tagging some people how might be interested ♡

@justalittletomato @eyecandyeoz @by-the-primes @moonstrider9904 @kimageddon @oh-three @nobody-expects-the-inquisitorius @nxctuaryninetythree @dinsverdika @hellseggcarton @darthmaussy

#promt answer #darth maul #maul #crime lord maul #savage opress #savage #star wars #a little bit of smut

[eloquentmoon]

haven't written nearly enough smut recently

#last was cad bane and that seems so long ago #maybe I'll do some savage opress smut. just because. i crave the big guy #oooh #oooooh #hehehehe