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facelesswoman666 · 1 year

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What’s Bad is so Good!

summary: The Lords of the Sith catch you masturbating✨

Smut 18+ minors DNI please.

These are all one shots, no plot just pure smut. you’re welcome bitches xo

otherwise enjoy! and please comment if or what you would like to see again.

Degradation warning ❗️ and the men being cocky as per usual 👏

GIF NOT MINE!

Maul

One knees was raised, and the other lay flatly on the mattress, beaded with lustful sweat. Her fingers caressed herself, down her skin and trailed gently over the curve of her hips and dip of her pelvis. She slid those two fingers, wet tipped by saliva down to her clit, circling gently, hungrily, as though a wanton woman were touching her body for her. This was not her, this was his doing, yet he watched her. Dark amber eyes, ringed with crimson that bore into her body, her skin. He longed to touch her, though he never expressed it, it made him hard. Pathetically hard “What is this my apprentice” he interrogated, clawed hands sliding over the walls of her room. The girl never froze, faltered or showed any sign of meekness, she pumped two soaked fingers in and out of herself whilst staring him dead in the eye. “Can’t speak” he tittered, smirking at the edges of his lips, reaching a finger down to stroke her smooth legs “Let me taste you, and i will render you more speechless than you appear to be presently my apprentice” The moan caught in her throat, what did he think he was offering.

Kylo

He had caught her, funny thing isn’t it, the inability to keep her fingers out of her lovely cotton panties. She was stretched, lying languidly on the table where he met with the commanders of the First order navy and militia. Whore. Her fingers weren’t visible to him but it was simple to hear that they were stolen away inside her, the wet squelching of them the least irritating thing about the whole situation. Ren had to deal with this, and quickly “You are a lady of the sith, not a whore” his modulated voice consumed the space in a minute, she giggled, intoxicated on vibrant lust and burning with internal desire. He stepped closer, fingers grazing her foot at the edge of the obsidian table and one swift movement dragged her down to meet his steel visor “if you wish to be a whore, then i would take great pleasure in filling your mouth and cleansing that dirty tongue” He pressed his hands to her hips and swivelled her round so that her face could hand off the edge and began rubbing his clothed self roughly against her mouth.

Darth Talon x masc!reader

The reinforced leather collided with his cheek, all left behind was a reddened slap mark across the left side of his face “Pathetic boy, toying with your parts while i am training to fight to protect you” she spat, leaving lines of milky white spittle near your eye. Her accent was silk to his ears, she had never been a native of ryloth but her accent carried through. She lifted her leg so that her thigh was level with his eyes and her other leg left standing on the black stone floor, she wore nothing but tight leather panties that draped leather from either side down to her ankles, she was mostly exposed “is this what you want?” she taunted, pulling her panties to the side in a slow seductive movement to reveal her pussy. He nearly salivated, in a whispering plea he begged her to let him taste it, fuck it, deeply and slowly. She turned away “learn to control yourself before you fuck the most wanted woman in the galaxy my apprentice” she stripped the leather drapery from her panties and her rounded red cheeks showed, black with tribal tattoos. She strode from the room and left him hungry, left his cock exposed and dripping with pre cum but she stayed, leaning against the door, teasing her nipples and pressing her breasts together as a small show. Her smirk faded as her footsteps receded down the hallway.

Vader

The girl was in complete silence, she hadn’t uttered a word since she decided to smuggle her way into Lord Vader’s personal TIE advanced fighter, after all being the head engineer on the specialised project aided in missions of this specific danger level. Oh gods, what had she gotten herself into, but there it was, his glove, his strong leather glove that smelt of amber and a clean smokey musk. She grasped it in her fingers, inhaled a strong breath and felt pleasure wrack her senses. Her spit soaked fingers trailed down her black wool tunic and into her pants, rubbing feverishly with pleasured panic, smelling every breath of him. She lay back and allowed herself to begin to look upon stars. “What are you doing in my ship?” a voice whispered in her ear, the tone so deliciously low, she uttered an unintelligible sentence, more or less a moan. He scooped up the stranger and pressed her ass to his lap, tipping her head back against his shoulder “let me take that from you, and let me see what is underneath this plain uniform” Lord Vader tore the trousers from her legs with ease, smiling under his mask, he had never been so satisfied with a finding. He pushed her knees back against his shoulders and one leather clad finger into her at a steady pace. Her pleasure became increasingly apparent as he fucked her with one finger “you are lucky i was merciful on you, sweet thing” She had not yet realised this reality was not a dream nor a vision.

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antares-ct-9905 · 1 year

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thenightmarketofdathomir · 2 years

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The Ritual - Darth Maul x Reader

Pairing: Darth Maul x Reader (AFAB Cis), Fanged God as Maul/Reader Rating: Explicit Word Count: 10,914 words Warnings: Edgeplay, Knife/Talon Play, Blood Play/Kink, Choking/Asphyxiation, Bondage, Degradation, D/s overtones, Sacred Sex/Heiros Gamos, P in V, Nightsister Magic, Revival of Ancient Dathomiri Culture/Customs, Alien Biology, Cybernetics in full effect (Robo Cock), Early Crimson Dawn Era, Deity Possession, no use of y/n Notes: For @grinningnexu 🖤❤️🖤

Summary:

The new Lord of Dathomir is set on reviving and bastardizing ancient traditions, and you, a Priestess, are intent on doing your job — no matter how off-putting he is.

There is only one rule you need to remember: the Gods must be appeased.

Excerpt below or Read the full fic at Ao3 >

Foreword —

Etched into the walls of the Red Grotto, stoic beneath the dripping walls and calcified creeper that drape the ancient parts of the cave system beneath the mountain, markings made by nimble Nightbrother fingers tell a story in pictures:

A zabrak descended from the cliffside, a crown of horns on his head, to be bathed in the springs by careful hands of his consorts, reborn and renewed after the hunt.

The drawings, etched in hydraatis acid, have withstood three millennia of change above, from witches to the Nightsisters to their Brothers’ reclaiming, and yet remain:

This is Dathomir, at its deepest heart.

And like the darkness that gathers here, where the whispers of ancient voices can still be heard when the waters are stirred, some things endure:

The ritual has never changed.

But the King will reign once more.

The Red Grotto, Dathomir —

There’s no one here.

That’s your first thought after tripping down the last set of spiralling stone stairs and nearly upending the tray of salts and oils and soaps you were tasked to bring into the bathing chambers, expecting his return from the westernmost swamps from a rancor hunt. As if anyone did that anymore. More ritual and pomp, you thought. Something to appease the halls full of guests from the syndicates because some traditions kept the kitchens staffed and everyone else fed, but —

No one expected he’d actually go through with that ancient Dathomiri custom: a rancor hunt to feed a full hall of people but also to demonstrate a Nightbrother’s prowess; his virility.

The thing is… you’ve heard rumours about him:

How he was split in half from the waist down years ago by an adversary in a battle that ended with his supposed death. He came back, didn’t he? Just like he came back to Dathomir after so many years.

You let out a breath, taking in the dripping walls overtaken by vines and leaves that appear to breathe and shiver in the dim brazier light; the enormous bathing pools of various temperatures fed by the springs, some steaming and murky, others cool and wafting mist. Only the patter of the waterfall on stone on the grottos edges settle your nerves. The sound is unending; a constant rainfall under the phosphor of glowworms clinging to the foliage draping from the ceilings.

It’s beautiful. Too quiet, almost, because you know the ichor has been restless since he got here. Too serene for its new owner.

Now here you are and here he isn’t.

The ‘him’ in question isn’t so much a man as he is a monster, or so his renown would suggest: the new leader and face of the Dawn who’d set up operations on his homeworld, along with a retinue who’d attend him, and all his little syndicate minions.

You took your occupation and the handsome pay that came with it with the understanding that your service required a combination of discretion, secrecy, and decorum. You’ve never met him. You’ve only heard the stories:

The Son of Dathomir is indifferent to the pleasures of the consorts the Black Sun brought with them, and he has no mind for leisurely decadence like dining or drinking or even bathing in the ceremonial waters below the mountain.

A King is still a king if only in name, you remind yourself. Even if he is a bloodthirsty monster.

You set down your tray. The bottles tink together, and you scrunch your nose at the luxury. You’re familiar with all of them: mixtures with various potencies to ease aching muscles and render someone euphoric, to cool the skin and to warm it, and a special salve made especially for legs built from durasteel: a mixture to ensure fluidity in the joints and protect it from the humidity.

You blended it yourself on the twelfth moon, with ingredients fresh from the apothecary in the Night Market. It’s perfect. It’s precious. Picking it up, the ointment coats the inside of the transparisteel, as thick and potent as the night you prepared it.

A little gift meant for someone half-cybernetic.

A token. A thank you. Not to curry favour, but…

Dathomir hasn’t been the same since he returned, you think.

In many ways, with so many new faces — laughter in the hallways and revels waking the daylight on so many evenings — it’s better. Different, but alive again.

Sighing, you replace the jar, thinking about wasted ingredients and wasted time.

Silly tokens.

Silly girl, you think.

This is stupid — this fear, this nervousness.

You were assigned a task for which you were prepared to do whatever necessary to appease the man, and were given leave for it, and he’s not here. You’ve hours at your disposal, and glaring up into the cavernous space of the grotto with your hands on your hips, you arrive at a decision as the damp seeps beneath your dress:

The grotto is ancient, and sacred, and private.

No one will disturb you here.

You might as well enjoy it...

Read the rest at Ao3 >

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mayxthexforce · 8 months

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lovingnall the new glup shittos and it's good to see you're still active! But I've been inactive for a while (forgot my password lol) and I gotta ask, WHY DID YOU DELETE DARTH TALON?! I LOVED YOUR TAKE ON HER? 😭😭

WELCOME BACK, ANON! Oh my, I didn't think there was anyone still following me from back when I had Talon as a muse. This wasn't even a strictly SW blog when I had her as a muse...

For those who don't know the Obscure Mica LoreTM this blog used to be a multifandom multimuse (DC, Marvel, Dark Horse and Star Wars being the fandoms). I only had two SW muses back then, and one of them was Talon.

So, to answer your question, anon. A long time ago in a galaxy far far away (during the pandemic), I had Talon as a muse, and all I was getting for her were NSFW asks. Now, anyone who knows me knows I don't mind NSFW, but this was anons sending NSFW prompts with physical descriptions of what I can only assume was themselves, as if I was a X Reader writer instead of a roleplayer. I even got an ask describing her pussy one time I reblogged one of those "make an assumption about my muse" memes, and since I had literally no one other than those people trying to interact with my SW muses back then, I ended up deleting any trace of Talon from my blog. Until late-2021, I was still getting the sporadic NSFW ask for her. But now it's stopped. It's sad cause I love Talon and now I have people I could possibly throw her at cause I actually dived into Star Wars, but yeah, that's why she's not here anymore 😭😭

#sorry for the rant y'all but i was talking about this not long ago to smn and now i got this ask #||out of character||#||anon ask||

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cl-01-kestis · 3 years

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Little One - Darth Talon x Female Bounty Hunter!Reader | nsfw

Summary: Darth Talon was your target for the night, kill her and get your money and move on. But you don’t realise just how loud your thoughts are.

Warnings: lots of tension, Talon being a power top, lots of sexual themes! blood

(Note: I realised there was hardly any appreciation posts for our queen so here ya go. Also Darth Talon is 100% bisexual you cannot convince me otherwise.)

This was so out of your comfort zone; a club like this, full of dimwits and drinkers with no other motive but to black out from alcohol consumption and maybe smoke or snort some spice. You were uncomfortable, but you were here to do a job, a job that could secure your place as a bounty Hunter for the rest of your life.

The bounty was placed on a woman named Darth Talon, you admit you had heard of her many times before through friends and people you worked beside. All you knew was that she was a Twi’lek woman with red skin and black tattoos, and also an infamous Sith trained by Darth Krayt, which would make this mission slightly impossible.

You sat at the bar yourself, quiet as you sipped on the whiskey in your glass. Your thoughts were running wild as you kept thinking if you had your blaster clipped to your belt, wondering it someone had maybe pick pocketed your credits. Corellia wasn’t a place to trust, especially at night time.

People sat either side of you at the busy counter, paying for all kinds of drinks as they chatted obnoxiously loud. Your eye twitched in irritation and you found yourself clutching your glass even tighter, unnerved as your body sat tense in between the crowd of irritating people. The air smelled of pure alcohol, filling your senses as you sipped your own as an attempt to cancel the smells out.

This wasn’t your thing, the whole nightclub scene, even though you had been brought up by crime sindicates your whole life. Your parents died a long time ago and you were adopted into a rogue bounty family at 6 years old, so crime is what you did best. You had been on missions in the past before but you had never been on one that required you to kill someone. You were 21 now but that didn’t mean you were skilled enough to require this job.

“Rough night?” You didn’t look up from your empty whiskey glass as a young woman sat down next to you, her voice as and smooth as silk as she ordered a Corellian wine. You hummed, ordering another whiskey as the barman flew by, collecting your glass and getting your drink as you let out a tired yawn.

“You wouldn’t believe it” You replied to the woman’s comment, earning a seductive chuckle from her as you rubbed your eyes and popped a few of your joints in your fingers.

“Correct me if I’m wrong, but I couldn’t help but notice the crest on your shoulder” She pointed out, causing you to pause that you were doing to turn and look at her.

You had the fright of your life when your eyes landed on the woman you had been hired to take down, Darth Talon. Her ruby red skin was covered in a layer of sweat, as if she had been dancing and went to the bar for a break. She didn’t smell bad though, she smelled sweet, like spice. Her tattoos were incredibly noticeable since all she was wearing was a black bralette and a short black mini skirt. Long black leather boots clung up to her thighs and underneath her skirt was her lightsaber clipped to a leather thigh harness. You blushed and quickly looked away.

“Y-yeah, business” You cleared your throat, taking the whiskey glass the barman had just set down in front of you and taking a quick sip, eager to wash out your anxiety as the attractive Twi’lek female sat next to you with her legs crossed and eyes fully focused on you.

“You seem a little young to be a bounty hunter” She smirked, voice entangled with amusement as she leaned forward and took a thin strand of your hair, twirling it playfully between her red, slender fingers, long black stiletto nails poking at your cheek as she continued to flirt.

“Not here for me, I hope” She stared at you so intensely, mouth curling into a large smile to reveal her sharp K9’s that poked her bottom lip. You felt your skin crawl with goosebumps as she let go of your hair, the twisted strand untangling back to its original form as she leaned back and took the champagne glass beside her. You gulped, not replying and instead deciding to accept your fate of her killing you in a back alley somewhere.

As if reading your thoughts, Talon let out a giggle, sipping on the red wine in her glass and swirling it about all whilst maintaining eye contact with you. This wasn’t good, you were so dead.

“Take my advice and leave my bounty, smart move if you want to live” She commented, placing her glass back down on the counter as she pushed her chest out a bit, looking your body up and down as if it was a piece of meat.

“Planning on it” You sighed, taking the small disc from your pocket and placing it on the counter to reveal a holo image of her mugshot hovering above it. Darth Talon smirked at herself, picking up the disc and crushing it with little to no effort in the palm of her hand. The crushed pieces of the bounty disc collapsed onto the counter underneath her and she looked at her hand to check if it was damaged.

“Smart move, little one” Her nickname for you made you blush, looking away as you sipped on your whiskey once more, trying to flush out the uneasy feeling stirring in your stomach.

“You know, your thoughts are terribly loud” Talon grinned, giving you the side eye as she swirled her wine and took a rather big sip. You tried thinking of something to say but the embarrassment you felt stopped you from saying anything at all. You opened your mouth to say something but all that came out was a small whimper. Oh maker you were screwed.

Talon heard your noise and scooted a bit closer to you, her strong arm wrapping around your waist and pulling you close as her face rest on your shoulder. You were tensing so hard your muscles started to ache, your mouth drying up and tongue going numb with concern. Darth Talon was known widely for how flirtatious and in touch with her sexuality she was, surely you weren’t under her spell that quickly, right? You were smarter than this.

“Deny your feelings all you want, I can feel your heart race” She whispered, biting the lobe of your ear with her sharp K9’s and drawing a small moan from you as you struggled against her touch. Talon pulled away and kissed your cheek, licking her lips playfully and stroking your hip with her other arm. You were putty in her hands, every move she made brought you closer to falling at her feet and you felt like an idiot.

You should’ve pushed her away like you were supposed to, she killed many people and was considered one of the most dangerous people in the galaxy, but it felt so right being treated like this. You didn’t know whether it was because of how touch starved you were or the fact you had dated guys your whole life when really it was women you liked. There were so many thoughts buzzing around your head and Darth Talon was having a ball rummaging through each and every one of them.

“You like girls, dear?” She raised a brow, grabbing your chin with her free hand and drawing your gaze to hers. Her golden eyes boiled into your soul but something about them made you feel so on edge, but in a good way, a really good way. You gave her a curt nod, gulping down your emotions as she inches closer to you and cupped your cheek with the hand that was holding your chin.

“Perfect, that means I can do this” Talon pressed her plump lips against yours and you were immediately enchanted, closing your eyes and kissing her back as the arm around your waist tightened it’s grip. Your mind was brainwashed with this feeling you were recieving, you wrapped your arms around her neck and forgot about the whiskey, pulled her body close to yours and deepening the kiss by opening your mouth, granting her access.

Talon licked your bottom lip and bit it hard, earning a groan from you as a metallic taste touched your tastebuds and hers as well. She tasted your blood on her tongue and she sucked very slightly, enjoying the taste and moaning as it trailed down her throat. Your lip stung as her tongue trailed along it once more, licking up the remains and eventually pulling away to give you a breather.

Neither of you exchanged a word as she drank the last bit of her champagne and allowed you time to finish your whiskey. Downing it, you nodded to her and let her drag you away from the bar and through the nightclub. You both squished past bodies of people who were dancing, neon lights messing with your vision but your gaze stayed on the woman holding your hand. Talon shoved past people in her way, not bothering to excuse herself as she approached the exit of the club and turned back to you.

“Ready to have the time of your life, little one?” She smirked as soon as the two of you got out of the club, wrapping her arms around your waist and kissing your neck as you two stood out in the open. You nodded at her question, hands raising and tugging lightly on her appendages. You drew out a moan from the Sith lady holding you, in response she dug her teeth into your skin and you let out a surprised help, struggling with the pain as she licked away what you could only assume was blood where she indented her sharp teeth.

Not wasting a moment further, she called on a taxi whilst keeping a firm grip on you and kissed you passionately once more when the two of you were inside. The driver looked confused but drove away as she messed with you in the backseat, leaving bite marks and hickeys all over your neck and chest which left you breathless up until the driver stopped at her destination.

“Let’s go” She giggled, dragging you out of the taxi and running towards a hotel that looked expensive. As if the two of you were against time, you ran through the reception and you almost slipped against the shiny flooring as you approached the elevators. Talon’s cackles echoed around you as the elevator doors opened and you were regaining your balance, smiling yourself as you entered and let her choose what button to press.

She had you pinned against the elevator door, her hands running up underneath your shirt and gripping your breasts through your bra. She pulled your shirt up slightly and slipped one of her hands underneath your bra, squeezing the soft flesh of your breast and rolling your nipple between her fingers and reaching down to wrap her mouth around it. You found it hard suppressing your moans since she took care of you so well, this was the most action you’d ever gotten especially with a woman of her kind.

The elevator doors opened suddenly and Talon pulled away, watching you pull your shirt down and adjust yourself as you walked out into an open hallway full of doors. She laced her fingers with yours and took you down the hallway near the end, opening up the door which revealed a very expensive looking suite. You were pushed in and heard her lock the door behind you hurriedly, right before feeling a pair of hands slither around your waist and your back pressing against her chest. Her breath was hot against your ear as her hands slipped under your clothing, one in your shirt whereas the other in your trousers. Your breath hitched in your throat as you relaxed in her arms, leaning your head back on her shoulder and feeling her tongue lick at the skin on your neck as she slipped two fingers into you.

“Maker, you’re wet” She grinned, taking her hand out of your shorts and placing them in her mouth. You removed your shirt as soon as her hands were off you and unclasped your bra, shrugging it off and showing yourself to Talon who’s eyes glistened in delight.

“So pretty” She commented, tongue halting on her fingers as she started taking off her own clothes and watched as you pushed yourself up on the bed, eyes droopy and legs spread after you removed your trousers. Talon practically pounced on you once she removed her mini skirt and boots, her head level with your stomach as she left a trail of kisses down to the place you needed her most.

Looking up at the ceiling, you closed your eyes and let out a series of all kinds of moans, indicating the start of a very interesting night.

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