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menaceborn · 2 months
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giggling and kicking my feet during the cage fight sequence
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starpeace · 2 years
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sorry this isn’t really related to the ask game, but how do u name ur ocs? they all sound like Real Star Wars Characters and i have no idea how u did it lol
oh thank u!! it’s a Long Term Process because i am very perfectionistic abt it but basically steal syllables and mash them together until you have something that works. especially steal syllables from a) words relevant to their character b) real life names so it sounds like a name and c) other star wars characters of the same species. i’ll give u a couple examples
kotayim sanga! so originally his name was kota yimira... or yimuri... smth like that? that was a mix of borrowed syllables from other zabrak names (he was originally a zabrak) and i think i also used japanese names uh just because it was a japanese actor who i used as the original base model for his face. literally just listing out common syllables and their combinations mechanically. then i wanted kota to be short for something, because it’s key to his friendly approachable character that he wants everyone to be on nickname terms with him. so i pushed kota and yim together: kotayim. but he needed a new surname, so i took sanga from “sanguine”, as in blood red, because of his red-ish markings and also you know the edgy dark side foreshadowing connotations
ashaa tarkona! her first name is a mixture of the “aa” from fellow twi’lek aayla secura and just the word ash, because like, endless symbolism, phoenixes and whatnot. i think it was originally aasha but i switched it round? and tarkona was me taking random other star wars names—literally tarkin lmao—and chopping vowels in and out. if i recall correctly i think i found out later that tarkona is the surname of an actual twi’lek in legends but whatever that’s fun. maybe they’re part of the extended tarkona family
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mystoriesmylives · 1 year
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When the Bellflower Blooms: Strength
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Onora is strangely strong.
Both Thrawn and Maul could attest to that.
The odd thing is, she didn't look it. She wasn't overly muscular, didn't look like she had such strength but she did.
Thrawn learned it when they sparred together. Onora always sparred like it was a brawl, and hits hard. The chiss got a nasty nosebleed from flying kick she did, making her apologize as she she held a tissue to his nose. Thrawn didn't complain about it, or about his sore ribs. He later taught her to hold back a bit when ever they sparred.
(She also sparred with Maul, but his style was always wild. After giving her a split lip from a punch, he decided not to spar with her again)
Maul learned it when she wanted to do maintenance on his legs. At the time, she noticed he was wincing from his knee and she volunteered to look at it. He said no, that he was fine and she said he was obviously not. Thrawn wisely kept a distance from their argument.
“You do not to look over my legs.” Maul argued “I have people to do that for me.”
“But I'm right here.” Onora countered “I can literally do it right here.”
Maul was about to retort when he suddenly grimaced, grasping at his knee. Onora took a deep inhale while glaring at him.
“That's it.”
She suddenly picked up Maul, holding him in her arms while he stared at her in shock.
“If you are going to act like a drama queen, then I'm gonna carry you like one.”
Maul was too shocked to say anything, as was Thrawn as he watched Onora carry the zabrak like he weighed nothing. She then gently put him down on the bed and took out her tools.
“Let me see you leg.”
He held it out in silence and she got to work, grumbling about stubborn zabraks. Maul just looked at Thrawn, giving him a look that said “Can you believe it?”
He slowly shook his head, just amazed by her strength. He then thought it was a shame she wasn't a storm trooper, she probably would have decimated the enemy entirely.
(Maul will never admit it later, but he actually liked being carried.)
AN: A look at onora strength drawn by the awesome @butts-art , https://mystoriesmylives.tumblr.com/post/696468084907802624/thank-u-so-muuuuch-i-love-itttt-u-got-my-ship
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its-not-a-pen · 3 years
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~the phantom apprentice~
look at this lil space zebra, so young and cute and full of leg
i like to think that mauls childhood was not all pain and fear, especially in his early years when sidious was more hands off. for a little while he believed that if he trained hard enough and pushed himself just a little further, he would one day earn masters approval.
does that make it better or worse?
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Subjecting you all to my SWTOR characters
because i can
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Kitmi
My sith inquisitor (assassin) character for my first playthrough. It’s been a while since I finished the main storyline but i really liked it. i’m planning to subscribe and start chapter 7 once i finish my current game.
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Qiean
I wanted his name to be Qi’an but it was already taken so I just fucked with the spelling a little. He’s a sith warrior (marauder) and the son of Kitmi. I originally wanted Kitmi to be Qi’an’s son, but the game storylines made more sense the other way. The inquisitor is born into slavery and becomes a Sith Lord and the warrior is born into nobility. 
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Khamat
okay fine i’ll play a jedi.
My jedi consular (shadow). I just started this line so I haven’t gotten beyond the first chapter. i don’t really have an explanation for him using a red lightsaber other than I picked up something with a red crystal and swapped it because i think it looks cooler than green. Since bitter exes isn’t an option, he’s Kitmi’s “rival”.
Edit: I wrote this on my computer and for some reason the images are way darker on mobile
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darthmaulification · 3 years
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(Idk why I thought this but I think it’s funny) Imagine din and reader going back to visit Karga for a job and reader is a apparent heart throb to most of the villagers (not that she knows) and like “hi mrs. Parker” Friday style, these women are see them walking by going “hi Reader~” with cara teasing of reader the whole time having to tell the ladies that reader is already taken with din.
A/N: you are my very first  request, so i decided to do a full, bonifide one shot! thank you so very much!! 🥰💕💕
oddly enough, din doesn’t show his bucket in this until the very end. 💀 it became really cara-centric for some reason. hope that’s okay! 😖
also, the trope of “everyone collectively loves person, but person is so utterly oblivious to it” is, without fail, one of the funniest bits any piece of media can pull lmao.
hope you enjoy! 💗
content: references of sex (kinda), saucy language, gender neutral!reader (my first time writing a gn reader 😲), reader being completely “no thoughts head empty” type of oblivious, cara just brutally teasing reader, soft!din makes an appearance!, cara is also kinda a bisexual icon???
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“... What do you mean?” 
Cara looks at you strange. She searches your face for a few seconds longer, eyebrows furrowed, trying to see if you’re serious. 
“Are you fucking with me?” She deadpans evenly, and you tilt your head slightly, blinking. You slowly shake your head, raising an eyebrow.
“No...?” You drag out the word and Cara barks a sudden, loud laugh at your genuine confusion, tossing back her head as she does. She straightens up in her seat, still chuckling lightly, and picks up her glass of spotchka. Cara leans against the backrest, draping her free arm over it.
“You’re really not fucking with me, huh?” She mutters with a grin, bringing the glass to her lips and taking a low, long sip, her eyes not leaving yours. You frown, puzzled.
“Cara, I have no ide—"
“Everyone wants to fuck you.” Cara interrupts and it takes a moment for the blunt, vulgar words to register, but when they do you feel heat rise in your cheeks. You visibly recoil, sputtering out an answer.
“I— What are— There's no—” All Cara does as you fumble over your words, getting more and more red in the face, is shrug, an easy grin on her face.
“Yeah, everyone wants to get in your pants, can’t say I blame ‘em.” Her grin turns downright predatory and it gives you the final push to spit out a reply.
“WHAT?” The word comes out incredulous and far louder that you had meant, causing you to cringe at the sound of your voice reverberating in the cantina. People glance over at you and you give the crowd a sheepish, nervous smile. Thankfully, everyone turns back to whatever they were doing, no questions asked. Then your head whips back to Cara, whose all smug-looking, to shoot her a glare. Your face is positively burning, and you just know she can see it.
“Are you fucking with me?” You throw her own question back at her, but it falls flat because all it does is grow the shit-eating grin that’s plastered on Cara’s face. She shrugs, gesturing around lazily to the room at large.
“Jax, the Rodian over there, gives you puppy dog eyes, Kol and Zaltor— the Trandoshans, not the Togrutas, by the way— look at your ass every time they get, that pink Twi’lek gal over there practically fawns over you— think her names’ Numa or Nima or something, the Duros over there...”
Cara continues listing off more and more names, and with each one (some who you know and have spoken to) you feel yourself getting more and more flustered. You sink low in your chair, staring wide eyed into your spotchka, hands on your temples.
“Good Maker.” You groan, placing your hands over your face and slumping onto the table. Cara (finally) stops listing literally the entire population of the village and gazes at you quizzically. She tilts her head.
“Don’t like being the sex idol of the town?” She teases and you groan again, louder this time. You glare up at her through your fingers, still furiously blushing. Oh, how you wish Din was here to beat the snot out of Miss Dune...
“No. This is a nightmare.” You growl out, going back to digging your face into the table, hoping the sandstone would just swallow you whole. Before Cara can reply, a new voice sounds up.
“U-Um, hi.” You stiffen and turn your head to the side to see two Twi’leks, one taller than the other, standing next to the table. They seem a bit nervous, fidgeting with their lekku and rocking on their feet, but something tells you they’re here for... something. The moment you meet Cara’s gaze, your face blanches.
“Kill me now.”
“Hey, pretty ladies.”
You groan and Cara flirts at the exact same time, Cara’s strong voice unfortunately gaining the upper hand. Both Twi’lek giggle, and the taller of the two, the lavender skinned one, flutters her eyelashes. Even more unfortunately, you make eye contact with her. She flushes when you meet her gaze.
“O-Oh my— Stars, um hi!” She and her companion devolve into giggles again and you force yourself to sit up. Giving them a forced smile, you rest your hands under your chin and elbows on the table.
“Hello. What can I do for you?” You ask through gritted teeth, attempting to keep your strained voice relatively nice, while also fighting back both the blush that’s still on your cheeks and the urge to shoot Cara with your blaster. Thankfully, the Twi’leks have gotten over the apparent “meeting their idol” giggles, because now the shorter one places a dusty tan hand on the table and leans in. A bright, stunning smile spreads across her face, but something flirty burns in her eyes.
“Mm. Me and my sister here have just been seeing you around so often.” She says, voice a obviously practiced mix of playfully coy and feigning ignorance. You glance from her, to her lavender sister, then to Cara. And your luck must really be in the gutters, or maybe Cara just wants to torture you—or both— but the mercenary only offers you a grin, lifts her spotchka to her lips, and sips. Your hands curl into fists.
“Yeah, I—” 
“You’re talking to Mando’s squeeze, babes.” Cara interrupts yet again and all three sets of eyes land on her. Two of them moon-eyed and incredulous if not also disappointed, one of them so embarrassed that Carasynthia Dune, you are a dead woman—
“Really?” The lavender Twi'lek’s eyes are so blown wide you almost think they’d roll out of her head. Her sister looks just as awestruck, and both look a tad bit fearful. You go to speak, but Cara (you’re really starting to hate her) opens her mouth again and beats you to the cut.
“Mm hm. Y’all are hitting on the Mando’s sweetheart. Pretty bold, honestly, he’s real protective over this one.” The blush you put all your hard work into smothering returns full force at Cara’s words, and the Twi’leks start looking a bit flustered themselves, though for another reason.
“So sorry!” The lavender one breaks first and goes running off to a Rodian and Zabrak sitting at a far table. She leans in close, seeming to whisper something into their ears, and suddenly all three of them are looking at you with a strange mix of disappointment, lust, and fear. You hastily look away and hide your face behind your hand.
“Aw. Shame.” The tan Twi’lek purses her lips, pushing herself off the table, and you begrudgingly force yourself to look at her. She gives you that stunning smile again and winks.
“You know I’m here for you.” She says and sashays off to where her sister is. Across the room, she gives you another wink and flutters her fingers. Pretty sure that all your bloods’ in your face, you turn to Cara, slowly.
“Cara.” You say her name lowly, looking her dead in the eye. She’s grinning, and blows a lock of her hair out of her face. She feigns an unassuming, innocent look, but both you and her know better.
“Yeah?” She’s walking on thin ice and she knows it, but you also know she’s never been afraid of risk.
“I’m going to kill you.” You say, coming across as deadly serious as you possibly can. Cara’s grin widens, her eyes twinkling, and she downs the last of her spotchka.
“I know,” She starts and she shrugs, “But you know I couldn’t resist.”
You want to reach over and smack her a good one, but a voice alerts you to a certain someone at your side.
“Hey.” Din’s low, modulated voice gentle pulls your attention to him and you turn your head to look up at your silver-clad lover. Even with the dark T-visor, you know exactly where to look to find those soft, doe eyes beneath it. A small smile creeps across your face.
“Hey.” You reply and he offers a hand to you, which you gladly accept. Like always, his hand is large and warm and strong, and it makes you feel completely at peace. Din helps you up to your feet, settling you close, but not too close, to his side. 
“I got the next few pucks, and the kid’s already in the Crest, so we’re ready to head out...” Din trails off and tilts his head, and you can feel his curious gaze roam your face. 
“Your face is... pretty flushed. Are you feeling okay?” He asks it so gently and sweetly, his gloved hand still holding yours, that it’s almost enough to make you forget why your all disheveled in the first place. Letting out a forced, somewhat breathy laugh, you pull your hand away to cross your arms over your chest.
“Um, yeah, yeah— I’m good.” You assure him, but Din knows you so he turns his attention on Cara, whose sprawl in her seat, looking like a satisfied loth cat.
“What did you do?” He asks, keeping his voice neutral, but there’s a hint of that good ol’ Din Protectiveness seeping in too. Part of you celebrates that Din’s finally here to beat up Cara, but all the other parts of you just want to hop on back the Razor Crest and get the Hell out of here. Cara lazily raises her hands in mock surrender, tilting her head into her shoulder.
“Just playing, that’s all.” She replies, eying your spotchka from across the table. She and Din are in some type of staring match even as she reaches and snags your drink. You don’t care enough to protest. Din stares at Cara for a few seconds longer before he shifts on his feet and turns back to you.
“Ready to go, cyare?” His voice is like warm like sunshine, and it makes your entire being light up. You nod and smile, uncrossing your arms to grab his hand. His thick fingers close around yours, encasing your hand in his.
“Let’s get the fuck out of here.” You reply as you both start walking, tethered to one another by the most sacred link you can while in public. Din and you walk side by side, a Mandalorian and his beloved, through the cantina and out the door.
Cara watches you leave, then looks around at all the inhabitants of the cantina who had also watched you and the Mando leave hand-in-hand. She nearly laughs at all the looks of disappointment. You really were the village heart throb.
And as Cara downs the last of her (your) spotchka, she ponders,
Dammit. Wish it was me instead of Mando.
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fandom-blackhole · 3 years
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Sinful Sunday <3
AN: So considering I am not fully 100% back to my usual self yet, and I am still kind of mope-y/frustrated my THOTs this week are purely revolving around softer things. There is still smut but like soft smut. Hope you enjoy and I hope everyone's week isn't too stressful for them, love you all!
Pairings: Din Djarin x Reader, Rebels!Captqin Rex x Reader
Din Djarin x Reader 
Soft reunion with Din just wanting to be inside you?? No fucking just being close after a stressful hunt??
Din was tired and at this point, as he dragged his feet- and the bounty- up the ramp of the Razor Crest, he was just ready to be curled up with you in the sorry excuse of a bunk he had on the ship. It was later in the evening and Din was hoping beyond anything that you were still awake and Grogu was not. He loved his son, but right now he needed to feel you close, very close. The second the ramp was raised, Din all but threw the bounty into the freezer with a grunt ignoring the zabraks pleas before silently stalking away to find you. 
It took him a few minutes, but he found you snoring softly in the pilot's chair in the cockpit with his spare cloak covering you. Pouting, because he refused to wake you when you looked so soft curled up in his seat with his cloak, he went to turn away already planning a quick shower before coming back up here to doze in the co-pilot's chair just to be close to you. But then he felt a small tug from the side of his flightsuit, a d thinking he just caught something he turned around to find your sleepy eyes staring at him with a soft smile. And Din swore the second his eyes connected with yours he melted.
Din found himself leaning over to press his forehead against your own in greeting, as the two of you always did when he came back from a hunt. Then he heard you mumble something about missing him before pulling him closer to the point that Din had to catch himself or he'd be pretty much straddling you. You whined when he stopped himself from crushing you, and Din- still wanting that closeness, but also not wanting to drag you from sleep- whispered, "Hold on, mesh'la. Let me take this armor off and then I have a position that should be comfortable for the both of us."
Nodding, and trying to hold back sleep you let him go, and Din chucked off all his armor quickly and efficiently before stepping close and taking off his gloves finger by finger while asking, "Cyare, do… I know you're tired… but can I… I wanna be inside you, mesh'la, can I just sit inside you while we sleep?"
And you just smiled at him, grinning wide and sleepily before nodding and slurring out a, "yes, please."
It was the second he had you wrapped around him, and his cock deep inside you as your head rested in the crook of his neck and he re positioned your makeshift blanket over the two of you before holding you close. It was when he heard you give a soft sigh when he twitched slightly inside of you. And it was when you whispered about you were glad he was safe, that he knew. He knew that he was head over heels for you and he loved you so much it hurt to think about. He knew then and there, as he melted into you that he wanted to be nowhere else then right there in that moment.
Rebels!Captain Rex x Reader 
Another soft THOT?? Well I need my soft Captain, so how about some cuddling fucking with a side of praising??
Things have been slow for the Rebellion the last few days- not that you hates it, but it did leave you feeling some what anxious waiting for the next ball to drop- and you found yourself staring at screens more often than actually doing your job, and if anything that was stressing you out more than the actual fighting. 
Rex had caught on to your stress and boredom and one morning after you had slowly woken up, and begrudgingly came to terms with having to leave the warm bed, you felt Rex's arms tighten around you more and he whispered in your ear, "Just stay here, don't leave."
"Rex I have a job to do, you have a job to do."
Rex just grunted and started leaving little kisses along your neck, his mustache and bread tickling you before whispering, "We both know you aren't going to be doing anything but staring at those screens. Stay," he punctuated the last part with a nip to your neck, pulling a sigh from you, as you replied, "Yes, captain."
Rex grinned then, and continued showing you with soft love, never going too quickly or roughly, just keeping his touches light and soft. 
Before you knew it Rex had you spread open legs spread as he opened you up for him and sinking into you with a content sigh. With each grinding slow thrust Rex whispered loving words into your ear, praising you for always being there for him, for feel so good everytime he touched you, for just being the best lover he could have asked for. And by the time you both reached you peaks, you felt like you were drifting on cloud nine because of how slowly and consuming the orgasm felt as it washed over you from head to toe. And when you came too, Rex was still buried deep inside of you, holding you close and telling you to rest, because you did so well and you deserved it.
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NSFW (whole alphabet) for Maul?
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A/N: PLEASE REMEMBER TO COMMENT AND REBLOG IF YOU LIKE THIS! HEADCANONS NEED LOVE TOO YOU KNOW! (Also the tags are not working because they hate me)
A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
He’s gentle, shockingly so. No matter how rough or intense, his entire demeanor shifts.  He treats you like glass; caressing your skin, cleaning your mess, and reveling in the lingering warmth. He becomes one clingy bitch is what I’m getting at here. 
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
He loves your throat.  He loves how you leave it so open to him, to kiss or bite or squeeze as he wishes.  It’s a sign of trust, not to mention it leads down to your chests and all the other soft parts attached. (He’s a boob man, that’s all I’m saying)
As for himself, he likes his hands. They still hold his true strength. They can still wield the force to his will; to destroy his enemies or to place a gentle touch to your cheek.  He’s amazed that you can allow him to touch you after how much his hands have done. 
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
He makes a mess whenever you fuck.  He likes to cum on you; on your tits, stomach, back, face, anywhere.  But he really loves cumming inside you and watching it drip from your sex.  Even if he can’t give you children, the idea of burying his seed in you is an instinct he can’t shake.  Would love nothing more than to keep his cock inside you and fill you again and again with him cum until it spills out on the bed.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
There are times he purposefully makes you angry because he knows how you’ll punish him later.  He’s not sure if you’ve caught on or not, but either way you play into his scheme perfectly.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
Not very before you.  He was taken by Sidious at a very young age; as a Sith he was trained to forgo attachments and obey his master at every turn.  Sidious would not allow his apprentice any chance to form a connection with another aside from taking him back to Dathomir to fulfill a coming of age ritual where he was taken by a Night Sister.  After that, nothing. 
But, for what he lacks in experience, he makes up for in his willingness to learn.  He asks what you want, what you like.  He feels your reactions through the force and demonstrates a control you hadn’t found in previous lovers.  He can be patient when it counts.
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
He loves it when you’re both kneeling, with you straddling his waist a he thrusts up into you.  He’s able to reach deep inside you while allowing either of you to gain control as you wish it.  Not to mention easy access to your throat and breasts as he clings to you. 
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
Maul is 99.9% of the time completely serious during sex.  Either his focus is entire on your pleasure or you’ve given him permission to work out his frustrations using your body.  The only time he’d crack a joke is if he’s feels particularly smug about the way he’s making you feels and wants to tease you.
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
No hair down below, because, well...he doesn’t really have a natural below.  I doubt Mother Talzin added hair just for the fun of it.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
As I said before Maul has two modes; I need to fuck away my feelings OR you are the most important thing in the galaxy let me show you why.  When he’s in mode two, he’s the most intimate and romantic partner you can ask for, almost desperate in his attempt to show you how you make him feel.  If it’s option one, you’ll have to wait until after the sex to get the same treatment.
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
Pre-Naboo, he kept it on the down low.  He could only allow himself a moment’s release when his master wasn’t around.  And even then, it was only when he was particularly stressed or angry.  It was done quickly with no real thought of pleasure, just some kind of release if he couldn’t do it through violence.
After Naboo, it’s not really something he does because well...there’s not much down there for a good long while and after he gets some of his...parts back, he meets you.  With you, he doesn’t feel as compelled to use his hands.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
Breeding kink.  He can’t give you children, obviously, but there’s an almost instinct there.  Just another thing Kenobi took away form him.
Also, not sure if it’s a kink, but he’s an absolute switch.  One minute he’s squeezing your neck while using you as his personal cum bucket.  The next, he’s tied to the bed begging and promising you the galaxy if you just let him cum.
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
He’s a bit of an exhibitionist. As much as he wants to be the only one to see you naked and writhing underneath him, there’s something about fucking you on the throne of Mandalor that sends a thrill up his spine.  Anyone can walk in and know that he’s the one making you feel this way.  He has the power to fuck you in front of the whole of Death Watch if he wanted to and none of them could touch you.  They would know you were his and as their leader they would not dare oppose him.
So, in terms of most common place, your bedroom.  In terms of most thrilling place, the throne room, followed by the war room, and then the training room.
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
You getting angry is the hottest thing in the galaxy to him.  If you direct that anger into destroying your enemies in combat, even better.  He’ll take you the second you’re alone in the ship.
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
Roleplaying.  It’s you and him, that’s it.  He doesn’t want or need to “spice things up”.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
He prefers giving.  He loves your taste and how easily he can get you to cum with just his tongue.  He can feel your pleasure through the force which only drives his further.  Granted he needs to be mindful of where his horns are when you clamp him head between your thighs but that’s neither here nor there.
He’ll certainly accept you going down on him, but he knows it’s not as pleasurable for you to have a metal cock in your mouth no matter how good it feels for him.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
He can be slow an sensual, but it almost always devolves into rough desperation.  He’s a man of wild passions and it shows in the marks on your thighs the next morning.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
You’re almost always the one to initiate them.  He says he can wait until the evening, but he’s often left working well into the night and forgets.  You take it upon yourself to strive into his office and tell him you need a good fuck.  That will get him away from the paper work long enough to leave your legs shaking and his mind a little more clear.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
He’s willing to try something you propose so long as you discuss it properly before hand.  He wants to make sure you’re safe before trying anything.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
It’s absolutely insane how high his stamina is.  For one, he’s got a mechanical cock that doesn’t actually get soft even after he cums.  Second, his reliance on the force allows him to recoup faster than normal.  He can go for an many rounds as you can stand for as long as you want.
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
That will be a negative.  He doesn’t have any toys and the idea of you having a toy when all you have to do is ask he finds more than a little insulting.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
He always does it when he’s trying to win an argument or make a point, and it’s infuriating.  He likes hearing you beg or admit he was right all while he teases you clit with the promise of more.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
Maul gets loud.  It’s almost a defiance.  His master would not allow him anything like this singular happiness with another being and now he’s taking it at his own pleasure.  He screams and growls and moans and begs and every other noise in the book.  He wants people to hear.
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
Maul wants to have kids with you, and that fact that he can’t really aches at him.  He wants something that is truly his own; a legacy outside of the Sith, a final defiance to the master who abandoned him.  They would be the best of both of you and unparalleled in their power.  Nothing would stand in their way.  He can see it in his minds eye every time you fall asleep in his arms.  But, it can never be.  If Mother Talzin had figured out a way to make life without the need of Zabrak men, he wouldn’t have been a Night Brother in the first place.
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
Like I’ve said, Maul’s entire lower half is mechanical, including his cock.  Mother Talzin made him one which retracts back in when he’s not aroused.  It’s shaped like a Zabrak male: three ridges, each wider than the last giving him good length and girth (look up Nova: Bad Dragon). It also gives him pleasure, which is better than a dilo and excretes a synthetic cum when he climaxes.
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
It’s not so much a sex drive as a yearning for you.  There are times he just wants you, to hold you close, to bury himself inside you and forget anything exists outside of you.  It’s in flux, but it’s certainly higher than most men you’ve known.  You’re having sex at least every other night if not more.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
He doesn’t dare fall asleep until you do.  He likes the feeling of your body relaxing beside his as you drift off. He likes knowing you trust him to keep you safe, even in sleep.  Only when he knows there’s nothing lurking in the dark to take you away does he finally fall asleep.
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pinkispoggers · 4 years
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Long Nights
By me 🥰
Pairing: Maul x Reader
Prompt: you have snuck into the quarters of savage opress and darth maul, and boy are you in trouble
Warnings: smut, cockwarming, alot of pet names, dirty memories, teasing, language
AN: this is my first fanfic so ofc its terrible :) (I wrote the whole thing on Samsung notes so its pretty ass)
• Ever since the two sith found you you were practically welcomed to the team
• the turtle tanker was like your new home
• it was really nice because it was built sorta like your old apartment on corascaunt
• but larger
• wayyyy larger
• 1 kitchen-like area, which meant you didn't need to go out as often to get food
• because it could possibly endanger the brothers identitys
• they could possibly get caught
• but you have faith that they will get out of that anyway
• 2 quarters (one for you and shared quarters for the brothers)
• 1 large refresher with 2 showers
• and one room for gatherings like sitting to eat your breakfast in the morning
• and you loved your life like this
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• you, being the curious type have always wondered how the men keep their quarters
• you don't exactly know why, but you were itching to find out
• usually the brothers are away at night, maul usually leaving first, then savage
• you think its odd.
• are they on separate missions?
• well who knows
• but its usually late at night, when you are already asleep
• but tonight was the night you were gonna find out
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• you looked over at your clock
• "01200"
• "well thats late enough and they are probably gone by now"
• you waddle out of bed
• you decide not to bring your flashlight
• something was off about all this
• you sneek over to their shared quarters
• its very dark and you have to try not to bump into anything as you don't want to potentially break anything and have to feel the wrath of maul the next morning
• he is very sweet and you know this
• but you also know he can loose his temper sometimes
• usually the constant bickering with savage will send him over the edge
• You are pulled out of your thought when you reach your destination
• ah yes the beautiful fucked up door
• you cant even count how many times savage rammed maul into that door
• but you memorized the key as you had watched the brothers punch it in thousands of times
• and slowly you entered
• but you instantly regretted what you had stumbled apon
• two zabraki males laying on one bed...
• cuddling...
• you had no idea what the fuck was going on
• you had no time to even study the scenery before your instincts told you to get the hell out of there
• you instantly turned around and headed straight for the door way
• "fuck" you whisper under your breath hoping no one had heard you
• there was another key pad you had no idea how to open
• you put the first password that came to mind
• 12900
• the password for the outside lock
• suddenly it flashed red and beeped
• loud
• then you felt it
• it felt like an invisible hand
• then it hit you
• thats the force
• restraining your hands by your side
• you froze in fear, waiting for maul or savage to yell at you
• but no
• this hand spun you around so that you were facing the bed
• it was dark so you couldn't tell who was using the force
• since you knew both of them were force sensitive, you were clueless as to who it was
• well one of them turned on the lights
• "savage?!"
• but it wasn't savage who was using the force
• it was maul
• savage was just very confused
• a tiny laugh tumbled from your lips
• "are you lost baby girl" the red zabrak growled
• a wicked grin painted the golden zabrak's face
• "u-um ya know what- I was just leaving."
• "no. You have something to ask dont you"
• you are very confused as to how he knows that. But the force works in ways you don't quite understand
• "why- why are you sl-"
• you were cut off with a playful snarl
• "sleep like this?"
• "yes" you mumble under your breath
• "well," savage cutting off maul
• his actions earned a not so playful growl from maul
• "in Nightbrother culture we sleep in piles...
• a confused expression painted your face, but you kind of understood
• as a confusedexpression painted savages face too
• "I personally don't know how you humans do it"
• maul looks savage right in the eyes
• "are you fucking daft?"
• the golden zabrak growns
• "they sleep by themselves, savage"
• your aura shifting into a playful mood"well-"
• "I've never experienced sleep like that"
• "no" the red zabrak growls
• "please" you beg
• that look you give him is a look that had always put the zabrak in a trance from day one
• another voice cuts in "maul, it will be fun"
• you guess that look put savage in a trance too
• you giggle "cmon please please please"
• "fine, but its just to get you to shut up"
• you and Savage both have a wide grin on your face
• while maul looks very serious and annoyed
• when you are given the all clear, you hop in bed with them
•Savage on the left of you, maul to the right
• its quite comfortable, as there body heat is lulling you to sleep
• you are so close to drifting of when you feel it
• calloused fingers dragging down the back of your neck
• soon closing in on your neck in a soft but tight grip on your neck
• "shhhh" the crimson Zabrak wispers
• a kiss is planted on your neck, hot and heavy
• as you let out a slight moan, the hand on your neck turns into a hand covering your mouth
• as you grinned into his hand he let go of your mouth, slowly placing it back around your neck
• "you have been a bad girl haven't you"
• you nod into his grip
• "sneaking into our quarters like that
• then begging to sleep in our bed like this"
• you already knew this was going to be the outcome by the aura in the room
• and boy, did you love it
• maul had told you maybe a week after you had first joined them that he goes through something called a heat cycle
• so if he ever says something strange or of sexual nature, to ignore it
•you guessed that was what all this was about
•and if so you wanted to help
•you knew this was going to be daring but just to tease him on a little bit more,
• you started moving your ass against his already obvious excitement
• "and now this. Oh you are nieve, and have no idea what your getting yourself into baby girl"
• you instantly reached for his boxers
• when his free hand stopped you
• "eager are we?"
• he pulled his boxers the rest of the way down and threw them off the bed
• and since you had just a silk gown on, he could have easy access to your already soaking core
• suddenly his thumb is massaging your clit
• you swere you could come right there
• but he stops and retrieves his hand
• "is this what you want baby girl"
• you make a slight nod so savage doesn't wake up
• "now I'll tell you what were gonna do, ok princess?"
• you nod one again
• "good."
• "you are going to be a good girl and take all of my cock"
• you were slightly worried about him as you had seen him before naked in the shower.
• he didn't know you could see him until he looked over and turned around.
• instead of trying to cover himself, he put his hands on his hips, waiting for you to leave
• but you couldn't help yourself from staring at his member
• one thing you remember is it had ridges
• and you had no knowledge of what a zabrak's member looked like
•exept for this one guy who flashed you...
• but you found it quite fascinating
• but what really scared you was the shear size of him
• you couldn't get a good look but from what you could see was that he was about 7 inches
• and you didn't know if he was aroused or surprised because he was very very excited
• you suddenly snapped out of your memory when he pushed his head in slightly
• you were about to moan when one again he caught your mouth
• "shhh princess"
• a tear threatened to roll down your cheek when he let out a growl as he pushed more of himself into you
• stretching you to the max
• and filling you to the brim with bliss
• and finally he was all the way in you
• "now, for your punishment you will not move off of my cock until I tell you to"
•his tone filled with mischief and pure lust
• this was already enough to push you to the edge
• as you nodded once more
• you figured this was how you would be sleeping
• but it hit you a few seconds later when you desperately wanted to move but you know you couldn't
• you wanted to prove to him that you were a good girl
• "so this is how I'm going to be sleeping?" you whispered
• "mmh yes my darling"
• a groan tumbled off of his lips when you positioned yourself to a more comfortable position
• as he nipped your ear he whispered something in a tone you had never ever heard him speak in before
• "your mine"
• oh how this was going to be a long night.
@hxldmxdxwn I thought you would want to see this 😳🥰
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loth-wolffe · 3 years
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Sup it's Minty!💚 I just wanted to pop in and say CONGRATS ON 400??? AMAZING??? YOU DESERVE IT??? 🎉🎊🎉🎊
I don't know if you play/are familiar with Old Republic Lore but I think you would be absolutely precious with Bao-Dur, he's a very sweet zabrak with a lightning arm and the Force. I'm so sorry I'm late, I love you, SENDING GOOD VIBES AND MINT OREOS (which are my fav oreos! What are your fav oreos??) 💚💛💚💛💚💛
MINTY 🥺🥺🥺 YOURE SO SWEET SO KIND SO BEAUTIFUL THANK YOU SO SO MUCH
I'm not familiarized with the old republic lore but !!!! u shipping me with someone is so !!! I'm over the cLOUD RN. i looked pics of him and 😏 and we could totally be a power couple together.
AND I FOUND THIS FANART on pinterest (@ credits to whoever made this bc dAMN)
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I'm not gonna go and say the d word but................. mmmm he kinda hot.
AND I LOVE SWEET !! ZABRAKS !!!
so we'd definitely go and be super cute together and uh huh 😎
thank you so much minty sweets. love ya babey. i would totally ship u with either fives or echo (or?? both??) bc ure so lovely and sweet and smart and so so so kind. and u give me the vibes that you'd be perfect with any of them.
also i don't know if you mean late as in uhh, the ship game or which character I remind you of? just late as in u wanna said something to me or whatever bUT YOU'RE NOT LATE MY DEAR MINTY YOU COULD NEVER. MWAH 😚
ps. in mexico we don't get a bIG variety of oreo flavors bUT I have tasted a few good ones and I'd say the mint oreos are one of my faves too! i like the peanut butter ones with mY LIFE. and the ones covered in white chocolate 👌🏻👌🏻👌🏻👌🏻👌🏻👌🏻👌🏻👌🏻👌🏻👌🏻👌🏻👌🏻👌🏻👌🏻👌🏻👌🏻👌🏻👌🏻👌🏻👌🏻👌🏻👌🏻👌🏻👌🏻👌🏻👌🏻👌🏻👌🏻👌🏻 that's the good stuff 👌🏻👌🏻👌🏻👌🏻👌🏻👌🏻👌🏻👌🏻👌🏻👌🏻👌🏻👌🏻👌🏻👌🏻👌🏻👌🏻👌🏻👌🏻👌🏻👌🏻👌🏻👌🏻👌🏻👌🏻👌🏻👌🏻👌🏻👌🏻👌🏻👌🏻
sending u all the good vibes too and all the love<3
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its-not-a-pen · 3 years
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im not obsessed with darth maul i like him a normal amount.
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iron-fam · 4 years
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If ur still taking prompts Luke gets hurt and Han completely flips out and turns into a hovering mother hen (much to Leias amusement)
Yes I love this, thank u. I'm sorry it took so long to get out.
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Han hates it inside the base. Every chance he gets, he volunteers for recon missions and supply runs, which, to be honest, doesn't sound like him. Chewie thinks it's funny.
A few months ago, Han would've scoffed at the thought of being asked to retrieve supplies or do anything for the Rebellion.
That was before the kid came along.
That was before sun-bleached hair, shining blue eyes, and optimistic determination -like nothing Han's ever seen- crept into the smuggler's life.
So yes. Now, Han jumps on every opportunity to run missions for the rebellion.
"I'll do anything if it means five minutes out of this damn bunker." is what Han says.
But what he really means is, "I'll do anything if it means an adventure with you, kid."
But this time, Han is left to his own devices, stuck and stir crazy in the depths of the rebel base while Luke runs a supply run without him.
"Look, highness, I understand that you don't want this pretty face roughed up but you know I don't like being cooped up in here." Han rolls his eyes, shifting in his position sitting on the bed in his quarters.
Leia scoffs in the doorway. "It's a supply run. In a deserted Zabrak village. It's easy and quick. The general only needed five volunteers and you didn't make the cut, sorry." Leia sure doesn't sound sorry.
Luke made the cut, though. The kid jumped up and nearly hit the ceiling when the general asked for volunteers. He always does.
Han snorts and averts Leia's cold gaze. "I'm gonna take a nap. Tell me when the kid gets back?"
"Yeah, yeah." Leia smiles and leaves Han to sleep.
But Han doesn't fall to the grips of unconsciousness easily. He has to work for it. It happens often when Luke is away on a mission without Han. Han has to shake away the thoughts of bad things happening. Wrong turns, bad people, dangerous wildlife, and anything else that Luke could face that Han wouldn't be there to protect him from.
Leia's reassuring words echo in Han's mind and chase away the worried thoughts.
It's a supply run.
In a deserted village.
Easy and quick.
Easy.
Han is roused from sleep he doesn't remember falling into. Leia's hand is almost gentle as it jostles his shoulder. Almost.
"Alright, alright. I'm up, princess." Han rubs his hands down his face. "The kid back?" Han asks, immediately remembering why he wanted Leia to wake him.
"...Yes." Leia softly says after a moment's hesitation.
Han doesn't know why that hesitation makes his heart cold. "And?"
"And?" Leia looks at him, confused. "And what?"
"What else?" Han glowers. Leia narrows her eyes. "There's something you're not telling me. What?"
"There's nothing else to tell. Luke's back. You asked me to tell you when he arrived." Leia shrugs defensively. Han can see right through it. There's something else.
"Okay." Han shakes off residual sleepiness and slides past Leia.
Han takes long quick strides to the hangar, where Luke often stays to debrief after a mission, and where Luke likely is now.
Han is uncomfortably aware of Leia trailing behind him, saying nothing. Strange.
When Luke is nowhere to be seen in the hangar, Han reels back on Leia.
"Alright, what gives?" Han places his hands on his hips, his tell-tale tired-of-your-bullshit pose. "Where's Luke and why are you acting so weird?"
Leia sighs. "Okay. Keep your head on your shoulders. Look, before you blow up, just know that Luke is fine."
Han sputters like a glitching hologram. "Fine- wh- what the hell do you.. why wouldn't he be fine!?"
"They had some unexpected company on the supply run. A few stray imperial troopers. Nothing they couldn't handle."
"Okay?" Han tries to slow his breathing. "And Luke's fine?"
Leia smiles nervously. "...Yes."
Han squints. "I don't like how you said that."
"Okay, he caught a blaster shot in his side trying to knock one of the other men out of the way." Leia spits the words out fast. Like pouring vinegar in a baking soda volcano, she waits for the explosion.
"He what!?" Han's hands fly up to his head and start frantically carding through his hair.
Maybe those thoughts he pushed away in leiu of sleep weren't so irrational after all.
"He's fine!" Leia laughs. "I promise!"
She laughs. She laughs like everything is okay. Han is very far from okay.
Leia barely has a chance to notice that Han is briskly stomping towards the medical bay. She jogs a bit to catch up with him.
Han is anything but careful with the doors as he throws them open and starts weaving his way around medics and reaches a sight that makes his heart twist.
Luke is layed out haphazardly on a bed, fists clenched and knuckles white at his sides. His pilot suit is still on, the orange fabric is burned and tattered around his side. A medic is applying bacta patches to a large blaster would on his hip.
"Han!" Luke beams up at his new visitor like he hasn't just been shot.
"What the hell happened!?" Han's hands are back on his hips, his eyebrows are furrowed.
"Oh, we ran into a little bit of trouble at the Zabrak village. It was quite the s'rprise." Luke smiles, unphazed, and obviously trying to ignore dubious bouts of pain.
"Yeah I can see that." Han grumbles. "Why didn't you call me on the way back!?"
"Because then you would've sat here and worried for even longer."
"Is it bad?" Han ignores Luke's statement.
"No," Luke is quick to answer, knowing how Han tends to over obsess and worry beyond reason. "No, it didn't hit anything important, thank the force."
"All of you is important!" Han shrieks back, appaled at how calm the kid can be at a time like this. Han has to squeeze his hands to stop himself from grabbing fistfuls of his own hair.
The thought of even coming close to losing Luke is too much for Han to try to handle. He can hardly begin to entertain the thought of not having the kid around.
Luke laughs. "Heh, I told Leia to try and prep you, keep you calm n' stuff. Keep you from blowing up."
Leia chuckles from behind Han. "Yeah, I told you I wouldn't be able to do anything."
Han is floored. He's still trying to get his heartrate back to a healthy pace. But right now, it's still trying to beat out of his chest.
"Deep breaths, cap'n. Try not to burst a blood vessel." Leia grins. Han glares at her.
"I'm perfectly fine, your majesty." Han sneers at Leia. "I'm not the one in the medical bed." Han turns back to Luke.
"It's fine, Han, seriously," Luke's beginning to struggle to hide the pain. Beads of sweat begin to form along his hairline and his voice sounds ever so slightly strained.
Han immediately turns to the nearest medic hovering over Luke. "Have you given him anything for the pain?" Han doesn't ask gently.
"Not yet, sir. Skywalker insisted he could wait until the patches were appl-"
"Well obviously he's in pain! Why don't you get on that right now?" Han smiles sarcastically.
"Han," Luke looks flushed. It could be embarrassment, or it could be from pain. Probably both. "Stop, it's okay."
Han's not done.
"And get him out of this damn suit and into something more comfortable! He doesn't even have a pillow. Have you checked him over for any internal injuries or are you just-"
"Han, please stop!" Luke blushes, pulling his hands up to his face to cover the embarrassment.
Leia can hardly stifle her laughter.
"They'll get you something for the pain." Han says softly to Luke.
When Han's done berating the medical staff, he pulls up a chair next to Luke's bed. He seems to have calmed down a bit. He's still somewhat of a mess, but at least he's talking at a normal volume.
He hardly even registers that he's grabbed Luke's hand in his.
Exhausted from worry, Han rests his forehead on Luke's shoulder.
"Next time, you let me come with you."
Luke laughs. The smile stays on his face for longer than he should've let it.
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subjectsix · 3 years
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Hopefully you still have an OC or two waiting in the wings, 'cause I'm throwing a "🖊" your way (because I'm curious and because I like giving authors opportunity to gush over their personal works. :))))
i do!! :D <3 i’ve been debating if i wanna talk about my oc from my icon, lurina, who’s a star wars oc of mine, or one of the characters from a story i’ve got bouncing around in my head so im gonna do cheat and do half lurina, half the story KJEHFKJHJKSHJKH
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(my friend morgan drew this thank u morgan ily)
Lurina is an OC I made after getting WAY too attached to a character in TFA with five minutes of screentime (the Guavian Death Gang and Bala-Tik-- you know, the meme guy, the “tell that to Kanjiklub” guy). The Death Gang FASCINATES me and and Bala-Tik has bare minimum lore so I ended up joking around about making an OC and then suddenly had tons of lore I made up for him, Lurina, and other members in the gang. Lurina’s cool, she’s a Zabrak who alters blasters and cybernetics and wants to push technology to its limit and thinks laws and factory settings are boring. She also lost both of her legs, and I didn’t realize the similarities to Maul until afterward, so. Whoops. She’s my icon rn!
the original story OC(s)!
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I had a very vivid dream a few months ago where I was on a different, newly-colonized planet, and I would go hang out in a Rainforest Cafe every night. An android was a drummer for the live band there-- he was from an old touring gig where androids were styled after old bands and would do live music performances in their styles so people could still enjoy it. I became really good friends with him, but when I went to visit one night, he was gone, and nobody knew where he had gotten to. He left me a note, a pet fish in a bowl, and a tshirt. I drove home confused and sad, trying to get home before the planet’s radiation storm rolled in for the night. I woke up and genuinely missed the android, and thought about it all day. So I want to make a story about it! The girl in the story is Meg, and the android is Linus :) I’m still working out overall stuff, but I’m really attached to the concept as a whole.
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villainship · 4 years
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[Details about Kallir]
A Q&A meme from @a-muirehen​! <3 Zabrak agent buddies. . . (With Liran’s answers at the Source Meme) (Credit & thank u @claudela​ for the screenshot from ages ago)
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GENERAL
name :  Kallir-- Malith, to himself & (eventually) those who matter alias(es) :  Imperial Intelligence named him Kallir. He didn’t really make a “name for himself” under any other aliases in his career, though as a spy he’s had a bunch. gender :  Male age :  Maybe 11 BTC, or so??? (Most likely within a range of 10-16 b/c I’M still figuring things out. /He/ knows within a few months, even without his exact birthday) place of birth :  What he knows is that there was a ship carrying numerous passengers, headed through the Dromund system, which was interrupted en-route by an accident onboard. There were fatalities. One infant zabrak came to Kaas city’s medical facilities along with the emergency casualties, and for whatever reason that baby was handed-over to Intelligence for their training program. That’s all the records say. He could have come aboard at any stop on the route, and from wherever else before that. spoken languages :  “Several”. All from spy school training, or learned as-needed on the job sexual orientation : Gay occupation :  Covert operative (and combat medic, in a crisis) for Intelligence--until he has help escaping into the free-spacer life on a bounty hunter’s ship.
APPEARANCE eye colour : Orange-yellow (with a red rim around the irises) hair colour : Vivid red height :  5′2″ scars :  None especially noteworthy in very obvious places, but he sure does have a few with dramatic stories overweight :  No underweight :  Maybe--it’s more that his frame is small overall
FAVOURITE colour : Gray and soft browns, sometimes green; earthy colors. music genre :  He could probably go for a “tranquil spa”-style background soundtrack, really. Lol. But he’s also interested in any live performance Keran wants to take him out to hear. Much more lively. movie genre :  Nature documentaries. tv show :  A super low-key series where the host travels the galaxy to feature different species of colorful moths. food :  A broth with a savory flavor and a bit of spice that they make with mushrooms and citrus and the fruit of those palms on Rishi. (...space!coconut soup) drink :   Something with space!cranberry, probably. book :  He doesn’t enjoy much reading, but I bet he could find a weak spot for a collection of Emotional poems that connect to him (Also: guidebooks about bugs and birds and various small creatures)
HAVE THEY passed university :  I think the Imperial Academy should count. Lol had sex :  Yes had sex in public :  Good question gotten pregnant :  No kissed a boy :  Yes kissed a girl :  Maybe not?? Can’t think of why there would have been a cause for it gotten tattoos :  Yes, matching patterns on his face and--mostly--his back (but also the rest of him at least a little bit) had a broken heart :  Oh yes. been in love :  Yes stayed up for longer than 24 hours :  Yes
ARE THEY a cuddler :  Given the right conditions/opportunity a kisser :  Sometimes!! scared easily :  Not exactly jealous easily :  Usually not trustworthy :  No dominant :  ..u kno.. Every now and then. submissive :  Usually in love :  Y e a h single :  No
DARK SUBJECTS have they harmed themselves :  Mentally and emotionally he’s hard on himself--otherwise, there’ve been times he was “intentionally careless” thought of suicide :  Yes attempted suicide :  He backed off without revealing anything of it to anyone, but-- Awfully nearly. When he knew he was about to be graduated to real missions as a full-fledged Agent, and his personal life (such as it was) had reached an all-time low, he had a quiet sit-down alone with the supplies he stole from the medical stores. : ( wanted to kill someone :  --not most of the people he actually HAS killed (regrettably for him). But. Yes. There’ve been some he DIDN’T kill, who he really wished he could. \:)) have any fears : The people in authority in hierarchies make him uncomfortable. (Most) Sith are especially unnerving; he’s afraid of what they can do with their Force powers, or just by giving orders. Other than that, there are probably thousand different triggers of anxiety and upsetting memories in him, but he’s had to try not to react to any while he was an Agent. Buried it all inside. One he can’t hide: how afraid he is when anything threatens Keran. THAT Sith is too important to him.
FAMILY sibling(s) :  None as far as he’d know parents :  He’s not sure who they were children :  Not planning on any pets : Maybe he’ll get a small lizard sometime! Or a terrarium for some bugs? Mjau will have to approve it on her ship. In the meantime, he’ll put up with some other people’s droids
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Aaah I loved your Maul nsfw alphabet! Can I ask for Savage?
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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
He treats you like glass. He’ll carry you to the shower, and help you clean up before pulling you on top of his chest.  He likes you sleeping on top of him rather than the mattress.
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
He loves your tits.  110% boob man, and you can quote me on that.  He loves reaching out and palming them in his massive hands.  He loves how soft they are and how touching them makes you groan.  He loves all your soft parts, but your breasts are his favorite.
For himself, he loves his arms.  He knew, even before his transformation, what power they could hold.  He knows you like them, and admire them while he fights.  And he knows he can keep you safe in them.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
Call it instinct, but he wants nothing more than to cum inside you every time.  He loves watching as cum drips out of you pussy, coating his cock.  You’re too full with him that some inevitably overflows.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
As careful as he is and has delicately as he treats you, there is a part of him that wants nothing more than to just use you body.   The need to fully let go and tear you apart with his cock is ever present. He just wants to keep you in bed and stuff you full of his cum again and again, until you pass out.  And even then keep fucking you until you only smell of him and sex.
He keeps this entirely to himself, ashamed of this primal drive inside him.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
None before you. Personally I think the Nightsisters either kill or enslave whoever is chosen for a mate. That’s why Savage was adamant that Feral keep his head down. So between getting none on Dathomire and getting transformed by Mother Talzin, there hasn’t been an opportunity.
Maybe if there’s a weird coming of age ceremony for Nightbrothers, but I’m not sure.
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
You riding him.  He’s very aware of his strength as is constantly worried about hurting you.  Having you on top to set the pace eases his anxieties and allows him to actually enjoy the moment.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
Not really.  He’s not exactly the funniest guy out of the sheets, so that’ll be a negative between them too.  He honestly get maybe a little too serious, and it’ll be up to you to break the tension.
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
Absolutely no hair down below.  He doesn’t even need to shave.  Zabraks are just like that.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
He is 110% focused on you when you’re having sex.  Rough or slow, it doesn’t matter.  He has to know you’re okay.  Sometimes that means he’s too much in his own head, but it comes from a good place.
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
Not as often as you would think.  Even before being transformed, he didn’t do it that often, associating sex in general with the Nightsisters and what that might mean for him.  After you’re together, he doesn’t really see the point.  He has you.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
As tempting as it is to say size kink (and it is very tempting), I’m actually going to say he’s neutral on the subject. 
Praise kink is truly what gets him going.  Knowing he makes you feel good.  Knowing you love him.  Knowing it’s him making you feel this way will send him more than anything else.
Also, sub 8.5/10.  That’s just my theory.
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
Anywhere.  Seriously, anywhere.  The man is not picky.  The only thing he asks for is privacy, but other than that; against a wall, on a table, in your bed, in your shower, in the training room, where ever you want to have sex, he is down to clown.
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
You asking for it.  Seriously.  You asserting yourself and telling him and you want him right then and there and he’s ready to go.  It’s your choice to be with him.  Your confidence to know what you want and when you want it, gets him going like nothing else.
Also, your smell.  I’m not sure how else to put it.  He loves the way you smell.  If your sweating from exercise or training and he gets a good nose full, he’s taking you to bed right then and there.
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
No to BDSM.  He doesn’t like the idea of hurting you for pleasure and he’s been too hurt to like it on himself.  Pain doesn’t mix with pleasure in his mind.  Pain is pain and pleasure is pleasure.  That’s it.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
God he loves giving.  It’s so easy to get lost in your taste and sounds.  The feeling of your hand clasping his horns sends him every time.  There has been more than one night where he just keeps going, making you cum again and again with his mouth and fingers until either you tear him away or pass out from the pleasure.  He gets a little enthusiastic.
As for him getting, he likes it, but the simple fact is, you can’t even begin to get him fully inside your mouth.  Deep-throating is nearly impossibly with his ridged cock.  Still the fact that you even offer is incredible to him.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
Slow and sensual...at least at the start.  If I haven’t made my point yet; he does not want to hurt you!!!  He doesn’t fully trust himself to give you everything he’s capable of.  But, the more you beg and plead and insist that you can take it, the more his resistance wains. 
It takes a lot of trust to build between you two.  Eventually though, he gives it to you as rough as you like, nothing more or less.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
Sometimes.  It’s not his favorite thing, but sometimes there isn’t time for anything else, and you ask him so sweetly.  Their fast and dirty against the wall before he’s called by Maul on a mission.  They always leave you wrecked and him, a little less stressed.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
He’s really nervous when it comes to experimenting and doesn’t really have any interest in looking up stuff.  If you find something you’d like to try and talk with him in detail before hand, he’ll do it.  But, it does take a bit of convincing.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
He doesn’t last as long as you��d think, but his recovery time is insane.  He cums between 10 to 15 minutes in, but he can keep going anywhere between 3 to you honestly lost count when you hit the double digits times a night.
You’re not sure exactly what Mother Talzin did, but you thank her every night.
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
That’ll be a no.  He wants sex to be between you and him, no fancy silicon or anything else.  He wants to be the one to make you cum, every single time.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
Again, that’ll be a no.  He doesn’t even bother to try.  He wants nothing more than to please you.  The minute you beg to cum, he’s at your mercy.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
He makes the most animalistic sounds during sex.  No coherent words, just a long string of grunts and growling, getting louder and louder until he all but howls when he cums.
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
He can smell your arousal.  If you’re standing in a room with him, he knows the second you’re turned on.  He’s not sure if Maul can sense it, but he can and it drives him crazy.
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
Huge.  Porn star huge.  You can’t even get it fully inside you with out serious prep work, you can see it bulging inside you huge.  Add on a three ridged cock like all other Zabaks and you’ve got the right idea. (insert link to Bad Dragon: Nova here because if I link anything outside of tumblr, I’m blocked from the tags)
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
Not crazy high.  His libido did not go up with his size.  He can go for a while without sex and be okay. But when he is in the mood...clear your schedule.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
It take him a good hour after sex to finally doze off.  He just likes you hold you, listening to you talk until your words get slurred and you fall asleep on his chest.  He allows himself to enjoy the heat and weight of your body on his own, to know that you’re real and here with him.
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Yoh, u back, girl. So glad to see it 😔✌️
So, um, can I make a request? I dunno, for the Chiss bros + Eli and Kallus? Perhaps with the Zabraks brothers? I don't know, you choose, baby.
The thing is, I used to have suicidal thoughts a few years ago, and I actually tried to kill myself a few times (not to worry, I go to therapy and nowadays I don't think about killing myself anymore 😔✌️), but I do still have some scars from those days.
So, um, how would they react if they found out about the scars? Would they ask? Would they ignore it? Would they hug you and make you some cookies with hot cocoa? 🥺
Have a nice day, darling!
Absolutely, here you go!
Thrawn is a listener by design. He of course notices before you say anything, but won’t bring it up. You’d tell him about it when you’re ready.
And when you are ready, when you show or tell him on your own terms, he nods, silent, contemplating. If allowed, he may gently trace his fingers along the marks.
“We all have our history,” he says lowly, watching his own hand before glancing up, meeting your eyes. For a moment, you can’t tell what he’s thinking. But his expression changed. What had before been interest and thoughtful glances is replaced by... understanding. “Everything changes with time... As will these. But I will be here. With you. That, at least, will never change.”
And Thrass has bittersweet reactions to the markings. To think, that there had been a time when you had done such a thing purposefully, it hurts him even to imagine it. Oh how he wishes he had been there, how he would give anything to change it.
And yet, you’re here. You can still place your hand in his, can accept his touch, his love. He’s grateful for these markings, if only as a sign that things are different, that you have healed and can still be with him.
When you tell him, he pulls you to his chest. He knows you trust him enough to explain it all by now, and he thanks you silently for it, for being here to tell him. He wants to give you everything, that much he’s already known for a while, but he swears to you, and to himself, that he will make you feel loved every second of every day.
Eli does ask, as he’s curious by nature. He doesn’t want to leave a single stone unturned, and though it’s frankly poor form to be so forward about it, he feels that it’s a fairly large stone to leave unturned.
So you tell him. And he listens. His eyes never leave your face when you speak. He may ask a few questions when you’ve finished, if only to set a few things straight. But really, he’s there, simply for the sake of knowing you, and he offers something himself.
“Ya know...” he says, albeit a bit hesitantly. “I used to think that... your plans have to be set in stone. And if things didn’t work out the way you wanted, that was it. Everything’s ruined. But... if being here has taught me anything... I guess it would be that sometimes, when things don’t work out, maybe it’s because you were meant for something better. Maybe... it’s because you’re meant to be somewhere else.” He smiles. And you think that he just might be onto something.
But Kallus is shocked. He doesn’t notice them until you directly tell him about it, simply because he’s not the most perceptive person. But his first instinct upon finding out is downright worry, and he listens intently as you speak, barely even breathing as you go.
His silence is a solemn one, as if still worried for your well being. He kisses the backs of your hands when you’re finished. He thanks you. For telling him. For trusting him. And after a moment, he brings you something warm and drapes a blanket around your shoulders. You lean into him in return. And he’s glad.
Maul... Maul understands. He understands more than anyone. But such a thing pains him to find out. How could the world be so cruel that it caused you, someone so good, so loving, to feel such a way? How could it make you suffer in ways worse than he had?
He holds you as you tell him, and he finds himself split. His love for you overtakes half of him. He wants nothing more than to give you all his love, to shower you in his adoration and protection. And the other half is bitter resentment. This world, this reality. How dare it? How dare it harm you this way? He finds himself wishing to destroy the worlds that caused you pain once, to create something new that would show you only happiness.
But still, you’re here in his arms. You’re healed, in much the same way you’d managed to heal him. He rubs gently at your skin. This, at least for now, will do just fine.
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