#savage x reader

[mandos-mind-trick]

Kinktober Day 13 - Size Difference

Summary: He’s just so big.

Pairing: Savage Opress x reader

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, size difference, unprotected sex, established relationship, implied foreplay, Savage has a big dick, little bit of a praise kink, scratching, brief mention of blood.

A/N: Should I be writing on only five hours of sleep? Probably not but here we are. Not super proud of this one.

MASTERLIST

A whimper is pulled from your lips as you stare up at the hulking form above you. The wide head of his cock drags through your folds as he hovers above you. You stare up into his yellow eyes as they glow slightly in the low light. His horns stick out high and proud like a crown adorning his head. Even they are big and sharp, a warning and a threat. 

A shiver runs down your spine, goosebumps forming on your skin as his hand runs down your stomach, sharp claws dragging across the delicate skin. He lets out a low sound, a deep rumbling in his chest as blood beads on the surface of your skin where his claws dug just slightly too deep. His other hand is wrapped around his cock, stroking the thick appendage. He’s hard and leaking, his fingers still shining with your juices. 

Your hands grip the back of your thighs, opening yourself wider for him. His hand presses against your stomach as he drags the head of his cock through your folds once more. Your pussy clenches as another whimper falls from your lips. You stare up into his eyes, lips parted as he presses the head of his cock against your tight hole. Your body tenses in preparation for the intrusion, the painful stretch of his cock. 

“Relax.” His voice rumbles through his chest, his hand applying more pressure to your stomach. 

You take a breath, trying to relax as his head presses into you, the stretch burning as he forces his way into your tight pussy. Your hands grip the backs of your thighs as he presses further in, body trying to fight him despite how much you try to relax. 

“‘S too big.” You whine, body clamping around him as he sinks deeper into you. 

“You can take it.” He says, his thumb stroking the skin on your stomach. 

You whimper as he presses even further, continuing to stretch you open. He’s slow going, easing into you as your body has no choice but to open for him, your eyes glued to where your pussy is stretched wide around his ribbed cock. 

Your eyes roll back as he slips further in, his big hands wrapping around the backs of your knees. You let yourself go, going lax under him as he presses completely into you, hips flush with yours. 

“That’s it.” He praises you, deep voice almost rumbling through your whole body as you relax around him. 

“S-Savage!” You gasp as he applies pressure to your stomach, your pussy fluttering around him. 

He lets out a sound like a growl, his cock twitching inside you. His hands slide down your thighs to your hips, taking hold of them before he begins to move, thrusting in and out of you slowly. Small noises leave your lips with every movement, his thick cock dragging along your walls. You can see it, the bulge of his cock within you with every thrust. His hands hold your hips tightly, pinning you to the bed as he uses your body. 

The bed shakes with every thrust, your hands gripping the sheets desperately as the pleasure builds within you with every drag of his cock through your pussy. He growls and groans, nails digging into your skin as he fucks you. The pain is nothing new to you, only adding to the pleasure. 

He bares his teeth in a snarl as you squeeze around him, your orgasm rapidly approaching. You reach up, sliding your hands up his arms to his shoulders, pulling him down closer to you. He folds his body over yours, his horns brushing the side of your head. The new position has his cock hitting a spot deep inside you, your legs shaking as you get closer and closer to your orgasm. 

“‘M gonna cum!” You gasp, fingers digging into his shoulders. 

He turns his head, lips brushing your ear. “Cum for me.” 

Your eyes roll back as you cum, squeezing around his cock. He growls, his pace not faltering any as he fucks you through your orgasm. 

Overstimulation begins to burn through you as he chases his own high, his hips slamming into yours at a bruising pace. You cling to him, your body trembling as you can do nothing but hang on for dear life. 

He cums with a moan, nearly falling on top of you as he fills you with a groan. The feeling is almost too much, his cock twitching inside you as he spills into you. You cum a second time, writhing under him as you milk his cock. 

He wraps his arms around you, rolling you over so you’re laying on top of him, his cock slipping from your pussy. You lay your head on his chest, his arms wrapping around you tightly. You’re going to be sore tomorrow, but you don’t care. 

It’s always worth it.

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#star wars #star wars fic #savage opress x reader #savage x reader #x reader #kinktober 2023

[yandere-wishes]

Savage deserves to have a Nightsister darling. A little witch who's soul he can crush and mold into his perfect little sweetheart. Don't get me wrong, Savage is the nicest sith/zabrak out there. But I'm convinced he wants to get some revenge on the nightsisters for the hell they put him and the rest of his kin through.

#yandere #yandere x reader #yancore #yandere x you #star wars #star wars imagine #star wars headcanons #yandere aesthetic #savage opress #savage opress x reader #savage x reader #yandere savage #yandere savage opress #darth maul #darth maul x reader

[thenightmarketofdathomir]

Soul Marks

Feral: You notice the mark on your hip when you step out of the refresher one morning. Obscured by condensation on the mirror, at first you don't realize the hoop and arc looks like an eye. Something ancient, from one of the desert clans, maybe. It's smooth when you run your fingers over it, but too large to be a birthmark, the flourish too perfect. A data scan reveals that it's a sigil — a mark meant for protection against the Dathomirian gods of death. You don't know why it appeared, or how, but you know in your bones that if you want answers, they're waiting for you on that remote world in the Quelli sector.

Savage: Your training session was brutal, and laughing about the sheer amount of bacta patches the droid thrust at you, battered and bloodied by the work, you didn't notice at first as you patched yourself up that one mark would scar. Even after the bandages were removed, you couldn't make sense of the shifting pattern of flesh, nor the strange, green glow emanating from the numbers raised on your forearm. Nothing healed them. And every day, they changed — ticking down by one, as if counting down a date. Your death, you thought at first, terrified. And later, as the numbers turned to single digits, and you fled the city to the remotest world on the outer rim to hide out in the seediest cantina, the number vanishing as the door opened to dust and the darkness of a starless sky, you felt the shadow fall across you at last: silent, but certain as his gaze alighted on yours, and you knew how wrong you were: not your death, but your destiny.

Maul: Krayiss was never friendly to anyone who was not Sith. Neither of you wanted to be paired with a partner for the job, but expertise is hard to come by, and while he required a guide, you needed an adept. Six rotations in Maul's company never warmed him to conversation, but the scant handful of things you learned of him were intriguing: a lost history, a stolen future, a childhood spent in service to greater ambitions. "It is not my name by birth, either," he told you one gloomy Benduday in the shadow of the library, picking over your findings like the scrolls were treasure while he offered gold in that metered, silky murmur. Strange, how your first impulse was to touch the word at the base of your scalp, hidden beneath your hairline -- a finely scribed line of Paecean revealed by a poorly chosen haircut years before. The word was a name, certainly, but never one you recognized, though the feeling of knowing rang clearly for just a moment before he turned that burning gaze away. And maybe knowing never fades, though providence reveals itself in hidden things, in dark places, in strange company when we least expect it.

#Soulmate AU #Darth Maul #Savage Opress #Feral Opress #Darth Maul x Reader #Maul x Reader #Savage Opress x Reader #Savage x Reader #Feral Opress x Reader #Feral x Reader #Darth Maul x You #Savage Opress x You #Feral Opress x You #AFAB Reader #AMAB Reader #GN Reader #anyone else notice that the marks around Feral's eyes look like the Eye of Osiris? #Star Wars Microfiction #The Clone Wars Fanfic

[bacarasbabe]

Hiiiiiiii, so happy! Can I ask about Savage + 2 ☆ { putting } a hand over their mouth to be quiet, from the smut prompts? Only if it’s something you’d find interesting!

Ohmygod talk about another amazing request 😩 I had so many ideas for this one too. So you get two fics 💕 Idk what it is but I've really been in the mood for more Savage recently. Thank you for the request and I hope you like what I wrote!

5 Sentence Fic Requests

The gasp you cry is punched from your gut, escaping before you’re able to gain control of your body once more.

It echoes down the hall, painting the smooth walls in the sounds of your staccatoed breaths while simultaneously giving away the topic of your private conversation, to anyone who overhears, with the man who’s currently pressed flush to your core.

Savage stills momentarily, pinning you to the same traitorous wall with his hips and kisses your swollen lips, a request to be quiet, before he thrusts resume.

Again, you’re unable to hold back the cry that erupts from your chest, so Savage resorts to replacing his mouth with the palm of his hand, gently yet firmly covering the lower half of your face.

“Come on my cock, little one, then I’ll take you back to my chambers where you can be as loud as you want.”

From your knees, the height difference between the two of you is greatly pronounced.

Savage towers over you, caging you underneath and between his legs as you work his leaking cock with your kiss-swollen lips and spit slicked hands.

He looks desperate, golden eyes half lidded, knees bent as if he was about to collapse to the floor.

You suck the bead of precum from the head of his cock and Savage keens loudly.

He cuts his cry off, smothering his mouth with his own hand in an attempt to control himself.

#this was so much fun to write #five sentence fic #5 sentence fics #star wars #savage opress #savage #savage x reader #savage opress x reader #savage x you #savage opress x you #botherbother-blog

[stardustbee]

Maul x Fem!Reader x Savage in a little soft aftercare, cuddle and make out season

Aka little Bee has no idea for a other name and just described what is happening! 😬

I apologise if there are mistakes!

🚫⛔ This contains 18+ content! Minors please DNI 🚫⛔

Warnings: mention of oral (male receiving), mention of PiV, mention of choking, mention of bruises and bite marks. (Please feel free if I forgot something!)

Word Count: 576

Note: This was inspired after reading this @eloquentmoon ! Thank you for the inspiration! Go read that one please, it is really good ♡ I use this as a practice for Fly me to the Moon because I really want content like this in my story! Please be honest what you think, although I am nervous 🤭

My Masterlist ♧

You lay relaxed between the two Zabrak men. Savage layed in front of you and you had your face buried deep in his strong chest. Maul behind you. He held your arms tight and hugged you as close as his brother would allow. One took what he wanted from you, the other gave you what you wanted. It was more than just an exciting night. Bruises from the brothers' bites. Your temple is still aching from Savage's wild fire. Your mouth was abused by Maul. The smells, the sounds and the feelings. It took you a long time to get used to it.

Your consciousness slowly revived from sleep and you slowly opened your eyes only to be greeted by Savage's sheer bulk. He noticed how you were slowly waking up and hugged you from his brother's arms. 

Maul let a growl out of his throat as he felt the emptiness he was now reaching into. He opened his eyes and looked at you, then straightened his torso. Like his brother would take you away from him. But it wasn't that he hated his brother for it or that he got jealous. It was more like they were spending time with you and he felt Savage was fed up with you.

You sensed his discomfort and turned to face him. "Honey..." and then you start kissing his hand gently. The wonderful hands that lustfully choked your throat last night. Your kisses travel up his arm until you are sitting up in bed with him. Then you start kissing his neck. When you notice that he has calmed down, you look into his golden eyes. A smile crosses your lips. "Don't feel neglected." Your hands are on his cheeks and you pull him towards you to kiss him. It would be wrong to deny that everything hurts after yesterday. But you wanted to meet his wishes and not disappoint him. One takes and one gives and sometimes the two brothers take whatever existence you have to offer.

Your tongues met. Savage watched you both. Of course he wishes it was him who kisses you, who loves you, but he's had his time with you. 

Maul noticed every little twitch. Your body reacted, every little muscle in this vulnerable body was hurting you. And as he put his hand between your legs, which you willingly spread, he realized that you need your time. Maul broke the kiss. "My star," he looked deep into your eyes. "We don't have to do this now." You were about to protest but he stopped you with his finger on your lips and gave his brother a telling look.

Your body gave up. You let yourself fall wearily into the arms of your beloved Maul and only feel the kiss on your forehead. Then you were alone. No one to give you warmth. Your mind slipped back into a heavy sleep. However, you feel the tall, strong figure that must be Savage lift you up and carry you out of the room. The next thing you felt was...water. Warm, well-scented water. Your limbs relax and you feel someone pull you onto their lap. It was Maul. He massages your shoulders with a pleasant, oily substance. It was like all the pain was blown away. "Little flower..." Savage joined you and began massaging your right foot. You then fall into a kind of trance…of relaxation…relaxation and renewed lust for your two beloved Zabraks.

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Tagging some people who might be interested! (Let me know if you want to be added or don't wish to be tagged!)

@eloquentmoon @eyecandyeoz @elledjarin @moonstrider9904 @justalittletomato @corona-one @nxctuaryninetythree @nobody-expects-the-inquisitorius @oh-three @darthmaussy @fairytaleapple @by-the-primes @sinisterexaggerator @oh-three @kimageddon @dinsverdika

#star wars #darth maul #maul #savage opress #darth maul x reader #maul x reader #savage x reader #savage opress x reader #stardustbees writing

[eloquentmoon]

MY BELOVED MOON

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

..... But I did.

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

🥺

👉👈

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

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

“Swallow.”

Pairing: Savage x F!Reader

Summary: Savage Opress rails F!Reader. Messily.

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

Word Count: 3.2k

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

 {Read on AO3} / {Smut Prompts} / {My Masterlist}

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

Tonight is no exception. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What?” you ask.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You hear a satisfied, grumbling purr from his chest. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m gonna cum, Savage.”

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

“Cum with me, please.”

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

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

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

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

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

Then you are cumming. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Swallow.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

And so it begins again.

–

tagging ppl who may like this: @maulslittlemeowmeow @eyecandyeoz @kimageddon @seriowan @c-ones-adults-only-club @elledjarin @lifeless-being @gggoldfinch @sp00kworm

#savage opress #savage #savage fic #savage x reader #savage opress fic #savage opress x reader #star wars smut #savage opress smut #savage smut #my writing #eloquentmoon #lemon

[luminnara]

3k Rec list

I’ve been meaning to do a rec list forever, but I am, unfortunately, very disorganized SO HERE ONE FINALLY IS

The Queen of the King by @gav-san : Once every one hundred years, a King is born to the Gerudo, and this king is required to find a Queen of a different race. In order for this stubborn king to find a bride worthy of his ambitions, he comes to Hyrule, under the guise of renewing the treaty between the two lands. Unfortunately for you, he quickly finds the one woman for whom he is eager to wage a war over. (Ganondorf x Reader)

Rise With Me by @ro-blaze and @kaelsmiscellany : “One sits, wings broken, yearning for what she can no longer understand. One stands, fire raging, burning with righteous fury over what has been stolen from him. Two bound souls separated for millennia meet once more, a fragile hope to heal the rift between their broken kingdoms.” (Ganondorf x Zelda)

Blood Moon Rising by MissGilette (AO3) :  The orphans living at The Sanctuary worship the angry god dwelling in Lake Hylia. Every year on the night of the blood moon, one of them is sacrificed to appease the god. Link is a non-believer due for a rude awakening. (Link x Sidon)

A Light Down the Well by TheLongRoadHome (AO3) : The Calamity struck 100 years ago and the Zora were wiped from the face of Hyrule before Princess Zelda and Champion Link could meet them. King Dorephan was felled by Ganon. His body and the death of his people displayed; so all might see the futility of resistance against the Blight.Now Link and Zelda have conquered the Calamity, and the repatriation of Hyrule Castle begins. But there’s something else still lurking in the castle, waiting for Link, and it’s angry. (Link x Sidon)

Interim by starkraving (AO3) :  She has no throne. Girls without thrones should not have knights, but hers won’t go. Princess Zelda – the girl who killed Calamity – would love to fade into legend, but Link’s bought a house, he’s fighting off monsters, and he’s selling giant horses to strangely familiar Gerudo men. She'll never have any peace now. (Link x Zelda x Ganondorf)

Drowning in You by @pinkchubbiebunnie :  Spending the summer working as a lifeguard at Hawkins Pool with Billy Hargrove was probably something most girls would kill for. You - you were mostly just lucky that you hadn’t killed Billy yet. Until one day… when wanting to kill him became something else entirely. Something very dangerous, and very beautiful for the both of you. (Billy Hargrove x Reader)

As The World Falls Down by Fangedwoman (AO3) :  You've left your home and everything you've ever known and suddenly find yourself in and then out of a mysterious forest. You find yourself forging new friendships, building a life from the ground up and fending off confusing new feelings, all under the watchful eye of The Goblin King. You just wish you knew why he kept his gaze so unwavering when it came to you... (Jareth x Reader)

A Prince of Dathomir by @kimageddon :  When her childhood friend was stolen from her home, from her life by a monster in a black cloak, Nightsister Zaiya Valessa is filled with a rage and determination to do anything in her power to get him back and reunite him with his brothers and his family. To take his place as the Prince of Dathomir. No matter who or what stands in her way. (Maul x OC)

The Kings and their Queen by calamityqueen (AO3) :  To say that you didn’t harbor feelings for Maul and Savage would be a complete fallacy. At first, there was nothing but a friendly business relationship between you and the brothers, but it soon festered into something more. The flirtatious banter, smoldering gazes, and lingering touches that occurred throughout the day stayed with you in the night, and caused an ache in your core. But you couldn’t possibly choose between the brothers— you loved them both too much to be forced to pick— so you had resolved to keep your feelings for the sith lords secret. (Maul x reader x Savage)

#fic recs #ganondorf x reader #ganondorf x zelda #sidlink #zelgan #ganondorf x zelda x link #triforce #Billy Hargrove x reader #maul x reader #jareth x reader #savage x reader

[justalittletomato]

Mandalorians were typical in the areas of battle and war.

Raised to fight from a young age. Of course there were a variety of other roles…

Maul’s Mandalorian more or less was a book with legs. Rattling on about the many instances of Mandalorian history, language or the newest inquiry they had to discuss with Maul about the syndicates.

On the other hand…

Savage would say he did not have a Mandalorian…though someone might mention the shadow often near him.

This Mandalorian was not like the others, they heard the sighs from the others.

They did not quite fit the airs of the others. Instead of a blaster, a small vial and ever the scent of chamomile and Lilly of the valley.

A slip away from the room and a strangle sound. Savage looked about, ah there they were again. Vial in hand and whisking away the tea set.

“He shouldn’t have insulted you.” The Mandalorian muttered.

Apothecarian Mandalorians were a resourceful type. Able to heal just as well as leave damage in their wake.

Savage gave the Mandalorian a smile, “ It seems so, seemed you took the matter into your own hands.”

A shy glance down, “ I have never been too good with a blaster.”

“But a flick of the wrist and some Lilly of the valley.”

The Mandalorian walked past Savage. “ Has its advantages…” the sweet smell of it still on them.

A deadly thing this his Mandalorian was.

#savage x reader #savage x mando!reader #mando!reader #savage #savage oppress #savage opress fic

[apprenticesavageopress]

Savage accidentally killed with his hands. He accidentally killed with his mind. Everyone in his life used him as a weapon. He was only taught brute force. He never learned how to be gentle.

He’s afraid to be with you. He doesn’t want to hurt you. He fears he can’t hold you without crushing you. He wants to love you but first he has to learn control. He has to learn gentleness.

#savage opress #savage x reader #savage headcanons

[kimageddon]

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Sonnet 29 - Savage Reading

So this piece was inspired by a fic written by @eloquentmoon where Savage comes home and reads to you (reader). I can't remember who first said it, but I latched to the idea of Savage with half moon glasses and I just really like it.

All of the talk of Savage made me realise that I don't draw him enough so I decided to do just that! I experimented with different brushes this time and I am really happy with how it turned out.

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#savage opress #star wars #star wars fan art #savage x reader #digital illustration #digital painting

[moonstrider9904]

Star Wars fic and art recs for June!

Thank you to the lovely people who sent in recommendations and to every writer, artist, and creator out there who gives this site and this fandom life <3 Thank you all for taking the time to do what you do!

Remember to not only check these works out but also give them a reblog, a comment, and just overall support these wonderful creators!

** = 18+, minors DNI

Fic recs

Captain Rex

What Blooms in Thunder Series by @rowansparrow **

Untitled One-shot by @rexxdjarin **

I want to spend my life with you by @rexxdjarin

Where Gods Lie Series by @seriowan **

Captain Chuckles (OC)

One Step at a Time Series by @wild-karrde

Crosshair

Moonwalker Series by @moonstrider9904 **

Breaking Point by @kaminocasey **

The Bad Batch

In More Ways Than One Series by @madameminor **

Commander Wolffe

Pieces Series by @teletraan-meets-jarvis

Hiding in Plain Sight Series by @starlightrows **

No Strings Attached Series by @cyarbika

Maul Opress

A Time of Truth by @eloquentmoon

On the Streets of Coruscant Series by @darth-void **

Savage Opress

Swallow by @eloquentmoon **

Art recs

Crosshair

Crosshair crying by @minx067

I miss him by @fivesx4 (slightly nsft)

Crosshair by @infrared-to-ultraviolet

Maul

Maul by @thicc-ray-of-sunshine

Maul by @fancyfrogash

Maul by @vertropolis

Obi-Wan

Healing by @poreyneel

Sunflowers by @sunfluerys

Kenobi by @uzuriartonline

Squeeze by @montinew-draws

Hunter

Season 2 armor by @julesarago

Commander Wolffe

Wolffe by @cobaltbeam

Commander Night

Rebels Era Night by @zoruui

Ahsoka

With Sabine and Hera by @flopicas

Others

Looooooong Loth Cat by @justalittletomato

#star wars fic recs #star wars art #star wars fanart #star wars fanfic #moon's rec lists #crosshair x reader #wolffe x reader #maul x reader #savage x reader #maul opress #savage opress #captain rex x reader

[thenightmarketofdathomir]

May I humbly request:

🍌 w/ m! reader

Ball worship for Savage’s massive sac and lots of cum, either facial or anal

🙏

Friends, a novelty: one brave soul requesting a male reader.

And for Savage.

...

Pairing: Savage x Reader (AMAB Cis) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Oral (Giving), Anal/Fisting (mention), Size Kink, Splatter, so much Savage!Juice. So. Much. Savage!Juice. This is messy af. Reader's determined. Nut nut nuts nutsss. Nut. I bet they're thick af.

It hits you on the nose first: a fat spatter you couldn't catch, sliding off the tip and missed by your tongue entirely. With your chin gripped in a palm half the size of your head, you shouldn't miss:

He wipes the droplet into your skin like the brand that it is; a smear that says you're his, you're willing, you'd do anything to get more than a grunt of acknowledgement out of the mountain of a man who's had enough of your posturing.

"I can do this."

"Wider."

You'd unhinge your jaw if you could, but the best you can do is stick out your tongue and relax your throat when he massages it, trying to determine how deep you can take him.

"I've been practicing."

"Stop talking," he grunts.

That's why your cock leaves a little trail of pre-come across the floor, leaving a trail that glistens between your knees the closer you dared press yourself to his shins. Sweet-eyed and begging and stiff. You didn't think about your knees, or how long you'd have to stay on them while he inspected your offering:

Your flat teeth. Your pink tongue. Your willing throat.

It's not enough.

You've been thinking about him. Practicing in the refresher every evening. Two fingers. Then three. Then a toy. But never a fist because you couldn't reach.

You wondered if he'd help you.

You wondered if he'd spare the effort if you were polite enough and said please and caught his interest, stripped yourself to the waist, and then to the knees — offering yourself to this legend among the Nightbrothers.

You know the stories. You've been with enough of them. But never someone touched by the ichor. Never him, because no one could ever get close to Maul's Shadow Hand.

Savage's cock drips again, but he doen't let you catch the leak. It hits your upper lip and slides, salty and thick to your teeth. You struggle not to lick at it, but if you do, you'll just make a mess of things.

Stars, he's big.

Bigger than anything you've taken before -- the striped black up the length rippling to the places his cock inflates to his knot, and each ridge appears to pulse the harder he gets.

"This isn't going to work." It's not reassuring, but neither is the way his gaze darts off you when he steps away, resuming his seat. It groans from the impact, and creaks when he leans back, legs spread and still hard.

"An admirable effort, but I cannot --"

It's a bigger target, the slit at the end weeping pre-come, but you're not doing your job -- drooling off your chin the longer you keep your tongue extended and expectant and he denies you the pleasure of working him to fulfillment.

"Let me persuade you otherwise," you tell him.

It bobs between his legs, but if he won't let you have his cock, then you'll just have to be more persuasive.

"I can do other things."

You're already crawling, knees accustomed to the stone floors and the dirt already, the space between his spread legs inviting as he falls backwards at your touch:

Callouses sliding against his thighs to the thick crepe of flesh beneath his cock: his sack tightening as you settle closer. He wants you, but he fears negotiating your differences.

Too small a mouth. Too small a body. And him -- glorious and hard and inviting and thick and dripping -- a wall of hard flesh, nipples erect, his cock thick between his legs.

You can take him. Maybe you speak the words. You don't remember. Too distracted. Needy and hard and desperate for attention.

Savage does not appear compelled to believe you.

"May I show you?"

You don't wait for an answer. Spreading his legs apart while the musk-heat and saltine sting of pheromones envelopes you, you lift his cock with ginger fingers, grasping the meat of him while your tongue extends —

Just a taste. Razing over rumpled, hot skin that flinches and contracts, pulling upwards as you open your mouth around the plush flesh, tonguing it to feel the tension just beneath the skin. Tastes good. Tastes like hard work and hard nights and he shudders at the contact when you suck as much of that one fatty globe between your lips.

It's heavy, pressed up against the roof of your mouth.

It drags you nearer to oblivion.

And groaning, your cock twitches at the noise he makes: a guttural growl that dips into a purr when one enormous hand cups the back of your head to hold you to him.

"More," Savage rumbles, and that single syllable reveals every truth that you suspected — every desire and every fear.

You cup the right, giving it a little squeeze of affirmation, the press of your tongue licking his testicle deeper though you can't close your mouth around it. It's too big. Just like the rest of him. He doesn't mind -- not with your nose buried into the underside of his cock, sucking so tenderly on his vulnerable parts while he grunts his appreciation at every swipe of your greedy tongue.

You want him to come undone. You'd beg him to fuck your throat, but your mouth is full and your fingers can't connect to your thumb around the base of his cock. Ridiculous. Ridiculous that the logistical impossibility makes your scrotum scrunch up into a tight little knot at the possibility that in one back-breaking stroke he could shatter your body and every resistance.

Stars willing.

He wasn't supposed to be this considerate.

Savage's hand wraps your skull, engulfing your ears in the cottony quiet of his palms as your world falls to the dark and stuffy heat of his musk and the flesh in your mouth.

"More," you hear from above, and you gag a little as he stuffs your mouth full. You choke, but you take it -- one full, heavy orb on your mouth because it's all you can handle at once while your own body protests at not being handled.

"Suck."

But why are those monosyllabic commands so impossible to disregard?

You do as you're told.

You do as you're told.

You do as you're told.

There's nowhere to go.

He stiffens, pulling from your mouth with a pop and a band of saliva connecting you to the wet circle around his sack where you'd put your mouth, but it's his cock —

Pressed past your lips as the seal splits and you taste him:

All smooth skin and that achey-good stretch as you open as much as you can and your throat convulses at the intrusion, but you take it. Five inches. Six. Teeth stuttering over those ridges you wanted to be so careful with but he doesn't even feel the way they graze him --

There's still so much of him, and you can barely breathe.

"That's good, little one," he murmurs, and the bass drum beat of how he fucks your tongue is measured in echoes of that easy, deep rhythm.

Your cock spurts a dribble of pre-release, one hand slackening to his thigh where it streaks wet down tense muscle and hot skin.

Too late.

He stands and you open beneath him as his hips twitch once, twice, and the spill hits you without warning:

A torrent.

Your surprise keeps you from swallowing, and it fills you fast and hot in a rush that spills from your the corners of your mouth and you choke a bubbled breath around him.

"You wanted this."

Savage's grin fits his namesake, and you did.

You did.

So you take the spill as it rushes over your chin and down your throat, hitting your chest in a splatter as he cradles your head, fucking your mouth shallowly to get every burst out, even if it's just the part of him that's the most sensitive.

Waves of it. Hot and sliding and sticky, a sweet, saltine mess that glitters white laced through with ichor. It burns your sinus. It chokes your mouth, but you swallow as much of him as you can in gulps like you could breathe him.

This close, at the knot butts up against your nose.

You take it. You open your throat.

Darkness knocks behind your eyes. Beautiful, you think as you descend.

#Savage x Reader #Savage Opress x Reader #Savage Opress x You #Savage x You #Savage Opress Smut #Nightbrother #AMAB Reader #Dathomir #M Reader #the night market of dathomir

[bacarasbabe]

Zabrak Masterlist

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

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Darth Maul

Series

Beat the Devil's Tattoo Masterlist - Updating

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

Darth Maul Pride and Prejudice AU List

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

One Shots & Drabbles

Maul + Injury (hurt/comfort)

Character + Fic Trope Prompt - 850 Words - Mature

On Top

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

Improper Use of The Force

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

Inky Black

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

Maul Using the Force

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

Maul and Breath Play

Five sentence hc about Maul and breath play - Explicit

Maul + Kissing the marks you left in them

Five sentence fic request - Mature

Savage Opress

Underneath

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

Savage and cock warming

5 sentence hc about cock warming Savage - Explicit

Savage is too big to fit

Size difference 5 sentence hc - Explicit

Savage + I don't like them looking at you

Five sentence fic request - Mature

Savage + Putting a hand over their mouth to keep quiet

Five sentence fic request - Explicit

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

[chiefcheesecakemaker]

Mcs at mammon's funeral: can I have a moment alone with him?

Asmo: of course *leaves*

Mc leaning over mammon's coffin: I know you're not dead dipshit

Mammon: yeah no shit

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me asmo #obey me mammon x mc #obey me mammon x you #obey me mammon x reader #obey me mammon #obey me mc #menace of an mc #mc is a literal savage and gives no fucks

[eloquentmoon]

sonnet 29 - savage x gn!reader

summary: modern au. gn!reader. when savage finishes a late shift at work, he comes home and reads to you, as he usually does - but the content of the text that he chooses tonight resonates with him in a deeply personal and profound way. features sonnet 29 by william shakespeare.  pairing: savage opress x gn!significant other!reader  cw/tw: domestic fluff that snowballs into angst. hurt/comfort. grief, insecurity, envy, mention of manipulation, sickness and abuse. happy ending. word count: 2.2k a/n: thank you candy + kima for beta-reading! this was inspired by prompt 6 of this list: ‘reading to them late into the night.’ this is purely self-indulgent: i love shakespeare and i want savage to read to me. i also hated how savage had no time to acknowledge or process the death of his brother feral, and that we did not get to see the extent of how maul's madness and his mother’s terrible behaviour affected him.

Sonnet 29 - [Read on AO3]

The weather outside is wet, grey and cold, and peppers your bedroom window with the delicate pitter-patter of rain song. The bare branches of a nearby tree are encouraged closer by a whistling autumnal breeze, and frequently knock against the glass. The howl of said wind is a muted, soothing backdrop to both of those gentle tapping sounds, and the trio of noises are a grounding comfort as you awaken from your dreamless sleep. The flickering glow of candles drapes your bedroom with an incandescent cosiness, the light so pleasant and warm, perfect for your now sensitive, sleepy eyes. You roll over, leaning across the cold and unslept-in side of your double bed to grab and then squint at your phone, which reads 4:13am. Perfect. Savage will be home any moment now, so you won’t bother trying to get back to sleep. You smile softly and sit up with a yawn, stretching your arms out into the cold air, before quickly pulling them back into yourself and the sanctuary of the warm bed with a shiver. You turn onto your side and curl up, nestling beneath the duvet and fluttering closed your tired eyes to rest them as you patiently await the tell-tale squeal of the elevator from down the hall - the sound that will indicate Savage’s imminent arrival.

As if right on cue, you hear the softened screech of the lift, and then the muffled thud of large feet padding closer. The lock of your apartment door then clicks, and you cannot help but grin as you listen to Savage try in vain to be quiet, shuffling around in the small hallway in the darkness, no doubt knocking his horns into the lampshade that hangs from the ceiling. Being as large as he is, Savage still struggles with residing in a building that wasn’t designed for someone of his size, which, though frustrating for him, is endlessly endearing to you. You quickly decide to let him know that you’re awake before he breaks anything in his attempts to prevent rousing you. “Savage,” you call out, your words laced with sleep. “I’m awake.”

He turns on the light in the hallway then, and makes his way to the bedroom. “What are you still doing up?” he asks softly as he appears in the doorway, ducking beneath it to enter the room. He steps closer and drops his keys to the bedside table, and leans down for a kiss. As you peck his lips, you notice that his yellow skin is cold from the weather, and raindrops linger on his tattooed cheeks. He smells like the nightclub he works for, that cheap booze mixed with the ashy remnants of other people’s cigarette smoke - but beneath that there is still the intoxicating goodness of his natural scent, a musky richness that never fails to make your head spin. 

“I was just so excited for you to come home,” you whisper against him. 

His lips curve into a muted, amused smile and with a final kiss, he then pulls away to the wardrobe. He shrugs off his jacket which is damp from the rain, then grabs a hanger. It’s a black double-breasted topcoat that was tailor made to fit his unique large frame, and you always think that it makes him look so smart and stylish. “Tea?” he asks as he hangs it up. You cannot help but grin at his offer, knowing that he is once again beginning the early-morning ritual you always share when he works late.

“Chamomile please,” you respond.

“Of course,” he says softly. “So how was work?” you ask, sitting up again, rubbing your groggy eyes as he makes his way from the bedroom to the kitchen.

“Fine,” he replies back, but you notice that his tone is slightly dejected. You hear him fill the kettle with water and switch it on. Then he pokes his horned-head around the doorway to say, “But all the better now it’s over, and I have come back home to you.”

You smile at that comment, but before you can reply he has disappeared again. You can hear the sound of him traversing the tiny kitchen, cupboards opening and closing, clinking mugs and teaspoons, the bubbling rattle of the kettle. Then he returns - two cups of steaming tea in his grasp, one in each hand: he makes them look like shot glasses with how large his fingers are. He passes you your tea, and you gratefully accept, holding the cup in both of your hands, pleased for the warmth that it emits.

“No sugar,” he states. “And in the cup with the smiling little tooka on it.” 

“Just how I like it,” you reply with a soft giggle. “Thank you, love.”

Savage smiles at your gratitude and places his mug on the table, then kicks off his shoes. You watch him closely, noting how much you like his work attire on him, how sharp and dapper he looks: he wears all black, a crisp shirt that, as most of his clothes do, appears the slightest bit too small for him. No tie tonight, a leather belt with a simple silver buckle, and fitted trousers that show off the shape of his thick legs wonderfully. It’s been a while since you’ve seen him wear his work clothes, what with him having time off due to the events of the past few months.

“How are you doing?” you ask softly, tucking your legs beneath you.

He sighs as he then falls back into the old armchair across from the bed, which is situated next to the bookshelf. He spreads his legs and rests his thick forearms on the fraying armrests and briefly closes his eyes, shaking his head. “It is…strange. Being back at the bar again,” he admits hesitantly.

“What’s strange about it? Talk to me,” you insist, a spike of worry unfurling in your chest.

“Seeing people…laughing, dancing, celebrating. As though nothing terrible has happened.” He opens his glowing eyes to look at you then, and his face softens with grief. “I still can’t believe that he’s…gone,” Savage says wistfully.

“Me either,” you reply. 

A pause. “He really liked you.”

The absence of his brother has haunted Savage since the day that he died four months ago, and you know that the weight of responsibility that Savage bears for Feral’s passing will always sit heavy on his shoulders. It is not helped by the fact that his family has crumbled in the face of such loss, what with his other brother Maul’s sickness and his Mother’s total apathy and indifference to both of her son’s pain. It has been heartbreaking to witness.

Savage takes a deep breath then, exhaling with a pensive sigh. He then plucks his small pair of wiry reading glasses from the bedside table, seemingly keen to move on. “So what are we reading tonight?” he asks as he perches the spectacles on his nose. Late night reading sessions by candlelight have always been a part of your routine together. It’s always a highlight of your day, stealing these precious moments after Savage finishes his shift, indulging in each other’s company before the sun’s rise and your departure for your own job. And since Savage had to take time off of work, you both kept up the habit. Comforting him and distracting away the sleepless nights with stories of faraway people and places, getting lost in fictional worlds together to cope with the tragedy of Feral’s death and Maul’s suffering.

“I was thinking maybe a poem or two tonight,” you reply, grabbing one of the tattered books that litter the wooden floor by the side of your bed, then reaching over to pass it to him. “Maybe a sonnet?”

“Which one?”

“Dealer’s choice.”

He flicks through the small volume of poetry, which looks positively tiny in his large fingers, and stops at a random page. “Sonnet 29,” he reads.

“Sonnet 29 it is.” 

And after a brief pause, he clears his throat and settles into a comfortable position. Then he begins to read:

“When, in disgrace with fortune and men’s eyes, I all alone beweep my outcast state…”

His voice is deep and rich as usual, he speaks clearly and slowly, enunciating each word perfectly. You feel a tug at your heart as you hear him read these antiquated lines, written by such a sad soul, from a time so long ago. Words that despite their age are timeless, that now may very well be resonating with Savage. Disgrace. The despair he feels in the face of his loss has been monumental, and you both know that there have been those around you that blame him for what happened, and the guilt and sorrow of such sentiments has begun to decay him from the inside out. Outcast. You are aware of how isolated his upbringing was, of how feeling separate from those around him has always plagued him. How that feeling has only been exemplified with the loss of Feral. “And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries And look upon myself and curse my fate…”

It is devastating how well Savage is embodying the pitiful, downcast narrator of this poem. A man broken by tragedy, his pleas and prayers, no matter how desperate, ignored by the Forces above. His existence falling to ruin. You notice Savage’s fingers gripping the pages tighter, and it is then that you understand: he really does relate to these words. He pauses at the end of this line, blinking slowly as the meaning of what he speaks steadily settles within him. As he realises that his pain has been understood by a poet, who lived hundreds of years before he even existed. Savage inhales softly, then continues: “Wishing me like to one more rich in hope, Featured like him, like him with friends possess’d…” Savage has never been one to complain, never been one to envy: does he truly resonate with these words? Does he wish he were someone else, someone without a violent past, without a broken family? Does he long for a temperament that is not easily inflamed, a body that is not large and imposing? To be someone whose friends and family have never once attempted to manipulate him for his strength? “Desiring this man’s art and that man’s scope, With what I most enjoy contented least…” Savage’s voice is quieter now, the tragedy of these lines making his voice syrupy with regretful understanding. Though you are aware of him sinking into a grief-fuelled depression, one that has leached him of his hobbies and passions; he has never before struck you as insecure or unsure of himself in any respect. Has he envied those with more money than him? Your home is modest, but you get by, it has never been noted as a problem before. Does he secretly wish for the decadent lifestyles of those that he works for? Or does he simply yearn for the sweet relief of self-medication, exotic drugs and acrid drinks that he cannot regularly afford? “Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising, Haply I think on thee, and then my state…”

After reading these two lines, he stops talking, reading the rest of the poem in silence. You worry that this was a terrible idea, that the content has been unnecessarily upsetting. That the poem is going to end with a bitter lament on the poet's lover, and Savage wants to save you the awkwardness of it by ending it here. But then he reads those final four lines aloud to you, his confidence restored, his countenance painted with…relief. “Like to the lark at break of day arising From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven’s gate; For thy sweet love remember’d such wealth brings That then I scorn to change my state with kings.”

There is a deep silence when he finishes, as his words ring in your ears, the meaning of the piece striking you unexpectedly, deep in your heart. The poet’s spirits, once melancholic and dire, are immediately lifted when he thinks of his lover. That he is like a bird, flying the sky at sunrise, whistling songs of beauty and reverence. Joyous. That his love brings such richness and wealth to his life, he no longer wishes to swap places with those of such greatness as monarchs. “It is all very truthful,” Savage muses, shutting the book. He thinks for a moment, then brings his eyes to yours. “My suffering has caused me at times, to envy and wallow,” he admits. “I have often compared my own fate with that of others, desiring to swap our lives, to switch places and live a menial existence without the heartache of my grief. My guilt.” He pauses, and adds with a devastating inflection, “and the overbearing reality of my abuse.” Savage then sits forward, taking the reading glasses from his face. “But then I look at you, my beloved.” Your eyes prickle with tears as you listen to him. “I look at you, and I know that I would not change a thing. Not for the world. Not for the galaxy. How could I ever envy those without you in their life?” You inhale sharply at the sweet shock of his confession, placing your cup of tea aside and stumbling out of the bed and into his lap. You wrap your arms around his neck, and feel his large, warm palm settle on your back. “Oh Savage,” you whisper. “I am so sorry for all of the pain that has been inflicted upon you. It’s not your fault. You don’t deserve this, any of it.” “When you say that, my love,” he mutters in a hushed whisper. “I truly believe it.”

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hello! a question can you do smut bi-han x ovulating! reader

Heyyy! Yes! I love that, when you are ovulating you are super horny and sensitive. Bi-Han would have fun with that! 😍😍😘😌

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BI-HAN X OVULATING!READER

Summary: Your ovulating, and it got you feeling more sensitive than usual and excited. Bi-Han noticed your strange behavior, and curious on why. Which he will soon find out

Tags: Fingering, multi sex positions, heavy smut, bite marks, kisses, rough sex, and degrading.

A/N: It’s fun and messy 🥴🥴

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You were in the kitchen making and mixing a bunch of concoction. You have been having strong cravings, and you know why.

Your head maids were looking at you confused, as you finished your food. Your hunger dying down, but now something else has been bothering you now.

You were feeling EXTREMELY horny, you hurried back to you and Bi-Han’s room. Keeping your legs shut tight. As if someone would be able to smell you ovulating.

As soon as you opened the door to your bedroom, you were greeted with a shirtless Bi-Han. Glistening at that as if he just finished training.

“Why are you trying to TORCHER ME!” You yelled frustrated and red. Bi-Han looked at you confused with a scowl.

“What are you talking about? I’ve been training with Kuai Liang for the past five hours. And now I’m changing.”

“That’s the problem! You and your glistening abs need to go! Just until I calm down.” You tried pushing him out. Which turned into a slight tussle, where he has you pinned to the bed.

“What is wrong with you woman?” He growled looking down at you.

You were definitely turned on by that, blushing harder. He noticed you moving your legs around, then it hit him.

“C-Can you p-please… Get off of me.” You spoke quietly and shyly. He only gave you a devious smirk, which always led to something dangerous.

He leaned closer to you, his finding your neck. Inhaling your scent, his nose tickling you slightly. “Now why would I do that, leaving my little vixen in this state.” He spoke in a lower tone, a deep chuckling escaping his lips.

You can feel it in your neck and body, that voice was killer. How can someone be this hot you stated to yourself.

His hands began feeling all around your body, as was kissing down your neck and collarbone. Then slowly down your chest, he bit at the soft skin.

Making you squeal a little, you know you probably like had three orgasms by now. All of a sudden you felt a breeze, Bi-Han ripped your clothes off in one pull.

Leaving you cold and exposed in only your bra and panties. Which were soaked, he pulled away looking at you like a predator ready to pounce.

His eyes went down to your wet entrance. “OFF.” He ordered you, and you knew exactly what he meant. You slowly were taking your panties, giving Bi-Han full view.

Your hands covering your face despite, having sex with him more than once. Then you jumped slightly from the cold piercing through your entrance. Soon melting, and slowly moans were coming from your voice.

He inserted a second finger, making you moan louder. Music to his ears, as he was slowly getting hard. He leaned down gripping your face, pulled you into rough kiss his tongue sliding into your mouth.

He began thrusting his fingers in and out of your pussy. Going faster, Bi-Han swallowing in your moans. You wrapped your arms around his neck, deepening it.

You were slowly reaching your peak, breaking the kiss. “B-B-Bi-Han… F-Fuck, p-please B…Bi-Han!” You cried out his name before you eventually came on his fingers.

Slowly riding out your orgasm, you can’t believe you just had your fourth orgasm from just his fingers. He pulled out, leaning back positioning himself between your legs.

He looked at you with heated eyes, licking at his fingers. Tasting every inch of you, “I never said you could cum?”

He glared at you, “I-I’m sorry Bi-h-“ *SMACK* you felt a sting on your ass, cutting you off. Making you wet again.

“You are sorry to who?” Bi-Han still looking down at you, rubbing the spot he slapped. You didn’t know his hard cock already out of his pants.

“I’m s-sorry… G-Grandmaster.” You corrected yourself quietly. You felt another sting, he had smacked your ass again. This time you moaned again.

“I almost forgot it was close to that time for you. Is this how you wanted to let your grandmaster know, you’re ready to bear my children.”

“I-“ *SMACK*

“Speak up Slut!” Bi-Han smirked, he lifted your legs over his shoulder. Pulling you closer, to feel his cock throbbing against you entrance.

“Y-Yes Grandmaster… P-Please fill me up grandmaster.” You begged in the sweetest tone, you were to out of it and in the heat of the moment. To care anymore, about anything.

“Whatever my lil slut needs.” Bi-Han didn’t waste any time and slammed his cock right inside you. Causing you to scream out.

He pulled out slowly, but not all the way. Pushed back inside harder everytime, he kissed your inner thighs. Which was sensitive, when you were aroused.

You begged him to go faster, tears falling from your eyes. Eyes rolled back in the back of your head, as he was thrusting faster and harder.

“Fuck! You feel so good Y/N. I’ll fill your little ass up, and you’ll be walking carrying my child.” Bi-Han told you in between thrusts.

You were caught off guard when he switched positions. Your back against his chest, and his arm around your throat. The position helping him go deeper, you were drooling.

“F-Fuck me Grandmaster… B-Bi-Han!… I’m s-so close.”

“You will not cum TILL I TELL YOU TO BITCH!”

You felt his hands on your bra, ripping it off and holding your breast. He then pushed you down, grabbing your hair. Pulling your head back, he started kissing your neck again.

Then leaving bite marks, you didn’t know how long you could last. Begging that he cums soon, he would not be happy if you came again.

He slapped your ass again, but a lot harder. You tightened around his cock, he grunted at the tightness. He was close to his climax, his thrust slowing down slightly.

“I want you to cum at the same time with me.”Before he thrust hard, pushing deep inside. Letting his seed explode inside you, you released right after shaking. Crying out Bi-Han’s name.

He let go of your, making you fall face first. Both riding out your orgasm, you felt his cock throbbing inside of you.

B-Bi-Han?” You tried using the little strength you had to turn around and look at your lover.

“Who said we were done?” Bi-Han smirked evilly, you gulped. Feeling his cock get hard again inside you. This man literally has unlimited stamina.

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• The Next Morning •

You woke up, full of bite marks and aches. From yesterday’s events. You groaned looking at your peaceful sleeping Bi-Han.

You grabbed your pillow, smacking him awake. “I’m in pain because of you.”

You heard him chuckling as you kept hitting him with the pillows as he was trying to block them.

A/N: I hope I accomplished the request. If you are ovulating that man will try to get you pregnant at every opportunity, I was happy to be given a smut idea. I LOVE THEM!!🔥🔥

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