#savage opress imagine

[ddejavvu]

pairing: savage opress x reader

contents/warnings: smut, minors dni. basically free use, pleasureplanet type deal, primal sex

The crimson juice of a dathomirian fruit runs down your chin, trailing unobscured down over your right breast that's still swollen from Savage's mouth. You've long since adapted to the style of dress that suits you the best- nothing at all. When you're venturing out into the village you'll cover yourself with garments from the nearby markets, but there's no use in wearing them at home, not when Savage's claws are liable to tear them to pieces at a moment's notice.

He's watching you now, and you know that he's ready for yet another round even if he's giving grace to your feeble human body.

Things work very differently for zabraks than they do for humans. Your refractory period, especially after taking a cock as large as Savage's, is at least fiften minutes, enough for the sting to subside and the thoroughly stimulated muscles to calm down again.

His eyes track your every movement but stray to watch the juice roll down your flushed skin. You're starting to wonder if this is why he treats you to a feast of fruits and soft, creamy cheeses on toast after sex- are you merely meant to make a mess of yourself?

His thick, clawed fingers reach for the wand in the honey jar, raising it to drizzle a thin stream of golden honey over a spread of cheese on crisped bread. It's a delicacy, something you'd have seen as luxurious before you'd crash-landed on Dathomir and stayed for the rest of your life, but now it's something you're hand-fed each time you spread your legs for Savage.

He holds it up to your mouth, predictably, because he never indulges in your post-sex spread. He's quick to gather it, and to deliver it to your feeble form, but he'll never take what's yours.

You bite into it and he holds the toast steady while his other hand comes to massage over your breast, sagging slightly as you slump against the headboard of your shared bed. Your body reacts to the rough, calloused skin of his hands, and you whimper into the delicacy he's stuffing into your mouth. You swallow what you can and take in the rest, honey and cheese mingling on your tongue as your teeth grind through toast. It gives you something to do, somewhere to put your breathy moans as Savage's hands trail down your body, one leaving a trail of honey in its wake.

"Keep eating." He murmurs, his voice gruff as he positions himself between your thighs, his knees now braced on the floor of your hut. His breath is warm as he huffs it over your used cunt, his horns angled forty-five degrees towards your face.

"You need your strength." He kisses along your inner thigh, pushing the tray of food towards you with one strong arm as the other wraps around your hip, claws digging gently into your soft flesh, "But I need you. Finish the fruit." He commands, and your hips jerk involuntarily at the calculating look in his eyes as he peers at your pussy still leaking his release. He's clearly worked up again, thinking of all the ways he'll use your cunt from here on out, and he looks nothing short of intimidating, claws marking your skin, horns standing proudly around his head. He's all-too eager to press his nose into your sex, his lips brushing your slit as he speaks, "And I will finish you."

[komotionlessqueenmm]

Headcanon/Preference # 37

Gifs NOT mine.

Rating - SFW

Reading time (roughly) - 12 minutes

Year posted - 2025

So yeah I totally killed the reader off in this one... Wanted this one to be angsty. Enjoy.

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• Obi-wan Kenobi •

• Obi-wan knew he shouldn't have let you join him on this particular mission.

• He knew something was off about this mission, he had sensed it in the Force.

• But he'd let you join regardless, and now you lay at his feet, bleeding out.

• He quickly dispatched of the enemy, and pulled you into his arms.

• "My love stay with me, you're going to be okay."

• He cradled your head in his free hand, trying desperately to assure you that everything will be okay.

• While also trying to fool himself into thinking you'll be able to pull through.

• As your breathing turned shallow, he kissed your forehead, smiling through the pain.

• He needed to be strong for you.

• And as your eyes fluttered closed, and your chest stilled, Obi-wan felt as if a part of himself had died with you.

• Only then did he allow himself to cry, and Obi-wan Kenobi was never the same.

• Becoming a shell of the man he once was, he eventually leaves the Jedi and roams the galaxy, feeling utterly lost without you by his side.

• Anikin Skywalker •

• Anikin thought he could protect you from anything.

• His one truest love, the one person he would have done anything for.

• This is the most dramatic turn of events for Anikin, the moment when he gave into the dark side.

• Cradling your lifeless body in his arms, Anikin screamed and cried.

• "You can't leave me (Y/n), you can't!"

• And with the aggressive flick of his wrist, he killed those that had taken you from him.

• He was merciless, unforgiving, and beyond angry.

• Anikin felt as if he'd died alongside you, and in many ways he did.

• Alone he laid you to rest.

• His once beautiful blue eyes turned to yellow as he watched you disappear from his life.

• Anikin felt as if your blood was on his hands, as if he failed to protect you.

• He also felt as if he failed you, because if you hadn't loved him as deeply as you did, maybe then you wouldn't have given your life for his.

• The day you died, was the very same day Darth Vader was born.

• Qui-Gon Jinn •

• Qui-Gon knew he shouldn't have grown attached to you, he knew it wouldn't end well.

• The rules about attachments, about love, were in place for this very reason.

• Quickly he took care of the man that had fatally wounded you, and held you close.

• Try as he might with the help of the force he attempted to heal your wounds, unable to do so he tried his best to be strong for you.

• He pecked your lips, and brushed back your hair.

• "You're going to be alright darling, just breath. That's it, just keep breathing."

• His hands shook as he placed his free hand over your wound, trying weakly to stop the bleeding.

• Again he tried using the Force to at least try to ease your pain, to make this easier for you.

• "Just relax my darling, we'll see eachother again."

• Qui-Gon promised you with a weak smile, his heart breaking at the sight of your own equally weak smile.

• His heart breaking further as he felt your breathing slow down considerably, the light in your eyes fading with every shallow breath.

• If there was anything Qui-Gon was grateful for, it was getting to hold you in his arms one last time.

• Darth Maul •

• Maul was foolish enough to think you were untouchable, that you were both untouchable.

• And his world crashed around him as you collapsed to the ground.

• Maul thought he knew pain, but all that he's been through, all that he's done. It was nothing compared to losing you.

• "You'll pay for this!"

• Maul growled at the man that was daring enough to hurt you.

• Ruthlessly he slashed at the man, cutting him limb from limb, and keeping him alive until he was satisfied.

• His rage blinded him, and only subsidied when he heard you wheezing in pain.

• "(Y/n) my star."

• Without another thought he dropped his saber, and rushed to your side, cradling you against his chest.

• He was unfazed by your blood seeping into his robes, firmly placing his hand against your wound, desperately trying to at least slow the bleeding.

• "I'll find you again my star, nothing can keep me from you, nothing."

• Maul promised as he rest his forehead against your own, the connection between you both through the Force, assuring him that he could keep that promise.

• He also swore to take down anyone and everyone that was involved in your demise, whoever that man worked for was as good as dead, and anyone else Maul deemed guilty.

• Maul will destroy worlds to avenge you if he must.

• He kept his eyes locked with yours as you slowly slipped away, his hearts thundering with heartache.

• "We will be together again."

• Maul promised before you gave your final breath, a rage filled scream escaping him as you died.

• And all who knew of Darth Maul, learned that after your demise, the Sith could be far crueler, far darker than he had been when you were still alive.

• Maul eventually turns to the traditions of the Zabrak, and finds a way to reunite with you through the magick of his people.

• It isn't enough, and it'll never be enough, because it is simply a ghost of you.

• But until his demise it is all he can manage, and he will accept that while he cannot hold you anymore, he can at least still see you and speak with you.

• Feral Opress •

• Feral is heartbroken beyond belief.

• You were the only truly good thing in his life, you were his and he was yours.

• Savage had witnessed the whole thing unfold, and for the sake of his brother, he struck down the man that dared to harm you.

• Feral wasn't sure what to do, so he acted on instinct, and laid beside you, pulling you into his arms.

• You had once said laying in his embrace was your favorite thing, the thing that brought you the most comfort.

• And he knew that's all he could do for you, comfort you as you slowly succumbed to your wounds.

• "Sh sh my sweet, just relax, I'm here, I've got you."

• He brushed your hair back in a soothing way, ignoring how much it hurt him to feel your blood painting his skin.

• He peppered kisses across your paling face, his hearts breaking with every kiss.

• You giggled in a pitiful way, coughing a moment later, blood oozed from your mouth.

• And Feral, delicately, lovingly wiped it away.

• "It's okay my sweet, look at me."

• His lip quivered a little as your glossy eyes peered into his own.

• "I love you, don't you ever forget that."

• He pecked your lips, tears escaping him when your final breath wheezed out from your lungs.

• Savage Opress •

• Savage instantly saw red, his hearts filled with rage, and regret.

• He ripped the man who hurt you limb from limb with his bare hands. The man's blood only cooling his temper a little.

• Dropping the carcass carelessly to the ground, he rushed back to your side, and as gently as he could he picked you up and cradled you against his chest.

• With you in his arms, Savage walked carefully across the tundra of the desolate planet you were on, unable, unwilling to just leave you on this wasteland of a planet.

• "Oh little one, my sweet stupid girl. You should have just let me handle him."

• He meant well, he really did. But he was hurt that you would do something so reckless, so selfless.

• You had once promised him forever.

• You giggled weakly, reaching up to caress his handsome face. And Savage melted into your touch.

• His hearts broke, knowing he couldn't save you, not this time.

• His blazing eyes locked onto your pale face, he wanted to commit your face to memory, despite the fact that he already has every part of you committed to memory.

• "I'll see you again little one, through the magick, the Force, I will see you again."

• He promised as he cradled you close, the chill of your skin finally breaking his resolve.

• Savage cried as he held you close, falling to his knees as you struggled to breathe.

• He grew darker that day, much darker. Swearing to fight to the bitter end, until he could be reunited with you once more.

• Kylo Ren •

• The moment you collapsed before his eyes, Kylo felt as if he would die alongside you.

• With a rage filled cry, Kylo cut down the man that hurt you, and threw the rest over a nearby cliff with the Force.

• He fell to his knees beside you, watching helplessly as your blood stained the snow around you.

• "Starlight what have you done?"

• He breathed out as he pulled you into his arms, tears of heartache and rage streaming down his face, his helmet long since abandoned.

• "I couldn't- couldn't let you get hurt."

• You had wheezed out, desperately clutching the deep gash at your side. Kylo's hand rest over yours, desperately hoping to stop the bleeding.

• "I can't live without you."

• Kylo whispered in a broken voice, burying his face into the crook of your neck.

• He squeezed you tighter, as you grew colder and colder in his arms.

• "Don't leave me, please, I can't go on without you."

• Kylo shook in his sorrow and rage, as your breathing became shallow.

• Despite the fact that you were literally dying, you still tried to comfort him, brushing his hair back weakly, your blood staining his pale skin.

• This only served to break his heart further, how can he possibly go on without you?

• Kylo is the most likely to rage an all out war, in hopes of getting himself killed so he could be reunited with you.

• But that's not to say he won't fight to the bitter end.

• Armitage Hux •

• It took everything in Armitage to stay standing, to not collapse and cradle you in his arms.

• If he had done so, he knew your sacrifice would have been in vain.

• But the moment the man is killed by his troopers, he's falling to his knees and pulling you into his arms.

• "GET A MEDICAL DROID NOW!"

• He barks at his men, who rush to follow out his order.

• But it's too late, your once bright eyes are dull and lifeless, having died on impact.

• That doesn't stop Armitage from deluding himself into thinking you'll be okay.

• He's crying, and begging you to wake up, but you don't respond to any of his attempts to stir you.

• "Please angel, wake up, come on."

• He's shaking you, kissing you, and eventually in his desperation he's beating on your chest in an attempt to get your heart pumping again.

• By the time a medical droid comes, he refuses to let you go. His troopers eventually have to tear him away from your body.

• He's kicking and screaming, red in the face as he fights them. But it's no good, they are to strong.

• Armitage has to control himself during your funeral, every instinct in him screaming to not let you go, to fight to bring you back.

• He is much harsher after this, starting arguments more and more with Kylo, and taking every ounce of pain when Kylo throws him across the room with the Force, as if he deserves to be punished.

• He's even trying to goad Kylo into killing him, but the man has a little more restraint than the General had thought.

• Armitage is the most likely to give into his dark depressive thoughts, and take his own life.

• His final thoughts are of you and you alone.

• General Grievous •

• You were his most prized "possession" so to speak, nothing in all of the galaxy meant as much to Grievous as you did.

• "My treasure, no you can't do this, you can't leave me I forbid it!"

• He's killed the man before you even hit the ground, where you lay for mere moments before he's cradling you in his arms.

• He's gentle with you, as he quite literally sprints you to the nearest medical bay.

• "Get out all of you!"

• He barks at the droids, not trusting them to fix what cannot be undone. Certain that he'll be able to save you.

• He's frantic in his attempts to patch you up, almost unaware of the way you gently touch his arm.

• Grievous froze in an instant when you weakly called out his name, his attention now solely on your face, cupping your hand in two of his.

• "What do you need treasure?"

• He asked in a soft voice, ignoring how his voice shook with emotion.

• You simply smiled at him, as if taking in the sight of him was all you cared about in that moment.

• "I-I lo-ve-"

• You tried croaking out, only for your breath to be stolen as you slipped away, dying before his very eyes, trying to declare your love one last time.

• The very ground shook with his scream of despair and heart retching agony.

• From that moment on he took out every ounce of pain and anger at losing you on anyone he deemed a threat.

• Sometimes even on innocent people, who would unknowingly remind him of you.

• He fought dirty and ruthlessly, uncaring if he would get himself killed, or if he would even succeed.

• Grievous also travelled far and wide across the galaxy in an attempt to find some way to bring you back to life.

• He cared not for whatever it might cost, or what he might have to do, who he would have to kill.

• If there is a way he can bring you back, he'll find a way, not matter how long it takes.

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[kaminokatie]

We Meet Again || Darth Maul

Synopsis - It's been years since you had last seen him, but now you're fighting for the opposite side. Can Maul convince you to join him again after years of brainwashing from the Jedi?

Warnings - SFW.

Word Count - 0.9k.

[Caffeinate Me]

“You never even came to find me,” Maul hissed at you, red lightsaber clashing against your own green one. 

“I was told you were dead,” you snapped back. You twirled around and used the force to push Maul backwards giving yourself an opportunity to relax before he was swinging at you again. 

“You could have tried,” he growled. “Instead you joined what we swore to destroy together!” 

“I had no choice!” You said angrily. 

“We always have a choice Y/N,” Maul snapped. He was hurting inside. “You just chose wrong!” 

“If I knew you were alive, I would have done anything to find you,” you said, stepping backwards and turning off your lightsaber. Maul looked at you completely perplexed as you laid your lightsaber on the ground and held your hands up. 

“What are you doing?” He asked, still standing in a defensive stance. 

“Laying down my weapon, Maul,” you said simply. 

“But why?” He hissed. “Pick it up, I’m not through with you yet.” 

“Yes you are. I’m not fighting you anymore, Maul. If you want to kill me, go ahead.” 

Maul shook his head, retracting his lightsaber and staring at you with wide eyes. This had to be some sort of trick, something Kenobi had set up. Using you as bait was a low blow, but something he wouldn’t put past the Jedi. After all these years of working with the Jedi, you must have told them the details about the nature of your relationship with him. He placed his lightsaber back on his hilt and outstretched his hand to you. “Killing you would only kill me,” he whispered softly. “Take my hand. Join me once more.” You bit your lip, hesitated for a moment. You had spent the last few years of your life dedicating yourself to the Jedi after all the wrongdoings you had done by Maul’s side. After you learned of his ‘death’ you hoped you could put that life behind you, but with the Zabrak standing in front of you very much alive, you highly doubted yourself to turn him down. His yellow eyes gazed into yours and you felt your heartbeat pick up a few paces as Maul walked towards you, hand still outstretched. “Think about what we had Y/N.” 

“I am!” You snapped, taking a few steps backwards. “It wasn’t good for either of us.”

“You don’t mean that,” he whispered, still stalking towards you. “You were my stars in the galaxy, the light that guided my way. Please, come with me. I need you. Please.” 

How could you deny him when he begged so deliciously for you and only you. You sighed and closed your eyes slowly for a few seconds while you thought long and hard about what you were going to do. Images from your past flashed through your mind; your time with Maul, the good and the bad. It clouded your senses and you were sure this was Maul’s doing. When you opened your eyes, Maul was standing directly in front of you. His breath, short and shallow, fanned across your face. His eyes pleaded to you silently. “What do you want from me, Maul?” You asked, knowing the answer was damn well you.

“You know what I want,” he whispered, leaning his face closer to yours. Your breath hitched in your throat as his lips skimmed your own, making their way to your ear. “I can’t live without you by my side any longer. Not after seeing you again.”

You felt your knees buckle at his words, despite how simple they were. You believed him too, knew he was being truthful. His hand grazed your waist gently, pulling you closer to his body. You willingly leaned into his touch. It had been years since someone had touched you the way Maul was touching you now, as if you were glass that could be broken with a simple flick of the wrist. “Maul,” you whispered, your chest rising and falling sharply with each breath you took.  

“I know,” he cooed, face moving to be in front of yours once more. Without warning, Maul pressed his lips to yours quickly. His warm hands came up to cup your face gently, pulling your face as close to his as possible. You stiffened as his lips connected with yours as the thoughts swirled around in your mind: what were you doing! You couldn’t let him get to you. Couldn’t let him ruin what you’d worked so hard for since you had last seen him, but it was too late, your arms had already instinctively wrapped around his neck. Maul smirked against your lips and deepened the kiss, his hands dropped to your waist and grasped at the fabric that separated him from your bare skin. When he pulled away from the kiss, Maul pressed his forehead against yours and sighed contently. “Join me, baby.” Your heart clenched at the pet name. Maul knew exactly what to say and do to turn you to the Dark Side and you hated that. You wished you were strong enough to resist him, but when he looked at you the way he was looking at you right now, you couldn’t say no. You nodded your head and Maul smirked. He moved his forehead away from yours and pressed a kiss to your right temple. “I’ve missed you, my love,” he whispered against your head, pulling you into a sweet embrace.

“I’ve missed you too,” you whispered into his chest. It was then that the tears welled in your eyes. All the emotions came flooding back to you, emotions that you had kept buried for years. Your place was by his side; you knew it and so did he. He wasn’t going to let you get away from him again, no matter what it took.

[sambrin]

maul is forever scrunching his nose like a bothered cat and i think he won't stop even if someone kisses him. he will unpleasantly and agressively kiss back.

[dathomirdumpsterfire]

savage has never seen his brother smile like this before. like he's feeling... joy. excitement. not for murderous plots or yet another scheme to unsettle that smarmy, annoying little jedi. no just... just this. whatever he's feeling, it has put this look on his face. savage stares, trying to imprint the moment on his mind. eventually, he dares ask: what did these white-blue lines mean? what about them was so special? they are a map, maul explains with soft reverence, to a lost place of the sith. to a place of history. history? how strange. it was history that spoke to his brother so? he does not understand, but that hardly matters. it only matters that it has given him this singular vision of maul. of the nightbrother he was supposed to be. less... burdened. savage suggests they go see it, forget their current mission, and follow the map to the where history sleeps. his brother agrees, turning for the cockpit and stalking toward the controls. savage follows just behind him, as ever.

[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.

[noesqape]

and they were both boys

[aka-lambda]

You look lonely

I can fix that

Wip

[weregonnabecoolbeans]

What I would give to see a conversation between maul and loki

[codenameredkrystalmatrix]

Standing Sentinel

Blinding white and brilliant gold cut through the droids, putting an end to the Separatist operations on the planet. Two Zabraks raced up the outpost’s central control tower, setting charges and blowing through the opposition they faced.

The server coordinator, a very-much organic Rodian, shrieked when he saw the pair. Instead of killing him, Savage roared in his face and sent him scrambling.

"You've clearly gone soft, brother."

Savage shook his head. The pair Force-jumped back to their ship and manned the guns.

“You took your time!” Feral dropped his visor and fired up the engines.

“Hmph. Your trial combat results clearly evidence your superiority. Now, I request your best attempt at Plo Koon’s record.”

"Yes, Commander Maul, sir!"

That statement was met with a groan. Taking off, the trio cleared the atmosphere with ships hot on their heels. A TIE-fighter glided in alongside them and gave cover fire.

“Someone rang?” Anakin’s voice came over the com-channel.

“Not in this star system!” Feral replied, smiling.

“You seem chipper, Skywalker.” Savage pivoted his battlestation hard left and disposed of two cruisers. A gunship entered the fray. Feral’s eyes narrowed, fixated on the viewport. He executed a barrel roll and swooped to avoid the fire.

“Nice! I’ll take it from here.”

Maul noticed how Feral loosened and beamed at the praise. Anakin’s ship effected an all-angles orbit, forming a defensive perimeter and taking enemy after enemy out of commission. They cleared the formation and made the jump into hyperspace.

At last, Chandrila and the outline of the Jedi outpost came into view. Obi-wan met them upon landing. He bade Maul speak with him privately, and his brothers peeled off to remain outside. Excited shouts filled the air as the younglings who had been outside spied them.

"Master Kenobi."

The man shook his head. Maul would not be himself without some degree of sarcasm. However, Obi-wan detected none of the true bite that would have lurked under it all those cycles ago. "Your margins of error grow slim."

"Simply the price of ascension in any order- much more so this one."

"We can send in support troops at any time. Do not hesitate to ask for what is yours by right."

"My gratitude, Kenobi. But you know the stores are better spent in recovery eff-"

"I was informed of the Garel incident."

Maul was silent. He'd spent almost a week in a bacta tank for the infections sustained. Perhaps an echo of his past life, but he'd never even considered contacting the Temple for backup or a medical supply drop. More than that, he half-expected they wouldn't. It would be an effective method of disposing of a liability. If there was one thing he could respect, it was efficiency. That made their seeming mercy all the more unsettling. Kindnesses extended themselves despite the fearful looks in some of their eyes. Despite the pain in Kenobi's even as he reached a hand to his former enemy. Those reserves of self-control were something of marvel to the Zabrak...

"How, Kenobi?"

The man’s brow arched. "The Council communication channels do have some useful information, if you'd lower yourself so much as to listen in."

Maul shook his head, the ghost of a smirk on his face. He'd let the misinterpretation stand. "I'd consider if they release an advisory on the trimming of unseemly facial hair."

"It has clearly been too long since our last duel!"

On exiting, he could see Feral and Anakin chasing the squealing children, gently Force-throwing them back and forth. Savage, expression devoid of strain, was letting some swing from his arms and sit on his shoulders. The scars of all three peeked through their robes as they flowed with the breeze. May the elders bear those marks, so the young ones did not have to.

Lying on the grass, he cast his eyes to the skyline and let himself slip- not quite meditating, but not quite conscious either. The Force bubbled with energetic pops from the little lives about. There was easy warmth from Savage that slowly bloomed in the fields of the metaphysical. He felt the relieved playfulness of Feral bounding from the remains of a fearful shell. He sensed the tumultuous roar of Anakin's fervour and Kenobi's darting, sagely mischief. And beyond them, his body sensed the dance of dozens, hundreds of the living. His weary spirit soared, reminded of for who-!

Feral flopped onto his stomach, followed by a giggling, squirming pile that knocked the air out of his body. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Savage smirk while taking a seat. Maul tried his best to scowl at the interruption.

The setting sun brought calm and appreciation for what he had now. The winds brought refreshment instead of the stench of corpses. No longer would he drift off plagued with a bloody fantasy he was not sure he'd realize.

Anakin and Obi-wan exchanged looks. He'd finally begun to see that which the Dark Side could never have given. True purpose and contentment had at last reached the brothers three. For they were now Maul, Feral and Savage Opress- Jedi Sentinels in the service of the Order and the galaxy.

[ddejavvu]

pairing: savage opress x reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[return-of-the-queen]

The Arrangement {Star Wars: Maul/Savage/Feral} Summary & Ao3 Link

This is a collection of the tales and adventures of the Nightsister Kaja as she travels the galaxy with brothers Maul, Savage, and Feral. Their shared desire for her – and her for them – leads to the formation of a polyamorous (and usually civil) relationship. Peace, however, is rarely in the cards as their passions and desires for power and revenge are wells that never run dry. Come for the smut and bloodlust, stay for the intimacy and angst.

*AU & OOC (neither too dramatic)

Ao3 Fic Link HERE

Kaja Playlist HERE

Trigger Warnings Include: Explicit sexual content, dubious consent, canon typical violence, mentions of menstruation, mentions of pregnancy

**This was originally posted to tumblr in 2019-2022, so if anything seems familiar, don't be alarmed. It was me.

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Savage survived and found his own way 😎 I always imagined him with a yellow double light saber so today I gave him one ✨

I noticed @dystopicjumpsuit queueing through my artworks aaah honor 🫶😱♥️ so this Savage is for you! Thank you so much and big Savage hugs, my friend! 🤩✨

Savage sober from Sith vibes would definitely give Wrecker style hugs and no one can change my mind! He was so protective and caring before the witches witched him! He deserves love and a yellow light saber 😁

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Brothers // Feral and Savage Opress

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Your day had done rather well, Maul seemed to have a bit of an attitude but when did he not. While going through some documents for Dathomir and noticed something odd, every single deal had involved Maul and strangely they all involved someone named Savage Opress, you presumed he was the Dathomirian advisor but why would he be a man. The night sister ran the organisation right?

You walked over to Maul who was seated in an office at the end of the hall. The red Zebrak looked at you with pure annoyance “Hey Maul, I noticed something on the papers for Dathomir.” He glanced up from his computer “and that would be?” Maul always had that stern face it was quite hard to explain, the only way you could describe it was that it was the total opposite of obi wans. “Well, there’s a man named Savage Opress but I thought it was a woman owned company?” You asked a bit hesitant. 

“That would be my brother, he works for the company” he made eye contact and continued “you don’t know a thing about Dathomirs history, do you?” You were indeed a bit out of your depth. "When we go to the night sisters tomorrow, let me do the talking “ he stated “Are you satisfied with your answer?” He went back to typing “I think so.” He pointed to the door “then go.”

Maker, he was petty. Closing the door behind, you let out a long sigh. Maul could be really tiresome to be around. You heard a huffed set of laughs. Looking over to the desks, you saw Quinlan trying to hush himself and his desk friends Kit and Obi wan. 

You walked over, hardly able to keep from laughing yourself. “Did he kick you out of his office?” Obi wan questioned with a mischievous smile on his face “he did, why does he have an office anyways?” Maul sat at the back of the office normally. “He threatened Rex for it" Quinlan giggled out. “Maker, I can't imagine how bad it must be to work with him,” Kit let out with a loud sigh. 

You took a bit of offence, sure maul could be arrogant, prideful and a downright rude but he was a hard worker that just seemed a bit guarded. “It really isn’t that bad, he works really hard and we get along somewhat well!" Quinlan passed a look towards obi wan “Wouldn’t you want to work with someone else?” You thought it was a bit of a strange question. “I mean it's sometimes a bit difficult but he knows a lot of stuff about Dathomir, I don’t think anyone else would be more suited for the job. His brother even works there.” You ended with a bit of a smile. 

Rex's voice boomed from the front desk, you rushed back over to your desk. There was a man standing next to Rex that you didn’t recognise “Y/n this is is Bail Organa, HR representative and a weekly nuisance “ you were a bit taken aback by that. "I thought I planned the meeting on Monday next week, did you not get the email?” he let out a rumble laugh “I don't check emails from my branches, I thought it would be a good idea to check up on how you blended in with your peers” that was nice at least. Rex started awkwardly stepping away back to his office. He must have been uncomfortable, you thought.

Bail guided you to a nearby conference room (which really was more like a table with 6 seats). He pulled out a chair and crossed the room to sit in front of it. You took the seat. “So tell me how you’re blending in?” Bail asked “Well I'm doing rather well. My first day was a bit of a hassle but I think I’m really getting the hang of it now” you beamed. You liked your new job a lot, the hours were kind, the people were ever kinder and your pay was great. “I heard you were late a few times, may I ask why?” He looked at you nonchalantly. “Well my car broke down on my way over on that infamous first day." "Did you find a good garage?" he asked, ''Yeah , Its called MustaCar and they’re fixing up the car as we speak. It took them almost an hour to get there but they did it.” Bail looked shocked when you said MustaCar "Who was your mechanic?” He questioned a big to quickly “Anakin Skywalker.” that was one name you weren’t going to forget quickly. He nodded and smiled. “Are there any other things you would like to speak about?” You shook your head “No, not really.”

Bail shook your hand as you both left the room, you noticed that he walked over towards Obi Wan but his hologram went off before he could get there. He bid a quick sympathetic goodbye to the paper company before walking away. And your day continued as normal. 

You walked down the stairs to the parking lot to catch your ride home, 'Shaggy' the minivan. Qui Gon was standing by the beauty but Obi Wan was nowhere in sight. “Hey y/n, how was your day?” He greeted you warmly “My day was pretty great. How long do you think we need to wait on Obi Wan?” He let out a laugh “He kept talking too much so now he's running behind with his work, which means i will give him a lift later." He looked at you knowingly but of what you didn’t know. “Are you in a rush?” He asked “Yup, could you drop me off at this address? “ You had written it down back at your desk because Shaggy didn’t have a GPS. “Well then we better get going!” Qui Gon said while stepping into his car.

It didn’t take too long for you to get there. “MustaCar...” was all Qui Gon let out before bidding you goodbye and you did the same.

Stepping out of the vehicle you wave your thanks to Qui Gon before walking the short distance to MustaCar. Making your way into the reception, you are greeted by a gruff man who tells you to go out back to see your beloved Shelby. Pushing open the door you are greeted by a ball of fur curling around your legs. Bending down, you pat the sandy loth cat before spotting your shining glory. Shelby sits looking rather sad but nevertheless still beautiful. You cross the distance to her, loth cat in tow, and run your hand over her blue bonnet. 

“She won’t be done for a while you know?” the voice from beside you makes you jump out of your skin. “Didn’t mean to scare you” Anakin says smoothly, leaning on the side of shelby. You walk around the car, checking that she hasn’t acquired any scratches or dents.”I swear I haven’t damaged her one bit, my apprentice has been working on her mostly” he pauses “but don’t worry she knows what she is doing.”

You up at the apprentice, noticing his ruffled hair and rolled up sleeves. ‘Damn’ is all you think to yourself before shutting out those ideas circling your head. He was just a guy after all. With enough charm to sink a battleship. You mentally elbow yourself before speaking; “how long is a while?” “At least another few weeks, parts are difficult to ship in at the moment” He explains before shooting you a winning smile, “means I get to look at you more often if you continue to stop by.” You roll your eyes at him, maybe to make up for the feeling in your gut.

Interrupting Anakin's remarks, the loth cat wanders up to you and makes a sound that basically implies ‘attention please’. You bend down to pat it, but it gets a different idea and basically jumps onto you, luckily your reflected kick in and you manage to place your hand around it. It settles comfortably in your arms and you are able to stand back up. You hear Anakin let out a laugh. “Sorry, she’s new to the place” he says, “showed up the other day, hungry, but very friendly.” You nod, giving the animal a scratch behind its large, pointed ears.

“She is very friendly, does she have a name?” you question, looking at the creature's large, chocolatey eyes. “Snips wanted to name her Honey.” “I can see why, she is very honey coloured.” He smiles “yeah, and sickly sweet.” The cat nudges your shoulder playfully, and you scratch under its chin. “I can tell” you laugh.

“Hate to break up your bonding session” a female voice says as she walks over. You recognise her as Ahsoka, Anakin’s teenages apprentice. “But the boss wants to see you” She points an accusing finger at the man beside you. He nods before turning to face you, “I'll see you around sweetheart.” He shoots you a winning grin before he walks off inside the building. Ahsoka rolls her eyes dramatically before beginning to tell you exactly what she has been doing to your Shelby.

You are left with a strange feeling in your gut and a lot of questions to ask yourself.

So sorry this took so long. We live in different parts of the world and planning can get tricky. We will definitely finish this project anyways… We hope you enjoy <3

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Dark Things are to be Loved - Part 3

A/N: This chapter was truly a collaborative effort. Thank you so much to @wings-and-beskar @wizardofrozz and @clonethirstingisreal for your feedback and help working through my writer’s block. This is very dirty.

Pairing: Bodyguard!Savage Opress x Reader (Fem)

Rating: M (mature content intended for readers 18+; minors DNI)

Wordcount: 2.4k

Fic Warnings and Tags: angst; language; toxic, controlling, and possessive behavior; discussions of violence and violent ideation; Reader is in a deeply unhealthy relationship with Maul; allusions to abuse; infidelity but it’s complicated; Savage is down bad, but he’s still a Sith and acts like one.

Chapter Warnings and Tags: SMUT; semi-public sex; bit of a weapon kink; voyeurism; exhibitionism; masturbation; PIV; size kink; biting; masochism; Reader discovers a slight dominant/sadistic streak

Summary: He knew you’d be perfect.

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This fic smells like: Jasmin Rouge by Tom Ford (heady, rich floral jasmine)

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I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.

-Pablo Neruda, “Love Sonnet XVII”

Savage’s heart hammered so hard it felt like it was going to explode from his chest. The moment felt unreal. All of the times he’d fantasized about you as he fucked his own fist—all the times he’d buried his frustrations deep in the willing bodies of countless meaningless, nameless hookups, all the while imagining you in their place—none of it came close to the reality of your hand closing around his cock as you freed him from his trousers. 

He could still taste you on his tongue, sweet and tangy and unbearably perfect. There had been a moment as he knelt in front of you, worshiping your body with his mouth, that a deadly and treacherous thought had flashed in his mind: If Maul takes my head for touching you, it would have been worth it. 

Your taste, your scent, your warmth, your quiet sighs of pleasure: they washed over him, flooding his consciousness until it seemed that the very blood pumping through his veins was saturated with the essence of you. A quiet, insistent voice in his head whispered this was foolish and reckless and forbidden, a betrayal of his duties and of his own brother, but it was drowned out by the implacable roar of desire. 

His lips and fingertips traced over your skin, following the curves and dips that gleamed with the subtle reflection of the moonlight. You were so beautiful. So fucking beautiful. The sight of you—heavy-lidded with arousal, covered in a fine sheen of perspiration, with your lips parted as your chest rose and fell rapidly—so far surpassed his imagination that he could scarcely comprehend it. You looked utterly debauched, and it made him want to do rash, dangerous things.

You deserved better than this. He knew you did. You deserved to be pleasured slowly, to be adored and pampered and taken care of. You deserved a soft bed, and warm blankets, and luxurious surroundings—not a quick and desperate fuck against a cold stone wall. If he could have, he would have set you upon the throne itself and knelt between your thighs to pay obeisance to you. He would have buried his face in your cunt and let you ride his tongue until you screamed his name in front of the entire Shadow Collective.

It was a filthy thought. A good man would never have thought such a thing. A good man would have given you all those soft luxuries you deserved. But he was not a good man. He couldn’t give you those things, no matter how badly he wanted to, and he had ached for you too long to stop now. If that made him a villain, so be it. His soul was already damned. This was just one more sin to chalk up to his tally. 

One of your hands glided down and back up the length of his aching, rigid cock, while the other still gripped his lightsaber hilt, and he tried not to examine too closely why the sight of his weapon in your hand turned him on so kriffing much. The unspoken truth between you was that he could have ripped the lightsaber from your grip at any time, just as you could have plunged it into his chest whenever you pleased. But he refused to brutalize you, and he knew now that you had no intention of turning the weapon against him, and so he left it in your care, fully accepting that you could end his life the instant he made a move against you.

Your touch was agonizing, unbearable. His mind felt like it was unraveling with every languid stroke of your hand on his cock, every brush of your heated, slippery cunt against him as you straddled his thighs. His hands flattened against the small of your back and glided up, following the curve of your spine as he kissed you again and again, losing himself in the taste of your lips and tongue.

He needed more. He needed you.

Slowly, he moved to kiss down your throat and across the top of your shoulder. His hand mapped the contours of your back, tracing his fingertips over your shoulder blade until at last he reached your arm and trailed down to the wrist of the hand you had wrapped around him, taking care not to scrape your skin with his deadly claws. You stilled and released his cock, and he lifted your arm to his lips, kissing down your inner forearm and across your palm. As he reached your fingers, he drew two of them into his mouth and glided his tongue over them to coat them. 

You inhaled sharply, and his eyes flicked to your face, taking in the heat in your eyes, the glow of your skin, the look of desire in your expression. He knew then that you wanted this as badly as he did. Withdrawing your fingers from his mouth, he guided your hand down to your pussy.

“Touch yourself for me,” he whispered. “Let me watch you.”

You shuddered and nodded. He returned his hand to your back so he could support you as you leaned back and pulled your skirt higher to give him a better view. He gazed down as you began to draw tiny, slow circles over your clit. Your fingers were slick and shiny with his saliva, and they slipped effortlessly across your skin. You teased and played with yourself, tracing over your pussy before sinking delicately into your flesh.

His breath sounded loud in his own ears, no matter how hard he tried to keep it under control. His eyes were riveted to your fingers as they slid deeper into your cunt, spreading yourself open for him. His cock was so hard it ached. The urge to touch you was almost overwhelming, but he forced himself to abstain. Not for the first time, he bitterly cursed his damned, lethal claws.

Your fingers withdrew from your body, and he glanced up to meet your eyes. A thrill of lust shot through him as he saw the intensity with which you observed him as he watched you. Your eyes locked with his for a moment before raking deliberately down his body, settling on his groin. He followed your gaze down to see his cock, obscenely hard and dripping with his own arousal. You reached for him, and his breath stuttered to a halt as you swirled your fingers in his precum, covering your skin in it before returning to slip back into your pussy.

 He couldn’t resist any longer. He shifted one hand to the center of your back, supporting the full weight of your torso, while the other slid around your body to rest on your belly. As you continued to fuck yourself with your fingers, he pressed the pad of his thumb on your clit, caressing you while taking extreme care not to let his claws touch your skin.

“You don’t have to be so careful,” you murmured softly.

He shook his head adamantly, knowing you didn’t fully grasp how sharp those claws were. The slightest pressure would draw blood. He was taking a risk just to touch you; he refused to injure you through carelessness.

He traced his thumb over your clit and lower, gliding effortlessly across your skin and brushing against your own fingers as you touched yourself.

“Savage,” you whispered. “I want you.”

Dark hunger swept through him like a flood, eroding the last vestiges of his control. For months, he had ached for you, and now you were in his arms, telling him that you wanted him, Force damn him, and he wanted you, desperately enough to take the insane risk of having you on the terrace where the two of you could be discovered at any moment.

And if you were discovered, the punishment would be immediate and severe, but gods, it would be worth it—at least, it would be for him. But for you? He couldn’t take that risk. He wouldn’t. He’d rather eat his own lightsaber than consciously endanger you.

His jaw clenched and his eyes closed as his breath became shallow and quick. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

You were silent for a moment, and then he felt you shift. He opened his eyes as you sat up and brought your face close to his. Your fingers, slick with his spit and precum and your own arousal, wrapped around his cock, and he nearly came undone from the sensation alone.

“I know. I want you,” you repeated, your breath warm against his lips.

Gods help him, he couldn’t tell you no—not when his entire body was wracked with lust and adrenaline, shaking and tense and desperate to feel you. He allowed you to guide him to your entrance, just pressing against you at first. You were so warm, so soft and wet, and he could feel the last shreds of his sanity burning to ash in the fire of his need for you. 

You used his cock shamelessly, wantonly. You teased his tip through your slick, maddening heat. You rolled against him to rub your clit along the length of his shaft. The sound of your soft moans as his ridges glided over you made him want to tackle you into the grass and ravage you, but he held back and let you use him however you wanted.

His hands slid up your back and down your sides to grip your hips and hold you firmly against him as he began to thrust against you, no longer able to keep still. Your body was hot against him, and you were so wet that he could feel your arousal dripping down his cock and glazing his balls. He could tell from your ragged breath and the look of intense concentration in your eyes that you were close to another orgasm, and he shifted just enough to slip the tip of his cock into you.

You gasped, and he crushed you to his mouth, kissing you deeply, almost frantically as he swallowed your cry of ecstasy. You came hard, writhing and trembling in his arms, and he felt himself slide deeper into you, even as your cunt spasmed and clenched around him in a dizzying, agonizing rhythm. His hands roamed over your body as he pulled you closer and held you to himself, touching and exploring with a sense of awe that bordered on obsession.

He couldn’t wait any longer. He had to have you.

Holy Force.

You’d been well on your way to a second orgasm just from grinding on Savage’s cock when he finally nudged into you. He went slowly, barely pressing into your body, but it was still more than you had ever imagined, and far more than anyone or anything you’d ever taken before. And then he moved, and your mind shattered.

The gradual build of pleasure was forcefully accelerated, and your orgasm slammed into you before you could prepare yourself for it. Thank kriff Savage was ready, because the guttural scream you let out certainly would have alerted the partygoers to what the two of you were doing if he hadn’t taken your mouth in a searing kiss that muffled the sound even as it sent your mind spiraling into an abyss of pleasure.

Your cunt tightened almost painfully around him, but he pressed deeper and deeper, moving slowly but inexorably. Despite having just come a second time, you couldn’t suppress the choked whimper you let out as he moved your body down onto his cock. Holy kriff, nothing could have fully prepared you for him.

You’d known he was big; you’d seen him, felt him. But the reality of actually having him inside you—or at least, attempting to do so—was far beyond what you’d expected. He took his time, but you still felt like all the air in your lungs was being displaced as he sank deeper and deeper, stretching you wide over his cock. His lips and tongue moved against your mouth, muffling your whimpers and moans as you struggled to fully take him.

“Breathe,” he murmured as he finally sank into you as far as he could go. “Relax for me. You’re doing so well. My beautiful, beautiful girl.”

He simply held you like that for a moment as you began to relax and adjust to his size, and then he began to rock against you with tiny, subtle movements. You forced yourself to breathe slowly, and gradually, the painful edge of pleasure began to ease into pure bliss.

“I need to move,” he whispered. “Hold onto me, little one.”

You nodded, unable to speak. You clung to his shoulders and wrapped your legs around his waist as he shifted and then stood, pressing you against the villa wall. The sudden movement thrust him deeper into you, and you buried your face against his shoulder to hold back a scream.

“You feel incredible,” he said in a low voice. “So warm, so fucking tight. Are you all right?”

“Yes,” you replied. “I—I think so. You can move, if you want.”

“Kriff, you’re taking me so well,” he said, pressing a kiss to the side of your head. “I knew you’d be perfect for me.”

With his hands supporting your ass, he withdrew slightly and then thrust back into you. He went slowly, but it was still enough to make your eyes go unfocused, and you reflexively bit him, sinking your teeth deep into his shoulder. 

His hips bucked against you as he hissed in a sharp breath and grunted, “Harder.”

Startled, you released him, seeking out his eyes. “What?”

“Hurt me.”

Father, Son, and Daughter. Why is that so hot? What is wrong with me? “I don’t want to hurt you.”

He nuzzled his face against your temple and whispered, “Please.”

A rush of unexpected heat washed through you at the sound of his plea. It was almost disconcerting to hear a man as strong as Savage reduced to begging. It made you want to give him anything he asked. You pressed your lips against his neck and kissed down his throat before closing your teeth softly over his skin. You were tentative at first, but when you bit him a little harder, you heard his breath hitch as a shiver ran through his body. 

OH.

Fuck.

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