me: i heard a request for 4 with maul from the back!
(i requested it. it was me 😅)
Using the Force, Maul had you pinned against the wall of his Sith Infiltrator. You had been particularly bratty this mission, but should have expected a Sith to see through your act.
“Let me go!” you spat, trying fruitlessly to wrest yourself from his invisible grasp.
“Not until you’re honest,” he growled, advancing.
You hesitated. “You know what I want.”
“Beg,” he demanded in a dangerous whisper.
“Please, Maul. Take me, ravage me, use me. I want you to ruin me for anyone who would dare try to follow after you.”
i had a thotty thot on the way to work and i will not apologize.
stupid lil drabble below the cut.
krennic rockabilly au. i really wish i could draw bc i have such a specific image seared in my brain for this.
let’s blame brian setzer for this au.
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warnings: idk. smoking i guess.
The doorbell rang. You quickly checked your reflection in the hallway mirror and added a touch more bright red lipstick. The outfit you had chosen wasn’t quite your usual style but you felt you looked absolutely amazing. You had thrifted a sweetheart neckline halter dress that hugged all your curves perfectly. You had added a wide black leather belt and the black and white polka dot print was interesting enough to take attention away from any areas you felt insecure about without being overwhelming. I actually might need to add some vintage flair to your wardrobe more often, you thought. You flashed a smile at your reflection before opening the door.
And there he was, casually leaning against the side of the porch. He was wearing a just-tight-enough white crew neck T-shirt tucked into a pair of dark wash jeans. His black leather jacket was hooked over his shoulder to allow you to admire the full sleeve of tattoos on his wonderfully defined biceps.
Taking a last long drag from the cigarette he held between his thumb and index finger, he exhaled the smoke and flicked the butt to the sidewalk. He ground it out with the heel of his black leather boots before even acknowledging that you had opened the door.
Finally he turned to look at you. He raised an approving eyebrow and reached up to take off his aviators, which he slid into his back pocket. He gave you a very slow, appraising once over. “Well hello dollface,” he said with a barely concealed smile, wrapping his free arm around your waist and drawing you close. Without hesitation he kissed you hard. He tasted like smoke but you honestly didn’t care. You wound your fingers through his pomaded hair as you kissed him back.
“Hi, Orson,” you breathed when he finally broke away. He released you and, miraculously, your legs were still somehow able to support your weight. Oh yea. I am absolutely fucking him tonight, you thought.
He licked his lips as his criminally blue eyes roved over you again.
May I please request #5 with Poe Dameron, if that's okay?
That one gives me Poe vibes.
I am soo not a sequel girlie but you are right, this is 💯 Poe coded 😅 I am assuming Leia/Fin/Rey are watching Poe and Reader at a distance rolling their eyes like “Ugh, here they go again!” then “Oh good, finally.”
“You’re too flippant,” you berated Poe yet again after his reckless improvising on your latest mission together.
“I got us back in one piece didn’t I?”
“We have protocol for a reason—“
Poe leaned forward.
“Are you going to kiss me?” you asked in disbelief.
“If it will shut you up, yes!” Poe shot back.
He grabbed your face in both his hands and passionately pressed his lips to yours.
“There! Now what were you saying?” he challenged, pulling away at last.
You had no idea. Your mind was wonderfully, blissfully blank. Not a single thought. Except…
