Comes here tiptoeing, bends to your ear and whispers:
yandere nightbrothers
headcanons: (kind of) yandere nighbrothers
word count: 0520
a/n: sorry it took a little long. it's also shorter. it's my first time writing for savage, icarus and scorn, but hopefully it meets your expectations! i fear i might have gotten the concept a little wrong but honestly i kinda like the way it turned out lol, i hope you like it too <3
warnings: obsession, jealousy.
maul:
• completely and utterly obsessed.
• it's unhealthy.
• follows you around like a predator. not to you, obviously, but to anyone who dares to speak to you without the deserved respect.
• has killed for you.
• will do it again.
• has ordered others to kill for you, too.
• and don't they dare deny.
• even if you don't know it, you belong to him. you have been his since the day he laid his eyes on you for the first time.
• and you are his most prized possession.
• dreams of you. sees you in visions. the image of you keeps popping up in his mind during meditations.
• he adores the distraction just because it's you.
savage:
• wasn't born to be a monster. but if the circumstances demand him act in such a way…
• but he's always extremely sweet to you.
• puts you on a pedestal.
• thinks twice before saying anything to you, very mindful of his words so they don't hurt you.
• bad at social clues. very. so he struggles a little to read the room.
• but once he gets a grip on the situation, he won't hold back if he sees anyone trying to hurt you.
• or worse, to steal you from him.
• it gets bad.
• you have to calm him down sometimes, explain that maybe these weren't even that person's intentions.
• it doesn't matter to him, they were way too close.
• and it's too late anyways.
icarus:
• seems unbothered on the outside, but is biting his tongue to try to stop himself from jumping in anytime someone flirts with you.
• jealous. so jealous.
• not very communicative, so you better guess what's up with him this time.
• likes to take you out and stays glued to your side all night.
• so many death stares at the people who keep looking at you.
• especially because you're just so stunning tonight.
• and he needs everyone to know you're with him.
• rarely gets physical though, he's more of a silent threat.
• but if they're still bothering you, then there's no hesitation.
• he simply avoids being so extreme because he doesn't want to scare you or make you think he's someone else.
• but you don't. you know you have a man who has your back, even though it's not in the most usual way.
scorn:
• dramatic and protective.
• never chill about anything when it comes to you.
• loves the feeling of doing stuff for you, of being the one you come to when necessary.
• if there's someone crossing a line, he's the one you call for help.
• and he doesn't waste a second, always prompt to do something good for you.
• he will never act before talking to you. he constantly makes sure of how you're feeling, if it's all under control, if you're feeling safe.
• if the answer is no, that's when his mood changes.
• then, all he wants is to beat the shit out of these assholes, because they really could use his lesson.
• they did, though, since they stopped bothering you or anyone else completely.
• it fills him with pride to be responsible for that.
• you make him feel strong and he can't help but enjoy it.
Hello, Hello, my dear. I love your fics and u know how much i love the way you. I got a fic idea for you. Can you do something like what u did with your rose colored fic but with the opress bros? This also includes feral. Love me some sexy zabraks.
So, all the zabby bois together at once!?? Hold my spotchka... 🤭🥴😏 I am glad my TBB fic Rose-Colored Boys served as perfect inspo for sharing Reader all at once... Now it's the Opress Bros' turn! You are a GENIUS bestie. (‾◡◝)
Chokehold
Pairing: Opress Bros x F!Reader
Warnings: (18+) smut, vaginal fingering, love bites, oral M/F receiving, face sitting, kissing, cum eating, interspecies, established polycule, zero gravity sex, triple penetration
Summary: You have been traversing wild space for many cycles now. The boredom is not only catching up to you, but your tempting band of Zabraks cannot resist finding creative ways to pass the time.
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The low hum of the ship piercing through hyperspace is the perfect white noise to lull you to sleep. Though, due to prolonged amounts of time where there are no sun or moon cycles, it’s sure to throw off your circadian rhythm. You and Maul have found that you like to sleep a lot more. Especially when the days are full of nothing but sitting around and waiting.
You’re not completely awake, but you’re on the steady road to it. He’s like a space heater, generating so much that the blankets are obsolete. The soft breeze of the ventilation system falls upon our skin. Maul must have been able to sense that it disrupted your comfort as his arm stretches over top of you, soothing you with his hotness.
You curl into his space, pressing your back against his chest so that he can completely and comfortably envelop you. Your eyes are still closed, soaking in this calm before the storm. Maul’s skin presents itself as a void when put against your perfect flesh. His crimson darkness tempts you to venture where you’ve never been; to explore not only the farthest reaches of his anatomy, but your desire.
Maul yanks on your waist, pulling you even closer. His head finds a comfortable spot at the crook of your neck, his lips tasting you thoroughly. He slightly bares his sharp teeth, dragging them lightly across your jugular. The thrum of your heartbeat is conducted through the bone, and he savors the sensation, his maw tightening over the pillar of muscle before being transitioned into a poised kiss. He kisses you all the way up to your jaw, humming to himself as he gets lost in your essence. He’s drowning in your scent, completely surrounded while submerged in this sea of bedding.
Your own hands venture behind yourself, reaching for him in the darkness. The search is not fruitful, that is until you feel something long and hard jab into your back. You rotate on the mattress, flipping over so that you’re facing him now. “Well good morning to you.”
“Ah…yes.” Maul starts, feigning nervousness when you begin stroking his length beneath the sheets. “This does tend to happen in the mornings.”
“Are you saying all this isn’t for me?” You ask, putting him on the spot while your grip on his cock tightens. “That’s disappointing.”
“Oh, stop your joking and get over here already.” He lies flat on his back, urging you to rise to your knees and walk over his face. You have nothing on, exposing every inch of your bare nakedness when you abandon the modesty of the blankets. With a dexterous lift of your leg over Maul’s head, he shifts your weight so that you are spared from his crown of horns as he incessantly devours you. His mouth was hanging wide open long before you even seated yourself on his face.
You look down at his glowing eyes, that passionate stare saying far more than words ever could. He hooks his arms around your thighs, locking you in place as he swirls his tongue about your entrance. He suckles roughly on your clit, flicking it in his mouth vigorously so that he can watch you writhe where you sit.
Using his horns for leverage, you begin to grind on his face. Maul squeezes the fullness of your thighs even harder, pushing himself further into your nethers until he’s damn near suffocated by your ass and pussy. The gyration of your hips rocking back and forth begins to jostle him about. Apparently, you’re moving far too much for his liking. He chooses to remedy this by lifting you off the bed so that he could slam you down on your back, all without putting an end to his feasting.
The wind is practically knocked out of you when he does this, but the grin on your face tells him that you love it when he’s just a little assertive with you. Maul laps up your sweet nectar with the fervor of a starved man. He prods your entrance with his tongue, that serpentine muscle extending deep into you. He drags it upward, licking the most sensitive parts of your clit before clamping down to suckle on it again.
You are singing a cacophony of songs, shouting in pleasure when he influences a surge of climaxes to flutter through your body. There’s nothing you can do but wait for the dust to settle. Once he gets like this, he is not intent on stopping until you’re a blubbering, hyperventilating mess.
“You’re so beautiful when you come.” Maul whispers between your thighs. As he sits on his knees beside the edge of the bed, he ruts his hips forward, imagining you in place. You’re starved for breath and in dire need of a pause, but he doesn’t stop there, pushing you to your absolute limits.
Taking his own words as a challenge, he leans forward, dragging you all the way to the edge so that your ass collides with his hips. You arch forward to kiss him. He leans into it, his lips pressing firmly atop yours. He holds the kiss, professionally navigating himself to your entrance without looking.
You moan sharply into his mouth, and he scarfs your vocalization down, gaining sustenance from the very prospect of your euphoric bliss. He slides in easily, your tight walls yielding to his lovely breach. He commits himself to a series of thrusts that prove to be increasingly favorable. His veiny cock is driven deep and true with each slam of his hips against your ass. He spreads your legs wide apart, holding them up by the ankles to watch your pussy swallow every inch of him.
“I thought you two were finally awake!” Feral’s voice announces his unsolicited entry, interrupting the quiet moment you’re sharing with Maul. “No fair! Why does he get you all to himself?”
As you lie on the bed, Maul’s thrusts increase in power as if to further impose his influence over your vocalizations. You cannot get a single word out without stuttering.
“Oh, m-my p-precious babyyyy .” You coo at him from where he stands with his arms crossed in the doorway. “Is s-someone a l-little j- jealousss ?”
You reach your arms out, letting Maul use you as he pleased while you continue to talk to Feral. He shuffles over to the opposite side of the bed, climbing atop the sheets. You moan and gasp with every thrust Maul gives you, his grunts growing more prevalent as the seconds pass.
“Maybe…” Feral admits when you open your arms to receive him. Your exposed chest is the perfect pacifier for him. Feral lays one palm over your left breast while tenderly sucking on your right.
“There you go, baby.” You whisper to him as Maul fucks you. Feral closes his eyes, savoring your taste until one of your hands slips past his waistband, with which he looks up at you with surprise, but doesn’t request that you stop. Instead, he matches Maul’s timing of thrusts, fucking your fist just as his brother fucks your pussy.
Feral cannot help himself. He wants more. He needs more. Before you know it, he is scaling the bed and kneeling with his cock bouncing right in front of your face. His sun-kissed amber skin tone is far less saturated than his brother. It gives him a sweet disposition when you know he can be anything but. This pride of warriors stakes their claim over you, praising you like the goddess you are.
The appearance of a cock gracing your lips sends Maul over the edge. With both your legs still raised high in the air, he puts them together and grounds himself to you, fucking harder and faster than before. The added plush overflow of your ass and thighs gives him more surface area to pleasure you as well as himself. Maul bites his tongue, cutting his moans short so that he doesn’t accumulate any ammunition for Feral to tease him. Instead, his methods of self-control fail him and it’s far more satisfying than any string of grunts ever could be.
Maul fumbles, buckling over to almost falter completely, but a sturdy hand at the edge of the bed saves him. You feel the blooming gush of his come spill into you. That familiar warmth has your eyes rolling to the back of your head, crying out with Feral’s cock still in your mouth. The vibrations of your moans reverberate through your throat and along his shaft, tickling him with an added level of sensation.
With a final sigh of relief, Maul eases himself out of you, pulling the plug to watch his spend leak out and soak the sheets. “ Ughhhh … I’ll never tire of that.”
“Come over here and let me clean you.” You demand him while turning over on your knees. “And you can lay right over here .”
Feral does not resist in your repositioning antics, laying down exactly where you once were. He does not know for certain what is happening until you commit to it. He watches you straddle his hips, scooting so that your pussy is hovering over his hardened cock. With a shaft in each hand, you sit on feral while simultaneously kissing Maul off. You lick every remnant of come off his tip while rocking back and forth over Feral.
Feral cannot do much but lie there and take what you give him. The weight of your ass slamming into him coupled with the creamy ooze, is beyond captivating, but that’s not what gets your collective attention.
The Grav settings have been altered and that is evident with the surge of butterflies and weightlessness you feel. It’s like wading in deep waters, a minor density so that none of you completely float away, but enough that it takes the edge off the strain in your muscles, putting a pause to your salacious activities.
Another voice comes through the doorway, welcoming himself in. “Why didn’t anyone think to get me for the fun?”
“Sorry brother.” Maul initiates an apology with a coy grin as he grasps your jaw. “We got a little selfish with her.”
“Why’d you have to go and mess with the Gs in the ship?” Feral asks him with a bit of playful annoyance in his voice as they get used to the weightlessness.
“I had to get your attention somehow.” Savage discloses with a drop of his trousers. His massive lengths swaying from side to side at this exposure, making you drool at the sight.
“Oh, now we’re talking.” You smile at Savage while he too ascends the bed on his knees. You alternate sucking both he and Maul off, occupying both hands with their pulsating shafts. The stretch is substantial when you go from Maul to Savage, but their love remains mirrored. They pet your head, stroke your face, and run their fingers through your floating hair in an effort to remind you of your inherent charm. They all coo and gasp at you, uttering obscenities under their breath.
“Yesss… Take it just like that…” Maul rubs your cheek with his thumb when you look up at him, devotion in his eyes while you whine from being fucked. Your mind sparks a sinful idea that you’re certain will leave them speechless.
You make very clear eye contact with Savage as he watches you wrap your index finger and thumb around the flared base of your anal plug. You nonverbally communicate what it is you want of him, letting go of his cock so that you can focus on Maul’s with both hands.
Savage’s eyes widen at this request. He scrambles quickly with his tip now begging to be let into your back entrance. The excitement of what’s happening overcomes him when he finds himself sliding inside.
“AH!” You exclaim, the dilation taking you by storm.
“Did that hurt?” Savage backs up, rearing out of you while you manage to sit completely down on Feral’s length.
“N-no, it was just a lot at once.” You reiterate, catching your breath.
“I’ll take it slow.” Savage coaxes you, gripping himself at the base to try again. This time, you know what you expect, and even Maul cannot deny the apprehension melting away to elation. “As slow as you like.”
“That’s it.” Maul praises you. “There’s our good girl.”
You resume your sucking while Feral continues his fucking, but the wild card is Savage breaching your ass from behind. The constriction alone is enough to extract him for all he’s worth, but the internal disruption Feral is causing poses a secondary challenge.
“ Unf… Fuck! I can’t -” Savage stutters, having only gotten about halfway into your ass before he could feel the quiver of his loins threaten him. With all the movement happening, the timing couldn’t have been more perfect.
“ Oh-oh-ohhh… ” Feral pumps his hips upward and the flex of his cock lets you know he’s on the cusp of his finish as well. He grabs hold of your hips tightly while Savage’s palms spread your cheeks to their furthest extent, watching his shaft vanish beyond your soaking walls.
“ S-sooo beautiful… ” Maul utters the words just as a flood of his spend is shot into the back of your throat. His eyes are glazed over as you drink him dry. Feral can’t keep his sights off the show you’re putting on for him and likewise for Savage. You’re full to bursting. Savage glances down to see the mess the three have made of you, but they remain pumping inside long after each of them have already climaxed. You do not let Maul go anywhere for an extended duration after the fact, letting him fuck your mouth far past its extended duration to let his flavor coat your mouth while Feral and Savage have at your other holes.
The distention growing inside inflates you like a balloon. With every thrust, whether it be in your mouth, pussy or ass, you are sent to cloud nine. If all these hands holding you in place weren’t your direct conduit to the bed, you are certain you would find your way to the ceiling.
All three cocks exit you in unison and that displacement has you crying out for them to fill you again. You collapse beside Feral, leisurely floating beside him to cuddle up on the mattress while Savage and Maul find their own places beside you both, and even though everyone is fatigued, you know they’ll be ready to go again in a matter of minutes.
Dearest Wishmonger, after enjoying your work for many moons, I shall finally come forth with a request of my own. How would drinking with the brothers play out? What, if their SO was bad at handling alcohol?
CW: alcohol, drinking to excess, taking advantage of an inebriated person (implied dubious consent), power dynamics (kink)
Feral: Likely responsible for your state of intoxication to begin with. He'll go measure for measure -- putting down two spotchka tonic for every one that you partake of. Zabrak are a highly competitive species, after all. Recommendation: find a comfortable bush to crash into because neither of you are making it home from the cantina. But who doesn't love a drunken fumble with an affectionate Nightbrother after you've both had a few too many?
Savage: Throws you over his shoulder to carry you home and doesn't ask questions if you make a messy pass at him. He'd prefer if you remembered, so I regret, the most you'll get out of him his a glass of water, a stim, and a heavy, hot hand massaging your aches later. Don't forget to demonstrate your gratitude for his care later, Reader. I'm sure Savage would appreciate a gesture of your kindness, when you're sober.
Maul: He's partaken once or twice, but as a rule, his training under Sidious made consuming substances to excess prohibitive, though certainly, some Dark Siders of old likely had a trick or two to mitigate the effects of alcohol. I'm not suggesting he'd use that to his advantage, but as someone who's studied the Old Masters... well. I'm sure Maul knows a thing or two about controlling his body when you may find yourself a little more susceptive to its effects. Not that he would take advantage, no -- Maul appreciates a willing participant. But that wouldn't stop him from placing you in bed, making you more comfortable, perhaps, by divesting you of your clothing, and watching you sleep off the effects while contemplating the oh-so vulnerable position you've put yourself in around him. In fact, I think he'd quite like it.
Sorry it’s a bit shorter. I plan on writing a bit more coming up since I have to get my wisdom teeth removed soon. I’ll have nothing else to do but write and artfight. || Not Proofread
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You can see it in the way he holds himself. Every day he gets more stiff, less talkative, and more distant. He still talks to you and his brother occasionally. But it’s so far and few between anymore you might as well have not spoken at all.
You can only guess why though. He isn’t the most open about his outside life, you know bits and pieces from stories, but that might be it. You know his brother can be a lot at times to him, and especially the war going on. He’s got a lot on his plate, but he’s mindful to try not to let it affect how he treats you. He has a routine when he comes back home, he’s done it for as long as you two have been together. He ducks to come in the front door, removes his boots by the door, the days he’s wearing a robe that also gets taken off. And his lightsaber always goes in a drawer by the door. He likes to try and separate that life from his home life with you.
Unfortunately, as of recently he’s been drawing in on himself. He has done this in the past when things have gotten overwhelming for him, mostly notably when he realized Maul would rather have him as an apprentice than as a brother. That one was hard for him since he had spent so long trying to find him.
Today Savage had come home early. You hear the clunk of his boots soon followed by the drawer closing. You’re in the kitchen washing some dishes from making yourself lunch earlier, and you honestly expected him to continue walking by on his way to the bedroom to sleep. So it was a surprise when you felt two arms wrap around you and a face bury into your shoulder, mindful of his horns.
“Hi.” You dry your hands off and smile when his arms loosen enough to let you turn around to face him. He didn’t know it yet, but you had something planned for this evening.
He didn’t respond to your greeting, just rested his head on yours as he was bent at an awkward angle. “Go get cleaned up and grab a blanket. I have something planned tonight.” You kiss the side of his head and pat his arm. He’s slow to move away from you, enjoying just hugging you in silence.
When he heads to the fresher to shower, you finish up the dishes and go to your bedroom to change into some warming clothing. It gets chilly at night here. You lay out some more casual clothes for Savage, ones you had insisted he should get. He rarely wears them since they’re not what he’s used to, but he’s getting better about it.
You sit on the living room couch and scroll on your datapad until he’s done. He steps out of the bedroom in the clothing, and you have to admit he looks a little funny after being so used to seeing him in those uncomfortable ones. “Where will we be going?” He asks, the first things he’s said to you all day. He sounds tired, and you hope your plan will help with that even a little bit. Taking his hand, he follows along behind you as you begin to lead him away. You had made a path through the woods to a small garden you were working on, so you knew the path well despite the fading sunlight.
Finally, you reach the clearing near your still small garden. He looks at you like he was ready to ask a question, but stays quiet. You take the blanket that was tucked under his arm from him and lay it out on the ground and sit down on it. “Come sit.” You smile at him and pat the blanket beside you. He sits down, very quiet for a man of his size. You pull him to lay down beside you and he does so without fighting. While he looks like a guy that would be frightening, you have him wrapped around his finger. “Look.” You point up at the sky just as a shooting star zips across the sky.
He hums and shifts around to get comfortable. He tucks one arm under his head, and the other you feel brush your hand. He entwines your fingers and gives it a small squeeze. His eyes haven’t left the sky after the first shooting star. You take this time to admire him. Despite the tattoos around his eyes, you could just tell they were tired. He finally looked over at you and his expression shifts to a softer look. “You’re staring.” He nudges you with his arm, your smile gets a little bigger at that.
“Just happy you’re enjoying some peace. I’m happy I could provide that for you.” You shift slightly so you can rest your head on his shoulder, his head leaning on top of yours. You heard a rumble beside you, Savage was purring.
“Thank you.” He squeezes your hand again, then points to another shooting star.
He’s finally content again for the time being. You only wish you could keep it this way forever. Run away from the war, the Sith, everything and just live.
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Bit of a bittersweet ending, but I’m pretty proud of this one :D
I had a random thought come to mind of ‘how would Maul react to reader dating his brother’? Like a Feral or Savage x Reader headcanon with Maul glaring at them before realising they get along super well
(God forbid a more angsty take where Maul’s in denial of his feelings towards his brother’s partner 💀)
I fear for anyone scrolling my tumblr bc it’s not funny how overly obsessed I’ve become with Maul
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.
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.
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!
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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.
