My laptop ran an update while I was sleeping last night which would've been fine except that the fan pad it sits on has rgb lights that fire up whenever the the computer first powers on, so in the middle of the night my computer finished its restart sequence and this happened:
"Why do you sleep in the same room as your computer/why don't you turn it off all the way before bed?" I usually use it to play audiobooks because it's easier for me to fall asleep that way.
"Why do you have gamer lights?" I needed a cooling pad for my laptop and they came baked in.
"Why do computers update in the middle of the night?" Because it's usually less annoying than having them try to update during the day while you're using them. Usually.
"This happened to me too." We are siblings-in-arms, separated by time and space but bound together by a shared suffering (getting flashbanged by technology in the middle of the night).
❝content warnings!❞ jason in his late 50s, fem!afab!reader in early 30s, reader and jason are gym buddies teehee, bit of a slow build up, BREEDING KINK, MATING PRESS!, overstimulation, titty suckin, squirting, praise praise praise praise, jason's got a bit of a confidence problem, reader is flirty and confident
can we talk about dilf!jason todd? im going to talk about dilf!jason todd.
let’s talk about dilf!jason todd. we’ve all seen him. the silver strands that seem to speckle like stars in his undercut, the stern perpetual frown, the crow’s feet whenever he squints slightly, and oh god, the perpetual 5 o’clock shadow. no matter the lingering looks cast by people who walk past him on the street, no matter the batting eyelashes, no matter the amount of flirting will get him to understand that he is attractive.
what is there to be attracted to him anyway? he’d always argue with that same rationale with dick every time. he’s well into his 50’s, he’s nearing his 60’s, and he’s not exactly built like most men his age. sure, he’s still muscled and maintaining himself, but he’s got a bit of a belly that tells everyone he’s never going to lay off on sweet treats.
being a personal trainer at the gym, one of his favourite parts is learning about people.
you’re a little less than half his age, a gorgeous specimen of a human being who doesn’t look a day over your late 20's. jason’s already memorised your schedule like the back of his hand.
you’ll come in on tuesdays, thursdays, saturdays and sundays. never during peak hours or days. you do an upper/lower split for your workout, throwing in some core and cardio workouts scattered throughout the week. and more often than not, he’d catch himself sneaking glances when his client is taking a break, or in between his own sets.
you’ve noticed him. of course you have! who wouldn’t notice the hulking, almost brooding man living off of his pension who sometimes stares at you instead of doing his workouts?
you’re the one who actually approached him with some small talk. you had asked him to spot you one day after a while of doing nothing but sneaking glances at each other or smiling when passing by during your workouts. now, you've got a habit of just asking him to spot you when you really just want him to watch you.
then came the flirtatious banter. god, you’ve got a smart mouth on you.
“y’know, i’m old enough to be your father.” jason cocks an eyebrow when you take a rest between sets. he’s helping you out with your upper body day and he’d be lying if he said he hadn’t let his eyes wander over your body while you’re focusing.
you lean back and tilt your head to the side questioningly. you like to do this, he’s noticed. you’ll pause, you’ll let your gaze travel from his face to his body, and when your eyes meet his, you’ll cock an eyebrow upward.
“that doesn’t seem to stop you from checking me out, though.” the corners of your lips quirk into a smirk.
jason can't tell if it's cockiness or confidence but it doesn't matter to him anymore. he's fallen hook, line, and sinker—and he wants more.
a friendship had naturally blossomed between the both of you. you exchanged numbers with him. sometimes, you'd do workouts together, then go out for lunch or dinner afterwards before he drops you home. hell, he even went helmet shopping with you since he doesn't own any vehicle but a bike.
when you started to see someone, you'd communicated this to him. he looked almost disappointed when you did but you dismissed it as a trick of the light in the dark. there's a small squeeze in your chest when you told him you'll be spending a little less time with him.
you don't really know how or why, but you find yourself comparing this guy to jason a lot. you'll compare how jason opens your doors for you while he doesn't; how jason will respectfully place his hand on the small on your back in crowded spaces while he doesn't; how jason will carry heavy items for you even though you can bench press twice the weight.
"then why not go to your buff gym daddy then?" your best friend states the obvious, like telling you the sky is blue, and that spring has sprung.
"he's not a buff gym daddy." you throw a pillow at them, but you know they have a point. you can always count on your best friend for snapping you back to your senses. it doesn't take you long to break it off with the guy and come running back into jason's arms.
to your merit, you really tried to play it cool, but jason notices just how chipper you are. he notices how you're standing closer to him, leaning into his proximity way more than you should when he's teaching you the right form and posture for a new machine that just got installed a couple of weeks ago.
he definitely notices when you're hesitant to step into your apartment even though the keys are in your hand and he's right there watching you. confused, he calls out your name—a soft, gentle caress hidden in the low baritone of his voice.
"yeah, i'm doing this." you announce with a resolute nod. his brows pinch to a frown slightly. fuck, he looks so good with this stupid compression shirt and his stupid fucking basketball shorts. it's a ridiculous combination when you throw in his leather jacket and his badass, hunky biker appearance, but you've very quickly learned that you're hopelessly attracted to it.
"do what, sweetheart?" the pet name slips without him intending to, and it's the same reason you're jumping his bones.
it's a messy clash of teeth and limbs within the first few seconds, but you find your rhythm and so does he. you're both stumbling through your door until he's pinning you to the back of it. one hand clicks the lock while the other wraps around your throat. jason doesn't use any pressure, just rests his palm on the base while he searches your eyes for any hesitation.
"are you sure about this?" his voice comes in the ghost of a whisper over your lips.
"i want you so fuckin' bad, old man." you're both laughing at your breathless response but it dissolves so quickly when he kisses you again. this time, it's soft and gentle, like he's memorising the feel of your lips against his.
your hands loop around his neck to pull him closer to you. his hands find purchase on your hips, his touches growing bolder as he gives you a gentle squeeze.
then somehow he’s in your bed with his hands cupping the back of your knees and pushing them close to your chest while he drives his aching cock in and out of your drooling cunt. your moans ricochet off the walls of your apartment, in time with his steady rhythm. every time he goes this deep, your eyes roll back and you're going limp underneath him.
"that's it, baby. y'wanted this old man's cock, didn't cha?" jason grunts lowly. your warm cunt is sucking him in every time he pulls back out. you've no idea how many times he's made you cum already—you're so overstimulated that all you can think of is how good his cock feels pounding hard and deep inside of you. "squeezin' my fuckin' cock like you want me to breed you and give me more kids."
now that made you clench tighter around him.
"yeah?" he easily adjusts your position to spread your legs apart so he can see your tits bounce for him. he leans down to catch a nipple and start sucking harshly around your pert bud. he gets another cry out of you, your legs and thighs shaking around him as he fucks you through yet another orgasm. your eyes roll back and he's quick to gently take your jaw to guide your gaze back to him. "y'sound so fuckin' pretty for me when you sing, baby. you hear that? you hear how wet you get for me, pretty?"
you nod dumbly, because you can. you can hear how wet you are. you can hear the sloshing of your slick, the juices mixing with your cum that's dripping down the fat of his balls, the puckered hole of your ass, and down to your rumpled sheets. it's so erotic and it sends another rush of heat to your core, whimpering from just how good it feels.
"your body responds so well to me." jason peppers light kisses all over your sweaty face before licking a fat stripe up from the base of your neck to your jawline. one of his hand frees up to slide between your bodies to start rolling at your clit to match the rhythm of his cock. "fuck, i can– 'm gonna cum, sweetheart. y'gonna take my cum like a good girl?"
"breed me, jay." you finally manage to moan out. his cock is hitting all of the right spots to make you see stars, his girth stretching you out and filling you up so well. you can feel him twitch inside your gummy walls and a sound he's never made before escapes from the back of his throat—a whimper.
"fuck, you– y'can't– don't fuckin' say that–"
"breed me." you double down and look him in the eye. "want you to fill me up til 'm full."
"jesus fuckin'– fuck, 'm so close." jason groans, a deep rumble low in his chest as his hips start to lose its steady rhythm. everything sounds and feels so pornographic. "so fuckin'– gonna– fuck, gonna fuckin' breed you, sweetheart. pump you full of m'cum, you gonna– fuckin'– gonna let me do that for you?"
the slick, steady plap, plap, plap of his pelvis against the fat of your ass; your breathy moans; your nails digging into the matters, gripping onto anything as if it can ground you back on earth while he's ascending you to the highest of heavens; the soft grunts and moans coming from him as he presses his forehead against yours, catching sweet pecks of kisses as if he's not rearranging your guts; everything is making your senses go further into overdrive.
you can feel an almost peeing sensation when he angles his hips a little differently while he chases his high, reaching deeper into a spot that you never realised you even had.
"oh fuck, jason, please, yes! don't stop, don't stop, please!" you whine breathlessly into his ear. his forehead drops to the crook of your neck, kissing the spot clumsily as he continues to chase his high. your name comes tumbling from his lips like a chant, hot and airy, and it only tightens the knot in your belly.
"i'm gonna– fuck!" jason finally cums with a loud moan of your name. his cock twitches where it nestles deep inside your cunt, pouring his hot seed into you and it triggers your own—only that it comes in a spray all over his abdomen. his eyes widen as he leans back, his hips slowing down to a shallow thrust as you squirt all over him. "holy fuck, doll. did you just squirt for me?"
you're limp and boneless, your sweat clinging onto you like a second skin but it gives you an ethereal glow under the silvery beams of moonlight through your bedroom window. he's never seen anyone more beautiful than you. his heart skips a beat.
"all for my favourite old man." you pant with effort as he slowly lowers your thighs down to a more comfortable position. he chuckles with a shake of his head.
jason sings praises to you, cooing gently while he adjusts both of your bodies, pulling out from you slowly to prevent overstimulating you further. he doesn't hide away from staring at how the mix of both your cum is oozing from your hole that drips between the curves of your ass. he's so tender and sweet when he takes care of you, cleaning you up after as if he hadn't just completely defiled you.
finally, in the late hour, he pulls you close into his arms and presses a soft kiss to your forehead.
"five minutes," he whispers softly.
"five minutes?"
"just give me five minutes, sweetheart. my hips are fuckin' sore. then we can clean up, and we can discuss plans for a proper date with this old man." jason tucks you into his chest to muffle your laughter that rings through the room.
He is absolutely copying you, and cuddling, and doing the slow close of eyes that is a cat kiss! #this is one very happy cat #i hope the two of you have many years of harmony and happiness
Thank you all for being so patient with me! Your support for this story has really warmed my heart and kept me going. While I have you here, I would like to ask what you guys would want to see for a longer series next; A Fox/temple medic, or a Rex/discovered Jedi (taking place during CW). I still plan on adding to the Savage series but want to do other things to keep from getting bored with it. This chapter is nearly twice as long as the previous two, so you could say I got a bit carried away. Anyways, hope you enjoy!~Bim
Pt.1 Pt.2
Ao3
Koffi
Warning: Canon typical violence, talk of trauma, spicy towards the end, Savage being soft
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It had now been months since you and Jay had been taken by your captors, though it was getting more and more difficult to consider them as such. Having captors implied you were being confined or mistreated, which was far from the truth. Free reign of the ship, with clearance codes that allowed you into all of the most restricted areas, just so you could find Savage if need be. As for being physically harmed, you couldn’t even claim that. Apart from Savage being clingy and constantly demanding attention, more so now than ever before, your every need was provided for. New clothes, food and water; Savage had even gotten new books and materials to keep you occupied while he was away, though he was practically attached to your hip at this point. Maul had even taken to calling you his little shadow. Mental well-being was a different story, doubtful that being around two sith constantly and having limited interaction outside their circle of each other and a few higher ranking Mandalorians did little for conversational variety. Your current clothes were no help either, the change from your normal wardrobe putting you at unease.
“We should be landing soon.” One of the modulated voices spoke from your left, his helmet looking in your direction but not at you yourself. Instead it was fixated on Maul, who stood to your other side, just close enough that his arm skimmed yours whenever the ship jostled, making it easy for him to keep a hand on your shoulder, upright and stable. If not for the cloak you currently wore, an alteration done to one of Savage’s own, you might have welcomed the warmth he radiated.
Despite growing up on a rather cold planet, the chill of the ship was something she didn’t enjoy, reminding you too much of the mines with the chill and sometimes claustrophobic feel. There were even occasional random noises from the walls and ceilings, mimicking the sound of potential cave-ins. Even if it wasn’t as cold, you still would have preferred your longer, more covering clothes. Easier to feel protected from the lingering stares and provided a sense of being shielded when on your own in a way. Savage knew of this preference, mentioning once how you wore just as many layers as a jedi, which was why you had been so surprised by the presentation of your current clothes. The open back and cut arms of the dark fabric left you feeling exposed, prompting you to don a cloak despite insistence you wouldn’t need it. Savage clearly had a hand in its making, just as with everything else, with his markings embossed into the fabric with a gold the same as his skin. Seeing it, you had only rolled your eyes, his odd forms of claiming you as his property still ridiculous to you. Still, it was exciting to be somewhere other than the ship.
“We’ll meet with the primary unit at the city center.” He nodded, speaking into his wrist comm as the shuttle jolted to a halt.
You had landed.
Taking a deep breath, the doors to the ship slid open, revealing the new planet beyond.
You were no stranger to destruction. Houses burned down from heaters and generators, storehouses robbed and destroyed by raiders and pirates; both were a common sight back on your planet. They did nothing to prepare you for what lay beyond. A city in ruins, still smoking, with buildings crumbling before your eyes. Any excitement you had held before to visit another planet was quickly replaced by dread at the sight. There was no time to breathe, as the soldiers in line pushed forward, forcing you out onto the ramp.
“This is your first time seeing the aftermath, no?” Maul questions, his stride matching your own in more of a leisurely stroll as his posture was a stark contrast from yours.
“No.” You mumble. “You invaded my planet as well, remember?”
His only response is a low chuckle, sending your hair and most likely every Mandalorian’s in the vicinity on end. Such a sound from a him only spells trouble.
The architecture of the city was stunning, even destroyed as it was. To have seen before ruin would have given such a sense of grandeur to even those who had seen the sights of Naboo, making guilt sting that much deeper. By no means had you brought the ruin to this place of beauty, yet you still accompanied those who did. Guilt by association was somehow worse in this situation.
Explosions still rock the city occasionally, new cracks and crumbles of the buildings appearing, followed by shouts and screams; all of which you try and fail to ignore. After the deathly silence of space it all seems so much louder, and your body flinches with every noise. None of the soldiers mention your reaction, though that’s not much different from how they normally treat you. Maul is the only one that reacts, pushing you forward when your feet begin to drag. Even though it’s doubtful that it was intended so, the weight of his hand brought a small amount of comfort. Savage’s constant presence and neediness had turned you into a touched starved fool without the contact, especially from others.
The sun continued to beat down on the planet, making you feel positively sweltering under it’s ray’s as the clothing you were given now made sense. The light fabric and openings were preferable in such a climate, and would have helped prevent the sweat currently rolling down your back and collecting between the shoulder blades. The cloak remained firmly clasped however, being the last form of protection you felt against the carnage around you. To take it off would leave you truly exposed, and was the last thing you needed as you approached the group gathered in what you assumed to be the city center.
Even from a distance he stood out, the armor he normally wore discarded in an effort to escape the combined heat of the planet and that which came along with fighting. Standing at least a head taller than all those around him, he watched as the group of civilians gathered before him were sorted into groups, just as they had been on your planet. The sight was enough to make your heart catch, but was nothing compared to the look in his eyes when he saw your own group approaching. Brows furrowed in both anger and concentration, the fire burning within only intensified. A look you had seen him wear before, but never directed at you. It wasn’t just you he was looking at, his gaze flickering over to his brother and back, bringing attention to your current position.
Between the ship and now, his arm had crept across your back, casually thrown across your shoulders and pushing you forward while keeping you on track. What one could consider a friendly gesture but Savage clearly disliked. So, under his gaze, you ducked from his brother’s grasp and jumped ahead of the group, making a beeline for him. As you got closer smaller details unseen from the previous distance came into focus. A number of new scratches and nicks married his horns, though the crimson tint they held was far more distracting, continuing down his neck to his shoulders and chest. The lightsaber at his side was sheathed, making you question if he had even used it in the first place. You may not know much about them, but you knew the weapon resulted in rather bloodless wounds, which were instantly cauterized by the super-heated blade.
Your name tumbles from his lips as he pulls you in closer, stepping away from Pre Vizsla and the others as the former gives Maul updates on the takeover. The way in which he holds you is almost identical to how Maul had, though with his greater height you were pressed more into his side. It was almost an instinct with how you shrunk into him, body forming against his with ease. All the while the hate which you held towards yourself only grew. Not only was he covered in sweat and blood, chest still heaving with exertion, but you had been at odds with him for a while now. Ever since he had ‘gifted’ you with your collar, he had only grown more possessive, yet your freedoms had grown as well. Contact with anyone outside his immediate circle had been completely cut off. He had even growled at a guard who he claimed ‘looked at you for too long’ while taking a walk around the ship. He made sure to come back to the room every night, or have you come to whatever room he was stuck in, which often resulted in you wrapped in one of his shirts, dozing against his side. None dared to say a word about it, though Maul had made the occasional jab at how dependent his brother was.
The increased time together allowed more free time during the day, claiming he trusted you to solve any problems you may run into. You had your suspicions it was only because of the last incident, and subsequent fight that had followed. The clinginess had begun to grate on your nerves, going almost stir crazy with how suffocating he could be at times. You had drawn the line when he wanted you to stay with him in a meeting rather than going to meet your brother, claiming he could wait. You had of course chosen your brother, causing a small rift when he tried to order you to stay, and leading to you ignoring him most of the time now. However, with such a change of the quiet and relatively uneventful ship to the war torn city you were currently in, your weak will had you turning to him and his unwavering confidence for guidance and protection.
He said nothing of your sudden closeness, willing to be submitted to his smothering when before you would have tried to wiggle away. The only indication that he thought anything of it was the way his chest puffed with pride, arm gripping tighter as Pre Vizsla led you further through the city.
“Blue squad has found a group of civilians who were hiding and have requested backup to help with the large number. A few seem rather defiant from what they say.” He explains as the groups walk, going deeper into the destroyed city.
It’s disturbingly easy to avert your eyes from the crumbled walls and motionless bodies, focusing instead on the armor of the woman in front of you and counting each scratch and dent, coming up with theories as to what exactly caused them. Yet for as well as you can close your eyes to the injustice surrounding you, it’s impossible to close your ears to its sounds, and the cry of not the man, but children, is what forces you to look.
It seems you had reached the other group mentioned by the Mandalorian leader, the supposed issues they were having with their captives on full display as a family fights to stay together. The father is being pulled away while his wife and son are pushed towards the other group. She struggles to keep him back, tears running down her own face as the boy fights free of her grip, screaming as the man is beaten into submission. It’s with a chill you recognize the man who had done the same to you on your planet, eliciting a strong sense of deja-vu from the scene. Your grip on Savage’s hand becomes tighter, though he simply stares impassively at the scene as the mother continues to struggle. She falters, only for a moment, but it is enough for him to slip away, running at a breakneck speed towards his death.
The jeers of the soldiers only grow louder as he stumbles to his father’s side, attempting in vain to pull the now unconscious man away.
“Honestly, kids these days.” The man sighed. “They need to learn a little respect.”
The whip crackles to life, his only pause as he basks in the cheers of the others, all still filled with adrenaline from the fight and still craving violence. Craving blood.
“If you love your father so much, then you can join him!” He raises the weapon to strike, the boy lifting his own arms in response even though they will do nothing to protect him. For his family and himself, it's over. Their people were defeated and were to be forced into the service of others. Yet they still find the need to make them suffer further. Maybe that’s why you did it. Or why you like to think you did, grasping onto the small shred of humanity left in your body as you step forward and, in three large leaps, knocked the offending weapon from his hand.
“Enough.” Your voice is strong, firm. Nothing like how you actually feel towards your actions, which is to say shocked. He must be experiencing the same as it takes a moment of pause before he’s wheeling around to face you. He rips his helmet off, face red from both heat and anger with steam practically blowing from his ears as he gets in your face.
“I should have known you would try to pull something like this! You and your savior complex ruin everything every chance you get!” He’s practically screaming, yet you refuse to back down. Your response is calm and collected, practically the opposite of him.
“You have won. There is no need for you to inflict further pain on these people to satisfy your own sadistic needs and feelings of incompetence. If praying on those who can do nothing against you truly makes you feel powerful, then you are far from the warrior you seem to think you are.”
Silence follows as the weight of your words dig in, with tension so thick that not even a viroblade could cut it. The eyes of everyone, the Mandalorians, the civilians, Maul and Savage, are all on you.
“That’s it!” He throws his helmet to the side walking a few paces before taking up a fighting stance. “We’re going to settle this here and now!”
“Roji! Enough!” Vizsla shouts at his man. “Now is not the time for-”
“No! She’s gotten away with her behavior for far too long. All because she’s some Sith’s little toy!” A sharp intake of breath from many, including yourself, follows his words. To say such a thing, knowing the temper of both men, was like asking to be killed in the most painful way possible. He doesn’t seem to care, only continuing to glare. “Time to end this.”
His words are a taunt, meant to rile you into fighting. They’re not needed however. Even if he hadn't prompted it, it would have led to this. For far too long he had been allowed free reign, hurting others as he pleased, including yourself. No longer would you live in fear, tiptoeing past him in the halls and avoiding eye contact when discussing battle plans. He was right, you thought as you took your own stance; it was time for this to end.
Savage stepped forward, intent on breaking things up as he cursed himself. Allowing you as much freedom as he had the past few days was a mistake. Thinking that his obvious claim on you would be enough was yet another, and now you had gotten yourself into a bigger mess. Before he could get any closer Maul stopped him, his brother’s red hand keeping him back as he looked towards his kin in confusion.
“She must prove herself, not only to the Mandalorians, but to prove she is strong enough to serve.” He must have sensed his inner turmoil, as his grip tightened. “Your feelings are irrelevant right now brother. She must prove she is worthy. I do not tolerate the weak.”
His tone was enough to give him pause, as he begrudgingly accepted his brother’s words, stepping back to watch what was about to happen. He knew it had been a long time coming, though his hopes that Maul would simply accept you through the unlikely bond that had begun to grow between you had remained persistent. All for naught it seemed, as Maul was a creature of habit, always testing and pushing those around him.
Meanwhile, a loose circle had formed around you and Roji, creating a wall of shouts and jeers as you began circling one another, waiting to see who would make the first move. An honor that went to him, as he grew tired of waiting and sprinted forward, closing the distance as he delivered the first strike of many.
He was by no means a small man, nor did he pull his punches as he rained down blow after blow. Blocking was all you could do, waiting for an opportunity to break away as you were pushed further back towards the edge of the makeshift ring. The shouts and jeers of the other filled your ears as you tried to drown them out and focus on the man in front of you. Every twitch, every hit, even the way his facial expression shifted gave you information.
“Little whore! Where do you think you’re going?” His elbow drove into your spine as you tried to jump through an opening in attacks, leaving you dazed as a cheer went up from the others. Stunned, the taste of blood stung your tongue,almost as choking as the cloak, now cutting off oxygen as you were pulled up by its fabric. Feet scrambling for purchase, you struggled to breath as he laughed. The scene was reminiscent of a Lothcat mother carrying a squirming kit, though there was no fond or familial feeling here.
“I’ll make you regret every moment you spent on our ship, and not rotting in the ground like the rest of your people.” He spoke in your ear, words emphasized as his grip tightened. Your own hands struggled around your neck, fingers turning numb as they fumbled and searched. As soon as the cool metal of the clasp registered under their touch you all but ripped it open, releasing its hold and spilling you on the ground. The skin of your throat was raw, painful as dry coughs accompanied gasping breaths. Black spots slowly faded away, retreating to peripherals as oxygen flooded your system. Still lightheaded, you forced yourself to stand. As soon as your feet found purchase, Roji was there again. Being corner wasn’t an option, as he would simply resume the beating once again, so the only option was to run. To keep out of his hands.
Around and around you went, staying just out of reach by the skin of your teeth, trying to come up with something, anything.
“Hold still!” Grunting as his foot nicked your shoulder, eyes burning with frustration, it finally clicked. All of these moves, from every combo to wild lash out, was just like how your brother fought. Almost eerily similar, in fact. It made sense. With such largely trained numbers, of course the fighting styles would be the same, most likely taught in groups or by a small number of people. In sheer panicked and adrenaline filled thinking, you had completely missed the similarities up until now.
You had sparred with Jay before, the sibling rivalry pushed by his need to prove that he was stronger now and your own stubbornness. So many sparring matches, so many hours spent in training rooms. All the while unconsciously becoming more and more accustomed to the Mandalorian fighting style. For once, you were grateful for his insistence on the brawls.
So, when another leg flew your way, instead of running to the side or back, you stepped forward, placing a foot over his to act as an anchor as you shoved him back. A dirty move, but it did the job. His arms windmilling as he tried to keep his balance, but to no avail.
Before he has a chance to recover, you’re on him. The armor covering his body would make any hits feel like nothing. There was only one way to truly hurt him.
The first hit connects with his nose, a sickening crack, followed by his own cry of pain. Hands immediately shoot up to cradle his wound, but are thrown away. Blow after blow rains down on him, just as he had done earlier. He weakly tries to struggle, but unburdened by the weight and heat of the cloak and veins full of adrenaline, there was no chance for him. Red is all you can see. Red on his armor, red of the fire burning the city, and red of blood, pouring from his face in increasing amounts with every blow.
Blond hair faded to brown, armor turning to fabric, causing a momentary stutter, shaking your head in an attempt to clear your thoughts. It wasn’t possible. You were here, not back on Genoti. This wasn’t the pit….
Or was it?
A hand grabs your shoulder, pulling you away from the man. There’s a moment where your hand flies out, still looking for a fight and seeking revenge on the one that pulled you away, only to stop short as Jay’s voice reaches you, piercing the fog and bringing you back to reality.
He speaks your name once again, your surroundings coming into focus once again. The crowd had gone silent, looking on with varying degrees of shock and anger. Long gone are the cheers for blood, as a number move forward with caution, picking up their injured comrade. A trail of blood follows, steadily streaming from a nearly unrecognizable face. A horrid mixture of the swelling fighting against broken bone and cartilage. Looking down, your blood runs cold, contrasting his own, which collects on each knuckle before falling to the ground; also stained with the same crisim color.
You feel like puking. Not because of the guilt, but because of the lack of. Despite everything, no matter how deep you dig, you can’t find a shred of regret for what you’ve done. Only horror and anger for yourself for devolving to such a reaction. There’s also anger for those around you. They were the ones who forced this, dragging you back into the cycle of violence and blood. They were the monsters…...right?
Footsteps approach, your head whipping around to see Savage approaching. He’s uncharacteristically cautious. Walking slowly with his hands raised, he acts as if he’s approaching a wild animal. As if you’ll attack.
Your eyes meet, stopping him in his tracks. It’s as if an invisible pressure is pushing in on all sides, oddly calming, as if it were a security blanket. His gaze is calculating, troubled. A look you’ve never seen on him before.
“Head back to the main base and wait.” Voice monotone, eyes skimming over your skin. You already know what he’s looking at. Not the blood, not the bruises and cuts, but your skin. Normally covered by a single or multiple layers of cloth now on full display for him and everyone else.
You don’t move, feet frozen in place. Hell, you don’t even know if you can move.
“I’ll take her.” Jay’s hand grasps yours tightly and, with a gentle pull, begins leading you away. The crowd parts like grass, leaving ample room to pass. Their gaze just as heated as Savage’s, digging into every crevice, over every scar. The only one who’s not in some state of shock is Maul, who only gives a smile, more of a smirk really, as you leave. Once around the corner of the far street, activity picks back up again. The shouts of Vizsla fade as quickly as they swell as Jay persists. His pace never slows, silent the entire way as he picks up speed. His grip tightens, almost bruising, though you say nothing. Too scared of what he might say. No longer was he the same little Jay who had left your planet. In just a few short months he had grown. Skinny limbs replaced with lean muscle. His face was sharper, with eyes to match. There was an air of confidence which he carried with him as he poked around the camp, scrounging a medkit.
There was a plethora of tents to choose from, all full of soldiers in various states of injury and consciousness. Their groans and cries were as varied as they were, but Jay still managed to find a place in the back.
“Alright so if you just-hey!” He tried to get up, only for you to punch him back down onto the cot again.
“Take off your armor.” Opening the kit, an array of bandages and antibiotics greeted you.
“What?” He almost laughed. “I’m not the one who got into a fist fight. You should let me just-”
“Dammit Jay!” You spun on him, slamming your hands on the frame. “Just..just let me do this for you. Please.”
He hesitates, but only for a moment. Then, slowly, he begins to peel the upper portion of his armor off. Piece by piece, he carefully lays it on the cot beside him until his torso is bare. He wasn’t really injured at all. A few cuts and scrapes, some bruising along his arms, but other than that he was fine. You had to admit, the Mandalorian’s armor was impressive. Methodically you cleaned the wounds that were there, carefully bandaging each wound and applying bacta. Meanwhile he tries to dampen your worries, almost complaining about how they didn’t let him do anything but run ammo and help evacuate the wounded.
“My feet feel like I’ve run a thousand miles today.” He groans, pulling a smile as you chuckle.
“Sounds like it.”
“Enough about me.” He groans, pushing himself up. He stumbles a bit, revealing some form of truth to his complaints. “Time to get you taken care of, and I don’t want to hear any protest.”
Rolling your eyes and allowing him to push you down, he took up the role of doctor and you the patient. Until now, you hadn’t even realized the extent of your wounds. Bruises were already forming along your arm. The skin in your back was torn up from landing on the sharp stones of the ground, though it was of little significance. Whatever marks were left would be lost amongst the sea of those already there. Gently, he began wiping the blood from your knuckles, shooting an apologetic look after every pained hiss before moving on to wrapping them.
“You know, this seems awfully familiar.” Jokingly, he taps at the bandages.
“Yes, but I would like to think I’ve gotten a bit better at fighting since then.”
“I don’t know.” He grins. “I think you used to be much better at getting beat up.”
A small chuckle escapes. Then another. And another. Within seconds your both doubled over, leaning on each other for support and gasping for breath. It had been, what, months? Years? It was hard to remember the last time you laughed this hard, felt this carefree.
“I missed this.” You looked over at Jay.
“Missed what?”
“This.” He gestured between you. “Us. Being together and not having to worry about anything.”
“We could live a peaceful life.” It escapes you before you realize it. No more than an absent thought, spoken aloud.
“What do you mean?”
The once joyous mood turns sour, voice now filled with venom as you spoke. “Those Mandalorians, those Sith, invaded our planet. They kidnapped us, forced you to learn to fight.” You spat. “If they had just left us alone we could be back home right now and-”
“-And what?” His jumps up, only to spin and face you. “Be worked to the bone just trying to survive? Freezing as the temperature drops and fuel cost goes up? You know I would have to start working in the mines soon!” He takes your hands in his own, almost in a pleading way.
“Living here may not be perfect, maybe not even good, but it’s still better than what could have been. We don’t go hungry, we have beds to sleep in, and our lives have some form of value. But most of all, we have each other.” His voice cracks at the end, nearly making your heart do the same. “Isn’t that enough?”
Stunned, you can only stare back. He wasn’t wrong, and that’s what annoyed you most. Living back home was almost as rough as the terrain. The work would have killed you before long, if not the planet itself. Just as it had your parents, and their parents before them. Here, for the first time, you slept without shivering. Food and water were a basic provision, not a luxury, and while there were many things that could kill you, they were the same things that protected you.
“Well,” you finally broke the silence. “I don’t think our work is quite as bad as the mines. Close, but not quite.”
“Alright Miss secretary. How about you try Mandalorian combat training while I run papers and flirt with a warlord.”
You gasp, shoving his shoulder, careful to avoid his injuries.
“I’ll have you know that warlord is a sith, and he happens to have quite the temper. Plus, have you seen those horns? I can say from experience they’re quite sharp.”
“If you say so.” He laughs, trying to duck away as you take another slap at him. Before you can try again, a familiar face approaches.
“Kora.”
Jay nods in respect to the medic, who returns the gesture before turning towards you.
“Savage demands your presence.” Stomach dropping at her words, you turn towards Jay, who simply nods his head. You both want to stay, to bask in the familial warmth that only you can provide for one another. Every fiber of your being wants to argue, but he knows just as well as you do that there’s not really an option. From the way she stands, shifting from foot to foot, it’s easy to tell she’s nervous. It was phrased as a demand, not a question. It would be better for all parties if you went without fuss.
“I’ll see you soon.” Giving Jay one last hug, Kora turns on heel, making haste as she leads you to Savage’s tent. It’s set up the same as every time. A fire in the center, with a place to sleep off to one side. The only difference is the tent itself, which is made of a lighter material, providing shade without trapping heat.
Kora leaves you at the entrance, eager to get away and back to normal duties. Taking a moment to steel your nerves, you enter.
As soon as you see him, pacing back and forth at the end of a bedroll, every nerve is on edge. He had been away, helping finish the takeover, ever since the end of the fight. His reaction then had been worrying enough, and now you were alone with him. Yet he says nothing. His eyes barely skim over you before he’s heading out, leaving you to follow. Just like always. And like the good pet you were, you followed.
His pace is quick, as if he’s in a hurry, throwing a look back over his shoulder every once in a while to make sure you were still following. The silence allows you to take in the beauty of your surroundings, the sights and sounds of the planet as the sun sets. If not for your current situation, it might be nice. But life had a way of making things less than ideal.
After a few minutes of walking another sound reaches your ears, breaking through the rustling of leaves and chirps of creatures flying overhead. The sound of running water.
Rounding a small bend, you almost run into his back as he stops. It’s almost shockingly private, the spot he’s chosen, with the bank rising high on either side, and the trees curling overhead, acting as almost a roof and allowing only a few dapples of light through. It’s atmospheric, almost tranquil, and leaves you wondering what you’re doing here, far enough away that no one will wander upon you by accident but close enough to know if something happens back at camp.
“Uh, Savage?” You turn to ask him what you’re doing here, only to have your heart leap in your chest.
His armor and robe are tossed over a low hanging branch, leaving him nearly nude save for his shorts. A blush finds its way to your face, though there’s no reason. He had been shirtless around you plenty of times before. Either when he was sparring with Maul, and insisted that you were there to watch, or simply on the nights he grew too heated, craving contact with your own body as close as possible.
Looking back, it was clear he wanted you to do the same. There was only a moment of hesitation on your end. After all, this was different than all those other times spent held close at night, or simply pulled into his lap whenever he felt like it. Here you were, outside the privacy of the ship and vulnerable to the eyes of anyone. Still, you did as instructed, stripping down to your bindings and underclothes, as well as the ever present collar. Once finished, you neatly folded them, taking great care when laying them next to his, if only to stall a few moments more. He was already out in the middle of the river, eyes fixed and watching your every move.
The chill of the air was nothing compared to that of the water, raising goosebumps along every inch of skin and setting your teeth chattering away. For such a hot planet, you would have expected the water to be much warmer.
When you reach him, the water is already up to your chest, while it only reaches mid-waist on him, cutting off just where his hips begin to dip into a deep V. Breaking through your thoughts as a cloth is placed in hand, you look questioningly up at the tall Zabarak. What on earth did he expect you to-
Oh...OH…
He was still covered in filth from fighting, caked from horn to toe in a number of stains and smears. Savage is not a patient man however, grabbing your hand in his, wetting the cloth before he begins scrubbing.
“Hey, hey! I can do it! Just let go!” You slap at him, earning only a grunt in response, but he releases you all the same. With him still staring down expectantly, you take a deep breath before getting to work.
Silently you scrub at his skin, clearing away the blood and dirt that persist in clinging to him. Inch by inch, golden skin and black markings slowly emerge from the mess as you make your way further up his body. All the way to the point where you have to stand on your toes while he crouches, cleaning his horns from the blood that stubbornly clings to and stains them. As awkward as the situation was, it was hard not to admire the man before you. Built like a ranicore, muscle strong as beskar twitched under your touch. His skin was almost burning in comparison to the water, though with your own racing pulse the temperature felt almost pleasant now. That rate increased the lower you went, finally stopping at his waist. Be it your dignity or anger at being dragged here, you refused. The running water would take care of it, or he could do it himself. He could have done it all himself.
With that, you assumed yourself done, ignoring the smooth stones shifting as you turned, intending to walk away and back to the camp. Wet and shivering. Perfect.
“Stop.” Savage growled, grabbing your wrist. It was the first word he had spoken the entire time, though it was more of a growl. “You’re filthy.”
“I can take care of myself!” Struggling to pull free, your efforts were of no use. It was like fighting against a wall, and gave much of the same results, only becoming more soaked as the water was disturbed. His grabbed you by the shoulders forcing you to still. Taking a breath, he spoke more gently.
“I know you can, I know. Just,” he sighed, suddenly finding great interest in the water. If you hadn’t known any better, you would say he was embarrassed, though the little light provided through the branches above made it hard to see. “Allow me to take care of you.”
His eye flick back up to your own, engaging in a staring contest. You were stubborn, determined not to give in, but it was Savage after all. Be it from his Sith powers probing around your mind, or just the pure reliance you had on him thus far, you fell victim to him once again, allowing his soft gaze to break you. Tugging you closer, he wets the cloth in the water once again, cleaning the blood and dirt from himself previously as best he could from it before beginning.
It's almost comical how careful he is. Savage takes great care in being gentle, lightly running the cloth over your skin and making sure to apply only the slightest pressure around the newly bandaged wounds. Relaxing is one word you could use to describe it. His touch just as steady as himself, just as he was every night, strong fingers tracing patterns and holding tight.
Once he’s satisfied that you’re clean enough you expect him to let him go, only to be pulled even further, legs swept from underneath as he dips your head back into the water. After the initial panic you give no further reaction, skull easily putting in his palm as he alone keeps you floating. There’s nothing to do but relax, closing your eyes and allowing the muffled world under the surface to encompass you. Savage’s hand card through your hair as the current stirs. It’s almost painful, though not because he was being ruff. The action reminded you too much of your mother. When you were younger you would share baths, not wanting to waste any water nor fuel to heat it. She would always wash your hair, getting any and all knots out before drying it. Catching a cold was easy, especially in the winter months. These had been times you relished. Just like nearly everyone else she worked in the mines. Long hours meant she was gone a lot and when you did see her she was dead tired. Moments alone had been special, cherished.
You wanted to stay here, endlessly floating in the inky dark of the water. There’s no distractions to be seen. No fighting or clanking of machines, Mandalorians or war lords. All too soon you’re pulled back to reality, forced to face your captor and protector once again.
He gives you another once over, turning your body and making sure there were no spots he missed, making you feel like a child once again. Standards met, he begins back towards the shore with his hand resting on your lower back, pushing you along against the current. As much as you wanted to be out of the water and back at the camp it was still unappealing to imagine doing so in wet clothes. They were tight and breathable, offering no protection against the light breeze. Savage hadn’t brought anything to dry off with and you weren’t expecting the adventure so it was the only option you could see.
To your surprise, when you went to reach up and pull the clothes from their branch, Savage grabbed them instead, to which they joined his own. He offers no explanation, as per usual, and only pushes you further upstream. You can’t help but roll your eyes, going along with it as he uses one hand to push the occasional branch out of the way with the other perched on your shoulder. The stony sand underfoot turns to rich soil, much warmer and inviting as the trees become more dense.
“Where are we going?’’ Savage says nothing, instead choosing to answer your question in another way. Stepping through one last wall of leaves, light burst forth from the scene in front of you.
A field, around the length of two B-wings and half the width, created an open air space compared to the claustrophobic woods around it, allowing the moon above full access to shine down. It’s light illuminated the sea of white flowers below and made the sight nearly blinding. You could have stood there all night, staring in awe, but Savage had other plans.
“Come.”
Leading you to the center, trying to avoid stepping on any of the flora, he spread his robe across the ground with a shake. Pulled down with him, you got comfortable, ignoring the occasional stain of blood in favor of taking in the sight before you. Both silent, all that could be heard was the rustling of leaves all around, with the occasional skittering of the planet’s wildlife.
“How did you know this was here?” You finally ask. It was too perfect to have been something to just stumble upon and he had clearly had a destination in mind when you were walking. The question was why he had found such a place. Savage wasn’t the type to stop and smell the roses after all, and to remember its location even after finding it was an odd move for him.
“I saw it from above. When we were flying in earlier.” He tilts his head, gaze traveling over the buds. “I was hoping it would still be around; to show you, I mean. I thought you would enjoy it.” The last part was nearly whispered, so quiet you would have missed it if he were any further away.
“Do you?”
It makes you want to laugh. His tone is like that of a child seeking a parents praise after presenting them with an arts and crafts project. There’s a stubborn part of you that wants to say nothing, another that wants to expose that vulnerability in an act of revenge for all his recent actions. Still, you can’t find it in you to do so. The tone he uses is rare, used only in the most rare and intimate moments of your room, with his face buried in your stomach as you talk about the most mundane of things. It was always an odd request of his, to hear you talk. He claimed it helped soothe him. Less annoying and angry then the others he was constantly surrounded with.
“My planet was rough and barren.” You admit, fingers reaching over to skim the leaves of each flower. “We didn’t have anything like this. Just rocks and dirt.”
His stares, clearly looking for more. Laughing, you give him a more defined answer.
“Yes. I like it. It’s...amazing.”
He sighs, content, and leans further back onto his elbows. Meanwhile your wandering hands begin picking the flowers, weaving the stem together into a chain form. All is silent once again, and you think he’s done. In some weird way it feels almost like a date. A messed up, oddly executed date. It’s the thought that counts though, and it’s not like there’s much for you to compare it to. No one back home had been clamoring to date you nor would you have had the time.
“Did you get these on your planet as well?” Goosebumps follow his fingers as they trace along your back, following the line of every scar and scrape. The initial contact makes you jump, jerking away from the touch, yet he’s persistent, warmth returning once again as he jumps from jagged line to line like some abstract connect the dots.
“You mentioned before you worked in the mines. We didn’t have those on Dathomir but I know they’re prone to cave-ins and explosions.”
Weaving fingers pause, mulling over your response. You had never told anyone about them, preferring to cover them and try to forget they were even there. The way you had earned each also had their own stories, some worse than others but all stemming from the same place. Savage had shared his stories before, telling you in sleepy hazes and hoping it would get you to open up more in the beginning. He had seen them as well, and you knew he would question it until he received an answer.
“Not all are from the mines. Some yes but,” swallowing thickly, it feels as if the words are stuck in your throat, both burning to come out after so long of being buried and clawing to remain hidden. You return to braiding the stems, trying to distract yourself as you explain further. All the while Savage listens.
“When my parents first died I had just started working in the mines. As some of the more senior workers they had been in the lower sections that day when the cave-in happened. Since I was new, my income was less than the others and getting by was hard, especially with the winter month coming up.” A bitter smile creeps across your face, the memory just as fresh as the day it happened. “I heard a few of the guys talking about a new underground ring. I could get credits for fighting even if I lost. Getting in was easy enough. Not a lot of people want to voluntarily get beat up. They had us fight with everything from viroblades to just our fist.” You laughed, humorless. “Those guys don’t pull their punches.”
Savage says nothing, only making you more nervous but with no more stems to twist. He must see you as some sort of violent monster, ironically. Up until now you were nothing but a wide eyed and helpless civilian, reliant on others for information and permission.This was a whole new side. Darker and more cynical. A part of your life and yourself you would rather forget.
All at once you're lifted and pulled closer, now sitting in Savage’s lap and making your temperature rise from embarrassment rather than anxiety. His large legs and wide hips easily encasing you between them. It was ridiculous really, having been in similar positions before. Holding you in his lap was one of his favorite ways of not-so-subtly claiming you, especially during long meetings. This felt different somehow; closer, more intimate.
His hands grab yours, bringing them to his face and allowing his lips to brush against the bandaged knuckles as he speaks.
“There’s no need for you to fight anymore.”
Then, almost hesitantly, he places feather light kisses on each knuckle. From there he works his way across the skin, slowly working his way up your arm to your shoulder. His actions grew rougher in tandem with your temperature, tongue occasionally sneaking out to taste the delicate skin after each small nip. His nose brushes lightly over your collar, pushing it aside and pausing for only a moment before lightly sinking his teeth into the skin located at the juncture between your shoulder and neck. Not enough to draw blood, but to create a darker mark matching those that trailed your arm. You were reminded of how prominent his canines were, the elongated teeth trailing over the skin in a way that elicited a squeak, much to your embarrassment.
Once he was satisfied there he moved further, reaching your face which he gave a similar treatment. The angle at which your head is bent to allow him to reach from behind is almost painful, but you’re too distracted to care. A kiss was placed on your forehead, then each cheek, before hovering over your lips which were slightly parted as light pants escaped.
He goes no further, molten eyes nearly scalding and feral. They’re almost begging as he hardly restrains himself, waiting. It’s with a jolt you realize that he’s waiting for you. This large zabrak, this sith, is placing the next move in your hands. Whatever you decide is how everything after proceeds. Maybe it’s that power you hold over such a man, or maybe he’s somehow influencing you throughout the force, but you feel nearly dizzy.
You know you shouldn’t. You were still a slave, as glorified as it was. He destroyed your home just like he had with countless other innocent people today, leaving you to wash their blood from his body just minutes before. And yet you can feel the pull he has over you, drawing you in like a dog on a leash.
The truth is, you’re tired of fighting. Of being strong and taking everything in stride. The past few months of your life had been some of the best and carefree, the temptation to give in to the him hanging like a cloud.
And so you do, cutting the last line drawn as your lips connected with his.
They’re rough, almost chapped, but still undeniably warm and inviting as they mold against your own. He easily flips you around to face him, swallowing your yelp of surprise as he deepens the kiss, tilting his head and you follow his lead. The canines from earlier make a re-appearance, biting at your lips and pulling a moan out before you could stop it, much to your embarrassment. Savage’s reaction is quite the opposite. It’s as if a switch is flipped, something triggering in him as he surges forward with a growl that vibrates your body, effectively pinning you between the ground and his chest. The sensations of the cool ground and prickly grass contrasting that of his warm skin added a whole new layer to the experience.
His actions become sloppy, desperate almost, barely letting you breath as his grip tightens. Undoubtedly there will be bruises of a different type tomorrow. The reprieve only comes when he moves back down to your neck once again. Oxygen floods your system once again, chasing away the edging darkness in your eyes. The relief is only short lived, pain blossoming through your system as teeth sink into the same spot as early. This time it’s much deeper, not in the same pleasurable way as before but now more searing. It’s as if he’s trying to reach bone, and he might have, almost in a way that will scar.
He remains there for a moment, ignoring your small whimpers and cries of pain, before deciding he was done. His tongue darts out, lapping at the blood escaping the wound and soothing it’s sting until the flow begins to slow. With a last kiss to the area he brings his face back up to yours, gaze holding yours in a deadly lock. His mouth is smeared with your blood, white teeth stained crism as he practically snarls.
“You. Are. Mine.” His breath is hot, fanning across your face. You know you’ve truly fallen for his words inspire not fear, but a tingling warmth.
“Say it.”
“I..” His grip on your wrist tightens, not even loosening as you winch. Shakily you managed to speak.
“I am yours.”
With that his lips are on yours once again, sealing the deal. You should feel more concerned. Out here with none other than the moon and stars as witness, you’re completely at his mercy, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.
Warnings: Canon-Typical Violence, Yandere Themes, Language
PT.1
Presents and Possessions
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Life aboard the ship of the Zabrak brothers wasn’t what you had been expecting.
Savage had told you that you were to serve him, be there for his every call, but so far he had neglected to have you do anything. As far as servants went, your duties were next to nothing, and you hardly saw him on a regular basis.
His appearances were sparse appearing every other day. There were times when you would go days, even a week without seeing him. When you did he was, for a lack of better words, clingy.
The first few nights he had to wrestle you to get you to lay down, struggling against your squirming figure even with his superior strength. At first you had feared that he would try to pull something, leaving many sleepless nights for you as you remained stiff and on guard. As time progressed without incident, you found yourself becoming more relaxed, falling into a routine of sorts.
synopsis. after months of ignoring your captor, you grow curious about his his species and discover that attention makes him purr, not growl.
fluffy! pre-tpm! maul, zabrak purring, manipulative reader, reader is smart but kinda dumb lmao, reader has accepted his tendencies, reader doesn’t know much about sith/jedi. ALL CONTENT ON MY BLOG IS FICTIONAL.
WARNING(s): obsessive tendencies, possessive behavior, mentions of kidnapping, manipulative reader, stockholm syndrome, suggestive content, maul uses mind tricks on reader at one point, maul is constantly reading reader’s mind
You didn’t know much about Zabraks in general, but you did know a lot about Maul. You knew he was moody and aggressive, mostly with others rather than yourself. You know that he likes eating with you, often refusing meals unless you were there to join him. You know that he is a Sith Lord, with a master who doesn’t like you. But most importantly, you know that Maul is possessive.
Maul’s possessiveness was the most prevalent part of his personality, at least from your point of view. It was the very reason you’re here, locked away in his room on a massive ship in the middle of space, far from your home on Naboo. Currently, he was busy training with his master while you were forced to wait for him. His master didn’t come around so often anymore; you didn’t know why his visits have become less frequent, but you were relieved by the fact. The Sith unsettled you for more reasons than his wicked nature; he made his dislike for you clear. You’re sure the only reason he let Maul keep you at all is because of the strong emotions you disrupt in the zabrak.
You aren’t entirely certain what the Dathomirian feels for you, but you’re clever enough to know it’s something akin to obsession. He’d kidnapped you; stole you from Naboo as you were returning from the late-night market. He’d never explained to you why he took you, why he was there on Naboo, or if he had ever stalked you beforehand. He prefers to leave you ignorant to most things, perhaps only because he dislikes talking.
Maul wasn’t a great communicator by any means, especially when he’d first brought you to the ship, but you realized at some point that verbal communication was his primary issue. Physically, he was very clear in what he wanted, whether he had to drag you around, pick you up and place you where he wanted, or even growl at you.
Back when you’d first arrived, the idea of sharing a bed with him rightfully scared you. The first few days spent with him, you sat in the corner of his room, cowering and refusing to move unless you needed the bathroom. He didn’t say much to you, but his annoyance at your rejection was obvious enough. He would sit on the edge of the bed glaring at you for many minutes until he eventually stripped his shirt off and laid down, his back to you. That was a short-lived phase: after four nights of this, he finally went over to you, plucked you from your spot on the ground and threw you onto his bed. Maul was an intimidating figure, in more ways than one, so you were too scared to try and escape him. He forcefully pushed you under the covers before crawling into bed himself, next to you. He kept his distance, and eventually you relaxed; you didn’t realize how soft his bed was. But the moment your eyes closed, Maul released a deep, odd sounding growl that immediately jolted you out of your relaxed state. He didn’t growl again that night, but you still didn’t sleep much.
Recently you’ve noticed that his growling has become more frequent, and you assumed he just didn’t like being bothered. You’ve lost most of your fear of him; it’s become increasingly obvious that he had no intention of hurting you. And honestly, you’re learning to accept your role with him. But the growling bothers you; it’s confusing. If he liked you enough to kidnap you from your home planet, then why does he growl at you?
Often, he brings you along to watch him train, but only when he’s alone. You sit on the ground with nothing to entertain yourself as he shows off his fighting skills, throwing and manipulating his lightsaber with impressive ease. You haven’t told him yet, but you’ve learned to admire his beauty; the tattoos covering his red skin were oddly charming and you catch yourself wanting to trace your fingers over them. For many months, you’d widely tried to ignore his presence the best you could, but it was getting exhausting. He wasn’t wearing a shirt at the moment, most likely to draw a reaction from you, and you now really take the chance to look at the dark patterns.
Pretty, you thought affectionately, watching as Maul froze in place.
He shut his lightsaber off, a short, quiet growl leaving him. Turning your way, he dropped the saber hilt before extending his hand your way.
“Come here.” He spoke sternly, and you perked up with a smirk.
“What, do you want me to beat you up?” You asked, guessing that he was inviting you to spar with him.
Your confidence was a bit false and he likely knew it. You were stiff from hearing his growl, but you weren’t fearful. You knew he wouldn’t harm you, but you knew he easily could if he so desired. You weren’t a Jedi before all this; just a normal Naboo citizen who occasionally helped assist at the palace. You couldn’t fight like Maul could, he’d knock you down in seconds.
He huffed, pushing a quick breath out of his nose at your teasing, “Show me.”
You furrowed your brows, tilting your head at his words. You weren’t sure what he was asking for.
He stepped forward, pulling you by your wrists further into the center of the room, “How you would fight me, My Star. Beat me up.” He mocked, a small grin gracing his harsh features.
Frankly, you weren’t interested in sparring with Maul. Not only were you sure to lose, but you weren’t dressed for such physical activity either. Maul provided you with clothing, as you obviously didn’t get the chance to pack. Most of your wardrobe consisted of thin dresses of various colors, primarily black, red, or white. Currently, the dress you wore was a silk, off-white piece that only went to your knees. Like most of them, it was quite revealing, a wide slit going up your thigh and two thin straps rather than sleeves. You weren’t stupid, you knew you could get out of this situation.
“Maul,” you pouted, looking down at your bare feet and stepping closer to him.
The Zabrak before you was much bigger; he wasn’t incredibly tall, but he was very broad and well-built. You’d never touched him, not really and definitely not on purpose. You’ve had accidents where you’d stumbled into him or rolled over to his side of bed at night, but his growls always spooked you away.
“I don’t want to fight you, you’ll just win. Can’t we do something else?” You asked gently, fiddling with your hands and refusing to look up at him.
His breath had picked up, you noticed. It was kind of endearing, the obvious way you effected him. You felt a little bad for messing with him like this, but at the end of the day, he did kidnap you and deserved a little karma for his sins.
He didn’t speak, just observed as you reached up and placed your hand on his shoulders.
You finally looked up into his yellow eyes, your wrists sitting gently on his red and black skin. The growls erupted in his chest instantly, causing you to flinch slightly but not move your hands. Neither of you said a word but you could see his pupils were blown wide, hinting at his attraction towards you. You were a bit taken aback and quickly averted your eyes up, looking at his horns. Does… he growl when he likes something?
“I want a book.” You whispered, “Could you get me one?”
“Yes.” Maul answered quickly, his voice a bit raspy.
“I want a book on Dathomirian Zabraks. I want to know more about them.” His strange growl grew louder at that, “For educational purposes, of course.”
“I’ll get you your book.” He confirmed.
That was two weeks ago, and he had stayed true to his promise. In fact, he’d gotten you a few books on Dathomirian Zabraks. It’s what you were currently reading as you waited for him to finish his training session with his master.
You were reading one of the three books, the one about anatomy. You remembered when you first met him, you assumed the patterns on his skin were a feature of his species, but he eventually told you they were tattoos he received as a child due to his culture. The book explained the variety of skin colors his species could have, and how they had two hearts. It was all quite interesting; you already felt as if you had a better understanding of Maul.
Just as you reached the chapter about their horns, the lock on the door fiddled and Maul soon entered the large bedroom. You sunk into your spot on the bed and peaked over the book to look at him. Per usual, he glanced at you before heading off to the shower without a word. Not much changed since you’d touched him during his training, and you haven’t tried anything since. It would be a good 15 to 20 minutes until his return, so you quickly delve back into your book.
To be honest, you’d never thought much about Maul’s horns. Rather, you just kind of accepted them and moved on. Horns were a pretty common characteristic in the universe, they weren’t the part of maul that stood out most. His most striking feature was his skin, and you’d already gotten to the bottom of that.
By the time Maul got out of the shower, you were high on curiosity.
“Maul!” You called for him as soon as he opened the bathroom door. You were looking excited, a sight he’s never been blessed with before now, sitting on your knees as the edge of the bed with the book in your hand.
“Yes, My Light?” He asked, eyes focused on your expression as he threw his black robe down the dirty-clothes shute. He was only in his loose black pants at the moment, ready for bed.
“Your horns! They grow!” You told him excitedly as if he didn’t know.
“They do.” He smiled, standing directly in front of your spot on the bed.
“I’ve never seen them any longer than what you have them.”
“I file them down, My Star.” He told you gently, slowly reaching his red and black hand down to stroke your hair.
“When?” You’d certainly never seen him do it, and you’ve been with him for nearly 7 months.
“Hm, they don’t grow as fast as you may think. I file them every few months.” He sounded breathless, your hair curled around his fingers.
“Can I do it?” You asked sweetly, knowing he’d say yes.
Poor you, you had no idea he could feel your thoughts. He always could and he was always listening. You weren’t educated on Sith or Jedi, how could you have known? You’re clueless; you think you’re clever. He lets you think you have the upper-hand, because maybe you do. He gives you anything you want, he’d do anything for you as long as you’re his. He’s obsessed with you, he loves you, you’re all he thinks about, you’re all he wants.
“Yes.” He tells you, and motions towards his bedside table where the metal file sits inside.
You crawl across the bed, letting go of your book and retrieving the file. Maul watches you diligently, moving to sit cross-legged on the bed, facing you when you return. You don’t say anything about his position, rather you adjust yourself to sit on your knees and quickly get to work filing his horns. You work a little clumsily, but he doesn’t mind.
The growls start up immediately, and you can feel the vibrations all the way up at his horns. Since the training incident, you’ve learned not to mind them. Your working theory is ‘happy-growls’, but you have to wait until you get to the Dathomirian Zabrak: Behavior and Culture book to find out. The sound is alarming, it’s similar to the growl of a loth-wolf, maybe a bit softer? You don’t want to ask him; you’re not sure about letting him know you’re interested. After all, he did kidnap you. At the end of the day he’ll always be your captor. The growing fondness you have for him is wrong.
Lost in your conflicted thoughts, you didn’t notice his growling stop. At least not until his hands grip your waist, shocking you out of your trance. His eyes bore into yours and you begin to wonder about his eye color. It’s unique and even a bit attractive. If you had kids, would they inherit his eyes?
Maul released your waist in favor of pulling your face down to his, pressing his lips to yours in a desperate fashion.
He feels like he’s on a high; he always feels this way when he’s near you, but it’s stronger this time. Better. You were imagining kids with him. Bearing his children, and wondering if they’d resemble him. Of course, you didn’t know he wasn’t born with these eyes; they were a result of his Sith status. It’s okay, he would teach you about it in the future.
This was the first kiss between the two of you, and the most physical that things have ever gotten. You were buzzing. You wanted nothing to do with him just a month ago, but the loneliness had caught up with you, you suppose. So many thoughts were filling your head, thoughts you didn’t feel were your own. Different scenes flashed before your eyes; maul kissing you, dancing with you, getting married to him, having his children.
You gasped at the images, jerking back from the red Zabrak. The growling was louder than you’d ever heard it, and his arms were strong around your midsection. You never noticed the change in position, you were now seated in his lap with your arms around his neck.
“What was that?” You whispered, breathless and confused. You felt as if you were going to cry.
“Shh, it was nothing, my Lady.” Maul cooed, the tone sounding odd with his deep voice, “Let’s rest.”
You found yourself nodding along to whatever he said, allowing him to move you wherever he wanted. Soon you were drifting off to sleep with Maul’s chest rumbling behind you.
•.
Maul had been a bit more affectionate lately, and the growls have increased in frequency. You haven’t kissed again since the night you’d filed his horns, and to be honest, you’ve been avoiding him best you could in favor of reading your books. You felt guilty. Guilt towards your loved ones who you were stolen from. Were you actually enjoying your time with your captor?
It was the middle of the night, Maul was sleeping beside you in bed. You were still up, reading your book about zabrak behavior. This book didn’t have as many pictures as the last, but you didn’t mind; you were too focused on getting to the bottom of his growling.
Skimming through the chapter on aggression, you were confused. Although it briefly mentioned growling, the sound and motives it described didn’t match your experiences with Maul. In no way was he threatened or physically aggressive.
But when you turned the page, reaching the 11th chapter happiness and pleasure, suddenly it all made sense…
You sat up quickly, tossing your book to the ground. The sound must’ve woken Maul, because he was all too ready to catch you when you jumped onto him, straddling his midsection above the blankets.
The familiar sound starts up; he’s not growling, he’s purring.
As far as you knew, only animals could purr, you weren’t aware of any humanoid creatures having that ability. It never even occurred to you of that being a possibility, how could you have been so dumb? Happy growls? That’s what purring is, practically!
“You purr?! You’re purring at me?!”
Maul’s purrs quiet down a bit and he looks awkward. Expressionless. Like he’s not used to be confronted, which he definitely isn’t.
“No, no no! Keep going!” You slap his chest lightly, demanding more purrs. You don’t really know if it’s voluntary, you didn’t read that far.
He huffs at that, but his purrs go back up in volume and you can’t help but laugh. You feel like an idiot, you probably are, and here he is doing whatever you say. The big bad Maul, evil Sith Lord, obeying you at every request.
He almost wants to tell you he can hear your thoughts, that you’re being a bit too arrogant at the moment, but he decides that would ruin the moment. It would also likely destroy all the progress he’s made. So he stays quiet, letting his relaxed and satisfied purring talk for him.
He’s never been the best at verbal communication and he’s glad that you know.
Summary: When the inquisitors are caught assaulting Lord Vaders darling little engineer two things happen. 1. Vader swiflty teaches his underlings a lesson. And 2. The sith lord finally puts his little one in her place. Which unbeknownst to her is beside him.
Warnings: yandere!vader, Suitless!Vader (as in not clinically needed) , possessive!Vader, attempted sexual assault, swearing, canonical violence, threats, coercive & obsessive behaviour, semi forced relationship.
A/N: *insert ben affleck smoking meme here* Like what do i say about this? Incase you didnt already know I love a dark yandere tropes. Powerful Posessive men who will fuck up anyone who touches their darling. So yeah. Backtrack about a week i decided to pop starwars prequel on for background noise then kind of... watched it, then watched Kenobi. Anakin is prety much the definition of a soft obsessive yandere. And vader? Psychotic yandere. And well this is what you get, i genuinely couldnt help it. Enjoy my fuckery while i go yeet myself off a bridge and look for my moral compass.
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You whined, squirming uncomfortably your torso pressed tightly to the table. Tears blurred your vision as you struggled, the chubby face of your tormenter split into a wide grotesque grin. He was seated infront of you pleased with himself. Chuckling to himself before leaning back as he used the force to hold your frail form bent over the table, leaving you vulnerable to the others in the room.
"Aww dont cry, isnt this what you like? The power? The invisible holding you in position? Im sure your used to this? Being bent over like a little bitch" he teased, the others chuckled. Even the gaurds snickered at you. You hissed shaking your head still desperately fighting the force that held you still. But it was no use you were stuck.
"N-no i told you! Theres nothing; stop it! Please!" You cried out, not above begging the fifth brother for some leniency. You knew that your arrival had put a few noses out of joint. Many who spent their lives groveling at the feet of lord vader envied you. The interest the lord had in you roused jealousy and anger.
It wasnt like you had done anything, the terrifying male just didn't ignore you as he did others, nor did he threaten or scold you. Youd done nothing to earn a scolding. Perhaps that was the problem? Because your dealings with the sith lord were secret, so according to the inquisitors and troops you hadnt done anything deserving of his attention. Little did they know you had simply done your job in the background. You served Lord Vader just like them, followed orders given to you. Rumors were rampant and everyone seemed to believe you were some kind of whore.
They hissed filthy things in the corridors as you passed, subtly pointing to you and making vulgar hand gestures before laughing, all the while staring at you like meat. Many thought you had been privileged enough to see him without his suit and won his favor serving him on your back. All of this talk because of you survived his interest for more then a few weeks.
It wasnt like that at all. As always the truth is much more boring then the tall tales whispered in the corridors. In actual fact you were an engineering apprentice. Your unsure how or why but lord vader had seen your personal schematics for new bionic prostetics, ones youd been designing for your sister who'd had a nasty accident when you were a child. He had been impressed by the design and had commissioned you to make one for him. And so you did. You made a state of the art prostetic and fitted it for him. That was all, youd measured him, made it and had been observed cloesly by the sith as you worked, he seemed weary of trusting you at first. You could understand it, you were makingnhim a new limb. but he soon realised that you would consult him everystep of the way without having to be spied upon. your task came to a very lackluster end, you were summoned each night for a week to install and configure it, making final adjustments to it untill it was perfect. And after that were simply sent on your way with a large sum of credits you didnt know what to do with.
It probably didnt help that since that week of evening visits the sith lord made a point to greet you in the halls when he saw you, sometimes a quick nod, other times stopping to ask about projects or give you new orders, usually to do with small issues onboard his ships.
These small interactions didnt go unnoticed, but before you could see the growing animosity in his closest underlings the sith lord had made a habit of checking up on you once a week. He seemed to treat his visits like a reprieve, for a an hour or so he could forget his responsibilities and investigate your latest projects, share thoughts on upgrades to the fleet or codeing on the ships mainframe. He even toyed with the idea of having you look into weaponry for him. You quickly found that he was quite advanced with engineering and coding he seemed to have an affinity for more then just the force. And honestly it made you relax around him, it was easier to forget who he was when your discussing technical advancements. Youd even go as far to say you developed a friendship with him, allbeit a very insignificant long distance one.
The issues surrounding gossip only became apparent when vader needed an impromptu sensitivity adjustment to his hand, his hydraulics had almost crushed his lightsaber in battle and that could not happen again. So he dropped into your tiny personal chop shop on the dark destroyer unannounced. And he was unimpressed to say the least declareing the space was too cramped for talent such as yours and that you needed a bigger space work. That night youd been moved in to his biggest ship; the executor. And given a captains quaters, roomy with its own wash room and new huge workshop to tinker in.
"Oh no, a lie? I wonder what he does to you when you spout lies?" The fifth brother rose with another cackle, a high pitched wheezing laugh of a weak man. He pressed forward, palms flat on the table before you, scoffing down at you.
"I dont; we dont even! Please let me go! I havent done anything!" You panicked craning your head as much as you could with your neck cramping from pressure behinde it. Tears glazing your eyes but you refused to let them fall. This was your fault, you'd come to the meeting room intent on waiting for lord vader to inform him of a new code youd been asked to develop.
Vader had asked you to investigate a possible track and trace protocol that could be useful to the control room. Youd managed to create something better. Discovering a way to automatically target hackers and implant spyware into the assailants system not only ravaging their communication but also relaying all data to the executors own systems.
In your excitement youd sought out lord vader, forgetting that the only true safe places for you on this ship were your quarters and workshop. And thats when you were unceremoniously dragged into the room and the taunting began.
"Oh, you would have us believe your not whoreing yourself out to him? Honestly its laughable. So pathetic, you think we dont notice. That we dont see his favor of you? Perhaps we can share in his delights-" the words were venom, spat at you with greed and loathing. A sinister promise below them as he began rounding the table in your direction.
"NO! NOOO! STOP LET ME GO!" You screamed trying to shake his hand away as his palm landed on your shoulder skimming your back making your skin crawl. You sobbed trying the thrash as the fifth brothers hand moved over you, following the dip in your back heading south with intent. You struggle, fighting as much as you could as the inquisitors hands roamed you, squeezing, rubbing and pinching making crude comments to the others about what a comfortable ride you must be. All the while you begged for him to stop. Threats of what would happen when vader found out were on the tip of your tongue. But fear of your own retribution should you use your lord in such a way made you bite your tongue.
You felt it before you heard anything, the atmosphere changed. The room grew cold and a sense of anticipation hung in the air as the door behind you opened. Everyone froze as the mechanical breathing of your lord cut through the room leaving no doubt to who had just waled in. It was clear no one had thought this through. You could almost hear their panicked thoughts wondering how they didn't feel him coming? But then again it was lord vader, if he didnt want to be detected he wouldnt be, it was part of his arsenal.
You heard him pause at the door, his feet planted to the floor in what could only be him taking in the sight before him.
You felt a shame youd never experienced before wash over you hearing your lords breaths break through the silence. You stayed pinned down face flaming in mortified defeat as you knew he was staring at you pitifully bent over the table. Your ass though covered by your uniform was still displayed,and in your mind a little too large to feel decent bent over like this. Your tears finally fell as your lord saw first hand how truley weak you were. It was soul crushing to think this may be the moment the sith finally realised how pathetic you were.
You bit your lip, holding your breath for a moment waiting for what ever was to come next, resigning yourself to the fate lord Vader chose. A laugh, taunting? Disappointment? Or maybe lord vader will simply ignore your situation and abandon you, let the fifth brother continue as he pleased.
"What. Is. This?" The words were distorted, almost lost in translation despite being spoken slowly between breaths. You could almost say the voice coded words sounded angry. No one made a move to answer him, probably because you all knew he wasn't asking whats going on, he was asking for an explanation. He wanted to know who and what had instigated such an attack. He wanted to see if anyone would lie. It was. Test, a challenge noone accepted.
You expected to hear a plethora of excuses, stuttering words or apologies. Hell even a ridiculous 'she attacked me' lie. But no. Instead you heard the inquisitors fearful gasps, they crouched and jerked back from their lord. Cowering. Had you not still been held down you too would have buckled under the quick, scalding burst of rage that permeated the air making it thick and painfull to breath. Or perhaps it was just your fearful anxiety that was threatening to suffocate you. You felt the darkness seeping into the room, a rageing tidal wave of fury and disgust, you dread to think what it felt like to the other force sensitve occupants.
The need and rage rolled into one as Vader finally spied what was causing the commotion. He made sure to pluck the force in the room with a vengeful malice, pressing his anger into the threads of the inquisitors own force making them each take a scuttle back in fear.
Vader tolerated many things on his fleet that he probably shouldn't. The occasional celebration, small quantities of alcohol hell he granted sick leave when people clearly faked their illness. He even overlooked some force sensitive stormtroopers, going as far as to mask them with his own force signiture when palpantine decided to visit. He would turn a blind eye to them aslong as they were loyal to him. Yes. He allowed these things to slip past the net so to speak, he never wanted to be as restrictive as the jedi.
But assaulting a young female who served him was not something he would allow.
Especially when its his favourite woman in the entire fleet. A young engineer who had enhanced his bionic hand to the point it no longer caused him pain once attatched.
He had grown fond of his little engineer. You were a marvel to behold, new concepts and technology seemed to just pour from you when you began tinkering or coding, you seemed to do the impossible. It hadnt taken him long to come to the conclusion that you were worth the time and effort. He could give you the means to make great things, you could innovate and modify his own fleet of ships and grant him an edge which they currently lacked.
But in the time he had indulged you, he had become somewhat attached, lines had been blurred. He told himself it was to manipulate you. That he needed to get close to bend you to his will without threats of violence;they would make you nervous and bring about mistakes which he did not want to deal with.
And he also wanted to understand this new odd darkness he felt. It was almost like Anakin and vader combined into this depraved poisonous yet protective longing. He wanted you. All of you, he wanted to crawl inside of your mind and occupy your every thought, to have your heart for himself and be your entire reason for living. He wanted to keep you mind, body and soul, to own you. To never allow anyone to ever see or speak to you. He needed to be your everything.
And most confusing of all? He wanted to protect you. Sheild you from any who would dare harm you. Not out of sentiment, or maker forbid love. But because you were his. You belonged to him, why would he allow anyone to tarnish what is rightfully his? He always belived his protective urges were because you were small. Defenceless and naive, much like padme. There was a quiet reverence to you he had come to appreciate and crave. He coveted your admiration, fed off of it.
He knew he was toeing the line. He was more attached to you then he would like to admit. He was bordering possessive, he didnt like you being far from him, which was the reason for moving you onto his own ship. He'd thought it would be enough to have you on the executor, walking the same halls never being too far from him, he'd made certain your clearance never allowed you to wander into the bowels of the ship. You were contained to a quadrant spanning five levels and six hundred metres squared. Not that you had realised that yet.
But having you here handlt quelled his obsessive need for you, and so he had still been keeping a close eye on you. Shadowing you, checking your movements during the day by tracing your unique access code. And when he had a spare few moments he'd hunt you down and give you random meaningless tasks just so he had a reason to give you orders inperson. Not that you seemed to notice. Or if you did, you didnt mind.
It was your ignorance to his odd behaviour that spurred him on. Excited him even, you were someone who accepted his dominance without question or complaint. Not in a fearful sense either. You didnt cower from him, your life force didnt tremble or try to resist him when his own prodded at you. There was just a calm understanding there, you accepted his might. Even when the power radiating off of him was suffocating, you still sat there obediently, loyally waiting his next command without trying to escape his presence. It was refreshing to not have to pretend, or put on hiers and graces. He could be the rough, demanding and powerfull man he was, without judgment. Which was more he could say for padme. And unlike padme you were far too meak and loyal to ever think of crossing him. You wont abandon him, you wont stab him in the back, you were a suitable alternative to padme, because you already accepted him the way he was.
It pleased him. You pleased him. And you will continue to please him as he sees fit.
Vader hovered by the door for a moment assessing the scene once more commiting it to memory. It was very rare he had to do a double take to actually belive his own eyes, but this was one of those rare occasions. And the fool whod dare touch his engineer was to shell shocked to remove his hands. It would seem he really did have to do everything around here. Oh well.
There was a beat of cruel anticipation, violence echoed silence in the room. And then you felt rather than heard a lightsaber rush across your back. You yelped out in surprise as heat engulfed your spine, uncomfortably hot like your skin was on the cusp of sun burn, yet not actually damaging you. There was a second scream accompanying yours. The fifth brother screeched an agonising blood curdling pained scream. And you felt something hit your back, the weight of the force was lifted instantly. You took a breath and jerked upright so fast you had to hold the table to stop yourself from falling over. You peered to your right only to stumble back a step as you saw what happened. And more importantly what had landed on you.
"Oh;oh god" you covered your mouth seeing the fifth brother panicking on the floor withering in pain holding up his arms to his face unable to belive what he was seeing. Your stomach turned as you saw the violent sight. Two cautorized stumps adorning each arm, a diagonal cut across each. And the hands that had tormented you were twitching on the floor loosing their colour, fading to a deathly blue.
"My lord you? His hands?" You whispered, trembling as you realised those hands had been what fell on to your back. Severed hands! Your chest tightened as your eyes roamed the sight of the whithering man before you. You vaguely heard the sound of lord vaders lightsaber retracting, but didnt react, far to focused on the sight before you.
With a slight yelp and jolt you pivoted as Vader approach you, closing the last few inches. But he did not allow you to move, one gloved hand pressing into your side keeping your back to him. You felt his fingers twitch as he held you stil.
He relished in the feel of finally touching you openly, cursing his suits thick gloves wanting to feel your supple flesh with his own skin. But he also enjoyed the intimidation his suit provided him. It was the only reason he wore it, the fear factor.
Your breath hitched as vaders hand dug into your side firmly easing you back into him. His huge frame shadowing yours, so close his cloak was falling around your own shoulders as his body skimmed yours.
"Hush little one." He ordered lightly. You peered over your shoulder flicking your gaze to him and then back to the floor holding your breath for a moment swallowing down your panic with a firm nod and released a slow breath, edging yourself away from an all out anxiety attack with practiced ease.
"Good girl. Always soo obedient, soo loyal. Youd never defy me would you?" You could hear the grin in his words, the pridful taunting thats prodded the others in a veiled threat. Vader moved his hands cross you, tucking one arm arcross your waist completely aligning your body with his. Making a show of holding you as close to him as possible.
You flushed keeping your eyes on his mask not wanting to be seen as rude. Though it was hard to maintain your gaze with your heart stuttering in your chest. You merely shook your head silently at his question. No, youd never defy him. Never, you looked up to him. So much so you felt it was him who should be emperor, after all it was vader who lead the troops, vader who fought and won the battles. It was vader who people feared and respected. He got his hands dirty and was actually fighting for something. Palpantine just seemed to make decrees and force others to do his bidding.
"Its a shame others dont follow suit. To think my own inquisitors sought to steal from me, right under my nose on my own ship" he continued speaking. Completely ignoring the other inquisitors as they still stood cowering on the far end of the table, making sure to keep their distance and avoid their lords anger. You didnt have time to fully register his words before he was speaking once more, berating his servant's whilst not giving them any of his actual attention both punishing and Insulting them.
"They believed i would allow them to sully you with no consequences. They feel that they are indispensable. Yet you have done more for me then all of them combined" you flushed absentmindedly shaking your head and tried to tuck into yourself and hide your face at the soft praise. You knew it was to rub salt into the wound, to embarrass them. These great force weilding soldiers were less usefull then a silly weak engineer that hadn't even finalised her training.
"I had thought i could trust them with you. That their so called loyalty to me would prevail over their jealousy. It seems i have over estimated them. They are not loyal, but frightened. They have no respect, just fear" vaders words were a harsh taunt, turning sinister and vicious with an air of mocking and dark sarcasm that he was known for throught out the fleet.
"And rightly so." You heard more fearful inhales from the others in the room,but you couldnt bring yourself to acknowledge them. You didnt dare disrespect your lord by disregarding his attention in favor of those who were so far below him.
"M-my lord i would have stopped, i was teasing Ugh-gagh!" Your head snapped up to the fifth brother as he stupidly opened his mouth and tried to defend his actions. You flintched as your lord moved, arm snapping out infront of you and the fith brother gurgled on his own words, choking.
"She is not yours to tease or torment" you watched in a horrified fascination as vaders hand fingers curled slightly. It looked like he was commanding a puppet, tugging invisible strings, choking the fifth brother slowly. Youd admit it was terrifying to behold, youd never seen this before and to be so close? You were conflicted. It was like watching a crash, you knew what was to come, you should look away but you couldnt. Something in you wanted to see it.
"Perhaps you should offer an apology? My little one is merciful. She is one for granting second, third and fourth chances" vader teased, enjoying dangling a bone infront of such an undeserving mutt. A thrill shot up your spine as you realised he was doing this for you baiting the dying man just to let you have a moment of retribution. Though being the cruel man he was vader made sure to tighten his grip. To cut off any sounds this squeeling little pig would try to make. And he did try to plead his case, eyes flicking to you begging for mercy.
You shivered pressing back into vader as the scene continued to unfold. Even when this man was dying you were afraid of him. And yet you weren't afraid of the sith lord commiting the act. Vader had to be provoked, you reasoned to yourself trying to fend off the uncomfortable thoughts trying to arise. After all vader had mentioned in passing about entering minds to gather information. You wonder if he could read your thoughts in real time.
"No? Well then" vaders dealthy teasing took an amused tone. He was enjoying this for a change. Especially when you released a soft half giggle under your breath at his dark sarcasm. It was irronically entertaining as your once powerful assailant made to grab his throat with two stumps. His eyes widened in true panic as he realised there was no way he could escape, he couldnt even claw at the grip tightening around his throat. You vaguely noticed that he was still firmly on the ground, which for some reason made you think it was somehow worse? It was one thing to be choked lifted from the floor, kicking your feet helplessly. But another sadistic torment to be choking on nothing whislt on the ground trying to clutch at your throat with no hands.
Vader hummed in approval at your minute glee, he always sensed a tiny dark spec on your pristine soul. You craved justice, to the point you enjoyed karma. You liked watching the odds get evened out. He even toyed with the possibility of that being why you were so loyal to him. That you looked to him as that balanceing force. The one to even the odds in the galaxy. It filled him with a delicious heat to think deep down you enjoy the way he was punishing your attacker. He felt righteous and godly as you relaxed into his hold watching the life slowly drain from someone who had made you beg and cry for mercy.
Your eyes locked onto the fifth brother as his body finally succumb to lord vader. He collapsed in a heap on the floor beside his hands. You arched back instinctively not wanting to touch the body.
"It is a pity. He was adequate in the force. Useful. But i will not ignore such an insult. Though while we are here let us make this a learning experience" his voice quivered with anticipation, not that his voice coder would give away his excitement.
You gasped, hands flying to the thick leather clad arm wrapped around you,clutching him as he moved you. Spinning around hoisting you off of the ground so he could keep you against him as he turned on the horrified inquisitors. It was when vader began speaking again you flush and willed yourself to dissappear, making yourself seem smaller against him. The others stared at you in a looks of shock, anxiety and disdain.
"This is mine. She belongs to me and me alone. And anyone who looks at her, let alone touches her without my permission will be..." vader explained making sure there was no mistake. He paused with a glance to the corpse before quipping his final amused remark.
"Decommissioned. Am i understood?" The hissed question snapped you back to reality and you began answering, only to catch yourself, covering your mouth with your hands when you realised he wanst actually talking to you. You felt rather then heard him huff a light chuckle against your back, the light humming was followed by a light squeeze against your tummy.
"Yes lord vader" the chorus of affirmation seemed to satisfy him and he placed, you back ont the floor, and took half a step back, yet still hovered closer then was needed.
"Good. If i were you I'd make sure to complete your asigned tasks before my return. Come along little one. We have much to discuss" and with that he turned on his heel and began exiting the room.
"Y-yes my lord" you squeaked quickly following him wanting to escape the inquisitors now hateful gaze.
You kept your head down, eyes fixed on the floor following the dark cape skimming the floor in front of you. You tried not to think of what had just happened. You didnt want to relive the ordeal or try to excuse any of it. You knew you'd overthink everything. Especially the way lord vader had held you so closely. The way he'd defended you so fiercely, how he'd not even just disposed of fifth brother, but mutilated him first with his lightsaber. Which he only ever ignited when truly angry or readying for battle.
Your heart jumped in your chest at that particular thought, if he was angered that meant he cared? Meant that you held some form of worth to him? Your stomach joy rushing through you. Youd admit to holding a fondness for your lord. Your admiration of of him had slowly grown into Something reminiscent of a school girl crush... only a very gaurded and respectful variation of a crush. Afterall he was your lord, a sith and the most unpredictable yet powerfull man in the galaxy. You had to be careful.
"You are unharmed?" The words spooked you as he finaly broke the silence and you looked around startled. So lost in your thoughts you hadnt paid much attention to your suroundings. Not that you needed to, everyone made way for lord vader in the halls, so you didnt need to be too aware when following him.
But had you been paying attention you might not have been so stunned when you realised you were in a huge living quarters. A sprawling expanse of black glistening tiles, black matte walls inlayed with glowing beams of light illuminating an array of practical dark furniture scattered pleasantly across the space. Frosted tinted glass acted as partition walls seperating various areas and a partiality concealed a bed room off to the far side of course the huge bed was also draped in a mix of black and maroon silk and velvet sheets.
The room was dwarfed by a window peaking out into the expanse of space, it stretched across the entire quarters in aligned sections. It reminded you of the one in the pilots control center, only this one was almost floor length. It took you a few moments to realise you may have just been lead into lord vaders private chambers.
"Y-yes my lord, thanks to you. I;" you uttered uncomfortably trying to bite down the slight panic at being brought here. Not that you thought he would kill you, it was just odd. Vader was above all unpredictable.
Glancing forward you frowned and took another slow step forward. He had disappeared, venturing deeper into the sprawling space whilst you appraised the decor. In your anxiety you began turning, trying see where vader had gone. Sensing your trepidation he called out to you, beckoning you to him.
"This way little one" you followed his voice only to pause stunned in to silence as your eyes laid on him. He had stepped away from the main open living area into a half concealed office. His back turned to you. But thats not what made you pause. No, it was when you saw his hands clasp his mask and free it from his head. A mane of wavy hair fell to his neck and he drew a deep breath as if thankfull to be free of the constricting head piece.
Your brain seemed to stutter, stalling as words died on your tongue and your mouth hand open for a moment. You never thought youd be privileged enough to see your lords true visage. It was a fantasy not even you had toyed with. Not even when you had been working on his hand, skimming the skin of his arm delicatly as you directed him to twist this way and that so you could concentrate on the connections.
He kept his back to you, slowly removing his gloves, one hand coming to his face obviously nipping the tip of a finger to remove a glove and then the second heavy leather joined its twin on the desk.
"Im pleased the inquisitors didnt cause any damage. It seems i should have kept a closer eye on you. Your far too delicate to let roam. The others think they are safe, belive me when i tell you they are not. They will pay their penance in time" you shuddered greedily lapping up his honeyed tone. Why was his soft voice more menacing then the deep voice recorder and harsh breaths?
It was unsettling, the way you could have been lulled easily from the gentle yet authoritative tone. His demand for respect was so ingrained into him you couldnt help but listen as he spoke. Though at the threat lacing his words you faltered slightly, you did feel somewhat responsible for the incident.
"It was my fault my lord. I had gone looking for you to deliver the new security codeing. You said once i finished to find you and i should have known not to approach the meeting room when the inquisitors;" you tried to argue, though you were unsure why you felt as if everything was your fault. Afterall you couldnt control the inquisitors, and they didnt exactly deserve your mercy after standing by and letting that wretch almost have his way with you for no other reason then jealousy.
"Do not try to make excuses for their deceite. You are above such foolishness" the order was harsh and swift stopping your explanation in its tracks as you tried to take the blame. The ire in his tone and way he flicked off his cloak violently made you bite your lip remaining silent. You peaked up at him hearing him cross the space.
My god. He was a devil. A frightening handsome devil. His face had softer features then you thought. Beautiful and cherub like. Yet there was a sinister undertone to him, a powerful gaze. Yellow eyes, they were haunting in a way, so unique but only enhanced the dark beauty he possesed.
He paused before you, drawing a deep breath tilting his face and concentrated on you. His yellow gaze penetrated you. You could almost feel him burrowing into you, as if he was searching your soul for something. Trying to unravel you and collect your secrets. What ever he found must have pleased him. His face split into a grin and his hands raised, one cupping either side of your face making you look at him. You didnt flinch, you didnt ever gasp as his cool bionic palm cupped your cheek. All you could do was blink up at him owlishly, unsure what he expected from you. But even through your shock you did take comfort in his happiness, feeling yourself smile back up at him.
"You are indispensable to me, you will be moved here where i can keep a close watch over you." His words were alight with a strange glee. You gasped when he tipped his own head to yours his nose skimming yours. You felt slightly uncomfortable, he seemed off? Not that you claimed to know him, because in all honesty you knew very little. He'd allowed you to uncover small details in your time spent together. But you couldnt help feel he was acting out of character. Your interaction felt foreboding, like there was something just around the corner that he was slowly leading up to. That he had a plan for you that could be something wonderful, or incredibly unsettling.
"From now on you are to be by my side at all times outside of these quarters and you workshop. I trust nothing and no one with you. This incident will not repeat itself because you strayed from me. Am i understood." The order came with its own slight chastisement. A light warning laced in the vaguely possesive words.
"Of course my lord" you didnt hesitate. He grinned, eyes darkening with a pridful victory. It was only in this moment, this final test where he truley revealed himself to you that he had realised his true victory. Your obedience to him was second nature, he'd cultivated it. Made sure his authority over you was absolute. That his dominion over you was indisputable, whether he was in his feared suit or out of it. Youd agree to anything he suggested, and youd do it of your own accord with no need for threats or violence.
He chuckled lightly befor dragging your head down and pressed a chaste kiss to your forehead. The action stole your breath and before you could even wonder over the unprompted affection he had stepped back releasing you completely from his hold and turned motioning for you to take a seat in the communal living area.
"You are not disagreeing. Such a good girl. My good girl. You can see i do not have the patience for such frivolous games today" his giddy words were thrown over his shoulder whilst he rounded one of the sofas and then he sat heavily, releasing a sigh as he took the weight off of his feet. You followed him, somewhat in a daze, growing more confused by the second. But dutifully followed him and sat on the spot he patted next to him. Obeying the unspoken demand to sit as close to him as possible.
"I am pleased that the circulating gossip has not hindered your resolve or frightened you off" he continued the conversation as if it were nothing substantial. Like he hadnt just thrown you for a loop and shook you to your core with unwarranted, yet not unwelcome affecton.
"Yo-You heard those?" You stuttered trying not to falter as you held the conversation, you didnt want to disappoint him now. Especially when he was behaving so unpredictably. Youd seen his face, you were a loose end now, you knew some of his best kept secrets. It was humbling and exciting, but even in your excitement you understood the danger you could have stumbled into.
"Indeed. Though i did not confirm or deny such things, i belived if others thought you were mine it may offer you some form of extra protection when my back was turned. I was mistaken" he shifted plcing an arm around your shoulder and pulled you to him. He didnt seem to want to let you go, literally. He'd never shown this type of affection to you before today, youd never had any inclination that he was one to seek out this kind of touching. But he couldnt seem to help it, and he didnt seem to be stopping anytime soon. You flushed as a tiny voice in the back of your mind could barely contain her shy approval. You certainly didnt mind him holding you.
"My lord i; i didnt. I never told anyone that we were? Involved or or anything. I didnt mention what i was summoned for. It was no ones business. I did deny all rumours- or at least tried;" you tried to explain, fearful that he thought you wer e trying to climb rank useing his authority. You sat up, pulling away from him as you spoke wanting to make eye contact with him so he could see the truth in your eyes. But something engulfed you. A pressure pinning you to his side, firmly encouraging you to lean on his chest and tuck your head below his. You whined realising he was useing the force to position you. Your whimpers were quietened down by him hushingyou, his hand rubbing your arm soothingly. It was when you stopped fighting that the pressure left your body.
"I am well aware you had nothing to do with the gossip. Unfortunately such things happen on board all vessels. There is nothing we can do to quell them. Even if i had wanted to." He hummed, his hand rising from your shoulder to twist a lock of your hair and tuck it behind your ear.
"You look shocked." He stated with a deep chuckle, amused by your stunned silence. But continued to distract himself with your hair, knuckles grazing your neck whilst his fingers twisted the soft locks.
"I, yes, well... did you not want to stop the rumours? i dont understand" you mnaged to whisper quietly, stumbling over your words trying to make atleast one coherent sentence and not look a fool.
"Understand? what is there to understand? I am not blind. You are an attractive young woman. You have a brilliant mind and submissive personality as well as being loyal, true loyaltyis a rare find in the empire. I am not adverse to the idea of keeping you for myself." He uttered casually, treating the topic like something as mundane as the weather. It almost became a monologue, him listing his feelings methodically, speaking them aloud like he'd only just rationalised them.
"Infact i thought i made a compelling argument with the inquisitors. I do hope there is no confusion on your part" your stomach dropped , reality settling like a rock in your chest. You couldnt help feeling there was still more to this. A sinister undertone had crawled into his final words. But you couldnt discern if he ws actually threatening you, or is he was genuinely asking you if he had made himself clear.
"Well i? Yes? No? I; im sorry but i dont completely understand? When you say keep me to yourself? Do you mean as an underling?" Your resolve quivered when he threw his head back and bellowed a laugh, one hand dropping to his stomach as he did so.
"Oh sweet angel, you truly are a naive little thing arent you?" He teased lightly through his amusement shaking his head to rid himself of the remaining laugher threatening to escape him. You shrunk face glowing a bright red, unsure if he'd just complimented or insulted you. He felt your embarrassed pout and glanced down at you tipping your head up to face him smirking down at you with mischief.
"But to answer your question, under or on top. It makes no difference as long as i am your only partner, a will not share, you are mine to fuck and fill." Your jaw dropped. No. What? No he couldnt have meant? Surely not! He chuckled again sending you a devilsh look, soaking up the innocent shock and riseing flush on your face. He enjoyed your reaction to his vulgarity, he noted the way you tremble, your thighs tensing. He was tempted to brush overthem and drawmmore sweet breaths from you, let you taste what was to come. But he also knew he needed to make himself clear first. Youd probably have a heart attack if he didnt allow you time to register your new-found role.
"Speechless? Fear not there will be plenty of time for us to explore such things now that you will reside here along side me" he soothed pressing the two fingers to your chin, closing your mouth which only furthered you embarrassment. And he wasnt finished, it seemed he very much enjoyed making you squirm and continued.
"Rest assured I have no intentions on rushing you little one. Though your new uniform will be here by morning and i will make it known that there is a lady Vader on board. Should anyone be confused i will enlighten them personally" you didnt pay mind to the mention of new uniform, no. Instead the title of lady vader echoed in your head like a mantra, you were so stunned by it you almost missed the blatant threat of violence that followed.
"Wha- wait? You really mean to? You wish to be with me intimately?" Your voice cracked, making you clear your throat whislt trying to collect your thoughts that were running wild. The images of you and him tangled in the huge bed youd spied earlier were almost too much for you to bare. You tensed your legs trying not to think about having such a powerfull man ravage you, how he could possibly use his immense power to his advantage in the bedroom.
"It has been my plan yes. You captured my attention, my intrest. And have not disappointed me like so many others. slowly my feelings have morphed into affection, need. A desire for companionship. Something i have not felt for a very long time. I will not waste this opportunity, we will wed soon enough" with that he had finally revealed his intentions. You drew a deep breath trying to keep the air in your lungs and not squeak pitifully like a cornered mouse. You knew it, you were right, he did infact have a masterplan for you.
At your panicked silence vader grew defensive. His aura thickened and the room seemed to darken and cool as the seconds ticked by. He curled his fingers pinching your chin firmly drawing your attention back to him.
"I decided you will remain by my side. And i warn you now, whether you are inclined to agree with me is irrelevant. The decision was made long ago little one" his words grew icey, eyes sharpening to dreadfully observant daggers. You swallowed, nodding to him feeling a fright you hadnt felt since your first few encounters with the sith.
"I understand my lord. So i will stay here? And shadow you?" You agreed trying tp placate him and calm whatever frustration was building in him. You had no objections. Youd do as he asked gladly, you were just blindsided and surprised. If only you had the courage to admit that and voice your feelings.
Whatever darkness washed over him faded quickly and his face relaxed from an eerily calm anger, to a soft contented smile. Your quick compliance and following curiosity seemed to have quelled whatever darkness had arisen inside of him.
"Yes. We will spend a majority of our time together, either here on my fleet or my home on mustafa." You nodded slowly taking it in. The reality, this was happening. He had planned your life, planned your relationship, and the way he was so self assured in his ideas for your future showed that he had thought this through, played with the idea long enough to work around any issues tht might arise. Youd also made sure not to flinch at the mention of that terrifying planet. It was somewhere you'd never want to visit, but you doubt you'd get a choice in the matter.
"And my work? I mean will i still...after we are? wed?" You inquired wanting to pull the conversation away from mustafa. But also clarify exactly what your lord had instore for you. His face lit up, youd pleased him by insinuating your upcoming nuptials. Quietly accepting the future he had planned.
"I would never impede your personal growth. You are free to keep your workshop. And i will give you tasks to keep you occupied when i am away on business" you closed your eyes in relief. He may have sprung this on you and expect you to obey him without complaint. But atleast he wasnt going to lock you up and let you suffer bordem. Youd have some freedom.
"Thank you my lord, your words mean alot to me. I fear what would happen if i was left with nothing to do" you quickly voiced your appreciation. Still hesitant but compliant, your lord had made up his mind, and you were not going to tempt fate by arguing. You were however going to try and explain yourself. The last thing you wanted was for him to doubt your loyalty and obedience.
"A-and just? For what it is worth I... i am inclined to persue this relationship my lord. I was just shocked earlier, i meant no disrespect. I didnt mean to anger you. I am sorry if i upset you"
"Apology accepted" he hummed dragging you to lie on his chest once more. This time his arms coiling around you protectively. You melted into him. Despite having the beejeezus scared out of you moments ago you couldnt help but give into him. This had been what youd fantasised about hadnt it? Being held by your lord? Having him trust you, showing you affection and being special to him. Although you admit this was much better then your late night guilty pleasures. Not only was he holding you so sweetly, he had trusted you enough to let you see what lies beneath his mask. As ridiculous as it sounded, you couldnt help feeling that you could be happy with him, despite how intimidating he could be.
Still you couldnt help but want to make things right. To reassure him and smooth over any lingering unpleasant thoughts he may have over your silence earlier.
"It just caught me unawares. I admire you and was surprised by your words. I can admit to harbouring a crush on you. Even before today, but i never thought that..." you trailed off slowly conveying your thoughts wordlessly, trying your best to find a solace. A stability in the new situation you found yourelf in. His quick temper had shaken you, youd never had such a misstep with him before. And you didnt want to repeat it.
"Then that just makes for a happy ending doesnt it little one. Come we will eat and then rest. Tomorrow is going to be a busy day" he rose from the sofa taking your hand pulling you along side him gently.
"But in the end it will be worth it for you to watch the colour drain from my inquisitors faces when they see you take your place beside me" he lamented with a twisted grin thinking about the fun he was going to have tormenting those pathetic mutts.
You couldnt help a jolt of excitement race through you at the thought. It would be nice seeing their smug hatred become terror when your new position was anounced. Hell it would be nice to be beside lord vader, even if your future was completely dictated by him. You really would do anything for him, it was a sobering thought, but not unpleasant. How many people can say their fantasies became reality? But then again its said that when the gods truley wish to punish us they make our dreams come true. Only time will tell if this was your fairytale or your punishment.
Loosely based on the time me and my husband bleached our pubes matching colours for date night.I hope everyone is well!!If you have any achievements/news to tell please share 💛
Bruce Wayne
You walk up to him, casual as ever:
“Hey, can you help me wax… down there?”
He sets down his coffee slowly.
“You mean your legs, right?”
“No. There.”
He pauses. Breathes. Stares at you like he’s about to interrogate you under a spotlight.
“Do you… trust me with hot wax and your most vulnerable area?”
You smirk.
“You do scalp stitches blindfolded. This should be easy.”
…Ten minutes later, he’s doing it like a mission op: gloves, precise, surgical.
“Tell no one this happened.”
You: “Too late. I’m texting Clark.”
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Dick Grayson
“Wax? Like… you want me to… down there? With real wax?”
You nod. He blinks.
“Is this a trap? Because it feels like a trap.”
You reassure him, and he wants to help, but the second he sees the strip he goes full comedic meltdown:
“What if I pull it wrong and you never forgive me? What if you flinch and I scar you emotionally and physically?”
Eventually does it, trembling like it’s bomb defusal.
“Okay… 3… 2…—NOPE I’M NOT READY—wait wait okay now—AAAAND RIP!”
Both of you scream. He apologizes 47 times, then brings you chocolate.
“This is why I stick to gymnastics and not spa work.”
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Jason Todd
You: “Can you help me wax?”
Jason: “Hell yeah I can. Want me to use my teeth?”
You: “No.”
He’s smirking the whole time—until he realizes this isn’t sexy banter. You actually want help. With hot wax. On sensitive skin.
“Wait… you’re serious?”
You nod.
“Alright…. I can do this.”
He does the first strip. You yell. He yells. The wax strip flies and hits the wall.
“I TAKE IT BACK, I’M NOT BUILT FOR THIS KIND OF VIOLENCE!”
After, he kisses your poor skin and mumbles:
“Next time, we’re just buying a trimmer and calling it a day. Or not I ain’t scared of the bush.”
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Tim Drake
You: “Can you help me wax down there?”
“Wh—wax?? Down—? You want me to… me??”
He stammers through 15 different versions of “are you sure?” before you sit him down and show him how.
“Okay. Okay. I can do this. I’ve performed battlefield triage. This is fine.”
He pulls the strip—and immediately screams louder than you.
“OH GOD I HURT YOU—ARE YOU OKAY??”
You’re fine. He’s dying.
You: “Tim. Baby. It’s hair. Chill.”
Him: “Hair you trusted me with. This was sacred.”
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Damian Wayne
You ask cautiously, expecting an instant “absolutely not.”
Instead:
“You would trust a stranger with this, but not me? Tt.”
He immediately clears a space, grabs gloves, sanitizes everything, and approaches the task like he’s painting a fine portrait.
He’s silent. Focused. Surgical.
You’re tense.
He rips the strip with deadly precision. You gasp. He nods.
“Weakness is temporary. Smoothness is eternal.”
You stare at him.
“Did you just quote a proverb after waxing my crotch?”
He bows his head solemnly. “I am here to serve.”
(And yeah… you kinda ask him to do it again later.)
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