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sofiaamxtthee · 2 months ago

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Code of affection

Pairing: Tech x fem!Reader

Tags/Warnings: Friends (?) to lovers, nsfw, minors dni, smut, unprotected sex, fingering, spicy, happy ending, aftercare.

It’s a short (and spicy) story of you and Tech, because i can’t sleep (yes, i know, i’m a freak). Soo yeah, enjoy.

Shorty, the story is Tech is a yapper, and you love looking at him or listening to him, but you start daydreaming of him, and he notice it then things get spicy. GOOD ENDING? AFTERCARE!!!!

Tech was explaining something. Again.

You sat across from him in the Marauder’s small common area, head tilted lazily to the side, chin resting on your palm. His voice was a familiar melody: quick, precise, filled with big words and endless streams of knowledge about mechanics, the ship’s nav systems, hyperspace routes — you weren’t sure anymore. You’d tuned out about three paragraphs ago.

Because Force, he was so…gorgeous. His eyes, his face, his skin. It was not hot or sexy. It was pretty.

You could stare at him forever. And honestly, you often did.

The sound of Tech’s voice, quick and certain, was one of your favorite things in the galaxy. He could yap on about hyperdrives, planetary ecosystems, ship repairs—and you’d sit there, completely enchanted, chin resting on your hand, eyes tracing the sharp lines of his jaw, the way his lips moved when he talked so fast he barely breathed.

“And if we adjust our course by approximately two degrees, we’ll avoid the ion storm entirely,” he said, hands flying over the console with practiced ease, eyes glowing behind his goggles. “Which, statistically speaking, raises our chances of survival by a factor of—

Tech paused mid-sentence, adjusting his goggles absentmindedly. His gaze sharpened when he noticed your faraway smile — the one you wore when your mind was definitely not following the lecture.

“Am I boring you?” he asked, a tiny crease forming between his brows.

You jolted upright, feeling your cheeks heat up. “No! No, no — you’re not boring at all, Tech! I was just…thinking.”

His head tilted. Curious. Patient. He was always so patient with you.

“Oh?” he said mildly. “Thinking about what? If you were listening, you should have no trouble repeating the last point I made.”

You froze. Your brain scrambled. What had he even been talking about? Hyperspace trajectories? Ship engines? Astrogation mapping? You threw out the first thing that came to mind:

“Uh…that the, um…plasma conduits need recalibrating because of…residual ion…build-up?”

There was a beat of silence.

And then, before you could stop yourself, your mouth blurted the thought you’d actually been having:

“It’s really hot in here….I am hot…I mean you are! I-what?” I slam my hand over my mouth and blush in embarassment.

The words hung in the air, heavy and electric.

Tech blinked slowly behind his goggles. His mouth opened slightly — not in offense, but pure surprise, like he’d just been slapped with a datapad.

You immediately started explaining yourself. “Oh stars, I didn’t mean— I mean, I did! You are pretty! I just—”

Tech’s lips quirked into a very, very small smile — one that was devastating in its subtlety.

“Pretty?” he echoed, voice dipping lower.

I just look at him, blushing in embarassment.

He set down the datapad he was holding with a thunk on the table, rising from his seat with that precise, controlled grace of his. You swallowed hard as he closed the distance between you in two slow steps.

“You find me aesthetically pleasing,” he said, more statement than question. His gloved fingers tilted your chin up, forcing your dazed eyes to meet his.

“Maybe-“ you said, but Tech stopped you mid sentence.

“Do you?” He smirks.

You barely managed a breathless “Yes,” before Tech leaned down and kissed you — precise at first, like he was gathering data, then rougher when you whimpered against his mouth.

And Maker, Tech was good at this.

It shouldn’t have surprised you. He excelled at everything he put his mind to — fighting, flying, fixing. Why not kissing too?

But it still left you breathless, overwhelmed, clutching at the front of his armor as he pressed you back against the wall, mouth devouring yours like you were a problem he was desperate to solve.

You gasped as he trailed kisses down your jaw, slow and calculated, his hands sliding to your waist, thumbs pressing bruising circles into your hips.

His mouth brushed over your skin like a question. Testing. Studying.

You shivered, clutching at the collar of his armor as he kissed a slow, deliberate path along your jaw, your neck, the delicate spot beneath your ear.

“You are remarkably receptive to tactile stimulation,” Tech muttered against your skin, voice husky, curious.

You let out a breathy laugh, tilting your head to give him better access. “Is that…your way of saying you like kissing me?”

“I adore kissing you,” he corrected, very seriously, before sealing his mouth over your neck and sucking.

Your knees buckled. Tech caught you instantly — one arm looping securely around your waist as he pressed you tighter against the wall. His hands, so steady when fixing blasters and slicing into systems, trembled just slightly now where they gripped you.

He pulled back just enough to look at you — really look at you — eyes sharp behind the goggles, lips flushed and swollen.

“I hypothesize,” he said, voice low and deliberate, “that I could spend hours…experimenting on what precise touches elicit the strongest responses.”

You whimpered at the idea, and he smirked — tiny, smug, dangerous.

“Would you permit me to test that theory, Mesh’la?”

“Please,” you gasped.

That was all he needed.

Tech kissed you again — harder now, hungrier. His gloves slid under the hem of your shirt, fingers splaying over your skin, mapping every curve like you were his own private star chart. His touch was firm but reverent, like he couldn’t decide whether to worship you or completely devour you.

Your hands fumbled with the clasps of his armor, desperate to feel more of him. He helped, stripping away the layers with quick, efficient motions — like dismantling a weapon — until you could finally run your hands over the firm lines of his body.

Lean, strong, carved from years of discipline and action. You couldn’t help the awe in your voice:

“You’re so.” You moan.

He paused, eyes flickering with something hotter than affection — something closer to pure need.

“Your appreciation is…” He sucked in a sharp breath as your hands roamed his torso, your nails scraping lightly down his sides. “…stimulating.”

You smiled wickedly, dragging your nails a little harder — earning a low, raw sound from him that made your stomach twist with desire.

“Stimulating, huh?” you teased, emboldened.

“In ways I am…having difficulty quantifying,” he admitted, and before you could laugh, he lifted you — effortlessly — pressing you back against the wall again, your legs wrapping instinctively around his waist.

His mouth was everywhere: jaw, collarbone, the tops of your breasts, moving lower, lower. Every kiss was methodical, but getting messier, hungrier, as he lost more and more of that perfect control.

Your heart nearly burst at the sound of it — the claim in his voice.

And then he showed you exactly how serious he was.

He dragged you to the floor in a flurry of kisses and clumsy urgency — Tech, clumsy — his need finally outweighing his precision. He kissed you like a man starved, hands everywhere at once, leaving no inch of you unexplored.

Every touch, every kiss, every desperate grind of his hips against yours — it all felt like a star going supernova inside you.

Tech’s kisses trailed from your collarbone down to the delicate swell of your waist, each one calculated and tender yet bursting with an intensity he could hardly contain. His gloved fingertips charted the intricate topography of your skin—a practiced survey that was both clinical and deeply admiring. Every soft murmur and heated whisper was an exploration, a hypothesis he was determined to test.

“Your are absolutely… fascinating,” he breathed, voice low and breathless, as his lips followed the gentle curve of your shoulder. The measured cadence of his language contrasted perfectly with the desperate hunger behind his eyes.

You arched into his ministrations, breathing in his musky scent as his hands roamed with both curiosity and unbridled need.

Without further ado, he began a systematic exploration—each kiss, each caress, every calculated movement sending data straight to the core of your desire. His mouth became a relentless interrogator of your senses, alternating between slow, teasing strokes and unexpected, fervent bursts of passion that drew soft, continuous moans from your lips.

“You said it’s hot in here?” he asks simply. When you nod, he smirks. “Shall we take some…layers off then?”

A few seconds later, the clothes were already on the ground. His steady hands and clear, determined focus left little to chance. He studied your reactions, adjusting his touches with the care of a meticulous scientist and the passion of a lover who had discovered something new with each sensation.

He lays you down, but doesn’t stop kissing you. He climbs on the top of you, and presses a soft kiss on your forehead.

He goes lower, and he trails his fingers along your inner thighs, his touch feather light and teasing. Slowly and gently, he spreads your legs wider, exposing your private part. He leans in, pressing a gentle kiss to your clit, making your jump slightly. His tongue replaces his lips, licking a slow, deliberate path from your entrance to your clit. He circles the sensitive nub with the tip of his tongue, feeling it swell under his touch. He sucks it into his mouth, his fingers spreading your legs wider, to give him better acces. He curls two fingers inside you, finding that spot that makes you whimper and buck your hips. He hooks his fingers upwards, massaging that spot rhythmically as he sucks hard on your swollen bud. He can feel you tensing, your inner walls fluttering around his fingers. He adds a third finger, stretching you further as he continues his relentless assault on your clit. He can feel your orgasm building, your body trembling and your breaths coming in short gasps. He suddently pulls his fingers out and replaces them with his tongue, pushing it deep inside you. You moan up at the sudden action. Feeling your impending orgasm, he doubles his efforts. His fingers replace his tongue, plunging deep and curling upwards to hit that irresistible spot. Simultaneously, his mouth latches onto your clit, sucking with intense preassure while flicking the tip of his tongue rapidly over the sensitive bud. You are so oversimulated, you had no clue he is…good in this…like really good.

He feels your body convulsing with pleasure, and he knows your still riding the waves of your orgasm. He slowly pulls his fingers out, giving your clit one last gentle suck before lifting his head.

Your legs fall limply off his shoulders as you try to catch your breath. He watches your body, seeing your breasts rise and fall rapidly with your shallow breaths.

He kisses you, softly, deeply, knowing you might need a moment. He pulls back slightly, checking your face for any sight of discomfort. Finding none, he smiles softly and whispers “Okay?”. You nod, biting your lip shyly.

His hands trail down your sides, making you shiver. He positions himself between your legs again. “You sure you’re ready?” He asks in a soft voice.

As you nod, he slowly pushes the head of his cock inside you. He watches your face intently, making sure you’re okay. He sees no sign of discomfort on your face, only a look of pleasure. He pushes in further, his thick lenght filling you up completely. He pauses, letting you adjust his size. He leans down to kiss you deeply as he begins to move his hips slowly.

He starts with slow, deliberate thrusts, allowing you to feel every inch of him sliding in and out. His eyes darken with desire as he hears your moans. He grips your hips tightly and starts thrusting harder. He leans over you, his muscular body caging you as he drives into you with increasing force.

His pelvis grinds against your clit with each thrust, the pleasure almost overwhelming. He adjusts his angle, hitting the deepest part of you that makes you see stars. You scream from pleasure, and he kisses you. His movements become more erratic as he feels his own release approaching. He buries his face in your neck, his hot breath fanning over your skin. With a final, powerful thrust, he comes, his seed filling you up.

He presses a gentle kiss on your forehead, and pulls out of you.

You laid there together, the air thick with the sweet aftershocks of what you had shared. Tech’s arm was wrapped securely around you, his body pressed close, as if anchoring you to reality after the dizzying heights you had just reached.

He didn’t say much at first—he just held you, his fingers absentmindedly tracing slow, almost methodical patterns along the bare curve of your spine. His other hand lightly cradled the back of your head, ensuring you stayed tucked perfectly against his chest. You could hear the steady beat of his heart beneath your ear, a grounding rhythm that made your own breathing start to slow.

“You’re trembling,” Tech observed, his voice still low and gentle, a subtle roughness lingering from before. He tilted his head down to peer at you through his goggles—still perfectly in place, though his hair was deliciously disheveled. His hand smoothed along your back, almost as if he was trying to catalog every inch of you through careful touch.

“I’m not cold,” you whispered, a little shy, cheeks burning.

“I know,” Tech said simply, drawing a blanket up over both of you in one efficient movement anyway. “It’s a physiological response. Normal after heightened physical exertion and emotional connection.”

Despite the clinical explanation, the way he spoke was soft. He wasn’t analyzing you to create distance—he was doing it because it was how he cared.

You smiled tiredly, reaching up to push a strand of hair off his forehead. “You’re really good…You know that?” you mumbled, still a little dazed.

Tech blinked at you behind his goggles, his brows lifting ever so slightly, but them he smiles. His thumb brushed your cheekbone tenderly, voice going even softer, almost reverent. “I must admit, hearing it from you induces a rather… pleasant feeling.”

He kissed your forehead—a precise, almost formal gesture, but when his lips lingered, you could feel how much he meant it.

“Does anything hurt?” he asked after a moment, scanning you with sharp, concerned eyes. His fingers moved carefully now, checking along your sides, your thighs, your arms. His touch was featherlight but thorough. “I… may have been less restrained than I intended.”

“No,” you reassured quickly, turning your head to kiss his wrist where it hovered. “I feel perfect. Better than perfect.”

Tech gave a soft hum at that—a sound you didn’t hear often, but one that made your chest bloom with warmth. He shifted so he could lay you more securely against him, almost wrapping himself around you like a shield. One hand slipped into your hair, massaging your scalp with the same careful precision he used for everything.

“Good,” he murmured, seeming almost relieved. He paused, then added with a rare, earnest gentleness, “You are… extremely important to me. I trust you understand that.”

Your heart squeezed painfully sweet at the words. You tilted your head back to look at him. “I know, Tech,” you whispered. “I feel the same. More than same.”

He smiled—small, rare, and absolutely real. He leaned down to kiss you again, not urgent now, just lingering, slow, cherishing you. His fingers threaded with yours between your bodies, holding you together as if he’d never let go.

Under the covers, warm and wrapped up with him, you realized that with Tech, aftercare wasn’t just about checking if you were alright. It was about making sure you knew you were treasured.

And he made sure you knew—with every slow stroke of his fingers through your hair, every soft kiss to your temple, and every whispered word breathed against your skin.

You’re loved.

You weren’t sure how much time passed with you tucked against Tech’s chest, listening to his breathing, his heart beating steady and sure. His fingers never stopped moving—stroking your hair, tracing the shape of your shoulder, drawing mindless patterns on your back as if memorizing the feeling of you beneath his touch.

Little by little, the adrenaline ebbed away, replaced by a warm, heavy drowsiness that clung to both of you.

Tech shifted a little, tilting his head so he could look down at you properly. His goggles reflected the low light, but you could feel his eyes studying you—the gentle, careful way he always did when something mattered to him.

You are fatigued,” he said softly, the corners of his mouth lifting in a faint, tender smile.

“Mhm,” you hummed sleepily, nuzzling closer into the crook of his neck. His scent—clean, warm, just a hint of engine grease and soap—filled your senses, and you never wanted to move again.

Without another word, Tech adjusted the blanket more securely over both of you. His arms wrapped tighter around you, careful not to crush you but firm enough that you felt utterly safe. He shifted again, pulling you closer against his side, until your bodies fit together like two halves of a puzzle.

You felt his hand tangle lightly in your hair, fingers rubbing slow, soothing circles against your scalp. It was such a simple thing—but it sent waves of comfort through your body, relaxing muscles you hadn’t even realized were tense.

You mumbled something incoherent against his skin. You didn’t even know what you were trying to say—but Tech gave a small chuckle, low and rare and so full of affection it made your heart ache.

“You do not have to speak,” he said gently, almost amused. “Sleep, cyar’ika.”

You shifted enough to kiss the crook of his neck—soft, lingering—then let your eyes finally flutter shut. Tech kept stroking your hair, his breathing deep and steady beneath your ear, anchoring you.

Just before sleep claimed you completely, you heard him murmur, voice almost inaudible, but thick with something deeper than words:

“I will always be here.”

Safe in his arms, wrapped in warmth, love, and the soft, steady presence that was Tech, you finally drifted into sleep.

And for the first time in a long while, you dreamed of nothing but peace.

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sofiaamxtthee · 4 months ago

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Bound by darkness

The wind on Alderaan was softer than the scorching heat of Dathomir, yet it did nothing to cool the fire in my blood. I was here to complete my mission—deliver Princess Leia to Lord Vader—but the laughter of the children gnawed my patience. Their joy was an insult to my existence.

Then, the boy spoke.

-Look at him, he looks like a monster!

The other children giggled, pointing at my markings, my horns, as they weren’t such an ugly creations, just as me. A firestorm of rage ignited me. The boy will die. Painfully. My fingers curled, the Dark side humming through me, ready to snap his bones like dry twigs.

But then—

A blur of movement. A small fist, cracking against the boy’s nose. The laughter turned to gasps as the boy fell, clutching his face. And she standed before me, like an ember in the darkness.

-Leave him alone!—she snapped-He didn’t do anything to you! He may look different from you, but you’re more uglier than any monster!

She was defending me.

I had no thoughts. Just…her.

I should have killer her too. I should have erased the moment from existance. But instead, something deep within me shifted. A hunger, an obsession—no, a devotion—was born.

Her.

I burned her words into my mind.

———

Years passed. My obsession only grew. I hunted Jedi, slaughtered enemies, bathed in their screams, but she—she was the only one who mattered.

Selah.

I watched her from the shadows, unseen, unknown. She grew strong, beautiful, a warrior of the light. I knew she had forgotten me. It enraged me. It enthralled me.

And then, when i toke Kenobi, she came for him.

Foolish girl. She thought she could take him from me.

I will take her instead.

The fight was grief. She was skilled, but she was no match for me. The moment my fingers wrapped around her throat, feeling her pulse hammer beneath my touch, i knew she was mine.

SHe spat at me

-Coward.

I smiled.-You will understand, in time.

She struggled as i carried her away, screaming curses, thrashing in my arms. I enjoyed her fury, her resistance—it made her all the more exquisite.

———

The cell was dimly lit, the walls humming with energy. She was trapped. She paced like a restress animal, her deep brown eyes searing through me.

-WHy am i here?—she demanded.

I stepped closer. Slowly. Purposefully.-Because you belong to me.

Her laughter was sharp, bitter.-I’d rather die!

I exhaled, amused, yet aching.-Do not say such things, Selah.

She was surprised as she heard her name. It was the first time i had spoken it out loud.

Her breath hitched.-You…know me.

I tilted my head, studying her.-I have always known you.

Selah frowned, confusion warring with anger as she hit the cage bars with all her strenght, the entire room was filled with the creaking of the bars.-You’re insane!

I stepped to her,and i broke the bars with my bare hands, letting her closer to me. I leaned closer, feeling the eletric charge between us. MY fingers brushed against her cheek, and she flinched.

-You saved me once.—I murmured.

She was confused, she didn’t remember me.

-From what?

I put my finger on her mouth, sushing her.-Now i will save you from the Jedi.-i said, brushing her lower lip with my finger.

Her expression darkened.-You mean the people who raised me?

-They caged you.—My voice was low, dangerous.-They turned you against me.

She pressed her lips into a thin line, refusing to give me the satisfaction of a response.

I exhaled slowly, tracing the line of her jaw with the back of my fingers. She shuddered, but not from fear.

Good.

-Let me go.—She whispered.

-No.

Her body tensed. I could feel her pulse, the rise and fall of her chest. The room was heavy with silence, with unspoken things, with everything i wanted and everything she denied me.

-You’re obsessed with me!—She said.

-Yes.

Her eyes opened up, her breathing stopped for a second. She just wanted to spat bad, mocking things at me, she had no idea, she will speak the truth.

-You’re crazy!

-Maybe, but for you.

Her fingers curled into fists, her breath ragged.-I hate you.

I smiled, slow and knowing.

-For now.

Her breathing was uneven, her brown eyes locked into mine in defiance. SHe was trembling—not with fear, but with fury. I could ft radiating from her, like a storm barely restrained.

Good.

I wanted her to fight me.

Her small hand shot foward without warning, the sharp crack of her fist slamming against my face, echoing in the chamber.

I stilled.

The heat from the impact lingered on my skin, searing, thrilling.

She took a step back, chest rising and falling rapidly, expecting retribution.

I merely tilted my head, tasting the pain she had given me.

-Do it again.—My voice was barely above a whisper.

Her nostrils flared.-You’re insane.

I laughed—low, deep, dark.-I have always been insane for you.

She turned away, her fingers gripping her own arms as if trying to hold herself together. I watched the rise of goosebumps on her skin, the unconscious way she had tensed at my presence. She hated that she could feel me behind her.

I stepped closer. She didn’t move away.

-Selah.

Her shoulders went rigid.

I dragged the back of my fingers along her arm, slow, lingering. She trembled, and i reveled in it.

-Don’t touch me.—She bit out.

I ignored her, lowering my lips to the shell of her ear.-You were always meant to be mine.

She turned so fast i barely registered it before her fist cinnected with my rips. I grunted at the force—not bad. She had improved since childhood.

But she was still mine.

I caught her wrists, twisting them behind her, pressing her back against my chest. Her breathing turned shallow.

-Let me go.—she hissed.

Never.—my grip tightened.

She shuddered gainst me.-you think this means you have control?

I leaned closer, drinking in the heat of her anger.

-This means i have everything.

She jerked against my hold, desperate, untamed.

I let her go.

She stumbled foward, whirling on me with a glare sharp enough to cut.

-You will never break me!—she spat.

I smiled.-I don’t need to break you.—i took a step foward, and she held her ground.-I just need you to remember.

Confusion was the only thing i saw in her eyes at the moment. No hate, no hate. Just pure confusion.

i held her closer, my lips touching her forehead.-I may look different, but they are uglier than any monster.—i whispered.

Her breathing stilled.

I watched the way of realization flickered in her eyes—the echoes of the playground long ago.

Her breath hitched as i spoke. The memory slowly clawing its way to the surface.

She had forgotten me.

But i had never forgotten her.

Her defiance was intoxicating, her rage like fire licking at my skin. She thought she could resist me, that she could fight me, but she didn’t understand. Her resistance only made my hunger for her deeper.

-You remember, don’t you?—i murmured, watching her jaw tighten.

She shook her head.-It doesn’t matter.

-It matters to me.

Her lips parted, a sharp retort on the tip of her tongue, but i didn’t let her speak.

I moved faster than she could react, closing the space between us, and before she could strike me again, i caught her chin between my fingers. She gasped, startled, but i held her firm—forcing her to look at me, forcing her to see me.

-You were my first.—I whsipered against her skin.-THe only one who every defended me. Do you think i could ever let you go?-i whispered into her mouth.

Her breathing was ragged, her pulse hammering beneath my grip.

-You’re a monster!—she spat.

How ironic. I smiled, my fingers tracing her jawline.-Am i?

-Yes!-she said, almost faster then my words.

I turned lower lip downward, but it curled into a smirk within seconds.-Then let me show you how a monster loves.

And i kissed her.

It wasn’t gentle. It wasn’t kind. It was dark, raw, consuming.

She gasped against my lips, hands shoving at my hands, but i didn’t let her go. I devoured her resistance, drinking in the fire of her veins. She struggled, her fists pounding against my chest, but it only made me hold her tighter.

Then—just for a moment—her body stilled.

A single heartbeat of hesitation.

But it was enough.

I pulled away, my breath hot against her lips. Her eyes were wild, furious, confused.

-I hate you!—she rasped.

-I know.

And i would make her hate me a thousand times more—as long as she never forgot who she belonged to.

But then i remembered—i had kissed her, and she let me. Even if it was for a moment, but she still did.

Her hands were still pressed against my chest, fingers curled into the fabric of my robes as if she wanted to rip me apart. And the craziest thing wasn’t even this little spitfire was—but i wanted her to rip me apart. I wanted her to hurt me, beat me, kill me, anything that makes her touch me.

Her body tensed up beneath my touch, and then—without hesitation.—she struck me.

A fist to my jaw, sharp and brutal.

Pain flared, but i barely felt it. I only smiled.

Her eyes burned with rage.-You think this is a game?—she hissed.

I ran my tongue over my teeth, savoring the metallic taste of blood in my mouth.

-No.—i murmured, stepping closer again.-This is destiny.

She recoiled, as if my words disgusted her.-You’re insane.

-I had been insane since i was a little child. Almost as little, as you were on that playground.

She froze as the memories flashed before her eyes. Her defending a demon—even punching her mate for him.

Her lips parted, but i said nothing. I reached out, tracing a slow, deriberate path down her face. She shuddered, but didn’t pulled away, she just rolled her pretty brown eyes.

I grabbed her by her shirt, pulling her impossibly closer, she even had to stand on her tiptoe. -You have no idea, what you mean to me.—i whispered agressively on her mouth.

Her jaw clenched.-I am nothing to you.

I put her down, and curled my fingers under her chin, forcing her to meet my gaze.-You are everything to me.

Her breath hinched, but she masked it with nother grin.-You’re obsessed. INSANE!

I smiled, as i was proud of it.-Yes.

Her hands trembled at her sides.

-You will never break me. I will never give in.—she spat.

I leaned in, my lips brushing the corner of her mouth—just enough for her to feel me, to know how close i was.

-I don’t care. But i will keep you.

She jerked back, breath uneven, as if the walls were closing on her.-I will escape!

I chuckled, low and dark.-You can try.

And Force help me—i wanted her to.

Because chasing her, hunting her, punishing her.

Unbelieveably turned me on.

She had already hit me, spat at me, cursed at me—and yet she was still here. Still mine.

I wanted her to try escaping. I wanted to chase her. To hunt her down. Then punish her in my own way, for even thinking she could leave me.

I stepped back, giving her just enough space to think she had a chance.

The moment my back was half turned, she lunged.

Fast. Precise. She aimed for my throat. Smart girl.

But not smart enough.

I caught her wrist mid-strike, twisting it hard enough to cause bruises. She gasped, eyes widening and i used her hesitation to pull her flush against me, her back to my chest, her butt tightly pressed against my manhood, her body caged in my grip.

-Still so eager to fight.—i murmured, my lips brushing her ear.

She struggled, trashing against me.-I will never be yours.

I exhaled, savoring the scent of her—battle sweat, fury, and something warm and eletric beneath it all.

-You already are.—i whispered.-You just don’t know it yet.

She let out a growl of frustration and threw her head back, aiming for my face. I turned just in time, her skull grazing my cheek instead breaking my nose.

She was learning.

I laughed softly, releasing her with a shova, that sent her stumbling foward. She whirled on me, rage twisting her beautiful features. I just wish i could soften those agressive features with my body. I smirked as i though of the things i could do to her tonight.

-You enjoy this, don’t you?-she spat.

I always knew i was sadistic. But she made me realized, i am also a little mazochist. Even though, i want to slam her against the wall right now, make her scream, make her gasp, make me mine—i wanted her to hurt me. To break me.

I tilted my head, watching her with something else close to amusement.-Of course.

Her hands clenched into her fists.-You’re disgusting!

I took a step foward. She took a step back.

-You say that now.—i mused.-But tell me, my little spitfire—why did you hesitate when i kissed you?

Her entire body went rigid.

She opened her mouth, ready to deny it, to lash out, but she knew. She knew…

I smiled.

Her hate was so beautiful.

-Stay away from me.-she breathed.

I reached for her again, fingers circling over her arm. She flinched—but didn’t move away.

-You don’t want that.

She glared.-I do.

I leaned in, my voice nothing but a dark promise.

-Then why are you still here?

She trembled. She hated me. And that turned me on.

She hated me and yet, she stopped fighting.. for now.

I stepped back, satisfied.-Run, then.

She blinked.-What?

I gestured towards the door, that i never locked.-Run, but fast, because if i catch you…—I smirked.

She hesitated—only for a moment—before her instincts took over. She bolted, faster than i expected. Her jedi training kicking in.

I let her go.

For now.

Because the hunt had just begun.

And Selah?

Selah will always belong to me.

———

She ran fast. Her footsteps echoed, her breath sharp and quick as she wove through the maze of hallways.

But she was not fast enough.

I followed, not running, not rushing. There was no need for that. I knew every inch of this place, every hidden path and dead end. She couldn’t escape from here, sooner or later i would find her. And even if she would smart enough to find an escape. I would found her. There is no place she could go and hide away from me. I know thousands of reasons to lure her back to me. I watched her almost her whole life, i know everything about her. But i wanted her to think she has a chance. It turned me on.

I wanted her heart pounding, her body burning with adrenaline. I wanted to see her face when she realizes there’s no escape, and beg me with her eyes to let her go. I wanted to see the hope in her eyes—just so i could rip it away. Some “normal person” would say this is not love, just obsession. But first of all, im not normal. And second of all, it’s my kind of love. Nobody could convince me, that i don’t love her.

No one.

I would let the fucking galaxy burn for her.

And i will make sure she knows it.

Her ragged breaths carried through the halls, guiding me like a predator trackking down the prey.

She turned left. Wrong choice.

She slammed into a locked door. A little painful moan escaped her mouth.

I heard the sharp intake of her breath, the way her fingers scrambled against the control panel, trying—desperate—to override it.

Slowly i stepped into the doorway.

She froze.

Her back was to be, her shoulders falling and rising rapidly.

-Go on—i said-Run. Because if i catch you, i’ll punish me, in my own little sadistic way.—i smirked.-You choose if you will scream from pain or pleasure.

She spun to face me, her lightsaber igniting in a flash of blue.

Right, i left her lightsaber with her, so i can make her pleased with it later. But that’s not important right now.

I smiled. She wants to challenge me.

With a hestitation, she lunged. Her strikes were wild, fueled by anger and desperation, but there was skill in her movements. She is almost a perfect Jedi. But there’s a small hitch. She fought with all her anger. And that’s not a thing a Jedi should do. That’s why she would make a perfect sith. Her movements were so precise.

Beautiful.

I dodged the first attack, then the second, letting her think she had control.

She snarled, pushing foward, backing me into the corner. Her blade hummed between us, the blue glow reflecting in her eyes.

-I should kill you.-she spat.

She’s so hot when she’s angry. The things i would do to her right now if she was just a random woman. But she wasn’t. She was Selah. She should be lucky she is who she is, because i would grab her by her neck, and make her scream so hard—from pleasure—her vocal cords would broke. That doesn’t mean i won’t do it later, but right now i enjoyed her little angry behaviour.

I tilted my head.-Then why won’t you?

Her grip on the hilt tightened. Her breathing was uneven.

She hesitated.

She didn’t want to.

She hated me, but she didn’t want to kill me either.

She turned to run, but i caught her wrist, yanking her against me. Her breath hitched, her body going rigid as she struggled against my grip.

-You lost.—i murmured.

Her nails dug into my arm.-Let me go.

I dragged my fingers down her jaw, tilting her face up to meet mine.

-Say it.—My voice was low, rough.

She tried to hit me, but i grabbed her arms harder, i could even see pain in her eyes. That’s a new emotion. Upgraded Selah. She also responds to pain. THis will be fun.

-Say. You. Lost.

She bared her teeth.-Go to hell.

I smiled.

Then i kissed her.

Fiercer this time. Rougher.

I bit her lip hard, tasting her blood on my tongue. I smiled in the kiss, but didn’t let her go.

And then—just for a moment—she stilled.

I felt it. The sharp inhale, the way her lips parted slightly beneath mine.

I pulled back, my forehead resting against her while i swiped my thumb over her lower lip, to smudge the blood.

-You can run—but you will never escape me.

Her eyes burned into mine, fury and something else flickering in their depths.

Hate.

Denial.

And something else…

A truth she was too afraid to name.

I wouldn’t be Maul, if i didn’t ruin this otherwise wonderful moment.

She barely had time to react before my fingers tangled into her hair. A sharp gasp letting her lips as i yanked her backward, forcing her to stumble against me.

She trashened, clawing at my wrist, but i only tightened my grip, dragging her toward the darkened chamber at the end of the corridor.

-Let me go!—she spat, her voice laced with fury.

I ignored her, the sound of the door hissing open as i shoved her inside. She straggered, catching herself against the cold stone wall, her breath ragged.

The door slammed shut behind me.

Trapping us.

She spun around, eyes blazing, fists clenched at her sides.-You’re a coward! Dragging me around like i’m some trophy-

I was on her before she could respond.

Pinning her against the wall, my body caging hers in.

-You think i want a trophy?

My fingers curled around her waist, then they went lower. As i grabbed her butt, with a fast movement, i pulled her closer, making her legs automatically hug my waist.

She still looked at me, her eyes didn’t even flinched.

-i want you..—i whispered on her neck.

-You want control.

I smiled.-No.—i tilted my head, brushing my lips against her neck.-I want your hate.

I could feel her heartbeat, and it was faster than normally. She liked this. Even if she could’n admit it to herself. She did.

I looked down at her, lifting her ching, forcing her to meet my gaze.-Hate me Selah. Curse me. Fight me.—My thumb grazed her bottom lip then—suddenly—i bit her neck, hard. She cursed at me. I kissed her neck, going lower, i kissed her collarbone, then i bit into her again. She moaned up paifully, when i grabbed her chin.-But don’t ever ignore me Selah. Because if you do. I won’t kill you…I never would. But i will make your life a living hell, that you couldn’t escape. Not even with death.

I looked deeply in her eyes, and then i realized something. Behind all that hate…she was also turned on by that. I smiled, and i kissed her.

She let out a ragged breath, but then…

She shoved me. I let her fall off me, and i started laughing as she pressed herself against the wall. Oh, she’s scared. She knew she shouldn’t have done that. She’ so smart.

-You think this is love?—she hissed.

I exhaled slowly, taking her in, her fury, her resistance, the way she refused to bend.

-I think its inevitable.

Before she could react, i crashed my lips against hers.

It wasn’t gentle, it wasn’t kind.

It was a war.

She gasped against my mouth, her body stiff, her hands slamming against my chest in protest.

-You’re fucking insane!-she hissed.-This is not love. You don’t love me, and i don’t love you either.

She broke my patience. I grabbed her throat, slamming her up to the wall, so she can finally be in an eye level with me.-Listen here, little you spitfire.-i choked her harder.-You are nobody to tell me how i feel. I. Love. You. And you can’t escape. Because i would let the fucking world burn for you.—she didn’t panic when i curled my fingers around her thoat, not even when i choked her so hard, her face started turning purple. She stayed calm, with that look in ther eyes.

When she thought i’m finally letting her go, i choked even harder.-And just so you know.—I leaned closer-It’s not a stupid romantic metaphore. It’s a threat. Because i love you so much, i can’t exist without you. But if you make it happen…somehow, you escape, and hide from me, and i can’t find you. I will burn the whole galaxy down. With all your little friends and family in it.

She didn’t even blink. Her toes didn’t touch the ground. Her face was more death than alive. The only alive on her face was her eyes. The hate. I rolled my eyes, and choked her a bit harder.-Do you understand?

She whispered a quiet “fuck you” before she passed out.

———

She woke up in my bed. She didn’t know where she was. Her hair was messy, and she probably couldn’t even see cleary at he moment.

When she realized where she is, she instantly woke up.

She jumped out of the bed, coming up to me, staring right into my eyes.

It’s so cute, how she’s so small, when she looks up at me, she has to raise her whole head up. If i pushed her chin a little more, she would break her neck.

-You will never win.-she rasped.

I tilted my head.-I already have. But you just can’t see it.

Her jaw clenched.-See what?

-The truth.

I rose to my feet, circling her like a predator.-you fight with me, like your worst enemy.—I leaned down, my breath warm against her ear.-But deep down, you know.

-I know you’re a monster.

Am i?—i exhaled.—Then why are you still here?

She opened her mouth, but no words came. She looked around. Open door. Window, that she could easily break. She even has a lightsaber, she could have killed me. And herself too.

-You could have just taken your own life by now if you truly believed there’s no escape. But you don’t want to die.

She trembled.

-You want to understand me.

Her breath hitched.

-You want to know why i choose you.

Her fingers twitched against the floor.-You didn’t choose me.

I ran my thumb over her knuckles.-Didn’t i?

She inhaled sharply. But didn’t pull away.

A small victory.

She was listening.

I lifter her chin to look at me.

-Why did you defend me that day?

Her eyes flickered.-I was a child.—She says as she looks down, the memory flashing across her face.

I shook my head.-No. You were you. Even then.

She looked at me, and even if it was for a second. It was something like sympathy. Or empathy. I don’t know, but it was not hate. It was soft and kind. Addicting.

-Selah, i know you. I watched you grow up. You didn’t change. You were always like this. If you wouldn’t know me, you would defend me.

She looked at me, her soft-look now gone, staring at me with hate again.-That’s the keyword. “If i didn’t know you”.

I looked at her, enjoying that she’s back to the stubborn spitfire.

She exhaled slowly.-What do you want from me?

I narrowed me eyes.-You know what i want.

Her lips parted, her glaze flickering between mine, but she didn’t speak.

SHe lifted her gaze again.-You want me to give in.

I stepped closer.-You will.

She exhaled.-What if i do??

I froze.

She looked up at me from beheath her eyelashes, something almost vulnerable in her expression.

-If i stop fighting…—her voice was barely above a whisper.-If i accepted this.

My breath stilled.

Her fingers curled slightly on my chest.-Would you let the war go? Would you stop killing? Would you…—her voice was hestistant.-Be with me, and leave this hate and obsession toward other people?

The way she said it. So soft and hopeful. As if she wanted to believe i was capable of the change.

A lesser man would have fallen for it.

I wasn’t a lesser man.

I smiled, leaning down, until my face was inches away from hers.-Nice try.

For the briefest moment i saw the flicker of frustration in her eyes.

She was playing with me.

Good.

I chuckled running my finger over her lover lip, savoring the way she stayed perfectly still beneath my touch.

-You think you can turn me?

She didn’t answer.

I slowly pushed her to the wall, making my voice as soft as hers, when she was playing with me. I leaned so close, i was basically whispering into her mouth.-Its a beautiful idea, Selah. But you forgot something.

My mouth wanderen on her ear, and i whispered.-I have been playing this game longer than you.

When i looked back in her eyes, i realized she’s been looking at me the whole time. Followed me with her gaze. But when i looked deeper…i saw something flickering in her eyes—something dangerous.

And i realized—

She wasn’t just playing along.

She was preparing for her next move.

And i couldn’t wait to see what was it.

———

Selah sat away from me. Thinking about something deeply. And she wasn’t fighting anymore. Atleast not physically.

Something had been shifted between us.

She wasn’t broken, but wasn’t the same either.

She was now watching me. Carefully. Studying me. Curious.

And maybe—just maybe—understanding.

She took a big breath, and i looked at her.

-You weren’t always like this.

I raised my eyebrow. Where did that came from? Did she really imagined being with me, me turning good, and became a Jedi or what?-You think you know me now?

-No.—she said easy. I started walking towards her, that made her get up too and stepping back, but then her back met the wall. She wasn’t scared of me. But she was smart. She knew she will say something that will possibly upset me, and it was for her own protection. Not like i couldn’t smash her skull against the wall.-But i know hate. And it doesn’t come from nowhere.

I pushed her into the wall with my body, and tilted my head.-And where does it come from, then?

She hesitated, as if choosing her words carefully.-Pain.

For the first time, i said nothing.

Because she wasn’t wrong.

Her gaze lifted to minde, quiet but piercing.-Who hurted you?

A thousand images flickered through my mind—Dathomir, Sidious, the years of training, the beating, the endless hunger.

I had spent my life in chains.

I had spent my life making sure i would never wear them again.

Selah didn’t look away.-It was Sidious.-She said easy. She didn’t ask. She stated. Like she read my mind.

-You’re really brave, asking me these questions.-I smirked, but then my smile dropped.-But it doesn’t matter. I am what i was made to be.

She studied me for a moment.

-No.

I looked at her.-What do you mean “no”?

She leaned foward slightly. -You became this. But you weren’t born this way.

I scoffed.-And what do you think i was before?

She hesitated, then she spoke softly.-Like me.

The words struck something deep inside me.

I forced a smirk, shaking my head.-You think too much.

She exhaled, leaning back again.-Maybe.

The silence settled between us again, but different this time.

For the first time i wasn’t trying to break her.

And for the first time.

I wondered if i even wanted to.

———

Time had changed something between us.

Selah was no longer recoiled when i entered the room. She no longer hurled insults. She had stopped fighting with me. She thinks she studied me. Learned to controll me. To use me.

She exhaled slowly.-I don’t understand you.

As she spoke, i got surprised. I swear she’s reading my mind.

I smirked.-A few do.

She shook her head.-No it’s not that. You’re not what i expected.

I raised a bow.-And what did you expect.

She looked at me carefully, as if she were trying to solve a puzzle.

-A mindless killer. A weapon without purpose.

I tilted my head.-And now?

She was silent for a moment before speaking.-You’re still a weapon. But you have more purpose than you want to admit.

I looked at her.-And what purpose is that?

-You don’t want to destroy everything.

I chuckled.-Don’t i?

She shook her head.-Not everything, if you did, you would have killed me.

I stared at her.

She was right.

If i had been the mindless murderer she had believen me to be, she wouldn’t be alive.

She studied me with an unreadable expression, then spoke softly.

-You’re lonely.

The words cut deeper than i wanted to admit.

I looked away from her, but i could feel she was still looking at me.-Loneliness is a weakness.

-No. It’s a proof that you’re still human.

A bitter chuckle escapes me.-I haven’t been human in a long time.

She was quiet for a moment. Then she put her head on my shoulder. She was resting her head on my shoulder.

I stared at her head.

Something inside me crackled.

I had spent my entire life knowing only one kind of touch.—pain, violence, control.

But this was something else.

She wasn’t submitting. She wasn’t surrending.

She wants to trust me.

She wants a truce.

For the first time in my life, i wondered.

Could this be enough?

———

Days have passed, and each one felt heavier than the last.

We spent our days talking, and once she laughed and smiled at me too. I felt like a kid, that got her first lightsaber.

I loved her before. But i just fallen inlove with her again. Is this possible? First, i falled in love with her braveness. Then while she was growing up, i started admiring her beauty. And now, i feel like i love everything about her.

And it was terrifying.

-Selah.—i whispered, and she turned around.

-Yes?-she asked softly.

I stepped closer to her, and she didn’t step back. She stayed.

I touched her face, and i leaned closer.-I love you.—i whispered in her mouth, then i kissed her.

AFter the kid ended, she didn’t say anything.

Her gaze hardened, her expression unreadable.

And the silance just made it worse.

-Maul…

Something snapped inside me as she said my name. She… she played with my feelings. She was kind to me, talked to me so i wont hurt her?

I pushes her to the wall, and ounched the wall next to her. I saw fear in her eyes. For the first time, she was scared of me. But i’m not sure if i like it.

-This little “great friends” roleplay irritates me so much. You were just a body. Just a power. I wanted your strenght. Your power. You’re useful to me, but did you really think, me, Darth Maul would fell inlove? Fell inlove with you?

Her breath caught in her throat, and she flinched. But she didn’t cry.

She never did.

She lifted her chin, meeting my eyes.-You don’t get to manipulate me like that.

I took a step closer, my voice cold as ice.-You think a care about you? You think i care about anything but your power and body?

She smirked.-You’re lying to yourself, Maul. You don’t even believe the words coming out of your mouth.

I lost my control.

I aimed at Selah’s head, but she realized it in time and fell on her butt to avoid getting hit.

She stand up, cleaning the dirt from her clothes with her hand, then she looked at me.

Her lips curled into a bitter smile.-You don’t want me. You’re obsessed. This isn’t love.

She quotes from herself, from the day i kissed her for the first time. Smartass.

But she’s still wrong. I want her. But, she played with my feelings, so i play with hers.

-You think you can fool me, Selah?

Her eyes widened slightly.

-You think i don’t see how you’d been playing with my feelings?—i hissed—You’re not the only one who can manipulate here, Selah.

She opened her mouth to speak, but i didn’t let her.

-Don’t bother. I know exactly what you’re doing. You think you can soften me, make me think you care, and then use me to escape.

She flinched, but she didn’t back down.

Her voice was low, almost distant.-You’re wrong.

I stepped closer, fury building in my chest. -Don’t lie to me. You think i’m just some fool?

You think i’m just some monster you can use?

Her eyes met mine, steady and calm.-I’m not using you, Maul.

I shook my head.-Of course you are. You’ve been pretending to care for me. But i’m not stupid.

-Clearly you are.—she whispered to herself.

-What did you say?

-You’re lying to yourself.—She replies, just ignoring my question.

I lean closer.-Don’t you dare ignore me, Selah.

-Why?

I became silent.

-Why?—i repeated with anger in my voice.-Why? Because i’m not a toy for you to play with, Selah. You don’t get to ignore me like i’m nothing.

-You are not nothing.—she said easy-but you’re also not everything.

I was taken aback. She wasn’t afraid. She wasn’t apologising. She wasn’t covering before me like everyone else did.

I took another step towards her, my voice low and dangerous.-What’s that supposed to mean?

Her lips pressed together in a thin line.-It means you don’t control everything. You think you do, but you don’t. I’m not going to let you manipulate me, like you did.

Her words hit me harder then i expected.

Was that what i’ve been doing? Manipulating her?

I had always thought i was the one in control. But the truth was, i was becoming more entangled in this….connection with her.

And that terrified me.

She terrified me.

My feeling terrified me.

Her voice broke through my thoughts, soft but firm.-I’m not scared of you. I’m not afraid to tell you the truth. And i wasn’t playing with your feelings. I liked you, Maul.

She wasn’t lying. She wasn’t afraid of me. And for the first time, i realized, she didn’t need to be.

She was just…there.

It was strange. The feeling of being seen by someone, who didn’t seen me.

But it also made me angry.

But yet, when i looked at her, i couldn’t deny that something inside me wanted more than just power, more than just control.

I wanted her.

But not in the way i originally thought.

I wanted to understand her.

I wanted to see if she could break me like i had once thought i would break her.

The argument reached its boiling point.

-You’re still the same.—she spat.

I clenched my fists.-Shut up.

She crossed her arms, her gaze hard and unyielding.-Maybe i understand you more than you think. Maybe the reason you’re so angry is because you’re terrified. Terrified to act like a normal person. Terrified of feeling anything.

-I’m not terrified, but you can’t understand me, and you never will.—i hissed.

-Why?-she asked.

-Because i won’t let you. I built up my walls, and i won’t let anyone in.

-You already did. Why do you push me away now, when i already know you.

-You don’t know me.

-Yes i do. Stop lying to yourself, because it’s getting annoying.

Something snapped inside me, i slammed her to the wall, again, just to yell at her.

-ANNOYING? ME? YOU’RE THE ONE WHO IS SAYING THIS? YOU ANNOY ME EVERY DAY!

I can see her behind her serious eyes, that she’s laughing at my childish behaviour, but i can’t help it.

-Then why don’t you kill me?-she says at me in an agressive tone.

-BECAUSE I LOVE YOU!

The silence that followed was suffocating.

Her eyes widened slightly, and for the moment, i thought i had crossen a line that would never be forgiven. But then, to my surprise, she smiled.

-I know.—she said.

I stared at her, bewildered.-What?

She stepped closer, her expression softening, but there was no judgement in her eyes. -I knew, Maul. You’re not as complicated as you think.

As she took another step closer, my heart raced. I wanted to kiss her. I wanted to feel her lips against mine again, to let all the confusion and chaos melt away. For the firts time in my life. I felt good in life. It wasn’t just pain and torture. Even if it mostly is, there’s a bit good in it. For me, its Selah.

As i leaned in to kiss her, a sudden crash broke the moment.

-Selah, step away from her, he’s dangerous!

That voice. That voice haunted me in my whole life. That voice was the worst thing i could ever hear.

Selah looked behind me, a momant of hesitation in her eyes.-Wait, Obi-Wan, no!

But it was too late. Kenobi was already moving, his lightsaber flashing to a life in an instant.

The blade sliced through the air, and i felt the pain before i even registered what had happended.

I straggered back, gasping as the lightsaber cut throught me, a deep opening across my side.

-Maul!-Selah yelled, rushing foward.

The pain was unbearable, my vision blurred, and my body grew weak. I could feel the life draining from me, and i could only feel hatred towards Kenobi. He killed me before. And now he will take my life, again.

But then i felt something else. Something unexpected. Peace.

Selah doesn’t hate me. She didn’t play with my feelings. She could have love me, live with me.

I wanted to reach out to her, to tell her how i love her so much, but the strenght was slipping away from me.

-I love you.—i whispered, my voice barely audible.

Her eyes were in shock and sorrow. She took a step toward me, her hands tembling.

-I’m sorry.-she whispered, like her voice was breaking.

I felt her close, and when i saw her, even thought it was just blurry colors, my heart was swelling with strange sense and peace.

I had found what i was looking in her. Traits as my mother, who i lost at a very long age. Understanding, acceptance.

And now i was ready to let go.

The darkness begin to close in, and i could feel the weight of my body slipping away.

The thought, that i had been loved, even if for a moment, it was real.

And i would die knowing that someone seen me as a person and not just a mindless killer.

With one last, quiet breath, i closer my eyes.

I died in Selah’s hand.

My Selah.

And Maul —/— was no more.

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