#gn breastie

[tiny-pteranodon]

Ig this is good night for now. Kal class bhi hai. 8baje se

[1eos]

gn to all my breasties <3

[zeenmrala]

dear el, grace me with your writing for the intimate moment prompts 🙏🏼 ✨ #21 & 22 ✨❤️ feed me some soft morning maul content 😩❤️

Another intimate moment prompt with Lord Maul ❤️🖤

Thank you my sweet Nay, my darling breastie boo! I wrote this purely self-indulgent, comforting one shot ficlet as a celebration for Star Wars day.

May the Fourth be with you always, my fellow Maul lovers. { intimate prompts / requests open / my masterlist }

21. cuddling in the first morning light. 22. hiding their face in the others neck

Pairing: GN!Reader x Darth Maul Word Count: 880 Summary/CW/TW: Morning cuddles with Maul, pure fluff and softy gooey yumminess. A very brief and innocent mention of bruises and cuts. 

The affectionate caress of the sun’s golden warmth teases you from your dreams. You flutter open your eyes, releasing a contented sigh as you take in your surroundings and remember where you are. The lodgings you acquired for this brief trip are beautiful, but appropriately muted, and the room is modern and open: minimalist in its extravagance. No blinds or curtains shroud the windows, and so there is no restriction to the beams of radiant sunshine that drench the room through the large floor-to-ceiling panes of glass. Your first, lucid thought of the morning is that the sheer clarity of the day is dazzling. 

You are immediately glad that during the stifling summer night, you cracked open one of the windows an inch, because the mellow thin breeze that now licks at your naked skin is blissful. The brush of the air is so peacefully cooling, especially when opposed to the warmth of the sun-rays, and the smouldering heat that emanates from the body of your lover, who rests soundly at your side. 

You gently shift, rolling over to look at the Zabrak man that sleeps beside you. Your sight is hazy at first, what with the combination of your tired eyes and the pure brightness of the daylight - but you blink it all away to greedily drink in the sight of your beloved.

Lord Maul lies still on his back, the only movement he makes is the steady rise and fall of his chest. His lower half is covered by the bed sheet, and one of his hands rests on the decorated skin of his sternum. His head is tilted slightly to the side, and so the majority of his features are angled away from you. But you can see that his lips are slightly parted, that his face is relaxed as he rests: unfurrowed by his usual grimaces or scowls. His horns are sunken into the soft flesh of the pillow beneath his head, the material of which is now slightly frayed by small rips and tears. It is a consistent event, his sharp horns damaging whatever softness cushions his sleeping head. Your thighs are littered in fond bruises and cuts for the same reason.

Stars. He is magnificent. 

As you admire him, you breathe in deeply and stretch out your arms, practising care so as not to disturb him with your movements. You inhale the fresh perfume of the breeze, a crisp and minty scent. It mingles with the musky spice of his own fragrance, the mixing of the two working oddly well together, the balmy combination rich and addictive. You naturally move closer to him, magnetised to his brilliance, but your weight shifting on the mattress causes him to stir.

He awakens. As he slowly opens his eyes, you see him squinting under the glare of the luminous, unrefined light. You feel a sweet tightness in your chest, your fondness for him thoroughly stoked by witnessing such an innocent and mild expression on that severe face.

He turns his head to look upon you, and you welcome him into the day with a cheerful grin. He blinks his bright amber eyes as he really sees you, naked and beaming at him in the sunshine. It is an image so perfect, the scene such an unusuality to the darkness of his life, that he wonders if he is still dreaming. But he soon understands that this room and this light is true, that you are real, and the corner of his mouth tugs into a smile of his own. He extends his hand towards you, catching your upper arm with his strong fingers. He pulls you into him, granting your lips his lethargic, morning kiss.

The palm of one of his hands holds your cheek, the other is warm at the skin of your waist. You loom above him, your fingers finding and grazing across the extent of his chest tattoos as you kiss him back. You soon lower yourself down, his arms cradling you delicately when you twist around and curl up against him.

Maul croaks a mild, throaty groan when he slinks his strong arms around you, scooping you into him as close as you can get. His hard body engulfs yours effortlessly, his hot chest blazing at your back. He plants a languid kiss at the base of your head with a lazy grunt, and then you feel his soft lips trailing down to your upper back, across the breadth of your shoulders. He burrows his face into the crook of your neck, his hot breath sending a heady shudder deep within you. 

You briefly consider the day ahead and think, what better way to begin than here? Your bodies entangled together, both relishing in the embrace of one another beneath the glorious glow of the morning’s first light.

He purrs behind you in agreement, sensing your thoughts. 

The rest of the morning is spent in this way, safely nestled in his arms. What myriad of tasks the both of you must face are delayed for the beauty of this comfort. You are granted the peace of his delicate kiss over and over, the bliss of his red, ink-stained fingers grazing across your skin. 

And it is the most wonderful morning of your life.

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[maraeffect]

gn breasties , so excited to go to BUILD A BEAR TOMORROW.....AHHHHHH

[zeenmrala]

breastie breastie breastie i’m going to be greedy 😏

can i get a sneak peek into “expensive taste” and “the will of the wilds” for your wip game 🥺💕

hehehe hey my gorgeous breastie!!!!! of course you can. be greedy always. you know i would do anything for you. thank you so much for asking lovely ♡

MINORS DNI, NSFW! 18+ CONTENT AHEAD

Expensive Tastes (Cad Bane x F!Reader - NSFW) 

Up until this moment he has been consistently slow: a lazy and over-confident air to him, as if he could take or leave anything you would offer. But now, he suddenly moves ­– he reaches behind you, using his swift reflexes to quickly and harshly take a handful of your flesh, to grasp your ass tightly with his long, blue fingers.

You release a hiss, your eyes flickering up, returning to his.

“Pretty thing,” he mutters. His other hand finds its way to your chin, and he caresses your jawline with a feather-light touch. “I got you right where I want you,” he drawls huskily.

The Will of the Wilds (Savage Opress x GN!Reader)

He’s here.

You can now sense him looming behind you, watching you. You cannot bring yourself to turn around and face him – as that tumultuous, cowardly weight continues to lie sticky and anchoring in your middle.

But you soon feel the gentle caress of his fingers on the back of your arm. He then takes your elbow in a hot, large palm, his skin rough against the softness of your own. It is unmistakably him: that languid, measured and tender touch reserved for you, and you alone. He holds your arm and then moves closer, in the way he always did before, the way he would always approach you when from behind, as to not startle you.

A washing ache of that familiar sweetened yearning crashes over you, and you almost collapse under the shock of the wave. You lean back against him and your eyes close, but you are still so tentative and disbelieving.

“You returned,” you whisper.

“Of course,” Savage replies. 

[1eos]

midnight apple sauce eaten time to get my beauty rest. gn besties, breasties, nd chesties we survived another day in p*sces season