For the Sithywan polycule AU
Ever since Quinlan was sick and Maul took over his job of killing assassins for a while he's developed a certain measure of respect for Quinlan and seeks out his company. He's just a little shit about it, if he can
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Chat writes the plot! Time for more 👑🐲🐟 KotD!
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~King of the Dragonfish: Chapter 14 ~ NSFW~
Maul swims closer, and Obi-Wan can feel the way his energy reaches out. The sith's force signature reverberates all around them, seeking, clinging to his physical frame when it finds him.
“Kenobi,” the man growls, top half rising out of the water and onto the shore. He stops there, tail lashing under the water line.
Obi-Wan looks away.
"What?" he asks, like they both don't know exactly what.
At least the dragonfish sith appeared to have honor enough not to try and take without permission.
“Denial is pointless,” the man hisses, frustrated, “It serves no purpose. You want, I can sense it.”
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I found an absolutely BLESSED image of a "draw your OC in this outfit" challenge (original below cut), and I really wanted to put Maul in this one.
Anyways... I'll see myself out :P
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Hey. Hey, remember that person who was whining because Maul wasn’t a gay?
Enjoy. Here is Maul being hella gay. And also the total bottom he is.
Sexual themes
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Started a little Maul study, just to design the rest of his tattoos, because I couldn’t find any reference for his canon leg tattoos (obviously haha rip Maul’s legs)
Anyway, I was sad I left obi-wan out, so I drew him as well, and then I put them next to each other to show how smol Maul is💖🥺
I also love how while Maul is so hard cut and muscular, Obi-Wan is just slim and soft, gnnnnnnnn babies🥺
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Mhhhhh, don’t know what to caption it with🤔
Zabrak booty
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Obi-wan was quite the sight.
@nicolabarth had a wonderful scene in their fic (which you can check out here) that I had to draw. He is quite the sight, isn't he?
Sexual themes
I don't have any few words to explain this..
reblog this pron ehehh
Sexual themes
Pairing: Darth Maul/Obi-wan Kenobi
Rating: Explicit
Obi-wan woke up from the weight of someone pressing him into the mattress and the business end of a deactivated lightsaber underneath his chin. While he blinked awake with the help of a rush of adrenaline, he wondered why he was only waking up now and why he didn’t sense more than a base level of danger. What was the point of force hightened senses if they weren’t warning him properly?
Obi-wan is pulled into Sith intrigues once again.
Part 6 of the Casual series.
Pairing: Obi-wan Kenobi/Darth Maul
Rating: Explicit
In idle moments, when Anakin was finally done getting in trouble and Qui-Gon’s silence rang particularly loud in Obi-wan’s ears, he’d find himself drifting to the holonet, checking Maul’s status to see if he might be on Coruscant again.
He’d find himself writing messages that he never sent.
Qui-Gon had called Maul a potential ally, but Obi-wan didn’t know how to even start a conversation.
That feeling when you’re trying to make a friend, but aren’t sure under which circumstances you can meet without them being obligated to try and kill you.
Whole text now on tumblr too, because of the ddos attacks on AO3
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Darth Maul/Obi-wan Kenobi
Rating: Explicit
The stranger’s gaze landed on the padawan braid, and Obi-wan had the sudden feeling that he might be in danger.
For a moment, they just stared at each other, the promise of violence in the air. But then the stranger relaxed and took a step back to let Obi-wan in. “What happens here will not leave this room,” he said. “And the lives we lead outside this room will have no effect in here.”
Sometimes Obi-wan sneaks away from the temple to hook up with random people
Since AO3 is down, here the actual text of the story
Some more obimaul.
Sexual themes
Rating: Explicit
Pairing: Samifer
Warnings: Bondage, orgasm denial, no proper safeword
Notes: This is set in the Family Ties verse. It’s also a birthday present for @lucibae-is-dancing-in-hell Happy birthday, wifey!
Thanks to my beta readers @coplins and @brieflymaximumprincess
“Hey, Lucifer … can I tie you up?” They’ve been snuggled up on the couch together watching an episode of True Crime with Lucifer rambling about the sloppy work depicted there. And Sam’s aware this question comes a bit out of nowhere.
But he’s been thinking about this. He likes getting tied up, no question about that. He likes the little games they play. But sometimes …
“Would you genuinely enjoy that or is it something your pride needs?” Lucifer’s breath tussles Sam’s hair while he speaks. “Like with the scars?”
Sam’s hand comes up and his fingers trace the crude letters with which he has carved his name into Lucifer’s skin. Just like Lucifer had carved the sigil of Lucifer into Sam’s chest.
Sam thinks about the question for a while. “I think you’re pretty hot when you’re wearing handcuffs.”
That makes his boyfriend laugh. “Really?” He leans back a little so he can look Sam in the eyes, interest gleaming in his own now. Then he moves and pulls a set of handcuffs from his pocket, lets it dangle from his index finger. “I don’t mind being tied up.”
Sam shifts now, too, half sitting up on the couch to face his boyfriend. “Really?” He echoes doubtfully. “Even if you won’t have the means to free yourself?”
Lucifer lifts an eyebrow and grins. “Try and make sure that I don’t.”
Well, if that isn’t a challenge.
Samifer serial killer au where Lucifer’s this high-powered attorney in this notoriously corrupt law firm when his coworkers and their clientele suddenly start dropping like flies. Everyone else is confused, terrified, but Lucifer is more intrigued than anything else, and decides to do a little investigating of his own. Eventually he discovers that the start of the murders coincide with the arrival of Sam Winchester. Sweet-faced, self-effacing Sam Winchester, who takes all the graveyard shifts in his job as a custodian. Who Lucifer catches rifling through the contents of his desk one evening. Unable to reach for the gun in his briefcase before Sam’s on top of him.
A scuffle, fists meeting flesh. It ends with Sam pressing a knife to Lucifer’s neck and pressing deep enough to leave a trail of blood. Lucifer holding himself very, very still, his heart pounding as his skin parts beneath the cold blade of the knife and he’s never felt more alive than he has at the point of death.
Sam lets him go on the condition that Lucifer keep his mouth shut, unless he wants to be next (“And if you try to snitch on me, you’re not gonna last long. Believe me, I’m not alone.”). Lucifer complies, more fascinated than ever. It isn’t too long before files begin appearing on his desk. Profiles of politicians, businessmen, celebrities. The senator’s son who’d been acquitted of rape, the CEO who regularly underpaid the workers in his factories. Horrible people whose money paved the roads to their freedom, and Lucifer has to train himself not to smirk softly whenever he sees their murders splashed across the news. He never talks to Sam during office hours, but often he catches the boy looking. And one day he leaves a note scribbled on a post-it stuck to his desk before leaving for his next hearing.
He isn’t at all surprised to feel that familiar blade press against his nape when he returns, even less when a warm hand snakes under his shirt, stroking a trail down his chest before pulling down his zipper. Lucifer doesn’t bother to hide his smirk and stifle his gasp when Sam bends him over his desk and takes him full and hard and merciless. Fucking him raw, leaving him with his legs shaking and his breath fogging up the glass of his desk. Debased and completely, utterly satisfied.
Would demon sperm be addictive? I mean, there's taint in the blood and there's something in sperm to produce a cambion so....
First of all, I totally forgot that Jesse Turner was a cambion and had to google the word, and the wikipedia page for them proves once again that medieval scholars thought about demon sex in way too great detail to be healthy, which amuses me. So thanks for making me find an amusing thing, Anon.
For your question … uhm … I guess it depends on what in the blood makes you addicted. Is it the demon part and Sam could’ve theoretically also just eaten pure demon like Amara did? Or is it the combination of demon taint and blood? Or something completely different? Who knows.
Also, since you made me think of it and I have to get this out of my brain again: The fandom headcanons demon blood to taste of sulfur. And sulfur smells like rotten eggs. I don’t think demons get many blowjobs …
Samifer~✨
