Hold On Im Onto Something Here

hold on im onto something here

Not me thinking of Val getting Savage’s little forehead marking tattooed on the exact same spot after his death when she’s raising their daughter on her own AND repainting her Bes’Kar armor to match Savage’s tattoos

guess who I’m finally drawing up!

I full heartedly believe that, had Feral lived, Maul, Savage and Feral, all three men well in their early to mid 30s, will still do some dumb shit and one of them will say “Don’t tell mom”

guess who I’m finally drawing up!

MY BELOVED MOON

I adore your writing. ESPECIALLY your smut and when I saw this list I turned about 5 different shades of red. How could I possibly choose?!

..... But I did.

Can I pls get 18 with Savage...?!

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I just need to be drowning in his cum pls thx. Like get as sloppy and filthy as you want. The dirtier the better. 😵‍💫🥵

My dearest, darling Candy. Thank you for this prompt. I had the BEST time writing this. I lost my mind a couple times because Savage is just so swoon-worthy. I hope you enjoy it!

“Swallow.”

Pairing: Savage x F!Reader

Summary: Savage Opress rails F!Reader. Messily.

Rating: Explicit. This work is 18+ due to sexual content, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

Word Count: 3.2k

TW/CW: Filth. Dominant!Savage. Size kink, praise kink, slight degradation kink, dirty talk, lots of spit and cum. Spitting, biting and smacking. Vaginal fingering, unprotected PiV sex, f!receiving oral sex and m!recieving oral sex. Cum swallowing.

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Whenever you and Savage become intimate, it is an event that lasts. The time slips by rapidly, minutes become hours, and hours elapse into days as you lose yourselves in the bliss of one another's bodies. 

Tonight is no exception. 

As usual, he devours you almost immediately, his lips finding yours as though magnetised the very instant you step into his chambers. He takes his time from the start, relishing each moment he has you at his will. His kiss is deep and wet, his tongue dipping past your teeth as he peels away both his and your clothes slowly. He uses such frustrating languid movements, and it’s as intoxicating as it is infuriating. Savage is able to so easily stoke your arousal, nurturing your desires for him with his impassioned, possessive kisses and feather-light touches until your lust is urgent. He knows how to make you ache, how to steadily unravel you. He likes rendering you weak, making himself all that you are able to think about, his touch all that you are able to perceive. And so he always insists on a sluggish pace, knowing that his taunting only makes you burn for him further. 

Each touch he permits you is electric, and by the Stars you need him this very instant - but it does not matter how much you beg him to touch or fuck you now, he is steadfast in his lethargic progress. He likes to really watch and feel you fall apart under his hands, to savour your scent and your taste. To rile you up with his bite, to physically mark and bruise you so your body is claimed as his before he even begins to have his way with you. He enjoys making you squirm, finds amusement in seeing what precious sounds he can tease out of your sweet, pretty mouth with such little effort. As he strips you down, he starts to use his teeth on you - beginning just beneath your ear. He takes sharp, fervid mouthfuls of your skin, and the lower he goes, the harsher his bite. As his mouth laps at your throat, his rough palms relish in caressing every plane of your body and his long nails tickle and scratch at the curves of your frame.

After what feels like a lifetime, you are both finally naked and on his bed, and he lays you down on your back. Your skin shines with evidence of his tongue, and stings with the markings left by his teeth. His gleaming eyes relish in the sight of you, bare and naked beneath him, your body now framed between his large hands. Savage takes a moment to enjoy just how tiny you look when he holds you beneath him like this, so willing yet so vulnerable. Similarly, you look up at him looming over you, drinking in just how large and imposing he is - and you swear you feel your cunt dripping with lust. How delicious it is to submit yourself to such a man, to be so all-possessed by him.

His mouth soon continues to enjoy the taste of your skin, biting and licking down the column of your throat, your collarbone. He stops when he gets to your breasts, purring softly as he nudges his nose into your increasingly tender and sensitive flesh. He begins pinching and nibbling the buds of your hardened nipples at once. He sucks and squeezes at your chest with increasing vivacity, and what sharp twinges he inflicts upon you only deepens that thick, mind-numbing need for him.

“Please,” you whisper. You curl your fingers around his horns, keening into his mouth, yet also naturally pushing him lower, encouraging him down. You hear him chuckle into your breasts.

“Needy little thing,” he scolds you. His words send a cool shudder rippling through you, his breath caressing your now wet skin, dampened from his tongue’s efforts. You whine in agreement, your legs opening as wide as you can get them, your drenched cunt calling for his attention. 

“Yes, yes I am,” you groan. “I need you, Savage. Please.”

Mercifully, he obliges. He begins to drag his teeth across and away from your nipples, then continues his journey down your abdomen, lower and lower, until he passes your pubis. He promptly dives in - burying his face in the slickness between your thighs. 

You cry out for him, the hot lap of his tongue euphoric. You are quickly begging him for friction, for him to put more pressure on you, to please penetrate you. He responds by licking a lazy, hot stripe up the slit of your cunt, and you just know that he adores teasing you in this way. He further feasts at your wetness with a hearty groan, the taste of your sex so delicious and addicting. Your hands fist the bed sheets beneath you, and you bear down onto his face, in utter despair for more of him.

“Patience,” he assures you, his voice a rich, deep vibration as he talks into your sodden cunt. 

He is persistent as he subjects you to the strength of his large hot tongue, and it is an incredible, dizzying pleasure that soon tempts an orgasm forward. He goes between sucking and swirling at your clit, nipping lightly at the folds of your outer labia, and then fucking your tightness with his tongue. He does not relent until he's panting for air, and his hot breath tickles the insides of your thighs. You moan his name, grinding back down on to his face. His strong arms now engulf your hips as he keeps going, this time holding you still so you can no longer buck forward. He tortures you by preventing you the friction you so desperately crave, allowing you only the pleasure that he deems you worthy of. Which for now: is his tongue, and his tongue only.

His mouth and his control makes you so hot, and by the time he pulls back from between your legs, you are the most drenched that you have ever been. It seems to be becoming an increasingly messy session, your cunt as wet as it is, Savage’s tattooed face now glistening with your slick. 

He pulls back, feeling merciful in the face of your desperate impatience, of how soaked you are for him - and he now towers over you on his knees, still positioned between your legs. His large, rough hands squeeze at the soft flesh of your thighs, his line of sight is fixed devoutly on your drenched slit. As he moves his fingers to your clit, he spits down at your cunt, seemingly also enjoying the messiness of this encounter. When you cry out an appreciative moan at such treatment he meets your eyes and smirks, then looks back between your legs and does it again. He then begins to play with your clitoris with one hand, rubbing sweet, breathy whines from you as he then fucks his saliva into you with the index and middle fingers of his other. 

Searing flares of gushing heat ricochet throughout your body, and as Savage uses his thick fingers to stretch you out, fucking you with them to prepare you for his cock - you feel the call of your climax once again. 

“Yes, yes, please keep going,” you breathily encourage him. “Get me ready, Savage.”

He adds another finger and you hiss at the gorgeous stretch, groaning and writhing beneath him. 

Each time he plunges in and out of you, you are thrown further to the flames of your orgasm, until soon you are right there. You clench onto him and he hums his approval.

“That’s it,” he drawls, “cum on my fingers.” 

He is rubbing those perfect little circles into your clitoris fast, and those zaps of pleasure join the fray of your arousal, the sweet volts throwing you to mercy of your orgasm. He moves his other fingers faster, knowing that fucking you with such a momentum usually sends you over the edge. And it does. 

Your climax engulfs your nerves like a riptide, showering your body with that mind-blowing gratification. You mewl his name as it washes over you, your eyes squeezed tight and your back arched, your legs beginning to shake by the time the fury of it abates. 

Then you feel him remove himself from inside of you, and you groan at the sudden emptiness, your dismay explicit in your pathetic whines. He shuts you up by sliding two fingers between your lips, and you lap at the taste of yourself with a hum, knowing that he wants to share your cum with you. 

“Good girl,” he mutters, feeling how ardently your tongue licks your own slickness from his fingers, how enthusiastically you suck on him. Then he curses as your body slackens from such an enthralling frenzy, and he brings his fingers from your mouth with a pop to return them to your cunt.

He dips back inside of you, and you flutter open your eyes to look at him. His line of sight is fixed between your legs, and he now has his cock in his hand. He ferociously works himself as he plays with your cunt, his face slightly softened by his own pleasure, and the anticipation of your heat. Your eyes widen and your mouth waters at the sight.

Everything about Savage is big, and his cock is no exception. Both his girth and length are impressively large, intimidatingly so. It took much patience from the both of you before you were able to take him at first - but now, with much practice and experience with each other, you have come to be able to easily enjoy every inch of him. 

He meets your eyes with a smirk, then removes his hand from you. He transfers what wetness remains on his fingers to his cock, rubbing himself with your slickness. He hums a growl as he lines up the tip of his thick hardness at your entrance. 

You bite your lip, moaning enthused whimpers and think: finally.

But that blissful feeling of fullness does not arrive, and you hear him tsk. With a disappointed groan, you look up at him in confusion. 

“What?” you ask.

He runs his eyes over you one more time, and with a growl he grabs you and flips you over, easily positioning you into the way he wants you to be. He pulls your hips up and tugs you to him, pushing the back of your head down and grabbing your wrists in one hand, holding them to your lower back.

“I want to use you,” he mutters, lust thickly coating his voice.

Your core flares at such words, more of your wetness seeping out of you.

“Please,” you encourage him, twisting your head to try and look at him behind you. “I am yours to use.” 

He exhales a proud groan, delighted with your submission. He brings his hand to his mouth to wet his fingers, then he proceeds to rub his girthy cock with his own spittle. Then he aligns himself at your entrance, and slowly pushes inside of you. 

The splitting sensation that follows his ravishing intrusion sends an erotic shudder up your spine. When he is inside, he removes his hand from his cock to wrench your head up by your hair, pushing your face back down so you are no longer looking at him. The momentum causes him to slip in even further, and you growl your pleasure into the mattress.

“Tell me how it feels,” he drawls. Of course, he always checks in to make sure he does not hurt you, and if he is, that you like it. But he also gets off on hearing how good he makes you feel in your own words.

“Perfect,” you reassure him. “I am ready for you. Don’t hold back. Please.”

You hear a satisfied, grumbling purr from his chest. 

“Good girl.” He presses down on your two wrists that are secured in one of his hands, encouraging you to further arch your back.

You do as he suggests, and you hear that gratifying rumble again as he watches you further spread yourself open for him. His claws scratch at the globe of your ass as he slowly sinks further inside of you.

“Such a tiny little thing,” he groans, planting a harsh smack against your rear.

You cry out at the sting, but then he thrusts forward, sheathing himself even deeper. He closes his eyes at the bliss of your tight wet heat, the flesh of your ass so supple beneath his palm. He looks down at you spread open for him, held still by just one of his hands. 

You are small, pliant, vulnerable: your cunt his for the taking. He watches himself as he pushes further in, until he reaches as far as you can take him.

The stretch of him takes your breath away and you coo and mewl, losing control entirely in the feeling of such fullness, entirely at his mercy. He begins a harsh yet tantalising rhythm, the seductive wet smack of his cock penetrating you over and over again rings delicious and seductive in your ears. 

He doesn’t hold back. He takes you like the little fuck-toy you are, right from the very start.

He groans those deep, seductive growls as he uses your body for his own pleasure, thoroughly relishing in the sight of you splayed open for him, your tight cunt taking his large cock so well. Each pound of him knocks the air from your lungs, your eyes stream with tears from that aching goodness of him pummeling his weight into you. He doesn’t stop, and you lose all sense of time and space - you are soon cock-dumb, only able to comprehend the sharp hammering of his hard length. 

You inhale greedy gasps between moans, relishing in the sweet scent of your sex, listening to your own muffled whines that blur with Savage’s groans, made even hotter by the wet slapping noises of him fucking you fiercely. The taste of your own cum lingers on your tongue, the lingering sting of his bites burn on your neck - and all the stimulation is suddenly overwhelming, and you soon begin to feel the blaze of another orgasm scorch. And once it begins to burn, you cannot stop yourself from groaning the vile, smutty words that fall from your lips.

“I’m gonna cum, Savage.”

He growls that carnal rumble again, and you sob louder for him.

“Cum with me, please.”

He approves of your undoing, seeing you so wild for him makes his hand squeeze tighter at your wrists.

“Fuck your cum into me,” you moan. “Fill my cunt, Savage.”

Savage knows that you are close to your peak when you utter such filth. You sound so adorable and desperate, that he could not possibly refuse you your orgasm - but he has other plans for his own climax.

“Not this time, little one,” he purrs. “When I have had my fill of you here” - he thrusts deep, and you scream a ragged cry - “I am using your mouth to finish.” 

The deep boom of his voice almost makes you cum then and there, but you hold back, trying to relish in the bliss of his attention for as long as you can. He growls possessively, releasing your wrists from the bondage of his hand to grab your ass and use you as leverage to fuck his cock into your cunt faster. He is relentless in his rhythm, determined to have his way with you in the most carnal of ways, raw and hard. You relax into his movements, your body thrust forward again and again with each brutal pummell, your broken whines evident of how euphoric being fucked by him in this way is. 

Then you are cumming. 

It sneaks up on you suddenly, and your walls clamp down around him, the wet suck of your cunt now even more intoxicating for him. You slacken, your body now fully soft and pliable for him to ravish. He fucks you through your orgasm, and it isn’t long until you hear those deep, rugged breaths, feel him shuddering with his own imminent release behind you.

He pulls out of you suddenly, leaving you gaping and empty. He quickly manoeuvres you around so that you now face him.

His hands tug you harshly forward by your hair and you bring your lips to his shaft obediently. He looks down at you, his mouth slightly parted as he watches the wet affections of your mouth, so tiny against his large girth. You thoroughly enjoy the tortured groans he makes as you choke and gag around the tip of his hardness, keeping your wet eyes fixed on his as you struggle, unable to take him very far at all. You soon have tear stained cheeks and your own saliva drips down onto your chin.

He grabs your face with one hand and holds your mouth still, his other hand begins pumping the base of his cock. 

“Open, wide,” he demands. “And stay still.”

You obey him. He holds your jaw open with one hand, and angles the shaft of his cock into your mouth with the other. He makes the most delicious sound when he finishes, deep and unrestrained. He shoots hot ropes of cum on your tongue, and there is so much of it. He keeps pumping his cock, keeps spurting his warm thick cum into your open mouth. When he has finished, your mouth is full of his cum. He takes a moment to admire the sight of you, your lips wide open, mouth filled with his seed that slowly dribbles down your chin, on to your chest and breasts, your eyes streaming as you look up at him.

“Swallow.” 

He watches closely as you do as he says, as you bring your lips together. His eyes follow the bob of your throat as you swallow it down, and the purr that emanates from his chest at the sight is gorgeous.

“Well done,” he praises you. His hot palm cradles your cheek and you smile up at him, licking your lips. He uses his fingers to catch each spilled drop of his cum, slipping it between your lips. You lap it up, dutiful and docile, keeping your eyes wide and fixed on his.

“Beautiful,” he growls softly. He lightly taps your chin with his index finger, before falling back to the bed with a groan. You giggle at seeing him like this, this frightening, brute of a man so drowsy, weary from such intimacy. 

“Come here,” he says impatiently, opening his arms to you. 

You grin and crawl over to him, then collapse into his arms. He holds you tight, and you listen as the thud of his two hearts gradually slow. You spend the next hour resting your face against his broad, hard chest, and you catch up on the events of the past few days since you last saw each other. 

Then, inevitably, your fingers trail their way back down to his groin, and you caress him. He is now semi-erect but growing ever harder. Especially when he leans forward and looks down, when he takes in the sight of how little your pretty hands look wrapped around his large, throbbing cock.

And so it begins again.

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