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dathomirdumpsterfire · 6 months

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a nice sexy beating. 👍🏽

King of the Dragonfish: Chapter 2

Obi-Wan watches the sith rise from the water, sliding onto dry land like some kind of amphibious snake. Like a naga, but horned and clawed and radiating darkness in the force. His tail gives him extra height, letting the-

Letting the-

The zabrak? The dragonfish? The monster…?

Letting him loom, swaying slightly, the gills along his ribs fluttering in rhythm.

"Jediiii," he-

Him? They? It?

Force, what had the sith become?

Darth Maul croons to him with false concern, cloying and mad. "Have you not heard the dragonfish ditty?"

Obi-Wan ignores the nonsensical question. "You've won, sith. Well done. Now I've an appointment to keep this afternoon, so I'm afraid I really must be going..."

The man laughs like the sizzle of a frying pan, swaying his way closer. "Going? Going? Oh no, no, Kenobi~ you are going nowhere. Ever."

Well then. If that's how it's going to be.

Obi-Wan leaps at the creature, force fueled and bloody determined, with his fist aimed for that sharp jaw of his. The jedi's punch connects, speed and desperation lending it strength. The impact throws Maul back and away.

The sith screams, enraged, and coils in on himself before returning the spring attack with interest. Obi-Wan is dodging, rolling, trying to score another hit-

-and then he is hitting a wall, ears ringing, falling to the floor, sight spinning.

Clawed hands grab the lapel of his tunics, drawing him up and in until he is suspended before the dragonfish sith. Obi-Wan hangs there, blood dripping down the side of his face.

"Ohhhh, Kenobi," Maul hisses, "You provoke me. Yessss. To meet your end sooner rather than later, to escape my revenge."

Obi-Wan reaches up to grab the man's forearms, feet kicking as he tries to gain purchase on the slick black scales that have replaced his thighs. "Suicidal? I think not. I cut you in half once, Darth, and I'll find a way to do it again."

There's that horrible, sizzling laughter again.

A long black tongue slides from Maul's mouth, laving up the side of his face, smearing the blood. "I would like to see you try, jedi scum. Your blade is gone, your breathing tool is gone, and now you are powerless before me!"

Obi-Wan responds by kicking him in the face.

The cold grip on his tunic releases, and he drops like a tooka to land on his feet. The jedi braces, winding up another left hook-

A tail lashes at his head, wacks him, and even with strong assistance in the force he goes stumbling aside. That lithe, muscular tail whips toward him again from the other direction, and he takes it to the shoulder. The wall catches his fall. He impacts it with a slap of wet cloth and a sound of pain as his ribs creak.

Next thing Obi-Wan knows, there's a hand wound into his hair, wrenching his head back, and he's spread limbed chest-first against the stone. The sith is glued to his back, long tail separating Obi-Wan's legs, curling about and trapping them in place. He shoves backward against that heavy weight, force assisted, but it doesn't gain him enough space to act.

He reaches back to elbow the sith in the face, but he is caught, the limb pinned under the other man's arm where it's got his head. Obi-Wan's other arm is snatched as well, pinned at the wrist, leaving him with so very little range of motion.

He wrenches against the hold again, and again, but Maul has him well and truly helpless.

"Let me go!" he demands, but the sith only pulls on his hair, exposing the jedi's throat to the possibility of those jagged fangs.

"Mmno," the creature says, gleeful. "This is your tomb, Kenobi. However long I decide to make you suffer, this is where you will die."

He struggles anyway, through pain and the nausea of a mild concussion, through fear and mounting exhaustion. He fights, he fights, but it is not enough.

Heavy coils of dragonfish press to his back, sliding past in a slow and rhythmic writhe. The sith giggles, as if delighted with his new toy.

Eventually it isn't worth the energy to keep trying. Obi-Wan goes limp into the hold, panting and cold.

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norue67 · 2 years

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The existence of Ingo’s alpha fight means that at some point, Ingo waltzed into Jubilife Village followed by three enormous, towering monsters. And the entire village was like “yeah this is fine, he probably knows what he’s doing” lmao Also note that his alphas all have red eyes. That means he didn’t even catch them, they’re still wild. This man somehow convinced a bunch of wild alphas to fight for him just by talking to them nicely

#pla #pokemon #legends arceus #ingo #ress #cyllene #bidoof #wyrdeer #basculegion #kleavor #ress's bidoof is actually kind of a monster though #that bidoof fucking killed my dialga when i first fought him #WHY DOES IT KNOW ICE BEAM??#i'm still mad about that #comic #shitpost #when you are as cool as ingo you can do whatever you like #i love that for the alpha fight he doesn't even do his pointing pose #he just stands there and lets them maul you

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pcktknife · 3 months

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laios not a real crab eater like me I woulda ripped that bitch asunder no tools necessary

#like if u dont get in there and tear that shit up #wanna bark like a dog but not maul like one 🙄#marcille tho? thats a real crab eater #this is all i could think abt for the rest of the mimic episode #kae.txt #dunmeshi spoilers #i just really love crab #and i also love mimics fave fantasy monster right there ☺️

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shmorp-mcdurgen · 8 months

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Type three: lycanthrope

Made a funny lil thing relating to the monster au-

#mandela catalogue #tmc #tmc monster au #monster adam #eye contact tw #body horror #face horror #shmorps art #could’ve rendered this but. by the time I finished it last night I was kinda sleepy- /lh #anyway. funky man. goober. he’s eaten/mauled multiple people- /lh hj #also side note the way I draw Adam changed at some point and I don’t know why- /lh

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daddy-issues-99 · 1 month

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Darth Maul x f!reader smut

TW: pet play, power dynamics, dom/sub relationship, spit, bdsm, oral (m receiving), praise, p in v, degration, slapping/spanking

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Being the ruler of Mandalor was obviously a difficult and strenuous job. It required constant attention and authority: no room for compassion or pleasure. That's why he kemp you.

One of the benefits of being the ruler of Mandalor was the gifts: weapons, prizes, precious stones, and of course, you. The perfect toy for the perfect ruler.

Maul walked back to his room after demanding and irritating day. he needed to relieve some stress, take his anger out. Take his anger out on you. His favorite toy.

He barged into his quarters, slamming and locking the door behind him. He turned and walked towards a small but luxurious cage in the corner of his room where you neatly sat with your hands placed gently in your lap, looking up at him with innocent eyes. "Good evening, Master." You said in a gentle voice.

Maul quickly unlocked the cage, ignoring your greeting and grabbed you by the intricate collar around your neck and pulled you out of your cage.

Maul pulled you up by your collar and held it tightly between his forefingers. He shifted his hand to wrap around your neck, gently squeezing it. "Such a beautiful specimen." He whispered, examining your features. His tender demeaner quickly vanished when he quickly shoved you down onto the hard floor so you were on your knees.

"Open. Now." He said in a harsh and stern voice. You happily obliged and opened, sticking your tongue out, looking up at him through your lashes.

"Good girl" He wrapped his hand around your hair, holding on tight enough to hurt before spitting into your mouth. "Swallow, whore." He said in a degrading voice. You happily obliged, opening your mouth and sticking your tongue out as proof, earning a satisfied smirk from Maul.

Maul quickly unbuttoned his pants with his free hand, still gripping your hair with the other. He pushed his boxers down, reveling his half hard cock, stroking it a few times with his free hand. "Lets see if you can put that pretty mouth of yours to better use." He pushed the tip of his cock against your lips. "Open" You placed your hands around the base of his cock before eagerly taking it in your mouth causing Maul to let out an earthy growl of pleasure, tightening his grip on your hair.

You slowly started to bob your head back and forth, hollowing your cheeks as his cock hit the back of your throat, causing you to gag. He looked down at you with a sadistic smirk and roughly thrusts his hips, causing you to gag again. "fucking whore." He moaned out in a harsh voice, starting to move your head at his own pace.

You looked up at him with watery eyes as he roughly thrusted into you, spit and tears running down your face as he looked down at you with a satisfied smirk.

You moved your hands to his thighs for support as he roughly thrusted into you, your jaw starting to hurt. You could deny though that this was amazing. Him using you in the hopes of him claiming you, breeding you. The thought alone made you shiver. You slowly moved your hand down and into your skirt, moving your panties aside to shove one finger inside you, causing you to let out a small moan of pleasure.

You slowly thrusted your finger inside your slick walls, curling it to hit just the right spot before moving to your sensitive clit. Your eyes fell closed as you slowly circled your clit, wishing it was Maul. However, the second after you closed your eyes Maul instantly stopped thrusting and pulled his cock from your mouth. You looked up at him with a confused expression, hand still in your skirt.

Maul looked down at you with a furious expression before slapping you hard across the face, causing you to fall to the floor. "You imbecilic whore." He spat out, circling over you with a menacing presence. He quickly grabbed your wrist from your skirt and pulled you up from the ground, holding on so tightly it hurt. "You think you can just touch yourself you without my permission?" He ask in an enraged voice.

"No- no Master, I'm sorry! I just wanted to-" Before you could even finish your sentence maul flung you towards the bed. "I have no need for your pathetic excuses. On the bed. Now!" He yelled, absolutely furious. You quickly got on to the bed and on your hands and knees as per usual instruction but you didn't think that this was gonna be as pleasurable as usual.

He positioned himself behind you and roughly grabbed your hips, lining himself up with your needy cunt. "You want to cum? You want my cock? Then lets see how much you can take." He said through gritted teeth and plunged into you without warning, not bothering to give you time to adjust before roughly thrusting into you.

You moaned out in a mixture of pain and pleasure as your head fell to the plush pillows below you. Maul pounded into you at a ruthless pace in a primal, animalistic fashion, no longer caring about your pleasure.

He harshly slapped your ass and roughly massaged your flesh as he plunged into you at a extraneous pace, slamming into your cervix with every thrust.

You gripped the sheets for dear life, letting out moans of a mix of pain and pleasure. The flesh of your ass was painful and red, your hips hurting from his solid grip that you both knew would leave a bruise, and your orgasm was fast approaching.

Maul quickly wrapped his hand tightly around your throat and pulled you back against his chest, letting out an animalistic growl. "Does my pet want to cum?" He asked in a rough voice. All you could do was nod and babble out a desperate plea. "Yes, master" You said through a breathy moan. His grip only tightened on your throat. "Are you going to touch yourself again?" He asked as he quickened his pace, hitting just the right spot. All that managed to come out of your mouth was a strangled moan as your orgasm crashed into you, sending waves of pleasure through your body. Maul held tightly onto your throat as you milked his cock through your orgasm, leaving you a panting mess.

He quickly turned you over onto your back, grabbing your wrists and holding them over your head with his right hand. "Don't you ever forget your place. You are nothing more than a worthless fucktoy for me. Do. You. Understand?" He asked through gritted teeth, slamming his cock into you. You quickly nodded and let out a breathy moan "Yes, master" He smirked and quickly moved his free hand to quickly circle your clit. "Good girl"

Within seconds you were already approaching your second orgasm. His quick and rough pace was all you needed to send you over the edge for the second time. He continued to quickly circle your clit as you screamed his name, milking his cock for the second time.

Maul buried his face in the crook of your neck and bit down hard on your shoulder, causing you to let out a cry of pain as his own orgasm followed, coating your walls with his seed.

After a moment he lifted his head and looked down at you. "I am the only one who can bring you pleasure. Don't you dare tough yourself with out my permission again. Is that understood?" He asked in a stern voice.

You lazily nodded, "Yes, Master" You said in a breathy, tired voice. He looked down at you with a satisfied smirk and pulled out of you, letting his cum seep down your thigh.

"Good, girl"

#smut #darth maul smut #darth maul x reader smut #darth maul x reader #darth maul x you #clone wars x reader #clone wars smut #star wars smut #star wars x reader #darth maul fanfic #maul smut #zabrak smut #monster fucker

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obimaulartfire · 6 months

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I think if Maul was a mermaid, he would be one of those freaky deep-sea fish that people are afraid of. (Based off of the Black Dragonfish, Idiacanthus sp.)

Not sure what kind of AU this is! I'm thinking "Maul gets cut in half, gets thrown into an ocean and becomes forever changed by the unknowable energies in the water."

And of course he found Obi-wan and is dragging him down :) Don't worry he's fine

#maul #darth maul #obi-wan kenobi #obimaul #star wars #star wars AU #yes his eyes glow green because of nightsister magic #he can't control them that's just how they look #i'm thinking he's like... a siren but one that you're deeply disturbed by #a rumored sea monster if you will #mermaid maul #mermaid au #my art #cw drowning #star wars fanart

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nerdreamer · 1 month

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#star wars #monsters inc #darth maul #memes #obi wan kenobi #ahsoka tano

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monsterhigharchive · 6 months

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#draculaura #invisi billy #invisibilly #spectra vondergeist #Gigi grant #Clawdeen wolf #monster high #mh #monster high gen 1 #monster high generation 1 #official art #monster high art #maul monsteristas

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smokbeast · 4 months

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they’re trying

#The peepaws do their best #they just show their love to each other in their own ways #mauling each other KFKGNK #poe is going to kill them #art #my art #my ocs #poe #hope #Craig #wife ocs #harbinger #Monster #dragons #furry #monster oc #dragon oc

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oro-junestar · 7 months

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knurv tries to eat a very large burger

#my singing monsters #knurv #monsterpiece #mythicals #other miscellaneous crap #meows profusely #my vicious babby boy im going to maul them

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junglicious64 · 1 year

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draculaura

#monster high #draculaura #killer style #day at the maul #my art

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dathomirdumpsterfire · 5 months

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Chat writes the plot! Time for more 👑🐲🐟 KotD!

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~King of the Dragonfish: Chapter 5~

It hurts.

Obi-Wan curls in on himself where he kneels by the back wall, deeply regretting taking his tunics off to dry. They might've protected him from the creature's tentacles. Instead, one of it's long, sucker-lined arms has lashed across the skin of his back.

Breath stealing pain is blooming over the marks, around his shoulders and half way up his neck on the other side. He can feel the circles from the octopus’s suckers like they're on him even now, a brand of fire-and-ice.

“Breathe,” demands the sith who has imprisoned him here.

Obi-Wan tries, truly he does, but his efforts to inhale are choppy at best. The hurt is so profound he can barely think.

“Breathe!” Maul orders him.

“Huu- hu-... rtss…” he manages, vision going dark near the edges.

Without warning, it lifts.

Suddenly the pain is more than halved, something like a four of ten, rather than a nine. More than enough relief for him to finally gasp, dragging in fresh air like it was all he could ever ask for.

It takes Obi-Wan a moment to reorient himself, after the suddenness of it all. He had gone from a light doze, to waking up under attack, to fighting for his life, to being in incandescent pain, and then relieved of it. All within a span measured in minutes.

When he's refocused enough to get outside of his own head, the jedi master discovers he's half on top of the bloody -literally and figuratively- sith. He cries out, feeling scales under his hands as he throws himself away-

The pain returns like a lightning strike, like an electro-whip across his shoulders. It's so sudden and intense that Obi-Wan can't help but scream, losing all his air and finding himself unable to get it back. He hits the floor, hard, but past that he can't make sense of the world.

It hurts it hurts it hurts-

It lessens.

Obi-Wan drags in lungfuls of air, shaking in place as he tries to just be.

“Witless jedi! Be still,” Maul hisses at him.

He does, but only because he can do nothing else. Minutes turn over, and Obi-Wan regathers himself again. He is still in pain, significant pain, but not enough to blind him. The left side of his chest… hurts.

‘That is a very bad sign,’ the jedi thinks wearily to himself.

When he can see straight once more, Obi-Wan dares to assess where he is and what's happening before moving this time. The results are just as uncomfortable. Actually, no, they're worse. Where he had last been laid over the sith's scaled lap, now he was up against a muscular chest, that long tail fin running between his legs.

The jedi thanks the force, twice, that he hadn't decided to put his legging out to dry as well as his tunics.

“What-” he tries to speak, coughing before he can continue, “What's happening to me?”

The creature's touch… had done something to him.

Obi-Wan suddenly realizes that Maul, that Darth kriffing Maul, is cuddling him. One hand holds the back of his neck, pinning the jedi to his breast. The other clawed hand is… petting him, is the only way Obi-Wan can describe it. Gently, rhythmically, petting him.

He legitimately wonders if he's hallucinating.

“The gorogoro is venomous, and it stung no small section of your pathetically delicate flesh,” the sith underneath him explains scornfully.

“It… hurts. It hurt more before but…” Obi-Wan trails off, thinking sluggish, “... you're doing something?”

Maul makes a disgruntled noise. “If by something you mean reinacting an ancient sith rite of pain sharing to keep you alive? Then yes.”

The jedi makes three different faces trying to acclimate to that reality. “I'm. We're. What.”

"Connected. Sharing."

Obi-Wan fails to produce words, and has to breathe for a moment and just, parse everything. Then, he tries again, “That octopus stung me… with it's suckers…”

“Yes,” Maul confirms, “the pain is meant to make you seize, unable to breathe, then you die.”

“... kark,” he decides quietly. The sith scoffs, his claws slowly gliding back and forth across Obi-Wan's upper back.

Oh. He can feel it now. Where the sith's hand passes, the pain… much of it lifts from him. But where does it go? Wait…

“You said, this is a pain sharing ritual?” He asks to clarify, immediately feeling stupid. Maul had already said so, twice, and yet it answered very little.

“Ahhh,” the other man confirms, “Sharing of pain is sacred. Surviving pain makes you stronger. Passion overcomes weakness, proof that peace is a lie.”

Maul speaks like a true believer. Obi-Wan just thinks that all sounds like cultish hogwash, but sure. Not dying of indescribable pain is… good.

"And... you're not effected by the sting?"

"Mmno, zabrak are resistant to most toxins," he replies.

Obi-Wan glances at his ear-fins pointedly. "You're not exactly a zabrak anymore..."

Maul chuckles, and it's half way to being a threat. "I am half of one, as yet. I wonder who I have to blame for that."

The sith is, of course, complicit enough in his own choices to be equally, if not more, responsible for the results.

... but that isn't a fight he wants to pick right now. “You're feeling the pain you're lifting from me?”

“Mnnnn,” Maul hums, and oh, ye gods, he does not sound unhappy about it.

“You're enjoying this!” Obi-Wan accuses him.

The sith laughs like wind whistling through rusty pipes. “Yesssss.”

The jedi closes his eyes and just… checks out for a moment. Now he knows what that bulge underneath him is. He's not going to look at it, he's not going to think about it-

Wait, if Maul is half fish now, does that mean he has a-

No. no.

He is not going to think about it, he is going to focus, and- and-

Step one is figuring out if he absolutely needs to be draped over the other man in order to have his pain lessened. Yes, he's going to ignore what's happening in favor of being… clinical.

“Is this much contact really necessary for the… rite?”

“Hmmm?” the sith asks, like he's half high on the pain, no meds required.

Obi-Wan tries again, asking what he really wants to know more directly. “Can I be on the floor while you do this?”

“Mnh,” Maul replies, “I suppose.”

The dragonfish sith rolls them over, and it is ridiculous how graceful he is about it. Obi-Wan's left leg is nudged up and over, then he is rolled face first onto the cold ground.

Loops of tail coil over him, pinning his legs to the ground. Forearms brace on his midback, and a suspicious bulge nestles between his thighs. Obi-Wan draws his arms forward, and hides his face in them. This is... not even slightly better. Worse, actually.

“Is it completely necessary for you to be laying on me while we do this?” he spits.

Fingers slide into Obi-Wan's hair, grabbing it and wrenching his head back.

“Ungrateful!” the sith hisses, “Every word out of your filthy mouth should be gratitude that I would share such a gift with you.”

This is a horrible time for Obi-Wan to be reminded that he has a hair pulling… thing.

“S-sorry, sorry. My. My apologies,” he gasps.

The tension on his scalp is released, and the jedi buries his head in his arms again, just about coming up on being too emotionally overwhelmed to be sensible. The sith leans over him, covering him, claws still gliding over the slowly bruising sucker marks.

“Thank me for sharing your pain, Kenobi,” Maul whispers in his ear, threatening.

He just… doesn't have it in him to snark back like he wants to, and deal with the repercussions, not right now. “...Thank you.”

“Good,” the sith croons, and-

Surprisingly, the weight on his legs rolls away. Maul lays on his side next to him, petting his back slow and steady.

“Thank you,” Obi-Wan says again, softer.

“Mnnn.”

“... how long will this last?” he asks, subdued.

“... I do not know. I have never seen anything survive it.”

Obi-Wan emerges from the shelter of his arms to give the sith a horrified look.

Luminous yellow-green eyes meet his gaze, and the man snorts. “Most things stung die in minutes Kenobi. There is no reason for it to be long lasting, and even if it goes much longer, you will be fine. I will endure with you.”

“Oh… okay.”

“Say it back to me,” the dragonfish sith demands airily.

“... say what back to you?” he prevaricates.

Maul gives him a look.

Obi-Wan sighs, really not interested in actually engaging in a creepy sith ritual, but, well, the man was active life support at the moment, and doing it the hard way.

Er… the… the… something besides hard. Not the figurative hard way at all, actually, the other man was clearly enjoying it enough that he…

Obi-Wan is not going to look.

The jedi masters his curiosity by gluing his chin to the forearm beneath it. “I will endure with you?” he tries, uncertain.

The sith makes a pleased hum. Then, he whispers, “So attractive…”

Alarmed, Obi-Wan side eyes the sith, “Excuse me?”

Maul is leaning in, inspecting the circular bruising that stripes his back in the same way a jeweler would appraise a new shipment of precious stones.

“Your skin purples, and- and yellows…” The sith inhales, enraptured, “it is lovely. Like a painting of the damage.”

“Er… thank… you?” What the kriff is he supposed to say to that?

Maul lays his cheek down on the bruising he so favors, and the pain in that area fades to basically nothing. They both sigh in response, for very different reasons.

Hours pass like this, with sporadic conversation and pain sharing. By the two hour mark, Obi-Wan feels fine. A bit hungry. In want of a softer place to lay, as well, but fine enough. He begins to suspect that after a certain point, Maul started taking all of the pain. The jedi isn't going to complain about it though.

He does fall asleep, however, lulled to rest by the radiant heat of the lava orb, and gentle claws that stroke his back, even still.

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