#askbess

Maul...who stalks your figure as you approach him for your rendezvous

You...whose heart thuds louder the closer you get

Maul...who can practically smell your arousal as you get near him. A temptation that he's unsure he can ever resist

You...blissfully unaware of why Maul cannot look you in the eye

Maul...who knows the second he locks sight with you, it's over for him. His brooding persona of strength and isolation would shatter in an instant with just your gaze. But he's young, and with Sidious as his Master he finally feels like he has purpose in the galaxy - surely he should be allowed to indulge in the fire that burns within him for you?

You...who reaches out and dares to touch a man most would be frightened to even see, placing your hand on his arm as you plead for him to just look at you

Maul...who feels like he's been burned by your touch. He snaps, grabbing you, and stares deep into your eyes. In one swift motion you're pinned against the nearest wall, his little plaything now, whimpering in the dark

You...whose breath leaves your lungs in one go, your feet struggling to reach the floor as Maul lifts you into his arms, your back pressed against the hard stone behind you

Maul...now totally fixated on you, is determined to worship you. His head dips in beneath your neck, and an assault of firm kisses begins

You...with your head leaning back, granting the Sith more room, your legs now firmly locked around his waist

Maul...who grunts and whispers about him leaving in the morning, how he may never see you again, and how he's resisted the urge to fuck your pretty body ever since the two of you met

You...feeling bold, challenge the Sith. "Then do it...".

Maul...who growls at your command, and hurries himself with moving the layers of your clothing out the way. Your trousers are soon slipped down your thighs, your bare cunt exposed and waiting for him. Maul slips two fingers inside almost immediately, grunting to himself at the feeling of how wet and tight you are

You...untouched for many moons, moan loudly into the night at the feeling of him touching you. You grunt at each flex of his fingers, feeling already how arousal flushes onto his hand

Maul...ever impatient when you were concerned, withdraws his fingers and sets to undoing his own clothing now. Already hard, he pulls his cock out of his clothes, and rubs the head against your slick core

You...who submits entirely to the Sith, and practically begs for him to stop delaying, your need and desire sending hot flashes through your body, prickling your skin with every passing second

Maul...who thrusts up into you with one snap of his hips, his eyes almost rolling back into his skull with pleasure. The rush of warmth from your slick coats his cock immediately, and he bites back his outward displays of pleasure with each languid roll of his hips. He focuses back on you, choosing to listen to your chorus of delight instead

You...totally unable to stop yourself, dig your nails into his skin, leaving crescent moon shapes deep in the crimson flesh. You want nothing more than to screw up your eyes and tip your head back, to let your body go limp and succumb to him. But Maul has other ideas.

Maul...who in the otherwise quiet of the night, grasps your chin with one hand and forces you to look him in the eye. The vermillion of his own bore into you, and he stares long and hard at you as you crumble in his arms, each snap of hips delivering a force harder than the one before

You...who can barely hold on, comes undone around him, your legs tightening and your screams filling his ears. Your body goes weak and Maul has to practically catch you to stop you from collapsing to the ground

Maul...who releases himself inside you, allowing himself a few staggered breaths, finally breaking his own unspoken vow of silence. He softly allows himself to kiss you one, two times, before setting you down

You...who watches as the Sith Lord leaves you, head hazy and feet shaking on solid ground. You know it's nothing personal, it's just how he is. He fleets from one great scheme to another, merely following his master's every command.

Perhaps, one day, he would be yours. Just yours.

So! As most of my long-time readers will be aware, I have been writing Fallout for over 2 years now. It's my baby, I love her, but I won't lie there is something that nags at me for having not already finished her. At first I had hoped to have her done by December 2024...lol.

Of course, the last 2 years have been up and down. Nobody lives linear, and I've certainly had my bumps in the road since I began my story. Relationship breakups, two major job changes (about to become three!), and several rounds of medication which I am now off and totally rawdogging life with as a result (and I'm okay - believe me, it was the right decision to come off it all).

But with that being said, having Fallout in the background of so many WIPs and projects that have happened in the same time, has left me feeling guilty. Like...how can I ever devote my time to something else when she's sitting right there??

I know there is a jokey discourse surrounding starting new WIPs while your old ones stare at you in disbelief. Believe me, I find it just as amusing, and it's a stereotype I'll never break. Each week I swear I find more forgotten WIPs sitting in the bottom of my Google Docs, cursing me!

But I love my projects too much to feel bad about not doing anything about them, and I would hate to grow resentful of something like Fallout simply because I didn't give myself a (slightly) stricter end date for this. So, I have made a decision. A goal, if you will.

I want to finish Fallout by the end of July (2026, before you ask...)

Will I do this? Who fucking knows. I sure hope so. I re-read the ending (oh, yeah, that's already dne and set in stone) the other day and man, I love it so much I can't wait to share it with you all.

In hindsight, maybe this project was more ambitious than what I initially planned? Or perhaps it's needed my own skills and writing to develop over the last 2 years to come together and be the story I want to tell?

Whatever the reason, my decision is this: There will be a brief pause of ANY other fanfiction until Fallout is done.

Now, if it turns out I don't keep to my own goal, I will of course go back to my regular posting of other fics. I'm not that cruel. But for now, I want to focus solely on my series, which is currently sitting at over 130,000 words in my Google Doc (and with plenty more room for growth!).

I hope you can understand where this decision has come from. I know Jack/Whiskey/ General Kingsman fics are not the most popular, but I never started writing Fallout because I wanted hits/kudos. I started it to spite Matthew Vaughn...

No, but seriously. I love it. I love all of you that have stuck with me these last two years. And I love each one of you that has read any of the other things I have been putting out in the meantime.

With that being said, some rough timelines...

Chapter 15 is almost done, but I'm withholding publishing until chapter 16 (and potentially 17) are also done too. We're down to having the last few to go until the story is over, but each chapter gets beefier!! And I have so many notebooks strewn around my office with plot points and timelines it's not even funny at this point! 😂

So yeah, that's where Bess' WIPS are at!

Again, a huge thank you to all of you who are here. You mean the world to me, and I'm grateful to share this corner of the internet with you all.

With all my love,