living dead girl

baby i'm your possession, handle me like a weapon

[blackdreamwarmachine]

Sewn back together wrong. 37. Nonbinary. Disabled. Fic writer. scavenger_invader on ao3. This blog is sexually explicit and not appropriate for minors. 18+ only.

Star Wars, math, programming, art, metal, disability and BDSM. Give me dad!Maul or give me death.

[onemass]

OKAY OKAY ONE MORE MAUL REQUEST BECAUSE IM GREEDY OKAY HEAR ME OUT!!! Maul x reader fic where reader realizes exactly how jealous he gets and (very irresponsibly) decides to test it a little like harmless teasing, letting someone flirt, calling him just a friend. and eventually Maul decides he’s had enough of being tested 💀 OR OR OR! one of his men keeps openly flirting with reader (or being overly familiar in a playful way), and reader is friendly back and laughing, not realizing how it looks from the outside. later, when they’re alone, he finally asks something like if reader enjoys that kind of attention…if they like being looked at, touched, entertained by others like that. gets spicy really quick from there. BASICALLY I JUST WANT FERAL POSSESSIVE MAUL TOO BECAUSE I NEED THIS MAN TO TAKE ME OVER AND CONSUME ME!!! Do whatever you want with this ask because I can’t control myself right now and I know whatever you do will be the most beautiful thing I’ve ever read like always!!! SORRY FOR THE LONG ASK LOL 😩😩😩

(this is definitely not the last you will see of my maul requests lmfao 🤌🤌🤌)

Indulgence

Maul x fem reader

description: Smut. One of Maul's men flirts with you, and Maul isn't happy about it.

warnings: NSFW 18+

One of the Mandalorians had been getting far too close to you lately, especially today. Leaning in, a heavy hand resting just a little too close to your hip on the console, tossing out some quip that had you laughing without thinking twice.

Maul had been standing at the far end of the room, arms crossed, just…watching. He hadn't interrupted. He just observed the way you smiled, the way you didn't pull away, dissecting the interaction with an unnerving coldness.

Now, the heavy doors had sealed shut and left the two of you alone, sealing out any other noise. The silence that followed was immediate and a little too heavy to be anything but tense. You glanced at Maul, suddenly realizing that something was wrong, but he didn't look at you. He turned away, clasping his hands behind his back.

"You lack discipline," he said, voice low, devoid of anything but a sort of heavy, grating friction.

You blinked, caught off guard. "What? I--what did I do?"

"That…Mandalorian." He turned to look at you, his eyes a little narrowed, but his tone was disconcertingly calm. "You allow him a familiarity that borders on subordination. You laugh at his trivialities. You permit his proximity."

Your breath caught a little as realization spread through you. "He…it wasn't like that, Maul. It was just…friendly," you said, defensive but careful. "It was harmless."

Maul took a step forward. He didn't look threatened, or even really angry; more annoyed, like this was an inconvenience he was frustrated he had to address. "Harmless," he repeated, the word sour on his tongue. "And do you enjoy that kind of attention? Do you find satisfaction in being looked at like a prize? In being touched, entertained, sought after by others?"

"No," you muttered, your throat dry. "It wasn't like that."

"Then do not invite it," he snapped irritably. "It is an unnecessary distraction."

You frowned a little, defensiveness flaring again. "For me, or for you?"

Silence settled for a second as Maul went very still, a muscle in his jaw jumping at the directness of the question. "…Do not flatter yourself," he said after a moment, his tone an odd mix of forced calmness and disdain. "Any distraction in my ranks is a flaw. I will not tolerate…frivolity, and I certainly will not tolerate my subordinates mistaking your indulgence for permission."

He stepped closer, closing the remaining distance between you. His hand rose to cup the side of your jaw, thumb pressing firmly into your cheek as he tilted your head to look at him directly. For all the command in the touch, though, it wasn't rough; it was almost unnervingly gentle.

"You think this is a game of sentiments," Maul murmured, his eyes flicking over your face. "It is not. If you require entertainment, if you require stimulation, you will seek it here. Where it serves a purpose."

You exhaled shakily, torn between the desire to lean into the gentle touch, and to pull away just to escape the tension. "…Purpose?" you asked, voice thick.

He didn't answer. His gaze dropped to your mouth, his thumb shifting slightly to tilt your chin higher. For a moment, you actually thought that there was a possibility that he might kiss you; instead, he just backed you up against the edge of the console. He leaned into your space, his other hand sliding down to grip your hip, his breath hot against your lips as he exhaled.

"Stay quiet now," he muttered against your mouth. And then he sank down to one knee between your thighs, pushing you more securely onto the console as he parted your legs. You barely had time to process before he was pulling your clothes out of the way. The fabric of your underwear was yanked aside with an impatient tug, and before you could shiver from the cool air, the heat of his face was right there.

Maul didn't ease into it. The first stroke of his tongue was broad and wet, dragging from the very bottom of your opening all the way up to your clit in a heavy swipe. You gasped, gripping the edge of the console for balance as you spread your thighs wide to avoid his horns. He gave you no time to adjust to the sensation; he shamelessly buried his face in your crotch, sucking your clit into his mouth and swirling his tongue around it until you were whimpering, your hips twitching against the metal of the console.

For all his insistence, though, he wasn't rushing. He used his tongue to completely consume your focus, and maybe to drown out the noise in his own head. He drank in the sounds you were making, his breathing deep and harsh against your skin. He lapped up your slick as it started to flow, his tongue flicking inside you to drag your moisture back up over your clit.

Overwhelmed, one of your hands came down to his head, sliding along the bases of his horns. Maul let out an involuntary groan, his breathing coming in even harsher against you. You kept your hand there, rubbing along the sensitive bases. Maul's body went rigid for a moment before he renewed his efforts almost aggressively, his tongue flicking relentlessly against your clit as he nipped at the soft folds surrounding it, sucking you so hard you thought you might faint.

"Maul--please," you cried out, thighs shaking against the console. He groaned again, his face pushing against you so hard that your slick smeared across his cheeks and jaw. He sucked your clit hard and licked upwards roughly, and your release hit. Your back arched, your hand gripping one of his horns tight as you sobbed his name.

Maul kept his mouth on you, his tongue pressing hard against your pulsing clit to absorb every last tremor until you didn't even have the strength to hold your legs apart for him anymore. As your breathing finally began to slow, he eased back, resting his forehead against your thigh for a long, quiet moment. His shoulders rose and fell with a deep, heavy breath, the restless edge to him from earlier completely gone and replaced by an almost sullen, exhausted quiet.

He stood up, wiping his mouth with his hand as his gaze roamed over your shaking, tired body. "There," he said quietly, he voice softer and raspier than you usually heard it. "Remember who deserves your attention."

And then, without another word, he turned and walked out of the room, doors sliding shut behind him, leaving you alone in the quiet.

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[zenithzahra]

Girls just want a dominant and kind man with a breeding kink and a vasectomy.

[cheaphalloweencostume]

what are any of you ever fucking talking about

[gentle-sadist2]

Can we bring back finger sucking? Not because it's filthy. Because there's something about it that's worse. Quiet. Patient. Obedient. Just a pretty little thing looking up at you while pretending she has no idea what it's doing to your self control. That's the kind of trouble I miss.

[blackdreamwarmachine]

Yes please 🥺

[sonicrainbooms]

i can't stop thinking about Cross checking in on Omega and offering advice she already knows. Not only because it's so sweet, but ever since I saw it for the first time, I just felt like Crosshair was just repeating things his brothers used to tell him in their own cadet/early war days.

I can imagine Hunter asking Crosshair, the "youngest", "You good?" after a crash landing. I can hear Tech's voice asking him "Got your rifle?" in place of "Got your crossbow?", just to make sure. I just know Wrecker has asked "Sure you can carry those supplies?" to him, in case he doesn't want to ask for help but will take it up on offer.

I think he added the "Stay close, it's easy to get lost in this terrain" on his own accord. That's why he's much worse. He's all of them combined into one.

[just-here-with-my-thoughts-deac]

You okay?

(I love you)

Got your crossbow?

(I love you)

Sure you can carry those supplies?

(I love you)

Stick close to me

(I love you)

[lightwise]

I’ll draw their fire.

(I love you)

I don’t like that idea!

(And I love you)

Too bad.

(I love you)

[onespiffykitten]

when he lifts his hand and spreads his fingers to show you how easily it could cover your whole face 🫦🥰

[cbc-bb-deactivated20250802]

reblog to give your mutuals a burned cd

[maulsbby]

Hello! I just wanted to say that I love your writing and I really enjoy how you write Maul 🥰

Can I request part three of pervert Maul 🙏

Have a lovely day!

Warnings: 18+, Maul is a pervert, panty thief Maul, cumming in your panties, self pleasure, knot mention, wet dream, zabrak biology(2 hearts), tpm Maul, Maul’s a bit of a jerk, mean Maul, Maul having separation anxiety for the first time.

Pt. 3, combining this with another ask since you babes love this series so much ⋆˚꩜｡

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PervertMaul! Who ended up touching himself three more times that night from your little tease alone

PervertMaul! Who went to jerk off for the nth time that night just for you to wake up and take over the rest of the night shift so he could sleep.

PervertMaul! Who took almost an hour to finally fall asleep, just for his dreams to be full of you. Your scent, how you’d look with his cock down his throat, would you be able to handle him? His aggressiveness in bed, or his knot?

PervertMaul! Who woke up with a painfully erect cock, having to slip it into the waistband of his sleep pants just to take care of it in the bathroom under the rouse of getting ready for the day.

PervertMaul! Who argued, actually argued against Sidious for his next mission. He didn’t even realize it until his master looked at him with a raised brow, hitting him with ‘have you grown…attached to her?’ Only to reply with denial. ‘She can’t handle things without me. Things go to hell.’ Maul says with a shrug, just to never bring it up again.

PervertMaul! Who holds a pair of the many panties he’s stolen from you under his nose for most of his flight to Tatooine. Alternating between those delicate frills to one of your t-shirts.

PervertMaul! Whose hearts begin to race the second he puts either one of the fabrics down. Feeling a sense of dread as if he worries doing this has ‘disconnected’ you to him.

PervertMaul! Who ignores the growing anxiety the farther he gets from Coruscant. Are you suffering as much as he is?

PervertMaul! Who knows the second he lands, duty calls so he takes his time rubbing one out on board. His large hand gripping the newest pair he stole from you. That cotton pair from the inn with the lace trim.

PervertMaul! Who wraps the soft material around his thickness. His hand moving up and down, his speed switching between fast to slow. Edging himself slightly.

PervertMaul! Who draped your shirt over his shoulder, getting whiffs of your faded perfume and natural scent, imagining that it’s your hand stroking him. Could you even hold it properly?

PervertMaul! Who feels his release coming quick, making sure to hold your panties at his tip, cock twitching due to sensitivity as they rub against his piercing. Allowing himself a deep growl as he finishes. Coating yet another pair in thick ropes, his free hand holding a fistful of your shirt in a tight grip. Almost as if he’s grounding himself from the intensity.

PervertMaul! Who lands, sending his droids off ahead of him to track the Jedi’s he’s here for. Before hopping on his speeder and venturing into town when a lead is discovered.

PervertMaul! Who grows increasingly grumpy as the day goes on. Not from the mission, or not from finding what he’s here for right away, but because of the nagging feeling that something is wrong with you. Worrying himself so much his hands tremble.

PervertMaul! Who forces himself to go to bed EARLY that night so he can get an early start the next day. Being alone in this inn doesn’t help his racing thoughts. You’re supposed to be here. Scowling at him for breathing.

PervertMaul! Who has a wet dream so real that when he wakes, his inner thigh is coated in his cum. A dried spot on the sheet underneath him, the black fabric of his shorts are stained white.

PervertMaul! Who stares at your face with an irritated look as you speak to him through the holo-communicator. ‘I wanted to check in’. He hears your voice and for once you don’t seem annoyed speaking with him. ‘Everything’s fine’ Maul grumbled in response.

PervertMaul! Who bites his tongue to hide a smile when you reply with ‘the fuck’s wrong with you? You seem angrier than normal’. Seeing a small twitch of your lips as if you were going to actually smile at him

PervertMaul! Who snaps ‘you’re supposed to be here. Why’d you deny this mission when Sidious asked you?’ Causing your eyebrows to raise up in surprise. This is true, Sidious offered you a spot to join Maul but you denied it. Only because you thought he’d like some space after back to back missions with you. His ‘hate’ towards you caused you to push back. Not even because of his dirty little tendencies..

PervertMaul! Who’s heart is racing, and who’s cock is throbbing against his thigh just from hearing your voice and seeing your face.

PervertMaul! Who’s very much beginning to understand that his ‘obsession’ with you is growing to be something much deeper and it’s scares him. (Only a bit)

PervertMaul! Who clicked the button on the base of the metal communicator to record the conversation so if you decided not to call again while he’s away, he still has you nearby..

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⋆˚꩜｡(I’ll be working on my master list over the weekend to make reading my fics easier! I also wanted to thank you lovelies for your support! Almost at 200 followers) ⋆˚꩜｡

[ellewantsrevenge]

[daddylexas-deactivated20160407]

me, with tears in my eyes: time to make a joke

[hexslvt]

getting casually told to behave does something to me istg

[tending-the-hearth]

[Hemlock showing Tech's body to Crosshair on Mount Tantiss]

Crosshair: I need a moment with him.

Hemlock: Of course.

[He leaves]

Crosshair, leaning over Tech′s berth: Okay, listen here you little shit. I know you’re not dead.

Tech: Yeah, no shit.

[human-not-mental]

cPTSD be like: break down in tears when someone treats you with compassion.

[recoverr-deactivated20250621]

i don't know who needs to hear this, but guilt, self-hatred and shame are not sustainable sources of growth and healing. you can't hate yourself into feeling better, or being better. you can't repeatedly punish yourself for your flawed humanity and expect wholesome results.

[filmphotofranz]

[giveherswords]

nikitin