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@foxyfiend
How do you know you're not Asexual? Maybe you just haven't met the right nobody.
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ok everyone hear me out,
they're actually also the empire's no.1 defence against homophobia accusations from jedi during pride month <3
ok everyone hear me out,
i imagine zabrak males go through a kind of “teething” phase when their horns start erupting. the older nightbrothers will massage their heads to help ease the pain, and sometimes the babies will nuzzle for the pressure
so what im saying is: maul melts when you massage around his horns and he has a nuzzle instinct. do with that what you will
Helloooo :P
I just want to say I love your writing and honestly I look forward to seeing the notifications I get when you post! I was wondering what positions you think are the Nightbrothers favorite?
Perhaps how each of them like to cuddle (sfw) or maybe what position they want their s/o while being intimate in the bedroom (nsfw)? Whichever you are more comfortable with ofc! Love you lots !!!
Ps: thinking about Maul laying on readers chest and getting back rubs genuinely makes me giggle 💗
You’re so sweet for this, your message made my day I swear, love you lots too! :) I already posted cuddling headcanons, so I’ll focus more on nsfw here. Hope you like it, don’t lose faith in me if I flopped (non ironically sometimes I hate what I write) I feel huge amount of responsibility towards Zabrak boys and all of my readers. Im trying to improve every day guys.
The Nightbrothers - fav sex/after sex positions
NSFW 18+
includes: Maul, Savage, Icarus, Scorn, Feral
note: I will be writing aftercare headcanons separately. Andd there might be a part 2 to this one also, I might get inspired to go in depth on the matter.
Darth Maul
Enters the room like he’s about to kill you. The doors slam open, the whole place seems to shake, and he steps inside only to stop dead in his tracks. His eyes find you immediately, and once they do, you’d better hold that eye contact. :)
Then he starts circling you slowly. Watching you, waiting to see if you’ll move.
He knows exactly what he’s doing. The anticipation is half the fun for him. Making you wait. Making you wonder when he’s finally going to close the distance.
And then, once he’s behind you, his arms wrap around your waist possessively, and he pulls you down with him onto the couch, settling you comfortably in his lap.
“There is something deeply wrong with you, my dear,” he murmurs against your neck, clearly amused. “How excited you get when you’re afraid.”
Before long, you’ll find yourself straddling him, caught in a kiss that feels more like a challenge than affection. Maul never seems capable of focusing on only one thing at a time. He kisses you like he wants to consume you completely , yet somehow still finds room to talk. Smug little comments slipped between each kiss, amused observations about how impatient you’ve become.
He’s obsessed with your hair. Always has a hand in it. Fingers curling into it, guiding your attention back to him whenever he feels you’ve glanced away from him.
In general, I think his favorite positions are anything outside the bed. Against a wall. On a chair. Leaning against a table. Somewhere on a staircase where neither of you should realistically be comfortable.
The important part is that you’re facing him.
Lovess that eye contact. He wants to see every reaction, every hesitation, every challenge. Wants your full attention and gives you nothing less in return.
If you close your eyes for too long or look away, he’ll grab your jaw and tug you right back, tilting your face toward his.
“There.” He mutters, “Much better”
Pinning you against a wall while he talks to you, crowding your space until all you can really see is him.
Face-to-face is his favorite place to be.
The type who would choose missionary for no other reason than wanting to finish an argument while staring directly into your soul.
And after all that angry, chaotic, messy sex, he becomes almost unrecognizable afterward. One moment he’s impossible to handle, and the next he’s practically glued to your side.
He immediately pulls you close, curling himself around you possessively as if he has no intention of letting you leave for the rest of the night. He settles himself between your thighs, resting his head against your chest with both his arms tucked under you. If you try to move, he lets out a low growl of dissatisfaction and pins you right back where you belong.
And if you dare stop absentmindedly rubbing circles against his skin, he notices. Every single time. He’ll never admit how much he enjoys the attention. Funny how he shamelessly just claims it though.
He becomes strangely quiet. Murmuring the occasional thought against your skin, most of it so soft you can barely hear it. Sometimes he’s talking to you. Sometimes he seems to just be thinking out loud.
Mostly, he just likes watching you relax.
Hearing as your breathing slows. Watching the tension leave your body. Watching your eyes grow heavy until you eventually drift off.
There’s something rewarding about it to him. The fact that you’re not afraid of him.
You’ve stood your ground when he challenged you. Argued back when he pushed. Refused to run when he was angry, unstable, difficult, or convinced he was impossible to love.
And Maul knows better than anyone that some parts of him will probably never be entirely under control. Yet somehow, you’ve accepted those parts too. So, when he’s wrapped around you like this and refusing to let go, it almost feels like his own quiet way of saying thank you.
Savage Opress
A sucker for hard core sex, but also super aware of his own size and strength. Because of that, most of the time he’s holding back. You almost get the feeling he’s waiting for permission.
If you want to see that side of him, you have to ask for it. Really ask for it. Tease him and challenge him. Push him a little. Give him an excuse to stop treating you like you’re made of glass.
The moment he realizes you’re serious, he’s on it like a dog! Hes responsive when it comes to praise, requests, or even outright demands. Talk dirty to him. Tell him what you want and he’ll become completely focused on giving it to you.
Loves using his big hands on you. One massive hand wrapped around your throat, the other gripping your hip or thigh as he thrusts into you. He loves being able to manhandle you, move you exactly where he wants you, and watch your reactions every step of the way.
One of his favorite positions is throwing both your legs over to one side and pulling you against him by your ass, completely captivated by the sight in front of him. Savage is surprisingly visual. Once he finds something he likes looking at, he can get completely stuck on it.
Another thing he loves is having you on your knees in front of him, both his hands controlling your movements on his cock. One hand cupping your cheek, the other firm on the back of your head pressing you down as he likes.
Afterwards he gets super proud of the messy state you’re left in. Messy hair, flushed face, he literally pulls you on top of his chest and holds you there just to admire his work.
In his mind, looking completely ruined afterward is a sign that both of you enjoyed yourselves properly. Savage likes passion that he can see.
And if you’re sitting there trying to fix your hair while he stares at you with that smug grin on his face, then as far as he’s concerned, that’s proof he did everything right.
Icarus
Loves watching you struggle.Not out of cruelty though. At least, that’s what he’ll tell you.
Half the time the positions he puts you in are difficult simply because they give him better access to you, but he’d be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy watching you deal with the consequences too. The truth is, he enjoys seeing you squirm, watching you as you try to regain some sense of control when he’s already taken most of it away.
Has you tied down against a vibrator, so tightly that you cant even move an inch, he holds the remote while taking your mouth at the same time. Your hands are also tied, behind your back or over your head, you cant move, you cant talk(obviously hes keeping your mouth occupied) and the only thing you manage is to let out a few desperate cries or gasps for air between his thrusts.
Hes not a complete maniac though.. has his gentle moments too, and one of his favorites is taking you from behind as both of you are kneeling upright, your back pressed tightly against his chest as he sits directly behind you, practically wrapped around your entire body. One arm draped across your collarbones occasionally finding its way upward, tightening around your throat; the other resting securely around your waist or between your thighs. Pulling you deeper onto him. Keeping you right where he wants you. The thrusts are deep and slow at first but then he also likes switching up the pace without warning, anytime he feels like you’re getting too close.
If you ignore the fact that he’s edging you, it really is sweet. He just buries his face against your shoulder and enjoys the feeling of having you there. Just the steady rise and fall of your breathing matching his as the rest of the world slowly fades away.
Aftercare is non-negotiable with him.
He keeps you tucked against his side, rubbing slow circles along your arm or shoulder. Ocassionally checking in. Mostly, he just likes hearing your voice and knowing you’re still there with him.
He’s especially attentive if things got particularly intense. Any lingering marks become something he fusses over. Gentle touches and soft kisses on each of them. A quiet praise.
“You took it so well for me” …. “Come here”
It’s crazy how quickly he switches from menace to caretaker. The psychopath that spent hours torturing you, now acts like he saved you from it too.
Makes sense I guess.. :’D
Scorn
Knows exactly how to completely disarm you.
He’ll have you lying comfortably on your stomach while he slowly works the tension out of your body. Soft kisses pressed along your spine, lingering just long enough to make your shoulders relax. Every time you think he’s finished, another kiss follows a little lower, a little slower.
At some point he sits upright behind you, to give you a massage or to play with your hair. He really takes his time with you, feeling your every muscle relaxing under his touch, not letting you realize the weight of him pressing down on you more with every second. Before you know it you’re pinned down without being able to move even if you wanted to.
That is how he likes to take you, slow and deep thrusts as you lie under his weight helplessly whimpering into the pillow. Occasionally he eases back, turns you slightly toward him, checks your face like he’s making sure you’re getting enough air. He’s just such a caring babe, always making sure you’re safe before anything else.
Also likes pulling you up and just taking you doggy style His movements are rough and tough, if you didnt know him better youd say he’s ruthless. A quick, sharp strike with an open hand landing on your ass making you jolt and turn back to look at him.
He gets super lazy and sleepy afterwards, wants to snuggle you close and fall asleep with his face buried in your neck. The same hands that were rough on you, become absent-minded and soft, lazily tracing your arm or rubbing small circles against your shoulder until he drifts off completely.
Feral
Cuddles and sex with him can easily just be called playtime instead.
He’s reallyy bratty and mischievous, loves getting a reaction out of you. Wants engagement, wants you to play back.
Sits super close to you, always making sure he’s touching you somewhere, even if it’s just his thigh brushing against yours, or his fingers drawing imaginary shapes across your wrist or palm of your hand. Somehow always finds himself sitting lower than where you are so he can look up at you with his innocent round eyes and use them to his advantage.
During sex he’s pretty spunky and confident. Loves giving head of course cause it gives him that lower ground, allowing him to keep that angelic eye contact with you. If you grab him by the back of his head and shove him closer onto you, he will absolutely lose his mind. Will still keep that eye contact even through the tears.
Also likes when you just take control and ride him, possibly with your hands on his chest, extra points if you leave scratch marks there. He will be cherishing them for days after, he gets really sentimental about hickeys and bruises you leave on him in general. Sees it as some form of a bond and just loves that you claim him like that.
Physical closeness is huge for him. He likes being tangled up together afterwards. Legs intertwined, arms wrapped around you, your bodies pressed together with no clear idea where one person ends and the other begins. His brattiness never stops though, he starts pointing at some little scratches he finds on his arm or chest and immediately asks for it to be kissed better.
Eventually falls asleep with his face resting against your crotch, somehow he is a complete tease even while asleep. He just can’t help it. ;3
Hiii :] I'm in a very angsty mood right now and I was thinking about Maul grieving his beloved. I personally see him as someone who wouldn't ever really move on once he devotes himself to another. He had finally had someone who gave him a sense of peace and comfort, no matter how small. And yet they, like everything else in his life, where ripped away from him. Yeah idk I doubt he'd ever recover from that imo 🤷
Anyways I hope you have a lovely day/night 🫶!!!
headcanons: reader dies in maul's arms + his grieving
w/c: 0474
a/n: i felt so bad writing these 😭 sorry if there are any typos i'm not wearing my glasses and it's the fourth time i'm trying to post this
warnings: angst guys...
So,,, if elves can live up to 750... then Astarion's parents may still be alive if they had him young. They'd be old as hell, but alive. And they'd have mourned their murdered son for 239 years, not knowing he was undead, a vampire, and being tortured. They'd have been visiting an empty grave. And never knew it was empty. So potentially... if Tav was sneaky enough and did some digging and found out where they lived... they could reunite Astarion with his parents. His old, elder elf aged parents. Who would see the 39 year old son they'd assumed dead 200 years ago at their doorstep. See those fang wounds and the red eyes and just... know.
The truth about Cazador would have gotten out eventually after his downfall. They'd see their now vampire son and immediately know what had happened to him, that he'd suffered for 200 years. And now he was free, deeply traumatised and a changed man. But still their son, still looking 39 like the day he died, back in their arms.
And some stranger they'd never met had cared about him enough to find his parents and bring him home to them. Astarion finally could bring his *true* lover home to his mum and dad. And his parents could finally rest easy knowing someone cared about him and loved him as much as they did, to the point they went out of their way to reunite them.
my clone headcanons: "who did this to you" wound trope a/n: yesyesyesyes crash out crash out crash out
gn reader warnings: none
hunter is impossible to lie to. he finds the injuries and wounds you try to hide from the group all the time, his mouth pressed in a flat line as he crouches to the floor in front of you. “easy, easy…” he murmurs when you flinch away from him. he rubs his hands down your shoulders slowly, leaning in close to meet your eyes. his gaze burns with anger, but his voice is soft, reassuring you that you’re safe. “who did this to you?” he asks.
tech is known to figure things out pretty quickly, putting two and two together like it’s nothing. he sits at your side with his lips pursed together, hesitating before he rests a light hand on your thigh to get your attention. you glance at him, seeing that he’s already looking at you. he speaks so calmly despite the threat laced in his tone. “you can make it easy for the both of us and tell me who did this to you. or i can find them myself.”
wrecker gets scary when he’s pissed off, and that is exactly what he is when you get hurt, suddenly ready for a fight that he knows he’ll win. but he reserves his gentleness for you, cupping your face with his hands that are so large you basically disappear inside his grasp. he caresses your cheeks, the creases on his face deepening with his frown. “who did this to you?” he growls in a low voice, “i’ll take care of ‘em for you…”
crosshair is dangerous when he’s still and silent, his jaw tightening as hot anger boils under his skin. he brushes a careful finger over the tears and blood staining your cheeks, dragging his touch down to your chin where he tilts your face up, scowling darkly. “who did this to you?” he hisses. he wraps his hand around your jaw when you don’t say anything, leaning in so close that he whispers, “staying quiet won’t help him…”
echo just wants you to open up to him—to trust him when you’re in a vulnerable spot. he of all people knows how hard that is, which is all the more reason he craves this intimacy with you. he grips your hands gently, taking the med patches away so that he can dress your wound himself. he’s not looking at you as his stern voice rumbles through the silence. “who did this to you?” then he stares up at you. “i won’t ask again.”
wolffe doesn’t beat around the bush, and he doesn’t let you do so, either. his voice is deep and commanding when he stands over you, folding his arms over his chest. “look at me.” you lift your head slowly, with hesitation, so he cups the side of your face and tilts your face up, brushing his thumb over some tears to swipe them away. his eyebrows draw together in subtle anger ever so slightly, narrowing his gaze at you. “i’m not going to repeat myself,” he breathes quietly. “tell me who did this.”
fox is a stickler for the rules until someone hurts you, and suddenly, he’s a hypocrite who itches to burn whoever is responsible for this. he loses his cool just like that, grabbing your face with a slightly crazed look in his eyes when he demands, “who the fuck did this to you?” his breath comes in fast as he slides his hands down to cup the back of your neck, a possessive grip that reminds you that you’re his to protect.
cody never cowers from a fight worth his time, and you’re worth everything to him. he folds his arms over his chest and asks “who did this to you?” you shake your head, “cody, don’t…” he frowns and crouches low to the floor slowly, kneeling between your legs. “nobody has to get hurt,” he tells you, taking your hands to kiss your bruised knuckles. “you’re lying out of your ass,” you mutter. “and you’re hiding from me.”
mayday grips your waist, holding you still as you try to squirm away from his help. “shh, come here, let me take a look,” he orders softly, his voice spreading over your body like warm, relaxing waters that pull you under. “you’re alright…” he murmurs, stroking the top of your head slowly while assessing the damages. he clicks his tongue in disapproval and lifts his head to meet your eyes in a hard stare. “who did this to you?”
rex touches the back of your neck, slowly tightening his hand to turn you around. you avoid his gaze while he looks down at your body, around your face in quiet observation. “give me a name,” is all he says. you tilt your head and sigh, shaking your head, but he cups your face to stop your movements. he leans in close, staring with a sharp, unwavering determination. “maybe i wasn’t clear the first time,” he murmurs in a low tone.
fives has a temper everyone knows about, and the best way to set it off is for something to happen to you. he plants his hands down around your sitting frame, caging you into his body. your faces are close, your breaths even closer, mingling and shared as he stares into your eyes unflinchingly. “who did this?” he asks firmly. “fives, don’t make a big deal out of—” he shakes his head, “oh, we’re making a big fucking deal out of this.”
kix has a caretaking instinct that prioritizes your wellbeing over anything else. he feels guilty when he’s not there to prevent you from getting hurt, but he’s always there to fix up the damages. his eyes soften into a pained frown as he cradles the back of your head and strokes your hair. he kisses your scalp, whispering, “you’re safe now, you’re okay…” he waits for you to catch your breath. “can you tell me who did this to you?”
jesse is the type of guy to react to your pain like it’s his own. you already know he’s going to be pissed, so it doesn’t come as a surprise when a heavy glare shadows his expression, and he snaps, “who did this to you? which fucker was it—” you cut him off before he gets too riled up, whispering, “jesse, calm down, please…” he scowls and cups the back of your head to pull you into his chest protectively. “like hell i’ll calm down…”
hardcase feels like a bucket of cold water is dumped over his head when you’re hurt. the reality of your pain sobers him up faster than he can blink, and things aren’t so fun and games anymore. he settles you into his lap and lets you lean your weight on him, giving up all your strength. “hey…” he murmurs in your ear, his strong arms around you as you quiver in his embrace. “shit, what happened? who did this to you?”
gregor knows you’re tough enough to handle yourself, but he still freaks out at any blemish big or small. “who did this?” he asks, cocking his head to the side. “you want me to handle them for you?” you wave him off, “gregor, i’m fine…” but he’s not convinced, stroking a hand down your hair as he rasps, “you’re not fine, look at you…” he buries his face into the top of your head, kissing you softly. “c’mon, tell me who it was…”
howzer cups his hands around your face delicately, like you’re made of glass, exhaling raggedly as he presses a long, hard kiss to your forehead. his lips linger against your skin when he murmurs, “who did this to you?” and he slides his hands down to wrap you in a tight embrace. “tell me, and i swear he won’t ever put his hands on you again, yeah?” he pulls back, searching your eyes with his own, whispering, “you trust me?”
emerie concerns herself with taking care of you before asking any questions, but the silence drags on as she furrows her eyebrows and tentatively touches her fingertips to your wound. you don’t seem to react in discomfort, so she presses her hand down over the bandage, smoothing her touch out in a comforting circle. “you’re not going to tell me what happened?” she asks, kissing your shoulder, “who did this…?”
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Imagine being the gays at a pride event in 2004 living their lives when someone grabs the microphone and announces to the room that Ronald Reagan was pronounced dead. Can you even imagine the hype, the celebration, the pure elation
This is the Pride Month that It will happen. I feel it in my gay bones
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one genre of fanfiction that seems to have mostly disappeared since i became an adult is shenanigans-type fics. like not exactly crack but just "the gang goes to 7-11" type, extremely low-stakes plot stories. the beach episodes of fanfiction. i just feel like i don't see those around so much anymore. whered they go. i miss them :(
before someone screenshots this and posts it elsewhere this is me
Wholesome!König who is completely infatuated with you, but is too shy to ask you out.
You work at a coffee shop near base that he frequents in the mornings. He so rarely encounters civilian women that even seeing you in your sexless uniform, your hat and apron with funky little buttons pinned along the straps, stirs butterflies in his stomach for the first time in years. His favorite part of your appearance is the stunning smile you wear when speaking with customers.
Not him, of course. He downloaded the app so he could order ahead and just pick up - that way, he didn't have to talk to anybody. Online ordering is how he takes care of most of his business. Sometimes, you catch his eye when he goes to the pickup counter and give him a little nod or wave of acknowledgement that send him into temporary cardiac arrest. He's relieved when he can get back to his car and read your little sharpie messages in peace.
Drives me genuinely insane that kids-only spaces on the internet like Club Penguin were destroyed because companies realised that there’s only so much profit you can squeeze out of children with no disposable income, so now kids are being forced into adult spaces on the internet where the profit model is to find the most viewers you can passively expose to ads that nobody is clicking on so all online media is slowly turning into Mr Beast Elsagate nightmares, and for adults this means giving your ID to companies owned by businessmen with Epstein connections to keep the kids “safe.” Clown internet.