Welcome everyone to my blog and I hope you enjoy my mess of writing and random shit I reblog (I cannot be bothered to have more than one blog lol, sorry!) I've always been Maul-obsessed, and you're more than welcome to chat with me about my angry wet cat husband 🥰
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Headcanons are tagged with #Ninth Headcanons
Fics are tagged #Ninth Writes
Below is my list of currently posted headcanons and a link to my long Maul x OC: Gemini fanfic on AO3
Enjoy friends!
AO3 Fanfics:
A Tragedy of a Reckless Hope --- Maul comes across a Force user who is more than willing to be his apprentice. What he doesn't realize is just how well she will understand all of his pain.
Fics:
Piercings - Maul x Reader - You take your friend to get his first piercing (fluff!) - Submission to Maul Appreciation Week
Rainstorm - Maul x Reader - You and Maul are stuck in a rainstorm and must find shelter (fluff!) - Submission to Maul Appreciation Week
Oversized Hoodie - Maul x Reader - You lend Maul a hoodie to sleep in when he stays the night (fluff!) - Submission to Maul Appreciation Week
You Should See Me In A Crown - Maul x Reader - Maul shows you off on a throne (sensual) - Submission to Maul Appreciation Week
Headcanons:
Maul with a pet cat
Maul x Reader - Braiding their hair
Maul on a first date
Maul X Reader - Blaster practice
Smut
You're Not Done - Maul x F!Reader - Sharing you with Scorn and Icarus (also on AO3)
Enemies to Lovers - Maul x F!Reader - Submission to Maul Appreciation Week
F!Reader tries to steal something from a lavish home, not realizing who lives there, and the consequences of such thievery. (Set Pre-TPM)
warnings: rough, aggressive sex, Maul has a knot, aggressive size kink, MDNI, 18+, actual enemies to lovers because Maul is evil.
w/c: 6491
a/n: this was loosely imagined after the scene in The Batman (2022) where Batman and Catwoman have that sexy as fuck silent fight in the dark and he slams her on the table and she does that hip thrust to escape and it doesn't work? Yeah? That one? Yeah. This then turned into smut I wasn't planning on, but I decided to experiment with some stuff, such as knotting (which I've read but never written), and I hope you enjoy!
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You slipped into the residence completely undetected, sinking into the corners and shadows with ease. It was late, and no one should be awake at this hour anyway. You knew there was a rather infamous item located here, something that would make you so rich this would be your last job, and you could live perfectly happy for the rest of your life.
The rumors about the owner of this house, and the riches within were wild. He was a member of the senate, and had an interest in ancient relics, to one-of-a-kind armaments and jewellery. You also had heard the rumor that alongside his guard hounds and security droids, he also kept a horned man of shadows. This last rumor you found the most ridiculous. Most thieves and fences said that to meet the horned man meant you wouldn’t walk away with your life; but if that was the case, who had survived to tell the tale and start the rumour?
You crouched under a table as you waited for the security droid to pass by. You just needed to climb the stairs, cross the hallway, and get to the office. There, you would find your prize.
Rolling silently on the floor, you slithered through the blind spot of two droids, and then vaulted up the side of the staircase, clinging to its bannister for a moment before flipping over it and landing silently on the stairs. You slunk up to the hallway, sticking to the walls as you made your way to the office.
The door took only a moment to unlock, and you quietly stepped inside, shutting and locking the door again.
The office was empty, with a lavish desk, a great view of Coruscant, and art and statuettes everywhere! This place was a jackpot, but you only needed one thing, a priceless tiara of a fallen queen, lost to history and only just rediscovered.
Feeling the undersides of the desk, feeling for any edges or crevices along the walls, you finally found it. A hidden panel behind a painting. You got to work immediately, working your magic thieving touch on the safe in the wall. You were halfway through your work when the hair on the back of your neck rose.
Trusting your instincts, you dropped in a crouch, turning immediately.
Behind you stood a man, shrouded in black robes, and no features of his face could be made out except for two glowing yellow eyes, pinpricks in the dark.
You didn’t waste time. You bolted for the windows, but this man moved much faster than you had anticipated, and he cut off your escape, a punch aiming straight for your sternum. You knew how to fight, part of being a thief, but only enough for you to make distance between yourself and your opponent and escape.
You dodged the punch, retaliating with a sweeping kick, which this man jumped over. Unbalanced, he knocked you down easily with his own kick, your back stinging from his boot. You rolled with the impact though, popping back to your feet. He was between you and the window, and somehow, you needed to get around him.
Furiously, you tried every trick you knew, but apparently, he knew them all. He deflected and redirected every one of your attacks, the light of the city behind him silhouetting him so you only saw those glowing eyes surrounded by shadow.
Grunting, you gave it your all, breathing hard, many bruises smartening. You went for a brawling tackle, very much not your style, but your only option left. He caught you, redirected your energy, and then picked you up and slammed you down on the desk, winding you.
You instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist, as he pinned you down by the hands to the desk. You wrenched against him, trying to break his hold, but he was far too strong.
Finally, however, you could see his face. The city light filtered down onto you both, and you saw he was a man with angular, handsome features, his skin red and black, his lips pulled back in a furious snarl.
Then, you spied the horns.
You were so dead.
You had one final desperate trick left.
You turned your head, pulled his hand inwards, and bit down on his wrist, blood spurting into your mouth. He grunted as he instinctively pulled away his hand, freeing yours. Instantly, you grabbed a stupid statue on the desk and whipped it into his head, the contact solid enough that he released you unwillingly. Shoving him away with your legs, you didn’t wait. You sprinted to the windows, breaking one as you leapt through it, falling into the garden below.
Without looking back, you sprinted, never checking to see if that demon was following. You twisted through streets, slipping down into the lower levels as soon as you could, finally returning to the den safely.
There, you knew you were safe. There were a dozen or so thieves, and you all took care and looked after each other, having grown up on these streets together. It was a family built on blood and suffering, but it was what you had.
You recalled your tale to those who were waiting for your return, and they listened in awe as you detailed your fight.
After some food, a good drink of liquor, and a shower, you went to bed, thinking nothing else of the matter.
You woke with a hand on your mouth, two glowing embers staring at you in the dark, hovering over your bed.
“You believe you can steal from me?” the man whispered, his voice rather alluring, even with the circumstances. You panicked for just a moment, remembering all that had happened in the last day. Then, your body took over, self-preservation driving you immediately to action. Your hand snapped under your pillow, ripping out a knife and driving it into his arm.
The demon man didn’t say a word, but his hand slipped from your mouth, and your scream woke everyone else.
Well, everyone that was left alive. Those who were on guard were slain dead, the dim firelight outlining their pale, still corpses.
Screams rang up, and you stabbed again with the knife, several others coming to your aid with knives and blasters.
The demon man growled in annoyance, taking a hit from the blaster to the shoulder. You tried to tackle him down to make him an easier target, but then something strange occurred.
Everything around the demon man was flung away from him in a powerful wave of the Force. You knew of it, knew of the Jedi up on the surface, but now things made sense. This man would kill you and everyone here without thinking. He was merely holding himself back to give himself the challenge.
However, he was still one man being swarmed by over a half-dozen angry people. Another blaster shot came within an inch of his head, just as another thief threw a knife at his chest, the blade whizzing by as he slapped it down. He met your eyes one final time.
As quickly as he arrived, he left, disappearing in the chaos of the fight. You checked on everyone, on yourself, and besides those the man had killed, no one else was harmed.
You wept for the rest of your night, hating this man with every bitter nerve in your body.
You hated him for a long time.
You didn’t see him again for a while, but then, your desperation for money and revenge got the better of you.
The residence looked exactly how you remembered it. You snuck in on another late night, passing the security droids easily.
You were going to just steal as much as you could, but as you crossed the hallway, you heard a muffled cry, and then an old, raspy, gravelly voice respond.
“You are weak! There can be no weakness if I am to succeed, my apprentice.” That wasn’t the handsome voice you remembered from that horrible night.
“Apologies, my master.” That was the voice of the demon man. You would recognize it anywhere. You leaned into the door where this was occurring, not able to see anything, but able to hear it clearly. There was shuffling footsteps, and then a more confident, sure stomping or footsteps, as well as some electric clashing of some sort, like laser swords.
Then, a muffled cry of pain, a snarl of frustration.
“Again!” commanded the older voice, and they went through whatever it was once more, before suddenly, you heard the sound of lightning, a crackling burst of energy, followed immediately with merciless screaming of pain, of agony absolute from the demon man.
Tearing yourself away from the door, you ran down the hallway, snatching up a few items you didn’t think would be immediately noticed, stuffing them into your pockets as you ran from that cursed place. You didn’t understand what has happening, but you did know what torture sounded like. And that, that had been the worse you’ve ever heard it.
You sold the items easily, but your mind lingered on the demon man. He had killed your friends, and you hated him, but what if he hadn’t had a choice? It didn’t excuse him, of course, but you really couldn’t get his screaming out of your head. It rang like a bell every night, chasing you in your dreams.
A few more weeks passed before you needed to return, comfortable now with the rotation of the guards, the schedule of the senator who lived there. Whatever else was happening in that residence scared you, but you knew how to get in and out, and opulence like in that place made it easy to miss the small things. You figured you could have a few more scores from that place before you had to abandon it. You still wanted that tiara, but you were afraid of facing the demon man again, if you were honest with yourself.
The night tonight was darker than usual, and you ended up in a different part of the house, more like the visiting and guest areas. Here, you snagged a jewellery set and some antique pens on display. You were just sneaking to the kitchen to sneak out a window there when a shadow crossed your path.
“I didn’t believe you would return. How foolish.” Immediately those yellow eyes pinned you in place, and you fell to your crouch, ready to sprint away.
“You killed my friends, you monster,” you spat out, hands balling into fists. “Just let me walk away. You don’t need all of these stupid gold-plated things!” Your voice was a hiss in the dark.
He stepped forward, his face falling into a dim light, and you could see the snarl in his expression. “I cannot let you. It is a failure on my part to allow a thief to not only enter, but live.”
With that, something in your gut warned you to run. In the same moment, he unclipped something from his belt, and a deep hum sounded as his laser sword ignited, red and evil and lethal.
“Oh, you’re kidding,” you whispered, not understanding the significance of this moment. You didn’t understand what he was, what his weapon meant. You only knew fear, and the foreboding of death. “I just wanted to eat!” you yelled out before turning and sprinting as fast as you could. You didn’t care about the security droids, the stealth. You didn’t care about anything other than leaving alive.
You even dropped the things you’d stolen onto the ground just before bursting out of the front door, careening through the avenues and alleys, dropping down entire levels to try and escape. You ran for as long as your body would let you before collapsing, her lungs aching and heaving as you huddled in a dark corner somewhere, making sure you were safe before slinking your way, ashamed, empty-handed, home.
You went to sleep anxious, and woke anxious.
Three more nights came and went, and you didn’t see anything, and none of your thieves in the den went mysteriously missing. Just as you were relaxing, he set you on edge again.
You woke to find the jewellery set you’d tried to steal at the foot of your bed. Not only had he snuck back in again, he had been standing over your sleeping form! You hadn’t noticed somehow, but miraculously, no one had died. That was the most shocking part. His kindness however, did not go unnoticed.
You took and pawned the jewellery, eating well for the first time in a long time.
Thinking about the demon man, you felt sad again. He didn’t have to. Why had he? Did you owe him now? The only thing you could think of was by not ever going back to the residence, but that seemed… not enough.
You waited a week after the jewellery to return. You had no idea what you were doing, but you didn’t want him to have all the power. He did know where you slept, he could kill you at any time he pleased. That seemed unfair. The only thing you could think of was to at least say thank you.
Unfortunately, when you slipped in through the window in the kitchen, you could hear him screaming already. Your heart twisted a little at the sound. It was so primal, like he had had his humanity beaten out of him. You crouched, hidden in a closet for hours, the screaming continuing on and off. Finally, when you thought your sanity couldn’t take anymore, you heard the doors from the floor above open, and one set of feet left, travelling down to the main hallway, leaving the residence. You never saw who it was, but you didn’t care.
Waiting for another ten minutes, you didn’t hear anything from upstairs, so you used every stealthy muscle in your body to make your way upstairs to that room where you had heard the demon man screaming. You slowly, heart pounding, crept to the door, placing a hand on the wood. With the barest muscles of your hand, you pushed the door open. Peeking inside, you saw the demon man on his knees, bowed over, his chest heaving still. He slowly propped himself up, resting back on his heels, steadying his breathing, eyes closed.
He was shirtless, black pants and boots covering the rest of him. His skin was enchanting, marked beautifully between red and black. You slunk into the room, silent, closing the door behind you. It was the snap of the wood against itself that had him flying to his feet, eyes tearing into you from across the room.
He growled low in his handsome chest, teeth bared.
“What are you doing here?” his voice was ragged from the torture, but strangely, you saw no marks on his body, no cuts or bleeding or bruising. You stayed rooted in place, your back against the wall as you kept to the shadows. There was so little light in this room, just a bare few candles on a stand by the door.
“I wanted to say thank you, for the jewellery.” Your voice was so small, timid, scared. “I hope I’m not the cause of your…” you dropped off, not sure exactly how to say ‘torture’ out loud.
“I suffer because I am imperfect,” he spat, stepping a little closer, watching your form shrink against his advance towards you. You were still scared of him, you did still hate him in some ways, because of what he had done to your family of thieves. But he had done you a kindness, one he hadn’t needed to.
You nodded to him, unsure what to say. “I didn’t plan on stealing anything. I just wanted to say thank you.”
He was now only arms reach from you. He could kill you without a thought, you knew. But you were here, for some reason, still alive.
“That was an unnecessary risk. You should never have returned.”
You bit your lip, his eyes so intense on your face, your body. Was he scanning for an attack, or hunting for something else?
You raised your hands, palms up by your shoulders, facing him. “I’m not going to hurt you—”
He snapped out a harsh sound, eyes blazing in the dark. “You think you could hurt me? You do not understand what I am, who I serve. There is nothing you could do that would hurt me.”
You flinched at his voice, tucking yourself smaller. “I-I’m sorry,” you stammer, and that enrages him further. You understand he had just been going through a horrible experience, but it still scared you.
“I have no need of your frivolous niceties. You may leave, while I permit you to.”
You didn’t like that. You got a little annoyed yourself. “Fine!” you snap, uncurling from the wall, strutting to the door. “Suffer all alone then,” you grumbled, opening the door to check it was safe to slip out.
Behind you, his small voice cut through your irritation.
“Alone?” he repeated, standing poised, angry but not so volatile.
You rolled your eyes. “I heard you screaming for hours. I was going to try and be nice to you, try and make you feel better. Obviously, you don’t care for that. I won’t bother or steal from you again.”
His reply was cut off by you slipping from the room, snaking your way back home safely without any problems.
The only problem now was how you couldn’t think of anything else but him when you were alone, or distracted, or awake. All you could see at night was his bare chest, his slim, toned, strong form. He had such perfect grace as he had stalked toward you, his tattoos enchanting, drawing your eye down to wonder where else he was tattooed.
He was beautiful, and he consumed your thoughts for far too long.
You were just barely beginning to forget some of the details of his eyes when you woke up one morning, finely crafted gold pens at the foot of your bed winking at you.
The same night you pawned those off, you were back at that senator’s residence.
“This is so stupid,” you said to yourself, wiggling in through one of the windows. Things were much quieter this time around.
You were in the lower hallways when he found you.
“Do you break all of your promises this easily?” he called from the dark. You whirled around, finding him hidden in shadow, just his glowing eyes giving him away. He slunk backwards into a doorway, the darkness inhaling him. You slowly trailed after him, finding him in the centre of a small bedroom. Quite literally, there was nothing else in here except a bed to sleep.
“It wasn’t a promise not to bother you,” you defended, crossing your arms. “I just figured you wouldn’t want to see me, since it was so horrible last time you did.”
The demon man frowned, his tattoos bowing around his mouth. You should probably stop staring, but it was impossible.
He was so silent for a long time, long enough that you started shuffling on your feet, awkward.
“So… why the pens?” you started, scratching your neck nervously.
“I wanted to see you.” He answered simply. You blinked at him. He blinked back. “You said something to me I have so rarely heard before. You wanted to make me feel better.” He cocked his head, standing at a militant position of attention, staring at you so intensely you felt your face get hot. “How would that be?”
You swallowed loudly. Too loud. This room was so quiet, so confined. It was just the two of you, and you had no idea what to say.
“I… I don’t know. I haven’t… haven’t thought about it.”
He narrowed his eyes so very slightly.
“You’ll have to lie better. You have been thinking of me constantly. You know precisely how you’d comfort me."
All the blood in your body rushed to your face. He was just guessing! There was no way he knew of the dirty thoughts you’d been having each night, remembering the breadth of his chest, the handsomeness of his face, the intensity of his eyes.
A little smile curled on his lips, and you felt your knees go weak. “You believe I was being punished because of your thievery. That is partially true.” He stepped towards you, and you barely held your ground.
“I never wanted for that to happen to you,” you said, his eyes darkening for a moment. “I don’t want you to suffer because of me!” you got angry again, realizing something. “You keep stealing things for me! You’re doing this to yourself, and blaming me!”
He came closer, the closest he’d ever been. You felt his warm breath on your face, curling like a caress around your neck. “Not quite. I am suffering because of your thievery, and my own failures. Now, I would like for you to make me feel better.”
A shiver trailed up your spine at his low, sultry voice.
His face was so serious, so hungry, as he looked at you. Power and rage radiated off of him, barely held in check in this moment. And all you wanted to do was kiss him until you were drunk off of it, to run your hands along his tattoos, explore where each of them went. As if reading your thoughts, you saw his eyes spark brighter, his head leaning in closer.
“You need only do it,” he whispered to you, his mouth right beside your jaw. “Soothe the ache you’ve caused with your delinquency.”
A little whimper left your mouth, and you couldn’t help yourself. He had done evil things, but also kind things, but in this moment, neither of those perspectives mattered. There was only how much you wanted him to fill your needy cunt.
You grabbed the front of his robes with both hands, pulling him in and capturing his mouth with yours, hungry for his taste.
Whatever control you thought you would have was erased instantly.
This man grabbed both of your wrists in his one hand, slamming you backwards against the wall to pin you there, your hands above your head.
His kisses were hard and invasive and sharp, teeth and tongue working in equal measure to make your core ignite with desire. You loved how wild he was, how unrefined and uncontrolled. You whimpered into his mouth, arching your back off the wall to try and get closer.
He wouldn’t let you. He pressed your back to the wall with his free hand on your stomach. His hand then dropped to your waistband, unbuckling your pants easily. There was no ceremony to it, no warning, as his hand dove between your legs, deft fingers running through your slick folds.
He didn’t say anything as he plunged a finger into your cunt, kissing you harder as you gasped, swallowing your moan.
He pumped his finger in you for a few moments before adding a second, not caring too much about his technique, whether you liked it or not. Something about his demand, his total dominance in the moment turned you on, and you felt yourself clench down on his fingers pumping in and out of you.
You felt his fingers stroking that one spot inside your pussy that was always neglected, and you melted under him, opening your legs wider, wishing desperately you could just remove your clothes entirely.
Again, as if reading your mind, he pulled back, dropping your pinned hands. He pulled his hand from your pussy, his fingers glistening with your arousal. Without asking, he put those two fingers in your mouth, holding your jaw firmly in place.
“Undress,” he growled. You obeyed eagerly, kicking off your quiet shoes and yanking off your clothes as fast as you could, all the while holding his fingers in your teeth as you sucked them clean.
Once you were naked, he shed himself of his robes, undressing his upper body to reveal your temptation to you once more. You reached for his pants, whimpering a little in need. He grabbed your hands, snarling. You felt a sliver of fear slide into you, but his hands on your naked body, his mouth back on yours, wiped away any concerns as lust took over once again.
He mauled your tits, dragging his hands over your body without mercy, fingers digging into the fat on your ass and thighs. His hands slipped between your legs, one hand sliding two fingers inside of you again, and the other pinning you flat against the wall again, a thumb finding your clit and pressing hard on it. You bucked your hips, reaching for him again.
This time he allowed it. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, pulling him in close.
You were wrapped in pleasure. His hands on and in you were perfectly brutal, knowing no kindness or reserve, they pulled the pleasure from your body forcefully, making you lose all sense of control, of right and wrong.
He pulled his hands off of your pussy, and you heard a thump, followed by two more, and the unbuttoning of his pants before you realized he was undressing himself fully.
You moaned into his mouth, your hands instantly shooting down to his cock. When you felt it, you froze, pulling away from his incessant kiss. Looking down, you were astounded. It was thick and heavy, so much so that it bobbed downwards instead of up against his stomach like you were used to from Human men. In your hands, it looked incredible, and you felt your mouth watering at the sight of it. It was red, a very dark red. He did have tattoos at the base of it, but none on the shaft or head.
You looked up to him, a smile on your face. At your expression, his stern face became even sterner, his brows crinkling together. You didn’t hesitate to sink to your knees, hands stroking his shaft while you licked the head as prettily as you could, scooping the drooling line of precum from him. He tasted incredible, and you moaned onto his cock. He held back a grunt, but his hips gently pressed forward, wanting more.
Being very brave, you opened your mouth, trying to stuff his thick, heavy head onto your tongue. You could barely manage it, but he really didn’t seem to mind the teeth or the strain. In fact, he seemed to be loving it. He was watching you so intently, as if trying to memorize everything you were doing, everything he was feeling.
Sucking hard, you tried to bob your head, tried to swirl your tongue, tried to do it all, but he was just so big in your mouth all you could think about was how he was going to stuff your pussy so full. You spent a minute or two slobbering over his cock before he wrenched his hips back, his dick glistening with your spit.
You had no time to react or think as he hoisted you into his arms, wrapping your legs around his waist as he pressed you against the wall, pinning you there.
You gasped a little at the force of it, but then he held you with his hands beneath your knees, pulling back to line his thick cock at your hungry, aching pussy. You felt unprepared for this, but didn’t care. You needed to make him feel better.
He pressed forward, his head splitting you open beyond what you thought possible. When it finally slipped inside your pussy, you choked out a moan, completely falling apart. There was no way you were going to survive this.
The demon man didn’t stop. He pushed more of his heavy cock inside you, pumping himself slowly back and forth to work his cock into your cunt. You were stretched to your limit, feeling far more pain than pleasure in this moment. He was filling your pussy with so much cock you felt yourself shaking, on the verge of breaking to pieces already.
Wordlessly, he finally seated himself to the hilt, bruising your walls without mercy. His gorgeous head tilted back as he basked in the pleasure, his neck muscles straining with delight.
“I feel much better,” he grunted, turning back to you after a moment. His eyes were such a bright yellow, completely drunk with lust. Your legs were locked in his hands, and his pelvis now pinned yours to the wall. You were at his mercy, and you knew that was going to be so very little.
You held onto his arms and shoulders, staring down at your overstuffed cunt as he set a demanding, burning pace. His thrusts were long and angry, his hips slamming you roughly into the wall over and over. You watched as his red cock sawed out of your pussy, covered in your slick. It was so erotic seeing how stretched out you were for him, how ruined you would be.
And it felt incredible. The pain was fucked into pleasure, into something that redefined what pleasure even was for you. His cock reached and bruised and fucked places inside you that you hadn’t felt before, and you couldn’t stop moaning and grunting as you watched him ram in and out of your cunt.
“Fuck,” you panted, hands coming to his neck, holding onto either side of his collar. “What even is your name?” It was ridiculous in the moment to ask then, but such things were not of your concern at the moment.
He smirked at you, burying his impressive dick inside you and holding still, your slick arousal pressing out from around your plugged entrance, making you shiver at the sight.
“Maul,” he snarled, whipping you from the wall and onto the bed, somehow keeping himself inside of you as he changed positions.
You felt him grind deeper into you from on top, bracing his hands on either side of your head as you laid there, spreading your legs wide to let him get even deeper.
“Oh, Maul, oh!” you bucked in pleasure as he reached deeper, the sound of his cock fucking into you filling the room. You moaned his name over and over, until he pulled out of you, and you felt so empty. You whined, angry, but he was a step ahead of you.
He flipped you over, bringing your knees up and under you. You assumed your position, rising onto your hands, looking behind to see him mount you again, filling you deliciously. You were addicted already, you knew.
If you thought his pace before was brutal, while he was behind you, he set a pace that was better called violent. It was so fast and needy and demanding that you could barely endure it.
You screamed out as pain and pleasure mingled, and that only seemed to encourage him. You felt like he was going to break you, or seriously damage you, so you tried to pull away, but he wouldn’t allow that.
“No,” he snarled, pushing your head down into the bed, making you fall onto your elbows. “Take it.”
So you did.
In this position he hit deeper still, but every stroke hit your g-spot, and the pleasure outweighed the pain. And you took it so perfectly.
He bullied his thick cock into your sore, bruised, stretched out pussy, giving you only grunts and groans in praise, his hands locked on your hips to keep you in place. His stamina was incredible, and you truly had no idea how long this was going to last. You weren’t sure how much longer you could take this.
His hand pressed between your shoulder blades, and you laid your chest completely on the bed, moaning his name in a filthy way. Now, you knew there was no stopping your orgasm.
You looked to the side, staring up at this beautiful demon fucking you to oblivion. He was intently watching how his cock stroked in and out of you at its wild pace, an almost angry expression on his face as pleasure wracked his body.
You felt it start then, as he looked at your face. He stared at you, his eyes honed like daggers on yours. Your orgasm built higher and higher, and he just stared at you as you felt it climb.
“Say my name,” he commanded, his luxurious voice helping send you over the edge. You screamed out as your orgasm swept you away, but you do know you were screaming his name.
He fucked you through it, completely possessed in his own pleasure, unable to stop pounding his thick dock into you.
As you slowly came down, he finally tore out of you, slipping himself underneath you, lining himself at your dripping, gaping cunt one last time.
You wrapped your arms around his neck, resting your cheek on his chest as he filled your pussy and thrust up into you again, setting a shallower, quicker pace than before. This was immediately lighting you on fire, and you couldn’t stop your whines and whimpers.
Maul’s hands moved you where he wanted. One went to your chin, raising your head up so he could kiss you as much as he wanted. You let him, opening your mouth up for him readily. You didn’t care how sloppy it was, you wanted as much of him as you could devour.
His other hand gripped your waist tight, lifting you up and down as he thrust, and you felt as his motions got jerkier, more uncontrolled.
You realized he was going to fill you with his cum whether you wanted him to or not. That for some reason, made you clamp down on his cock in pleasure, some part of your brain aroused at the idea of his cum dripping down your legs.
He growled roughly, hissing out his grunt of pleasure as he came inside of you, his thick cock plugging you so full of his cum that you felt it leaking out and onto your thighs. He kept thrusting up into you as he came, his cum smearing all over you and him, sticky on your pelvis and thighs as it rubbed and spread between the two of you. He took a scoop of it on a finger, shoving it into your mouth, holding your tongue down with his finger as he yanked your jaw open, staring at you as you swallowed his taste.
“Prepare yourself,” Maul grunted, eyes closed tightly as he strained in pleasure. You were confused for a second, wondering what he meant, then you felt it.
Oh, you were not ready for this.
The knot at the base of his cock created enormous pressure at the entrance of your pussy, and you whined at the sensation.
“It won’t fit!” you whimpered from around his finger, pulling back to free yourself. His hand slipped from your mouth, instead going to your waist, gripping you tight. You wiggled, his knot straining every limit of your body as you tried to sit up. He yanked you down.
“Yes, it will.” He ground you down on his cock, forcing you to receive his knot. You yelped at the pain, but it worked. You felt as it popped inside of your ruined cunt, slowly filling you further and further, leaving you completely breathless. The pressure, the stretch was so intense you thought you were going to orgasm again, his cock lodged inside of you so tightly that breathing felt strained.
He was so snug inside of you that you weren’t dripping his cum anymore and any shift you made sent ripples of pleasure through both of you. You wiggled a little to test this, gasping as your orgasm rocked right to the edge, threatening to spill over.
Maul grinned evilly, bringing you close, pressing your chest against his, kissing you with no mercy. Then, he thrust his hips up into you, shoving his knot even deeper. You screamed a little into his mouth, his arms locking you in place so tight you couldn’t even turn your head. You had to kiss Maul, and had to take as he fucked his knot so deep inside of you it split you in half.
You came hard. Hard enough that your body couldn’t even make a sound; hard enough that Maul gasped beneath you in pain or pleasure, you didn’t know, as you clamped down on his cock; hard enough that you didn’t realize you fainted for a moment until you were blinking your eyes open again.
He kissed you roughly, and you could barely comprehend what to do, kissing back on instinct, rocking your hips as his tongue filled your mouth. Maul hissed, yanking your hips down, and holding them there tight.
“Don’t move,” he whined, biting her lip, sucking on it. “Sensitive.”
You were stuck for twenty minutes like this, just feeling swollen and abused, being kissed the whole time messily by a man who had almost literally rearranged your organs as his knot kept you locked by the pussy to his body. Slowly, his cock deflated, and you felt as all the fluids inside started weeping out of you, but you almost didn’t want to leave. That had been so incredible, as demanding as it was. Soon though, you knew you needed to at least make sure your body wasn’t broken. You pressed up on shaky arms, and you rolled to the side. His cock slid out of your swollen pussy with little effort, but the sensation of it finally leaving you made you gasp. You were so limp and empty now, and you felt your legs tremble as you laid down beside him.
Immediately, both you and him flooded out of your pussy and down your legs, and you felt with a trembling hand just how stretched you were.
“Uhn,” you grunted, sliding away to give him room as well. He looked peaceful, even if his monster cock was sprawled over his thigh, covered in the two of you.
“So, did I make you feel any better?”
He cracked open an eye, a tiny little smirk on his lips. Fuck, you wanted to kiss them again already. “Much better.”
You managed to make it home somehow, and a few days passed before you felt like you were able to walk properly again. You figured that Maul was finished with you, had gotten what he wanted, and you could live with that. You weren’t sure what he even was, who he was, but that one night had been amazing enough for one lifetime.
Or, so you thought, until you woke up one morning shortly after and found a little box of rings at the foot of your bed.
Oh, you couldn’t wait for tonight to meet your lover.
a/n: this is loosely exactly how I got my helix piercing which I got because I wanted to match Maul lmao.
~*~*~*~
“It’s not going to be that bad,” you say to your moody friend, your smile bright against his nervous pout.
He grumbles, but follows you into the store regardless. It smells sharp and medical in here, there is a buzz coming from the back, people talking. The walls are littered with art and designs for tattoos, and there’s a few people waiting around, chatting.
Your friend, Maul, gathers himself. He wanted to do this, he knew you had a place to recommend, and now it was time. You see as he stills his features, a determination solidifying through his body. He already has many tattoos, although he won’t talk about them, but this is his first piercing.
You have several already, and you knew they caught Maul’s attention, which is why you were friends in the first place. He never talked about himself, never alluded to why he was here, where he was going, what kind of childhood he had, but he was a steady, reliable presence at your side now.
“I’d like to get a piercing, in my ear,” he said cooly to the human woman at the front counter, her body covered in tattoos. She smiled at Maul, handing him a little chart of where he could get it placed.
“I recommend the lobe,” you say to him, pointing to it on the chart. “It heals the easiest and the fastest.”
He scrunched his nose just a little. That was not worthy of him. You already knew he was a hard man, who took the hardest options because only then would he be remotely challenged. Nothing else, no sense of comfort or ease was good enough for him.
“Well, if you want it to hurt, go for the helix. It’ll take months to heal.”
Maul perked at that, a hand going to the top of his ear, following the curve of his shell.
“Yes, that will do.”
The woman handed them over to a Twi’lek man who was more metal than flesh in his face, and he marked the spot on Maul’s ear, handing him a mirror to inspect the location. You watched as Maul made him adjust it once, and then twice, before nodding in agreement. With that finished, Maul was placed in a chair, and the man busied himself with prepping for the procedure.
“Nervous?” you asked him, leaning over him as you smiled. His face was stoic and neutral as always, but his eyes did meet yours.
“This will be nothing,” he said evenly. “But it will be mine.”
You weren’t sure what exactly that meant, Maul was fairly cryptic a lot of the time, but you didn’t push him on this one like you sometimes did the others.
The piercer game back over, looking happy to be doing his job. “We ready?” he asked, Maul nodding. The piercer looked at you, smiling easily. “Want to hold your friend’s hand?”
Maul scrunched his nose in that way he did when he was displeased, but you held out your palm, grinning cheekily. You didn’t expect him to take your hand, but it was funny to offer.
You were very surprised when he did slide his palm against yours. His hand was warm, the skin a lot rougher than you imagined it would be. You curled your fingers against his, clasping him securely, but not tightly.
“Alright, big breath in,” stated the piercer, lining up the needle with the placement Maul had approved. Maul’s chest rose high, and as he exhaled, the piercer pushed the needle through his cartilage. You would never say a word, and Maul would never mention it, but you did feel him squeeze your fingers a little tighter for just a moment.
The piercer finished installing the stud, and he stepped back, Maul dropping your hand.
He sat up, then got to his feet, looking into the mirror that the piercer handed him. You immediately loved it, thinking that it suited Maul perfectly.
“Excellent,” he said to the piercer, handing the mirror back.
You paid for the whole affair, calling it a gift, smiling happily at him.
Maul looked at you, quiet. “Thank you,” he said, his voice low. You waved a hand, chuckling at his reserved mood. “You’re welcome, but don’t mention it. Just a little token of my appreciation.”
Neither of you realized how late it had gotten. It was a few hours past midnight now, and it wasn’t until you yawned that Maul looked at the clock, freezing in place. He was never one to be so lax, to lose his sense of time and place.
You had completely unarmed him. Somehow, in talking with you, comfortable in your apartment, you had done something no one else had. You had made him feel safe.
“Oh, wow, I really didn’t mean to keep you up!” you said in a flurry now, rising to drop your cups of tea into the sink. “I know you have to leave early in the morning, I shouldn’t have kept you so long!”
Maul watched as you scurried about, rising to his full height slowly. He knew this apartment well, had been over for tea many times. It had started so simply months ago, just a chance of fate, and now Maul felt comfortable here, safe and warm in a way he was so unfamiliar with it almost made him want to run.
But then you turned back to him, eyes wide and tired, but your smile so full and pure just because of your night-long conversation. Maul really didn’t want to leave. He saw as a blush rose over your features, and you bit your lip the way you did when nervous.
“Yes?” Maul asked, raising a brow to you. He liked the way you looked away, shy. It was rather adorable.
You needed to clear your throat a few times before the words would unstick. “You could sleep here if you want.”
Maul blinked, tilting his head at you. Had he heard you correctly?
“I mean,” you stammered, “It’s just so late already, and I know you need to leave for your mission early, but I am closer to the dockyard, and—” You realized you were coming up with far too many excuses.
A small smile tugged at Maul’s stern mouth.
He had never anticipated that someone could capture his attention like this. Perhaps it was your conversational skills, the ones that constantly kept him engaged, that had first sparked his interest at your first invitation for him to join you for tea at the café. Soon, it was an invitation to your apartment, where Maul really started to open up, where all of his philosophies and perspectives really began to shine. And you hadn’t turned from him, hadn’t been dissuaded. Instead, you rose to his challenges, becoming an endless source of entertainment for Maul.
“If you would be so generous, I would be happy to accept.”
He watched your face light up a little, and you hurriedly moved away to your bedroom for a moment. Maul trailed you slowly, peeking in to your room for just a moment before you turned back, a floppy bundle in your arms.
“You can have these to sleep, and the bedroom. I’ll take the couch.”
Maul frowned as he took the bundle, which were clothes to sleep in. “Don’t be ridiculous, I won’t have your bed—”
You cut him off. “Hey, it’s my fault you’re not in your own bed yet! I kept us up way too long. Besides, you are far too tall for my couch.”
Unfortunately, Maul couldn’t argue about that. Your couch was comfortable, but it sat two happily, meaning his long metal legs would be dangling over the edge if he laid down.
“As you wish,” Maul grumbled, moving to the refresher to change.
He pulled his robes off, standing shirtless in your refresher. Trying not to really look at his reflection, he slipped on the loose pants, obviously a very old pair of yours that had been worn and stretched beyond your use.
The enormous hoodie you had given Maul made him pause. He held it out in front of himself, looking at the local university logo on the front. He pulled it on, the hood catching on his horns. He did finally look in the mirror then to just ensure he didn’t tear the garment as he freed it from his head.
He glanced at himself, thinking that he looked ridiculous. The hoodie draped shapelessly over him, the sleeves falling past his fingertips. If it was this huge on him, how the hell had you ever worn it?
Folding his clothes neatly, he stepped from the refresher, finding that you had made your bed on the couch, and the door to your room was held open for him.
Maul watched as you glanced at him, a giggle rising from you.
“I don’t think I’ve ever dressed so undignified,” Maul huffed, and you giggled again.
“That sweater was a gift from my dad when I arrived here to study. Somehow he got the wrong size, like, really wrong. But I’m happy it can finally get worn by someone who fits it, somewhat.”
Maul breathed a quiet laugh, shaking his head a little bit.
“Sleep well,” he said after a moment, turning to your bedroom, closing the door softly. Maul stood for a very long moment at the door, listening to you settle down, your breathing falling deeper, more even.
He quietly went along your room, exploring it. He gently touched the spines of the books you owned, catalogued the figurines you had, the paintings, the awards, the art supplies tossed everywhere. He didn’t snoop explicitly, like going through your sketchbooks, but he did investigate every nook and cranny.
Finally, getting his fill of who you were as a person through your possessions, he settled onto your bed, sitting on it slowly. With grace, he tucked himself in, using the Force to turn the lights off. Slowly, relaxing muscle by muscle, he settled in, wary of his horns on your pillow. In the dark, he was surrounded by your scent, your warmth, your safety, and your generosity.
Yes, here, he was safe.
And he had the best sleep he’d had in a very long time.
Maul and gnc!reader get caught in a rainstorm, and have to find shelter.
warnings: none
w/c: 1631
a/n: this is all fluff babey!
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The sky turned darker, and you could smell rain on the wind.
“We should stop here and find some shelter before the rain comes,” you call out to your partner, his horned head tilting just enough for you to know he was considering your words.
Considered, and rejected. “No, the rain will not deter us.”
You sighed, hiking your bag higher on your shoulder as you continued. The jungle planet was warm and the terrain rugged, your legs aching from the hike. You were trying to scope out a rival’s hidden base, needing to go on foot to avoid detection. Maul had hired you as a tracker and scout for a job a few months ago, and somehow you’d stayed on long enough that he trusted you for this two-person mission.
And yet, he still wouldn’t defer to your judgement.
Annoyed but unable to do much else, you followed him for another ten minutes, until the first drops of rain began.
“Maul, we really should—”
“We keep on, and use the rain as cover!” he snapped, turning and walking on. You grumbled to yourself, but followed, against your better judgement.
The rain quickly became more than just a few drops. It began to come down in torrents, sheets of water pounding on the two of you.
Quickly, the both of you became unable to see further ahead, and you knew that you were bound to get lost. The rain was also so thick it was interfering with comms, not that Maul would allow for your signal to be given away through comms just yet.
The terrain became a rocky uphill slope, and the trees thinned a bit as well. Groaning with the effort, you followed Maul. You opened your mouth to say something, when the rain-slicked ground you stepped on betrayed you. Tumbling to the side, you quickly scrambled, but there was no purchase on the rock.
Suddenly, an invisible force lifted you in the air, saving you from rolling all the way down the slope. Maul held his hand in the air, and you breathed in relief, although you could barely see Maul through the rain.
He set you back on your feet, and without saying a word, set back down the slope, the two of you hunting for shelter desperately.
You spotted a small cave in the side of the slope, barely deep enough for you to lie down and not have your feet stick out, but tall enough for Maul to stand.
Soaking wet, shivering, you and Maul collapsed into the cave, Maul settling himself with ease as he kneeled on the ground, slowly piecing himself back into a regal lord.
You, on the other hand, were a wet sack of a person, shaking and chattering through your teeth, your clothes completely drenched. Slowly, you sat up, resting against the opposite wall to Maul, and opened your pack.
Your hands shook as you took out a towel, then a small gas stove. It took a few tries, but you eventually got it going, the towel draped over your shoulders as you got a small pot of water boiling.
“What are you doing?” Maul asked, watching you.
“Hot. Tea. Warm up.” You said it through clattering teeth, amazed that he was so still and calm. Neither of you said anything else as you finished boiling the water, making two tin cups of tea, setting his on the floor by his knee, taking yours up to your face to inhale the steam, clasping it dearly.
In silence, the two of you sat, Maul gently sipping his tea after a moment while your shivering slowly died down. You got a few ration bars out of your pack as well, and then not caring at all about Maul seeing you or not, you switched your wet shirt for a dry one, breathing a sigh of relief once you threw the wet shirt to the ground with a slap.
Finally, when you were calmer, you sat and stared out of the entrance of the cave, watching the deluge come down.
“I told you so,” you said tiredly, side-eyeing Maul.
He frowned at you. “I did not expect a storm of this nature,” he replied cooly.
“Doesn’t matter, you should have listened to me.”
He took his time taking a sip of tea before responding. “I concede that I do pay you for just that purpose, your wisdom in such matters, however, it would have been advantageous to use the rain as cover on our approach.”
Rolling your eyes, you turned away. He sat perfectly in your peripheral now, as you watched the storm in the forest. “It’s not like the base is going to up and move. It’ll still be there when the rain ends.”
“I understand,” he said quietly. “I simply wanted to return us home as soon as possible.”
Home. Was that place home now?
“Yeah, I guess it is,” you muttered to yourself.
“Pardon?” Maul asked, voice unknowingly hypnotic.
“Home. I didn’t think I’d ever have one again, but I guess I do now.” It had been a few months, but you really enjoyed your life alongside Maul. It felt like a weird little ragtag family with his brothers and the Mandalorian commandos.
“What makes you say that?” His voice was quiet, gentle. You watched in the corner of your eye as he took another sip of tea, watching you carefully.
You shrug. “I’ve just been moving around for so long, from job to job, whatever kept me fed, kept a roof over my head. Now… I don’t know, it just feels like home with you and the others.”
Maul silently nodded, and the silence stretched on for far too long.
“Does it feel like home to you?” Your voice was tiny, scared, vulnerable.
You saw as Maul turned his head to the rain, breathing deeply, exhaling sharply. It took him a long time to respond. “The most home that I have ever had.” He paused, closing his eyes. His mouth was tight for a moment, his hands gripping the cup hard. “Every home I have ever considered mine were ripped from me. Even the places I loathed most in my life are gone now, and while I don’t yearn for those years, I have nothing to say is mine, is where I was raised.”
This had been becoming more frequent, these glimpses into Maul, into his life, into his past, tragic as it all was. You knew this was something private and budding between the two of you, something he reserved so rarely when there was nothing but you and silence.
“It’s not so important,” you said, slowly shifting so you were closer to him. “You can make a better home now, and you have.”
Maul slowly unfurled just enough to sit next to you, shoulder to shoulder now, the both of you staring out at the rainstorm.
“Yes, I have.”
Whatever you two had, this budding friendship into familiarity, you had never intentionally touched one another for the sake of it. With a trembling, cold, daring hand, you touched his wrist, his entire body going rigid, his hand curling into a fist instantly.
“I’ve had a few different homes growing up,” you whispered, “but I like this one the most. I feel safest here. With you.”
You kept watching the rain, staring at the way the leaves and grasses bent and curled and bounced around. Maul kept staring ahead as well, until he slowly, gently, unfurled his fist, relaxing at your touch after several tense moments.
“I have so rarely been safe. Yet… I know what it is. Even on a strange planet caught in a rainstorm, I know I am safe. Your touch is proof of that.”
You knew he had been abused severely as a child, having pieced it together from his words and his actions, and lack thereof, but this was the most directly he’s ever spoken of it.
“You know, as a kid, I used to be afraid of the rain? I thought it was going to flood our town and wipe everything away, take it all from me.” You finished your tea, setting the cup down to the side. You leaned in slightly, touching your temple to his shoulder, not quite resting your head on him. “Strange to think about, considering it was the rain that gave me this moment.”
You felt his muscled shoulder tense, and then relax ever so slowly at your weight. Maul’s hand turned, and he moved his arm to gently fold your hand in his, holding your hand for the very first time.
“As a child, I wished the rain would come. I wished that it would put out the fires of the planet I was on, that it would wash me clean of my pain…”
And miraculously, you felt as he tipped his jaw against your head, mindful of his sharp horns. You held so still, feeling your first contact with Maul. He was so reserved, so far removed from such simple notions as affection, that you weren’t sure how to react. You had been growing closer and closer, and now you had received this gift, all because of the rain.
You leaned into Maul a little easier, winding your fingers through his. And he let you, leaning back into you with equal measure. You smiled to yourself, enjoying the comforting scent of rain mingled with his cologne, muted and melted into his skin. Yes, this smelled like home.
“You know, I think I like the rain now.”
Maul hummed in response, giving your hand the tiniest squeeze, his voice lighter and more relaxed than you had ever heard it. “I should have listened to you sooner. Let us hope the rain lasts a little longer.”
Maul Appreciation Week Prompt "You Should See Me In A Crown"
Maul is putting you on display. (gnc! reader x Maul)
warnings: none, a little sensual but no true NSFW content.
w/c: 1060
a/n: this is loosely inspired by the Throne Scene in ACOTAR (you will know the one if you've read it.) I know this is really late, but thats okay!
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You were here to be Maul’s display of prowess, of his immutable command over everyone in the room. You were gorgeous, dressed in your best, most revealing outfit. You needed to display to the room just exactly what they were all missing out on, on what only Maul could taste.
There was a throne at the end of the large room, and visitors all parted for Maul as he guided you on his arm towards it. There were Rodians with glittering eyes watching you move, Twi’leks and Pantornas envious of your build, your grace, as you walked beside the Zabrak who commanded them all. Pykes, Humans, and even a Hutt or two were present, all watching with narrowed eyes.
The warm orange and yellow lanterns above cast Maul’s shadow down onto the red carpet beneath your feet, the dark grey marble of the stone making the red look dark like blood. Mandalorian guards stood along the high arching walls, their armour clean and gleaming for the event. Everyone who meant anything was here to witness Maul, to see just how much wealth he could waste on them all in the farce of keeping them happy.
You made it to the throne, and Maul directed that you sit on the wide arm of it, he himself taking his seat elegantly, regal in that motion as he was with all others.
Perching the way he instructed, you held your head high, impervious to their glares, their snickers, their insinuations. Let them think all that they wanted. You knew it was only because it made their own failure hurt less. All of them wanted to be where you were, at Maul’s side, his jewel to parade.
People approached Maul with pleasantries, all of them bowing their heads at the two of you, some even trying to compliment you on your shoes or what you did with your jewellery. Mostly, they kept their eyes down, wary of Maul. He was territorial, after all.
A member of Black Sun approached, barely glancing at you. He spoke harshly with Maul, clearly unhappy. Tuning in to their conversation, you felt your expression fall from its airy, faintly amused poise.
“You promised us that much, Lord Maul. I want what I am owed,” said the man.
Maul huffed a little, leaning back slightly. He reached for you, his hand winding around your back, resting on your hip. “You need more patience, Markus.” That was all Maul replied with, watching him astutely as his hand wandered on your hip. Your clothes were exposing, putting you on display, and Maul’s gloved thumb ran across the flesh of your waist every now and again, where your outfit left your skin revealed to all.
“I have been patient, Lord Maul. I want my money in my pocket, not wasted on these extravagances.” Markus’ eyes flicked to you for a moment, and you held your features as neutral as you could manage.
“It is my money to waste, Markus, not yours. Keep that in mind before speaking with me again.”
In such a clear dismissal, Markus had no choice but to back away, letting someone else approach if they dared. A few more did, mostly offering unauthentic compliments, but Maul’s hand continued on your waist the entire time, blurring everything in your memory except the feel of his touch.
At one point, Maul pulled you in closer, setting you fully on his lap. You wound your arms around his shoulders, careful to avoid his horns as you leaned in close to him, resting your head on his shoulder. He continued to receive guests, not pausing, not faltering one moment as he spoke with them, his hands all over your body.
One hand was around your shoulders, trailing up and down your tricep lazily. His other hand was far more daring. It was slipped between your thighs, just resting there above your knees as you sat in his lap.
Your breathing was not nearly so even any more.
He was so calm and princely as he held you, never once alluding to your presence in his lap and he discussed his business with those who approached. His fingertips continued their slow crawl up and down the back of your arm, his other hand never moving from where it was nestled.
You were unaware of the time, the people, so focussed on his hands, their warmth even through leather.
Then, his thumb began to rub on your thigh, languidly, as if a mindless, thoughtless motion. But nothing about Maul was such, and he was very much doing this on purpose.
Your chest rose and fell a little more deeply, a little more erratically.
A Hutt approached, and while you couldn’t speak the tongue, it was no matter for Maul. You felt the Hutt’s eyes on you the entire time, and Maul responded by being more possessive.
His hand trailed higher up your thighs, slowly stroking in a circle up and down, from hip to knee, almost painfully slow. There was no rush at all; he had all the time in the world with you here on his lap.
His other hand moved from your arm to under it, now trailing up and down along your ribs. The outfit left your upper ribs beneath your armhole exposed, and you resisted how ticklish his dainty touch was. He was so gentle and indolent, unbothered by how your heartbeat raced.
He was taking for himself every second to enjoy both the feel of you, and the way you reacted to him. And there was nothing you could do. He had all the power here, just as he had designed.
You could not escape him any less than these criminals could. You were his symbol of authority, of effortless power, and you were more than happy to be trapped in his arms, on display for everyone to witness his competence and strength of will.
For now, you were more than happy being his little pet, sitting with him on his throne, and basking in his attention. Throughout the entirety of the evening, he never once stuttered, never once was distracted. Even with a beautiful thing like you in his lap, melting under his sensual touch, he was in control, he was the authority, he was the king here. He wore no crown, but he didn’t need one.
a feel like the new generation of fanfic readers NEED to understand that clicking on a fic (interaction) does nothing. ao3 has no algorithm. your private discord discussions of fic do not reach the authors. if you do not actively engage with writers they will stop posting. this isn’t social media this is community.
figuring out how maul’s cybernetics would work is a constant push-pull between ‘you deserve to be at peace with your body” and ‘both of your prosthetic rigs were issued to you when you were out cold by other people who didn’t have your best interests in mind, the lotho minor wound healing situation is fucking awful and seems like it never got dealt with, you deserve better prosthetics and probably extensive reconstructive surgery’
I passed a flower shop next to a tattoo shop and at first I laughed because I thought it was ironic and then i freaked because IMAGINE YOUR OTP IN A FLORIST/TATTOO ARTIST AU
Namaygoosisagagun First Nation/Collins has burned to the ground. The entire community is nothing but ashes after being quickly consumed by wildfires. They did not have any support from emergency services, and no one offered aid. The community saved themselves by escaping into boats because no one came.
Mishkeegogamang and Cat Lake have lost power. Families are ending up in shelters with nothing. Armstrong, Lac La Croix, Whitesand, Gull Bay, Lac des Mille Lacs are currently in the fires path and all members are being evacuated.
All this loss, all this devastation, and it was entirely preventable.
After steadily underfunding wildland firefighting and purposefully excluding Indigenous wildland firefighters and Indigenous wildfire organizations from wildfire operations, firefighter training, decisionmaking, and resource exchanges, in 2025, Doug Ford slashed the forest firefighting budget.
It's hard to ignore his decision to cut funding and leave us out of adequate fire training (even though we've lived with forest fires for thousands of years—far longer than settlers have been in Canada—and made sure fires like the ones we're all seeing today were prevented through kinisitotēn) when, despite making up less than 5% of the population, we account for 42% percent of all wildfire evacuations in Canada.
And when we are successfully evacuated, we face discrimination and racism—like Kashechewan—because it's always been easier to blame us than it is to blame the true culprit: denialism, corportate greed, and colonization.
The people of Collins and every other impacted community deserve better.
Right now, the AFN is currently accepting donations to help Collins First Nation. If you're able to, please consider donating.
ONWA (Ontario Native Women's Association) is another great place to donate to. They have outreach vans going to motels and inns and offering food, water, resources, and cultural support to those impacted by the wildfires.
Other places to consider donating to are Mikinakoos Emergency Fund, Red Cross, True North Aid, Indigenous Climate Action. You can also send donations directly to Whitesand First Nation via e-transfer ([email protected]) and they request that you add your full name in the e-transfer comment section to receive a tax receipt.
*Before sending money, verify that the appeal appears on an official First Nation, Tribal Council or registered charity channel.
If you can't offer financial support, please consider donating items of need. Moontime Connections is currently accepting drop-off donations. If you live in the Thunder Bay area, Namaygoosisagagun Health Office is also taking in donations! They can also bemailed to Superior Inn Hotel & Conference Centre at 555 West Arthur Street, Thunder Bay, ON, P7E 5P8.
The irony of this new breed of self-righteous AI hunters on AO3 is that they're all just copy and pasting peoples fics into AI detectors, which are all operated by AI and therefore THEY are feeding people's work into the algorithm without their consent and in some cases no doubt circumventing the locks people put on to avoid getting scraped...
Don't copy and paste anyone's AO3 work into third party websites, you're not the good guys in this situation?
