YOU ANGEL I LOVE YOUR MIND MORE BOOT RIDING WITH MAUL NOW NOW NOW NWO NOW
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hi hii angels!
Warnings: 18+, boot riding, strap on harness, needy reader, fem reader, maul’s a meanie, condescending tones, mentions of strap on’s and vibrators
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-you look absolutely pathetic
-cheeks flushed, the tips of your ears a bright shade of red, eyes glossy with tears running down your cheeks, pupils blown wide, and doing nothing but crying and whimpering against your lovers thigh
-your tattooed lover switched the vibrator for a dildo. Having changed the buckles and harness to one that can hold the silicone toy
-his gaze never leaves you, even when he’s laughing or giving you condescending praise
-anytime you halt your movements, maul starts bouncing his foot. Fucking you with the toy. Eliciting a dark chuckle from him as he watches you try to bury your face against his muscular leg
-“you wanted this so fucking bad. Take it” he’d grumble when your hands attempt to grab fistfuls of his pant leg. Tapping his foot a little quicker.
-or if he’s really feeling mean, he’ll tap or bounce his foot once, a long interval of no movement until you’re practically crying against him
-you’ve made a mess. His boot covered in nothing but your slick and cream. Having squirted against him a multitude of times. Only for him to continue, overstimulating you
-the second you mumbled out “can’t, ‘s too much”. He laughs. A deep, rumbling sound from his chest
-“too bad. You’re not done until I say so. Keep going” maul would say. His tone even but an underlying tone of demand. He gets off on this as much as you do. Not caring if he cums in his pants
-and he won’t stop you until he’s leaking down his tattooed leg
Ok but hear me out: pregnancy scare with pre-TPM Maul.
pre-tpm maul x reader: pregnancy scare
cw: none other than talks of pregnancy.
word count: 1,105
a/n: this is short, but you presented me with quite a challenge anon! i agonized over how a pre-tpm maul would react to a pregnancy scare! not just taking into account that pre-tpm maul is....Like That, but he's also very young around this time, and so is the reader. so they handle this situation with all the grace of 20 year olds lmao
hope you enjoy!
Maul had stopped by an hour ago with no explanation.
That was normal. You stopped feeling the need to fill the silences the third month in, and he felt comfortable enough to become a shadow on your couch. He pored over something on his datapad for the better part of an hour, while you worked on reorganizing your bookshelf. It was the closest thing you got to peace living in the bowels of Coruscant.
Maul got up to use the refresher and you thought nothing of it.
You were flipping through the pages of a mystery thriller when the blood drained from your face. It was Primeday, you took out your trash on Centaxday.
The door opened, and you watch as Maul crossed the hallway and into the kitchen. He placed both hands on the back of the nearest chair, eyes glued to the far wall. You stayed on your knees, book still in hand.
"Maul—"
"You were not going to tell me."
It was not a question. You could have told him — four words and it would've cost you nothing. Why didn't you?
"It was negative."
Maul didn't move. You waited for his shoulders to drop, but they never did. Outside, the repulsor lifts of a landing freighter rattled your window. You licked your lips, and slid the book onto the shelf.
"It was negative, Maul," you said again. "That's all. There's nothing to talk about."
"How long have you known?"
"I took the test two days ago."
His voice was eerily calm. "Who else knows?"
"No one. I bought the test from a vending machine on Level Thirteen-Hundred."
You thought, foolishly, that it would reassure him. No store clerk droid with a record of your transaction and a recording of your face at the corner store. Instead, all he heard was that you walked to Level Thirteen-Hundred alone.
He turned his head a fraction. "You went by yourself."
"Yes?"
"At what hour?" Maul asked through bared teeth.
You scoffed. "What are you, my keeper?"
"You should have told me the moment you suspected."
"It doesn't matter," you said, voice climbing higher. "It was negative, there's nothing to be angry about. My period was just late."
The chair creaked underneath his grip.
"Late," he repeated.
"Yeah, it happens. It's well known that the fumes down here affect cycles."
"If you have not started bleeding—"
"Maker, help me," you huffed. "I started spotting this morning. Did you not see the tampon wrapper when you were digging through my trash?"
It was petty; the trashcan had no lid and was placed next to your toilet, everything in plain view.
"You should have told me," he repeated, jaw tight.
"Why?" You straightened up on your knees. "You vanish for weeks at a time and come back with no explanation. I don't ask because I know you won't tell me. But not telling you my period was late is unacceptable?"
Maul looked at you fully the first time since he left the refresher. "That is not the same."
You laughed bitterly. "No? Then tell me Maul, what would you have done if the test had been positive?"
Maul fell quiet for a long moment. "Where would you have gone?"
"You didn't answer my question."
"My questions are relevant." Maul released the chair and stalked towards you. "At what hour did you go to Level Thirteen-Hundred? Where would you have gone if the test had been positive?"
You rose to your feet, legs tingling as the blood rushed back in. You steadied yourself on the bookshelf and realized, with no small amount of horror, that you were defenseless against him.
"Why are you interrogating me? What is your problem?"
His golden eyes flicked to the window before returning to you. When he spoke, the words came out slow, almost reluctant.
"Because I needed to know."
You sighed and let your head fall back against the shelf.
"You allowed me to remain ignorant of the possibility that you carried my child. Had I fallen without knowing…" Maul trailed off with a deep scowl.
You covered your face with your hands. "Oh, with what comlink, Maul?" You laughed, incredulous. "I don't even know where you live. I don't know what you do. You expect me to tell you everything when you give me almost nothing."
He didn't answer. You lowered your hands and saw Maul looking out the window again. You shook your head.
"I would have told you if I was pregnant, then I would go to the clinic. There, you happy? I'm sorry I didn't tell you I wasn't pregnant."
Maul slowly peeled his eyes away from the window and back to you.
"Alone."
You blinked. "What?"
"You would have gone alone."
You wanted to rip your hair out. "And that's a problem?"
"Had there been complications—"
"Oh, stars have mercy," you pushed past him and walked to the kitchen just to do something with your body. "They give you two pills and send you home, Maul."
He followed you to the kitchen, stopping just inside the doorway. "You assume it beneath me to accompany you?"
You spun around and looked Maul up and down. "You would come in with me?"
"Yes."
You stared, imagining a cowled Maul sitting in a plastic lobby chair, underneath harsh fluorescent lights.
"He won't tell me what he does for a living but would take me to my abortion appointment. Okay."
Maul stayed silent for a while.
"Is that truly so shocking?" he asked, eventually.
"Yes, Maul. It is."
Neither of you spoke. Maul stepped back from the doorway and crossed toward the front door. You stayed by the counter, deciding now would be a great time to clean the dishes.
He stopped.
You didn't hear him come back over the faucet, and jumped when his warm hand settled on your shoulder. You shut the water and turned around — Maul was close enough that you could see the frayed threads on his robes. He took your wrist and turned your hand over. Something small and dark settled into your palm, and he folded your fingers around it — a comlink.
He looked at you. Not past you, not at the window. At you.
"Only contact me for emergencies."
Your thumb traced the edge of the comlink. "You asked where I would have gone if the test had been positive." You met his eyes. "I wouldn't have done anything without telling you."
Maul's lips parted. You waited, but whatever had been there was already gone. He turned sharply and left the apartment.
content & warnings: ~2,4k words, smut duh // alastor is written as grey/demisexual in my mind, written for afab!readers, it's a nsfw alphabet for a cannibal demon what warnings are we expecting, mentions of blood, mentions of cannibalism, lots and lots of biting mentioned you'll see, description of sexual acts, blood kink, alastor being alastor being a warning itself, can you guys tell i'm tired yet
author's note: hello! so while i was writing something smutty for alastor, i got sidetracked by another fandom i wanted to write these headcanons for, and now i am sidetracking my sidetrack by writing this alphabet for alastor. i really enjoy reading headcanons from others, and especially relationship alphabets are soo interesting to me. also, i hope to feel less of a fraud to my followers with this, considering i've gained most of you from my human!alastor x reader oneshot and then was only posting about my oc. my bad, but i warned you, so
i may or may not be compelled to write one for vox also but that honestly just depends on the level of desperation i will be on while writing the main thingy™. anyways, ~xoxo
A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
Alastor doesn't enjoy to cuddle after. He'll allow you to cuddle into his side while he is already on his back, coming down from your shared ecstasy, but don't expect him to return it. He won't stay too long like this either, preferring to get cleaned up right away before he will want to wrap his arms around you. If it was a more emotionally charged session, he will be more inclined to stay close for a while.
To him, sex is less about the physical relief it gets him than it is about how close he can be with you; it is an intimate act between the two of you, and the closest thing to being literally under your skin.
However! He will be more than happy to fulfil any service you need of him after. Your throat is a bit sore and you want a glass of water? Alastor is getting it for you, no need to get up yourself. You want to clean up? He is already on it, gently wiping off whatever mess he has made of you. may or may not be compelled to push his seed back in
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
Well, obviously — Alastor likes his smile best, it's charming. Granted, it doesn't get him much further than having charmed you into the bedroom already, but his teeth certainly do. He found they are quite useful even when they are not currently tearing the flesh of sinners. He can bite you, too! Sinking his teeth into your delicious flesh and taste your blood on his eager tongue, or tearing through your clothes to get them off of your body.
His hands and claws come in second, for much the same reason.
On you, though? Honestly, Alastor will most enjoy your thighs. There is so much to do with them — grab them tight for bruises to bloom under his fingers, squeeze them even tighter to keep you in line, tease them with his claws, or latch onto with his mouth and suck hickeys into. And bite them, most obviously. Your thighs are his favourite to nibble and bite on and make bleed so he can lap it up again.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
I suppose that depends on his partner's preferences.
Personally, Alastor would prefer to cum inside you as he won't risk impregnating you down in hell — and it leaves less of a mess after he pulls out of you with a hiss, and he does so enjoy watching you squirm when he gathers his spend leaking out of you on his thumb and pushes it back inside your twitching hole. It would be a shame to stain those sheets with your mess, wouldn't it, darling?
But if his partner suggests it, he may also cum on your skin. After all, Alastor is used to much dirtier messes considering his... occupation while alive... and so, he will delight in smearing his carnal sin over your stomach or your arse.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
I suppose this one is less a secret secret and more of an open secret; but Alastor does have a little oral fixation. He genuinely really needs to sink his teeth into your supple flesh at least once per day or he will start tweaking. It doesn't matter how you will let him, it can be anything from a nibble to your cheek, a bite on your lip during a kiss, or chewing on your thighs. As long as you bleed you and he gets to taste the sweet nectar that is your blood — and his life essence, now — he will be happy. Alastor can't make you more his than that.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
He is not. Alastor had no interest in casual hook-ups while he was alive, and even less so when he died. He is quite knowledgeable in theory but not so much in practice. That's something you will have to introduce him to. He will be a bit clumsy in his enthusiasm at first.
Luckily, he is a quick learner — and eager when it comes to pleasuring you. He enjoys when you show him what makes you cry out the most, and he will soon be using that cruelly against you.
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
Alastor's favourite position is cowgirl. That way, he has access to all parts of your body — your face, your breasts, your ass, your thighs — and the most control. While you may naturally seem to be in charge, being able to control the pace with which you take him and how deep, he can take that control back just as easily. Alastor could bury one hand in your hair and pull back your head to expose your throat to his teeth, and the other one wraps around your waist or thigh to take back the reins of pace and depth.
It's a delicious trap, and that is precisely why he likes it best.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
I'd describe him as rather serious. Like I mentioned before - Alastor doesn't have sex for the pleasure aspect of it, but he wants to have you as close as he can. If he could, he would devour you. He is reverent in his devotion to you.
Of course, that does not mean he won't be teasing you, but more on that later.
H = Hair (how well groomed are they?)
Alastor is very meticulous about his appearance everywhere. He is not shaved, but he certainly keeps it well-trimmed for his own comfort.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
Alastor is surprisingly romantic in every aspect of sex. He will whisper sweet nothings in your ear before, during and after, and he will always let a little praise for you slip out of habit to make sure you know you are being appreciated, and not only your body.
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
He doesn't, not really. He had the urge to, occasionally, before he met you; but Alastor rarely indulged in it and simply... let it pass again. It was bothersome, more than anything else.
With you, he would rather indulge in this desire together when the mood does strike him.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
I don't know how many more times I will get away with saying this man will bite you BECAUSE HE WILL. There simply is no way around it. He may try not to do it as much in the beginning of your relationship, but the urge to sink his teeth into you and make you yelp out in surprise will haunt him until he does.
I also think he may enjoy a bit of a chase with you. I mean, he has a whole bayou in his hotel room, who's to say he is not inclined to chase you through it? He will certainly get a thrill out of it, reminiscent of his golden days in New Orleans, but this time, the reward will be all the sweeter because it's your blood he will be tasting at the end of it.
Blood kink, if that isn't obvious from literally all of the above. Alastor is a cannibal, and I am a firm believer that it's born out of a sadistic pleasure or satisfaction to own his victims. Of course, you are not his victim and he would not dream of ever seriously injuring you — but tasting your blood is the closest thing he has to you becoming a part of his.
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
Bedroom, bedroom, bedroom — occasionally his radio tower, if Alastor is feeling particularly frisky. He would never broadcast it, seeing it as something sacred that happens between the two of you, and he'd prefer it stayed like that. But he loves being a radio host, and to have you in that radio tower where he is in his element — allowed the privilege to see you blissed out there once he's done with you — is something he would most certainly love to share with you.
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
The mood will strike Alastor out of nowhere and build up for several days. He will feel a bit funny around you, at first, until that funny feeling turns into a searing hit when you do as much as breathe in his direction. Still, he will make a slow approach on it and make it seem as if it was your idea all along.
In addition, since I don't know where else to put it, he likes it when you pull his hair. tug it — he loves that. It triggers something in him. What does it trigger, you ask? I don't know, and neither does he! All you know, that you are in his lap, threading your fingers over his buzz while riding him, before you reach up into the strand of his hiar and give it a slight tug — and suddenly you're under him, breathless and gasping, while Alastor literally growls above you as he pounds you to see heaven. It's not that he doesn't like it — he likes it too much, and doesn't know how to deal with it.
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
Uh. Anything that would genuinely harm either your dignity or his own. He won't do anything that involves getting dirtier than the usual sweat and cum on your bodies.
Alastor would also be strictly against bringing a third into your bedroom. The closest thing you're getting to that is his shadow watching and messing about, if you're into that, you freaks.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
I wouldn't call Alastor a munch, but he definitely prefers giving over receiving. Like, I see a lot of people headcanon their favourite characters like that, but I think this is especially true for Alastor. He may enjoy being on the receiving end on occasion, when he feels particularly dominating or pent up, and having you servicing him is surely enticing — the act itself is the least pleasureable aspect of it. For him, he doesn't see the point.
However, when it comes to eating you out? Oh, that is something else entirely — first of all, it gives him the easiest access to bite on your thighs, which we have already established multiple times by now, but second, he has complete and utter control of you and your pleasure. Oh, how easily he can pin your hands down. Oh, how nicely he can spread your thighs like that. It's only your pleasure that is the focus here, and he will be sure to leave you well-satisfied — and overstimulated, if you allow, but only if you earned if after denying you your orgasm for the fourth time now.
Alastor may be humping the mattress by the end of it, but his tongue game is off the charts. also, his tongue can reach places, oh boy
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
Oh. Oh, that really depends. I think it will always start with a slow pace but deep thrusts that will have his cockhead kiss your cervix from the get-go, and later turn into sloppy, clumsy thrusts the closer Alastor gets to finishing.
But if Alastor needs to work off some frustration? Some lingering argument with you or anyone else? Oh, you better be prepared because he will not be gentle about it. He thrives on control, and if he feels it has been taken from him or that he has been slighted in any way or form, it is easy to feel validated again when he has someone that is eagerly allowing him fold them under him.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
Alastor's not... he is not a quickie guy. He wants to take his time with you, and simply dragging you off into a dark corner feels like he is doing your relationship a big, big disservice in what you mean to him.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
Alastor is open to experiment a little. If you have any kinks to share with him, he will try them out at least once and only refuse if he is genuinely repulsed by them at the end. As to getting caught... well, I suppose that is taken care of quickly.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
Alastor will go for a long round, not many. Once he has reached his peak of it, he'll consider it a done thing. Naturally, he will make sure that you are left satisfied and well-spent, but it's rare for him to be motivated enough for a second round. It does happen, just not a lot.
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
No, I don't think so. If you bring out toys such as a vibrator or a dildo, he'll definitely side-eye them. It's not that he is feeling threatened by them or anything, but in his opinion, you may as well do it by yourself then. It defeats the purpose of indulging in the first place. He may be compelled to use them on occasion with the right arguments, but he WILL side-eye them — before and after.
Other toys, such as blindfolds or including ice cubes, are more accepted by him as a method to heighten the sensations.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
Oh, Alastor's a tease. You know it, I know it, we all know it. He may be reserved when it comes to being touched, but he certainly is not when it comes to doing the touching. He'll do anything — from making you shiver when running a sharp claw over your spine to dragging his tongue over your clothed cunt until you're begging for him to tear them.
He'll also tell you any praise there is. Genuine? "Look at you. Taking me so well, my darling, I see."
Sarcastic? "Oh, I know, I know — but you sound so pretty when I do that — how am I supposed to resist that temptation?"
Degrading? "My, what a mess you are — and so quickly, too! You really are a dirty girl, aren't you, darling?"
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
Alastor will groan, grunt, but he will rarely moan. He mostly talks, anyway, so —
At unexpected touches, however, such as touching his ears or his antlers, you may also coax out a whimper or even a bleat if you're lucky. He will gaslight you after
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
Alastor prefers keeping his clothes on, simple as that. He may undress you fully, and you may think it is unfair, but sex is a vulnerable experience in and of itself, and if Alastor doesn't like one thing, it's feeling naked — figuratively and literally. It's not that he doesn't trust you, or want you to see him like that, but it's something he hasn't let go of in a century, and old habits die hard as they say.
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
Oh, gosh — how do I put this? Alastor is a tall demon, and slender — so, such is reflected down there. His length is certainly above average while his girth is slightly under, but thicker again at the base. He has a slight but noticeable curve upwards.
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
Ay. It's not high. I wouldn't say every-once-in-a-blue-moon low, but just not on a regular basis.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
Alastor doesn't sleep a lot in general, so he will wait for you to fall asleep first. Besides, he does enjoy seeing you in this peaceful state — considering it is the Radio Demon you are sharing a bed with. No matter what sin you have committed that caused you to end up in hell, Alastor will always view himself as the undeserving fool of you.
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I've been listening to the new soundtracks since they dropped (ATLA Book 3 soundtrack!! Ah! The memories!!) and with the movie and then the trailer for the show... all I can think about is 'where's Suki?!' rn (To be fair, I haven't read the comics, so maybe it's answered there or in that movie I haven't watched yet?)
