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ivorydragoness44 · 3 months

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Darth Maul x Reader: That's Mine

Word Count: 525 Warnings/Notes: Reader is feeling playful and takes Maul’s lightsaber. Light verbal warning, nose nudges, and a brief kiss. I’m keeping the original title for this. I think this was supposed to go in a slightly different direction, but it’s been a few years since I had written this idea for a fanfic. Summary: The Reader is feeling playful and decides to take Maul’s lightsaber. Maul watches them closely and asks for it back, but they refuse.

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Moods. Changing like a tide and largely affected by a greater outside force. As your day progressed, you found yourself in a rather teasing and playful mood. It was a wonder why you took so long to find Maul. He had not moved for quite some time. The holopad within his grasp had been holding his attention with a variety of news outlets. The holopad, however, was not what you were after. Locking your eyes on your target, you moved stealthy forward casually. The long silver hilt of his lightsaber hung on his belt, nearly motionless. Even if you were to make an actual effort in being sneaky, it would not work. He was always aware. Always. Force or no Force, you were sure it was natural for him. Walking by him, you gingerly reached out and snatched the weapon off of his belt.

Maul rose a brow ridge, his eyes chasing the motion of your hand. At the sound of him setting the holopad on the table in front of him, you turned around, pausing your movements with a hidden smile. Overlooking your posture, he likewise sensed your demeanor. He studied you, something he found himself doing occasionally. Eyes flickering around your face, he stopped. “My lightsaber,” he requested with a sigh. But you made no indication that you were going to move. Slowly, he approached. I’m only going to ask you once more.“ You shook your head in refusal, smiling. Though when he got within arm’s reach, you swiftly hid the hilt behind your back with both hands. Maul stood stoic in front of you. With his closeness, you could feel both his body heat and his breath as he exhaled smoothly. All the while, neither of you broke eye contact. Placing his hands on your shoulders, Maul slid them all the way down your arms. When his hands reached yours, they molded over yours in a gentle grip.

Another moment of staring at the other, you finally made a move. A simple nudge, from the tip of your nose to his. Maul’s face relaxed and his shoulders followed suit, and hung low. Adoringly, he smiled at you and nose nudged you back. It was brief, but as you kissed him sweetly, his breath caught. Would he ever get used to such an action? A gesture that he obviously returned. Slipping one of your hands out from under his, you offered his lightsaber. He took it almost leisurely, and clipped it back onto his belt. With his other hand, he continued to hold yours, bringing them to your sides and out of hiding. “Do you need to return to your holopad?” “Not presently,” he voiced silkily, his free hand lightly pushing against your lower back until you closed the small gap of space between the pair of you. You hummed contently. “Maybe I should spoil you,” you thought aloud. Resting a hand along his arm, you gave his bicep a teasing squeeze. As important as his lightsaber was, it was only a tool for Maul to use. You were exceedingly more important. Someone he cared about, and who cared about him in return.

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wandering-writing-waffles · 10 months

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His Most Prized Possession

Rating: E for everyone

Word Count: 819

Relationships: Darth Maul x Reader

Tags/Warnings: Violence, Mentions of blood, implied romance, implied kidnapping

Notes: Hello there! So this is just a quick lil oneshot I wrote a while back but kind of want to make into a full-fledged fic???? Idk, I may continue this and may not. I would certainly like to! But hey! I hope you enjoy what I have so far!

Summary: Maul had only ever loved one thing in his life, and that was you... But one day when he came home and all he could find of you was a small trinket of yours lying dormant in the doorway, he knew there could only be one explanation... You had been taken... Taken right out from under his nose! Heart filled with a newfound rage, he vows to scour the galaxy looking for you wherever he can. He will do anything to get you back.

Everything seemed to move in slow motion as Maul felt the heat of the blade lightly graze the center of his chest. On a regular occasion, he wouldn’t have paid any mind. His body was littered with scars and scratches after all. Years of fighting for survival had left their mark in the form of nasty raised abrasions all across his body. But this… this was different. It wasn’t just his body that was at stake this time.

He lifted his hand up to examine the area at which the blade seethed his flesh and to his dismay, it was gone. All that was left in its place were burnt, broken tethers from where it once laid.

He quickly tilted his head back upwards, towards this so-called attacker whom he assumed was just some insignificant bounty hunter from some insignificant little planet looking for a quick and easy score. Oh was he mistaken…

Maul seethed at that thought, a newfound, burning rage beginning to build up in his core, ready to burst at any moment. ‘What a pathetic waste of time,’ he thought to himself.

The attacker went rigid. His eyes widened in a fearful stupor as he made contact with Maul’s piercing golden gaze. The sweat at his temple began to pool and drip down his now furrowed brow bone and Maul could see his hands and the pinprick tips of his blue lekku start to tremble.

Maul snarled in response, not feeling the slightest bit of empathy. As far as he was concerned, no one messed with his belongings and no one wastes his time.

Without hesitation, he leaped forward, eyes fixated on the young twi’lek who had unknowingly just sealed his fate.

The man jumped back in response, but it was too late. Lightsaber drawn, Maul slashed right at the center of his torso, effectively severing his cobalt body in half.

Maul’s senses were immediately filled with the smell of burning flesh, followed by a loud shriek and the sound of the assailant’s body plummeting against the floor. His breathing hitched in response, eyes trained on the man’s chest, making sure there was no longer breath in his body.

When he was certain he let out a scoff, quickly sheathing his lightsaber and turning around on the heel of his foot.

‘Where is it?!’ Maul internally cried. He began searching the area, desperate to find what had fallen. But the muck-stained floors of the alley were making it difficult to search. He became more desperate, removing his gloves and falling to his hands and knees to dig through the thick grime. He only found relief when he felt his fingers lightly brush against a small, cold object.

Quickly looping his finger around the base he pulled it out, taking care to brush off the dirt that it had picked up before resting the object in the palm of his hand.

There it was… His prize.

Maul smiled warmly down at the object as it gleamed against the dimmed light. His twin hearts rested, and he felt calm once more. For this trinket sitting in his hand wasn’t just any old thing. No… It was much more than that. It was a ring. But not just any ring. In fact, it didn't even belong to him. Its true owner, although indeed rare, was someone whom Maul had held and still holds in the highest regard…

For it belonged to you… His beloved… His whole world… His starlight…

Maul’s grip tightened as he held the gleaming ring in his hand, memories flooded his mind, a bittersweet reminder of his love for you who had been so cruelly taken from him. The ring symbolized your bond, a promise you had made to each other in happier times. It was a token of your unwavering devotion, an unbreakable vow etched into its delicate design.

Crafted from a metal found only in the deepest crevices of his homeworld, the ring radiated an otherworldly brilliance. Its intricate carvings depicted your intertwined destinies, your love story eternally etched into the precious metal.

To Maul, the ring represented hope in the darkest of times, a tangible connection to the one person who had breathed life into his scarred soul. Whenever he felt lost, his fingers would trace the contours of the ring, seeking solace in its presence. It was a symbol of his unwavering determination to find you and reunite with the one who had captured his hearts.

As he clenched the ring tightly, Maul's resolve solidified. Your trail… His beloved’s trail would not go cold. He would stop at nothing, traverse galaxies, and face any adversary to reclaim what had been stolen from him. With the ring as his guiding light, Maul embarked on a relentless quest, a love-driven odyssey to rescue you and restore your shattered bond.

For you, he would do anything. And that was what he was going to do.

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Thank you so much for the read! I know it was short but it means so much to me! Let me know if I should continue it and if you have any pointers for where it should go if I do! Thank you again! Chow!

-Waffles XOXO

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butts-art · 2 years

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Crimson dawn era Maul headcanon

If he has a S/O he will do everything to keep them safe. He knows the people around him are dangerous and cutthroat so he believes anyone who finds out, he cares about someone will try to hurt that person to get to him.

So no PDA and at events if he even invites his partner they’re strictly arm candy. Nothing that would seem over familiar.

He will do this to a self destructive point. Behavior like that will make his partner feel less of themselves and their relationship.

He‘s so terrified of losing another person he cares about that he will subconsciously sabotage exactly that relationship he’s trying to preserve.

#darth Maul #he can’t have anything nice #darth maul x s/o #darth maul headcanon #crimson dawn #darth maul x y/n #darth maul x reader

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multifandomwritings · 2 years

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First fight with Maul? 🥺

Hope you like it :) I did this as headcanons, I hope that's okay! Obviously this is somewhat angsty

Star Wars | Your first fight with Maul would include

You and Maul would probably (inevitably) have some conflicts here and there anyway, before having your first 'fight'. But it would never be very serious or anything

So your first actual fight would catch you both by surprise. Chances are, your words would both keep intensifying. At first you'd both half think you were just bickering until things kept getting worse and more heated, and you both caught yourselves by surprise at how you were both behaving

Your argument would probably be a result of poor communication or just Maul being Maul, and accidentally hurting your feelings from lack of experience, and you finally confronting him with it

And he'd probably say all the wrong things. Granted, he'd word them as elegantly as usual, but he'd somehow manage to tick every single box he should have avoided

...Leaving you so upset and tired of it that you'd just storm off and leave him feeling terrible

Half because he'd be confused as to what he had done that had you so upset. Was he wrong??

And half because really, he'd know he should have held his tongue, and been softer. And guilt would start eating away at him within seconds

Lowkey curses you for having such a control over him and his feelings to begin with. How can one person make him feel such a spectrum of things within mere seconds??

It wouldn't take him long to apologize, although how easily his apology would come is another story. He would start pondering over how much he cared for you and appreciated you, and how his words really sounded. The thought of hurting you and being the cause of the look on your face when he said what he said would eat at him endlessly

But he's proud, and actually admitting his wrongdoing wouldn't be the easiest. However, for you, he'd manage. And once he finally did manage to get out the first few awkward words of apology, the rest would begin to spill effortlessly. Endless praises and apologies, just to reassure you of how much he regrets it and cares for you

Actually really quick to forgive as well, despite usually hanging onto things. While his first instinct would be to let whatever it was hang over your head, the apologetic look on your face would remove whatever unforgiving instincts he had from his mind right away

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samspenandsword · 2 years

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Kinktober 2022/23 Masterlist | Main Masterlist

Summary: Kinktober Day 12 — Hate/Angry Sex with Maul Pairing: Maul/Reader; fem!reader with no mentions of her appearance. Rating: Explicit, 18+ (Younglings, foundlings, and cadets BEGONE!) Warnings: Explicit sexual content, smut; hate/angry sex, unprotected PIV (PRACTICE SAFE SEX), rough sex, cockwarming, inappropriate use of the Force, breathplay, pain kink, biting kink, mild blood kink, Mandalorian!reader, spy!reader, toxic relationship, I have never written angry/hate sex before so do with that knowledge what you will, language. Word Count: 2.2k

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Maker, you hated him. A shabuir of the absolute worst kind, he was unforgiving, murderous, singular-minded, self-serving, obsessive, angry, scary. He was a murderer, and you could not wait to help drag him to the pits where he fucking belonged.

He’d stolen your sovereignty. Alienated your people. Butchered your honor and Creed. Assassinated your noble, albeit misguided, but still well-meaning duchess. Plunged your world into the worst kind of occupation and war.

This hadn’t been what you’d wanted. You’d joined the Death Watch to restore the ancient ways to your people. To try and get the duchess to see that the two ways — pacifist and warrior — could coincide. The people who wanted to swear the Creed and wear the armor could, and help fight for and protect those who wished to live in peace. Pre Vizsla had seemed to share that vision. At first. But as time stretched, you began to see him for what he was.

A madman.

But you were in too deep to back out, lest you lose your people and your Creed.

So you decided to observe. To watch. To bide your time. Your people would realize the truth.

But then the unthinkable happened. Maul had murdered Vizsla and taken the Darksaber. And your people, so blinded by their need to reinstate the ancient ways, followed it. Despite it falling into the hands of someone who never swore the Creed and wore no beskar.

The death of Satine Kryze had been the final straw for you, watching with stunned fury as she fell dead at the murderer’s feet. You hadn’t agreed with the woman and her way of rule, but all she had wanted was to do right by your people.

You had never wished for her death.

When an opportunity arose to infiltrate Maul’s regime from the inside, you took it. Everything you learned was relayed back to Bo-Katan, and you became a spy against the most dangerous being you’d ever met.

You hated Maul. You hated everything he stood for — power, control, domination. You were angry at how he continued to let your people suffer and lorded over your planet like he had a right to it. You were incensed at how your people had so lost their way that they willingly followed him.

He sensed your anger.

“A fire burns in you,” he’d said. It was the first time he’d spoken to you directly. His golden gaze had fire in them as well.

“A fire burns in all who would call themselves Mandalorian,” you’d said.

“You don’t like me,” he’d observed.

Your heart pounded, but you’d prepared for this. Forcer-users had an infuriating habit of invading the thoughts of those surrounding them. Sith and Jedi alike.

“I don’t have to agree with you, or even like you, to serve you, my Lord.”

He hummed.

“And what is it that you don’t agree with?”

His eyes pierced into you, his posture as languid and lean as a cat. It was a dangerous posture, and you knew Maul was a capable warrior. He had to be to do the things he’d done. But you got the impression he was genuinely curious.

“Killing the duchess made her a martyr to the ones who would support her, including the Jedi. Not to mention it alienated Bo-Katan and her followers, splitting our numbers more than they already were. Mandalorians have always been stronger together.”

He studied you, the gleam in his lava eyes unreadable. “Why not join Kryze, if you disagree with my killing the duchess?”

You’d prepared for this too. And you spat your answer with a very real anger.

“Because she would’ve killed her sister had you not done it first. And I would never follow a hut’uun who would kill her own, Mandalore-born blood. I would follow you before I ever followed her.”

Maul’s eyes shone with something, again, you could not quite identify. His hands, clasped behind his back, remained there as he turned slightly to face you more fully.

“I think we’ll work well together.”

His voice was a purr. And you hated how it made your thighs clench. And you hated how your eyes watched him as he walked away, unfairly graceful and fucking hot.

It made your blood boil from more than anger.

You suddenly found yourself as one of Maul’s advisors, an ear to his monologues of grandeur and power, long and poetic. He spoke of the dark side of the Force, and his old master, his desire for revenge and how your people would help him achieve it.

You listened. You responded when necessary. Your blood still boiled in his presence.

He smirked every time he sensed it. Because he knew what it meant.

He sensed the clenching of your core, and the heat in your veins. He saw the tension in your posture as he circled you like prey, and took amusement in seeing how far he could push before you bit back. He relished the way you tried not to shiver as he leaned to whisper witty commentary in your ear the rare times you removed your helmet. He delighted in sensing the conflicted fire in you, and pushing you until you snapped.

And you did, snarling at his antics and games until he pinned you and took you roughly against the floor of the throne room.

Your beskar covered the bites and bruises he left. It guarded you when his gaze grew heated and knowing. But despite that, it bore his colors, and your skin tingled at the mere thought of his touch.

Maker, you hated him, and yet you couldn’t shake him.

He’d clawed into your armor and sat in your kar’ta beskar like it was his throne.

You were impaled upon him, him lounging on his stolen throne like a smug, satisfied loth cat. The smirk on his face infuriated you, and made you disgustingly wet. You dug your nails into the muscles of his back, hot and rippling under your touch.

Your hips were pinned to his, an unseen pressure quite literally keeping you from moving and it was all you could do to not beg, twitch, or even react. It would only give him the satisfaction of knowing he had an effect on you.

Not that he already didn’t know, but still.

Another invisible, firm, searing pressure pressed to your clit, devastatingly precise. You choked on your gasp, nails digging painfully into Maul’s back.

His smirk widened.

“I can feel your need.”

His voice was a purr that wreaked havoc on you, and he suddenly, powerfully, yanked you even tighter to his front. You couldn’t swallow your moan this time, and he nibbled on your jaw.

You brought your hand to his scalp, fingers curling around his horns in a way you’d discovered made him lose a bit of that irritating smugness.

But instead he leaned into the rough touch, and it made your heart skip, your cheeks flush, your breath hitch.

He nipped the plush of your lips.

And invisible hands raised you up, sliding your slick and squeezing walls to the very tip of his cock, and slammed you back down.

With each slam of his cock into you, you choked around moans and screams. His length was impressive, if artificial, and everything about him felt so hot and real. You could practically feel him in your throat, heavy and bulging and thick.

Or perhaps that was the force pressing against your windpipe, constricting your air just enough to make your head spin.

“Sublime,” came Maul’s voice, velvet in your roaring ears.

You felt his hands seize you, bruisingly, slamming you down onto him even harder than before.

You could feel the heat, the tightening inside you, having been plateaued for what felt like hours upon him. And now as you fucked yourself upon him, clawed and fought and snarled on top of him, you felt yourself cresting.

“You’re close,” came his voice. Arrogant and smug.

You squeezed your cunt around him and yanked at his horns. His teeth bared and a guttural growl escaped him.

“So are you,” you growled back.

You found yourself beneath him in a blink, back pulsing with the pain of slamming into the throne and his cock punching into you.

You had bruises on the backs of your thighs from the metal of his legs and hips unforgivingly slamming into you, and you hated how good they looked on your skin. Your shoulders had scars of his teeth, skin permanently bearing his mark. You hated how you shivered when he traced them teasingly. Your pussy squeezed and throbbed with pleasure and pain, the feeling lasting well into the days following each tryst. You hated how it made your gait change and widen, and how it became your new norm. You hated the open-chested tunics he wore, showing the intricate, beautiful ink of his heritage. You hated how good your nails left scratches in him. You hated his grin when you yanked his horns, hated how he pushed you to give as good as you got.

And you hated how he fucked you — painfully, roughly, carnally, exquisitely, completely, ferally.

Exactly how you liked it.

And he did it in a way no other had.

The heat of your hate and your anger and your orgasm came to a boil, and as another invisible force once again enclosed around your windpipe, something erupted inside you.

Screaming loud enough to be heard through the palace as you came painfully hard, Maul continued to slam into your convulsing, clenching walls, forcing you open as he claimed your heat and slick and chased his own end.

He seized it, and bit down on your shoulder as he came.

He never softened inside you, not really, and him retreating from your abused cunt was always something that made you hiss. Sometimes it made your core tighten with discomfort. Other times, like now, it prolonged the fluttering in your cunt.

You gulped in air, chest heaving, thighs trembling, and your shoulder throbbing and pebbling with blood. It didn’t bother you, and you knew Maul liked the sight. And indeed, his molten eyes were fixed upon your shoulder, looking quite proud of your new mark.

You quietly huffed with begrudging amusement, closing your eyes and leaning back to catch your breath.

“You look a vision upon my throne,” he said. You popped an eye open, still trying to will strength back into your legs and normalize your breathing.

“Hmm,” you said, “especially when I can’t quite walk right?”

Maul smirked. After all, you’d said it, not him.

You pushed yourself up, tremors fading as you forced your muscles to engage again. You leaned down to where your beskar had been discarded and began to pull your armor back on.

“I had thought you Mandalorians were always fighting for the throne,” Maul suddenly continued.

You frowned mildly over at him, confused at the sudden direction of this conversation. He usually dismissed you after your escapades.

“Part of being a good Mandalorian is thinking of the people as a whole. Knowing what would be best for us. We’d never have survived as long as we have if we were constantly fighting each other for the Darksaber. And we’ve almost lost ourselves to that before.”

Maul draped himself over the throne as you continued to methodically and habitually armor yourself. As you did, you grew more and more comfortable.

“So you wouldn’t want to rule, despite how good you look on the throne?”

You tossed him a little smile, amused despite yourself.

“I’ll leave the desire for power to you. You embody it so well.”

He smirked. You returned to your armor.

“You would really never want to be Mand’alor?”

This made you pause again, and you sent him a searching look. “And challenge you for the Darksaber? Not a chance.”

He smirked again, eyes never leaving your form as you continued to redon your beskar and weapons.

“I thought you Mandalorians loved a good fight.”

You barked a laugh. “A fight, yes. But I’m not stupid enough to try and beat you in a lightsaber duel. So no, I will not be challenging you for the rule of Mandalore.”

The flattery, which usually amused Maul more than anything, did not garner his usual response of a smirk and tilt of his head. Instead, as you picked up your helmet and looked back at him, you found him looking at you, his face and eyes unreadable.

Again.

“I wasn’t offering a challenge.”

There was something there. A hidden meaning to his words. A meaning that scared you.

You straightened. “Will there be anything else, my Lord?”

He looked disappointed, but not surprised. He was patient. He would wring a response from you one day. “No.”

You sealed your helmet over your head, strode from the hall, and allowed your expression to contort.

Gritting your teeth and jaw and marching through the palace, your hand drifted to your blaster, twitchy and eager. Target practice would help you relax. It always did.

But as you found yourself in the training halls, your mood and anger darkened.

You hated him. You hated him! You hated how you were attracted to him. You hated that you liked him.

And you hated that he knew it.

You knew that one day, Maul’s own darkness and evil deeds would lead to his downfall. And when it happened, your kar’ta beskar would once again be yours.

The day could not come soon enough.

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im-poe-dameron · 2 years

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All of the fics I will write and have written for Darth Maul are below. Please heed the warnings that come with them! Enjoy!

Under no circumstances may you steal my work, say it's yours, or post it somewhere else. The writings I put on here are mine unless stated otherwise.

smut =🔥| angst =💫 | fluff =🌙

Hidden Flames and Deep Desires | 18+🔥| UPCOMING

Summary: Young Jedi aren't meant to fall into traps with the dark side of the force. Let alone allow their minds to be corrupted by those who have ulterior motives. Yet what if it's the other way around?

#darth maul x reader #darth maul x you #darth maul x y/n #darth maul fic #darth maul smut #darth maul fluff #darth maul #star wars #star wars fic

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samantha-rae-velcher · 6 months

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Master List Pt. 2

YouTubers

Swaggersouls

Streamers Dream - smut

Markiplier

Games of the many - smut

Joysticks and pushing buttons - smut

Sticks and stones - smut

That one look - smut

The punishment unforgotten - Violence/smut

A need for it and her - smut

The stress is real - fluff

"Im sorry, honey" - fluff

Roomies or More? (Egos) - smut

Yancy NSFW alphabet - smut

Love mistaken for hate (Wilford Warfstache) - fluff

Don't fear the reaper (Darkiplier) - smut

Dark lust (Darkiplier) - smut

Static (Darkiplier) - smut

Warp core breech Pt.1 (ISWM) - fluff

Warp core breech Pt.2 (ISWM) - fluff

Seeing Stars (ISWM) - fluff

Jacksepticeye

Blue tint and cold tiles - smut

Marvel

Me and the Devil walking side by side (Daredevil) - fluff

Sorcerer Supreme (Doctor Strange) - smut

More like Einstein (Tony Stark) - smut

Two tons of iron (Tony Stark) - smut

Green-ish (Bruce Banner) - smut

Tender Touch (Scott Lang) - smut

The speed of light (Pietro Maximoff) - fluff

Courts of Green Pt.1 (Bucky Barnes) - fluff

Courts of Green Pt.2 (Bucky Barnes) - fluff

Courts of Green Pt.3 (Bucky Barnes) - Violence/ fluff

Feathers and Swords (Clint Barton) - smut

Hawks gold (Clint Barton) - fluff

As beautiful as an angel (Yondu Udonta) - fluff

Fear makes love (Ronan the accuser) - smut

Sharp as steel (Wolverine) - smut

Blades that steel the heart (Wolverine) - fluff

Obviously not that obvious (Drax the Destroyer) - smut

Tattoo Buddies (Chato Santana) - fluff

Soldier Boy (Rick Flag) - smut

Slice and dice (Captain boomerang) - smut

Scars and stripes (BOP Victor Zsasz) - smut

TWD

Guns of blazing love (Aaron) - smut

Maybe evil Maybe not But just about (Shane) - smut

Barbed Wire Pt.1 (Negan) - smut

Barbed Wire Pt.2 (Negan) - Smut

Barbed Wire Pt.3 (Negan) - Violence/fluff

Barbed Wire Pt.4 (Negan) - Violence/fluff

Barbed Wire Pt.5 (Negan) - smut

Barbed Wire Pt.6 (Negan) - Violence/fluff

Barbed Wire Pt.7 (Negan) - Violence/fluff

Barbed Wire Pt.8 (Negan) - fluff

Star Wars

The light within (Qui Gon Jinn) - fluff

The force of two (Qui Gon Jinn) - fluff

The force binds all (Obi Wan Kenobi) - smut

The intimidating side of things (Boba Fett) - smut

Orders (Poe Dameron) - angst/ fluff

Black ink (Darth Maul) - smut

The Witcher

How The Witcher men react when you cry - fluff

Bard and Bells (Jaskier) - fluff

Gotham

Gotham Villains teaching s/o to shoot a gun

Gotham Villains when s/o doesn't answer the phone

How Gotham Villains react to their s/o getting shot

Sexting with Oswald Cobblepot - smut

Gotham's King and Queen (Oswald Cobblepot) - angst

I will kill you (Oswald Cobblepot) - fluff

Emperor Penguin (Oswald Cobblepot) - smut

Smoking Roses Pt.1 (Victor Zsasz) - smut

Smoking Roses Pt.2 (Victor Zsasz)- smut

Tainted Riddle (Ed Nygma) - fluff

What am I? (Ed Nygma) - fluff/Violence

Five-O (Jim Gordon) - smut

Stalked (Jeremiah Valeska) - Violence/fluff

Fantastic Beasts

Blue fire and silver smoke (Gellert Grindelwald) - fluff

Heaven without fear (Credence Barebone) - smut

Boardwalk Empire

Gentleman with a dark side (Arnold Rothstein) - smut

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ivorydragoness44 · 1 year

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Darth Maul x Reader: Rescue

Word Count: 1,621

Warnings: Mentions of abduction, canon violence, injuries/wounds, angst, Reader tied up (bound at the wrists), and fluff.

Notes: I feel like I don’t write hurt/comfort enough. Hah, and I may have enjoyed writing Maul going from absolutely feral to a softie too much.

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Abduction was not a part of your plans when you had arrived at the docks in Mandalore that morning. All you wanted to do was oversee the new shipments as they were unloaded from the ships. It had been proceeding well at the time. There even came a moment when you knew you would unleash compliments about the operations to Maul. However, you never got the chance to return to the palace. The group appeared to form out of thin air. Those on the docks did their best to fend them off, but they were out-numbered and caught off-guard. Hours had passed since then. There was no telling where you were aside from the small room you were being held in. The room smelled of a stale light scent. You much rather not figure out the source of it, whether it was still in the room or elsewhere. It was particularly unpleasant. For this, despite your hesitance, you did not breath deeply. This group, your captors, did not skimp out on details. A scratchy fabric bound your wrists together, rather than a cuff or chain of some sort. Likewise, you never caught a glimpse of their faces. Each one wore a helmet for one reason or another. That was the only similarity they had in common. All of their styles of clothing varied, creating no sense of uniformity. From is, you could only assume they were bounty hunters. Bounty hunters held no allegiance. Or so you were told by Maul once. Your body had ceased aching long ago. However, you knew that you would develop bruises eventually, if not already, from knocking around their ship and being tossed to the hard ground. Oddly enough, you would find yourself left alone with only yourself and your thoughts. They knew you were not going anywhere. Wondering about your capture definitely became one of your first questions. Were you a part of a random and spontaneous napping, or was this all well-thought out? You did not recall doing anything wrong or harming someone in any way. If it had been planned, they likely knew that you held a significant importance because you lived in the palace. Beyond that, they held no detail further than that. And for that reason, they would not see their fate until it was too late.

Your eyes became heavy again, exhausted and in dire need of sleep. It would have to wait though. You dared not to let your guard down, whether someone was in the room with you or not. The door opened, and your head snapped back up, wide awake. A group of them ushered in, but just as quickly turned away from you. Weapons drawn, they faced the now shut door in defensive stances. There they stared, waiting in the dense silence. You swallowed dryly in your confusion and fear. What could they be preparing for? In the distance, beyond the outside of the room, came a mixture of muffled yelling. Now it had occurred to you. It could mean only one thing— Another more chilling scream cut off mid-breath. —or someone. Such a sound should not give anyone a sense of hope and impending relief as much as you felt it. But it did. While they were distracted, you huffed quietly, wiggling your body against the wall in an attempt to sit up straighter. The yelling and pistol fire neared. The ones in the room shifted on their feet. In an uncomfortable effort, you pulled and twisted at your bindings. Surely the fabric should give to some extent. As much as it scratched and irritated your skin, you persisted. Your breathing hastened with each second. Glancing between them nearly made you dizzy at the speed of your paranoia. You could not be caught freeing yourself. Not now. Timing was on your side. You hoped. Their priorities had changed. It all appeared to be in your favor. The door only just slid open, its sound breaking the room of its tension. One of their own flew through the small opening, crashing into another. As they clamored on to the floor, a growl coursed to your ears, and your heart leapt. Maul. For the tiniest fraction of a second, your eyes met. The usually clear orbs were clouded with a fiery haze, but sharp enough to pierce through any armor. Launching himself at his closest opponent, it was hardly a challenge. They were in the midst of falling from their wound when he slashed his blade at the next one. All you could do was gawk as he hunted and slaughtered each individual down in his unhinged rage. Maul blocked and deflected what bolts shot toward him with unmatched precision. The light and dark sabers in his grasp painted the space around him. His deadly accuracy created a singed scent permeating through the room.

When the last one fell, you slumped in relief against the wall. Maul surveyed the room with critical eyes. Deactivating his sabers, he clipped them to his belt and rushed over to you. The echo of his cybernetics hitting the floor rang in your ears even as he knelt in front of you. Reaching for your bindings, he ripped it apart effortlessly as if the fabric was entirely fragile and could turn to dust by simply breathing on it. It was discarded away from you in a haphazard pile on the floor. Delicately, Maul took ahold of your hands. As they lied in his palms, he inspected your wrists wordlessly. The skin was more scratched up from your attempted escape endeavors. The determination was definitely there. Visible and clearly irritated. He looked to you then, his eyes impossibly soft. A stark contrast to his earlier menace. He placed a gloved hand to your cheek. “You’re safe now,” he said, voice low and strangely calm for your current surroundings. Everything happened so fast. After hours of waiting, for anything, it all ended within moments. A whimper caught in your throat. Barely audible, but enough to be noticeable by the zabrak in front of you. Mixed with the tears welling around your eyes, your braced state broke. With heavy arms, you reached up tiredly to him. Leaning into you closely, Maul gently nuzzled his face to yours as your arms hung over his shoulders. “I’m sorry. I have failed you,” he said, hand cradling yours to his chest. You shook your head slowly, his nose poking into your cheek. “You didn’t. You’re here,” you whispered, tears now burning your eyes. “And I shall take you out of here and back to Mandalore.”

Scooping you up into his arms, Maul straightened to his full height. As he turned with you toward the door, you could see the aftermath of his rage more closely. A light steam still lifted from the durasteel and other armor of your captors’ fatal injuries. It was ghastly. Thankfully, he walked you out of the room and into a long hall. The ease for your eyes, however, was short lived. No matter where you looked, you glimpsed a wreckage of unmoving bodies littering the floors. Resting your head on his shoulder, you wanted to focus less on the carnage, and more on your rescuer. With a single hand, you placed your palm on his exposed chest. Feeling his warmth and hearts beat was a familiarity you needed after all of the previous events. Your senses became enveloped by him and only him. The fabric of his tunic brushing your cheek, the singular sound of his cybernetic feet making contact with the floor. Simply being with him again gave you comfort. You were safe. You were loved. “Rest now,” Maul spoke soothingly. “We’ll be home soon.” Your eyes grew heavy again. When the sounds of the outside struck your ears, your interest peaked, if only a little. “Lord Maul—” A mauldalorian. “Prepare the ship. We go back to Mandalore immediately.” And with his words, your eyes drifted closed.

Eyes opening with a slow flutter of eyelashes, initial confusion swept over you. There was no clue visible to you as to how much time had passed since you were carried over to the ship. As long as you were safe, you did not really care. Letting out a wide yawn, you felt your body’s arrangement. Your entire form was curled up snugly into Maul’s embrace. Resting between his arms and legs, it was no wonder you had not moved. Peeking up at him, you gave a soft smile. “You’re still here?” Maul’s head was surrounded by pillows. It made the intricate headboard of the bed non-existent to your eye-line. You could only imagine how many were supporting his back. “Of course. And I don’t plan on leaving you any time soon.” His tone was calm but direct. And after what you had been through, you were certain neither of you were going to leave the other’s side for the next few days. Or longer. One of his hands began caressing up and down your arm fondly. A simple comfort that even he needed deeply. You were with him. Alive and safe under his protection. “I was scared,” you muttered into his chest. A chest that stilled in his breathing, becoming solid in his momentarily tense state. “They can’t harm you. Never again. I’ve guaranteed it. For now,” Maul’s voice grew unbelievably silky, “you can continue to rest. I will remain here for as long as you need me.” You hummed contently, your fingers curling around a fold in his tunic. “Then, I guess you’re not going anywhere.” He chuckled. A pleasant sound to finally hear. “As you wish,” he smiled, kissing your forehead with the utmost tender touch.

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Thank you for reading! I hoped you enjoyed.

Also, a huge thank you for this commission. I really did enjoy putting this concept all together.

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thenightmarketofdathomir · 3 months

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I think what's interesting about Maul, given his upbringing, is that when confronted with a lover (and it is a confrontation), he doesn't know how to treat them tenderly or with affection.

If all he knows is the direct result of his upbringing, he understands the way of pain, the need to subjugate, to dominate, to control a situation that will rapidly degenerate if he cannot maintain the tightest grip, then our expectation is more of the same:

Suffering. Abstaining from pleasure in favour of control because everything is a test, and nothing is offered without wanting something in return.

It's just what he knows.

But what if his partner turned the tables?

What if the greatest threat Maul faces when confronted with tenderness is the paradigm shift experienced by feeling warmth from another? I think that just might ruin him.

More, I don't think he knows what to do with it, or you, Reader.

You might just need to teach him.

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yourneighborhoodporg · 6 months

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The Guardian

Series Masterlist

Rating: T

Obi-Wan Kenobi x Reader

Summary: When Obi-Wan, Anakin, and Ahsoka crash land on the desolate, ice planet Hoth, they meet a stranger with great power and deep connections to their past. You join the trio, hoping to face your destiny, which has long been foretold. But when the Separatists and Sith threaten you and your newfound family, you’re forced to make sacrifices to defend your friends, fulfill the prophecy, and protect the man you’ve grown to love.

✨Playlist✨

Part I: Rescue of the Fates

The Hoth Arc

Chapter 1: The Accident

Chapter 2: The Revelation

Chapter 3: The Escape

The Arrival Arc

Chapter 4: Arrival— Part 1 & Part 2

Chapter 5: Identity

Chapter 6: Patience

Chapter 7: Master

The Dark Waters Arc

Chapter 8: Blackened Water— Part 1 & Part 2

Chapter 9: Ancient Instruments

Chapter 10: Troubled Water

Part II: Dawn of Enmity

The Malevolence Arc

Chapter 11: Alone— Part 1 & Part 2

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butts-art · 2 years

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Careful he bites

High Res

#star wars #darth maul #darth maul x y/n #sketch #butt art #i had a mighty need and remembered i can draw

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yandere-wishes · 6 months

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I've gotten some amazing Star Wars requests!! I want to try and get through them this week (most are headcanons, so they shouldn't take too long...hopefully 😆)...

BUT I can't get the anciant sith lords out of my head!! Darth Revan, Darth Bane, Darth Darth Nihilus (there's a few others too) are actually really fine😍😍!! Does anyone want to share some headcanons/asks for these guys??

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zoeykallus · 2 years

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I can't get over how you write these characters, thank you so much!!! I haven't seen much about him but what are your general headcanons for maul? Spicy or not spicy I'll take anything 😍

You are welcome! :))

That's right, I actually haven't written much about Maul yet. Which is strange, he is actually one of my absolute favorite characters. In general, I'll write about any Star Wars character I'm asked about, as long as I know enough about them, read enough or seen enough to create headcanons. That can be clones, but also Jedi, Sith or Bountyhunters, sometimes even Senators or Droids. It always depends.

Now let me dive into this....

Maul x fem!Reader Headcanons - Spice/Hurt/Angst And More

Warnings: Spice/Smut/Suggestive/Angst/Hurt/Strong Language/18+/ Also: Maul

How he finds out that you like him:

He has no idea. Completely unaware of where your intense interest in his person actually comes from, he wonders what this thing is that he feels in the Force when you approach him.

You have to be very direct if you want him to know what you feel.

How he falls in love:

It takes a while. Committing to someone is not easy for him, opening up is even harder for him. But once he does, you will quickly realize how extremely intensive Maul is. He is extremely possessive, almost obsessive. It is anything but easy to deal with him. Maul is also very very jealous, your admirers will find out very quickly how brutal he can be. He will rather demand from you than ask for attention.

He is secure in the force, but not in a relationship. How he was trained and raised has destroyed much of his mental, emotional world. Maul is always afraid of being left behind. He is scared of losing you alle the time, it's almost paranoid. He will be hard to deal with, especially in the beginning of the relationship. If you're lucky, he'll be willing to learn from you and turn over a new leaf.

How he handles conflicts within the relationship:

Maul needs the upper hand. He can only give in with great difficulty, he will try to remain calm because you mean something to him. But he will discuss a lot and always prevail in the end. It takes a lot of patience, a lot of work and perseverance to make progress in this area in your relationship.

How protective is he?:

Very. That doesn't mean he thinks you're weak, but you're weaker than he is, at least from his point of view. Someone who approaches you threateningly, harms you in any way, or becomes insolent should have made his peace with a higher authority and have a will ready. He can' t take a joke when someone threatens your well-being in any way, whether physical or mental.

He has no patience for quarrels or threats. He prefers to get things done quickly and for good. Word will get around quickly that it is better to keep their hands off you and be nice to you.

His love language:

Acts of service. Physical Attention. Gift Giving. His protection.

He's looking out for you, always.

He is also very physical. He pulls you abruptly when you walk past him to kiss you or grab your butt.

You have his attention and only you. He will not be seduced by outside influences. If he has decided to have this relationship with you, then you can be sure that no matter what he may think of your ideas, he will always listen to you and will not interrupt you. Maul actually cares about the things you say. He remembers important dates, he never forgets your birthday, he knows when your first date was and he will never forget the first time you met.

He also loves to teach you things.

He is attentive. He definitely notices and remembers your interests and preferences. You can feel that in your conversations and also in the gifts that he gives you from time to time.

Conversations:

It is smart and surprisingly sophisticated. Maul is interested in many things, there will always be something to talk about. History, culture, myths, food, politics, art. As long as you are able to hold a lively conversation, he is open to and interested in any topic. And he is always interested in your opinion. He may not always share your opinion but he won't ignore it.

SEX SEX SEX rough and dirty

Dom or Sub?:

He is a Dom, very much so.

He loves to take you in positions where he has absolute control over you. Bondage games are also quite interesting for him. But only if he can tie you up. He is very engaging, dominant and likes to seduce. However, your consent is very important. He will not force himself on you if you are not in the mood. Maul does not like this kind of coercion. When you have sex, it is important for him that you really want him, everything else would be an turn-off.

It would be possible that maybe there is a curiosity on his part, for a role reversal, but he will not address that. If you ask him about it, he will deny it. At some point in the course of your relationship, however, he will probably give it a try. However, his general emotional insecurity will cause him to break off the first attempt.

Favorite sexy things and Kinks:

He has a praise kink, when he dominates you and you tell him how great he is, the arousal will reach every fiber of his body. The dirtier the better.

"Yes master, take me, right there! That's so good master! Oh master I love how your big cock fills me up! Please fill me with your cum Master!"

He also likes to tie you up and blindfold you. Maul can be wild and intense, but he will never inflict pain on you, at least not more than you want from him. However, he is not averse to spanking or biting you if you ask him to.

Favourite Positions:

The doggy-style position. He loves to grab you by the hips and ram his lap against your ass while he takes you. He finds it especially sexy when you have a toy on your clit and preferably one in your ass, if your hands are tied behind your back and your upper body is bent down, he can't get enough of it.

Missionary, with your legs in the air. Maul loves to nail you under him. He'll press your legs against your body so you practically can't move. A hand rests on your throat, not oppressive or hurtful, it's just a gesture, but a hot one. If he can read your reactions on your face while you give him submissive, dirty praise, he's in seventh heaven.

About your pleasure:

Of course he likes to have fun and to do it intensively, but he never forgets that this is not just about him, not at all. On the contrary, he loves to give you orgasms, the more, the better. Maul can't get enough of seeing you dissolve in arousal. It fills him with pride and lust.

As for sex, you can be open with him. He will fulfill almost every wish.

Going down on you:

You will most likely be lying on your back and tied up or hanging upside down in his grip on his lap. His tongue is wild, skillful and fast, his lips can perfectly enclose your clit. He has learned very quickly what is most effective. When he pleasures you orally you are definitely the loudest, pulling yourself together is practically impossible. He takes you from one climax to the next and loves to hold you in his iron grip when you start to wriggle from overstimulation.

Going down on him:

He won't hold back, so it certainly can't hurt to practice how to relax your throat and bypass the gag reflex. Because as soon as you sink to your knees and his cock is in your mouth, he'll grab your neck, your hair and give you a deep fast pace.

He will talk dirty to you. Maul praises you and can not get enough of the sight.

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kitkatscabinet · 2 years

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Prompt 5 please <3 (touch starved Maul)

Touch starved maul x reader drabble.

Word count: 571

Summary: You had been slowly acclimating Maul to your touch when all of a sudden he tries to push you away

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The first time you reached for his hand in public he reared back like you’d electrocuted him causing you to flinch in shock as you both stared at each other. Slowly reaching your hand back out you gently entwined your fingers without a word and continued walking. Meanwhile Maul is mad confused, but he doesn’t want to let on, so he just lets it happen. Seeing his reaction to that initial incident you’d decided to shower the man you loved with the affection he’d been so deprived of his whole life. Not wanting to overwhelm the often-angry man you started slowly for fear of causing an imminent breakdown. Holding hands while the two of you walked through the streets of Mandalore had become a must, the man had gotten so used to you entwinning your fingers and swinging your conjoined hands while you happily walked along that he got upset when you didn’t initiate.

From then on you decided to step up your game, occasionally bringing your hands up to place a soft kiss on the back of his hand. You were wary of doing anything further in public, fearing Maul’s reaction to any perceived slight from the death watch regarding your affection. Behind closed doors you became a lot more liberal, you had discovered forehead kisses were one of his favourites.

It had been a particularly rough day, Maul had woken in an incredibly irritable mood, he’d tossed and turned all night muttering about Kenobi and letting out pained whimpers. Nothing you’d done had ended up helping and, in his terror, Maul had accidentally ended up leaving you with some incredibly tender ribs. Leaving early in the morning to try and delay him finding out what he’d done you ended up not seeing him again until the two of you were in bed that night. Turning onto your side to lean your head against his chest you couldn’t hide the wince upon placing the wrong amount of pressure on your ribs. You tried to play it off but the damage was done.

Maul immediately sat up recoiling, demanding to know what was wrong. You tried to placate him, but you knew it was futile. Sighing you recalled the events of last night, you watched as the man instantly shut down. Pulling away from you and attempting to leave the room. You quickly vaulted after the man, wrapping your arms around him from behind.

“No.” you firmly demanded “You don’t get to do that, it was an accident.” Slowly you managed to pull the crumbling man back into bed, whispering reassurances along the way, kissing his shoulder.

“Why do you stay with me” he roughly demanded, eyes wild and frantic as if determining when exactly you were going to disappear on him.

“Because I love you” humming out you continued, sitting on his lap “Because you deserve to be loved” you placed a kiss on his forehead “deserve to feel loved” a kiss on the nose “Because despite what you think, I don’t believe you’re a monster” a kiss on the chest. A sob erupted from his chest at that as he wrapped you in his arms burying your face into his neck as he inhaled your scent desperately. Bringing your arms around him, you ran your fingernails over his scalp as you softly hummed out soothing words. Happy to stay in his embrace for as long as he needed.

#darth maul x reader #maul x reader #touch starved #Maul fluff #no use of y/n

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sithqueenkat · 11 months

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Early Mornings by your side: Maul X female reader pt 1/2

Word Count: 652

Warnings: Fluff and stuff nothing too crazy come on y’all

Summary: Sleeping morning’s with Maul before he leaves on a big mission. Female reader doesn’t like the thought of being without him, so she decides she’ll tag along.

It wasn’t always easy being with someone who was force sensitive. There was so much about their lifestyle you would never understand. Beginning with why he left for so long every time.

You both lay in your shared sleeping quarters. His arms wrapped tightly around your midsection. It was early in the morning, and you knew he had to leave soon, so you decided to stay awake and enjoy the morning in his arms one last time.

“You need your rest,” came a husky voice from behind you.

You rolled onto your back, his hand now resting on your midsection, and let out a long huff of air.

“It’s always hard to sleep when I know you’ll be leaving me,” you replied.

He propped himself on one elbow, tracing circles on your stomach lazily.

“It’s only for a short while.”

You sighed and turned away from him. He always said that, and then would be gone for a full rotation of the moon that circled your planet.

As a response, he wrapped his arms back around you and pulled you closer to him. He nuzzled his face into your neck which rewarded him with a squeal from you. He could be so kind and soft when he wanted to be. You often forgot how powerful he was.

“I could stay like this for a while,” you whispered, taking one of his hands in yours. You traced the inky marks that covered his arms with your other hand.

You felt his muscles strain around you, as if he was holding himself back from doing more. He leaned over and planted a kiss on your forehead.

“It’s time I got ready,” he said softly. “Will you try to get more sleep for me?”

You groaned and threw the covers over your head. As if you could sleep when he was preparing to leave you.

Maul chuckled softly and moved to get out of bed.

You sprung after him, wrapping your arms around his midsection, your fingers sinking into his soft red skin. He couldn’t get ready to leave if you had any say in it. Or so you thought.

This brought another laugh out of him as he moved to throw you over his shoulder. You shouted in protest as he moved to the washroom.

He set you on the counter next to the sink where you met his loving and hungry gaze. He took you all in as you sat there in your sheer nightgown. He placed his hands on either side of you and leaned forward.

“I will miss waking up this,” he said, eyes scanning your body.

The way he spoke awoke something inside of you and the heat continued to grow and he placed a kiss on your lips. You returned it with every bit of passion you could muster while wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him in closer. You pressed yourself against him, savoring the way his skin felt against every inch of you.

His hands were entangled in your hair as he pulled your head to the side where he began kissing your neck softly. You let out a gasp at the sensation.

He then moved to pick you up, your legs wrapping around his torso where you could feel him grow against you. You could hardly contain yourself around him.

As the kissing grew deeper and more desperate, he set you down outside of the washroom. He broke away from you to pull you in and kiss your forehead. Your body whined for more.

“I’ll be out in a bit, precious,” he said before closing the door in your face.

You huffed and banged on the door in response. “You can’t just do this to me!”

All you heard in response was a laugh. Little did he know what you were plotting, and that he wasn’t going to be leaving you behind this time.

#maul #darth maul #star wars #jedi #Maul x reader #maul x y/n #star wars survivor #jedi fallen order

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