#maul x you

[foxigemini]

My Lord (Darth Maul x Female Reader Smut)

Summary: When Maul took over the throne of Mandalore, you knew your best option was to surrender after watching him kill Duchess Satine. What could you do after all? You were powerless against the powers he possessed.

Warnings: Nsfw, Smut, Dub-Con, Dom/sub, Unprotected Sex, Violence, Force-Choking.

Author's notes: Just pretend Mother Talzin fixed Maul up with a lower body of flesh and bone, okay?

"Do you swear allegiance to me?"

"Yes, My Lord." Prime Minister Almec got down to his knees and bowed his head.

"Yes, My Lord," you spoke, your voice barely beyond a whisper as you kneeled before the new ruler or Mandalore. You glanced up at Maul, your breath leaving your lungs at the look he gave you. His eyebrow was raised, his lips curved into a slight smile as his eyes drank in the sight of you. You quickly averted your gaze to the floor again, your cheeks burning as a familiar ache pooled in the pit of your stomach. There was something about him that you found utterly attractive. Perhaps it was his commanding charisma and authority you found appealing or simply the fact he had the power to kill you with a simple snap of his hand.

"Y/n, is it?" You jumped at the sound of your name, your heart hammering wildly as you looked up at him again.

"Y-Yes, My Lord."

"You were Duchess Satine's personal aide, were you not?"

"Yes, My Lord."

Maul smiled. "Perfect. Then, you shall be mine."

A rush of arousal surged through your sex as he spoke the word "mine." You closed your eyes, nodding at your new Lord.

"Yes, My Lord."

Maul's soft chuckle vibrated through the air, sending ripples through your body. "Excellent. Everyone, leave us. I need to speak with my aide alone."

You held your breath as everyone left, your eyes flickering, but looked firmly at the floor as Maul started stalking around you in a circle.

"Stand up."

You instantly obeyed and felt as if an invisible force ordered you—something else than the dark force. Your cheeks burned as Maul stepped closer, still circling you, slowly, like a predator stalking their prey.

"Will you obey me in all things, my dear?" Maul whispered right beside your ear, his hot breath licking the skin on your nape.

"Y-Yes, My Lord," you whispered back, gulping as you felt your entire body tremble from the closeness of his body behind you.

"All things?"

"Y-Yes, My Lord."

"Good. Good." Maul leaned down, inhaling your scent. You closed your eyes and took a quivering breath as another wave of arousal flooded through your core as the touch of his breath sent a trail of goosebumps across your skin.

"You can leave now. And send in the Prime Minister. I need to speak with him."

Flashing your eyes open, you looked at him confused, but Maul only had a smug grin on his face as he returned to sit on the throne.

"Yes, My Lord," you said and bowed before you left the great hall. Once the door closed behind you, you relaxed your shoulders and let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. What was that about?

Maul continued to tease you for weeks. Little hints here and there. Words whispered into your ear how beautiful you looked in the dresses he bought for you. A slight touch of his fingers or his hand on your lower back as he walked beside you. His smirks haunting, taunting you until your body was practically begging for him to take you. Yes, he certainly seemed to enjoy this little frustrating game he played with you.

One day, Maul returned home frustrated over something. He barked at the guards more than usual and banged the door close behind him using the force.

"Y/n?! Where are you?! I need you here, now!!!"

You heard his shouting throughout the castle, his voice vibrating through the walls into your room. You hurried to the great wall with your breath in your throat, closed the door behind you before kneeling at his feet.

"My Lord."

Maul watched your kneeling form beneath him, his gaze licking the shape of your body dressed in the tight, black dress he'd bought for you. It was so easy to play you into his will, so easy to manipulate your submissive mind. Back on his home planet, the males might be the submissive ones, but here it was different. Here, he had all the control. And there was nothing he loved more.

"Undress."

A pang of heat rushed through you at his words, and you flickered your eyes as you looked up at him.

"W-What?"

An instant flash of anger burned in Maul's eyes, and he lifted his hand. Your eyes widened when you felt the invisible force around your throat, forcing you up on your feet. You were choking, struggling for breath as your frightened eyes stared at Maul. He had a wicked smirk on his face as he locked your arms behind your back with the force, leaving you completely at his mercy.

"M-My Lord...please...," you begged through his choking, but shamefully felt how wet you had become.

Maul tilted his head as he let go of your throat. Your head fell down and you gasped for air, felt his fingers on your chin, lifting your head up.

"You said you would obey me in all things, did you not?"

"Yes, My Lord," you whispered and looked up at him, met his eyes looking mockingly down at you.

"Well, I want you to undress for me."

You bit down on your lip and closed your eyes. What options did you really have? He would kill you if you didn't obey. That much you knew. And besides...wasn't this what you wanted after all? Opening your eyes, you took a deep breath as you looked up at him and nodded.

"Excellent," Maul purred and let go of your arms. You slumped down on the floor as the force left you. Rising to your feet, you started disrobing your dress, slowly pushing the straps down your shoulders and sliding the tight material down your body. Shyly, you glanced up at Maul and his expression caused another wave of arousal between your legs. His yellow eyes looked transfixed on the naked skin your hands laid bare for him. It spurred you on, his apparent attraction for you encouraging your boldness. A smile tugged on your lips as you removed your bra and let it drop to the floor. Next to disappear from your body were your panties, and then you stood naked before your Lord.

"Beautiful. Absolutely exquisite," Maul mumbled as he circled to stand behind you, his thumb and finger rolling a nipple between his fingers, pinching it lightly. You gasped as the sudden pain sent a pleasurable surge to your core and you had to press your trembling thighs together. Maul noticed it and chuckled.

"I can smell your arousal, little human," he rasped into your ear as his other hand moved down between your legs, his fingers playing with your clit. A soft moan escaped your lips and your hips bucked against his hand. Maul snickered and ran his fingers through your folds, gathering the wetness pooling there.

"So wet and needy," Maul grinned and lifted his fingers to his mouth, sticking out his tongue and flicking it across his finger, tasting your arousal. You mewled at the sight and pressed your thighs together to ease the ache now throbbing violently with need to have his cock inside you.

"Your thoughts betray you, little one," Maul mused into your ear before he walked over to the throne and sat down. "You want my cock? You'll have to earn it first."

All your previous shyness was gone. All you cared about now was how much you wanted him inside you. Smirking, you lowered yourself to your hands and knees and started crawling over to him. A smirk curled the corner of Maul's lip as he watched you crawl over to him like a cat in heat. So obedient you were, so eager to please your Master. You stopped between his parted legs and looked up at him with the submissive, innocent gaze you knew he craved.

"Go ahead, little one. Get that cock into your mouth."

Biting your lip, you opened his trousers, your mouth watering as his long, glorious cock bounced out. It looked just as you'd imagined, black with the same red markings covering his body. Darting your tongue out, you looked up into his yellow eyes as you swirled it around the tip of his cock, earning a grunt in return. You smirked and took the cock head into your mouth, sucked it between your lips, teasing him until he gave what you wanted.

Maul groaned and took the back of your head in his hand, pushing you down on his cock with one, forceful thrust. You gagged, your eyes widening as the Sith shoved his cock down your throat. Maul growled, the sound resonating throughout the room, pulsating in your clit, cunt throbbing to be filled.

"That's it, little human...take it like a good girl."

Maul took a painful grip on your hair, holding your head still as he started thrusting into your mouth. He buried his cock down your throat so deeply your vision got blurry and saliva drooled down your chin as you desperately choked for air.

Maul growled and yanked you away from his cock. You stared up at him with wide eyes, your chest rising and falling rapidly as you tried to catch your breath. Maul leaned down and crashed his mouth against yours, kissing you violently and smearing your saliva all over his lips. You mewled into the kiss, gasped as Maul suddenly lifted you up on his lap and impaled you on his cock.

"Fuck!!!" you cried out and arched your back as Maul's cock stretched you out and filled you up.

"Oh, you like that, my dear?" Maul chuckled darkly, watching your quivering body as he buried himself balls deep inside you. "I asked you a question!" he snarled, took a fistful of your hair and yanked your head back. His other hand was on your waist, forcing you in place on his cock.

"Yes!" you shrieked at the pain on your scalp, struggling to break free from his grip, his cock buried deep inside you, making you feel so full.

"Yes, what?!"

"I love it! I love your cock inside me, Master!"

"That's right. And it's the only cock you'll ever feel."

Maul let go of your hair, his hand landing on the other side of your hip as he started pounding up into your cunt. You held onto his shoulders, your entire body trashing like a ragdoll as he fucked you hard, ferociously. You lost your mind in a pleasurable haze, all your thoughts dismantling in a cloudy fog as pleasure consuming you. A few seconds later, Maul roared as he fucked you over the edge, his cum pumping into your spasming pussy.

You slumped down on Maul's still clothed chest with a satisfied smile, feeling his cock slide out of you along with his cum.

Maul watched your naked form snuggling up against his body, his hands gently stroking your hips. He kept staring at you as something filled his chest. Something soft and warm and...Maul shook his head, frowning at the sickening feelings inside him. He grabbed your arms and lifted your upper body away from his chest.

"You did good. Now, run along, little human. I have business to attend to. I'll summon you when I need you again."

A shadow of disappointment washed over you, but you quickly regained your bearings. Maul was a Sith, of course he didn't care about you. This was all about him and his needs. Quickly, you got dressed while Maul sat on the throne, looking bored and waiting for you to leave already. You bit on your lip and pushed back your tears as you walked out of the room and closed the door behind you.

Maul watched the closed door with a troublesome feeling in his gut. Then, he blinked his eyes and pushed these strange feelings away as a smirk spread across his face. He felt so much better after this little rendezvous, so much more focused and calm. Yes, he would have use of you whenever he needed to relieve some stress. His exquisite little human.

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[dreamlandcreations]

Beauty and the Beast

Darth Maul x Queen of Naboo!Reader

Summary: Maul is tasked to keep you in line while his master's plan comes together on Coruscant...

Warnings: angst, enemies to lovers (it doesn't really get to the lovers part but that's where this is going); mentions of child kidnapping, of murder and maybe other war crimes, of blackmail/threats (from canon), not proofread at all, a mess of POVs, long fic?, idk I went a little crazy with this

inspired by @alexversenaberrie's edits for @maulweek

~ 3K words

You called him a beast the first time you've seen what he is capable of. You never would have thought that he takes it to heart and tries to hide from you through the weeks when he acts as your guard while keeping you imprisoned in your own palace.

Maul wasn't much of a talker, so to say he was speechless when he saw you for the first time would probably not justify the feelings that still hold him captive from that moment - along with the pain and rage that your words caused him, of course - but he had no better way to describe the experience, as he was never taught to indulge in anything like this. Quite the opposite actually.

He was holding onto those lessons, trying to fuel his rage with the pain he felt when he realised he wanted you and you would never feel the same. He was trying to hate you, telling himself that you are just a spoiled princess who is nothing but a pawn in his master's plans.

His resolve would crumble within seconds of meeting you each day. The way you proudly held on and denied each offer of an easy way out, readily providing a defiant and sometimes mocking answer to everything your weak-minded enemies said. They thought they could break you but Maul knew better, he felt your strength and the underlining growing rage that might just burn them all in the end.

The Queen of Naboo fascinated him beyond words, not just with her beauty that he was fortunate to witness without all the paint you hide behind these days, but everything else he learned about you in this short time. Even the fact that you are strong enough to keep him out of your mind.

You felt his eyes on you all the time, he never said anything but most of the time you could tell what he was thinking. For how little he was showing of his face, it was really telling. Especially his eyes, that you were unfortunately too mesmerised by to look away from on the rare occasion he was actually facing you and not staring out of the window or looking menacingly at your captors.

But he was also your captor, you had to remind yourself way too often. Your mind regularly took you in the direction of wondering about his past. Because you needed to understand him in order to defeat him. Or at least that's what you've been telling yourself.

One afternoon he decided to barge into your bedchamber and caught you hacking into the Trade Federation's network to communicate with your trusted handmaidens, one of which took your place and your senator who escaped with the Jedi the Sith tried to kill. He smashed the consol with his mind and grabbed you by your throat, finding you without your armour of paint and jewels.

For a moment Maul thought the tears, fear and pain he saw were a result of his attack but the message you just listened to was still on and the display kept glitching but he understood the point of the news you received. The Senate abandoned you.

He saw how your misery turned into scorching anger that any Sith could envy and he couldn't help but stare admiringly. Then he let you go, curious as to what you would do. He did not expect you to have a weapon in your sleeve though.

It took him by surprise, not just the dagger but the attack too. You were nowhere near as good as him but you were trained well to use everything to your advantage and if he was an ordinary man, you might have managed to seriously hurt him too.

The first stab grazed his cheek, drawing a faint line of blood but he didn't even flinch and that somehow made you angrier, if that was possible. He let you surrender to your rage, not even trying to stop your attacks, just leaning away and stepping backwards a few times until he got you next to a pillar and grabbed your hand, hitting it against the stone until you dropped the blade.

He caught you, turning you around and pulling you to him, trapping you in his arms as you fell to the floor then he just let you scream with helpless rage while you still struggled against him. But after a while you became too exhausted, sagging in his hold completely, the back of your head hitting his shoulder.

He let you go after savouring your closeness for a stolen moment. After you pulled away, turning around, positioning yourself to face him while you sat against the pillar he carefully moved too, not to scare or agitate you. Resting his elbow on his bent knee, he subtly leaned a little closer, studying you while you collected yourself.

He didn't say anything as you calmed down and wiped your tears with your sleeve. Then you were looking at him, trying to figure out why he let you off so easily and you wanted to ask so many other things but you realised you didn't even know what to call him, so you asked first, "What is your name?"

"Maul," he answered before he could think this through and didn't even take your acknowledging hmm as an insult as he might with anyone else. And before you could start to interrogate him, he let his curiosity known.

"What is yours?" Your frown told him what would be your answer, so he quickly clarified. "The real one."

Maul didn't expect to get a weak smile at that and even though it was gone before he could blink, he knew it was there and the image would surely come back to plague him later.

"Can't you read my mind and find out?" You arched a brow challengingly, almost playfully and he felt a tug in his hearts at that. Before you continued and managed to hit a sensitive topic. "I thought Jedi could make people do things..."

"I am not a Jedi!" he growled back at you, cutting off your taunting.

"Clearly," you responded with only a little less hint of disdain.

He narrowed his eyes, apparently deeply insulted by the comparison. "The force is not the privilege of the Jedi, no matter how highly they put themselves above others."

"Is that why you hate them?"

"They wiped out my kind." You frowned at that.

"You are a Zabrak, aren't you? Your kind lives on Iridonia and Dathomir, I..."

He interrupted again, obviously not wanting to discuss that topic either but his confused expression betrayed the reason for his sudden change of topic. "The Jedi will not help you, nor will the Senate. Sign the treaty and end the suffering of your people."

Now that you were starting to understand him, you knew how to get what you wanted. In his case, with a little bit more antagonizing while satisfying your curiosity. "You could force me to sign it. Why didn't you?"

He stood up, turning his back on you, going to take his usual place in your presence, staring out of the window. "Only the weak are easy to control."

"You almost killed two Jedi, I don't suppose that is an easy task either."

He turned back to you, reaching up and slowly taking off his hood, daring you to look away. So you didn't. You kept looking at him, taking in his features with little to no emotion on your own face.

"What? You don't find this beast so hideous anymore now that you have no other hope?"

Now that, got him a reaction. You looked at him in utter confusion before you understood what he was referring to.

"I did not call you a beast because of the way you look but for how you acted." Although you truly meant it, he took the hint of laughter in your voice in the wrong way.

Quickly making the distance between you, he grabbed you by your throat once more. "You think I am so easily fooled?"

It was a little harder to breathe from the pressure but he wasn't really hurting you so you took a chance and went back to the question he dodged twice now. "If you don't believe me, why don't you look for yourself? See what I think about you."

You could see how he was struggling to hold back something but he gave up on it after a long moment of silent contemplation. But he decided to show you instead of simply telling.

You felt something trying to push into your consciousness, and despite it being almost gentle, something in you snapped and shouted inwardly 'no!' as you somehow pushed it away like it burned you. Your vision darkened for a second, and you could have blamed it on that or the following dizzyness that you saw a hint of a smile on his usually stern face but his eyes were still telling, speaking of feelings you did not want to dig deeper into.

But then he confirmed his admiration for you as he explained with a gentle tone, "You are strong. To break down your walls would mean breaking you."

With his answer, his hold on you loosened too and if you didn't know better you would have sworn you felt him caress your chin as he let you go. He moved to step back and give you some space but you surprised him again.

"Try it again."

It was almost cute how he tilted his head to the side and regarded you with utter astonishment. Then he did as you asked.

Your little experiment went a bit sideways though, because while you managed to let him in, somehow you also caught a memory he obviously didn't mean to project to your mind. And he did not take your thoughts well to that painful memory of one of the first lessons he remembered.

"I am not broken," he growled, oversimplifying what you thought.

"Yes, you are." You boldly approached him, explaining your conclusions with a gentle tone. "The Jedi take very young children to train them. You were taken too. Otherwise, you would know more about your origin, if it had been your choice to leave."

He didn't answer and even refused to look at you but you were not afraid anymore. You didn't have much to lose anyway.

"You have a master, don't you?" Still no answer. "He's the one who broke you. And he will order you to break me too."

He knew you were right but it would mean that all of his suffering was for nothing, because he knew couldn't do it. He couldn"t hurt you and he will lose everything. So he did what he was taught and leaned on his anger, lashing out at you to avoid facing the truth.

"What do you know of any of that, Your Highness? Living in your fancy little palace, surrounded by servants and riches must have been a terrible fate."

The fury reflected in his glowing eyes might have scared you a few days ago, but not anymore. You did not even return his anger, answering in a calm and confident tone that enchanted him.

"I was elected to be Queen for the first time when I was barely fourteen. While I can't even imagine what you went through, I do have an idea about the weight of expectations put on you when you are way too young to bare them."

You jumped a little as he finally silenced the still crackling comms and left without a word.

The next morning your predictions came true. His master contacted them.

"Let's end this once and for all. Make her sign it." The hooded figure ordered him and for the first time in years, he did not follow the instruction immediately.

"If I force her mind open, it will kill her."

Maul knew it was no use to try to subtly argue and his master confirmed that without delay. "She only has to live long enough to sign the treaty."

"I understand, my master." And for the first time, since he can remember, he truly did. He knew what he had to do.

Maul, as always, kept his eyes on you from the moment you were led into the throne room in your usually complicated attire. You didn't meet his gaze though, probably preparing for the worse.

The droids surrounded you, with the two Neimoidians on Maul's right. They asked for your cooperation one more time. You refused.

Maul reached out and took hold of you with the force, finally making you look at him as he held your body immobile. He grabbed his lightsaber and ignited one of the blades, making his supposed allies nervously fidgety next to him.

Your gaze flickered to the blade too before you met his again with confusion. Then you felt it. The nudge against your mind, it was deceptively gentle but it made you gasp and your eyes widen and that was enough to fool your enemies for now.

Maul realised you didn't trust him, so he had to change his plans if he didn't want to risk you getting hurt. So his eyes flickered in the direction of the throne where he knew the guns were still hidden and he applied a little more force into his hold to let you know he will push you that way.

The four droideka were firing before their masters even realised what was going on. He dodged their shots whit his lightsaber, cutting down the Viceroy with the same swing. You quickly grabbed the weapon, using the throne as a cover and fired on the other droids and witnessed with awe as Maul sent two of the shielded droid out the large window, crushed another with a big piece of stone he pulled from the floor and simply crushed the last one with the force.

Despite the loud fight, you did not hear any reinforcements approaching so when Maul dragged the other Neimoidian from his hiding place you approached them and to your new friend's amusement didn't hesitate to knock the other male out with one punch.

Maul felt his hearts skip a beat or two as you smiled at him with gratitude. He felt himself to be in some kind of trance as he deactivated his lightsaber and stepped closer to you.

He wanted to reach out and touch you but halted as he realised that he would smear the paint he liked to refer to as your armour. You caught the hint of the smile he was trying to hide but before you could ask, he reminded you that your fight was not done yet.

The two of you went to the chamber that was used as a prison, freeing the pilots and guards and locking in the Neimoidian.

It was easy from then on, with the droid control ship gone so was the invading army.

Somewhere during the meeting between the remaining council members, Maul wandered away and you later found him lounging on your throne. You stifled a laugh and quickly stopped your guards from shooting at him, dismissing them stating that, "I will be perfectly safe."

When you look at him, he silently taunts you and you could almost hear the "Why are you so sure that you are perfectly safe with me." And you can't help but smile at that, looking at him with a similar expression that says "Comfortable?"

Then he stands before you in a blink of an eye, reaching out again but stopping this time as well. Only for you to take his hands, stepping a little closer.

Your smile fades as you realise. "You want to leave."

He shakes his head, looking away. "I defied my master, he will not forget that."

"So you just plan to be on the run for the rest of your life?"

Your anger takes him by surprise, he expected you to be glad that you don't have to deal with the political headache that his presence would bring. And he certainly not expected you to be ready to fight for him.

"You can stay here. If you want." The addition to the offer was not lost on him. So much has changed in such a little time span, he was free to choose what to do, and he wasn't sure how to handle this.

Taking his silence as a sign that he was thinking about it you started to think through the possibilities. "I am certain you can handle any assassin he would send and I doubt your mysterious master would come here personally..."

Your tone asked for confirmation but he just quietly huffed at the way you said 'mysterious' as one would call someone a coward or something equally insulting.

"The Jedi and the Senate will want my head."

He thought that was it, but again, it seems he underestimated your stubbornness. "Well, fuck the Jedi and fuck the Senate. They did not save us. You did."

"I also helped your enemies."

You sighed and let go of his hands to cup his cheeks like he wished to do with you countless times. And he felt his throat tighten not just at that gesture but because of what you said next. "Was that something you chose to do?"

He took a deep breath and looked down again, unable to meet your eyes. Unable to handle your faith in him. But you did not let him go that easy.

"Stay with me," you asked in an almost whisper, feeling just how fragile was this moment.

When he looked at you again he placed his hands on yours and you felt the now familiar push that meant he was trying to read your thoughts. You let him but you also said them out loud.

"Stay." You repeated. "I will protect you and you will keep me safe."

He smiled at that. It was little more than a hint of amusement but it reached his eyes and sight filled you with warmth.

You were so preoccupied with the sight that you did not realise he went a little deeper, chasing that emotion he felt from the moment you met but could never put it into words. He understood that you knew what it was but weren't ready to consciously acknowledge it yet, he would have to ask you later. Until then he might just get more comfortable with his other feelings and newfound freedom, he could live with this annoying little tug on his hearts and what one might call a soul for a little while. Only if it didn't get more bothersome every time you smile at him. Like now, when he returns your promise with a single word. "I'll stay."

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[thenightmarketofdathomir]

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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[yandere-wishes]

Fighting the feminine urge to write the darkest, angstiest yet simultaneously the fluffiest fic. Featuring Yandere! Darth Maul, Yandere! Anakin Skywalker and baby Luke and Leia.

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[bits-and-babs]

✦ 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 ✦

– KINKTOBER DAY 7: INCUBUS

maul x reader | smut, 18+ | 1.0k words

summary: a strange creature visits your dreams, promising to satiate a yearning body he heard call to him across the force.

cw: f!reader, incubus! — somnophilia and dub-con by default, p in v sex, size kink, rough sex, choking, use of pet name ‘dove’. not my finest work, but i wanted to play around.

⇽ KINKTOBER MLIST | DAY 8: ROLEPLAY ⇾

Karlini silk pools around your body, the thin veil of fabric clinging to your sweat-damp skin. The sensation is what draws your attention from the black chasm of slumber, but the discomfort isn’t enough to wake you. Instead, you lay suspended between absolute unconsciousness and an obscure dream. Brows furrowed, lips parted, you try to focus on the blurred vision at the edge of your cognisance.

The pleasant weightlessness of sleep shifts when you sense the delicate brush of something sharp across the curve of your bare shoulder. It’s not painful– isn’t cold like a blade, but it raises goosebumps across your skin. Still, your presence of mind fails to drag you from your slumber, even when you feel a warm breath fan across your cheekbone.

“I hear your yearning,” a purring voice whispers in your ear, almost goading in its tone. Like urging you to succumb to its alluring timbre. Almost tentatively, a weight begins to settle across your torso, sinking you deeper into the mattress and further into your slumber. “Your fervour. So potent, I could hear it even through the shroud of the force.”

Rumbling sounds of empathy twist slightly, the spectre relishing in your subconscious suffering. As though it had manifested the longing inside you, desire pools between your thighs, desperate for the attention of this apparition. 

Heavy hips settle against your own, spreading your thighs open just beyond their flexibility, the delicious strain evidence of the sheer size of the presence. Blunt flesh slips itself between the lips of your cunt, nudging your feverish clit. 

A gasp tumbles from your lips, and you see. Through the fuzzy darkness, you see the vague vision of sly, scarlet lips exposing force-mottled teeth. 

“I taste it. How receptive you are to my touch,” the hum of the creature's voice skitters down your spine, pooling heavy between your thighs as it begins to roll its hips forwards. A heaving gasp tumbles from your lungs, knuckles bleached with the strength you grasp onto the silk beneath you. Thick and heavy, the throbbing intrusion threatens to pull you from your dreams as your walls strain against the unyielding push of his pelvis. 

Slick leaks from your cunt, drooling down the inside of your thighs to match the wetness of the tears of bliss that weep down the apples of your cheeks. You hear the spectre chuckle to itself, relishing in your body’s bewilderment. Pain or pleasure? Fear or bliss?

“Is it not manifest?” The smooth, raspy tone settles beside the shell of your ear, a feather-light dance of hot breath fanning across your skin, “I am extending charity to you; a poor, neglected dove.” 

The stretch of your slick pussy walls still feels too distant to be real, veiled with a dream-like fogginess that would clear upon waking. Yet–... Your eyelids still felt so heavy, and the gentle push of a velvety head into something blissful inside of you felt so tangible.

“The least you could do–” a heavy drag of his tongue against your throat causes your back to arch from the bed, sighing blissfully as the apparition tasted at your salty skin. It pauses against your pulse, and the creature's lips peel apart in a smirk with his enamel resting over your jugular,  “--is offer yourself in libation.”

The sudden arc of the creature’s hips, pushing the rest of his length into your tight cunt with a sharp thrust rocks you from the dream-world you’d found yourself suspended in. Something akin to a shriek of shock and a wail of bliss dies in your throat when the Zabrak slips his tongue inside of your mouth. You coat his taste buds, sweet and heady – he’d been pleasuring you long before you noticed the creature’s presence. 

The fiery red of the Zabrak’s skin blurs in your tear-laden vision, using the weight of his vast body to pin you into the mattress and fuck into you. Untethered by your consciousness, a brutality unleashes itself from the Dathomirian. Sinking his teeth into your neck, he thrusts deep inside of your clenching cunt, groaning loudly at the slick sounds of protest when he stuffs deep inside you over and over again. 

A strong, thick palm winds itself around your throat, index finger and thumb settling either side in the hollow of your flesh below either earlobe. The webbed, blackened apex of his purlicue settles against your windpipe, and the Zabraki seems to take great pleasure in applying slow, crushing pressure until your breath catches and your brain fizzes. Topaz eyes inlaid with ruby spark with glee to see you struggle, your toes curling in the sheets and hips rising to meet his own. 

“Ah, that’s it,” the creature laughs, heady and rumbling between your ears as your nails bite into the bi-colour flesh of his shoulder. You’re unsure if the warm, sticky wetness you feel beneath your fingers is blood or perspiration. “You feel it, don’t you?”

The shuddering of your body and slackness of your jaw tells the creature what your voice cannot. It’s arcing, flaring white hot like the shimmering edge of a lightsaber blade inside your pelvis. A delightful threat. 

“Come then,” he muses, thrilled with your struggle as you try so desperately to touch the oblivion he’s offering, the complete obliteration. It ebbs at the edges of your being, threatens to swallow you as he stuffs himself deep inside of your abused cunt. “Take it.”

A shudder, a snap. Something falls, then slots into place. A cool breeze seeps into the bedroom from the open window, net curtains drifting slightly as the moonlight leaks across the sweat soaked bed sheets and cools your searing hot skin. 

Deep breaths struggle to ease your heaving chest, eyes frantic as they search around the room for the crimson creature that had buried himself inside of you. The room is unstirring, untouched, and utterly silent. If not for the gnawing twinge at the base of your throat and the thick, seeping seed weeping from between your thighs, you could almost persuade yourself he hadn’t existed at all– an odd vision dancing across the force. 

Part of you didn’t want to.

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Anon Asked: I saw one of your posts with an autistic Maul headcanon, could I request autistic Maul x autistic reader headcanons perhaps? 

Imagine it, reader sharing weighted blankets, safe food perhaps, noise cancelling headphones/ear plugs, the two of them passing time together with a noise machine on to relax. Those are all I can think of at the moment sadly, thank you for your time!

AUTISTIC MAUL! AUTISTIC MAUL! EEEE! THANK YOU ANON! 😩

Also, I’m finally getting back into writing requests. >:3

Maul stims a LOT when he thinks people aren’t paying attention.

Of course, he wasn’t able to stim with Sidious on his ass all the time.

But now that he’s free, he can stim all he pleases!

His brothers don’t bat an eye at it, mostly because they’ve seen similar behavior before on Dathomir, and it’s something they’ve just grown up around enough to just not care.

Maul usually stims by pacing around, and humming to himself.

He loves the feeling of weighted blankets, but snuggling with his partner on top also feels good!

This man LOVES spicy snacks as a stim as well. Like, horribly painful to humans kind of spice. He’s a Zabrak, so his high pain tolerance keeps him from feeling the same side effects that humans do.

There are times where masking gets the better of him, and that’s where you come in!

It often takes him a long time to figure out what the hell is wrong with himself (usually it’s an annoying sound keeping him agitated, sometimes it can off-set his whole day even long after the sound has stopped.)

You can offer him sound-canceling headphones, a weighted blanket, etc. he won’t put up much of a fuss most of the time. However, if he starts rambling about his “power in the dark side” and how he “doesn’t need silly trinkets to survive” don’t be discouraged! He’s just stubborn, and will give in eventually, even if he grumbles about it.

He isn’t as keen on the noise machine as you might be, at least at first. There are some sounds he can’t stand (such as thunderstorms, for example, that reminds him of Sidious.)

He enjoys brown noise the best.

But by the end of the day, almost anything is better than sleeping in silence. Maul deeply hates prolonged silence.

Now picture a highly content Maul, snuggling you with a weighted blanket on top, with nothing but the sounds of breathing, Zabrak purring, and a noise machine running.

He won’t lie, but he won’t admit it, these accommodations make his life 10x better. He’s so much happier when his nervous system is being managed.

However… This doesn’t mean his mood swings are gone. Maul lost his lower half, and it’s led to a lot of emotional issues stemming from multiple places. But it helps, and that’s what matters.

And of course, his man has learned vigilance like no other. If you’re having a bad day, or if your dysregulated, he can always tell. It’s kinda scary LMAO.

Maul does it out of love, but he keeps tabs on you whenever he can, and will be very stubborn/firm with you about taking care of yourself.

He’s a pretty big hypocrite, lmao.

I’d love to do more if anybody feels up for sending in an ask! <3

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[ladyofthestarlight]

A little self-shipping never killed nobody right? I hope you can forgive me and enjoy with this with me :,)

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[and-claudia]

His Heir pt. 27 (Darth Maul x pregnant reader)

IT IS FUCKING HAPPENING!!!! (What is "it" read and find out)

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Warnings: mentions of throwing up (yay), mentions of medical stuff

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Waking up in Maul’s bed felt different now. It felt… nauseating? Shit. 

I quickly shoved Maul’s arms off of me and scrambled to get off of the bed. I was cursing the fact that he had such a massive bed. My frantic movements quickly woke him up. He could be heard behind me as I finally freed myself from the comforter and made it to the refresher. Maul followed in quickly behind me. I dropped to my knees and began to empty the contents of my stomach. It felt like it was taking every ounce of my energy away, and I gripped the sides of the seat for support. 

Maul has learned that if I was getting sick, I didn’t like to be crowded. I needed my space. Even if he wanted to be by my side for comfort, he knew better. So he stood over by the vanity, prepping a cool rag for once I was finished. Once it finally felt like nothing would come up, I sat back on my heels and let out a small groan as I lifted my head up. 

“Finished?” His voice didn’t hold any annoyance or disgust, he was just concerned. 

“Yeah… yeah, I think so…” I said nodding slowly before wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. 

He walked over and handed me the rag to which I gave a small thanks. I wiped the sweat off my face and the back of my neck. Maul offered me his hand and I hesitated to take it. 

“Not yet.” I mumbled. 

Maul gave me a small frown and sat down with me, still giving me some space in case I got sick once again. I took a few more deep breaths and after I decided it was only nausea and I wasn’t going to actually throw up again I scooted closer to Maul. He immediately shifted to allow me to sit between his leg, my back to him, and lean back into him as his arms came to wrap around my middle loosely. I sighed and relaxed into him, turning my head to rest it against my shoulder, blocking out the light of the room. 

“I thought this was supposed to end after the first trimester.” I whined slightly. 

I had just entered week 19 of my pregnancy. I hadn’t gotten sick since week 16 almost and now it seems as though it has come back with vengeance. 

“I’m sorry dear.” Maul said, rubbing a hand up and down my side.

We sat in silence for a few minutes before I spoke up again. 

“What time is it?” 

“Just about time to start getting ready.” 

I sighed. 

“If you want, we can just go to your appointment then I can bring you back here so you can rest for the day.” Maul offered.

I shook my head, “No, I need to keep working.” I insisted. 

“The only thing you need to do is keep yourself and our baby healthy.” He said back.

I knew he was right. Ever since the nausea came back work had been kicking my ass. But there was a lot to plan for. Maul and I were finding out the gender today but were going to keep it between us for a few weeks then host a banquet to announce it to everyone, Dasar had sent us the invitation to their wedding and so we were trying to figure out the logistics of that, it seemed like everyone was requesting meetings with Maul, it was just a lot. 

“Okay…” I finally sighed, sitting up so he could get off the floor and then help me get up as well. 

I got dressed and went to the kitchen where Maul had prepared a small breakfast for us. 

“I wasn’t sure if you’re appetite was still there, but you need to eat something at least.” He said. 

I nodded and grabbed a piece of toast off his plate. 

“Thank you.” 

After we ate we both finished getting ready for work before leaving for the day. We walked into Maul’s office before he lead me into mine and Qi’ra’s and over to my desk. 

“I’ll come to check on you around lunchtime, I have meetings until then. In the meantime, if your appetite comes back anymore try to eat something, okay?” Maul said as I sat down. 

I nodded, “I will.” I sighed as I leaned back into my chair more, grateful that Maul had gotten me a new one. 

He nodded before leaning over and pressing a kiss to my forehead.  

“I’ll see you later dear.” 

I turned in my chair and watched him walk out. 

“He’s quite affectionate today.” Qi’ra commented once he was through the door and it had closed behind him. 

“Yeah, I think he’s just excited about my appointment later today. We’re going to attempt to find out the gender, again.” I said as I turned on my datapad and began working on it. 

“I thought you guys already knew?” 

“We were supposed to find out a few weeks ago but the way they were positioned, the med droid couldn’t get a clear image. They’re quite stubborn, like their father.” I said with a small laugh. 

“So, if it’s not a boy, are you going to wait a while and try again?” She asked. 

I could tell her question was genuine but it still rubbed me the wrong way. I knew traditionally an heir is male, but if Maul and I were to have a daughter, she’d be just as good an heir as a son would be. It made me worry some if it were a girl, would she be accepted as well as a boy would be? 

“No, if it’s a girl she’d be his heir.” I said, slightly snappy.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean it like that… He mentioned your appetite wasn’t there this morning. Is everything okay?” She asked, changing the subject.

“Morning sickness came back, and it came back strong.” I sighed, leaning back, one hand on my stomach, the other still holding my datapad. 

“Remind me to never have kids.” She said causing us both to laugh. 

The day passed without much more excitement. When Maul came to see me during lunch I informed him that my appetite had returned and that I was starving. So we each took a small break to go have lunch in his office. Then after that, it was back to work. The closer we got to my appointment though, the more anxious I got. 

I was in the middle of reviewing a report from a lower advisor when Maul walked in. 

“Are you ready, dear?” Maul’s voice caused me to jump slightly. 

“Shit! Don’t scare me like that!” I said, turning off the device. 

Maul stifled a laugh, “My apologies. Are you ready to head to the appointment?” 

“Yes, will you help me with my shoes?” I asked, seeing as I had slipped them off under my desk earlier.

He nodded and came over to help. 

“Lady Qi’ra, com me if anything happens.” He said, after he helped me stand up, I wasn’t to the point where I quite needed the help but it was appreciated nonetheless because I knew I would actually start needing it soon. 

“Yes, Lord Maul.” She said giving us a small nod as we walked out. 

I opted to hold Maul’s hand instead of his arm as we walked. I hadn’t realized quite how hard I was holding it either. 

“Are alright dear?” He asked. 

“Yes, nervous is all.” I reassured him as we walked into the medical unit. 

No one was there, Maul always made sure that my appointments were completely private. So we walked in and were taken straight back. They did all the necessary check-ups that needed to be done on me and the baby before beginning the actual scan. 

“Have they moved into a better position to tell what we're having?” I asked as the droid silently ran the probe across my belly. 

“Yes, I have a clear view now. Would you like to know the sex of the baby?” The droid asked. 

I looked to Maul, and he gave me a small nod. 

“Yes, please.” I said, squeezing Maul’s hand. 

“Congratulations, it’s a boy.” 

It took a second for the words to process. Suddenly everything felt so real. Maul and I weren’t just having a baby. I wasn’t just carrying his heir. We were going to have a son, our own little boy. 

“Leave us.” I heard Maul say to the droid, though it felt like he was far away. 

He cleaned off the gel from my stomach before helping me sit up. His hands came to cup my cheeks as he wiped away my tears with his thumbs. 

“A boy, Yn, we’re going to have a son.” He said, smiling brightly. 

I nodded and grabbed his hands mine to move them from my cheeks to my stomach. My hands rested on top of his as I looked up at him. 

“That’s our baby boy…” I smiled before leaning up to kiss him. 

He pulled away and rested his forehead against mine. 

“I know… It feels a lot more real now, doesn’t it?” 

I nodded slightly. 

“We can’t tell anyone though. Not until the gala.” I said. 

“I won’t. We should get to planning that soon though.” 

“Yes, but let’s just celebrate tonight.” I asked smiling as he smirked back at me knowing exactly how I wanted to celebrate. 

A/N: I KNOW everyone LOVES Girl Dad! Maul but when I first had this concept I wanted him to have his son first to rectify the childhood that he never got as a boy.

A/N2: I already have a name picked out, but I want to hear y'all's theories on names

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[zoeykallus]

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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[and-claudias-world]

His Heir pt 25 (Darth Maul x Pregnant! reader)

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The past handful of days, living with Maul had been pure bliss. Everything just seemed so perfect. Even Qi’ra had been decently pleasant this week. Everything was as it should be. Until now. I had woken up in a bad mood. I wasn't sure why but I did, and now every little thing was adding to it, especially the way Maul seemed to be ignoring me. He wasn't I was just being moody and jealous. 

The meeting with Rellen was stressing everyone out. Her father was one of the head sponsors of Crimson Dawn. He had recently, unexpectedly passed away, leaving her in charge. She was known for being over the top, very dramatic, and just spoiled by her daddy’s money. I just hoped she would have enough of a brain to continue on with what her father had already had in place. 

Maul had already left for the morning, leaving me to get ready alone. Another thing to add to my bad mood. When I got to his office everyone was waiting outside for us to head to the meeting room together. One of the advisors smiled at me and said that I look like I was “absolutely glowing today” and it rubbed me the wrong way. It felt like that was just something you say to pregnant women to make them feel better. Regardless, I said thank you and continued on to Maul’s office. When I opened the door Qi’ra was handing Maul her datapad to look at something, and she was standing a bit too close. 

“Good morning, darling.” Maul said with a smile, handing the datapad back.

“Am I interrupting?” I asked, a slight snark tone in my voice. 

“Not at all. Just finishing up a few things before the meeting.” Qi’ra said. 

She was being genuine and deep down I knew that but my mind was already set on being in a bad mood so I didn’t care. 

“Good.” I said, “Maul would you help me with my necklace?” I said walking over and handing it to him. 

“Of course.” He took it and carefully clasped it for me as Qi’ra stepped out. 

“Is everything alright? You seem upset.” He said gently. 

“I’m fine.” I said, but I knew he wouldn’t buy it. 

He looked at me knowing that I was lying. But before he could say anything his com buzzed. 

“Lord Maul, we are all set in the meeting room.” A droid’s voice sounded through the small device. 

“We can talk about this later< alright?” He asked, rubbing my upper arm and leaning over to give me a kiss. 

I only nodded as we walked out of the room. We all walked behind him as he lead the way to the meeting room. Rellen should be arriving anytime now. As we waited for her everyone just kind of mingled about making small talk. I busied myself with looking over my notes for the meeting. 

Finally, nearly half an hour later, she walked in. Her skin-tight burgundy dress hugged her perfectly, just like the dresses I used to wear before I was pregnant. And the way she swayed her hips walking towards Maul was about to send me over the edge. She knew what she was coming in here for, but what she didn't know was he belonged to me. 

Just as the thought crossed my mind I had to remind myself that he didn’t. We may not have a label on what we were but he sure as hell wasn’t single. 

"Lord Maul, it's such an honor to be here, in your presence." She said and curtsied causing me to roll my eyes. 

"Yes, I'm sure it is. Now if we can hurry along the formalities we’ve been waiting for your arrival for some time now seeing as you are late." Maul said.

"My apologizes." She said as she followed him across the room with Qi'ra right behind them. 

Maul took his seat at the head of the table, with Qi'ra and Rellen on either side of him, I went to take my seat next to her but she held the chair in with her foot. 

"Excuse me, this is where I am supposed to sit for the meeting, move your foot." I said as politely as I could. 

She looked me up and down in disgust before turning to Maul. 

"Lord Maul, I only speak with the top advisors. Could you please point them out so I know who to speak with? I do not wish to speak some low life, nor will I sit next to one." She said clearly hinting at me. 

"Well, Qi'ra is my right hand.” He nodded to Qi’ra, “And this lovely lady is," he held a hand out to motion to me, "Is my head advisor, Yn." 

In the split send she was in shock I ripped the chair back and took my seat. 

"How did she become your head advisor?" She asked. 

"I would love to answer that for you." I sassed. 

"Well, I was asking Lord Maul." She shot back. 

"Too bad, I am going to answer you. I have worked for Maul long before Crimson Dawn was what it is now. I was with him back on Mandalore, and I've watched him grow Crimson Dawn from the ground up. Hell, I even ran it for a decent amount of time. I earned this position by being loyal to him." 

"Then why aren't you his right hand?" She shot back. 

"He had other plans for me." I said. 

She glanced down at my stomach and smirked as she met my eyes once again, "Yeah as his little plaything, but now it appears that you're not as fun as you once were."

I rolled my eyes. It was clear that she didn’t keep up with what was going on in here. 

"I'll have you know that he asked me to carry his heir to Crimson Dawn." 

She turned back to Maul, "Lord Maul you do know there were others out there that would have willingly given you a much better heir than she ever could." 

"Perhaps that is true, but we have better things to discuss. So if we could get going with it." Maul growled. 

His word went straight through me. It was a knife through the heart.  For a split second, I have him an incredulous look. Out of the corner of my eye, I thought I saw Qi'ra give me a look of sympathy as she realized what he had just said. 

"You're right Lord Maul," I never used that title with him, "Qi'ra, why don't you take this one." I said sliding my datapad to her.

She didn't say a word just gave me a nod and picked up the device. 

"I thought you were supposed to lead this meeting." Maul said. 

"Well, I think Qi'ra should do it instead." I said. 

My tone was a bit more snappy than I meant for it to be but no one addressed it. 

For the rest of the meeting, I only spoke when I needed to and never directly to Maul. I couldn't even look at him right now. After everything I had done for him and everything I was currently doing for him, I mean I was literally having his baby, he had the audacity to say someone else could have given him a better heir. 

The moment the meeting was over I pushed back from the table and hurried off to my room, not Maul's quarters. I didn't want to be around anything that reminded me of him, which wasn't very effective seeing as his child was with me 24/7. I locked the door and crawled under the covers on the bed after slipping off my shoes. Though I hate to admit it I cried. 

After a few minutes, there was a knock on my door. I figured it was him so I didn't answer. 

"Yn, it's Qi'ra. May I come in?" Her voice surprised me. 

I slowly stood up from the bed. I checked my appearance only decide that I didn't care that I looked like shit before opening the door. 

"Why?" I asked. 

"Please, I know we haven't gotten along in the past but I felt the need to check on you. May I come in?" She asked. 

I stepped back into the room and nodded her in. She stepped passed me and I closed the door locking it once again, I didn't want him coming in. 

"If you want a drink, help yourself." I pointed over to the small bar in the corner. 

"Thank you, maybe in a moment." She looked around the room, "These are beautiful. I had heard about your paintings in the halls but I haven’t gotten to see them very often." 

"Thank you." I said awkwardly. 

"Why don't we sit for a moment." She said. 

We both took a seat on the loveseat. 

"What Lord Maul said today was out of line." She said. 

"You got a lot of balls saying that." I scoffed. 

"We both know it's the truth though, and if I could say it to anyone it would be you." She reasoned. 

I nodded, and despite my best efforts my eyes began to water as the emotions that I had felt when he first said it. 

"He's wrong. And I know I could get into... let's just say a lot of trouble, for saying that but he is. He doesn't know I came here, he thinks I went off to my quarters but I knew you'd be here. He doesn't know you're here either I don’t think. I believe he's under the impression that you weren't feeling well so you returned to rest in his quarters. You should try and talk to him, I don't think he realizes what he had said. But of course, do it on your own time. Or if you really want him to feel bad make him figure it out himself." She suggested with a smirk. 

I smiled at her, "Thank you Qi'ra." 

She nodded with a kind smile, "You're welcome. I figured with everything that is coming up for Crimson Dawn we might need to repair our rocky past. And this seemed like it might be our opportunity to start that process. I’m willing to put everything behind us. I can see now that you really don’t want my job." 

"I agree. And it’s about time." I joke slightly, returning the kind smile. 

"Well I should get going, I have a lot of work to do. I can see myself out." She said standing up. 

"Thank you Qi'ra." 

"Of course. If you ever just need to vent, I'm here if you need me. I mean we share an office, so I’m never too far away. Also, don't worry, I won't tell him you're here." She said before leaving, the door automatically locking once again. 

After she left there wasn't much to do in my quarters. I didn't want to do much anyways. So, I opted for watching a holofilm. 

Once that movie finished I wasted no time starting a second one. The loveseat wasn't the most common thing and I'd love to be sitting on the plush, lavish couch in Maul's quarters right now. At some point, I drifted off to sleep. The holoscreen was still on as well as the lamp beside the couch. 

I woke up sometime later now with a blanket draped over me, and everything turned off. Despite the darkness of the room, I could make out his figure on the opposite side of it. He had the chair away from my work desk and now sat in it, asleep with his arms crossed over his chest and head slumped forward. 

"Maul." I called his name and got no response. 

I grabbed one of the throw pillows and tossed it at him effectively waking him up. After he gained his surroundings he stood to turn on the lamp closest to him. 

"Yn, I was worried about you. I thought you weren't feeling well after the meeting so I went to check on you in my quarters but you weren't there. I began to fear the worse." He said. 

"Get out." I said sitting up more. 

He looked shocked. 

"Why? What have I done wrong?" 

"That's exactly it! You don't even know what you did which makes it all the worse. Just leave. You can come back when you realize what you've done wrong." I said standing up to lead him to the door. 

He was quiet and I knew what he was about to do, read my mind to find out but once again I blocked him. 

"Yn you can't block me out like that, what if something were to happen to you or the baby? I wouldn't know." He tried to reason as he walked to the door. 

He knew better than to argue with me, he always did. 

"Then I guess you better figure out what you did quickly." I said. 

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[commander-vas-normandy]

Careful || Maul

18+ for Sexual Content. Minors Do NOT Interact

Pairing: Maul x Female Reader

Wordcount: 1.9k

Warnings: Public sex, cockwarming, blood kink, biting, choking, slight humiliation, use of the word whore, orgasm denial, edging

A/N: I have never written Maul before and I have written (especially smut) in MONTHS, so like, just a heads up haha. Also not proofread. I skimmed it but mostly just wanted to get it posted before I got cold feet lol

Sitting in Maul’s lap, you couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride swelling in your chest. Sitting on the throne of Mandalore was an honor, but to sit in his lap as he sat on the throne? You could have gotten drunk off the power trip it gave you. Mandalorians in their full armor stood at the foot of the dais, their backs turned toward you as they stood guard. The room was filled with the wealthy, their attention mostly on each other except for the stolen glances toward you and their new ruler that you couldn’t help but to notice. After all, even the most self-centered couldn’t help but to spare a moment of their time toward the foreigners ruling over them. But for every Mandalorian gaze that fell upon you, the intensity of the only gaze that mattered seemed to grow.

Even as you watched the Mandalorians mingle in the light of the setting sun that cast through the large windows that overlooked the city, you could feel the fire of his gaze boring a hole through your very being. You didn’t dare glance at him, however, knowing full well that your feeling of power would crumble. For him, you would always crumble. 

Your lack of meeting his gaze did not go unnoticed by the zabrak. No, in fact, you could feel him shift beneath you as if trying to pull your attention back to him. When that did not work, he changed tactics. Gloved fingers started at the base of your spine, teasing the bare skin of your back just enough that you sat up a little straighter. His touch was feather light, but it was enough, especially as those wretched fingers of his started to trail upward and then back down, reaching up a little further each time to send shivers through previously untouched flesh. Still you did not look at him, but Maul was familiar with this game of yours. Normally he didn’t much care for your disobedience, especially in front of others, but he knew how to make you listen.

Slowly, the hand tracing your spine began to wander over elsewhere, skimming lightly over your side and teasing the curve of your breast that was just barely exposed by the sheer material of your dress. You took a shuddering breath, concentrating hard on looking at the crowd around you rather than the fingers lighting you up. Suddenly his fingers stopped, just barely resting at the base of your spine. You were so wrapped up in your disappointment that it nearly startled you when the fingers of his opposite hand began to ghost over the exposed skin of your thigh. You were beginning to curse how exposed your dress made you as his fingers taunted further and further up your bare thigh but never close enough to give you relief. It was everything in you not to clench your thighs together, begging for the friction he was not giving. Maul’s fingers eventually taunted you further, peeking just below the material of your skirt and touching everywhere but where you were aching for him.

You couldn’t help yourself as you shifted uncomfortably in his lap. You knew you were both aware of how wet you were already without him even really touching you. For you it was torture, but for him the fun was just beginning as he slipped a finger through your folds. He didn’t give you any real pleasure in his touch and it pulled a whimper from your lips that you tried dearly to choke down but failed miserably. If the Mandalorians at the foot of the steps heard you, they did not give a sign but the dark chuckle behind you let you know the sound had certainly been loud enough for him. Maul leaned forward, lips brushing your ear as that deep voice of his rumbled through your entire being.

“Careful, darling. Only I get to hear those noises.” The growl of his voice enveloped your entire being and you finally turned to look at him, desire written across your face. You wanted to say something smart, something clever enough to match his silver tongue, but between the intensity of his gaze and his fingers finally pushing into you all words died on your lips in favor of a pitiful gasp. There was something wicked in the way he grinned at you, teeth bared in a manner that could only come across as affection from him and him alone. He knew he would win your little game, it was only a matter of when.

“My Lord,” you gasped, trying your best to keep your reactions between the two of you. You would be a fool to think that your little show had gone completely unnoticed as the party’s center piece, but you hoped that maybe you could preserve some privacy. You wanted to look out to the party beneath you, gauge the reactions of the few who might be watching, but Maul held you still with his gaze alone. You would do anything he asked under that gaze.

“Do you wish to be heard so badly?” he taunted. His fingers curled within you just so that you had to bite your lip to keep quiet, breaking the skin enough that you could taste the faintest hint of blood. His hand on your back skimmed upward across your bare skin until he could knot his fingers in your hair and give a harsh tug. The shock of his action made you release your lip from between your teeth and he took the opportunity to dive in and collect your lips as his own. The slight tang of your blood made him groan and he bit your lip hard enough to further open your fresh wound and drag a whine out of you in the process. “Because that can be arranged.”

His fingers continued to drag across that sweet spot within you, tightening the knot in your gut and making your legs tremble. His thumb began swift circles on your clit and he nearly laughed at the pathetic look on your face as you held his gaze and tried your damndest to keep down the sounds of your strangled moans. You swore you heard the sound of armor shuffling behind you but you did not dare look away. 

“Maul… My Lord, please-” you begged, one hand braced on the arm of the throne behind you and the other clutching helplessly at his tunic as if that would ground you from the high that threatened to consume you. Just as you felt yourself begin to crest over your peak, his hand retreated and if you hadn’t been loud enough for the guards to hear before you were certain they had heard the noise of frustration that escaped you.

“Just because you want them to hear doesn’t mean it comes without punishment.” He trailed his slick fingers down your bare thigh before giving it a taunting pat. You readjusted your skirt, shifting uncomfortably as embarrassment burned through you. He grabbed your chin, pulling you in for a stern kiss. “Let’s see if you can behave.”

Your eyes finally fell from his as his hand left your chin and reached down to work his cybernetic cock free from his pants. Your eyes widened and shot back up to look at his face. The look on his face was nigh unreadable, but you knew he gained some amusement from the slight panic in the hitch of your breath. Though his movements had been subtle enough, you were certain that others were much more privy to your situation by now. The high slits on either side of your skirts made it simple enough for him to gain full access to you with little to no effort. You readjusted yourself in his lap, albeit much less subtle as Maul, as he helped to guide you back on his eager cock. He had the upper hand, much better at schooling his features than you and any noises he did let free as your cunt fluttered around him were buried in your hair as his hands settled on your hips. You, however, couldn’t help the whine that was only just barely covered by the sounds of the party below you. He slipped into you so easily, filling you and stretching you in the most delightful of ways. 

Maul’s hand found its way to your throat as you adjusted your skirts, pulling you back against him with a commanding grip. This time you continued to look straight ahead, quiet and obedient. His breath grazed your skin and you could feel yourself flutter around his cock from even that smallest of sensations.

“You do not move, you do not so much as breathe too heavy without my permission, do you understand?” He growled, hand on your throat tightening threateningly. He knew you loved it. Knew this simple action was only turning you on and taunting you more.

“Yes, my Lord,” you breathed in affirmation. His hand stayed put for a moment longer, testing you before he released you and rested back more comfortably on the throne. You stayed straight up in his lap, prim and proper, as if he wasn’t showing the entirety of the Mandalorian upperclass what a whore you were. 

So much focus went into keeping yourself well behaved that the clanking of armor startled you as a Mandalorian knelt before you and Maul. Your walls clenched around the cybernetic cock buried deep within you and Maul’s hand on your hip dug into your skin threateningly. You could barely focus on the words of the Mandalorian, breaths shallow as you thought about the fact that someone was standing so close to where Maul kept you on the precipice of an orgasm. Surely he knew? Of course he knew, it was only that he was smart enough not to mention it or question Maul that saved you the embarrassment of coming face to face with what your lover was doing to you.

As Maul spoke with the Mandalorian, his fingers lightly skimmed over the exposed skin of your thigh. To anyone else it may have seemed an absentminded action of a lover, but to you it was punishment. He was testing you. You nearly whined, but thankfully the fear of punishment kept you in line. The fear of all that build up only to be denied an orgasm later was enough of a threat and he knew it.

After the other man had been dismissed and the guards at the foot of the dais had reformed their slight barrier between you and the party, you let out a shuddering breath. Maul sat up behind you and his hand skimming your thigh stopped. You closed your eyes as he growled in your ear once more.

“I said not a breath.” The threat in his voice sent a shiver down your spine and you whimpered. “I want you in bed. Stripped. Do not touch yourself or this will be the longest night of your life. Now go.”

He nudged you from his lap and you could have cried from the new lack of stimulation. He took your moment of pause to tuck himself away before fixing you with an expectant look when you did not start making your way down the steps of the throne.

“Now,” he repeated and you nodded quickly before making your way through the crowd to exit the party. You couldn’t possibly imagine how this night might get any longer.

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[thenightmarketofdathomir]

" I need three full days" had me 👀💦 mountain man take me by the hand! 😂

Oh my gosh and feral, the way you write him with that very natural rizz. I love it so much.

And maul. The way you write him is so deliciously dark and tempting. ❤️❤️❤️

I just hold my phone and swoon every time I read your work.

Compliments aren't necessary to get more work out of me, but occasionally it can be quite effective. Thanks for this.

A couple of scenarios I've thought about maybe a bit too much:

Three Brothers/Three Dates Pairings: Feral x Reader (gn), Savage Opress x Reader (gn), Maul x Reader (f!) Rating: Mature Warnings: Sexually suggestive/nothing explicit

Feral: Tell him something is forbidden and he'll make it his prerogative to investigate. He's not afraid to show you the former Nightsister Lair (boarded over), the broken altar (definitely off-limits), and the ring of tombs belonging to the former Mothers (decidedly not on the tourist brochure.) Says he'll keep you safe from the dark things that dwell beneath the mountain when he spreads out a romantic picnic, the light from the pools of ichor painting everything grey and green. Glow worms cling to the ceiling in the caves. It's quiet. It's private. It's just you two, alone in a place where only the bravest Nightbrothers bring their paramours for a little light necking. You nestle closer, certain he'll protect you, and you never mention a thing when he threads his fingers through yours -- even if they're sweating a little.

Savage: All about reviving Nightbrother culture in the aftermath of Maul's return. Traditionalist. Book of Shadows Thumper. Set on reclaiming everything that was lost "so that younger generations can learn from what we've endured." Knows every inch of Dathomir from the Dreaming River to the Whispering Caverns, up to the highest peaks where Gorgara once nested. Loves a stroll through places most treacherous -- the highest gorges, the steepest canyons -- mostly because he enjoys the feeling of your body pressed to his, breathless and dizzy from the view as you clutch at him. Savage likes holding your hand and helping you across the stones and broken trees that litter the forests, showing you the parts of his people's history that are still thriving despite all odds. It's part of him -- he says its transformative, and there's something magical in the way his firebright gaze catches the Domir's rays, overlooking it all with his arm around your waist. He sees Dathomir's potential. He believes in it with a fervour, and it's catching, because you can almost see his vision when he points out where he'll build your house someday -- right there in the valley of those mountains -- with his own two hands.

Maul: Has never been one for public displays, but like the shadow he is, the glide of his body around yours from engagement to conversation is a dance that leaves you dizzied with yearning for him -- and there's no question to whom you belong: he's never far, circling you like a binary star as the night's revels turn to enticements beyond the dining and the music and conversation. The syndicate presence on Dathomir offers many diversions, and it's not all work as one would have you believe. Evenings are for revelry as much as they are making new business dealings, enjoying the spoils of your efforts across the galaxy in secrecy. And he is the perfect consort: swathed in black fineries that reveal his Nightbrother markings. Long robes and a trim waist, and you are dressed to match him -- a subconscious effort to claim your place at his side, perhaps, but it's his penumbral presence that really stakes a claim. Those small gestures and possessive touches to your elbow, your shoulder, the small of your back as the night falls over the mountains are the most telling -- leaving you firebright with wanting when the graze of fingertips across your palm turn teasing, his breath on the back of your neck, his murmured promises for later when you'll be alone with him once more. No one dares interrupt your private tete a tetes between flutes of champagne, and yet everyone notices the way his gaze smoulders when he watches you take little sips of that sparkling liquid -- as if he knows intimately the feeling of such a tender press of flesh to something so cold and unyielding.

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[yandere-wishes]

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[bacarasbabe]

hello hello! it's @ohheyitsokay 1 you're writing has me weak in the knees and I think you're the coolest and 2 if you're still doing 5 sentence fic requests, I'd love to submit "I never thought it'd be jealous about that" with Maul if you're interested :) if not, I hope your day is perfect and full of smiles and tasty drinks and that <3

Did I listen to “The Night We Met (feat. Phoebe Bridgers)” on repeat while writing? Yes. I’m in a mood lol. But also beloved, darling, sushine, how could you EVER think that I wouldn’t fulfill a request from you? I did end up tweaking the line to fit Maul's cadence a bit better. It's vertually the same, so i hope you don't mind. I hope you enjoy this, and I hope you have a wonderful day full of reminders about why the world is still a good and amazing place. (@ohheyitsokay tagging you so you know I answered your ask 💕)

Five Sentence Fic Requests

Nobody notices the trail his eyes take; after all, who would’ve thought that their master’s attention would stray beyond his grand plans for Mandalore to something far more—self indulgent?

Her crimson armor that’s embellished with streaks of black, a homage to him, a reflection of him adorning her body only taunts him further.

Maul looks away, his attention briefly called to the map at the center of the room before finding her again, but this time her face is turned.

A smile, a few words, and then a small laugh before her attention is drawn back to the meeting at hand, to him.

‘Interesting’, Maul contemplates as he controls the possessive feelings that threaten to rise to the surface, to raise his hackles, and send his hearts thundering, “I never thought I’d be jealous over something as trivial as that.’

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[eldritch-horror-from-the-void]

Imagine you, an Autistic person, getting to help heal Maul, a heavily masking Autistic person.

Like imagine sitting on the bed with him behind you, leaning back against him as you quietly fidget with one of your favorite tools.

He's busy with his datapad, but he gets curious/confused with what you're doing.

When he sees what you're messing with, he puts the datapad down and questions it. What are you doing? What is that?

You explain, but he only hits you with another question. I don't get it, what's the point?

You answer as best you can: it's a sensory tool, and it makes you happy.

Maul quietly accepts the answers with no comment, and goes back to his datapad, so you continue.

However, at some point Maul puts the device back down and his hands find yours, tracing upwards until his hands are resting on the fidget. You allow him to take it, and before you realize, he loves it.

You're probably gonna have to get a second one LMAO.

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[nothinglikethesimulations]

No one:

Maul: My apprentice, Ezra Bridger...

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