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mandos-mind-trick · 7 months

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Kinktober Day 12 - Somnophilia

Summary: You promised every part of yourself to him, whenever he wants it.

Pairing: Maul x reader

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, somnophilia, unprotected sex, oral, biting inappropriate use of the Force, implied discussion of consent beforehand, AU where Maul has his lower half because Nightsister magic, takes place some indistinguishable time after Order 66, no aftercare but it's Maul what do you expect

A/N: And I'm interrupting our regularly scheduled clone content to bring you some of my OG fav today. I'm rather proud of this one, if I do say so myself. I keep telling myself I'm going to write for Maul more often.

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He’s near silent as he slips into your room. You’re fast asleep, tucked under the expensive silk sheets, completely ignorant to his presence. It’s rather cute, he thinks, how unaware you are. How soundly you slumber despite him slipping through your room like a wraith.

You don’t even stir when he climbs onto the bed, settling himself next to you. You’re on your side facing him, the sheet pooled around your waist. You’re bare beneath it, almost as if you had been expecting him. Always ready, always so willing to give yourself to him when he wants it.

His eyes trail your body, the curves and dips illuminated by the dim light coming through the window. He reaches out, his hand ghosting down your side. You stir, but stay asleep, even as his hand slips under the blanket, smoothing over the curve of your hip. He slides the blanket down, revealing the rest of your body to him.

He eases you onto your back and you let out a quiet sigh before settling, his hands dragging up your legs. He parts your thighs, staring down at your pussy as it’s revealed to him. His hands slide up your warm thighs, pushing them apart as he lowers himself between your legs. He keeps his hands on your legs as he bends down, inhaling the scent of you. It’s one of his favorites, not that he would ever admit it.

His tongue darts out, dragging through your folds. You let out a quiet sound in your sleep, your legs pressing against his hands for a moment. He keeps them parted so you don’t cut yourself on his horns, his tongue trailing from your hole to your clit, the muskiness of your scent getting stronger. He circles your clit with his tongue, keeping his eyes glued to your face.

You let out another quiet sound, shifting again. You’re still asleep, he can feel the hold your subconscious has on you. He can only imagine what your dreams have turned to. He knows you dream of him, he knows you wake up in the morning soaked and needy from your lascivious dreams. He listens sometimes as you touch yourself, lets your lust and pleasure wash over him in the Force as you cum with his name on your tongue. You’re entirely unaware of it all, not that you would offer much complaint.

You did promise yourself to him.

Every part of yourself.

He wraps his lips around your clit, suckling at it. You’re wet now, your slick folds pressing against his chin as he works your clit with his mouth. Your breathing has picked up, quiet sounds leaving your lips, yet still you slumber on. He pulls himself from your clit as you shift, resettling on the bed. He kneels above you, freeing himself from his pants. He’s hard, the scent and taste of you mixed with the thought of your sweet pussy clenching around him sending lust spiraling through his mind.

Your breath hitches in your throat as he presses inside you, the ridges of his cock catching on your tight walls as he works you open. Your body takes him, even with such little preparation, practically welcoming him inside. He lets out a breathy groan as he seats himself inside you, hips pressed flush against yours. He leans on his elbows above you, eyes watching your peaceful face.

He begins to rock his hips against yours, thrusting in and out of you. Your lips part in a quiet moan, brow furrowing in your sleep. It’s almost sweet the way your body responds to him so eagerly, so readily. Your back arches as he drags his cock along your walls, the grip of sleep beginning to loosen on your mind.

He continues to thrust into you as he watches you wake, eyes fluttering open. You stare up at him, a flash of fear passing your face as awareness takes its time coming back to you. Your back arches involuntarily, lips parting in a moan as he picks up the pace, thrusting harder into you.

Your hands rise to cling to his back, nails digging into his skin. Your eyes roll back, hips lifting to meet his thrusts. You're close already, he can tell by the way you clench tightly around him.

"Kriff, Maul!" You whine. "'M gonna cum!"

He watches your face and the way it twists with pleasure as he focuses on your clit, a ghostly pressure brushing over it. He teases you with the Force as he continues to thrust into you, your spasming walls bringing him closer to his own release.

"Cum for me." He growls, lowering his head to sink his teeth into your shoulder.

You let out a delicious sounding yelp as his teeth sink into your skin, your pussy spasming around him as you’re thrown into an orgasm. Your body writhes under his, hips jerking as you cum around his cock. He sinks into you with a grown, your body milking his own orgasm hitting him. He spills into you, cock twitching as he coats your walls with his cum.

You whimper under him, nails leaving marks on his back as you cling to him desperately. He eases the Force away from your clit, your legs shaking around his hips. He pulls free of your pussy with a shift of his hips, feeling satiated and warm after his orgasm.

He presses a shockingly delicate kiss to the sore spot where his teeth sank into your skin before he rises, tucking himself into his pants. He leaves you there without a word, your body still trembling from the aftershocks of your orgasm while his cum leaks out of your pussy.

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foxigemini · 7 months

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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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hotpinkboots · 1 year

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Imagine cheering like this for Maul everytime he busts out his lightsaber (yes this is my video and yes that's me cheering for him). This man literally ate up the praise

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ladyinwriting18 · 1 year

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The Gift (Darth Maul x You)

Summary: Returning home after a recent failure, Darth Maul just wants to sink into solitude. But instead he finds a rather large gift box waiting for him.

Words: 5,072

Warnings: Master/Slave, PIV, Oral Sex, Knotting.

It had been one of the longest weeks of Maul’s entire life. He had barely eaten, barely slept. There hadn’t been time for such things. Not when his Master had given him the important task hunting down the Nubian Princess and her two Jedi protectors. There had been sightings of them in the Outer Rim, but by the time Maul had arrived there had been no trace of them. Which meant that he had searched every desolate planet in the forsaken system. But he found nothing. Which meant that, not only is Maul sleep-deprived and underfed, he’s also fucking livid. Come morning he’d be standing before his Master admitting his failure. The disappointment he’d soon face is undeinable. He enters his quarters, desperate to sink into silence and isolation, but instead he finds a giant and neatly wrapped gift box standing right in his path.

Maul almost loses it and snatches off his heavy black cloak to toss it aside. “What in the Stars is this?” He growls to himself. The anger he feels evolves into tension that it has the muscles between his shoulder blades aching. Slowly, he approaches the strange box. His bright eyes run over it, catching sight of a letter sitting beneath a large red bow. Gloved fingers snatch the note up to read the perfectly written Aurebeshian words. Dear Apprentice,

Use this gift to ease the sting of your failure. Perhaps taking your aggression out on it will help you remember who you are. -Sidious Nausea rolls through him. His Master already knew he had failed. He didn’t need to be told. He just knew. Which is not only infuriating but also humiliating. Maul crumples the letter in his hand and squeezes until his fist begins to hurt. After a moment he lets it drop. He might as well get this over with so he could finally get some sleep.

He reaches out and pulls apart the bow before ripping away the wrapping paper. Cautiously, he leans forward to look inside but what he finds leaves him stunned. He blinks his eyes a few times to see if he’s simply sleep deprived or if there really is a beautiful and nearly naked woman looking up at him. Your lips turn up into a soft smile. “Hello, Master. How may I serve you?” Maul can only stare. You tilt your head to the side curiously. “Master? Are you alright? You look-” “Who are you? What is this?” He snaps, though he can’t stop himself from looking over the length of your body. You’re in a kneeling position, with your knees closed and your hands folded in your lap. Around your neck a silk black ribbon is neatly tied. It matches the nightgown you wear. It doesn’t go unnoticed that it barely covers your body. Maul swallows….hard. Looking up, he finds your gentle and friendly gaze. No one looked at a sith lord like that, especially not random women. You speak up, your voice is soft….comforting, like warm honey. “I’m yours now, Master. I belong to you.” His brows pull together. He doesn’t understand. “What?” However, his confusion doesn’t deter you from patiently re-explaining. “I’m a gift from your Master and I’m here to serve you, for as long as you want me.” “You’re my….gift.” You warmly smile and nod. He still can’t seem to fully wrap his head around the concept. “A human gift. In a box?” “Mhmm,” You hum. “Although, I could be more useful outside the box. If it pleases you, Master.”

Maul suddenly realizes that he’s kept you waiting inside this damn box for much too long. He also has no idea how long you’ve been inside before finding you. Sidious isn’t known for his tenderness towards women. For all Maul knows you had been made to wait for days. He holds his hand out for you to take and waits, but you don’t move. “Well?” He asks, irritated to see you still kneeling. You whisper, looking rather shy. “I need your permission first.” “You need–what?” He has no idea why you’d need a verbal command to stand up, but his patience is wearing thin. His fingers twitch as his hand remains outstretched to you. “Get out of the box. Now.” You immediately rise to your feet and place your smaller hand in his as you lift your leg over the edge of the box, then the other. It gives Maul an excellent view of your body. You’re beautiful, with an air of grace and femininity. Not to mention your scent is so intoxicating that it has his cock twitching. He continues to eye you curiously, enjoying the way your body moves as you situate yourself in front of him. You smooth out your short nightgown and tuck a stray lock of hair behind your ear before sinking back to your knees. He wasn’t sure what he had been expecting, but it definitely wasn’t that. Placing his hand behind his back, he looks down at you from the tip of his nose and starts to circle around you with slow, calculated steps. “Did I hear you correctly? You said you belong to me now?” “Yes, Master.” He stops in front of you. “And you’ll do anything I ask?” You keep your eyes down, but answer without hesitation. “It will bring me great pleasure to fulfill your every request.” He grits his teeth and clenches his hands into fists. But not out of anger…out of anticipation and need. Needs that hadn’t been met in a very long time. “Look up at me,” He commands. You eagerly obey, and look up at him with large doe eyes. You stare at him like you truly want to fulfill his every desire. Everything about you screams submission. It awakens the primal side within him. The one that hiss at him to mate and breed. His Master had said that the gift was meant for him to take his aggressions out on. He could dominate you, take you, and claim you all in a single night. His chest rises and falls at a quick, jagged pace. This stunning little creature is all mine.

The realization makes him grin. “You say that you’ll fulfill any request?” You nod, “Anything Master.”

Maul chuckles darkly. He wants to test that theory by having you crawl to him and swallow his cock whole.

But first? First he wants to play, to see if you really did want to serve him. He takes a step forward with his right foot, placing his boot in front of you. “Kiss it.” Immediately you obey, positioning yourself on all fours. You lean down and press your full lips to the tip of his boot. But you don’t stop at just one kiss. In fact you cover the top of his boot with kisses. The entire time you make soft, sweet noises—as if it’s actually bringing you pleasure to kiss his fucking foot. Maul lets out a rough growl. “Don’t stop.” You purr and lower your upper body even further onto the floor, but keep your hips in the air. It showcases the soft curve of your ass. Your kisses turn to licks, making the tops of his boot glisten with your spit. The sight almost makes him lose control. “Keep going,” he commands through clenched teeth. He can feel his cock pulsing, constrained by his pants but so fucking hard and just waiting to be set free. Clasping your hands around his ankle, you pull your torso off the floor to get closer to him. You hold eye contact with him while kissing and nuzzling your way up the length of his leg. You look at him without fear, without disgust, without judgment.

It's an unusual occurrence for him. Especially because on his home planet of Dathomir, males are deemed desirable based solely on fighting skills. But this is different. You are different. You look at him with reverence and lust. A quick peek into your mind tells him that you find him beautiful….exotic.

Another unusual occurrence that only makes him more eager to claim you. However, once you reach his groin, you stop and sit back on your heels with your feet folded beneath you. You sit with your spine perfectly straight and your hands resting atop your knees, palms up. So submissive and so fucking perfect. “You’re waiting for my command, aren’t you?” Maul asks, as a gloved hand hovers over the bulge in his pants. Your eyes dart to the movement of his hand that’s now slowly rubbing his erection through his pants. You seem transfixed but still manage to reply.

“My sole purpose is to give my Master pleasure. I’m your property to do with as you please.”

“My property?” He breathes and lowers his pants to release his aching cock.

He watches with satisfaction when your eyes widen at the sight of it.

You nod as your gaze looks over the markings that line his shaft.

“You’re my property,” he repeats, savoring the concept on his tongue. “My beautiful…little…submissive…slave girl.”

Maul pants between words, stroking himself with a firm grip.

“Yes Master,” you moan with a lick of your lips as you watch his hand move up and down his length. “I’m your slave. I belong to you and only you.”

“Then be a good girl and come suck my cock.”

You almost take him by surprise with how fast you rise onto your knees. Within seconds, you have one hand wrapped around the base while your tongue traces over the markings you were once eyeing.

“My Master is so beautiful.” You moan out while your tongue eagerly works.

Maul isn’t sure if you meant to say that outloud or not but it hardly matters once you wrap your lips around the head of his cock.

Your hand and mouth work in tandem—tugging firmly while lovingly sucking. That is until you drop your hand away and deepthroat him. “Fucking Maker.” He swears and throws his head back.

You hum, tightening your lips around him as you pick up your pace and bob your head up and down while sucking him off. He watches you intently. Yellow irises burn with lust at every flick of your tongue. “Are you enjoying this, pet?” He pants, dick stiffening and pulsing in your mouth. You hum happily and Maul can’t fight the smile that tugs at his lips. Your mouth is warm and so fucking inviting, like his cock was always meant to be there. His hand shoots out to grip the back of your head. Thick fingers tangle in the locks of your hair, moving you up and down at just the right pace. You obey his physical commands and let him fuck your mouth while you slobber all over him. The sounds of you slurping and sucking with so much enthusiasm send him into a frenzy. It’s almost too much. Your skilful tongue. Your hot mouth. The wet, messy sounds of you sucking. And your big beautiful eyes that look up at him full of affection.

It only makes him want you more. His hands tighten their grasp on your head and begin thrusting his hips forward, slamming his cock into your throat as far as physically possible. You sputter around him, nails gripping and digging into his thighs to hold yourself steady. “That’s it,” he grunts, “choke on your Master’s cock.” You moan, gagging and groaning while saliva drips from the corner of your mouth. Your brows knit together, face crumpled in pleasure and that’s when he catches sight of you pressing your thighs together. A spark of intense heat bursts through him. You’re getting off on this. Pleasing him. Choking on his cock. Being a good little slave girl. His last bit of control snaps. “Stand up.” He commands and forcefully pulls away, slipping his cock from your mouth. You take a moment to catch your breath before standing. He allows you this reprieve but keeps himself busy by stripping off the rest of his clothing. By the time you’re on your feet, he stands before you naked except for his leather gloves. You look him over, taking in every black mark that decorates his flesh. You take a step forward, hands outstretched as if you want to touch. He doesn’t give you the chance. Instead he places his hands on your shoulders and pushes you backwards until your back hits the wall. He shoves his hand between your legs while the other leans flat against the wall above your head.

He towers over with a grin, “Be a good girl and open wider for me.” You shift your stance, leaning against the wall so you can spread your legs wider and allow his hand to slip inside your panties. His fingers make contact with your already soaked cunt. A chorus of sweet melodies leave your open mouth. You grind yourself into his touch. He desperately wants to fuck you right here against the wall, but he knows you’ll need to cum before taking his cock and more importantly his knot. So first he’d take care of you and make your sweet little pussy gush all over him. “You’re so wet.” He breathes, he can tell by how easily his glove slides along your slit that you’re drenched.

He prods your opening and watches your eyelids droop close. “What an overactive cunt you have.” “It’s your cunt now, Master. All of me is yours.” He hums in approval and leans in to whisper in your ear. “That’s right, you do belong to me,” His finger traces back up towards your clit. “Every part of you is mine. Including your clit,” He purrs and applies pressure to the sensitive bud. You whine and twitch, nearly coming undone from the firm circles he rubs onto your clit. Being Dathomirian helps to heighten his senses. Allowing him to pick up on the sound of your wetness smashing against his glove. Your head tilts back and your mouth falls open into a tiny ‘o’. You’re about to cum, but he isn’t finished playing with you. Not by a long shot. He pulls his gloved hand away and brings it to his mouth, causing you to sob at the loss of his touch. It’s almost adorable how needy you are. Using his teeth, he rips the glove from his hand before spitting it onto the floor and returning it to your cunt. Except this time he moves his fingers to your entrance and plunges them inside of you. You cry out, both hands grab ahold of the arm pressed between your thighs and mercilessly fingerfucking you. His fingers move in slick, quick thrusts that have you mewling nonsense.

He leans in further, nuzzling the side of your face with his and pressing his body against yours. You gasp at the feeling of his hard cock leaking precum on your thigh. Maul chuckles and hovers by your ear while he speaks. “This belongs to me too. This tight little hole is mine. Do you understand?” He asks, picking up the pace of his fingers. “I’ll fuck it when I want and fill it up with my cum whenever I want.”

“Yes, yes, my Master! I understand.” You blubber at him but he doesn’t relent. “That’s a good girl.” He praises before falling silent.

For the next few moments, the only sounds are the wet squelching sounds of your cunt and your desperate cries.

You’re close to cumming again, and this time he has no plans on stopping you.

“Master….I….I’m going to–”

“I know.” He cuts you off, “But cumming is a privilege and you may not cum without my permission. Ever. Is that understood?”

“Yes Master. I must never cum without permission.” You whine while gripping his arm even tighter.

His thumb grazes your clit while still skillfully pumping his fingers.

“P-Please Master. May I cum? Please let me?”

Even if he wanted to tell you no he couldn’t with how wide and pleading your eyes look.

“Go on and cum for me.”

The permission is all you need to let the cord inside you snap.

Your entire body goes rigid and the ability to speak leaves you. Words are replaced with breathy, unrestrained moans. Your orgasm hits you so hard that your legs threaten to give out, but his muscular body holds you in place.

His fingers are coated in your juices which makes him wonder if you’d do the same to his cock.

You ride out your orgasm before slumping back against the wall. With a flushed face and glossed over eyes, you try to catch your breath. He watches your every move and removes his fingers from your core.

“Thank you for letting me cum, Master.” You murmur politely.

Could you be any more perfect?

Maul crashes his lips onto yours, forcing his tongue inside of your mouth. You return the kiss in a flurry of passion.

Up until now you had mostly kept your hands to yourself. Using them only when necessary to bring him pleasure or cling to him, but now your hands roam free.

Starting from his shoulder, you trail your hands down his bare chest to his hip bones. He moans into your mouth, enjoying the feeling of your soft hands and the way you gently suck at his tongue.

Your hands continue downward until your fingertips brush against his still very hard cock.

He breaks the kiss with a grin. “Does my slave girl want more? Should I give that cunt a taste of my cock?”

You only have time to nod before being grabbed, spun around, and thrown to the floor. Before you could yell out in shock he’s on top of you, trapping you beneath his body.

“You want this, to be fucked by your Master’s cock.” He lets his gaze leisurely travel down the length of you before making eye contact again. “Isn’t that right my naughty little slut?”

“If it pleases you, my Master,” You breath out with your chest rising and falling at a much quicker speed. “Then yes, I would like to be fucked on your cock.” At the last second you bite your bottom lip and whisper out a please. It has his pulse thumping in his veins and gripping the bust of your nightgown and tearing it apart. You yelp in surprise at being instantly exposed. The flimsy material is nothing but shreds in his hand. He does the same to your panties, leaving you bare except for the silk bow that had been tied around your neck. He stills, soaking in your beauty. You were quite possibly the most stunning thing he’s ever seen. He lets his fingertips brush along your side, chuckling when you shiver as if you’re ticklish. “Get on all fours for me.” As you turn to obey he situates himself behind you, grabbing at your flesh and kneading fistfulls of your ass. You moan, arching into his touch. “Does the naughty thing like this?” He coos, gripping your hips and pulling you back so your ass touches his cock. “Yes Master,” you moan, wiggling against him so his cock presses into your cunt from behind. “Does my little slave want to be fucked?” “I do, Master. Please. Please fuck me?” You look over your shoulder and beg. His arm lashes out and squeezes the back of your neck. He forces your head to the ground before growling out a command. “Keep that pretty face of yours on the floor.” You squeak and manage a nod before he releases your neck and lines his cock up to your entrance. He drags it across the length of your slit, making you whimper impatiently. He chuckles at your eagerness. “Now, now use your words. Tell your Master what you want….Exactly what you want.” Your mind spins, trying to form words good enough to get you what you desire. “I….I want Master to claim me for the very first time. I want to feel your cock hit me so deep that I have to beg permission to cum again. Please Master, I'll do anything.” A low growl rumbles in his chest as sweet words flow from your lips. Everything you’re saying is beyond perfection but instead of giving you a verbal reply, Maul plunges balls deep inside of you. You both tense and moan. He because of the tightness of your walls fluttering around him and you because of the sudden intrusion of his cock demanding to be taken. “Is that deep enough for that hungry hole of yours?” He groans and slowly moves out, then back in, giving you time to adjust. But knew he couldn’t wait for much longer. Not when you feel so good wrapped around him. He breathes out, watching his cock glisten from your juices when he pulls out a bit. “Are you enjoying being my little fuck toy? Do you like that I own this pussy?” “Yes!” You cry, trying to arch back to get his cock deeper. “I’m all yours, Master, and I love it.” At that he slams into you, not being able to wait any longer. You yelp at the pressure, screaming against the floor as he fucks you. He couldn’t keep his pace slow, his rhythm rough and steady. You clench around him, causing him to hiss. “No one will ever fuck you again. Do you hear me? You. Are. Mine!” He punctuates the last of his words with deeper thrusts.

Your eyes screw shut, the pleasure building in your lower belly. How you manage to nod in response is beyond you. It all feels too amazing to use the rational side of your brain. He plows into you from behind, his balls slapping against your clit. You curl your toes with a whine.

“Mhmm, that’s my good pet. Take this cock.” He looks down at his cock, hard, ribbed with veins and coated in your juices as it thrusts in and out of your wet hole. It’s a glorious sight and it has his orgasm threatening to hit, but there’s something he has to do first. And that’s making you cum. He grips your hips and delves as deep as he can inside of you, hitting that spot deep inside of you that has you speaking in broken, indecipherable sentences.

“I want you to cum for me,” he speaks in labored breathing and reaches around your thigh so he could rub your clit while spearing you on his length. “I want you to cum for me now.” You fall completely silent. For a moment he worries you’ve passed out, but then he feels your inner walls close around his cock in the more delicious way. Then comes the mewls. Loud, unfiltered, beautiful music. “That’s it. Cum on your Master’s cock.” He praises, lurching forward as you gush and spasm all over him. Your breathing is labored as you start coming down from your high.

His hand runs up your back to tangle his fingers into your hair, and using it to tug your head back so you hold yourself with your hands. He leans over your body and licks up your spine. Your sweat tastes salty on his tongue. He moans at the taste before moving towards your ear. “Have you ever taken a knot before, Little One?” A barely audible moan passes your lips before shaking your head. Maul hums in satisfaction. “Would you like to?” You don’t hesitate in answering. “Yes please, Master.” Releasing your hair, he returns it to your waist so he can drive himself into you. You start crying out for him again, even going so far as to beg for his knot. He’s so close now, the base of his cock starts to swell. Your pleas push him over the edge. He growls and lurches forward as his knot expands and locks you both together. You yelp and tense up, trying to move away from the intense intrusion but Maul’s arm comes around your middle and holds you securely to his chest as ropes of cum fill you. “Shhhh, you’re alright.” He soothes while panting. He knows that taking a knot isn’t easy. Especially since it’s your first time.

On shaky limbs he turns so you can both rest on your sides. The movements though slow still cause you to whimper. “Easy, I’ve got you.” He continues to sooth and slips an arm under your head so you can use it as a pillow. While the other strokes your sternum. “You did so well for me. You’ve made your Master proud.” He whispers, pleased when he feels you relax slightly. Clearly his words have comforted you.

“I feel so full.” He hums and nuzzles you with his nose. “Feels good, doesn’t it?” You nod, “It’s intense but I’ve never felt anything like it.” He leaves a number of kisses along your shoulder and neck. “Once it goes down we’ll be able to get up and dress for bed.” You leave a kiss on his bicep. “Yes, Master.” “Call me Maul.” “As you wish, Master Maul.” Maul pauses, warmth blooms in his chest. He liked the way you said his name and looked at him. It made him feel things.

Things he didn’t have a name for. The knot inside you softens, allowing Maul to slip his cock from your depths. He detangles from you and holds a hand out to you. “Let me help you up.” You murmur a thank you, smiling sweetly and place your hand in his. He hoists you up with ease. You sway slightly but his hands hold onto you until you find your footing. His bright eyes look you over and notice the ribbon still tied in place at your neck. He reaches out and unties it. “What’s your name, sweet thing?” You tell him and he repeats it back, liking the way it rolled off his tongue. “Well pet, you are now under my care. If you serve me well, I will take care of your every need.” Your eyes go wide, tears filling them. “Thank you Master Maul! Thank you so much. I promise to be the perfect slave for you.” He eyes you for a moment, curious as to why you seem so emotional. Eventually giving you a nod before walking past you to pull his pants back on. However, when he looks back at you, he finds you still standing there naked. “You can dress in your nightclothes. It’s time for bed.” You fidget uncomfortably. “The only clothes I have with me are ruined, Master Maul.” You point down to the nightgown that he had torn off you. He frowns, “That won’t do. I’ll have clothes made for you tomorrow.”

Picking up his discarded cloak he starts making his way over to you. “Did my Master not send you here with any personal items?” “No, Master Maul. He said that, um, that…” you trail off, looking down at the ground. “Nevermind, Master.” Your discomfort is palpable. He wraps his robe around your shoulders, letting it encompass your frame. You clutch onto it and say thank you, but still don’t meet his gaze. “Look at me.” He commands, knowing you’ll obey. You do and his hand cups your cheek. “Don’t shut your Master out. What’s upsetting you?” You gnaw on your bottom lip before responding. “It’s just…your Master told me I didn’t need to pack anything because he didn’t think you’d spare my life after….well after you were through with me.” This gives him pause. Sure he was a Sith assassin but that didn’t mean he’d harm someone without good reason. “What else did he tell you?” “That I belong to whoever opens the box, and that I’m to serve them until they no longer have use for me.” You shuffle your feet. “Which he predicted to be for one night.” Your eyes fall back to the ground. He lets out a deep sigh. Your fear isn’t something he wants. He places a finger under your chin and raises it, ensuring your eyes are locked. “I meant what I said. You are mine now, and I will take good care of you.” Slowly the anxiety in your expression melts away. Your bright eyes and sweet smile returning once more. “Thank you, Master Maul.” “Come, let’s go to bed.” His finger drops and in one graceful motion lifts you up into his arms. You cling to him as he cradles you to his broad chest and brings you into his bedroom. He lets you crawl out of his cloak and under the covers of his bed. Once you’re situated he lays next to you. Suddenly, he feels fucking exhausted–emotionally and physically. He just wants to rest, but every time he closes his eyes everything comes tumbling down on him. His failures, his wasted time and resources, his impending meeting with Sidious in the morning. A rustling beside him pulls him from his thoughts. “Thank you, Master Maul.” You coo, leaning in and kissing him on the cheek. Your lips flutter against his skin as you whisper. “For everything.”

No one had ever thanked him so much in his entire life. He isn’t sure how to handle this type of praise. What he does know is that a kiss on the cheek isn’t enough.

He turns his head to capture your lips with his own. “You’re welcome, pet.” He whispers against your mouth.

You seem satisfied and let out a soft sigh before nestling yourself against him with your head on his chest. Not knowing how to react, he doesn’t move. He had never had a woman snuggle with him before. Should he bring you closer? Should he hold you? It doesn’t seem to matter because within minutes your breathing slows and you fall asleep. Maul looks down at your slumbering face. You feel so soft and small next to him. How could his Master ever imagine that he’d hurt someone like you? Slowly, he lifts his hand and places it on the curve of your hip and pulls you closer. The scent of your hair fills his nostrils.

He breathes in deeply, closing his eyes as the pleasant smell.

You hum contently in your sleep and Maul’s lip twitches up. He doesn’t know what the future held but he did know one thing….

He could get used to this.

#darth maul #darth maul x you #darth maul x reader #darth maul smut #darth maul fanfic

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Horns || Darth Maul

Synopsis - You wash Maul's horns in the shower.

Warnings - NSFW.

Word Count - 1.8k

[Caffeinate Me]

It was night by the time he finally came to visit you. The hinges of your door creaked ever so faintly as Maul slowly pushed it open, revealing your sleeping form on the couch. Your holopad lay screen side down on your chest indicating to him that you had been reading before eventually falling asleep. Quietly Maul made his way over to your unconscious body, admiring you as he did. He was as careful as he could be in an attempt to not wake you, but unfortunately he wasn’t quiet enough. His foot stepped on a floorboard that happened to creak particularly loudly, forcing you to shoot up from your lying position now sitting up. The Sith was as still as he could be as your head snapped towards him, but he just grinned at you. After a few seconds of pure panic that someone had broken into your home, you jumped off the couch and ran over to him. “Maul!” You gasped, throwing your body against his and wrapping your arms around his neck.

“Y/N,” he whispered, reciprocating the hug. His own arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer to him. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too,” you replied, pulling away from the hug and separating your bodies. When your touching reunion had ended, you slapped him across the face. “That was for scaring me! I thought someone broke into my apartment! You should have knocked!”

“I thought you left it open for me,” he shrugged, pulling you back against him. Maul couldn’t help but grin down at you as you rested your head against his chest, listening to the way his heart beat against his ribcage.

“I missed you,” you whispered again. Maul replied by tilting your head up to look at him and pressing a soft kiss to your lips. He might have been the big bad Sith, Darth Maul, but to you he was just a sweetheart. He bit your bottom lip playfully as you pulled away, gazing into his yellow eyes. “I need to shower,” you said suddenly, stepping away from him once more. “Care to join me?”

“How could one resist such a tempting invitation,” Maul grinned teasingly, following as you made your way to the bathroom.

You stepped into the cool bathroom and immediately turned the water on, the cold water that was spewing from the shower head heated up almost instantaneously. You stripped off your clothing and stepped under the hot water, allowing it to fall all over your skin. You welcomed the heat, especially since the weather outside was so cold, and welcomed the man behind you even more. Maul himself was now naked and stepping into the shower behind you, wrapping his arms around your hips. He continued to press his body close to yours in an attempt to have some of the hot water trickle down his tattooed body.

Maul leaned to the side to pick up the scented body wash you loved so much and began to lather up his hands before placing them on your hips once more. His hands absentmindedly began to wash your body, trailing up your hips and to your breasts as he massaged them softly. You couldn’t help but let out a soft moan as his fingers tweaked your nipples, rubbing the sensitive nubs between his fingertips. “Do you like that princess?” Maul asked huskily in your ear, his fingers still toying with your nipples. You nodded your head, mouth hung open slightly and head thrown back. Then Maul moved his hands to your shoulders, lathering the rest of your body in the sweet smelling soap. Letting out a content sigh, you smiled as Maul continued to massage your shoulders, letting the stress of the day be washed away.

“I needed that,” you mumbled as Maul finished washing your body. You turned to him and grabbed the soap, a wide smile on your face. “Your turn!” Maul just grunted in approval as you began to wash his legs, hands then tracing the tattoos on his stomach before leaning up to press a chaste kiss to his lips. “Have you had a good day?” You asked him as you washed his back.

“Would have been better if you were there,” he replied with a shrug. “But you’re here now.” You moved your hands to the top of his head and began to wash his horns, earning a gasp from the Zabrak in front of you. “What are you doing?”

“Washing your horns,” you said. “They’re in desperate need of a wash.”

You knew his horns were a soft spot for him so you were being as gentle as you possibly could be. Your fingers glided across the roughness, making their way to the base and massaging the soap around them. Maul let out a soft moan as you continued moving your fingers around his horns softly. Despite being as careful as you could, you felt his cock hardening against your stomach which caused you to let out a satisfactory laugh.

“Are you getting excited there?” You asked with a raised eyebrow.

“Mhm,” he hummed, a low growl emitted from his throat.

In an instant, Maul moved you from the water stream and dunked his head under, rinsing off the remaining soap on his head before scooping you up as if you weighed nothing and carrying you to the bedroom. “Maul! We’re both soaked!” You shrieked, giggling slightly as he threw you down onto the bed.

“Yes you are,” he grinned as he positioned himself between your thighs, staring at your glistening cunt. Within a second, Maul had already licked a stripe up your folds forcing you to shiver at the coolness of his tongue against your heat. His tongue circled your clit before returning back to your tight little hole, his nose bumping against your sensitive bundle of nerves with each thrust of his tongue inside of you. You let out a loud moan as your hands went to grasp at his horns in a desperate attempt to keep his mouth on you. As soon as your hands grasped around two of his horns, Maul let out an animalistic growl, surprising you.

“I’m sorry!” You cried out, throwing your head back against the pillows.

“Don’t be,” he groaned, mouth still on your pussy. He was lapping and slurping greedily at everything he could get his mouth on, like a man starved for generations. Maul’s teeth nibbled at your clit, earning a gasp of surprise to fall from your mouth.

“Stars, Maul. I’m going to cum if you keep doing that,” came your whimpered voice, shaky from the pleasure he was giving you.

“Cum for me, my star,” he ordered, voice gruff against your cunt, sending vibrations up your body. You tightened your legs around his head, ignoring the searing pain of his sharp horns digging into your thighs and cutting them as you came over his tongue. Blood trickled down his horns and Maul immediately trailed his tongue up to the cuts, licking up the blood. “Every part of you tastes absolutely divine.”

“Don’t say that,” you whispered breathlessly, body going limp as he climbed on top of you, positioning his cock against your hole. With one swift movement, Maul slammed himself inside of you. Your walls fluttered around his cock, ridges stretching you open just for him. A loud moan left both of your lips as you adjusted to the length now inside of you. Eventually, you tapped Maul on the shoulder and whimpered, “I’m ready.”

Maul wasted no time, immediately pulling out of you before spearing you back onto him viciously. He loved you, yes, but he wasn’t gentle with you. Not when you teased him in the shower the way you did, even if you didn’t mean to. Your legs wrapped around Maul’s waist, pulling his bottom half flush against you as his hips continued to smash against your own. His head dipped to your neck, teeth biting at your throat without mercy. “You feel so good,” he groaned shamelessly against your neck. “Only you can make me feel like this, my star.”

“Maul please,” you begged. You wanted more. Anything. Just more of him.

“Please what?” He asked, a grin covering his lips.

“I need more!” You cried out, nails raking down his back.

“Of course, anything for you,” he whispered, his hips moving as fast as he possibly could.

Sounds of skin-slapping-skin filled the room followed by both of your pants and moans of pleasure. It was like something out of those erotic holo-movies you watched when Maul wasn’t around. Just as you were about to cum, Maul pulled out of you. Before you could protest and whine, he flipped you over onto all fours and slammed himself back inside of you. Maul’s hands gripped your wet hair, pulling your head back so you could look at him and exposing your neck to him so he could once again bite down on your sensitive flesh. Your hands grasped at the sheets below as you held on for dear life and let out a silent scream as Maul bit your neck, drawing slight drops of blood. “Oh kriff Maul please don’t stop I’m going to cum again,” you managed to gasp out.

With a grunt and a nod of his head, Maul let go of your hair and pushed your head down so you were squished against the covers, his hands forcefully grabbing at your hips as he continued to pound against you relentlessly. “Going to fill you up my star,” he growled as he reached his own peak. Poetically, you both came together and a mixture of your moans and Maul’s growls echoed across the room. He fucked his cum deep inside of you as your body spasmed below, not bothering to stop until he was satisfied that it had fully penetrated you. Then, he rolled off of you, breathing heavily as he stared up at the ceiling.

“That was…”

“Incredible? Amazing? Mind blowing?” Maul asked, a smile on his lips.

“All of the above,” you giggled breathlessly. “I love you, Maul.”

“I love you too, Y/N,” he replied, pressing a surprisingly gentle kiss to your cheek as you settled down next to him.

You curled your body up, knees pressing against your chest as you settled down for the night. You knew you’d probably have to shower again in the morning, washing the sweat and dried blood from your body, but that was something that could wait. For now, you were content in Maul’s arms as he wrapped them around you bringing you as close to him as you possibly could be without laying on top of him. Darth Maul might have been a scary Sith, but to you, he was everything you could ever ask for.

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saradika · 4 months

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STAR WARS - 2023 FIC RECS

this year has been filled with so many beautiful fics, I wanted to make a rec list to share & support everything I read. please check these out and support these creators, they are all incredible! 💖✨

ANAKIN/VADER X F!READER

— Breathe Me In by @moonlight-prose

the jedi fell and darth vader rose to power, but there’s a secret he hides even from his own master.

— When Midnight Calls by @ladyxskywalker

anakin steps into the refresher, noticing how you left the door open for him, the steam filling the room inside from the misty hot water.

AXE WOVES X F!READER

— The Lady and the Merc by @flightlessangelwings

“The pleasure,” the leader took your hand, but instead of shaking it, he brought it up to his lips and kissed the back of it tenderly, “Is all mine,” he gave you a wink as you felt your skin burn under his touch, “And call me Axe Woves.”

BRASSO X F!READER

— Steadfast by @uwingdispatch

He pressed a sweet kiss to your forehead before pulling back to look at you in that way only he could, with those bright eyes. “I think we should stay,” he said.

BOBA FETT X F!READER

— Be With Me by @imarvelatthestars

"It's late," he says.

— Boba Fett is in Love With You by @janghoefett

He’s known for some time now.

— Ex Libris by @daimyosprincess

There's much to be learned from the handsome professor Boba Fett, both about yourself and your pleasure.

— Kinktober Day Five: Virginity by @sinfulsalutations

You’ve never felt this small before.

— No Mercy by @daimyosprincess

Fennec Shand is many things, markswoman, assassin, the daimyo’s right hand, but merciful is not one of them. That's why she's the only one Boba Fett trusts to take care of you when he's away.

— Sound Asleep by @moodymisty

You swore you hadn’t had a nightmare since your childhood years; But even then, you couldn’t remember one like this.

— Small Favors by @daimyosprincess

The day Boba Fett called you a hellion, you were pretty certain it altered your brain chemistry.

— The App by @maybege

The App tells you who your perfect match is. But when Josh, your perfect-match-alpha, introduces you to his boss, you start to realise that the numbers are not always right.

DARTH MAUL X F!READER

— Dread by @bits-and-babs

a strange creature visits your dreams, promising to satiate a yearning body he heard call to him across the force. | incubus!maul

— Serenity by @eloquentmoon

lord maul interrupts your nighttime stroll in the woods

ELIA KANE X F!READER

— Eat Your Young by @imarvelatthestars

It's the way she looks at you that does you in, the blatant hunger that glints in Elia's eyes, the knowledge that she always has you just within reach and that you'll always fall for her time and again.

GALEN ERSO X READER

— I Didn't Know The Time by @ladyxskywalker

an unseasonable rain causes an unexpected shift in your new year’s plans, but, as it turns out, both of you wouldn’t have it any other way

GRAND ADMIRAL THRAWN X F!READER

— Amuse Bouche by @bits-and-babs

A state dinner leaves the Grand Admiral wanting far more than was offered.

— Show of Good Faith by @bits-and-babs

grand admiral thrawn has a unconventional way of convincing neighbouring planets to pledge allegiance to the empire.

KINO LOY X F!READER

— I Want You to Show Me Weak by @tarabyte3

You're pretty sure Kino Loy hates you. He screams at you, grabs you, and shoves you against the wall, and it's becoming a problem because, well...it shouldn't fluster you as much as it does.

— Ownership of Mine by @amywritesthings

The Empire has integrated their prison systems, with you as one of the few women now incarcerated at Narkina 5. The unit manager takes you under his wing – but for reasons you didn’t anticipate.

OBI-WAN X F!READER

— Dust to Dust by @avarkriss

A generous gift bestowed upon a very pretty desert hermit

—Kinktober Day 5: Table Sex by @flightlessangelwings

“You wished to see me, Lord Kenobi?” you asked from the doorway to his office where you stood at attention.

— Serve My Worries Away by @friskynotebook

In which Obi-Wan gets in a fight with a printer and the printer wins.

— Sweetend Craving by @moonlight-prose

“he’d want the last thing he ever heard to be the sound of you tipping over the edge, falling into a bliss you both craved.”

— What’s The Harm? by @obixwan

Quinlan set Obi-Wan up with a friend and now, Obi-Wan can’t help himself.

POE DAMERON X GN!READER

— Because You Left by @againstacecilia

“What happened? With us?” / “We just… Grew apart. That’s all.” / “No, I don’t think that’s it. Not entirely.”

THE CLONES X F!READER

— Better Than The Universe by @sinfulsalutations

Rex enjoys the mindlessly affection-filled morning he deserves

— Kinktober Day 15 by @samspenandsword

Overstimulation with Daddy Rebels!Rex

— Keep In The Heat by @sinfulsalutations

Wrecker is cold. His girl knows a solution

— Return To Sender by @keravnos-kori

halla has been alone for the past three years. as it turns out, relocating to coruscant and attending a prestigious university hasn’t been as glamorous as she originally expected - but when a new opportunity comes along for her to prove the republic’s injustices committed against clone troopers, she might get more than she bargained for when the power structure suddenly collapses and is replaced by something far more sinister…

— Strategies in Fliration by @floral-force

When you take a risk and join your friends for a night out, a handsome stranger sets his eyes on you. You boldly approach him and ask him what war tactics he has in his arsenal. | captain rex

— Sweet Thing by @starrylothcat

Wrecker has a crush on you, a local sweet shop owner. Will he find the courage to ask you out?

— Some Rex and Relaxation by @daimyosprincess

After a hard week, Rex makes it his mission to see that you forget all about it.

— The Coffee Shop by @samspenandsword

You own a coffee house on Coruscant famed for its especially strong and rare brews. One day, you find yourself meeting the Marshal Commander for the Coruscant Guard.

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eldritch-horror-from-the-void · 8 months

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Maul is the bitch with the biggest, most perfect puppy eyes I've ever seen. I'm so serious. If he ever gave me that look, even in an attempt manipulate me, I'd go for it. I don't care if I end up dead. He gave me puppy eyes, and now I'm following this man to the edge of the galaxy.

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angelltheninth · 1 year

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Star Wars Threesomes

Pairing: Obi-Wan Kenobi, Darth Maul, Kylo Ren, Hux, Luke Skywalker, Din Djarin, Hunter, Crosshair, Anakin Skywalker, Rex x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, threesomes, rough sex, cilt stimulation, blowjob, rivalry, dirty talk, praise, degradation, hair pulling (for Reader), anal sex, dick riding, breeding kink, double pentation, tit jobs, spit roasting,cunnilingus, fingering, dumbification

A/N: Haven't written many threesomes but this is good practice I think.

OBI-WAN/DARTH MAUL fingering, degradation, cunnilingus, hair-pulling

You moan around Obi-Wan’s cock, licking him up to the tip and swirling your tongue around the leaking tip, your eyes darting up to his frowned brows as he tries to hold onto some composure.

“Does he taste good? I know you’ve got a cock in your mouth you can still speak up can’t you whore?” Maul’s tongue swirls around and teases your opening, his finger knuckle deep inside you in a second, as your head bobs all the way down to Obi-Wan’s balls.

“Don’t call her that.” Obi-Wan growls at him even as his hands tighten in you hair and he pulls you closer towards him. “She’s not a ah-!” You focus on his tip, tongue tapping on the small opening there, a string of cum on your tongue. Obi-Wan pulls bunches a fistful of your hair as he throws his head back, his mind swirling just like your tongue on his cock.

Maul’s chuckle travels all the way through your cunt, “And why not? Seems she enjoys it. Aren’t you?” You muffle out a quick ‘yes’ as he Zabrak pushes another finger inside you, “A Jedi whore. Now I’ve seen everything.”

KYLO REN/HUX rivalry, blowjob, titjob, dumbification, rough sex

You always knew that the Supreme Leader and the General had a bit of a rivalry but nowhere was that more apparent then in the bedroom. They loved to take turns on you, seeing which one can get more orgasm’s out of you, make you scream and moan more.

“Say it! Who fucks you better hm? You came so easily around my cock before, it’s only right you should clean it up.” Hux plays with your tits as he thrusts between them and the tip just barely enters your mouth. You’re looking up at him in tears, too overwhelmed to speak.

Even as you try you feel the pressure of the Force on your throat, a choked sob being all that you manage as Kylo’s cock slams into your cunt, your legs tightly locked around his hips, “And yet it’s my cum that will make her full. My cock that she sucks in the throne room with that talented mouth. Ah fuck, squeeze around me some more.”

Barely able to comprehend orders anymore you did your best, you knew there would be praise from them both later if you did a good job. How you craved to hear those words from them. You’d do anything for them, even be toy for them to take their rivalry out on. To be fucked so hard that all you can do is moan on Hux’s cock while every thought blissfully left your mind from the rough pounding delivered to your slippery hole.

LUKE/DIN clit stimulation, praise, blowjob, spit roasting, rough sex

You choked on Luke’s cock, his thrusts sloppy, fast, hard and showing not any sign of slowing down any time soon, “How-how do you feel this good? And just your mouth too. Force I could fuck your mouth all day.” Luke almost whined as he gripped and tilted your head a little more.

The new angle allowed him to fuck your throat, muffling your moan as Din rolled the swollen, leaking tip of his cock across your clit, his hands smoothing along the inside of your thighs, edging dangerously close to him backing and slipping away.

“Keep those thighs spread apart. Let him see my cock fucking into that tight, wet little cunt.” Din isn’t gentle, or sloppy at all. Every thrust he delivers is perfectly angled to hit your weak spot and make your walls clench and squeeze his cock, “Good girl. You’re so good for us. Taking these cocks like you were made for them.”

You whimper when Luke leans forward, thighs bracketing your face, his hand joining Din’s to further torture and stimulate your clit. “You’ve brought a Jedi to his knees love. I knew you were special, didn’t I tell you that?” Luke went even further down, slapping Din’s hand away to take your clit in his mouth, lapping at it like a hungry animal while you continued to moan, cry out and squirm under them both.

HUNTER/CROSSHAIR double penetration, rivalry, dirty talk, breeding kink

Hunter growls and bites the shell of your ear, his head on your shoulder, his warm, rough hands massaging your breasts, rolling and pinching your nipples until they pebble under his touch. His cock pushes past Crosshair’s right as the sniper pulls out, leaving you feeling constantly full and stretched.

Crosshair snickers down at him, “What’s wrong Hunter, can’t handle that she’s feeling good from my dick too? That pretty face and the way she’s squeezing when I’m pulling out, it’s telling me all I need to know. Don’t worry baby, I’ll be more than happy to satisfy you when Hunter here goes off on solo missions.”

That promise only seemed to fuel the fire inside of Hunter, his hips smacking against your ass, pulling your back into his chest and leaving bites across your neck, “You won’t need to. I’ll leave her a dripping, sloppy mess. You’ll be full of my cum sweetheart, on your knees and begging me to breed you.”

“Or maybe it’s time to admit what she already knows. That’s she’s a greedy slut that likes to have two big cock at the same time. She’s handling them quite well I’d say. I think she can take two loads at the same time don’t you Hunter?” Hunter grunts, his face now buried in your neck, cock twitching as he empties his seed inside of you, Crosshair smirking at the sight, “I wonder who can fill you up more. Shall we find out tonight? You'd like that, I know you would.” He gives one last thrust forward, another warm surge of cum flooding you before you have time to scream how much you want to take them all night long.

ANAKIN/REX dick riding, anal sex, dirty talk

Your moan echoes through the barracks, your hands gripping the top bunk with all your strength while you look down at Anakin's smug face. He winks at you and grabs fistfuls of your ass, spreading you further to make more room for Rex's dick.

Rex's hand holds you by the shoulder, pushing you down until your head is on Anakin's chest, he tried to be gentle but judging by your little groan he used a little too much strength in his next thrust, "Sorry about that love, ain't my fault you feel too damn good on my dick. Your ass looks great when it's bouncing like this. You're a real good stress reliver I must admit."

Anakin kissed your jaw, his arms circling around your lower back to, encouraging you to move faster on his cock, to push back against Rex, to ruin the sheets and his thighs by the sheer speed at which the drops of combined cum are falling from your cunt and ass.

"Having both holes used at the same time really gets you going. You weren't even hesitant about it, presented that pretty pussy and ass right away for us." The Jedi Master used the Force to angle your head toward him and pry open your mouth for his tongue to explore freely, your walls vibrating around him, ass clenching around Rex's cock as the two men continued to fuck their cocks into you, your moans a warning for any other solder that the barracks were occupied.

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yandere-wishes · 7 months

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𝕆𝕦𝕣 ℙ𝕣𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕪 𝕃𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕝𝕖 𝔾𝕚𝕣𝕝

Summary: You try to escape from two fearsome Sith Lords. Surprisingly they take it rather well.

Author's note: This is totally getting a part 2. Or maybe a series we'll see.

Warnings: dark, absolutely no regard for the rule of two, sorta a vent fic (venting that these two are so fine and I can't get them out of my mind), slightly fluffy.

The empire's warships have a tendency to blur reality. The interiors of their large hulking exoskeletons house endless corridors and makeshift chambers. Vast, endless arrays of space. They've been optimized for housing droids, clones, and artillery. Not for escape, not for an endless search of a freedom that has long since eroded.

Calling yourself anything but desperate would be a lie. Your feet run to the chorus of your broken heartbeat. The need for freedom, the need to escape spreads through your body like a poison. You know it'll end up killing you, either from exhaustion or by their sabars. But you have to try, you have to run. Even if you've left fragments of yourself in the warm bed the three of you sleep on. Even if you forgot your heart under Anakin's pillow and your soul still lingers in Maul's warm embrace. Maybe freedom is worth cutting off pieces of yourself, if only in the hope that someday they might grow back.

There's something wrong with the corridors you're sure of it. You've never been one for directions, instead relying on the holo screens and navigation systems to lead the way. Mirror images as far as the eye can see. Identical, plain. Nothing substantial to store in your memory. There's something ironic about this situation, a punchline that doesn't quite land. You half haphazardly tug on the skirt of your nightgown, desperate for anything familiar. You're not sure why.

You remember how Anakin called you pretty this morning, still hazy, still clinging to the sensation of slumber. Perfect blue eyes too dazed to look at you. Really look at you. The chosen one gazes at your ghost, your ethos. the perfect doll he and Maul had morphed you into. Behind you

Maul pulls you to his chest. Hand running up and down her side, trying to resurrect you into his dreams. It's only when Anakin's eyes close, seeling the shimmering blue orbs, that you crawl out of bed and into the unknown.

You're lost, abandoned in absolute desolation. The marble tiles bleed frost into the soles of your feet. Somewhere in the distance, you feel a disturbance in the force. Too far away to matter, yet leaking with a potent rage that burns. It's hope you think, albeit pathetically, maybe it's better to capitulate this pointless crusade and wait for the Sith lords to find you. The crash comes just as you're about to stop. You bump into him, falling in the process. All armor and steel. The Stormtrooper's mask is off giving you a clear view of his scarred face. His eyes flash, some dreary emotion too obscure to read, he offers you a gloved hand, something human something casual.

You stare frozen.

When exactly did you stop comprehending human idiosyncrasies?

When exactly did you start reading every interaction as a threat?

He's a monster, you think, just like the ones you've been warned about. Lectured time and time again by both Anakine and Maul. Monsters pry on little girls, especially ones who wander off on their own. Monsters lurk behind unsuspecting walls, ready to pounce when their prey approaches. You wonder if, the definitive definition of "monster" could be passed on to the two Siths who call themselves your lovers.

There's blood, too crimson to be real. Metallic aromas wafted through the air. You've only now noticed how close the disturbance in the force really is. Close enough to distinguish itself. To reveal that, in actuality, it's not a disturbance at all.

It's two...

Something cold yanks at your forearm. Pulling you to your feet. for a split second, your nerves calm. The familiarity of the cybernetic arm grants you a heavy ease. Anakin pushes you over to where Maul is standing. Golden eyes burning holes through the stormtrooper's armor. 'He didn't do anything' you long to say. But the words wisely die on your tongue as Maul grips your shoulders. Anakine's saber is lit, stabbing through the soldier's armor as if it were flesh. As if killing him where as easy as killing a rogue thought. "You're quite a foolish soldier for daring to touch that which belongs to your commanders. Even more imbecilic for so much as looking at emperor Palpatine's disciple."

Maul's grip on your shoulders tightens, eyes never once leaving the bloodshed. One of his hands instinctively roams to your belly, then slides down to your thigh. Rubbing it ever so gently as his claws pierce your soft skin. You close your eyes trying to make yourself smaller. You hate how his touch grounds you. How the familiarity plucks at your heartstrings. When he touches you like this you wish you would forever rot in his arms.

"'I'm sorry" You don't know why the words come so easily. As if they've been itching to spill from your tongue. Maybe it's easier to say 'I'm sorry' rather than 'You've broken my perception of love, of reality and now I can only find comfort in your darkness.' "Hush" Maul's anger spills with every syllable. His claws dig deeper, earning him a pained hiss from his doll.

"You're not sorry, in fact, you rather enjoyed this didn't you? Running away making us chase you down, I never thought your species would enjoy being the prey so much, little one." Anakin walks over, saber seethed at his side. His every step promised pain, retribution. He's angry, furious. They both are, you wonder if maybe, just maybe, they'll end it all today.

Maul's chambers have always been a testament to Dathomir, bathed in deep scarlets and endless ebony. You wonder if he's homesick for a place he's only visited in his worst ephialtes. After the incident in the corridors, they drag you back to the Zabrak's room. Neither bothering to say a word. Merely permitting their rage to engulf you, subduing you into submission. It's an unwelcome surprise when they begin to prep for the day. Throwing on their black cloaks, prior to choosing your outfit. An abnormal affinity settles across the room. Too unnerving to go unchecked.

They dress you each morning, a ritual you think, some attestation of love that's never been quite right. Maul drapes you in velvet dresses. Each one harbors a sui generis softness that sits erroneously across your skin. Their opulent sensation only brings forth feelings of aversion and despair. Their softness an ode to your imprisonment.

the dresses come in shades of crimson, detailed sometimes in black, sometimes in gold, and sometimes in a frigid blue that sends shivers running up your spine.

Anakin fusses over your accessories, why they feel the need to dress you so extravagantly daily is beyond you -as you've come to realize many things are- On days when Anakin's hubris reaches its apex, he bathes you in gold. Astonishing glittering collars across your neck and Kuat bangles hanging from your wrists. When he's sober from his pride he chooses black diamonds. Simple and exotic. scintillate and opaque.

Allusions to the dark side.

A hidden reference that crawls inside you.

Once, back when you'd been sure defiance was still an option. Back when callow hope still dared to flow through your veins. Back when you'd been a jejune, stubborn thing. You had refused to wear one of the dresses they'd bought. Adimant in your refusal until Maul had stuck out his hand. Summoning the Force to remind you just who held the supreme authority here.

The Force had strangled you, clawing hungrily at your neck. You felt your bones caving in on themselves, watched with exacerbating hysteria as your feet abandoned the floor. He'd only released you when he was sure you were near death's adorned door. Permitting you to molder on the floor akin to a ragdoll.

Anakin had chastised you after you'd conjured enough strength to sit up, gasping greedily for air. He'd broken two fingers that day. One still harbors a small scar.

A Promise ring.

An augury.

There are days, few and far between. When they've deemed you've been behaving adequately for long enough. That they permit you the choice of which dress you'd fancy wearing for the day. It's a rare event, reserved as a special treat. You think it's their way of proposing variety, giving you the illusion of choice. Making you feel a little less smothered.

Today is not one of those days. Today, you feel them pick you apart, only to reassemble you in their image. Drowning you in extravagance. A reminder, one whose deprecating nature weaves itself within your muscles. You, little girl, are nothing more than a doll. And dolls should know their place.

No sooner do you feel the final lace fasten across your back, that Anakin is tugging you outside the door. Metal arm clasped around your forearm.

Maul follows behind molten gaze locked on your face. The hallways bend to their will as if the walls themselves quiver with their presence. You recognize this corridor, recognize the frigid forlorn.

There's something wrong with Emperor Palpatine's throne room. It's surreal, makeshift. His real throne lays somewhere cold, somewhere even his apprentices don't dare wander off to. The ironclad throne has never felt right. Never felt like it held any real power. Just terror, just dread, just hatred. But here it is in all its glory. Left to two apprentices who'd rather treat it as a toy than a sacred place.

Anakin dramatically throws himself onto the throne. One leg thrown over the armrest as he leans against the other. His other leg planted firmly on the ground. He keeps you steady on his thigh. Torturing you with his distant, disappointed look. Maul stands in front of you. His eyes liquid gold melting into you. You see the galaxy in them. Hear it whispearing secrets meant to be forgotten. It's Anakin's voice that rattles you from your disjointed thoughts.

"You caused us so much worry angel" he's being nice. You don't trust that. There's something sinister plaguing his words.

"You know Ani, she may cease escaping if you'd cease to spoil her." Maul leans down, gripping your chin and squeezing. " The brat forgets her place, merely cause you'd rather coddle her than discipline her."

Anakin glares, a shift in his eyes, blue bleeding into gold. "Hmm, Maul, you're starting to sound an awful lot like Kenobi right now."

"Why's that? Did the old fool tend to also point out your shortcomings?"

You wonder who this Kenobi is, as you watch the Siths' exchange crude childish vitriols. Maybe he'd make a better lover than the two men you have the misfortune of being adhered to.

They never could truly see just how similar they were.

Two sides of the same coin.

One born of copper, the other, black rose petals.

Subconsciously you reach out. Grasping Anakin's robotic hand, fiddling with the panel, peeling it away to gain access to the wires and circuits. You have a bad habit of ripping things open. Anakin learned this the first time he kissed you and you tried to gnaw at his chest with your nails. Not in malice, but rather to satisfy a ravenous curiosity. A raging need to open him and see just how he ticked. You'd wished to perform an autopsy on his soul. Rip him open and devour all his secrets. Back then you'd wondered if you could kiss sunrises into Anakin's eternal night. Strip him of bleak blackened skies and introduce him to stars and a moon that shines. He'd only vaguely permitted it. Opting to pluck the stars lying within you. Swiping them for steel and lava and other mundane things that fueled his incessant rage.

Anakin's head dips, lips pressing on your jugular vein. "You're ethereal" Anakin mubbles against your skin, like the dying prayer of a collapsing star. He's so pretty when he kisses your neck. Biting away pieces of you. Stealing your light for himself.

"Princess" Maul seethes venom pelting from his words. You realize you'd been ignoring him. Something he's not too fond of. "What in the stars was going through your pretty little head?"

he looks like he'd love nothing more than to wring your pretty little neck right now. "I just..." your words feel heavy. Tiny bullets polluting your tongue. It feels so cruel to say when you know just how much they love you. "I just wanted some freedom. Just a bit of space."

"Dumb little angel" Anakin chastes. You lower your head in embarrassment watching Maul kneel in front of you. He cups your cheeks, placing a soft kiss on your head. "You can never escape us beloved".

"I love you," says Anakin. All you hear is, I'll haunt you, I'll break your ribs one by one so that I may possess your heart. Maybe they mean the same thing.

"And I'm pretty sure if Maul could feel normal emotions like everyone else, then he'd love you too." You can't help but let out a giggle as Anakin throws his head back laughing. A rare melodious sound, that causes your heart to skip a beat. Maul merely rolls his eyes before pecking you on the lips.

You trace your fingers across Maul's chest, feeling the pummelling of two hearts. A double heartbeat. Two melodies entwined, You wonder who he harbors in those hearts. One for love and one for family. You nip at his bottom lip. Ushering the blood into your mouth. He tastes of Ichor and smoke. Of sadness and rage. From behind you feel Akanin bite into the hollow of your flesh. Leaving traces of himself upon your skin.

"Our pretty little problem" Anakin mumbles.

You're a problem, a vexation draped in velvet, an unsolvable equation. Trapped between a love that seethes through your body like a toxin. Engulfing you until your mind relents. Maybe it's easier this way. Easier to say 'I love you' without the double entendre.

You do love them.

A rather arduous conclusion to reach.

Maul and Anakin.

Palpatine's apprentices.

Your lovers

Yeah, that sounds about right...

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