#darth maul fic

[angelltheninth]

Clamming the Throne

Pairing: Darth Maul x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, grinding, semi-clothed sex, dirty talk, praise, oral fingering, dom!Maul

Word count: 1k

A/N: He might not have his lower half anymore but that doesn't mean he can't fuck.

Now that Maul was the leader of Mandalore it opened up many new possibilities as well as responsibilities for him. It was good that he was enjoying himself but on the other hand... you missed his company, it was as simple as that. You missed your boyfriend. However because he was your boyfriend you were one of the only people who could walk into the throne room and not get Force thrown against the wall.

And so you did just that, if he wouldn't come to you then you would go to him. Luckily he didn't look like he was doing anything important right now.

The moment he saw you strutting towards him with that determined glare he smirked, "Leave us. Lock the door." He signaled to his guards. He really had no need for them but the Mandalorian's had their pride as warriors and he could respect that at least. "Is there something you need?"

"Oh just some company." You were never reserved with him, which was a welcome change. Lately more and more people were scared to say what they meant around him and it was getting annoying quickly. "You've been busy lately and well, a lady has needs, Maul."

"I see. And you think your needs are more important then my duties here?" He was happy to overlook his training sessions or at least cut them short for you. So yes, you had every reason to think so.

Maul pulled you into his lap, or more like he levitated you to it by using the Force. You could feel the hard steel of his thighs pressing against you, a tiny bit cold even through the multiple layers of clothes. His hands rested on your hips, a small smile playing on his face as if telling you to go on. This seemed like some sort of trick, Maul loved to play tricks on you whenever he could. Pleasure was part of it but more often then not you had to work to get it.

This seemed a little too easy.

Ever the opportunist though you rolled your hips against his thigh and detected no resistance from him. You rolled them again, and again and again until you had a steady rhythm going, with your hands gripping his shoulders to steady yourself properly.

"Is that all? When you spoke of needs I thought you would want something a little more intense. This won't do at all." Maul's hands pressed down on your hips and pushed you down, so that his knee was perfectly pressed against your pussy. "Start grinding." That was more like the Maul you knew, giving you the pleasure you seek, but always on his own terms, in his own way.

The lack of a cock meant that he could get pretty creative with you. Unfortunately as good as his thighs, knee, mouth and fingers were they still palled in comparison to how how good it felt to have your cunt opened up by a cock. But there were ways to get around that too, toys for example, were one. It was unfair how he used them, with a little remote to control the speed of the vibration and the thrusting, making your pussy overflow with your cum before taking out the toy and cleaning it with his tongue.

In your current situation he couldn't fuck you with a toy but he could make you grind against his knee and use his fingers in other ways, "Open up for me pretty." You did, expecting one finger but instead you got two and closed your lips around them right away, whining when he'd pull them back and chasing them. "Who said to stop riding me? I know you. You can focus on more then one task at a time."

You can't actually when you feel so much pleasure rising from between your legs. It's making it very hard to think.

"What's that look for? Are you close already? You must have been more pent up then I figured. Then why don't I make you come so hard you'll collapse at me feet? It's where you belong anyway, your rightful place." Your place was by Maul's side, you knew that from the very beginning. You knew that your pleasure was his pleasure, and for that you had to be good and do as he asked of you.

"It's your fault for being a bad boyfriend. You're supposed to take care of my needs." Maul curled his fingers at your statement, dragging you over to him, your hips twitching from the friction on your clit, "You're still bad. Teasing me." His laughter echoed around the throne room when you, saying all of these things, still rolled your hips against him.

"Not teasing. Teaching you discipline. I'm gonna be very busy from now on, you're gonna have to learn to hold out. And when you can I'll reward you." You bit your lip when his wet fingers dragged from your lips, down your body and pressed against your clit. It wasn't the same as getting his cock, not at all, but he loved to watch you come, and he'd do anything to make that happen. "You'll come won't you? I've claimed you long before I claimed this throne, I know what you look like when you're right on the edge of your pleasure."

Right on the edge? No you were falling off it by the time he finished saying his words. "Catch me." You moaned out as you fell forward against his body, his smile pressed against your neck, followed by a tiny bite which made your body shake more.

"As if I would ever let go of a cute thing like you." The possessive hold he had on you wasn't lost to anyone, not to you either. You knew he would and has killed people for simply looking at you the wrong way. And what was wrong with that? Maul was just showing everyone, showing the whole universe that he was your man, that you were his woman and no one would stand in the way of that.

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[and-claudia]

His Heir pt. 40 (Darth Maul x pregnant! reader)

Hey guys... I am back. We're just not gonna talk about how my semester went there towards the end... Anyways, HAPPY HOLIDAYS!!!!! Here is your present!!! The next part of His Heir!!

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“Oh. I knew I forgot to tell you something about the plans for today.” Dasar said, upon seeing my shocked face. 

“What is he doing here?” I asked, voice shaking. I wasn’t sure if I was nervous or heartbroken to see him. 

“He’s here for you.” Was all he said. 

The boat was docked and Totin got off first. Maul stepped closer as I approached the side. He offered me his hand without a word and I took it. Dasar stood behind me as Maul helped me step over the small gap between the dock and the boat. It felt like the silence that surrounded our small group was going to kill me. 

“Well, Totin and I have a few things we need to check on.” Dasar said, breaking the silence. 

I looked at him with panic in my eyes. He took a dramatic deep breath to show me to breathe. I took a deep breath and nodded. 

“Have a good evening.” I said to them. 

“You as well,” Totin said before addressing Maul, “We’re glad you made it, Lord Maul.” 

Maul gave them a nod and we stood quietly watching them walk down the dock. Once they were gone Maul turned to me. 

“How are you feeling?” 

“Fine.” I said quietly, I wasn’t snappy or short, it just felt like I had forgotten how to talk to him. 

“Words cannot begin to express how sorry I am, I fucked up.” He said looking at me with sadness in his eyes. 

“Yeah, you did, big time.” I couldn’t just forgive him, not this easily, “I can’t forgive you, not right now. I’ll be honest I could care less if you came to the wedding, what hurt the most was that you weren’t there for me and him when you promised you would be.” I said, placing a hand on my stomach as if to protect the baby from him. 

“I know, I cannot forgive myself for that either… I know I’ll have to earn back your trust. I know it won’t do much in terms of regaining your trust, but I am hoping it will at least score me a few points… I had a picnic on the beach prepared for us.” 

“You’re lucky that I am practically always hungry.” I said, cracking a small smile. 

He smiled as well and offered me his arm, “We’ll let’s not keep you waiting then.” 

I took his arm and allowed him to lead me down the dock. True to his word, a picnic blanket had been set up for us with an array of food. Maul helped me take off my shoes before he did the same. Then he carefully helped me sit down on the blanket. 

“How did you have time to get all of this planned?” I asked, looking at how beautifully everything was set up, even down to the vase to put the bouquet of flowers into. 

“Totin played a big role in it. He helped me get the kitchens to prepare the food, and then he obviously arranged for the servants to bring everything down to the cove and set it all up.” 

I nodded along as he spoke. Even though he had help, it was still such a sweet gesture, especially when it came to the consideration of what food had been prepared. As I gazed over it all, it was all of my favorites and not a single piece of food that I had any sort of aversion to. 

“Would you like something to drink?” Maul asked, reaching into the basket beside him and pulling out an odd-shaped decanter filled with a sparkly, deep green liquid. 

“Is that Emerald wine?” I asked in shock. 

Emerald wine was extremely expensive because the fruit used to make was only found in a few places. I had never actually had any before, but I recall it being had at certain events on Mandalore. 

Maul nodded, “It is. This particular one is non-alcoholic. It’s completely safe for you to drink.” 

“Well, in that case, I would love some.” 

The decanter made a pop when he opened it making me jump slightly. 

“Sorry.” Maul said, handing me my drink. 

“It’s okay, I think me jumping scared him more, honestly.” I laughed as I took the glass from him. 

I swirled the liquid around in the glass, watching the green glitter swirl around creating a mesmerizing pattern. Once Maul had poured his own glass he held it out to me and cheered my glass before we both took a drink. 

“Oh, that is good.” I said. 

“Have you never had Emerald wine before?” He asked. 

I shook my head.

“Well, once he’s here, I’ll be sure to get us the best bottle of the real thing for you to try.” 

“I’ll hold you to that,” I said before taking another sip, “Now, what all do we have?” 

We ate and made easy conversation, it was nice. I was almost able to forget about all the turmoil he had caused a couple of days prior. Almost. But not quite. Maul must have noticed this. 

“Please don’t think I am trying to distract you from what I did to you.” He said. 

“I know you're not… it's just… it’s hard for me when someone I trust to be there for me lets me down. I was so used to being on my own as a child and having no real form of support from anyone that as an adult it takes me a long time to let people in and when I do, it means I truly trust them, and to be let down by someone that I have let in… it hurts, to put it plainly… I really don’t know how to describe what it feels like.” I said as tears began to form on my lower lash line. 

Maul dropped his head slightly, “I’m sorry, my dear.” 

“I know… I know…” 

Maul reached over hesitantly and when he saw I wasn’t going to retreat away from him, he grabbed my hand. We weren’t looking at one another, instead we were both fixed on the horizon. The two moons had risen and were casting a beautiful glow out across the water. 

I wasn’t sure how long we sat in silence but eventually, it began to feel like my eyes were barely staying open. 

“We should probably get going. Tomorrow is the start of all the fun festivities, it best to get a good night's sleep tonight.” I said. 

Maul agreed and stood before turning around and helping me stand up as well. 

“Do we need to bring this all back with us?” I asked referring to the platers, blanket, and basket that had been used. 

“No, Totin said that the servant droids will come to take care of it.” 

I nodded before we began making our way back up the beach. It was quite a long trek back to the palace and by the time we got there, I was completely exhausted. Maul escorted me to the room I had been staying in but stopped once we got to the door. 

“What are you doing?” I asked, clearly confused. 

“I wasn’t sure how you were going to respond to me showing up like I did. So, a separate room was prepared for me.” He explained. 

“Oh… well, can you have your stuff brought here? It’s a large room… and I would prefer to have you here… with me.” My voice was quiet as I made the request, I was still hurt, but that didn’t mean our whole relationship had to stop. 

“Of course I can.” He said with the faintest of smiles graced his face. 

He followed me in and took in the room. I dropped my shoes by the door since they were covered in sand and Maul slid his off next to mine. Despite how tired I was, I also felt quite gross. Between the salty air and the sand, I felt grimy and really wanted to wash up before climbing into bed. 

“I am going to take a shower… care to join?” I asked, already heading to the bathroom. 

“Of course.” Maul said, following not too far behind me. 

The shower was nice. I was able to get all the grittiness off of my body, and Maul had even begun to give me a light shoulder massage. 

“This feels great, Maul, but I need to get out and get off my feet. It feels like they are going to fall off.” I said, leaning back into him carefully so neither of us would lose our footing and slip. 

He pressed a kiss to my shoulder after dropping his hands from them, “I can continue on the bed if you want me to.” He offered quietly. 

I nodded as I reached over to shut the water off. Then I carefully stepped out and grabbed my towel. Once I was dried off I grabbed the silk robe that was on the hook and put it on. I used the large vanity mirror to make sure it was adjusted correctly over my belly before tying it shut. 

“I’m going to go sit for a bit before getting ready for bed.” I said to Maul, looking at him through the mirror. He nodded as he adjusted his towel around his lower hips. 

“I’ll be out shortly.” He said. 

I nodded and made my way over to the bed. I could the baby moving a lot which was odd considering how late it was. Of course, his sense of time was thrown slightly by travel and being on a new planet with a different rotation time than back home, but I didn’t think it would cause him to be this off. By this time of night, he has usually settled down. I sat down with a sigh, glad to be off my feet. Then I laid back and put my hands on top of my belly. 

“Ik'aad, why are you so active, hm? Do you have any idea how late it is?” 

He seemed to move even more in response to my voice, which I took as him telling me no, he didn’t know how late it was. 

“Well, it’s past midnight. You should be settled down for the evening.” 

I got a kick in response. 

“It doesn’t matter that we are on a small vacation, your buir would like to get some rest without you moving around like that in there.” 

“Are you getting onto the baby for being too active?” Maul asked, leaning against the open doorway to the bathroom. 

“Yes, I am. Come here. Feel how active he is!” I said, tilting my head to the side to look at him from the side of my belly. 

Maul pushed himself off the doorframe and walked over. I was still lying down on the bed with my legs hanging off from where I sat down originally. Once he was close enough I straightened back up from where I had leaned to the side to watch him walk over. Maul stood between my legs and put his hands on my stomach. 

“Wow…” He said after a moment, “What’s got him so riled up?” Maul asked with a small laugh. 

“I don’t know… I hope it’s not like fetal stress or anything… I know that can cause a sudden increase in movements…” 

“It’s not that, dear. If something was wrong the medical droids would have told you and wouldn’t have cleared you to go on the trip.” Maul said and I nodded, knowing he was probably right, “Maybe he can just tell that you’re happier than you were a day ago…” Maul suggested. 

“Perhaps. Or maybe he just knows you’re back and he’s excited to have both his parents back together.” 

“That would make two of us.” Maul said. 

I shook my head, “Three.” I corrected him, causing him to smile softly. 

“Would you like me to continue your massage?” He asked. 

“Raincheck? We have a lot to do tomorrow and the following days. I know I’ll need one in the coming days.” I said. 

Maul nodded, “Of course, dear. Anything you need in the next few days, please don’t hesitate to speak up. I know you’re going to be super involved with everything, so anything I can do to make your life easier, let me know.” 

“Okay, well you can start by helping me up and changing to go to sleep.” I said, holding my hand up to him. 

He carefully helped me sit up before walking over to the wardrobe that my clothes had been put into. He found one of his tunics that I had brought to sleep in as well as a pair of sweatpants that the servant droids had unpacked from his stuff while we showered. He brought them over to where I was still sitting. Once I was standing, he undid my robe and gently pulled it off my arms before tossing it on the bed. Then he slipped the tunic over my head and pulled it down over my belly, running his hands over it to smooth out the fabric. He quickly changed into his sweatpants before collecting his towel and my robe, but before he walked them back to the bathroom, he pressed a kiss to my forehead with the promise that he would be right back. 

While he was gone, I climbed into bed and got situated under the plush comforter. When he returned he shut off the lights and pulled the curtains closed that would shine too much sunlight into the room come morning. Then, he climbed in beside me. I turned to face him. There were a few beats of silence as I just took in his features, softly lit up by the full moons. 

“Thank you, for coming.” I whispered. 

“Of course, dear. I promise to never abandon you ever again, okay?” He said, finding my hand under the covers and giving it a squeeze. 

I nodded, “Please don’t.” I whispered as I scooted closer to snuggle up against him. 

He held me close as we both fell asleep fairly quickly knowing we had a big day ahead of us.

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[eloquentmoon]

━ stay alive

summary: your depression is tearing you apart, and you do not think you can survive the night. darth maul reminds you of your strength. pairing: darth maul x reader (no pronouns used) tw: suicidal ideation, depression, trauma, mental health. angst and hope and comfort. word count: 1k a/n: this short fic is for the maul lovers who experience mental health distress and find themselves lost and exhausted in this life. for those who need a reason to stick around. it may feel impossible to stay alive, but try to survive the night. there may not be peace. but there is always hope. music: i always wanna die (sometimes) by the 1975

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“if you can’t survive, just try.”

Stay Alive - [Read this story on AO3]

Your body succumbs to the weight of your fractured mind. All the pain, loss, trauma and hardships that have been stacking up like rancid bricks in your skull over the long years of your life have become a burden too great to bear. The wall of sorrow has collapsed above you, raining down in crashes of devastation, pinning your body beneath the wreckage: you are anchored to the ground by the breadth of your mental anguish.

That wretched hollow ache in your chest is devouring you whole: you are imploding with despair and emptiness and the harrowing truth of your colossal depression. The tears come, streaming down your cheeks, the saltiness settling on your skin, in your ears, pooling in the skin of your collarbone. You hold yourself with your arms on the floor in a last ditch effort to keep yourself from falling apart. 

You are languishing so entirely in your misery that you do not hear him enter the room. You do not notice the muted whirr of his cybernetics, the soft thud of his metal footsteps, the glaring weight of his gleaming amber eyes. You don't register his unique midnight scent, the usually notable gravitas of his presence. The entire galaxy, including him, has slipped away into complete sorrow. 

But then he speaks, that rich velvet voice you know and cherish so dearly breaking through the oppressive cloud of sadness. Darth Maul speaks your name with a mix of concern and confusion. A wash of shame steals your breath from your lungs as your hazy mind acknowledges his presence. 

He shouldn't see you like this. 

"Why do you weep?" He asks in a rare gentle tone, his usual severity is muted. Do you really appear so pitiful?

"Leave me," you snap at him, the emotional turmoil sharpening your shame against him. You wipe your face with your sleeves, pulling yourself up against the wall at your back, resting your head in your arms, hiding. "Don't look at me."

He ignores your demands and wordlessly approaches. You hear him settling beside you on the floor. 

"Gods, it’s disgusting," you whisper, embarrassment washing over you like a tide.

"What is?"

"These feelings," you admit between gritted teeth as you shake your head. "This weakness."

He is silent, and you refuse to look at him, your face still hidden behind your arms.

"Why do I live with it?" You ask, not him or yourself or anyone in particular. The question just comes out, a stream of truth pouring from your lips. "This gnawing distress and despair. It's a constant shadow. It will never go away. There is no use in fighting it's will any longer."

"Explain.”

"I should let the waves of it take me," you whisper, your arms falling forward, your flushed and wet face revealed to the chilled air. "Let the inevitability of mortality wash me away."

He immediately understands. "To an early grave?" 

"A timely one. A just one. Perhaps it is my fate for this to consume me tonight." A pause, weighty and loaded. "I'm just so tired, Maul."

He stays silent, allows you the relief of a confession, of his listening. 

"I am defective. Broken. This rot within me is me. The part of me that has been slowly decaying has spread so deep that I have become it. The damage is done and I cannot undo it or repair it. I cannot stand it any longer."

"You suffer," he acknowledges. "There is strength in that."

You scoff. "There is no point to my suffering. I cannot harness its power like you. At least there is some purpose to your pain, a boon you can claim from it. I have nothing." You inhale and close your aching eyes. "I am nothing."

"No," he counters softly. "Not at all. Not to me."

You look at him, bask in the sweetness of those words, the unique beauty of his strange face. He returns to his silence, and does not look at you, but straight ahead. 

"Death is not what I want," you whisper, clarifying. "But what I need, I think. It is not that I want to give up, but I want...to..."

"Give in," he finishes for you. 

"Yes," you reply, the relief of his understanding both a balm and a heart wrenching revelation. "Yes."

He turns to look at you then, his golden eyes meeting yours. "The scars of your past will always be with you,” he says clearly, “they may weigh you down, consume you, haunt you. But they do not define you."

You blink, your eyebrows slightly furrowed in confusion, such kindness and candour coming from him is a sweet surprise.

"It is true that I gain power from my suffering. My fear. My hatred. But all of that...it is mine. I own it. Your anguish is yours. And though you cannot rid yourself of it, it is part of you.” He reaches towards you, places a gloved palm on your chest, directly above the emotional ache. “Feel it. Embrace its wrath, note how brutal and relentless it has been. How it has battered you and worn you down over the years.”

You close your eyes and do as he says, delving into the ache, recalling the long years of pain and despair, how broken and lost you are…

“Now think of how you have endured it. That you are, despite everything, alive. What kind of person could have survived such an ordeal?”

Alive. You feel the heat of his palm on your chest, the sting of tears on your cheeks, the scent of space that lingers in the starship. You notice the cool chill of durasteel beneath your back, the beat of your heart, the breath in your lungs. The miracle of life, of experience, of tolerating the suffering and joy to this point in time.

“You have achieved that. You. The person that has endured all of that has the strength to survive another night. Stay alive. You owe yourself, - ” he pauses, moving his gloved fingers to your wet cheek, caressing your skin, “- this person that has fought and overcome so much anguish, another day.”

You lean into his touch, and his palm cradles your face. You nod softly, and almost whimper because yes, the pain is still there and it hurts and it is engulfing you entirely and it’s overflowing yet empty all at once. And it may always exist, eternal and timeless. But you have proven to yourself that you can endure it, again and again, as you have before, surviving those countless nights of misery that you have put behind you. You can stay alive. You breathe in the scent of his crimson skin, feel the weight of his strong arms tighten around you. You allow him to hold you for the remainder of the night, and you hold him in return, finding strength and the will to survive in yourselves and each other.

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Maul in the Jedi Temple (drabble)

I don’t know how much sense this is gonna make because it’s been a vague idea in my head for weeks, but if you’re a maul lover like me, do yourself a favour and (don’t) play the TFU Jedi Temple DLC wearing the Maul skin. It absolutely will make you confront the idea of Maul, years after the Clone Wars, seeking out the Temple Ruins for... something. He doesn’t quite know why he’s there, but he feels as though the front gate itself might smite him for daring to look upon it, even when it lets him in with ease.

He spends some time exploring the ruins, most of it untraversable now, but still grand, still teeming with light and remnants of a dead religion. The force feels different here. When he crushes the statues in the hall, or lifts the giant globe off the ground, it's not a destructive act, it's almost playful, a back and forth between him and the energy that flows through the building.

Something calls him to the heart of the temple, a dark hall with a Holocron at the end of it. Blue and holy and inviting it bursts to life without his having to touch it, putting forth a towering projection of a man, a Jedi, in a hood.

"My son..." It booms and what a novel concept, Maul thinks, a Jedi bearing children. " you now control your own destiny. The dark side is strong in you," Maul feels small, infantile, voyeuristic, dwarfed by the projection with the warm voice whose message is clearly not for him." but you can still be saved.” It says. “The blood of a true Jedi, my blood, flows through you but you must complete the trials..." He tunes the rest out. It isn't long before he is blinded and dropped in the middle of a stone abyss.

Menial challenges are set before him, the fabled Jedi trials, child’s fodder honestly, but he proceeds. Maul is led to a stone platform. From the dark emerges something that makes him want to vomit, a red zabrak with black markings, silent, stoic, no older than 22 years old. He sees it now, he was truly a frightening presence at that age. Darth circles him on hunter’s feet, never making so much as an audible scuff on the stone floor. Maul flexes his left foot, a new habit garnered by a tight joint he hasn’t had the spare part to fix yet. He knows himself, knows that Darth will attack swiftly, so he takes what milliseconds he has to try to remember how he would have fought when his body was complete. He'd be faster, lighter, more agile, but more cocky, a warrior who hasn't tasted the sour of loss; loss of limb, loss of life, of status, of sanity.

The duel is bloody, a flurry of red light. Maul hasn't thrown himself into battle like this since he was a young man, thirsty for purpose and proof that his existence is not a mistake. Maul reigns victorious in the end. He slices Darth in half and pierces him through the heart with his saber, a sickening thing to watch from this new perspective after playing in his head over and over again those long years he spent in the madness and filth. He kicks Darth’s body off the ledge into the seeming endless abyss. A guttural scream erupts from his chest and he falls to his knees. It stings his eyes and scratches away at the walls of tight throat, the urge to cry like a babe. 

The dark side is strong in you but... echoes in his ears. Maul thinks about whoever's wretched son that Holocron was meant for, what special purpose he must have to be seen as redeemable in the eyes of the pious Jedi.  

  The dark side is strong in you but... Maul covers his ears, a futile action in the in the bellowing silence of the stone abyss, but it lets him hear his own heart rate as it slows in the comedown from adrenaline. 

The dark side is strong in you but... He thinks about his own miserable little life. He thinks of parenthood, of those precious few moments his mother held him before damning her runt. 

 The dark side is strong in you but... He thinks of Sith, of Jedi, of the force that binds the two. What would he have been if they had found the runt first, those so-called keepers of peace. If they raised him in the light, would they have adorned his horns in silly beads, given him sandy coloured robes, condemned him to life lacking in riches and sex and... would they have abandoned him too?

“but you can still be saved.”  Maul retches at the thought. The Jedi failed that runt, as they failed the Galaxy those many years ago. The Jedi failed him, it was never his choice to make an enemy of them. And yet...

 Maul absentmindedly flexes his left foot and adjusts his position on the floor, folding his metal legs under himself as best he can. The thought does cross his mind that somehow he’s found himself on the winning end of their trial, their test of worthiness, at the heart of their temple. He chooses not to linger on it. Maul finds himself occupied with the lively silence of the temple instead, a warm breeze of energy passing through his body like a sheet of linen.

 Somewhere, floating in that space in time, he realizes his lightsaber went over the ledge with Darth, buried in the young man’s chest. 

Somehow it’s not a discomforting thought.

#idk how i feel about this but the idea wouldn't leave my head #darth maul #darth maul fic #darth maul headcanon #maul hcs #the force unleashed #the force unleashed 2 #jedi!maul #? #grey jedi!maul #donnie does 👑

[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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[a-dorin]

ardor

pairing: professor maul x reader (female)

word count: 3.5k

warnings: cursing, teasing, banter, lots of banter, mentions of professor & student relationship, alcohol consumption

a/n: this is my semi-return to tumblr, so i decided to rewrite a series i never finished. this fic will explore a student and professor relationship, so please take that into consideration before you begin reading. if this isn't your taste or your cup of tea, please scroll. i will not tolerate any hateful comments, anons, & other negative interaction with this. i spent a lot of time on this between work and class, & i am really proud of it.

so without further ado, enjoy! :)

“so, enlighten us, was there any tea from the summertime?”

stifling a groan, you rolled your eyes, waving your hand to swat away the dozens of eyes peering away at you, “for the record, i practiced celibacy this summer.”

“like i believe that!” came a jeer, “you can’t just say that and expect us all to believe it. and rex, i hope you don’t take offense to it, but your best friend is an absolute smokeshow. i would definitely–”

“enough,” a platinum blonde interjected, massaging his temple with his fingers, “jesse, i think we need to cut you off for the night.”

“i was just getting started!” jesse exclaimed, elbowing a figure beside him, “wolffe, come on, you agree with me, right?”

now it was wolffe’s turn to roll his eyes, smacking jesse on the back of the head, “rex said that was enough.”

the voices filling your ears were barely audible over the pounding music of the bass, as students gathered on the dance floor to sway to the music. most of them were extremely intoxicated, enjoying the final days of freedom before the start of the fall semester. every so often, colorful lights flashed, only amplifying the ambiance of the bar. of course ram’s was going to be packed tonight, as all of the newbies were eager to check out campus’ most famous spot. 

most of your night had been spent with your best friend, rex, and his teammates from the rugby team. over the course of the summer, you had grown close with the guys, bringing them cold water bottles after long days of practice, or dropping a few of them off as a favor for rex. they were quite rambunctious at first, always so loud and chaotic, but as the days passed, you had grown quite fond of them. eventually, they had grown to adore you, often inviting you over for team dinners or early morning smoothie runs. 

now, all of you were crammed into a booth at ram’s, savoring the last moments of summer before it all slipped away. although the boys were well past tipsy, you didn’t mind, collecting the empty cups and forming a small tower in the middle of the table. you enjoyed their presence, as you didn’t have many friends anyways. 

since you spent most of the summer in the hospital, clacking away on a computer, you were eager for the fall semester to begin. the course load wasn’t too bad, with only fifteen credits, and another phase of clinical on the way. maybe this time around you could branch out and make some friends, whether it was at the bars or at the rugby games. besides, the boys would make great wingmen. well, maybe. 

“she is right though,” rex cleared his throat, taking a sip from his cup, “there was not a single soul that came through our apartment this summer.”

“i was busy with my clinical at the hospital,” you chime in, your voice raising with every word so that the boys could hear, “after some days in the er, sex was the last thing on my mind. besides, the only people who stay are townies and athletes. both of those groups are a big no-no.”

“hey,” another voice cut in, “we’re not all that bad.”

“i know, comet,” you giggled, flashing a quaint smile, “most of the athletes here are just.. questionable.”

“especially the football guys,” rex’s lips curled with disdain, “they make all of us look bad.”

“i don’t know,” you shrugged, “you guys can be a handful. especially jesse over there.”

jesse arched a brow, a smug smirk beginning to form, “hey, i just was saying what everyone was thinking. we all think you’re hot.”

“oh?” your eyes widened, “is that so?” 

shifting in the crammed booth, you face rex, poking him playfully as he buries his face in his hands, “that is not true. that is not true. that is not–”

“hey, he does not speak for all of us,” comet interrupted, the words cut short by a burp, “i think i’ve had enough for the night.”

“it’s only eleven thirty-six,” jesse protested, “the night is still young!”

“not when you have a lift in the morning,” wolffe grumbled, “a five-thirty lift, at that.”

“here we go,” comet exhaled, “mr. team captain has to ruin the fun.”

“do you want to run three miles after a lift?” wolffe folded his arms over his chest, “i sure as hell don’t.”

“and with the hangover i’m sure you’re going to have tomorrow,  you’d throw up,” rex pointed at jesse, amusement glimmering in his honey depths, “you’d be in the fetal position on the track, begging for mercy.”

“yeah, yeah, yeah,” jesse scoffed, pulling his phone out of his pocket, “okay, so who is giving me a ride home?”

“i guess we’ll have to call some ubers,” rex responded, his head finding its way to your shoulder, “unless, our personal uber is ready to leave.”

“we walked here, remember?” your lips curled into a grin as the boys scowl, “just think, you’re all getting a little workout in before your lift in the morning. it’s probably really nice out anyways, a lot cooler than this bar.”

“i do need to stretch my legs,” comet nodded before taking a final swig of his own beer, “all right, i’m ready to call it a night. i think i got my share of fun in.”

“are you ready, mr. captain?” jesse puckered his lips at wolffe, who only responded with a stony glare. 

“what’s your first class tomorrow anyways?” rex murmured, breath hot against your ear, “isn’t it with that hot professor? the one every girl on campus absolutely raves about?”

“the one who has thirst edits all over tik tok?” comet obviously was close enough to overhear, “professor maul, right?”

“yes,” you answered curtly, “i’m taking some elective course, just for some fun. well, it also fulfills a requirement for my major. however, i’ve never actually met or seen the man. i mean, i’ve seen his pictures and stuff.”

“don’t tell us you’re going to develop a little crush and become just as obsessed as some of those other girls,” comet teased, “well, i have seen guys post about him too. everyone loves the guy.”

“who knows,” an airy laugh bubbled up in your throat, “i just might get a little crush. however, i think we have more important matters at hand. someone is getting a little sleepy.”

rex grunted in response, his head a little heavier than it was five minutes ago. of course the alcohol was catching up to him. he was at a steady pace with jesse before he tapered off, swearing up and down he didn’t want to be hungover in the morning. however, a small part of you knew that he was going to need some water and a tylenol before bed, just in case. 

“how are you falling asleep right now?” jesse leaned over the table, practically shouting in rex’s face. 

in the process, he knocked over the tower you started earlier in the evening, which created quite the alcoholic mess as melted ice and leftover drinks spill all over. wolffe let out a string of curses under his breath, which you were sure were mainly directed at jesse. comet placed a hand over his mouth, masking his laughter as wolffe proceeded to yank jesse out of the booth by the collar of his shirt. 

“he’s going home with me,” wolffe stated, jaw clenched with fury, “late or not, he’s running the three miles.”

“hey!” jesse squirmed, yet wolffe didn’t budge, “i won’t be late! i promise!”

“i don’t give a fuck,” wolffe’s tone was icy, yet he softened as he turned to you, “have a good night, guys. also, have a good first day of classes.”

“thank you, wolffe,” you beamed, “and good luck with jesse.”

“you’re coming with us, right?” rex inquired, collecting the cups to be thrown away.

“of course,” you nodded, “i think i’m going to pee first, though.”

“make it quick,” rex teased, shooting you a wink, “we have quite the trek home.”

“i will, i will,” you affirm, sliding out of the booth, “i’ll be back by the time those cups are in the trash.”

“sounds like a deal to me,” rex’s grin turned into a frown as he surveyed the mess jesse made of the table, “actually, take your time. i don’t want to leave this mess for the bartenders.”

“yeah, good luck with that.”

giving rex one last pat on the shoulder, you made your way towards the restrooms, which were located in the back of the bar. since it was still in prime hours of business, the air was thick, almost sticky as you maneuver through the swarm. individuals of all walks of life were in attendance tonight – twi’leks, nautolans, zygerrians, you name it. part of you cursed yourself for expecting it to be a slower night, as there was quite the line forming for both doors at the restrooms. 

your eyes scoured the lines, wondering if the wait would even be worth it. after all, your apartment was only about a mile away. you could probably hold it, but as always, the alcohol was stating otherwise. sucking in a deep breath, you flinch as your phone buzzes in your back pocket.

rex. he was probably wondering what was taking so long. you had promised him it was only going to be a couple minutes. by the time you even made it to the lines, about five minutes had passed. 

fishing your phone out of your pocket, you made the decision to abandon the idea of waiting. you could probably make it to your apartment without any mishaps. and if you really needed to go, there were a couple fast food joints you could step into. 

i’m waitinggggggg >:( 

stifling a giggle, your fingers glided across the screen. 

the lines were horrendous. i’ll just stick it out till we get back to the apartment. see you in a second. 

still focused on your phone, you swiveled on your heel, heading in the direction of the entrance. 

see you soonnnnn!! can’t wait to zzzzzzzz 

shaking your head, a smile lingered on your lips. yet, that smile quickly dissolved as you collide into a stranger’s back, your phone clattering as it hit the floor. 

“oh shit!” you widened your eyes, bending over to pick up your phone, “i am so sor–”

the words cease as you come face-to-face with the most gorgeous man you had ever seen. 

he was squatting, eye level with you as your fingers brushed one another. 

“no need to apologize, accidents happen. i was going to pick up your phone for you but it appears you beat me to it.”

you were not sure if the alcohol was lingering, or if the room had skyrocketed several degrees as heat overcame you, flourishing from your cheeks to your toes as you stood, the stranger mimicking your actions. 

“i – oh my god – i am sorry. you don’t have to apologize at all. i was the one who wasn’t paying attention like a–”

“like i said,” his voice was low, almost like a growl, yet it sounded silky as it filled your ears, “accidents happen.” 

the stranger facing you was a descendant of the zabrak species, his skin a rich crimson hue. however, he was tattooed, the lines thick and intricate, weaving geometric patterns all over. it suited him, the black and crimson contrasting nicely with the ivory horns protruding from his skull. there were several, gleaming under the low light. a silver piercing glittered as well, a helix on his upper left ear. he was definitely younger, as there were no prominent wrinkles scoured on his facial features. with his close proximity, you could also pick out the indent of a scar as it began on the right corner of his upper lip, descending down. 

yet, the most striking feature were his eyes. 

they were absolutely radiant, like embers smoldering over a flame. the irises were an amber color, flowing into crimson rings around his pupils. 

“tongue tied?” the stranger let out a chuckle, leaning forward, slightly right, so that his mouth was merely centimeters from your ear, “you have nothing to apologize for, love. if anything, i consider this a blessing because you are absolutely beautiful. perhaps we’ll run into one another again sometime. here’s your phone.”

“t-thank you,” you stammer as he placed the phone in your hands, your knees almost buckling, “maybe i will see you again.”

his lips curled into an eager grin, the heat in your cheeks nearly intensifying as you noticed dimples forming, “i’ll look forward to it.”

“see you!” you managed to blurt out before nearly scurrying away, heart beating in your chest. 

luckily, you found solace as you spotted rex waiting near the entrance, the rest of the guys nowhere to be found. concern painted his features as his eyes fell on you, lips pursing, brows knit together. 

“jesus christ, you look like you just ran into one of your exes. everything okay?”

“i’m fine,” you shake your head, “i’m just ready to go home.”

“me too,” rex wrapped an arm around your shoulder, “come on, let’s go home.”

as the two of you exited ram’s, a breeze rolled through the streets, cooling your heated skin. even though rex was far more intoxicated than you were, you found yourself clutching to his frame, almost leaning on him for support. 

whoever that stranger was, he seemed awfully familiar. you felt like you knew him from somewhere, like you had seen his face before. yet, you couldn’t quite place your finger on where exactly you remembered him from. it’s not like he had a forgettable face, he was devastatingly handsome. no one could forget a face like that.

perhaps you’d see him again, and maybe you wouldn’t. 

time would only tell.

******

placing your hand on the wood, your heart nearly skipped a beat as the clamor and chatter of voices filled the air. 

it was only 9:46 a.m., how was the lecture hall already packed?

hesitantly, you push it open, fighting the urge to turn around and leave as you notice the amount of crowded seats. fourteen minutes until the class began and there were barely any seats left. the spots you preferred, up higher, towards the back, were already well beyond capacity. 

carefully, you make your way down the steps, settling for an open row in the middle of the hall. there were only a few students, so you didn’t have to fight your way through the aisle. eventually, you found a spot between a togruta and a mirialan, settling between the two of them. 

absentmindedly, you pluck your laptop out of your bag, along with your planner and favorite. however, the realization washes over you as you continue to prep. 

was this seat reserved for someone?

“hey,” you cleared your throat, “was this seat filled already?”

“oh no!” the togruta chirped, flashing you a warm smile, “that’s just my girlfriend. we can’t sit by one another in class or else we wouldn’t be able to pay attention.”

“don’t listen to a thing she says,” the mirialan’s voice was soft yet playful as she typed away on her own laptop, “she loves to spread lies about me.”

“that is not true,” the togruta huffed, focusing her attention on you, “she may be the most gorgeous woman in the galaxy but she’s a real pain in my ass. i’m ahsoka tano, by the way.”

“and i’m barriss offee,” the mirialan broke away from her screen, gaze meeting yours, “you made a good choice by sitting here. ahsoka is super intelligent when it comes to these sorts of courses so she’ll probably carry us through this semester. i fare better in the political science courses.”

“please,” ahsoka tutted, pulling out her phone, “she loves to gush about me. it’s honestly embarrassing sometimes. especially right now because you don’t even know us.”

“i think you have a pretty amazing partner if she’s willing to gush about you to complete strangers.”

“see?” barriss leaned over you, sticking out her tongue, “who’s the better girlfriend? i am.”

“be careful sweetheart,” ahsoka reciprocated the gesture, her voice laced with a tease, “we both know how competitive i can be.”

for some reason, you felt drawn to the two as they bantered and flirted, as if you were meant to find them. maybe the three of you could develop a friendship over the course of the semester. besides, you were craving that sort of connection, and these two seemed like the perfect pair to be friends with, as their energy was warm and friendly, almost like old friends from the past. 

it also went without a doubt they were a gorgeous pair. 

ahsoka tano was one of the togruta species, her complexion an orange hue, head tails striped navy and white, with two montrals poking out. her face was wise, as if she had matured at a young age. the white markings on her forehead were breathtaking: two diamonds complementing a symmetrical shape, the markings trailing down onto her cheeks. ahsoka’s eyes were a bright, crystalline blue, shining with warmth and kindness.

her outfit was simple: a navy tank top paired with a pair of black joggers, the university’s logo stitched on one of the pockets. as her knee bounced, you noticed a pair of white nike air maxes, completing the hues of her clothes. 

barriss was almost the opposite of ahsoka, clad in a floral sundress, the pattern bursting with greens, yellows, and purples. it suited her light green complexion, along with her rich blue eyes. her eyes were darker than ahsoka’s, glimmering with intrigue as she surveyed the lecture hall. black diamonds stretched across the bridge of her nose, her lips coated with a black lipstick. tights covered her legs, a chunky pair of doc martens on her feet. a hijab wrapped around her head, the material an inky black silk. barriss carried an aura of elegance and poise, a contrast to ahsoka’s goofy and rambunctious nature. 

although the pair were polar opposites, you could tell it was meant to be – almost like the sun and the moon. 

you wondered how they met, and how they managed to become such a strongly bonded pair. that aspect was also easy to pick out, as ahsoka looked at barriss with nothing but pure, radiant, love. 

“it’s 9:58 and the professor still hasn’t shown up,” barriss muttered, glaring over to her lover, “if he doesn’t show up in fifteen minutes, i hope you know i am leaving.”

“and i hope you know i am going to be right behind you,” ahsoka sighed, leaning back in her seat, “i hope this class isn’t a snoozefest, because my dad was the one who recommended it.”

“who’s your dad?” you inquired, “is he faculty or something?”

“uhhh yes and no?” ahsoka responded, picking at a loose string on her joggers, “he’s the head coach of the men’s rugby team.”

“coach buir?” you gasped, “i know who that is!”

“how do you know him?” ahsoka’s brow furrowed, “not many people around here even know we have a men’s rugby team.”

“well,” you began, sitting up in your seat, “i know him through the rugby guys. rex is my rooma–”

the murmur of your fellow classmates fell into an almost dead silence as the professor entered the room, an aura of concentration settling over the lecture hall in a thick haze. you clicked on the mousepad of your laptop, ensuring that you were prepared for any note taking. absentmindedly, you typed in the date, as well as a title for the note section: first day of class. 

“good morning class,” the professor rumbled, his voice clear as it rang through the space, “i am aware that this is a three hundred level course and we have a limited number of weeks to get through course material, but today there will be no lesson.”

“so much for opening my laptop,” you grumbled, earning a hushed giggle from ahsoka and barriss.

“today will be an overview of the syllabus, as well as some icebreakers,” the professor continued, a unanimous groan erupting from the class. the professor chuckled, “i know, we all hate standing up and stating five fun facts about ourselves. but, it helps me remember names. after all, there are about one hundred and fifty of you.”

your eyes drifted up from your laptop screen as you shut it, widening with shock as they fell on him. 

your professor was the zabrak you ran into at the bar the night before.

and that zabrak, was none other than professor maul.

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[mandos-mind-trick]

Corruption - Part 3

Summary: Mari's always had darkness in her, threatening to take over in the back of her mind. No matter how much the Jedi tried to train her, the darkness was always there. After the death of her first master, she finds herself under the tutelage of Master Kenobi due to the council's growing concerns about her well being. The sudden return of a certain enemy, however, has some things coming to light. Maybe the darkness was never hers to begin with.

Pairing: Maul x OC (only named, no physical descriptions given)

Warnings: NSFW, fingering, Force stuff, pregnancy, post pregnancy, postpartum issues, depression, Force psychosis sort of?, alien babies, nightmares, sleepwalking, flashbacks, PTSD, brief self harming behavior, Maul being Maul, angst with a happy ending.

A/N: So, we're at the end. A little sad, but I kind of like how this one ends. It was going to be a lot longer but I think I like it like this. It feels right, and it feels like a good ending.

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Mari stares down at the infant in her arms. She dare not move, lest she disturb him and cause him to cry once again. She had just gotten him to sleep after quite the riotous fit. She can’t blame him, though. It had pained her, watching the ritual. Maul had insisted, and also claimed they wouldn’t remember it happening. 

He certainly didn’t remember his. 

She gently traces the black lines along her son’s orange skin. The swelling has gone down, leaving behind flat lines dictating his heritage and his place in their small clan. His horns are beginning to come in, small, sharp tips beginning to poke through the skin on top of his head. 

He’s constantly irritable and angry. 

She can’t blame him. 

Rage, his father had named him after a near ear-shattering crying fit that had lasted for hours just two days after his birth. They tried everything they could think of, and everything the droid had suggested, but nothing could calm him. Not until he exhausted himself, and all but passed out in her arms. 

He had been a hard child from the start. 

The pregnancy had made her ill, and not just physically. Her nightmares had resumed ten-fold, to the point she began sleepwalking. Many times she’d woken, lightsaber inches from Maul’s face. It had terrified her, to the point she tried to avoid sleep. That had led to delirium, and hallucinations. She saw things, things she wanted to forget. 

Childbirth had been even harder. Her water had broken early, gushing with both amniotic fluid and blood. She’d labored and bled for nearly two days until the surgical droid had been forced to operate. Thanks to the droid, and Maul, all three of them made it out alright. 

It had been a shock to find out they were having twins. Two babies born from the Force at once. She had wondered for nine months whether they would look anything like Maul. He had a hand in creating them, their combined power in the Force had allowed their creation, but physically he had no hand in it. Would they come out looking like her? Would there be any sign of Maul in them at all? 

To her surprise, they had come out undoubtedly like Maul. 

Mari rises from the bed, carefully laying Rage down in the crib next to his brother. Riot, Maul had named him, after he’d violently swung his tiny fists as he screamed with his brother. She runs a finger along his yellow skin, the inflammation of his tattoos having gone down too. 

Mari moves back to the bed, sinking down on it once more. She’s tired. She’s never felt this tired before. No amount of training she had gone through, or battle she had fought, would compare to the strain of motherhood. She thought she knew what to expect after spending so much time among the younglings in the creche. 

The thought sparks a pain in her chest. Tears blur her vision. Did someone help them escape? Or were they slaughtered in their beds too? So many families that had willingly parted with their children only to have them be killed so young. They wouldn’t have known, they wouldn’t have understood.

Mari presses the heels of her hands into her eyes like they might prevent the tears from falling. She still dreams of that day, running down that hallway desperate to escape. Except in her dreams she doesn’t make it. Instead she’s shot down by clones she’d known, clones she considered her friends, their faces in the front of her mind as she lay there dying. 

Hands grip her arms, tugging them away from her face harshly. The scream dies in her throat as Maul’s face appears above her. Rage and Riot are screaming again, the sound registering in her ears not as her own, not as the screams of the many Jedi that had been dead for almost two years. The sides of her face by her eyes burn. She’d been digging her nails into the skin. 

Maul hauls her up into a seated position, undoing the front of her robe. She’s leaking, her body responding to the cries of her children, even when her brain can’t. Maul picks up Rage first, securing him in one of her arms. He helps him latch on before grabbing Riot, securing him on the other side. She watches him numbly, her mind starting to clear a bit as hormones begin to flood her brain. 

She watches as he leaves the room, heading into the ‘fresher for a moment. He comes back with a cloth, sitting in front of her on the bed. He holds her face with one hand, palm pressing into her cheek. She tilts her head into his touch, letting her eyes close. He dabs at the scratch marks on the sides of her face, the cold cloth burning the fresh wounds a bit. 

“Maul,” She whispers, her voice shaking. “What’s happening to me?” 

“You need to sleep.” Maul says, pulling away from you to take Rage as he finishes eating. 

“I can’t.” She whispers, lifting Riot to her shoulder to burp him as he finishes. “The nightmares. They won’t stop.” 

He says nothing, taking Riot from her and placing the two back in their crib. They begin to fuss quietly, tears burning in her eyes. She can’t even care for her children properly. Maul ties her robe closed, gently maneuvering her so she’s laying down. His hand presses against her forehead, the warmth of the Force easing around her. Her eyes slip closed as he puts her to sleep, unconscious before she even realizes it. 

***

Mari wakes disoriented. Her mouth is dry and her tongue feels swollen. She’s bleary from too much sleep, rubbing at her eyes. Her arm brushes something soft, her hand lowering to feel the soft belly of one of her sons. She cracks her eyes open, making out the orange skin of Rage on the bed next to her. She reaches further, fingers brushing rougher skin, her fingers trailing up an arm. 

Her vision clears as a hand grabs hers, lowering it gently. Maul is on the bed next to her, Riot sleeping peacefully on his bare chest. Rage is fast asleep as well on the bed between them. 

“Maul?” She whispers, her voice rough. Her throat feels like she’s swallowed sand. 

“You’ve been asleep for a day.” He says, turning his head to look at her. 

“A day?” She asks, Rage and Riot stirring at her loud tone. “Maul-” 

“I’m perfectly capable of caring for our children.” He interrupts her. “You needed rest.” 

She lets her eyes close for a moment, taking a deep breath. She can feel the three of them in the Force, the softness of her sons blending into the harsh edges of Maul. She can feel the darkness swirling amongst them, reaching out for her sons, threatening to take over the light radiating from them. 

She sits up abruptly, pressing a hand into her chest. She swings her legs over the edge of the bed, taking a breath. She can feel the soft prodding at the back of her mind, her body going lax as Maul overwhelms her senses. She flops back onto the bed, mirroring Maul and Rage’s positions on her back. She lifts Rage, letting him settle against her chest. He nuzzles into her chest, settling back to sleep. 

Maul reaches out, taking her hand. She traces the lines of his tattoos with her eyes, tracing them all the way up to his face. His eyes are serious as they stare at her, brows slightly furrowed, the face he makes when he’s deep in thought. She lets herself get lost in his eyes, in the red-rimmed yellow of his gaze. Her children will have golden eyes that glow in the dark like his. 

There will be none of her in them. None that she can see. 

***

Mari kneels in the dirt, a warm breeze blowing strands of hair across her face. It’s dark, aside from the red light of the four moons above her. She’d woken from another nightmare, lightsaber in hand, standing over the crib. Her sons had been sleeping peacefully, unaware of her. Once she’d come to, she’d felt sick, her lightsaber dropping from her hand with a clang against the stone floor. She’d run to the ‘fresher, splashing cold water on her face. 

She’d nearly screamed when she looked in the mirror, red eyes staring back at her. Her face is horribly mutilated and changed, a reflection of the darkness within her. She’d run from the room, ignoring the cries of her children and Maul.

She’d run from the palace entirely, out into the dark night. The tears had fallen and dried, leaving her empty. She had thought it would stop once her children were born. It was their natural Force-sensitivity that had caused the incidents while she was pregnant, Maul had said. They were wielding the Force through her, even without understanding it. She had felt the change, late in the pregnancy when their brains had developed enough. She dreamed of them, quiet presences in the Force. 

Giving birth hadn’t stopped it, though. 

This isn’t her children’s doing. There’s something inside of her, something causing all of this. Maul had suppressed the nightmares to a point, but there was nothing permanent. Nothing could be done to stop it entirely. 

She doesn't want to hurt her children. She doesn’t want to hurt Maul either. 

She sinks her fingers into the dirt, feeling the ground below her. She can feel the pulsing of energy deep within Dathomir. Whatever power fed the planet, fed the Force within it deep below. She slides off her knees, landing on her back in the dirt. 

Her body falls, feet failing her as she trips over them once more. She hits the ground with a thud, the air leaving her lungs. 

“You’re distracted.” The voice of her first master says. “Focus. You cannot learn if you cannot focus.” 

“I’m trying.” She huffs, pushing herself back to her feet, gripping the training saber in her hands. 

She’s eleven years old. She’s only been with her master for a year now. She could fight droids, but dueling was harder. Droids were predictable. One could learn their patterns without needing to think too much. Fighting people was harder. They’re unpredictable. They require more focus. Focus she doesn’t have. 

She blocks the blow coming at her, trying to strike back but he’s too fast, too experienced. He blocks her, swiping her legs out from under her. She hits the ground once more, a wave of anger and frustration washing through her. She lets out a yell, jumping to her feet and swinging at him wildly. 

He easily blocks her hits, forcing her onto her back once more. He pins her down, letting her struggle until she’s exhausted herself. “Finished?” He asks once she’s given in, panting from the exertion. “Anger will not help you.” He says, kneeling next to her. “It will only lead you down the path of the Dark Side.” 

“I can’t help it.” She sniffles, sitting up. “It never goes away.” 

“No, I don’t think it will.” He says, placing a hand on her shoulder. “You must learn not to give into it, but to accept it as part of who you are.” He stands, offering her a hand. “Come. I wish to try something.” 

She takes his hand, letting him help her stand. He takes a few steps back, grabbing their training sabers once more. 

“You are familiar with the forms of lightsaber combat, yes?” He asks, tossing her a training saber. 

She nods, gripping the saber in her hands. 

“You are most familiar with Form I as most Padawans are. I have been trying to teach you Form II as I thought it would suit you the best. But perhaps we need to consider Form VII.” 

“Form VII?” She frowns. “I thought that was forbidden.” 

“Restricted, not forbidden.” He smiles. “I will have to ask permission from the Council, but I think it may be helpful for you to learn to channel that darkness in a way that will help you instead of hinder you. It is not without risk, which is why the Council restricts its teaching and practice.” He begins to circle her. “It will not be easy, but if you can master it, it will help you beyond a fight.” 

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” She asks nervously. 

“Close your eyes.” He says gently, still circling her. “I want you to picture something quiet, serene. Blue sky above you, soft grass beneath your feet. Feel the warm air, the faint breeze against your skin. There’s flowing water somewhere in the distance, trickling over rocks. Can you feel it?” 

She can. It’s almost like she’s really standing there, feeling each individual blade of grass, the way the breeze brushes against her face. She feels calm, at ease. The darkness has abated for now, pushed back behind the wall she’s been building. 

“Good.” Her master says. “I want you to use that. Whenever you feel the anger, the darkness beginning to rise, return to this place. Feel everything, see everything. Let everything pass by you, and focus on the light.” 

Mari’s eyes snap open and she sits up in the dirt. Not much time has passed, the moons still in the same position above her. She pushes herself up to stand, brushing the dirt from her back. Her hands touch her face, finding it still as it normally was. Not mutilated and scarred like she had seen before in her reflection. 

She heads back into the palace, making her way back to their room. Maul is up, trying to settle the boys still. She wordlessly walks over, taking one and then the other in her arms. She sits on the bed, holding them in her arms. They begin to quiet, quickly falling back asleep. 

Maul stares at her for a moment before sitting on the bed next to her. She leans into him as he wraps an arm around her. Her lightsaber is still on the floor, still where she dropped it. She lets her eyes close, going back to that place once more. She can still feel it, the grass beneath her feet, the breeze against her skin. Only this time, she’s not alone. Her boys are in her arms, the weight of them grounding her. She can feel them, the light, the softness of them in the Force. 

“I need help.” She whispers, pressing her face against Maul’s chest. “I need help.” 

***

As the weeks pass, whatever had been twisting in Mari’s mind begins to ease. She sleeps soundly, only waking from nightmares, no longer acting them out. 

The boys continue to grow quickly. They cry less and less, beginning to babble nonsense and crawl. Their horns have come in, sharp little spikes crowning their little heads. More than once they’ve caught her on accident with them. The inability to harm her did not extend to her children. Nor did it extend to Maul, who was still better at dodging them than her. 

They’re beginning to show their abilities in the Force as well. Floating items were becoming normal, as was the occasional shattered window in a crying fit. Mari feels secretly proud that at least one of them is taking after her in that regard. 

She feels closer to Maul too, not having realized there was a fissure widening between them. She feels less like she’s being controlled and more like herself once more.

She lays in bed with Maul, letting her fingers trace the tattoos on his chest for the millionth time. She could do it with her eyes closed if she wanted to. His eyes are closed, forehead pressed against hers. Her lips part in a quiet gasp as his fingers slip into her, thumb slowly working her clit. It’s been far too long since he’s touched her, since they’ve made love. 

It doesn’t feel much different from their first time, the connection that had been shriveling between them being replenished once more. Maul’s mouth covers hers, swallowing the moan that slips from her lips. Her hips lift to grind against his hand, feeling close already. He’s been teasing her for an hour now, working both of them up. 

He continues to kiss her, swallowing her moans as she cums around his fingers. His hips press into her side, groaning against her mouth as he feels the pleasure coursing through her. They continue to kiss, coming down from their highs. They fall silent, listening for just a moment. 

The boys are still fast asleep in their crib, still refusing to sleep separately. They’re near inseparable, connected in a way only her and Maul can understand. Twins born of the Force, two beings formed from one in a similar way to her and Maul. They’ll be strong when they grow up. 

The thought scares her. She knows the will of the Force is not something that can be changed. They can only guide them along the path. She knows Maul is anxious to begin their training as well. Mari has her hesitations, but having two untrained Force-sensitive children would be more dangerous than teaching them to use those powers. 

“Maul?” She whispers, pressed tight against his chest. He hums, the sound rumbling through his chest. “Would you do anything I asked of you?” 

“Yes.” He says, far too quickly for what she’s about to ask him. 

“Even if I asked you to give up seeking revenge?” 

He’s quiet for a moment before he sits up, pushing her off him. 

She sits up quickly, putting a hand on his chest as she turns to face him. “So you wouldn’t.” 

“Not revenge.” He says. “Revenge is all I have.” 

She swallows the lump in her throat. “So I’m nothing then? Your sons are nothing?” She hits his chest with her palm. “Everything you’ve been working to build is nothing?” 

“It’s not that simple.” He says, trying to move away, but she forces him back. 

“It is that simple. Why can’t we be enough?” She curses the tears pooling in her eyes, the emotion thick in her voice. “You don’t have to be the hand to serve justice. That’s not your path.” She grips his shoulders, holding him still. “We made children when it should have been impossible. Twins. Your twins. Have you stopped to think once in the last year that this might be your path? They might be your path? I might be your path? I can’t lose you, Maul.” 

He stares hard at her. He had refrained from mentioning his plotting to her while she recovered from childbirth. She had been suffering enough, he didn’t want to throw anything onto her that might make things worse. 

“Let it go.” She whispers, a tear sliding down her cheek. “Let it go and stay with me. With your sons. Please. It’s not worth it. I don’t want to lose you.” 

He stares at her silently, watching the tears slide down her cheeks. 

4 ABY

“Mom?” Riot’s voice sounds from outside. He sounds concerned, his footsteps getting close to the open door. “What was that?” He asks, stepping into the kitchen. Rage is not far behind, following his brother. 

Of course they had felt it. She had felt it too. Like a wave had washed over her, carrying away a heavy weight. A hole has been left, wide and gaping and open. It’s not unlike how the Force had felt after the purge, only this is different. It’s not a bad feeling. In fact, she feels more at peace than she has in a long time. 

“Something’s happened.” Is all she can say, unsure of how to explain this to her boys. 

Her grown boys, so much like their father. Rage, strong and determined and a natural leader. Once he sets his mind to something, he won’t back down. He won’t give up. Riot is quieter, softer. He’s not one to underestimate, though. He could be fierce when provoked, and would not hesitate to defend his family. He took more after her than Maul, but there was no denying his presence in both of them. 

“Come,” She says, taking their hands, leading them back out the door. 

She crosses the courtyard, leaving the palace. She walks down the well worn path through the trees and into the forest, heading to the clearing. They all frequented this path often, and even she could navigate it in the dark if she had to. 

The trail ends, opening into the clearing. It’s small, a stream running along the far side. It’s quiet and serene, even for a place like Dathomir. It was a place Maul often found himself as the years passed. Many training sessions happened here, her own and then her sons’. 

They had never managed to replicate it, creating life in the Force. They had toyed with the idea of more, but they could never make it happen. Two was what they were destined to have, two strong boys to carry on the legacy they’d leave behind. 

Mari lets go of their hands, approaching the figure. She steps up next to him, his gaze focused on the sky visible through the gap in the trees. It’s red, as it always is in the daytime. The mists settled heavily here, painting everything in deep red hues. 

“Maul?” Mari says quietly, placing a hand on his where it rests on his cane. “What is it?” 

“He’s gone.” Maul says quietly, hand tightening its grip on his cane. “Sidious is dead.” 

A smile tugs at Mari’s lips, her head leaning against his arm. “I’m sorry you weren’t there to see it.” 

He hums quietly, letting his gaze drop to the top of her head. “I am sure it was grand. Precisely what he deserved.” 

Mari lifts her head, turning to face him. She places a hand on his arm, trailing over the tattoos. “We all get what we deserve in the end.” She passes a glance over their boys watching the exchange. “Even if we think we don’t deserve it.” 

A smile tugs at the corners of Maul’s lips. He wraps an arm around her shoulders, leading them back towards the path. “It’s over. It’s finally over.” 

Taglist:

@bobaprint, @star-trekker-0013, @rosechi, @lune-de-miel-au-paradis

#star wars #star wars fic #darth maul #darth maul fic #darth maul x oc

[kbirbpods]

Original Work: Savage and Feral Accidentally Save the Galaxy by hoebiwan

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences

Relationship: Obi-Wan Kenobi/Darth Maul, Feral & Darth Maul & Savage Opress

Tags: Crack, Family Bonding, Getting Together, Fix It, kind of like the parent trap

Audio Length: 9 minutes, 57 seconds

@flowerparrish as Savage, Feral, & Narration

@kbirbpods as Maul & Obi-Wan

Fic editing & cover art by @kbirbpods

[Abbreviated] Summary: In which Feral and Savage lock Maul and Obi-Wan in a room and don't let them out until they use their words.

Notes: a holiday gift for our friend; also, this fic heavily features audio from "CPR" by Cupcakke

#kaje pods #flowerparrish pods #maul x kenobi #maul x obi wan #obi wan x maul #darth maul #savage opress #feral star wars #crack fic #sw crack #sw podfic #obi wan podfic #darth maul fic #flowerparrish

[moonstrider9904]

Eyes on Fire | Maul x Fem!Reader Smut

I started reading By The Light of the Second Moon by @eloquentmoon and I have allowed Maul to live rent free in my brain. I definitely did not stay up hours thinking of this and it is definitely not still doing things to me (it is). I legit never thought I'd ever be horny for Maul (hehehe, get it? horny? cuz he has horns? ok I'll shut up now). Hope you’ll enjoy!

This is also my first time ever writing Maul so please don’t judge too harshly!! Also, I haven’t read much Maul fic so I’m sorry if something like this has been done before, it’s merely coincidental. Thank you!

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Tags/Warnings: NSFW Smut. Minors leave. Fem/AFAB reader. Female masturbation, voyeurism/exhibitionism, praise, PiV unprotected sex (wrap it up in real life, folks!), female receiving oral, consented overstimulation, multiple orgasms, light bondage (just hand tying). Castle-like setting.

Set before the events of TPM.

Word count: 2.1 k

“Exquisite.”

Somehow, his voice hummed above that of your breathy moans. You were splattered on the large bed of the room Maul had taken you, a room so large within that dark, abandoned castle it may as well have been a hall in its own.

Your eyes could have landed anywhere as you lay there, naked, legs spread wide, your hand between your legs rubbing over your clitoris the way you expertly knew. The way you loved. But still, of all places you could have looked, your eyes were firmly on Maul, though your vision blurred every time you felt a wave of liquid heat running through your body. Whenever your eyes were off him, it was only because you had to close them, feeling your dangerous proximity to your peak.

He watched as you touched yourself. Maul sat naked on one of the chairs near the bed in that dark room with one leg draped over the arm rest, casually leaning back as though he were merely meditating. Laid back as he was, his gaze on you was penetrating. His eyes were already imposing, with that golden glow that stood out in the room’s darkness, soothed only by the moonbeams that crept from the outside.

You knew Maul was speaking to you, as he did every time you whined, but you were too caught up in your own pleasure to make out the words he said. You could barely think, hardly remembered your own name. Seeing him watching you, running your gaze over his beautiful body while you touched yourself made the pleasure more intense than you’d ever felt it, and you weren’t even at your orgasm yet. You’d never before conceived how he could make you feel, as if he were putting a spell on you right there, and from the corners of your heart, you began to fear the heat with which your climax would come, the volume at which you would scream his name.

But you loved the fear you felt.

Your legs quivered the next time Maul spoke his tender, sinful praise to you. You were close, and you didn’t want to put it off any longer. You needed to feel your orgasm, you needed Maul to see you through it. Your hand rubbed faster, applying more pressure, and you finally let yourself slide over that edge into the cliff of your own bliss. The waves of pleasure started, ranging from your cunt to every corner of your body.

You whined loudly, moaning out Maul’s name though he hadn’t even put his hands on you yet. He watched as your body squirmed on the bed, quaking with every shock your orgasm sent through your body, feeling his cock standing as erect as it could. He was eager to touch you, to taste you, to have you. When your orgasm had already lasted long, Maul noticed you kept your hand stimulating your clit on purpose, as though you wanted to go further than you ever had. Seductively, he looked at you as he stood up and paced over to the bed.

His body loomed over you now that he was on the mattress, and by that point, you were incapable of forming words. All your voice managed was to whimper, at times whining out his name. You were just removing your hand from over your clit, letting yourself breathe, but Maul flashed a sinful, seductive smile at you as he placed his cool fingers above your burning flesh and continued massaging your already sensitive clit.

Desperately, you moaned out loud at the contact of his skin with yours, drawing a rich, low laughter from him.

“Yes, my sweet,” he mused at you. His grin widened the more he watched you squirm beneath him, a sight so endearing that he caressed your cheek gently with his free hand. “How beautiful you are.”

You felt your very skin on fire; his touch was the match to light it but his gaze on you was like a balm. Maul watched every movement of your eyes when they rolled back, every curve your lips made, the way your chest heaved and your back arched. You had gone from whining to screaming, begging him not to stop despite feeling like you could faint. You wanted more, needed more of Maul. He was just above you, eyes blazing into your soul; your eyes drifted to his body, tracing every mark on his skin with your gaze, wanting to reach out and feel every muscle. You then looked up at his eyes with plea; you wanted him inside you.

Maul knew what you were thinking and, slowly, he retrieved his hand from your pussy. He leaned down and pressed his lips to yours, kissing you slowly, passionately. The kiss sent your mind into overdrive to the point where you couldn’t even feel when Maul positioned his tip at your entrance, giving you a pleasant surprise when you felt the fullness of his cock inside you, stretching you out. You groaned in ecstasy with your eyes rolling back, letting out a breathy moan with every time he thrust into you.

“Look at me, my beloved,” he spoke, groaning out afterwards at your warmth. “I want to see you.”

You managed to open your eyes and look into his, mesmerized at how they were glowing in the dark. Your arms wrapped around his back, pulling him closer to you as you moaned softly. Your sensitive walls throbbed around him, not quite pushing you into another orgasm, but the pleasure was still unimaginable, far better than with anyone else you had ever been with. Your head fell back onto the mattress as you bit your lip to suppress a loud whine, and adorable as you looked, Maul still wanted you at his mercy. A hand of his went to support the back of your head and he raised you to be at eye level with him once more.

“Now now, what about our agreement, beloved?” He spoke softly. “Eyes on me, my sweet. You are doing so well already.”

Your breath hitched at his words, gasping sharply when your walls clenched around him and made him groan. His sensual pace sped up into something more craving, making his cock brush every spot inside you. You moaned as your fingers clawed into his skin, your vision blurring until his eyes before you were like suns.

“M…Maul…” you whimpered softly.

He moaned in return. “You sound so delightful…” Maul thrust into you harder and faster, reveling in the beautiful sound of your voice so blissed, so needy for him. But it wasn’t for long; he wanted this night to be about your pleasure. Maul stopped and pulled himself up, gazing down at your sweaty body, skin reflecting the dim moonlight, cunt wet and swollen with pleasure. Your chest heaved up and down as you tried to catch your breath, but your lips formed a little pout, silently crying at his absence from your body.

The thought of how much you wanted him made him smile proudly to himself, and he knew it was time to continue the night of luxury. Maul reached to the end of the bed where he had put a small item of fabric before you’d began, a string of delicate red silk that would feel smooth on your skin. He held it up and showed it to you, the sight of it making you squirm and clench around nothing.

“Do you still want this, my lady?” He spoke.

You gulped and met eyes with him. “Yes. Yes, please…”

His seductive smile widened just a bit. “Then I will make sure you won’t forget this night.”

Maul went over to tie your hands together with the beautiful red silk. The knot wasn’t too hard around your wrists, nor was it painful. You welcomed the feeling, and you shivered delightfully at the idea of being submitted to him. Your eyes followed him as he climbed back on top of you on the bed and, passionately, he began to kiss your lips. Every time he kissed you, you felt your knees crumble and your body go limp, making you grateful for the mattress supporting your figure. But he wasn’t on your lips nearly as long as you would have wanted to, and you felt him taking his lips downwards on your body, tasting any inch of skin they came across as he made his way between your legs.

He didn’t hesitate. Maul merely took a short, craving look at your wet cunt before running his tongue over your sensitive skin, groaning softly into your skin. He drew another delicious moan from you, and the sound nearly made him lose all sense of sanity, making him begin to devour your pussy with gluttony. Maul basked in your taste, motivated by every sound you made and the way you writhed in his grip. Already sensitive and rejoicing in the sweet torture of overstimulation, you came with force in little time. Ecstatic, you rutted your hips against his tongue finding more of that beautiful friction, aching yet not wishing for it to stop. The waves of pleasure faded only for a short time, and Maul refused to stop eating you out, making you come a second time in a matter of seconds.

You moaned Maul’s name every time his own moans sent vibrations down your skin. With your vision threatening to black out, you brought your tied hands over to your chest and pressed your arms to your own body, trying to mitigate the quaking of your body as you came for a third time. You could feel Maul speaking softly into your skin, but you didn’t bother to make out the words. There was only so much space left in your mind, and it was all taken up by his essence, his fervor, by him.

By the fourth time you’d come, you had to bite into the red silk tying your hands together. With gritted teeth, your moans sounded alien to yourself; you were unaware you could make such noises. You sounded needy, hungry, drowned in the ecstasy of raw sexual pleasure. You didn’t know how much longer you could last, nor did you care. It would all be worth it so long as you could remain with Maul. His goal was to bring you to your very limit, and he’d achieved that. Just before you gave out, Maul stopped his luscious licking on your cunt and let you rest if only for a little while, only bending back down to tenderly kiss your pussy one last time before crawling back on top of you and undoing the silk tying your hands.

You panted to gain some sort of recovery. With strong arms, Maul helped you sit back up on the mattress where you could recover your breath and your vision.

“You do not disappoint, my beloved,” Maul spoke as his fingers entwined with yours. “Come, dear.”

He helped you stand and he led you over to the room’s window, a large one big enough to fit both of you if you sat. He positioned himself on the cool stone, sitting across the frame and helped you sit on top of him. You straddled his waist, facing him, your lips at the level of his. You would have made out with him more, but you were so tired you could barely think, and instead you wound up pressing yourself to him, resting your head on his shoulder while he cradled you in his arms.

His fingers gently traced patterns over the skin of your back as you allowed yourself to recover. You felt your tired pussy throbbing against his skin, and your body occasionally shuddered in aftershocks of having had such an intense series of orgasms. When you felt you had the energy, you looked up and met his gaze with soft eyes. For a moment, you swore you picked up a hint of softness in Maul’s eyes too, but then he gave you a seductive look and tightened his grip on the flesh of your thighs, letting you know he wasn’t done yet.

“You’ve done well until now, beloved, but can you handle more?” He purred as his face inched dangerously close to yours.

You bit your lip and nodded. “Of course I can, love.”

He smiled, satisfied with your response, and he lifted your hips to help you slide down his cock. You moaned at the stretch yet again, already seeing stars as your skin filled with shivers.

“Well done, my dear,” he whispered and leaned into your ear. “My lady.”

And when he started thrusting, you were ready to surrender yourself completely to him.

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[angelltheninth]

Cold, Hard Touch

Pairing: Darth Maul x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, hook-ups, degradation, free use, rough sex

Word count: 0.9k

Kinktober Day 25: Used For Pleasure

A/N: Would you let Maul fuck you into oblivion? I'm guessing most of you will say yes based on the prompt for kinktober.

Most people would run, or at least try to stay out of Maul's way when they heard he was approaching. You did the opposite, you always ran up to meet him, to wait to get a hug and a kiss. It wasn't for lack of self-preservation instinct or some sort of death wish you had, no it was simply the deal you made with him.

You've seen Maul in all of his moods. You've seen him happy, sad, angry, indifferent. No matter what his mood he always fucked you unconscious. Never before has he looked so pissed off. You knew he could be scary but now, as he loomed over you, his hands bruising your hips, his eyes burning into yours and his hips smacking into you over and over.

"It hurts doesn't it? I know it does. But you handle it. It's what I keep you around for." Maul snarled at you as he pinned you down onto the bed, it's warmth and softens contrasting his cold, hard tough.

The only other warmth was his cock, pulsing and getting harder the longer he kept going. You didn't want him to slow down. You wanted to see if he could go even harder, how far he would go before you needed to scream at him to stop, that you couldn't take anymore.

No one had ever brought you to the brink like this before. You wanted to be absolutely ruined and used by him.

As if sensing your desire he grinned in a smug way, pounding away at you until all that was heard in the room were your moans, his grunts and growls, and the lewd sound of slick flesh slapping against each other. "Maul, fuck... I need more, more of you, now."

"More? Then will you honor your agreement, let me use you all night? Use this pretty, tight, warm pussyhole as my cumtoy?" His words made you jolt, your cunt squeezing tight on his cock, making it harder for him to pull out entirely, "Sure you will. It's what you're good for. The only thing you're good for. How many times have you let me use this hole, how many times have you waited for me to come back and fuck you senseless because no other can satisfy you anymore?"

"Countless." You admit with no hesitation as your body stats to tremble and you feel your orgasm approaching, "I need you. You're the only one who cam make me come. So please, please. Please let me."

"I love it when you beg. But you know... toys don't get a saying." You felt pressure descending on you, a familiar kind of pain coiling in your lower belly. He was stopping you by using the Force. And yet he was still going, picking up speed and ferocity.

"Not fair, you're not being fair Maul." You clawed at his back, leaving marks on his marks. Maul laughed, still keeping you on the edge.

He forced you to wait, to stay in that limbo of pleasure and anticipation, even as he roared and spilled his cum inside of you he kept you unable to finish. "That's my good toy. Take my cum, take it all like the whore that you are. Take it and beg for more. Beg me to let you come. Earn it you hear me, earn it."

You felt like you were going to explode form the inside if he let you go, if he allowed the build up to release. At the same time you couldn't take any more teasing, any more being kept in this state of limbo. "Let me come. Make me come. I'll let you use me all night if you do. Please... master."

Maul laughed at your desperation, jackhammering his cock into your needy pussyhole again and again and finally let you have your release. It washed over you like a tidal wave, flooding and overwhelming your senses, your body snapping tight like a cord. "I think you're mistaken in thinking you had a say in the matter. I was going to use you anyway. Me letting you come this quickly was a mercy. I find your cunt calming you see, even when I feel like I'm boiling with rage I can sink into it and fuck you for hours."

Hours, days, even it were mere minutes you were glad to be called his in that time. You couldn't deny him or say that he was incorrect. Every word he spoke was the truth. You loved him being angry, you loved him fucking his anger out with you, trusting you with it, yet never going so far as to actually break you.

"How long will you be staying?" You ask a little breathless, hand thrown over your face and gasping for breath.

Maul hummed, his grip letting up, his fingers dancing on your sweaty skin, "A few days. I have a mission again soon but I figured it would be a good idea to release some stress before then."

"And how you plan on using me for all those days." You whisper into the small space between you two. The answer comes in form of his cock slowly hardening again inside of you, getting ready for another round of rough pounding, "Let's see if you can manage to break me this time."

If there was one thing Maul absolutely relished it was a good challenge. So far you'd been his favorite one, "Gladly."

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[and-claudia]

His Heir pt. 31 (Darth Maul x pregnant! reader)

This one is short but.... well I'll just let y'all see for yourself. A/N at the end too ;D

Wordcount: 1041

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I was laying with my head in Maul's lap. 

"What do you want to name him?" I asked, looking at the scans we just got of him. 

Now, at twenty-two weeks, we were over halfway there, and we weren’t even in the ballpark of finding a name for him and it was starting to stress me out. 

He thought for a moment, "I haven’t thought about any specific names if I am being honest. Do you have any ideas?" 

"I’ve thought about what type of name we should go with but I haven’t been sure on what would work best. If I am being honest he is kind of a mess of cultures…” 

“What do you mean?” Maul asked. 

“Well I am a Mandalorian. You’re Dathomirian. You are also a Sith Lord and Nightbrother. I am Human. You’re a Zabrak. There are just so many routes we could go. Or we don’t even have to go down one of those paths for his name, we could just go with a name in Galatic Basic. I just don’t know what to do Maul. I’ve thought about it so much that my feels like it’s going to explode…” 

Maul looked at me oddly for a moment. I could tell he was probing at my mind through the force. I didn’t mind though, he knew that I could feel him digging around my thoughts and if I truly didn’t want him there I would block him out. I let him in, but I only allowed him to see what I wanted him to see. 

“You have a name picked out already… why didn’t you say something?” He asked gently. 

I pushed myself to sit up, with some help from him, and turned around to face him. 

“Because I really want him to have a name like the Nightbrothers…” "Are you sure? We could go with a more traditional name." Maul offered. 

I shook my head. 

"Maybe a traditional middle name, perhaps even a Mandalorian one, then he could have a little piece of both of us. But I really want him to have a Nightbrothers name. My only issue is they’re hard to come up with. Like your name isn’t hard, it’s Maul, you say it the same way as the word maul, like some mauled by an animal.” 

Maul laughed at my explanation but nodded for me to continue. 

“But… um… But other names like…like…” I trailed off, not sure how he would feel about bringing up his brother. 

“Like Savage.” He said for me and i nodded before continuing. 

“Like Savage,” I agreed, “I’ve played around with a few words… and I just know.” 

“Let me hear them.” He said. 

“I like Riot, and just leave it as Riot.” I said, watching him to judge his reaction. 

“I like that. What else do you have?” 

“Okay bear with me on this one, the word lethal, but pronounce it Lee-thal.” 

“Hm… I don’t think I’ve ever heard that name before. It’s different.” He said. 

“You hate it don’t you?” I asked. 

“No. Not at all, I’ve just never heard it. I like it actually.” He said, easing my worries. 

“Okay, I have one more, vicious but make the ‘i’ a long ‘i’ so it’d be Vīkous… thoughts?” 

“If I am being honest, I like all of them. I think any of them would be perfect for our son. Is there a particular one you are leaning towards?” He asked.

“Not really honestly. I’ve thought about maybe just waiting until he’s born to pick one. Get a good look at him, decide what name fits him best.” 

“I like that idea.” Maul agreed with a smile, bringing his hand to rest on the side of my belly. 

Maker, his smile could make me melt on the spot. 

"What about a last name? I know we’ve talked about it some, but I just really don't want him to take mine." I said.

"I know, but I don't have a last name,” Maul began, “... well actually I suppose I may... my lineage isn't exactly certain. I was taken by Sidious so early that I don't know anything from my early life besides training in the ways of the dark side." 

I grabbed the hand that he had resting on my stomach and brought it to my lips to press a kiss to his knuckles while muttering, "I'm sorry." Against his tattooed skin. I knew he didn’t like talking about his childhood. 

“I've thought about that too actually… your last name.

“Oh?” 

"What if you took the name Oppress?" I suggested gently. 

"Fr- From my brother?"

I nodded. 

“I think he would be honored to have you and his nephew take on the name Opress. Maul Opress, has a nice ring to it, doesn’t it?” 

Maul smiled once again, “I suppose it does. What about the names you suggested, how do they sound?” He asked. 

“Let’s find out. First, Riot Opress… I actually really like that if I am being honest.” 

“Agreed, it sounds powerful. Okay how does, Lethal (lee-thal) Oppress sound? I like that one as well.” 

I gasped a little, “Okay I love that one too… last is Vicious (Vīkous) Oppress…” I cringed slightly and I could tell by the look on his face Maul wasn’t a fan either. 

“I think Vicious (Vīkous) Oppress is off the table. I’m not loving it like I did the other two.” I said. 

Maul nodded, “I agree.” 

“Okay so, this,” I placed my hands on my stomach, “is either little Riot or Lethal (Lee-thal) Oppress.” I said before looking up at Maul with a mischievous smile on my lips. I took my hands off my belly and placed them on his cheeks, “And this is not-so-little Maul Opress.” I said, smiling widely as he smiled at his name. 

He shook his head slightly at my antics before bringing his hands up to replace where mine just were on my stomach. 

“The Opress Family… sounds nice, doesn’t it?” He asked, not looking at me. 

“Well, I’m not an Opress.” I said. 

Maul was silent for a moment, before looking up at me. 

“I know…” He swallowed hard and it was making me nervous, “But would you like to be?” 

A/n: Y’all THOUGHT you were going to get the baby’s name in this one but I threw a curve ball there at the end!!!!! 😉😉 Anyways which name do you think it’s going to be??

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[eloquentmoon]

pairing: lord maul x gn!reader word count: 850 summary: lord maul interrupts your nighttime stroll in the woods  a/n: soft soft soft with a sprinkling of angst. yes its a forest and a moon ok im consistent if anything. feels good to be back ♡

Serenity ☾

The night you feel his hands for the first time, the moon is a beacon of hazy light in the darkness of the sky, the full power of its cosmic glow restricted by thick clouds that stubbornly linger around it, as though they refuse to leave her naked and bare to the mercy of an army of stars. The air is rich with the scent of moss, the cool breeze sensual on your skin, the taste of fresh earthy water lingering in the damp air. You are meandering in the forest by taking slow and lazy steps further and further into the depths of the trees. You clear your head. The nighttime is of freedom, a time of agency that you cannot claim anywhere else.

You sense him before you see him. Feel him. His hard eyes, heavy and imposing on your back. Then you hear the whirring mechanics of his cybernetics, the usual mechanical thud of each metal footstep softened to a quiet thump by the dirt of the forest floor. You turn around, taking in the shadow of him, the gleam of his eyes, the overbearing darkness of his presence.

“What is it you seek?” Maul asks softly, sensing your motivations for being here. His voice is a rich purr, each word he uses more decadent than the last. 

There is a pause as you acclimate to his presence, and he moves slowly forward.

“Peace, my Lord,” you whisper honestly, bravely. You are aware that your response will infuriate him. “I seek peace.”

He has sauntered close enough that you can now see his lips pull into a muted smile. “You believe such a…notion exists?”

“You do not?” you counter coyly, your eyebrow slightly raised in genuine curiosity. 

He is silent for a time as he considers you. His eyes grow darker. 

“What is it you believe?” He almost spits the question, his chronic fury tainting the sentence. He avoids the word. Peace: he cannot seem to say it. The word he views only as a mockery of his existence. 

 “Choice.” Your voice quivers in the face of his bitter anger. He grunts in disapproval, but you persevere. “Peace is chosen.”

You can sense him as he seethes at your words, but you are overwhelmed with your own sentiment. You swallow your fear and step forward, taking his hands in yours in one swift movement. You squeeze his gloved fingers as you pour all the comfort you wish to give him into his eyes through your own.

“Just tonight,” you implore him, “let me choose.”

He scowls in response, though he does not pull away.

“It’s here,” you take his right hand in both of yours, hastily removing his glove. “Peace is here, for me. I can take it. It’s in your skin.”

He suddenly turns rigid, and you begin to hesitate, doubting how forward you are being tonight. How inappropriate. You let go of his hand and lower your eyes. You hear nothing for a few agonising moments, your focus centres only on the softness of his breathing. Then you hear a brief rustling. Heat burns your cheeks in embarrassment, at a loss of what to do next.

He takes your hands, both of his hands gloveless, his bare skin now touching yours. You feel a dropping sensation sear through your middle, disbelief roaring in your ears. You cannot seem to bring your eyes to his, not in such an unprecedented, intimate moment. So you look at his skin, interpret the stories told in every line, scar, tattoo.

You absorb his hands in a rush of detail beneath the bleary moon. Each of his fingers are varying shades of discoloured crimson, faded pink in places, and the broken washed-out ink of his tattoos are uneven and aged. His nails are long, dark and sharp. His palms are coarse and rough, the least pigmented in colour, the repeated use of his weapon and the years of his life having worn down the vibrancy of his skin tone. You imagine the durasteel of his saber to be stained red in return. You envision the years of his life, so rich with the scarlet that has been leached from his hands, a trail of blood red anguish representing all of that life that has been stolen from him.

You take his wrist and place his palm to your cheek, relishing in the consoling warmth of his skin. Your heart fastens in pace and your breath quickens as he takes your hand and mirrors your movement. You feel the gentle ruggedness of his face beneath your own palm. You stand together, silently entwined in the most intimate of interactions either of you have ever experienced.

You bring yourself to look up and into his eyes: they are glowing, blazing with a promise of regret. A storm of frustration and resentment. They ache with the words that he can never speak, could never speak. He is incompatible with serenity. And yet, he does not drop your hand.

Then the night stretches on, into forever and the void, both timeless and brief all at once. 

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[rubytotherebellion]

Subjugation

Maul/Reader

(Fanart + little drabble)

Tags: Improper use of the Force, Mind Sex, Choking, Dom/Sub, Master/Pet, Established Relationship, Touch of aftercare

18+ ONLY

“Oh, but I do enjoy your little purrs and whimpers. So very exciting, tantalizing…that the faintest brush against your mind can elicit such a violent surge of pleasure.”

He brushes his fingertips down from the nape of your neck, to the base of your spine. Watching you shiver, listening intently to the crescendo of your muted pants.

It’s musical, heated, but as delicate as a reed flute. Easily broken. But so beautiful in its fragility.

“So fragile…I could crush your consciousness with a single burst of rage.” He snorts, a singular huff of amusement at his own proclivities.

You can feel the sensations building, mounting a high wall of rising pleasure and ecstasy. He’s skating up your mental barriers like a towering wave. There’s no point in resisting, you know his essence will seep through the very cracks in its foundation, ripping it apart from the inside out.

“Can you feel it?” He breathes out low into your ear, the vibrations tickling through your core. It’s so pleasurable it’s almost pain.

“You are mine. Irrevocably and unequivocally—mine.” He strokes the curve of your clavicle, fingers teasing the dips.

“My pet, my toy.” He grabs your throat, wrapping his strong fingers around your airway, there’s no room left for breath.

You freeze. Waiting. Watching the cold eyes contemplate the value of your life breath.

Do you please him?

Will he keep you?

His pet.

His.

Each eye is a black hole dragging you inside, swallowed whole. There is nothing but him. The blown pupils drag the magnolia irises down into their vortex

His darkness…is your darkness

One in the same.

The silence is making your tongue feel like cloth, but you can’t gather the courage to move your jaw. Trapped between the pressure of his hand and the bludgeoning force of pleasure smothering your mind.

It’s too much, but still somehow not enough. You need more. And you know that he does too.

“Tell me you understand. Tell me…what are you?” His voice is like honey and knives combined, slicing your mind, then lavishing the cuts with sweetness.

“…pet…” You choke.

He does not turn his gaze away. Never giving you a moment to breathe.

“And?” He shakes you, pulling your body up with the strength of one arm. Until your entire weight is raised off the ground.

You hang there, panting in incoherent ecstasy. The pleasure is intangible. If someone asked you to describe it, his mind subjugating yours underneath him—it would be impossible.

“…toy.” You finally gasp out. Another rip of talons into your consciousness ravages you.

“Ah, yes…” He drags the last syllable out on his tongue like a prayer. It rolls through your mind, you can hear his voice in your head. Fingering the sensitive areas, playing with them, taunting you.

He could give you more. You know this is just a taste.

As if sensing your desperation, “Your greed surprises even me, pet.” He laughs indifferently, and pulls you closer to him.

Red and black. Crimson and jet. Your world is consumed by fire. You can see nothing else.

Something wet swipes languidly up the side of your neck. Simultaneously, claws dig into your mind’s pleasure sensors.

Everything goes white.

You pant, scraping your fingers across muscled forearms. Nothing gives. You must endure. And everything is burning. Your mind is burning with feeling, euphoria and icy pain entwining—making love with each other inside you.

You have never felt more full, consumed entirely.

Inside and outside yourself, a voice echoes, “Such a good pet. That’s it, only I can make you feel this. Only I can tear you open…”

Something dark smothers the while light behind your eyelids, dampening the blazing sun inside your mind.

“This ultimate pleasure, this you can only get from me.”

It’s as if a candle was blown out inside your being. Everything snaps, and the darkness plunges you back into your body, into the physical.

You hear someone sobbing, wailing. It’s you.

Your own throat is vibrating with the sound. Undulating cries of both longing and pleasure. Stop it. You have to stop it. But you’re still disconnected from your own limbs, which are flailing wildly. Seeking purchase, and finding only a hard chest, and cruelly contoured jaw.

“Open your eyes.” Says the voice right next to your ear, deep and sweet. You know you can’t trust it, but you fall into it anyway, giving yourself over to it. Soul released into the clutches of your master.

There’s no other word for him. He controls all of your senses, and your mind now too, your very desires are molded and shaped by him. You are becoming who, what, he wants you to be. And you will do it gladly for him. You would do anything for him, willingly. And then thank him for it after.

“Master…” You whisper, a fluttering moan that leaks through your lips. An apology as your eyelids reject your command.

He growls in reply, but after so long spent trusting yourself to his designs, you hear the undertones of warmth. He’s like a nexu, menacing, terrifying even. But if you scratch its chin, and offer it something tempting to devour, it’ll lick and purr resemblant of a domesticated lothcat.

“Ah my pet, even now, so utterly spent–you tempt me with your submission.”

You feel an arm reach around behind your back, pulling your body to his chest, and the weight of you being lowered down, feet contacting with the tile beneath your bare heels. But your length slumps against him, unable to support itself. Limbs melting, useless and pliant in his hold.

So close to him like this, his warmth bleeding into you where your bodies connect. Faintly, you feel him still inside your mind, he’s running invisible fingers across your awareness. Stroking the sore points, making your shudders staccato against his unyielding frame.

And he so loves your shaking, your surrender, when you bow in worshipful compliance to his will.

“Come now, dear one.” He whispers into your mind, like he’s sharing a secret.

You shiver, dragging burdensome eyelids up. You cannot disobey, despite how even the candlelit chamber seems to burn your retinas.

He’s there, his face only a breadth away from your own. Amber eyes pouring down into yours. You blink against the force of power in their depths.

“There you are, so good for me.” A smile which seems at its core, egoistic, ghosting across his lips.

A part of you wants nothing more than to reach forward, cross the small space and kiss them, but you know better.

His amusement chuckles through your mind, a vibration of somehow tender delight at your desires.

“All in due time, pet, patience.” Reading you like an open book.

You can’t help but sigh in resignation, draping your arms around his neck. He releases his hold on your throat completely, and grabs your legs, hoisting thighs up around his waist. You cling to him like a life raft, and he laughs aloud this time, pleased at how used and mentally wasted his toy feels.

He carries you like a weightless bird, bringing you to the luxuriantly cushioned bed, he whirls and falls back into the mattress, bringing you toppling down on top of him. Careful to guide your body’s descent.

Toppling against him with a gasp, you find your face hovering above him. A wave of heat and arousal washes through your consciousness, fanning the flames of your own diminishing lust. He’s feeding you his own hunger, stirring up your mind.

He wants you.

He needs you.

He wants to feel you.

You lean down, giving into the urge now that you’ve been given permission. Your lips connect. And it’s fire, and ice again. Love and lust. Or maybe just lust. Whatever this is, you accept it, welcome it.

His tongue takes control of your mouth, violating you with precision and twisting your body into him, rolling you over—forcing you underneath him.

You go without struggle. The voice inside your mind chants, yes, yes, yes. It’s not just your voice, it’s his too.

Together you coil and bend, bodies writhing together, tongues battling, and fingers stroking over sleek skin. You can lose yourself in this. You do.

Everything you can give to him, you will.

Your master.

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As The World Burns

A Darth Maul x F/AFAB!Reader Fanfiction

Chapter One: A Princess's Peril

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FIC SUMMARY: Queen to be, after the slaughter of your mother and father by the Separatists, you were cast aside in an attempt at dictatorship by your uncle who claims he is the rightful ruler. Kept in the dark, you secretly seek knowledge to overthrow the crown, yet find yourself entangled in a lustful affair with the enemy, a certain Sith Lord who aids you in the ploy to take back your kingdom. 

Multi-chapter, fem/AFAB!Reader x Darth Maul. No use of y/n. Let’s pretend Maul was cut from the knee down. No canon timeline tbh.  Includes smut.

RATING: Explicit. This work is strictly for those 18+ due to sexual content. MINORS, DO NOT INTERACT.

CHAPTER WORD COUNT: 1k

CONTENT/TRIGGER WARNINGS: Loss of parent/family, anxiety, unwanted touch (nothing serious),nightmares,  

A/N: Sorry this took forever to get out. I’ve had no motivation, except @eloquentmoon, who I adore their work and their fic made me want to write this.

“Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, but bears it out even to the edge of doom”

As if conjured from the storybook of a child, a soft evening mist ghosted over the garden, soaking into petals of lavender. In the cloud softened light, the ivy brings a sweet wave of evergreen with veins of the lightest green. The ghost of vines traced their pathway like fading scars against the Utarian statue. What once was new and vibrant, crumbled at the will of the planet. Pieces of tufa and limestone fragmented. Grass breaching through exposed cracks. At the edge of the clouds rested a brilliant white patch, like a turning page catching the suns. The rest was dove gray and peach nestled into a hint of beryl, just enough to announce the sunset. And tucked furtively inside of a stone wall was an aged and water logged copy of “The History of Utara”. 

 What once was tradition within the Altair family, soon perished with the death of the King and Queen. Before the coronation of a young princess, Druan Altair, brother of the king, emerged from the shadows to take the crown instead. The princess was not to know the history of her people and the politics within. Most saw this change as a form of protection after what happened to her mother and father at the hands of the separatists, but was merely a ploy to dictatorship. 

 You settled onto the bounty of clover and sun strengthened grass, the torso of a tree lending a resting spot. Despite the yellowed pages curling up within themselves, black ink still flowed in perfect Auerbech. 

 Your kingdom was once peaceful and prospering, barely a parsec away from Naboo, who happily traded with no conflict, until the war began. A war that starved the Naboolians and killed the reigning monarchs on Utara. A beloved King and Queen, struck down by the hands of a red suffused blade. A young princess's peril. Although you had been trained from birth to take rule, Druan Altair assumed control under the pretense that a princess whose parents were targeted by the Sith would merely be in danger. 

You absorbed the information thoughtfully. 

“M’lady”, a voice approached, the mildewed book hiding underneath the skirt of your dress. Approaching through the brush was a young Knight named Torent Mozh, who met your gaze, not with a shyness like most guards, but with a blunt refusal to avert his gaze first.

 “The king requests your presence in your quarters.”

 Your jaw clenched at the word king. There were no requests. Only demands. 

  “May I inquire why exactly I am being shunned from my own gardens at such an hour”, you requested, observing the way the setting sun beamed off the shiny armor. You knew Torent long enough to know when he did provide all of the information you requested. Although some of his face was obscured by a dark scraggly beard  that clung to his skin, you could still read minuet facial expressions. 

“We have visitors. He prefers you not be out during this time”, the Knight stated, “You know, for your safety, Princess.” 

Bile rose in your throat as a large, sleek, ship slowly landed a few miles north. Nothing like you had ever seen. 

“Who”, you demanded.

Torent scoffed at the assertiveness. 

“Separatists?” 

“Nothing you should concern yourself with. Now let’s go”. 

The way he placed his hand against your back was soft, yet aggressive, in a swift motion to move you towards the palace. It infuriated you. Yet suddenly panic settled in as you realized your book was still tucked between your dress. Every explicit comment you felt like shouting was silenced by the dread of knowing your secret could be exposed so easily. You were silent, tunnel vision setting in as you walked up the stairs and into the foyer, Torent’s hand no longer pushing you, but eyes still watching as you climbed the stairs to your quarters. 

You had to find a way to return the book to the garden.

 “M’lady, may I retire for the night”, your servant, Thalia, asked quietly as she combed through the waves of your hair. You were usually more talkative, basking in Thalia’s company and friendship, yet tonight you were curled within yourself. Gazing into the mirror, thoughts far away. All you could think of was getting that book back into its creavis. 

“Of course, get some rest.”

Thalia sat the gold plated brush against the vanity, its detailed artwork worn and withering with age. You couldn’t help but regret not taking every generational hair that swept through that brush and knitting it into a blanket. Possibly the last piece of your mother residing in it. The grief drained through you, rather than skating over your skin. It traveled through every cell to reach the ground. Your feet lifting to touch the chill marbled floor, ghosting over to the chest that resided like a dusty coffin underneath your bed. It was painted in swirls of pastel with flecks of gold, as if Michelangelo sculpted it himself. The lock clicking beneath your fingertips, opening to reveal what was left of your mother. A silk nightgown, moon shaped hair clips, letters from your father proclaiming his love when he wasn’t planetside, her favorite books, and lastly, a journal. The journal was several hundred yellowing pages, each gentle to the fingertip, but cracking with age and tear stains. Upon them was the wisdom of her soul; those feelings of love channeled through  great knowledge and a lifetime of meditative contemplation. In that humble ink was the liveliness of her brain, how her synapse danced as if they were young all her days. The journal was forever as pure as a child. A mother who loved her daughter more than imaginable. 

You curled underneath the satin cream colored sheets of your bed, flipping through the pages of the journal by candlelight. Your favorite entry a reminder of the morning you picked berries with her by the garden wall. Laughter and smiles. The way she smelled of roses when she embraced you. You were not very ladylike then and she blamed your father. 

“She has a warrior’s heart”, he would always say. 

Your heart ached with a mixture of mournfulness and vexation, but your train of thoughts interpreted by echoing voices downstairs. Your curiosity plagued you. You were desperate to know who your uncle had brought forth. Unlike your people, who he had easily manipulated during a time of war and mourning; you were less naïve. You had seen the Separatists ships before, the guards loading spice into what once held your finest wine.  

You were eager to spy on your Uncle’s new acquaintances.  

Tucking your Mother’s journal away and finding a robe to cover yourself from the chill, you swiftly gathered a small candlelight and cracked the door. A guard was perched in the center hallway, not for your protection as one might think, but to keep you from leaving. Luckily, shift change was beginning to happen, and you managed to sneak past to the staircase. 

“I assure you Lord Maul”, you heard your Uncle in an overwrought whisper. You edged close to the marbled wall, creeping silently down the staircase until you were able to peer over the corner. Your Uncle walked alongside a slightly shorter man draped eerily in a black cloak. 

“Our soldiers are the best in the system”, he continued.  

Your interest peaked as the man clasped his hands behind his back, humming lowly as if  considering his words. 

“Utara will be a valuable asset to Crimson Dawn.”

You gasped at your Uncle’s words, causing the visitor to turn slightly in your direction. It was such a subtle noise, even your Uncle didn’t notice. Yet, your heart pounded violently. 

“We will see”, Maul spoke, turning his attention to the staircase. Predatorial eyes locking with yours. You had never seen eyes so saffron, so piercing. It frightened you. He was surely looking right at you and you were so frozen in place, you dared not move. His blood stained skin was tattooed with black tribal inks, something you had never seen before on your planet. 

The devil had you trapped in his gaze until he looked away, addressing your Uncle one last time before disappearing through the doors. 

“Do not disappoint,'' he spoke. 

You finally exhaled, blood and air rushing through your body as you huffed against the wall. You were so tense and panicked, quietly racing back to your quarters before you were caught once more. 

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What More Could He Want?

Chapter 1

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI; Darth Maul does not have his lower half, angst, discussion of trauma, inappropriate use of the force, force choking, toxic behavior, mutual masturbation (kind of)

Summary: Maul sits on the throne of Mandalore, he possesses the dark saber, he is a master - what more could he want? He wouldn’t be asking that question if it hadn’t been for a certain girl appearing and mixing him all up.

Pairing: Manda’lore Maul x Reader (cis female, no y/n, pet names used)

WC: 2007

He should be working faster. He has his precious assistant now, so why hasn’t he done his job? How long does it take to pull together flowery words?

If it weren’t an immediate tell, Maul would be tapping his metallic foot on the stone floors as he lounged upon Mandalore’s throne- his throne. He was beginning to become impatient; He’d freed Almec from his holdings because he fit his needs- he needed a face, a familiar face, to assuage the Mandalorian people’s concerns with the change in leadership. He didn’t need them to accept his rule, but it would help.

But Almec still hasn’t addressed the citizens of Mandalore. He had put his foot down about having help, his former assistant, and Maul only let it slide because he thought that it would mean a speedier return on his investment. Now, as his impatience ate away at him, Maul found his rage building. He needed to hit something.

How fortuitous, then, that Almec arrived with his assistant. Upon seeing her, Maul’s anger flares once again. Before Almec can introduce her, Maul reaches out with his spectral grip and closes it around her throat. The poor thing stiffens in his grasp, but does not struggle, instead looking at him with wide eyes. The Force pulls her to him along the ornate rug stretching across the room as he stands from his throne to tower over her. She is a plain looking thing, different from the other humans he’d seen on Mandalore- though that was not difficult, as Maul often wondered how many generations of inbreeding lead to that level of similarity between an entire populace- but it isn’t her looks that intrigue him. Almec had clearly seen some worth in her and her work, and as Maul takes a moment to feel her out, he realizes there is something more; she did not so easily fear. Most, when held in this manner, let off enough of a stench of fear that it causes Maul’s nose to crinkle. This one, however, squirms subtly for a different reason entirely. His ochre eyes narrow ever so slightly as he attempts to understand her struggling. If she is not afraid, why does she move in this way? There’s something else… a scent that tickles his senses, pulls and caresses at a deeper part of his brain. This scent is soft, pleasant, a far cry from the acrid tang of fear. How intriguing.

Maul’s hold on her releases, the exchange over just as quickly as it started, and she falls to her knees at the base of the steps before his throne. Maul settles back into his seat, legs spread wide; he does not miss how the assistant’s eyes rake over his form. He tears his burning gaze from her to scowl at Almec, who has been standing by the door with his jaw agape and his hands held out as if he would have tried to help the girl. Pathetic.

“I have allowed you to have her with the understanding that you would work better with her by your side. I expect quick results, Almec. Do not test my patience again.” He growls, his jaw clicking as he watches Almec rush to his assistant’s side to help her to her feet. When she stands again, she meets his gaze, and Maul tries to press down on her with the force of his irritation towards her. But she does not buckle like Almec does. Almec is rushing through an apology, promising more expedient work in the future. The girl’s response is far more interesting to him.

“Thank you for your… mercy, my Lord.”

Maul is not merciful. She had to know this. Had to have heard of his exploits, at the minimum, since he had descended upon her planet. Her words struck a chord, and even after he dismissed the two with a flick of his wrist and Almec made his speech on the balcony, Maul found himself thinking about the way the girl had said those words while meeting his oppressive gaze. Her thanks seemed innocuous enough, a polite thing to say considering he did not crush her windpipe, but the emotions that freely rolled off of her were what confused Maul. Of course she had been thankful, as anyone who had had their life spared would be, but that wasn’t it. He’d spared lives before- when it suited him- and the tang of fear often accompanied the relief of his near-victim. But this girl… Maul did not taste her fear. Her thanks were genuine; warm, even, tinged with some other emotion. He didn’t like it. It seemed as though Almec had chosen wisely; and though Maul could not speak for the work she did for the prime minister, her lack of fear for himself spoke volumes.

Almec and his assistant scurried away after clipped praise from Maul on their work, and he settled his stare on the throne room’s doors as he played the simple encounter over in his mind.

“There is something wrong with that girl…” Came Savage’s rumbling voice from his side, speaking rhetorically, no doubt.

“How very astute of you to notice, my apprentice.”

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As Mandalore’s sun sets, casting golden rays through the stained glass of Maul’s throne room, Maul finds himself still thinking about the curious girl he had met earlier that day. How could someone as plain, as simple, as her not show fear in such an encounter? Maul knew fear, knew it intimately. It was one of the strongest emotions he felt while pressed beneath his former master’s thumb. And though Mother Talzin had pulled some of the darkness from his mind upon his return to Dathomir, his newly cleared mind could readily accept the amount of fear that had consumed him in his time on Lotho Minor.

The girl had spoken of mercy. Mercy is a lie, a delusion of the weak to think themselves strong. Maul was not given mercy, not from anyone, and as such he did not give mercy- that would make him weak. She was alive simply because Almec had insisted upon her usefulness, and because Maul was curious about her. He wanted to sift through her mind, pull it apart with practiced ease and see what made her squirm in that way beneath his gaze.

That is another thought that coils itself so insistently in his mind; the smell of her. It had been gnawing at him all day- what was that scent? It seemed so familiar, something he had smelled before, but it seemed a lifetime ago. Maul tries to piece together her signals; her lack of fear, the way she moved, that scent, the warmth in her words- but he just can’t come to a conclusion on what it meant. It was right there and just out of his grasp. His confusion leads to fury, the emotion’s tendrils twisting and curling from him and reaching those around him. Savage tenses at his side, Maul can tell there is something on his mind. He knows something. He was listening to him.

Maul finally lifts his gaze from the floor, his blazing amber stare catching Savage’s. His apprentice feels the weight of that look, it was obvious that he saw the grave error he had made in listening in on Maul. Savage opens his mouth to speak but is not given the opportunity before he’s thrown towards the entrance of the throne room, landing in a crumpled heap on the floor.

“You are dismissed, Apprentice.” Maul hisses. Savage does not speak, instead removing himself from his master’s presence. Maul is alone, stuck ruminating on the events of the day and left without answers. So, he decides he will do as he was taught, and meditate. The Force will reveal the meaning of things if it is meant to be. He straightens in his seat, folds his legs and closes his eyes.

Unlike what some believe, Savage included, meditation is not the absence of thought. Attempting to dispel all thought from one’s mind is a foolish endeavor and will only put oneself in an endless loop, meaning one would never reach the answers they seek. As such, Maul allows his mind to wander, allows memories to pass before him, but does not grip too tightly as they move past the point of being constructive. A thread will reveal itself when he comes upon the right moment. And there it is.

Luckily for Maul, the thread is firmly attached to his remembrance of The Girl. He follows the path laid before him, feeling the familiar tug of the Force as he wades through the memories of her. There is not much to explore, his interaction with her had been brief, and yet he continues to feel a pull. Something is calling to him. No… Someone is calling to him. He focuses on the feeling, having noticed it when he glossed over the image of her writhing in his hold. He holds that image and feels blindly for the thread, attempting to pull whatever it is back to him. The steady pressure of the Force begins to squeeze a bit tighter as the call becomes louder. The Girl is calling him. Not just calling him with her emotions, but with her voice. He hears her now, his name spilling hastily from her lips. The pressure he’d felt is now more localized, settling low in his gut as her breathing quickens, his skin feeling hot. The image before him shifts, spins, and then he is looking into his own incandescent eyes. This is The Girl’s memory. He feels the tightening of his own throat, feels the heat in his body ratchet up, and finally… he feels desire. His name swirls in his mind, his thoughts getting fuzzy and soft as he stares at his own face, hearing The Girl panting and whispering, begging him for something. The pressure in his gut twists, coils tight, and then snaps. The connection breaks when he hears her shrill cry.

Maul comes back to the present with a strangled gasp. He looks over his own form in alarm; his gloved hand is settled over his smooth groin, he is sweating and panting, completely unraveled.

Of course. The realization hits him hard as his mind reels from his vision. That scent. She… desires him. Maul had forgotten that scent. He hadn’t smelled anything like it in… over a decade. He hadn’t even thought of the scent of a woman since before the invasion of Naboo. When Kenobi took everything from him. He realizes now with startling clarity that his lack of interest in the one thing that brought him such a simple pleasure in the maddening, cruel expanse of his life, was also Kenobi’s doing. Kenobi had neutered him. Maul’s… appetite… was gone. In over a decade, he couldn’t remember even thinking about carnal desire. Even now that his clouded mind had been “cleansed”; in all the time that he had been chasing his revenge, even as he was surrounded by people he could easily take his pleasure from if he had so commanded it, he had not even considered it. But did it matter? Even if he had had the thought to experiment with his new body, it wouldn’t be the same. How could he enjoy himself if he couldn’t feel it? He no longer had the needed…equipment. There was, of course, the act of domination. That had always been something he desired; control.

But did he need that in such a capacity now? He is no longer an apprentice, he takes orders from no one. He is a ruler, a Master. He has control. So how much could the simple act of dominating a willing participant in such a carnal way really please him? No, it wouldn’t be the same.

But what he just felt… Was the closest thing he’d felt to release since he lost his lower half. It wasn’t the same, far from it, but it felt good. He wants more.

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Here it is! I’ve had this one sitting around collecting dust for a bit, but now that the second chapter is almost ready for release I figure I should post it! I want to premise this with saying that a lot of Maul’s behavior in this fic isn’t healthy as I don’t think Canon Maul really could be good at a relationship, at least not without a lot of time and patience. So expect him to be a fuckhead throughout this.

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Conquered - (9)

The Warlord

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Warnings: none, angst

Word count: 1300

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Maul was always early. But today, it wasn't the case when he found your lifeless form on the floor, the slash on your back turning bloody and some part of him that exercised his restraint, broke. He only felt the soft steps on his feet as he ran his blade free, not stopping till there was no one left. He didn’t spend mindless hours of the night, searching and waiting and tracing all the evidence to the forgotten daughter, to find you, just for it to lead to this.

The assassins were all vanquished, the evidence lying around them so that who ever sent them got the message. That he indeed was a mad man. He wiped his blade clean on a torn fabric, before he stooped down on his knees to turn your face to him.

Your eyes rested easily and your features were calm, whereas everytime you looked at him, you wore a scowl that had become appealing to him. Poison tipped blades were often tough to cure but your slow breathing and soft pulse have him hope, that he might not have lost you yet.

He pushed away the strands of hair and tucked it behind your ear, starlings were a myth and yet here you were. He drew closer, his eyes observing the rise of your cheeks and questioned why he had this stupid propensity to touch you. It was when he saw a broken gold chain that laid on the ground near your neck. What caught his eye was the fading shimmer of words, it was an enchantment that was now losing its magic.

What did the enchantment do?

He caught the briefest glimpse of the wound, that revealed torn skin and he winced. He knew how scars felt and all the pain they left. But it was more than that. Starlings were known for their fiery wings, ones that did not need bone or structure but materialized purely through the host’s power. It would lay dormant on their skin in the form of a shimmer tattoo but there was no trace of it on your back. In it’s place were what looked like tear marks as though it had been ripped away.

He lifted you up in his arms, knowing well you were going to hate him more for this, for what he was about to do. But it had to be done if you were to survive. He closed his eyes, rooting himself to the present, to the scent of the woods, your warmth and then envisioned his room. The image appearing crisp in his minds eyes, the comfort of his wooden floors and dim lighting, the tip of his fingers felt the spark of his power and when he reached out a portal appeared. Ripping open reality to fit a gap in it and on the other side, it was the place he had envisioned.

It was that easy, well for most moonborns. To create illusions and travel to places that didn’t exist but this moment felt surreal, like he was in a rush, experiencing a knotted stomach. This felt real in this madness. He had found what he had been searching for but he wasn’t sure. Taking you away from here would only make everything clear to those that tracked him. They will come to know of who you were, your worth and in the end he will be right back to where he started. Alone.

It was hard to remind himself of who he was around you. The warlord. The monster from the west. That he was selfish. His eyes wanted to seep in the colour of your skin as you slept calmly in his arms.

Selfish.

He took the step into the portal, fresh forest air replaced with the smell of leather. He didn’t need to give anyone an explanation. A small smile flickered across his face when he thought of the dire chaos Obiwan would feel, of having to lose something that was precious to him and maybe once he had gone mad, it would seem like the best way to end their feud.

His gloves grew wet and his long strides turned frantic as he called out to his staff. He placed you on his lounge seat, turning you to your side for his help to clean the wound. It had now grown dark and he knew what that meant, he was running out of time.

“Move.”, he said to the others, he didn’t have to exert himself too much here. His voice was always heard.

This was a part of him that he didn’t like showing the world but it was needed.

“Leave us.”, he said next and those who were in the room with him, obeyed. Now he was alone again.

This was something he had learnt with his mother, the only fond memories he remembered was from then. He peeled away his gloves, his hands felt bare and vulnerable. Kneeling down to get closer, he steadied his hand.

“I know this isn’t what we both wanted but I don’t know what else to do.”, he spoke to you but it was his own hesitance. To see his skin on yours, it reinforced his belief, that it was always going to be vile. His self hatred made sure he had no comforts.

But before he could start, you writhed in pain and he needed you to stay still. You were trying to get up and it sparked a fury within him.

Won’t you stay still for awhile?

Always on the move and onto the next.

“Stop.”, he said but it fell on deaf ears.

Your eyes flashed to his and there it was, that anger.

“You.”, you drawled but he wasn’t sure what you were witnessing. The hallucinations could be at work.

“Yes, yes.”, he held your arm getting you to face him and sit still so he could be done with this ordeal.

But the anger vanished and in it’s place was fear. You drew back as though you had seen a ghost and it felt like a burn. “Don’t”, you held up your hands in defense.

He paused. All these years he had survived against rejection and abandonment, so why was it starting to hurt now. Maybe it was his knee, the effect of the tincture his mage made was probably wearing off now. He pinched the bridge of his nose, calming himself before he turned to you again.

“Look I know – he didn’t know what to say.

“Don’t let them take me.”, you whispered and it got under his skin. Seeing you like this wasn't enjoyable, but it was the fact that he knew of the people you were talking about. He sighed, feeling sympathy he had not felt for years.

“I won’t let them.”, he eased you, his hand wrapping around your wrist softly to pull you to him.

“Ok.”, you mumbled but instead of leaning forward, you rested your head on his shoulder as you fell into him.

This was unexpected. He forgot what he had to do for a brief second before he caught sight of the wound again.

“Fine. Hold on.”, he grumbled not certain of this, annoyance.

He hovered his hand over the tear in your flesh and as his palm glowed blue, the slash began to heal as he felt you ease. His mind tying in reasons on how soon he could restore that distance between eachother again. His heart beating unusually fast like when he was sparring but this made no sense.

“A gentle gift bestowed to a tyrant.”, he heard you whisper and it brought back everything to the now. That all this was a mess.

He huffed. He had forgotten who you were and who you loved. It triggered him as he finished sealing the wound, and yet he was mindful to not let it scar.

“You.”, he said monotonously, trying to conceal his anger.

“Know nothing about me.”, he said finally. As he unlocked your arms from behind his neck only to see that you had fallen asleep. Placing your head on a pillow, he let you doze on the lounge seat.

He had his fill for the day, as he stood up his knee joint ached that he clenched his jaw. He was tired. He needed to retire for the night and plan for what had to be done next.

“Sir, we’ve drawn up the bath. Do you require anything else?”, his butler asked as Maul exited the room.

He wanted peace.

“Nothing else.”, he told him as he vanished into the dark hallway.

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