#darth maul x you

[ivorydragoness44]

Darth Maul x Reader: That's Mine

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

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

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

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

[just-a-little-cellist]

Hello there! I just came across your page and was wondering if I could get headcanons for Darth Maul and female that includes NSFW? I am trying to find as much Darth Maul content as I can cause I am currently crushing on the guy(and his actor, Ray Park)

(YES my first Maul ask! currently hyperfixating on him so you're in luck! since you didn't specify much I let the inspo flow and ended up doing a sorta first kiss scenario + some general NSFW, if you'd like me to expand on any of this or do anything different then feel free to send me another ask! enjoy :D)

(Darth Maul x fem (AFAB) reader - Maul being a little angsty but mostly fluff in the first half, NSFW labelled)

In the early stages of your relationship, before you become romantically involved, Maul spends a lot of time observing you. Just moving across a room brings the sensation of blazing eyes following your steps, and he makes little effort to hide it either.

It isn't clear whether he watches out of suspicion or curiosity. But you know he sees the shiver go through you every time you lock eyes with his intense stare.

He also doesn't speak much, which doesn't make it easier.

(Not that he'd ever admit it, to you or himself, but he prefers listening to you talk. He finds himself lost in the stories you tell and the emotion in your voice.)

He may resist your efforts to get close to him, even staying resistant to you once your relationship has been established, but he does want and need to experience genuine care. He's just not sure how to accept it.

The first time you gather your nerves and reach out to touch him, before any romantic advances had been made, he pulls away like he's been burned.

Almost all of the touch he's received before has been violent and painful. This is foreign, and he doesn't know what to do.

His expression is unreadable, and he storms away soon after, leaving you wondering if you'd overstepped and if this would finally be what tips his patience.

You don't have to wonder long though.

He enters the room that you're stood in silently enough that you only notice him when you turn around.

Maul stares down at you, his body far closer to you than you expected, and you fumble with your words when he doesn't say anything.

"HI! Uh... I'm really sorry if I overstepped earlier. It wasn't appropriate of me and I promise I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable I just-"

You trail off when the Zabrak slowly takes your hand.

He's... unusually careful, for someone so frequently fuelled by anger. He's gentle, and unsure, like he thinks you'll bolt at any moment.

His eyes stay locked with yours as he slowly lifts your hand up and, seeing no sign of fear or reluctance, places your palm against his face.

The contact is barely there, Maul clearly not certain what move to make from here. It's sweet, you think, that such an imposing figure would be so timid in receiving affection.

You smile softly, pleasantly surprised as your apprehension dissolves, and gently brush your thumb over his cheekbone. His eyes close, just for a moment, and he leans into the touch ever so slightly.

"Forgive me for earlier," he murmurs. "This is... new."

"That's ok, I can be patient."

He stares at you for a moment longer, trying to see if there is any motive beyond your sweet smile, but finds nothing but fondness.

"You have entranced me, starlight."

His eyes flicker down to your lips with longing in his eyes and, not one to miss an opportunity, you lean forward and kiss him softly.

Maul is stiff at first but, just as you're about to pull away, he melts into it. His hands slide up to your waist as your arms move up around his neck, and he hums approvingly at the feeling.

He only pulls back once he feels you smile against him.

Clearly feeling defensive and a little vulnerable, he looks at you questioningly.

"Sorry, it's nothing! I just-" You look at him and gather your thoughts. "I'm just glad you don't actually hate me."

"You thought I hated you?"

"I wasn't sure... you don't exactly make it easy to tell you know!"

He chuckles when you playfully swat at his arm.

"I could never hate you, starlight."

~ NSFW below <3 ~

Maul is not used to being vulnerable, in any scenario, so in the beginning he reverts to what he is used to: control.

He is exclusively dominant the first few times you have sex because that's what he thinks he's supposed to be.

He can focus on the way your lips part, the sounds you make, the feeling of your nails digging into his shoulders as you cling onto him.

It's your vulnerability, not his. It will take him time to feel comfortable enough for you to take the reins.

Soon into your relationship, you mumble a quiet plea and urge him to sit against the headboard. You straddle his lap and kiss him softly, but with so much passion that he stops breathing, and slowly sink down onto his cock.

This time it's him clinging onto you, and he swears nothing has ever felt better.

Maul is certainly a switch.

He has days where he feels such a primal need to possess you, to claim you.

It's days like this you find yourself on your knees, face pressed into the mattress while he fucks you from behind. His claws dig into your hips, making sure to leave marks, and his teeth are sunk into the soft skin of your neck.

(Invest in some high collars.)

However, when Maul feels the weight of the galaxy on his shoulders, he needs you to make the decisions.

He's resistant at first, not believing he deserves it, but he needs you to praise him. He has no preference for whether you're rough or gentle, but he needs to know he's being good for you.

He's also surprisingly obedient. To him, giving himself over is a show of trust, and maker knows you've already fought hard enough to gain his.

The fastest way for Maul to enter subspace, he has found, is with his head between your legs.

Just say the word and his tongue is pressed to your clit, so eager to draw pretty moans from you.

He can get lost in his task so easily, entranced by the sound and taste of you, not even realising that he's overstimulating you until your hands tug at his horns.

Gazing up at you with dilated pupils, already floating in his headspace and seeming almost distressed that you'd pull him away, it's too easy to indulge him and let him keep going.

At the end of a session with him, you always insist on aftercare. Once again, it's something he struggles to acknowledge his need for, but the first time you clean him up with so much care, murmuring how well he did, and guide him to curl up beside you, he couldn't imagine ever turning it down.

He's also getting more used to giving you aftercare when he's been domming. It was a struggle to know what you needed from him at first, but he's better at being careful when he cleans up any scratches you might have, at praising you, and at accepting the way you wrap your arms around his waist as soon as he lays down beside you.

Like many things with Maul, it takes patience before you can see the true him, but it's worth the effort.

And when he lays in bed with you tucked into his side, smiling contentedly, he's never felt so lucky.

[daddy-issues-99]

Darth Maul x f!reader smut

TW: pet play, power dynamics, dom/sub relationship, spit, bdsm, oral (m receiving), praise, p in v, degration, slapping/spanking

Words: 1.3k

Being the ruler of Mandalor was obviously a difficult and strenuous job. It required constant attention and authority: no room for compassion or pleasure. That's why he kemp you.

One of the benefits of being the ruler of Mandalor was the gifts: weapons, prizes, precious stones, and of course, you. The perfect toy for the perfect ruler.

Maul walked back to his room after demanding and irritating day. he needed to relieve some stress, take his anger out. Take his anger out on you. His favorite toy.

He barged into his quarters, slamming and locking the door behind him. He turned and walked towards a small but luxurious cage in the corner of his room where you neatly sat with your hands placed gently in your lap, looking up at him with innocent eyes. "Good evening, Master." You said in a gentle voice.

Maul quickly unlocked the cage, ignoring your greeting and grabbed you by the intricate collar around your neck and pulled you out of your cage.

Maul pulled you up by your collar and held it tightly between his forefingers. He shifted his hand to wrap around your neck, gently squeezing it. "Such a beautiful specimen." He whispered, examining your features. His tender demeaner quickly vanished when he quickly shoved you down onto the hard floor so you were on your knees.

"Open. Now." He said in a harsh and stern voice. You happily obliged and opened, sticking your tongue out, looking up at him through your lashes.

"Good girl" He wrapped his hand around your hair, holding on tight enough to hurt before spitting into your mouth. "Swallow, whore." He said in a degrading voice. You happily obliged, opening your mouth and sticking your tongue out as proof, earning a satisfied smirk from Maul.

Maul quickly unbuttoned his pants with his free hand, still gripping your hair with the other. He pushed his boxers down, reveling his half hard cock, stroking it a few times with his free hand. "Lets see if you can put that pretty mouth of yours to better use." He pushed the tip of his cock against your lips. "Open" You placed your hands around the base of his cock before eagerly taking it in your mouth causing Maul to let out an earthy growl of pleasure, tightening his grip on your hair.

You slowly started to bob your head back and forth, hollowing your cheeks as his cock hit the back of your throat, causing you to gag. He looked down at you with a sadistic smirk and roughly thrusts his hips, causing you to gag again. "fucking whore." He moaned out in a harsh voice, starting to move your head at his own pace.

You looked up at him with watery eyes as he roughly thrusted into you, spit and tears running down your face as he looked down at you with a satisfied smirk.

You moved your hands to his thighs for support as he roughly thrusted into you, your jaw starting to hurt. You could deny though that this was amazing. Him using you in the hopes of him claiming you, breeding you. The thought alone made you shiver. You slowly moved your hand down and into your skirt, moving your panties aside to shove one finger inside you, causing you to let out a small moan of pleasure.

You slowly thrusted your finger inside your slick walls, curling it to hit just the right spot before moving to your sensitive clit. Your eyes fell closed as you slowly circled your clit, wishing it was Maul. However, the second after you closed your eyes Maul instantly stopped thrusting and pulled his cock from your mouth. You looked up at him with a confused expression, hand still in your skirt.

Maul looked down at you with a furious expression before slapping you hard across the face, causing you to fall to the floor. "You imbecilic whore." He spat out, circling over you with a menacing presence. He quickly grabbed your wrist from your skirt and pulled you up from the ground, holding on so tightly it hurt. "You think you can just touch yourself you without my permission?" He ask in an enraged voice.

"No- no Master, I'm sorry! I just wanted to-" Before you could even finish your sentence maul flung you towards the bed. "I have no need for your pathetic excuses. On the bed. Now!" He yelled, absolutely furious. You quickly got on to the bed and on your hands and knees as per usual instruction but you didn't think that this was gonna be as pleasurable as usual.

He positioned himself behind you and roughly grabbed your hips, lining himself up with your needy cunt. "You want to cum? You want my cock? Then lets see how much you can take." He said through gritted teeth and plunged into you without warning, not bothering to give you time to adjust before roughly thrusting into you.

You moaned out in a mixture of pain and pleasure as your head fell to the plush pillows below you. Maul pounded into you at a ruthless pace in a primal, animalistic fashion, no longer caring about your pleasure.

He harshly slapped your ass and roughly massaged your flesh as he plunged into you at a extraneous pace, slamming into your cervix with every thrust.

You gripped the sheets for dear life, letting out moans of a mix of pain and pleasure. The flesh of your ass was painful and red, your hips hurting from his solid grip that you both knew would leave a bruise, and your orgasm was fast approaching.

Maul quickly wrapped his hand tightly around your throat and pulled you back against his chest, letting out an animalistic growl. "Does my pet want to cum?" He asked in a rough voice. All you could do was nod and babble out a desperate plea. "Yes, master" You said through a breathy moan. His grip only tightened on your throat. "Are you going to touch yourself again?" He asked as he quickened his pace, hitting just the right spot. All that managed to come out of your mouth was a strangled moan as your orgasm crashed into you, sending waves of pleasure through your body. Maul held tightly onto your throat as you milked his cock through your orgasm, leaving you a panting mess.

He quickly turned you over onto your back, grabbing your wrists and holding them over your head with his right hand. "Don't you ever forget your place. You are nothing more than a worthless fucktoy for me. Do. You. Understand?" He asked through gritted teeth, slamming his cock into you. You quickly nodded and let out a breathy moan "Yes, master" He smirked and quickly moved his free hand to quickly circle your clit. "Good girl"

Within seconds you were already approaching your second orgasm. His quick and rough pace was all you needed to send you over the edge for the second time. He continued to quickly circle your clit as you screamed his name, milking his cock for the second time.

Maul buried his face in the crook of your neck and bit down hard on your shoulder, causing you to let out a cry of pain as his own orgasm followed, coating your walls with his seed.

After a moment he lifted his head and looked down at you. "I am the only one who can bring you pleasure. Don't you dare tough yourself with out my permission again. Is that understood?" He asked in a stern voice.

You lazily nodded, "Yes, Master" You said in a breathy, tired voice. He looked down at you with a satisfied smirk and pulled out of you, letting his cum seep down your thigh.

"Good, girl"

[dreamlandcreations]

Knowledge and Power (I)

Darth Maul x Queen of Naboo!Reader

Summary: Maul is afraid that he is not strong enough...

Warnings: angst, nightmares/visions/past and possible future trauma, enemies to lovers, implied smut (naked in bed together), hurt/comfort, fluff, paraphrasing the "Let the past die. Kill it, if you have to. That's the only way to become what you were meant to be." quote, ?implied? plotting murder, reader description (long hair), some soulmate-ish/dyad-like stuff at the end, not proofread so probably a mess 🙈

Started for the Sith/Jedi secrets prompt but I guess it works with Death of the self too

A sequel of last year's @maulweek fic, Beauty and the Beast

~ 1,3 K words

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Maul was having another nightmare. There were not many tells but you know him by now. He usually sleeps eerily still, his breathing so calm and hearts so slow that you used to (and sometimes still do) have to check if he was alive when you woke up in the middle of the night, not used to having someone sleep next to you.

The nightmares were getting more and more frequent, and if you were correct, increasingly upsetting too. He refused to tell you about them though. That was about to change tonight!

You shake him awake as gently as you can but still find yourself pinned beneath him but instead of the night's previous loving embrace, he grabs you by your throat, ready to get rid of the threat.

It only takes a second or two for him to realise what's happening but it's enough to cause damage in the already fragile bond between you. He rips himself away so fast you can hardly follow, only barely reaching him before he could leave the bed.

You pull him back on you slowly, knowing that the skin to skin contact will help ground him after whatever he had seen. After a little hesitation, he nuzzles into your neck while pulling you impossibly close, holding you tightly with slightly trembling hands as his breathing starts to even out while you caress him ever so gently.

Lately he has been training you and your handmaidens, relentlessly trying to increase his own power too in his freetime. Something was clearly bothering him and instead of turning to you, he started to drift away, like he was preparing to leave.

"You are not alone. Please, tell me what's wrong," you murmur into his ear, and sigh when you feel him tense up again. "Even if I can't help, it could take some of the weight off you if you would just share."

He leans back on his elbows to look into your eyes, contemplating your words for a long minute before finally speaking. "If I tell you, it will put you in even more danger."

"While not knowing will keep me safe?" You question him with a disapproving frown.

Maul leans on his side, holding his weight on one arm so he can cup your face before he steals a kiss, lingering for a long moment then he parts and answers as he keeps brushing your cheek with his thumb.

"If there is a chance that he will spare you because I have not revealed his identity..."

"Is there a chance he would spare you?"He looks away instead of replying to your rather biting cut in, which is enough of an answer on its own. "I also made a promise to protect you, if you think I'll let..."

He turns back to you sharply, his intense gaze no longer dull yellow light in the dark but glowing flames of almost completely red as he practically growls, "I can't lose you."

Silence. Pain. Paralyzing helplessness. Does he truly think you feel any different about him?

You can hardly breathe as you plead, "Tell me what you dream about."

You almost think he will shut you down again but whatever he sees or feels has him give in, only a little though.

"It is not always the same." He starts, pausing to think just how much to tell you but you don't interrupt or demand more, just patiently wait for him.

The truth is, that it is always the same in terms of how it ends. With death. Only he can't tell you that. So he opens with something less ominous but you quickly connect the dots.

"You will have to go to Coruscant soon."

He is there, you think. The mysterious master who is a threat to you both, no matter how much Maul tries to deny it.

"What if we don't go?" you contemplate your options out loud.

"He will come here."

At that statement your brain races with the pieces of this infuriating puzzle that you already gathered. And then it strucks you. Of course! It has to be...

"No, no, no!" Maul gets up and paces in panic. It is unlike anything you have seen from him so far.

"I killed you! I just killed you!" he chants in desperate cries as you hug your blanket and hurry to him.

"Look at me!" you demand as you grab his arm and turn him to face you. His face kept in place between your palms, letting your covers go while forcing him to do as you said, you try to sound soothing as you weakly attempt to reassure you both, "I'm here. I'm here, and I'm not going anywhere. And neither are you!"

He breathes out a shaky breath and carefully rests his forehead against yours.

"I am not strong enough to protect you," he whispers in defeat.

"You don't have to fight him alone." You remind him as you circle your arms behind his neck, holding him tightly as you keep murmuring, "You are not alone. I'm here."

Once he calmed down a little, you pull him back to bed, letting him get lost in the touch of you again as you aimlessly caress each other. He unties your braid, spreading your hair on the pillows like a halo and plays with a strand as he tries to stay with you in the moment.

"Love, forming bonds of commitment... It is not something either side embraces, right?" He pulls back and looks confused at your seemingly sudden change of topic but confirms your theory so you go on. "It seems to me that you limit yourself to what he taught you about the Force and that is not even half of the things you could study if something is missing on both sides. Wouldn't you agree?"

He doesn't answer but you know he is thinking about it, you can also tell he is not convinced, at all.

You sit up, making him move as well. Keeping the remaining covers to your chest with one hand, you grip his jaw in your other hand as you anger starts to show. "He is the past, don't let that define you! He can't have you! If he has to die so you'll be completely free of this torment then he will die."

"How?" he growls at you impatiently, like you are talking nonsense.

In response you lean in and nip at his lower lip before sliding away and reaching under the bed.

"I was going to give you this tomorrow."

"What is this?" He looks almost adorable as he eyes the package. Turning it around this way and that way like it is a foreign concept.

"A gift," you huff. "Open it!"

He does and... there's no reaction. Literally, nothing. He stares at the ancient books with a strange expression and says nothing, so you start to explain why you thought to acquire them in the first place.

"I hardly doubt he knows about the Jedi ways, maybe you can find something useful in there. Perhaps it will give you a new perspective, maybe even help to find your own path.

With that, the last barriers that he was adamant to keep up had crumbled between you, his soul wide open for you, connecting the two of you through the Force as it was meant to be.

You gasp at the feeling but you don't have time to question him, Maul surges forward, grabbing you by your nape and capturing your lips in a kiss, devouring you with a hunger even more intense than usual.

That night was the true end of Darth Maul, for he was no longer a Sith apprentice in any way. He was on a new path, going into blindly to fully explore the world and the Force anew. He will never let anyone else define his fate from now on, he vowed. Although he still had doubts, he was no longer afraid of the future because he knew you would be with him, always.

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[yandere-wishes]

🎀 Take this as more of an abstract statement of the last few days and a reason why I've been mia

"Eyes on me" Maul commands. His rough fingers gently cup your cheeks. Cradling your face as he kisses you, trying to silence your erratic breathing. Your body trembles heart pounding out of your chest. You're suffocating under your skin. You just want to claw at your neck and pry yourself from your dirtied flesh. Your stomach churns needles dancing inside your throat. Maul presses your cheeks harder, demanding your attention, your focus. Your wide eyes catch his austere gaze. Trying to focus on the molten gold, the promise of bloodstained kisses and slient jokes. Your breathing starts to steady, falling into beat with your wavering heart. "That's it, beloved, good girl. Focus on me. There is only me. " The shadows in your head begin to bleed. You wonder if he feels them succrying away into the dark.

It's quite hilarious to love the thing that scares monsters.

To love the eternal darkness.

Hesitantly, you wrap your arms around his neck, hiding your tear stained face against his tattooed neck. "Maul..." You whimper,

"I can't breath, everything hurts." Your sobs are muffled in his skin. Bleeding into him as he burns them away.

"No, you're fine," he reassures tracing stars across your back, accompanied with sturdy pats between your shoulder blades. "I'm here now. You're okay, there's nothing wrong, you'll be fine," he reassures between tender kisses to your cheek and neck. Ashes on forest fires.

You throw your head back for a moment. Enjoying the dark, the quiet, the strong arms wrapped protectively around you. "Get up," he orders, voice holding command. You stumble to your feet, trying to match his steady composer. "Anakin will be home soon. We can all watch a movie together." He doesn't leave room for debate. Room for you to weasle away and return to the solitary doom of your room.

You nod your head, eagerly trailing after him, following him into the brightness of daylight.

[nightbrothers]

How I imagine Maul acts when someone flirts with his girlfriend:

When someone starts flirting with his girlfriend, Maul initially observes in silence. His piercing gaze becomes darker, as if he's analyzing the rival's every move. A clenched jaw, fists subtly tightening—these are signs he's controlling his anger. He trusts his partner, but that doesn't mean he'll let the situation slide easily.

Maul isn't the type to yell or make a scene. His mere presence is enough to make anyone think twice. He would remain silent, but his posture would shift. He’d move closer, standing just behind his girlfriend without even touching her, which already creates a psychological barrier. His horns, cold stare, and menacing stance would give a clear warning: "Back off."

If the flirting continued, Maul would make a simple, but deliberate move. Perhaps placing a hand on the rival's shoulder with light pressure, but enough to make him feel Maul’s power. "You're in the wrong place," he would say in a low, almost whispering voice, but loaded with threat. His controlled yet dangerous tone would be more frightening than any shout.

If the man insisted, Maul wouldn't hesitate to escalate. He might grab the rival by the collar, pulling him close enough for him to feel Maul's golden eyes glaring into him. "You have no idea who you're dealing with," he'd say, letting his simmering anger show. Even without using the Force, the rival would feel the imminent danger. Maul rarely needed to actually fight; the mere sense of his wrath would be enough to intimidate.

After dealing with the rival, Maul would approach his girlfriend, still in silence. He wouldn’t directly ask if she was okay, but his gaze would show a mix of concern and possessiveness. There would be a brief moment where he tries to control his remaining anger. He might even circle around her protectively, as if still ready to strike should anyone else dare to try something.

If his girlfriend brought up Maul’s jealousy, he would subtly deny it. "I was just protecting you," he'd say, trying to hide any signs of vulnerability. However, if she pressed the issue, he might admit, with a hint of frustration in his voice, that he doesn’t like seeing other men approach her. "They have no right to talk to you like that," he’d say, clearly uncomfortable with the idea of someone trying to win her over.

[sweetfictionalworld]

My Lord (Darth Maul x Female Reader Smut)

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

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

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

"Do you swear allegiance to me?"

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

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

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

"Y-Yes, My Lord."

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

"Yes, My Lord."

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

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

"Yes, My Lord."

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

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

"Stand up."

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

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

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

"All things?"

"Y-Yes, My Lord."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"My Lord."

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

"Undress."

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

"W-What?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yes, what?!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[kaminokatie]

Horns || Darth Maul

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

Warnings - NSFW.

Word Count - 1.8k

[Caffeinate Me]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“That was…”

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

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

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

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

[ladyinwriting18]

The Gift (Darth Maul x You)

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

Words: 5,072

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Master….I….I’m going to–”

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

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

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

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

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

“Go on and cum for me.”

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

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

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

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

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

Could you be any more perfect?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He could get used to this.

[phant0msworld]

Hello, it's been a while since I made a req of my own so forgive me if this makes no sense.

But, consider, Darth Maul stressing over watching his Jedi partner start to fall to the dark side.

Like this beacon in his life is slowly becoming more and more like him and he just doesn't know how to cope. I'm curious how you would approach this because it's been on my mind recently but I just don't have the energy to write it myself.

I hope you have a good day!

I was so exited to write this, I wanted to write something for Mail since for ever but I didn’t have any idea on how. So I hope that I got your request right and that it is to your liking.

Light and darkness

Summery: His thoughts were running wild his light you, was slowly turning dark.

Warnings:non,

Notes: so this is rather short cause it’s my first time writing something like this, it was a bit of struggle but I hope it is still good

He could feel the light from you slowly fading, and getting replaced with the darkness he’s so familiar with.Even though Maul himself is one with the dark he doesn’t want you to step a way from the light. Cause then you weren’t the person he fell in love with, he knew he would keep loving you anyway, but it wouldn’t be the same.

It kept Maul awake at night, thoughts on how he could help you plagued his mind, or even the thought if there even was something to help you with. He knew that you only escaped the so called Oder 66 barely, that how you two met and that it was weighing heavy on your heart ever since.

But maybe it was also him, who was the reason for the growing darkness inside you.

Either way he has to stop you before it’s too late, he can’t let the only light in his life go. He needed to talk to you and finde out what plagues your mind.

It was nighttime and you two layed in your shared bed, the warmth Maul brought you comforted you, something you desperately needed currently.

Your thoughts were running wild, ever since order 66 you’ve been questioning the order and the rules. And currently these thoughts were turning dark, something that intrigued you but scared you at the same time. You couldn’t call your self a Jedi anymore, but you weren’t one with the Sith either.

Both the light and dark side were calling to you and you were swaying between them, something that tore you apart but also comforted you. You were ripped out of your thoughts when Maul said your name, you turned your head to signal him that you were listening to what would come.

“Dear I sense darkness in you, I sense that you are slowly turning to the darkness.” Maul was from the very beginning good at sensing when something was troubling you, but how can you explain your inner conflict to him.

You singe and turn your head to the front, feeling too vulnerable to say something while looking at him.

“ Maul I don’t even know myself what is going on with me, but the dark side has been calling me, but so has the light side. I don’t know where I stand with the force, both sides are pulling me in, and the dark side makes me feel powerful but the light makes me feel peaceful. And both things are great I just don’t know where I stand.” So you already tasted the power of the dark side, Maul was surprised there even was still light inside you. But it still worries him, and the fact that you don’t know where you stand with the force didn’t help.

“ I just don’t want you to become like me.” His worry for you touched you deeply, and the fact alone that he do set want you to turn completely to the dark warms you.But at the same time it scares you, what if you turn to the dark?Will he leave you then?Will he be disgusted by you? You could feel anger forming inside you, but you knew it was wrong he is just worried about you.

But he of all people should understand what you’re going through, you lost everything, the order that you trusted was destroyed and the reason for the destruction at the same time.

“You don’t need to worry about me, I will not turn to the dark.” He knew you were probably right, but he was worried about you still. But still he would do everything in his power to hinder your path to the dark, even if it means leading the dark partly himself. He would let the darkness burn if it means to have your light.

“Good cause it wouldn’t be you, but don’t worry I will protect you from the darkness. And know I would love you nonetheless.” His word were sweet something that was limited in words but shown in actions, wich warmed your heart. What he said calmed you, and his determination was sweet. Maybe there was still hope for you, and maybe Maul was the reason for it.

You were Mauls light and he was yours, an unlikely pair that against all odds completed each other in a way not one of you would have expected.

Notes: so like I said it’s rather short but I just wanted to the struggle and go straight to the point with it, and I think with someone like maul it has to be straight forward, but I am thinking of writing a much longer version with the story on how they met and everything.

[bits-and-babs]

✦ 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 ✦

– KINKTOBER DAY 7: INCUBUS

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

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

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

⇽ KINKTOBER MLIST | DAY 8: ROLEPLAY ⇾

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Part of you didn’t want to.

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[thegreatwicked]

FicRecs

Enjoy some of my favorite stories I've come across on Tumblr! Seriously, I LOVE these stories and I reread them A LOT!

Please note: Virtually ALL OF THESE STORIES ARE SMUT. That means 18+ content, and you are responsible for managing your internet consumption. Minors DNI.

FicRecs

DC Comics

Dance for Daddy by @matth1w LAWD. I love me some Roman Sionis fics and this one DELIVERS. Sexy, kinky, smutty I give it a solid Chefs Kiss.

Joy Ride and Let Me Make You Feel Good, The Intern by @littleredwing89 More delicious Roman Sionis one shots Joy ride is about teasing Roman as he drives and Let Me Make You Feel Good is about a sweet smutty cure for a hangover. And the Intern, a fuck buddies to lovers story, god yum. Reader inserts. Drool. Go forth read and enjoy.

Bait the Beast by @more-cardigan-than-womanLord help me, I found a new little gem. You cause a bit of a ruckus with Coblepot and Roman thinks you need a lesson.

Yours by @tarrenterror25set in the AO! Verse Roman is having some trouble during the holidays overcoming everything the Joker did to him, good thing he has you. Because he does. You're his now. Melt. Sorry about the mess.

Star Wars

Water and Rock by @split-spectrum I honestly cannot say enough good things about this story It follows Obi-wan/Fem Reader in the classic Master/Padawan troupe and it. is. SPICY. Up to twelve chapters which I have read MULTIPLE TIMES and it hits so hard. Go read this story it is sexy as HELL and gives you the feels. She's so damn good at writing Obi-Wan it hurts, but like in a kinky good way.

The Gift by @ladyinwriting18 I have already spoke at length about the fabulousness that is Lady in Writing and her amazing content. This one is a favorite! Its a Maul/Reader Insert and it is smutty sxy and kinky. Seriously if Maul is your fictional crush (Hi me too!), go read this.

The Three Princes Part One: The Oldest Profession by @thenightmarketofdathomir This writer is freaking legendary. I do not know the collection of words in my own language to describe the eloquence and sophistication this writer possesses. Just go. Go read this and you let me know if you're ever the same again. This gem stars our boy Feral and is a you/reader insert. Oh damn, this story makes me want things...

Birthday Wish, Romancing the Pages, The Write Seduction, To Create Life, by @jedianjakenobi Y'all, this author holds a special place in my writer's heart. She's a published author on Amazon and she's truly amazing. Her works are all Obi-Wan-centered and reader inserts. Birthday Wish is a birthday crush from your sexy neighbor, Romancing the Pages is a fake relationship/summer romance with a reclusive shy librarian (Ben) and a best-selling author, The Write Seduction is a professor Kenobi/writing student story and it is SPICY. And my favorite To Create Life is a Jedi Council green lights a baby-making program and who else is the reader paired with? Their good friend Padawan Kenobi. My darlings, my friends, if you like Obi-Wan smut then you are doing yourselves a disservice by NOT reading these.

Empty Me Out by @221bshrlocked reader insert/DOM Obi-Wan I'm tellin y'all this story NEARLY killed me. I've lost track of how many times I've readit. You're an entertainer and Master Kenobi needs information from you, so you give him what he wants and then he gives you what you want. Where it Wasn't massage therapy reader insert/Obi-Wan, do I need to say more? Pretty sure I melted into the floor with this one.

His Loving Satine by @waterlily707 I love reader insterT and OCs but these two Obi-Wan and Satine are a joy to read. Temporary paralyzed Obi-Wan at the "mercy" of a slightly dom Satine. Juicy, gorgeous, little bit of fluff. Love it.

Room 24 by @murdockussy Little angsty Obi-Wan/reader insert enemies to lovers in an undercover assignment-type situation. Spicy, dom Obi-Wan give. Me. More.

Tea with Lemon, Tea with Honey by @wickedscribbles an established relationship as a reader insert and Obi-Wan. If you want honey then you get to take care of a sick Obi-Wan and kind out you have a new kink, if you want Lemon then Obi-Wan takes advantage of said kink and whisks you away to another planet for some R&R under the guise of "work." Enjoy!

Actors/Characters

Ben Hardy

Hold Me Close, Don't Let Me Go by @stray-kaz God. This one shot is just sxy as hell, it's a Billy/Four fro, 6 Underground/Female Reader. Our boy comes home to one hell of an 'I missed you, I need you right now' welcome. GO read it. Right now.

Such an Experience by @rogermyreligionOk. Guys... FUCK, this is a hot little oneshot Roger Taylor of Queen/Female reader and OMG. Just go read it. I've officially stopped counting how many times I've read this. Smutty/Sexy. I'm dead.

Long Distance by @acciotwinzwinz. Y'ALL. Sit your asses down and read this Roger Taylor/Reader insert/You. It's fluffy, its sexy, its cute and the smut is -chefs kiss- Yes, I read this one a lot too.

For now, these are some of my favorites that I frequently reread because I love them. I'll probably be adding more, it's more than likely I've forgotten some...

[ivorydragoness44]

Darth Maul x Reader: Show Me

Word Count: 2,230 Warnings/Notes: NSFW, MINORS DNI. An attempt at sub!maul. GN!Reader. Established relationship, kissing, lip biting, neck biting/nibbling, Reader groping Maul through his clothes, base of horns being stimulated, growling and purring Maul, unprotected sex, and I think that’s it?? Summary: The Reader and Maul have not seen one another for quite some time. When they finally have some time alone, things become very intimate.

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Another standard day on another planet somewhere in the galaxy. Obviously, you very well knew where you were. The coordinates, however, made no difference to you. It had been many months and long hours since you had last seen your partner. Your ally. Your lover. Finding the time, and the right space, to be together proved tricky. It was a good thing that your lover was ever the determined one. Persistent. As you continued to sit in your piloting seat, you stared out the viewport. Every little detail, movement, and change in the breeze held your unyielding attention. A shift in your breath. But still, you saw nothing, You knew, however, that he could cloak himself in many ways. And as a striking black ship recoiled its technological invisibility, it glided around to land. Your heart rate picked up. A sort of electricity sparked beneath your skin. Anticipation. Pushing off of your chair, you made your way to the exit.

As the ramp lowered, you saw him. A gentle breeze billowed his black cloak. The hood was up, but you could still make out the striking features of his face. “Maul,” you greeted with a small civil smile. Walking slowly down the ramp, you noted how his arms were crossed over his chest. Perhaps he was not in the mood for such humor. Only time would tell. “It’s been a while.” “I’ve been training daily.” His golden eyes bore a fiery focus onto you form as you approached. Stopping within arms reach, you smirked. “Not nightly?” He frowned. The expression intensified by his dark tattoos. You kept a light laugh to yourself. “My ship or yours?” His gaze flickered, a dent made in his composure. “I believe my Sith Infiltrator will be suitable enough for our meeting.” With a nod in agreement, you lifted your wrist. A single press of your finger to the device resting there and your ship’s ramp sealed shut. You waited for no further invitation before walking past him and up the ramp to his own spacecraft.

Standing in the middle of the Ready Room, you waited. It only took a short amount of seconds for Maul to enter as well. The AFT Airlock sealed behind the pair of you, blocking out all sounds from the outside world. You could not even hear him breathing. The two footsteps pausing a short distance behind you though, you did not miss. “It has been far too long,” Maul said, causing you to turn around. His arms were not folded, and his head was not held up so high. “It had proven difficult some days when y thoughts betrayed me…thinking of you. My complete focus must be on my training, my missions, my greater purpose. But as I lay to rest on my bed roll at night, your hold on me is too strong. I could not bare it any longer.” He stopped short of saying more. A light crack shook his voice as he looked upon you. “I missed you…most terribly.” Stepping up to him, you leaned forward, but made no further movement. You smiled as you watched his eyes plead and his red lips tremble. You could be a tease when you wanted to be, but you were not awful. Pressing a sweet kiss to his lips, he whimpered softly. “I missed you too.” As his eyes searched for more clarity, you reached upward. You took up the hem of his hood within your grasp and tossed it back over his head. Then you were finally able to see the full majesty of his crown of horns atop his head. “You said that you missed me?” His gloves crinkled at the flexing of his hands. “Yes.” You kissed his lips again and he sighed. “Show me.” At once, he tore the comlink off of his wrist and crushed it within his grip. He dropped the fragments off to the side without a single glance. The next action caused your eyebrows to raise. Maul knelt down on both his knees. Sitting back on the heels of his boots, he gazed up at you. “I have missed you, and I will show you. Have no doubt, my loyalty to you is strong and unyielding. I—” He took a breath, but his composure was lost. “As much as I want to show you…I’m afraid my need for you greatly outweighs that.” “What do you need, Maul?” You asked. With a single fingertip, you traced down the edge of a tattoo on his cheek. His eyelids fluttered closed at your touch. “You,” he sighed. “I need your touch. I crave it. Please.” His plea echoed in your ears. You looked on at him, eyes shut but seeing all that he needed to with the Force. Sometimes it seemed as though there was nothing he would refuse from you. From your standpoint with him kneeling in front of you, you called that more than just trust. Maul gasped lightly from his parted lips, your hands were finally on him. The gentle way your fingertips massaged around his horns had his breath quaking at the sensation. Gradually, his head leaned closer. A subconscious desire for more of your touch. Despite his enjoyment, you had other plans in mind. “Thank you.” Maul sighed as your hands slipped away. Eyes open, they locked onto yours when you delicately lifted his head up by his chin. “Do you want more of me, Maul?” “Yes.” You smiled and beckoned him toward the lift off to your left. “Not either of the sleeping compartments?” He asked. The two rooms resided on either side of the lift to the cockpit. But you had no intention of using them. At least for the time being.

A press of a gloved finger, and the door slide open. When the pair of you entered, you kept an eye on his movements. Again, he selected a button to shut the door, but as he moved to make the lift rise to the top level of the ship, you grabbed his hand. The brow ridges on his face furrowed. “Did you not want to go to the cockpit anymore?” You smiled and brought his hand to your chest. “I’d like to stay in here for a while. Unless you had any objections.” He peered around the enclosed space. There was just enough width to extend your arms out to your sides. “Is this enough room for us?” “Yes,” you gave a small laugh. “Unless you wanted to run around.” “No,” he frowned at your comment. “All right then.” An inch closer, and you were in his personal space. Releasing his hand, you cupped his face within your grasp and kissed him. Upon feeling his gloved palms on your waist, you deepened the kiss ever so slightly.

“Remove your gloves,” you murmured against his lips. As you pressed your lips to his again, you heard fabric hit the floor. It was a sound that you wanted to hear once more. Especially if such a thing brought you closer to him. You slid your hands down to his neck and over his clothed chest. Scooping your hands under the front of his cloak, you tossed the fabric over his shoulders. You hummed in delight as it too fell to the floor. It certainly helped that Maul smoothed his palms up your back afterward. A light pressure from his hands, and he pulled you in closely. The proximity ignited a deep purr within his chest. Low and subtle at first, until you too felt it rumbling in your own chest. “Are you enjoying yourself?” Knowing how he usually reacted, you teased him only a little. A squeeze to his shoulders, and you felt a change in his vocal pace. The purring kipped a beat at your words. His kisses drifted beyond your mouth. Those red lips of his left their mark along your jaw and up your cheek. It ended al too quickly for your own liking. However, one intimacy was only ever replaced with another. Affectionately, he nuzzled his face to yours. As he rubbed his cheek up the side of your face, you smiled. Running a hand down his torso, you could feel the textural differences of his outfit. Then, you flicked aside an end of his tabard to cup your hand up between his thighs. His breath hitched by your ear, sending chills down your neck. There, you massaged gently to the sounds of his sweet moans.

Hips bucking once into your palm, you stopped you kneading. “Take off your clothes,” you whispered into his ear. Releasing his hold on you, Maul hastily removed each garment one by one. Not wanting to wait too long, you found yourself doing the same. Admiring your partner and pulling off your clothes were tasks that could be accomplished at once.

A few meager kicks to your fallen clothes proved a humorous feat. Once that was to your liking on the other side of the lift, you brought your attention back upward. Stepping closer to you, Maul stopped as you placed a single index finger to his chest. He looked down momentarily. A fraction of a head tilt indicated his curiosity. Applying pressure to his chest, he sunk down to the floor with you kneeling after him, straddling his lap. The bundle of his black cloak assisted greatly. You were not fond of no sort of padding under your knees. Smiling at him, you tapped your finger on the upside-down heart shaped tattoo between his large pectorals. “I guess you could say that you have three,” you laughed. Maul grinned and leaned back on the wall paneling. Eyes gazing up and down, you unapologetically admired his appearance. It had been to many months since you had last seen him. There was no way that you would possibly ignore such a sight.

For stability, you placed your hands on his broad shoulders. When you raised your hips, Maul’s hand slipped underneath to assist. Sinking down slowly, your moans were covered by his groans of aching desire long awaited. Slowly, you drew out his songs of yearning. A hand of his roamed along your back, feeling every dip and curve. The other gripped tightly onto your thigh. Leisurely kissing his neck, you were in no rush to finish.

Making pause to your thrusts, you reached your hands up to his scalp. Intricately, you massaged the base of his horns. Knowing all to well of their sensitivity. To his face, you planted kisses. Soft and loving. Maul’s fingers pushed impossibly into your skin. Both on your back and thigh. If he kept it up, it might result in bruising later. You moved your hands back down to rest your arms along his shoulders. Hugging him close, you nudged the tip of your nose to his. “Are you all right?” “Yes,” he said with heavy eyelids. An open kiss to his lips and you latched your teeth onto his bottom lip. Pulling gently, you gave a small nibble before letting go, eliciting a small growl from Maul. “I like when you do that.” A curl of his lips and he snarled playfully at you. It was with that sound that drew you forward again. Exchanging a deeply passionate kiss, you thrusted slowly for a moment. Soon, you found a quick and deeply satisfying rhythm. Muscular arms barred against your back. If he could find a way to bring your bodies closer, he would. Through the kiss, you drank his every moan.

All thrusts were put on hold once again. “Don’t stop, please.” He groaned into a whimper. You swiped your tongue along his bottom lip. Each second, you looked into his eyes. At the sight, he moaned. Blinking to clear his mind, he kissed you firmly multiple times. A wicked grin spread across your lips. All kissing stopped when you began thrusting down hard onto him. Not breaking eye contact, you swore his pupils dilated. Gradually, his head relined. The horns at the back of his head scraped the wall, and his mouth hung agape. Moans permeated out through the lift. Leaning in, you bit and nibbled at his neck. Further steering him closer to his sated pleasure.

His moans became louder and yours grew with his. If there was any other life-form to wander onto the ship, you would not know. With a rush of throbs and a satisfying chill, you gasped up into his ear. “Uhn,” he stiffened. A long moan extended out into a stuttering end. The hold he had on your back lessened. Shaky growls fell from his mouth openly. Relatively getting your breathing back to normal, you lifted your head up to view him. The golden irises stared upward in a dreamy glaze. Lightly, you dragged the tip of a finger down along the diamond shaped tattoos of his nose. It took a good minute to take affect. Gingerly, you eased him back. His focus slowly returned to you and the present. Clear eyes looked between yours, checking. “Are we to rest now?” “Yes,” you breathed out a laugh. “We need it. Current situation aside.” Maul hummed contently. The hands he had on you became gentle, tracing unknown symbols. A smirk, however, played at your lips when you kissed him. “Do you want to make a mess of things in another room?”

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[yandere-wishes]

Do you guys think Darth Maul needs to oil the joints in his legs from time to time? You know so they move better and don't freeze up during battles. Does Grivious need to do this too? But like for his arms as well...

[nightbrothers]

Headcanon: Darth Maul reading Y/N’s thoughts imagining herself with him and Savage

Maul didn’t usually pry into others’ minds without reason, but this time, curiosity got the better of him. While meditating in the quiet of their shared space, he reached out through the Force to sense Y/N’s thoughts, trying to understand her mood and emotions more clearly. What he didn’t expect was to stumble upon a vivid, private fantasy that left him momentarily speechless.

The images in her mind were intense, filled with the heat of desire as she imagined herself entangled with both him and Savage at the same time. He could almost feel her heartbeat quicken, her pulse racing as she thought of both brothers with her, their hands and bodies moving in unison. It was raw, passionate, and completely unexpected.

As the days passed, Maul’s behavior toward Y/N subtly changed. He became more intense in his interactions with her, his touch lingering longer, his voice dropping to a low, almost dangerous tone when they were alone. There was a possessive edge to his gestures, a dark promise in every brush of his fingers against her skin. He never mentioned Savage’s part in her thoughts, never confronted her directly. Instead, he took every opportunity to remind her who truly dominated her mind, who owned her desire.

But then, one evening, when the quiet between them was thick and their eyes were locked in a charged silence, Maul couldn’t resist any longer. He leaned in close, his breath warm against her ear, and in a voice that was equally teasing and threatening, he whispered, “Tell me, Y/N… when you dream of us, do you really think Savage could satisfy you the way I do?”

Her shocked expression made his smirk grow ever so slightly, a rare flicker of amusement crossing his otherwise stoic face. He didn’t need to hear her answer; he could already sense the turmoil in her thoughts through the Force, the way her heartbeat faltered in response to his words. It was then that Maul realized something: he didn’t just want her to desire him—he wanted her to crave him more than anyone.

From that moment on, whenever they were together, he made sure to be the center of her attention, doing everything he could to draw out her need for him alone. And every time her gaze flickered away, as if thinking of that forbidden fantasy once more, Maul’s grip on her waist would tighten, his eyes narrowing, reminding her who would always hold the upper hand in her thoughts and desires.

[dreamlandcreations]

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