#me? making every sw character be soft and sweet for reader? HELL YEAH

[loth-wolffe]

Pairing: Maul x reader (no y/n)

Requested: yES AND THANK YOU FOR IT ANON (i hope this is what you had in mind my sweets)

Warnings: nONE JUST PURE FLUFF. LIKE THE TOOTH ROOTING KIND.

Word count: 1,6k oops. not proofread.

A/N: Okay so, this wAS supposed to be short and I was supposed to be writing an entirely different request buT I JUST LOVE MAUL SO MUCH YOUR HONOR. so I got into this as soon as I saw the request. THANK YOU ANON I HOPE U KNOW I LOVE U and maul SO MUCH. but anyways. happy reading!!!

You found him in his usual spot, sitting by the desk he placed in the darkest, loneliest and furthest away spot in the palace, crouched shoulders as he mumbled something under his breath, always cursing to those who do a lousy job which meant making his harder, more tiring, keeping him away from you.

"What is it?" He asks without even looking at you, but he feels you, your force signature always reaching his even if he hides away in the darkness, always like a light that wants to guide him home.

He doesn't deserve you, he knows, but he's selfish enough to keep you around, wrapped around him because he finds himself wrapped around you, like a poison ivy, growing strong and thick, not wanting to leave.

Maul's tone is soft, so kind with you, so tender, so different from how he addresses any other living thing that dares to talk to him. You enter the room, with no hesitation because you know what you've come for.

"It's late."

"So it seems." But his eyes don't look from the papers and the datapan, not even to contemplate the fact that Mandalore has indeed been covered by a dark shade of blue, its sky shining with its stars as the moon hangs big and beautiful.

You huff, three of your fingers coming to rest on his chin, lifting it up for his eyes to find yours. It is then when he stops, back relaxing under your touch and leaning against the chair, he makes enough room for you to sit on his lap because he always seems to know the truth behind your actions.

You don't know, and he would never tell you, the power your hold has. It's silly, if you think about it, that even the lightest of caresses can bring such man to his knees, much more if the man is someone as powerful as Maul, harsh and cruel as he is. Ruthless and violent.

But never with you.

Because before you he didn't know something as simple a touch could be so soft, and light, before you he had no knowledge of such feelings, of warmth and and home. Of safeness.

His life has left bruises and open wounds, and with a stroke of your fingers through them, of a kind, gentle kiss, you seemed to have the miraculous ability of heal them all.

"What's on your mind?" You wonder, and you know he would never tell you, there's just so many things running wild and free through his restless mind.

The syndicate, the bosses he put in charge, that last shipment that didn't arrive, the spice he had to move. And in the back of his mind, so far and almost forgotten but not completely, the shadow of an enemy, skilled, a blue lightsaber turning on and the low buzz of it rumbles in soft echoes that always end up dissipated.

But you were on his mind too, most of the time, with your nice smell and your pretty laugh, and that smile that always makes his hearts beat fast. You're consuming him, he notices, slow and steady, his entire being, like a flame in a paper, and he wishes to be nothing but ashes that surround you and stick to your skin, in hopes you never wash them away.

Maul has a million answers for you, but instead of responding, he inquires back,

"What is on your mind, little dove?"

And he closes his eyes for a moment, sucking a breath as your fingers trace the tattoos on his cheeks, up to the edge of the one in his eyes.

"'m thinking that you should probably go to bed," your voice is quiet, soft, only for him to hear even if there's no one around. He hums contemplating, but there's not much to think about, "you know, with me."

"Which makes me wonder," he starts, taking an eyelash that fell to your cheek and inspecting it for a second before letting it fall to the floor, "why aren't you in bed already, my love."

"Can't sleep without you, you know that." Your hands are on his nape, nails scratching the skin there oh so gently, and he hates the way he shudders under your touch.

"Hm, can't have my little dove restless, now can I?" You shake your head, biting your lip to hide a smile and his eyes gleam at the small action, the warm shade of a yellow that reminds you of the suns you both met under makes you lean over for a kiss, so soft and light it's almost feels inexistent, and Maul wonders how could there be something so pure, so blissful as your kisses.

"No, that wouldn't be wise," you murmur into his lips before he properly kisses you, his hand drifting to the back of your head for the kiss to turn more urgent, a little bit harder, somewhat still gentle.

It's been too long since he last kissed you. Around noon, before you left to your usual walks around the Palace gardens' with his brother.

Maul feels greedy, and he doesn't remember having missed you this much before, even if he caught a glimpse of you through the window a few hours ago and he is holding you just now, and he can see the freckles on your skin and the undertones in your irises, he feels the warmth you exude along with the freshness on your skin from the cool water of your shower, and yet again, he feels like missing you already.

He just got you, he thinks, just now, after not seeing your pretty face nor heard your voice the entire day, and you're leaving him again.

It might be an exaggeration, but then again everything with him is an exaggeration, only because he feels so much, so deep, every emotion strikes him right into his core like a lightning bolt.

When he pulls apart, a little smirk forms in his lips as he finds your eyes are still closed, savoring the moment just a second more, the feeling of his lips still tingling in yours. He always finds a way to leave you breathless.

"I will join you in a minute." Velvety voice pierces through your ears as soon as your eyes look into his, you frown.

"But I want you to join me now," the chuckle that leaves him sends shivers down your spine, and you hide your face in the crook of his neck, hands wrapping around his sides, "I guess I'll just have to stay until you decide it's time to go to bed."

It's tempting, really. To keep doing work and have the chance to hold you like this, in his chest and his fingers running up and down your back as he thinks on what to do, what to do, with the stupidity of those who work for him and maybe plan a trip to Corellia just to make sure things are running smoothly again.

But then again, you'll get uncomfortable and he hates when you feel like that. You won't sleep well, he knows, even if you tell him you are.

A deep sigh leaves him.

"Fine." He agrees, turning off all and every device he had been using.

"Fine what?" You ask into his skin, nuzzling closer as you breathe him in. Maul hopes you don't feel when his hearts skip a beat.

He doesn't like the fact he has gone soft on you, but it's not like he can help it, either.

"We shall go." And without a warning he lifts you up, making you yelp in surprise and cling to him as carrying you with an ease that always astonishes you, because no matter your weight, you always seem to underestimate his strength. "I've spoiled you, my little dove."

It's a truth he doesn't really care.

You hum, leaving little pecks on his neck.

"Just like I have spoiled you."

Another truth any of you really mind, because he deserves it, you think, and because for some miracle you love him, he could only expect.

"I believe it's only fair you get what you give, don't you think?" You ask him, and he grunts.

No one had ever told him that, nor make sure he knows that. Not with something as, well, love, because first of all he's never experienced it before, not this way, at least. No one had ever loved him so ardently just as you do, made feel like he could burst his chest open and give you his hearts, for you to take the key of all he was, is and will be.

You love him, just the same as he loves you.

"I suppose you're right," he answers, ending with the sweet sound of your name falling from his lips in a way that makes your legs tremble.

If he only knew what his voice does to you, well, no, scratch that, he knows exactly what all of him does to you, and he had made sure you're well aware too.

The trip to your shared quarters isn't as long as you would've liked, and he lays you in bed in what it feels like the blink of an eye.

"Sweet dreams" he whispers as he presses his lips onto yours, you hold his hand quickly.

"Where are you going?" You curse at yourself for sounding so needy, but a part of you is scared he will go back to his infinite pile of work left undone and leave you alone in that big room of yours all by yourself for the second night in a row as he finishes whatever he has to do.

"I'll be right back," he promises, "I'll just go freshen up, love." He holds your chin between his fingers as he places another quick kiss on your lips and another on your forehead.

You're not sure how long it takes, but he eventually falls back into your arms, his warmth surrounding you whole, and you hear him, at some point of the night, after he presses a light kiss on the back of your neck, a confession you both have yet to make out loud.

You make sure he knows you feel the same as soon as you wake up.

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