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Not my usual kind of post, but recently I found myself liking Choso Kamo. Like back when I looked at him, I was like "okay, he is cool or whatever". I didn't pay that much mind to him.
But recently I heard his voice in dub and guys he is just so fine. Especially in Ukrainian dub made by Amanogawa Studio. Like his voice is so deep, quiet and relaxing.
Any Choso girlies here?
⛦Shadow Lady⛦
⛧°. ⋆༺♱༻⋆. °⛧ So circling back to the female character with shadow powers. Here is my OC. I haven’t came up with a name for her, so for now let’s just call her a Shadow Lady. She is an executioner and is deployed for dangerous missions or classified missions. Basically if there is some serious sh1t going down, she is the one who is called. She has used her powers for so long that it’s hard to tell where shadows end and she begins. Nobody has seen her face in a long while. How old is she? Who knows? But it’s clear that she has lived longer than any regular human.
Is she even a human at this point?
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p/s: @sickasthieves I hope you’ll like this one. She may or may not step on people. Depends on who she is dealing with.
One of my favorite if not the most favorite versions of Maul is when he is fighting with that big ass axe. I think it’s called pole axe. Like he looks so badass
Also imagine him standing above you while you are lying or kneeling and he uses the blade of the axe to lift your chin up.
By the way there is a kind of axe that is called Splitting Maul. I'm not joking, look it up.
I had in on my mind for a while now and decided to finally pour it out. But what if there was a female equivalent of a shadow daddy? Or like a female version of a shadow daddy? I heard shadow mommies exist but barely anyone talks about them.
Basically what if there was a female character who is brooding, dark, morally grey and also immortal and has shadow powers. A powerful woman who has lived for a long time and who has fought and seen shit. A kind of person who people fear and speak in hushed tones about, maybe even tense up when she steps in the room.
She may or may not have a partner who balances her out.
I actually have been creating such a character.
maul appreciation week days 1-3
hey so like i’ve missed pretty much all of maul appreciation week and i feel so bad… so i’ve done 3 of the 8 prompts! the other 5 are coming tomorrow so i hope you enjoy the ones i have done so far!
yes they are oc x canon
sorry it’s not a lot or well written! i tried my best!
Frozen Tomb - Part 1
Jedi Maul x Sith Reader(Enemies to Lovers)
Rating: SFW Warnings: Depiction of violence, survival horror, reader being angry and mean to Maul
A/N: It was genuinely hard for me to write this fic, 'cause I had plenty of WIP's and I liked none of them except this one. And I hope you will like it too. Once again big thank you to @maul-appreciation-week for hosting this event. Artwork on the left belongs to @bonesmarinated W/C: 2266
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Snow crunched beneath your feet. The freezing air scarped at your skin. Freezing penetrated your flesh as you ventured through the night. The sky, black as coal, howled throwing winds against you, making you waver. But you pressed on, putting one foot in front of the other. The blizzard was nothing compared to the storm of fire inside of you, the storm that he ignited.
His voice cut through the wind, those humiliating words he uttered when his hand was on your throat, when his lightsaber scorched you.
“Silence.” You commanded, pressing forward, your boot sinking into the white.
The tingling grew with each footstep, the one that became so familiar, the one that caused your teeth to grit, ready to grind in powder. This irritant presence that you swore to wipe the Galaxy clean off.
“Jedi.” You growled under your breath. “You will pay for it.”
The gaping mouth of a cave stretched open in the dark, promising a respite. But with every step you took the tingling was crawling up your spine. Now that you stood at the edge, it was at the small of your neck.
Fingers tightened around the hilt of the weapon. Red pierced the dark, illuminating the path ahead. The wind pushed you forward into the throat of the cavern, further into the pulsing void. The pathway stretched, the bellowing quietened down.
The walls vibrated, permeated through the barrier of your skin. Goosebumps rose. Cold seeped into your stomach. It crept up like the mist, filling the empty space. You felt it before - this fog, with its own consciousness, taking hold of your body. You felt it back on Malachor. The taste of the ash returned to your tongue, setting as sediment on your teeth.
The tingling spread through your muscles, disrupting the freezing, mingling into a cocktail of sensation.
You could see him in your mind’s eye the more you ventured into the bowels of the beast. The black of his tattoos blended with the dark, the crimson of his skin dulled by the shadows. He stood there, clutching at his torso. Maroon stained his deep blue robes. The condensate from his breath rose like a cloud. His green eyes swept through the hall, searching. His knuckles paled from the hold on the lightsaber.
“How dare you.” You thought as you approached. Your steps reverberated off the walls as you accelerated. Your heart beat against your ribs, poison of rage flowing in the blood. Your grip on the weapon tightened.
You rushed through the jagged corridor, maneuvering through turns. You knew where to run now, you caught the scent of your prey. You could practically breathe it in, already feel it on your tongue.
Rush. The hall spread out. Cracked walls loomed, pulsed with the energy that pressed down on your shoulders. Ripple came through oscillations of the Force.
Yes, he is so close. So close.
Your eyes searched the place, falling on the balcony. You crouched, concentrating your strength. Leap. Your feet thudded against the floor of the balcony. You ducked down, creeping forward, barely making any sound.
Your eyes spotted a red dot. It grew in size as you closed in, gained shape. Your heart leapt in your throat as the silhouette of the figure cleared.
His head turned, observing the place.
Can you feel it? Can you sense it approaching?
Your eyes were glued to the man, tracking his every movement, every shiver. You caught something in your perimeter - a round obsidian shape resting in his other palm.
Your mouth went dry. Your jaw set tightly. The blood in your veins began to boil. Jump. The walls blurred together. Strike.
Sparks flew in showers, scarlet smashed into the yellow.
“You Jedi really are like rats.” Your voice echoed, as you were pressing down your blade.
“You scurry in places where you don’t belong, taking things that aren’t meant for you.” You mocked as your victim lied beneath you. Zabrak’s eyes widened, a scowl contorting his face.
“I thought you were dead.” Your opponent spat back.
“Main word thought.” You retorted, pushing lower.
The wave swept you off your feet. Your back hit against the stone, pain swam in your muscles. You gained your footing, lunging. Blades clashed. He blocked. His weapon went in circles as you pelted him with strikes. The flames of fury danced in the furnace, taking over your body, fueling you.
His movements were precise, each strike measured. This polished fighting style only added to the discontent. You would crush this refinement. His feet moved behind each other upon retreat, moving further up the stairs. Jedi parried, stepping on the platform, as he kept fighting on the defensive. The barrage didn’t stop, your strikes growing erratic. There were no blind spots for you to exploit, your enemy as stubbornly quick as ever. Blade pointed at his face, piercing the air. Crack! Blades scraped against each other. Foot hit against his ankle, balance ruined. Hands flew up. An opening presented. Saber went straight for the heart. Yellow pressed against the red.
Growl vibrated in your chest, knee going straight for his bulge. Grunt slipped out. A swing of a lightsaber, his neck so close. Another drizzle of sparks. Ire flared. Pain shot through your stomach, his foot buried in your torso. You stumbled back. An arch of light, scorching line cut through your chest. The agony was like a downpour of gasoline to the pyre.
Your roar bounced off the walls. A charge from both of you, a collision of plasma. Your fist went in a hook, knuckles connecting with the bone. He twitched back. You kicked. Maul fell on one knee. The yellow blurred, accelerating. Unexpectedly your hand dropped the lightsaber, opening. The sword froze, heat of plasma scalding. Fingers of free hand dug into his neck.
“Still weak as ever.” You snapped, while you struggled to hold his weapon with the Force.
Wet gurgles bubbled out his throat in responce.
“And to think someone so pathetic bested me.” The word bested was spat with poison.
“I can assure you, I’ll do it again.” Maul growled back through chokes, his fangs bared at you while your fingers closed in.
His vein pulsed underneath the gloved pads. Sick rush ran through you at its rising. Except you didn’t smell fear. What hit your tongue was the acrid anger, that bitterness bit into your taste buds. Your grasp became taught, your face leaning down. Your teeth were ready to gnaw at his flesh.
“That arrogance of a Master still shines through.” You stared into the eyes of your enemy, burning through him. “You still have learned nothing.”
You peered into the darkness of his pupils and for a flicker of a second felt stuck. You felt your heart thumping in your chest. That confusing feeling made you wish to claw out his voicebox.
His eyes squinted. The metal clicked against the stone. Lightsaber lifted off the ground, flying into his hand. Too late. Your wrist flicked, body tore through the murk. His legs dangled in the air, the handle of your weapon hit the ground. His hands went for his throat.
A throw forward, his frame hit the wall. Crunch. Gasp left out, followed by a groan. His body slipped against the surface as you raised the hand higher and higher. With a swift movement it flew down, his body plundered to the floor with a sickening thud.
His lightsaber rolled over. His trembling hand reached for it, only for you to step down on his sword.
“I guess it’s time for me to teach you a lesson, Maul.” You said, name slipping out like a curse.
His form shook, his eyes rolled back. His eyelids closed on their own, head dropping. When a quiet breath slipped his lips, and his frame lost its rigidity, you took your foot off his lightsaber. You summoned the sabers, strapping them to your hip.
You grasped at the hem of his shirt, dragging him. You tugged at the fabric, jerking his body as it slid over the ground. It felt massive, so heavy, refused to move that easily. Each yank caused burning in your aching muscles.
Even your body is stubborn. The thought of it stroked at the flames.
Upon descending down, your eyes caught a globe, lying in the shadows.
You reached out, drawing it closer with the Force. Artifact didn’t fly. It rolled forward sluggishly, with an effort as if you were pulling a boulder.
You concentrated your strength. The orb lurched again and again, protesting to lift off the ground.
You tapped into the Dark Side, aiding the Force pull. Your hand shook, pain throbbing through as you kept tugging. By the time the ball rolled towards your foot, your whole arm trembled. You picked up the relic, your body heaved down. Your heels dug into the floor as you lifted yourself up.
You kept the orb in a clasp, your digits wet, threatening to slip and let go.
I should hurry. You thought, looking down on defeated Jedi. The corridor snaked out before you, maw opened. Particles of ice biting into you again, the wave of wind almost sent your body back. Your legs screamed from exhaustion, fire charred your lungs.
I don’t care if it hurts. You let the pain course through you, feeding the flames, the Force that coursed in you. Minute stretched to eternity. With every step you felt like your knees were going to buck and your arm was going to fall off. Ship faded out. The outlines of its massive form becoming sharper. Ramp hit against the ice. You almost fell to your knees once you got on board.
“No,” you muttered. “Not now.”
You stumbled through the room, placing the orb on the table. Your hand felt feather light once it let go of the obsidian.
Now the Jedi.
A sharp inhale found your ears. Adrenaline pumped through your veins. Your feet carried you on your own. Reaching the end of the corridor, the door swung open. You walked into the dark, letting go off the man and running away. The door closed. You tore through the ship, reaching the pilot room. Push on a couple of buttons and the engines roared.
Come on, hurry.
You tilted the lever, the structure lifted in the air. The scope shrinked. But even then your posture was tense, heart leaping in your throat.
The air hit against the transport, making it shake, object fell to the floor. You hissed as you found your balance. You entered a new fight, the scale of it now much bigger. You pushed down on the lever. Yet the speed didn’t gain, it felt as if something was pulling you down. The blustering rang from the outside, pressing on the window. You applied more weight on the shift, your transport tearing through the air. Another wave of resistance.
“No.” You grumbled through your teeth.
Stick got pushed even further. The structure fought against the gusts, the cabin shook. It felt like swimming against the current. The gale screeched, its wailing sounding like cries, gaining in volume, becoming distinct. Hair rose on the back of your neck from the resemblance. What sounded like a human cry faded in and out.
“I won’t stay here!” You declared. The lever got bared all the way down.
The spaceship lunged up, tearing through the dark. Ice scrapped against the window. The wails now screamed in your ears. Your head pounded. Sharp pain shot through your teeth, fire scalding through the insides.
The screams tore at you, gusts hitting against the structure, now it felt as if it was flying through you, trying to lift you off your feet and crash you back into glacier. They clawed into your mind, tearing down every thought there was, leaving nothing but void, nothing but agony. It filled your lungs, froze your insides. The cries were so cutting as if your eardrums were being pierced.
You snapped your eyes shut concentrating on your wrath. Your arms twitched, sharp spasm of anguish exploding through. You lifted your hands in the air, molten metal swimming in your veins. Your body got caught in conflagration. The tremble of walls weakened, the whole spaceship now stuck in the atmosphere. Objects levitated in the cabin as you raised the hands higher, blaze spread through the cabin, rippling The Force, fighting against the clutches of the element.
“You won't hold me down!!!” Your arms spread, leaning back. The pain pulsed through your head, spreading down and down, your hands trembled but you held on. Suddenly, the course strengthened, the metal structure lifting up. The course of the Force strengthened as if another stream fell into the river. You pushed forwards, your tendons ready to tear apart.
Shove!
The structure tore through the current, lifting higher and higher. Yes!
You gripped the lever, hitting down. The spaceship rose, the winds roared in your ear. You kept your arm stretched out, pointed up, pushing the machine forward.
And then it happened. The pushback. Claws of the planet clasped at you. The engine went silent. The scenery blurred, your body falling down. The alarm roared. The cabin now illuminated in crimson. The siren's shrieked.
The storm took over. Your cartilage tore, muscles disconnecting. The ice was ripping at your flesh. Scream tore out your throat, joining hundreds of voices, blending together in one hurricane, fading into the bellow of the wind.
Bang!! Whiplash.
Darkness.
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P/s: My appologies for posting late, I hope you liked my work regardless. I think I tagged everybody, if not, pls lmk in the comments or DMs. Also I’m editing this in the dark ‘cause my electricity got cut off from an air strike.
Tagging: @blackdarling, @donniesgaptooth, @soulsprofoundcuriosity , @zionysuss, @yellowwheel5, @missmidnights-world, @whatdyk, @spectrs, @emmetthegaysalmon, @skjaldmo-ulf, @zanderander, @hcneyechoed, @underscuare, @necr0manticscorpi0, @xynokune, @dying-virus13, @spirituallyjuno, @darkphoenix2332, @simp-by-profession, @aught-zombie, @weoweo8, @sickasthieves, @limousinecatblog, @sickasthieves,
Maul week: wounded + rainstorm.
Injured Maul x Reader
A/n: a little too late and a little too early. I really liked both of those ideas so decided to post a fic today with both of them combined. A special thank you to @maul-appreciation-week for arranging such event. Warnings: SFW, mentions of wounds, angst, fluff, Maul being slightly pathetic, pre-PTM Maul, strangers to lovers? W/c: 1888
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Boots thudded against the wet ground, muddy puddles underneath painted in red. Wet fabric clung to crimson, cold shiver ran across his skin. Hiss slipped his lips whenever hand pressed against his stomach. A stinging pain penetrated his torso, rage flaring on the inside. He grit his teeth.
No, I won’t die here. Mual thought to himself, clutching the gashing wound. Not like this. Not on this planet!
He called on the Dark Side, stirred that flame, yet the fire was being extinguished little by little. His legs ached, to the point that he could howl. His eyelids threatened to close at any moment. Recent days consisted of nothing but a constant fight. The last time Zabrak slept was before he embarked on this mission. Sure he succeeded, success was the only option his Master would have allowed, but at what cost?
“Sidious” the name felt like a curse, a poison being spat out, leaving a bitter aftertaste. So irritant.
Pathetic - that what he probably would say of his apprentice now. Dissatisfaction stroked the flames.
Fingers coiled around the edge as he jerked himself forward.
Just get to the spaceship.
His legs were wobbly, putting one foot in front of the other felt like a challenge of its own.
A trip, his legs bent.
“Get up.” Sith grumbled under his breath, summoning his last bits of anger. His limbs trembled, hand gripping the wall. Slip. His knees bucked.
The puddle splashed.
“Agh”
His back hunched, the whining pain throbbed through his spine. A flash of a memory, large hand crushing his neck. Next moment his figure plummeted through air, back hitting the stone.
Again. The voice rang in his head. That same cadence that caused the pit of his stomach to go cold. With an ache shooting through his body, Maul rose, taking a step. He could already feel his teeth grinding against each other, his body convulsing, that all familiar agony of electricity tearing through cells.
“No, hurry.” Apprentice commanded, yet his limbs turned to cotton.
His boots skidded. Fall. Splash. His face submerged into the cold stream. Air got kicked out of his lungs.
Nails scarped against concrete, hand turning numb, falling into the water. His body snailed forward, only to stop a few seconds later.
Black dots formed in corners of his eyes, spilling out, staining his vision. The sting pulsed. Lead filled his legs, going further up his waist. His strength bled out from the same wound. The scorching grip on his hearts faded. Maul could hear their beating in his ears, silence stretching between every thud. The dark spread like puddles. The hand - the only thing left visible, now blurred. The flamelet dwarfed.
A faint voice cut through. It was young, soft, from such a distant past Maul thought it had died out already.
Please stop. A juvenile voice begged. I’m so tired.
“Tired.” It croaked out of his mouth.
There was no outrage against the plea, no scream that would deafen it. Maul could feel it - this exhaustion settled in his bones, remaining there so long it became a part of a structure now. This old, rotten structure, like the framing of an abandoned house. The bars creaked and groaned under pressure, some creaking from the gusts. One sway, one crack and it all collapsed, falling into the stream.
There was only a stream, the remains lifted by the currents. There were no praises, no punishments, no demands, just the water carrying what was left of him.
A sting fished him out of the tide. An iron grip snaked over someone’s wrist, pulse increasing under the pads of his fingers. His muscles were coiled, his back arched like of a predator. His teeth were bared in a snarl, air leaving through flared nostrils.
His vision swam, still murky. His eyes set on your face. An elusive figure basked in the light that fell from above. The warmth of your skin contrasted with the chill of his own.
“It’s okay. It’s okay.” Your voice trembled slightly as if you were the one shivering from the chill. “I’m trying to help you. Please let me go.”
His gaze fell on your hand in his grasp. The cloth now coloured in maroon pressed to the tearing.
“I hope you know what you are doing.” Young Zabrak hissed, his voice coming off hoarse. Each word felt like an ordeal of its own, stretching his vocal cords.
The spring trap weakened, hold faded. Yet even then his eyes stayed wide open, keeping watch on you, as you stitched up the cut. You worked with precision, your fluid movements, making his concentration falter.
“Who did this to you?” You spoke softly.
The Sith didn’t hurry to give you an answer. He could barely remember them, their faces, let alone their roles. Just another group of nonames getting in the way of the grander plan. Not worth his time, but they managed to get a number on him.
Corners of his mouth pulled downwards. Dissatisfaction was crawling up on the inside.
“They were..” Your patient rasped. “Of no great importance.”
A sweep, alcohol grazed tender flesh. Low growl left his throat.
“I’m sorry.” Your said, your voice echoed. His focus becoming dull with each second.
He laid his head to the side, forcing his eyes to stay open.
“You didn’t deserve it.” You stated. The string tightened, divided sides of flesh coming together.
Warmth spilled in Maul’s chest. It wasn’t just the feeling of having a conversation while someone was tearing him. Usually the droids would stay quiet, giving him pills and an instruction, each word calculated. It was the acknowledgement that struck the cord. Your words, so simple, so seemingly obvious to him, yet so rare.
A silent moment set between both of you. Zabrak once again caught himself watching you, your figure, your face. It was comely, not striking or anything, but it was charming in its own way. His mouth went dry, his hearts beating against his ribs.
“May I ask what your name is?” You murmured.
“Maul.”
You repeated his name, rolling it on your tongue.
“Just Maul?”
“Yes.”
“Hm.. a nice name, for a nice-looking guy.” You replied.
If only you knew, of all the violence, the pain, the filth hidden beneath. Yet at that moment he didn’t think too deeply on your comment. His mind felt sluggish.
“And yours?” He requested.
Your name left, bringing an unfamiliar sense of warmth which kept spreading through him as time went on. Blood rushed to his face whenever your hands slid against his abs, putting on patches, wrapping bandages on him. Your touch was feather-light, the feel of it made his muscles relax. The tepidness of your body, positioned so close to his, seeped into his skin, wrapping around him.
Whenever your gazes met, the sensation burned hotter in his chest, coming down to his stomach.
“Alright, it’s going to hurt.” You warned, but the stranger didn’t tense. When the liquid skimmed his skin, there was no burn, no bite. Maul didn’t question it at this moment. His eyes were glued on yours. Those eyes, they called for him, pulled him in.
The last patch was put on, your thumb brushing against his skin.
“I guess, I should leave you.” You stated, taking a step away from the bed. “I suggest you rest now.”
No, please, don’t leave so soon. A thought slithered. Maul sat up.
His hand found yours, pulling you back slightly. You turned, sitting back down on the bed. Meanwhile his fingers brushed higher, going up your arm, your shoulder, cupping your cheek. His hand moved further up, his fingers running through your hair as Maul leaned in. His body moved on his own, as if it was tugged by strings, his mind foggy. He wanted to feel your pulse once again, craved the feel of your warmth, the texture of your skin. He breathed in your scent, that heady aroma that couldn't be described with words. Was it sweet? Was it salty? Musky? Whatever it was it tasted good on his tongue. His breath ghosted your face, his eyes falling to your lips, snapping back at your eyes. He swallowed hard, his hearts thumping in his chest. A lopsided smirk played on your lips, your eyes lowered. You closed the distance. His breath hitched once your lips were a hair bead away from his. Your eyes closed, a permission given. One dip of a head and the distance got closed. Your lips, so soft, moved against his. His hand moved to the small of your back, pulling you in. The taste of you washed on his tongue. It was unfamiliar, yet pleasant. His free hand snaked around your waist, pulling you flush against him. He drank in on you, his movements becoming fast, erratic. The fire in the lower pit burned hotter. Suddenly your hand fell to the side. You pulled away. Your breath ghosted the shell of his ear as you chuckled. A mist spread through his head when he looked you in the eyes. His body felt weak as if he was drunk.
“That’s it.” You whispered, lowering yourself.
A smile spread on his lips as he lied back down.
“Go to sleep.” You cooed.
The mist thickened, darkened, his eyelids closed on their own, hand falling off your face. Your serene voice accompanied him through the dark.
Warm rays of the sun hit against his face, his eyes slowly opening. His vision cleared as he looked around the empty room. Slowly he rose from the bed. For some reason he was still in his robes, but the clothes had dried out. Confusion sparked, because from what he could remember, he was shirtless. His hand slipped underneath, finding its way to his torso. Except instead of feeling cotton or a bandage, his fingers found a jagged line of flesh.
Questions began to arise. They multiplied as he went from one empty room to another. There was no sign of you, no medkit lying around, not even a sticky note. What was left was a faint scent in the air. Once again no words came to mind when he tried to name it. Was it sweet? No, not really. Salty or musky, no neither. It was definitely not pungent.
“Strange.” He muttered to himself.
Buzz.
A holoprojector got fished out of a pocket. One unread message from Master.
I should hurry. Maul thought, putting the gadget back in and stepping out of the house.
The more he distanced himself, the more the events of the night began to fade. More blinds spots burned through, the more he attempted to remember. Your name slipped away like water through fingers. Recollection of your face only resulted in a blur. But Maul still felt the heat and his two hearts hammering against the cage of his ribs.
No matter. Zabrak thought, making his way back to the spaceship. After all, he was alive. The mission was coming to an end and he got what was needed of him. The cooling sensation from the artifact hidden under his cloak, made his side feel numb.
By the time he stepped back on Coruscant what remained of you was the feeling of warmth on his lips.
One question left him restless. Were you even real?
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a/n: big thank you of you have read up until this point. Hope you enjoyed it. I know I said I wouldn't be active until 11th of July, but here I am. Please don't be mad at me. Sorry if it's a bit too rushed. There was supposed to be a gif of him rising from the puddle, but I didn't find it.
Guys, I'm cooking up a fanfic with Jedi Maul and Sith reader for Maul appreciation week. So I won't be active until the 11th of July. Bear with me guys.
Like this post if you want to be tagged when I post this work.
Maul sees, Maul thinks, Maul wants. MAUL TAKES
made by @limousinecatblog (me) with adobe fresco
Guys I just tried weed for the first time. I don’t think I smoked that much. I drank tea and ate a little.
٠🔪ིྀ⭑ Yandere!Maul x reader who likes it - Part 2 ٠🔪ིྀ⭑
a/n: I’m writing the second chapter since it was requested by a person who enjoyed my work. @bloodmoon-bites hope you will enjoy this one.
Warnings: NSFW at the end(not descriptive), smut at the end, graphic descriptions of violence, blood, obsession from both sides, g/n reader, jealousy
w/c: 417
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Yandere!Maul who keeps a close eye on you even though you are at his side now
The reader who always feels giddy when they feel the fire of his eyes pressing down their back
Yandere!Maul who makes personal effort to keep you safe
The reader who likes being protected by him even when it results in violence
Yandere!Maul who feels jelous towards you whenever he sees you talking to a man and makes sure they stay away from you
The reader who feels the same way when Maul is talking to women and is itching to scare them away. Sometimes they succeed
Yandere!Maul who dreams of keeping you locked up, with you left only to himself
The reader who also dreams of that, but also wishes they could keep him locked up
Yandere!Maul who comes to you after mission, all bloodied and beaten
The reader who once again feels overwhelming awe and burning ache for him whenever that happens
Yandere!Maul who keeps thinking of you even during dangerous missions or important meetings
The reader who sends him a message during one of those meetings
Yandere!Maul who opens the message and sees a decapitated corpse of his enemy
The reader who stands in the photo, above the body, covered in blood
Yandere!Maul who can’t help but feel bewitched and excited when he sees you bloodied. Warmth blooms in his lower stomach
The reader who returns to the lair, still covered in gore, with a deranged look in their eyes and a smile that looks more like baring teeth
Yandere!Maul who feels his pants becoming tight at the sight of that
The reader who asks him if he liked their present
Yandere!Maul who admits his need that becomes mounting
The reader who confesses, feeling the same
Yandere!Maul who kisses you with hunger, tasting blood on his teeth
The reader who kisses him back even harder, slightly biting his bottom lip
Yandere!Maul who can’t take the heat anymore and decides to deal with the issue
The reader who embraces him and has sex with him in the shower while the blood rushes down the drain
Yandere!Maul who fucks you passionately, his mouth claiming you greedily. He leaves hickeys and love-bites, feeling metallic tang as he drags his tongue down your stomach getting closer to your core.
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P/s: sorry if it rhymes a little, hope you’ll still enjoy it.
@bloodmoon-bites
It’s finished ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶
sorry I didn’t include the dih i spent hours trying figure out how it would look…so I gave up. HOWEVER, in the future when i draw him again it WILL be included. Also going to make an X account to post more freaky drawings so be prepared! Bye! ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ
٠🔪ིྀ⭑ Yandere! Maul x reader who likes it ٠🔪ིྀ⭑
a/n: Just had this idea pop up in my head and decided to share it with you. I like the idea of the reader being crazy over him just as he is over them.
Warnings: Mention of murder, blood, kissing, Maul being obsessive, Maul being a stalker, g/n reader, reader being a freak.
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Yandere!Maul who became obsessed with you the moment he laid eyes on you
The reader who felt his eyes linger on them and instead of feeling fear liked the attention
Yandere!Maul who has been watching the reader ever since, learning their habits, their work schedule, down to the groceries they buy
The reader who quickly picked up on the fact that they are watched and feels flattered
Yandere!Maul who finds himself watching you through your window
The reader who now always keeps the blinds open so he can see them better
Yandere!Maul who once he finds out you had issues at work, gets rid of the coworker who has been getting on your nerves
The reader who is grateful that now they don’t have to see this guy, but also feels sick excitement knowing Maul has gone to such extent for them
Yandere! Maul who finds out that you owe debt to a gang and slaughters all of them
The reader who hears sounds of fighting coming from nearby
Yandere!Maul who stands before them covered in blood, eyes feral and wild from need to possess
The reader who feels rush of fear, awe and desire and can’t help but embrace him
Yandere!Maul who is on cloud nine from finally getting to touch you, slowly returning the hug
The reader who asks if he killed all of those thugs for them
Yandere!Maul who just nods in response, his eyes glowing with madness
The reader who just wants to get consumed by this madness, not being able to hold themselves back. Your hand brushes against his face
Yandere!Maul who feels your lips hovering above his and that crazed need in your eyes, leans in, giving you permission
The reader whose lips meet his, tasting the blood, feeling the heat of his body against theirs. Your body catching on fire
Yandere!Maul who felt ecstatic from the kiss, having to finally share this fire as he tastes you as he deepens the kiss
The reader who let him kiss them back with that hunger, wishing he could devour them
Yandere!Maul who whispers a confession to you saying how much he needs you by his side
The reader who was dying to hear those words and agrees to stay with him forever
Yandere!Maul who now can’t let you go no matter what
The reader who wants to thank Maul and has a present for him - a dead body of his enemy hidden in the basement
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p/s: let me know your thoughts on this dynamic and on this kind of posting.
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⊹₊ Maul Headcanons: Maul and sleep ⊹₊
a/n: had an idea for this post after I woke up and saw dreams.
Warnings: No Warnings, SFW, slightly angsty, fluff
w/c: 515
• Maul is a pretty light sleeper. He is aware that a threat could find him at any moment, even in his unconscious state, especially when he is the most exposed and defenseless. So any tiny noise can jerk him awake.
• He doesn’t sleep quite often, not only because he has many responsibilities, but because he is afraid.
• He is afraid of the torments that await him on the other side once his eyes are closed.
• He does anything in his power to avoid sleep as long as possible. He might even use some kind of stimulants to prolong his waking.
• Yet Zabrak ends up succumbing to it eventually.
• Usually you find him laying down on his desk or with his back leaning against the chair.
• You know how precious those times of rest are so you try to be as quiet as possible.
• Sometimes you even hesitate to drape a blanket over his shoulders out of fear of waking him up.
• Still you do it regardless because you don’t want your lover to get cold. His tunic, although it looks good on him, does little to warm him up.
• Sometimes you hear him mumble something in his sleep. It’s pretty rare for him to say something consistent.
• Once you even heard him giggle. That was pretty unexpected and you thought that he was awake. But his eyes were shut tightly and he wouldn’t answer you.
• You know about the night terrors and knew it would eventually happen.
• One night you heard his labored breathing, heard him whine his pleas and immediately knew what was going on.
• You somehow managed to shake him awake and once his eyes shot open he felt your hands encircling him.
• “It’s okay, my love.” You cooed in his ear, trying to sound as soft as possible. “It was just a dream. You are here with me, you are safe.”
• He didn’t answer you, his body still shivered against yours. Still he embraced you and laid his head on your shoulder.
• “Thank you.” He whispered back, his voice still raspy from sleep.
• Those weren’t just pleasantries. Maul really was grateful that you dragged him out of this dark place.
• You offered to make him some tea and you shared this special moment, although he was mostly quiet, still shook from events of the night.
• You don’t ask him what he sees in those nightmares because you know how desperately he wants to just forget about them.
• And whenever he does tell you, which happens once in a blue moon, you don’t press for details.
• You know he is quite vulnerable in those moments and don’t wish to hurt him or push him away.
• Usually on the day afterwards and the next night he stays awake, pretending as if nothing happened.
• A part of him wishes that you could save him. There is this foolish desire for you to somehow enter his dreams, take hold of his hand and take him away from all of this.
• But he knows it’s impossible. So he is content with you at least waking him up.
p/s: Check out the dividers! They are not mine though, all credit to the creator. I'm just new to Tumblr and it's my first time using them.:3
Demon maul and nun reader would def be cool.
Also I loved part 2 of maul and sinner reader 🫶
↜₍^ -༝-^₎†Demon Maul x Nun Reader†↜₍^ -༝-^₎
a/n: I got inspired to write a whole fanfic about those two where I go in detail about how you met and what happened. This is just a short(maybe not so short) draft? summary? Hope you will enjoy:3
Warnings: 18+, NSFW at the end, smut at the end, Maul being a tease, elements of power play/fear play, biting, ridged cock.
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• It all started with a car crash. One snap, one explosion of pain and you ended up in the dark place. A place where you got way too early.
• It was nothing like you were taught it would be. There was no terrain of fire, no wailings of the tortured, no demons with pitchforks. Well there was one. He stood tall, his dark robes billowing in the putrid air, blending with black coal of the sky that was pierced by towers of crimson.
• The moment those eyes of fire set on you, the hunt began.
• You remembered the dread that swam through your veins as you rushed through labyrinths of flesh. Distant howls reached your ears while the ever present shadow loomed over you. The cold that pressed on you couldn't be described with words.
• It was a miracle how you found your way back. Your stalker managed to get into an altercation with one of the creatures of this realm.
• The image of him pinning an abomination against the wall by its throat made you freeze. Terror mixed with awe and something else that made warmth bloom in your lower stomach.
• During this fight, a coin fell out of his pocket, you grabbed it, running away while he was busy fighting. You made your way to what seemed to be a train station, paid a conductor and got the the hell out.
• When you woke up in a hospital bed, it all felt so distant, like hallucination or a dream. That what you told yourself when you returned to the convent. You told yourself that you left it all behind.
• Except whoever you met at that wretched place had other plans. The moment this devil smelled your scent, tasted your fear, he had no intention of letting you go.
• Now every night you felt the cold slithering into your guts, whenever you were left alone among empty halls. Every now and then you saw a flicker of glowing yellow eyes staring back at you from the void.
• You dreaded it, your breath always hitched, your hands shooting for your rosary, prayers slipping your lips. But you couldn't hide from him, couldn’t hide from this traitorous heat between your thighs.
• You didn't admit it to yourself, but you wished he could lunge at you and fuck you like a common whore. You always brushed those thoughts away, telling yourself you wouldn't succumb to sin.
• But the dark was getting hungry with each day, becoming more and more suffocating. The jaws of shadows snapped that night.
• The moment your eyes closed, you felt something dragging you down.
• What came afterwards was the chase. Your heart beat in your throat, horror chained you, making your limbs weak and slow.
• You hid behind walls, stirring away from shadows that were willing to swallow you greedily. Each time thudding of his boots echoed closer, you cowered. And once again you felt that pulse beneath.
• You hid behind one of the dark corners. Your chest heaved, hand clasped over your mouth. For one rare moment you thought that the danger was gone and you allowed yourself a sigh of relief. That was a big mistake.
• The hands shot up from the dark, your back hit against the wall. Next thing you know your periapt fell to the floor along with the clothes.
• Maul was relentless, growling in your ear as he ravaged you. His ridged cock spread your walls, drawing moans from you.
• He was rough and harsh. He penetrated you deeply, hitting that sweet spot that made your head loll back.
• His fangs sank into the sensitive flesh of your neck. You yelped. Pain mixed with pleasure in a confusing cocktail of sensation.
• "You taste so good." Maul praised, running his tongue across the fresh bite mark, tasting your blood, your sweat. "I dreamed so long of savoring your terror."
• His praise ghosted the shell of your ear, the words were spoken with sincerity. Butterflies rose in your stomach. Your hand rested on the small of his neck while the other held onto his back.
• He fucked you like an animal, made you shiver and whimper beneath his frame. The wall of muscles with rivers of black was encompasing you completely.
• The heat took over both of you, your pleasure was mounting. His hands gripped your thighs with bruising force, your feet dangling in the air.
• "Please.. Please just let me kiss you." You breathed against his lips as your orgasm was closing in.
• "Getting needy are you?" Demon teased mid-thrust. "I knew you always had it in you." He whispered, leaning closer, going even deeper.
• Your head shot back, moan tearing out of your throat as hot flash penetrated your mind. He didn't slow his pace, fucking you through orgasm.
• This whole time his lips were a hair-bead away from yours. And whenever you leaned in, a shit-eating grin played on his lips and he would lean his head away from yours, thrusting harder, getting a scream out of you.
• When hot liquid finally filled you up, streaks of white stringing from his massive cock, only then Maul let go off you. You were left shaking against the wall. Your body slick with sweat was still aching with need.
• "Don't assume we are done." He smirked, slipping your chaplet into the pocket of his pants. "I will come and get my fill soon."
• Your eyes shot open, frustration clawed on the inside. The heat of his body still lingered on you, your core still pulsated.
• You cursed yourself for liking it, for wanting him, for needing to feel his lips against yours. This is not how a nun should be. You were meant to cast your Earthly urges aside, you were not meant to desire or enjoy something as lowly as that.
• But you couldn't deny the whims of your flesh. The whims that he awakened.
• That sly triumphant smirk that played on his lips as you pleaded for kiss still stood clearly in your mind, causing an itch only he could scratch.
• You sighed, rising from your bed, putting your habit dress before starting yet another day of servitude to Maker, pretending as if nothing happened. Except when your hand reached for the rosary on your bed-stand you felt nothing.
• You searched the whole room only to realize that it was gone. One question arose. Was it really a dream?
• Dull pain shot through your neck. You came up to the mirror, pulling down your collar. A bite mark stretched over your skin, flesh around it pinkish and prickly.
• "Bastard." You grumbled under your breath.
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PART 2 PART 2 PART 2
✟Priest Maul x Sinner! Reader✟
a/n: Ask and I shall deliver, here is part 2. Hope that you will enjoy it. Tagging @maulsbby since they asked for part 2 too. Go check out their works, they are pretty good. Also I wanna make either a fic or post on Tumblr about Demon Maul x Nun reader. Would you like to read one?
Warnings: 18+, NSFW, Religious imagery, Maul being obsessed and desperate, Maul being mean to reader, Masturbation, unholy fantasies, use of the term father, fem! reader, oral(m receiving), bondage.
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• Days passed. Ever since then Maul had been regurgitating your encounter in his head. Your image stood clear, your words playing in his head on repeat. Each time it happened, the irritation rose.
• The itch stung more and more no matter how hard he scratched.
• The Priest became obsessed with the idea of punishing you, of making you come correct. The influence of his fantasies became stronger at night, making it harder to fight them.
• During one of those nights Zabrak's hand slipped under the waistband of his pants. He bit back his moans as his hand went in rough fisting motions.
• What followed after the white flash of pleasure was a wave of hot shame, which quickly turned into flames of wrath. Wrath at himself for being so weak, wrath at you for tempting him down the path of sin.
• Each time it happened he whispered promises to you, promises of retribution.
• Maul dreamed of the day you would come, dreamed of the day of he would fulfill his promise. Luckily to him it happened that day.
• As he was preaching to the crowd, he saw your face. You stood in the dark corner, back leaning against a pillar. His hearts thudded in his chest, words getting stuck in his mouth.
• He cleared his throat and continued with the sermon, preaching about what a pious woman should be. Yet every time his eyes met with someone who didn’t meet any of the criteria one bit.
• When the crowd slowly began to fade, his eyes searched for you, but you were nowhere to be found. Was she even there? Am I seeing things? No, our eyes met, right?
• “That witch” He grumbled under his breath. Bitter stinging pain penetrated his hearts.
• The pain didn’t sooth up until late night when he was sitting in the confessional, killing time, knowing nobody would come. Until the doors creaked, a dark silhouette appeared on the other side.
• “What is your confession?” His voice was cold and measured. So deep, and low.
• “I’ve been to your sermon today.” A familiar voice from the other side called. Smooth like silk, it slithered into his mind. “I saw you looking at me.”
• His hearts were beating in his throat, thudding so loud, he thought even you could hear it.
• “Did you obtain any lessons from it?” Zabrak attempted to sound dry.
• “If I did, I wouldn’t be here.”
• He could barely see you in the dim light, but a shadow of a smirk caught his eye. His fists balled up, that smirk paired with your words was enough of a confirmation.
• “Then why did you come?” He spoke, trying to keep his anger at bay. Meanwhile he felt pulsating sensation in between his legs. Ire flared up even more.
• “You and I both know why, Father Opress. Or should I call you Maul?” Your disembodied voice spoke back.
• His head turned. How does she know my name?!
• When he saw your smirk turn into full blow grin, it all became clear. The priest was teetering on the edge, his rage getting the best out of him.
• “I’ve been watching you closely.” You breathed. "Couldn't get enough of your voice."
• “I don't think I should say it, but it made me feel hot.” You whispered your confession.
• It was a final straw. He stood from his seat. The door to the confessional swung open, his hands shot up.
• A confused yelp tore out as he suddenly picked you up, slinging you over his shoulder and dragging you through now empty halls of the church. Your fists hit against his back, profanities echoed, but Maul didn't care.
• Soon the trapdoor of the basement opened, darkness engulfing you both. He put you down on the cold stone floor, his hands worked swiftly with a rope. You screamed and fought to no avail. His fury was simmering beneath the surface at your attempts.
• He straightened up, his tall figure casting down a shadow.
• “What the fuck, man!?” You yelled.
• “Silence, you Devil!” He roared back.
• “Devil?! Are you-?! oh” Your eyes stopped at the bulge. Even though the black fabric was obscuring, you still managed to catch a print.
• Your laughter reverberated of the walls. He growled lowly. His teeth ground. How dare you?!
• “Fine, I’ll be your Devil.” You teased leaning back, smile playing on your lips.
• “Enough!” Maul growled. “You won’t tempt me to succumb to my lowly desires!”
• “You already did.” You mocked.
• That was it. His eyes burned with that dangerous spark, his teeth bared, nostrils flared. Silence settled over you two. Only thing you could hear was his labored breathing.
• “You asked for this.” He hissed. Pants unzipped. His cock got shoved all the way down into your throat. You almost choked on his girth. His fingers buried into your hair, gripping at the root, guiding you as he face-fucked you.
• Chokes and gasps slipped your lips as his pace quickened, your eyes shut tightly. He bit down his bottom lip, his grip tightening, his hips bucked. His huffs reached your ears as your mouth went across his length.
• It felt so good, your lips so soft, your drooling mouth so warm and wet. The warmth in his lower stomach turned into burning heat, becoming unbearable the more your lips slid up and down. His huffs reached your ears.
• His body shook beneath you. His jerks became rougher. The heat burned even hotter, his cock pulsating and so sensitive. His hips moved, his head lolling back as he was getting closer and closer to that sweet hot flash.
• Your moans got muffled, your nails dragging down his thighs. “That’s it, take it you demon.” Preacher spat as he was edging closer to orgasm.
• And then it exploded, he jerked your head forward, making you take him even deeper. Gurgle left your throat, your fingers digging into his thighs. His head raised. A moan tore from his throat. Hot liquid poured into your mouth.
• Fire burned in your core as you looked up, swallowing every drop of his seed.
• Maul pulled you back by the root of your hair, saliva stringing from your lips. His eyes were drunk with pleasure, his chest heaved as he shivered. Heat radiated off of him in waves.
• You smiled, running your tongue across his still hard cock. You felt a pulse as the tip of your tongue touched the vein.
• “Don’t get bold with me.” Maul retorted, looking down on you. “I’m not done yet.”
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P/s: There is going to be a part 3 since I got carried away. I quite enjoyed writing this.
