He was fear itself.
When you spotted him on your planet, you couldn't just watch. You were driven by fear, terror that had been planted within you for years. He was everything you never wanted to encounter. Yet, there he was.
You knew you couldn't let him be.
Against all odds, you chose to fight him.
You weren't a soldier, you weren't a fighter. Merely a guard who knew to handle a weapon. How could you be so mindless?
Easily, you were struck down.
In the face of death, you thought it was over. You felt all life drain from your conscious.
If only you knew that he was showing you mercy. And he wasn't going to get caught. The fear you felt...
...it ignited something within him.
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Introducing my fanfiction "Crown of Darkness", a Darth Maul X Female Reader story that is updated on AO3 EVERY SATURDAY.
The story plays in the year 18 BBY, one year after Order 66 and before the events of Maul — Shadow Lord.
This story was begun and planned before the show had come out and announced at all, which just so happens to take place in the year 18 BBY as well. It does contain parallels to contents of the show, since I am doing my best to stay as canon compliant as I can be in the confines of this story, but aside from Maul's background as a shadow leader of his crime syndicates, any actual overlaps to the happenings in the show would be coincidental, as I do not intend to actively work it into my story. (So no mentions of Icarus, Scorn or Spy Bot, sorry) Rook Kast doesn't appear in the fanfiction either, Maul is travelling on his own on a quest to retrieve ancient Sith artifacts and find forgotten and hidden Sith Temples. On his way, he comes across you, the reader, and finds himself challenged by you. You recognize him from tales and stories.
"Crown of Darkness" tells the story of how Maul finds something in you that he believed to be long gone — a reaction to him that reminded Maul of a version of himself he thought he no longer was, or no longer wanted to be. Fear. The way you approach and react to him intrigues him in ways he wants to explore, so he captures you and takes you along a journey neither of you had planned. Reverence is what he is after and he needs you to give it to him. You no longer serve yourself. You serve him. Maul has his ways to convince you that this will be the only way, the only purpose you need to fulfill, if you wish to live. Your defiance is merely a challenge to him. Maul always wins.
This story stays true to his character, facing his weaknesses and strengths, which all culminate into this corroded, fierce and ruthless being, broken by its chains, corrupted by its past and fully consumed by the dark side of the force. The story deals with physical violence, emotional manipulation, shameless smut whenever he sees fit, as well as very slow burning manipulative romantic development and him struggling with his identity and desires. He wants you. But in what way? To what extent does he desire you? What lengths will he go to keep up this strange arrangement? What matters more to him is that you want him too.
The story is riddled with smut and other nsfw interactions, exploring different territories at that. Smut is my passion (to write). I will do anything to prevent a sex scene from reading like it only lasted 40 seconds or 3 minutes at best.
There is no use of Y/N. He either "says your name" or doesn't.
As the story continues, arcs begin and end. Old acquaintances resurface and pry their way into your fate, as well as new characters will be invented for this story in the future. This is a looong fic with a clear ending in mind that is set in stone and only needs to be reached when the time is right. The story will continue with the flow and eventually end, but, truthfully, it probably won't in this year.
I will only ever upload the fanfiction on Archives of Our Own, but I will be active in the community on this platform (Tumblr) and probably post teasers for chapters every now and then.
Any kind of feedback is always much appreciated ;)
Quickly wrote this after waking up too early and not being able get back to sleep 😅
Pairing: Maul x AFAB!Reader
Word count: 645
Rating: 18+
Themes: Reader tries to dom but fails, under the desk blowjob, cum swallowing
Maul is at a holo meeting with a couple of other syndicate heads. You walk in and notice, a devious smile spreading across your lips. He pays no attention for the time being as he is deep in conversation about shipment times and expected profits. Suddenly he feels something brush up against his groin, you have snuck your way under the table and caught him by surprise. His face shows no trace of it though. Your hand greedily splays over him, gently petting at his sleeping length that doesn’t take long to react to your touch.
His breath briefly hitches as that familiar aching heat begins to steadily burn within him but he quickly resumes his speech. Thoughts start to race within his mind and it takes all his willpower to not look down at you, to admire you at his knees as you help yourself to him.
Once you feel him become semi-hard, you decide to free him from the confines of his clothing, taking the head eagerly into your mouth and lapping around the smooth edge. You hear the leather of his gloves creak as his hands grip onto the sides of his chair in an attempt to maintain his composure. His voice, somehow, stays level as he details mundane things such as schedules for crew members and their expected tasks.
Your eyes cheekily narrow up at him, determination sparkling within them and your tongue continues to glide around the head, occasionally sliding back and forth over the tip which makes his leg gleefully twitch. You begin to work your hand up and down his now fully erect shaft, starting slow, your fingers moving with grace, caressing his synth skin with delicate care, enjoying the feeling of how responsive he is to your touch.
As your movements begin to hasten, you hear his breathing become heavy, his legs start to lightly quiver and his voice now wavering, struggling to maintain its usual, steady tone.
You wickedly grin, maintaining your actions, hoping to have him finish while still in the middle of his meeting, it sent a rush of heat to your abdomen at just the thought of making him come apart in front of such a powerful audience.
Abruptly, you notice the words from above fall silent, not realising Maul had requested his receivers to hold momentarily while you were too caught up in your own bliss. You suddenly feel his hand grip firmly around the underside of your jaw, his eyes now finally upon you, freezing you in place with their fierceness.
“Open your mouth” he commands in that silky, serious tone.
You quickly obey, your mouth releasing him before falling open so he could position the tip over your tongue, his hand now working his shaft as his golden gaze continues to pierce into yours from above. Your eyes never leave his as he reaches his peak. You feel hot, thick streaks of white paint your tongue and the inside of your mouth. Your ears delight in his now uninhibited sounds of pleasure, stoking the fire between your thighs and you couldn’t help but grind against your fingers to alleviate some of the aching pressure.
You feel his grip loosen from around your jaw, his thumb briefly brushing up some stray fluids from your lip before easing it into your open mouth. His hypnotising gaze ordering it to close which you waste no time in doing. You gulp him down before lustfully sucking at his thumb that lingers between your lips and he smirks at your obedience. He gently pulls it from you with a wet pop and then places his hands on yours to pull you up into his lap, kissing you deeply, taking in the taste of himself on your lips.
“I almost had you,” you moan against him.
“Maybe next time, my sweet,” he purrs back at you.
summary: maul's attemps to go down on you keep getting thwarted
cw: pwp
word count: 2323
a/n: i wrote this because im ovulating and miss my girlfriend and needed to get this out of my system (she's taking a nap and i dont want to wake her up.) this is just cute, pwp. enjoy!
It starts at breakfast.
You're sitting on the counter eating a piece of fruit in a pair of shorts and an oversized t-shirt. The clothes are stained and mottled with moth-bitten holes — some of the least attractive pieces of fabric that you own. They should not be a problem for a grown man who has seen you naked hundreds of times.
Maul walks in the kitchen, his robes on but loose at the waist. His tired eyes instantly sharpen into focus the moment they land on your bare legs.
"Morning," you say.
"Mm."
He crosses the room, parting your knees with his hands, his mouth on your neck while you chew on the fruit.
"It's eight in the morning."
"I am aware of the time."
"I'm eating breakfast."
"I am not stopping you." Maul mouths down your neck to your collarbone, thumbs sliding underneath the hem of your shorts to trace the crease where your thighs meet your hips. "I want to taste you."
Your cheeks flush. "Right now?"
"Now."
You gasp as he drops to his knees and presses his lips between your thighs. Warm, calloused fingers tug at the waistband of your shorts, pulling them over your ass just as the comlink on the counter chirps. Maul freezes for a moment, then continues to yank your shorts down. The comlink chimes again.
"It's the priority channel," you sigh.
"Ignore it."
"Maul, it could be—"
He closes his eyes when it chirps a third time. Maul stands, pulls your shorts back up, and hits the comlink with a force that nearly knocks it off the counter.
"What?"
It's Rook's voice, informing him that a shipment has been intercepted and she needs reroute instructions. Maul responds in clipped sentences, his hands still on your thighs, dangerously close to where you need him the most.
For nine minutes, you eat your fruit, and watch in amusement as Maul's annoyance increases with every passing minute. Nine minutes of logistics, route alternatives, and the logistics of those route alternatives weigh on any man, even the ones who aren't currently hard.
The call ends. Maul tilts his head to the side while you lick the remnants of the sticky fruit from your thumb.
"Where were we again?" he asks.
"I was finishing my breakfast."
"That is not what I—"
The comlink chimes again; a contact from Crimson Dawn he has been waiting to hear back from. Maul answers it while you slide down from the counter, "accidentally" brushing up against his cock as you do so. He glares at you while you leave the kitchen, and you blow him a kiss.
Second attempt: 1100 hours.
You're in the common room reading on the couch, legs stretched out and draped with a throw blanket. You switched out the ratty t-shirt for an oversized hoodie, but kept the shorts on because the laundry was in the wash. Not because you wanted to drive Maul insane. You would never do such a thing.
He walks through the hallway, heading towards the cockpit. Or he is, until he spots you. Maul kneels at the end of the couch, hands sliding underneath the blanket to wrap around your ankles. You yelp as you're unceremoniously yanked to the edge of the couch, both hoodie and shorts riding up underneath you.
"Maul!"
"I finish everything I start." He rests your legs on his shoulders. "Did you forget or shall I remind you?"
"I'm reading!" You try to sound indignant, but can't stop giggling at how earnest Maul looks.
"Read later." His hands slide underneath the hem of your shorts and press right into your clothed cunt—
The cockpit door slides open. Devon walks out, focused on whatever she was scrolling through on her datapad. Maul's hands leave your body so fast that a rush of cool air hits your legs. He's standing three feet from the couch, hands clasped behind his back before Devon's boot hits the corridor. You pull the blanket back over your legs.
"Have you translated the scroll from the temple yet?" he asks, voice the definition of composed.
Devon looks up at him, then over at you, then back at Maul.
"Yes," she says. "I finished it yesterday."
"Good. Write an analysis on what you read ur-Kittât. I expect it this evening."
She narrows her eyes, eyes flicking between you and Maul again. You smile and Devon makes a face.
"Am I interrupting something?"
"No," Maul says.
"Because it looks like—"
"You are not interrupting anything. Go write the analysis. Dismissed."
Devon rolls her eyes as she leaves the room and Maul lets her get away with it. You yank your hoodie back down and adjust your shorts back into place.
"That was close," you say.
"I had the situation under control."
You raise an eyebrow. "I think you left control in the bed this morning."
Third attempt: 1400 hours
You're in the cargo bay sorting through supply crates because something on this ship has to get done today and it clearly isn't going to be you. The ur-Kittât assignment should keep Devon occupied for hours, and Rook is planetside running errands. The ship is quiet.
You're bent over a crate, counting the rounds of ammunition, when Maul's hands envelop your hips.
"I have been trying," he mumbles against the back of your neck. "To get my mouth on you since this morning."
A shiver runs down your spine "I've noticed."
"Six hours." Maul's palm slips into the front of your shorts. "Two interruptions. My patience wears thin."
Heat climbs to your cheeks. "Maul, we're in the cargo bay—"
"Devon is occupied and Rook is on the surface." He pulls your hips back against him, cock hot and heavy against your ass. "We are alone."
You worry your lip between your teeth. Six hours of failed attempts have worn on you too, evidenced by the fresh panties you changed into after Maul's stint on the couch. And well, if no one else is around…
"Fine. But if someone—"
The bay door alarm blares; exterior hatch doors sliding open with a high, metallic creak. Maul's forehead drops to the back of your skull, hand retreating from your shorts. You quietly mourn the loss of his touch.
Rook's voice crackles from the intercom: "Returning from the surface."
You snort as Maul curses in a string of creative Huttese.
"She's early," you hum.
"Rook is always early." Maul hisses into your hair. "She is terribly efficient. I am considering granting her mandatory leave."
You pat his hand sympathetically and step away just as Rook enters the cargo bay carrying two supply crates. She nods at both of you. Her gaze flicks to Maul's hands, which are now clasped rigidly behind his back; to the flush on your neck; to the state of the supply crate you were supposedly sorting, which is no more organized than it was an hour ago.
Rook begins unpacking without comment.
"I'll be in the cockpit," Maul says, then leaves with his shoulders drawn tight and forward. You suppress a smile.
Rook pops the lid off of one crate and looks at you with a raised brow.
"Any trouble?" she asks.
"He's just stiff today, is all," you say.
Rook's expression does not change. She goes back to unpacking. You go back to sorting.
Fourth attempt: 1700 hours.
You step out of the refresher, hair damp, hoodie clinging to your skin, when Maul is on you with a searing, desperate kiss. He walks you backward until your shoulders hit the corridor wall, shoving his knee between your legs and grinding against your cunt.
"Bedroom," Maul says against your mouth. "I have locked our door and disconnected the comlink. Devon is still working on the assignment. Rook forgot something and has gone out to retrieve it."
"Mm, did she actually forget something?" You giggle.
He ignores your question. "Eight hours." Maul grabs your hand and pulls you towards the bed. "And I have accomplished nothing because you are a distraction—"
All of the lights in the ship die at once, blanketing the two of you in total darkness.
"Uh-"
"The batteries," Maul says, flatly. "I was supposed to change them this afternoon."
"And what were you doing instead?"
"Attempting to eat you out in the cargo bay."
The backup generators kick on with a whine, giving you the gift of seeing the misery on Maul's face. You fail spectacularly at trying to conceal your laugh, and the side-eye he gives you doesn't help.
"Go fix it," you say. "I'll be here when you're done."
Maul kisses you — a hard, three second promise he intends to keep. Then he's gone, and you're left in the bedroom, mocked by the dim, amber emergency lights.
2300 hours
You give up. The main power has been restored, but Maul informs you the ship's throttle body is clogged, and would likely stall next attempt at take-off if it isn't clean. It is clear that the universe has spoken and the message is: not today. So you cocoon yourself in the bed, the holoprojector playing a movie you've been meaning to watch for weeks.
The movie is twenty minutes in when Maul steps through the door. He dips into the refresher and runs the sink, then emerges a moment later, shirtless and flicking water off of his hands.
"The batteries have been changed and the throttle body is clean." The mattress dips where he sits beside you.
"I heard."
"The comlink is off and I locked the door."
"Mm."
"Devon went to bed an hour ago. Rook is in her quarters."
"Maul, I'm watching a movie."
He pushes the blanket aside, then slowly traces his fingers up your calf, behind your knee, and along the inside of your thigh. "You can keep watching."
"I can't keep watching if you're going to—"
He brushes the hem of your shorts and traces along the edge, head tilted to the side.
"If I am going to what?"
You make a face at him. "You know what."
"I don't. Tell me." His fingers slide underneath the leg of your shorts and splay across your hip. "What am I going to do?"
"You're going to—" Your breath hitches as Maul's thumb dips into the crease of your thigh. "You're going to distract me."
"Am I distracting you?"
"Not yet."
"Mm." He hooks one finger under the hem and drags it an inch up your thigh. "How about now?"
You keep your eyes stubbornly on the projector. "I'm focused on my movie."
"What's it about?"
"There's a plague—" Maul bunches up your panties and tugs them hard on your clit. "D-discovered. On a ship."
"What kind of ship?"
"A- an abandoned one."
"Mm. Fascinating." Maul throws the blanket off of you, hand retreating from your shorts in favor of parting your thighs. "I want to hear more about this plague on the ship."
"I can't tell you if you're—"
Your protest is completely undermined as you lift your hips so he can yank your shorts off. Maul settles between your thighs, hooking your knees over his shoulders, his breath hot against your pussy through your thin, damp underwear.
"The plague."
"What?" you breathe.
"You were telling me about the plague discovered on a ship." He mouths you through the fabric, and your hand shoots out to grab one of the pillows. "Continue."
"The ship is—it was aban—" Maul pushes the fabric aside with his thumb and licks you in one slow pass. "I don't know, stars…"
Maul raises his brows. "You have been watching for twenty minutes, have you not?"
"Yeah, and you ruined it."
"I haven't done anything yet." He drags his tongue over your cunt again, this time slower. You whine, and grind your hips into his mouth.
"This is nothing," he continues. "I have had twelve hours to plan what I intend to do to you."
"Maul…"
He looks up at you between your thighs, mouth already wet. The lights from the holoprojector dance across his horns, and his golden eyes glow bright even in the shadow.
"I have been interrupted four times today," Maul growls. "And I intend to make up for the lost time."
Twelve hours of frustrated want pours through his tongue in sustained, focused strokes. He licks you with a flat tongue that parts your folds, easing the pressure right as he passes over your clit. It isn't until you're shaking and begging in pathetic mewls that Maul finally draws your clit into his mouth and circles it with his tongue.
"Maul—" Your hand finds the back of his head, fingers pressing into his crown. "Right there, don't—"
Two of Maul's hot, thick fingers stretch you open, curling against the spongy spot inside you. The movie plays, characters having a conversation you'll never understand. It's violent, apparently. Someone screams, and you don't know if it's a character or you, because you're suddenly cumming on Maul's mouth. He doesn't let up — sucking your clit and pinning your hips down with one arm as you thrash.
"St-stop. Too much…" you whine.
He pulls back slightly, a thread of spit connecting his lips to your pussy. Withdrawing his fingers from you, Maul pops one into his mouth, then leans up to give you the other. You happily take his slick finger into your mouth, moaning at your own taste.
"I waited twelve hours for that," Maul says, voice low and raspy. "And I am not done."
You groan and place gentle kisses to his fingers. "But I wanted to watch the movie…"
"Tell me one character's name."
Your mouth opens, then closes, and Maul smirks at you.
"That's what I thought." He eases himself between your legs again. "I'll stop when the credits roll."
The movie has an hour and a half left.
You're not going to make it.
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Wouldn't it be nice to have the sadness just fucked from you? 😌
Originally had the idea for this on a low day, so decided to sketch it out and eventually tidy it up. Really like the thought of Maul being keen to ''help'' during one of those down moments. ☺️
I made an alternative version with a more blissful expression since I wasn't sure if I was going to post the ''sad'' version originally but eventually settled on posting both.
Also the skin showing below Maul's shirt is meant to be synth flesh, I didn't know whether it would appear tattooed or not. I assume he wouldn't have had the time to do it, so I left it bare, no pun intended!
I do enjoy your works on how, mainly Maul or Savage, can be manipulative and how that plays into their relationships; there’s no denying they would have their issues. But i’d absolutely love to read about a reader who just.. does NOT take any of the nightbrother’s shit — if they are acting particularly bad I mean.
Like, I remember reading your headcannons for Maul’s jealousy, the one with him locking the reader in their room, and just going “…What if I just went out the window”
Something like that would be hilarious I feel, and I think it would the fun to see how they react to someone with a bit more of an independent spirit and/or emotional intelligence.
Maul when he tries to lock you inside your room but you jump out the window
note: I usually keep the reader neutral to the crazy shit nightbrothers do, for the sake of just seeing the nightbrothers doing crazy shit without being interrupted lol but this is a wild turn I love it!
Maul slams the door behind him and waits on the other side. He leans against it, already getting hard, bulge pressing against the cold metal door, waiting, anticipating your first sob, that shaky little breath, the couple of tears finally rolling down your cheeks. But boy, is he in for a surprise.
At first, there’s only silence. Then, suddenly, the energy shifts. He can no longer feel your fear or sadness through the Force. There’s only… rebellion?!
Maul’s eyes widen as he hears loud thumps towards the direction of the window. He already knows what you’re about to do.
The door swings open.
“Are you out of your senses?? We are three stories up!”
You don’t answer. You simply look at him, and there’s nothing but disinterest in your eyes. You’ve had it with his bullshit. You’re already standing on the edge of the window frame, one hand braced against the wall. All you do is shrug before letting go and throwing yourself toward the nearest balcony.
But before you can reach it, Maul’s hand catches your jacket. He yanks you back with a firm pull, dragging you against him.
“Don’t be stupid, pet,” Maul rasps against the back of your ear.
His arms snake around you, gripping you tightly. It’s as if he’s been scared half to death. His hearts pound violently against your back, so strong and loud that you can feel every beat, as though some enormous beast is trapped beneath his chest.
“I’m not stupid.” You dig your nails into both of his hands, gripping them and trying to pull them away from yourself, but Maul doesn’t budge.
“No? Explain to me, then. What exactly do you think will happen when you jump down there? Do you think you’ll get far?”
His hand shifts higher, curling around your throat and pressing there tightly.
“Do you think… you’ll finally be rid of me?”
Maul turns you around in his hands to face him, both of you still half hanging out of the window. He holds you by the front of your shirt now. You grab at his wrists, furrowing your brows as you glance back down. It sucks hanging halfway out of a window with your back toward the ground, but you refuse to give him the satisfaction of seeing you scared.
“Is that what you want, pet? You want to be free?”
One of his hands drifts up to your face. His eyes flick from yours down to where his fingers brush against your skin, just beside your lips.
“This isn’t you, love… They’ve gotten to you.”
“What?” You immediately snap back at him. “No one’s gotten to me. I have my own thoughts.”
Maul hisses,
“I could have killed them, you know… all of them. But I didn’t!” He swallows hard. “I spared all their insignificant lives for you… I refrained. I even- “
“You want credit for not murdering my friends and family!?”
His eyes widen at you, and he eases back in disbelief.
“That’s rich. Wow. Thank you, Lord Maul. You refrained from killing the people I care about. That’s such a grand gesture! Can’t find a guy like that these days anywhere, y’know?”
Maul scoffs. “Alright, then… have it your way.”
He lets go of your jacket, sending you falling, and slamming the window shut. But as soon as it closes, he rushes to the glass, desperately searching below for any sign of where you landed.
He can’t see from up there.
But you’ve managed to grab onto another fence and climb your way down somewhat safely. You still have to jump down from around a meter and a half, though, and you land badly on your knee, splitting it open.
“That must’ve hurt like a bitch.”
A low, raspy voice startles you from behind. You roll yourself over and push up onto your elbows, looking up to find Icarus standing there against the wall, holding a cigarette and lighter.
“Need a hand?”
He pauses, looking down at you and giving you a moment to respond. But you only back away, somehow getting hold of a nearby wall and scrambling yourself up against it.
“Fine…” he shrugs, flicking his lighter again and lighting his cigarette before taking a deep inhale.
“I take it you two lovebirds had another fight, huh?”
“I don’t wanna talk about it.”
Icarus simply nods, seemingly lost in thought, almost as if he’s scanning you. He throws his cigarette to the ground and slowly steps toward you.
“Hey, back up.” You lift your hand at him, and he stops.
“Relax… just wanna check your knee.”
Maul can’t quite make out what the two of you are saying. The distance and the glass muffle your voices until they’re little more than indistinct sounds, and from where he stands, he can’t quite see you properly either. A low growl rumbles in his throat, frustration twisting inside him, he’s angry, angry with himself, angry with you, angry that he cannot be there. Cannot lick your knee better. Cannot taste your blood mixed with the dust and concrete, that salty bitterness carrying the sharp reminder of your pain.
He wants you here. On his bed. Your injured knee within his reach…
Maul caresses your thigh, his tongue pressed flat against your wound, his eyes falling closed as he simply tastes it, lingering there as though he could somehow make it better.
“You never should’ve jumped… I never should’ve let go… damn you… stupid pet. If only you’d stayed here, safe… in my quarters.”
Maul slowly grips tighter around your thigh, his nails digging into your flesh, to the point where thin lines of blood are left behind, he locks his hand around your bruised knee, gripping there tightly.. oh.. so so tightly, if he holds tightly enough… just enough for your bones to snap and crackle inside.. enough for you to not be able to leave this bed.
“Maul.. you’re hurting me” you cry out, your hands pushing at his shoulders “shhhh it will be over soon love” Maul shushes you, his other hand reaching up and pressing across your mouth. He grips tightly around your knee, still sobbing against it, pressing his face to the bruise as his fingers tighten harder and harder until he hears a tiny crack beneath them, the bone finally beginning to buckle under his grip.
A loud, piercing scream echoes through the room, soon giving way to the soft, muffled sobs against his chest. Maul holds you close, his voice low and steady.
“It is done, love… you’re safe now. With me.”
Maul moans and pants, talking to himself, his words coming out in broken pieces between little whimpers as he strokes himself. His face is almost flush with the surface, eyes wide and fixed desperately on you, searching for even the smallest glimpse of your bloody knee through the distance between you.
One of his horns digs painfully against the glass, keeping him from getting a better angle. His frustration builds until his entire body tenses, jerking himself off frantically. Maul pushes against the glass harder, his horn grinding into the surface until the pressure finally makes it crack.
For one moment, everything is completely still except for his harsh breathing and the faint, trembling sounds coming from him while still stroking himself off, spattering his cum across the fractured glass.
“Damn you..” he breathes.. his voice breaking into a rough whisper.
Jealous bf!maul x independent!reader In the following days - headcanons
Jealous bf!Maul spends the next five days locked inside that room. He’s waiting for you to walk back through that door, apologizing to him, but you’re just… gone. Maul traces the cracks across the window with his fingers, remembering the way you looked down there, trying to picture your face, trying to imagine how you looked when you were hurting, and how you looked as you were leaving him. He stands there staring down at the spot where you landed, eyeing the concrete where you split your knee, wondering if there’d still be any blood there.
Jealous bf!Maul shatters everything around the room you shared. He swings his lightsaber, slashing through the curtains and black silk sheets, ripping through the leather couch and all of your precious things. The only things left untouched are your clothes. They still hang neatly in the closet, still smelling exactly like you. Maul finds himself kneeling there, his head tipped back as the edges of your soft robes dangle just over his face, slightly brushing against his skin, teasing him, tempting him. Just the way you used to. He sobs there, gripping one of the sleeves and digging his face into it, trying to muffle his screams and shouts against the fabric.
“Why… why would you let these people get between us like that?? WHY are you making me do this?!”
Jealous bf!Maul carefully plans your death. He won’t let you get away with this.
“No one walks away from me like that,” he growls to himself as he paces the room. “That pretty little face of yours won’t help you this time.”
He keeps threatening and scolding, and yet there he is, still not making his move, still locked inside your room.
Jealous bf!Maul finally decides to make a move. His gangsters told him you’re vulnerable, that something happened and you’re weak. He quickly grabs his coat and saber, storming out of the base. Every step is determined. He moves fast, like an unforgiving force, heading straight toward the location where you were last seen.
The moment he catches sight of you, he stops in his tracks.
He hides behind a nearby vehicle, staring at you from the shadows. You’re crouching down, crying softly. Quite frankly, you’re broken. You miss him, but he hurt you and literally threw you out the window. You’d rather die than see him again. But that doesn’t change the fact that you’re heartbroken.
Maul watches in confusion. He doesn’t quite understand why you’d be crying. For the last two weeks, he’d been imagining that you were happy without him, finally free of his burdens, free to do whatever you wanted. He’d been plotting his revenge for your betrayal…
And there you were…Sad and crying.
Maul steps out from the shadows, pulling his saber out. As it casts a red glow across you, you look up and see him. Maul opens his mouth to tell you that you’re done, but then he sees your huge, teary eyes, the softness of your cheeks, your hair… the way you’re hurting. And the only thing that leaves his mouth is: “What’s wrong?”
Jealous bf!Maul keeps following you from that point on, whether you like it or not. It’s clear to him that you’re angry, and that he won’t get his way out of this with words like he usually does. But he just can’t help it. He cannot be apart from you any longer.
He walks about ten steps behind you and stays at that distance at all times. You ignore him, hang out with your friends, go to work, do whatever you need to do, never paying any mind to the shadow that follows you.
At night, you usually slam the front door in his face… but tonight, you leave it slightly pushed open.
Maul stays there on the doorstep, the light from inside your house caressing the side of his face like the softest little touch of hope, and he takes it like it’s everything he’s ever wanted.
“There is yet hope,” he whispers to himself as he tilts his head, hoping to catch a glimpse of you.
Jealous bf!Maul ruins everything again the next day because he gets impatient and sends Nightbrothers to get you for him. Except they never actually manage to kidnap you. They’re clunky and loud, you can always tell when they’re coming, and you easily slip out of their reach.
When they come back without you, Maul literally loses his shit, to the point where Feral sneaks out and reaches out to you.
“Please… you gotta work it out somehow… he’s becoming unbearable.” Feral tries to reason with you as you pour him a cup of tea.
“Listen… I can’t go back to him just because he’s throwing tantrums. We’re done, I’m sorry.”
Jealous bf!Maul manages to get your forgiveness somehow in the end, but on your own terms when you are ready.
Look at this comic frame. Let me tell you why it's peak Maul. First of all, he's kneeling, and not just regular kneeling, he's submitting. Look at how he has laid his saber at his master's feet. He has placed himself next to it, offering himself as a weapon to be wielded. This is Maulcore.
Secondly. Look at the part of his waist where his sides disappear into the high waist of the trousers. Look at how thin the material is. Do you think it's silk-like? What would it feel like to run the tips of your fingers down his rough skin down to the edge of the slippery material. Would he flinch? Would he gasp?
Look, if you will, at the wonderful symmetry of his back and shoulder tattoos. How everything is streamlined, perfect in motion as well as stillness, only the subtle shadows betraying the outlines of the bulging muscles covered in black ink.
He's where he wants to be. Bowing, offering himself, ready for a strike or a caress alike. He's put himself on display to be treated as you please.
Let's explore what it would feel like to keep this gift in chapter 2 of my fic "A home lost" on AO3
Posting all the pics I took to help with drawing Icarus in case anyone else would like to use them <3
I turned the brightness and contrast up for a lot of them so I could see his markings and clothing detail more clearly.
i think the key difference between george lucas’s star wars and disney’s star wars is that lucas is a man with an ideology. someone with a point of view, and all that entails. which comes with ideas of revolution, anti-imperialism, challenging the status quo, cultural appropriation and racist stereotypes. complex and contradictory ideas because that’s how artists are: complex and complicated people. disney is not. disney is a corporation. a corporation can’t have ideology, because ideology defeats the purpose of profit. and when the only thing you do is to turn on the movie manufacturing machine before you sit down and plan what ideas are you trying to convey to the audience, then your results are going to be washed out corporate garbage. and because when you’re a giant corporation who only cares about selling to the widest audience possible, you can’t take sides. you can’t decide on an idea. because you want to sell your product to people who are on the entire political spectrum. which results in movies without ideology, without purpose, without soul.
I have been looking for this post for years after I came across it and it’s finally here and I need to reblog this because it is absolutely and entirely accurate.
#as I always say: lucas was making a samurai film and a ww2 flying ace film and a western film and adding laser swords#because he fundamentally LIKED samurai films and dambusters films and westerns and 40’s adventure serials#but disney are making a ‘star wars film’ and adding nothing because it already had laser swords and they have nothing else to say#xerox of a xerox baybeeeee (via harrietvane)
As much as I love Maul in The Shadow Lord, especially his voice and his eloquence, I just can't get over the way he's drawn in the comics. Don't get me wrong, the animation in the show is superb, the lighting, the fights, but when it comes to his aesthetic as a character, there's no comparison.
1. He's topless half the time and is generally meatier.
I do love how age has shrunk Maul in The Shadow Lord, but you just can't beat the fact that half the time the opponents just slash away his tunic in the comics! HIs proportions are close to perfect imo
2. Adjacent but his outfits are chef's kiss. It's my personal taste but the high collars and anything resembling a Mamianqun (马面裙) on a man with with a thin waist makes me bark.
3. We get to see him wearing a muzzle gas mask
4. Bonus because I can't shut up. His hands get more screentime
Comics sources: Darth Maul (2017); Age of Republic - Darth Maul (2000); Darth Maul - Death Sentence (2012)
This is an excerpt from Chapter 24 of my Fanfiction "Crown of Darkness", called "Peaceful sleep". Find the whole chapter on AO3.
You, the reader in this story, have been kidnapped by Maul. Over time, you have gotten used to each other and Maul has managed to manipulate you into staying with him. Aside from having indulged himself in sexual activities with you before, he has also started to train you in combat and therefore bruised your body all over throughout the past few days of intense training. After yet another day of excessive training, you have fallen asleep and Maul had simply brought something into your chambers.
Respectfully, enjoy.
Finally, as he turned away after having completed the duty of his offer, ready to resign and rest himself, he looked upon you. His movement halted at the peaceful view; your body was sprawled out across your mattress in a repercussion of exhaustion, maybe weakness after a day of hard training. Your blanket seemed to have been shuffled away involuntarily and now left you bare. Maul's eyes rested on you. It wasn't the peace your slumber appeared to constitute or the vulnerability which you presented to him that kept his attention on you for longer than he needed. No.
It was the circumstance that you were naked.
The Sith Lord wasn't fazed. He had seen you bare before; the sight of your nudity alone did not cause his own body to fall victim to his lust. But, still, he couldn't look away.
She must have not cared to dress up in any sleeping garments, Maul assessed.
His eyes trailed across the colorful skin on your body with a lightness that gained a certain depth, turned heavy slowly with a hunger that was ever growing. It seemed silly to him to not only feel, but even allow the lure of your bare skin alone, but he couldn't look away. Though, it wasn't merely your nudity that hindered him at turning away.
Maul approached your bed quietly and watched your body from a closer distance.
This bruising, he thought. Such intricate patterns.
He reached out two of his fingers to gently graze across one of the bigger bruises on your ribcage, right next to your sternum and underneath your breast. Your body didn't react much to the touch as it was too shut down to even perceive such light sensations. Maul felt a spark set off within him, one he recognized and knew. He found a beauty in your injuries that excited him. Your bruising painted your naked body in colors that seemed to spell out his name. They were his marks on your body, a consequence to his proven dominance over you. Maul touched you again, this time another bruise.
"Delightful," he whispered, watching your skin cover itself in goosebumps at his longer touch this time.
There was no sadism within the man, no intention to hurt you in this moment. Yet, a growing need inside of him threatened to become impossible to let go of, as he felt his lust being utterly provoked by the perverse liking he took to the evidence of his violence, his mistreatment of your frail form. He almost believed these bruises to be calling for him, the display of which a truly euphoric sight to him, unexpectedly so. They gave him a sense of ownership, accompanied by a privilege to touch you, to claim you that he came to believe to possess.
His hands soon began traveling your skin continuously, touching you ever so gently as to not awaken you. Maul's eyes couldn't stop admiring you, he found such enticement in your unconscious, bruised body. He had done this to you, he had hurt you and brought you to final exhaustion. He had added even more bruises to your body again, fresh streaks of the wooden poles across your sides, arms and legs were unmistakable. Along with this spark, Maul felt a tingle within his body and the need to touch you overgrow. He needed to feel you.
His eyes were hungry for more. As time went on, his touch became longer lasting, more confident and more widely spread, stroking lines of contact along your legs, your stomach, your chest and your arms. His eyes felt ravenous and explored more of you after he removed the last bits of coverage from your fully nude body. His needs began to change over time as lust set its roots within his body, he began to want to touch you harder, touch more of you and let this placid, lazy facial expression of yours fade away and contort into something else, something dark like pain or pleasure. He wanted to do his painting across your skin justice and crown it with your peace being ripped from you under his command. He wallowed in the fact that he had done this to you. He wanted to do more for you. He felt that he owed this to himself — to enjoy his creation and celebrate his dominance over your being.
You are mine.
His mind was slowly piling fantasies of many kinds giving him ideas as his touches not only brought goosebumps to your skin, but also caused you to quietly squirm whenever he chose to press down on one of your larger bruises. Even in your sleep, you felt the pain that he gifted to you. It excited Maul to his core. In fact, the pressure in his lower body he could ignore no longer. He inhaled rather deeply as a first pained contortion of your sleeping face was accompanied by a quiet groan and let his hand wander slowly across your skin and toward your throat. As he wrapped it around it, there was no pressure, no actual choking. Only the sight of your unconscious, injured, nude body under his strong hand. This sight was nothing short of delicious to the Sith, he felt his lust stronger now than ever.
He needed to devour you.
Now.
You felt troubled. Just a moment ago, you were drowning into your sleep ever so intentionally, beautifully. Your sleep had become deep, but there was something that troubled you. Something. What was it? You felt a warmth on your skin that was rather comforting, a sensation that felt ever so familiar, but, strangely, seemed to be lacking something. Was it touch? Contact? A physical connection between your skin and your blanket? You were just reaching out of your sleep when these thoughts overwhelmed you. You were much too tired to be grasping any of what was truly happening. But you sensed nonetheless that something was troubling you; something that wouldn't let you sleep any longer. It was still dark in your room and even with a troubling sensation at hand, you just couldn't open your eyes yet. All you wanted to do was sleep, drift back off into paradise and appreciate any rest you would be granted.
Your lips fell open when there was heat streaming fiercely through your body, engulfing you in familiar depths and pounding in your head. A lazy groan escaped them, your brows furrowed, but you felt ever so warm. You wanted to keep this warmth, keep the comfort of your sleep and nuzzled your face further into it, letting it embrace you fully.
Again, you felt those depths of pleasure come in, felt them fulfill you and hummed in your drousy state.
Maul was already enjoying himself, fully anticipating the shift of sentiment in your facial expression the moment you would finally arise from your sleep and realize the extent of the situation. He enjoyed seeing you like this, the sight of him using your body while unconscious was nothing short of exciting.
You weren't aware of the fact that you were slowly waking up, but after more and more of those heavy, delicious heats pounding all throughout your body, your sleep was no longer strong enough to resist those waking sensations. Your satisfied hums and groans turned into moans as you began to grasp consciousness and turned confused rather quickly as you were beginning to truly feel what was being done to you by someone you couldn't yet recognize.
Your eyes shot open immediately as you felt the thick shaft of his cock drive into your cunt once again, this time very clearly. There he was, positioned on top of you, one hand next to your head and the other holding onto your face, cupping your cheek so gently, you almost couldn't believe that it hadn't been your sheets all along. Maul. You gasped, all air seemed to have fled you immediately as you saw his face; golden irises gleaming fiery down at your face, drinking in the pool of emotions that took over you ever since you awoke and feeling your shock directly on his skin as you clenched around him. He groaned and began to grin, enjoying your sorry attempt at squirming away from him; your immediate reaction to being fucked so unexpectedly. He had previously angled your legs with the help of the force in order to position himself well between them, so when you tried to close your legs and deny him entrance, you only pushed them into his hips, achieving nothing but a bit of friction against the metal that had become undeniable as part of his body. You screamed, unable to escape, and pushed your hands against him, trying to shove him away in your panic, still so overcome by your exhaustion and drousy sleepiness, but the adrenaline from this assault gave you enough courage to try, though too little room for logic to even fully grasp the situation yet. Maul was willing to drown in these reactions, the contortions on your face switching so violently from shock to irritation to pleasure and helplessness were so fulfilling to him, it seemed to edge new waves of pleasure into his being. You were frightened, felt both privacy and yourself be invaded and at the same time couldn't help the overpowering pleasure he was fucking into you, lubing your cunt involuntarily, but making it a lot easier for you to handle what he was forcing upon you.
You are mine, he thought again, over and over, his hand sliding down across your cheek as you tried to thrash your head out of his touch in your sudden resistance. Maul groaned when his hand gripped and closed down around your throat, turning your sweet moans and cries into choked groans and forcing your attention back on him. He was going to take what he wanted, whether you agreed to it or not. You were his to play with, he had made you into what you had become. And he was going to paint you in even more of his marks and remind you of who had the upper hand.
"Shh," he shushed you, clearly amused by your panic as well.
You croaked out his name, still in shock and pleading to be freed from this futility, the destitution of what was being done to you against your knowledge and initial consent, and something twisted within him. You were to meet him with the utmost respect at all times, but in your most helpless moments, those that made you beg for your life, for freedom and basic dignity, you called him by his name. It felt most provoking to him, the shift of becoming personal, attempting to reach him in his core and leave all formalities behind. This insolence of believing that you might persuade him to change his mind, his ways and give you the benefit of the doubt after all. It were these moments that drove him to fuck you even harder, to choke you more fiercely and become so unforgiving, it pushed him past his edge. The need to ruin you, to destroy you when you were this insolent aroused him endlessly, to inflict all kinds of pain on and use such a shameful woman as you to fulfill his own pleasures was a sensation that, to him, was righteous, that felt overwhelmingly just to the Sith. It fueled his very being, connected him to the dark side stronger and let him exceed in his abilities to bring himself to ecstasy. You were his to use, you were his to please him. After days of inconveniences, you owed him this pleasure, this shameful act of giving up your flesh to him. You owed him your submission, you owed him your unmatched attention in all matters, which, in this moment, was purely sexual.
"How insolent," he growled as he pounded himself into you harder, your choking breathy groans hitching under his grip. "You display all these bruises and then attempt to resist me."
Your hand gripped onto his strong arm, failing entirely to push it off.
"Are you really that careless?"
You tried everything to fight and shove him away, your hands wandered anywhere they could reach, but nothing seemed to help. It was now that he was speaking to you that you were truly beginning to understand what was happening and felt a little more at ease. It was really him, he was really there. Your tired mind wasn't playing tricks on you and he was truly here, having uninvited sex with you, which was the very thing that had ripped you out of unconsciousness. You groaned his name again and Maul growled.
"Be quiet. You are one disgraceful specimen."
His words shocked you, but the pleasure overwrote that shock on your face again soon enough, the act coating your face in sweat as your head felt hot and thick from the hand around your throat.
Maul had seen women being afraid of him. Maul had murdered women that had dared to fight him. But after decades of the galaxy treating him like the weapon that had to be cast aside, to find a woman like you that submitted to him so easily, that he had become attracted to in such a way, was giving him something he never thought he would crave. The Sith Lord had come from matriarchal regimes, there was always a deeply rooted respect for women within him, even as a Sith, even as the life scorning man he had been turned into. But to see you, the woman that had gone out of her way to foolishly try and end him, now sprawled out underneath his body, fucked senseless and begging for anything within the confines of your deep submission to him, twisted something in his conscience that was so dark, so morbid, so rotten, he could barely describe it.
He needed to ruin you. He wanted to see you in shambles, tear you apart and make you scream in ways you had never been forced to before. He wanted to see you suffer, shatter in his grip, endure tortures you could only imagine and make you willing to die for him. He wanted to. But he needed you to live for him, allow him unchallenged access to devour you, submit both your body and your mind to him and become everything he saw the potential for. He needed you to drown in your pleasure, he needed you to enjoy his violence, his brutality and call him by his name when you felt that you had the privilege to because it gave him all the more reason to break you in. He needed you to give him anything he wanted, to fulfill his every need. He needed you like he needed nothing else; in this moment, unfiltered and unabridged. The heat that streamed through his body made his two hearts pump in excitement, the way his cock felt rubbing up against the inside of your body was heavenly and granted him pleasures that didn't allow him to keep quiet himself.
Neither of you.
"Such beauty I have painted across your skin," Maul moaned and leaned down closer toward your face. "This sight serves me. Only me."
Your eyes fluttered shut repeatedly as he pounded you through your pleasure, even though he was this close to you. Soon, you felt the expenses of the intensity of your last sexual interactions and felt the initial, surprising pleasure become the very pain that had driven you mad when you had been pinned up against the wall, now threatening to do the very same once again. You could barely believe it when Maul's hand released your throat and gasped for air desperately while your moans of pleasure became moans of pain and uncertainty, fearing for the soreness you were going to have to suffer through.
The grip your hands had on his arm didn't budge and followed his hand as it stroked down along between your collarbones and on top of your breast, only grazing your hardened nipple once before moving on. You whimpered at the loss of anticipation rather involuntarily and felt his hand reach and place itself upon your ribcage underneath your breast and squeeze. You screamed in a surge of pain that zapped through you at him manhandling your bruised flesh, then tried to pry his arm away again, tried to squirm your body away too — failing as usual.
"You sound particularly sweet when you're in pain," Maul commented in between groans of pleasure. "Do you wish for more?"
Of course he didn't need to wait for your answer to know what it was. The "no" that left your lips in a painful cry was sharp in his ears and drove a moan out of him this time. Maul leaned his head down until he was at your ear, then moaned again, enjoying the sounds you were making.
"Do not fear the pain, my apprentice," he purred. "Embrace it."
You protested again and again, trying so hard to evade the pain he was giving you, until he finally had enough. He removed his squeezing hand from your flesh and placed it on top of your mouth, leaving you reliant on breathing through your nose. Your moans were now muffled and he did not allow you to fully form functional speech.
"Enjoy it," he ordered in a soothing hiss, making it known to you that he wasn't going to detain any of the pain that he enjoyed inflicting on you.
Your eyes rolled to the back or your head in a way of defeat, slowly and finally accepting your inability to change the outcome of this assault. There was nothing you could do but to endure. And Maul was granting you the choice to either enjoy it or suffer. In the inevitability of this act, giving into desires you knew you had, even though they didn't seem so prominent right now, sounded a lot more intriguing than staying stuck in anguish while being unable to deal with it somehow. Even you, in your tired and drousy state noticed that he was a lot less violent than usually, especially when it came to vocal degradation, even though he had invaded and torn you from your sleep uninvited. He was lost in his pleasure, taking what he knew belonged to him and using you to get off to his liking. You felt that there was no other intention behind it, no other purpose for this sudden sex. Only lust, only desire that was based on a sickening perversion, one that included the very injuries he had inflicted on your body himself. You figured that it would be best if you didn't continue to possibly provoke him with your resistance and instead sat through it with an endurance that you could pride yourself on. Maul felt the tight grip of yours loosening softly before you let your arms flop down onto the sheets beside your head, sometimes clutching your fists at nothing when the tip of his cock hit your bruised cervix just a little too hard to bear. You closed your eyes, your exhaustion only making it easier for you to do so, and felt his hand lift itself from your mouth, releasing moans that were a lot less agitated and notably more relaxed in comparison to before.
"Yes," Maul praised, stretching the word longer than needed. "Give into me."
When the Sith moaned against your ear, you felt the hairs on your neck stand up in utter pleasure, a cold shiver ran down your back and made you arch. Even through all your struggles and reluctant defeat, you couldn't deny that his pleasure turned you on immensely too and you basked in the fact that he was admitting it to you so openly. He wanted you to know how good this felt to him, almost like a reward for such a successful day of training, or perhaps for your willingness to display yourself for his eyes to see and allow him to view your body. All intentions of only indulging himself in sexual relations with you when it directly benefitted him had been brushed off ever since the first need to claim his ownership came up during the exploration of your bruising. He felt that he needed to do your body justice in this way, celebrate his art and allow you to enjoy it along with him, giving you the opportunity to feel these painful reminders of his domince in such delicious circumstances. He felt gracious giving you just that and he believed that you should be grateful for his mercy. Your resistance felt unnecessary in his eyes and he wouldn't allow it henceforth. He wanted you to feel these sensations undisturbed, he wanted you to allow yourself to enjoy them, to get used to find pleasure in pain. His thrusts were rhythmic and intimate, of moderate pace and harder intensity, striking your core with purpose and direction.
You endured his sex quite well, your lack of resistance allowed his thrusts to lack the need to pound you back into submission too, and your own exhaustion made laying back and just experiencing much easier too. He enjoyed your submission almost as much as he enjoyed the sounds you made whenever he groped your flesh in various areas, truly reminding you of just how many spots on your body he had hurt already. You were hoping he wouldn't create new bruises this time, but thinking was an ability that was too far away from you right now. For once, it felt easy to really allow you to just feel, like he had ordered you to, and let your reactions out as they came.
One after another, Maul's hands roamed your body like they owned it while his lips remained at your ear, admitting evidence of his own pleasure continuously. A part of you mourned the intensity when he pushed himself back up to look at your face — fully distorted between pain and pleasure. The image was so exciting, he felt his high near him already. He lifted his hand and placed both his middle and index finger on your tongue, taking the opportunity of your mouth left agape. With his thumb underneath your chin, he pushed his fingers further down into your mouth, causing another surprised moan and your eyes to flutter open to look up to him one more time. The dark shadow of the shape of his rocking body was a priceless sight, the sharp crown of horns almost piercing through the dim darkness of white and blue around you and making his image utterly distinguishable. He could see in your eyes how you watched his outlines move as he fucked you and he could feel clearly just how much it turned you on as well. The force told him a lot about how you felt, especially in a situation as intense as this one. Your emotions were loud and your desire was craving his attention through the realms, calling out to him and begging for more. Your body was able to betray and deceive him, but your presence in the force wasn't. He felt you as everything you could be, he felt every truth you were unwilling to recognize and felt every shift that was yet to grow its roots in your conscious. He knew you like you didn't accept yourself and he knew that, even through the pain he was aware of forcing upon you, you enjoyed him. You enjoyed how he felt every time his cock stretched out your cunt. You enjoyed how he didn't care to adjust the strength with which he manhandled you to cater to your visions. You enjoyed how he enjoyed you, how he took pleasure in using your body. You enjoyed how the fingers in your mouth threatened to make you gag just for his enjoyment. You enjoyed the pain.
"Good girl," he praised you for the first time. "You are enjoying this."
You felt like you were crumbling beneath him and it was oddly comfortable. You arched your back and moaned against his fingers, the tips of which pushed down on your tongue only slightly, now merely a movement away from making you gag.
"Tell me. Do you enjoy me?"
Your eyes were halflidded only, it was everything you were capable of doing. You looked so utterly submissive, so utterly primitive this way, reduced to your biological senses while falling victim to your shameful pleasure that had been introduced and gifted to you by none other than the Sith himself. He greatly enjoyed this sight of you, as well as the potential his grip on your tongue had. He watched you nod in between rocking back and forth, induced by his continuous thrusts against your flesh, and hummed.
"Do you?" His voice became more of a growl and even you could feel how much lust had consumed and driven him into a deep state of arousal. You nodded again, but it wasn't enough for him.
"Say it," he ordered in a sharper tone and let his thrusts become a little bit more violent. Truthfully, it was no big difference in how harsh his thrusts now were, but the pain they created inside your lower body were much more elevated by its soreness. You recognized the difference immediately and felt your eyes widen as they lost focus in reaction to the sudden excursion from the rhythm of pain he had granted you before. Your arms jolted up too, but you forced them to fall back down rather quickly and promptly gripped the sheets next to your head. You needed to hold onto something now. The pain was soaring with every thrust and it was growing harder for you to maintain your focus on him and what he was asking of you. You moaned a hurried "uh huh" against his fingers and tried to keep your composure.
Maul felt a tingling all over his body as he fucked you a little rougher, the sensations he felt around the tip of his cock were indescribably sweet. He had always found an advantage in having two hearts beat in his warm chest. During fights, it gave him much more stamina than most of his opponents and even now, he much approved of it.
"Tell me," he started in a hiss and then pushed his fingers further down your throat. "Do you enjoy the pain?"
Just broke up with my boyfriend of two years for being menacing to my loved ones and myself (and trying to steal concert tickets from my niece??) can maul explode everyone's ex boyfriends please (I'm mostly kidding also I find joy in your writing, thank you for sharing your work with us)
good for you!!! if my ex tried to steal my bts tickets, id actually kill someone. i used they/them pronouns for the ex so anyone can project onto them
i hope u enjoy maul assaulting the readers ex <3
The shopping quarter came alive in the evening. Food stalls spilled halfway into the walkways, their awnings strung with cheap glow lamps and faded banners that swayed in the evening breeze. Customers haggled for the price of fried meat and sweet, caramelized dough. Buskers played their instruments on street corners. A pair of Rodian teenagers hurried through the crowd, each carrying a cone of cotton candy the size of their heads.
Maul was somewhere in the stalls behind you purchasing supplies, scrutinizing every vendor like they were personally defrauding him, which was ironic. You opted to perch yourself on the edge of the fountain in the middle of the square, content to watch the crowd bustle around you. Mist grazed your face with each spurt of the jets, cooling your summer-warmed skin.
It was, by all accounts, a lovely evening. Until you see them.
They weaved their way through the square on the east side, and you looked away so fast you nearly gave yourself whiplash. You dug your datapad out of your bag, pretending to be busy, praying that they didn't see you.
The Force, unfortunately, was not with you.
You cursed under your breath when they called out your name, and looked up to see them trotting up to you.
"Hey," they said, like it had been two days and not two years. "Thought that was you!"
Your smile didn't quite reach your eyes. "It's me."
"How have you been?" Their gaze dragged over you. "You look great."
"I've been alright. Busy."
They sat down next to you without asking. "You know, you're supposed to say you look great too."
You made a face and they threw up their hands.
"Relax, I'm joking." They leaned back on their hands. "So you here alone?"
Here we go.
"No."
"Yeah?" They scanned the crowd. It didn't take them long to find Maul — he was very hard to miss. He was also only four stalls down, and staring directly at the two of you. "Who's the Zabrak? A new boyfriend?"
"He's not my boyfriend." Which was technically true. You had no idea what you and Maul were to each other.
"So, you're single then?"
You rolled your eyes. "That's not what I said."
You stuffed your datapad back in your bag, calculating your exit. If you cut through the food stalls and looped around, you'd find Maul at the end of the row, and this whole interaction would dissolve into an unpleasant memory you'd complain about later.
They looked at Maul again, squinting their eyes. He turned back to the vendor, purchasing what looked to be an unnecessary turbo boost for his speeder.
"Oh." They laughed. "A Nightbrother, huh? That's certainly a choice."
You whipped your head around. "What is that supposed to mean?"
"I mean, they're slaves to the Nightsisters, right? I know you like being in control but—"
"Are you kidding me?" You shouted, turning a few heads. "He is not— I would never! I can't believe you'd say something like that! You fucking—"
You couldn't organize your thoughts into anything coherent. That made you angrier, because they didn't deserve the satisfaction of watching you fall apart over something they said.
"Relax." They touched your arm. "You don't need to be so dramatic—"
Maul appeared behind them.
You didn't see him cross the square. Neither did your ex, who didn't register the danger that lurked behind them.
"Let go of her."
They finally turned around. Up close, Maul was a lot to process. The horns, tattoos, piercing, golden eyes that radiated malice. He was a tall, lean mass of muscle and durasteel. Many thought he was terrifying, your ex part of them. You thought he was handsome, but you hadn't mentioned that out loud yet.
"We were just talking, man." They didn't let go of your arm.
Maul lifted one hand, his index and thumb pinched together. Your ex's grip vanished from your arm as they clawed desperately at their throat, gasping in wet, strangled gulps.
He held the choke for longer than necessary. You realized when their lips turned blue that you should probably say something.
"Maul, let them go."
The choke lasted for two more seconds, then your ex collapsed to the duracrete in a graceless heap of bile and spit. Maul stepped over them and walked back over to the stalls. The onlookers went back to their shopping, and chatter and music filled the square again.
You looked down at your ex, who was staring at you with watery eyes and a blotchy face. You leaned down, placing your hands on your knees.
"I'd stay down if I were you."
You caught up to Maul at the stall selling engine parts. His fingers cradled a tag listing the specifications for an intake manifold. You rubbed your arms, watching his face.
"Hey." You waited until Maul looked at you. "I'm sorry for what they said. I've never thought—" You sighed. "You're not a slave, and neither are your brothers."
Maul set the tag down.
"You did not say it."
"I know but—"
"You have nothing to apologize for."
You peeked over his shoulder while he browsed the manifolds. He stopped at one that read 'supercharged' on the tag in bright red letters.
"You don't need that," you said, nudging him with your shoulder.
Maul unhooked the tag and walked to the vendor. "That is not up to you."
Hiii I adore your nightbrother hc’s! Could you do one on how they would comfort you after a bad day? Like maybe your crying or somthing. Could be spicy 🧐
Tysm!! Have an amazing day
Thank you so much cutie! <3 I hope you have a great day as well.
The Nightbrothers - when they see you crying
includes: Maul, Savage, Icarus, Scorn, Feral
warnings: nsfw 18+ sad sex ;(
note: love this request ! I got more crying requests, which I will be working on soon too, I really like this whole idea I daydream about it a lot actually :3 big tough Zabraks trying to be sweet and comfort you when you’re crying is just everything to me!
Maul
The instant he hears the muffled sound of your crying from behind the bathroom door, he stops in his tracks. His palm settles against the wood as he goes still, focusing on every sound coming from the other side.
Another shaky sniffle from behind the door and his eyes immediately close. A deep crease forms between his brows as guilt settles heavily in his chest. How long had you been in there? Why hadn’t he noticed sooner? He should have checked on you. He should have known something was wrong. He prided himself on reading every subtle shift in your mood, every tiny change in your breathing, your voice, your posture. How had he missed this?
The thought frustrates him, but then another quiet sob reaches him, immediately pulling him back to what matters.
He lifts a hand and knocks once. “My dear… are you in there?”
His voice startles you. You hastily wipe your cheeks, trying to steady your breathing before answering.
“J-just a minute.”
You scramble to your feet, splashing cold water over your face, hoping to erase every trace of your tears before facing him. But It won’t work.
“Open the door.” His tone is calm, but firm. “Don’t make me ask again, love.”
Your shoulders sink in defeat when you realize that you have to let him in and slowly, you unlock the door. You keep your gaze fixed on the floor, letting the loose strands of your hair falling across your forehead hide your face from him.
Maul doesn’t allow the distance to remain for even a second though. His hands settle firmly on your shoulders and he pulls you against his chest in one smooth motion, wrapping his arms securely around you.
The gesture shatters whatever composure you had left. Another sob escapes you, and suddenly you’re crying into his chest all over again.
But he doesn’t tell you to stop or to calm down. He simply holds you tighter, one hand slowly moving up and down your back while the other gently strokes over your head.
“You need never cry alone, my dear.” His voice is low and calm, “I am no stranger to grief.”
His hand lingers reassuringly against your back. “And your tears do not frighten me, love.”
Without another word, he slips one arm beneath your knees and the other around your back, lifting you effortlessly into his arms. He carries you to the bedroom as though you weigh nothing at all. Setting you carefully onto the mattress, he lies down beside you, drawing you close until your back rests against his chest.
One arm remains wrapped securely around your waist while the other settles across your chest, holding you near. He simply stays there, listening to your breathing, feeling your heartbeat beneath his hand, refusing to let you go through your pain alone.
You sniffle softly, still crying. As he reaches up to brush your tears away with his thumb, you press a gentle kiss to the palm of his hand before turning toward him, continuing to kiss him through quiet little sniffles as another couple of tears slip down your cheeks.
He kisses you back just as tenderly, cradling your face, his thumb sweeping away each fresh tear as it falls.
Without breaking the kiss, your hands slowly drift down to the waistband of his pants, undoing the buttons before freeing his already hardening cock. Something about seeing this side of you makes him want you even more than he already does.
“Mmm…” he moans against your lips.
He rolls over, gently pinning you beneath him as both of you now hurriedly strip away each others clothes. Your legs wrap tightly around his waist, pulling him closer, and he slowly eases himself inside you.
He pulls back from the kiss, resting his forehead against yours for a moment as his eyes search your face, carefully watching your expression while you adjust to him, making sure you’re alright before he moves again. Every thrust pulls another quiet sob from you, except now they’re no longer born from sadness, but from pleasure thats slowly overtaking it.
Savage
You sniffle softly, trying to muffle your cries by burying your face in the pillow, but Savage grips your hair in his fist, yanking your head back out of it as he continues to fuck you from behind.
He leans down with a teasing grin. “Gotta make sure you get enough air, baby. Can’t let you die on me just yet.”
But the smirk quickly fades the moment he realizes you’re actually crying. He stills completely inside of you, his expression shifting to concern.
“Baby… what’s wrong?”
His hand slips from your hair to cradle your face instead, and he starts to pull out of you, but you immediately stop him.
“No… please…” you sniffle. “Please don’t stop.”
He leans down over your back, pressing you gently into the mattress as both of his arms slide beneath you, hugging you tightly from behind while he’s still inside you.
“But baby… I’m worried about you,” he whispers against your shoulder, pressing a soft kiss there.
Another tear rolls down your cheek, and you wipe it against the pillow, barely able to move beneath his weight.
“Just… fuck me, okay?”
Savage slowly begins moving his hips again, easing you back into the rhythm. He can feel you tensing beneath him. He can still hear the quiet sobs catching in your throat, and part of him would rather stop altogether and simply hold you, but he’s afraid that’ll only make things worse.
Gradually, his pace quickens, drawing louder cries from you. He lifts himself slightly for more leverage, one firm hand settling at the back of your neck keeping you down.
“Y-yeah… j-just like that…” you somehow manage between broken cries that mix with moans and yelps from his thrusts.
He then eases out of you, just for a moment so he can roll you onto your back, turning you to face him before pushing himself inside of you again.
“No…” you whine, your voice cracking. “I don’t want you seeing me cry.”
He presses his palm over your mouth, silencing the rest of your protest.
“I’m gonna watch your tears, baby.”
He leans down, slowly licking the tears from both of your cheeks without letting his pace falter.
“I’m gonna taste your tears.”
He smiles down at you warmly as he sinks himself all the way inside, pausing there for a long moment.
“You don’t get to hide parts of yourself from me.”
Icarus
When he sees you crying, he already has a rough idea of what’s going on. You always somehow end up oversharing around him. Maybe it’s because he makes you nervous, or maybe it’s just because the two of you spend hours doing nothing but hanging around together, so things naturally come to the surface sooner or later. He knows almost every detail about your life.
What he doesn’t know, though, is what finally pushed you over the edge.
His brows furrow immediately. He hates seeing you genuinely sad, and if you’re going to cry, he’d rather be the cause… in a kinky way. ;3
He doesn’t ask any questions though. Instead, he approaches you quietly, like a shadow, and sits beside you, but he doesn’t hug you right away, not wanting to overwhelm you. He lets you come to him instead.
You lean against him, resting your forehead on his shoulder as you quietly cry. His hand reaches up to gently pat the side of your face, his movement seems calm, but he’s fuming inside.
“Come here,” he mutters after you’ve stayed like that for a while, finally pulling you closer. His grip is tight and firm now, like he couldn’t wait to hold you. Like holding you is a relief for him too, one he’s been denying himself for your sake.
“You know I hate seeing you like this.” His thumb brushes over your wet cheek and he finds an eyelash stuck there.
“Wanna make a wish?” he chuckles, trying to get your attention, but you simply press your lips against his, muffling his awkward attempt at comforting you. He lets you, leaning back in his seat as you straddle him, desperately kissing him as though you’re trying to outrun your sorrows.
His hands slowly settle against your back, gently rubbing soothing circles there as your hips begin to grind against him.
“Mmh…” A quiet moan slips past him at the sudden friction, and his hips instinctively rock up to meet your movements. He lets you use him as a distraction from whatever’s weighing on you. He secretly loves it when you use him like that, it turns him on.
His hands move between the two of you, hastily unbuckling his own belt. You help by unzipping his pants and pulling his cock free, never once breaking the kiss. Your tears continue to roll down your cheeks, and he finally pulls back just enough to look at you.
“You sure you want this right now?”
You nod, managing a strained, “Please,” before hiding your face in the crook of his neck. Lifting yourself just enough to move your shorts and panties aside, you guide his cock to your entrance. The moment his pierced tip breaks inside you, your certainty falters. You haven’t had him since he’s gotten his dick pierced. Your hands immediately fly to his shoulders as you jolt upward at the unfamiliar sting of the cool metal, but his hands tighten at your sides, keeping you in place.
“Running away already?” he teases, slowly pulling you back down onto him.
Scorn
Hears you crying in the middle of the night. It’s late, and you think he’s asleep, but the moment you whimper into the pillow his eyes open. He immediately reaches for your shoulder, gently pulling you close against him. You sniffle as you bury your face into his chest.
“Baby, what happened?” he murmurs softly, his voice still thick with sleep. “Aww, don’t cry,” he adds the moment he realizes you can’t even bring yourself to answer. Now that he’s caught you crying, you can’t hold it together anymore. The sobs just keep coming, almost choking you as you cling to him.
He pulls you even closer, slowly stroking the back of your head. “I’m here for you, my baby. Whatever it is, we’ll sort it out,” he hushes you gently.
He presses soft kisses to your forehead, tucking the blankets a little higher around your back before reaching for the tv remote. As you continue crying into his embrace, he quietly flips through the channels, looking for something that might distract you. Eventually he finds a nice fantasy movie he knows you’ll like.
“Look… there’s a unicorn,” he whispers.
You glance over at the tv with another sniffle, and despite still wanting to cry, it manages to steal your attention. You wipe your tears with the back of your hand and you turn around, settling more comfortably with your back pressed against his chest.
He loops his arms around you, shielding you as he gently pulls you even closer, the two of you quietly settling in to watch the movie together.
He might not show it right then and there, but the next day he’ll make damn sure to figure out what caused your tears… and do everything he can to make it right.
Feral
“Baby, what’s wrong?” he asks quietly, his voice a little shaky from how caught off guard he is.
He sits down beside you right away, one arm coming to rest behind you on the mattress, almost wrapping around you but not quite. He stops himself at the last second, not wanting to assume you want to be touched. He’ll wait until you lean into him first or reach for him yourself. He wants you to know you’re the one setting the pace.
He’s super sensitive to every little thing you do. Every sniffle, every shaky breath, every tiny shift in your posture has his eyes flickering back to your face, trying to figure out what you need without needing you to tell him. He quietly grabs a box of tissues and keeps it nearby before settling back down next to you, happy to just sit there in silence for as long as it takes.
If you don’t feel like talking, he won’t push. He’ll carefully lean his head against the back of your shoulder instead, almost like he’s asking for permission without actually saying it. If you don’t pull away, he’ll stay there, his forehead resting against you while he presses the occasional soft careful kiss to your shoulder. It’s his own way of reminding you that you’re not alone.
Meanwhile, his own mind is tearing him apart in the background. He’s running through every interaction you’ve had over the last few days, trying to figure out where he went wrong, wondering if he could’ve prevented this somehow. Even if your tears have nothing to do with him, he’ll still feel guilty for not realizing sooner that something was bothering you.
The entire time he’s quietly hoping you’ll lean into him eventually, because the moment you do, he’ll melt. He’ll wrap both arms around you like you’ve just handed him permission to put his own heart back together, holding you as gently as he possibly can. Then he’ll slowly drift lower, somehow still keeping you wrapped in his arms the whole time until he’s settled between your thighs. He looks up at you with those big doe eyes, quietly asking for permission to give you a moment of relief, anything to distract you from whatever’s weighing so heavily on your mind.
His fingers find the waistband of your pants, giving it the gentlest little tug as he presses timid kisses along the skin there.
“Let me get your mind off of it,” he whispers, the warm breath against your skin sending a shiver through you.
You can’t help but nod, wiping at your cheeks as fresh tears continue to fall, even while your body slowly begins to respond to his quiet affection.
