Inspired by a lovely conversation with my dear friend @patchiefrog
. To say he favored someone would be far from his nature. No Maul did not favor a certain one and nor did he seek out their favor in turn.
He would claim it was continue to ensure that his Advisor would remain pleased. That their relationship would be beneficial.
The tins of powdered milk had been stocked, one of which sat on the tea tray placed before the Archivist. Their eyes widened at the small tin, picking it up gingerly and inspecting it.
The higher residents of Sundari could afford fresh milk, they would turn their noses at the tins. Reserves meant for times of trouble, of the outer circles on Mandalore….
To the Archivist, it reminded them of years before, a warm nostalgia. The slightly sugary taste of tinned powered milk had been a treat to them as a child. A large spoonful stirred into their tea as a child, making the bitter drink much more tolerable at that time.
Before the civil wars, when tinned milk powder was more in store, before rations, the Archivist recalled their buir making the ever soft milk buns. The hint of sweetness in the cloud of bread.
“You traded some tea for it with one of the guards.” Maul said plainly, breaking the Archivist from their thoughts.
Yes they had, the familiar tin, the tea was worth much more, some loose leaf straight from the palace stores. The guard has been more than happy to part with it in exchange.
Maul had seen the exchange. The soft glow on the archivists face as they held the tin.
“Maybe it’s the novelty? Who knows, I know some of us grew up on the stuff. Guess nostalgia beats us at times” he had overheard.
He handed them an opener, the archivist taking it and eagerly opening up the tin. A pause, “ Lord Maul wouldn’t you prefer some fresh milk?”
“Tinned is fine.” Not that he had many memories of the stuff, it was a food stuff not familiar to him. Then again many things were. He did not dwell on it.
“Do you like your tea quite sweet? Or more bitter?” A spoonful of powdered milk already placed in their cup.
“I think I’ll take it the same as you.” Again a soft glow on their face.
He quite liked the look.
The Archivist fixed his tea and placed it before him. “I hope you enjoy it.”
He watched them. Blowing gently at the tea and eyes closed to take a cautious sip. A smile on their lips. Were they lost in a happy memory?
He took a sip. A burst of sweetness on his tongue, it was pleasant he supposed. He watched the Archivist once more.
The smile remained. They were happy.
He liked to see them happy.
“Ensure that tinned powered milk is kept in store.” Maul relayed to Almec who immediately scoffed.
“Powdered milk? Lord Maul there may be a war but there’s no reason to resort to such food stuffs. That has not been the case since the civil wars..” Almec’s words were silenced with the look Maul gave him.
“I find it preferable, now can you do such a simple task or do I need to pass on the task to someone else who is better suited for your role?”
Almec held his tongue, “ No need,”
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The archivist watched the rolls rise in the oven, as the stew simmered in the pot. The amount of spices and peppers made their eyes water but it was how Maul preferred it.
A large bowlful filled as well as two, in second thought, three milk buns placed on the tray.
Maul looked up ready to argue with whoever interrupted him, his frown softening at the sight of the Archivist and the slightest upturn at the corner of his mouth at the tray.
“I’ll prepare some tea then.” He set down his work and move to the table near the desk. Another tin of powdered milk and loose leaf tea set in each cup.
Sweet (Nightmare fuel drabble) Darth maul X reader (18+ due to nature of fic)
I give Maul too many angsty nightmares...so PRETTY MUCH WARNINGS AS FOLLOWED: RATS, ANIMAL DEATH, BITING, BLOOD, DEATH
18+ as a precaution not smut just nightmare fuel.
READ MORE FOR ANY OF IT beyond the summary.
If you like spider maul this might be your jam.
If you are fond of monsters...also might be your jam
If you like angst well yes.
SUMMARY: MAUL DREAMS OF LOTHO MINOR AND THE STAR THAT DROPPED INTO THIS WRETCHED PLACE, THEIR KISS IS SWEET AND TOO MUCH FOR A CREATURE SO FAR GONE.
WARNING AGAIN THIS IS NIGHTMARE FUEL!!!
Within the hovel of rubble and trash a solitary rat wandered from its confines. The only sounds were the crackling fire fueled by debris and likely noxious fumes now emitting and the rat scavenging for a remnant of food. A crumb, even the leftovers from its fallen brethren would do.
Bones crunch and the rat screeches in pain. The occupant of this hovel shatters the delicate spine, at last something had foolishly found its way in. Morley must have set a trap.
Without much thought the being once known as Darth Maul raised the rat to his mouth and teared into its flesh. The still warm blood drips down down his throat and hands. Warm and refreshing after a fortnight of scavenging for anything to eat. He should not be eating it so quickly, but it had been so long that he continues. his face is already crimson now more so after the meal if it could be called that, he had been so ravenous he neglected to even use the fire. No matter. No matter it was done. He wipes the blood from his mouth and howls at the hunger still present.
“Are you still hungry?” a soft voice asks. Another being had found its way in with him. Its voice soft and warm, nothing like the voices he hears, he is drawn to it but growls all the same.
Even in this dark and dank place they stand out. Pristine and in a sheer gown of white, nothing like the damned being before them or this hell he had been cast off too. Their eyes, like Starlight shining with the crackling fire. There were no stars on Lotho Minor and he had not seen the sky in years. How Morley caught such a creature did not matter, they were here.
They hold out a hand offering up a dried piece of meat, “It's alright. You can have it,” their voice is gentle but as soon as he sees the food that small detail is nothing. They flinch when he rips the offering from their hand and slinks back his spider legs piercing the remnants of the other unfortunate souls around. Like the previous meal Maul begins to eat it quickly.
“You’ll get sick if you eat it that fast,” again their voice is soft, concerned and nothing Maul had experienced.
He complies if only to hear them say, “That’s better.” he feels something brush alongside him, he flinched where they had touched him. So gentle was the brush of their hand on his bare shoulder, they are again close to him. “ I know you’re hungry,” thier eyes are sad and staring at his, “but you need to be careful” they reach out to touch him again.
Curious to feel such contact again, Maul inches closer. They place a hand on his face, he instantly shivers and leans into it. How can this feel so good? Their other hand moves to the other sides of his face, fingertips tracing the tattoos on his face, “I’ll get you out of here,” they promise.
He isn’t sure how they are able to touch him but he doesn’t want them to stop. Morley had brought him something special this time. Here in this hell of his is this moment of clarity, he is going to get out...with them.
They move again this time leaning their face closer, Maul pulls back only to be coaxed back in with a gentle hum. They wipe a stray drop of blood from his chin, and stare at the shadow of the once powerful sith, now torn and thrown away among the rubble. His horns have grown askew and his eyes are sunken in, yet in spite of this their lips press to his.
He groans, what was this? Why did he want more of it?
They taste sweet, so sweet on his lips.
He wants more of that taste.
The creature with their Starlight eyes kisses him again. His lips move against theirs each new kiss giving him more of that lovely taste. The kisses delve deeper and they nick their bottom lip on his sharp teeth.
It's a single drop, just one of blood. Sweeter than the kiss.
His lips move away from theirs only to move down to their neck. They sigh and moan as he presses his lips to their pulse. Underneath is more…he kisses the flesh he can feel their pulse under his lips.
Underneath is…
His arms wrap around them tight and his teeth clamp down.
Blood fills his mouth and the sheer white gown is stained red with their blood. They scream, and push, “NO!” he does not relent, they taste so sweet and he was so hungry.
They’re screaming and struggling and Maul only holds tighter, just a bit more. Their fists hit at him, each hit becoming weaker, “no…” they hit again weaker and weaker. Their gown is drenched, red as his skin.
Maul licks the wound. Sweeter than their kiss, but it did not feel as nice as the kisses.
They aren’t moving. Just still in his arms. Maul looks at the starlit eyes now staring up at nothing. Tear stains on thier cheeks. Maul doesn’t like it, he kisses them away. A hint of salt on his lips that he places on thiers.
They still don’t move and are getting heavy and cold.
Oh.
Colder and getting colder as the blood begins to dry. They aren’t moving, they were supposed to be moving. They were supposed to get out.
But he had been so hungry…
——-
Maul wakes up and bites down on his fist to keep from screaming. If he puts it down he will keep screaming. Beside him his Starlight lay, dressed in a pristine white gown and thier neck covered in love bites.
He feels sick at the sight of them.
His starlight stirs, and opens thier eyes. Eyes that are looking at him, half asleep and quickly waking to the sight of thier beloved in shambles. “ Maul?” you reach for him. You always reach for him in dreams, nightmares and now.
Maul gets out of the bed and falls to the floor, “NO! STAY AWAY FROM ME! PLEASE!”
A nightmare.
“Maul it was a nightmare, it's alright. I am alright.” you hurry out of the bed and are at his side.
He looks back to the bites, some harsher than others.
You were so hungry… you killed them. You would have killed them.
“No…I won't do that..I would never” he isn’t talking to them and pulls away as they get closer. Their hands outstretched to him, “ I’m here love, I’m safe. We are safe”
“ I was hungry…I was so hungry,” He looks to them again, “ I wanted a taste. I bit down,”
They slowly sank to thier knees, his mind had plagued him once more , “ Oh my love”
“I would never-“ he whispers, “ Starlight what if I..” he looks to the bites, he loved giving them and their pretty moans asking for more. He had been close to breaking the skin before.
What if he-
They get close enough, and take thier chance to hold him close. He clutches onto them, he needed to feel thier warmth and thier heart beating under his ear.
A/N: I can’t believe I wrote this little bit. Please be responsible when reading content everyone. A read more will be placed below.
Warnings: Oral female receiving.
She’s tries to hang on to something,the blankets don’t have much give, too soft and plush to grip. Her hips held down by strong hands as Maul’s tongue delves inside her, careful movements then turned quick leaving her flustered and desperate.
The red lingerie had all been all laid out and pretty before Maul practically shred the lacy garments with his teeth now leaving Y/N a moaning mess.
Red pieces of lace were still on the bed, so much for that ensemble but it did it’s work.
But now this was torture, he was giving her too much and too little, she was ordered not to touch herself, only able to have Maul tease her. Now and again his fingers and tongue brushed at the velvet nub before moving away, this was the 3rd time he had done so, “Maul...” she gasped, “please” she tried to move only for the grip on her hips to tighten and his tongue to slow, giving her small licks instead. She had been so close!
Y/N sobbed at the loss, “Maul...” gold eyes peaked up from the absolutely sinful position they were in. Maul between her legs, his horns dangerously close to her skin and Y/N nude on black sheets moaning and on the edge of delirium from being teased. Her pretty neck and chest already covered in red marks and bites.
Maul smiled deviously at her current state, “Not yet.” Again only giving slow licks and gentle bites at the inside of her thighs, somewhere no one could see but Maul would know of their presence.
She wanted to scream at him, instead she took action. Y/N relinquished her hold on the plush blankets and grabbed at his horns, forcing him to delve deeper between her folds, that quick moment of ecstasy was quickly snuffed out.
Mauls grunted at the treatment, he pulled back and glared at his lover, “If you want to play like that Starlight then just say it,” his hold on her hips relinquished. Y/N yelped as he pushed back in faster than before his tongue twisting and dancing inside her with a ferocity she didn't expect, “Maul” her gasp was barely audible over her moans, “I..I’m,”
He gripped tightly onto her thighs holding her to him finally bringing her to the edge.
Y/N screamed loudly as she came, the white heat burning her wholly from her core to her finger tips. Maker, after so long Maul delivered as always.
As her high began to slip something was off, Maul wasn’t stopping, “Wh-” he kept pleasuring her.
Y/N knew what he was doing, “S-ST-STOP!” It was coming on again, Y/N was sobbing as the pleasure she had craved was now too much, yet Maul was unrelenting as he devoured her.
Her pleasure edging towards numbness. Her hold on his horns slipped, as her arms fell back onto the black sheets. Her whole body buzzing as Maul gave her one last kiss to the new marks on her thigh and wipes his mouth clean , “ Now do we understand what happens when we’re inpatient?”
Gold eyes glinted with pure delight at how he had left her, a pure mess who was too dazed to respond beyond a whimper.
A/N: Sooooo...who else read the Wrath of Darth Maul? If so you might recall young Maul and the window in his room, and if you are me recalling that part is a bit heart wrenching. So here we have reader and Maul considering the design of a nursery, Maul has some suggestions and his insistence for these additions.
Window
It had been an off hand comment that Y/N had said when the baby kicked for for the first time, “Better get started on a nursery.”
She should have predicted that Maul would begin some elaborate plan, the room next to theirs already inspected and deemed unsuitable in its current state, Maul had mentioned something about windows.
She found him at the study with sketches strewn all over the desk some crossed out, some crumbled, and others half way done.
Y/n watched as he made another attempt. His brow more furrowed than usual as he concentrated on the task at hand, “Darling, what are you doing?”
Maul just sighed and continued working, ”The baby’s room needs more windows,” he added a panel to his sketch, but was still unsatisfied, “ Maybe we should put in a skylight.” he says aloud.
She had to ask, “You seem very keen on adding quite a few, may I venture why?” She stands close to him one hand resting on her small bump, the other gently on his shoulder as she watches him work. She is intrigued by his dedication to the task.
Maul continues sketching concentrated on the angle of the design, “I had a small window in my room once, “ he adds another curve to his sketch that one would let in the sun in the morning.
“When I was 3, I was too small to see outside without jumping up,” he stops for a moment and considers his work. Which one would give a nice view of the gardens?
“There was little to see outside, just ash and lava but it better than that desolate cell of a room,”
Maul feels the hand on his shoulder grip tight, Y/N could sense this was heading elsewhere, she tries to hold him to the present.
Maul wants to add in a bow window, a place for the little one to sit and look out in awe of the world around them of course it would locked up tight when they were small, “ When I would jump I saw my reflection on the window pane, I used to imagine that the reflection was another boy, and he was free to roam around outside the window. I was jealous of him at least he could run off”
That wouldn’t happen again, his little one would play in the sunlight and be able to see the sunrise and set from thier nursery. They would never having to imagine what it was like outside these walls or jump with all thier might to see falling ash on a fiery plane.
He had stopped sketching, he kept imagining that damned window. Y/n gently wrapped her arms around him in comfort. Maul leaned back into her embrace, it was a habit of his now to seek her touch when she gave it. He realized now he couldn’t stop himself from saying the rest.
“Eventually I didn’t even have the window. Just another cell with nothing but gray, I missed it so I made a new one. It was a bit crude. “ he remembered the shape, a mere small square that he had drawn in blood. He had said the last part aloud y/n holds him closer unsure of what to say at that moment. The more Maul mentioned about his early years the more she could sense his unease about the baby, the wretched fear of failure always present.
His love for Y/N had started with failure: his unwillingness to admit and accept that she could feel such a thing for him. Now here he was trying to avoid yet another failure before it started.
Y/n finally spoke, “ Add as many windows as you want, the little one will be ever so excited for you to show them everything,” she is trying to comfort him with this prospect, “Such a wonderful idea, they are very lucky. You’ll get to show them the outside, the two of you can sit there at the window and see the stars together, you can tell them about everything in the sky,”
Maul lets his mind hold onto that thought, it’s pleasant and he finds him self anticipating when he can show his child. He lets out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding ,” My divine starlight, you’ll have to ignore me, I tend to get a bit caught up in my thoughts.”
Y/n shook her head, “ No no it’s fine it reminds me to help bring you back to now.” She tilts her head to kiss along his jaw, “ Any better?”
A/N: So it's been a very long day, so here is some soft and fluffy reader and Maul. Also don't forget to rest folks, you’ll thank yourself in the morning.
Synopsis: Everyone needs rest, even former Siths. Thankfully significant others help out with this.
It had been a grueling day ,too many meetings and endless debates that Maul loathed to hear. With endless squabble and ludicrous requests, the usual droning but more irritating today. Savage was off planet with a group of the death watch and y/n had taken the day to finish off other settlements. Maul watched as the sun passed from one side of the throne room to the other, and the Council droned on and on. He wanted y/n quips she knew how to navigate this better, she knew how to twist these fools to submission.
All Maul had to do was glare at someone for long enough then that the matter resolved itself, but then another would arise and so on and so forth. His head aches after hours of this and it still seemed endless. When Almec finally has Maul to sign off on who was to receive what without his inane requests, Maul leaves. He needed out of this room.
The sun in Sundari had begun to set, its oranges and reds filtering into the halls of windows and filtered through the room that he now shared with y/n.
She must have finished up earlier on already garbed in one her nightgowns, an ivory satin that almost trailed the floor and contrasted with the dark sheets and furniture around her.
She leaned against one of the windows, the light reflecting off her hair giving her a halo of sun. It was a welcome sight, seeing his starlight surrounded in sun. She tilted her head at the sound of him entering the room, Maul cursed he was never able to sneak up on her.
“Cyar’ika” She turns to face him, her welcoming smile slowly dropping to a concerned frown, “ oh.”
She can see the weariness in his face and his shoulders are slightly dropped from his usual confident stance. She leaves the window and strides to him, her sunlit halo still about her. Maul is taken back by her gentleness as she reaches up to hold his face in her hands, “ You’ve done too much again” she whispers, “
She traces around his eyes, trying to smooth away his furrowed expression, “You worry too much,” he attempts to dissuade her need to concern herself over him.
She is not having it, she removes her hands from his face and moves to sit on the bed, the soft black sheets contrasting with the ivory of her night gown. Maul finds him staring longingly, she notes this immediately and offers him advice,
“ You never worry, you just do.” She pats the space next to her, “ Now please sit with me, “
He grudgingly accepts that he is tired, and does as she says. Already accepting that he is tired he shucks off his tunic and tosses it aside, leaving his chest bare and exposed to the slight chill of the room, a welcome feeling from the stifling air he felt all day. Immediately he is rewarded by her warm hands rubbing his shoulders, from the look on her face he knows he is too tense. She merely tries a little harder and is able to war down the knots, Mauls appreciative groan informed her of her good work. He leaned in to her touch, he had been without for too long. She had ruined him and for once he was thankful for it, y/n always adhered to his need to be touched.
It was a wordless request, Maul leaning against her side his head trying to nestle on her shoulder, careful not to harm her with his crown of horns. Y/n knew what he wanted, she turns over and reaches to grab a plush velvet blanket from the bedspread. She places in on her lap and signals for him to go ahead with a playful tug at one of his horns. Y/n earns a small grunt of annoyance but Maul just carries on and lays his head her lap reassured he wouldn’t harm her with the softness under his cheek.
The crimson Zabrak closed his eyes as y/n began to trace the tattoos on his face giving careful attention to those around his eyes and his mouth, when a wrist passes by his lips he pulls it gently and presses a kiss to the soft flesh. Humming at the feeling of her heartbeat under his lips. She smiles down at him and continues to touch him. She moves to trace around his horns , the area around each sensitive to the brush of her fingers. Maul purred deep in his chest at this. This was bliss. His eyes opened only slightly to look at her, “Rest ” she whispered, with that Maul went back to closing his eyes and nestled closer to her.
She let him rest, gently humming a song that went in tune to the purring Zabrak in her lap.
another soft sunday ramble trip with dad!maul , uncle! Savage and baby tomato
Summary: The three go on a “mission to Dathomir” for mushlings and to say hello to one of their own.
It’s still dark out when the three venture out.
Cress slumbers in his tiny crib as his mother gently wishes him safety on his journey. She presses tiny kisses to his face causing the little one to coo and purr. His Starlight places another soft star plush into the crib and gives the baby one last gentle smile, “ Make sure he stays warm, you know he hates the cold.” She doesn’t need to remind him Maul knows this well, it's not everyday your baby leaves on his first “mission”.
He doesn’t mention he has stashed more blankets on the ship and maybe more supplies than they need for Cress, he doesn’t want to come unprepared.
Maul watches as she hesitates, she’s worried. Dathomir is not a pleasant place, too many things have happened there. But at only 3 months he was already overdue for his markings. Her son was a child of two worlds, she wanted him to know them both.
Savage had been the one to mention it, a tradition that was often done as soon as a child was born. His Starlight was not the one who needed convincing to give Cress any markings, but Maul knew that it would call for a journey to his home world, thier home world.
He never saw himself returning to that place, he had been stolen, brought back in a state of madness and then leaving with only revenge on his mind.
Savage had lived his life there, if it was much of a life, as cast away nightborther or slave to a night sister. They were trained to become warriors and received no thanks. Left to fight another when a night sister willed it and controlled them. It was not a pleasant place.
Yet, there were the brothers he had grown with there, the boys he had fought with and told stories with when the elders had sent them to bed. Whispered back and forth about what was up in the sky away from Dathomir’s red mists.
He had once promised Feral that they would get to see it.
Feral, the brother Maul never met and uncle Cress lost long before he was born. Maybe on this journey they would at least get to visit where thier brother now rested and get to tell Cress all about him.
They would get to share about the new life they had and the places they had visited, how Savage had found thier lost brother. The palace on Mandalore and the wonderful sister they now had. Oh and best of all the little Nephew they shared! A nephew that was adored to no end by all of his family, and Feral if you had seen how his mother loves him, did you know a mother could do that?
Maul’s Starlight sees Savage looking up at the sky, and hugs him, “ He would have loved him” Savage would likely mention. “ He would have loved you both.”
Maul kisses his Starlight one last time and promises to be back soon with… What did you call them Savage? Mushlings? Yes Mushlings.
There’s no pull to the planet, just a sense of bittersweetness. Cress has woken up and fussy as Maul picks him up, “ Look little Star, that is Dathomir. Your uncles and I were born here.”
Cress coos at the sight. Savage chuckles, “ He probably just likes it because its as red as he is,”
“Its a good color.” Maul retorts.
Savage avoids landing anywhere near the mists, he settles for the village where he had grown up, where they had grown up. Maul immediately scowls, “ Snow. “
Maul does not want Cress getting cold, he bundles up Cress who is delighted to snuggle up against his father’s chest in his little wrap.
Savage shakes his head. Maul wont be able to have Cress like that when they venture out. The crib will have to come, the floating pod follows them out.
It was expected that they’d bring attention to themselves, but they didn’t expect all the Nightbrothers to gather about. Immediately there is shouts of surprise and elation, their brother had returned!?
Savage is immediately bombarded by both Nightbrothers young and old hugging him tight.
Maul stands back, and huddles Cress closer, he is an outsider here. Even among his own.
A curious little Nightbrother notices him and points, “ And who is that?”
Savage smiles, “ My brother. I found him at last, this was the Nightbrother stolen from us long ago, this is my brother Maul. And the little one is Cress, my nephew”
They note Maul not wanting to get closer and they don’t crowd him, there’s a gentle hum of welcomes and little ones who want to see the baby. It has been some time since a baby had made its way here.
“He’s red like you. We never see red. Its rare. Very rare. Pretty baby. He has no markings. why does he not have any?”
Maul is unsure how to answer, and little Cress is just elated at the attention.
It is the elder named Viscus who has them settle down, “ Maul was taken as a child, he couldn't have known.”
He gives the red Zabrak a sympathetic smile Maul is unsure what to make of it or also the strange feeling that the elder Zabrak slightly resembled him. He shakes the idea out of his head. “ It's is wonderful that you have brought the child to partake in the tradition. And to see that you two are together to raise him, many are not so luckily it has been so long since we have seen added a new Nightbrother. “
Maul does not pry more into what he meant, so he correct Viscus, “ My wife, she didn’t join us in this journey is to thank as well, “
A mother. the children ask, we know of Mother Talzin she’s scary.
Savage clarifies, “ The child’s mother is human. it is different.”
There’s not equivalent here. “She loved him the moment she learned she was expecting him. She hums him lullabies and soothes his tears. She makes sure he is always safe and warm”
“ she sounds nice. Lucky little Cress. A human mother sounds wonderful”
The two go quiet at what the children say.
All the while tiny Cress reaches out a hand to Viscus and coos.
The elder looks to Maul, who nods. “ you are quite the blessed child, Cress,” he gently squeezes the tiny hand. Cress laughs and Maul feels a swell of pride at Viscus’s comment.
The brothers are taken to the sight of the Mushlings, an odd plant only grown here, they are gathered, the pods leaving black marks that take time to fade. Cress got hold of one and smudged his cheeks. Maul hissed, “Cress do you want to get Daddy in trouble?” his baby merely laughs and smudges some on his father’s face as well.
Savage laughs and is promptly smudged as well. The three laugh at the sight of another and pack away the mushlings for later.
There is one last place to visit.
Feral is buried by the cliffs, another trove of mushlings grow here, they are left to freely grow and spread.
Savage kneels down, “Hello brother. I’m home. We're all home. This is Maul and Cress, our brother and nephew. “
Maul kneels next to him and Cress coos, the bonds around him quieted.
It is time to listen.
“I’ve missed you brother. So much has changed. I was able to leave, I found our brother. We have a new home now. Mandalore, you would have loved it. There’s a garden and its so open and different from the village. “ he pauses “Brother we have a sister now, she’s a bit of a nuisance at times. “
Maul frowns.
“ But she is kind, and wonderful. She loves us both, well Maul more, actually Cress more... it's a different sort of love. Brother, she would have loved you. Feral you would have adored her, she pesters as much as you. and Maul, he’s what you expect of an older brother, he bosses you about but he cares. He’s “a bit” rough and dramatic but you get used to it, but when he’s with his Starlight and his Star you should see how gentle he can be with them. “ Maul doesn’t get upset, he just sits quietly and listens as his brother continues through tears.
“ Oh, and Cress, you should have met him. He’s the most precious thing. He smiles at you like you're the sun. He will have the most wonderful life….but he wont have you…he should have…you would have loved him…” his voice breaks as a new onslaught of tears fall.
Cress whimpers as he feels the sadness, he reaches out and Maul brings him closer to Savage, who cradles his tiny nephew. “ He’s a very caring child,” Maul says. “ I would have loved if you met him. I am sorry I never got the chance Brother, but we promise Cress will never suffer as we had. We swear. “
The sun on Dathomir begins to set and the bothers know why this spot was chosen as thier brother’s resting place, as the sun sets the red sky is tinged in a spectrum of colors, reds oranges yellows and pinks on the snow. A perfect place to rest.
Tuesday Rambles: Maul X Reader on the topic of praise (18+ themes near end)
*Please read content responsibly!!!!
For anyone who needs something to take your mind of things..here ya go.
A read more will be placed below as it gets a bit spicy. i will post a similar one without the read more content for those who just want fluff.
Tagged with lemon
for a man whose role was once appreciate to the most powerful being it was thankless. Every foe he vanquished and trial he faced was never enough. He broke tooth and nail as well as bone. Never a job well done or approval. Maul’s thanks was that his master did not kill him. At least today.
Positives, just a simple thanks and a kind smile of appreciation that was what he first received from his starlight. it was small things, just something a bit to heavy to move or trying to find the perfect word for a report, it wasn’t grand but his starlight made sure to thank him. A simple little gesture that caused him to momentarily pause. Had he heard you correctly? It sends a pleasant feeling in his chest that remains for some time.
When the two of you had finally ventured into the relationship the tokens of praise were frequent,he would freeze and stare at you like you were a dream. wonderful! Splendid! I couldn’t have done this without you. Your eyes lit up like the stars they were, your hands were often touching him when you Told him these little praises. A hand on his forearm, a shoulder, a brush of a knuckle against his cheek. Each one leaving his hearts beating quickly.
As you two progressed you added kisses to your praises, “perfect.” You’d breath kissing his lips, or against his jaw, maybe near the shell of his ear. He’d close his eyes and commit these to memory, there were so many to recall now. Each one precious.
You saw his reactions, you knew it was a shock to hear such praises. It broke your heart at how he responded to your thanks, his eyes closed and he gripped tight to your hands. A reminder to himself that those words left your lips and were meant for him.
Some of his favorites were the praises you gave accompanied by a kiss to his forehead. his breath stopped and he willed the moment to last forever. You made sure to give him more of these. It became a habit of his to slightly lean down to receive one. You made sure to give one or three kisses, each by one of the horns about his crown. You place a lst one on his lips and repeat your compliment, making sure to leave else you’d do the same. How could you deny that precious look of awe on his face?
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Praise was not restricted to these moments. You discovered Maul loved praise especially when you were intimate. You indulged him, his eyes burned and the kisses grew hotter with each little compliment. As kisses trailed and fingers explored and pleased you gave him more “ My beautiful king you’re perfect. “ and “Maker you feel amazing” each praise spoken in a breathy voice while tangled together.
You made sure to sing your praises each one resulting in Maul lavishing you in thanks, kisses and touches that had you panting. You cry out and moan and ask for more of that, “please! you’re so good to me.” And the cycle began again, praise, pleasure, praise.
“ amazing, extraordinary, stunning.” Words whispered in the dark. Others yelled out as the last few had you fucked so good and deep. each thrust making you see stars. Your legs are trembling and you’ve lost count on how many times he’s brought you over the edge but you can’t stop. Oh he looks gorgeous like this, eyes bright and wide. Tell me more. He begs you, you deliver as always. Breathtaking beautiful. celestial. “ the stars had brought him to you it was only fitting that you give him a praise that exemplified how divine he was.
This could go on for hours until your voice fades from praise as well as crying out with each time you came. Your praises may end but Maul isn’t stopping, each one has fueled him and he will make sure to grant you all the pleasures after your sweet words, all for him. You’ll be sore of course and your body will bare many kisses and marks each one to show what you have said, a reminder of the praise you give him.
I had this little piece on my phone for a while so I used my nice new keyboard to polish it up.
Let me know if anyone wants me to start tagging them if I do anymore of these!
As always S/O can be interpreted as reader and of course characters might be slightly OOC. It's just self- indulgent fluff
The gist : Maul and S/O are finally parents, softness ensues.
It was over as soon as the doctor placed the newly born baby in his arms, “Remember support his head,” the tiny bundle was handed to him one arm under the small body and the other holding the head and neck. The newcomer all wrapped up in the purple blanket y/n had been knitting for the past few weeks.
“There you go, you’re off to a good start. The little one looks just like you. Now hold on to him, while I take care of y/n. “
Maul looked down at his son, it was jarring to see such as sight, the tiny face was scrunched but as the doctor mentioned the child had the same crimson red skin sans the markings.
His son’s face was round, his tiny cheeks looked soft. Hesitantly, Maul moved his hand only slightly to touch the baby’s face. Maul was struck by the warmth and softness of the baby’s cheek. Almost immediately the baby relaxed and opened his eyes, ( y/ec) like his mother’s, thank the force. Maul wanted nothing more than to just curl around the child, to protect him and hold him tight. So this was his son, this was his child. Their child.
“Bring him here I only caught a glimpse.” His beautiful wife beckoned, he could not deny her. Maul carefully brought their son over, “He looks like me (y/n).”
The look of adoration on Y/N face was unmatched, “ He’s beautiful. “ She held out her arms, Maul gently placed the baby in her embrace, “ This is your mother, my..my son” the word stuck in his throat. His starlight smiled gently at him, “Yes, our son”.
She marveled at her child, their child, Maul kept reminding himself.
“He has your eyes,” Maul added.
The new mother stroked the baby’s chubby cheek, “That he does, don’t you my tiny tomato?” She kissed the child’s face, “ Our little tomato.”
He wanted to remain in this moment, it was too good to be real. A wife and son, he had a wife and son. He kissed his beloved’s forehead, “Thank you, my starlight.”
She looked at him with tears in her eyes, “ I must thank you too,”
She looked down at thier son, “ Now we are whole.”
He gave her another soft kiss to her forehead, and then to her cheek trying to express his thanks before settling to give her a deep kiss, only pulling away at the sound of a whimper from the baby. Maul quickly tries to hush the baby gently, “ It’s alright my little one, we are here , you won’t ever have to cry.” he caresses the babies soft cheek, the small babe purred gently and quieted.
“y/n, did you hear it?” he couldn’t help the rise in his voice at the revelation.
“Hear it? I felt it!” the pair looked down at their baby who purred content in his parent’s arms. Maybe it was reflex, but Maul realized he was purring in sync with the baby. His wife gave him a surprised look, “ That’s new, I quite like it and so does the baby. Don’t you tomato?”
The baby merely purred in “reply”
+Fast forward two weeks later+
“Maul you can’t take Cress to the meeting.” Y/N watched with amusement as Maul attempted to tuck the baby into a wrap.
He gave a frustrated sigh as Cress wiggled out of place again,
“I have 5 meetings today I won’t see him at all and the idiot Pykes want me to appear in person for a Syndicate meeting in the next cycle.”
The baby Cress, just yawned at his parents antics.
Y/N looked down at the little bundle, “He’s already tired, you know you get heated in debate just leave him with me,” She offered up, only for Maul to hold Cress a little closer.“It will be a good start to his education, I’ll comm you as soon as its too much for him.” Y/N crosses her arms over her chest in hopes to dissuade him but gives up quickly at the sight of Maul successfully tucking the baby in the wrap.
She just gives him a small kiss on the cheek, “ Fine then, just make sure to keep him warm and please don’t fight the council at least hand Cress off to Savage first.” She gives her son a small kiss as well before waving the two off to the throne room.
“ Y/N I won’t physically fight anyone”, Maul let her know, “Cress needs to know other ways to debate and fight,”
Y/N just sighed and went back to her desk, educating Cress would be an interesting endeavor with Maul.
