Personally I think that just because someone is a Sith Lord, doesn't mean they'd be borderline abusive, possessive maybe but not cruel and abusive. Why do writers feel the need to add abuse and all the dark fucked up shit into fic's about the Sith characters? Did we watch the same movies?
Hello! Hope you have been doing well. If it’s okay, would you do a Maul request? Him finding you absolutely useless and feeling a strong need to protect you? Thanks so much! Hope the sun is a bit warmer wherever you are !
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Aloha!
I do like me some Maul occasionally, so yes, I will 😁
Okay, no idea if I really understand that. I don't know if I interpreted that correctly, but let's take a look... 🤔 😬
Maul x Fem!Reader - Damsel In Distress
Warnings: Angst/Hurt/Injuries/Comfort (more or less)/Stockholm Syndrome Like Circumstances/Dominant Maul/Sub Reader/Slightly Suggestive/16+
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The way he looks at you, that angry stare. His gaze is fire that burns into your body, and you want to squirm, but you hold still, not wanting to seem even smaller than you already feel.
"You just let them take it?!" he growls angrily.
You blink, trying not to shake, not to cry.
"There were three of them," you say meekly, "I don't possess your abilities."
He growls again, saying through clenched teeth, "How can a single person contain so much uselessness?!"
You still have your face turned away, all the time he sees only your left profile. You know how important the holocron is to him, you feel ashamed, but at the same time you feel unfairly treated. What could you do against three armed men who outnumber you? You can still be glad that they did not have other dubious interests.
Although you don't dare, you suddenly say it out loud. Maul takes a deep breath, wants to scold again, but then he stops.
"Look at me when I'm talking to you," he murmurs.
His gaze is so unrelenting that sometimes you hardly dare to move when he looks at you like that, but now you turn your head and look at him carefully, and Maul finally sees your whole face. The shiner on your right eye, the blood in the right corner of your mouth, the bruise on your cheek and the marks on your right arm where one of the men grabbed pretty hard.
For a second, his features slip. He's hard on you, mean sometimes, often condescending, but he would never physically hurt you. That another dared to do so stokes an angry fire in his chest that startles even him for a brief moment.
Maul steps toward you, very close, his leather-gloved hand grasping your chin surprisingly gently. He turns your head to look more closely at your wounds
"I'm going to find these men. You stay here until I return," he growls.
When Maul returns, you know he has killed tonight, you see it in his stride, in his gaze. He moves at a leisurely pace, like a confident hunter, a predator who has just finished off his prey and is basking in his success. He holds the holocron in his hand, a small, barely noticeable smile at the corner of his mouth.
You know his body language by now, know when anger is bubbling under the surface, when triumph, when desire.
He looks at you, sitting there on the sofa, trying to tend to your wounds. Maul rolls his eyes, puts down the holocron and sits next to you, taking the utensils from your hand. When you feel a burning sensation and want to flinch away, he grabs hold of your chin.
"Don't be so snivelling," he murmurs softly, his deep voice much gentler than earlier in the day.
Even though his words were rough, his touch is suddenly much kinder.
As he tends to your wounds, you ask softly, "Did you kill the men?"
The corner of his mouth twitches. A smile, perhaps?
"What do you think?"
You blink and say carefully, "Quite a lot of anger over a simple theft."
He puts aside the gauze with which he has dabbed your bruises with baccta and turns your head all the way around to face him.
"No one but me, in whatever way that may be, lays a hand on you," he says in a harsh whisper that gets under your skin.
You blink, your eyes searching his gaze for a moment, but you can barely withstand the intensity in it, at the same time it draws you in magically.
"You need my protection, don't you?"
Quietly, you say, "I'm lost without you."
He nods, as if it goes without saying.
"I know. I shouldn't have left you alone with the holocron. I knew they would come to find it."
Your pulse races, your heart beats a fast, furious rhythm. You realize that Maul knows this.
He looks at the bruise between your neck and shoulder, pushing the fabric of your shirt aside with one finger. The touch gives you goose bumps. He repeats the touch with a knowing smile.
He feels the shiver that goes through your body, he knows how he affects you, what his closeness triggers in you.
His hand grips your chin a little tighter, he leans even closer to you. His teeth gently but firmly snap at your earlobe, eliciting a small gasp from you. Maul's mouth moves higher to your auricle and his deep voice whispers, "Maybe I'll lay a hand on you tonight".
You feel his breath close to your skin with every word, your sensitive ear, your whole body is covered with goose bumps. You hold completely still for a moment, but your hand has automatically placed itself on his arm. You can literally feel the power vibrating beneath his surface.
Your voice is barely more than a whisper as you devotedly say, "Yes, master".
Darth Maul x f! Reader - idea, are you interested?
Would anyone be interested in a Maul x Apprentice (20+) female reader?
It would be set at the time just after Maul killed Vizsla. You have only recently joined him, now a former Jedi. He has seen potential in you, knows about your origins, but won't tell you yet.
You are also welcome to add your own ideas. Write me a pm. I will try to finish it, of course, on May 5th. 🖤
hi can you do sith anakin x reader (reader has healing powers but no one knows it she is both fascinated and scared of anakin and watches him secretly (he senses it) everytime he walks in front of her etc) reader is maid and she is amazed by story of kybers and lightsaber. So one time her duty is hanging his robes so she goes to his room scaredly but after getting her job done she realizes his lightsaber is there so she cant help but examine, touch his lightsaber but he senses it and suddenly behind her after that idk yandere stuff happens and when he touches her he senses her healing powers so chooses her as his personal maid and makes her massage his temples everynight for headache, a bond starts to form between them
A/N: This is usually the kind of specificity I like to keep commissions for, but regardless I enjoyed trying out the scene building based on your suggestion! I appreciate your request :) I hope you enjoy <3
pairing: Sith!Anakin x reader
content warning: brief choking, power dynamic
word count: 3.2k
Your eyes watched him go by. Black enveloped by more black, a wave of terror rushes over you at the sight of his path. His robes define evermore the intimidation wishing to be imbued within his subjects as his path is blazed with red. Though with careful luck, you found yourself his maid. Or well, one of many. There was a great deal of women tasked with the upkeep of the empire, and so very often his own dwelling. But that was incredibly rare. No one was allowed so close to him, and especially to you all he was was but a mystery.
You trace his body as it walks past you, watching as yellow eyes and the brood of a Greek tragedy coat his face peppered with strands of brown hair that fell to his lower neck. Though your eyes linger upon his waist, a specific item that never fails to catch your whimsy is the handle to the blade no one but him ever held anymore.
Order 66.
You remember watching that transpire. Though you were quite young, you remember the Jedi. You remember their blades, how they were formed, the kybers harvested from far-off planets and infused into specialized sheaths that harbored great power divinely intertwined with its wielder. When you were young you envied the force, yearned for it to grace you with it's presence though as you grew older and more practical, you settled for an infatuation with the lightsaber's story. And with your master, boss if you will, being the only one left with such a sight, it oftentimes shed from your mind that insurmountable fear of him, to one of fascination and wonder. What was his story?
That's a question no one knew, and no one ever would know.
Fear washes over you. Immanent, impending doom. You slowly gaze up from where you allowed your eyes to wander for many moments too long, to find the eyes of Anakin staring back at you. FUCK.
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The silence is more petrifying than the words he could say. The fear of not knowing overtook the fear of what he was going to do and he knew that. However, after a moment longer, he left without a word. A clacking of heel against freshly cleaned tile slowly drifting off into another corridor as you are left with a heart rate that could kill. Your breath levels after a few more moments of silence enveloping you, an empty room, and a myriad of assumptions to be made. But regardless, your mind still sits on the sway of the saber along his belt. Its complexity still entices you as much as it ever has.
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“You wish me to, drop these in his room?”
Held within your hands are the robes that which Anakin wears on his daily excursions, often needing to be washed and repaired due to stains and wear; though the stench of blood could never quite leave it’s woven threads.
“Is there a problem with that?”
“Oh no uh, not at all. I just didn't know that was within my realm of ability”
“Well, it is now. So do your job. And don't think we won't be making sure you don't do anything you’d regret.”
Stern eyes meet yours, for a droid that is. Your manager in a way, is a droid. A bit odd, but takes out the reasonability of a human to be compelled to go against code. This thing is more apt to kill you than anything else.
Though with little more convincing needed, you take the robes down the infamous corridor that seldom ever walked. You could feel the aura of his common passage seep from the metal beneath you as the hallway never seemed to end. Anxiety wells up in you as you approach its entrance.
This is where Anakin lives. Lord, Anakin.
A loud beep of a properly put-in keypad was what proceeded to a large hissing of the doors opening. You slowly enter within its realm, one slow foot over the other, scouring every area for possible life that you should undoubtedly be in fear of. Despite having a reason to be there, the intimidation lingers within every surface he’s touched, every glass held that lay on the coffee table, and undoubtedly the bed at which he sleeps that you stare at with eyes of awe. You saw Anakin for a moment, within this room. Not the Sith, but the man. You saw the empty glass of water next to his bed, the disheveled sheets that indicate a bed slept in, you see things left half open- the living of a person within these walls. Though one of the things you notice left open is his closet. Your destination is to be swiftly met and your activity finished. Before people start to question. You make your way into his closet, swiftly put his things where they belong, and exit his room.
However, something stops you. It catches your eye, the glint of it's metal reflects off the sun that shines through his windows and you stop where you are immediately.
His lightsaber.
Why it wasn't with him, is a mystery you hold with much contemplation but all sense is overriden being in such close proximity to the single weapon you’ve been infatuated with since you first laid eyes on it. It’s almost as though it calls to you, sings to you.
A head moving left and right, surveying its surroundings as you stand alone in this room does the desire grow too strong. Your hand outstretched, slow feet step closer to it. Until it's finally touched your fingers. The meer power exuding from it is never something you could have accounted for, but probably should have. A touch of fingers grows into a grip of fingers, and a grip upon it grows into both hands holding this item yearned for your entire life. You felt euphoric, this isn't something you thought you’d ever be able to feel, or experience. Eyes look down into its core and see the kybercrystal staring back at you, and with simple means, you find the blade ignited in a red beam of flame that relayed noise with every motion of it as you softly swung it in the open air. A smile coated on your face in a way you've never felt, joy so strong your face hurts from pure happiness.
This was very short-lived.
“And what do you think you’re doing?”
your stomach drops as you hear a horrifyingly familiar voice sound behind you.
Anakin.
It's, you, didn't even hear him come in. It's as if he appeared. The blade drops from your hand, sheathing itself in the process so all that follows its loss of grip is the hard clank of metal greeting the hard tile of the floor where you stood.
Hurried, petrified voice that only sounded a means for survival as your mind stayed blank with terror;
“Oh please, god oh I'm so sorry I didn't mean to. Please sir don't hurt me plea-”
Without another word you are thrown against a wall, feeling the choke of his hands from feet away as he holds his arm out to signify the force used to harm you.
“Did you really not think I’d feel something like that? Do you know nothing, young girl? The moment you laid eyes on that thing it is as though you laid eyes upon me. Which I promise you I’ve noticed as well. Do you work for the rebels perhaps? Or are you just nosy?”
your hand grasps at an invisible hand across your throat, restricted air desperately escapes your body as you gasp for breath within his grasp. All you can muster is a “No”
“No what?”
Furrowed brows and rancor coating his yellow eyes, a scowl across his mouth as he tightens his grip upon your neck as a sadistic means to give you a thought that you may have a chance to actually explain yourself.
Though as your hands follow the lines of your neck, you feel the bruise forming around you heal. The strained vocal cords of a woman choked begin to grow well as you grace yourself with the one thing that’s made your world livable as of late. An attunement with life and death that has made you well-equipped to heal. You couldn't bring people back from the dead, but you could heal them from the brink of it. That included yourself, and though it's never been as useful as it is at this moment, it has saved you many times in the past. Especially others.
His eyes begin to show sight of confusion at the lack of intense struggle; a sterner look upon your face as you try to heal yourself with hands softly drawn across your neck, he quickly notices the wounds on you disappear as he creates them. He stops his tournament for but a moment, taken aback at the sight of such a thing. A thing he's never seen before, the ability to heal what was once broken with powers within only yourself.
“What do you think you're doing?”
You collapse to the ground, gasping for air but not nearly as much as you’d need to if it hadn't been for your healing. His voice is deep, laced with anger as his lesson on you didn't seem to reach it’s desired outcome, but regardless curiosity got the better of him as he truly desired an explanation for your ability.
“Sir please I-, I don't want to die. There's so much unfinished for me to do and I just-”
“That's not what I asked. How are you healed.”
You pause for a moment. Realizing that he noticed yet again what you try so hard to hide. Touching your neck ever so slightly you shift the direction of what you explain to him;
“This is, I can heal. That’s all that I can do sir. I don't do it too often, I don't know what it does. Or how I can do it, really.”
“Can it heal others?”
An opening. Your salvation.
“Yes! Yes. Yes, I can. Please, I'll heal whoever you need me to. Please just spare me.”
“Get out.”
You pray thanks and run as quickly as you can. As your feet hit the tile that separated the entrance of his dwelling and the corridor you were in just moments ago, it felt as if an eternity was spent within the confines of that room. Confronting him as he stood there ready to kill you. You have never felt so grateful in your whole life, that you were able to make your way free after all you did. After touching, even playing with his saber.
You touched his saber.
It hit you then. That you finally actualized something that you allowed overtake you in obsession-- something that meant an unfathomable amount to you, something you’d dreamed of your whole life. And you got away with it.
Desire overtook you, replaying those brief moments of freedom in your head over and over as you yearn for just another moment with it in your hands. Just a second more, the sound gracing your ears for just one more turn. But you couldn't. You barely saved yourself from his grasp the first time, there's no means to say he wouldn't do away with you if you ever tried something like that again. Like you could even get close again. You wouldn't be surprised if he just allowed a delay of the inevitable, that tomorrow morning there would be inquisitors at your door ready to whisk you away like they did any other rebel spy.
You needed to sleep. There's nothing productive out of the fear you held within yourself, and as you slowly lulled yourself into a slumber that coming night, all that filled your dreams were action and power wielded within the saber. The feeling of it in your hand, the way it weighed on you, the power you felt exude from the weapon's very core only allowed more vivid actualization of what had been the dreams you kept for years upon years. You were enamored with Anakin even more after this point, and despite the fear that lingered deep in your heart, there's something to be said about feeling his essence for but a moment. It was something inexplicable, something fascinatingly complex.
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“Lord Anakin wishes to speak with you.”
A knock upon your door as morning broke followed by this request from a member of Anakin's innumerable messengers across the empire. He hands you a bit of paper requesting, or moreso demanding your audience in his dwellings at 5 in the evening that day.
Looking at a clock shining a bright 7 a.m., all that welled within your heart was fear and anticipation. your door closed once the messenger had provided you with the information he was tasked with, and alone you stood for a moment at your entryway trying to gather what he could have wanted from you. You were insignificant at best, all that caught his eye was your increasingly daring behavior that hinged on means for execution. Though for some reason you lived, and for that very reason you held a modicum of faith that there was somehow a positive means to be in his private audience.
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As your day drew to a close, every minute feeling like hours against the impending clock that determined at 5 pm, may you live to see the next day, or might you not be so lucky. Quickly changing out of your working clothes, you make your way to Anakin's room with an intense grasp on the time, so as to not be a moment too late. Or early for that matter.
Stood outside the arched doorway of his room you sit there with a quickened heart. Anticipation and petrification consume you respectively as the only door that divided you from him was little effect in withholding the feeling of him right on the other side, the aura of a man who had little remorse. Sympathy. Consideration or especially means for compromise. It was what he wanted, or death. You reminded yourself, steeling yourself for whatever he may demand of you as you enter.
“You may come in already.”
His voice booms from the inside of the room. He could tell you were there. He could sense your fear no doubt, tell your presence from behind a steel door. You enter with haste.
There you find him sitting on a chair, waiting for you to approach him. With cautious steps you obliged, taking in all you could of your surroundings-- surveying for anything that may cue you in a second before he does.
You stand a few feets' distance from him.
“No, come here.”
He motions his hand towards you, as you observe a face of indifference at the sight of you. It was better than anger. Much, better than anger.
You arrive at around a half-foot distance from him, and with that he commands;
“Give me your hands.”
As he opens up with both his arms outstretched as you slowly move them into his, feeling a cold and calloused hand grab yours the moment they were in reach, and moving them slowly to his temple. You stood there in silence as he closed his eyes at the touch of your fingers upon his face, a furrowed brow that implied that you weren't providing for him what he had expected of you.
And then it dawned on you. He wants you to heal him.
“Would you, like me to heal you, sir?”
A polite tone coated your voice to hide any semblance of anxiety or embarrassment.
“Yes.”
“Well, I can't quite do that without knowing the source. Can you tell me what you want to heal?”
“Headaches. Migraines. Must I say more.”
“No, no not at all. Thank you, sir.”
And so with gentle hands along his temples, you feed within him the power that he has grown privy to. Though as you watch along his face an unforeseen tension seems to be released from his face as it grows softer under your touch. A scowl turns into a resting face, and a furrow of brows evens out for a feeling of tranquility you can only assume overtook the body of a man relieved of an incessant headache.
And a tear, runs from his face.
After a few more minutes you feel as though you’ve done all you can, and let up from his face.
He looks at you for a moment, and you see someone you oddly recognize. For but a moment the gruff exterior of a man dealing with war looks upon you like, just a man. No amount of intimidation could negate the fact that he was just that, and as you healed his mind, you felt as though a bit of his heart was able to shine through in its place.
“Very well. I expect you to report here instead of your usual station tomorrow from now on. Is that clear?”
“Oh uh, yes sir. May I ask what you will be expecting of me from now on? What shall I do for you?”
“You will be my personal assistant. Do you object to my order?”
“No, no sir. Thank you, sir. Thank you very much.”
And as you turn away to walk back to your room, he calls upon you once more.
“Thank you.”
That is all he says, and proceeds to turn into his bedroom through a separate door. As you depart from his home, you feel within yourself a well-developed liking for Anakin that overshadows the fear you held for him. To understand him is what you desire most, and although to heal the mind isn't to be able to read it, you realize that much can be learned through what parts of a person hurt most.
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As time went on, to report to his door every day and follow his list of commands, cleaning his place, placing his robes, and most importantly healing his mind most every night, you began to learn intimate details of him that made him quite human to you. He was very slow to speak, only when it was absolutely necessary. But he was kind to you, and as time grew on he seemed to enjoy you as well. You gathered that no one visited him, no one really felt comfortable in his presence and that was something that drastically changed within your own feelings toward him.
And as the bond grew even stronger, he had a room built for you close to that of his own, as a means to keep you closer for when he needed it. He was very hard of emotion, and in those moments of healing is really the only time you felt as though you could truly see Anakin. And there's cause to believe he thinks so as well. To heal his mind is to heal his heart in a way, and with every night spent together for a few minutes softened him up to you immensely.
He felt vulnerable around you, and that made him feel human, even for just a moment.
hey guys, I’m going to post the first chapter of my Sith! Kit Tanthalos x Reader fic soon! Let me know if you want to be added to the taglist before it closes!
Request: Heya! First of all, I just want to say, wow!!! I loved wvry word of the Vader x Reader you did, and reading your notes, I really don't mind it as an AU! I've never really read anything to do with Sith Obi-Wan before, though to be fair I only just got into Star Wars again 😅
This isn't really a request, but from what I can see from your posts, you seem to really like Obi-Wan, well, Ewan Mcgregor in general 😂I wanted to ask if you could write another x Reader, but this time a Sith Obi-Wan AU?Thanks for reading! -Red ❤
p.s, @rey-is-not-a-skywalker, you're welcome for requesting the sith x reader, I guess you're obsessed as I am 😂
p.s the second, I'm loving the new pfp!
Requested by: Red
Summary: The reader has some news for Sith Lord Obi-Wan Kenobi
Warnings: The reader is AFAB, pregnancy
Words: 1.7K
Notes: You would be correct in assuming I love Obi-Wan and Ewan McGregor as a whole. Also I’m glad you like the new pfp! I am also in love with it! :)
Did I self indulge with this oneshot? I think you know the answer. Leave me alone, I am too much of a simp at this point.
I have never been pregnant, so some of this may be inaccurate.
Not my gif
An old Jedi’s fall from grace was a never a pretty sight to see, it was no glorious tale to tell from any side. It was full of hurt, pain, hatred, suffering. This was more than true for the fallen Jedi Master Obi-Wan Kenobi. His downfall was the least expected out of those who turned away from the light, he had always been the most loyal of men, the most faithful of soldiers.
Perhaps, in part at least, this was what drove him away from his original allegiance. He was an exceptional leader of course, the most fantastic of generals, but besides that, in the larger picture, to the Jedi Order as a whole he was nothing more than a faceless defender of the galaxy. Just another of the tens of thousands Jedi.
Another factor that led to the man’s path to the dark side, was you. What you made him feel. The passion, the love. An indescribable feeling, all he could say about it was that it was truly wonderful. He did not mind the fear, or the hatred that came with it, for you made it all worth it. The massive highs compared to the lows outweighed them greatly, and thus he gave it all for and to you. His passion, his loyalty, his love. Everything he had, every fiber of his being, he gave it all to you. If he could turn the worlds on theirs heads, and you gave the word, he’d do it.
You had initially been shocked at the man’s sudden change of life-plans and of loyalty. Though, the more you thought about it, the more you began to convince yourself, perhaps he had made the right choice. He wasn’t so uptight in regards to public affection now- he’d often smother you with kisses in front of company, or hold your arm or hand as you wander about in cities or halls. Despite the Sith being the darker beings of the Force, the life you now lived was almost... Peaceful. After a while, you very much enjoyed it. There weren’t so many rules now, and you both felt free.
Though, not everything about your new life was free or peaceful. There were times that Obi-Wan was pulled away from you much like in the way he was during the times of the Republic and the Jedi Order. He’d be wrenched from your embrace for weeks or months at a time, and the holocom conversations you shared were not the same as actual conversations. The comforting presence you both gave to one another were missing, and it was painfully obvious to the pair of you.
One particular night, whilst Obi-Wan had been away, you were staring out at the stars- each of them twinkling from their position on the blanket of the night from their positions thousands of light-years away. They fascinated you every night, though you knew some of the planetary systems by name and had visited a few yourself, you couldn’t help but imagine what could be hiding away on them, what could be awaiting discovery. They also distracted you from something plaguing your mind on this particular night, something you needed to get off of your chest. It had been bothering you more and more over the last few days, ever since you had made the discovery.
You are brought from your train of thought by the bleeping of your comm. You move leisurely to answer it, there was only one person who could be calling you at this time of night, but you knew he wouldn’t mind you taking a moment longer than usual. You answer your lover’s call, and a murmur on the other end of the line hushes- he must have been talking to someone as he awaited your answer. “Ah, my beloved.. I thought you had fallen asleep.” He mused quietly, his smug expression clear even through the blue hologram, and you can’t help but chuckle at him.
“No. I was looking out at the stars,” You tell him, plainly. Sunsets and night skies held a special place in both of your hearts; you had spent many nights on Coruscant looking out at them, telling each other the wishes you had made on shooting stars that you rarely saw. You heard Obi-Wan sighed quietly. He knew your habits when he was away, and what they meant.
“I should be returning soon, my dear.” He assured you, lowering his voice to nothing more than a whisper. “I am trying to get this done, you know, but it’s not as easy as-”
“I know, I know.” You cut him off, wrapping your arms around yourself, looking down at the floor. Out of the corner of your eye, you see Obi-Wan’s brows furrows, clearly he’s noticed your odd behaviour.
“Something’s bothering you.” Obi-Wan notes, tucking his hands into the sleeves of his long robe. “Tell me,” He demanded. Though his tone was soft, it was still very much a command. You start to shake your head at him.
“I would rather not... Not over the comm.” You start, looking over to his projection. He looks even more concerned than before- partially because you disobeyed an order from him, and partially because you were willingly withholding information from him. You never did either of those things, not with him. You were both in balance, and trusted each other completely. He knew this had to be incredibly serious for you to say something like this.
“Then I shall return immediately.” He no longer cared for his assignment; he would much prefer that he knew you were safe and out of harm’s way. You start to shake your head more frantically.
“No, Kenobi- you must finish the task the Emperor has given you, he-”
“Can wait.” Obi-Wan finished abruptly. You could tell from the way he stood and held himself- chest out, shoulders back, spine rigid and straight- that he could not be swayed on this. “He can wait.” He repeated, wanting the words to sink in, for you more than himself. “I will be returning, whether you agree with me or not. I will be back by the morning.” And with that, those final harsh words, he ended the call. You sighed quietly, running your hands over your face in exasperation and stress. You hadn’t wanted to pull your lover away from the mission he had been given, you had wanted to wait just a few more days till he returned as had been planned. You sighed deeply, moving away from the comm, heading towards bed as you strip off your clothes. You nestle under the covers, wrapping your arms around yourself for some comfort.
By morning, you were well rested. As your eyes started to crack and flutter open, you became acutely aware of the arm around your waist, and the head buried into the back of your neck. You shuffle slightly to look over your shoulder, smiling slightly at the peaceful expression on the face of the sleeping man behind you. By rights, you didn’t even have to turn over to know that it was Obi-Wan, you knew the feel of his aura and his touch. Still, it provided a sense of comfort, knowing with more certainty that it was him. You shuffle round to face him fully, brushing some of his auburn locks away from his closed eyes. His nose scrunches ever so slightly at the contact; and he too starts to wake up. It’s a slow process for him, and always had been. Even during his time serving the Order; though your mornings together were few and far between, you had noticed this little pattern of his. His eyes crack open like yours had done, and a drowsy smile moves over his lips.
“Good morning, darling...” He yawned softly, before pressing a gentle kiss to your jaw. “You look stunning...” He told you, his lips still pressed against your skin as he gave you the compliment- no doubt the first of many that morning.
“You flatter me, Obi..” You murmur in reply, and presses kiss after feather-light kiss over your jaw and neck.
“I speak only the truth for you, my love...” He trailed off for a moment, as he started to push himself up onto his elbows. “Now... Onto business...” He mused, “You still need to tell me what’s bothering you.” He pointed out, and he was right, as he often was. “So, I would start talking, my dear.”
Though his demeanour is playful, you know you shouldn’t argue this time around. You sit up, leaning against your pillows as your try to think of how to start talking about your recent discovery- despite it’s wonderful connotations, it was not as easy as one might think. “Obi...” You begin.
“Darling.” He replied, hardly missing a beat.
“I have some... Rather pleasing news.” He nods, prompting you to continue. “You... Are going to be a father.”
It takes him a moment to actually register your words, for their meaning to sink in. He practically tackles you back into the bed when it clicks somewhere in his mind, the widest smile on his face. He’s laughing breathlessly, hardly able to believe the news or contain his excitement because of it.
“Is it so?” He asked, his hand splaying over your stomach as he spoke. “My, my...” He mumbled- and it was moments like this that showed how much he had changed from his old ways. Had you given such news to him whilst he was still a Jedi- he would have panicked at first, asked if you wished to keep the child, and if you had done he would have likely asked you to leave to a slightly more rural planetary system. He had no fear now, and so didn’t need to ask you. He accepts it with ease in these times, and is more than happy to receive such news. He had no fear in rearing a child now, so long as you wished for it too. He paused as this thought washed over him, then gave you a curious look. “Are we... Keeping the child?” He asked, and you couldn’t help but chuckle.
“I think we could be wonderful parents... If you’re not away so much.” You poke your finger into his chest.
“Alright... I will discuss it...” He mused, resting his head near you abdomen, gazing at it in wonder. He could hardly believe that your child- the fruits of both of you- was growing there, and he was more than just excited to meet his child. He pulled you close again, whispering sweet nothings and reassurances as the morning wound on, till you eventually fell asleep again in his arms, comforted by his presence.
AN: Hello There! This oneshot is set after The Clone Wars season Seven and happens while Maul is the hidden leader of Crimson Dawn on Dathomir, his home world.
Summary: Reader is struggling to cope with the overwhelming temperatures on Dathomir. Fed up of the summer heat, she decides to see what Lord Maul is up too...
AN: Divergent from canon as Maul’s cybernetic implants are below his knee for, reasons...
WC: 3.9K // Rating: Explicit.
Dathomir was hot,
Unbearably hot, for the human skin.
There was also an abundance of adequate air conditioning. But Dathomir was a quiet, desolate world. It was to be expected. The summers on this planet were unbearable, and far too long for your liking. It did not matter how many you experienced, they were always unfathomably unpleasant.
The holopad you held was serving as a futile distraction, lying on the dark framed bed with the device held over your face. You found yourself stripping from your usual attire, down to your simple black briefs and a simple crepe vest top.
Thankfully sunset was in a short while. But it felt like cycles away.
When you were off duty you tried to limit yourself to where you could go, otherwise you would end up picking up little pieces of work. A problem you found, with work and home being the same place. But, you would much rather be working now. It would distract you.
Too impatient to wait for the sun to slip away, you decided to take yourself away from your quarters. Slipping off the low bed, throwing on your long black chiffon robe, warm arms slipping into the loose sleeves. As you touched the tiles with your bare feet you thanked the force that they were not not hot enough to scorch your skin. You walked over to the grey metallic door, shifting open with a cool breeze that was shorter than you liked.
The metal cladded corridor was dimly lit, thin white lights sat on the wall in adjutant rows. The radiant heat still penetrated the dark walls.
Your location was the central room Maul conducted his operations, and where you supported him. It was a private room, one of the only ones in the facility that did not give any hints that his base of operations was on Dathomir.
He wanted to remain in the shadows, after all
Upon arriving at the large grey doors, the intercom panel was lit green. The door was not locked. Pressing a warm finger to the panel, the door shifted open.
The room was much larger than your shared quarters, but it was fairly dimmer. The only light in the room was the various holograms that would occupy the space and scattered white lights across the walls. But at this moment in time, the white lights served as the only light source.
In the center of the dark cool room rested Maul, seated upon a metal chair, holopad in one hand, cheek resting upon a closed fist in the other.
Maul’s ear’s picked up the door closing, his screen-worn eyes focused on the transcript. A report on a shipment from Dryden Vos, how lucky he was.
And, how bored, so boring.
“What is it” Maul uttered sharply.
You had become accustomed to his bluntness, taking no offence as none was meant “Would you prefer it if I looked over those Dryden’s reports?”
Really, you were bored. Maybe a bit lonely,
But you didn’t want to be in that room anymore.
Maul switched off the holopad, throwing it on the crate next to him. “I have sensed… unease from you today” Maul clicked his teeth, turning in the chair to face you. “You should do better to control-“
Maul paused, words stolen off his silver tongue.
He did not expect you to be wearing those clothes.
The chiffon robe, hung at your feet. The collar is embroidered with a beautiful crimson pattern. The crepe vest rested comfortably against your chest, the skin around your collarbone was bare. The black briefs were a simple thin fabric, but they rested comfortably against your thighs.
Maul noticed a shift, now it was his thoughts that needed to be controlled.
Kriff, he loved seeing you like this.
“I do not mind taking over, if you would like to meditate” Maul continues to observe your features as you leaned over to retrieve the holopad off the crate, including a cheeky stair down the nape of your vest.
Your appearance, your mannerisms, demonstrated how comfortable you were around him.
And how much he was infatuated by you.
Maul noted that the crimson detail of the robe rested across the curve of your breasts, one move and it would dare to slip off. It would be simply a matter of removing the vest....
Or, ripping it off.
Temptation flooded his thoughts.
“I have a syndicate meeting in a moment’s time, care to join me?” He held his hand out, gesturing for you to take it.
He was up to something.
Suspiciously, you reached for his hand branded hand. But then, an unknown force pushed you closer to him. Weak knees buckled, falling into his lap, hands falling onto his tight abdomen.
“Careful,” Maul playfully teased, catching you by your hips with his eager hands. The same thirsty palms found themselves sliding across your hips, up your back, slipping underneath the robe and vest.
Long fingers caressed against your skin. Likewise, your hands traversed up to his defined chest. Maul was painted in layers of back robes; Fathomed on how he could manage wearing those layers in this heat yet you could still feel the fine ridges of the muscles beneath the thick fabric.
One of Maul’s hands diverted from your back, trailing down to your brief covered buttocks, giving it a lively squeeze.
He was feeling unusually playful.
You were fond of his touch, although you did not want to admit it. Although it was obvious on your face.
You didn't always call him Lord, but you knew it swelled his pride, as well as other things. “Lord Maul, I do not think this is appropriate for-“
“Quiet,” Eager hands retracted from your back, now pursuing the chiffon fabric that rested on your shoulders. Flicking his fingers underneath the fabric with ease, pushing it away from your shoulders. It now rested on the middle of your back.
The Crepe vest hung mischievously low, it was a thin fabric and up close Maul could see the details of your breasts though the material. The crime lord brought his right hand up through the crepe fabric; calloused fingers teasing with the soft flesh before crossing his thumb over your perky nipple
You tried to hold back a small moan, his eager touch lighting a fire in your belly.
“Eager, aren’t we?” Maul removed his hand, much to your displeasure. With haste, he lifted up the soft vest, flicking his warm tongue over your pert nipple. A moan reverberated off your lips when his tongue licked you. Your moans became louder once his lips kissed over the warm flesh.
Maul sucked, hard. Low groans and gasps emerged from your throat, body arching against his touch. Maul removed his hand from the vest, allowing the fabric to rest on the bridge of his nose. Two hot hands secured your back, keeping you from falling while he sent pleasurable waves throughout your being with just his mouth and tongue.
Maul removed himself from your breast, a thin line of spit hanging between his lips and your nipple.
“I think I am the one that decides what is appropriate or not”
He left a trail of kisses across you as he moved across your chest, bringing one hand from his back forward.
“Don’t you agree, darling.”
“Yes- “Gasping, distracted by the pleasurable sensations that were crippling your body as he set his tongue to work on your untouched breast, while his thumb and index finger pinched at the wet nipple he was previously attending to.
Maul pulled away from your chest, golden pupils looking into your flushed eyes
“Are you sure, you did not come here to tempt me?”
Maul manoeuvred his hand, trailing down your back once again. First, beginning to toy with the waistband of your thin briefs before traversing further downwards, two eager digits stroking exactly where you wanted him to stroke. Maul could feel the wetness that was beginning to soak your briefs, wetness that he caused.
He watched with eager eyes as he teased you, he adored watching you become unraveled under his touch.
Kriff, he was unbearably hard. He just wanted to bury himself inside of you.
But, he would be patient, he could wait.
For a short while.
Maul’s lips moved to your neck, small kisses and nips planted across the supple skin as he continued to tease his fingers against you.
“M-Maul” breathless moan left your lips, you wish he would just rip off your briefs and fuck your there and then
It wouldn’t be the first time.
An eager growl left Maul's throat. “Shall I fuck you, darling?” sharp teeth now scraping against the warm skin of your neck, no doubt leaving a mark.“Shall I show them all, who you belong to?”
The answer did leave your mouth, instead desperate lips met him in an intense kiss. Maul nipped at your bottom lip as you ground yourself against his fingers.
You wanted him, no, you needed him.
Now.
“!!”
The high pitch communicator echoed across the room, accompanied by a flashing red light on the panel next to the chair. Maul’s dark lips removed themselves from yours softly. A disappointed sigh accidentally left your lips.
Maul noticed your lips parting, before closing again. Holding back your words.
His two fingers that were vigorously teasing you paused for a moment, although maul noticed the wetness was becoming too much for the thin fabric and began to slip onto his fingers.
Both of you were flustered, burning with want.
But, the syndicate comes first,
You went to remove yourself off his broad thighs, but Maul protested. An eager growl leaving his throat, the hand that wasn’t occupied pleasuring you was pressed firmly on your back, holding you to him.
He could have used the force, but he didn't need to.
“Do not consider this prematurely finished, darling.”
The thought had crossed his mind of fucking you during the meeting. Thick Rigid cock buried completely in your cunt. Maul wondered if the syndicate leaders could see the wetness that would slide down his cock as he fucked you. The expressions of pure satisfaction on your face as he made you reach pure bliss.
But no,
He would not give them the pleasure of them seeing you like that,
That was a privilege for him and him alone.
Hastily sliding his hand from your back, Tapping the glowing receiver and ensuring the visual was switched off. Maul spoke, his voice low and thick.
“Our meeting is unfortunately delayed, a matter of higher importance has arisen”
Communication was cut abruptly, there would be no disturbances for another rotation.
“Maul, are you sure you-“ your false concern hastily redacted when his hand flew from the receiver, harshly pulling your underwear to the side, two digits finding their way inside of you with embarrassing ease,
Maul felt the groan emerge from your throat, “You, are always concerned, aren’t you”. He fucked you with his fingers, pumping them at an achingly slow pace, as they became slick with your juices, dripping down to his knuckles.
He had teased you far too much, with just his two fingers you were already becoming close to your release.
Maul’s mouth crawled up to your ear, whispering lowly “Maybe, you should be concerned with what I’m going to do to you, dear one.”
Then, he felt it. The way your body began to tense, lips parted and lowly moaning.
Maul smirked, pleased with his handiwork, indulging in the feeling of your walls contracting around his fingers as met your release.
But he was not satisfied.
The crime lord increased the intensity and speed of his finger fucking, intending to drag your release out until it became unbearable.
It was pure indulging and overwhelming pleasure, Without you realizing you began to grind against his fingers, greedily seeking more from the crime lord. “Lord M-maul!”
Dedicated fingers were still rubbing against your sensitive pleasure points, sending electrifying sensations throughout your body.
“Greedy today, aren’t you my darling?”
After a short while, your climax had finished. Maul withdrew his dampened fingers. Golden eyes taken back by your dazed expression, your cheeks glowing, lips sighing satisfyingly.
He fucking loved that he could unravel you like this.
“Come,” He demanded, pulling your underwear back in place. He began to rise from the chair, your legs wobbly as you stood on the cold ground.
“I think you can handle the rest of me now, darling”
Finally,
…..
The Sun of Dathomir has begun to set and the two moons crept over the horizon. The temperature has lowered, and so the bedroom has begun to cool slowly.
But, you had never been hotter.
Once you entered your shared room, Maul shed his upper robes. Discarding them onto a nearby chair. Your mind, still dazed from your climax couldn't help but stare when he removed his clothing. Toned Branded shoulders were defined to perfection, his chest equally as muscular, Painted in the dark tattoos that were so, him.
Maul positioned himself at the end of the bed. The only clothing was his final layer of bottom robes; you failed to keep your eyes averted from the outline of his hardness through the fabric.
He noticed your stares, and decided to indulge.
“Stay where you are,” Maul commanded. You were positioned parallel to him, your body in full show to him.
“Take off your clothes,” Voice sultry. “Slowly,”
You let the black robe slip off your arms, piling onto the floor near your feet. As you remove the vest, you made sure to glide your hands over your body as you did. Putting on a show of course.
Maul shifted his hands into his lower robes, running his rough hands across his ribbed cock, enjoying the performance you were giving him. He gave himself a firm squeeze at the base of his bulge.
“Now,” voice deep with need, the pleasant sensations of his own touch pulsating through him. “The rest”
Maul observed intensely as you slowly pulled the briefs down your thighs until they reached the floor, already stained with his own handwork. His grip was hard on his cock as he pumped it a few times, precum slipping onto his hand as he did so.
Attentive eyes met his hazy ones, you wished you could see him touch himself, and not be hidden by his clothing “Like what you see?”
“Mmm” Maul simply grunted,removing his hand from underneath his robes so could shed the remaining layer of clothing “Come here”
Heeding his command, you approached the crime lord. Admiring at how the ink was patterned across his entire body, with the exception of his cybernetic legs. From the knee downwards his leg’s turned from the warm crimson skin to the cool ashen metal.
They never bothered you, of course the cool metal sometimes surprised you when it comes into contact with your skin. But, it was who he was, you wouldn't change that for anything.
Soft footsteps approaching him at a teasingly slow pace, once you were close to him your right hand sneaked down to his cock, which he allowed of course. Maul grunted as your warm hand came into contact with him. Slowly drawing your hand over the three thick ridges that gave you so much pleasure, before stroking one finger over the tip. Rubbing away the leak of precum onto your finger before bringing it to your lips, kissing and licking the wetness away.
Maul sighed, heavily. A low growl leaving his throat.
“Shall we then?” Confidence brimming through your body “The usual position?”
He grunted, agreeing. Maul backed onto the center of the bed, lowering himself onto the soft mattress. You planted your knees on the side of his chest, hovering over his impressive length .
This position was more suitable, no matter now many times you had sex. You had to be prepared to take him. Really, he just wanted to bury himself completely in you, feeling you tighten around him as he did. But, he knew he had to be patient.
Otherwise, you would gain nothing but pain from this. He couldn't have that.
Maul’s hand’s caressed your hips as you positioned himself, The wet tip finally sitting against your entrance.
“What are you waiting for” Maul Growled, impatience brewing within.
“Patience,” Lowering a hand to grip the thick base of his cock, “Dear one”
Slowly, you started to lower yourself onto him. Letting out a sultry moan as you felt your walls beginning to slowly take him in.
“That’s it’ Maul encouraged, head now pressed against the mattress, he could feel the horns at the back of his head rubbing against the smooth bed linen.
His eyes closed, focused as he indulged in how tight you felt around him.
Maul became washed away in his thoughts
Yes, Give yourself to me.
As you crossed the second ridge a stifled moan left your lips. His hands clawed at your hips, trying desperately not to slam you down to his base.
Surrender, to me
He did not want to rush you, but kriff did he want to fuck you, hard.
Finally, you passed the final ridge, hitting the base of his cock with a satisfied moan.
Be mine, mine alone
Initially, you moved very slowly. Grinding up and down, feeling every ridge as you adjusted to his girth His hands were tight on your hips while yours rested on his defined torso.
Sometimes, if you were too slow he would grind his hips into you, demanding, begging for you to move faster.
But today, you were feeling nice and decided to move at a pleasurable pace, for the both of you.
Maul was better than any human lover you had ever had. While humans sometimes would have their own quirks and charms. The physical capability of Zabraks was far greater; their two hearts meant they could go faster, and for much longer. If you was to compare Maul to a human it would not compare; his cock, deep red in color, was delightfully thick and had exquisite details like no human
You never wanted to fuck another human again
Not after this, not after him.
Maul could not avert his eyes from you, the way your breasts moved as you lifted yourself grinded against him.
He recognized the way your body was beginning to tense up slightly, the way you increased the pace of your grinding the concentration in your facial expression and the small moans that left your lips.
He knew you was close,
Luckily for you, he was feeling generous.
Maul shifted his back off the bed, moving into a sitting position, you sighed at the sudden movement. Feeling his cock reach you in places it couldn't touch before. Maul lowly groaned, as you continue to fuck up and down his impressive length, already becoming soaked with your wetness.
You wrapped your arms wrapped around his shoulders, as you moved faster and harder on him. Feeling every ridge hit your walls. His hand’s found themselves squeezing your behind eagerly as you increase your speed and pressure, your orgasm in reach.
You were so close, you could feel yourself on the edge,
But Maul had a change of heart.
Toned arms wrapped around your back, with ease he flipped you onto your back. He noticed the displeased winge that left your lips as he took control.
He had disrupted your pace, he knew you were close to orgasm and he ripped it from you,
Almost.
“Patience, dear one.You have worked so hard. You deserve a reward for your work.”
Without holding back, he crushed his hips into yours, loud satisfied moans leaving your lips.
“M-maul!, you’re gonna make me-”
“Yes, that’s right.” Maul shifted your right leg, placing it onto his right shoulder. “Show me, how i make you feel,” His right hand spread across your left thigh, fucking you hard and deep “Come for me,”
The orgasm crushed though you, body burning up at your release, Maul felt your wetness coat his cock, making his assault on you even easier.
He wanted more, craved more. He needed to go deeper, as deep as he could. Maul’s hands moved, tightening around your ankles, hoisting them in the air, using his hips mercilessly to ram into you.
He desperately wanted to fill you up, to see his seed leak out of you. It was at times like this he wondered if you would ever sire his children,even if it was possible.
He never wanted children, but to see you become swollen with his child, It made him feel a certain way that he could not explain.
It was a passing thought.
Your Orgasm was reaching its end, as your mind focused you noticing mauls thrusting started to become erratic. He would never announce he was going to cum, but rather a crescendo or loud grunts and groans would confirm it.
You knew he was close.
“Maul...” Voice soft, satisfied and warm
That’s all it took, he removed his hands from your ankles, lowering himself on top of you. Your chest’s meeting. His hot lips meeting yours as he started to become undone, growling into your mouth as he came, cock twitching and warmth spilling into you. You planted soft kisses onto his lips as he groaned at his intense release.
It wasn’t just the orgasm for Maul, nor the way you touched his cock. He adored the way your hands explored his chest as he fucked you, the way you would trace the marks that were etched onto his skin. The way your gentle hands would circle the base of his horns.
He relished in the touch, the contact with another being. The way you would return his aggressive violent kisses with soft pecks of reassurance.
Physical Contact was something he has been without, for most of his life.
Until he found you.
He needed it, desperately so.
As his release reached its end, the final waves of pleasure cascading though his body. Golden eyes met your wide starry eyed ones.
They were so comforting, unlike his.
The moons of Dathomir were finally high in the night sky. The room was cool, but both of your bodies were searing. You could feel both of his hearts beating rapidly in his chest.
And, your smile was so soft,
He did not deserve such a smile.
“Why do you look at me in such a way?” Maul wistfully questioned,
Gentle hands danced around his scalp, sliding across the base of one of his horns. It was soothing to him “Why wouldn’t I look at you in such a way”?
Oh, he could think of many reasons. But unusually, the words could not find him.
For a moment, you thought that his eyes looked lost. Your soft palm caressed this cheek, radiating with heat. Maul found himself leaning into your touch, as if he was craving it. As if he needed it.
Calloused fingers interlaced with your smooth ones
Maul’s voice was low and full of somber. “I do not deserve such affection”.
Instead of words, you decided to show him how you felt. Placing a kind, gentle kiss onto his lips. Maul closed his eyes, leaning deeply into your lips. Enclosing his firm arms around your shoulders as you both melted into the bed sheets.
After a short while, the kiss broke away. satisfied eyes staring deep into his golden ones.
You wondered if they had always been golden.
Both of your hand’s still interlaced, tightly, as if you were never going to let go.
Word’s finally came to your mind, so you spoke. “That, is not for you to decide, darling.”
