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Crying while reading this before going to sleep this is so SOFT OH MY WHAT??!? 🫶🫶✨✨🩵🩵💫💫

Your stories are so detailed! I love them! ❤️ May I request Darth Maul x pregnant reader smut, where Maul can't resist pregnant reader? or something exploring Maul's breeding kink trying to get them pregnant? 👉👈 that'd be so hot 🔥💦

A/N: ... this has been sitting in my drafts for like... two months. oopsie. took a while on this one. 😶 but, y’know, life happens. 🙏😔

anywho, this is the dirtiest, nastiest, most extensive smut i’ve ever written, like good GOD, what have i written??? 😳 i blame you, anon, your thot was too damn SCANDALOUS. 🥵😈 had me BLUSHING writing my own darn tootin’ fic!!! 😳😖🥴😩💦💦

also, i kinda subscribe to the fanon (?) that dathomirian zabrak give their son’s names that mean violent, aggressive things (hence maul, savage, feral) so that’s why maul’s and reader’s son has the name he has, despite the fact he’s a literal sweetheart.

i hope y’all EAT with this one! PLEASE enjoy! 💗

content: DISGUSTANG smut, unprotected p in v sex, fingering (f receiving), pregnant sex, afab!fem!reader, established relationship (married 🥺), very domestic at the beginning, reader and maul have a son!!, pregnant!reader, reader is implied to be curvier too, maul’s my breeding kink really shows here, his pregnancy kink too lmao, also some goddess play? (is that a thing lol?), maul is also very service top in this, this fic is nothing but love in all forms it comes in

word count: 4,136 (jesus christ)

If someone had told you when you were younger and immature, that you’d be chasing a naked toddler around your home, you would have laughed at the absurdity. But here you are, finally gaining on your smiling, giggling like a madman three-year-old son, a tiny little boy whose way too fast for his age, and with far too much of his father’s influence in him. Not to mention he’s dripping wet, covered sporadically head to toe in bubbles, and, again, naked as the day he was born.

“Get over here, strawberry!” You attempt to coax the russet-skinned toddler back to you, clutching a fluffy towel in your hands. Of course, the sight of the towel only riles him up even more— because Ravage had determined very early on that bath time also means playtime— so he shoots off in the opposite direction, as quick as he can on his short, chubby legs, which is surprisingly fast. You groan, throwing your head back in mild exasperation.

It doesn’t help in the slightest that you’re currently seven months pregnant, and the extra weight of your second does not aid in making you a fast runner. Quite the opposite, actually.

“Maker, this child.” You sigh, shaking your head and setting up chase Ravage again, but before you go after the screaming, laughing toddler, Maul chooses that exact, perfect moment to return home, in all his shirtless glory. The opening of the door makes Ravage skid to a halt, almost tipping over, and when he sees his father in the doorway, his gummy smile positively beams and brightens his whole face.

“Dada!” He shrieks, careening towards Maul who grins and swoops Ravage into his arms when he reaches him. Ravage squeals, little hands immediately finding Maul’s face before he presses his little forehead against Maul’s chin. He goes almost silent, soft coos leaving his lips. Your husband hums, nuzzling the top of your son’s head gently in return, one of his hands rubbing Ravage’s back. The sight never ceases to make your heart swell with joy, how Maul so deeply adores your child and how Ravage gives it back.

“Did he escape the bath again?” Maul asks after a brief moment of quiet, walking fully into the house and closing the door behind him. The motion, for some reason, kicks Ravage into gear again and he starts babbling away, sticking one of his tiny fists into his mouth while also trying to “talk”. Maul strides over to you, taking in your disheveled, flushed appearance.

“Not quite.” You snort a laugh and shake your head, eyes rolling as the accursed memory of The Bath Incident briefly crosses your mind. Maul grins and passes over Ravage, who’s still speaking gibberish, but has calmed down enough to allow you to wrap him up in the towel. You adjust him in your arms, situating him above your baby bump, smiling warmly when he rests his head against the crook of your neck.

“He had the decency to bolt after I had pulled him out of the tub.” You reply, placing a soft kiss on the smooth crown of his head, and Ravage sighs happily when you do. You rub the little nubs on his head, where his horns are still only cartilage beneath the skin, in the way that makes him sleepy.

“How considerate of him.” Maul replies, smoothing a hand over Ravage’s head before his eyes drop downwards and he grins boyishly. He places a gentle yet firm hand on the swell of your belly, rubbing over your dress. Something in his eyes changes, in his whole demeanor for that matter, like a primal part of him rears it’s head. Like a fire that has gasoline thrown on it, flaring in intensity and heat.

You’ve seen it happen many times before during this pregnancy and your previous, and know exactly what very pleasurable end it leads to. It’s no secret to you of how Maul feels when you’re with child. A shiver goes down your spine, straight to your core.

“And what of this one, my love?” He asks, his voice just a tad huskier, leaning in to brush his lips against yours. It’s purposely slow and meant to be inviting, which you pick up instantly. Your lips curl up into a small grin in the kiss, and you part to see a mischievous look on Maul’s face. His pupils are dilated, not a whole lot, but enough that it’s noticeable.

“Oh, he’s been just fine. Active, as usual.” You murmur, letting Maul place a heavy, more heated kiss on your lips almost before you’ve even finished your sentence. You sigh into his mouth, happily letting your beloved husband to lay claim via the frenzied tongue. He shifts closer against you, which Ravage objects to with an indignant cry, and Maul parts from you.

“No kissing!” Ravage smacks a tiny palm on his father’s face, his face all furrowed with that anger that a toddler thinks they’re supposed to feel. Maul growls playfully and bites (very gently, of course) Ravage’s hand, which causes the baby to shriek with laughter. You pull away from Maul, rolling your eyes good-naturedly.

“Okay, okay, no getting him too riled up. Besides...” You send a glance over your shoulder, a coquettish smile on your lips.

“We need him to sleep. We’ve got a long night ahead of us.” You wink and turn quickly enough so that Maul doesn’t have time to quip a reply, but slow enough that you see his eyes flash with lust. Almost giggling, you hastily make your way to Ravage’s bedroom to get him ready for bed and out of the way for the rest of the night.

Despite bath time being a special sort of chaos a majority of the time, Ravage is far more willing to go to sleep easily. You peck his forehead, then pepper his tiny horn nubs all over in kisses, and then nuzzle his scarlet cheeks. Ravage is half-asleep, but awake enough to rub his eyes and smile up at you. He purrs lightly, hands gripping your forearm.

“Good night, baby boy.” You coo softly, cupping his face with your hand, fingers tracing the swooping black tattoo on his crown. Of course, Ravage is not actually tattooed, he is far too young and his skin is much too sensitive. Instead, Ravage is decorated like his father by a highly pigmented dye that stains the skin until he’s old enough to get inked. You kiss him one last time, on his chin, where the stain nearest his lips is beginning to fade.

“I love you so much, my sweet.” You murmur, pulling away from your baby which is always hard, but feels like it’s so much harder with all the pregnancy hormones that you’re dealing with. Placing a hand on your belly, you carefully rise so that you don’t disturb Ravage who’s practically asleep. You’ve never been much of a nervous person, but you keep your eye on him the entire time you walk to the door, and then some. Maul waits for you, having observed the whole time.

“He’ll be there in the morning, my dear.” Maul’s low voice is teasing, but it’s also laced with a genuine comfort. You feel the need to bite your lip, apprehensive about tearing your eyes from Ravage, but Maul’s hands pulling you against him breaks the spell. You wrap your arms around him, relishing in the warmth that emits from him in waves. If motherhood had made you one thing, it was being overly wary.

“He’s so perfect... How is he three years old already?” You ask quietly, resting your head against Maul’s bare shoulder. Your eyes glance over to your son, who’s sleeping so peacefully and quietly you want the moment to last forever. He looks so warm and safe and happy... Words cannot describe how satisfying motherhood feels. It feels like Ravage was still a newborn yesterday.

“I wonder that myself...” Maul starts, “Though, my dear, you’ll have another baby in your arms soon enough.”

You giggle softly, letting Maul pull you in close to him, as far as you still can that is. He reaches past you to pull the bedroom door shut as his face leans in, lips locking with yours to kiss you fervently, deeply. You moan softly into his mouth as his warm, moving tongue claims you, and you wrap your arms around his neck. You kiss for a few moments longer before Maul pulls back, leaving you catching your breath.

“Have I told you how stunning you look?” He asks, voice lilting with a curious sort of brazenness, playfully searching for an answer. You hum, eyes heavy lidded, tracing with a single finger the sloping tattoo on Maul’s collar bone. He meets your gaze, molten gold eyes just as hazy as yours.

“Yes... though I may need to hear it again.” You murmur, brushing your lips against the softer skin of his cheek, practically purring with delight when Maul’s hand slips, and he grabs your ass. You giggle breathily when he squeezes, smiling still when his mouth is on yours again.

“You glow, my beautiful wife, especially when there is a babe ripe in your womb.” Maul almost hisses those last words, and you whimper when the feeling of his growing erection pokes against your thigh. The wetness between your legs seems to grow tenfold, you feel drenched with liquid warm slick. Maul kisses you again, his other hand going to palm the swell of your belly, and you tremble at the vibration his groan sends into your mouth.

“Fuck, if only I could keep you like this.” He growls lowly, hand cupping your belly, and he’s emboldened by his own words, kissing you forcefully. You whimper, hands gripping him as he rocks his body into yours, grinding you lightly against the closed door behind you.

“T-To the bedroom, please.” You sigh desperately, clinging to your husband, and he chuckles lowly, eagerly, and he secures his arm around your waist to pull you in the direction of your shared room. He keeps kissing you along the way, making your knees almost give out on you with each heated, passionate one. By the time the door’s been opened, you’re quivering so intensely with need that Maul takes it upon himself to lift you into his arms and walk you to the bed.

Thankful for his strength, you sigh happily when he places you down on the soft mattress, the relief in your lower back and feet almost as intoxicating as the arousal the bubbles inside you. Maul keeps himself at the end of the bed, where he watches you like a vulture, watches as you scoot back against the mountain of pillows that you have accumulated over the duration of your pregnancies.

“Please, my love, give me a show.” He speaks, eyes dilating further until his golden yellow hues are nearly eclipsed by the inky blacks of his pupils. Your face burns with a slightly embarrassed blush, because it sometimes still evades you as to why Maul is seemingly so captivated by your pregnant form, but you’re so needy and hot, that your dress simply needs to come off.

“Okay. For you.” You whisper, eyes not leaving Maul as you reach up to unclasp the button at the top of your dress, then the one below it, and the one after that. Maul watches as your cleavage becomes more and more revealed, then as your breasts simple spill from the confines of your bodice, too heavy for the loosening fabric. Then he watches as you reach around to your back to untie the ribbon that holds your skirt, watches as the fabric slacks on your swollen belly.

You grow more and more aroused as you watch Maul almost drool as you shimmy your hips to pull your dress from your body, moaning softly when his hips suddenly seize when the fabrics fall to reveal your baby bump, your newly outie belly button, and the darkened line below it. With one last shift of your hips, and kick of your dress falls from the bed, and leaves you bare to your bristling husband.

“You look like the Winged Goddess herself.” Maul finally growls, taking in the entire sight of you, flushed and sweaty and pregnant, sprawl like a queen on her throne of pillows. The compliment sends a shiver down your spine and you whimper from arousal. It wasn’t often, being this heavily pregnant, that you felt sexy, so irresistible. But from the way Maul’s honey gaze burns across your body, how he studies your swollen belly and heavy breasts with nothing but adoration and lust, you can only think this is what it feels like to be worshipped.

Maul doesn’t only tell you he thinks you look like a goddess, he makes you one.

And Maker, Maul is horny. He’s staring at you intensely, like a wild animal about to pounce yet contained by straining patience. His hips rut the air, like his cock is searching for the hot, wet, holy place you have to offer for it’s sanctuary. Maul’s shoulders rise with the steady heaves of his chest, nostrils flaring with each exhale. Rarely does he have this type of patience, but tonight you are his temple, and he’ll treat you with reverence.

“Come, then. Give your goddess tribute.” You coo, voice a tad shaky from need, spreading your meaty thighs deliciously wide as you open your arms to him. No sooner does the invitation leave your lips as Maul leaps onto the bed, stalking up to you on all fours, looking like a hungry wolf. His golden eyes drop from your face to your dripping, swollen pink pussy, and something absolutely ragged flashes in them.

“My Goddess, I am going to ravish you.” And Maul’s lips are on yours in a deeply passionate kiss that steals away all of you in it. His tongue pushes past your lips and he tastes like heaven, and you moan, eyes closing. Maul hastens the kiss almost frantically, sucking at your mouth like he’s drinking a nectar. All of your moans and gasps are swallowed by him, and Maul pulls more and more from you. You reach and grab his shoulders, gripping at the thick muscle of his neck, nails biting into his skin.

Maul finally pulls away, breaking the kiss with a loud, wet pop and his absence is agonizing. Panting, his eyes scan your face, soaking up your dazed expression, red cheeks, and raw lips. He grins and leans back in to kiss you again, brief and light this time, before he starts to leave kisses along your jaw, leading down your neck. You sigh happily when Maul sucks mark against your throat, hands roaming his sculpted shoulders and upper back.

“Maul...” You whine his name, one of your feet crossing over his calf, beckoning him closer. Maul allows you to reel him in, arching over you and anchoring himself with his arms. Just barely, feather-light, his toned stomach brushes against the crest of your encarpous middle, a reminder that he’s the one who put the baby there. Maul nuzzles your neck, his chuckling sending small vibrations into the soft skin.

“My love...” Maul murmurs, one hand raising to cup your breast as his lips travel lower, “My Goddess, you are perfection.”

He squeezes your tit, which causes you to cry out from the explosion of pleasure that ensues. Maul knows they’re tender, knows they’re overly sensitive, and he knows all of this as his fingers tweak your darkened nipple, reducing you to panting shrieks. He rolls your weighty breast in his hand and locks his lips around the nipple of the other, swirling his tongue around it. You squeal and arch your back, one hand holding Maul’s head against your chest to urge him to not stop.

“Maul, Maul!” You chant his name, almost weeping when his hand leaves your breast, flattening against your side to knead at the plush flesh of your hip. Maul hums, uses his knee to further spread your thighs, and dips his hand below to tease his finger tips around your soaked pussy. You whimper when he traces your pulsing slit, his knuckles brushing against the sensitive bud that sits at the apex of your womanhood.

“Mm... you are drenched, my Goddess.” He groans, pushing two of his fingers into you which has you tossing your head back, mouth agape. It’s all stars and fireworks, so quickly and easily thanks to your over-sensitivity due to pregnancy, and the way Maul curls his fingers just right has the coil in you tighten. Maul sucks at your nipple, rolls his fingers again inside you, and it only takes the pad of his thumb, which comes to swirl over your clit only once, that has you undone.

“Maul!~” You weep his name, shaking and stiffening all at once as your first orgasm ripples through you like aftershocks of an earthquake. It’s all so sudden that even Maul seems pleasantly surprised, unlatching from your breast to look down between your legs where his crimson hand glistens with your release. He pulls his fingers from you, marveling at the way your cunt clenches, more of your nectar oozing from it.

“A bit premature, hm?” He teases, kissing your breasts and collar as he gives you a few moments to recover from the world-shattering climax. You shake your head, panting, hairs stuck to your forehead by the sheen of sweat that coats your entire body. You feel so hot, overheated, and wanting him— needing his thick, ribbed cock and his heavy balls and all his virile cum within them.

“Please, my love, please.” You beg, hands smoothing over his shoulders, gliding to massage his biceps, pulling him closer. All you want is him, you need him, your pussy aches for him. And Maul delivers, seeing how you’re already half gone, and in one delicious, pleasing thrust of his hips, he sinks his hard cock into your wet heat.

You shriek and he groans loudly, the simultaneous sensations of your clenching, quivering vagina and his spear-like dick jumps the both of you very near your ends. Maul pulls back his hips to snap them forward, going lost in his wild eyes briefly, and repeats the motion, slow but hard. You hardly have the awareness to breathe, so lost as Maul hits the gummy nodes of your cervix with each rock of his hips, the ridges of his cock dragging against the velvety walls of your cunt.

“F-Fa—Faster.” Drool escapes the corner of your lips with the weakly uttered plea you barely manage to convey. He obliges, just as lost as you, and his hips pull back to slam in quickly, repeating over and over, jostling your body with purpose and force. It feels like it knocks the wind from you, and you hold onto Maul like he’s your lifeline, weeping moans against his neck. His head dips against the crook of your shoulder, mindful of his horns, and he pants against your flushed skin.

“Love seeing you pregnant.” Maul grunts, lips worrying a dark mark into your neck that he seals with a small nip. You keen, hips unconsciously tilting more so his cock continues to hit that place just right, that you can take him even deeper. That tender place makes you see stars, the pleasure electrifying you to your bones, making you curl your toes into the sheets. Your pussy clenches, and Maul groans, thrusting with conviction like a bull in rut. The sound of his hips snapping wetly against yours filling the air, each thrust makes your thighs and hips jiggle.

“Wan—ugh, Want to keep you fat with child.” Scarlet and charcoal hands run up the hill of your belly to cup your breasts from below. Maul squeezes them, beckoning beads of milk to form at your nipples, and you cry out, moaning wantonly and uninhibited by now. Your eyes squeeze shut as the coil grows taut in your core once more, tighter and tighter with each snap of his hips. Maul growls out some incomprehensible sentence, snarling into your neck, where he bites again, then kisses and licks.

“S-So beautiful... tits full of milk... c-crowded, stuffed belly.” It’s all choked out in between grunts that get louder and louder until Maul is a mess of heaving groans. Your airy moans clash in the air with his snarling, Maul bites at your neck, your shoulder, lightly gnawing on you like he’s desperate for your taste. He thrusts into you like a jackhammer, bouncing you on his cock and rocking your entire body.

You mind goes blank, and the knot inside you snaps, sending you into the oblivion of a small death that shakes you to your core. It leaves you wide-eyed and moth hanging open, your puffy entrance spilling your wet release all over your inner thighs, the bed, and soaking Maul’s cock that still pulls in and out of you.

The rhythmic rocking of your body could have lulled you asleep, had it not been the soaring pleasure of your orgasm keeping you awake. It fades steadily, allowing the cloud that has blinded your mind dissipate as you regain consciousness, eyelids fluttering as you bask in the tingling of your climax, the wetness between your legs and under your butt, and Maul’s sturdy, warm flesh.

It’s all so much, so perfect, so wonderfully passionate.

He moans when your cunt grips him like a vice as he fucks you through your orgasm, pulling his head from your shoulder to lay wet kisses on your panting lips and tear-streaked face. You hadn’t even realized you’d actually cried from the pleasure until Maul dutifully laps away any remaining tears before he kisses down your neck to lick away the milk that’s leaked from your breasts as well, making you sigh.

His pace slows, hips stuttering once, then twice, and he too finishes with a loud groan, pelvis flush against yours as he spills thick, sticky ropes of cum directly to your womb. The feeling of the spreading warmth pulls you further back to reality, grounding you with it’s primal, natural familiarity. You hum, rubbing Maul’s tense back with your hands as he stays locked to you for a good thirty seconds, just letting him spill everything he has into you.

Near the end, he says your name like a desperate prayer, all choked, all wretched from his throat. And he says it again once his cock’s finished, the last few spurts of cum leaving him, and this time it is said with nothing but satisfaction, content, and love. He kisses your breasts a few more times, his hands rubbing your hips, before he lifts his eyes to meet yours.

“I love you.” Maul says, his eyes as bright and as serious as the sun, and you smile broadly, if not a bit loopy and sleepy too. You cup his cheek, thumb resting on the curved line of the tattoo on his cheekbone. One of Maul’s hands go to tuck your sweaty hair behind your ear, the other plants itself firmly beside you so that Maul can anchor himself above you. His softening cock rests nestled inside you, he arches over you like a protective ceiling of red and black loving flesh and blood, and he kisses you like your the personification of all that is good and holy.

“I love you.” He says again, and it makes your heart sing. The air around you and Maul buzzes with the dewy afterglow of sex, feeling as though it lights your dimly lit bedroom a brighter, gentle orange. Maul sighs deeply into the kiss and pulls out from you, and you sigh when you feel his release steadily seep from you like glistening honey off the comb. He still kisses you as he moves from atop you to your side, haphazardly grabbing a blanket to pull over you both.

As you both kiss and situate yourselves into bed, spent and exhausted, you don’t mind that tonight he doesn’t leave to get cloth to clean you up, or that you’re falling asleep sticky and wet, and that tomorrow you’ll have to clean the sheets and probably the mattress too. No, tonight you only think of Maul, soak in all of the love and adoration you feel come from him, and reciprocate it when he pulls you to him, spooning you from behind, wrapped securely by his strong arms.

“I love you, too.” You whisper to Maul in the darkness, eyes closed, your fingers searching to lace with his, both of your hands then resting atop the baby that grows inside you. He hums, kisses the back of your neck, and you fall asleep feeling happy, tranquil, and loved.

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inkybyl · 19 hours ago

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attention. | yan! darth maul

soft yandere! au

fem! reader

synopsis. after months of ignoring your captor, you grow curious about his his species and discover that attention makes him purr, not growl.

fluffy! pre-tpm! maul, zabrak purring, manipulative reader, reader is smart but kinda dumb lmao, reader has accepted his tendencies, reader doesn’t know much about sith/jedi. ALL CONTENT ON MY BLOG IS FICTIONAL.

WARNING(s): obsessive tendencies, possessive behavior, mentions of kidnapping, manipulative reader, stockholm syndrome, suggestive content, maul uses mind tricks on reader at one point, maul is constantly reading reader’s mind

You didn’t know much about Zabraks in general, but you did know a lot about Maul. You knew he was moody and aggressive, mostly with others rather than yourself. You know that he likes eating with you, often refusing meals unless you were there to join him. You know that he is a Sith Lord, with a master who doesn’t like you. But most importantly, you know that Maul is possessive.

Maul’s possessiveness was the most prevalent part of his personality, at least from your point of view. It was the very reason you’re here, locked away in his room on a massive ship in the middle of space, far from your home on Naboo. Currently, he was busy training with his master while you were forced to wait for him. His master didn’t come around so often anymore; you didn’t know why his visits have become less frequent, but you were relieved by the fact. The Sith unsettled you for more reasons than his wicked nature; he made his dislike for you clear. You’re sure the only reason he let Maul keep you at all is because of the strong emotions you disrupt in the zabrak.

You aren’t entirely certain what the Dathomirian feels for you, but you’re clever enough to know it’s something akin to obsession. He’d kidnapped you; stole you from Naboo as you were returning from the late-night market. He’d never explained to you why he took you, why he was there on Naboo, or if he had ever stalked you beforehand. He prefers to leave you ignorant to most things, perhaps only because he dislikes talking.

Maul wasn’t a great communicator by any means, especially when he’d first brought you to the ship, but you realized at some point that verbal communication was his primary issue. Physically, he was very clear in what he wanted, whether he had to drag you around, pick you up and place you where he wanted, or even growl at you.

Back when you’d first arrived, the idea of sharing a bed with him rightfully scared you. The first few days spent with him, you sat in the corner of his room, cowering and refusing to move unless you needed the bathroom. He didn’t say much to you, but his annoyance at your rejection was obvious enough. He would sit on the edge of the bed glaring at you for many minutes until he eventually stripped his shirt off and laid down, his back to you. That was a short-lived phase: after four nights of this, he finally went over to you, plucked you from your spot on the ground and threw you onto his bed. Maul was an intimidating figure, in more ways than one, so you were too scared to try and escape him. He forcefully pushed you under the covers before crawling into bed himself, next to you. He kept his distance, and eventually you relaxed; you didn’t realize how soft his bed was. But the moment your eyes closed, Maul released a deep, odd sounding growl that immediately jolted you out of your relaxed state. He didn’t growl again that night, but you still didn’t sleep much.

Recently you’ve noticed that his growling has become more frequent, and you assumed he just didn’t like being bothered. You’ve lost most of your fear of him; it’s become increasingly obvious that he had no intention of hurting you. And honestly, you’re learning to accept your role with him. But the growling bothers you; it’s confusing. If he liked you enough to kidnap you from your home planet, then why does he growl at you?

Often, he brings you along to watch him train, but only when he’s alone. You sit on the ground with nothing to entertain yourself as he shows off his fighting skills, throwing and manipulating his lightsaber with impressive ease. You haven’t told him yet, but you’ve learned to admire his beauty; the tattoos covering his red skin were oddly charming and you catch yourself wanting to trace your fingers over them. For many months, you’d widely tried to ignore his presence the best you could, but it was getting exhausting. He wasn’t wearing a shirt at the moment, most likely to draw a reaction from you, and you now really take the chance to look at the dark patterns.

Pretty, you thought affectionately, watching as Maul froze in place.

He shut his lightsaber off, a short, quiet growl leaving him. Turning your way, he dropped the saber hilt before extending his hand your way.

“Come here.” He spoke sternly, and you perked up with a smirk.

“What, do you want me to beat you up?” You asked, guessing that he was inviting you to spar with him.

Your confidence was a bit false and he likely knew it. You were stiff from hearing his growl, but you weren’t fearful. You knew he wouldn’t harm you, but you knew he easily could if he so desired. You weren’t a Jedi before all this; just a normal Naboo citizen who occasionally helped assist at the palace. You couldn’t fight like Maul could, he’d knock you down in seconds.

He huffed, pushing a quick breath out of his nose at your teasing, “Show me.”

You furrowed your brows, tilting your head at his words. You weren’t sure what he was asking for.

He stepped forward, pulling you by your wrists further into the center of the room, “How you would fight me, My Star. Beat me up.” He mocked, a small grin gracing his harsh features.

Frankly, you weren’t interested in sparring with Maul. Not only were you sure to lose, but you weren’t dressed for such physical activity either. Maul provided you with clothing, as you obviously didn’t get the chance to pack. Most of your wardrobe consisted of thin dresses of various colors, primarily black, red, or white. Currently, the dress you wore was a silk, off-white piece that only went to your knees. Like most of them, it was quite revealing, a wide slit going up your thigh and two thin straps rather than sleeves. You weren’t stupid, you knew you could get out of this situation.

“Maul,” you pouted, looking down at your bare feet and stepping closer to him.

The Zabrak before you was much bigger; he wasn’t incredibly tall, but he was very broad and well-built. You’d never touched him, not really and definitely not on purpose. You’ve had accidents where you’d stumbled into him or rolled over to his side of bed at night, but his growls always spooked you away.

“I don’t want to fight you, you’ll just win. Can’t we do something else?” You asked gently, fiddling with your hands and refusing to look up at him.

His breath had picked up, you noticed. It was kind of endearing, the obvious way you effected him. You felt a little bad for messing with him like this, but at the end of the day, he did kidnap you and deserved a little karma for his sins.

He didn’t speak, just observed as you reached up and placed your hand on his shoulders.

You finally looked up into his yellow eyes, your wrists sitting gently on his red and black skin. The growls erupted in his chest instantly, causing you to flinch slightly but not move your hands. Neither of you said a word but you could see his pupils were blown wide, hinting at his attraction towards you. You were a bit taken aback and quickly averted your eyes up, looking at his horns. Does… he growl when he likes something?

“I want a book.” You whispered, “Could you get me one?”

“Yes.” Maul answered quickly, his voice a bit raspy.

“I want a book on Dathomirian Zabraks. I want to know more about them.” His strange growl grew louder at that, “For educational purposes, of course.”

“I’ll get you your book.” He confirmed.

That was two weeks ago, and he had stayed true to his promise. In fact, he’d gotten you a few books on Dathomirian Zabraks. It’s what you were currently reading as you waited for him to finish his training session with his master.

You were reading one of the three books, the one about anatomy. You remembered when you first met him, you assumed the patterns on his skin were a feature of his species, but he eventually told you they were tattoos he received as a child due to his culture. The book explained the variety of skin colors his species could have, and how they had two hearts. It was all quite interesting; you already felt as if you had a better understanding of Maul.

Just as you reached the chapter about their horns, the lock on the door fiddled and Maul soon entered the large bedroom. You sunk into your spot on the bed and peaked over the book to look at him. Per usual, he glanced at you before heading off to the shower without a word. Not much changed since you’d touched him during his training, and you haven’t tried anything since. It would be a good 15 to 20 minutes until his return, so you quickly delve back into your book.

To be honest, you’d never thought much about Maul’s horns. Rather, you just kind of accepted them and moved on. Horns were a pretty common characteristic in the universe, they weren’t the part of maul that stood out most. His most striking feature was his skin, and you’d already gotten to the bottom of that.

By the time Maul got out of the shower, you were high on curiosity.

“Maul!” You called for him as soon as he opened the bathroom door. You were looking excited, a sight he’s never been blessed with before now, sitting on your knees as the edge of the bed with the book in your hand.

“Yes, My Light?” He asked, eyes focused on your expression as he threw his black robe down the dirty-clothes shute. He was only in his loose black pants at the moment, ready for bed.

“Your horns! They grow!” You told him excitedly as if he didn’t know.

“They do.” He smiled, standing directly in front of your spot on the bed.

“I’ve never seen them any longer than what you have them.”

“I file them down, My Star.” He told you gently, slowly reaching his red and black hand down to stroke your hair.

“When?” You’d certainly never seen him do it, and you’ve been with him for nearly 7 months.

“Hm, they don’t grow as fast as you may think. I file them every few months.” He sounded breathless, your hair curled around his fingers.

“Can I do it?” You asked sweetly, knowing he’d say yes.

Poor you, you had no idea he could feel your thoughts. He always could and he was always listening. You weren’t educated on Sith or Jedi, how could you have known? You’re clueless; you think you’re clever. He lets you think you have the upper-hand, because maybe you do. He gives you anything you want, he’d do anything for you as long as you’re his. He’s obsessed with you, he loves you, you’re all he thinks about, you’re all he wants.

“Yes.” He tells you, and motions towards his bedside table where the metal file sits inside.

You crawl across the bed, letting go of your book and retrieving the file. Maul watches you diligently, moving to sit cross-legged on the bed, facing you when you return. You don’t say anything about his position, rather you adjust yourself to sit on your knees and quickly get to work filing his horns. You work a little clumsily, but he doesn’t mind.

The growls start up immediately, and you can feel the vibrations all the way up at his horns. Since the training incident, you’ve learned not to mind them. Your working theory is ‘happy-growls’, but you have to wait until you get to the Dathomirian Zabrak: Behavior and Culture book to find out. The sound is alarming, it’s similar to the growl of a loth-wolf, maybe a bit softer? You don’t want to ask him; you’re not sure about letting him know you’re interested. After all, he did kidnap you. At the end of the day he’ll always be your captor. The growing fondness you have for him is wrong.

Lost in your conflicted thoughts, you didn’t notice his growling stop. At least not until his hands grip your waist, shocking you out of your trance. His eyes bore into yours and you begin to wonder about his eye color. It’s unique and even a bit attractive. If you had kids, would they inherit his eyes?

Maul released your waist in favor of pulling your face down to his, pressing his lips to yours in a desperate fashion.

He feels like he’s on a high; he always feels this way when he’s near you, but it’s stronger this time. Better. You were imagining kids with him. Bearing his children, and wondering if they’d resemble him. Of course, you didn’t know he wasn’t born with these eyes; they were a result of his Sith status. It’s okay, he would teach you about it in the future.

This was the first kiss between the two of you, and the most physical that things have ever gotten. You were buzzing. You wanted nothing to do with him just a month ago, but the loneliness had caught up with you, you suppose. So many thoughts were filling your head, thoughts you didn’t feel were your own. Different scenes flashed before your eyes; maul kissing you, dancing with you, getting married to him, having his children.

You gasped at the images, jerking back from the red Zabrak. The growling was louder than you’d ever heard it, and his arms were strong around your midsection. You never noticed the change in position, you were now seated in his lap with your arms around his neck.

“What was that?” You whispered, breathless and confused. You felt as if you were going to cry.

“Shh, it was nothing, my Lady.” Maul cooed, the tone sounding odd with his deep voice, “Let’s rest.”

You found yourself nodding along to whatever he said, allowing him to move you wherever he wanted. Soon you were drifting off to sleep with Maul’s chest rumbling behind you.

•.

Maul had been a bit more affectionate lately, and the growls have increased in frequency. You haven’t kissed again since the night you’d filed his horns, and to be honest, you’ve been avoiding him best you could in favor of reading your books. You felt guilty. Guilt towards your loved ones who you were stolen from. Were you actually enjoying your time with your captor?

It was the middle of the night, Maul was sleeping beside you in bed. You were still up, reading your book about zabrak behavior. This book didn’t have as many pictures as the last, but you didn’t mind; you were too focused on getting to the bottom of his growling.

Skimming through the chapter on aggression, you were confused. Although it briefly mentioned growling, the sound and motives it described didn’t match your experiences with Maul. In no way was he threatened or physically aggressive.

But when you turned the page, reaching the 11th chapter happiness and pleasure, suddenly it all made sense…

You sat up quickly, tossing your book to the ground. The sound must’ve woken Maul, because he was all too ready to catch you when you jumped onto him, straddling his midsection above the blankets.

The familiar sound starts up; he’s not growling, he’s purring.

As far as you knew, only animals could purr, you weren’t aware of any humanoid creatures having that ability. It never even occurred to you of that being a possibility, how could you have been so dumb? Happy growls? That’s what purring is, practically!

“You purr?! You’re purring at me?!”

Maul’s purrs quiet down a bit and he looks awkward. Expressionless. Like he’s not used to be confronted, which he definitely isn’t.

“No, no no! Keep going!” You slap his chest lightly, demanding more purrs. You don’t really know if it’s voluntary, you didn’t read that far.

He huffs at that, but his purrs go back up in volume and you can’t help but laugh. You feel like an idiot, you probably are, and here he is doing whatever you say. The big bad Maul, evil Sith Lord, obeying you at every request.

He almost wants to tell you he can hear your thoughts, that you’re being a bit too arrogant at the moment, but he decides that would ruin the moment. It would also likely destroy all the progress he’s made. So he stays quiet, letting his relaxed and satisfied purring talk for him.

He’s never been the best at verbal communication and he’s glad that you know.

- venus

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