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teenage!maul in my fic is literally just this meme
Headcanon that Maul is really good at ballroom dancing.
Sidious's whole goal was to be an emperor, and I want to think he accounted for fancy royal parties with fancy royal guests. He would've trained Maul in etiquette and ballroom dancing just as hard as he trained him in fighting, so Maul wouldn't embarrass him at a space gala or something.
The first time they have to host a rich people party on Mandalore, Maul turns out to be a very elegant dancer, and Savage is like "seriously brother? 🤨" and Maul is like "Yes? 🤨 What kind of heathen do you take me for?" and he has to carry the mingling (which he hates) because Savage has two left feet.

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I saw one ref on Pinterest and just KNEW I had to do it with Maul ehehehehe :33
Helloooo :P
I just want to say I love your writing and honestly I look forward to seeing the notifications I get when you post! I was wondering what positions you think are the Nightbrothers favorite?
Perhaps how each of them like to cuddle (sfw) or maybe what position they want their s/o while being intimate in the bedroom (nsfw)? Whichever you are more comfortable with ofc! Love you lots !!!
Ps: thinking about Maul laying on readers chest and getting back rubs genuinely makes me giggle 💗
You’re so sweet for this, your message made my day I swear, love you lots too! :) I already posted cuddling headcanons, so I’ll focus more on nsfw here. Hope you like it, don’t lose faith in me if I flopped (non ironically sometimes I hate what I write) I feel huge amount of responsibility towards Zabrak boys and all of my readers. Im trying to improve every day guys.
The Nightbrothers - fav sex/after sex positions
NSFW 18+
includes: Maul, Savage, Icarus, Scorn, Feral
note: I will be writing aftercare headcanons separately. Andd there might be a part 2 to this one also, I might get inspired to go in depth on the matter.
Darth Maul
Enters the room like he’s about to kill you. The doors slam open, the whole place seems to shake, and he steps inside only to stop dead in his tracks. His eyes find you immediately, and once they do, you’d better hold that eye contact. :)
Then he starts circling you slowly. Watching you, waiting to see if you’ll move.
He knows exactly what he’s doing. The anticipation is half the fun for him. Making you wait. Making you wonder when he’s finally going to close the distance.
And then, once he’s behind you, his arms wrap around your waist possessively, and he pulls you down with him onto the couch, settling you comfortably in his lap.
“There is something deeply wrong with you, my dear,” he murmurs against your neck, clearly amused. “How excited you get when you’re afraid.”
Before long, you’ll find yourself straddling him, caught in a kiss that feels more like a challenge than affection. Maul never seems capable of focusing on only one thing at a time. He kisses you like he wants to consume you completely , yet somehow still finds room to talk. Smug little comments slipped between each kiss, amused observations about how impatient you’ve become.
He’s obsessed with your hair. Always has a hand in it. Fingers curling into it, guiding your attention back to him whenever he feels you’ve glanced away from him.
In general, I think his favorite positions are anything outside the bed. Against a wall. On a chair. Leaning against a table. Somewhere on a staircase where neither of you should realistically be comfortable.
The important part is that you’re facing him.
Lovess that eye contact. He wants to see every reaction, every hesitation, every challenge. Wants your full attention and gives you nothing less in return.
If you close your eyes for too long or look away, he’ll grab your jaw and tug you right back, tilting your face toward his.
“There.” He mutters, “Much better”
Pinning you against a wall while he talks to you, crowding your space until all you can really see is him.
Face-to-face is his favorite place to be.
The type who would choose missionary for no other reason than wanting to finish an argument while staring directly into your soul.
And after all that angry, chaotic, messy sex, he becomes almost unrecognizable afterward. One moment he’s impossible to handle, and the next he’s practically glued to your side.
He immediately pulls you close, curling himself around you possessively as if he has no intention of letting you leave for the rest of the night. He settles himself between your thighs, resting his head against your chest with both his arms tucked under you. If you try to move, he lets out a low growl of dissatisfaction and pins you right back where you belong.
And if you dare stop absentmindedly rubbing circles against his skin, he notices. Every single time. He’ll never admit how much he enjoys the attention. Funny how he shamelessly just claims it though.
He becomes strangely quiet. Murmuring the occasional thought against your skin, most of it so soft you can barely hear it. Sometimes he’s talking to you. Sometimes he seems to just be thinking out loud.
Mostly, he just likes watching you relax.
Hearing as your breathing slows. Watching the tension leave your body. Watching your eyes grow heavy until you eventually drift off.
There’s something rewarding about it to him. The fact that you’re not afraid of him.
You’ve stood your ground when he challenged you. Argued back when he pushed. Refused to run when he was angry, unstable, difficult, or convinced he was impossible to love.
And Maul knows better than anyone that some parts of him will probably never be entirely under control. Yet somehow, you’ve accepted those parts too. So, when he’s wrapped around you like this and refusing to let go, it almost feels like his own quiet way of saying thank you.
Savage Opress
A sucker for hard core sex, but also super aware of his own size and strength. Because of that, most of the time he’s holding back. You almost get the feeling he’s waiting for permission.
If you want to see that side of him, you have to ask for it. Really ask for it. Tease him and challenge him. Push him a little. Give him an excuse to stop treating you like you’re made of glass.
The moment he realizes you’re serious, he’s on it like a dog! Hes responsive when it comes to praise, requests, or even outright demands. Talk dirty to him. Tell him what you want and he’ll become completely focused on giving it to you.
Loves using his big hands on you. One massive hand wrapped around your throat, the other gripping your hip or thigh as he thrusts into you. He loves being able to manhandle you, move you exactly where he wants you, and watch your reactions every step of the way.
One of his favorite positions is throwing both your legs over to one side and pulling you against him by your ass, completely captivated by the sight in front of him. Savage is surprisingly visual. Once he finds something he likes looking at, he can get completely stuck on it.
Another thing he loves is having you on your knees in front of him, both his hands controlling your movements on his cock. One hand cupping your cheek, the other firm on the back of your head pressing you down as he likes.
Afterwards he gets super proud of the messy state you’re left in. Messy hair, flushed face, he literally pulls you on top of his chest and holds you there just to admire his work.
In his mind, looking completely ruined afterward is a sign that both of you enjoyed yourselves properly. Savage likes passion that he can see.
And if you’re sitting there trying to fix your hair while he stares at you with that smug grin on his face, then as far as he’s concerned, that’s proof he did everything right.
Icarus
Loves watching you struggle.Not out of cruelty though. At least, that’s what he’ll tell you.
Half the time the positions he puts you in are difficult simply because they give him better access to you, but he’d be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy watching you deal with the consequences too. The truth is, he enjoys seeing you squirm, watching you as you try to regain some sense of control when he’s already taken most of it away.
Has you tied down against a vibrator, so tightly that you cant even move an inch, he holds the remote while taking your mouth at the same time. Your hands are also tied, behind your back or over your head, you cant move, you cant talk(obviously hes keeping your mouth occupied) and the only thing you manage is to let out a few desperate cries or gasps for air between his thrusts.
Hes not a complete maniac though.. has his gentle moments too, and one of his favorites is taking you from behind as both of you are kneeling upright, your back pressed tightly against his chest as he sits directly behind you, practically wrapped around your entire body. One arm draped across your collarbones occasionally finding its way upward, tightening around your throat; the other resting securely around your waist or between your thighs. Pulling you deeper onto him. Keeping you right where he wants you. The thrusts are deep and slow at first but then he also likes switching up the pace without warning, anytime he feels like you’re getting too close.
If you ignore the fact that he’s edging you, it really is sweet. He just buries his face against your shoulder and enjoys the feeling of having you there. Just the steady rise and fall of your breathing matching his as the rest of the world slowly fades away.
Aftercare is non-negotiable with him.
He keeps you tucked against his side, rubbing slow circles along your arm or shoulder. Ocassionally checking in. Mostly, he just likes hearing your voice and knowing you’re still there with him.
He’s especially attentive if things got particularly intense. Any lingering marks become something he fusses over. Gentle touches and soft kisses on each of them. A quiet praise.
“You took it so well for me” …. “Come here”
It’s crazy how quickly he switches from menace to caretaker. The psychopath that spent hours torturing you, now acts like he saved you from it too.
Makes sense I guess.. :’D
Scorn
Knows exactly how to completely disarm you.
He’ll have you lying comfortably on your stomach while he slowly works the tension out of your body. Soft kisses pressed along your spine, lingering just long enough to make your shoulders relax. Every time you think he’s finished, another kiss follows a little lower, a little slower.
At some point he sits upright behind you, to give you a massage or to play with your hair. He really takes his time with you, feeling your every muscle relaxing under his touch, not letting you realize the weight of him pressing down on you more with every second. Before you know it you’re pinned down without being able to move even if you wanted to.
That is how he likes to take you, slow and deep thrusts as you lie under his weight helplessly whimpering into the pillow. Occasionally he eases back, turns you slightly toward him, checks your face like he’s making sure you’re getting enough air. He’s just such a caring babe, always making sure you’re safe before anything else.
Also likes pulling you up and just taking you doggy style His movements are rough and tough, if you didnt know him better youd say he’s ruthless. A quick, sharp strike with an open hand landing on your ass making you jolt and turn back to look at him.
He gets super lazy and sleepy afterwards, wants to snuggle you close and fall asleep with his face buried in your neck. The same hands that were rough on you, become absent-minded and soft, lazily tracing your arm or rubbing small circles against your shoulder until he drifts off completely.
Feral
Cuddles and sex with him can easily just be called playtime instead.
He’s reallyy bratty and mischievous, loves getting a reaction out of you. Wants engagement, wants you to play back.
Sits super close to you, always making sure he’s touching you somewhere, even if it’s just his thigh brushing against yours, or his fingers drawing imaginary shapes across your wrist or palm of your hand. Somehow always finds himself sitting lower than where you are so he can look up at you with his innocent round eyes and use them to his advantage.
During sex he’s pretty spunky and confident. Loves giving head of course cause it gives him that lower ground, allowing him to keep that angelic eye contact with you. If you grab him by the back of his head and shove him closer onto you, he will absolutely lose his mind. Will still keep that eye contact even through the tears.
Also likes when you just take control and ride him, possibly with your hands on his chest, extra points if you leave scratch marks there. He will be cherishing them for days after, he gets really sentimental about hickeys and bruises you leave on him in general. Sees it as some form of a bond and just loves that you claim him like that.
Physical closeness is huge for him. He likes being tangled up together afterwards. Legs intertwined, arms wrapped around you, your bodies pressed together with no clear idea where one person ends and the other begins. His brattiness never stops though, he starts pointing at some little scratches he finds on his arm or chest and immediately asks for it to be kissed better.
Eventually falls asleep with his face resting against your crotch, somehow he is a complete tease even while asleep. He just can’t help it. ;3
Still tired.
f/o biting your nape when you try to squirm away in doggy/prone bone like they’re trying to scruff you
It is done! <3
This was supposed to be just a sketch but I kind of went a bit overboard (Worth it!) Enjoy the fluff!

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Is anyone else getting "Is there anything so undoing as a daughter?" vibes here? Just me?
(All images and GIFs from Maul: Shadow Lord.)
Maul and Devon but he is an overprotective dad
Maul
oh my god this childhood fic yall i cant. little maul is breaking my heart i just want to hug him and give him hot chocolate
i imagine zabrak males go through a kind of “teething” phase when their horns start erupting. the older nightbrothers will massage their heads to help ease the pain, and sometimes the babies will nuzzle for the pressure
so what im saying is: maul melts when you massage around his horns and he has a nuzzle instinct. do with that what you will

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"Will You Still Be Here?"
Lord Maul x Reader
In which a tender moment is shared in the dark of night.
Beneath the pale impetus of the moons, the cast shadows grew peaceful and soft, dancing with the blue half-light of a clear night. Overhead, the canopies grew restless in the wind, leaves whistling in tune with the orchestra of night creatures. The silken curtains, sheer and light, adorned with a humble vine pattern, danced a quiet ballet just beyond the window, tickling the very edge of the bed in jest.
Inside, all was quiet, save for the hushed exhalations against the nape of your neck, arms tucked over and around you in a warm and protective display of affection, even in the depths of slumber. Here, in your safe space outside the looming, dreary walls of Janix, you and he simply existed. And while eventually he must return, right now, you contentedly existed alongside him.
You could sense him waking now, perhaps keenly feeling your restlessness as his eyes flickered open in a narrowed curiosity. In his loosened grasp, you turned at last to face him, a small smile tugging at your lips in turn. “What is it?” He muttered, words laced in weary worry, perhaps because he had come to expect danger. It always took him a while to remember where he was.
“Nothing at all,” you assured him in a whisper, and you lifted a hand to trace the tattoos on his chin in a familiar gesture of which he leaned into with a loving haste. With his cheek now at rest in your palm, through him you felt a deep, gravelly quake of a hum that portrayed a domestic happiness only you would ever see.
“If you are sure, my love,” he returned, the sharpened planes of his face hiding dense shadows in the low light as he pressed a tender kiss into the palm of your hand. He did not smile often, even with you, and that was the way it had always been. But tonight, you caught the slightest upturn in the corner of his lips as you drew a gentle path up each of his horns with your fingertip in ginger playfulness. “You tease me,” he rumbled, the ridge of his brow bent upward in a mischievous warning. Nevertheless, you continued a lazy route down to the cusp of his ear, knowingly drawing from him a full-bodied shiver that forced a shaky warning through clenched teeth, “dearest.” There was a long pause while he regained his composure, hand settling on your wrist in light restraint, “you know I will not resist if you continue, but I can feel that you are tired. What troubles you?”
To this, you couldn't help but to leer in small amusement, and then you cooed his name, coaxing his attention deeper, “Maul?”
He only hummed again in inquiry.
“When I wake in the morning, will you be here?” You asked, aware in every way that he would not be, but still longing for the day he would stay.
He thought for a moment, eyes rigid and unmoving, hand stilled against your wrist albeit in a gentler fashion, holding you in suspense as the militant look took hold over his features again. “We shall see, my love,” after the long quiet, there came the expected answer. And you accepted it, as expected.
Of course, you knew who he was and… what he was, and you too had once been part of that world and its demands. You always asked, regardless, but you were never disappointed, and you never pressed for more. So you drew an amused brow upwards, then touched your nose to his as the shreds of the aforementioned fatigue began to settle back into your eyelids, scouring them with the heavy, dull weight of the world. “We shall see,” you repeated.
He chuckled lovingly, and then tucked you into the infernal warmth of his bare chest where, in the deep echoing well of his two heartbeats, whispering “rest well, my one,” all the while he rested his chin atop your head, chasing after you into a comfortable sleep.