the āsingularityā is the event horizon and the āevent horizonā is the accretion disk. incredible picture of a black hole though, howād you take it?
I had a silly thought and found myself deeply amused by the image of Maul needing to be coerced, manhandled (if you have a death wish), or tricked into wearing sunscreen. I feel like that man has spent very little time in the sun given where heās lived and how he dresses. I just see him being an absolute ass about not needing it. Never you mind that tattoos are especially susceptible to sunburn. Iām sure being covered head to toe in them wonāt cause him any issues at all! However, post-Tatooine Maul will begrudgingly admit (to himself only) that sunscreen has earned its merits š
TOTALLY!!! and may i add if obi wan had worn sunscreen while on tattooine he would have aged a little better š
What if Maul decided to just fuck off somewhere in the Outer Rim, and start a commune with the people he can tolerate? And I'm counting non-canon characters and pretend everyone is alive and well. I'm focusing mainly on women, cause I find that amusing, so imagine for instance Ahsoka, Rook Kast, Eldra Kaitis, Kilindi and Daleen building closer or more casual relationships through Maul. Who in turn, is like a wet kitten they picked up in the rain.
Dathomirian Krucax Maul x Reader (A Sex Pollen Fic)
Sneak Peak
You're a jedi that, against all odds, survived Order 66 by the skin of your teeth. Months after the fall of the Republic you cross paths with the former sith lord Maul. Broken, defeated and exhausted from your time spent on the run alone, you take him up on his offer to join his crew. You're able to prove yourself as a useful ally through every mission and firefight you endure by his side. The tentative bond the two of you share is put through the ultimate test when you stumble upon an...interesting flower during a routine mission to Dathomir.
A/N: Hello lovelies. I've been working on this...filth for the last week or so. I cannot get this pathetic horned man off my mind and the lack of smut written so far pains me. I'm about 1/4 of the way done and already sitting at around 4,200 words (2,300 of those being smut oops) I'm trying to be more active online so I figured I'd post a little sneak peak. No warnings for this particular section. Completed fic will be rated E.
Maul catches me before I hit the ground. His large hands planted firmly on my hips while my own grasp weakly at the sides of his tunic in an embarrassing effort to help support myself. Yellow irises sweep over my body, searching for an explanation for my disheveled state.
Heās speaking to me, questioning me Iām sure. I can see his mouth moving but nothing he says is registering. All I can do is stare up at him dumbly. He feels so fucking good up against me. Why does he feel so good? Heās so warm. My body feels like Iāve been set ablaze yet I canāt stop myself from leaning into him, seeking out more of him. His hands tighten on my hips in an effort to keep me standing and a moan crawls out of my throat before I can stop it. Maul freezes against me.Ā
The room spins again as Maul turns and guides me towards the pilot's chair. Firm yet gentle pressure pushes me down into the seat. I all but collapse into it. Heās speaking again and this time I can make out him calling Spybot over, asking for the droid to run a scan on me. I wasnāt even aware that that was something the deranged droid could do. Maul always had me assist him with anything medical when we were working separately from the Mandalorians. Spybot couldāve been helping instead?Ā This whole time?
Annoyance attempts to bloom in my chest but itās quickly snuffed out by another wave of overwhelming heat. An uncomfortable ache begins to form between my legs and I squirm in response. The movement causing my thighs to brush against each other and I bite back another moan. My thighs feel slick and sticky. I donāt have to reach down to know that I am soaked.Ā
My eyes find their way back to Maul. He stands tensely across the room, arms crossed behind his back, eyebrows knitted together, clearly deep in thought. Everything about him is always so intense, so serious. What I wouldnāt give to see him let loose, to let go of that carefully crafted control he clings to. I wonder what it would take. Sure he unleashes himself during battles. Heās perfected the art of lethality. But he never truly lets go.Ā
My gaze wanders from his face down his body. His signature charcoal tunic hides what I find myself wanting to see. Iāve seen him shirtless a countless number of times. I already know whatās underneath. Broad shoulders, lean, muscled arms toned to perfection from a life spent fighting. A back sculpted as if by the force itself. And his absā¦fuck. Why is he clothed? And why is he across the room? I need him here, on top of me, inside of me.
āMaul,ā I groan, reaching for him absentmindedly. āHelp.ā
āWorking on it.ā There's an edge to his voice, it sounds like annoyance. Maybe frustration?
Spybot hovers above me, silent for once. The droid must understand the gravity of the situation. Iām bathed in bright blue light as he begins a full body scan, faint humming sounds as he passes over me. I shield my eyes as the harsh beam of light assaults my vision. Normally, a medical scan of this nature only requires one pass over. I find myself wondering if heās being thorough or just toying with me as the beam passes over me a third and then a fourth time. I wouldnāt put it past him to take his sweet time if it meant prolonging my suffering. The little freak enjoys chaos and pain almost as much as his master. At least Maul knows that thereās a time and place for such things.Ā
Crazed laughter suddenly erupts from the hovering droid as he glides towards Maul.Ā
āFunny witchy flower, blegh, very toxic-ā He cuts himself off with another fit of laughter before making his way towards the cockpit door. āHave fun!ā
āFlowerā¦? How? Where did you come into contact with Dathomirian Krucax?āĀ
The disbelief in Maulās voice pulls my attention back towards him. Heās closer now, merely two steps away, towering over where I sit.Ā
I shrug. āThere was a garden in the ruins.āĀ
āA garden? On Dathomir,ā Maul states incredulously, yellow eyes leveling me with a stare.
I sink further down in my seat as another wave of heat flushes through my body, settling heavy in my core. I bite the inside of my cheek to stay grounded in the conversation.Ā
āForgive me, the Jedi temple didnāt exactly teach me the ins and outs of your homeworld.ā
Maul lets out a low growl of frustration, the sound going straight to my pussy, causing me to squirm and clench around nothing. Gods, his voice. The rich timber of it has always done something for me but now the feeling is amplified. I want to drown in it. To have it cover me like a blanket and block out the rest of the galaxy. He mummers my name in that same low tone and a moan erupts from my mouth before I can stop it.Ā
āYou have somehow managed to ingest a very powerful aphrodisiac. One that was carefully cultivated by the Witches of Dathomir to make the brothers moreā¦willing to participate in mating rituals.āĀ
Qui-Gon and Satine in Force Heaven watching Maul age a thousand years in two hours after babysitting a pair of bickering yet surprisingly overprotective teenagers who may or may not have a crush on each other
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