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.
He’s speaking to me, questioning me I’m 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? He’s so warm. My body feels like I’ve been set ablaze yet I can’t 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.
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. He’s speaking again and this time I can make out him calling Spybot over, asking for the droid to run a scan on me. I wasn’t 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 could’ve been helping instead? This whole time?
Annoyance attempts to bloom in my chest but it’s 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 don’t have to reach down to know that I am soaked.
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 wouldn’t 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. He’s perfected the art of lethality. But he never truly lets go.
My gaze wanders from his face down his body. His signature charcoal tunic hides what I find myself wanting to see. I’ve seen him shirtless a countless number of times. I already know what’s 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 abs…fuck. Why is he clothed? And why is he across the room? I need him here, on top of me, inside of me.
“Maul,” I groan, reaching for him absentmindedly. “Help.”
“Working on it.” 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. I’m 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 he’s being thorough or just toying with me as the beam passes over me a third and then a fourth time. I wouldn’t 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 there’s a time and place for such things.
Crazed laughter suddenly erupts from the hovering droid as he glides towards Maul.
“Funny witchy flower, blegh, very toxic-” He cuts himself off with another fit of laughter before making his way towards the cockpit door. “Have fun!”
“Flower…? How? Where did you come into contact with Dathomirian Krucax?”
The disbelief in Maul’s voice pulls my attention back towards him. He’s closer now, merely two steps away, towering over where I sit.
I shrug. “There was a garden in the ruins.”
“A garden? On Dathomir,” 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.
“Forgive me, the Jedi temple didn’t exactly teach me the ins and outs of your homeworld.”
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.
“You have somehow managed to ingest a very powerful aphrodisiac. One that was carefully cultivated by the Witches of Dathomir to make the brothers more…willing to participate in mating rituals.”
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Imagine reader is a species that goes through heats, or something that makes them exceptionally horny and needy. And Maul subconsciously feels like he would be taking advantage of reader if he helped them, so he avoids them. But he catches them trying to go to Icarus and/or Scorn for help instead and then he finally decides to get off his high horse and help reader 👀
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Warnings: 18+ extremely horny fem reader, mention of heats(limited knowledge, will try my best) reader crushing on Maul, he’s being a stubborn ass, big dick daddy maul, rough sex, maul is pussy drunk
I can make a part 2 for this if you babes want
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Maul knows of your little problem…well BIG problem and tends to avoid you until your cycle has come and gone. You assumed he’s just being a typical guy, not wanting to get too involved in womanly issues. Which is fair, and you’d never push. It does suck though, you’ve been crushing on him for quite some time, maybe that’s another reason he avoids you. The feelings are one sided. Or so you think.
So it begins; that familiar ache between your thighs, the slick coating your lips, so much that you’ve changed panties, twice. Today’s an off day for most of Maul and his crew, leaving everyone to do their own thing. You’ve been walking around the base, just to get yourself out of your room. Maybe you’ll find something to distract you from the now almost painful craving you’re dealing with. That’s when you find Scorn and his brother, Icarus. What if they could help you with your issue?
You end up in the living area alongside them, casual conversation left and right. You’d rather die than come off desperate in anyway. You have decorum. You’d rather it happen naturally. Unbeknownst to you, Maul’s in the doorway, red eyes staring seemingly through the back of your head. He realized what you’re doing. And for the first time, he’s experiencing something close to jealousy. He’ll admit, to himself and himself alone that he refused to be near you, or touch you during your heat cycle because he felt that in this state, you’re driven strictly by hormones, that he’d be taking advantage of you. He’s grown to respect you, not only for the things you bring to his small organization, but who you are as a person. Part of him thought, what if you changed your view of him after? Or worse, you end up hating him.
The conversation comes to a pause when the three of you hear someone clear their throat behind you. All glancing over the back of the couch.
“A word please”
Maul says flatly, his gaze directed at you. You’re very rarely nervous around your boss but in this exact moment, you suddenly feel small. Your body moves before you process it. Following beside him silently until the two of you end up in his office. All the way in the back of the compound. Multiple reasons run through your head. It’s rare anyone gets called back here…did he realize what you were trying to do? You didn’t make it obvious though..either way, you feel that you’re in trouble.
“You know, if you wanted help with your problem, you could have asked.”
You’re snapped out of your thoughts at his comment and your mouth opens as if you were going to say something. Closing when words fail you.
“I’m aware I’ve been…absent during your cycles and I’m contradicting everything my actions have told you”
Your boss continues. You just stare at him blankly. This isn’t happening. It can’t be.
“But, I can’t bear the thought of another taking care of you at your most vulnerable.”
And that’s how you ended up in the predicament you’re in right now. Legs spread painfully wide on either side of Maul’s hips. Your back against the cool metal of his desk, the crumple and rustle of his paperwork under you. His data pad long forgotten. Each brutal roll of his hips has you drooling. Thick wads of spit rolling down the side of your face, soaking your hair and forming a wet spot on his desk. You’ve been craving this, craving him so badly that your arousal clouded your mind to the painful stretch of his cock. The way his tip hits your most sensitive spot repeatedly, having you whining and mewling for him. He chuckles when he picks up his pace, watching you lose yourself more and more, becoming so cock drunk you don’t even feel him sinking his teeth into you. Maul’s large hands grip your hips, roughly yanking you closer to him. This new angle has you screaming, he’s managed to get even deeper. Luckily, Maul’s office is soundproof.
“Atta’ girl, let me hear you”
Maul says through a groan. His gaze focused on the white ring forming around the base of his cock. Bringing his hand down, his thumb toying with your clit. So focused on how you’re sucking him in, a smirk forming on his lips as you squirt. Your juices soaking his hand and the waistband that now hangs loosely on his hips.
“Come on baby, fuuuck. That’s it”
Despite him finally taking care of your problem, he’s becoming more and more drunk off of you. Your taste, your sounds, how perfect you look, how good you take him…
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The texture of Maul's gloves look so good in his series compared to how they just looked like the color of them was painted on his animation model's hands in prior animated appearances though 😳.
YESSS
They look amazing in this new series. I love everything about the animation style. Every scene looks like a piece of art.
I’ve been rewatching his CW arcs while writing and the fucking GLOW UPPP is crazy. The texture of the gloves specifically gives so much depth. They look well worn and grimy now compared to previous models.
Those damn gloves are getting a highlight in the flower fic.
Bounty Hunter! Reader working as a member of the Shadow Collective goes undercover as a club dancer to help take out a local crime lord.
Maul, ignorant to his own feelings, is overcome with jealousy when he sees you up on the stage. But he’s cool, it’s fine, he’s fine.
He keeps himself in check. Lurking in the shadows in the farthest corner of the club just stewing. Never letting you leave his sight. Everything is going to plan, until it isn’t.
The target has the audacity to touch you. It’s light, just a brush against your cheek, but he sees red.
Maul snaps, your cover is blown, the whole operation goes to shit in a matter of seconds.
You’re forced to flee, racing through the grungy streets. Searching for a place to hide leads the two of you into a low-lit alleyway.
An argument ensues.
“What the fuck was that Maul, I had it handled.”
“You were never to engage with the target in such a close manner.”
“What the fuck does that mean? You blew our cover!”
“He touched you.”
“So?”
Maul deflects, offering up nonanswers to your questions, the argument goes around in circles until something finally breaks. He lunges for you, you prepare for an attack but settle when he crashes his lips into yours. All tongue and teeth, shoving every unspoken emotion, every answer to your questions down your throat.
The two of you leave that alleyway dirtier than you found it.
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