Let's Get Lost In Our Imagination

You can call me Lamby. I am 22 years old and I am restarting this blog to hopefully gain more online community.

I'm currently finishing my associates degree in English, with plans to get my bachelor's and masters and hopefully become a professor. I love music, art, fashion, and using my imagination 🗣 we are anti-AI on this page❗️

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Masterlist

Characters I currently write for:

Darth Maul, General Hux,

Upcoming:

Star Wars

Maul

NSFW headcanons:

dom/sub

positions

Series:

Sweeter Than Sugar: pt1, pt2

General Hux

Oneshots:

As the leader of this flock, it is my sacred duty to keep you all well-fed. If you are reading this, send me your thoughts on Maul. That is an order!!! The more you engage with the post, the more I write. *big virtual smooch*

Rating: 18+

Warnings: Sex. So much sex. Various positions, Zabrak instincts, Maul is a horny freak, *robo-cock,* tummy bulge, bondage

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Sigh…Maul is such an attentive lover. I mean, you have really gotten him to open up in the bedroom. Maul can be quite serious when it comes to intimacy, but it does not mean he can’t have fun. In fact, when you made your way to his chamber before dinner, he could tell right away you wanted something. As soon as the words “can we try something new?” left your lips, his interest was immediately peaked. The amusement in his eyes was a dead giveaway.

Sex with maul was typically missionary, doggy-style, or riding. Each one was attractive to him and got the job done. At first, he probably assumes it would be something along those lines…maybe reverse riding? He did appreciate the look of your ass when you fucked yourself back on his cock. Now imagine his surprise when you bring up something like face-sitting. Maul’s quickest way to heaven is getting down and nasty between your thighs, so he is all for it.

He will absolutely wrap the horns by his temples so they do not dig into you. As you settle your full weight on his mouth, his eyes widen in surprise when you grip the larger ones like handlebars. The sensation goes straight to his crotch. Even with the attachment being cybernetic-and perpetually hard- he could have sworn he felt it jump. His eyes will be rolling back at the feel of you grinding down on his face as his fingers hold your hips firmly against him. He is a very strong man. Have you seen those muscles?

When he wants to change positions, he hoists you up against the wall, thighs over his shoulders. His mouth never leaves your cunt. He will eat it like a madman, slurping and sucking and groaning at the increase in slick. His main goal, aside from getting his fill, is figuring out what makes you cream scream the loudest. This encounter leaves him much more susceptible to other ideas of yours. It really unlocks his primal side, and his Zabrak instincts surface more intensely than he can remember.

He will come up with his own ideas. Mirror sex? Check. They are on the walls, in front of the bed, on the ceiling… That was one he really liked. He’ll lay flat on his back, your body stacked right on top of him. His chest is firm and hot against you and the junction of his neck fits your head perfectly. His mechanical legs are like a cage as they spread your legs wide open, holding them apart for as long as he pleases. He will grip your upper arms, keeping you glued against him. He adores the way it forces your chest up high as he pounds away. It’s a proud presentation for his eyes. The reflection of your contorted face and hands flailing around to find something to hold onto amuses him greatly. He just can’t get enough. You can expect this position to be added into the rotation.

Opposite to this, he discovers how much he likes you flat on your stomach. It began with him rolling you two over, eyes meeting in the floor mirror, your arms outstretched in a V. Maul does the same. He is like a shadow, every body part lined up perfectly with yours: arm on top of arm, his grunting and purring goes straight into your ear. His face is pressed firm against the side of yours as his hot breath and sweaty skin meshes with your own. He’s so utterly lost in you; wet lips and wet tongue grazing over your cheek and temple, leaving strings of saliva behind. Neither of you know if it is the sweat, drool, or both…definitely both. You can expect it to drip into your mouth. You lick it away with a moan. His instincts want you coated in his scent and enzymes.

The weight is perhaps the most erotic part of it all. You can feel nothing but him. Each night brings a new position. You got Maul on a kick, and he has no desire to stop. He will have you lying back on the low sofa while he stands with your ankles around neck. The elevated angle you are at gives a visible tummy bulge as his cock ruts in and out. His eyes are latched onto your belly. Maul has never seen anything so carnal...it has his teeth baring and pride roaring. The outline of the head pushes up against your skin. He can see every ridge. This is the hardest Maul has ever cum since your first time together. His whole body strains with orgasm, wave after wave after wave shuts him down entirely. He had no idea how incredible he sounded. Those choked gasps and animalistic howls rip thought his body. It feels like true deliverance. When he comes to, he cannot remember his name. All self is lost for that time and all he is left with is sensation.

Maul cannot muster up the strength for anything but holding you. This entire event has changed him on a fundamental level. If you thought Maul was protective before?...oh boy…he just got infinitely worse. He has never felt trust like this before being with you. He will be thinking about that orgasm for the rest of his days; a high he will chase again and again. When he comes to you with the desire to be dominated, it makes your heart ache a little-in a good way, of course. He is giving you the chance to hold him and guide him. A blindfold is probably the safest place to start. He won’t rely on his force senses, so you will have to reassure him. His knees dig into the floor as he sits back on his ankles, arms bound. His chest rises up and down as your fingertips trace his markings. He is in for a very long night.

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(pic from pinterest. Forgot to copy op, please let me know so I can credit!)

Buckle up. I have a lot of thoughts on this man. This started out as a headcanon, then one-shot, but it changed into, uhhh, something else. I didn’t proof read. Sue me.

Rating:18+

Warnings: Masturbation, Hux feeling humiliated, reader is freaked out for him, cum-eating, high-key nasty with it…

WC: 1,963

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Firstly, there is one thing and one thing only that will break though the General’s professional demeanor and years of repressed desires and that is competence. Nothing will get this man’s cock hard like someone on his level of manipulation and strategy. He needs someone who can not only keep up with him, but push him farther. He needs someone to vent to and bounce around ideas with. You end up being his go-to, which automatically begins to build rapport, trust, and intimacy. He will start to make small comments towards you, spending more time to look over your hard effort. He will certainly begin to compliment your work ethic: bonus points if you stay up later than him. It will get under his skin almost as much as Kylo. If your eyes were not so pretty, he might actually begin to care.

Speaking about caring, Hux is the type of person to care immensely about his own pride and keeping up appearances. Take his gelled hair, for example. You can tell how stressed he is by how many layers there are. The thicker the shell, the higher the blood pressure. If you were to give a bit of appreciation for his accomplishments, however, you would certainly be higher up on his radar. Hux likes those who like him. He can tell the difference between a genuine compliment and a suck-up, though, so you will not want to lay it on too thick.

Now, Hux is well respected by his crew, especially those below him. We know how much he struggles to prove himself against the older and more traditional members of the Order, so having someone like you who actually agrees with his future of technological advancements is a massive boost in confidence. He did not quite understand what he was feeling in the beginning. There was a strange stirring in his gut. At first he brushed it off as jealousy, but it was not the same as he felt towards Ren. No, this was something else. Many times he had caught himself staring at you, eyes gravitating towards your form on the bridge.

Half way through the first morning cycle, he had been conversing with you and some others on the observation deck. Snoke had approved a new project, and conveniently named you head of development. It was quite the honor, and you commanded with dignity. The assertion in your voice had the hairs at the back of his neck standing. His eyes traveled the length of your body, taking in each insufferably perfect detail. It was not until you cleared your throat to catch his attention that he realized he had been staring at your mouth. Kriff…was he really doing that? His face and stomach dropped instantly, but something else was rising. Hux made a b-line straight for an empty briefing room, all too aware of the growing tightness of his trousers.

This situation was entirely too humiliating for him. At least when Supreme Leader Snoke punished him after his failure of Starkiller Base he could talk his way out of it. Perhaps it was the suddenness of it all that he hated most. Hux prided himself on his perfect control, but it seems his cock did not get the memo. It took far longer for it to go down. The next several cycles were not any easier. He spent his time keeping busy in his office, or making his rounds; conveniently ignoring you. The last thing he needed was an instant erection in front of of all his officers. But of course, nothing ever goes exactly to plan.

The erections kept occurring. It gets to the point where he needs to excuse himself from discussions as soon as he sees you enter the room. A thought occurs to him: it had never been this bad, even when he was young. At night, in his chamber, he fought the urge to relieve himself.

He lost.

Hux stared at the sad sight of his release slowly dripping down the wall of his refresher, the water carrying it down the drain. He could feel the bile rise to the back of his throat. He was getting off to his subordinate for kriffs sake…as a General of the First Order, it was all kinds of wrong. He would have fired himself if he were not so essential to the Order's success. Over the course of the next few months, his secret routine of guilt-ridden masturbation continues. Every night before he sleeps, he allows himself a moment of indulgence. "Just this once...," Hux whispered to himself. Such an indulgence found its way into his morning routine as well; a way to clear his mind before his shift began. Eventually, enough time had passed for him to at least somewhat be able to control himself in your presence. Patience would be tested soon as the evening approached. He had called you into his office for a briefing.

General Hux sat behind his desk as your footsteps approached. Each beat against the durasteel had his loins pulsating like the heartbeat of a hummingbird. Not now…not now… His eyes met yours in cool expression as you took a seat across from him, pulling out your holopad. It would be a longer meeting, as there was much to go over. These past few weeks you have been collecting all data on the project. He tried his hardest to focus. He really did.

After an hour, it was time for a break. You stepped out to grab two hot cafs. He mentally counted down the seconds before the doors hissed shut behind you. Once you were gone, he made his way straight to the refresher adjacent to his main office. Hux had approximately five minutes to rub one out before you would come back. He made quick work to pull out his member, griping it firmly. He took a moment to observe its appearance: the head was dark red in color, swollen and angry that its master had ignored it for so long. The weight in his hand felt heavier than normal, and a wave of hunger filled his gut as he gave the shaft a firm squeeze. The pressure was torturous. He began to stroke himself, movements growing faster and faster until that familiar feeling of his balls tightening was all he could focus on. His free hand gripped the edge of the counter as the orgasm washed over him. Rope after rope of warm fluid shot into the tissue. Letting out a sigh, Hux tossed it aside before tucking himself away and washing his hands. He returned to his desk just in time for your return.

The last hour of the meeting went smoothly. He was almost in the clear until you accidentally spilled some caf on your uniform. He thought nothing of your asking to use the refresher before you took leave. He nodded, watching your backside as you made your way across the room. It all seemed to happen in slow motion. Just as you disappeared, hitting him like a TIE-fighter: he forgot to throw away the tissue. No doubt you would see it; the wadded up materiel coated in half-dried cum. There was only one logical conclusion you could draw from it. Horror overcame his entire body, face flushed and body sweating beneath the uniform. His face contorted and some pitiful sound escaped his lips. He was too in shock to cry. How could he be so careless??

Once inside, you froze at the exhibit. You had only been gone five minutes... Had it been there beofre the meeting? The pearlescent sheen made it obvious that it was fresh. It made sense now why he had been avoiding you, but it was certainly still a surprise seeing such a confirmation.

You used the refresher as normal and cleaned up your shirt. But, curiosity could not be ignored. You bent down to get a closer look. Some of the fluid had spilled out of the tissue and onto the black counter. The light-on-dark contrast made your lower half begin to ache. What a waste... You could not allow yourself to pass up such an valuable opportunity. Reaching out, your fingers gathered up the cum. It was a bit thin, but still sticky. Rubbing your fingers together, the sensation it provided was very pleasant. Your mouth parted, bringing your hand up to let the fluid drip onto your tongue. Salty. You rolled it around in your mouth for a good minute, memorizing its viscosity. Such sad business that it had already gone cold...you would have very much preferred it warm. However, it was better than nothing. Your eyes closed with a faint hum of satisfaction. Too long you have dreamed of what the General tasted like, which led to the next task of pulling down your trousers. You gathered a good amount of the substance, rubbing it into the crotch of your underwear for safe keeping. It was a shame you didn’t work in the labs, or else you could have taken some in a vial for later use. Licking your fingers clean, you neatly stuffed the item into the inner pocket of your jacket.

You made your way back out, eyes falling on the trembling figure. Taking your seat once more, you simply watched him. Hux’s mouth gaped open and closed like a fish out of water. He knows that you know what he did. For once, he genuinely wished Kylo’s saber would strike him down right then and there.

“Your refresher is much nicer than mine.” You lick your lips. The amusement in your voice was obvious.

His reaction was instant. “I…I…”

"I really should get going. I will have the rest of the data sent to you in the morning." Before he burst into tears, you gathered your things. Bidding him good night and making your way back to your chambers.

Hux was stuck like that for god knows how long until he was able to gather up some courage and come back to reality. He took a deep, shaky breath. You had been so professional with him...you didn't even make any comment. Maybe you did not notice? But there was no way you could have missed it. Hux had to ration with himself that you were willing to let it go. As debasing as the situation was, he had to remain calm. He stood up on weak legs and peered into the private area.

Relief flooded him instantly as he took in the scene: no tissue in sight. These past few minutes had been the highest stress of his life. He might very well have preferred to take two Starkiller Base failures than have had really left his crime out in the open. His shoulders finally dropped as he tuned to leave. But as luck would have it, nothing ever goes his way. The light catches the remnants of his seed streaked across the surface. Rushing to the counter, his jaw went slack.

Fingermarks.

Had you tried to clean it up for him?? The very thought made his heart drop out of his ass. He looked to the trash bin, the floor, all around the area, but there was no tissue to be found. It was gone. Did you flush it? No, you only went to clean your shirt, and he would have heard that. The only conclusion, and the most horrific one, was that you took it.

All his breath left him at once. He recalls the way you licked your lips before you left. His eyes snapped shut at the idea you tasted him. The whole situation came crashing down on him as he felt the familiar feeling of his cock straining inside of his pants.

Here we go again…

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This is how I imagined all of you supporting me while I wrote this. It is 2:15am and I fear this may be my favorite work yet...

Masterlist

Thank you to the two individuals who sent these yummy requests!

😛😛😛I have been frothing at the mouth writing them. I ended up combining the two as I feel they go well together: one for a dom/sub relationship, and another for choking and punishments.

(*big virtual smooch*)

Rating: 18+

Warnings: dom/sub dynamics, choking, edging/overstimulation, power imbalance

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Firstly, when Maul eventually takes you as his lover, he would never, under any circumstance, cause you harm. In fact, he would take great care to not cause any sort of pain whatsoever. He has lost a lot in his life, and ensuring your well-being is a priority for him. He is someone who needs trust and reassurance, so being in a relationship where sexual intimacy is on the more extreme end, it would take a lot for him to get into it. The man is a big ol’ softie when it comes to you, okay? Although he may not act like it 24/7, he will absolutely act in your best interest. See, no matter who you are, there is a major power imbalance due to his ability to wield the force alongside his physical strength. He takes on the role of protector and leader with honor, and that will be expected in your relationship with him.

In bed, Maul is absolutely down for more rough sessions. I mean, he’s got a lot of stamina and energy to burn off. The man can train for hours. But when it comes to any sort of “punishment,” it would need to be well-deserved: such as you disobeying an order where he is trying to protect you in a volatile situation. The thought of losing you scares him to his very core, and it is his biggest weakness. When you encounter a near-death experience, it would be enough to send him into a frenzy, and that is where I feel the choking would come in.

It’s not that he is trying to cut off your airway, no, the rhythm of your pulse under his palm grounds him. It reminds him that you are still here and still with him. He needs that. Maul is most sensitive in these moments. You are still shaken up and he is your safe space to show that fear. It’s all pretty emotional, and he is likely to let a few tears escape after you two are finished.

If he found you were really into it, he would be surprised at first. I mean, his experience with choking had always been with people trying to kill him, or him killing others. It is such a vulnerable position to be in, and he may struggle to understand where you are coming from. He would require open communication and honesty. After explaining your desire for such a thing, it would take some time for him to come to a different understanding. While his experiences have all stemmed from abuse, you are coming to him with trust. In a way, this dynamic has helped him to heal some of his own past while also helping him to let go of his fear.

When you are beneath him, holding on for dear life as he pounds into you, it is his hand around your neck that heightens the connection. The pressure on the sides make for a sort of euphoria that regular sex just does not bring. It is the most certain time you two have perfect trust in one another: you trust him enough to let go, and he trusts you enough to let himself take what he wants.

Now, Maul has various ways to get his point across, but he won’t call it a punishment. After what he has gone though with Sidious and others, he has come to settle on the term “corrections.” After all, he has taught many apprentices.

These corrections fall into your relationship naturally. Whether you are a fighter or not, Maul takes great care to exercise your stamina though edging. If you are bratty to him, he knows it is only because you want some attention. He is very patient, and will wait until you are near breaking point before he decides to give you what you want. Obviously, you always get more that you asked for. Or maybe you did ask for it…either way, you are sobbing by the end of it and he’s brushing away your tears and kissing your cheeks.

Over-stimulation is another big turn-on for Maul in the bedroom. He used to be insecure about his lack of manhood-worried he would not be able to please you-but you were just so damn satisfied with his mouth and tongue and fingers that it melts any doubt he once had. You can expect a great deal of verbal praise. Common phrases he uses are “one more… you can take it,” or, “you’re so strong for me.” He even adds in the occasional “There you are, that’s it. I’ve got you.”

No matter what you two get up to, there is no embarrassment. Both of you feel comfortable to give in to one another. At the start of your bond, both of you were quite hesitant, trying to figure the other out. But time reveals a lot, and any shame in you or him burned away leaving only desire.

He is also immensely in tune with your feelings due to the force and his Zabrak instincts. It is likely he may feel your body’s discomfort before your brain even registers what your it is feeling. He always tends to be on guard, and his personal feelings of taking care of you never allow him to fully relax. Even when he is going all in, a part of him keeps that sense open.

Overall, Maul would be quite firm in such a dynamic, but it is for both of your benefits. You can rest assured that he will take great care of you physically and emotionally. It’s surprisingly healthy, and much of that is due to you being honest with one another. He does not need the force to know you will never lie to him. And you do not need it to be convinced of his intentions. You are the most precious thing he has, and he’ll be damned if he loses you.

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Thank you the love on the first part! This part turned out more intense than I was planning but I’m not mad. (I was lowkey clutching my pearls with some of these sentences LMAO because I have not written smut before but WOW it’s so freeing). Feedback encouraged! Let’s get down to it. Smutty Smut Smut with this Zabrak.

Rating: 18+

Warnings: biting, purring, Maul yearning, body worship, sexual Zabrak instinct and pheromones, *inappropriate use of fruit?* pussy-eating (sighs dreamily) *robo-cock*

WC: 1,711

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Maul was true to his word. Within minutes, every meeting had been canceled, and the doors to his chamber locked. He was not to be interrupted under any circumstance.

The heat of the Mandalorian sun seemed to become less and less of an issue as he stalked towards you. Even from where you sat, all the way by the view port, you could hear the rumble deep within his chest. You watched as he approached.

Sinking down to his knees in front of you, the feel of his heated hands spreading your legs made your brain short-circuit. “Maul?” You took a breath while you still could. He shushed you, hand curling around your calf. He moved slow, drawing the limb closer to himself while watching your reactions. He placed it upon his shoulder. Your lips parted on exhale as his lips met the inner part of your ankle. Oh stars, You may not survive this…If the heat will not kill you, Maul certainly will. The warmth of his breath ghosted over your skin as his lips dragged up your leg and into the junction of the inner knee. He sucked at the skin. A wave of desire hit your core; eyes fluttering closed in pleasure.

He was enraptured, observing as you floated in and out of the sensations he was providing. “Already falling apart? I have hardly touched you.” He grunts, tongue darting out to trace a wet line from your knee, up to your hip. His hands made quick work to slip under the silks, pushing them up for better access. You gasped at the feel of his sharpened teeth nipping at bone.

“Shit, Maul…Don’t do that,” you whimpered. Your plead fell on deaf ears as he merely glanced up. The utter desperation in his eyes sobered you.

“May I taste you?”

How could you possible say no when he was being so polite? He did not wait for an answer; pressing his nose firmly against your bare core, shivering in anticipation as he huffed the musky scent with vigor. His eyes closed, rolling back into his head as he choked out a moan. He had not realized how hungry he was for this…for you. He gripped your hips, dragging you forward to the edge of the chair until his meal was clearly presented before him.

Pleasure was not a strong enough word to describe what he was doing to you. It was mind-numbing. Each broad stroke of his tongue lapping over and over and over again as if he discovered water after days lost in the desert. You could not tell if you were silent or screaming. It is not like Maul cared either way. No one would dare comment on his lovers delight.

His attentions on only continued with the addition of his fingers. The circumference made for a gentle stretch as they explored inside. You gasped at the feeling, each curl of his fingers brought you closer to the edge. He felt each buck of your hips, every grind against his mouth. Pride filled his body as the rumble in his chest increased, purring right into your clit as his lips wrapped around it in gentle suction.

“M-Maul…please-”

He only sucked harder. Your mind went blank, body seizing as he rapidly brought you to ecstasy, working you though the waves.

Coming to, you could focus just enough to catch the string of sticky fluid on his fingers as he removed them from its source. He looked upon it with a sense of admiration, bringing it to his mouth to lick off.

“Mmm. I do believe you are sweeter than the fruit.” He sighed, running his tongue over his lips as he peeked at the table. “Shall we compare?”

It only took a moment for the meaning to settle on you. Did he…want to…? The spark of amusement in his eye confirmed it. Yes, yes he did. You nodded slightly as he moved you to the bed, bringing the tray of fruit along with him.

He pulled off his robes, revealing the full pattern of his inked body; his chest rising and falling with each breath more labored than the last. He laid your head back against the pillows. He looked delicious. Maul was careful enough in removing your own clothes, tossing them on the seat beside the bed. You felt a sense of vulnerability when he had you like this, under him and naked. But the feeling always subsided the longer you looked at him. That passion. That wanting. How could you ever feel anything but desired when he looked at you in such a way?

His legs found a home on each side of your body, straddling as he picked up one of the smaller pieces of fruit. His thumb ran across your lips, coaxing them to part. His gaze warm on you as he placed the berry between your teeth.

“Do not bite down. If you do, then I will stop and start again. Do you understand?” He stroked your hair in comfort as you nodded. Maul pulled back slightly, gabbing a handful of the ripe fruit. His grip tightened, crushing them above you. Your eyes widened as the cold concentrate hit your stomach and your muscles contracted under the foreign sensation. You fought the natural urge to grit your teeth.

His face hovered above you, ducking into your neck to suck at the most sensitive parts of the skin. You whined, heady and overwhelmed. He made his way down to your shoulder, collarbones, and chest. It was music to his ears to hear your whimpers increase in frequency. The taste was unlike anything he had ever experienced. Your salt-sweated skin, the sweet of the fruit, the musk of your cunt still buzzing in his mouth. His eyes closed, nuzzling against your breast as his cheek dragged over your pebbled nipple before he catching in his mouth. How he loved the feel of it hardening for him…He sucked away, the vibrations of his mouth sending shockwave thought your body.

Maul made his way down your torso and the sounds were borderline obscene. He busied himself with slurping up every bit of juice from each curve and crevice. Down he went until his teeth sank into your lower stomach. The surprise was enough for you to forget your one task. He heard the small chomp and felt the droplets of juice spray across his face. Shit…you thought to yourself.

““Shit” indeed. I suppose we must start over now.” Maul quickly replaced the eaten fruit with a fresh one.

Wrapping a hand around his length, he adjusted himself. Cybernetic technology had come a long way over the years. This was his most recent addition, his own personal tune-up. Made custom for you and you alone. Maul was just about seven inches, the same black and red colors as the rest of his body. It may not have been the real thing, but it certainly felt like it. The soft skin-like material covering the metal was durable enough for frequent use, and used it was.

He gave himself a few strokes as he lined up with your center. His eyes burned, concentrating on your mouth. You looked so beautiful like this. Although he would never say it out loud, the sight of your glassy eyes and quivering lip made him feel whole again. He pushed inside.

Peace was the only thing Maul experienced in these moments-the feeling of your walls expanding as he bottomed out. “Oh stars…how you make me feel.” The rich timbre of his voice echoed against the walls as his head fell back with eyes screwed shut and furrowed brows. What more could he possibly ask for than this? It was instinct, really; this deep-seated need to give you all that he had. Languid in pace, his hips began to move. Each drag of his cock left you trembling. Maul loved very few things in this life, but your tight heat was near the top of the list.  

You mewled, trying your best not to bite down, but it was impossible. Maul was everywhere. Hips held within his grip, his right hand came to collect your slick and push it into your mouth along with the fruit. The tangy and sweet flavors mixed together in a pleasant way, and your gentle hum only spurred him on.

His movements grew more desperate. The sound of skin meeting skin filled his chambers alongside the moans. Nothing could pull him from this. He could sense your impending release. His own mind so attuned to yours through the force. Maul kept his quick pace, rutting into that same spot inside of you again and again. The heaviness in your gut grew with his. His teeth bared as his upper-half became coated in a sheen. He bent down, pressing his forehead to yours as he tensed up completely. The warm ropes of his mechanical release triggered your own. You saw white, spending the next few minutes with your mind in another plane of existence.

By the time you both came to, the sun was already positioned high past midday. You inhaled deeply as Maul pushed off; the weight of his body relieving. You were both wrecked. An exhausted chuckle left him as he looked you over. Sweaty, sticky, and satisfied.

His words were spoken with soft affection: “You surprise me, you know.”

“Surprise you?” You could feel the remnants of the fruit juice in less favorable areas.   

He nodded. “Yes. Every time I think I may do without, there is something about you that pulls me back for more.”

You could not help but smile. “That sounds a lot like love to me…” A pensive look appeared on his face, but it was gone in an instant.

“Love…I am not sure I know it. But, if you say it is, than I am inclined to take your word for it.” He sat back and pulled your form up to his, letting his chin rest upon your head.

“You are too good to me, you know.”

“Nonsense.”

“I am serious...”

“So am I. Now how about we take a bath? I’m all sticky.” You pouted. He began to purr once more.

“We still have much more fruit to get through.”

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RAHHHHHH this is so much longer than I thought but I hope you enjoyed it!!!

Also, should I link the first part on here or just put it all on a masterlist? I'm working on desktop so idk how to make custom titles for the links. Lmme know if you know how to do that.

Keep sending requests! I got a few more lined up and some Hux x reader stuff I’m working on tehehe. If there are any other characters or fandoms you want me to write for, just sent me a message or ask and I will look into it.

Maul x reader: Sweeter Than Sugar (pt 1/2)

First request YIPYYYYY!!!

Keep them coming you guys. I have been so fatigued due to my luteal phase and I need dopamine. I have not written fanfics since I was 13/14/?? (I had an old Wattpad account that got over 200k reads on a Supernatural fic…) Also, I am literally ignoring my summer classes to write this. Anyway...

I am an English major but creative writing is very different from essays so this is not heavily proof read. But I know you're not here for perfect grammar so enjoy!!

Rating: 18+ Slightly NSFW Not quite smut? but sexual nonetheless.

WC: 815-ish

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The heat was oppressive. Summer had crept in, leaving the planet of Mandalore in a state of perpetual misery. The weather was enough to cause exhaustion and made for early nights and later mornings. Little could be done about it, and no individual felt that more than you.

Maul had gone off early to attend to business, as usual, leaving you to sleep in. He seemed to pay no mind to the temperature. You were partly convinced he could survive any climate. The sheets had long gone cold on his side, allowing for a momentary respite from the heat as you rolled over. The feint breeze of the open balcony made its way to you; natures reminder that you could not stay in bed forever, and the knock on the door forced acknowledgment.

“Yes?” Your eyes cracked open, bleary from sleep and sunlight. You could just make out the figure in the door way. The red and black was unmistakable.

“Are you feeling alright? The servants said you had not been to breakfast.” Maul kneeled at the bedside, running a warm hand against your cheek. A slight frown tugged at your brows as you murmured something about being too tired. “I figured,” he chuckled, “the heat can overwhelm many. I apologize for not seeing to you sooner. Come, clean yourself up. I will have a servant prepare something refreshing.”

One hand reached out to support you as the other handed over a glass. The cold liquid dripped down your chin and chest as you drank, and the brush of his fingers wiping it away caused a new type of heat to form within you. No doubt he could sense it. He always was more in tune with you than you sometimes liked. But for now, you were too occupied to care. You let out a heavy sigh, finally able to focus as your eyes traveled over his open chest, taking in the sheen over his marked skin as you fought the blush that threatened to take over your cheeks when you met his eye.

“Thank you…” your voice came out far weaker than intended, but the softening of his own eyes made you forget what made you so tired in the first place. You must have been staring, because you caught the feint smirk at the corner of his mouth.

“You are shameless.”

Warmth overtook your face, but before you could muster up a response, he pressed a kiss to your forehead and left the room. What a way to start the morning...

You trudged out of bed, slipping on loose silks. It was the only clothing you could survive in, courtesy of Maul. “Only the finest for you,” he had stated upon his first gifting them to you. Lightweight linens would have been just as good, but you suspected he enjoyed the way his choice of fabrics formed around you, though he never commented on it. The excessive staring was enough to give him away.

He returned shortly with a tray in hand. Filled with foods of various colors, each item looked more appetizing than the last. He set it down on the table closest to the window. It was a pretty scene, you had to admit. The yellows and oranges filtering through the room. You could not help but enjoy the sight of them on his skin.

“We just got a shipment of fresh fruit. Let us eat.” He took your hand in his, guiding you to the seat. Picking up a piece, you let out small hum of satisfaction as the sweet flavor hit your taste buds.

“Mmm…it’s good…” You licked the juices off your finger, eyes meeting his. He inhaled; a soft purr rumbling in his chest. He leaned in, face hovering in front of yours as his fingers wrapped around your wrist. He guided it to his own mouth, eyes closed in salacity once the taste of your skin and fruit mixed on his tongue. The sight of him, so enraptured with the flavor, was an immediate cause for the ache deep within your gut. The warmth of his mouth, the sharpness of his teeth, each sensation brought a new wave of lightheadedness.

“Maul…” You could barely catch your breath, but he could hear you well enough. His eyes shot open, and he quickly composed himself.

“Forgive me… I-”

“No,” you shook your head, “It’s alright.” It was very, very far from alright.

The quite of the room was almost louder than both of your breathing. You picked up a second piece, extending your arm towards him. He took the slice within his mouth and swallowed. His pupils dilated as your tongue peaked out to wet your lips. The single act was enough for him to pause with a shaky breath.

“Do you have plans today?”

You shook your head.

“Good. I am going to cancel all of mine.”

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