Cockwarming with the nightbrothers while they’re working on something? 👉👈
The Nightbrothers - Cockwarming
includes: Maul, Savage, Icarus, Scorn, Feral
NSFW 18+
note: man I don’t know I was half out of it while writing this, i apologize for being a nasty fuck (its cute tho :3)
Maul
The two of you sit on the floor, intertwined, your torsos pressed flush together and your legs wrapped around him. He hums calmly as he meditates, the low vibrations from his chest traveling through you and striking right between your legs, where your muscles clench around the base of his cock.
You let out a small yelp when he shifts even slightly, but his hand immediately finds your back, patting you there with steady reassurance to settle you.
Despite his composure and focus, his cock instinctively twitches inside you, pulling a startled moan from your lips. Your hands immediately fly to his shoulders in a desperate attempt to steady yourself, but the moment you realize you’ve broken his concentration, regret washes over you.
“I’m sorry… I… it’s just- “
His finger silences you before you can finish.
“Be quiet, my dear. Calm yourself.”
The instruction comes gently, but even his voice betrays just how badly he wants to fuck you, his cock throbbing and already leaking deep inside of you, aching for movement.
Your hands drift to the back of his scalp, your fingers slipping carefully between his horns, rubbing there, nervously fidgeting as you try to take your mind off his cock stretching your walls from within. He can tell how much you’re struggling against him, and he presses a slow, soothing kiss onto your lips, to help calm you as much as to calm himself.
He keeps patting your back with slow, steady rhythm, reminding you to breathe with him. And as your breathing gradually falls into sync with his, you finally surrender to the burning sensation, allowing it to consume you completely. You stop fighting it and simply let it win, let it ruin you. Your hole stretches around his cock, though no longer with desperate need, it simply remains open around him, full of him, completely, warmly.
You stay like that for a long while. He maintains his focus, yet a huge warmth radiates from him as your closeness fuels his hearts, blending with the Force and making him feel all the more powerful. Every so often, he glances at you, making sure you’re alright, checking your breathing, correcting you whenever you become unsettled or instinctively try to move around him.
“Settle down, love. Not yet,” he coos softly, gently patting the back of your head. “Just a little longer”
Savage
He’s already fucked you twice this evening. He can see how exhausted you’ve become, and part of him feels guilty for putting you through so much, but he just can’t let you go. He needs more of you. He wants to merge with you, needs your softness to swallow him whole. He thinks he’d be happiest completely smothered by your warmth.
“I cant let go of you, babe,” he growls over you, gripping your exhausted, trembling body. The weight of him keeping your thighs spread beneath him.
You shakily reach for one of his horns, your hand wrapping weakly around it as you pull him down into a kiss.
“Mmh…” he moans into it. “You’re just making this worse for yourself, baby. I’m getting hard again.”
His tongue slips deep into your mouth, kissing you as though he hadn’t touched you in forever. You let out a few muffled noises through the kiss, and he realizes you’re trying to speak, easing back just enough to let you.
“You wanna just.. let it rest inside of me for a while?” you finally manage, and your cheeks go red.
Savage smiles at you, his hand firmly locking around your jaw as eagerness takes over in his eyes. “You’re so fucking perfect” he growls before pulling your face into another deep kiss.
“I love you completely. There is nothing and no one that could ever make me feel the way you do.”
His voice is strained with desire as he fists himself, dragging his length across your swollen entrance.
“Do you want lube?” he asks as he feels you up with his tip. You just shake your head, pulling him closer instead.
He then eases into you, and the moment his tip breaks inside, a small cry escapes your lips. He catches it immediately with another kiss, swallowing the sound as he presses all the way in, with one firm, steady thrust.
“Is this alright, baby?”
You nod weakly, melting deeper into the mattress beneath the pressure of his body above you and the fullness inside you.
“I could stay like this forever if you’d let me. I wanna sleep like this,” he murmurs between slow, lingering kisses. “We’re doing this every night from now on, alright?”
His tongue traces along your bottom lip before wandering across your cheek and finding your ear. The moment he licks at it, you shiver, your body tightening slightly around him.
He instinctively rocks his hips moving in and out of you a couple of times before stopping again.
“Fuck… sorry, baby,” he mutters. “I won’t move again.”
Eventually, the two of you drift off like that, you tucked safely beneath his weight, him buried inside the warmth of you. Somehow, he keeps himself braced just enough against the mattress and pillows, to let you breathe comfortably the entire time. His cock softens inside you, though it still fills you warmly.
A few hours later, you’re stirred awake by slow, steady thrusts accompanied by his heavy, strained breathing.
“Mmh… Savage…” you mumble sleepily.
The sound of your sleepy voice seems to undo what little restraint he has left, and his pace quickens.
“I’m almost there, babe,” he growls, his voice low and rough.
And once he’s finally finished filling you up, he stays exactly where he is, still unwilling to let you go, softly shushing you whenever you try to say anything about getting up for a shower.
Icarus
Sits at his workbench, focused on one of his gadgets while keeping you settled in his lap. The device is spread across the table in front of him, its casing removed to expose all the components inside.
The moment you so much as try to shift, he dips his head into the crook of your neck, his teeth digging sharply into your skin in warning.
“What did I say, huh?” he mutters against your neck.
His hips adjust slightly, settling his cock deeper inside of you, as one arm slips around your waist, pulling you flush against him.
“Don’t let it happen again.”
He places a small metal bracket between your fingers, guiding your hand into position.
“Hold this exactly here,” he instructs, positioning it against the frame while he reaches for his soldering iron. “If it shifts, I’ll have to start over.”
“B-but I’m scared I’ll move…” you whisper, your voice trembling as your body threatens to betray you.
“No, you won’t,” he coos.
His hips roll upward just enough to secure his cock better inside of you before becoming perfectly still again. You swallow hard and your eyes close shut for a moment at the sensation, but you don’t dare react any more than that. Satisfied, he turns his attention back to the workbench, one of his hands guiding the soldering iron while the other occasionally steadies your wrist, making tiny adjustments to keep the bracket perfectly aligned.
Occasionally, he places another soft kiss against the back of your neck or your shoulder, a quiet little reward for doing so well for him, for following his instructions, for enduring it all. It warms his heart that you choose to share these little moments with him, even if he’d never admit it out loud.
And despite his calm demeanor, the way his cock hardens inside you betrays just how much he wants you too, every tiny mistake and subtle movement you make, serving as another reminder of your presence. But after a while as he throws himself back into his work, it gradually softens again, still remaining heavy inside you, hugged by your warm and clenched walls.
He loves having you there with him, helping him with his tools while your body keeps him warm, holding him snugly inside you. It feels as though the two of you have become one.
Scorn
“Can I?” you ask shyly, peeking through the doorway, your voice timid as though you’re afraid of disturbing him. He’d never actually say anything to you for interrupting him, though somehow that only makes you even more nervous to do it.
He glances up at you, pausing his work. He looks peaceful, his eyes half-lidded, a warm smile resting on his lips as he gives you a small nod of approval.
He rolls his chair back slightly, spreading his legs as he shifts his hips forward like silently inviting you there.
You lower yourself onto your knees in front of him, neatly tucking your hair behind your ears before leaning toward his crotch. The moment your face brushes against the fabric of his pants, he closes his eyes. His hand comes to rest on top of your head for a brief moment before returning to what he was doing.
You quickly unbutton his pants and pull out his half-hardened cock. It hangs heavy and thick, slowly growing firmer as you take it between your lips.
His steady breathing catches into a low moan as you lower your head all the way down, letting the tip bump against the back of your throat. You choke slightly, but his hand immediately drops to hold you firmly in place, encouraging you to stay through it. His fingers gently massage your scalp in reassurance.
Slowly, you adjust to the feeling and finally relax around him, letting your saliva spill around his length, sliding from your lips down to the base of him and over his balls.
Once he feels you’ve settled, he lets go of your head and resumes running a cleaning rod through the barrel of his blaster. His breathing is noticeably heavier now, his cock rock hard, pressing against the back of your throat as it twitches involuntarily, slick with your saliva mixed with his precum.
Every so often, his hand returns to the back of your head, slowly stroking through your hair.
“Are you alright, baby?” he asks softly.
As you try to nod with your mouth full of him, the movement sends a rush of sensation through him. He shifts slightly in his chair, his hand tightening into your hair for a brief moment before reluctantly forcing himself to let go.
“Mmh… good,” he murmurs, barely getting the words out.
His hands return to the workbench, moving with noticeably more haste now. Like hes eager to finish cleaning the blaster so he can finally give you his full attention and face fuck you properly.
Feral
Loves cockwarming while he watches his favorite movies. Feral is quite literally addicted to you and your presence. He probably has some attachment issues too, and having you physically attached to him at all times does wonders for easing his anxiety.
The two of you are tucked comfortably into bed, his body curled around yours as he spoons you. One arm rests beneath your head as a pillow while the tv plays in front of him, his eyes fixed on the screen over the top of your head.
His cock is buried inside you, completely hard, yet he doesn’t move, not even the slightest bit. Watching you squirm, silently yearning for him while trying not to interrupt his movie, is far too entertaining for him to give in and start fucking you.
He could stay exactly like this for hours. It feeds his ego perfectly, especially when he intentionally shifts a little or gives a subtle twitch of his cock inside you, carefully watching you squirm against his arm.
“Everything alright, babe?” he asks innocently, baiting you into using your voice so he can hear how horny you are in it. His greed for you is truly endless. One arm slides down to rest on your lower belly, pulling you closer and drawing a soft moan from your lips.
“Are you sure you can take it?” he asks, the faintest hint of teasing in his voice, so subtle that you’re never quite sure if he’s actually mocking you, not enough to protest. Instead, you shift your hips against him, biting down on his arm as your eyes squeeze shut, waiting for the rush to pass.
He can tell you’re struggling, and it strokes his ego in exactly the right way, but even so, he still cares for you. His fingers drift through your hair as he presses a few gentle kisses to the back of your head.
“Just an hour of the movie left,” he murmurs softly. “Then I’ll fuck you.”
He gives you a gentle pat between your legs, just above where your body stretches around him. “You’ll get exactly what you’re asking for”
How do you think the nightbrothers would be with a partner who has a very low sex drive?
The Nightbrothers - with a partner who has a very low sex drive
includes: Maul, Savage, Icarus, Scorn, Feral
warnings: nsfw 18+ extremely needy horny Zabraks ahead, also Maul has his original body in this one.
note: now this is really interesting, I really like your request !
Maul
Surprisingly, Maul might adapt to this dynamic better than most people would expect. Sure, he desires you greatly especially because he’s quite literally obsessed with you, but he is also really busy with his insane plans, missions and training so there’s really not much time for him to sit around and spiral into thinking about sex with you.
Once he realizes that your interest in intimacy simply doesn’t come as often as his, he makes a conscious decision early on that he will never become another source of pressure in your life. He knows how obsessive he can become, so he actively keeps that part of himself on a leash before it ever has the chance to hurt you.
His enemies end up suffering the consequences of all that pent-up frustration though lol. He becomes even more ruthless than usual, completely unaware what the real reason behind it actually is. Fights drag on longer than they need to. Clean kills become rarer. Instead of ending an opponent with a single decisive strike, he leaves just enough room for another scream before finally putting them down.
Unfortunately, despite all those efforts, desire for you only grows bigger.
He becomes super aware of your scent, he can sense you in a room even after you’ve already been gone for a while. He snatches up the shirt you’d left behind, gripping it tightly as he buries his face against it. One deep inhale of it is all it takes for him to get rock hard. He ducks his head back and closes his eyes shut as he drags the shirt down his neck and chest. “Mmhh..” A soft moan escapes him before he can stop it, his cock already dampening the front of his pants with precum. Without thinking much he spits into the palm of his hand and shoves it down his pants, fisting his cock and stroking it desperately. His other hand wrinkles your shirt against his face again, stuffing it in his mouth to muffle his own helpless moans that keep escaping nonetheless.
The door suddenly swings open.
The moment you step inside, he jolts in surprise. Embarrassment flashes across his face for a second until irritation takes over. With a low growl, he immediately turns his back to you, trying to hide what he’d been doing.
“You should be more careful, pet,” he warns darkly over his shoulder. “Unless you intend to join me.”
But he doesn’t really mean it, he quickly regains his composure and hurries out to find you, trapping you into a hug and reassuring you “it is alright my love, you did nothing wrong” he plants warm kisses along your neck and face, “I didn’t mean to frighten you, I apologize dear”
And other than these little moments of weakness, Maul truly does attune himself to your rhythm. He easily learns what gets you in the mood. Every little preference, every subtle cue, every way you naturally relax around him, he memorizes it all, and then he absolutely uses it to his advantage lol, most of the times successfully seducing you. But in the moments when he fails, he never blames you or draws attention to it, he somehow really easily shifts the subject entirely, talking about something else. And by the time the two of you are talking about some of his dry observations or what had happened the previous day, the awkwardness has already vanished.
Savage
Most of the time he’s occupied with Maul anyway, so he’d stay fairly busy. That would take his mind off sex during the day, but it wouldn’t really help much over all. The moment he comes home to you, no matter how exhausted he is, he gets horny the second he’s in bed with you, or really anywhere alone with you for that matter.
So when you repeatedly turn him down, he struggles to understand why it’s happening. He starts questioning whether you even like him that much, and once again, all that sexual frustration would probably come out in the form of violence toward his enemies or just reckless behavior in general.
Eventually, he’ll confront you, though probably not in the healthiest way. He climbs into bed naked after showering, wrapping himself around you from behind, shamelessly groping your chest and between your legs, burying his head in the crook of your neck.
“Mmm… I want you, baby… Right now,” he growls.
When you gently move his hand away, softly whispering, “Not tonight… I just don’t feel up for it,” he immediately snaps.
“Why not? Am I not good enough for you anymore?”
His grip around you tightens as he shifts and pulls you beneath him, letting you feel his growing erection against you.
“See how much I need you?”
And when that doesn’t work either, he’ll probably storm out of the room. He’ll either sleep on the couch or not sleep at all that night, angry, confused, replaying every time you’ve turned him down and trying to figure out what he’s lacking, why you don’t seem to want him as badly as he wants you.
In the end, though, all it really takes is an honest conversation. You explain that it isn’t about him, that you do love him, and that it’s simply how your body has been lately. He’ll do his best to understand.
Even then, he’ll quietly ask, “Is there something I can do, though?” His hand gently brushing along your cheek before pinching it softly. “You know I’m down for pretty much anything.”
And he’ll still try to seduce you whenever he’s feeling needy, throwing himself shamelessly at you, but this time he’ll take rejection much better. Settling for getting himself off in the shower and then coming back to you for cuddles and snuggling up close to you in bed for a movie or to just sleep next to you. His mind will be at peace, knowing that whenever you do feel the need, you’ll come to him, and he’ll be more than ready. ;3
Icarus
You probably wouldn’t notice if it affected him at all. He simply doesn’t let it show. Partly because he doesn’t want to upset you, but mostly because he genuinely loves the idea of the two of you being together without any heavy expectations or rigid ideas of what a relationship is supposed to look like.
Sure, he loves sex, and he needs you in that way too. He’s a really sexual person. But for him it’s never just a means to get off. A lot of that energy comes through in the way he talks to you, the way he touches you, the lingering kisses you share, or simply the way the two of you spend time together. It doesn’t have to always lead to sex.
He’ll wait for you to initiate it whenever you want it. And if he’s feeling particularly horny, he’ll carefully test the waters. He’ll pin you against the wall, kissing you deeply as his hand slowly trails down your body before stopping at the waistband of your pants.
“Tell me to stop,” he’ll whisper into your lips, his voice low and strained as his bulge grows against you.
Only after he gets an answer from you does he continue. And if you tell him to stop, he does, without the slightest hint of reluctance.
If the two of you go without sex for a long period of time, though, it starts tormenting him in ways he simply can’t control. Unfortunately for him, he begins having wet dreams.
In the middle of the night, his body shifts restlessly under the sheets, quiet moans and strained whimpers slipping past his lips as his fist bunches the fabric beside his crotch. His back arches involuntarily off the mattress, his body surrendering completely as he finally unloads inside his boxers.
He wakes up moments later, covered in sweat and burning in embarrassment. The first thing he does is lean over to your side of the bed, anxiously checking whether you’re still asleep, making sure you didnt see any of it. Then he quickly rushes off into the shower.
I honestly don’t think he’d ever let himself appear needy. He’s just…”too cool” for that. He never fully lets his guard down. No matter how close the two of you become, there will always be a part of him that remains carefully hidden, his vulnerabilities tucked away where no one else can reach them.
Scorn
Prides himself in keeping you safe from the world, and he considers himself no exception. He knows he’s huge and intimidating, his sex drive is enormous, and if it were up to him, he’d happily have you multiple times a day.
But he cherishes you far too deeply to ever put that pressure on you.
He’s so attuned to your every reaction that he quickly realizes you simply aren’t there with him as often as he is. So he takes it upon himself to control his own impulses for the sake of your peace of mind. He knows you feel guilty about it too, especially during the moments when it’s obvious he’s horny, and that’s the last thing he wants.
You climb into his lap, straddling him with nothing more in mind than wrapping your arms around him. You missed him, just wanted to hold him.
As you settle on top of him, you feel his erection pressing up against you.
Almost immediately, he shifts his hips awkwardly further back into the seat before grabbing your waist and lifting you up a little. As if to hide the obvious bulge from you.
“Ahh… sorry, babe. It doesn’t mean anything, okay?” He leans in and kisses you softly. “We can still stay here and kiss. Nothing has to happen.”
And he endures it without a single complaint, though the occasional strained, muffled moan slips free whenever his composure falters. The heat from between your thighs against his body testing the limits of his self control. His brows knit together, and his fingers dig into your sides as he fights the urge to let things escalate, doing everything he can to keep the kiss going. The last thing he wants is to startle you away. Every kiss, every touch, every second of your closeness is something he savors far too much to risk losing.
He wants to make sure you understand that not every touch has to lead to sex. That it’s completely okay to climb all over him, cuddle him, kiss him, or simply enjoy being close to him, even if he ends up a little more worked up because of it. It’s always okay.
Nothing is ever expected of you.
Feral
He might take this a little harder than the others. His biggest turn on is making you want him. He loves the attention, the sense of power that comes from knowing he has such an effect on you. So if your sex drive simply doesn’t match what he’s used to, it would probably confuse him and bruise his ego a lot.
He wouldn’t want to accept it, let alone think about it rationally, and asking you about it directly would be out of the question too. He’d act as though it didn’t affect him at all, as if he hadn’t even noticed, meanwhile he would be deeply shaken by it.
And you might not realize anything is wrong at first. He’s very good at putting on a show, acting perfectly fine, confident, and completely unaffected.
But after a while, the cracks would start to show.
He might become passive aggressive, making little comments here and there or even trying to attract other people’s attention right in front of you, just to remind you how wanted and desirable he is. Unfortunately, he wouldn’t know that hes completely missing the point. Instead of understanding that your lower sex drive simply isn’t about him, he’d convince himself you’re trying to punish him somehow, or worse, that you’ve started wanting someone else instead.
So… I imagine things could get messy.
He’d spiral, spend hours looking things up online, trying to figure out what went wrong or how to “fix” the situation, all while unknowingly making it worse every single day through his own behavior.
For him to accept it, it would take you being honest with him and initiating that conversation yourself too. Only then would he start to kind of understand and finally let go of the whole thing. But also, you’d need to find another way to show him that he is the center of your world no matter what. Something that’s as reassuring as sex. Maybe get matching Zabrak tattoos with him or something like that, honestly you’d need to do some kind of grand gesture to make him believe it.
