Shameless smut, I don’t actually think Maul would be open to sharing but that is irrelevant here.
t/w: lots of cumplay, i just feel like it'd be a thing with Zabraks in general but definitely with Maul.
word count: 3.6k
I wanted to write this, no one asked, but if you want other smutty Maul x Reader, please request it! <3
You barely remember how you got here. Everything had been so professional, so unremarkable, between you and your boss. He told you where to shoot, who to kill, and you did it, without question. His brothers, Scorn and Icarus, worked alongside you without so much as a second glance, barely even noticing your presence half the time.
Then Maul had begun to linger, and you had let him.
He had pressed against you, and you felt his impressive length against your ass, and you pushed back into him.
The first time he fucked you, it had taken hours. He dragged you into his private room, and you willingly fell to your knees before him. The taste of him, the feel of him, it had instantly hooked you. When he finally came all down your throat, he had pleasured you with his mouth, taking his time to make you a pitiful mess all over his face.
Then, he had bent you over, sliding his thick cock into your soaked pussy, pumping into you relentlessly, just ruining you all night long.
That was how it had started.
And now you were here.
You were spread on your back, Icarus kneeling between your legs, getting you ready for the night as you took Scorn and Maul into your palms. They were all impressive, long and thick, but Scorn was thicker than you think you could handle. You slid your hands over them both, panting as Icarus brought you closer to the edge.
“Easy, brother,” Maul purred, “she has to last the night.”
Chuckling into your thighs, Icarus pulls away from you, staring down at you, his mouth wicked. You lean up to him, sitting upright as he kisses you, letting you taste yourself all over his tongue. You feel Scorn and Maul adjust, and Icarus releases you just as you are yanked backwards.
Maul presses you against him, his teeth dragging along your neck, his arms pinning around your waist, sinking into your flesh. His throbbing cock is slipping between your thighs, and you can feel just how sinfully slick you are, practically dripping onto him.
“I don’t know how I’m going to handle all of you,” you whimper as Scorn and Icarus swoop in front of you, their hands stroking, pinching, squeezing your tits, someone dipping through your folds, hunting down your clit. You flinch at the stimulation, making all of them groan in anticipation.
Scorn takes your hand, guiding it to his hungry cock. Icarus is busy lapping at your tits, sucking hard on your nipple. Scorn roughly grabs your face, holding you still, staring at you with a grin, as you feel Maul press the tip of his cock at your eager entrance.
“Take it all, princess,” Scorn commands, Maul plunging into you without any hesitation. Your pussy is soaked, needy, and you gasp as the three zabraks hold you completely in place as Maul thrusts his cock as deep as he can into you.
You moan as you feel so full, completely full of Maul. Whoever is playing with your clit slows, just as Maul does. Without warning, you are just full of Maul, but he won’t move, and you feel him bask in the sensation of you trying to writhe, trying to fuck yourself on his cock.
“What does my little darling want, hmm?” he purrs in your ear, tightening his arms around your waist. You swear you feel his cock hit somewhere new and delicious as he crushes you against him.
“I want you to fuck me, please Maul, I need it so badly!” You’re whiney and you don’t care. Icarus on your tits is driving you mad, and your hands and pussy are so full of cock you just need to get some release.
You hear Maul laugh behind you, then his hand runs through your hair, scratching against your scalp as he tightens his fist, wrenching your head back by the hair. You stare up, catching his lust-filled face in your peripheral.
“Tell me what you are,” he growls, kissing you messily at this angle. You moan in his mouth, panting as he pulls away.
“I’m yours,” you say, feeling his cock flex inside of you. “You all can do whatever you want, just please fuck me, Maul, I need to feel you cum inside me, I want to taste it, want to be covered in all of you!”
All of their restraint snapped.
Maul shoved you forward into Icarus and Scorn, the two of them catching you as Maul fucked as deep as he could into you, his cock a brutal bliss that had you moaning and screaming withing seconds. He drew back far to sink back in deep, unrushed, but powerful. He pulled your knees wide, and you braced against Scorn’s broad chest, his hands catching your wrists.
Holding onto your hips, Maul had you pinned to him, pumping into you without pause.
Then, Scorn lifted your arms up, and you felt every whisper of control and ability to move taken from you, he held you up, your back arched in the air, and Scorn watched as you realized you couldn’t move, couldn’t do anything but take it as Maul fucked you into your first orgasm.
You couldn’t resist as Scorn and Icarus pressed against you, releasing your arms but still holding you up, their mouths on either side of your neck, as they made you stroke their waiting cocks. But Icarus was getting impatient.
You felt as he pressed you down, guiding your mouth to him. With Maul just completely relentless in your pussy, you did your best to suck and lick and swallow Icarus’ cock, but he was so much in your mouth, and you could barely breathe.
“Oh, you look so fucking beautiful choking on me like that, while you get absolutely ruined by my brother,” he said roughly, his voice thick with lust. “C’mon, sweetheart, I know you want to taste me, you crave us just filling you with our cum.”
You couldn’t even deny it. You sucked harder, tried to shove as much of his cock in your throat as you could. Scorn started jerking off right next to you, his broad palm still unable to make his cock look any more tolerable. He was going to fucking destroy you, and you couldn’t wait for it.
With one hand, you grabbed Icarus’ hip, pulling him in closer, gagging as you forced him deeper into your mouth. He grunted, admiring the sight of your tears as you struggled to keep your composure.
Then you felt it. Maul hissed between his teeth, his cock swelling inside of you, and then you felt him drive his cock as deep as he could, painfully, delightfully deep. He came inside of you, and you felt him pulse, hot and delicious. He stayed like that for a moment, just holding his seed inside you, before slowly dragging himself out of you, his cum spilling onto the bed below.
Then you felt him rub his soaked cock all over your pussy, on your thighs, marking you as his domain.
“I’m going to come down that pretty throat,” Icarus grunted, grabbing your jaw as you sucked, forcing you to look up at him. He opened his mouth as he panted, holding eye contact with you the entire time he shot rope after rope down your throat, slipping from between your lips when he was done. He wiped away a line of drool and cum from the corner of your mouth, making you suck it clean.
You felt thick fingers, Scorn, fuck into you for a moment, making you shiver. You opened your mouth, already completely compliant to what they wanted. Scorn dragged Maul’s cum out of you, dragging it up your body, then sinking his fingers into your waiting mouth. You sucked him clean, and as a reward, he kissed you greedily, pressing you against him.
Then Icarus was behind you, his cock spearing into you, making you melt. You were propped up between Scorn and Icarus, and Scorn rubbed his thick cock against your clit, making your mind burn with pleasure.
You weakly whimpered, “Maul,” wanting him close.
He was there, standing as his brothers fucked in and on you, and he guided your open mouth to his cock, which you dutifully took in. Within moments he was hard again, gently thrusting into your throat. Icarus was faster than Maul, and you felt your poor pussy throbbing with the pace, gripping him tight. Scorn rubbed himself against your clit, using a hand to smear his cockhead through your folds, yours and Maul’s cum slicking the friction to perfection. His other hand held you upright by mauling your tits, pinching and rolling your nipples just how you liked.
Kneeling, pinned between his brothers, you felt your orgasm build, and you tipped your head back further, relaxing your throat. Maul pushed in further, staring down at you while his brothers had their way with you. You felt him pressing against the back of your throat, but you wanted to make him happy, wanted to satisfy him as much as you could. You swallowed, forcing your throat to take him deeper.
Maul groaned in praise as you finally deepthroated him, your mouth stretched to its limit. “That’s perfect, goddess, you’re phenomenal.” He stroked the tears running down your cheeks, smiling proudly at you as you swallowed more of him, for the first time brushing your lips against his pelvis.
Scorn dragged his cock over your clit over and over while Icarus thrust against your cervix with every thrust. Between that and the bliss of having Maul grunt and groan as you worked him with your throat, you couldn’t hold back any longer.
Crying around Maul, you could only shake and shiver as your body was pleasured from the three of them, held aloft only by them keeping you where they pleased. You sloppily tried to find your rhythm with Maul, but it was hopeless with Icarus stroking into you so deliciously. You knew you were drooling around Maul’s thick length, and you tried to look up at him, but everything was so hazy and unfocused.
“Look at her, brothers,” Maul teased, thrusting into your mouth, petting your hair as he pressed your face into his groin. You moaned, struggling a little against the pressure in your throat. “She’s such a mess for us already.”
He suddenly pulled himself out of your throat, and you sucked in a breath. Maul wasn’t done, and instead he guided your mouth on his cock, your trembling hands coming to stroke the length of him while you sucked on the tip.
Scorn grunted, his hand on your breasts squeezing you tightly. His cock rubbing against your clit and watching you choke on Maul’s dick was getting to be too much.
“I’m going to bathe you, princess, just like you wanted,” Scorn mumbled, grunting as he breathed hard. Just as you felt the first burst of Scorn’s cum against your stomach, Maul pulled himself back, stroking his cock and erupting his second load all over your face and chest as Scorn drenched your stomach and hips, holding his cock against your clit for the last few pulses of his orgasm.
You opened your mouth, wanting to taste Maul. He shot the last few ropes of his release into your mouth, letting you suck him clean for a moment.
As you did, you felt Icarus slow, his pace shuddering to a crawl as he panted, his hands stroking your hips and thighs, smearing some of Scorn’s cum over your body. You clenched around him at the feeling of it, and that did it for Icarus. You felt his cockhead swell, and he poured himself into your sore pussy, pumping you past the point of reason. He ground himself so deep, his and Maul’s cum mixing and dripping out of you from around him. It flowed down your thighs, and you knew that there was nothing that could ever top this experience.
Just as Icarus slipped from you, he chuckled in your ear, kissing your cheek from behind. “She’s all ready for you, brother.” You felt the two loads you’ve already taken flow out of your pussy as Icarus moved out from behind you. You were a little dazed, blinking up at Scorn, but wanting to suck Icarus clean.
“Oh, look at you, so beautiful covered in us.”
You looked up at Maul who was standing to the side of the bed, Icarus kneeling by him, his dick slowly softening. A small droplet of cum fell from the tip of his cock onto the bed, and you simply couldn’t have that.
“No,” you whined, crawling over to him, making sure not to rub any of the cum on your body off onto the bed. The brothers all chuckled as you eagerly licked Icarus clean, your good behaviour earning you a kiss from him. He moaned into your mouth, biting your lip as he pulled away.
“Be a good girl, sweetheart, and take every last inch, hmm?” Icarus teased, smacking your ass playfully as he nudged you back over to Scorn. He was laying on his back, his cock standing proud and intimidating. You crawled over to him, anxious. You were already sore, and he was big. Wrapping a hand around him, he was thicker than you thought you could handle. Not to mention he was still long, easily reaching your bellybutton as you straddled his hips, smearing your mess on his groin.
Scorn leaned up on his elbows, reaching out with one hand, pinching your chin. You looked at him with cock-drunk eyes. “You’re going to break me,” you whispered, Scorn grinning at your thick voice, “but I want it so bad.”
He stroked your lower lip tenderly, smearing a little bit of Maul’s cum on your face. You groaned, aware of Maul and Icarus circling you from behind.
“Come on, princess, let me break you,” Scorn moaned, watching as you ground yourself on his girth, his own cum dripping off of your mound. You smeared his cum over his cock, hoping against hope it would make it easier to take him.
He hissed pleasurably at you as you did this, smiling as you finally mounted him properly, his thick head at your entrance spreading you wider than you ever thought was possible. You lowered yourself down, knowing your pussy was going to be absolutely ruined because of him. His cockhead spread, then pushed, then stretched your entrance, until it was as painful as it was pleasurable. You whimpered constantly, but Scorn’s hands on your hips guided you lower, until finally you had his tip inside you.
“Oh, oh,” you grunted, looking down at yourself. “Oh, fuck.”
You had so much cock left to stuff in your little pussy. Scorn’s first load was coating your entire front, and your arousal coated him entirely. It would have to be enough.
You wiggled and squirmed, letting Scorn thrust just a tiny bit every few moments to help work you down his thick shaft. Finally, breathing hard, you felt your folds brush his pelvis. Looking down, you realized you’d taken him entirely. You cried out in victory, feeling overfull. Your pussy had never been stretched so far, but it was so tight and perfect, you knew you were going to come so very soon. Every nerve of your body was on fire as Scorn split you in half.
His big hands came on either side of your waist, lifting you up just a little, them dropping you back down. His cock punched your cervix, the pain twisted into delectable pleasure. You felt your swollen, abused walls clamp down on him, and he growled in a greedy pleasure.
“You ready, princess?” he asked, licking his lips. “I’m going to fuck my brothers’ cum so deep into your pussy,” he moaned, thrusting his hips up as he pulled you down.
At his words, at his thrust, you couldn’t help the orgasm that tore through you. You focussed on this idea of all of their cum inside of you, coating your walls, dripping out of you for days.
You cried out loudly, tipping your head back as Scorn picked up his pace, fucking you properly now. It was so good, the sensation so intense as he stroked you on his cock.
You felt the other two move up behind you. Their cocks were hard and in your face on either side. Taking Maul in one hand and Icarus in the other, you left Scorn to fuck up into you, his pace slower and more brutal, every single thrust threatening to tear you apart.
Sucking on Maul for a minute, you then switched to Icarus, moaning as all three of them spoke such filth as you sucked two of them off and fucked the other one.
“You’re got such a good mouth, princess, yeah, give me a show.”
“Look at how full you are, sweetheart. Don’t you want him to cum inside you?”
“You’re going to be covered in us, goddess. You’re so gorgeous when you cum.”
You couldn’t help yourself. You sucked hard on Maul’s cock as you came on Scorn’s cock, unable to stop as he used a thumb to circle your clit. You were twitching and flinching, unable to stop squirming under his assault. You couldn’t stop as he fucked you into oblivion, as the taste of Maul and Icarus only made you more turned on.
“Fuck!” Icarus yelled, blowing his load all over you again. It coated your tits and neck, but you turned to swallow the last few pulses. Maul was quick to follow, choosing to kneel down, pressing his cock against your pussy and coating your entire mound in his cum as his brother fucked into it.
That was too erotic for you, and you came again, completely overstimulated. You couldn’t take anymore, stuffed to the limit, oversaturated with lust. Icarus held your head tenderly, whispering praise as he rubbing his cock over your lips and tongue. You just held your mouth open for him, letting him fuck your face happily.
Maul rubbed your cum-soaked clit with a hand, watching as your jolted, eyes rolling back in your head.
“I can’t take it!” you finally broke, your hands grabbing his wrist trying to stop him. But you had no strength left.
“Oh, my sweet little darling, you aren’t done yet.” Maul’s deep, sensual voice was overwhelming, and you could only nod, opening your mouth for Icarus once more.
Maul leaned in, rubbing your clit, taking your tits into his mouth, uncaring about the cum all over them. He was only concerned with wringing every last drop of pleasure from you.
Scorn made his strokes longer, but slower.
“I’m going to fucking fill you, princess,” he grunted, slamming into you. You whimpered around Icarus in your mouth, squeezing your eyes shut as Maul made your whole body spasm with his touch.
When Scorn came, you felt him flooding your pussy, squeezing as much cum into you as he could. He pressed further into you, trying to fuck it all deeper. He groaned, running his hands over your thighs on either side of him. “You’ve got the best little pussy I’ve ever fucked, princess.” You both watched as beneath you, all of their mixed cum leaked out of you, pooling at the base of Scorn’s dick.
The three zabrak all looked at each other wickedly. You shivered, not understanding.
Scorn flipped you backwards, crawling up to put you on your back while he kept you plugged with his girthy cock, not letting any more cum escape. Angling you so your hips faced the ceiling, Scorn slowly dragged his dick out of your sore, ruined hole. You whimpered at the loss, feeling so empty now.
Scorn grabbed a hold of your legs and held you almost upside down on the bed, just your shoulders and head resting on the mattress, everything else suspended by their his arms. Icarus took one leg, Scorn the other, and they lined up so Maul was between them.
Maul dipped his fingers inside of you, pulling them out to hold them up, glistening with their cum. Icarus with his free hand did the same, as did Scorn. One after another, all three of them made you lick their fingers clean, tasting all of them as one. You panted with need at how fucking arousing it was, thinking about how you must be a gaping, needy mess on full display for them.
Scorn and Icarus opened your legs wide, pulling you in close, your cum-soaked, cum-filled pussy right in front of Maul. Icarus and Scorn adjusted their grip on your legs, able to pull you now in either direction to place your entrance right in front of any one of them.
You stared at Maul, then Icarus, then Scorn. You felt your body tremble in anticipation as Maul spread your folds open with a gentle hand, appraising you.
“I told you. You're not done.”
Maul filled your swollen pussy once more, groaning as he stroked in you a few times, pulling out, his cock smothered in all of your cum. Icarus pulled you closer, and then he pushed inside of you, making you cry out as he fucked into you for a moment, pulling out without warning. Moving your suspended hips to Scorn, he somehow was hard again, and he crammed himself into your well-used, sloppy pussy. You shook at the pleasure, screaming all of their names as they fucked into you like this, taking turns, proving to you just how far from done you all were.
Hiii! May I request the nightbrothers and how it would be waking up next to them after doing it for the first time
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The Nightbrothers - waking up next to them after doing it for the first time
warning: NSFW 18+
includes: Maul, Savage, Icarus, Scorn, Feral
Maul is awake long before you are.
The room is quiet, it’s still kind of dark, early morning, and for once he finds himself with nothing demanding his attention. No plans to make, no enemies to hunt, no ghosts from the past clawing at his thoughts. Just you.
He lies on his side watching you sleep, his gaze tracing over the peaceful expression on your face. It feels strange, seeing someone this comfortable around him. Someone kind and warm. Someone who looked at everything he was and chose him anyway.
His hand lifts, hovering near your face. He wants to touch you, wants to brush your hair away from your cheek, but hesitates. Waking you feels almost selfish. These quiet moments are rare, and he finds himself unwilling to disturb them.
His eyes wander briefly to the headboard behind you, and the sight immediately pulls him from his thoughts. The dents in the material made by his grip make his stomach tighten. Before he can stop himself, concern begins creeping in. Had he been too rough with you? Did he miss some sign that you were uncomfortable?
Quickly, he reaches for the blanket covering your shoulder, intending to check for himself. And before he gets a clear look at your body beneath the blanket, you wake up.
“Hey, you,” you mumble, voice thick with sleep.
Maul immediately lets go of the blanket and meets your gaze.
“I did not intend to wake you.”
This time he allows himself the contact. His thumb brushes gently across your cheek before tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. You throw your leg over him as you shifted to get closer against him but immediately you realized just how much you’d just fucked up. Your thigh landed over his crotch to discover just how fully hard he was. You immediately froze and your breath caught in your throat when your leg kind of twitched upward but he immediately catches it. His hand posessively grabbing at your thigh, pulling it down against him, lowly moaning in satisfaction, he just cannot contain himself.
Maul then pulls you by that same thigh, his grip so hard it leaves marks behind. With one quick and firm movement, easily landing you on top of him, his hand pressing your back forcing you down flush against his chest.
“I rather enjoy this” his voice low and rough, crotch slowly pulsing upward in a steady and even rhythm “the feel of you against me, you fit perfectly”
Your face turns red at that, you definitely didn’t think you’d be in this situation so soon after doing it for the first time with him last night.
“Maul.. we just woke up” you manage, and he only grips his hand around the back of your neck pressing your face into his chest as his other hand wonders down to your ass, giving it firm squeezes, and then a few sharp spanks followed. Clearly enjoying the way you tense against his cock at each strike. And as he slowly and fully enters you, the realization hits; he has no intention of letting you go anywhere, anytime soon.
Savage
You wake up completely unable to move, trapped in the massive embrace wrapped around your waist. Savage has you pinned against his chest from behind, his arms locked around you. For once, though, he’s completely asleep.
You’ve never actually seen that before.
His breaths are deep and steady against the back of your neck, his chest rising and falling in a slow rhythm. For a moment, you simply lie there, enjoying the rare sight of the fearsome Nightbrother so peaceful. Your sweet little moment gets roughly interrupted though, because suddenly you can feel something hard and heavy growing against your lower back.
“Fuck-“ the word escapes you before you can stop it and suddenly his hand is gripping you, boldly sliding down towards your crotch, pressing you tighter against his morning hardness.
“Mmh babe..” his voice low and scratchy, “That nervous little breath you keep making, cant you see what it’s doing to me”
Without even letting you answer, he’s already spreading your cheeks from behind, his tip pushing it’s way into you. Your eyes close shut and you grip onto the sheets in front of you, based on what you experienced last night, you’re bracing yourself for a rough pounding.
But Savage, despite how huge and rough he is, still notices little things about your body, even the things like you being tense, nervous or shivering, and he eases back a little. He spits on his hand wetting his tip to make it easier on you, and then pushes slowly again, pulling you closer and giving you soft little kisses against your neck, murmuring softly as he slowly fucks you “There you go, you’re doing so good sweetheart”
Icarus had been awake for quite some time already.
Not because he couldn’t sleep. Because he didn’t want to.
His attention fixed entirely on you, studying every subtle movement, every quiet breath, every tiny shift beneath the blankets. There was something fascinating about seeing you like this, completely relaxed, completely unaware of the way he watched you.
You trusted him enough to sleep soundly beside him. The thought settled heavily in his chest.
It wasn’t a responsibility he took lightly.
His gaze wandered across the evidence of yesterday, faint marks scattered along your skin, reminders that you belonged to him now, completely.
A small, selfish part of him enjoyed that. He loved every single thing he did to you.
Then you stirred. Immediately, his attention sharpened.
Your eyes fluttered open slowly, still heavy with sleep, and the first thing you felt was a harsh yank at the metal cuffs as you tried to move your hands. They were cuffed above your head, he has clearly done it while you were asleep. You nervously laugh at the realization, and you try to reason with him “Icarus.. this isn’t necessary.. Im not going anywhere baby”
And that earns you a small grin at the side of his mouth. He leans over you, placing both arms at either side of you, dangerously closing in the distance before answering in low raspy voice;
“Oh I am not worried about that sweetheart” his lips brushing against yours now. “I simply think you’re ready to meet the rest of me”
You swallow hard at his words, only to be completely overwhelmed when he captures your lips in a deep, consuming kiss. His cock now growing heavy against your lower belly, resting there, almost like teasing you, like he’s waiting for you to ask for it this time.
Scorn wasn’t exactly asleep. Not awake either. Just somewhere comfortably in between.
You slowly drift back to consciousness to the steady rise and fall beneath your cheek. For a moment, you’re confused, still trapped in the haze of sleep, before realizing you’re laying on top of his chest.
One of his large hands is tangled gently in your hair, fingertips lazily tracing small circles against your scalp. The sensation is so soothing you nearly fall asleep again.
“Mmh, baby.” His voice is rough with drowsiness. You tilt your head up slightly.
“Hey…”
A warm smile appears on his face before he even opens his eyes.
“How did you know I was awake?”
A quiet chuckle rumbles through his chest.
“I can feel your eyelashes moving against my skin.”
You immediately hide your face again. As your awareness returns, so does a sudden wave of self-consciousness. You’re completely naked, both of you, and you’re pressed against him. Your face turns red and you shift awkwardly, trying to gather yourself but you only somehow lose hold of the blanket, clumsily getting even more of you exposed, and Scorn reacts instantly.
His arm immediately loops around you. Not trapping you, but protecting you. Pulling you closer against his chest while his other hand adjusts the blanket higher around both of you.
The gesture is so soft and dear it steals the words from your mouth. A gentle kiss brushes against your shoulder.
“I got you, baby.”
His palm settles firmly against your back, warm and steady.
“You’re okay.”
The reassuring pressure never leaves.
“You’re beautiful.”
Something in your chest melts. Unable to think of a response, you simply bury your face in the crook of his neck. Scorn’s smile widens.
You’re exactly where he wants you. Safe in his arms. He lets you hide as long as you need to. Never drawing attention to your shyness. Never making you explain yourself.
His hand continues its slow path through your hair while he holds you close, content to simply exist in this quiet little bubble the two of you have created. Nothing else matters right now. Not even the fact that he’s rock hard under there, he doesn’t wanna be greedy with you, he wants you to have space to feel like you always get to choose every touch without the pressure of any expectations.
And every time you shift a little closer, it reassures him that he’s doing a good job at making you feel safe with him.
Feral
As you slowly open your eyes, the first thing you see is him. Feral is lying across the bed on his stomach, face buried into his pillow. The blanket has long since been kicked down to his knees sometime during the night, leaving him pretty much fully exposed. His breathing is slow and steady, the little movements of his shoulders the only sign he’s slowly waking up.
For a moment, you simply watch him. Then your hand drifts forward. Your fingertips trace one of the dark markings running across his back.
The reaction is immediate. Goosebumps ripple across his skin.
A small smile tugs at your lips.You continue your exploration, drawing lazy patterns over his tattoos until a low grunt finally escapes him. Slowly, he lifts his head from the pillow and turns his face toward you. His eyes barely open.
“Morning.”
The greeting comes out rough and sleepy.
You smile. “Good morning.”
Leaning forward, you press a quick kiss against his cheek. The effect is instant. Without a second of hesitation, Feral rolls onto his back and reaches for you. But before he actually gets to grab you to pull you close, both of you get startled at the sight of his morning wood lol he gets embarrassed immediately, reaching down with his hands to cover himself. But you follow without hesitation stopping him and taking his cock into your hand instead. You stroke him slowly while looking at his flustered face as he starts breathing increasingly faster, letting out soft moans and whimpers.
“I think we are ready for round two, don’t you hm?” You tease,
And as he realizes you want an actual answer before he gets anything more than these faint, teasing strokes. He somehow manages a reply;
“fuck- ..yes- ..ah fuck- ..please”
You let yourself indulge in his perfect little whimpers before straddling him and giving him what he so nicely begged for.
Being a curious perv here 🫣 But what are your headcanons about Zabrak *ehem* anatomy?
I actually do have some thoughts on this lol!!
Hope you like it! :P
The Nightbrothers - Zabrak Anatomy🥩
NSFW 18+
These are just my assumptions guys don’t take it seriously also Im with my family visiting them and I’ve been drunk two days in a row now lmfaooo its just how celebrations be. So apologies in advance for typos or if shit don’t make much sense. I’ll become a decent person again soon! Omg guys I made sketches of their dicks xDD but I genuinely do not know if Im allowed to show that on tumblr 😭 But like… i thought it would be cool for you to see how I imagine their tattoos look. But I didn’t add the sketches here cause Im scared lol. Idk!!! So yeah 👍
Darth Maul
Before the loss of his lower body, his original Zabrak anatomy was fairly average by Dathomirian standards (around 6 inches). Entirely covered in the same blackout tattooing that spread across the back of his head and spine.
However, after reconstructing himself with cybernetics, he became…considerably more creative.
His mechanical lower half allows him to change the umm.. attachments lol depending on preference, combat durability, or intimidation purposes ;P
Early models were simplistic, but later upgrades became fully integrated, heated, retractable, with pressure responsiveness, hypersensitive sensory wiring capable of translating touch directly into physical arousal.
Which means, yes, he can genuinely feel it and have an orgasm just as anyone else.
Maul’s cybernetic body now includes a retractable mechanical cock capable of extending to become over six feet long. (Im from europe idk inches btw lol but it extends insanely long)
Savage Opress
Exactly as overwhelming as you’d expect. Thick, heavy, and very much above average in every possible category. (9 inches) The kind of build that makes people stare at him once and immediately understand why the Nightsisters engineered him into a weapon.
Dathomirian enhancement rituals appear to have affected Savage in multiple ways, increased muscle mass, aggression, height, endurance …and, obviously everything else too.
The blackout tattoo spreading across his lower stomach continues seamlessly down the entire length of him, stopping only at the very tip. Thin untouched stripes cut through the black ink on either side, forming a perfectly symmetrical pattern that draws the eye along every inch.
Icarus
Icarus isn’t huge in length, but is deceptively thick, the kind that catches people off guard. What really makes him different though, are the subtle subdermal implants along the underside, small raised ridges placed there intentionally years ago in some reckless moment of curiosity and ego.
Now he acts completely unfazed about them, as if it’s perfectly normal. Meanwhilr, whoever happens to be dating him is left dealing with the consequences of his absurdly modified cock: thick, heavy, textured in ways that should probably be illegal, and very much not handled with any amount of mercy once he gets worked up.
Scorn
Built solid, broad shoulders, heavy muscles, thick waist, the kind of body that looks dangerous even standing still. His cock is around 7 inches, thick enough to match the rest of him. But what really gets people is how put together he always is.
His black tattoos wrap perfectly along the sharp lines of his hips and disappear beneath his waistband in a way that feels very deliberate, like he knows exactly what people are looking for. Skin always flawless, horns polished, smells unfairly good all the time, dark spices, smoke, expensive soap. His cock kind of always bulges shamelessly under his pants, somehow always there unavoidable, but at the same time just kind of makes sense cause he’s just so huge, all of him.
The type to walk past someone once and permanently alter their standards.
Feral
Isn’t particularly big, around 5 inches, slimmer than others, but somehow that only makes everything about him feel more spunky. A strangely beautiful little thing, pretty in a way that catches people off guard. Pierced, of course. Rose gold jewelry because he likes how warm it looks against his skin.
And despite all the teasing and flirting, he usually keeps himself locked up in an equally ridiculous rose gold chastity cage, the key hanging somewhere on his s/o like a trophy. He complains constantly about it while secretly loving every second of the attention. 💓
Came here to scream about my suggestive Maul headcanons before the void (university) takes me again.
Enjoy!
This is not based on the actual reading of the character, it's just what I would love to see. With that said, Maul gives off major switch and vers vibes. That man has range, okay?
I think the more gentle someone is with him, the more he falls apart. The way he wants to be handled very much depends on his mood and the person he's with, but generally softer touches work better on him. He doesn't know how to process that and his senses just go wild.
If you combine bondage, praise and body worship, it will leave him empty-headed, seeing stars. Cause of course nice things have to be forced on him for him to believe them.
And he's so well-behaved. He never rushes things. When he subs, he takes everything so good and when he doms, he pays very close attention to his partner. It doesn't matter if the relationship is serious or casual, he goes to great lenghts to satisfy whoever he's with.
Once he gets the hang of dirty talk, he's unstoppable. He would be kinda awkward at first, but if he doesn't overthink and just lets his thoughts flow, his voice can do wonders.
Hello! I would just like to know if you have any headcannons for virgin!Nighbrothers x reader scenarios. Given Dathomir society and gender dynamics, plus all of Maul's upbringing, I don't think any of them would have experience with sex (outside the reader in this case)
Any ideas as to what physical and emotional turmoil they'd go through during their first time?
Thank you so much for your request! ⛓️ I also got the requests for the Nightbrothers x virgin!reader which I will be working on these days too!
The Nightbrothers - their first time
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virgin!Nightbrothers x reader
Darth Maul
Postpones sex for as long as he possibly can. Maul isn’t physically affectionate to begin with, not in any obvious way. He’s the most confident when he gets to show off his mind instead, long conversations with you at ungodly hours, pacing while he rambles about strategy, philosophy, revenge, fate. That’s what really gets him going. You’d be sitting there thinking you’re just talking, meanwhile he’s staring at your mouth trying not to lose his fucking mind over the fact that you actually understand him.
He gives the ultimate slowburn fantasy because he genuinely has too much shit going on. Endless plans, missions, obsessions. Sometimes he disappears for days at a time to meditate in some ancient Sith temple, isolating himself completely. But weirdly enough, those are the moments he feels closest to you. The distance gives him room to miss you properly. It clears his head.
So when he finally comes back, there’s always this subtle shift in him. He lingers around you more. Hugs you longer than usual. Gets touchier in quiet, needy little ways he’d never admit to. Wants you sitting in his lap while he works, wants your head against his chest while he meditates, wants you curled against him in bed even if he pretends he’s “trying to focus.” But then, just as quickly, he finds another reason to disappear again for a while.
When things finally start getting serious physically, he’s not insecure exactly. Not scared either. Just… hesitant. His entire life taught him that vulnerability always comes attached to pain somehow. Punishment.. Humiliation. Loss. So the way you touch him gently when he’s exposed like that almost throws him off balance. It feels unfamiliar to him, makes him tense up.
He might try asking you to be rough with him, because roughness makes sense to him. Roughness is predictable. He genuinely relaxes once there’s a little bite to it.
And he’s careful about it. Doesn’t want to freak you out or come off unhinged (more than he already does), so he tests the waters instead. Kind of challenging you playfully.
“What?” he mutters against your mouth, noticing your hesitation. “You think I’ll break?”
Just enough attitude to push you a little further.
So you bite down on his lower lip harder this time, and he doesn’t pull away, he just freezes completely still for a second. His pupils blow wide. You still have his lip caught between your teeth when he mumbles, low and rough. “…mmh. Harder.”
And that’s when you feel the way his body reacts instantly. His cock pressing up under you, growing embarrassingly fast despite how composed he tries to act. You flinch a little at the sudden pressure and he exhales this strained, wrecked sound before grabbing your hips on instinct, fingers digging in hard enough to leave marks as he drags you firmly down onto him.
The moan that leaves him after that is downright filthy.
Savage Opress
Savage is the exact opposite of subtle about wanting to have sex with you. He’s been trying to make it happen for months. Every single time the mood is finally right, something interrupts it, missions, arguments, bad timing, someone walking in at the worst possible fucking moment. Meanwhile he’s getting progressively more sexually frustrated to the point it’s becoming a problem.
He’s constantly begging you for nudes. Shameless about it too.
He is all over you whenever he gets the chance. Pulling you into messy makeout sessions that completely ruin you within minutes, grabbing at your waist, your thighs, sneaking his hands under your shirt every chance he gets. Half the time he’s already unbuttoning your clothes before the kissing even properly starts. Absolutely no self-control whatsoever.
When it finally does happen, though, all that confidence cracks almost immediately.
He’s nervous as fuck. Trying so hard to hide it too.
Everything he does is just a little clumsy, hands fumbling, breathing uneven, movements too forceful because he’s overthinking every second of it. He accidentally rips your undershirt trying to pull it over your head too quickly and immediately freezes in horror.
“I- shit…I didn’t mean-”
Meanwhile his hands are gripping too hard at your hips, your waist, your thighs. He wants to look confident so badly that he ends up coming off rougher than intended.
Wants to be the one on top. Needs the control. Needs to feel like he knows what he’s doing. But the second you wrap your legs around his waist, he completely short-circuits. Actually freezes.
His face goes bright red, his breathing stutters, and suddenly he looks way too overwhelmed by how intimate the position feels. You can see the panic hit him in real time. He gets all tense and unsettled, avoiding your eyes, and yeah… lowkey loses his boner over it which only embarrasses him more.
He looks absolutely miserable for a second, frustrated at himself, until you cup his face gently and whisper,
“Hey… let’s just take it slow. Let me touch you properly.”
So you slowly push him back onto the bed instead, climbing over him this time. You kiss him softly while grinding against him nice and slow, letting him breathe, letting him calm down instead of trying to perform for you. His massive hands settle awkwardly on your waist while he lays there beneath you, breathing hard enough you can feel it against your chest.
And when he starts getting hard again, there’s this visible relief in his whole body.
You guide him carefully instead of rushing him, kissing him through every shaky breath and nervous little reaction until he finally stops trying to force himself to “do it right” and just melts into you completely.
By the end of it he’s so overwhelmed he’s clinging to you, burying his face against your neck while moaning the most broken little “fuck… fuck…” under his breath like he genuinely cannot believe this is finally happening to him.
Icarus
Never really tells you that it’s his first time. So you’re not even fully sure at first.
He keeps personal things buried so deep inside himself that trying to figure him out sometimes feels impossible. He never talks about past relationships, never casually mentions experiences, never slips up enough for you to piece it together properly. He also carries himself like someone who absolutely knows what he’s doing.
Because when things get heated between you two, he’s dangerously good at it.
Makeout sessions with him are unreal. Long, filthy in the slowest possible way. His hands are everywhere, firm where they need to be, soft where it matters, rough in these perfectly timed little moments that make your stomach flip. Somehow every touch feels calculated without seeming forced. Like he instinctively knows exactly how to work you apart.
And he drags it out forever. Touches you everywhere except where you actually need him. It drives you fucking insane.
One second he’s kissing you softly against the couch, half-lidded eyes watching your reactions carefully, and the next he’s hovering over you completely, one hand tangled at the back of your scalp while the other slowly spreads your thighs apart. Teasing… testing. Deliberately avoiding the spot that already has you squirming under him.
He notices every little reaction too. Every breath. Every twitch. Every frustrated sound you try to swallow.
And he looks so unfairly composed through all of it that it makes you blush harder.
Then his voice drops lower than usual.
“I want you,” he says quietly. “Tonight. Right now.”
The words hit you so hard your face burns instantly, but you don’t pull away. You just kiss him deeper instead, fingers curling into his shirt while silently giving him permission.
That’s all it takes. His control slips a little after that.
His breathing turns heavier as he pulls your pants down, movements still smooth but noticeably more urgent now. Like he needs to stay in control of the moment before nerves catch up to him. And you let him. You melt under his hands willingly, trusting him completely as he settles between your thighs.
And when you pull him closer, kissing him eagerly as his cock presses inside you, that calm composure finally cracks just enough for you to notice.
His breath catches. His shoulders tense under your hands. You feel him hesitate for the first time. Not out of doubt, more like the reality of it finally hitting him all at once.
But instead of pulling away, he leans into your touch harder. Lets your nails drag across his shoulders while he kisses you again.
And the moment you whisper his name softly against his mouth, he exhales this shaky little breath that gives him away completely.
That’s when you realize.
Oh.
This is his first time too.
The realization makes your entire expression soften, and the second he notices that look in your eyes he immediately gets defensive about it.
“Don’t,” he mutters, already embarrassed.
But you just smile faintly and pull him down into another kiss, stroking your fingers through his hair while whispering, “You’re okay.”
And that completely destroys whatever composure he had left.
Scorn
Scorn had planned the night for months.
The bathtub is already prepared before you even arrive. Candles lit across the room, low music humming softly in the background, clean sheets, dim lighting, every little detail carefully arranged because he wanted this night to feel important. Safe. Something you’d both remember forever.
And despite how calm he tries to look, he’s nervous.
Not scared nervous, more like deeply emotional about it in a way he’d never openly admit. There’s something so soft underneath all that control tonight. He’s genuinely happy it’s you. Happy he gets to share this part of himself with someone he trusts completely.
The thing is, you two had already been physically close for a long time before this. So unlike someone fumbling through unfamiliar territory, Scorn already knows your body really well. He knows exactly what expressions mean you’re close to losing your mind, exactly how your breathing changes when he touches you a certain way, exactly how to pin you down just enough to make your thighs shake.
That confidence shows immediately.
His movements are slow.. and certain and possessive. One hand around your throat while he kisses you deeply, fingers brushing against your mouth before tracing lower, teasing until you’re squirming beneath him. And when he finally presses his weight down against you fully, practically locking you underneath him, the look in his eyes darkens at the reaction it gets from you.
Because he knows you love it. Love feeling trapped under him. You love how impossible it feels to escape once he settles between your thighs properly.
It excites him just as much.
Seeing your cheeks flushed red, your breathing uneven, your legs tightening around him impatiently like you’re silently begging him to stop teasing already, it gets to his head a little. Makes him bolder.
So once he’s sure you’ve reached that point where you can barely think straight anymore, he finally lets himself give in too.
He leans down close against your ear, mouth brushing your skin while he murmurs something low enough to make your entire body tense beneath him. He keeps touching you exactly how he knows you like, keeping you distracted with kisses, with pressure, with the overwhelming weight of him holding you down while he steadies himself through his own nerves.
And for the first time all night, as you feel this firm, hard pressure, stretching you slowly, his composure slips just slightly too. You feel it in the way his breathing catches. In the way his hands tighten instinctively around you.
In the quiet little pause where he realizes this is really happening.
But the second you cling to him tighter, nails dragging lightly against his back like reassurance, his entire expression softens into something almost unbearably tender.
Like despite all the teasing, all the control, all the restraint… he’s still looking at you like this is the best thing that’s ever happened to him.
Feral
Feral is way bolder than anyone would expect.
You’d think he’d completely fall apart from embarrassment the second things turn sexual. But when you’re alone together, there’s something downright devilish about him. Sneaky. Playful. He knows exactly how innocent he comes across and absolutely uses it against you.
And the craziest part is that knowing he’s less experienced somehow turns him on even more. He loves the imbalance of it. Loves being your pretty little inexperienced problem to deal with.
He teases you constantly over it too, sitting too close, whispering things into your ear just to watch you react, his hand slowly sliding against your thigh until it disappears beneath your shirt or finds its way toward your waistband. He presses against you intentionally sometimes, shameless about it, practically asking for attention without ever fully saying the words aloud.
Like he wants you to lose control first. Wants you to finally grab him and do something about it.
But underneath all that bratty confidence, the nerves are still there if you look closely enough.
You notice it immediately once things start getting serious. The second your fingers move to unbutton his pants, his breathing changes.
Still teasing, still smirking a little, but tense now too.
And when you finally take his cock into your hand properly, stroking him slowly while leaning over him, he freezes almost instantly. His entire body goes rigid beneath you for half a second like the sensation hit way harder than he expected.
That’s when the attitude finally cracks.
You push him back against the bed easily, climbing on top of him and pinning him beneath you, suddenly he stops acting smug altogether. Stops teasing. Stops trying to act like he’s in control.
Now he’s just staring up at you. Wide-eyed.
Breathing unevenly.
Those huge puppy eyes fixed on your face with this dangerously vulnerable expression that almost makes your chest ache. Like he’s nervous, and excited. And completely willing to hand himself over to you all at once.
His hands settle awkwardly on your hips at first, unsure what to even do with them now that you’ve fully taken control, and when you lean down close enough for your noses to brush, he visibly shivers beneath you.
It’s honestly unfair how sweet he looks in that moment.
All that cocky teasing gone, replaced with this soft, pleading little expression like he’s silently daring you to ruin him completely.
And when you kiss him slowly while grinding against him just enough to make him gasp under you, he lets out the quietest, most wrecked sounding whine into your mouth before hiding his face against your shoulder in embarrassment.
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