omg what if you faked your orgasm with nightbrothers headcanons 🫢
Hmm …Interesting 🧐 I swear guys, sometimes you genuinely get me thinking o_o
The Nightbrothers - when you fake your orgasm
includes: Maul, Savage, Icarus, Scorn, Feral x afab reader
warning: nsfw 18+
Maul
Pretty much knows every detail about you. The way you function in general. He knows how you breathe, how you move, how you crumble under his touch - everything. So if you try faking it in bed with him, he notices immediately.
He doesn’t appreciate being lied to, and his reaction is immediate, maybe a little harsh too. He stills inside of you, fingers locking around your jaw, his thumb tugging lightly at your lower lip.
“What do you think you’re doing?”
A small smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth. His cock throbs inside of you, painfully wanting to move, but he remains perfectly still, waiting for your response.
The question alone is enough to make you flush with embarrassment. You try to look away, but he doesn’t let you.
“Did you really think I wouldn’t know?”
His intention isn’t really to punish you. If anything, he’s trying to show you that being honest, even when it’s uncomfortable, is always better than pretending. In his mind, there is no point in lying about things like this. He pays attention to you. He takes pride in caring for you, understanding you, and knowing what you need.
Still, the realization stings.
Hes used to getting what he wants through skill, or straight up force. When something stands in his way, he solves it. Simple as that. But this isn’t something that can be conquered or forced into existence, and that irritates him more than he’d like to admit.
A sharp little pant leaves him as he pulls his length out of you. His hand trails down your stomach, fingers tracing a slow path over your skin before stopping at your center, his thumb hovering there.
You start explaining yourself nervously “I just… didn’t want you to- “
“I don’t want you lying to me. Ever.” He cuts you off gently but firmly. His mouth drifts closer to your neck as he speaks, his voice dropping into a whisper.
“Do you understand?”
“I’m sorry…” Your voice breaking at this point. “My mind is all over the place.” The sad look in your eyes and guilt lingering behind them quickly show him that this isn’t really about his skill or him at all for that matter.
The tension leaves his shoulders as he cups your face in one hand.
“Love, if something isn’t right, you tell me.”
His other hand hesitates between your thighs as he studies your face closely, as if searching it for approval.
“We can stop if you’d like.” - The words offer you an out, but the tone doesn’t. His voice is low and seductive, like he’s trying to coax you into asking for more.
You immediately grab his wrist, pulling his hand back against you. You shake your head and bury your face in the crook of his neck instead.
A small, mischievous smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth, a flicker of satisfaction settling across his features at your response.
His fingers begin moving again, now pulsing in and out of you, unhurried and gentle. Your arms tighten around his shoulders as small, surrendering whimpers leave your lips, your body gradually melting back into him.
“Now that’s better” his rhythm gradually increasing as you clench around him. “Just like that, love”
Savage
Isn’t the greatest at telling whether you’re faking it or not.
When it comes to his own body, he’s always honest with you, and somewhat innocently expects the same honesty in return. He notices a lot of things about you, but most of the time he doesn’t actually know what they’re supposed to mean.
If you seemed off during sex, or your reactions felt unusual somehow, he probably wouldn’t connect the dots right away.
Instead, he’d ask you about it later.
“Hey… uh, how’d I do earlier?”
His voice comes out deeper than usual, rough around the edges, as if he’s trying to hide his uncertainty behind bluntness. The question sounds casual on the surface, but there’s a hint of anxiety underneath it.
And if you keep insisting that you liked it, if you keep lying, he might end up a little heartbroken.
Savage isn’t stupid.
If there’s one thing he can reliably tell about you, it’s when you’re lying about something this important. Sex is usually the one thing he is most certain about, thats why this kind of hits hard.
So the next time you’re having sex, a seed of doubt lingers in the back of his mind. He starts second-guessing himself, overthinking every sound that leaves your lips, every reaction, every little sign he would have once taken at face value.
And that insecurity might get the better of him during moments that are supposed to be intimate and vulnerable. He stops letting himself relax the way he used to, becoming too focused on making sure you’re actually enjoying yourself. He tries harder. Way too hard.
He ends up putting all of his energy into making you cum, sometimes even during moments when you already have. And it can become a little overwhelming for you.
So now you have a whole new problem to solve: figuring out how to get Savage to let go of your clit after it’s already overstimulated and overly sensitive from multiple orgasms. Lol
But at the end of the day, all you’d really have to do is sit down and have an honest conversation with him. Tell him it wasn’t anything he did wrong. Sometimes your body just doesn’t cooperate, and sometimes you simply don’t get all the way there.
Savage would try his hardest to understand.
Once he realizes it was never a reflection of his performance in the first place, a huge weight would lift off his shoulders. He’d be more than happy to work with you and try and find out what could possibly help but he wouldn’t push it anymore.
He’d just be relieved to know it wasn’t entirely his fault.
Icarus
Realizes you’re faking it almost immediately.
By now, he’s edged you enough times to know every little sign that gives away how close you really are. Every shift in your breathing, every change in tension, every tiny reaction. The act itself doesn’t fool him.
What surprises him is that you chose to fake it in the first place.
He doesn’t call you out right away. He lets your little performance continue, finishes what he was doing with you, and acts as though nothing happened.
At least on the surface. The truth is, the whole thing gets stuck in his head.
He keeps turning it over, trying to figure out what caused it and why you felt the need to fake it instead of simply telling him the truth. The more he thinks about it, the more it bothers him.
Icarus isn’t the type to confront a problem before he understands it. Instead, he starts investigating.
He starts paying more attention to your habits, looking for clues, trying to piece together what he missed. Might check your search history for porn, he might look through your stuff to see if you had been using some new sex toys without him, really hed be snooping around too much now. He’ll also ask seemingly innocent questions, test your answers, watch your reactions, see if you’re telling the truth. Sometimes the questions aren’t even related to sex at all. He’s simply checking for inconsistencies, trying to determine whether this was an isolated incident or a symptom of something larger.
His trust isn’t broken, exactly but it is shaken.
And when that happens, Icarus tends to become more observant, more analytical, and a little paranoid.
And the next time youre having sex, he’s paying far closer attention than before. Constantly checking in.
“You good here?” As he adjusts the restraints around your ankles, he gives your collar a small tug, checking the fit and making sure it isn’t too tight.
Makes you communicate more than before, pushing you to be present and engaged in the moment instead of disappearing into your own head.
More than anything, he wants you to respond. To tell him what you’re feeling. To stay with him.
In a way, he’s trying to jump-start your brain back into it.
Icarus approaches the whole situation the same way he’d approach a faulty cybernetic: taking it apart piece by piece, examining every component until he understands exactly what’s going wrong and how to fix it.
Scorn
Can’t really tell for certain, other than the fact that you aren’t as wet as usual. He can see it in your face too. It obviously hurt.
So he pulls out slowly.
“I’m sorry, babe. I should’ve noticed earlier.”
The words make your stomach drop. You immediately feel embarrassed, realizing he saw right through your little act.
Without another word, he shifts lower and settles himself between your thighs. His lips brush softly against the sensitive flesh there, his tongue following with slow, soothing strokes.
“Is this better?”
He doesn’t blame you for faking it, nor does he take it personally that you didn’t cum.
As far as Scorn is concerned, that isn’t the problem. The problem is that you weren’t enjoying yourself.
And now his only concern is making it better.
His large hand settles on your thigh, gently rubbing there and giving it little reassuring squeezes as his tongue slides between your folds. Two of his fingers work their way inside you with slow, steady strokes while his mouth stays fixed on your clit.
You begin to tremble, flinching back a little as his fingers sink deeper, his knuckles now brushing against you, but his other hand presses firmly against your lower belly, keeping you in place.
“I got you,” he grumbles against you, his deep voice rumbling low. “Don’t move.”
<3 hes so fucking sweet ughhhhhhh
Feral
Doesn’t clock it right away. Part of the problem is that his ego gets in the way.lol
Your loud fake moans go straight to his head, feeding into his confidence far more than they should. He’s completely intoxicated by your reactions, your praise, your approval. Every sound you make feels like confirmation that he’s doing everything right, and he gets a little lost in it all.
So it takes him a while to notice.
In fact, he probably doesn’t figure it out until he sees the difference for himself.
When you actually do cum, you’re different. Quieter.
Your face grows hot, your body tenses around him in a way that’s far more intense, yet strangely restrained at the same time. It’s subtle, but once he notices it, he can’t unsee it.
And the next time you try to fake it, it throws him completely off. His ego takes a hit.
Not only because you didn’t cum, but because he also realizes you’ve been lying to him. The embarrassment hits him almost immediately afterward. Suddenly he’s replaying every encounter in his head, trying to figure out how many times he missed it.
The whole thing gets under his skin more than he’d like to admit.
For days afterward, he ends up hyper-fixating on your reactions whenever you’re having sex. Every sound, every breath, every little movement gets analyzed. He’s so focused on figuring you out that he almost forgets to enjoy himself.
There’s probably an argument about it too at some point T_T
He accuses you of lying. You accuse him of overreacting. Neither of you handles it particularly well.
At some point, he declares that he doesn’t even want to have sex anymore.lol - That decision lasts all of thirty seconds.
The moment he feels your hand on his crotch, his resolve starts crumbling.
By the time you’re pressing soft kisses down his chest and stomach while apologizing, he’s already fighting a losing battle.
“I promise I won’t lie to you again.” You plead softly, looking up at him innocently.
His ears burn, hes still trying to look annoyed. But he’s starting to like the guilty you a little too much.
Then you add:
“Let me compensate for my deceptions.”
A smirk finally tugs at the corner of his mouth. Tilting his head back, he lets out a quiet hum as his hips jerk up against you, before barely managing through a whimper:
“Ahh fuck.. I- I’ll allow it.”
