Hello! My name is thenutwithasoda, and this is my blog. You can also find me on ao3 with the username the_nut_with_a_soda. I’m a deaf person who just posts random things on here and ao3 because I have free will.
This is where I post random things like fanfic, complaints, and concept art (on occassion).
I write for Star Wars, the Dragon Prince, Dead by Daylight, Ghost, and Sleep Token. Sometimes I write for other things as well. Those will be tagged and whatnot.
Also, I do read tarot. I will not do readings for you, nor will I ask. And when I say I will not do readings, I MEAN THAT. Do not ask me for a reading!!!
This is an 18+ blog as I am 18+, MDNI!
BIGOTS! DNI. If I see ANYONE comment anything racist, sexist, homo/transphobic, or bigoted in general, YOU WILL BE BLOCKED. You will also be blocked if you send me nudes or try to sext me (can’t even believe I need to say that one 🙄).
Your dialogue is stiff because everyone is being too honest
Great dialogue can come from radical emotional honesty. But in most real conversations, people
dodge questions
answer indirectly
lie (badly)
change the subject
crack jokes to avoid serious answers
lie (convincingly)
say half of what they mean
tell the truth but get so anxious/angry/defensive others now think they're lying
If your dialogue feels unnatural, it might be because everyone is saying exactly what they think, or articulating their thoughts too well. Try letting characters hide things instead.
a short drabble heavily inspired by this post by @skraelmasbutboring
devon and maul drive me insane
cw: for mentions of starvation
"When was the last time you ate?" Maul asks quietly.
They've been in hyperspace for a few hours. Rylee is asleep, Two Boots in lower power mode. Devon is exhausted, but she sees Daki's body crumble onto the bridge every time she closes her eyes, so she stays awake. Staring at the far wall, neither meditating nor simmering — simply existing, one minute to the next.
When was the last time she ate? And why does Maul care? Did her stomach growl without her noticing? Did it annoy him?
"I don't know…" she says, finally looking at him.
The prison on Janix fed her something bland, but balanced, and better than anything Devon had in months. She didn't even know how much time had passed since she was arrested.
Maul procures a protein bar from the pocket of his good leg and hands it to her. Devon frowns, her gaze flitting between the bar and Maul. Hunger is so familiar now that the ache in her stomach has become a dull pang only noticeable in the quiet.
She wants to eat it. Her mouth is watering.
"What's the catch?" she asks instead.
Maul sighs. "There is none. I do not wish to see you starve, Devon."
She takes the protein bar and slowly unwraps it. It's gritty, and tastes like sweet chalk, and it's the best thing Devon has eaten in months. She tries to eat the bar slowly. It's gone in three bites.
'I do not wish to see you starve, Devon.' Maul said it in the same, soft voice on Janix when he asked to see her injured wrist. The wrist he had treated. His hand had been warm when she touched it.
'I do not wish to see you starve, Devon.' Maul saved her from the Inquisitor. Devon had tried to kill him twice, even stole his lightsaber, and Maul came for her anyway. Offered her and Rylee an escape from Janix, away from the Empire.
Daki let her get kidnapped.
The thought arrives unprompted and Devon flinches. Daki let her get kidnapped. Daki let her get arrested. Daki told her to go hungry, because stealing was beneath a Jedi. As if the hungry were sinners because they stole to survive. As if the children orphaned during the Clone Wars deserved to be imprisoned, because they were starving and desperate.
Devon was a child.
Her eyes sting. She blinks hard and looks down at the lightsaber in her hands. His lightsaber. She squeezes it until the hilt digs into her palm.
Maul doesn't notice, or at least doesn't comment. He stretches out his damaged leg in front of him, inhaling when it ignites in a series of sparks.
"There will be proper food available when we arrive at the First Light," Maul says, like it's an afterthought.
Devon sniffs and nods. She folds the protein bar wrapper into a small square, then a smaller one, pressing the creases flat with her thumbnail.
I have a fic in the works where Scorn takes (ANOTHER) a hit for Maul and I'm nearly crying writing this STAR WARS GIVE HIM BACK we had him and his brother for FIVE MINUTES 😭
💬 0 🔁 1 ❤️ 3 · Deafened Stars, Pt. 14 · Zabraks x Deaf/Pregnant!Reader
(Link to Pt. 13 below!)
https://www.tumblr.com/thenutwithasoda/82
Idk how to make tumblr links look the way most people make them look, which absolutely bugs the living heck out of me. So if any of you know how to make it do THAT, please lmk. Thx.
Also, I’m thinking of posting my spicier Icarus x OC fanart, but I’m not sure. I’ve never posted art I’ve made before. So if yall want to see it, pls lmk. I think I might post it if I have enough ppl telling me it’s alright to do so or if I finally muster up the courage.
Anyway, happy reading!
Tags/Warnings: Deaf, pregnant, female reader; reader is not human and has a tail and blubber because the reader comes from a planet that is cold af; sexual thoughts; post-birth fears; politics; Count Dooku; reminder that you are not a good person; there’s an OC but she sucks and is unimportant right now; polycule; everyone is gay; rape is a problem that needs to be eradicated you cannot change my mind; justified fear of men, even if you love them; reader grew up in a patriarchal society and that trauma shows and the Zabraks don’t get it because their trauma is a little different from yours
WC: 2007
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You stared at the count before you. You’d heard of this “Count Dooku” before. He ruled the planet Serenno, and had left the Jedi Order due to disillusionment. You yawned. It was not a common story, but one you’d heard before.
“And you… want Serenno to join the Separatists,” you said. “Why?”
“The Galactic Republic becomes more corrupt by the day, and both those uncorrupted and the Jedi Order do nothing about it,” he answered. His expression was hard and firm, built on years of disappointment after disappointment. “The Republic is greedy and corrupt. They have become too bureaucratic, caring less and less about Outer Rim worlds. They must be dismantled and rebuilt into a more efficient and caring government.”
You rested your chin on your palm. “I see,” you hummed. You then straightened, resting your hands on your swollen belly.
Your cunt still pleasurably ached from the past three nights. You wondered if your Zabraks would be courting you every day of this week, and then the next, until your ninth month of pregnancy, when you would slip into hibernation.
Your brows furrowed; you should not be thinking of such things while in an official meeting. It was very improper.
“Count Dooku,” you said, “you are aware of who my husband is, correct?”
Maul had told you about Qui-Gon Jinn, the Jedi he had killed on Naboo, and his padawan, Obi-Wan Kenobi, who had also been killed. He said they had a slave boy with him, and that he wondered where that slave boy was. You had looked into Count Dooku’s past before this very impromptu meeting, and learned that Jinn had been his padawan before becoming a Jedi master.
“Have you no animosity towards my husband?” you asked, tapping your fingers against the metal table. “He killed your old padawan. I understand that you two were close, correct?”
Dooku narrowed his eyes at you. “Sometimes, it is better to forget and forgive past wrongs,” he intoned, folding his hands behind his back.
You reached out with the Force, just a little bit, and your brows rose at the darkness boiling within him. He could be swayed, you thought, to join the dark side. I must play my cards well, it seems.
“You seem like an intelligent man, count,” you commented. You braced a hand against the arm of your swivel chair and slowly stood up, grunting as you did so. You folded both of your hands over your baby bump. You did not walk towards him, deciding to let him come to you. You watched his face, and then your hearing aids beeped. It was almost out of battery.
I must do this quick, you thought. I’m not attempting to lipread a man with thick-ass facial hair.
“We would enjoy working with you,” you continued. “I think you and my husband could actually get along quite well. Based on what I’ve read about you, you seem like a very politically adept man.”
You saw Dooku scoff. “I doubt a Nightbrother could be so ‘politically adept’,” he remarked.
Your lips almost curled into a snarl before you regained control over them. “Be careful about what you say, count,” you warned. “We’re not on Serenno.”
Dooku arched a brow. “You wouldn’t dare to arrest me,” he growled.
Your hearing aid beeped. Damn it.
“I have a suggestion,” you said.
Dooku frowned at your quickness. He was sure that tense silence were to ensue after he said that statement.
“My husband wants an apprentice,” you said. You looked down at your perfectly-manicured nails before looking back up at Dooku. “You seem like you would do well.”
“Your husband is younger than me by about forty or so years,” he said dryly.
You shrugged. “And? The older can learn from the younger, can they not?”
You made your way to him, walking slowly. “I, too, am Force-sensitive,” you told him. “However, I unfortunately did not have access to a master. I had to train myself.” You gestured to the lightsaber on your belt. “I got this blade after killing the owner. He angered me, so he more than a little deserved it.”
Your hearing aid beeped again, a final warning before suddenly dying. You could no longer hear out of your left side. You removed the device and put it in your dress’s pocket.
“I am giving you access to a man who is completely willing to teach you the ways of the dark side, a man who grew up surrounded by it. It is embedded into his soul, his blood, his hearts.” You paused. You were now a foot away from him. “Do not squander an opportunity I was not given. It will be a blessing.” You knew that you should have said “could”, but sometimes a simple word change was effective in this type of manipulation.
“I sense the darkness within you, Count Dooku,” you said, keeping your voice low.
To Dooku, you sounded mournful.
He looked down at your hand as you braced it against his chest.
“That pain, that rage, all of that emotion.” You looked from his chest to his face. “Do you not wish to know how to harness its power?” you quietly asked.
Your right hearing aid beeped.
Dooku looked down at you with a thoughtful stare. “I do wish to know how to utilize and harness it,” he then said.
You smiled, all teeth but no bite.
“Then I will bring my husband here, and we will discuss this matter. I’m sure Darth Maul will be… overjoyed.” You patted Dooku’s chest once before withdrawing your hand and stepping away from him.
“Now,” you said, “you will be staying until your ship is refueled, correct?”
Dooku nodded. “Yes, my lady.”
You bobbed your head in acknowledgement. “That will take at least forty-eight hours due to the lack of fuel we have. We are waiting for some from Cato Neimoidia to arrive,” you told him. You moved past him and to the door. “You will be staying here for a couple days. My guards and I will escort you back to your ship.” You entered in the code to unlock the door.
You flinched when you felt Dooku’s hand on your shoulder. You looked back at him.
“I was speaking,” you saw him say.
You shrugged. “I am deaf,” you reminded him. You were pretty sure he hummed in annoyance when you reminded him of that simple fact. “What did you say?” you asked.
“I asked if it would be appropriate for you to take me on a tour of the station,” he repeated.
You smiled up at him and nodded, deciding to take him in the more “touristy” areas of the space station, if they could even be called that.
You liked Dooku, you discovered. He did not enunciate his words, and he spoke calmly and at a regular pace. He asked questions, and you would answer. He eyed Ventress and Kyra with unreadable emotions every now and then.
When you finished the tour, you were tired. You had enough energy to guide Dooku to his ship, where it was attached to the space station via an airlock. You both bowed to each other, yours not as deep as his due to your pregnancy.
“I look forward to meeting Darth Maul,” he said to you after you both had straightened.
“And he you,” you told him.
He nodded curtly and then boarded his ship.
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“You want me to train Count Dooku?” Maul asked over dinner that night.
You had been craving salad a lot recently, specifically salad with an absurd amount of eggs, so Maul took it upon himself to learn how to make salads. It wasn’t as hard as he thought it would be, thank the maker.
The sign name for Dooku was a combination of the signs for “count” and “beard”. It made Icarus chuckle a little bit as he ate with the two of you. He watched the two of you sign to each other with interested eyes.
Everyone else, save for Kyra, who had graciously volunteered to stand guard outside by the door, was eating with you and Maul. Feral and Ventress were chatting away about fighting tactics and what not. Scorn and Savage had long-since finished their grilled tip-yip and were now arm wrestling at the far end of the table, locked in a total stalemate. Icarus kind of wished that Kyra didn’t detest you all so much; he quite liked pissing her off.
You lowered your fork and swallowed the boiled egg that was in your mouth before replying to Maul. “He has darkness within him,” you told your husband. You pointed to him with your fork. “That’s something we could use to our advantage.”
Maul lowered his eating utensils. “How so?”
“Look at me Maul,” you said, gesturing to your lower body. “I’m pregnant and all blubbered up. I’m going to be unconscious for most of the day for two months after the next month. I won’t be able to help you with a lot.
“But think of it like this: Count Dooku is a very - “ You emphasized “very”. “ - smart man. He’s clever, intelligent, and strong-willed. Most importantly, he was a Jedi. He can act as enforcer while I’m on paternal leave.”
Maul tilted his head to the side, watching you with thoughtful eyes. His lips pressed into that line he made when he was thinking and humming to himself. “I see,” he then said. “So you want a substitute for you while you’re gone?”
You nodded. “I’ll still be working and make public appearances,” you told him. “I just won’t be as hands-on like I was before. I’ll be recovering from pregnancy and a c-section, and both of us will be tired from taking care of a newborn. It only makes sense to have him act as enforcer and leader in our stead while still beneath us.”
Maul nodded and reached up, rubbing his chin with his index finger and thumb. “We’ll have them.” He gestured to the other Zabraks.
You did not have much experience with children, but you did know enough that you were nervous with a large amount of males being around your child. On your homeworld, in your cult, every now and then there was a male who thought it fine to rape a newborn. You did not want to freak Maul out with that fact, but your discomfort must have shown on your face because he said, “We can get a nursing droid.”
You shook your head. “I’d rather eat my own fingers.”
You felt a hand on your shoulder and looked to your left, where Ventress was sitting.
“I’m sure there is a Nightsister or Nightbrother who is willing to look after your youngling,” she reassured you. “I will send a message to Mother Talzin. She shall find a Nightsister for you.”
You frowned and reached up, taking her hand in yours. “I’m not too sure about that, Asajj. I’m not too comfortable with the thought of a Nightsister watching my baby.”
Someone knocked twice on the table just before Savage smashed Scorn’s arm down onto its surface. You felt the vibration of a yell. You looked at Feral.
“I can watch the baby,” he said with a shrug. “I was the unofficial leader of childcare in the Nightbrother village.”
You loved Feral, and trusted him, but were still unsure. You hummed, uncomfortable. “Okay,” you then relented. “Feral will be on baby duty. But I’d rather it be someone with a tail.”
Somebody tapped the inside of your wrist just as Scorn and Savage began another match. You looked up at Icarus.
“My dear?” you said with an awkward smile.
“Why don’t we go to your home planet to find someone?” he asked.
Your eyes widened and you looked down at your stomach. Your foot tapped the ground once before you hooked it around your other foot, crossing your swollen ankles. You never wanted to go there again. Never again. “No,” you said firmly, and that was that.
Hellooooooo my fellow suckers for horned men. I have provided more sustenance. ;)
Also, to all of the women at my job, yall are phenomenal! To one of my male coworkers, please put on some deodorant.
I headcanon Scorn as a super nice dude. I would trust him with my Sprite at a Halloween party.
MDNI
Warnings/Tags: pregnant and deaf reader; reader is female; reader is not human and has a tail; threesome (Maul x Scorn x Reader); everyone's gay now; sexual tension; Maul's first time doing sexual stuff with another man; sub!Maul; dom!Scorn and dom!Reader; making out and kissing; angst (if you squint); fluff; they're carnivores, your honor, they've never had ice cream or salted caramel; reader is a voyeur; masturbation; brief spanking; Maul gives his first blowjob; oral sex for both Scorn and reader; unprotected/pregnant PIV sex; reader teached Maul how to give a blowjob; riding; creampie; i guess there's some body worship; brief mention of pornography; cum-swallowing (i think; idk if it actually constitutes to cum-swallowing, so let's just say that it is); mild pining; squirting
WC: 3412
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Dinner was not tense or melancholy. It was joyful and carefree.
You and Scorn decided to act like absolute children and throw small bits of food at each other, much to Maul’s irritation.
But he got to see you smile.
A real smile!
Not one of the fake smiles you often used for work or when you didn’t want to tell him something.
As you and Scorn joked around, Maul thought about you.
You were hiding something from him, he just knew it. He didn’t know much about you - well, he knew a lot, just not as much as he would want - and wanted to know more. He knew your favorite color, your favorite music genre, your favorite dessert, what you hated in a romantic and sexual partner; but he didn’t know much of your past. All he knew was that Darth Sidious had found you on a floating rock and made you his wife. To add to that, he knew that you leaving your planet had something to do with your planet’s view on Force-users.
As he watched you laugh while dodging a flying crumb, he wondered about your collarbone piercing. He’d never seen anyone else with such a piercing, and he had seen many piercings over the course of his life. He wondered if it was forced upon you.
It probably was. You’d clearly had it for years.
Maul leaned back in his seat and took a bite of his meat-filled pastry. There was so much he didn’t know about you, and so much you didn’t know about him. He wanted to learn everything about you.
Everything.
(In a romantic sense, not a violent sense!)
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You and Maul were laying together in the nest. You were nestled between the two males, fast asleep. You had pretty much fallen into the warm pile of blankets unconscious after dinner, Maul joining you after helping Scorn clean up the dishes. Scorn had asked Maul if he could use the shower; Maul had said yes.
Maul was now watching Scorn with wide eyes as the man changed, his back to him. He averted his gaze when the man first left the bathroom; now he watched him shamelessly.
The globe of his fully inked-out ass.
The strong back muscles.
The sloping tattoos that seemed to naturally run down his arms.
The horns at the back of his skull.
His thick, muscled thighs.
Maul licked his bottom lip. You had reassured him that such an attraction was normal. You had told him it was fine.
Maul thought about Scorn and Feral. They had had sex together two nights ago, so that meant Scorn liked men.
Too.
Scorn liked men, too.
Maul imagined running his tongue down Scorn’s tattooed back. He imagined taking the heavy weight that rested between his thighs into his mouth. He imagined massaging his balls with his hand. He imagined Scorn fucking into him.
If that happened tonight, he wanted his face to be buried deep into your pussy.
“Fuck,” Scorn quietly cursed.
Maul let go of you and sat up. “What’s wrong?” he asked as your sleeping form unconsciously reached for him and his warmth. He cooed down at you and soothingly rubbed your shoulders. You quickly settled down and held onto his arm.
“You don’t have any clothes that’ll fit me,” Scorn answered, turning around to face him.
They both paused and stared deep into each other’s eyes. It was completely involuntary, neither of them intentionally peering into the other’s soul with such intensity.
Kark, Scorn thought as he licked his bottom lip.
Kriff, thought Maul when he saw the tip of Scorn’s tongue.
This is a bad idea, Scorn thought as he let his towel drop to the floor. He was already hard.
Maul’s dick shot to life when he saw how hard Scorn was. This is a really bad idea, he quietly thought as Scorn made his way around the bed.
Both pairs of eyes were wide with unsurety. Scorn didn’t know why he was so nervous about this. He’d had sex with men before; heck, he had sex with Feral just last night! He understood why Maul was confused. As far as he knew, Maul had never been with another male.
Scorn stopped right in front of Maul, who looked up at him with wide gold and scarlet eyes.
“You’re nervous,” he remarked. He looked him up and down and smirked when he saw the tent beneath the blankets. Maul had relented and allowed you to sleep with just a thin fluffy blanket.
“I- I am,” Maul breathed. His breath hitched when Scorn leaned down.
“Don’t be,” Scorn whispered, his breath hot against the other male’s lips. “Don’t be,” he breathlessly repeated before smashing his lips to Maul’s.
Kissing him was exhilarating.
Maul’s eyes closed and he sank deeply into the kiss, enjoying the feel of Scorn’s lips against his. He didn’t taste as good as you did, he didn’t feel as right as you did, but kissing him didn’t feel wrong.
Scorn slanted his mouth against Maul’s and braced his knee against the mattress of the bed. He clambered over the short wall of the nest to get closer to Maul, trying to taste him better. He tasted so good, like spiced wine and perfectly-cooked meat.
Maul’s hand slid up Scorn’s head and gripped the back of his neck, tugging him even closer. Their tongues locked in a relentless battle, sliding against each other and running along the fronts of teeth. Scorn’s poked Maul’s canine with the tip of his tongue before pulling away, hearing you moan. He looked down at you.
You were smiling like a Loth-cat that caught a mouse. Your dark brown eyes were full of smugness, and you radiated satisfaction.
“I see you two quickly got busy,” you remarked as you slowly sat up. “Help me take my pants off,” you said to no one in particular.
Scorn nodded and quickly helped you take off your pants and underwear, carelessly tossing them to the floor. You settled back against the pillows, watching the two men with expectant eyes. Scorn arched a brow and Maul bit the inside of his cheek.
“You’re quite the v-o-y-e-u-r, aren’t you?” Maul asked as Scorn braced himself on the bed with his forearms.
You quickly right Maul the sign for “voyeur” before replying with, “Why, yes, my dear, I am.” You grinned at them, your bright teeth on full display.
Scorn looked down at Maul before looking back up at you. “So you want to watch?” he asked darkly.
You smirked in response.
Scorn chuckled -
Thud.
“Oof!”
Scorn looked up at Maul. The other man had fully pinned him down to the mattress, straddling his waist with his cybernetic thighs. The two men looked positively delectable. You smirked, and one of your hands smoothed over your stomach and trailed down to your cunt. You were already wet from watching them make out, and were getting even wetter just by watching them stare at each other with longing that begged to be ended.
You plunged a finger into your wet hole when Maul smashed his lips against Scorn’s. Maul had enough experience with kissing now that he knew what he was doing as he opened his mouth and fought to pry open Scorn’s with his tongue.
Fuck, you thought as you watched their tongues fight for dominance.
Scorn’s hands settled around Maul’s waist before sliding down to cup his ass, squeezing what he could. Their lips pressed together, hungry and unrelenting.
Kissing Scorn felt so unbelievably good, so undeniably right. Maul wondered if kissing Icarus would make him feel the same way.
One of Scorn’s hands gently slapped Maul’s ass, and Maul opened his eyes, surprised. He’d never had anyone do that to him before. It felt pretty good, if he was being totally honest.
Maul slowly pulled away from Scorn, a line of saliva connecting their mouths.
“What do you want to do?” Scorn asked with a lewd expression, signing so you would know what they were saying to each other.
“I want to suck your dick,” Maul bluntly replied. Your chortle was music to his ears. He looked over at you with a grin and saw that you were covering your smile with a pale gray hand.
“Maker, you’re blunt as hell,” you remarked while giggling.
Maul giggled with you, a warm smile on his face.
Yes. These were the moments he enjoyed the most.
Maul looked back at Scorn, who was giving him a genuine, close-lipped smile. “Well?” Scorn asked. “What the kriff are you waiting for?”
Maul nodded and kissed Scorn once more on the lips, working his way down the man’s orange chin. Unlike his brother, Scorn did not have any tattoos on his chin, the skin completely untattooed save for the outside of it. Maul kissed the tip of his chin with gentle lips before working his way down his throat, nipping and sucking at the skin. He tasted like salted caramel.
(Maul says. He’s a carnivore, meaning that he’s never had salted caramel. He’s just assuming.)
Maul lapped at Scorn’s collarbone with his tongue, and distantly heard you moan as you watched. You inserted another finger into your tight heat, enjoying the sight of Maul showing love to Scorn.
When will he do that to me? you thought, a feeling of mild dissatisfaction filling your mind. You decided to distract yourself by pressing both of your fingers against your g-spot, making you grunt with pleasure. You began to massage the raised flesh, enjoying the feel of it beneath the pads of your fingers.
Maul licked and kissed his way down Scorn’s thick, muscled chest. This was pure, undiluted power that Maul was kissing, power that had come from years of rigorous training and years of learning from physical mistakes. This was the warrior he needed. This was the protector he needed.
As Maul swirled his tongue around one of Scorn’s nipples, it hit him that this may have been the lover he needed. Scorn definitely wasn’t the one he needed the most - he had no doubt that you filled that role. But maybe… maybe this was just the lover Maul needed to help him come out of his sexual shell. Maul thought back to the first time he ever ate you. Scorn had made him feel so confident, had doled out praise that only encouraged him to do better.
Maul lifted his head from Scorn’s chest and looked at you. He raised one of his hands. “How do I take him into my mouth?”
You were not expecting such a question, but the implications of it sent a wave of arousal straight to your core. Your fingers left your slightly swollen pussy and you slowly sat up, humming.
“Go down,” you vocally instructed him. “Kiss your way down his stomach.”
“My lady, you don’t have to - “
You quickly shushed Scorn. “Relax,” you said to him. “You’ve done so much for us. Now it’s time for us to pleasure you.” You sidled up beside him and he curved a thick, muscular, and tattooed arm around your shoulders. You raised a hand and began to rub his chest, slowly working at the flesh.
Maul made his way down Scorn’s stomach, tracing his tattoos with his hands. He’s so pretty, he thought as he stared at his heavily-defined abdomen. He licked his lower lip; there was no more expanse to cover. He looked up at you for his next orders.
You quickly pecked Scorn on the lips before looking down at your husband. “Lick the creases of his thighs,” you ordered in a firm voice.
Maul did as he was told. Scorn quietly moaned.
“Suck it once.”
Maul obeyed.
“Mmmh.” Scorn’s hand made its way down and weaved through the gaps of Maul’s horns.
“Take the base of his cock in your hand,” you instructed. You smiled when Maul listened to you. He looked back up at you, awaiting further instruction. “You’re going to massage it. Gently,” you added. He nodded. “Now kiss the tip.” You sighed longingly at the sight, your pupils dilating. You grinned down at Maul and then looked back up at Scorn.
“He’s - fuck - he’s a fast learner, my lady,” Scorn said to you before shutting his eyes and reclining even more into the pillows.
You smirked and cooed at him. You leaned forward and kissed the corner of his jaw. You then looked back down at Maul, who was still gently kissing the tip of Scorn’s rock-hard cock.
“Pretty,” you signed with a smug expression.
Maul’s pupils dilated even more, and the scent of arousal began to heavily permeate the room.
“Lick a stripe up the base,” you ordered.
Scorn’s hips jolted up after Maul obeyed. Your smirk became a grin.
“Now swirl your tongue around the tip, like you’re eating ice cream,” you said.
Maul pulled away and said, “Dear, I’ve never had ice cream.”
Oh, right. Carnivores. Damn. You pursed your lips. “Just swirl your tongue around the tip and work him into your mouth,” you said, mildly exasperated. Of all people I was married to, I married a carnivore? Maker. I wish he could have ice cream. Poor baby.
Your thoughts were redirected to Maul and Scorn when Scorn groaned, the sound low but loud. It vibrated deep in your chest, and you began to play with one of his nipples. He arched into your touch, but his hips jerked into Maul’s mouth. He was so long and thick that Maul couldn’t possibly fit everything into his mouth! That fact only made the situation hotter and sexier.
A switch flipped in Maul’s brain, and suddenly he knew what to do.
He never really consumed porn after turning nineteen, but for the year he was eighteen, he got his hands on a porn tape. It wasn’t super good, the video quality was grainy and shaky, and audio was downright bullshit, but the quality was decent enough that Maul was able to watch a human woman give a human man a blowjob. That was probably the only time he’d ever jerked off to porn before. Nowadays, when he jerked off in the shower, he usually thought of you, Icarus, Scorn, or Ventress.
Bob your head, his mind told him. He hummed around Scorn’s dick, the vibration making the other Zabrak grunt, and slowly began to bob his head, moving his tongue with each bob.
Scorn moaned and weaved his fingers through Maul’s crown-like horns, helping him to keep the pace. Maul shut his eyes and made himself breathe through his nose. He sucked on Scorn’s dick, making the other man hiccup.
Maul opened his eyes when he heard the sound of wet kisses being exchanged. His cock throbbed at the sight of you and Scorn fighting each other for dominance with your tongues.
“Hrmm.”
The vibration of Maul moaning made Scorn’s stomach pleasurably twinge. He pulled you even closer and tightened his grip on Maul’s head, the other man steadily bobbing up and down, his tongue swirling around the bottom of his cock.
“Fuck,” Scorn bit out when the two of you separated.
You both looked down at Maul. Precum and saliva were dripping out from the corners of his mouth, staining his cheeks and chin. His eyes were heavy-lidded, his pupils blown wide. His nostrils flared with each calculated breath he took.
Your pussy twinged; you needed a dick inside you.
“Did you want to cum in his mouth?” you asked Scorn.
Scorn looked back at you and moaned when he saw the selfish glint in your eyes.
“Your cunt,” he replied. “I want to cum in your cunt.”
You smirked and nodded.
Scorn’s hand went to one side of Maul’s head, your hand going to the other, and you both pried him off his cock, strings of spit and precum still connecting him to the hardened length. His breaths were heavy, his shoulders heaving. You took your hand off his hand and slowly moved yourself up. You straddled Scorn’s hips, not facing him, and looked down at Maul. One of his hands came up and caressed your swollen stomach. You settled your striped hand over his tattooed one and smiled at him. Scorn’s large hands settled on your hips and slowly pushed you down onto his hard and wet cock. You threw your head back and moaned.
“Fuck,” you sighed as you lowered you head. Your hand was still over Maul’s. “Darling.” You moved both of your hands over your bump and to your pussy, his fingertips soon resting on your clit. “Suck,” you demanded as Scorn slowly moved you up and down his cock.
Maul nodded and leaned down, wrapping his lips around your clit and sucking. You moaned loudly, Scorn moaning with you. He sat up and held you close, kissing your shoulders and neck, nipping at your ears, moaning when Maul began to play with his heavy balls.
How many times had Scorn dreamed of such a moment? How many times did he masturbate to the thought of being buried inside you? How many times did he want one of the other Nightbrothers to suck his cock? How many times did he desire to be fucking into someone while another person massaged his balls with their hand?
Countless times.
“Fuck,” he panted against your neck, groaning with each thrust, gasping with each squeeze. “You’re perfect,” he praised. “You’re so perfect.”
Maul’s cock twitched at the praise and he continued to massage Scorn’s balls while he circled his tongue around your puffy clit, rolling it between his tongue and teeth.
“Fuck, yes!” you moaned as Maul sucked at your clit with even more fervor. “Maul!”
Scorn angled his hips so that his cock would snap against you. You gasped and reached for one of his arms. He banded around your chest and you held onto both it and Maul’s head.
A few minutes later, you had lost your composure. Your legs were shaking. Your clit was throbbing even more. Your walls clenched sporadically now. Sweat dripped off your body, and you felt so damp and wet that there was no possible way it was not raining in your bedroom! You wouldn’t be surprised if the sprinklers scattered throughout the space station had broke.
Did they break? You opened your eyes and were confused by the lack of water shooting out in every direction from the ceiling. It was bone dry. You were just sweating buckets.
Maul lapped at your clit, unceasing in his movements. His sucks, licks, and kisses were the perfect mix of both gentle and hard. He continued to massage Scorn’s balls.
Scorn’s hips kept the pace and rhythm, perfectly snapping into you. His cock twitched within you, threatening to leak.
Thirty seconds later, you realized that you did not care if hot gallons of cum dripped out of you and onto the bed; you needed Scorn’s cum plastered on your walls. You needed it right now. You cried out as you clenched, hard, around Scorn’s cock, trying to milk him. Maul could feel you clench, his nose brushing your skin, and the knot in his stomach immediately loosened and he came, covering the sheets below him with hot, sticky cum.
Scorn roared as he came, biting into your shoulder, but not hard enough to mark you. That was reserved for your husband and your husband alone, unless you said otherwise. The inside of your cunt was coated in his hot white cum, and you could feel some of it leak out of you and into Maul’s waiting, hungry mouth.
You wouldn’t mind being claimed by Scorn, you thought as you sobbed. You nearly fell forward as you came, the only thing stopping you being Scorn’s thick arm, holding you up so you would faceplant onto Maul, who continued to kiss your clit despite his hips twitching wildly.
“FUCK!” you growled as you squirted all over Maul’s face and Scorn’s dick. Your legs shook with the force of your orgasm and your head fell to the side. Your toes clenched and you whimpered through your orgasm, overstimulated with Scorn’s now-limp cock still inside you and Maul lazily lapping at your clit.
When the aftershocks of your orgasm subsided, Maul pulled away, straightening and taking your face in his warm hands. You looked up at him, bleary-eyed, and he cursed before moving in to kiss you, yours and Scorn’s cum all over his lips.
Anyway, my body tried to stop me from publishing this tonight. It was sitting in my drafts folder. So here it is! Icarus smut. Literally smut with… a few other things. And this is Star Wars; why would I make you human when I can create a new species that goes thru heat? ;)
Tags/Warnings: reader is not human and is blue with silver bioluminescence; reader is AFAB; reader is in heat (no like literally in heat); reader is LGBTQ+ (implied but I’m the author so the implications are true); I guess there’s a scent kink; brief reader x Rook and reader x Maul; begging (the wrong people); reader is nesting; brief angst moments and whatnot; brief mention of prostitution; guess what? BIRTH CONTROL! (u have an iud now); breeding kink (it’s a HEAT for a REASON); masturbation; you have a backstory… unfortunately. you also have a job; vibrating eyes; heat flashes; pain; Zabraks have ridged dicks; no knot this time sorry; pheromones; non-con and involuntary marking, but you’re both okay w it; PIV sex; kissing; Icarus calls you “my lady”; the Nightsisters lowkey… are not good; creampie; panic attack
WC: 5900
MDNI!!!!
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This was going to be one of the worst days in your life, and you were pretty sure everyone in the collective knew the moment they saw you leave your room.
Dark circles under your eyes, heated skin, sweat coating every inch of you, messy hair.
Oh, maker, you thought as a wave of heat rushed through you. You suddenly felt way too hot. You wanted to rip off your clothes and lay down on the cold cement floor.
It was mating season.
And it didn’t kriffing help that everyone in the collective was hotter than a summer day on Tatooine.
You sat down next to Rook, hoping the Mandalorian’s calm demeanor would help to calm you down, but she smelled so insanely good that you quickly moved away from her, wanting to protect yourself from the gush of slick that was sure to pool in your panties if you stayed beside her for a minute longer.
Rook gave you a pitiful look. You had told her that your kind went through heats once month for three days. She had helped you with the first one, buying heat suppressants through a shady vendor in the market. She wasn’t able to find the vendor this time.
“Are you okay?” she asked as you awkwardly stood to the side. Their cheeks are so red, she thought as she looked at you.
“I’m- uh, I’m fine!” you squeaked.
You were too damn hot.
When Icarus and Scorn entered the dining area, you felt slick dribble down your clothed legs.
They smelled so strong, so masculine, so…
Oh, maker. Oh, maker. Oh, maker.
Your eyes were beginning to vibrate. You could feel your skin heating up to an intense degree. Some of your hair fell in front of your face and you pushed it out of the way.
This is to unprofe-
Your shaking eyes widened when Icarus pulled down his mask and you saw that sharp jawline. They widened even more when Scorn began to tease his brother and jokingly flexed as he called him weak.
You were losing your goddamn mind.
You nearly whined.
You caught a whiff of flowers and smoke and looked beside you at Rook.
Good god, you thought, your mouth watering as your nostrils filled with her beautiful scent. She smelled so wonderful, so feminine, so hard and tough.
She would be a good mate…
Rook snapped her fingers in front of your face, shocking you out of your stupor.
“I think I’m losing my mind,” you breathed.
Rook grabbed your arm, her black gloves stark against your flushed skin.
One would think that being a species that was a dark midnight blue meant that the redness of a blush was invisible to others. Unfortunately, your skin was turning a very dark purple (at least portions of it were). The glowing silver spots on your cheek were glowing more than they usually did.
“You’re sick,” she said to you. “You gotta lie down.”
“I wanna make a nest,” you said.
Rook looked back at you as she led you down the narrow hallways to your room.
You walked past Lord Maul. His smell was nearly overwhelming. He smelled so damn good…. So strong…. So masculine….
Maul stopped you and Rook, looking you up and down with critical eyes. He then reached up.
“You’re salivating,” Maul remarked.
He was touching you.
This… this man was -
Oh, shit, both Maul and Rook thought as you fell over, hunched in pain. You gripped Maul’s boot with your hand and began to beg for him to touch you, looking up at him with tear-filled eyes. The silver dusting of bioluminescence on your cheeks glowed brightly. Your skin was more purple than blue. Your lips were quivering.
“Please, my lord, I- I’ll do anything for you after, please, just- just fuck me!” you begged. You were so embarrassed by your words, but they ceaselessly flowed out of you. “I just need someone to fuck me, please, that’s all, and I’ll be back to normal, I swear!”
Maul and Rook gripped your underarms and hauled you up, holding you between them.
“What do we do?” Rook asked Maul as begs and pleads tumbled from your lips. “They’re burning up!”
“Are there no heat suppressants?” Maul asked when they reached the door to your room.
Rook pressed the button that opened it and her mouth popped open when she saw the nest you had made on your bed. So that’s where my shirt went, she thought.
The nest was made up of not only blankets and sheets from your bed, but also clothes from various people in the collective. People had been reporting missing clothes, namely Icarus and Scorn. Scorn was missing a pair of shorts he exercised in. Icarus was missing his spare cowl. The five Mandalorians working for Maul were reporting missing shirts, the other woman in the group saying that her pajama pants had gone missing.
“I’ll- I’ll get the other Mandalorians’ clothes,” Rook said as Maul hauled you up. You shivered in his arms, trying to get closer to him. He nearly dropped you when you began to kiss his neck, the kisses wet and sloppy.
“That’s enough of that,” Maul said gently as he deposited you onto the nest.
Rook picked up all of the Mandalorians’ clothes, but when she reached for Scorn’s shorts, you snarled, swiping at her with sharp nails. Rook snatched her hand away.
You snarled at her in your native language, telling her to stop dismantling your nest -
“Oh, kark!” you sobbed as a wave of heat rushed through you. You curled up and into a fetal position.
This was going to kriffing suck.
You whimpered when you heard them leave. You couldn’t fucking do this again. You couldn’t be alone, not like last time. You knew that they thought that would help you, but it didn’t. Maybe they would hire a prostitute to take care of you for the next three days. You hoped they did; you couldn’t masturbate yourself to oblivion. You tried that last time and had failed terribly.
You buried your face into the sheets, sniffing Maul’s tunic.
Oh, maker, it smelled so good!
You buried your face into his tunic, whimpering and groaning, your hips thrusting into your mattress.
You didn’t want to be alone! Why couldn’t they understand that? Weren’t they your friends?
As you continued to hump the mattress, a dry thought ran through your head: I doubt friends fuck each other.
That made you sad, and you began to uncontrollably sob into Maul’s tunic as your hand worked to relieve the swollen heat between your legs.
Your pussy was so swollen. It was throbbing. You needed someone to cum inside you. You needed to be knotted and bred.
(Thank the maker I have an IUD, you distantly thought.)
You needed to get pregnant. You needed to be bred. Bred. Bred. Bred.
Fuck, you needed to get creampied. Was that the word? You’d heard a Mandalorian throw it around when trying to make lewd jokes with the rather sexually awkward Nightbrothers.
Wait. Were Scorn and Icarus sexually awkward? You didn’t know. They were acting weird about the jokes though, so you figured they were virgins. You wouldn’t be surprised if they were.
“Shit,” you sobbed as you worked at your pulsing clit.
You really wished you’d bought a new rose toy when you had the chance.
Creak.
You heard the door open and sat up, your cheeks a dark, vibrant purple, the silver dusting of bioluminescent spots glowing even brighter. You immediately knew who it was just by their scent alone: Icarus.
A rumbling sound echoed throughout the room as you took him in. He was standing awkwardly in your doorway, staring at your nest. His cowl was pulled over his face. He cleared his throat.
“Wow,” he said as he stared at your nest. He coughed into the crook of his elbow, despite wearing a thick black cowl over the lower half of his face. “You have some of my clothes,” he remarked with a hoarse voice.
You didn’t know it, but he and the other Zabraks could smell you, and they could smell you very well. The scent of your heat was bothering them profusely, especially Maul, who was not used to being affected by such scents. You’d been alone for fifteen minutes, and during those minutes, Maul, Icarus, and Scorn played a game of dice to see who would try to help you out. Before that, they had asked Rook if she would be willing. She had said no. So did the other Mandalorians. Kebris had said that if the Zabraks could smell it, then it was their problem, not theirs. Rook had slapped him upside the head for making such a disrespectful statement.
So they played the dice game, playing best out of three. Icarus lost, only getting one point, with Scorn and Maul easily tying with three out of three. Within a couple of minutes, you had become his responsibility.
Icarus had had sex before. He didn’t hate it, but it wasn’t something he ever thought he’d do again. The first time he’d had sex was after he left Dathomir. He let a male Mandalorian warrior convince him to try it out, and they had gone to a seedy brothel. That was how he lost his virginity. It wasn’t a terrible experience; the prostitute was a very nice older human woman who took really good care of him. The second time he had sex was with a young Twi’lek female he had met in a nightclub. She was… not fun. She came so fast, and only wanted to do one round. The third time he had sex was actually his first blowjob. He and the other female Mandalorian in their little group had gotten shit-faced drunk and she sucked him off in a nearby alley. That was a nice experience, but if he wanted to get sucked off again, he would not do it beside a pile of vomit and rat poop.
He stared at you with nervous red eyes. Your eyes were so pretty. Your silver spots were so pretty. Your now-purple skin was so pretty. Your regular midnight blue skin was pretty, too. Really pretty, actually. Super pretty. So pretty.
Icarus’s nostrils flared when another wave of heat coursed through you, making you whine and cry out. Your head was pulled back by an invisible string, your neck bared. Your eyes had screwed shut. You were going to die horny.
Maker, please don’t let me die horny, you desperately prayed.
You didn’t know it, but Icarus’s hearts were speeding up. Blood was pooling in his groin. His cock twitched in his boxer briefs. He reached to his left after taking a small step forward, pressing the button that would close the door to your bedroom.
You looked so desperate. You looked kriffing delectable.
Icarus bit his lower lip as he stared at you. You were still fully clothed, in your sweatpants and short-sleeved shirt. He’d seen you wear those sweatpants so many times; they were your favorite pair, you’d said.
He needed to smell more of you. He reached up with a steady yet nervous hand and locked his fingers around the edge of his cowl. He pulled it down, letting it sit snugly around his neck.
When you saw his full face - His super extremely really fucking handsome pretty sexy face, you thought - you felt a waterfall of wetness soak your swollen pussy and ruin your underwear. You couldn’t see it and didn’t even know about it, but you were so wet that a stain had formed on the crotch of your sweatpants. Icarus’s semi-hard cock twitched when he noticed the stain.
Fuck, he thought.
Fuck, he thought again when you looked up at him with heavy-lidded, desperate eyes.
You would do anything to be bred by Icarus.
You were not there when Maul chose the Nightbrothers, as you were still working for Jabba the Hutt as a personal private investigator and assassin, but from what Rook told you, Icarus and his brother were the finest of the fine. They had exemplary fighting skills, and at this point, you knew exactly what they had done to impress Maul. You’d never seen better sharpshooters, physical fighters, endurance, durability, and landspeeder drivers. They were bred for war, it would seem.
Unlike you.
You had started out on Coruscant as a private investigator for Chancellor - now “Emperor”- Palpatine. Your contract with him ended three years before the fall of the Republic, thank the maker. You were employed by Jabba the Hutt for about five years, and then politely fired.
(No, really, it was very polite. Jabba had literally said, “I’m firing you, but you did good. I’ll recommend you to others and give you a nice bonus. I just don’t need you anymore.” You were homeless for about a month, but then Maul - for whatever reason - was on Tatooine and you’d managed to impress him when you helped him conceal the corpse of a person he hadn’t meant to kill, and then approached you a day later with Jabba’s recommendation and a job proposal.)
You watched with vibrating eyes as Icarus slowly undid the ties on his tunic.
“You know, you’re a very good tracker,” Icarus grunted as he shucked off his tunic. He knelt down to work on his boots. “Probably the best I’ve ever met.” He looked up from his laces. “D’you hunt?”
You shook your head. You only hunted when you needed to, not as a hobby, like he was implying. “I mean, I- I’ve - oh, shit - I’ve hunted before. Sentient species are no - “ Your hips involuntarily jerked, making you squeal. “ - different,” you finished, your breaths becoming heavy.
Icarus nodded at your words as he removed his boots. “I don’t have a condom,” he told you as he removed his socks.
You shakily laughed. “Th- that’s fine, I have - I have - mmh - an IUD,” you stuttered. Your eyes rolled back in your head when you caught a whiff of his strong, spicy scent.
Masculine. Strong. Mate.
Those words coursed through your brain as he straightened and began to take off his belt.
“Listen,” he said with a short sigh, “I’m not the most experienced person - “
“That’s fine!” you interrupted in a squeaky voice. “That’s totally fine!” Truth be told, neither were you. You’d only had sex twice - the first time with a woman you met while working for Jabba, and the second time with a male bounty hunter you met at a bar. It wasn’t an unpleasant experience, but it wasn’t… excellent? Amazing? An out-of-body experience? Yeah, it wasn’t any of those. You chuckled and said, “Neither am I - oh, kark.” Your eyes screwed shut and you buried your face back into Maul’s tunic.
Icarus let his belt fall to the floor as he looked at you. How the hell do I go about doing this? he asked himself. His arm raised and he pinched his lower lip with his hand for a couple seconds before lowering his arm and humming. I guess I take their clothes off first, he decided.
He made his way to your nest, where your hips were starting to desperately grind into the mattress, searching for urgently needed friction.
Fucked, knotted, bred. Fucked, knotted, bred, you repeatedly thought.
Icarus awkwardly climbed over the wall of your nest and settled behind you. He could smell your arousal even better now, the pheromones leaking off of your sweaty skin filling his nasal cavity like water quickly filling a bucket. Oh, gods, he thought as he looked at your ass. You always had a nice ass, in his opinion.
He reached out with an unsteady hand and settled it over your right buttcheek.
You gasped and twitched at the feeling. A touch! Your ass nuzzled into his bare hand.
Icarus swallowed. He felt extra vulnerable without his vambraces and fingerless gloves. Your ass felt so nice in his hand, like it was supposed to be there, like it was molded to fit perfectly into his palm. He squeezed your ass, unsure.
You moaned.
His cock twitched at the sound.
Icarus nervously bit his bottom lip and lifted his other hand, sliding it over the left side of your ass. Both of his hands settled on the hem of your sweatpants and his fingers curled in, locking around the soft fabric and pulling down. You lifted your hips to help him take them off and murmured, “My underwear.”
Icarus had pulled your pants down to your mid-thighs. He stared at the gray fabric of your panties. They were soaked through.
Something clicked in Icarus’s brain. Maybe it was the Zabrak in him. A Nightbrother had once told him about the urges Dathomirian Zabraks had when they were mated, but Icarus was not mated. So why did he want to bury his face into your cunt and feast on you like a starved man?
Icarus needed to keep his composure. He could not lose his mind; you were very important to Maul’s collective, and Maul would hand Icarus’s ass on a platter to Scorn if he pissed him off. Hurting you was a huge no.
Icarus growled and reached for your gray panties, ripping them off with a single tug. You yelped when he suddenly hunched over you, nipping at the tip of your ear, his bare chest burning you through your shirt. His hands slid up your sides and went for your hands, locking his fingers between yours. You whined.
You were being touched!
In this state, you were busy evaluating whether Icarus would be a good mate or not. As the man began to slowly grind himself into your bare ass, you made a mental checklist - albeit getting hornier by the goddamn second.
He can hunt, I’ve seen him hunt. He’s a terrible gatherer, but at least he knows what’s poisonous and what’s not. He’s strong. He’s handsome. His combat skills are superb - “Oh, shit!” you blurted when his lips suddenly ghosted over that sensitive spot on your neck.
This is where Dathomirian males marked the females that owned them, if the female thought them worthy enough to stay alive and be a father. Would they let me mark them? Icarus thought as he pressed his lips against the sensitive skin.
Truth be told, Icarus didn’t really have much of an idea of what he was doing. No, seriously, he really didn’t. He was kind of just moving this along just to see what he would do.
You clocked him when you felt him hesitate when licking you.
“Y- you’ve no idea wh- what you’re doin’, do you?” you breathlessly asked.
Icarus fully paused and looked up at you with wide red eyes. “Is it that obvious?” he asked.
“Mmh.” You nodded. Painfully so, you thought.
Icarus fully sat up, straddling your thighs, and you rolled over. He frowned when he saw Maul’s tunic and bent down, picking it up and throwing it out of your nest. You growled at him and he quickly apologized for the action.
“It’s fine,” you grumbled. “I understand your possessive little ass wants to be - “ You couldn’t think of a better word. “ - possessive,” you finished.
You then sighed, despite your body being racked with near-painful waves of heat. “Kiss me,” you told him.
He blanched. “I beg your pardon?” he squeaked.
You rolled your eyes. Your legs were beginning to shake. You needed to be fucked. You needed this worthy partner to mate you.
Fucked, knotted, bred. Fucked, knotted, bred.
You were losing your fucking mind with the way he stared down at you like a confused puppy.
“Fuckin’ hell,” you muttered before sharply sitting up, catching him off-guard, and smashing your lips to his, dragging him down so he would be laying on top of you.
Fuck, you thought as you kissed him.
Icarus tasted like autumn on your homeworld. He tasted rich. He tasted worthy. You silently thanked the maker for allowing you to get your greedy little hands on him; you had something a Nightsister could only dream of - a powerful male.
Yes, he was perfect.
Icarus moaned against your mouth, finally settling into the kiss, gripping your hair with a firm hand and your shoulder with the other. His tongue slid against yours, hotter than a human’s. It ran across the front of your teeth before prying into your mouth.
For a man who is so clearly inexperienced, he’s quite the kisser, you thought as the hand on your shoulder slid down and began to palm your breast.
And there was the inexperience. He palmed your breast too hard. You winced and grunted in pain and he quickly drew away from you, peering down at you with concerned eyes.
“Did I hurt you?” he asked, letting go of your breast.
You hummed. “Only a little bit,” you answered.
His shoulders slumped. “Oh.” His face filled with shame. “I’m sorry. I’m not super experienced.”
Despite the heavy throbbing in your now-bare cunt and the wet stain that was surely forming beneath you, you decided to let him take it slow.
“I mean, we - fuck - we c- can go at your own pa- pace - mmmh - kark - pace, if you want,” you panted. The heat was coming back, burning hotter and brighter, spreading through your body like a plague.
You needed this man’s dick in you right now.
Icarus slowly nodded. “Tell me what to do, my lady.” When he saw your shocked face, he stuttered, “I- I’m sorry! It’s just - it’s just a habit - “
“You picked up from Dathomir?” you finished.
He rubbed the back of his tattooed neck. “Hmm.”
You nodded. “Th- that’s fine - Icarus, fuck me.” Your hand slammed over your mouth. You did not mean to say that. Oh, maker.
Icarus looked down at you and swallowed. “I- I can - I can do that,” he said. His expression quickly became determined.
You watched with vibrating eyes as he worked your sweatpants off your body and threw them to the side. Your mouth began to water when he shoved his pants down and threw them over his muscled shoulder.
His cock was thick and heavy, with ridged edges. It was tattooed, with a black tip and two thin lines running up the sides.
“Icarus, no, that was just the - “
Icarus planted both of his hands on your shoulders, looked deep into your eyes, and said, “You. Are. In. Pain.”
“Um, not rea- “
“Sh.”
You quieted.
“I am going to help you,” he said. “You are one of Maul’s top workers. He needs you in the best shape.”
“Icarus - “
“With all due respect, my lady, shut the kriff up.”
Icarus maneuvered himself and you so that he would be between your shaking legs. He picked up your thighs and wrapped them around his waist.
He had a super nice waist, now that you thought about it.
You gasped in surprise when one of his hands buried itself in the fabric of your shirt and ripped it off with one clean motion. He threw it out of the nest, and you saw it land on the floor, near the far wall, out of the corner of your eye before you locked your eyes back on Icarus and whined. You needed him. You needed him so badly. It was practically a requirement at this point.
Whereas, you were lost in your overwhelming need to have a dick inside you, Icarus was wondering if this was what he would be doing if he had stayed on Dathomir. If he had never been picked by Mother Talzin to serve and fight for and alongside the great Darth Maul, would this have been his fate? Nightsisters were known for toying with the males they found attractive, and there were more than a few who found him quite handsome.
He remembered how one Nightsister had come to the village. He was a young Nightbrother then, had just turned twenty. By Dathomirian standards, he was not yet old enough to mate. This Nightsister was looking for a male to breed with, and had seen him watching from the doorway of his and Scorn’s small hut. She’d come up to him and dragged a finger down his bare chest. “Stay handsome and it’ll allow you a few extra years of life,” she’d told him. It had been a weird experience, to say the least, and a very uncomfortable one, too.
Icarus looked down at your chest. You had a nice chest. He took the right side of it in his hands and tweaked with your nipple for two seconds before moving his gaze downward and gaping at what he saw.
You had the wettest pussy he’d ever seen in his life. If you weren’t… actually, he had no idea what you were, but if you were a female Dathomirian Zabrak, this would be severely concerning. If you were a human, it would be even more concerning.
Nevermind, it was concerning as a whole.
“Is it supposed to be like this?” he asked, shocked. He had been holding your waist with his hands and let go of your waist to hold onto your hip with one hand and drag his finger up your sopping wet cunt with the other. Slick gathered on his finger and dripped off it, landing on your pubic mound and getting lost among the hair that dusted it.
You whined and nodded. “Y- yes, it’s normal,” you replied through heavy breaths. “Icarus, please!” you begged in a breathless voice. You needed him. You needed him so badly. You needed him right fucking now.
Icarus slowly bent over your body and pressed his lips against yours, both of your mouths unmoving. You gasped and almost pulled away from him when you felt his tip poke your swollen and soaked entrance. His hands weaved through your hair and held your head close to his.
You’re not going anywhere, he thought. He shivered as he pushed his tattooed tip into your flushed heat. Oh. Oh. Oh, fuck. Gods.
Icarus shook against you, trying to restrain himself from fully inserting himself into you and going insane. Your cunt seemed to suck him in as he slowly worked his way into your hole. He kept his lips against yours, his hands firmly planted on your skull. He braced his elbows against the bed and bent his legs up, your legs curving over his.
You squeezed him when he was fully inside you, your walls begging him for a drop of cum.
“Icarus,” you whispered against his lips.
He pulled away from you, breathing heavily. His pupils were fully dilated, his bright red eyes wide. He licked his bottom lip and a broken whimper left his mouth.
“Thank you,” you breathed. Your hands slid up his back and locked themselves onto his broad shoulders. You tugged him down into a hug. “Maker. Icarus, thank you so fucking much.” You kissed the side of his head.
You had needed this.
Maker, you’d needed this.
You felt Icarus nuzzle into your neck, and your pussy clenched around him a few more times before he finally moved, slowly pulling out of you before thrusting back in. Your head tilted back. You needed him to be rough and unforgiving. You needed his fingerprints on your hips and hickies on your neck. You needed his cum leaking out of you.
“Icarus, move,” you hissed.
You felt Icarus nod and he quickly thrust back into you.
“Move, goddammit,” you grumbled as he swirled his tongue around the skin of your neck.
He chuckled against the skin of your neck and moved his arms so that they would be under your shoulders. “Patience, my lady,” he said against your neck.
A sudden heat flash hit you and you groaned. “You’re so polite for a man who’s a near-bastard,” you muttered to him as he kissed your neck, sucking a dark hickey into your flushed skin. He wanted to sink his teeth into you and give you something more permanent, but the implications of that were a bit too severe for your respective professions.
He hauled himself out of your neck and grinned down at you with perfect white teeth.
Thank the maker you got your hands on him.
He unexpectedly fucked into you with a harsh thrust of his hips, looking down at your blushing face as he did so.
“Holy fuck!” you cried out as he began to relentlessly pound you into the mattress.
You didn’t know it, but you had done something to Icarus. Maybe it was the overwhelming scent of arousal and horniness that radiated off your blue body this morning. Maybe he’d always felt like this, and it was only now that he was pounding into you with the speed and force of a rotary cannon firing multiple rounds at a platoon of stormtroopers that he realized how he felt for you. You felt so good, clenching around him and his ridges like that.
Icarus growled and pressed his lips against your, one of his canines nearly catching against your bottom lip. You growled in response, the sound echoing throughout his mouth, and tugged him impossibly closer.
One of his hands went down to rub at your clit as he roughly fucked into you. You moaned at the contact and sobbed when he began to roughly work at the nub between your legs.
Fucked, knotted, bred.
Icarus sharply pulled away from your mouth and attached himself to your neck as your cunt sucked him in.
Fucked, knotted, bred.
He didn’t kriffing care anymore; he was going to mark you. He had to.
He sank his teeth into the side of your neck and you yelled with pleasure. You never told anyone that your kind did this, too, despite having duller teeth than Zabraks.
Fucked, knotted, bred.
Those three words echoed in your head like a sexual mantra as Icarus’s thrusts sped up. Blood dripped down your neck and shoulder and onto the sheets below you. Icarus sucked at the mark he was making, that he barely knew he was making. Your blood was like sweet nectar against his tongue, dancing across his tastebuds. Nightbrothers who were allowed to mark their mates told younger Nightbrothers that the right mate just tasted right, and you certainly tasted right.
Icarus continued to pound into you, with a little bit of renewed vigor. You took him so well; it was as if your cunt was made for his cock. Your hole pulled him in relentlessly, your walls massaging him with need. The pace at which your walls clenched and unclenched around him begged to be coated in cum and what kind of mate would Icarus be if he were to refuse the sweet blue cunt that was holding onto his ridged cock like it was a lifeline?
“F- fuck, Icarus, please!” you begged, your voice cracking. One of your hands traveled up his band and attached itself to the back of his head. You yelped when you accidentally poked your palm on the tip of his horn, and maneuvered your fingers so that they would be weaving through the tips of his horns. You squeezed the back of his head, making him groan against your neck.
“My lady,” he panted before pulling away.
You stared at him as his skin continued to slap against yours. His mouth and chin were coated with your dark red blood.
“Kark,” you breathed, dragging him down to you so you could taste yourself.
His kisses matched his brutal thrusts. Every inch that entered you matched the speed on the kiss. He felt so good, he felt so right.
Maker, you could have sworn he was your soulmate!
You wrapped your other arm around him, locking your hand on his side, and whined into his mouth as his pace began to stutter. His cock twitched once, and then twice, before load after load of hot cum filled your hole. Icarus continued to kiss your lips and fuck into you, each kiss becoming softer, each thrust becoming sloppier. His hand left your clit and settled on your hip.
“My lady,” he murmured against your lips as his ridged cock slowly stilled inside of you. He reluctantly pulled away, wanting to check on you.
His bright red eyes widened when he saw the bloody bite on your neck. “Oh, shit,” he cursed. “Oh, fuck.” What have I done?! He began to hyperventilate. Maul’s gonna kill me. Oh, my goodness. Oh, kark. “I’m such a kriffing idiot, oh, gods,” he nervously laughed as he stared at the mark on your neck. “Gods. Oh, no. Fuck.”
You looked up at him with hazy eyes. The burn of your heat cycle had been temporarily relieved. Your mind soon cleared up, and your eyes widened when your realized what Icarus had done. You slowly reached up and touched the mark with your fingers.
Both of you had dreamt of doing this to the other. You always thought Icarus was handsome, and he always thought you were beautiful. You both had masturbated to the thought of doing this. You wanted him to claim you, and he wanted to claim you. But not like this. Never like this. You had wanted to be sober-minded and grounded if you ever made a move. He had wanted to be with you for a while before doing such a thing.
You both stared at each other with wide eyes.
Your lips cracked into a hopeful smile before you broke the silence. “It’s fine.”
Icarus shook his head and a low whining sound vibrated in his throat. “No.” He said your name with nervous desperation. “No, it’s not,” he said shakily. “It’s not fine. I didn’t - I - uh - hmm - “ He quickly pulled away from you and covered his mouth with his hand. “I wanted - “ He cleared his throat.
Your eyes widened. “You wanted to do this,” you breathed.
Icarus sobbed into his hand before looking at you with lucid red eyes. “Yes, but - but I didn’t - “
You held up a hand, silencing him. “I like you how you like me,” you intoned.
He stared at you with wide eyes. “Huh?” he said dumbly.
“I wanted you, too, Icarus.” You tilted your head to the side. “We both know that we’d never take advantage of each other like that, right?”
The Nightbrother nodded. You did, too.
“Good,” you said. “Good.”
You laid back down, motioning for him to lay on top of you. He did, and he nuzzled his mark. It would scar, and he would be embedded in you forever.
You rested one of your hands on his back and danced your fingers along the skin. “I like you,” you quietly said to him. “I like you a lot. And that’s not the pheromones talking, if that’s what you were wondering.”
Icarus gently kissed the uninjured skin. “Good,” he breathed. “I like you, too.”
You began to rub his back and hummed. “Wanna play mates for a while?” you asked him.
“I’d rather it be permanent,” he replied.
You nodded and he purred. “We can do that,” you told him with a small smile. “I wouldn’t mind being yours forever.”
“You can mark me, too,” Icarus said after pulling his head out of your neck.
You stared up at his beautiful face and grinned. “Deal.”
I just had my college accommodation meeting. It went well! My dad and I discovered that I am colorblind. Apparently I have tritanomaly, which is why I lowkey kinda thought Savage looked green... :/ welp... darn.
I am so happy that this fic is getting so much support on ao3. Thank you guys soooooooooooo much!
Warnings/Tags: deaf, pregnant, and female reader; reader is not human; reader has a tail; you're gay now welcome to the club; thoughts of violence; mainly Darth Maul x Reader x Scorn for this one; angsty; Maul has internalized homophobia but he's working through it; vomit; SCORN CAN BAKE GUYS TRUST; negative flashbacks; religious abuse; homophobic flashbacks; ableism; very brief mention of underage sex, but not explicit at all (there's no actual like description of what HAPPENED happened; it's just telling the reader that you lost your virginity as a teen to a Chiss boy around the same age); forced marriage that alludes to sexism
Maul stood in the shower, very hot water carving a burning path down his back.
“I love all of you. Each and every single one of you. I am proud to call you my mates, even if I haven’t properly fucked two of you yet.”
His two hearts began to pound in his chest. Those were the words he and the others had been waiting to hear for a long time, and you casually threw them out right after you had orgasmed. He bit his lower lip. He thought he would be more elated upon hearing those precious words, but instead he was just confused.
How could someone as beautiful as you love a monster like him?
He had killed so many people, now that he thought about it. He had killed children. He had hunted Jedi for sport.
And yet you said you loved him.
He sighed and rested his forehead on the tile wall. He was half the man you deserved, and if you took into account all of what he had done, he was half the monster you deserved to kill. He could see the image of you stabbing him with your orange lightsaber so clearly in his mind, and it disturbed him.
A knock on the door got his attention.
“My lord?”
Scorn. Maul straightened.
Maul liked Scorn. The Nightbrother was smart, buff, and empathetic. He was a wonderful bedmate. He didn’t snore, unlike Feral and Savage. He was also very handsome, and Maul would be lying to himself if he said that he didn’t want the male’s thick cock in his ass.
A fleeting image of Scorn looking down at Maul as he sucked him off flashed through Maul’s mind, and his breath quickened slightly.
“Yes?” Maul called, trying to ignore the blood pooling at his synthetic groin. “What is it?”
“You’ve been in there for a while,” Scorn said. He sounded concerned. “Did your legs glitch? Do you need help?”
Maul shook out his cybernetic legs, water droplets flying off them and against the blurred glass door and bathroom tiles.
“I’m fine,” he called back to Scorn. He turned off the water. He’d finished bathing a while ago. He opened the glass door and quickly toweled himself off. He wrapped a dry and fluffy white towel around his waist and opened the bathroom door.
Scorn was leaning against the wall beside the door. He looked down at Maul with worried orange eyes. Maul sniffed the air, the smell of cooking meat filling his nose.
You burst into the bedroom and slowly ran past them, promptly throwing up into the toilet. Maul gasped and let the towel drop as he rushed to hold up your thick white hair.
When Maul looked back at Scorn to tell him to check on whatever it was you had been cooking, he couldn’t help but think that him looking up at the other male felt so damn right.
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You and Maul laid beside each other in the nest. You both had the rare evening off, and Scorn was baking bread in the kitchen. According to Savage, Scorn had been one of the bakers in the Nightbrother village. You assumed that’s where part of his arm muscle came from; Dathomirian dough required a lot of arm strength to knead, according to Savage.
The smell of meat pastries slowly filled your chambers, making your mouth water. Scorn had decided to use a type of beef, which was the only meat that didn’t make you puke when you smelled it. Your stomach grumbled, and you could feel your daughter kicking your stomach and begging for meat.
Sh, you told her.
She immediately quieted.
You’d been thinking of names lately. For your kind, it was custom for whoever gave birth to name the child first. You still hadn’t picked a name. You thought about asking Ventress or Kyra how Nightsisters named their children, but realized that you wanted all children you were capable of having to be as far from them as possible, including the one currently within you.
“When do you think the food will be ready?” you asked your husband as he laid a hand over your stomach. He smelled really good…. Almost… too good…. You moaned softly as he began to rub small circles on your stomach, but he didn’t seem to hear it.
Maker, he smells good, you thought when you caught another strong whiff of him. He smelled like hot spices and burnt embers. He smelled wonderfully masculine. He smelled like breeding.
Gosh, you couldn’t wait for him to cum inside you.
You turned your head to Maul and noticed that he was completely unfocused, lost in his own head. At first you thought he must have been having some kind of traumatic flashback, but when you noticed that his breathing was too steady to indicate such a thing, the idea immediately disappeared from your brain. You frowned. What could he possibly be thinking of? “Maul?” you said aloud, trying to get his attention.
Maul jerked to attention and gave you a warm smile that did not reach his golden eyes. He removed his hand from your stomach and signed, “Hello, my dear. What is it?”
“I said that I wondered when the food would be ready,” you repeated with one hand as your arm pushed under Maul’s head to cradle it.
“Did you?” You felt the vibration of Maul humming. You sat up when his lips began to move, reaching for you hearing aids on the -
Maul grabbed your wrist; he had sat up the same time you did. “No. You don’t need them.”
You grumpily tugged your wrist out of his grip, his face turned to the door as you sighed with irritation, “No, but I want them, you dipshit.” You internally giggled when you realized that your husband didn’t know the word for “dipshit”. Looks like he has a new nickname, you thought with an audible snicker.
Maul turned to you, confused. “What are you snickering at?” he asked, one of his brows raised high. He looked you over and then around the room, trying to find the source of your laughter.
You giggled and playfully slapped his shoulder. His head jerked towards you and he made a face of mock surprise and betrayal.
“Nothing, my love,” you reassured him. You slowly leaned forward and pressed a short kiss against his tattooed lips. When you pulled away, you couldn’t help but admire his beauty. You smiled at him and he smiled back before gently headbutting you.
“Scorn said the pastries would be done in forty-five minutes,” Maul told you after leaning back.
You loudly groaned and dragged your hands down your face. “Ugh. That’s too long,” you whined.
Maul shrugged and bent down, gently kissing the side of your neck. He swirled his tongue around your striped silver skin before looking back up at you. Your head had tipped back, revealing your beautiful jawline. Maul kissed the corner of your jaw with reverent lips, making you smile.
When he pulled away, he decided to finally ask the question that he had been thinking of for the last few hours, even though he already knew the answer.
He signed your name, catching your eye.
“… is it okay to like other men?”
He already knew the answer, but he just had to be sure.
You stared at him, wide-eyed. In all honesty, you thought that such a question was stupid. The answer was so blatantly obvious! Of course it was okay to be attracted to the same sex and gender!
You took a deep breath. “Yes, it is,” you answered.
Maul slowly nodded. “I see.”
Your head tilted to the side, your tail flicking back and forth over the sheets. “Do you like one of the males?” Please tell me it’s not one of his actual brothers, you prayed to your maker.
Maul rubbed the back of his neck with an embarrassed look on his face. “I think Scorn and Icarus are very attractive,” he admitted with a slight wince.
You nodded. “That’s fine,” you said. “I mean, I think Ventress is hot as hell.” You shrugged.
“Did you always like women?”
You slowly nodded. “Yes. I guess I have. I can’t remember a time I didn’t.”
Suddenly Maul asked, “Why’d you leave the Unknown Regions? Wasn’t it safer for you there, away from all this war?”
You froze, your eyes glazing over. You’d never told Maul why you left. You… didn’t really tell him anything at all. Your mouth opened slightly before shutting.
You remembered the singing.
Your cult loved to sing.
They sang praises to the God for hours and hours on that one day of the week and didn’t stop until no one could sing anymore. Everyone had looked so beautiful when they sang. The vibration of the music was immaculate.
You remembered the Great Book. Its words, its condemnations…. I sat heavy, still, and untouched in the deep recesses of your mind.
You remembered the clothes you wore. They were your finest ones. You wore them on the first day of the week to the religious rituals the cult had held.
You remembered how you were not allowed to ask questions.
You remembered when you discovered the Force.
You remembered asking about the Force and being shot down.
“The Force isn’t real. There’s only the God.”
You remembered your father telling you about your dedication ceremony. When the doctors had told him and your mother that you were deaf, they had tried to bless and heal you, what he said. It obviously didn’t work, as you were still deaf.
You remembered being told that you were the result of one man’s actions and that being deaf was your fault. You remembered being told that you would suffer until death, when the God would take you into their arms and heal you.
You remembered telling your father about being attracted to girls.
When he didn’t hate you, you had been hopeful.
You told your mother.
She did not feel the same.
You blinked away the harsh memories and looked at Maul. You didn’t know how to explain what you had gone through on your homeworld, and you doubted that you would ever be able to. You remembered the first time you’d ever had sex, at sixteen-years-old, after you’d managed to barter for passage off your planet, and how dirty you had felt afterward. You had thought yourself disgusted and perverted and unworthy of love, and it wasn’t until that Chiss boy pulled you close to kiss you one last time that you felt… worthy? You didn’t know how to describe it.
You reached for Maul’s tattooed hand and he let you take it. You smiled at him and said, “There are worse things out there. Things worse than Sidious.”
Maul doubted that anyone could be worse than Sidious, but he let you speak.
“I had to leave,” you told him. They were going to marry me off, you wanted to say. They were going to marry me off to an old man to cure me from something they thought unnatural. You squeezed his hand again and bent down, kissing him once on the lips. “They don’t like Force-users on my homeworld.”
Maul nodded, but still didn’t understand. Why wouldn’t they like people who can tap into the Force? Do they not like power or something? he thought as he searched your face for an answer. Your face was serene but your eyes were sad and afraid.
Maul leaned up and gently kissed you, his lips soft.
Sometimes I get sad and think my favorite character has no fanfic about them but then I remember that I can write the fics myself and read them for my own enjoyment
