#But he doesn’t. and this pleases Thrawn.

[egregiousderp]

Had to stop for a moment at work thanks to the sudden realization that thanks to the Mouse Droid fic, it’s canon that Eli Vanto is exactly Tarkin’s type, and that makes his promotion process So Much Funnier in Thrawn.

[whamgram]

I saw Thrawn wearing army pants and flip flops. So I bought army pants and flip flops.

[tyquu]

Absolutely love your prosthetic Ezra AU. Arts so wonderful and stunning (Sorry if I spell it wrong, English is not my first language)

If you don't watch Asoka show you can ignore my question, because of spoilers)))

I have a bunch of little questions. Ezra spent almost ten years in other galaxy. What is the quality of his prosthesis when he returned home? How did he deal with breakdowns without the right tools and parts?

Anyway, love your AUs and amazing art style!

Wahhh thank you so much! Glad to hear you like the AU!

So I haven’t actually finished Ahsoka (I know, im sorry 😭) but at this point I feel like I know roughly enough to take a crack at this! So here’s what I came up with;

So, Ezra’s cybernetic, as discussed in the post where I went into detail on it, requires pretty regular maintenance in order to function. Stranded on Peridea and without access to any med care/tech from the chimera, Ezra’s cybernetic would begin to go faulty within months.

At most he’d probably be able to make things just about work for three months post crash before it would have to come off. Grabbing a stick to use as a cane, there would be a few months where he has to really go back to basics, and it is not ideal.

However, Ezra would get crafty! Either with supplies he’d have stolen from the chimera or gathered on his own, and he’d end up with various self made peg legs! They aren’t perfect but with every iteration tend to get a bit better.

After staying with the Noti for a while, he’d finally have access to better materials and craftsmanship, and make a final design for his post crash prosthetic. It includes an adjustable buckle, prosthetic knee mechanism, and polished wood transtibial prostheses below the knee.

Obviously it would still need the occasional part replacement due to wear and tear as time goes on, but I don’t think it would change drastically from this point onwards, not until he gets back to lesser space of course, where I’m sure he’d go get checked out by a whole med team and possibly get his cybernetic replaced

But yeah!! That’s all I’ve got. I’m not a massive Ahsoka believer tbh, and I kinda split off in the middle to dabble a little bit on what an “Ezra and Thrawn in wild space adventures” prosthetic situation would end up being like. Especially with the possibility of introducing the ascendancy. But I decided to halt that train of thought for now so I could address the Ahsoka show specifically 🫡

Thanks again for the ask! Hope this sort of makes sense (and please do let me know if it doesn’t!) :D)

[vibratingskull]

Howdy, can I please make a request for a ThrawnxF!reader . they have children together but he has no interest in marriage, and because of this and because of their age gap, she is known as the Grand admiral concubines /mistresses.

Either she embraces it, or will she confront him about it.

This is an interesting starting point, but it would be quite OOC for Thrawn to do that (imo), so I took the liberty to tweak it a bit, I hope you don't mind 😋

Thrawn x F!reader

Tags: pregnancy, cultural miscommunications, reader may lacks some neurons... oops

You huff sitting down with your pregnant belly preventing you from moving easily. You groan as it tenses up your lower back muscles. 

“Hard day, mama?” Karyn eyeballs you, lightly amused as she sips on her cup of caff. 

“Arf, don’t tell me about it! They are destroying me, they kick and move around all night!” 

“It must not be that hard if you keep having them.” She chuckles, “It’s the fourth one, correct?” 

“Fifth: I had twins.” You correct. 

“Ah yeah... Grand Admiral Thrawn’s greatest accomplishment.” She muses, “He was so enthralled by the news he invited me for a drink in his office instead of strategizing.” 

“Glad to know my boyfriend and best friend meet behind my back” You snigger, “Should I start to worry?” 

It is a joke of course, you know Thrawn would never cheat on you, especially not when you are carrying his heirs and Karyn would never betray you in such a way but she seems to not have gotten the memo with the look she is giving you right now. 

“It’s a joke, Karyn. I know you’re not doing anything behind my back.” You exhale a tired chuckle as your baby kicks again. 

She gauges you up and down with a weird expression, stirring her cup. 

“What?” You demand. 

“Nothing... Just that Grand Admiral Thrawn would probably not appreciate that.” 

“What? Joking about him cheating? Maybe, but you do not need to tell him.” You wink at her. 

“No, the ‘boyfriend’ thing.” 

You raise an eyebrow at her, lost. 

“Then what am I supposed to call him then? ‘Sir’? ‘Master’? Cause I am not doing that.” 

“Simply your ‘husband’.” She explains, “I do not think he would appreciate being relegated to a ‘boyfriend’ status, that is all.” 

You sneer before wincing in pain. 

“Karyn, do you see a ring on my finger? Then he is not my husband, not even my fiance. He is my boyfriend. The father of my children but my boyfriend.” 

She looks more and more disconcerted. 

“That is not how he refers to you.” 

“Really? If you tell me he calls me his ‘baby mama’ I am going to cause a scene.” You joke, gulping your can of fruit juice. 

You are craving fruit juice so badly with this pregnancy... For the former one it was chocolate biscuits with whipped cream! 

“He calls you his wife, (Y/n).” She drops the bomb on you. 

Your gulp almost goes the wrong way and you start coughing behind your hand. 

“What?!”  

“You never noticed? This is how he refers to you to others.” 

“No?!” You respond flabergasted, “Since when?!” 

“Several years? A little bit before your first one if I recall.” 

You open your eyes wide open. 

You concede that you are a pretty obliging person but Thrawn seems to have taken some liberties behind your back! You raise on your feet, fuming and head toward Thrawn’s office under Karyn’s questioning gaze. 

Apparently, a discussion is in order. Thrawn needs to learn that being a Grand Admiral doesn’t grant him all the rights in the world, especially towards you! 

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“Hello, dear ‘husband’ of mine!” You coo, leaning against the doorframe. 

Thrawn raises his gaze from his datapad to lay on you, a tight smile flourishing on his lips. 

“Hello, Ch’acah. You seem in good spirits today.” 

You refrain your eyes from twitching at his compliment. Is he already playing the smartass? 

“What can I help you with?” He asks, laying his pad on his desk to fully focus on you, his eyes shining bright, “Is it about the baby? Do you need a back massage?” 

“I need nothing, WE need a discussion, however.” You start, entering the office. 

Thrawn tilts his head to you without departing from his small grin. He gestures to the chair on the other side of his desk. 

“Please take a seat. What do you wish to discuss, Cheo Ch’acah?” 

You do not sit down, preferring to lean forward, a hand on his desk, hovering over him. 

“I would like to discuss husband privileges and how you help yourself with them.” 

He squints at you, silent questions in his eyes. 

“Is it about the baby?” He finally asks. 

“No, Thrawn.” You cut short, “I would appreciate you stop referring to me as your wife to others.” 

“I do not follow.” 

You agitate your hand before his eyes. 

“Simple, see my naked finger? As long as there is no ring on it, you do not have the privilege to call me ‘your wife’. This is husband privilege and you have not upgraded the situation to that level yet!” 

His eyes navigate from your hand to your face, a puzzled expression on his features. 

“You cannot have your cake and eat it too, okay? If you want to parade as a husband, wife me up. Until then you are my ‘boyfriend’. I understand that you might be uncomfortable being referred to as a ‘boyfriend’ at your age and rank, but this is up to you at this point!” You snarkily explain, “I think I gave you enough hint that I wanted to be more than that, but you never proposed. So man up and accept that you are just a boyfriend for now!” 

He slowly blinks, his mouth behind his folded hands, listening attentively to your complaints. You abandon your sass for a sweeter tone. 

“But if you want to change things up, feel free to do so, I will not complain!” You raise back up, crossing your arms on your chest. 

He remains silent for a few more seconds with a stern expression before taking the ground. 

“I do not understand.” 

You gruff, annoyed. 

“Listen up Mister. You may be the father of our children but you do not get to polish your portrait with an honorable title you did not earn, okay?! It may be shameful for a Grand Admiral to get a woman pregnant without marrying her, but at that point that is on you! It is the fifth one and I still see no ring!” 

“(Y/n)...” He speaks incredibly calm but also deadly serious, “We are married.” 

You blink in silence. 

Is he gaslighting you or something? That would be a first in your relationship, but apparently it is never too late to start! 

You let out a sneer. 

“Would you please not take me for an idiot, Thrawn? I would really appreciate it.” 

“I am not taking you for an idiot, (Y/n). I am absolutely serious. Do you not remember the ceremony?” 

Is he... Is he serious right now? You consider him carefully like he was crazy. 

“No...? We never went to the temple or any officials of any kind?” 

“It was in the living room of our apartment, Ch’acah. We drank the tea, recited the vows, and made love all night.” His voice remains assured but you can see in his eyes he seems... distraught. 

“We... Drank tea and made love? Do you remember the amount of time we did that? At the apartment no less?” 

He looks into your eyes and lets out a deep sigh. He lowers himself to open a cabinet of his desk and takes out a metallic box that he puts on the desk for you to see.  

“I search for this tea for months.” He opens the box to reveal mauve tea leaves and a scent that punches in the face with memories “We brewed it together for an entire week, drank it sharing a cup, and recited the vows before going to bed. Do you not remember that night?” 

“I assumed you tried to be romantic after a long campaign!” 

“I asked you to tie your fate and life to mine for eternity.” He continues placidly. 

“I thought you were asking me for a baby! How was I supposed to know they were vows?” 

“You recited them back to me as the ceremony demanded.” 

“I simply reciprocated?! You asked me so I asked you in return!” 

You feel yourself getting dizzy. You do remember that evening now, it was chilly outside and thrawn prepared a fire, he turned off all other lights and invited you to sit with him in front of the fire to share a cup of that tea he purchased earlier near the wild regions and brew for an entire week. It tasted savory and a bit salty honestly. He prophesized his love to you and you gladly confessed yours back, he then took you languorously before that open fire all night, shielding you from the night with his mighty body. 

... Is that a Chiss wedding ceremony? 

“This tea is part of many legends on Chiss worlds. As it is said it bound the soul of two gods of the night for all eternity in our myths, and it became integral to our wedding ceremonies. Sharing it with your intended is the staple of any Chiss wedding.” He explains, “The vows and lovemaking are common to human practices.” 

You need to sit down. You are going to fall or something and the pregnancy doesn’t help! Seeing you getting weak Thrawn immediately stands up to give you support. You shakily pull the chair and sit on it with his help, breathing deeply. 

What did he just tell you? 

“You could have been clearer!” You admonish him. 

“The vows were pretty explicit.” He counters. 

“Either way! Do you think this is enough to get married in the Empire? Alien’s ceremonies hold no legality here!” You counter! 

He looks at you more and more confused. 

“I made you sign the legal papers the next day.” He retorts, a strange edge in the tone. 

“The ne- Those were marriage papers?!” You ask flabbergasted. 

His shoulders lower slightly. 

“Did you not read them?” 

“We were in the process of buying the apartment, I thought you needed my signature for co-ownership.” You explain, “Do you remember the amont of paper you asked me to sign? I did not have time to read everything!” 

He looks down at you from his full height, a hint of pain in the glow of his eyes. 

“Do you truly think I would get you pregnant without making you my wife first?” He finally asks, “And evince disrespect towards your personhood?” 

You bite your lips. That indeed seemed quite bizarre for him, and you were surprised to not see any ring appear on your finger after the announcement of your first pregnancy. When the second pregnancy arrived and still no ring was to be found you simply accepted that you did not know him as well as you first expected. 

Or so you thougt! 

“No...” You admit, “It would be quite... out of character.” 

He contemplates you in silence, hands clasped behind his back before skirting his desk. Very... tense. 

“Thrawn...” You breathe, calculating your error, “Ch’acah, I am truly sorry. I... I just...” 

His burning gaze turns to you, but you have no word to save yourself. What could you say now to soothe the wound? 

“Just tell me you did not pretend we were not together to others during this entire time.” He finally speaks with the coldest tone you ever heard from him. 

“No!” You immediately protest, “I never pretend such a thing!” 

He gauges you up and down, his lips pressed in a thin line before averting his gaze towards his ysalamiry statues. 

“Thrawn...” You call, standing back up to embrace him from behind, “I am sorry I did not realize sooner. I love you, do not be mad at me please...” 

You hear him breath deeply before taking your arms off of him and turning towards you, holding your hands. 

“I am not mad at you. I am simply a bit... Shocked.” 

You wince, squeezing his hand in an appeasing gesture. 

“I should have been clearer in my intentions. I assumed you understood the meaning of the ceremony as you went along with it. The blame is on me.” He edicts, recovering his regal attitude. 

“No, I should have understood on my own.” You correct him, “I should have understood when you reacted at my first pregnancy. You are not one to abandon your pregnant woman to uncertainty, I should have realized-” 

“Then it is both on us.” He stops you before it derails. 

“But... Why not a human ceremony too?” You cannot help but ask. 

“Back at the beginning of our relationship, you stated you did not like all this ceremonial. I thought you would be more receptive to an alien courtship.”  

And it downs on you. 

“Oh... I lied.” 

He tilts his head, question in his eyes.  

“I lied because I thought you would leave me if I told you I was thinking about marriage.” You bite your lips, “Like my ex.” 

He sighs deeply. 

“Like that impotent fool?” 

You bat your eyelids and grin, raising his hands to your lips to kiss his knuckles foundly. 

“I was wrong Thrawn, and I have never been happier.” 

“Are you?” He investigates, still on the defensive. 

“Yes! I entered this room as a possible future single mother of five and I will exit it as a married woman.” 

“You entered as a married woman.” He leans forward to kiss your forehead, recovering softer dispositions. “Now you can proclaim your status to the entire world.” 

“Like you did all this time?” You chuckle. 

“Indeed. I take great pride in being married to you and fathering our children. Your are my greatest success.” He confesses, holding you close to his giant stature in a tight hug. 

“I love you, Ch’acah.” You murmur only to him. 

“I love you more.” He smiles tightly, “Do I now have your blessing to flaunt my husband’s privileges?” He taunts. 

You cannot help but burst out laughing. 

“Yes! Yes you can!” 

And he captures your lips for an infinitely tender kiss. 

@bluechiss @justanothersadperson93 @thrawnspetgoose @Thrawnalani @twilekchiss @dance-like-russia-isnt-watching @obbicrystaleo @elise2174 @davesrightshoe @Holylonelyponyeatingmacaroni 

[noraantilles]

Imperial Love

Pairing: Thrawn x gn!reader

Summary: Y/N and Thrawn are having an eye-opening discussion, getting to know their suppressed feelings for each other.

Warnings: tension, fluff, enemies to lovers

Word count: 2195 word

POV: You and Thrawn are in his luxurious quarters on the Chimera where you are held as a prisoner. You hated the empire but had an odd esteem for Thrawn. He was always respectful and never underestimated your abilities. You have been on the Chimera for a longer amount of time now. Thrawn invited you into his quarters for conversation and dinner. Well, as far as you can call this an invitation. You could either spend your time in a prison cell or take the variety.

You are watching the stars through the window while Thrawn sits down on his sofa. A bottle of wine and two glasses sit on a small table next to him. His quarters were decorated with different pictures and art from throughout the galaxy. You knew that he adored art. But not because he found it so aesthetically pleasing, no. He reads it like normal people would read books. One of his special abilities you had never gotten a hang of.

After a long stare in the void of nothing you finally decided to break the silence. „Why am I here?”, you mumbled. Thrawn's observing gaze could not seem to get rid of you. Even though you did not bother, you could just not quite grasp why he was so interested in you. Unlike the rest of the empire, Thrawn seemed to be the only one that somehow respected you. It wasn’t the first time you got an invitation to join him, but most of the time you never really spoke. This time though, you could already feel that it was different.

„You are here because you took my invitation.”, he answered as he calmly took the bottle off the table and poured the red wine into the two glasses. „That is not what I meant.” You took a deep breath before you continued to speak. “Why am I on this star destroyer? What exactly does the empire want from me?“

Thrawn’s mimic stayed neutral as he leaned back. „You are here so that we can convince you to join the empire. We want you to fight for us. End the rebellion and therefore the war.“

You started to look at him, while he was sitting there, leaning back, his glass of wine in one hand, his other arm resting on the back of the sofa, while he decided to watch you eagerly. You laughed in disbelief while you shook your head. „Why do you think I would ever decide to work for the one thing I fought to destroy? I have lost so many important people, to this war. If I would switch sides now, everything that I did would have been for nothing. Their deaths would be completely meaningless. Do you really think I would betray them, betray myself like that?“

„So that‘s the most important thing to you. Your friends. The people that you love.“ he paused for a second. „I learn a new thing about you every day. Surprisingly, none of this applies to what they say about you.“ he took a sip of his wine.

You frowned slightly laughing. „Oh really? So what do they say about me?“ With a piercing look at him, you crossed your arms.

„It is said that ‘Nova Phantom’ destroyed a Venator-class star destroyer all by themself.“ His gaze wandered from your feet up to your eyes. It felt like he tried to read you. You smirked. „The way you said it, it doesn’t seem that you believe in it.“

„I don‘t know what to believe honestly.“ You laughed, as you interrupted him. „Wow, so the all-knowing famous notorious grand admiral Thrawn is clueless. That is also not quite what your reputation says.“

„So you know my reputation?“ You smirked. „Did you really doubt that? Know your enemies. Isn‘t that what you’re used to say?“ Thrawn nodded in agreement so you continued. „I know that you are the smartest man to have ever gotten a post in the empire. You are a tactical master when it comes to war maneuvers and a genius in constructing your enemies' next steps. I assume you are also a master manipulator and can read every person you have ever met like an open book. Never in my life, have I met someone so precise and right with his assumptions than you. You have a wide knowledge in a lot of different areas. Cultures, languages, art. Everything you need to know to reconstruct someone’s life and decisions. I am pretty sure you started analyzing everything when you were able to think. And that‘s probably why you became so good.“

He smiled lightly when you finished, which is a thing you rarely get to witness. But he stayed calm. Neither agreement nor disapproval. You smirked again. „Seems like I was right. Your reputation is pretty accurate then, don’t you think? So why don‘t you think mine’s also?“

You stepped slowly across the room to take your glass of wine before you stepped back to the window. With every step you took you started to realize that Thrawn’s eyes were literally glued to you by now. You took a sip of the wine the grand admiral had picked for you. An oddly familiar smell and scent floated through your senses. How in the stars was he able to guess your favorite wine? A slight surge of uncertainty started to build up as you stared into your glass for a short moment before you started to realize that he wasn’t allowed to know that he had hit the bull's eye. You took a glimpse through the side of your eye before you headed back to your spot at the window. You were sure that he had noticed your little break out of your coolness, but he kept it to himself.

„I never said that I didn’t think it could be true. I‘m just not quite sure yet, which option makes the most sense.“

Your gaze wandered back to him, interested in what he meant by that. He understood the curious look on your face and kept going. „There is option one. Your reputation is not true, you‘d be a normal prisoner here and the empire would not have the use for you as they do now. Or your reputation is true, you are the most powerful being I have ever met and did all they say about you, then I don‘t quite understand why you didn‘t just, … leave. Clearly, you would have all the abilities to walk out of here without a scratch. So, the question is, why are you still here? Either you don‘t have these abilities they say or there is something else that is keeping you here.“

„Really, and what would that be?”, you asked as calmly as you were able to. „Maybe a tactical advantage. Learning from your enemy firsthand so that he shows you how to destroy them. Or something completely different. Maybe you have a special interest in something specific. Something or someone.“ He took another sip from his wine and gazed at you with a deep stare directly into your eyes.

You try not to let on anything, although you exactly knew that he had hit the bull’s eye with his analysis. Again. You took a sip of your wine. „That is a very interesting theory. So what do you think is true then?“

„I had hoped you would tell me.“ He looked at you expectantly, his head slightly tilted to the side.

„And why would you think I would tell you that?“ Your heartbeat started to increase as Thrawn took another sip, looking at you without saying anything. You knew exactly what he was doing. Playing this little game of answering your own questions. It was your turn now.

„I see.”, you began. “And luckily, I already know the answer to this question. You like my companionship. I am the only one who can slightly compare to you on an intellectual basis and that is a welcome variety to you. Being surrounded by the same boring crew and an enemy that hides most of the time, because they know they don’t stand a chance to beat you. I am none of that to you. I am a mystery, a riddle that you are burning to solve.“ You took a pause to see his reaction, but he stayed cool so you continued. „The empire probably thinks that all of this is for tactical reasons. They think that what you are doing here might give them information about the enemy, about me, but that is not entirely true, isn‘t it? There is more to it. You don‘t just like the idea of solving a complex puzzle. You like the idea of how I make you feel. And you want to explore that in every possible way. How far you can go. It thrills you because you have never had the opportunity to experience anything like that.“

You slowly stepped in his direction, while you observed his reaction. „Does it scare you? Seeing someone using your own weapons against you?” You placed your still-filled glass back on the table. The power you felt at that moment was incredible. Being able to keep the upper hand with someone like him was the reason why you stayed on this ship. To be honest, under great effort, you‘d probably be able to leave the Chimera but your state of health wasn‘t the best at that time. So, waiting a little bit longer till you’d be able to leave a more comfortable way seemed to be the best option. You sat your knee between his thighs and placed you close in front of him. The slight nervousness that made his body tense has not escaped you. You rest your hand on the backrest of the couch while your fingers slowly traced a line over his chest. He clearly did not expect you to come that close that fast. But that didn’t last long. A smile formed on his lips. „Thank you.“ he stated as he glared deep into your eyes. „For what?“, you laughed lightly at his sudden mood change. „Now I know the answer.“

„Oh really? What is it then? Is my reputation true or false?”, you tilted your head slightly to the side. „That I cannot say yet. But what I know is that my previously made assumption is indeed correct. You do want me. Maybe even the way I want you. And the best thing is, I can prove it to you.“ But before you could even process what he meant by that. He grabbed you by the hip and pushed you into himself so that his mouth almost touched your ear. A light gasp left your body at that sudden movement. His hot breath tickled the skin on your neck and a shiver waved all over your body. You could literally feel that wide grin of his on your skin. Only now, you really understood how he proved it to you. At that sudden movement of dragging you into him, your hands found hold on his chest. Your fingers were buried in the fabric of his white uniform, that’s how much you really tensed.

But even now that you‘ve noticed you couldn’t let go of him. His scent, his hot breath on your skin, and his hands on your lower back had taken you completely. He had you under his spell and he was well aware of that. Your breathing accelerated as he moved his mouth along your jawline till he stopped right in front of your lips. You didn’t know where to focus anymore as your eyes wandered between his lips and his eyes.

You wanted this, even though you knew that this was absolutely wrong. Betraying your friends and everything you have fought for just in a glimpse of a moment, was the last thing you wanted. But the way you‘ve simply lost all control over your body made it hard to resist. You knew that he thought the same. He struggled so hard to catch a clear thought but the longer he waited the more desperate he got. Desperate for your touch. In a glimpse of a moment, he closed the gap between the two of you pulling you in for a hot breathy kiss. First, you tried to resist the urge, but as soon as his lips met yours all you could think of was how you wanted more. Your hands wandered up to his neck as you deepened the kiss. Thrawn kept you close to him as his hands slid under your shirt to feel your skin. He had thought about this moment way more often than he’d like. A shiver went through your body as a burning desire started to build up in you as he traced a line along your lower back. In the end, Thrawn was right about you, the same way you were right about him. You two were made for each other. Sooner or later the realization that it would never work had to hit. An imperial grand admiral and a rebel assassin. This had to be destined to fail.

Authors note: May the Fourth be with you guys!

[jedimandalorian]

The Path to Peridea.

Baylan Skoll says that Peridea is from a fairy tale known to Jedi younglings, a children’s story, but in reality Baylan says this to remind us that Star Wars is exactly just that, a fairy tale, a children’s story.

What does “Peridea” mean?

peri: (in Persian mythology) a mythical superhuman being, originally represented as evil but subsequently as a good or graceful genie or fairy.

ASTRONOMY

peri: denoting the point nearest to a specified celestial body.

from Greek peri ‘about, around’.

dea: Latin for “goddess”

The descent into the underworld is one stage of the hero’s and the heroine’s journey.

As @better-call-mau1 pointed out, the Path to Peridea sounds a lot like the “path to perdition.”

perdition: (in Christian theology) a state of eternal punishment and damnation into which a sinful and unpenitent person passes after death.

Perhaps this is where Thrawn is, in a kind of hell.

But as in the myth of Orpheus and Eurydice, a brave lover is willing to descend into Hades to rescue the beloved. This is Sabine Wren’s mission to find Ezra Bridger.

There’s another meaning to “Peridea” though.

It is a genus of moths from the family Notodontidae.

The moth in The Lord of the Rings films brought Gandalf the Grey hope when he was imprisoned in the Tower of Orthanc. When the moth appeared, it was a sign that Gandalf would soon be rescued by the giant eagles, which are used as symbols of divine intervention in Tolkien’s fiction.

Please note that the letters on the star-map to Peridea resemble the Viking runes Tolkien used in The Hobbit. Both The Hobbit and The Lord of the Rings are stories of a hero’s journey filled with danger and wonder. The brave protagonists have to go “there and back again” just as Sabine will in the Ahsoka series.

I think that Baylan Skoll reminding us that Star Wars is a children’s story is significant. Consider this quote from Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows by J. K. Rowling.

“Of house-elves and children’s tales, of love, loyalty, and innocence, Voldemort knows and understands nothing. Nothing. That they all have a power beyond his own, a power beyond the reach of any magic, is a truth he has never grasped.”

In all the great fairy tales, the love and loyalty of the protagonist is the key to the triumph of good over evil.

Although she isn’t strong in the Force, Sabine Wren’s love for and loyalty to Ezra Bridger will strengthen her resolve on her road of trials along the Path to Peridea. With Ahsoka the Grey by her side, Sabine is ready to leave the comfort of Lothal (her Shire) and go to Peridea to save the man she loves.

Update, post Ahsoka Episode 6:

Here’s Huyang reminding us that this is indeed a fairy tale, a children’s story.

And here’s Thrawn, showing us how the villain “knows and understands nothing.”

“You wouldn't understand,” says Sabine.

“Perhaps not,” Thrawn responds.

What he doesn’t understand is love. The love and devotion that Sabine and Ezra have for each other is the power the dark lord knows not, and it will be his undoing.

I have spoken.

[readinglistfics]

i wanna sit on his lap 😫

gif by @frc-ambaradan

thrawn x f!reader smut

thrawn’s working, and you just wanna ride him a little

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thrawn tries to not pay you any mind as he listens to morgan elsbeth’s reports once more, but it’s hard to focus when you keep squirming and whining on his lap. and you’ve been at it for a few minutes now, voice growing louder when you feel thrawn’s clothed cock, hard and pulsing, against your ass.

you turn back, and he doesn’t even spare you a glance, “thrawn, you’re so big,” you whine, trying desperately to rub your wetness against him, “can i take it out? please…please,” you quickly glance at the wet stain you made on his crotch, “i just want the tip. please, will you let me? thrawn?”

the look he gives you is almost teasing, giving you a small smirk as he raises an eyebrow, “if you must.”

you groan loudly as you hurriedly take him out of his uniform, the bulbous head almost swollen and dripping with precum. despite thrawn’s obvious arousal, he barely acknowledges it, eyes still focusing on the holo where he now reads some report.

you turn back to rub your ass against thrawn’s bare cock, moaning when you feel his pre smearing your cheeks. you tilt your ass higher, moaning in relief when you feel the head of his cock bump against your clit, and lower..lower…until you notch yourself on his cock.

thrawn sucks in a sharp inhale when he feels the tip of his cock inside your wet heat, but says nothing.

you, on the other hand, grip the edge of his desk as you try to keep yourself from collapsing. “oh god,” your eyes roll to the back of your head, legs shaking in pleasure as you slowly move, forward…backward…fucking yourself on the tip of his cock. you can barely take him, even with just the tip.

he hums, now watching in mild amusement (and growing pleasure) as you desperately hump his thick mushroom head, your asscheeks bouncing in time with your moans. you’re close, he can feel it, as you squeeze around him involuntarily, your whining growing louder, the juices of your cunt now streaming down the length of his cock and drenching his balls. and thrawn could cum just like this. he could just let you fuck yourself into orgasm. but you know better.

your ears are ringing so much as you work yourself to orgasm, not even noticing that thrawn has turned off the holo, nor did you feel his arm wrapping against your middle. you only starting to notice it when—

“ah!”

thrawn pulls you close to him, arm around you as he pulls you down his cock so that he’s balls deep in your cunt. your squeal was followed by a grunt from him, rasping against your ear as he humps you once, twice, and—

“fuck, thrawn, i’m cumming!”

and you go boneless against him as you cum, limbs shaking as you jerk against him, drenching his cock in your juices.

thrawn’s lips curls slightly as he guides your hips to pull your cunt away from his cock, only to pull you back in until he’s all the way in. he makes sure he’s all snug inside as he feels his balls tightening.

“i’m gonna cum,” he whispers, and thrawn quietly groans as he empties his cum inside you.

barely half-conscious, you turn to watch him, a shadow of a smile on his face as he rides his orgasm. “fuck,” you exclaim, feeling his cum shoot from the tip of his cock to flood your walls, some already leaking out and dripping down to his balls and to the carpeted floor, “fuck you came a lot.”

he opens his eyes to look at you, eyes red and blown with lust, “i have more.”

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this is how i sleep at night after flicking it to thrawn (ive become a full blown degenerate who would 100% fuck the old man)

[al-astakbar]

I’ve seen some ppl speculating that Thrawn may have been pretty seriously injured from the Purrgil incident at the end of Rebels.

So now I’m imagining that he’s been doing years and years of recovery and physical therapy. and so when we finally see him again walking down the ranks of night troopers, this is actually the first time since he was injured that he’s been able to walk that far again on his own and they’re all chanting his name because they’re happy for him 💙 I know it doesn’t make sense but please let me have this

[starplusfourletters]

Dark Force Rising rant incoming

So I’m open to the possibility that I am Enjoying the Media Incorrectly buuuuuuuuuuuuut Dark Force Rising is a comedy, right? Like, approaching a farce? If I were in charge of turning this into a movie my first step would be to get Chuck Jones on the line. But in that way I think it captures the OT energy perfectly because, like, the OT is very campy. I’d low-key started to forget that. Hey Disney I just remembered this is supposed to be fun

Come to Dark Force Rises we have:

Mara “No Really I’m Still Going to Kill Luke Skywalker” Jade. Mara “Imperial Policymaker” Jade. Mara “But I Thought I Was the Emperor’s Special-est Killing Machine” Jade. Mara “The Problem With the Modern Empire Is No One Trusts Each Other Anymore :’(” Jade. Mara “Exotic Dancer???” Jade. Mara “Has a Backdoor Access Code to All Imperial Star Destroyers and Is Somehow Still Bitter About Losing Her Position” Jade. She is nothing like what I expected and I love her

Luke “Lesbian Energy” Skywalker [Stand aside, Multiday Character Bonding Hiking Trip – Multiday Character Bonding Road Trip (in what I’m picturing as a Toyota Corolla) is coming]

Leia “What to Expect When You’re Expecting Everyone Else to Get on Your Motherfucking Level” Organa Solo

Han “The Clever One” Solo

Wedge “Fundamentally Just Some Guy” Antilles

Lando “Please Let This Be a Normal Field Trip” Calrissian

Taron “Work Friend Accidentally Becomes Real Friend” Karrde. Unfortunately he’s the only killable protag currently on the field soooooo

And then we have Thrawn. Poor sweet Thrawn. My guy. He’s playing 3D chess and everyone else – they’re not just eating the pieces, they’re losing the pieces entirely on accident. He’s always two steps ahead, but the protags have wandered off the trail because they saw something shiny. He sees the other characters start acting more and more erratic and he’s like “at last! My adversaries have developed a more intricate strategy!” and goes veering off in a different direction, and then smash cut to the protags being like “…wait he literally had us that time where did he go?” He’s flying circles around a New Republic plot that straight up doesn’t exist. He manages to capture the Falcon but ends up handing it to Luke as a gift-wrapped getaway car because of shenanigans he simply had no way to predict. He just wants an int-build playmate and every other character min/maxed charisma. He’s rapidly becoming my scrunkly meow meow

[lagebu]

I’m really having a complex feeling about Pellaeon appearing in Tales of the Empire.

Seeing my man Pellaeon on the screen again makes me so happy while at the same time I’m so angry that Filoni is ignoring the whole new canon Thrawn novels AGAIN. Thrawn shouldn’t have met Pellaeon yet since he’s still an admiral and it should be Eli who’s with him at this point.

Like it’s always nice to see more Pellaeon my beloved but Dave Filoni please READ THE BOOKS and stop messing up the timeline or even worse portending everything in the new books especially Eli Vanto doesn’t exist.

(If reading the books is too hard for you Dave at least consult Zahn before writing anything about Thrawn OK???)

[willelbyers]

ahsoka premiere thoughts i’m gonna write down so they can either age really well or really badly

ezra and sabine sibling relationship CONFIRMED thank god.

sabine not being force sensitive but still being ahsoka’s padawan and huyang roasting her about it is genuinely hilarious and i love it

if ezra doesn’t comment on sabine taking over and changing all his stuff (his lightsaber, his clothes, the lothcat, his HOUSE lmao) i’m suing dave filoni. imagine the chaos dave. the humor. please

we need more chopper genocidal rage. for the girlies

i want more insight on ahsoka’s thought process on training students! we saw her with grogu and we kind of know what happened with sabine and we know her anakin trauma but we don’t know what she’s actually doing

i got weirdly intimate vibes from morgan and thrawn. i will not elaborate bc i don’t want to think about it

“through space and time” makes me think we’re getting more world between worlds and i’m here for it. as long as we acknowledge that at that point in canon only one person has been able to access it alone (ezra) and only two people have been inside it (ezra and ahsoka. and also palpatine’s hand i guess) i am happy

seriously guys the world between worlds is INSANE if you think about it like. ezra and ahsoka are the only two people who have ever actually set foot in it. ezra is the only person to activate the gate. even palpatine couldn’t do it, he tried to get ezra to do it for him. god

i love space whales. please come back

[themummersfolly]

Nonverbal Art

alt. title: Art Nerd's Origin Story

Anyone else ever wonder why Thrawn's interest in art focuses so heavily on sussing out the backstory of the artist? Yeah.

I have no idea how pediatric therapy works in real life.

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Vurawn doesn’t need a doctor to tell him he’s different.

There’s the whole talking thing, for example. Vurawn doesn’t remember learning to talk, even though he remembers Vurika and Mom says he didn’t start talking until after that. A lot of people still think he can’t talk, apparently, because he doesn’t do it very often. He’s not sure what the point is. He understands just fine, and besides, half the time when he does talk people get mad or start acting funny.

A lot of grownups think that not talking means he doesn’t hear either; even Mom and Dad forget sometimes. He overhears them talking about him. For a long time Mom thought he was stupid. It seemed to make her happy, for some reason. He doesn’t feel stupid; but then, he’s not sure if stupid and smart are things you can feel like. Vurika was smart, and they took her away and Mom was sad. Maybe if he’s stupid, he’ll get to stay and make Mom happy.

The army man said he was smart, when he gave everybody that test-thingy at school. But then he got into a fight with Teni the next day and afterward everybody said he was stupid. At least until the teacher made them stop.

No, he doesn’t need a doctor to tell him he’s weird, but here he is anyway.

He kicks his feet back and forth under the chair while he waits and thinks about the marker set Dad said he’ll get if he’s good for the doctor. He hopes there’s lots of orange markers. Orange is his favorite color right now. At school, there are fourteen different kinds of orange marker in the marker bin; he knows because he counted. First he lined them all up in order, then he put them in groups of markers from the same set and lined those up in order. Or he tried to, before the teacher yelled at him for hogging the orange markers.

He hopes he can be good enough to get the markers. Even when he tries to be good, he always does something wrong without meaning to.

“Kivu’raw’nuru?”

That’s his name. He hops out of his seat and follows Mom into the back office.

He likes going to this doctor, honestly. She never gives him shots or gets mad when he does the thing with his hands to feel better. There are toys, and neat pictures to look at, and lots and lots of markers.

He wanders around the room, looking at the toys while Mom talks to the doctor.

“-test scores are high, but the teacher says he’s behind in his social development. He rarely talks, he never looks me in the eyes-”

Dad thinks Mom wants there to be something wrong with him, at least he said so last night. Vurawn doesn’t know why everyone wants him to look at their eyes; it makes him as uncomfortable as when he has to not fidget.

The grownups finish talking and the doctor comes over to where he is.

“Good morning, Vurawn.”

It takes him a moment, but he remembers there’s something he’s supposed to do when people greet him.

“Hi.”

The doctor asks him questions; he’s supposed to answer with his big kid words, and he does. The doctor is happy, he’s doing it right. Maybe he will get that marker set.

“Vurawn, I’d like you to draw your family for me. Will you do that now, please?”

He’s not sure why she needs him to do that, but then he’s not sure why she asked all those questions, either. He does like to color, though.

It doesn’t take him long to draw everyone who’s important to him. When he’s done, the doctor sits down next to him.

“Tell me about your picture. Who’s that?” She points at the picture that is pretty obviously Mom. One by one, she points to each figure he drew and asks about it. Mom. Dad. Himself. The neighbor’s tooka. Vurika. He doesn’t know why she wants him to talk about them; most of the time when he talks about things he likes, people act like he’s doing something wrong and he doesn't know why. But the doctor lets him talk, so he does. It feels good to talk about things he likes.

When he’s told her all about his drawing, she picks it up and takes it over to Mom. He listens to them talk, and with no one to tell him not to, dumps out the markers and begins sorting them.

“-normal cognitive development for a child his age. But I think part of the issue is he misses his sister.”

That gets Vurawn’s attention. He’s not supposed to talk about Vurika; whenever he does, Mom gets sad and all the other grownups tell him he should be happy she gets to serve the Ascendancy. The doctor keeps talking.

“You see how much detail he put into her portrait; he clearly still remembers her, and remembers her well. Even as young as he was, her removal had a profound effect on him. That might be why he’s having difficulty adjusting socially.”

She can tell all that from his drawing?

“And here- this is your neighbor’s pet. She turns up in a number of drawings he’s done for me, so she’s clearly an important figure in his life. He may benefit from a therapy animal. If you can’t have one where you live, there are programs you can sign him up for-”

Every time he talks about Flower the Tooka, people look at him like he’s crazy! But the doctor had looked at his picture and understood immediately. Is that the secret? Can he really get people to understand him by drawing pictures for them?

And if it works that way, maybe it works the other way around, too. Maybe if he looks at pictures other people draw, they’ll seem less weird. Maybe the world makes sense if you draw it.

It’s like he’s spent his whole life in a dark, scary hallway, and suddenly, someone in a room nearby turns on a light. He decides to move toward it.

“Mom, I’d like you to draw a picture for me. Will you do that for me now, please?”

He’s been good all day, not just at the doctor. When Dad comes home, he has the marker set in hand, and the first thing Vurawn does is take it over to Mom.

She looks surprised, and he’s not sure she’ll go along with it. But then she takes the markers and flimsi and starts drawing. To keep himself busy, Vurawn picks up the pieces of the gadget she was working on and starts arranging them in order. They’re all very different, and it’s hard to figure out what order they should go in. Vurawn likes puzzles like this.

He’s just figured out where the big shiny piece should go when Mom slaps a marker down hard, puts her face into her hands, and starts shaking. Vurawn jumps. At first he thinks she’s mad at him for playing with her project. Then he sees that she’s crying.

“I’m sorry, Vurawn- it’s ok. I just can’t. You’re ok.” She doesn’t look up from her hands. Vurawn stands on his chair to look across the table at what she’s drawn.

It’s a grownup kind of drawing, much more complicated than his sensible stick figures. The face that stares out from the page is that of a little girl, about his age. It’s unfinished; Mom put the marker down before she colored it in.

“I’m sorry I got upset, Vurawn, I don’t know why I did that.” Mom wipes her eyes. Vurawn is still looking at the picture.

“It’s cause you miss Vurika.”

Mom freezes. He’s not sure if that means she understands, so he tries again.

“You’re sad cause Vurika had to go away. You’re scared that I might have to go away, too. But if I’m stupid, I get to stay with you, cause stupid people don’t have to serve the Ascen’a’cy.” He frowns at the tabletop, choosing his next words. “I can be stupid for you, Mom.”

He expects her to be happy at the offer, but instead she starts crying even harder. Vurawn feels the panic start to well up in his chest. He’s done something wrong again. Mom is upset, and Dad will be mad, and he doesn’t know how to fix it because he doesn’t even know what he did wrong-

Mom leans over and scoops him up in a hug.

“You’re not stupid, you’re a brilliant, brilliant little boy. I love you so much!” Her tears are getting his shirt wet, and now they’re both crying. “Don’t ever let anyone tell you you’re stupid! I just- I just want what’s best for you, even if you have to go away. My brilliant little boy!” She takes his face in her hands and makes him look at her. ��If they chose you- I need you to remember. I love you so much, I’m so proud of you, and I don’t want you to ever look back.”

Vurawn doesn’t understand, but he nods his head because Mom needs him to. Then he leans into her shoulder and cries.

[thrawns-babygirl]

Sensations (Thrawn x F!Reader)

Okay ya'll the moment I saw Morgan Elsbeth in Ahsoka and she said she was a witch of Dathomir my brain immediately was like "Alright crazy hot magical witch sex with Thrawn" and then I had to write something for it. This has no spoilers for Ahsoka in it obviously lol, its pure filth. So please, enjoy :)

Reader is a Nightsister of Dathomir, just ignore why a nightsister is on the ISD Chimaera and enjoy the smut. Okay? Okay.

Ratings: E (18+)

Warnings: Oral (F!Receiving), Magicks, Edging, Sub!Thrawn (Kinda?), Unprotected PiV, Creampie,

Word count: 2100+

Masterlist

He wasn’t entirely sure where it all began. The lingering touches, the heated eye contact that would last far longer than either of you could consider professional. All that Grand Admiral Thrawn does know is that he is very happy with where it all ended.

You’re seated on the end of the bed as he walks into his quarters, a breach of protocol for sure, but he’s never been too fussed with strict imperial procedure. You have a regal air about you, seated naked on the soft sheets, thin whisps of green energy slithering around your fingers as you lock eyes with him, a challenge, an invitation. One that he is all too eager to accept.

The crisp, white uniform is quickly shed, folded, and placed neatly on his desk until he too is naked, his cock already half hard with the knowledge of what’s to come. His eyes track your form as you stand and stalk over to him, your poise is captivating, your footsteps silent as you gracefully glide across the dimly lit room towards him.

“You worked longer today Grand Admiral” you purr in that exotically alluring Dathomirian accent as you run your hands along the broad muscles of his shoulders, the energy from your fingertips dispersing into his skin. Thrawn barely supresses a shudder as he feels the lightning from your touch. He’s not sure if the sensation is from the mysticism of your art or if that is simply the effect your touch has on him at this point. As if you have his body so finely tuned that a single brush of your fingertip is enough to make his heart race and his knees weak.

“Were you perhaps concerned I had forgotten about our rendezvous?” you chuckle in response and this time Thrawn doesn’t manage to supress his body’s physical reaction to your presence. You lean up to whisper in his ear “Never Grand Admiral… you and I both know you crave this…” and despite his carefully constructed façade of power and control, he cannot help but concede your point. He is addicted to this, addicted to you.

Once again, he’s not sure if this is a result of the supernatural power you wield, if you are slowly warping his mind to thirst for you or if this is simply the effect of his baser animalistic desires he’s always tried to supress and control. But the moment he feels your soft lips kiss along his neck and jaw, he does not care, he simply closes his eyes and allows the magicks of your touch to consume him.

“Tonight, I would like to show you something” your melodic voice pulls him out of his thoughts as he opens his eyes. The first thing he notices is the green haze surrounding the both of you as you stand naked together in his room. He simply nods as you lead him over to the bed, well aware that whatever you wish to show him is beyond his understanding and will make itself abundantly clear very soon.

He lays down on the bed, his cock having grown harder since you began your teasing touches along his body now rests against his abdomen, a small bead of precum smears along his abs as it twitches in anticipation. You give him a sickly-sweet smile, the kind you only give him when you’re about to take him to new peaks of pleasure he didn’t even know his body could experience and it makes his length throb.

“I want you to close your eyes for me Grand Admiral, close your eyes and open your mind” you only ever refer to him by his rank. Part of him wonders if it is out of respect or if it’s a reminder of the power you hold over a man of his station, either way, he closes his eyes as he feels pinpricks of energy make their way over his body.

He feels his body grow sensitive, his nerve endings alight with new sensations. He wants to open his eyes, he wants to watch as you work your magicks over him, but he resists the urge and allows the new feelings to wash over him.

“You may open your eyes now Grand Admiral… How do you feel?” you cock your head to the side as you ask, a gesture that could almost be considered innocent if he didn’t know that you were anything but.

“I feel relatively unchanged” it’s not a lie, but it’s not the entire truth. He feels an odd sensation simmering in his pelvis mingling with his own arousal, his nipples are hard and feel more sensitive than normal, but nothing vastly out of the ordinary.

The melodic sound of your laughter makes his arousal twitch again.

You stand above him and run a finger up the length of your body towards your breast and Thrawn swears he can feel the ghost of your touch on his own body. You tweak your own nipple and he gasps, the sensation spreading throughout his nerves and sending a jolt of pleasure down to his pulsing cock.

Your laughter once again rings throughout the room at the sight of his reaction and you gracefully move onto the bed, sitting just next to his head, running your fingers through his hair. “Are you prepared for a lesson in perspective Grand Admiral? Are you prepared to learn how effectual of a lover you are?”

Thrawn knows that no matter his answer, he is about to find out.

You lean down and kiss along his jaw and neck again, giving soft nips and bites to the skin as your fingers run along his abdominal muscles, your nails dragging along the hard flesh causing goosebumps to prickle along his skin.

“What to show you first… perhaps your fingers… your cock…? No, I believe I wish you to experience your silver tongue first” you muse, more to yourself than him as Thrawn attempts to quell the rising wave of desire in his body.

Thrawn as had many encounters, with many men, women and everything that lays between or outside the binary. But for the first time, he considers that he may in fact, be out of his depth as you move over him, your plush thighs caging his face as your soaked folds hover just above his face. As his red eyes gaze up at your arousal, he’s determined to see this through, the grand admiral is nothing if not capable of adapting after all.

You lower yourself down onto his waiting mouth, his tongue lathing over your clit and he feels it, the white hot pleasure that causes him to groan into your cunt, his hands reach up to grip your thighs, his fingers digging into the flesh hard enough to leave bruises.

Its nothing like he’s ever experienced. He knows, physiologically speaking of course, that females tend to have more nerve endings down there, but he never expected anything to feel quite so euphoric as your magicks transmit the sensation of your pleasure to him. He eats you like a man starved, his lips and tongue working with a fervour even he didn’t know he was capable of as his untouched cock strains and twitches with the foreign feeling.

He’s moaning, groaning, he’s never usually this vocal, but each moan sends vibrations through your body to your core and in turn, sends those same feelings straight to his length. He feels the coil tighten, the molten hot pleasure in your belly about to burst and he knows that he will fall along with you, that if the band snaps and you climax, he won’t be able to withstand the sensations that will go along with it.

He doesn’t stop however, the desire to finish you and potentially himself is too strong. He stops breathing as his mouth and tongue bring you over the edge, he feels the wave as it crashes over you and him, he feels himself reach the peak along with you and lets out a sinfully loud moan that he would almost be embarrassed about if it didn’t feel so euphoric.

But just as he’s sure that he is about to spill ropes of his seed all over his belly, he feels a pressure at the base of his cock. He looks up at you from between your legs as you sit on his face as if you were some ancient queen and he was your throne, your hair mussed, your body slick with sweat and another one of those smiles gracing your mouth as you stare back down at him.

He knows he looks desperate. He knows that if his lips weren’t still occupied with your folds that he would be demanding, begging you to let him cum, to relieve the pressure and grant him release.

It’s never that simple with you though, is it?

You climb off his face, your legs shaking only slightly as you move around the bed, settling yourself down on his thighs. Thrawn feels the residual effects of your orgasm wash over him, the lingering pleasure subsiding as you stare down at him, your eyes fixed on his throbbing erection, the copious amounts of precum that he’s been leaking all over himself since the moment you sat on his face.

He wants to say something, anything, to attempt to regain some control, but he knows the moment he opens his mouth he’ll dissolve into a mess of begging and grovelling. He remains silent as he watches you, licking his lips to taste the last remainder of your release, feeling a pulse of arousal flow through him from your shared connection as he does.

“How do you feel now Grand Admiral?” your voice is steady; he wonders how anyone can remain so composed after feeling that amount of pleasure.

“I am now feeling relatively… affected” his voice is shaky, husky, a ghost of the commanding tenor he usually employs. You take him in your hand, your touch on his cock causing the both of you to let out a satisfied moan that mingles in the cold air of his quarters.

You position yourself above him, the blunt head of his length nudging your entrance and his mouth goes dry. Despite having been penetrated in the past he knows that this is going to be a vastly different experience. He’s proven correct when you sink down onto him, the both of you crying out in pleasure as you slowly lower yourself onto him.

It’s pleasure beyond anything he has ever experienced. The feeling of your warm, wet walls surrounding him, combined with the phantom feeling of being so full would be enough to send him over the edge into oblivion if it weren’t for that intangible pressure at the base of his cock stifling his release.

It’s when you begin moving that he feels as if he is about to white out from pleasure. The sound of skin on skin and your combined moans fills the room as you ride him. Thrawn can do nothing but grasp the sheets as your body moves up and down on top of him, as he feels the pressure begin to build from your connection again. He grits his teeth, letting out an almost animalistic growl as he feels your muscles tighten around him, his hips moving on their own accord pounding into you in sync with your own movements as you cry out his name.

Not his title, his name.

The phantom pressure releases from the base of his cock and he cums. Moaning and groaning as he experiences the most powerful orgasm of his life, shooting rope after rope of hot cum into your cunt, filling it so completely that it spills out of you, down his shaft, running over his balls and spills onto his sheets.

He must have blacked out for a second because when he opens his eyes you are already standing up on unstable legs, his seed running down your thighs and the whispy sensations appear to have left him.

Sitting up in bed, he fights a bout of dizziness as he looks over towards you, his breathing still ragged as he takes in your form, moving around his quarters as if you command his ship and not him.

“How do you feel Grand Admiral?” your voice is softer now tinged with a small amount of concern as your gaze travels over him, inspecting him.

“Satisfied” is all he says as you walk back over towards the bed and snuggle next to him, your head resting in the crook of his neck.

Yes the Grand Admiral is still not certain about how this engagement began, but he is very happy with how it ended.

@ele-millennial-weirdo @thrawnspetgoose @69fandom-fanatic69 @al-astakbar @blackmonitor @vibratingbonesbis @khapikat222 @novemberblueskyink

[ceapa-mica]

Family Life: Teenage Years 💎 - a Thrawn headcanon

I promised you one last Family Life headcanon, and here it is! 🥹 Wow I'm actually emotional sharing the final piece of my Family Life collection with you guys.

Enjoy!

This one is SFW

Reader's gender is not mentioned.

Taglist: @bingbongooo @dance-like-russia-isnt-watching @ele-millennial-weirdo @enaelyork @jesslove23 @thrawnalani @thrawnsboots @twincesskorisoka @davesrightshoe @shoe-bag @blackddarling @obbicrystaleo

You are finally back in your Galaxy. Your marriage is going well and your daughter is reaching a new stage in her life. You and Thrawn thought you were prepared for when your daughter hits puberty, but oh boy were you wrong.

Once puberty hits your daughter, you realize even Chiss hybrids can get acne. Safe to say she's not amused and starts putting on makeup.

Your daughter has a vast knowledge for her age, that includes female anatomy as well. She doesn’t panic when she gets her first period. She has to get used to the cramps though. You and Thrawn make sure she's as comfortable as possible.

Thrawn is surprised at your daughter’s mood swings. Chiss are not big in showing their emotions. That's where her human side is clearly dominant. Her mood swings actually lead to occasional arguments between her and her father.

She grows into a beautiful young woman. She's tall for her age and you reminisce about the days she fit into your arms. You can't believe how quickly time has passed. You enjoy watching holovids of her early childhood days.

Since you're not able to send your daughter to a renowned school of the New Republic for obvious reasons, she continues her holonet classes and has no trouble catching up. You and Thrawn did a good job teaching her during your exile.

Your daughter’s love for collecting fossils remains. She plans on studying paleontology when she's old enough.

She experiments with her clothing and makeup a lot. For a period of time she wears revealing clothing to test the boundaries. Oh and Thrawn does set boundaries! He's displeased seeing his daughter dress like that. More arguments ensue when he sends back revealing clothing she ordered. She settles for a look that pronounces her body shape without being too revealing.

During one of her mood swings she tells Thrawn she wishes he would not be a Grand Admiral so she could dress the way she likes.

These two argue quite a lot during her puberty. You figure it's because on one hand she shares certain personality traits with her father, on the other she is more like a human teenager, and Thrawn doesn't understand why human teenagers act the way they do.

During exile she has never been around boys her age. Through her holonet classes she develops a crush on one of her classmates. She tries to keep it a secret, but you catch her holocalling him more than once.

Thrawn is busy being a Grand Admiral, so he doesn’t know the actual reason for the good mood his daughter is in lately. You sit down on the sofa together after a long day once your daughter is asleep. Thrawn is surprised at the news at first, then his look turns calculating, like it always does when dealing with a new adversary. He's not pleased. His little girl having a crush? On a boy? His protective instincts kick in, but you tell him not to be too strict and that a first love is just part of growing up.

Thrawn is his usual straightforward self when he talks to your daughter about it. It's also a bit of an awkward conversation for him to have, so you help him out. She only meets her crush through holocalls, but still, you remind her of the importance of safe sex and that taking nudes are a no-no. Your daughter blushes when you mention it. Thrawn changes the topic and asks her a lot of questions about her crush. He wants to know who he's dealing with.

At one point our daughter adds blue highlights to her hair. The hairdye compliments the blue hue of her skin. Thrawn thinks her hair looks like art - he loves it.

She officially gets her speeder and spaceship licenses on a backwater planet close to Wild Space you're briefly visiting. You and Thrawn buy her a small starfighter for her sweet 16th.

With that she visits planets you have designated as safe. That's where she meets her crush for the first time in person. They eventually become a couple, much to Thrawn's dismay.

You and your husband are worried about her space traveling. She's a rare Chiss-Human hybrid. You are worried slavers out for rare species might cross her path. She knows how to fight, but a gang of slavers would be too much for her to take on alone.

Fortunately that never happens. She explores the safe planets with ever so curious eyes. She also attends paleontology missions. Thrawn actually pays a lot of credits so she may attend. He is proud of his daughter and the way she sees beauty in those fossils. It reminds him of his own passion for art.

Thrawn is glad she chose not to serve the Imperial remnants. While his duty is to the Empire and the Ascendency, he's happy to see his daughter choosing a different path in life.

If anything saddens him, it's that she has never in her life been able to visit the Chiss Ascendency. She still loves the stories of their people after all those years.

When her first heartbreak happens, Thrawn is ready to get this boy thrown into a cell. Your daughter has to beg him not to confront this boy and to stay out of her love life.

She applies to several colleges to study paleontology. She puts so much effort into her work, she's really passionate about it.

The day she's leaving for university is very emotional. You can't believe she's old enough now to leave the nest. You know Thrawn is emotional about it too, he just doesn’t show it. All he shows is pride. The goodbye hug makes you cry, and you see a glimpse of raw emotion in Thrawn's eyes when he hugs her one last time before she climbs into her starfighter.

When the starfighter leaves the hangar, Thrawn puts an arm around your waist. You watch together as your little girl’s ship gets smaller and smaller in the distance and eventually disappears with a jump into hyperspace.

You did it. You raised a beautiful young woman with the strength and confidence only a Chiss can have. You gave her all your love unconditionally through the ups and downs of your family life. Even though you no longer live together, she's close to you in your hearts.

Where there used to be the sound of a child’s laugh, or loud music coming from the bedroom, there is now a strange silence that has taken its place - a silence you and your husband both have to get used to.

That's it, that was my Family Life series. I hope you enjoyed it!

Dw I will continue to write Thrawn headcanons in the future, I'm not going anywhere. 💙

[vibratingskull]

₊ ˙ ⊹ .Thrawn x F!reader x Thurfian₊ ˙ ⊹ .

Tags : Threesome, double-penetration, breeding kink, sandwich, mating press, P in V, anal, creampies, mind break, Thrawn loses it entirely while Thurfian laughs internally, self indulgent

You're enjoying your evening with your husband and your lover but can you take what they have in store for you?

It's a convo I had with a friend 2 months ago on the tumblr chat, I was bored at work and wrote that story for three days non-stop because it was haunting me! Never doubt my obsession for these two! enjoy!

Thurfian caresses your cheek as he tenderly presses his lips to yours, weighing on you, forcing you to lay on Thrawn’s larger body under you. He keeps kissing you when his hand traces your slit, making you jolt and contract your muscles again, earning a moan from Thrawn that gently ruts inside of you. 

"Do not come, Merit Adoptive. Your cock is not the focus of our efforts, it is solely there for her. Control yourself." 

You cannot be sure but you think you heard the tiniest, most quiet whine from Thrawn. 

Thurfian keeps trailing your slit up and down, gathering your slick on his hand before massaging his hard shaft with it, mixing it with his abundant pre-cum. 

He then repositions himself comfortably on the mattress and aligns his cock with your quivering entrance, pressing the leaking tip against your raw hole. 

"Are you ready, visaot?” He whispers like a chant. 

He pushes forward and enters your tight pussy and you feel immediately ready to bust into tears. 

Too much 

This is too much 

You can't 

How could you even... 

"Shhhh, shhhh... I know, Princess, I know..." Thurfian soothes, keeping on pushing, " It is a lot to ask your pretty human body, I know. It is not meant to fit a Chiss cock, let alone two." He takes your cheeks in his hands but doesn’t stop, "I know it is such a struggle to allow us both to enter your ravishing body. But you always manage. You always make it fit." He stops his words to let out a bestial groan, "Fucking... Hell, you are so tight! You strangle me sweet thing." 

He curses in Cheuhn, words that you don’t know, but you can see all his powerful muscles contracting repeatedly under his blue skin. Your mouth hangs open, trying desperately to force air down your lungs under the sheer pressure your body is subjected to. 

You are so full and literally split in two.  

Thurfian finally finishes pushing his girth inside, letting it weigh inside your fluffy inner muscles. 

"Fucking hell..." He curses lowly before raising his gaze back to look at you, "It is all right, sweet thing, all is inside. You managed, once again. You are so good for me, ch'eo visaot." He takes back his breath before letting a little chuckle escape him "Mmmmmmh, the bulge is consequent. I love to see it... Feeling your little human body struggles to take me whole until it works. Your body was made for my cock, it was made for your Patriarch to fuck you as it pleases him... Delicious.” He purrs, caressing the sinful bulge of your lower tummy with his warm hand delicately, "Relax, sweet thing, relax... Do not whine like that, give your body some time to adjust. It is okay, we know it is always difficult for you." He licks your face from your jaw to your temple with a growl, "But you always succeed in taking us both, together. It is proof you were born for it. You are the cutest little thing, born to let Chiss men use your body... Don’t you like that idea, Princess? Don’t you love the thought of spending your life to be a pretty little thing and letting us use your delectable human body? Nothing to think about, nothing to worry about, just letting yourself be fucked stupid and receiving our loads deep inside of you?" He hisses in your ear, "I feel your tight cunt contracting at my words, Princess, you cannot lie to me." You can hear the smile in his voice despite your closed eyes. 

He dramatically pushes all his hair behind his back, with a satisfied expression. 

"And what do you think, fucktoy? Mmmh? Don’t you like that idea? Coming home to Csilla with a cute dripping human cunt waiting eagerly for you?" He asks regally. 

Thrawn hisses in response, greeting his teeth as your warm body is constricting his big, big cock. 

"Tsssssss. He is too far gone. I cant reach him in that state. But maybe you can? Come on, use your words and ask him." Thurfian grins sadistically 

"Ah! Won- Won't you li-AH-like this... Thrawn?" You stutter between his hips thrusts. 

"Fucktoy." Thurfian corrects darkly. 

You wince 

"Fu-Fucktoy?" 

You hear Thrawn deep growl emanating from his chest, his breath short and shallow as he loses himself in the sensations your body offers him. 

"Ye-Yes!" He finally lets out, almost whining, panting heavily "I would... LOVE that, (Y/n), sweet thing, ch'eo-" 

Thurfian slaps the back of his head with his brows frowned. 

"Do not address her so informally. She is Princess or Lady (Y/n) to you." 

Thrawn gasps, as Thurfian’s rut makes you bounce on his cock endlessly. 

"Ah-ah...! Yes, Lady (Y/n)...! I would love to come home to your cunt dri-ah-dripping for me." His sentence ends in a long groan. 

Thurfian squints, looking at the both of you in silence. 

"Can I cum?" Thrawn asks, at the end of his rope, squeezing you in his arms. 

"You would love that, don’t you?" Thurfian asks, "Cumming deep inside of her, painting her guts white with your seed, claiming her like the baseless animal that you are..." 

"Yes, yes, yes...!" Thrawn pants heavily  

"Well you cannot!" 

Thrawn instantly digs his nails deep in your flesh like claws just grow out of his fingers and throws his head violently backward against the numerous pillows of the very large bed. You can hear him breathe deeply, fighting his deepest instincts to obey his Patriarch. 

But it is... 

Difficult 

"Come on, Merit Adoptive. You are renown for your legendary self-control and discipline but a human butt pushes you into such a corner? Is she that good?" Thufian tilts his head mockingly. 

Thrawn keeps his mouth closed but the roar of rage and frustration rising in his throat and chest is unmistakable. You hear him breathe through his nose as his fingers dig in your hips. 

Thurfian lowers himself to your ear. 

"I know you are, Princess. You make me lose all decency and reason with that sweet, sweet cunt of yours…” and he fondly kisses your cheek, "Her tight little ass must be stimulated enough. You can stop altogether, fucktoy." Thurfian declares, disinterested in Thrawn's despair. 

"Hung... Patriarch..." Thrawn huffs, at the very limit of his patience and will power. 

Thurfian only raises an eyebrow at him, unimpressed. 

"What, fucktoy? What power do you think you hold between these walls? You are here to serve and please us. Your body’s only quality is to be used. Plus, a woman needs way more than that to cum... Look at her, she is nowhere near orgasm and you are already at the end of your rope? She needs my expert touch to cum, don’t you sweet thing? You have enough of him playing with your rear, right? You need your cute pussy and clit to enter the game yeah? Yes, I know sweet thing, I discipline this unruly beast and will focus exclusively on you." He pecks your lips tenderly holding your chin dripping with your drool before focusing on Thrawn. 

"Patriarch" Thrawn growls, "You promised me." 

"I know what I promised you, Merit Adoptive. But if you want your prize, you better honor your end of the bargain. I do not ask for much, only your total obedience. You are used to obeying, no? Blindly following orders with an empty head? This is what I ask of you, those are MY terms, and you knew it entering those sheets. Yes or no?" 

You hear a snarl behind your back. 

"Yes or no, Merit Adoptive?" 

"...Yes." 

"Good. So you will obey in all matters. I am not interested to know if it is too much, if it is too difficult, if it is too painful... You.Obey." Thufian growls, pissed off by Thrawn insolence, pressing you against his hot body, parting you from Thrawn that seems to try to hold you back. 

But he learns his lesson, and lets the Patriarch take you. 

"And if you do... You will earn the privilege I promised you. The privilege a lot of other Chiss men tried to gain from me, but that I give to none. Do you hear me, Merit Adoptive? You will be the first." 

Thrawn seems to subside as he takes the measure of Thurfian words and the immense present given to him. 

"So? Can I count on you or should I kick you out now?" Thurfian demands royaly. 

"Yes Patriarch." Thrawn agrees, his teeth greeted shut, "But it is quite difficult to-" 

"This is not my problem, dissociate if you have to." Thurfian closes the matter, turning his head back to you, his hard expression melting into a playfully dominating one, "Are you ready my sweet?” 

He starts slipping out, earning a hiss from you. Once mid-way through he pushes back in, slowly, and continues several times. 

"There... Nice and slow... I would hate for your precious body to get bruised, Princess. Let’s give it time to stretch well for me." 

One of his hands grabs a fistful of your hair to pull you into a demanding kiss, so different than the gentle love he is making, while his second-hand fonds your nervous bud and starts playing with it. 

"Oh, you have such an honest and reactive body, visaot. I barely touched your little pearl and you strangled me hard instantly. I love bodies like that..." He chuckles in the kiss, “Mmmmmh, keep going, sweet thing, you are doing wonderful, and I am sure your personal fucktoy ADORES feeling you constricting his stupid cock!" 

Thrawn whines lightly in response, but remains perfectly still as Thurfian ordered, only caressing your hips with his thumbs. 

"I think you are ready, dove. You are dripping on my cock right now, you can take more of me." And Thurfians starts rutting into you at a higher speed, without neglecting your clit "Hell! Tight human pussy so good, better than any Chiss cunts in existence... You are mine, sweet thing, do you hear me? You came into existence to serve me! Didn’t you, sweet little pet? Him? He was born to serve us both and be your personal fucktoy for you to use or dispose at it pleases you..." 

Thrawn growls a warning. 

" Of course, visaot, of course you are not obligated to accept him. If you wish I can send him back right now." 

You do not see it, but it is evident Thurfian is smiling sadistically at Thrawn with all the haugthiness of a Patriarch while Thrawn must be shooting him dead with his glare. 

"What do you think, pet, do you want him gone? Tell me…” 

"Noooooo..." You protest weakly, already feeling your brain melting away under Thurfian delicious hip thrusts. 

"No, my sweet? Oh you have such a better heart than me, way more merciful. If I were you, I would kick him out." 

Thrawn snarls in response and Thurfian sniggers, audibly satisfied. 

"Well, toy? Do not be ungrateful." Thurfian orders 

"Th-thank you, Princess." Thrawn grunts, his body heat skyrocketing. 

"That’s all? 'Thank you, Princess'? You clearly do not appreciate the honor we are bestowing onto you." 

"Than-Thank you for... Allowing me... To be used by you. Lady (Y/n)" Thrawn corrects, his cock stimulated by your bobbing movement on Thurfian's own cock. 

"Better." Thurfian bites, "Now my sweet, where were we? Ah yes, your delectable little pearl. Toy, since you are useless at the moment, serve your Lady and stimulate her clitoris. I want to hug her with both of my arms.” 

You feel Thrawn's hands lowering on your body, caressing your inner thighs tenderly before one comes flicking your lil clit earning a yelp from you clenching around them both. 

Thrawn yelps and Thurfian groans, finishing in a satisfied snigger as his hands sneak around your body, pressing you hard against his tall body. He forces you to lay down on Thrawn's tall, wide body as he lays on you in return, hugging you so tight you feel like suffocating. His hands roam your body, caressing your back tenderly but also... 

Possessively. 

He deeply inhales your scent and exhales, satisfied. 

"Delicious... So delicious. I love your cute body, human, it gives me so much." He accelerates his rhythm, making you see stars, "Ooh look at yourself... Absolutely cock drunk. You are drooling all over yourself, sweet thing, this is a mess! This is such a good look on you. I want to admire it every day..." 

You open your mouth to respond to the praises... Only to let out an incohérent chain of whines and mewls and moans, utterly incapable of speaking a single proper word. 

You are simply to fucked out. 

"Shhhhhhhhh.I know, darling. Do not try to speak, just enjoy. Relax, let me do the work." Thurfian softly speaks, kissing the corner of your lips and cheek. 

Thurfian ruts inside of you, his former quick but sweet pace disappeared in favor of him roaming his hips into yours, your fleshes hitting each other, lewd wet sounds resonating in the bedroom with your desperate grunts. 

He is mean and rough and impales you on his cock without any mercy. 

"You squeeze me so much my sweet. This is... A delight !" He huffs. 

Thrawn keeps massaging your clit thoroughly, but his second hand comes to turn your face towards him and capture your lips again in a desperate kiss. 

Desperate for some affection in return. 

Thurfian may fucks, take, and give as it pleases him, but Thrawn needs love. 

He needs the connection, in any form and and colors 

He NEEDS it. 

Thurfian releases your body to take support on the headboard, looming over you and Thrawn kissing.  

"Aren’t you cute together?" He snarls, " I could shed a tear.” 

Thurfian gives you a violent hip thrust out of the sudden and you slash Thrawn's lip inadvertently. You yelp in surprise and caress Thrawn's cheek as a sorry gesture as he licks the blood away. 

Thurfian releases the head board to place his hands beside your and Thrawn's head, dominating you both. 

Entirely. 

"Listen you two." He orders, his voice inviting no rebellion of any sort, "Your little romance is only possible because I allow it... Do not lose sight of that fact." He declares, his gaze so intense you feel like it could kill you if he wanted it. "Do you understand? (Y/n)?" 

You nod, gulping. 

"Thrawn?" 

"Yes Patriarch..." 

Thurfian considers you both, squinting, gauging you both. 

"Good. Let’s resume." And he takes up his pushes, meaner than ever, more selfish, more... 

Jealous 

"Are you sleeping, toy? I said 'lets resume'. Do you really want me to kick you out?” 

"Understood Patriarch." Thrawn responds, keeping his tone neutral the best he could. He reassures his grip on your thighs and resumes plunging his cock inside of you. 

Having Thurfian inside is complicated but doable, having Thrawn inside is another level of difficulty. 

Having them both inside, is a miracle. 

!but 

Having them both roam into you together must count as manslaugther! 

How?! 

How can you take them both rutting into you at the same time? Their sizes are not meant to fuck the same person at the same time! 

You are split in two by each cock rearangeing your guts as it pleases them. 

Your nerve endings are on fire, the shockwaves of pleasure disintegrate your brain cells each passing second. 

And they show no signs of stopping. 

"(Y/n)? My sweet? Focus on my words. There, listen to me beautiful. I want you to cum with me... I want us both to cum at the same time, do you think you can do that for me, visaot?" Thurfian sweetly asks 

You can only pant in response. They are literally fucking your brain out, making you roll your eyes inside your head. You feel your drool running on your own skin as you forget yourself in the pleasure  

"Focus my dear. Toy, when did I tell you to stop taking care of her little clit?" Thurfian demands haughtily. 

Thrawn's hand returns between your and Thurfian's body to resume his sweet torture, making you mewl and cream all over Thurfian's cock. 

"Blast... I almost came hearing you." He says getting back control over himself, "Focus your mind to kiss me my sweet." 

And your lips meet again in a starving embrace, devouring each other out of lust and despair 

He robs of your air with the kiss and your dignity with his fuck. The kiss is languid and passionate as he thrusts meanly into you. 

His kiss seems to tell what his honor refuses to put into words. 

"I am so close, sweet thing. Can you sprint to the finish line to meet me? We will help you of course..." He almost begs 

Almost 

You nod weakly, just trying not to pass out at this point. 

"Toy, accelerate your caress, stop everything, and focus solely on her clit for now. You can cum after. Help her squirt for me, would you?” 

Thurfian rolls his hips deep and hard in your pussy as Thrawn caresses your clit at a very high speed making you shake, moan, and tremble... 

Thurfian clasps his lips on yours, devouring you with his mouth like a starved predator, grunting and moaning his own pleasure to titillate and encourage you. 

"Come on, Princess. I know you can do it. Cum with me, as one single person... Come on sweet thing." His words carry you in your trial. 

The scent of sex makes you feel dizzy and all the moans make your head spin. 

Thurfian hips thrust start to get erratic as your pussy convulses and tightens around his cock 

And then, the tension snaps brutally and you feel like your brain just explodes at the same time as your pussy. In a blinding light, you squirt on Thurfian's shaft as he pushes one last time, spurting his virile seed inside your womb. 

Your scream of orgasm is muffled by Thurfian's demanding kiss, swallowing all sounds coming from you. He keeps kissing you as your human pussy is milking him for all his worth, feeling his creamy seed invade your secret temple.  

Thurfian remains still inside of you, kissing you deeply, while your orgasm slowly subside and with it your desperates yelps 

He reluctantly part from you, panting and sweating. The deep kiss let places to softer kisses on tip of your lips, a strand of saliva connecting you, as proof of your sin. 

"Wonderful, Princess." Thurfian praises, sighing, "You did it. You spoil me, sweet thing. Oh you are drooling all over yourself, visaot... Was it that good?" He kisses your forehead, cupping your cheek, "I love you so much, Princess. You are everything I need in this life." 

You whine under the praises, your heartbeat slowly going down, feeling sweat trickling down your body. 

"Allow me to remain inside a bit more, sweet thing. I need to feel your body around my cock a little longer…” 

Thurfian lays on you, weighing you down as he pecks your lips and cheeks. You whine as Thrawn doesn’t stop caressing your little clit rapidly, keeping your spasming thighs shaking terribly and prompting Thurfian to look down between your bodies. 

"All right, toy, enough. I will take it from here." Thurfian parts from you to sit on his ankles, still buried deep within you. "I will take care of her pearl, you may fuck her as you please." 

Thrawn immediately seizes under your thighs to raise and open them up and resume his deep rut, while Thurfian draws sweet circles on your clit. 

Thrawn ravages you like he is desperate, whining and moaning into your ear, begging you to accept him deep inside, he licks the sweat rolling down your temple while you feel like you are being fucked by an animal. 

You are definitely loosing some IQ points at each thrusts.  

Thurfian throws his head back, appreciating the up and down movement on his cock as Thrawn mates with you like it is his last day on Csilla. 

"That is not displeasing at all... Keep going a little more toy." Thurfian's hums. 

Thrawn grunts in response and turns your head to capture your lips once again. His tongue enters your mouth to dance and hug yours in an intimate embrace. 

Oh dear maker...! 

It is like a horse pounding into you. 

This is such a trial. 

This so hard. 

Each time you think you remember what Thrawn's feels like in your rear, and each time you are proven wrong. 

You almost bite your own tongue under his ravaging thrust. 

"Ca... Can't! To-too much..." You whine, parting from the kiss to throw your head backward. 

Thurfian who was caressing the bulge made by his cock with dark satisfaction raises his red gaze to you 

"Come on now, pet. Do not be ridiculous. This is not your first time with your toy! You always took him before. You took us both ramming into you before, remember?" He grins at you  

"I-I... I can’t..." 

"Shhhhhhhh. Of course, you can, this isn’t the first time, and knowing you it won’t be the last. Turn your head, and look at your toy. See how relieved he feels? You can’t deny him now, Princess, Can you? Look at his face so lost in the pleasure you are giving him. Only you can make him feel like that.” 

You get lost in your admiration of Thawn's face. He looks so harsh but when he manages to open his eyes to look into yours you can see all the desperation, the hope, the lust, the love, the tenderness.. 

 All that his heart is capable. 

His eyes shine bright, begging you to not refuse him, to let him have this, that this is all he ever wanted in life. 

You lean forward to kiss Thrawn’s cheek and he comes undone instantly. When your lips touch his skin his entire body violently contracts and he buries himself to the hilt and cums deep inside. 

You cannot refrain the pathetic cry of surprise escaping you as you feel his hot ribbons of seed flooding your guts. 

You gasp for air, but ultimately relieved that it is over. 

Thrawn's body relaxes and hits the mattress as all his strength escaped him. His body is burning to the touch, drenched in sweat and his large chest rises up and down rapidly. 

Thurfian considers the scene before him and lets out a single mocking snigger. 

"Amateurs..." He slips out of you gently and you protest at the empty sensation in your cunt. 

Thurfian silently admire his work on you. 

"Mmmmmh... This is always such a joy to see my seed oozing out of your little pussy, pet. A shame I did not bring your favorite plug." 

"Patriarch..." Thrawn intervenes with a hiss, still panting. 

"Yes I know, toy. I did not forget.” 

Thurfian leans on the side to retrieve a large glass of water, you look at it with envy, feeling parched and exhausted. 

You cry as Thurfian gulps down the glass himself craving that fresh water in your throat. 

But Thurfian leans forward, cupping your cheek, and kisses you deeply, letting you drink at the fountain of his lips. You swallow the water with glee and relief. He parts with you and leaves a last soft peck on the tip of your lips. 

He takes a step back to admire the obscene scene in his bed, his long hair framing his gorgeous face.   

He suddenly splaps Thrawn thigh. 

"All right, toy. She is all yours.” 

"Huh...?" You frown, exhausted, as Thurfian simply leaves the bed entirely. 

You yelp as you feel Thrawn seizing your hips to slip his large cock out of you. Always considerate, he does ivet ry slowly to not upset your sensitive body. That doesn’t prevent an ungodly moan from escaping you as his tip is freed from your tight ring, leaving you infuriatingly empty. 

"Oh dear Warrior!" You curse at the new sensation, both relieved and displeased. 

Thrawn kisses your cheek with a loud noise and lays you beside him on the stupidly large bed and... Roll on top of you. 

You gulp, Thrawn looming over you in complete silence, both hands beside your head, devouring you with his rubies. 

"Hum... Thrawn?" You start with a trembling voice, "What did Thurfian promise you... Exactly?" 

"Your sweet pussy." Thurfian reenters the room with a long open robe, not hiding his naked body in the slightest, a glass of bourbon in his hand 

"What?!" You demand indignant and incredulous 

With his size?! 

No 

Nono nononono nonononono no no! 

There are reasons why Thrawn always did anal with you and Thurfian got your pussy each time :  

-Thurfian never allowed another man to approach your pussy. It is HIS and his ONLY.  

- Especially Thrawn with his measurements! 

There are limitations to the human body and this is one of them: Your pussy cannot take him. 

Like water is wet and fire is hot, Thrawn doesn’t fit. 

You look back at Thrawn, praying for him to smile and admit they are fucking with you. 

But he looks incredibly serious and... 

Determinated. 

"Thurfian!" You protest, putting your hands on Thrawn's pecs to not let him lay on you.  

"Relax pet. I know you can do it." He respond incredibly disinterested. 

"How can you know such a thing!?" You protest, terrified and angry. 

He takes a long sip of his bourbon 

"You remember that dildo I offered you for your starday, pet? From who do you think I took the dimensions to have it made?” 

You feel like you are going to choke, that dildo?! 

"Do you remember how hard it was for me to fit it inside?!" You curse him. 

"But we managed." He responds with a little grin, eyes on his glass, "With good preparation it fit you like a glove and you had so much fun with it!" 

"I...I..." 

"Relax Princess, if the dildo fit once, he is going to fit too. We prepared you all night for this goal. Hell, I was preparing you for several months!" He gently approaches to brush your cheek with his knuckles. 

"Trust me, (Y/n)..." Thrawn whispers softly, his hand cupping your cheek tenderly, "I will be nice...I will be tender. I dream of this night since we met..." 

You gulp, yelping like a terrified puppy. 

"Go on, toy. A woman's desire dies really quickly." Thurfian instruct. 

Thrawn angles your head up and lowers himself to kiss you. It is so soft, so sweet, so tender... You cant believe he is about to crush you to pieces... 

He brushes your noses together and sits on his heels, grabbing your hips in his large hands and align himself against your entrance. 

His shaft is already proudly erect once again as nothing can tire Chiss. He plays with the tip for three second before lathering his entire length with his abundant pre-cum spilling again. 

You shudder, hypnotized and utterly terrified by his size. 

He presses his fat tip and pushes past the tight ring of your flesh. 

"Oh fuck!" you instantly explode, feeling all your air being pushed out of you as he invades your tight canal. 

" Language, pet." Thurfian warns 

You gasp for air, several times, feeling like you are suffocating. 

"Fuckfuckduckfuckfuck...!" You repeat like it would make it easier for your tight cunt. 

Thrawn keeps pushing, slowly but without stopping for a moment. 

"Maker... Fucking... Blast!" You continue. 

"Relax, Princess." Thrawn coos, "You are doing so great." He brushes your noses again in a desperate attempt to ease your tight muscles. 

You feel him stretching you wide open, tearing your delicate muscles apart. 

This is so hard! 

You feel like you are dying. 

And finally 

He stops 

"Breath, my Lady, we are mid-way through." He peppers kisses all over your face 

"Thrawn... Please... I beg of you, please... I can't..." You huff and pants and cry, feeling a single tear rolling down your cheek. 

Thrawn licks the tear with a purr. 

"Yes you can, Princess. Of course you can, you are always so good with me, i know you can do it" he praises, offering sweet words to comfort and support you. 

You stutter several time 

"I can't..." You repeat, your throat constricted. 

"Yes, you can" he kisses you softly, "The Patriarch showed me the videos, I know for a fact that you can do it. You only need love and time to adjust." He peppers sweet kisses on your lips. 

He grabs your two cheeks and delicately kisses your trembling mouth properly, humming in the kiss, vocalizing his satisfaction. The kiss is infinitely tender and reverent, like a devotee praying to his idol. Nothing but love escapes his lips to brush yours as his thumbs caress your cheekbone, his purr resonating in the large bedroom. 

You gasp and beg for Thrawn's mercy but he resumes his motion, getting deeper and deeper, and deeper... 

"Oh fuck...!" You sob 

"Breathe ch'acah, tell me if it hurts." Thrawn comforts you, on the verge of explosion himself. 

It doesnt hurt, it's just... 

Too much! 

"Pleasepleasepleasepleasepleaseplease...." 

"Almost there, love. Do not break on me, you are a big girl. Hold my hand.” 

Thrawn clasps one of his hands in yours,.intertwining your fingers together, locking you together. 

"We are almost there." He repeats before letting out a curse in cheuhn you do not know. 

"How is it for you, Merit adoptive?" Thurfian mocks, "How are you holding on?" 

"... With difficulties." Thrawn admits between two deeps breaths through his nose, "I did not expect... All of that." 

Thurfian laughs, tremendously amused. 

"I warned you human pussies were something else. I was cursed until death the night I entered her tight vagina." He muses finishing his glass. "But you have no comparison point, do you, Merit adoptive? Bedding partners is not what you are known for, isn't it?" 

Thrawn gasps as you open your mouth in a perfect O. 

Finally 

You feel his hips against yours... 

He is fully inside. And that is a miracle. 

Thrawn trembles terribly, sweat trickling down his carved body, his breath is short and shallow. 

For a second you are afraid his gigantic body would just snap under so much pressure and fall on you, crushing you entirely. 

"So? How is it?" Thurfian slyly demands, "How does your first pussy feels, toy?" 

"A lot...!" Thrawn breathily responds. 

"Mmmmh, maybe human pussy is too high class for an ingenue like you, toy... You should have known your limits and restricted yourself. Feel free to slip out of her if you do not feel up to the task.” 

You shudder, your little pussy stretched in a way you never felt before. 

Thrawn's response forces you to open your eyes wide in shock.  

He roars, like a beast, his long teeth greeted  shut, refusing to back down before the Mitth Patriarch. 

"You are sure of yourself, Merit Adoptive, as I expected. But learn that fucking a rear and fucking a pussy are two different things. You need techniques, dexterity, stamina, and flexibility. Pussies are such magnificent jewels of nature but so demanding and complex... Are you really sure you can do it?" Thurfian keeps teasing. 

"I can!" Thrawn leaves out, slowly getting back control over himself. " I can. Thank you for your concerns, Patriarch." 

Thurfian laughs. 

"You think I worry for you? Learn a little thing Merit Adoptive, you are EXACTLY where want you to be. You thought you wanted this, but I wanted you here because this entire situation benefits me only.” 

"How so?" Thrawn asks, slowly recovering his usual sterness. 

"Fuck her a little, and we will see if you learned anything in politics." Thurfian responds haughtily. 

Thrawn gives him a side eyes, suspicious, but refocus on you and his sterness soften a bit. 

"I am going to move Ch'acah." He annonces gently. 

You nod, your teeth greeted in the sheer effort to not broke down in his arms. 

Thrawn slips a bit out of you, just a little, and gently pushes back in. You instantly dig your nails into his hand and into the sheet, piercing his skin to blood. But your body lets him move without being too difficult  

Thrawn tries again, and again, and again, and again, and... 

He is now making gentle love to you, stretching to your absolute maximum. You whine weakly because no other sound is able to pass your lips. 

"What are you waiting for, fucktoy? Kiss her." Thurfian seems to be loosing his patience, "Are you getting shy all of the sudden?" 

Thrawn licks his lips before laying on your body, shielding you from everything with his size and your lips meet for a sweet kiss. 

"Go on. Kiss her as she loves, use your tongue, robb her of her breath and make her head spin." Thurfian instructs 

Next thing you know, thrawn's tongue is licking your lips, demanding access. You accept and he locks your lips in a tender embrace, in a languorous dance of tongues and languid, sensual experience. 

You mewl in the kiss, trying desperately not to bite his tongue in your confusion. 

"Very good. Keep thrusting, do not slow down. The next thing you will do is take care of her clitoris. Penetration is good, but what matters is that delicious and delicate bundle of nerves.” 

Thrawn’s second-hand caresses its way south, brushing your skin and leaving goosebumps on its trail until it reaches your clit and starts to massage it fondly. 

Thrawn's muscles immediately contract at your reaction, arching his back in a reflex. 

"Did you feel it? How she immediately clenched around your cock under your gentle attention? Thats how you treat a woman, do you understand?" 

"Yes Patriarch..." Thrawn tries to recover his cool but your cunt works him up so much he has trouble remaining focused. 

Thurfian looks at you both, a strange shimmer in his eyes. He stands up, leaving the glass on the table, and approaches his large bed, hands clasped behind his back, not even trying to cover himself modestly. 

"Rise up and push her legs on her chest, then lay on them. Tilt her hips up." He says casually, caressing the side of your face with the tip of his fingers, looking at you with satisfaction. 

Thrawn obeys, grabbing your hips he tilts them up, presses your legs on your rising chest and lays over you. 

You let out the most lewd and undignified sound a human ever produced... Finishing in a Desperate gasped plea. 

"How does it feel, Merit Adoptive? Can you feel how it magically opened her up?" Thurfian asks with a lopsided grin. 

"Ye-Yes'..." Thrawn nods enthusiastically, panting like a dog, rutting into you with abandon 

but still mindful of your physical limitations and size differences. 

"Keep fucking her, do not forget her pearl." 

Thrawn gasps and groans and moans and grunts, rolling his hips into you with what you can only describe as pure glee. 

"Mmmh, continue toy. Keep going, feel her around you, appreciate her warmth, enjoy her wetness, admire how she welcomes you inside despite your difference in stature..." 

Thrawn's hand that is not working on your clit suddenly grabs the pillow next to your head and you can actually hear him tearing the fabric apart with his nails, reducing it to pieces. 

"What do you think, toy? Is it better than everything you ever knew?" Thurfian asks on a confidene tone 

But something in his voice is...rotten 

Like his words are dripping of... Pure poison 

"Yes, Patriarch! It is fantastic!" Thrawn declares, getting lost in his sensations. 

"Aaaaaaaw, do you hear that pet? Your pussy is fantastic." Thurfian smiles at you, booping your nose. 

Then Thurfian suddenly grabs Thrawn's hair and yanks his head backward violently.  

Thrawn whines in surprise and tries to get him to let go, but Thurfian doesn’t release him and shakes his head to force him into submission. 

"Now listen toy.” He spits “You may be a genius on the Battlefield but you are a wounded puppy in politics. I will generously give you a little class, in addition to this fucking lesson. All right?” 

Thrawn growls 

But submit 

"Good. Keep fucking while I lecture you, she should not have to suffer your incompetence."  

Thrawn resumes his thrusts, his head uncomfortably forced backward. 

"Now listen, little boy. You may think I made you an honor tonight, and you would be right. You would be shocked to know the number of men who begged me for one night in her arms. But i refused. Each of them. Do you have an idea why?" 

"...They were not worth her time?" Thrawn hisses between his teeth. 

"And that would make YOU worth it maybe?" Thufian mocks, "I had nothing to gain giving them access to her embrace, and she was not interested in any of them. You... You are fucking pain in my neck since your entry into the family!" Thurfian hisses between gritted teeth, "You kept turning around her endlessly. You think you might have been smooth and discreet but first puppy loves are usually too exciting to be hidden. But it was also the perfect trap." Thurfian continues snarling "For you see, this honor, will be your curse for the rest of your life. Spending your first time between the thighs of a human woman will haunt you for the rest of your life and will only benefit me. You either prove your complete inability as a lover and she loses all interest in you and I do not have to suffer your presence in my own bedroom for the rest of your lives. Or, and I vastly prefer this option, you prove yourself capable and wish to remain in those sheets, between those thighs, buried inside her until the end of times..." He taunts. 

Thrawn remains silent, listening attentively to where all of this is going. 

"But... If you wish to remain... You must please ME in return. And that starts by stopping all your crazy plans, stopping to ignore my orders, and FINALLY learning your true place in this family. Do you hear me, boy...?" 

Thurfian shakes him again before his mutism. 

"I pity you Thrawn, having your first time between her thighs. Tasting true pleasure at last, but with her body. You do not know the shackles you just put on yourself. You will never be able to settle for any less." 

"What makes you think that?" Thrawn finally broke his silence. 

"Because that's what happened to me. I entered her once and realized immediately I brought doom upon myself." Thurfian reveals, "Why do you think I suddenly sent back all my other partners? I knew at that moment that they could never give me what I was craving anymore.” He lets the poison drip off his tongue to intoxicate Thrawn, "You will spend the rest of your life starving for a love no Chiss will ever be able to offer you. You will walk desperately in search of an oasis to drink out of. You will try to dress a wound that will keep on bleeding... I.Promise.You." Thurfian enunciates clearly, like his long years as a syndic taught him "But... If you accept my terms I will allow you to keep meeting her, to appease your hunger and quench your thirst. I only expect of you your total obedience and submission. Is that clear?"  

"Be more precise in your offer." Thrawn negotiates. 

"If I order you to stop your crazy battle plan, you stop it. If I order you to not mingle into aliens’ affairs, you keep that nose of yours out of their business. If I order you to not perform a preemptive strike, to not put a skywalker in danger, to not flirt with the line, you obey. And if you do that, I will allow you to keep seeing MY wife." Thurfian hisses the 'my', "You will be free to take her on dates, to flirt, to live your puppy love like you were in a dream. I will allow you to fuck her pussy all your heart contents, and if you prove yourself especially obedient to my power..." Thurfian presses his lips in Thrawn's ear to whisper, "I will allow you... To breed her.” 

Thrawn seems to frozes, eyes focused on his Patriarch, debating in himself of he was telling the truth. 

"You heard me right, boy." Thurfian smiles at him, "If you are obedient, I will let you breed my cute human wife. Don’t you want that? Seeing her getting round and heavy with the weight of your baby? Admiring her walking around Csilla with your legacy inside of her for all Chiss to see? Don't you crave it? Don't you dream about it?" Thurfians words finish in an incubus purr, tempting Thrawn already slipping down the slop. 

"... What would my rights be toward the child?" Thrawn demands, cautious but oh so... Seduced. 

"They will live with her and me, they will receive the blood education and privileges. But I'll make it clear to them who their father is, I will not take that role for you. When you come back to Csilla for your leaves, you can take them to your apartment to have them all to yourself I do not care."  Thurfian lowers himself down to Thrawn's level again "If you play your cards right, Thrawn, you will secure what every Chiss parent craves for their descendants: education, privilege, and security. If you listen to me, you will be able to fulfill your Chiss breeding instincts to your heart contents and protect all your children with the Blood Mitth status.” 

Thrawn chest rises up and down rapidly. 

"All I ask in return, for all these honors, is your obedience and loyalty..."  

Thrawn presses his lips in a thin line, silencing himself. 

"I know that you dream about it... That you wake up sweating at the thought of breeding my wife. I saw it in your very eyes... This is so easy, you only have to say 'yes' to me." 

Thurfian turns his head to you, with a knowing grin. 

"What do you think pet, wouldn’t you love to receive this energetic young man's seed inside of you? Be a good pet and bear our children to us both?" 

You open your mouth only to let out a choked gurgle, a long stream of drool escaping your mouth, your eyes rolled inside your head.  

You think you hear them speak but you could NOT understand a word to save your life with how fucked up your brain is right now 

Thank the Warrior Thrawn is so focused on Thurfian's words his rut is less powerful. 

Allowing you to just... Breathe 

"Mmmmmh... Look at her toy, admire how blessed she looks, how she takes your cock so well! Don't you want to spend your life pleasing her? Giving her the children she craves, offering the family that she deserves?" Thurfian muses, "Look deep into those eyes, see the bliss and lust, and tell me she was born for another purpose but to give children to the Chiss Ascendancy." He purrs, looking at your dazed form fondly. 

"My work...Humph- My work is important! Only I can do it. I need to serve the Ascendancy..." 

"You can serve in so many other ways than to set fire to it, toy." Thurfian's tone hardens, "Be a loyal Mitth, obey your superior officers without being zealous, learn your limit, and give children to the Ascendancy. That! Is the Chiss way.” He shakes his head once, "If you accept, she could get pregnant with you this very night, Thrawn." Thurfian whispers like a siren, "Could you imagine it? Pregnant with your descendants? Your legacy secured, the ultimate gift to the Ascendancy: perpetuating the race." 

Thrawn's muscles contract as his breathes deepens, terribly interested, drinking Thurfian's words like honey. 

"You are a good Chiss, Thrawn. I know it." Thurfians soothes, " You know deep down what the species need. Securing the next generations, giving meaning to your very work, giving you a reason to fight. Don’t you want to be part of all of this? Be a hero in battle and in civilian life? Don’t you think your genius brain should have a chance to live on in your heirs?" 

Thurfian caress the consequent bulge in your stomach, guiding Thrawn's eyes lower, towards your womb. He brushes the skin delicately and with love. 

"You have only one word to say Thrawn and everything you ever desired could be yours... What is your decision?” 

"..." 

"What did you say, toy? Speak clearer, i did not hear you!" Thurfian demands regally. 

"...Yes... Yes, yes..." Thrawn repeats, at the end of his rope, seduced beyond his mind, ready to pounce. 

Thurfian considers him in silence, squinting at the once fiercome Senior Captain 

Finally reduced to an obedient puppy in his hands... It took some time, but he managed. 

Finally. 

"Good, toy... Good." He playfully boops the tip of Thrawn's nose, "We will discuss all the new rules you will EAGERLY follow later." He releases Thrawn's hair that almost falls on you, crushing you entirely, "You may have her as it pleases you, you have my blessing...She is all yours for the rest of the night.” 

Thrawn grunts heavily, taking deep breaths like after a marathon. He lays fully on you, pressing your knees against your chest, crushing you under the weight of his muscular body, one arm slides under your back, pressing you so tight you feel your lungs will explode, and the other hand grabs the top of your head, a mix between taking a fistful of hair and caressing your head like he could not know if he was trying to be gentle or rough. 

He takes a long lick from your jaw to your temple with the flat of his tongue, letting out a long moan, he licks the other side of your face, drinking the tears and sweat on your skin. 

He then presses his forehead against yours, captivating the rest lf your dying attention with his bright red eyes.  

His eyes shine so brightly the pupils disapeared alltogether, and the lamps in the room are useless with two pairs of chiss eyes. 

He replace himself, his hips forcing yours to tilt upward. 

He slips out of you, leaving just his tip... 

Looks at you dead in the eyes, daring you to stop him 

And rams his whole size back in with full force 

You let out a scream 

It feels like a truck run over you. 

He slips out and do it again, impaling his cock down your little pussy that does its best to take such dimensions ramming into you 

You try to take a big breath but each of his hips undulation punches the air out of you. You try to cry and complain but all words die in your throat. 

Thrawn keeps going. 

Accelerate his pace 

Until he fucks your poor pussy like he would fuck a fleshlight, rapidly, deeply and roughly 

"Frost!" Thrawn curses between breaths, "That's fantastic!" He licks your face and mouth like a rabid animal would, his proper and elegant dispositions and manners gone with the wind, "Keep going, Ch'acah! Do not refuse me!" He ruts deep inside, burying himself to the hilt, hitting your cervix with full force, "you feel so good! Take me! Take me whole!" 

The bed complains and cracks under his assaults, threatening to break under such activities. 

"Please,Ch'acah, please!" Thrawn begs, out of his mind, moaning and groaning like a beast in heat, "Will you beare my child? Let me breed you? Like the good Princess that you are?" In his complete confusion he manages to capture your lips and kisses you languorously, muffling all your screams. 

"Thats... Fucking impressive, i have to admit." Thurfian says casually, his arms crossed over his chest, observing the...Breeding session. 

"Let me cum inside my love. Let me give you a baby. A little one...! Oh fuck!" Thrawn grunts, his voice dropping several octaves as his instinct takes the reins of his brain, "Ch'acah...! Be good for me! Let me breed you, you were made to take my cock in your pussy! Warrior, this so good, I cannot stop!" 

"Aaaaw, the first love frolicking mark you for life! Make it count toy." Thurfian pats Thrawn shoulders with two fingers and heads outside the bedroom towards his library, " Have fun you two." 

"I can... feel you all around me! You are strangling my cock so hard, I want to remain BURIED in you for the rest of my life! Oh please Ch'acah..." Thrawn voice fluctuates between orders, laments, begging, prayers…"I never felt anything like that before! I can only think about breeding that cute pussy! I can feel it clenching around my cock, begging for my seed...! FUCK! I'll give it to you my sweet, all of it, until the very last drop!" Thrawn chants his litany, rocking his hips so hard you can only wonder if your pelvis will not just break under such assaults "Do you want it, love? Do you want my seed deep inside you?" 

Raw pleasure courses your body, shaking your limbs violently. By some miracle, Thrawn’s fuck isn’t painful but that doesn’t make it any more easier and you feel his tip repeatedly hitting your cervix deep inside of you. 

"Thrawn...! Please!" You gasp, "You-You're too much... I ca-" 

" And all of it is for you, Ch'acah! Only for you! Oh FUCK! The Patriarch was right! It's not worth it if they dont feel like you around my cock! Oh you cursed me, Ch'acah! I can never have any other pussy from now on...! You will be my death...!" 

"Ple-... I beg of you... Slow down! I cant take that much inside me!" You cry "Oh BLAST...!" 

"I cant!" He gasps as he keeps plunging in shaft deep between your bruised flesh "You are driving me insane... I need that tight pussy squeezing me! Oh you feel AMAZING!” 

"Ple-please! Finish quickly...!" You beg in tears. "Oh Maker, I can't!" 

"I-I can't! I want you to cum first! I NEED you to cum first! Cum for me my love, do it for me! Ah, Your screams of pleasure are amazing!" His hand holding your head sneaks between your bodies to play with your clit.  

You squeal and tense instantly, your entire body under intense pressure, compressing his hard shaft.  

"That was GLORIOUS my love! Oh keep going, I beg of you! You are all I ever wanted in this life, I need no one else! Fuck, I cant think properly! Tight pussy so good...!" He furiously caresses your clit, leaving you no time to recover or breath as he keeps pounding you like a nightbull in rut. "I feel you squeezing more and more! Cum for me! Squirt on my cock! Make a mess!” 

Thrawn roars as he deepens his thrusts, sweat rolling on his carved body. 

"Hug me, my love! Dig your nails in my shoulders, claw my back! I want to wear the scars of your passion deep into my flesh!"  

The wet, sloppy, lewd sounds of your furious lovemaking mixed with the heady scent of sex is making your head spin dangerously. 

"I want to fuck my load deep inside! I want your stomach swollen with all of my semen! I want to see your pretty body heavy with my child! I want to show you off to all the others! Cute pussy letting me breed her as I need it!” He chants, "Dig your nails in my skin, make me bleed for you! Do what you want with my body, I give it to you! It was created to serve you! FROST!" Thrawn starts to get delirious between your thighs, gone is the charismatic and unsinkable Senior Captain. 

You welcomed an true animal between your thighs 

"Oh- Oh Maker....!!!!" You hiss, feeling the tsunami of pleasure rising on your veins. 

"Yes! Cum for me my love! Do not fight it! Cum on my cock, use me for your convenience!" 

He gives a final, fated twist at your pearl and you scream his name for all to hear, the tsunami crashing down upon you with such violence you think you will pass out entirely! Your muscles contract so much that you are convinced they will be torn to shred! Your toes curl so hard it is painful as your back arches dramatically under Thrawn’s large, hot body. 

Thrawn gives you four final thrusts that you can only qualify as aggressive and desperate and he comes undone inside you. 

You feel his entire body hardening as he represses a roar coming from the very depths of his chest, burying his head in the crook of your neck and spurting his seed in your abused pussy. 

Your body suddenly...Fall 

Whatever was holding it together, tension, survival instinct, lust, madness... Just snaps and all your strength leaves you entirely and you enter some kind of physiological shock. You spasm on the mattress helplessly, losing all control over your limp body, leaving it at Thrawn's entire mercy... 

He raises his head, panting, completely disoriented like he was in some sort of spell or trance this entire time. He looks at you. 

Or rather devour you with his firey eyes. He lowers himself back to capture your lips in a cry for tenderness, for any affection you could spare him... 

Your swollen lips dance together in an intimate embrace and in your debilitating daze you can pick up on the fact that he started purring. 

You break down crying at that delicate sound. You sob and hiccup uncontrolably as Thrawn embraces you tight, still buried in you. 

"Shhhhhhhhhhh... It is over, Ch'acah... It is done." He whispers, "I am sorry my love, I failed to keep my urges on a leash, I lashed at you. It is unforgivable." His hands came cupping your cheeks to caress your skin with thumbs, "Look at me, love, It is over. You did it. You are amazing." He brushes his nose with you tenderly, trying to soothe you but you keep crying, "Are you... mad at me?" He starts to worry. 

You shake your head but your sobs dont subside. You circle his neck and press him tight against you, choking him a bit. 

"Hug me as as hard as you need, ch'acah, my body is at your entire disposal." 

You both bury your face in the neck of the other, you to cry and inhale his reassuring musk and he leaves the lightest kisses on your skin, praising you endlessly as he caresses your back with so much fondness. 

"You did so well. Taking me whole like that, you gave me so much. You must be so tired, my love, rest in my arms for as long as you need." He brushes his nose with your neck and Whisper so low you barely hear him, "I love you…” 

"Dear Warrior, you took your sweet time!" Thurfian barges in the bedroom a book still in hand, making you jump and whine in Thrawn's arms "What the hell did you... What's happening here?"He stops dead in his tracks.   

Thrawn looks at him with a sorry expression in his eyes. 

"I may have-" 

"Is she crying!?" Thurfian almost shouts. 

He throws the book across the room, skirting the bed with long strides, and immediately kneels at your side, "Pet? Visaot? Are you all right? Look at me Ch'acah..." 

You sob as you release Thrawn to hug Thurfian's shoulders, "Oh my warrior, what did this brute do to you, Princess? I am with you now, everything is going to be all right, my sweet, dry your tears." 

You dig your nails in Thurfian's robe, relieved to hear, feel, and smell your husband after this experience. 

"Patriarch, I-" Thrawn tries. 

"Not a word, Merit Adoptive." Thurfian cuts him short, "You did enough damage for tonight. You served your purpose, you can go." 

"Please, Patriarch, I just..." Thrawn insists but closes his mouth before Thurfian's terrible gaze. 

"Leave, Merit Adoptive. You are no longer welcomed in our wedding bed." 

Thrawn takes the stab deep in his flesh, but bows to his Patriarch in submission. 

He very carefully slips out of your vagina, wincing in displeasure as he cant feel you around him anymore, and leaves the bed. 

Thurfian sits down on the edge of the matress and hugs you tight, whispering sweet nothing to you. He cradles you gently, kissing the top of your head. 

"I know, ch'acah, I know. Try to give a beast some food and it will eat your entire arm. This... Animal needs to learn its place." He spits, looking at Thrawn dressing back. 

Thrawn turns to the both of you, fully clothed in his Captain’s regalia, his usual stern expression on his face. 

"Patriarch, thank you for... Allowing me to come tonight again." Thrawn bows deeply. He raises back and looks at you with... Despair and imploration. 

He kneels to the bed and takes your hand to kiss it and press it against his forehead. 

Like a servant do his king. 

"I am sorry, Ch'acah. May you find the strength to forgive my actions and bless the fool that I am." 

Thufian didn’t lose a crumb of that stunt... 

Thrawn raises back up and walks away. 

Your hand hangs in the air, trying to hold him back, but he cannot see. 

He only sees what he has done to you... 

You flinch when the door closes. 

"...Thrawn?" You asks in disbelief. 

"He left. Good riddance." Thurfian keeps cradling you tenderly, caressing a strand of hair behind your ear. 

"...but... I need him..." You weakly speak, trying to raise in a sitting position.  

"You need a bath and to rest. This is your only job." Thurfian holds you down. 

He pushes the covers away to reveal your naked body to his view. 

His elegant hand comes to part your thighs away for him to see. 

He hiss 

"Such crude animal... You are bruised all over your groin region." He shakes his head, "This boy needs to learn to handle delicate things with more care." 

"He is careful..." You protest weakly, trying to sit again but you wince in soreness and a bit of pain. " He just got... Overwhelmed..." 

"Are you defending him?" Thurfian demands, "Are you defending him in the same sheets he wounded your body in?" 

"I... I dont know." you admit, "I just think... You should not be too harsh on him. He doesn’t deserve it... I think." 

Thurfian gauges you up and down, frowning at you. You gulp before his gaze. 

"I am the one judging who deserves what in this family. Not you." He sentences. 

"I... I am sorry, Thurfian. I forgot my place." You exhale painfully. 

Thurfian seizes your chin and kisses your lips, robbing you of your air as he knows to do so well. 

You gasp when your lips part. 

"He deserves a punishment for treating you like that, whether you liked it or not." He lets you know 

"Please... Don't be too hard." You beg, "I love him." 

Thurfian considers you for a second, his thumb caressing your jaw gently. 

"This love is the only reason I do not throw him out of this family back to the backwater world and position he truly deserves." He clenches his jaw, "He will receive the punishment I see fit, but for your heart..." He stands back up, your hand in his, looking down at you, "... I will not be too harsh on the boy." 

"Thank you, Ch'acah..." You smile, grateful and exhausted. 

He slides his arm under your knees, lifts you up bridal style, and heads toward the bathroom. 

He will give you a bath, let you eat a piece of chocolate cake he knows you love so much and when you will go to sleep, comforted in the thought you protected your clumsy lover from your husband, Thurfian will look at you, smiling as he will lay beside you, caressing your cheek with the back of his hand... 

Knowing that his plan worked 

To absolute... 

Perfection. 

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Propaganda as if this poll doesn’t reveal my bias anyway:

I wanna note that Sabine’s choice has a lot of parallels with Anakin’s. Pretty big yikes for Luke maybe?

At the same time Luke wouldn’t want to abandon someone to be stranded on a planet for eternity. But he’s seen how terrible the Empire is. Would it be worth the risk? Jedi are supposed to be selfless… Option 2 might be leaning towards Sith.

We can assume that if Luke was involved it wouldn’t be written by Filoni. Maybe George Lucas? Let’s just imagine that the writing is good and the magic system and world building is adhered to in this alternate situation. So, if Luke decided to keep the map (option 3) he’d have to face actual consequences if Thrawn escaped (he might go to prison, no longer be considered a Jedi, Leia might lose her position as Senator, etc.). He also might succeed in bringing down Thrawn.