#Thrawn x reader

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₊ ˙ ⊹ .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. 

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

[melissa-kenobi]

🎃Kinktober MasterList🎃

Hellooo, and welcome to my Kinktober Masterlist 2024.

I know it's been a whole ass while since I posted but I really wanted to try and actually finish these this time xx

1st October 2024 - Dean Winchester + Mirrors

5th October 2024 - Peter Parker (PS5) + Sex Pollen

8th October 2024 - Arthur Morgan + Glory Hole

12th October 2024 - Loki + Orgasm Denial

15th October 2024 - Soldier Boy/William Butcher + Threesome/Squirting

19th October 2024 - Grand Admiral Thrawn + Tit Fuck

22nd October 2024 - Obi-Wan Kenobi + Age Gap

26th October 2024 - Beau Arlen + Hate Sex

29th October 2024 - Sam Winchester + Cockwarming

30th October 2024 - Tech (Bad Batch) + Sex Tape

31st October 2024 - Beau Arlen/Dean Winchester/Soldier Boy + Breeding

[phantomqa]

So what if he's killed people he's still my baby girl🤷🏻‍♀️

(I may have problems)

[nahoney22]

Hi, love! 💙

May I request a F!Reader x Thrawn? NSFW.

Jealous Thrawn , NSFW, tension with Director Orson Krennic~

Reader is an imperial intern in training & stationed to work under the Admiral for anything needed to make up community hours. Reader has had a good idea that Thrawn probably disliked them due to his distant & cold demeanor around reader & slight remarks. Reader is not too fond of the Chiss, finds them ‘rude’, but still obeys (loyal to the empire).

However Reader finds out that’s far from the truth when invited to an Imperial Ball, getting hit on by other superiors (Director Krennic, slight Rivalry between both men from Death Star vs Tie fighter Project), making Thrawn jealous & admit “someone like yourself can make a man like me lose control & do the most unimaginable of things, and suddenly my loyalty & devotion becomes all yours.”

A Warrior’s Needs***

Grand Admiral Thrawn X F!Reader

word count: 8.7k

Sneaky peak at my collab with @raevulsix 🤍 ^

When invited to the Imperial Ball to act as a spy, your galaxy is turned upside down when you witnessed your Boss, Thrawn, get jealous.

warnings: NSFW, 18+ only. Explicit sexual content and language, dom!Thrawn, sub!reader, smut, dirty talk, praises, p in v sex, blowjob, cunnilingus, multiple orgasms, face fuck, multiple positions, finger sucking, biting & marking, mating press, creampie, aftercare, doubtful reader, brief mentions of alcohol, jealous and possessive thrawn, kinda boss x secretary, shy imperial female reader who wears a white dress with slit. Director Krennic flirting with reader. NSFW ART. Not proofread. Also noticed I didn’t hit the brief entirely but it’s more or less on point 😅

Includes Fanart by the incredible Raevulsix that can be found here and the NSFW one here so go give her all the support and reblogs! 🤍

Authors note: oh, bestie here we go! This is my first time writing for Thrawn so I hope I portrayed him somewhat okay - I never kinda finished rebels yes I know bad girl. Co-wrote with @raevulsix 🤍

The seemingly endless day was filled with a relentless stream of forms, data analysis, and tasks delegated by your boss that was causing a strain on your eyes from staring at the screen. But when your superior got called away, you seized the opportunity to lean back in your chair and take a moment of respite and listen to the faint hum of the ship.

As you reclined, you surveyed the expansive office belonging to your boss, Grand Admiral Thrawn. The space was dimly lit, dominated by blacks and greys, with a faint luminescent glow that did little to alleviate your eye strain.

Even sitting for the prolonged period had caused your legs to stiffen, so, anticipating Admiral Thrawn's return in about an hour, you stood up and began to walk around, seeking relief.

The office itself was a marvel, a fusion of refined taste and strategic functionality. Intricate artwork adorned the walls, showcasing pieces from various galaxies, while carefully placed artifacts adorned the shelves, creating a captivating ambiance.

You hesitated, torn between returning to your desk or succumbing to curiosity just this once. Normally, being in the same room as your boss felt challenging due to his cold demeanor and strict rules – no speaking unless spoken to, avoiding direct eye contact, and focusing solely on work.

The reputation of the Chiss, their stringent standards and unwavering determination, preceded him. His formidable nature and unyielding drive to succeed made him a daunting figure which makes him all the most frightening. Though, he had never raised his voice in your presence. The odd quip of passiveness was hard to miss however when he spoke to those under him or even as an equal, but luckily, you never came across it.

Until right now.

“I sincerely hope that you looking through my possessions is a hint that you have finished today’s reports.”

Startled by his sudden appearance behind you, you turned wide-eyed and mortified, stammering out an apology. "Forgive me, Sir—Admiral—Grand Admiral," you fumbled, feeling the weight of his piercing red gaze. "I didn't realise you had returned."

His cold stare and piercing eyes bore into you as he coldly acknowledged your oversight. "Now tell me, what are you doing?"

Faltering, you considered fabricating a lie, but Thrawn's demeanor warned against deception. "My legs and eyes started to ache," you admitted slowly, collecting your nervous breaths. "I stood up to walk around the office in your absence to ease it off. Admittedly, I got distracted by your collection." You gestured awkwardly before composing yourself. "I will finish off the reports immediately."

As you settled back at your desk, attempting to regain composure with shaky fingers swiping across the monitor, Thrawn's silent presence once again caught you off guard. A large hand suddenly appeared in front of your face, tapping the screen as he scrutinized your day's work. Frozen, you held your breath, transfixed on the screen.

After an intense minute, he broke the silence. "I need your assistance tonight," he declared, withdrawing his hand and making his way to his desk. You swiveled in your chair to face him.

Tonight? The prospect of more work dampened your spirits. "You will attend this Imperial Ball," he stated, not bothering to look your way.

A ball? You? Your flabbergasted expression went unnoticed as you asked, "May I question why you're asking me to go Grand Admiral? I believe this is for people like yourself, not just workers. And I’m just an intern."

He leaned over his desk, hands flat on the surface, and lifted his gaze to you. "I hope that's not an insinuation that I do not work."

Your day seemed to be spiraling further downward. "Sorry, forgive me, I didn't mean for it to come across like that." Nervously wringing your fingers, you stood. "I just don't think I'm the right candidate for whatever it is."

"And yet you do not know what it is I am asking of you," he replied simply. For a moment, you thought you detected a hint of amusement, but the dimness of the room and the strain on your eyes left you uncertain.

His posture regained its imposing stance as he circled his desk, arranging items with precision, making an already orderly space even more meticulous. Leaning against the black desk, he continued, "There have been reports of a few individuals willing to expose the Empire's plans on Lothal and they've been invited. I need you to gather as much information as you can and report back to me."

You had heard about this upcoming ball. All of your superiors would be attending and you had very little doubt that your friends, other workers like yourself, would be attending. So, the confusion lingered; why involve you in this? Hiring spies seemed a more logical choice. "So, when we land and head to the settlement, dress up.”

You are almost at a loss for words, was this some kind of punishment or did he sincerely trust you this much? So many questions yet his answers won’t settle with you regardless. "But Grand Admiral, I... I don't even own a dress."

"All of that has been arranged already."

Staring at your reflection in the mirror, you hardly recognised yourself in the white dress that starkly contrasted with your usual Imperial attire. Only applying little makeup due to the fact you didn’t know how glamorous this was going to be, you marveled at the intricate details of the crystals adorning your dress—light and elegant.

As you added the finishing touches to the ensemble, you spent a moment admiring the transformation. The dress fit perfectly, making you wonder how Thrawn acquired your exact measurements. Perhaps it was part of the meticulous process involving your enrollment details he scoured through.

Yet, a peculiar thought crossed your mind: imagining Thrawn personally selecting this dress for you. Shaking off the notion, you grumbled to yourself, averting your gaze from the mirror. Such thoughts seemed absurd, given the professional context and how alluring you felt with a dress with a knee high slit. Your gut, however, betrayed you, swirling with a sense of uncertainty.

Left in disarray, you then pondered the impending social interaction with your superiors. How in the galaxy were you going to do this?

Thrawn had departed without providing you any guidance, leaving you to grapple with the dilemma of presenting yourself as his assistant or someone of greater significance.

When the time came, navigating the unfamiliar surroundings with nervous steps, you followed the confident strides of those who seemed familiar with the venue.

Presenting your pass to a guard, you slipped inside and held back a gasp at the sight that unfolded—an elegance seldom witnessed within the Empire's strict regimes. It was special, yet you couldn't shake the feeling of being out of place.

As a wallflower, you stood on the sidelines, observing and absentmindedly tapping your fingers against a glass of an unfamiliar alcoholic concoction handed to you by a server. Unbeknownst to you at first, your eyes were scanning the crowd, searching for your boss, Thrawn.

Surrounded by people you didn't know on a personal level, everyone exuded a somewhat regal aura. The faint but lovely music played in the background as the room unfolded into a wide-open space where various groups mingled, leaving you feeling like a hopeless outsider.

Taking a sip, cursing your shaky hand, you mustered the courage to fulfill your task. It was time to eavesdrop and gather the information Thrawn sought.

Worming your way into conversations wasn’t the easiest task you ever had to do but still, you managed it. Avoiding small talk, you nodded and smiled, feigning comprehension while attempting to extract useful information.

Yet, nothing seemed amiss.

Everyone appeared content with the Empire's forthcoming plans and events, leaving you struggling to maintain the forced smiles and laughter.

As you moved from group to group, you still found yourself keeping an eye out for Thrawn but no luck. Perhaps he wasn’t even attending. After all, his presence to you would have stood out since he was the only Chiss and his character was non-short of intriguing.

After an hour of this charade, weariness crept in. Your feet throbbed in the unfamiliar heels, prompting your excuse from a group - to whom didn’t seem to even acknowledge your existence - no one noticed your departure as you went to a quiet corner to collect yourself.

In the quiet corner, frustration and exhaustion compounded as you pondered the lack of information to report back to Thrawn. With past mishaps already haunting your thoughts, you berated yourself for the potential third strike.

However, things started to take an unexpected turn.

"Not enjoying the night?" The voice sliced through your thoughts, and you turned to see a figure adorned in a stark white military imperial uniform with a flowing cape to match. There was only one man you knew who wore that ensemble.

"Director Krennic," you blurted out, swiftly standing and adjusting your dress, visibly flustered. "I was just taking a moment for myself."

The man chuckled, swiftly suggesting you retake your seat, which, hesitantly, you did as he settled beside you.

Internally, you were freaking out. The power and influence of Director Krennic were both impeccable and imposing, especially considering his involvement with the upcoming and developing 'Death Star' project. "I hope you don't mind the company? It's been a long evening for me too," he mentioned, his gaze intense.

His stare unsettled you, sending an uncomfortable tingle down your spine. Yet, despite your unease, declining the company of one of your superiors wasn't an option. "Not at all," you replied, forcing a laugh that sounded awkward but hopefully convincing.

"Since you know who I am," Director Krennic began, turning to face you, "it is only fair that you tell me who I have the pleasure of meeting?"

A gulp caught in your throat. This was the first time tonight that someone had paid attention to you, and you debated whether to fabricate details about your identity. Ultimately, you settled for honesty—your name, at least. "It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance. I've heard many things about you," you said, hoping your nervous breaths weren't too apparent.

He smiled, seemingly charming. "Beautiful name for a beautiful lady."

Mentally, your smile dropped, but you maintained it outwardly. Was he flirting with you? This exceeded any expectations for the night. "Oh, erm, why thank you."

He chuckled, leaning back and making himself comfortable on the loveseat you both occupied, taking a sip of his drink. "So, tell me about yourself. What is it you do?"

The moment of decision that had loomed over you all night finally arrived, and you found yourself veering away from the complete truth.

His reaction was palpable. A flicker of tension crossed his expression, transforming his once-charming smile into one that grew tense and strained. "Ah," he responded after a pause, his fingers tapping against the glass as his demeanor turned slightly hostile. "So, I will assume you work under someone of... authority."

The word 'authority' sounded more like a growl than a mere observation. It was evident that Krennic held some animosity toward Thrawn, likely due to their conflicting projects that often caused tensions between the two.

"That she does."

A voice sliced through the tension, and you turned to see Thrawn standing behind both of you. Your eyes involuntarily scanned his attire—a departure from his usual white military uniform to an impeccably suave and expensive-looking all-black tuxedo. It was a stark contrast to his typical appearance, and he looked good, remarkably good.

"Thrawn," Krennic acknowledged, standing to match his height. Kind of.

"Director Krennic..." Thrawn drawled slowly, the two of them staring each other down.

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The tense exchange between Thrawn and Krennic didn't escape your notice, particularly Krennic's apparent lack of acknowledgment toward your boss's full title, indicating a hint of pride. Thrawn, on the other hand, maintained his dignity with elegance.

"I was just speaking to this nice young lady and getting acquainted," Krennic stated.

"I noticed," Thrawn replied, his gaze briefly fixating on you. A sense of impending chastisement for lying to a superior loomed, but for now, Thrawn played along, redirecting his attention to Krennic. "But I need to speak with her in private.”

Krennic's expression twisted into a smirk. "We all serve the same purpose, Thrawn. Whatever you can say to her, you can say in front of me."

Maintaining his composure, Thrawn remained unaffected by Krennic's arrogance. "It is a matter that does not concern you."

"And it does her?" Krennic prodded.

"Yes," Thrawn affirmed, tone low.

Krennic's scrutiny fell upon you, making you feel a chill run down your spine. Unable to meet their gazes, you were frozen under his stare. "I see. Well," he extended his hand, and tentatively, you placed yours in his, allowing him to help you stand, his grip maintaining a slight tension. "It appears my presence is not warranted."

"It was a pleasure to meet you, Director Krennic. Perhaps we could talk again soon?" The words slipped out before you could consider the implications, and Krennic's sly smile at your proposition didn't escape Thrawn's notice, his glare feeling like sharp daggers at the back of your head.

Suddenly, you’re pulled towards Krennic, his breath lingered near your face as he spoke in a whisper but loud enough for a certain someone to hear, "That would please me, but I shouldn't continue to play with possessions that don't belong to me."

Thrawn's sharp rebuke sliced through the air, "That will be all, Krennic." In an instant, Krennic released his hold on you, leaving you stunned as he walked away.

Taking a deep breath, you turned to face Thrawn, your heart racing. The unsettling implication of being referred to as a possession of more so, his possession, lingered in your thoughts. As you stared up at Thrawn's stern expression, full of thunder, you tried to gather your thoughts.

"Grand Admiral Thrawn, I—"

"You are not to ever speak to Director Krennic again, is that understood?" his command cut through your attempted explanation.

The tension thickened as you nodded in acknowledgment of Thrawn's command, keeping your gaze lowered. However, instead of walking away, he approached, sending a jolt through you.

A gentle touch beneath your chin lifted your gaze to meet his, and you're awestruck as his eyes glowed. Not even metaphorically or hypothetically - red eyes that held a powerful allure, captivating your attention. His words became a distant murmur as you found yourself too entranced by his intense gaze to even realise he was speaking to you.

Was anyone else seeing this? Surely someone had to have been watching this somewhat intimate exchange.

Suddenly, his raised brow and deep furrowed eyes broke through your reverie, snapping you back to reality. "Sorry," you stammered, embarrassed. "What did you say?"

For a second, he paused before a sly smile merges on his face. "I said,” he starts but a part of you didn’t quite believe he was telling you everything, “I hope you have some information to tell me. After all, that is why you are here," he repeated, his tone unwavering.

Your stomach sank as you realised you had nothing to report.

"Actually, I—" you began, but he interrupted, instructing you to head to his quarters to discuss further. As he stepped away, you finally regained your senses, but before you could utter a word, he vanished into the crowd.

Feeling the weight of the situation, you sighed, acknowledging the mess you were in.

Entering Thrawn's office, anxiety flooded your thoughts, making the walk feel slow and burdensome. Anticipation of the imminent repercussions swirled in your mind.

Without seeing the point in waiting outside, you ventured in, greeted by the familiar ambiance—chilled air and a dimly lit room adorned with sculptures, artifacts, and paintings, showcasing Thrawn's appreciation for art, a shared interest between the two of you.

Moving towards his desk, your fingers traced the flat surface before taking a seat in one of the chairs opposite.

"I feel sick," you muttered to yourself, running a hand through your hair as your knee bounced nervously.

"Perhaps some water?" Thrawn's calm and composed voice cut through the silence.

Caught off guard by Thrawn's sudden appearance, you startled in your seat, quickly composing yourself with an apologetic tone. "Sorry, I... I'm fine."

He hummed softly, crossing into the room. "Are you sure you do not want a drink?" His offer was polite, but you declined, mustering a steadier breath. "I'm sure. Thank you, though."

Seated behind the desk, Thrawn's piercing gaze seemed to bore into you, an intensity that was strangely captivating rather than uncomfortable. Boldly facing the inevitable, knowing your fate might be sealed, you met his gaze head-on.

Despite working under him for months, it was the first time you truly looked at him. His angular face was striking, his skin a captivating shade of blue reminiscent of the most beautiful oceans you had only dreamed of seeing, yet it was his glowing eyes that held the allure.

"So," he finally spoke, leaning forward and interlacing his fingers on the desk, breaking the silence, "fill me in." The directive was clear, and despite your nerves, you prepared to relay the truth, whatever the consequences might be.

"Grand Admiral Thra—"

"Thrawn," he interrupted, and confusion furrowed your brows.

"S-Sorry?"

"Thrawn is just fine. Proceed," he instructed, nodding, and despite your confusion, the fear of falling short in your duty took precedence.

"I have nothing to report," you rushed, holding your breath.

Thrawn's expression remained unchanged as he leaned back in his seat, nodding slowly. "Is that because you spent the evening with Director Krennic?"

Your heart sank at the insinuation. "Not at all. I only spoke to him for a minute before you came over," you defended, sitting a little more forward. "I genuinely have nothing to report. I saw nothing awry."

"Interesting," Thrawn drawled. "And he gave no hints of deception to you?"

Thrawn was clearly fishing for information on Krennic, but you had nothing substantial to provide. "No, though he wasn't too pleased about me working for you. Lie or not."

The room fell into a hush, the only sound being the rhythmic tapping of his fingers against the desk. "That I can imagine, given how he was looking at you all night."

The mention of Krennic's prolonged interest caught your attention, and Thrawn noticed, a fleeting smirk crossing his face. "How is it you like the dress?"

Glancing down at the attire, you smoothed out its seams. It was the most extravagant outfit you had ever worn, and while it felt foreign, it also made you feel special. Especially considering the attention from someone as influential as Krennic. "It's lovely."

"I knew it would look good on you," he replied casually, causing your heart to pause momentarily.

"Can I ask what you mean by that?" you inquired, exhaling shakily, eyes widening. Did he choose this dress for you?

Thrawn tilted his head. "I think it is obvious what I mean," he stated, then stood, circling the desk until he stood in front of you. You craned your neck to look up at his imposing figure. "But I will spell it out for you. I picked this dress specifically for you… And you look divine."

The realisation struck like a thunderbolt, rendering you momentarily speechless. Krennic's cryptic insinuation about being a 'possession' suddenly made sense—jealousy seemed to be the most plausible explanation, although it felt improbable given your position as just his assistant. Then, doubts began to seep in as you recalled that he might have had someone else before you, and maybe even before that.

Standing up, nerves jangling, you instinctively took a step back from the Chiss, your thumbs nervously twiddling as you grappled with the situation. "I'm not that kind of girl, Grand Admiral—"

"Thrawn."

"Yes, sorry... I'm not that kind of girl."

He regarded you with an almost quizzical look, his eyes betraying a subtle understanding of the implications behind your words. "And I'm not that type of man," he responded calmly, though your scoff interrupted him. A brief pause followed as he closed the distance between you, his gaze piercing. "You do not believe me."

"You're a powerful man, you've probably had numerous assistants, interns, before me..." you stated your thoughts, a surge of boldness propelling your words. "I don't want to be just another assistant, disposable at your whim."

Thrawn observed you, his face maintaining an air of impassivity yet hinting at a hidden admiration for your courage. "May I be honest?"

Silent but attentive, you allowed him to continue, even as his words stung. "Your work is subpar. Lacking."

Ouch.

"Yet, you've remained my longest-serving assistant," he remarked, drawing closer, and this time, you didn't pull away. "Despite mistakes, missed deadlines... Do you know why?"

He stood before you, his presence almost overwhelming, his eyes emanating a deep red hue, sending shivers down your spine as his warm breath brushed against your skin. Inhaling a distinctive, spicy scent mixed with a hint of alcohol from the Ball, you felt your knees weakening, your preconceptions about him slowly crumbling. "N-No," you finally managed to breathe out.

Thrawn's admission rang out in the quiet room, his voice a blend of quiet intensity. "Because what I want is you. I want you to be mine, I need you to be mine."

"Grand A—"

"Say my name properly," his hand swiftly found your waist, tracing the delicate details of the dress he had meticulously chosen for you. "Say it."

Your eyes met his, the words you intended to voice dissolving as all you could focus on was his demand. "Thrawn."

His chest heaved subtly at the sound of his name spoken by you. "Again," he urged, this time his other hand tenderly yet with some vigour cupping your jaw.

Your eyes closed involuntarily, caught in a trance. "Thrawn... what is happening?"

"You have captured my interest since the first time you entered my office," his hand glided from your waist to the small of your back, and you found yourself instinctively leaning into his touch.

The nagging doubt that this could be too good to be true lingered in your mind. "Have you said that to all of your assistants?"

He chuckled, the resonance of his low laughter sending vibrations through your chest. "Now, now... I was not lying when I said that I am not that kind of man. Have you ever seen a Chiss with another person?"

Truthfully, you had never witnessed any other Chiss aside from him. "Well, no, but—"

"Then understand me," he insisted, drawing you closer against his chest, your hands clutching the lapels of his black tuxedo. "Understand that I do not seek companionship, I do not pursue romantic commitments. War and military endeavors dominate the minds of my species. So, tell me, why are you at the forefront of mine?"

"I... don't know," you confessed, feeling an electric excitement coursing through your skin.

His hand cupped your cheek, his breath grazing against your skin as he leaned in. "A woman like you can make a man like me lose control."

His proximity made it hard to breathe, yet it felt inexplicably right to lean toward him. "Can anyone know about us?"

The query hung in the charged air, bold and daring. You anticipated the response, though his confirmation solidified it. "No, nobody can know."

The weight of the decision hung heavy in your mind. You understood the necessity of keeping your connection with him secret; his position was far too vital to risk any involvement. “But, my devotion, my loyalty… it’s all yours.” His interruption broke through your thoughts, and as you opened your eyes to meet his gaze, you found yourself once again ensnared by the fiery red glow that captivated you.

"Lose control then."

Without hesitation, his lips crashed onto yours, enveloping your senses in a whirlwind of passion. His kiss, intense and commanding, nearly swept you off your feet. His hands explored your body, fingers gripping your hips firmly before lifting you effortlessly. Your legs instinctively wrapped around his torso as he skillfully guided you through his quarters, never once breaking the embrace, and eventually leading you into his bedroom.

You find yourself being placed on a bed, his body leaning over you as his lips, intoxicating and flavoured with just a tinge of alcohol from this evening move from your lips, down your neck before he stands over you.

“I have submitted to you,” with one hand he unclasps the button of his tux before moving it off his shoulders and carelessly chucking it to the side, followed by him unclasping the top button of his shirt, “are you willing to submit to me?”

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Sitting up on your elbows, you’re prepared to answer but your words are caught in your mouth as he unbuckles his pants, sliding the belt out of the loops before he releases his strong, throbbing cock.

Your mouth salivates, watching as he moves his hand along its length. You couldn’t help the gasp that left your lips just at the size of him and it made you both excited and also a little nervous.

“I assume that you like what you see?”

You nod, your legs coming together as you feel your cunt begin to throb which doesn’t go unnoticed by Thrawn. “Crawl towards me.”

Obeying, you crawl on your hands and knees across the sheets, your white dress trailing behind you before you are sat comfortably in front of him, his beautiful blue cock twitching under your wanting gaze.

Thrawn lets out a soft sigh, sliding his hand down to the base of his length and tilts his head at you before dangling the curve of his dick down toward you. You open your mouth almost on instinct and slide your tongue out, grazing the underside of the head.

“You’ve done this before,” he comments with glowing eyes.

“Once or twice,” you whisper, sitting up onto your knees to take the fullness of the head into your mouth, rolling your tongue around the tip of it, melting at the saltiness of his precum.

Thrawn moans, long and low. It's been excruciating for him to not have been able to touch you until now and you were absolutely perfect. Large blue hands lift to your head and his fingers slide through the roots of your hair, tugging softly—encouraging, pushing you to take more. "Now that is my good girl." He practically purrs, and the ache between your legs throbs even more with excitement. “You are wonderful.”

You blush, unsure if it’s due to the compliments or the fact your boss's cock is stuffed in your mouth which had your lips etched open wide and eyes already starting to water. As he drops his pants fully and removes his shirt from his body along with his tie and pants, you look up at him with adoration.

You run your hands up and down his toned thighs as you begin to take him deeper into your mouth (if you even can), your saliva dribbling down his heated skin and your chin.

Thrawn curls his dexterous digits tighter into your hair and holds your head still as you envelope him as far as you can, opening your throat for him as he begins a violent and sudden ruts into your mouth. You whimper in please, a hand coming between your legs as you pull your dress to the side and dive your fingers straight to your clit as he deepthroats your pretty mouth.

His grunts and moans fill the room yet remain low and husky as you feel his tip poke at the back of your throat that forces a response from you; gagging on his velvety and soaked cock.

You hold strong for him, your fingers aching as you rub your clit in a circular fashion and push down the pleasant assault on your throat. “Look at you, a mess… it is rather arousing.” He cooes, one of his hands leaving your hair and holding his cock as he pulls out, giving you a very brief gasp of air before he slips it straight past your lips again.

Closing your eyes, you swallow uselessly around his thickness as he grunts and gives a few shallow thrusts before he pulls you back off. The sound you make is ragged, spit bubbling from your lips and tears rolling down your cheeks as he cups a hand under your chin and brings your face up. “And did I say you could touch yourself?” His eyes glance down at the sight of your hand between your legs. “Very insubordinate.”

You had never been so belittled yet praised at the same time before but it had your blood boiling in lust for it. “I couldn’t help it,”

“That much is obvious,” he replies as he wipes a stray tear from your cheek, “lay back. I want to look at you.”

Doing as you’re told, you scoot back before laying back on the bed, your head hitting one of the pillows as he analyzes you fully from the end of the bed. His expression was unreadable, not showing much signs but as he looked at you, you just admired him for a second too.

Tall, handsome and clearly strong from being a skilled fighter, you were a little breathless and now, a little insecure.

“Don’t worry,” his words broke you out of your trance, watching him kneel on the bed before he moves towards you, “you are breathtaking to look at.”

Heat rises to your cheeks and bashfully, you look away from his gaze but find yourself softly moaning as you feel something warm and wet caress at your exposed thigh.

Looking back his way, Thrawn lay flat on his stomach and tediously licked at your flesh, your skin dousing in goosebumps at his touch. “Thrawn…” you breathe, now meeting his dark, glowing gaze as he folds your dress upwards, exposing yourself to him.

Thrawn pushes your panties to the side, hooking his finger through the damp fabric to expose your glistening cunt to which he made a noise of satisfaction. “You smell beautiful.”

You let out a soft and nervous chuckle but your nerves are dwindled when Thrawn continues to kiss at your inner thighs, tasting the slightly salty tang of your skin before you let out a small yelp of surprise when his teeth sink into your skin, his tongue circling around the teeth marks that he left. “I hope you do not mind if I sometimes find myself needing to taste you.”

You blink at him, breathing ragged. Nobody had ever bitten you before but it didn’t even hurt. It was new to you and the sensation made your mind whirl. So, you shake your head and watch as he continues to leave love bites on the inside of your thighs, marking his territory; his breath warm and fanning agasint your sex that you were so eager for him to touch.

“Thrawn… touch me. Please.”

There’s a chuckle that lasts a moment before he says, “I am not one to take orders… but since you asked so nicely.” He growled the last part until his lips latched to your cunt and you let out the most pathetic whine you could muster.

“Perfect." Thrawn grunts, his breath on your wetness making your toes curl as tongue slides flat against your folds and up to your clit.

“F-Fuck, Thrawn…!” You choke, stifling your ragged gasp with a hand over your mouth in the fears someone would hear the lewd noises of your moaning and the lapping and sucking of your pussy.

You look down at Thrawn at work, obsessed with the fact that his eyes were trained on you with an intense gaze. He’s sucking on your clit with such dominance that has your hands gripping the sheets beneath you as his hands clasp on your thighs, spreading them open as they threaten to close.

It had been a while since you had been touched like this so there’s no surprise that you felt your climax begin to bubble.

“Oh my.. fuck… Thrawn I’m going to-.”

“Do it. Cum on my tongue. Now.”

Legs spasming, stars blurring your vision you feel yourself let go, followed by a collected moan from the both of you as he laps up your juices. Your body is heaving from the sensation but Thrawn doesn’t stop.

“Another.”

“T-Thrawn… I can’t…” you rasp, completely overstimulated as your body writhes in your dress and across the sheets.

“I know you humans are capable of some remarkable achievements. This is one of them. Cum again.” His mouth is back on your folds, tongue rubbing along your clit furiously to force another orgasm from you.

You wanted to cum again, desperately, but your body was tingling and shaking too much for you to fathom what was even happening.

Despite the bed being so large and spacious, as your body involuntarily fights against him, your head is bumping against the headboard as Thrawn pushes his tongue deep inside you, strong and powerful hands biting into the flesh of your thighs as your whole body convulses.

“Thrawn,” you gasp, your hand finding its way onto the sheets, gripping tight, “I can’t.”

“Another.” He demands from you, tongue relentless. Not once did he even lift a finger to your pussy, the pleasure being solely done by his tongue. You pondered what it’d feel to have his fingers inside you but as the familiar sight of stars began to speckle your vision, your body fires up.

“That’s it,” he growls into your cunt, sending violent vibrations through your body, “I knew you could do it.”

You're crying his name, sweat coating your body as you let out a lewd cry as your body gives in to Thrawn’s advances.

As you heave, catching back your breath Thrawn has moved away from your cunt as you flop onto your side, completely spent.

Your legs still twitch and Thrawn watches you in amazement. The mattress sinks beside you as Thrawn brings you to him, your back pressed to his bare chest as he runs his fingers up and down your arm. “You really are quite enchanting.”

You let out a breathless laugh and found your head falling back into the crook of his neck, your heart rate calming down. “So are you.”

The compliment repeats in his mind, not really used to such pleasantries but nonetheless gives a rare smile. “Pleasures all mine,” he purrs, leaning down as his lips ghost over your ear before he plants a delicate kiss to your lobe that had you biting your lip.

You could feel his erection pressing into your back and you damned the beautiful dress for blocking the warmth of his skin against you again. But despite the room having a chill to it, the fire in both of you was sure to warm you up.

His lips move from your ear as he leans more over you and you crane your neck, giving him the access you knew he desired as his lips found your skin, teeth grazing your pulse.

Your breaths came in shallow, uneven waves, charged with anticipation as you awaited his next move.

"Do I detect a flicker of unease?" His voice, low and delicate, cascaded over you, sending goosebumps skittering along your spine.

You turned to meet his gaze, a response ready. "Not at all," you replied, your voice betraying the hint of excitement that danced within.

He leaned closer, his words a whisper against your lips. "All in good time, my pet. Patience," he murmured, grazing a phantom kiss over your mouth. "For now, I just want to revel in your presence."

Your smile was tender, curiosity lacing your words. "And how long do you plan to bask in this admiration?"

His gaze held yours, an intensity in his touch as his hand cupped your jaw. "Are you expected elsewhere tonight?" His inquiry lingered, hinting at a deeper intention.

“No,” you shake your head, looking down at his lips and subtly biting your own before meeting his gaze, “I just want you.”

“You are to do exactly as I say,” he utters, his thumb trailing over your lower lip before you take the instinct of letting him slide it inside your mouth, allowing you to suck on his digit eagerly, “and that is to be patient.”

You whine softly around his thumb, your pussy beginning to throb as you crave him. Suddenly, you got bold. You pull his thumb out of your mouth with a pop and meet his beautiful eyes again. “Perhaps I should have kept speaking to Director Kren-.”

He snaps.

A fire sizzled in him at the mere sound of his rival's name coming from your mouth, his jaw clenching but alas increasingly aroused at your defiance and his clear sign of jealousy.

Smashing his lips to yours, you’re brought to his chest with an intensity you hadn’t seen from him yet. Your lips felt swollen from his scorching kiss that left you breathless, needing more as you tug on his broad shoulders to bring him even closer to you.

“How dare you say his name in here,” he growls, raking his hands up your thighs as he shifts your dress past your knees, letting it ruch just above your navel and pulling your panties down to your ankles that you kick off, “that man infuriates me to no end.”

He leans over you, capturing your lips but before you could kiss back, he’s pulling away, teeth grazing your lower lip. “Sounds like you’re jealous,” you rasp only to receive a firm spank to your rear before his mouth moves to your neck, sucking and marking his territory once again.

“How can that be?” He murmurs against your hot, sweating skin, “I’m the one with the masterpiece.”

Before you could even fathom his words, you’re pushed up against the headboard, making space for Thrawn’s large and toned body between your legs, his cock and balls resting hot and heavy against your bare, wet cunt.

Dazed, you look at the scene between your legs before you, never in a thousand years would you think you would have the Grand Admirals cock just resting against you. On you.

“I’m going to fuck you,” his words both sounded like a command and a promise to which, you mouth a breathless ‘please’.

You whimper in anguish as he presses his cock down against your folds, teasing you as he thrusts his hips back and forth slowly. “I want you to beg. I want you to beg me to slide my cock into your pussy.”

“Please Thrawn, please fuck me. Please fuck me until I cum all over your cock again.” You wiggle your hips, attempting to coax Thrawn’s length to conveniently slip inside but by the size of him, this would be a delicate operation.

“That’s it,” he cooed, gripping his cock and stroking it slowly above you, letting the tip rub against your aching pearl, “you have submitted to me perfectly so far…”

Then, you feel his cock press into you, your pussy opening to welcome him all the way in. You're tender already but the pain that hits you as his cock splits you open is fucking incredible.

It’s hard to read his expression but he’s holding his breath, letting his eyes close he slowly seethes all the way in you. His fingers bruise into your thighs as he keeps them apart as you white-knuckle grip onto the sheets. “Wow,” you keen, “f-fuck - that’s amazing.”

“What a good girl you are,” his blazing eyes meet yours, “and it appears you take my cock exceptionally well.”

The motion of him sliding in and out of you slowly only lasts a few moments before Thrawn gives you everything. Grabbing your hips, he lifts you to meet his now rough and demanding commands, eyes not once leaving your face.

He’s analysing every movement, every sound and every look you make. Like he’s making a mental note of you.

Words strangled in your throat but the gentle groans and low rumble of his rare praises is enough to have your eyes rolling back, cursing loudly as you feel him so full inside you. A prick of heat dances down your spine and settles in your abdomen, increasing the already growing fire of arousal that was quickly overtaking you.

He moves one hand down your body, caressing your breasts from over your dress which has your head tilting back in pleasure but not before he grabs at your throat. His hold isn’t dangerous, in fact it was very alluring as he keeps your focus solely on him. “Don’t you look away from me.”

“Yes, Thrawn.” You pant, gasping as he ever so gently squeezes your throat as he drills hard and fast right into you

Minutes of exctasy pass and soon, Thrawn has flipped you so you straddled on top of him, not once breaking away from you as he ruts his hips upwards, your chest falling against his bare one as he fucks you with great determination.

“O-oh fuck! Thrawn please…!” You whimper pathetically, sobbing into his chest as his arms wrap around your body, pressing you tight against him, confined to his warm skin.

He’s groaning your name, teeth biting into the flesh of your shoulder before he moves you so you’re sat up straight, grabbing hold of your dress so you have nowhere to go. “Ride me. Come on.” With one hard spank to your arse, you squirm in pleasure; eyes locked to his as you began to move your hips to and fro, dragging your pussy along his cock that was soaked with your juices.

Nails biting your hips, you writhe on him, your hands falling to hold onto his toned pectorals, watching as he stares up at you as he fills every inch of you.

His blown pupils show that he is hungry and at long last, he starts to remove your dress. Tossing it to the side, he sits up slowly watching your breasts bounce up and down on your chest as you grind hard on his cock. “Your body would be perfect as a sculpture.” His fingers caress over your stiffened nipples, a hum of satisfaction in his throat. “That way I could admire you when you are in my absence.”

You couldn’t help yourself, planting a heated kiss to his lips as his words spur you on to satisfy the Grand Admiral. His right hand cups your cheek, his tongue sliding in your mouth where you could taste your orgasm from before. “I need you, Thrawn.”

“You are mine.” He murmurs to your lips, noticing as your rhythm starts to get jagged he does you the courtesy of laying you down on your side. And just like the before, he slips behind you but this time also sliding himself inside you.

Legs like jelly, your body is still alight with desire, one arm snaked under your nude body, cupping your jaw as he holds your head back just far enough so he can kiss and nip at your lips. You cock your leg up a bit, allowing Thrawn to fuck you with extra slickness. You take him inside your fluttering cunt with almost no resistance, just enveloping him in a heat that you were desperate for him to not to leave because it feels so good. You feel so good and so full.

The sound of his cock slapping your wet cunt was disgustingly filthy and you kept having the creeping nervous feeling that someone would have heard both of your secret ‘meeting’. “Nobody will enter,” he says as if reading your mind, “try and relax.”

His lips move from yours to your neck, sharp teeth grazing over your already bruised skin as he keeps one hand on your jaw, the other sliding over your breasts and giving them a teasing slap that emits a moan from your throat. “Oh, you like that? Would you care for another?”

And before you could even scream yes, he slaps your tits one more before his hand flies straight to your cunt, fingers expertly caressing your clit that makes your body involuntarily jolt.

“Gorgeous little tart.” He growls, hips now pounding into you that you were certain it was going to leave bruises as he circles his fingers deliciously over your swollen bud.

"Fuckfuckfuckfuck—" you cry, sweat beads trailing down the side of your face, only to have Thrawn's strong tongue dancing with your own.

Toes curling, you're melting into his mouth and under his touch as you whimper that you’re going to cum, only for him to encourage you to do so. And you do.

Your body burns with heat until it feels like you have been doused with water, putting out the flame inside you. You cum harder than you think you ever have in your life. A strangled cry of pleasure is made from your mouth, as if you were in pain but not at all.

“That’s it… what a delicious sight you are.” He purrs, eyes burning with delight as his thrusting lets up, welcoming the feeling of your tight and wet walls caressing around his cock.

Then, you’re being moved into the most compromising position you could be. Your chest is heaving wildly, eyes glistening in lust because despite your legs still shaking from your climax, you are pressed onto your back, legs folding over your body as he crouches between your legs. His cock pushed down straight into your core. His veined hands grip your ankles, keeping you in place as well as using you for balance.

“You have presented yourself so well tonight and you have obeyed me perfectly,” he rasps, mouth almost drooling, “now is time for your reward.”

Speechless, as usual when you’re around him, you’re surprised at how flexible you suddenly are as your feet almost come to the side of your head. His body pressed tight to the backs of your legs until his lips touch yours, rough and demanding just like his thrusts.

The position, the sounds, who you were with was sending your mind into overdrive. Your hands find their way around his back, nails accidentally scratching at his skin that made him hiss subtly as you go to apologise, he says, “harder.”

“What?” You gasp, both from him unexpected pleasure in you clawing at his back and how his cock has filled you completely, tip pushing right to your cervix.

“Harder.”

So you do. Your fingers claw at him desperately, legs aching and clenching your cunt around his cock hungrily making the roll of Thrawn’s hips more violent and his subtle groans of pleasure louder.

His hot breath catches your own as he pressed his sweat-slicked forehead to yours, legs quivering as you pant his name.

“You’re going to take every drop of my seed, do you understand me?” He growls, a shit-eating smirk on his lips as he gauges your reaction.

You nod your head eagerly but it wasn’t a good enough answer for him as he lets go of one of your ankles and wraps a tight hand round your throat. “Answer me.”

“Yes, y-yes.” You cry in pleasure, matching his smirk before time seems to grind to a halt as he plants himself as far as he can go into your womb, letting all of his scorching seed spill out with each pulse from his stiff cock.

Rope after rope of white lace pours into your used pussy, and the Grand Admiral doesn’t dare to pull out before he has made sure that you have received every last drop inside of you.

He lets out a heaved, heated breath before he pulls out of you, the feeling lewd and filthy before he collapses on to the bed beside you.

You lay still, heart racing at what just happened and before you could even turn to look at your Boss, he had stood up and walked across the room and left behind a door.

A twinge of hurt proceeds you as well as the sudden change of temperature in the cold air. You swing your legs round and sit on the edge of the bed, running a hand through your sex-crazed hair before you swipe up your dress in your hands.

Before you could slip away, preparing for the awkward retreat to your own quarters, the door glided open with a hiss.

"I have drawn you a—" His voice filled the room, interrupting your hasty exit, causing you to swallow hard. Glancing over your shoulder, you saw him holding one white robe while draped in another.

"I just... I thought..." Your words trailed off as he advanced toward you, a sudden surge of nervousness overtaking you.

He tilted his head to the side, his gaze penetrating. "Did I not convey that every word I spoke was genuine?" The question hung in the air, his sincerity challenging any wavering doubts.

“It seems too good to be true.” Your sigh carried both disbelief and a tinge of self-doubt as he closed the gap between you, his presence a calming yet overwhelming force. "I don't deserve a man like you," you confessed, your words carrying the weight of uncertainty.

In response, he enveloped you in a comforting embrace of a soft, white robe, shielding your exposed skin from the cool air.

"And why would you think that?" His question hung in the room, probing deeper into your insecurities.

As his actions of tonight seemed to have spoken louder than words, a glimmer of reassurance began to emerge within you. With tender care, he guided you across the room, revealing the spacious bathroom with its welcoming, steam-filled air. The drawn bath exuded an enticing warmth, a stark contrast to the chilly room.

"I want you to be mine. If you will have me," he murmured, his voice resonating with earnestness, echoing the genuine desire for your acceptance.

You turned to meet his gaze, observing the hand clasped in yours before lifting your eyes to his captivating, unique red gaze. There was a captivating allure, something undeniably beautiful and different about him.

Your attempt to decipher his unreadable expression failed as his stoic visage remained unchanged. Yet, those enigmatic eyes held a magnetic pull, drawing you in. "Will you take care of me, Thrawn?" you asked, your voice carrying a vulnerable plea.

"I will do everything in my power for you," he assured you.

The moment lingered, and finally, your lips met his in a tender, gentle kiss. He guided you towards the inviting warmth of the bath, easing your weary body into the scorching water, allowing the tension to dissipate.

"Your face is like art," he suddenly declared, catching you off guard once more. His words prompted a staggered breath, causing you to look up at him as he admired you.

"Do you not agree?" His question tinged your cheeks with doubt and embarrassment.

"I've never viewed myself like that before,"

“I’m sure you will begin to find that you will agree with me for most things,” he drops the robe from his body and gestures you to sit forward and as you do, you sigh heavenly as he slips in behind you, arms wrapping around your body as your back is brought to his chest.

"And soon you will agree and see why you belong with me," he murmured, his voice carrying a sense of quiet assurance as he tenderly ran warm water up and down your arms, creating a serene atmosphere enveloping both of you in a comfortable moment.

His tender care continued as he focused on you, his lips trailing softly over the marks he had left on your neck. Whispered words of praise graced your skin, creating a delicate symphony of affectionate gestures, each touch and utterance a testament to his adoration for you.

Later that night as you grew tired, he gently carried you back to his bed and settled beside you, drifting off to sleep, the weight of your actions pressed heavily on your mind. The realisation dawned that this relationship would be far from ordinary. He held power, wealth—everything beyond your reach but he was offering it to you. a fundamental shift, a leap into an entirely different world.

Maybe, just maybe, this unexpected turn could be the shift you had been waiting for your entire life.

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Lose It

Grand Admiral Thrawn x Female Reader

Summary: As Governor Pryce's assistant, you've had to put up with a lot of things and meet a lot of stuck up imperials with flying colors, but when Grand Admiral Thrawn lands on Lothal, you find yourself stuttering upon your words, flustered, and invited to a gala dinner that'll define your career.

Tags/warnings: SMUT. 18+ adults only. Corporate struggles, Pryce being mean, first meetings, alcohol consumption, making out, PiV sex unprotected, fingering. This is my first time in a long while writing Thrawn, so sorry if any of this is ooc.

Word count: 8042

Playlist: Lose it by Oh Wonder - and its Jerry Folk Remix for the smut 👀

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With your eyes glued to the datapad, you felt as if caf would be the only thing to get you through that morning.

Sunrises on Lothal were beautiful, and yet, you were never able to enjoy them. Your desk on the seventh floor, a place relatively close to the much more humane office destined for your boss, was in a tiny reception room that had no windows; you'd have to walk a good kilometer inside the facility for you to get a glimpse of the outside world. You didn't mind the walking - it was always good for your mind whenever you felt saturated - but lately it seemed as if your boss had the uncanny ability to always demand something new from you whenever you resolved to walk out that door to do anything remotely human. Never being one to be superstitious, when it came to Governor Pryce, you wouldn't give her any more leverage.

You scoffed lightly at yourself. With the boss you had, it was a miracle the cup of caf you were drinking was actually for yourself and not for her. You had a little wager going on in your head to see what else that woman could take from you - so far, she'd already claimed your motivation and a good chunk of your faith in the Empire.

You regretted having Pryce on your thoughts when a notification pushed itself to the corner of your datapad. I'm not available, you thought to yourself, as if that had ever kept you from doing anything that was beneath you before, or worse, getting locked in a task that would absorb all your time and sucked the energy out of you like a leech. There never seemed to be an in between. You scanned the subject and, though you didn't hear alarms being set off in your mind, you did find your interest piqued.

URGENT: Imperial High Command Visit, Subject Classified. All imperial personnel directly reporting to levels SC6 and above must report to direct management for instructions.

And sure enough, you'd have no more peace for the remainder of the morning when you read that. You downed the rest of your caf and mentally braced yourself for what was to come. It wasn't uncommon for you to receive messages like that, but something big usually happened when you did, and you were used to finding out who or what it was about until the very last moments. It looked like it would simply be one of those days, so you grabbed your datapad and left your desk, making your way across the little reception room and into Pryce's office.

One thing you figured you could appreciate about Pryce was that there was never any beating around the bush, and it always made things a lot quicker, even in situations when it felt like you were having a band aid ripped from you. More like a piece of duct tape, but it was quick either way. And when you walked into her office, your back straight and gaze placed directly on your boss, donning what she would deem the desirable posture of an Imperial public servant, Pryce was already standing up from behind her desk with her blue eyes piercing into you.

Only she could make such a beautiful eye color look so menacing.

"You're here not two minutes after my comm was sent," Pryce commented. "I want that efficiency from you every day."

You were that efficient every day, but you weren't about to argue with Pryce about her short-sightedness.

"Put everything you were working with on hold for now," Pryce told you.

You didn't question the importance of the current events, but you never liked it when she told you to cast things aside to make room for her new wishes.

"I need you to send this out as a comm to all staff levels SC5 and below," Pryce handed you a drive, "and then I need you to make sure Congregation Room 2 is set to receive a minimum of seven people, but leave three extra chairs and make sure it's well stocked in refreshments. Put all my comms outside of lines 1 and 2 on standby, redirect comms from lines 4 and 6 towards you, I'm sure those are all things you can handle."

Pryce began walking past you outside of her office, leaving you to follow as you made a mental list of what she was asking.

"Do not answer any questions you're asked by anyone," Pryce continued. "At the most, tell anyone who wants to know to refer to the comm I'm asking you to send out. Now, in that hard drive you'll find the comm, two diagrams, a statement, and a final comm different to the first one which must be sent out only to levels SC6 and above - they are all in the order they're meant to be sent out and the time and date is encrypted in their properties. Stick to them like clockwork, and program anything you need ahead of time. We cannot afford mistakes, I hope I'm clear about that. Once you're done with these duties, find me. I'll need you at my side the whole day."

"Yes, Governor Pryce," you answered with your most professional tone.

Pryce stopped in front of your desk in the reception. "One more thing. Tomorrow night there will be a welcoming gala on the higher levels of the facility. I assume you have something to wear?"

"Ma'am?" You questioned, inevitably puzzled. You were open to many requests from Pryce, and while nearly nothing surprised you anymore, it really sounded like Pryce was inviting you to a fancy event.

"You won't be dancing and fine dining," Pryce sneered. "You'll be assisting me as well as the logistics staff for the event. And, I cannot repeat this with enough emphasis, we cannot afford mistakes. Understand?"

"Yes, ma'am," you answered again.

Pryce was about to leave the reception and finally give you room to work, but she stopped and looked at you again.

"Ah, and refill the caf pots for the entire floor, we're all going to need it," Pryce spat before finally leaving without so much as a thank you or goodbye.

Would you like me to refill the fat cats' caf pots before or after I send out a highly important, classified comm to the entire facility? It was all you could do not to roll your eyes. You didn't want any cameras catching you in the act.

Luckily, you'd gotten very good at prioritizing. The high commands could wait for their caf, and if they couldn't, they could very well brew it themselves. The first thing on the list was checking the drive Pryce had given you so that you could write out any comms and either send them or program them, so you plugged the drive into your computer. You found that one of the diagrams Pryce had told you about wasn't meant to be sent out, but rather, it was full of instructions for you. And according to those instructions, you'd have time to be a professional performing tasks worthy of her level before fulfilling a caf quest that was very much beneath you.

But the other diagram caught your eye - it was a command structure you'd never seen before. You knew many of the names on it, and when you read the one at the top, began to grasp the magnitude of what was happening at Lothal. It seemed Pryce wouldn't be the top authority on the planet anymore, she'd now be answering to someone who carried a title far more imposing than hers.

The diagram was meant to be sent out with the first comm, so you read the draft, and you didn't know whether you should panic, be excited, or hide from anyone who already recognized you as assistant to the Governor who would want privileged answers. Words like Command Structure Reformation, High Level Staff Transition, and Low-level Cost Reduction caught your eye. You'd heard whispers of new projects and seen the factories that were being built on Lothal from afar, and it seemed you were the one being tasked with telling the facility about that. But you had the hunch something like this would only leave everyone with more questions than answers. No wonder Pryce had warned you about people asking you things, but you doubted it was out of any effort to protect you. She'd essentially just asked you to keep from saying anything that might spill any secrets.

You sent out the first comm immediately and scheduled anything else for the day, including the comm about the gala—that one got you wondering if you'd at least be paid extra, but you had little faith in that. When you were done with that, you locked the computer and removed the drive, and you took your datapad with you as well for whatever came up. You were now headed towards Congregation Room 2 to oversee its preparations, hoping to swiftly fulfill the second part of your instructions for that morning, but as you were leaving the reception room and entering the main hallway, you were abruptly almost bumped into by Pryce herself, who rushed down the hall followed by three Imperial men in high-ranking uniforms. Despite her urgency, she stopped to glare at you.

"Do not tell me you're only just finishing the comms," Pryce snarled. "Hurry up and fill the pots! Are you trying to make the staff furious?"

Without any other acknowledgement towards you, Pryce and the other imperials continued on their way. You felt heat rushing to your cheeks with the words you couldn't say to her, such as how perhaps she forgot what it was like to do routine comm writing or basically any other task the commoner would have to do any day and how long some of those could take ever since she got a high horse and an assistant. But you also knew if you stood there pondering, you'd get yelled at again—the fact that Pryce had chosen to do that in front of others made your blood boil, but as much as you didn't appreciate being humiliated as "that aloof assistant" in front of anyone, you had things to do, lowly as they were.

Another push notification presented itself on your datapad, which you stopped in your tracks to look at.

From: Governor Pryce

On your desk I left a stack of binders for Congregation Room 2. Do not forget them.

You added that little detail to the list of things to keep track of.

With each pot of caf you filled, a tiny part in your brain wondered if anyone would notice if you spat in it. The thought amused you, but you also feared Pryce far too much to try any stunts like that. Something told you she'd notice you sabotaging a pot of caf even if she was on a different planet. You let your fantasies of getting away with mischief get you through that particularly unpleasant part of the morning and finally headed back to your desk for the binders from Pryce and then towards the congregation room, walking so fast you would run if you went any quicker. It was a miracle you didn't drop the binders in the middle of the hallway, and you were happy fate was apparently smiling at you that day to prevent any more embarrassment in front of Imperial high command.

When you arrived, you were pleased to see that the room wasn't a mess. The large table in the center was perfectly clean, with no traces of dust, and the chairs had already been pushed in and straightened out neatly. The room had that corporate smell to it that you both loved and hated, and it was so quiet that it was oddly peaceful. You liked the way the blueish-gray walls were embellished by the large paintings on the walls, one on each of the longer sides of the room. You wished you had more time to admire them both, one of the landscapes of Lotha, and the other one far more abstract with bright shades of orange, magenta, some yellow, and hints of gold on a cream-colored canvas.

You set a binder down on each spot of the table, and then you tested the light dimmers in the room. You then placed a bottle of water next to each binder, and finally, you brewed a pot of caf for the Congregation Room that you hoped would be your last, at least for that day. Still, you admitted you could use another cup of fully loaded black caf yourself.

For a while, the sound of the caf brewing was the only thing to fill your ears. You watched the rich, dark droplets falling into the pot and filling it, letting your mind get some sort of rest. You had the strange feeling that you'd been worked to the bone and yet you hadn't accomplished anything that day... that was a feeling you got very often in your job.

"Strange to see two very opposing art pieces put together in one room," a deep, male voice inundated your senses, rich and luxurious like the caf filling the pot in front of you.

Despite the voice's velvet qualities, you jumped up on the spot, startled, and you turned to face its source.

"I apologize, I did not mean to startle you," he said. He was a tall Chiss man in a white uniform, his profile frame facing you as he faced the painting of the landscape of Lothal's countryside. His posture was regal, with his hands placed behind his back, resting in lightly formed fists. "It would seem a more traditional choice to have paintings that are similar to one another, enough for them to complement but not cause any redundancy."

When he finished speaking, the man looked at you, his deep crimson gaze both gentle and penetrating on you.

"Would you agree?" He asked you.

You didn't have an idea of what to answer, and even if you did, you were stunned. You'd never crossed paths with someone like him before - his aura was intoxicating, and the fact that he had deemed you worthy of addressing spiraled in your mind. Any other imperial would have looked at you over the nose and deemed their time too important to waste on a mere assistant.

"I-I-" You paused to clear your throat, cursing your sudden inability to speak. "I have indeed seen that tendency in other places, just not here. Personally, I like the other painting a lot more."

Your mind began to race as you worried whether you were supposed to salute him or do anything, but it would depend on his rank. You figured standing up straight and not making a further fool out of yourself would suffice, but you looked over at the plaque over his chest just to be sure.

It wasn't a pattern or a rank you recognized. Had that man smitten you that hard?

He gave you the hint of a smile before turning around and looking at the other painting, the abstract piece, and he took his time to admire it. You wondered if perhaps you should offer him a cup of caf, ask him if he was there for the staff meeting, comment more on the painting... you had no clue.

But the silence was suffocating you, and you knew you wanted to hear more of his luscious voice. You looked at the plaque on his chest and took your best guess at his rank judging by the sequence of colors - you didn't get to be assistant to the Governor without memorizing imperial structure level well before.

"Admiral," you stammered minimally, "is there something I can help you with?"

Slowly, his frame turned towards you, his lips again curved ever so slightly. "It is Grand Admiral, actually."

You felt heat rushing to your cheeks - even your best guess based on your experience didn't save you from messing up in front of the greatest force of nature that facility had seen in a while.

"O-oh, I apogolize--er, apologize," you stuttered.

You wanted to scream, so you resorted to just doing it internally. It then dawned on you who this man really was based on his rank alone. The reason your morning had been so hectic was standing right there in front of you, watching you squirm. This was the man Governor Pryce would answer to from now on. Grand Admiral Thrawn. You straightened your back at the realization and bowed your head shortly before looking him in the eyes again, and much to your surprise, he seemed amused with you. Not in the high-and-mighty way, but rather, it was almost as if something about you was endearing.

"You may be at ease," Thrawn said. "I would like to hear your thoughts on this abstract piece. You said you prefer this over the other one."

You breathed in before speaking and hoped your language skills didn't fail you again, and you took just a couple of paces closer to him, allowing yourself to view the painting better.

"Well, I'm no expert," you warned.

"You do not have to be," Thrawn mused. "Appreciation of the arts can be enhanced by knowledge, but the true purpose of art is to produce sensations in the viewer. Any insight you may have to share is valuable."

You looked at the painting again and found it in yourself to relax. "I like the warmth of the colors. And their livelihood, too. It makes me think of freedom, and the gold flecks seem to speak about the beauty of that freedom, as well as the luxury of having it."

"This desire of freedom speaks to you?" He asked you.

You then realized you were talking about lacking freedom to an Imperial Grand Admiral, and you felt your already racing heart quicken.

"I'm grateful for my work and I have no complaints," you corrected despite your many complaints about your boss that morning, easing yourself back into what the painting produced within you. "It's just that... the bright pinks and oranges are hard not to notice in the middle of these gray walls... they can become confining after too many hours in them."

"Hm," Thrawn hummed. "I always prefer having a view myself. I share your sentiment."

You figured having a Grand Admiral's agreement on an art matter was the biggest compliment you'd get that day.

"Might I ask," you began, "what do you think of it?"

Thrawn side-eyed you, but the attitude with which he did it seemed pleased, as well as intrigued with you. He then looked at the painting again. "This color palette reminds me of a current I've been witnessing in none other but rebellious efforts. There is a certain diversity to it, as well as the clear nature of abstract art mirroring the rebellion itself. Your observations of the contrast of the color with the gray of our facilities and the need for freedom only confirm to me that I was not far off with my own initial interpretation."

You were dazed, and the need to speak more plunged into you like thorns.

"How interesting," you said with an airy voice. "For these sorts of emotions to be manifested to multiple people in a similar way."

"Yes," Thrawn said. "Though current context may have some influence on this... collective perception."

Before the conversation could advance, you heard the sound of Governor Pryce's voice approaching from down the hall, her words quick and frantic, clashing with your and Thrawn's aura like nails scratching smooth stone. Soon enough, Pryce appeared at the door of the room with a large number of Imperials behind her, and though she was relieved to find Thrawn there, you could tell she was displeased at the sight of you standing with him.

"Grand Admiral, please excuse the lack of hospitality," Pryce said as she glared at you.

"Not at all, Governor Pryce, I have been well-received," Thrawn said; you could have sworn you noticed him glance at you as he did.

Regardless of Thrawn trying to ease some of the weight off you, the last thing you wanted was to have Pryce suspect anything less than decent coming from you. But fortunately, you noticed Pryce scanning the room, hopefully noticing everything was set up exactly according to her instruction. And now that she had come to you, it wasn't necessary for you to go out and look for her like she'd told you earlier.

Pryce suppressed a scoff. "Yes, well, it appears this room has been prepared properly for your arrival." She then faced the rest of the Imperials behind her. "Please come in. My assistant will help accommodate you."

You understood the instruction and acknowledged Thrawn one last time before walking over to the doorway and directing multiple people towards their chairs around the table. Before Pryce took her own seat, she approached you and leaned in close to your shoulder - your mind raced with the question of whether she would congratulate or choke you.

"You are not to be left alone with the Grand Admiral again, do you understand?" She whispered, but the aggression of her tone was anything but inconspicuous.

"Yes ma'am," you acknowledged without trying to offer any explanation in return.

"Stay here at the back of the room," Pryce ordered. "Oblige to any request these officers may have. I don't want slip-ups."

"Yes, ma'am," you repeated.

"And this goes without saying, but none of what you are about to hear us discuss leaves this room," Pryce added. "This is of the highest confidentiality."

You nodded. "I understand, ma'am."

You knew Pryce was mad at finding you alone with Thrawn, but if she still kept you at that meeting, you had no reason to fear you'd be unemployed tomorrow. The meeting took hours, all through which you kindly obliged to whatever was needed from you.

And you felt crimson eyes on you all the while.

*

The morning after, bright and early, you arrived at your office and noticed a surprise on your desk. Pryce was nowhere to be seen, but on top of the stack of folders and datapads waiting for you to check on them, there was a bag over your desk with a delicate parchment on it that had your name written in ink. It looked large enough to hold a gown, and you remembered Pryce had mentioned something about you having an outfit for the welcoming gala you'd attend that night.

Pryce got me a dress? Employer review season must be coming up.

You pushed the jokes aside in your brain and decided to be more appreciative. Besides, it was far more likely Pryce would rather give you what she wanted you to wear before risking letting you make a poor fashion choice, thus surely rendering the welcoming gala a complete, unsaveable failure.

You took the parchment from the bag and noticed the other side of it had more writing on it.

Art deserves to be appreciated.

You felt your heart skip a beat and the oxygen leaving your head. That dress wasn't from Pryce, it was from Thrawn. It made you all the more motivated to unzip the dress bag and look at what was inside, and you felt your breath leaving your body when you saw the exquisite black fabric of the long gown. The outer layer of the dress was primarily lace, with sequins and beads very discreetly forming delicate flower forms every few inches. You knew it was high couture when your fingertips brushed the fabric, the quality evident under your touch—you tried not to think how much it cost.

Were you even supposed to accept a gift like that? You weren’t sure. It might not even fit, and even if it did, maybe you were expected to return it after the gala.

But who were you to refuse a request from a Grand Admiral? It’s not as if Pryce hadn’t told you to oblige to anything those Imperials the day before, and to your knowledge, that included Thrawn.

That day at work didn’t have you running up and down the facility like the day before, constantly required at Pryce’s side, beck, and call, but the workload didn’t stop. Between comms regarding structure changes, further details being given to the public, overseeing preparations for the gala and familiarizing yourself with the guestlist of the event, and the routine work you always did day to day for Pryce, you were hardly able to leave your desk.

But all that made the end of the day much sweeter, and when you were off your shift, you hurried home with the gown in hand. Quickly, you showered, dried your hair and styled it for the night, dolled yourself up with makeup and perfume, and at last, it was time for the dress. You were suddenly nervous about the dress not fitting, but when you tried it on, it slipped on you with ease and hugged your silhouette beautifully. The crop of the dress was perfect for your body type, and it accentuated your curves in all the right places.

Either Thrawn had someone investigate all your measurements to find the perfect fit, or he was able to eye you up and down and determine that for himself. Either way, your heart began to race. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t like the attention you were getting.

You grabbed a pair of shoes that went well with the dress and added some finishing touches to yourself, and you still had about an hour to spare before the time Pryce had asked you to be at the facility pre-event. You were out your door regardless. You figured, for an event like that, arriving sooner couldn’t hurt if only it meant having a bit more control over it.

As Pryce’s assistant, you’d been to the higher levels of the capitol a few times before for events of the sort, but you’d never seen the place decorated like it was now. The burgundy walls looked even more opulent with the warm golden lighting, and there were several tables laid out around a dance floor, each one decorated with similar burgundy, wine, and gold motifs with extravagant floral centerpieces and delicate glassware for each member that would occupy a spot in them. At the head of the dance floor there was an elongated table whose decoration matched that of the others, with exactly seven seats on it. Your chest fluttered when you glanced at the middle seat. Your day of overseeing preparations for the event had made you all too familiar with who would be occupying that spot.

You still had a job to do. You made sure the logistics team was spot on with last-minute arrangements, verifying there was enough food and wine for everyone who would be there. You went to confirm that every sound, music, and holo-projection worked properly and no one would be embarrassed on behalf of technical difficulties. Because of you, everything was spot-on well before any guests started arriving.

Timely as always, the first one to do so was Pryce. She donned an elegant gown, but as elegant as she looked, she still had that authoritarian air to her, rather than the aura of someone who went to enjoy herself. And she looked around the room not turning up her nose at anything; it seemed she was satisfied with your work for the time being. She walked up to you, and although you’d done a good job, you knew not to expect congratulations from her.

“Perform routine checks every fifteen minutes,” she instructed. “Light, sound, refreshments, staff—we need full stock at all times.”

“Yes, ma’am,” you replied.

It was only then that Pryce stopped and looked at you up and down.

“Where did you get a gown like that?” She questioned. “You look like a guest.” “It just happened to be lying around,” you answered. No way were you about to tell her it was a gift from Thrawn.

“Yes, well, good on you for matching the event’s elegance,” Pryce said. “I shall leave you to your duties. I need to receive the guests at the door, but you’ll need to take them to their places.”

If you didn’t know any better, you’d swear Pryce had just complimented you in some way. Regardless, you obliged to her orders and powered up your datapad to view the seating charts, and soon enough, everyone began to arrive. You were grateful you’d chosen a comfortable pair of shoes for the night, otherwise your feet would have already been killing you from walking up and down the room taking everyone to their places. You were unaware of how much time had gone past, but it seemed like you’d successfully gotten almost everyone to their chairs. The next time you were at the entrance to receive your next guest, you glanced down at your datapad to get a clearer vision of how many seats were still empty.

You then looked up to find crimson eyes staring at you, and you were unable to control the smile that curved your lips. In turn, Thrawn’s gaze traced your entire silhouette, and the intoxicating scent of your perfume didn’t escape him. His faint smile held triumph; he was always pleased when his plans worked out according to his machination.

“May I lead you towards your seat?” You asked him.

He nodded and, to your surprise, Thrawn held out his arm bent at a right angle and offered it to you. You raised your eyebrows and looked at him, puzzled.

“A lady must never cross a ballroom such as this unescorted,” he said to you.

If you hadn’t been working that night, you already would have given out.

You obliged to Thrawn’s offer and linked your arm in his as you led him towards the long table at the top of the dance floor. It was hard to ignore the looks you were getting, and you were privy to the confusion in the eyes of many of the people who were looking your way, no doubt questioning themselves why such a lovely lady at the arm of the Grand Admiral was also clearly an employee. You were certain that if they hadn’t already seen you leading them to their spots with a datapad in your hands, you would have been mistaken for Thrawn’s plus one.

You reached the table and gestured at the middle seat, where Thrawn sat in all his regality. With a final nod of acknowledgement, you smiled at him and made your way back towards the entrance, aware of the fact that you swayed your hips slightly more than usual as you walked away.

Hours wore on. Your management of the event was spotless, and everything was on schedule. The food during dinner was warm, and no one was left waiting obscenely long for a refill of their drink. Speeches were made by the staff, including Pryce and Thrawn himself, talking not only about the supremacy of the Empire but also the great plans they had in mind for Lothal—but you’d already heard enough of that during the meeting the day before.

After dinner and all the formalities, the gathering turned more festive and people took to the dance floor to sway to the elegant string music. From that point on, the night also relaxed for you and the rest of the staff, as everyone was mostly just minding their own business. You stood at the corner of the room watching as everyone danced, and you couldn’t help but search for Thrawn with your gaze. A part of you hoped not to find him dancing with another lucky woman, but you shook the thought away. He wasn’t on the dance floor anyway.

In fact, you couldn’t spot him anywhere.

Your thoughts were interrupted when Pryce rushed to you, seemingly concerned.

“You need to get General Perkins some water, now,” she said.

You nodded and pulled your datapad out. “Getting a waiter on it now—”

“No,” Pryce interrupted. “No, the man is drunk out of his mind. I fear what he’ll do if he’s confronted by a waiter. You at least look the part of a partygoer.”

“O-okay,” you obliged.

“Hurry,” Pryce growled before walking off.

You partly understood the urgency; you didn’t want a drunk imperial on your hands either. You hurried over to the bar and filled two glasses with water and carried both on a tray with your data pad on the other hand. You tried to make your way around the dance floor, but everyone was gathered around the tables at the edges, and from afar, you noticed General Perkins already beginning to swoon in his seat, his eyes threatening to close as he laughed absently.

Yeah, no wonder Pryce had told you to hurry. The dance floor wasn’t as crowded anyway—you figured you had better chances going through it.

You came to regret your decision when, halfway across the dancefloor, another less than graceful Imperial general crashed into you. You managed to keep your balance and not fall, but your datapad was knocked out of your hand and slammed to the floor loudly. The water from both of the glasses splashed all over you, and the glasses shattered on the floor scandalously followed by the clanking of the silver tray after them.

Everyone around you took several steps back, leaving you exposed. The general who’d crashed into you disappeared without acknowledging you, and you were the sole center of embarrassment, feeling as the blood rushed to your face. You wanted to hide, but multiple pairs of eyes pierced into you, judging you, whispering amongst themselves words you didn’t even want to speculate.

Pryce rushed towards you and glanced at the scene before glaring straight into your soul.

“You’re fired,” she spat, and as she left, she gestured at two nearby waiters to clean up the mess.

Your chest heaved up and down as you processed what had just happened, and just as you were about to run away from the scene, you felt your hand being taken and an arm gripping swiftly at your waist. You gasped when Thrawn came into your view in front of you, holding you up despite what had just happened, and you could almost feel everyone’s soul leaving their body. Before Thrawn met your gaze, he looked over at the band and with a single nod instructed them to begin playing. When the music resumed, Thrawn’s gaze finally met yours, and he led you across the dance floor, spinning you and waltzing with you, becoming one with the music.

Your jaw dropped, and your eyes on him were dreamy. “Why are you doing this?”

He smiled at you, purposefully spinning the two of you more elaborately. “Dance, my darling. Dance.”

Exhaling all the tension in your chest, you smiled up at Thrawn and let him dance you away.

Around you, couples began to swarm to the dance floor once more minding the waiters cleaning up the shattered glass. In the second plane, you could hear the drunken general already making a mess, but that wasn’t your problem anymore now that Pryce had fired you. You simply let Thrawn lead the way, and when you weren’t dancing with him, you were at his side with your arm in his, holding a glass of champagne in your free hand that you never would have gotten as an assistant, and you actually found it in yourself to enjoy the evening.

When it was late, Thrawn led you outside to the courtyard. You both stopped and looked each other in the eyes—he towered over you, and you loved that. You smiled softly at him, eyes seemingly sparkling in the dark.

“Thank you for what you did back there,” you said.

Thrawn’s faint smile widened almost imperceptibly. “My pleasure.”

You looked down, blushing. “Thank you for the gown, too.”

Thrawn gave a low chuckle. “You look exquisite in it.”

A thought formed in the back of your mind at what he’d just said, and suddenly you found blood rushing between your legs at the idea of you being outside of the beautiful gown.

“Shall I take you home?” He asked you.

Your heart sank, but just as you were about to accept, you noticed Thrawn moving himself closer to you, his hand moving up to your cheek to gently brush your skin.

“Or perhaps… you would like to accompany me?” Thrawn suggested.

You knew you could say no, but every fiber of your body wanted to follow him wherever he could take you. Slowly, you nodded, desire already flooding your gaze, and the transition from the courtyard to his private quarters went by in a blur. You felt slightly out of touch when you stood in the opulent living room, unsure of what to do—you’d never done anything of the sort before. The place was absolutely beautiful, though, with a regal blue and silver color palette and a large window overlooking the entire Lothal skyline. The furniture inside was of the highest grade, and there were multiple paintings, crafts, and sculptures decorating the place. Not even in your wildest dreams did you picture yourself standing in a place like that, but regardless, there you were.

Thrawn gestured at the couch in front of an automatic fireplace that ignited when you sat, and he disappeared for a few moments only to return with two glasses of wine. He sat next to you, handing you your glass, setting his cup on the caf table as you took a sip from your cup. That was the best wine you’d ever tasted.

After a few moments in silence, Thrawn took your cup and placed it on the table next to his. His hands went up to cup your face where his fingertips could gently brush the hair growing out of the nape of your neck, and he leaned in to kiss your lips. You sighed into his touch and let him in. your hands brushed up his arms and past his shoulders, and your arms wrapped around his upper back. Part of you expected him to push forward and take you there on that couch, but you felt Thrawn standing and pulling you along with him, pausing his kiss to lead you across the room towards his chamber. The bedroom’s opulent aesthetic matched that of the living room, and when you both entered, you noticed Thrawn pressing a control on the walls that lowered a solid gray curtain over the large window and dimmed the lights.

It was then that your gaze fell on the large bed at the center of the room, causing you to whimper softly in anticipation. You heard Thrawn chuckle softly behind you as he approached you with his fingertips softly tracing up the sides of your arms, landing at your shoulders. He swept your hair away from your neck and you felt his breath fanning over your skin, flooding you with shivers in the best way possible.

“You are gorgeous,” Thrawn whispered before kissing you just below your ear. He trailed his kisses down towards your collarbone, stopping where the fabric of your gown began only to make his way back up. You sighed in pleasure as you relished in every tingling sensation left by his lips, and before long, you felt Thrawn’s fingers beginning to undo the zipper at the side of your gown.

You felt the fabric of your dress becoming loose on your body, and as Thrawn continued to lavish your skin, he carefully slipped the dress down your curves. Your body was now exposed, with the only item of fabric left on you being a delicate pair of panties. You turned around on the spot and faced him, watching as his eyes brushed through every inch of your body with hunger. His hands were now on your waist pulling you closer to him again, and he kissed your lips with a brighter fire than before. Your hands snaked up his chest and landed behind his neck, your fingertips playing with his skin just above the rim of his neckline. Thrawn looked handsome in his white uniform, but you wanted him to be naked too.

You wondered if he could read your mind, because as you continued to kiss, Thrawn undid the buttons of his blazer and he cast it aside, proceeding to remove the shirt that covered his skin. With a light moan, you let your hands roam free towards his trousers and undid the belt, button, and zipper, and soon enough, he’d lost all the clothing on his body. You felt his fingertips curling around your panties, spreading the fabric enough to pull it down and let it fall at your feet. His hands explored your curves before he led you towards the bed, letting you lie on your back and taking his place beside you, his broad frame hovering over you.

He kissed your lips again, and you sank into the mattress below as you felt your body shiver with his touch. Thrawn’s fingertips had found your inner thighs, tracing ever so softly and igniting your senses, prompting you to spread your legs nice and slow as he continued to tease the sensitive skin leading up between your legs. You felt your pulse come alive in your clit, aching for his touch, hoping he wouldn’t keep you waiting for so long. Thrawn had been such a gentleman ever since you’d met… surely he wouldn’t let you down when he’d already been doing so well.

Thrawn’s lips curved into a seductive smile, and finally, he traced a sole fingertip from your entrance and up your cunt, dragging the wetness over your sensitive flesh. You couldn’t help the ecstatic moan that left you, and Thrawn wasted no more time. With precision, he began to rub circles around your clit slowly, letting you feel everything. As your breath deepened, your body started squirming under him, a sight he welcomed with lust. His lips were on yours again, and you kissed him hungrily. Your pants became shorter with every moment that passed, already nearing your release.

But as much as Thrawn wanted you, he wouldn’t be impatient. He would take his time, do it right, the way he approached everything else. His fingers gave your clit a rest, making you whimper in the absence of his touch. Thrawn emerged from your lips and looked into your eyes as he took his fingers down and placed them at your entrance, sliding one slender, long finger inside you and curling it, pressing your sweetest spot. Pleasure instantly flooded your senses, and you felt as if you’d just had a secret revealed to you of the magnitude of the universe itself.

No one had ever made you feel that way.

You grind your hips against his hand, aching for more friction, and Thrawn obliged. The pace with which he fingered you increased just slightly, applying more pressure to set your mind ablaze, and the rest of his hand pressed slightly on your clit, giving you some very welcome sensations on the pearl of nerves. Your tiny whimpers escalated in pitch and in frequency the closer you got, with your hands gripping his hair behind his head, until soon you felt yourself tightening around his finger and your body quivering. Your whimpers became uncontrollable moans, each filled with burning ecstasy. Your head pressed back onto the pillow, and as your body shook, you felt your wetness dripping out between your legs as you rode out your orgasm, never wanting it to stop.

Before you were overstimulated, Thrawn retrieved his hand and pulled you towards him. Now he was lying on his back and you were sitting on the bed, panting to catch your breath. He pulled you closer, prompting you to get on top of him, and you stopped only momentarily to gasp at his erection, long and hard and ready for you. You placed your hands firmly on his muscular chest, steadying yourself, and you opened your legs and shimmied down until you felt his tip at your entrance.

A short moan escaped Thrawn when you slid yourself down on him. You were slow, taking in every moment you could as he stretched you out inside, painful and beautiful all at once. His length was fully inside you, and with a firm grip on your hips, Thrawn thrust up and down, beginning at a slow, luxurious pace. You threw your head back, moaning, then looked down to bask in the sight of his muscular build clenching and relaxing with his movements. You bent over and let your lips kiss whatever spot of Thrawn’s skin was in reach, and the new position gave you a mind-blowing angle for his length to lavish your inner walls, brushing past the spots he’d already left so sensitive from your previous orgasm. Thrawn’s pace quickened, nuzzling your face so that your lips could find his, and locked in a kiss, you continued basking in the bliss.

His hands then firmly grasped your ass and he turned you over on the bed, now on top of you. While Thrawn’s pace had initially been that of a gentleman, slow and at your service, you could tell he’d decided to let go of any bars holding him. His hips hammered into you faster, his teeth baring in a hungry grimace as a single low growl escaped him, and in return, you whimpered delicately as you let him have his way with you. Thrawn was moving faster than you ever could have thought possible for any man, but even that thought would be erased from your mind when you saw white. Your long, ecstatic moans filled the entirety of his quarters when your walls clenched around his girth and your body quaked underneath him, with his name and his rank escaping you loosely before those words became nothing but helpless little whines.

As Thrawn felt himself approaching his release, he lowered himself down on you to kiss your lips. You whimpered into him just as your second orgasm had died down, escalating obscenely quickly into a third one, the sensations peaking when your orgasm blended with his and you felt him release inside you before he relaxed his body on top of you.

After such an endeavor, you had no headspace left for anything but lying there beside him. You heard Thrawn whisper a few words to you, but you couldn’t make sense of any of what he said. The last thing you could register as you curled up on your side was the feeling of a blanket being draped over you and a pair of lips softly pressing a kiss to your forehead, and after that, you were done for the night.

Your sleep was dreamless, and when you woke up the morning after, you didn’t see Thrawn beside you. As you sat up, you felt a beautiful lingering soreness between your legs, and you couldn’t help but giggle to yourself as you remembered the events of the previous night, not just your time alone with Thrawn, but everything that led up to it. The curtain had been lifted from the window, and you saw outside that the sun was well up in the sky, and yet, you didn’t have a worry in the world.

You got out of the bed with the blanket wrapped around your body, and on the nightstand, you noticed a tray with a piece of bread, a glass of juice, and a tiny vase with a single red rose on it. You grinned brightly and felt your cheeks getting hot, and you reached for the little parchment that rested beside the plate of bread, smiling as you read the fine calligraphy.

Have a beautiful day. See you tonight.

You lay on the bed again, smiling with a dreamy sigh and holding the parchment in your hand as you let your mind wonder what you’d do with your newfound time and freedom until the night came and you could see your lover again.

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"We have been called criminals, but we are not. We are rebels. Fighting for the people. Fighting for you."

I made a playlist for the Ghost crew from Star Wars Rebels! Please check it out!

I am not wasting my life. I help people. I lead ships into battle. I am part of something bigger.

We are fighting a bigger fight, but it's still the right fight

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Here’s the second part done for with for @nahoney22’s awesome fic, A Warrior’s Need. ✨

Slight NSFW, Thrawn x Reader. 💙

You can find the fic here.

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Me @ Thrawn

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Also, how come Thrawn is one of Star Wars best villains, Palpatine’s favorite boy after Vader and we have SO FUCKING LITTLE FANFICTION FOR HIM????????

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Hello dear👋

Can I as for a Thrawn xF!reader

Reader Is force sensitive, and when she was young, she was kidnapped and used for her abilities .

At some point, the ascendancy "rescued" her only to put her in service as a Skywalker .

Now as an adult, she serves under Thrawn and they fall in love, but she has plans to run away. she feels like the chisss are treating her like something beneath them, only good for her abilities not much better than those that have taken her before .

Hi dear ! Will they be strong? Will love prevail? Well you just have to read...

Thrawn x F!reader

Tags : enslavement, casual xenophobia

You shudder. 

And the lights subside. 

You deeply breathe and take out your sensory-depriving helmet. With a resounding thud, the Springhawk leaves hyperspace to regain normal space, a massive green planet taking half of the bay. Slowly you are coming back to your senses, feeling all the Chiss around you agitating themself at their tasks and duties, blatantly ignoring you. 

You don’t really mind. In fact, you prefer it that way, it allows you to come back at your pace and in peace without having to pretend to be polite to someone else. Descending from that high takes a toll on your body and mind and you usually don’t have it in you to be nice and agreeable to your colleagues. 

Colleagues... 

Jailers would be more appropriate. 

“Congratulations, Navigator (Y/n)’(F/n). You successfully guided us to our destination in record time.” Your Senior Captain’s voice rises in your back. 

You discreetly turn your head towards him. Senior Captain Thrawn is already focused back on his questis, already forgetting your existence. 

Your job is done. 

You are not important anymore. 

“Thank you, Senior Captain.” You reply for the form, not loud enough for him to even hear you. 

 You sigh, rolling your head from side to side, slowly allowing sensations to course through your nerve endings again. Like muscle numbness melting away, you recover control over your limbs and senses.  

You feel weaker than usual. This is not at all surprising, you just performed a 20 hours shift with very short breaks to keep you up to speed, chasing after that group of pirates. Your goal was to arrive before the pirates to lie in ambush. 

And you did. 

For all the thanks it gives you... 

Senior Captain Thrawn didn’t want to wear Che’ri in any capacity, and that is fair, she is only 9, a little child and you are an adult. 

Of course, your workload is going to be heavier. 

But it is still a 20 hours shift of an exhausting exercise both mentally and physically. You do not hope for a medal or a pat on the back, just a little more gratitude than a placide ‘congratulation’. 

If it was Che’ri in your place right now, it would not go that way. Thalias would already be beside her with a snack and officers would be smiling and thanking her, proposing to her to help her to her bedroom where she would be pampered, feed, bathed and tucked to bed with good night kiss on the forehead. 

But you’re not Che’ri. 

You’re not a Chiss. 

You’re just human. 

You are not as precious as their dear Skywalkers, despite performing the exact same service, with just as many results as any of them. And despite not losing your powers when reaching adulthood. 

You are expendable, fully disposable. 

You learned it the hard way. 

If needs be they will throw you into the wolf’s maw and flee. 

You’re not precious enough to be protected. Your life doesn’t hold as much value as any of the Chiss onboard. 

You’re used to it now, you accepted it. 

It’s just... 

You really left a cage for another one. 

You clumsily untangle your legs to stand up, blood flowing back in. You leave your helmet on the chair, no need to take it back, Thrawn will surely call you back in one or two hours when the battle will start and he will need your skills to chase after the mothership of your adversaries. 

Ch’eri’s sleep is too precious to be disturbed, they can come and wake you up seven times in the same night, no problem. 

You shake your head. 

She is a little girl... 

You head towards the bridge door, praying to have at least the time for a quick nap. You feel red burning gazes on the back of your neck as you walk past them. You ignore them, you’re used to being looked at as a freak of nature by now. 

You wince a bit as you feel pins and needles in your legs. You take a guilty look at Senior Captain Thrawn, knowing that you are absolutely crazy. His focused expression only glorifying his dignified and harmonious features, presiding and commanding his men with a powerful charisma, leading expertly. 

Against your better judgment, you are terribly and irrevocably in love with Thrawn. 

Which is so far away from a sane move. 

He is the one treating you the best in the Ascendancy and by far, but Thrawn treating you right is being polite and distant. You do not have the pretension to be able to become his friend one day, but you are so lonely and isolated here... 

No one is giving you gentle and empathetic gazes, they are just judging and condescending, no matter your success. You remain a filthy alien in their eyes. Thrawn’s gaze is free of judgment but... Cold, distant, closed. Not inviting to get closer. 

You lower your gaze and head as you walk past him, not wanting to receive a scolding for daring to ogle a Senior Captain, but your legs wobble and give way under you. You prepare yourself for the hit but a strong arm slides under your body, preventing your fall. 

You raise your head to met Thrawn’s shining eyes. 

He... How is he here? He was away from you a second ago! 

“Are you all right, Navigator?” He asks calmly. 

You feel your mouth drying instantly under his gaze. You can only nod and mutter a silent thank. He helps you on your feet and chases a speck of dust off your uniform. 

“You have been guiding us for 20 hours. Take a break, go to sleep. You will not be needed in the next 10 hours.” He orders. 

10 hours? You pushed that hard? 

“Yes, Senior Captain.” You incline your head again. 

He lets you go and refocus on his questis. You embarrassedly leave the bridge. 

You enter your cabin with a sigh of relief. 

Finally, peace. 

You have a privatized cabin, which would be a high luxury for an alien like you if it had basic necessities and wasn’t purposely so far away from the common areas. 

You fall down your bed, too tired to head to the shared kitchenette of the ship to cook anything or walk to the closest messroom... 

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You grumble as you hear knocks on your door. You throw your sheet off your body hungrily to be disturbed in your sleep. If they needed you for navigation they would have rang you or called you on high speakers, so for what goddam reason someone is knocking at your door right now?! 

Your door slides to let Senior Captain Thrawn appear. 

You open your eyes wide in surprise, taken aback by his presence. 

His presence here could only mean one thing. 

Troubles. 

You gulp, awaiting to discover with what sauce he will eat you. 

“No one saw you eat.” He simply says with a detached tone. 

You blink. 

“I... Sorry?” 

He extends his hand to you, holding a bowl filled with cut vegetables and a portion of meat. 

“No one of the crew saw you come to the messroom or the kitchen to eat.” He repeats. “This is irresponsible behavior, please correct it.” 

You clumsily take the bowl with the cuttlery off his hand. 

“Thank you, Sir.”  

You head to your chair to eat and you spin incredulously when you hear his steps entering your room instead of going away. Senior Captain enters your bedroom uninvited, walking like in conquered territories. He observes the room silently, his hands clasped behind his back as you look at him like a deer in headlights. 

What are you supposed to do exactly? It’s the first time one of them enters your room and it is the Senior Captain no less, you can’t just shoo him away. 

“Eat.” He orders as his gaze falls back on you. 

You nod, sit, and start eating. 

As you put a bite of meat in your mouth you realize that it is not the usual cut of meat reserved for the lower agents like you... It is a thick, rich, and tender piece, dripping with cooking juice. 

Did... Did he take a portion of his own menu to bring to you? 

Unlikely... 

He walks to your bed and sits down, letting his eyes travel freely before coming back to you. He ogles you without a word as you obediently eat, despite your stomach in knots. 

What the hell does he want? You feel stress rising in your blood, and after your 20 hours shift you have more than enough stress stored in your body! 

“Since when are you with us?” He finally asks out of the blue. 

He who has such a well-made brain didn’t even bother to remember when you entered his service? 

“I was already here when you gained the Springhawk’s commandment, Sir.” 

He shakes his head. 

“I mispoke. When did the Ascendancy adopted you?” 

You wince. 

‘Adopted’... Not the term you would use. 

“I am in the Ascendancy services since I was 15.” 

His eyes get lost in the void for some seconds before focusing back on you. 

“Do you appreciate your life here? With us.” 

No. 

How could you? 

“Yes. I have work and a roof over my head.” You lie. 

His shiny rubies dive into your human eyes. 

He is not buying it for a second. 

“How did you come to us?” He demands softly. 

“It is in my file.” You curtly respond. 

“I want to hear it from you.” 

What change does it make? 

“I was captured for my capacities when I was 10. I was a slave with a collar and cuffs. The Ascendancy defeated the ship I was in and took me in. You taught me how to read and speak Cheuhn and put me in a navigator chair as soon as you understood my abilities.”  

And since then basically held you hostage, never allowed on Chiss land, being passed around from one ship to the other, to the ones heading to dangerous territories to not risk losing a proper Skywalker. 

Skywalkers are paid for their services, the money is transferred into a bank account unlockable once they are adults. You are paid too, but you realize after some calculations that they deduct the price of food and maintenance of your salary and that you are paid a third of what a Skywalker usually gets, keeping you right under the poverty line, forcing you to remain enslaved in their service. 

“And here I am.” You shortly conclude. 

He slowly nods, understanding by your tone and demeanor that you did not wish to talk about it further. He looks again over your bedroom, flattening the cover’s folds with his hand. 

“Did Mid Captain Samakro assign you this room?” He invastigates. 

You nod. 

“It is smaller than regular.” He contemplates. 

At that point you’re not even surprised, of course, they would give you a smaller room than everyone else. 

Thrawn stands up elegantly despite also spending 20 hours on the bridge. He was present at each of your breaks and you’re not sure he took the time to nap while you were in trance. 

“I will ask that you are transfered to a regular room shortly.” He simply announces and leave without another word. 

You look at your closed-door, in silence. He promised ‘shortly’ but once they learn it is for you it will suspiciously drag on... 

But you will be far gone before that you hope. 

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You lean at the corner of the wall.  

Nobody. 

You readjust your backpack on your back and cross the corridor rapidly. You sprint through the ship, knowing perfectly where the security cameras are. 

Tonight you will be free! 

Tonight you will take off and flee far, far away...  

You gathered the little personal belongings you had the right to own, pulled out all your money in a microchip and planned you escape. 

You take several turns, press yourself against walls to not appear on the security cameras, and rush to the hangar. They all think you are sleeping, docilely under the covers to await your next shift like a good little dog. 

But no more. 

You’ve been saving as much money as you could for several years and now you feel you can get out. 

You sneak behind operators’ backs, crawl under smaller ships until you see your target. You stay in your hiding spot until you hear the alarm signaling a break. Slowly the warriors and workers evacuate the hangar, leaving the field clear for you. 

You sprint to the shuttle’s door, type the code you pilfered earlier, and throw yourself inside. Without losing a second you enter the cockpit and throw your backpack on the passenger seat to observe the board. You never flew a ship, merely guiding them through space but you observed pilots with intents for years and feel confident in yourself. You will just need to- 

“I knew you would come.” A deep melodious voice, recognizable among thousands rises in your back. 

You jump out of your skin and spin towards Senior Captain Thrawn, comfortingly seated in one of the four other passenger seats of the shuttle. 

How did you manage to miss him?! 

He looks at you with detachment, almost uninterested despite catching you red-handed. 

He silently observes you, awaiting whatever explanation you might have for an act as dire as desertion. You gulp, your heart sprinting at 100 miles per hour, searching for an exit. 

“You realize I could order your death for desertion?” He casually continues. 

Oh so he jumps straight to the threats, I see. You slide your hand in your back and take out the Charric you took care to hide under your clothes , pointing it at him. 

“... And for theft.” He concludes. 

He is so casual, in complete control of himself like he planned everything since the beginning. He doesn’t even care about the weapon on him. 

“Let me go!” You say between your teeth. 

“Or what? What will you do I wonder?” He tilts his head. 

The tone isn’t even mocking or demeaning, it is infuriatingly placid. 

“Or I’ll shout you like a dog!” You muster the coldest voice you can. 

He shakes his head slowly. 

“You do not have it in you. You never took a life, contrary to me.” 

“I can always start today.” 

“Navigator (Y/n)’(F/n), if you lower your weapon and accept a time in a cell I am positive I can avoid you capital punishment. We can go back together.” 

“But I do not want to go back!” You spit, “I wanna leave! Flee away from all of you!” 

“And for what reasons?”  

You almost want to laugh. 

“For all the reasons of the universe, starting by my enslavement!” 

“You won’t last 5 minutes alone out there.” 

“I survived torture and mistreatment for years. And I managed to rob a weapon and a secret code of the mighty Chiss under their haughty noses! Not everyone can do that!” 

He considers you up and down a moment, and slowly stands up to walk towards you. You feel a jolt of panick, you never learned close combat and Thrawn is trained warrior, if he decides to lay his hands on you you’re done for! 

“Don’t come any closer!” You threaten, stabilizing your charric in your hand. 

He simply walks past you like you are invisible, presses a button on the board that lights up, and starts typing commands. 

“I can create a 1 minute blackout. It will be short but you should be able to take off and disappear.” He casually explains, focused on the buttons. 

“I... You... What?” You gasp, completely lost. 

“I observed you, Navigator. I know how you have been treated. I have tried to push back, but Chiss aren’t so easily moved. I regret not being able to do more.” 

You’re still the arm up, aiming in the void, looking at Senior Captain Thrawn finishing entering commands and the engines start. 

“There.” He concludes before turning back to face you, “You can go.” 

You look suspiciously in his eyes to be sure this isn’t a sick joke or a trick, but his gaze is clear and calm. Resolved. 

“Why?” You finally ask, “Why would you do that for me?” 

He seems to purse his lips as his gaze lowers for a split second before rising back. 

“You need not to know my reasons. You are free to go.”  

You squint. 

You aim at him again, with an assured grip. 

“The Chiss never helps without an ulterior motive. Especially aliens. They love to collect their debts. Explain yourself!” 

He sighs, like he wished to avoid that conversation since the beginning. 

“Before I answer, would you humor me and answer me first?” He asks, his hands clasped behind his back. 

You sniff with disdain. Each second passed is a second closer to a cell and a pilori. 

“What do you want to know?’ You spit. 

“I want to know how you perceive... me.” He inquires. 

You feel like your eyes will burst out your skull. 

“How do I... What the hell are you on about?!” 

“Answer me, please.” He insists. 

The tone is... Softer? 

You wince. 

“Disdain! Hate! Revulsion!” You let him know. 

This is a complete lie, you love him with all your heart, but he remains a part of your oppressors. You will not stroke his ego with a love confession. You will not give him that power over you, not so close to your goal! 

He seems to take in the info, his face slightly darkening. 

“I see... It was inevitable, giving our respective circumstances. I cannot possibly hold it against you.” He nods contemplatively. 

You huff, losing your patience. If he doesn’t disembark in the next 30 seconds you’re flying away with his corpse.  

“Not the response you hoped maybe?!” You hiss. 

“No, it was not. But it does make sense.” Any turmoils precedently on his expression already melted away to let place to the stoic mask again.  

“And why is that? You hoped i would see you as a friend despite how you treated me?!” 

His shoulders seem to drop, but you cannot be certain. 

“In a sense... Yes.” He sighs, and raises from all his height “I know it cannot do any good, especially right now, but I took a liking to you navigator (y/n)’(F/n). I simply hoped...” 

Your eyes widens like saucers and you lose track of all your thoughts in your brain. 

What... What did he just imply? 

“Nevermind.” He cuts short, “It does not matter anymore.” 

“What do you mean exactly by ‘taking a liking to you’?” You demand with a white voice, feeling your hand starting to tremble with the charric. 

He presses his lips in a thin line, either annoyed you didn’t got it the first time or silencing himself to not tell you the truth. 

“ANSWER THE DAMN QUESTION!” You shout at the end of your sanity, feeling like you were losing control of the situation as time flies from your grip. 

“I love you, Navigator (y/n)’(F/n).” He confesses without any ambiguity nor shame. 

You are losing your goddam mind and hallucinating that entire conversation. In two seconds you will wake up from that dream in your little cabin and realize what a fool you really are. 

This is the only realistic explanation. 

“We barely know each other!” You growl. 

“I know. Trust me, I know. And that is why I cannot explain it myself, but this is my truth, I am endeared to your work ethic, your willingness to push your own limits, your will... You. I have immense respect for you.” 

“Oh so now you are taking me for a complete idiot?!” You seethe, “A Chiss Senior Captain in love with the enslaved Alien navigator? You couldn’t even at least try not to insult my intelligence?!” 

He takes a step further, his burning rubies only fixated on your face, blatantly ignoring the charric aiming his sternum. 

��I know it must be hard to believe. I am not here to try to convince you of the legitimacy of my sentiments or to prevent you from grabbing your freedom. I simply wished to talk seriously with you for the first time... And the last.” 

Your nose flares, incredulous. Is he serious? Is he for real? The absolute nerve of the man! 

“I don’t believe you! You’re buying yourself time for your team to arrive and swat me! I should... I should shoot you down right now and flee!” Your second hand comes stabilize the gun. 

“Then please,” He gently says tilting the canon of the gun with his fingers and press it against his ribcage, “Shot me through the heart. It is the most fitting.” 

“You... You are playing with me! This is one of your strategies again!” You exhale in a painful whistle. 

“Not at all. But if I must meet my demise by your hand, I want you to destroy my heart for it is the way I failed.” 

You breathe deeply, focusing on your aim. You can do it. Put an end to everything and be free without any regret left behind... 

But your hands tremble so terribly... 

You... 

You can’t... 

His hand tilting the gun slides on the gun to delicately caress your hand and gently take the gun of your hand. You look at your trembling empty hand in disbelief. 

“You can’t kill me.” He whispers softly, “This is not in your nature to take lives.” 

You let out a single sob, lowering your shoulders and head in disbelief. 

You can’t even take a life to ensure your safety and freedom. What did you even hoped to achieve? 

He doesn’t release your hand, instead it snakes its way up your arm until he grasps your shoulder and pulls you to him. In silence he presses you against his chest, hugging you tight. 

“I am weak...” You let out  

“This has nothing to do with weakness. Choosing to spare a life no matter the odds is a difficult choice. You are not weak (Y/n).” 

“Are you going to force me back?” You ask in a tired voice, all will to fight escaping you. 

“No.” He gently craddles you, “I only hoped to say farewell before you disappeared in space.” 

“...You are not going to try to hold me back?” You sniff. 

“No” He kisses your hair, “That would be wrong to hold you hostage between my hands and my ship. You should be free. I want you to be free, even if it means I will never see you again.” 

“This is not the Chiss way.” You remind him. 

“My love order me to set you free. I could not look at myself in the mirror anymore if I tried to keep the shackles at your ankles.” 

You feel a single tear rolling on your cheek. To think that you dreamed of him embracing you for so long... 

He kisses your forehead with a subtle purr, characteristic of the Chiss and parts from you. 

“I took the liberty to add several more days of food, installed a cot behind your back, and left another microchip with money in the break room.” He tells you his tone becoming stern and professional again, his hand clasping back behind his back, “Go. Be free.” 

You look at him with hanging arms and for some reason beyond yourself, you take his face in your hands and kiss his lips. 

It is soft and short, but it robbs you both of your breath. 

You gulp as you lower back yourself, his hand tenderly caresses your cheek. 

“Please, remember me like I am today.” He demands, almost pleading. 

You nod. 

“I promise.” You say with tight throat. 

He gives you back your weapon. 

“Now, go! They will come back in a minute!” 

You spin towards the board as you hear him walking away. 

“What about you?” You ask, suddenly worried for the man of your heart, “What will become of you when they realize you let me escape?” 

He stops to look back at you, and a infinitely sad smile comes gracing his lips. 

“I will manage. Do not look back behind you and spread your wings.” 

And he disappears in the corridor. 

You throw yourself at the commands, remembering how the pilots proceeded and suddenly, all the lights of the hanger turns off. 

The black out. 

You push the shuttle’s engines to their max  

Take off... 

And disappear

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[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!

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Guys the time I spend on here is becoming concerning, but do I care no. 🤠

[al-astakbar]

☆ The Gift -- Thrawn x reader ☆

>title ☆ The Gift ☆part 10/?

>summary ☆ As congratulations for his recent promotion to Grand Admiral, Emperor Palpatine gives Thrawn a gift -- a young woman who has been trained as a pleasure companion.

>pairing ☆  Thrawn x reader ☆ word count [2.1k] ☆ warnings for this part ☆ spanking, sex, dirty talk > series warnings ☆ dubious consent; sexual slavery; concubine/ sex slave AU; will add more warnings as more parts are posted

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author note!! To be very clear, in this story reader is a concubine against her will and is gifted to Thrawn, but there is at no point any noncon between Thrawn and reader. Reader is never noncon with anyone, either referenced or explicitly, and there is never any explicit noncon. However, this is a darker take on Thrawn and he doesn't really have many hangups about putting his gift to use...

Cheunh translations at the end***

A pervasive sense of guilt makes the early days of your acquaintance with Thrawn especially dark. You had hoped that perhaps with time and of course, the demands of a Grand Admiral’s schedule, he might lose interest in you. 

He doesn’t. He watches you, somehow still aloof, but you catch him in moments when his curiosity burns bright in those red eyes. What exactly he wants from you, you aren’t certain. Sometimes you think he just wants you gone, or at least out of his way. Only his desire for you is clear. And feeling the force of that pure, carnal need… for you. On you. In you… 

Your resolve not to enjoy it, and not to let him corrupt your will, are tested constantly. 

Every time you get hot, thinking about his hands on you, it’s accompanied by shame. Shame for your physical need to feel his touch and for liking it and wanting more. Shame for this sort of unexpected connection with him, of all people. Someone lower ranking, maybe, that wouldn't have been so bad. Everyone needs a job, and not everyone joins the Empire because they agree with its policies. But Thrawn... he's high enough in the chain of command to know what he's doing, what he's enforcing, the systems he's holding up-- he has to have some idea of how it’s hurting people. 

You should not be comfortable with him, partaking in the luxury of a warm, soft bed and good food and leisure time. You should not enjoy arguing with him, and you should not like the way he almost smiles when he tells you that you have the temperament of a gundark. 

Worse, you should not daydream about him. You should not think longingly of how it would feel for him to truly, completely possess you. He could have hidden you away somewhere, found a small compartment for you, stashed away like a toy for him to take out and use for his amusement. The thought of it is not as off-putting as you tell yourself it should be. And there is the center of all of it, the silent, deepest sort of shame. Some awful part of you likes-- wants-- to be subject to his whim.

All these conflicting feelings and frustrations make you very bratty. You know you’re testing his patience, just can’t help it. First and second infractions, he frowns at your bad behavior, and if he feels like it, he’ll tie you up and gag you. Ignore you for hours, sometimes. Being messy with your clothes and dishes, leaving your nicely embroidered garments in piles on the floor, going slow getting ready, just being generally contrary… the third time you do something he’s already told you not to do, he bends you over his desk and spanks you. Not playful. No warning. This is the discipline he promised that first night. He manhandles you, ignoring your cries of surprise, and then your tears. He pins you down, one strong arm across your lower back, legs bracketing yours so you can’t kick. Even though the fabric of your robes is quite thin, he always rucks it up. Bare skin to his full uniform. Humiliating. Most of the time he doesn’t bother to take his gloves off. 

He presses himself against your hip to keep you in place, and as he does, you can feel his cock getting hard. It’s worse for your self control, knowing that it turns him on too. You can only pray that he doesn’t notice what he’s doing to you. He goes slow, timing and placing each sharp smack exactly as he wants. Never quite in the same spot.  Each one sends a new shock of arousal through you, the stinging pain somehow striking directly in your core and setting your nerves alight. He spanks your ass and you feel it in your cunt. You feel empty. You yearn for him, to have his cock fill you, overstretch you, to clench and feel nothing else but his hot, hard shaft. 

Your squirming and crying and begging do not sway him to be merciful. His attentions leave your ass hot and red, and he tells you it will help you to better mind him. He watches you keenly the rest of the day, as if he can sense your pulsing, unmet desire. As if daring you to ask him for what you need.

One morning, when he’s done, he does not flip the fabric back down. He leaves you exposed, a teary, quivering mess. 

“I’m sorry,” you say, sniffling. You had kept tapping your foot while at the breakfast table with him, and after he had told you to stop, you had done an insolent extra tap. Other times, he has admonished you for leaving your nice robes on the floor in a careless pile. He always picks them up, examining them with interest, and then drops them again, only to order you to clean up after yourself. 

“I know,” he says, not unkindly. He smoothes a hand over your abused skin. “You will learn. You’ll learn to ask for what you want..”

What you want…  The words catch in your throat, and end as a strangled moan. He caresses you, much too gently. He was not supposed to be like this.

You hear the rustle of shifting fabric, so familiar now, you know what it portends. Then you feel him, blunt and hard at your entrance. You have to stop yourself from pushing your hips back. He exhales in satisfaction as he sinks into you. Inch by inch, nothing forced. He runs his hands up and down your sides, following your curves. Taking his size is still not easy, no matter how slow he goes or how wet you are. You had never followed his first-night edict of making yourself ready for him. 

He rocks his hips, deeper still, and the pain of the spanking tips over to a sweet, aching soreness. Release is right there, so close and so tempting. You can’t help clenching around his thick, hard cock and he huffs out a breath when he feels it. “Mar… tta ba csei. K’ir hah csaah, eunh in’a.” 

You grab at one of his hands to steady yourself, to remind yourself that it’s him, that no matter how enticing his voice sounds, how rough with need in whatever language he’s speaking, how fucking good his cock feels as he fucks you open-- your pleasure is for yourself and not him. You must cling to that.. But he likes this too. He likes you. He gets hard every time he spanks you, and the reminder of how much that turns him on makes you tighten around him.

He slides his arm under you, lifting you to him easily, your back flush against his chest. He holds your breasts, one and then the other, squeezing firmly, rolling and pinching your nipples until he finds just the right amount of pressure to make you moan. And he does it again, over and over. Pulling your nipples to stiff little points to spark every nerve with brightening, insistent need. The only way you’d ever like them touched, and he figures it out in seconds. 

He’s found yet another way to torture you, tease you to madness, while still nominally respecting your wishes. “What was it you said?”  His breath is hot on your neck as he pumps into you lazily. “Don’t try to make it nice for you. Is this nice for you…?” He murmurs your name, and you would swear he’s smirking. 

He knows it is, damn him, and he stops just as soon as you begin to arch to his touch. 

“Thrawn…” You sob in frustration, “--Thrawn, I’m going to--”  at the overwhelming, singular need. You’re so close. So close to giving in, so close to asking, but you know that would only be the beginning. If you asked, he would make you beg. All it would take is one touch, maybe not even that. 

He does not wait for you. As he gets close, he lowers his mouth to suck bruising kisses onto your neck. Very briefly, you wonder what his crew would think, if they saw their venerated Grand Admiral like this. He starts to lose his rhythm, his hips grinding against your sore ass. His cock is bigger than you should be able to take-- but you are taking it. Taking all of him so good, every sense blazing with desire as he fucks you. He swears under his breath, slipping into that strange harmonic language again. 

“Vah cart bat, vim veo ch’itart’asi cart csiz.” You can feel his intensity, his need.He is going to drag you over the edge with him, if not this time, then the next, and once he does, he will truly own you. “Ch’ah-- nnhhh ravri’ihah-- ch’ah ch’epasahn ch’at ran’cah vah racan sesvio’ah ch’eo vuv.” 

You moan his name, a plea, a warning— tension in a string pulled too tight and about to snap—-

Thrawn grunts, and cums hard. His fingers dig into your bare skin, almost too hard, his thick length splitting you open as he pushes himself in to the hilt, as deep as he can go. You feel him stiffen, and then the first hot gush of his cum as his cock pulses inside you. He holds you closer, tighter, overfilling you as he likes to do. So much that you think you might feel your belly swelling up until it starts to leak out, down your legs. He keeps fucking his seed into you slowly, even as he is coming down. His breathing is ragged, more so than you’ve heard before. 

He looks so different in these moments, when you risk peeking over your shoulder to see him. His lips parted, eyes heavy-lidded, his sleek hair falling in his eyes, a purplish tinge to his cheeks which you suppose must be his species’ version of flushed skin. Imperfection looks good on him. 

When he is done, he puts his uniform right and then he tends to you. He has never yet neglected to do this. Even if he has just spanked you, and taken nothing else, he fetches a damp cloth and wipes your face. You try to ignore how nice it feels. How simple, and quiet, and intimate. That he is taking time just for you. He brings a flowery-smelling ointment  and rubs it on your bare, welted ass, soothing the skin until again, all you feel is the warm, insistent pull of arousal. 

Your imagined version of him would be much easier to hate. This kindness is some manipulation of his, you think, though you can’t quite reason through to why. The only thing he never punishes is back talk. You have a sharp tongue, he tells you once, and he finds it entertaining when you challenge his reasoning. 

“You’ll learn,” he repeats. He cleans his cum off your thighs, between your legs. “You know what you want, eunh in’a.”

You can hardly bear his touch there, so sensitive, still primed and trembling with need. He has a way of distracting you from your shame, of washing it away, at least for a little while. Nothing else matters when you want him, and he knows it. 

“What is that word?” You ask, voice small. 

He helps you stand, helps you dress. 

“What does… eunh in’a mean?” You repeat, the foreign sounds thick and awkward in your mouth. 

He does not answer. He runs his fingers over the embroidery after he has settled your robe around your shoulders— he has inspected it closely before, yet it still fascinates him. The colors--his blue skin against the gold fabric-- complement each other. 

“You do very fine work,” he says at last. 

The thought of telling him has crossed your mind a few times. You’ve even wondered if he already knows. “Did it really take you this long to figure it out?”

“I suspected the day we met. Aboard the shuttle. Your face flushed when I complimented the high quality of the work.” He tilts his head. “You are having the same reaction now. There is no need for embarrassment. As I have said, it is beautifully done.”

“I’m not embarrassed!” You begin hotly. “I’m—!”

He raises his eyebrows at your outburst. “...thank you.” You feel suddenly foolish, and rightly chastised. No one else had ever said so much as a word about it. “I’m… I’m proud of it.” You can’t help the small smile you give him. Long after he has gone up to the bridge, his words keep surfacing in your mind while you are staring out the viewport at the starfield, thinking vaguely about where you could possibly take refuge if you did manage to escape the Chimaera. Nowhere, is the realistic answer, and you are almost ready to accept that. Alone with his art, you hold on to his praise, turning it over and over like a small precious stone.

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cheunh tranx:

“Mar… tta ba csei. K’ir hah csaah, eunh in’a.” -- yes... more of that. do it again, little one

“Vah cart bat, vim veo ch’itart’asi cart csiz.” -- you are beautiful and your desperation is exquisite.

“Ch’ah-- nnhhh ravri’ihah-- ch’ah ch’epasahn ch’at ran’cah vah racan sesvio’ah ch’eo vuv.” -- i -- nnnhh fuck-- i want to feel you cum around my cock

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I need a show, using the clone wars animation style, of Thrawn's story. From when he fought alongside Anakin, to his time becoming an imperial officer and such. Like, mostly because he's hot as fuck, but also because he's a badass terrifying character