#thrawn x oc smut

[debonaire-princess]

𝘼𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙋𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙮 𝙋𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙚𝙨 🥂

Pairing: Thrawn x Fem!OC

Word count : 2k

Warnings : none- jk, creampie, light choking, piv sex, hair pulling, scenting, thrawn speaking in Cheunh, murder scheming. 🔞

A/n : my first attempt at smut 🤷‍♀️

The after-party wooz is always the worst part of the occasion.

Veraloe thinks as she walks to the bed and plops herself face first onto the shared bed. Her groans and muffled words can be heard through the door as Thrawn walks into their lavish hotel suite, situated smack dab in the middle of Coruscant's finest commercial district.

“I thought you decided against the Emerald wine for tonight’s occasion,” he asked dryly, glancing at his wife’s luscious figure. The blue skinned husband knows well of his limits and decided to forego alcoholic beverages completely. Thus his feet do not sway, his posture impeccable, and his firm voice still carries its usual icy strength despite the late time of night.

“I guess Moff Gideon’s inquiry regarding your,” he hesitated but unknowingly emphasized it instead, “”pregnancy” has gotten under your skin, wife?”

The silence hangs in the air as he unclasps his tunic, patiently waiting for Veraloe’s answer. Of course, his question made her seethe all over again.

That damn kriff-headed Gideon has out of nowhere asked the gender of the grand admiral and her upcoming baby. In front of the whole party attendees, in the middle of an unconnected conversation regarding a local moff’s newborn.

She grits her teeth and claws her fingers into the sheets as she recollect the farkled rat’s pompous and satisfied smile as he fake worries over the condition of her body and current mind. Being a pregnant lady and all.

Which she was clearly not.

Even Thrawn, despite donning his usual glacial calm expression, was caught off guard. And thus was of no importance at all, aside from his impassive reaction and soft denial of her pregnancy, which obviously did not work as well as he thought. And the proofing of that false rumour was heaped upon her delicate shoulders.

By the stars, in all honesty, Veraloe loves parties, thrives in it. She adores the secrets shared behind bubbling champagne flutes, the glimmering lights, the soft elegant dances, it all makes the fact that she is surrounded by the very people who participate in the murders of everyone she ever loved easier to bury. It also helps that she is usually the prettiest being in attendance and was often the center of attention and gossip.

But tonight, it was an uncommonly agitating occasion. Seeing how even after drinking several flutes of Emerald wine as a show of her clearly unpregnant condition, some party attendees still came up to her and Thrawn to excitedly offer their congratulations.

During the rest of the party and the airspeeder ride home, she mulls it over in silence. She stole Tarkin’s support on Gideon’s mining land to move it over to another part of a land she owns in order to secure profit for her own gain and it, of course, angers the former Moff.

Quite petty (and smart) that he slighted her by that pregnancy lie knowing damn well he has other mining lands that are equally profitable rather than the ones she took.

Now, People will behold her body and see the extra weight on her hips, the plumpness on her cheeks, dimples in her feet, all mirages that simply aren't there.

Not that getting fatter will reduce her beauty mind you. It just meant that a pregnant wife of the Grand Admiral is considered a much easier target than a Veraloe Monik, billion dollar seductress, that is in the prime of her life.

She grumbles a string of Arduurian curses as she snaps her head back up and crosses her elbows as leverage on the bouncy mattress. Flinging her sparkling brown locks off her face. As she cups her chin on her palm, index finger grazing her lower lip, her mind starts to reflect and ponder.

Of ways to doom the insipid little moff of course. She could just outright kill him in secret if she could. Force choked him in his sleep.

She could do it all if she wants to. Certain benefit that comes with being one of the- No, the most sought out Mistress in the galaxy is that she could literally make someone disappear without a trace, be it by hired hands, or by hers.

Whichever that will quench her blood-thirst, and make her skin look even more supple. A well executed revenge does that to a person, that's a proven fact.

She absentmindedly bit her nail as her lip coil in a sinister smirk.

As the plan starts to take shape and envisioned in the compartments of her brilliant scheming brain, she felt the mattress under her dip.

She peered over her shoulder to the view of Thrawn, on top of her, long feet straddling her lower body. She felt his cool calloused palms lay flat on the skin of her shin, moving to her thighs, pushing her white naboo-silk dress up, up, up, as he goes. Exposing her scantily panty-clad bottom to the cool air of the hotel room, his eyes unmoving.

He stops his ministrations and squeezes her plump ass just enough to make it change to a color of his liking.

A small gasp came before she could stop it. Biting her lower lip in anticipation, she decided to be a tad bit cheeky.

“Now what- do you think- you are doing, Admiral?” She fakes a naiveté tone to her obvious rhetorical question.

When she moved to turn her body Thrawn’s hand moved to the small of her back and held her there.

“Stay like this please,” he murmured as he unzipped his pants. “You seem tense tonight, as you should be. Moff Gideon’s baseless assertion has caused a troubling amount of miscommunication for you to smoothen out. No doubt it puts quite a dampen on your mood, even Governor Pryce can tell from across the room.”

“However,” his low voice softened, “you were so composed, so calm despite such aggression.” He leaned down and kissed the back of her head, giving it a slow and deliberate whiff. “Again, you charted the political waters for m- for the good of us both.” A small smile touched his lips and he placed a single gentle kiss on the side of her forehead.

A clinking sound of belts can be heard, signaling he finally slipped off his pants. Possibly taking out his half hard cock in doing so.

“Oh please.” Veraloe turns her body slightly, touching the side of his face in her hand, his glowing red eyes stare deeply into her equally darkened soul. “Your polite yet stern denial of the congratulatory offers gave me assistance as well. Aaand maybe your usual joyless expression helps matters too, no one can look so icy with a baby on the way.” She gently caressed his pronounced cheek. She leans close and puts her lips to his ear. And softly bit it.

“Now,” she licks her lips in anticipation, “you gonna fuck me silly or what?”

———

A cacophony of moans and noises of slapping skin bounced off the walls as Thrawn pounded into Veraloe from the back. His hand grips the fat of her legs like a vice till the tips of his cool fingers whiten.

He pressed her hard into the mattress, giving her no choice but to take it. Take him.

“Vu- Vurawn, please,” his nickname slips out her moaning lips. Veraloe doesn’t even know what she’s begging for since her husband’s impressive length started to mess her head silly. She can feel it in her throat as he gives a particularly hard thrust.

Thrawn buries his fingers into her scalp, and pulls her up by a fistful of hair. “What do you, hah, want?” He whispers breathlessly into her ear.

Through her haze she manage to form words despite the unyielding pace he keeps on blessing her pussy with, “Fuck me silly, Vurawn,” she grins knowing damn well he’s gonna give her what she wants.

He slams her face into the plush mattress and proceeds to pick up speed. The lewd sound of relentless slapping of skin mixing with screams and grunts are only muted from the rest of the city due to the window’s bulletproof thickness. The smell of sex wafting in the empty air of the suite, The Chiss’s sensitive nose wrinkles as he gulps the smell down his throat, savoring it, making him hazy.

His eyebrows creased as he tunnel focused to the feel of thrusting into her gripping walls, slick and oh-so begging to keep his cock inside. He can feel his saliva start to gather on his tongue, spilling to the side of his mouth.

The warrior falters ever so slightly when he feels her insides clench tighter. The view underneath him he considered a form of art in itself.

Her sheer-covered back glistens with sweat as her spine arches. The city lights sifting through large windows hit her figure just so, intensifying the glittering diamonds freckled all over her skin. In each squirm of Veraloe’s body, diamonds on her skin reflect the light onto their surrounding walls, creating their own brand of majestic aurora.

“P- put your hand here,” Veraloe panted and pats the back of her exposed neck. And he does exactly as she instructed, and more. He grasped her neck to cut off her air flow, maybe even enough to bruise. Just the way he knows she likes it.

Breathless and rough.

“Aaanggghh~ Vurawn!”

A choked moan kept on spilling out even as he grips onto her neck for leverage. Thrawn keeps fastening his pace, however that works. Pistoning into her sopping pussy as if he himself wants to make that lie Gideon spouted come true. He almost unravels just from that thought alone.

slapslapslap-

The sound of her pussy and his wet cock can make even the other famous whores of coruscant blush in embarrassment.

The blue alien leaned down and sniffed her neck, searing the smell of her sweat and sex into his brain for later use, when the navy requires him to be away from the warmth of her arms, from the firm grip of her delicious cunt.

“Cseo bun, Cseo bun, Cseo bun, Cseo-“ he muttered the cheunh phrase in repetition like a prayer. A prayer for how lucky he is to be able to savor such a taste.

Her whimpers grew ragged as he kept on pounding into her hole, her legs spread so wide with her pussy soaked, his cock glided in and out with ease. Her manicured nails dug hard into the mattress as she gripped the sheets to steady her body. Air pumped in and out of her lungs as she was harshly shooked back and forth at a relentless pace.

When Thrawn slipped his hand to roll her bundle of nerves with his expert slender fingers, it was over. Veraloe reached her peak with a mix of a wailing cry and a long choked gasp. Throat sore from the lack of air and the abundance of uncontrollable screams she let out.

“I- I’m-“ for a nanosecond, the rarest phenomenon in the whole galaxy happens, the grand admiral stutters his words.

Thrawn follows suit 3-4 thrusts in when he finally ejaculates his hot ample seed inside her. A slew of cheunh curses spill out his lips as he shuts his eyes, reveling in the way his whole body slightly shakes in ecstasy.

They lay still for a few seconds, the out of breath Chiss on top of the heaving Arduurian.

Spent and sweaty, still in half of their respective formal wear.

When Thrawn moved to pull out. Veraloe halted him. “Ngh, no no.”

“What? What do you need, Wife?” He asked, reaching out and wiping away beads of sweat off her temple.

“Just… be still,” she gave a staggering breath, as if desperate for something, “don’t pull out just yet..” She stops before a please slips out her lips.

“I see.”

Nodding in confirmation, the chiss grasped her by the hips and turned to lay both of them on their side. The taller man spooning the other. Limp cock still warm and snug inside her, spent slowly spilling from the sides. Neither really cared much for it anyway.

“Stop sniffing my hair, creep.”

He chuckles, “Can’t help it. You smell divine, Ch'acah.” Thrawn said as he deeply inhaled the Arduurian rose fragrance he was secretly obsessed with.

She huffed, “You better pay me for the laundry tomorrow, this silk dress cost more than your monthly admiral wage.”

Her husband sleepily hums his assent. He rubs her arm up and down in a soothing motion and nudges his nose into her nape. His cool lips land soft pecks here and there.

Veraloe can only huff in annoyance, tenderness and loving caresses wasn’t part of their marriage agreement and she’d like it to stay that way.

But even she isn’t immune to the tug of sleep that so often pulls her down post-coitus.

So she grew silent. And so does He.

Tonight, they felt safe enough to sleep wrapped around each other’s embrace.

TRANSLATION!

Cseo bun : so good

Ch'acah : love

[readinglistfics]

i wanna sit on his lap 😫

gif by @frc-ambaradan

thrawn x f!reader smut

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

-

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“ah!”

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

“fuck, thrawn, i’m cumming!”

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

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

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

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

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

-

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

[cambion-companion]

Crystalline Moments Part 1/2(SFW)

Hi!! It's been too long since I wrote a reader x Thrawn drabble. I just...adore him. Obviously, and the announcement for the new comics really just stoked the fire. Enjoy some rainy evening with Thrawn reading to you next to the fireplace, before things get a little heated. Listen, I don't control these things, just write them down LOL Hence there will be a NSFW part 2.

Word count: 850

THRAWN X READER | Drabble

You leaned your head against Thrawn’s chest, listening to the rain thrumming against the roof.  Your legs rested across his lap, his arm snugly holding them against his warm body as he read to you.  His voice was soft, almost hypnotic, lulling your mind into a comfortable haze.  

“My dear, are you still paying attention?”  Thrawn squeezed your calf gently, coaxing you to open your eyes again.

“Hmm?”  You stifled a yawn behind the back of your hand and gave him a sleepy smile. “Yes, of course.  Our protagonist was just writing a letter about his current dire circumstances.”

Thrawn gave you a tender smile, his eyes glowing soft as embers of the fireplace. “Almost.”  His smile turned a bit teasing. “If my cadence is too much to withstand, we may continue this at a later time.”  He propped the book open upon your knee to demonstrate; his long fingers then lacing with yours and bringing the back of your hand to his lips in a chaste kiss.

You hummed softly in pleasure, your eyes lidding slightly as he continued placing soft kisses to each of your knuckles. “Perhaps I will brew us some tea?”

“And deprive me of your warmth, my darling?”  Thrawn’s cinder eyes wandered over your blanket-swaddled form, he carefully set the book aside and tugged your body closer until you almost sat on his thigh.

You couldn’t suppress the giggle his sudden movement elicited.  You leaned forward and touched the tip of your nose against his, closing your eyes when he reciprocated and pressed his forehead to yours. “I love you, and I love this time we can steal together.”

The rain above began to thrum with a steadier beat, intermingling with the sound of your breaths as they deepened and synchronized. You pressed your lips to his, savoring the familiar comfort of having Thrawn in your arms.  

Thrawn made a pleased sound deep in his throat and his fingers tangled in your hair as he leant into the embrace. When the two of you pulled apart slightly, he admired the red glow from his eyes lighting your cheeks softly.

“I love you.”  You whispered; the words almost lost amidst the crackle of the dying fire.

“As I do you.” Thrawn replied without hesitation, the admission came so easy to him now, so naturally.

“Now, I’m going to make us something hot to drink.”  You gave him a more playful kiss this time, brief but scorching. “And then you can read more to me.”

Thrawn almost groaned in protest as you withdrew and stood with a slight sway before regaining your balance in the dimly lit room. You gave him a sly grin and held out your hand. “Unless of course you wish to join me in the kitchen.”

“I would never refuse you, my beloved.” Thrawn tilted his head as he read the slightly wanton expression on your face, a slow smile tugging his lips. He took your proffered hand and stood as well, noticing how your lips parted slightly and your pupils dilated as his height towered over your smaller form.  “After all, brewing tea is a difficult task.”  

“Hmm, yes.”  You agreed, leading the way through the darkened hallway. “I certainly require my master tactician’s help in this endeavor.”

You’d barely begun the pretense of retrieving the boiling kettle and sugar from the cupboards before Thrawn moved up behind you. His lips began pressing gentle kisses to the skin of your neck.  Your hands faltered slightly in response, fumbling the packet of tea you’d opened. A small gasping laugh left your parted lips as Thrawn’s hands tickled along your sides before he firmly pulled your body back against him.

“Thrawn.”  You said his name, almost pleading.

You pressed instinctively back against him, and his teeth scraped against your neck in response, his strong hands tightening their grip on your hips.  A small hiss left his mouth, sending chills of anticipation down your spine. “Continue with your task.”  He spoke softly into your ear before running his tongue along it, kissing your earlobe. “Don’t allow me to distract you, my love.  You were so determined to make us tea.”

“I’m not sure if I can remember how.”  

Thrawn laughed softly in response, the deliciously rare sound almost causing you to whimper.  

In a fluid motion he swept aside your hair and began kissing and biting the nape of your neck. “Continue.”  He murmured, following your movement as you bent over the counter slightly, keeping his body flush to yours.

Your hands shook slightly as you continued unpacking your tea assortment, the floral and herbal notes wafting from the paper pouch. You had trouble filling the kettle with water as Thrawn decided then was the time to begin lifting pushing his hands under your shirt and caressing the sensitive skin at your waist.

You sighed in pleasure and took a moment to straighten up and lean against him, turning your head to give him a searing kiss. This was going to be a delightful night.

[local-neko-girl]

Chapter Ten:

Note: This chapter has some smexual tension and feeding/blood mention.

She winces, realizing it’s been almost a month now since she’s fed, and she begins hearing the blood in the bodies of the room. She breathes and tries to clear her head. Once she calms down, she stands again but doesn’t face them.

“It’s nothing to worry about, I’m fine.”

“You haven’t fed have you?” Tarkin asks.

“Fed? What do you mean?” Pryce asks.

“I just sent out reports to both you and the Grand Admiral, but because of this sudden issue I don’t believe either of you has gotten a chance to read it. Emperor Palpatine wanted me to keep this information hidden, until we were sure we could trust Miss White.”

So they don’t know yet.

“I was expecting Miss White to ask when she needed sustenance, but I should have known better. This is the exact thing that happened with the Jedi.”

She turns but won’t meet anyone’s gaze, feeling chastised like a child.

“Miss White is a Sanguine. A blood drinker. She needs blood to keep her alive. And if she doesn’t feed, she becomes a… problem,” Tarkin says.

“What kind of a problem?” Pryce asks.

She sighs and opens her eyes, revealing her irises have now turned red. Pryce gasps, and Thrawn is surprised to be met with a red gaze from someone else.

“I.. I’m sorry, Moff Tarkin.”

“Sorry isn’t going to cut it, Miss White. You are not permitted to let yourself get into this weakened state any longer. I know the Jedi allowed it, fearing what you are. But here it is unacceptable. Is that understood?”

“Yes, Moff Tarkin,” she bowed her head.

“You become too erratic when starved. And will become a danger to our men if you don’t keep yourself in order.”

“Yes… Moff Tarkin. My apologies, it won’t happen again.”

“See that it doesn’t,” he tells her, then turns to Thrawn. “See that she is fed as soon as possible.”

“Yes, Moff Tarkin,” Thrawn nods.

They all walk out of the holding cell.

“I will be going back to give news to the Emperor.”

Tarkin leaves. Pryce and Thrawn turn to look at Arvanna. Her eyes are still red. They begin walking and Arvanna follows with. Once they get back to Thrawn’s office, Thrawn turns to Pryce.

“You may leave.”

She is surprised, but nods.

“Yes, Grand Admiral.”

She leaves and the two are in his office alone. Arvanna sits in the chair she always does, but looks up at the ceiling and closes her eyes. Thrawn goes over to his terminal and see’s there is a message from Tarkin, obviously the information about Arvanna he sent. It is very thorough, detailing even what happened when Count Dooku reported when he chose himself to be her prey. She waits for him to read the report, eyes closed. Once done he looks up at her.

“So, you only need to feed? You don’t have to kill your prey?” he asks.

She brings her head back to level and looks at him. She pauses a moment, doing her best to keep herself calm. Since Pryce left, the only scent in the room was Thrawn, and she didn’t want to lose control.

“No, I only need a little bit. Enough to sustain me.”

“How often do you need to feed?” he asked as he comes around his desk to sit in the chair across from her.

“A couple of times a week is ideal from what I’ve found out.”

Thrawn pauses a moment, processing the information still.

“Very well, proceed then.”

She was surprised.

“W-what? What do you mean?” she asked.

“I volunteer to be your prey. You may feed from me.”

She was in shock, had he really just said that? Did he even know what he was getting into? Slowly she could hear his heartbeat getting louder and louder in her mind, remembering that was her trigger to feed. She took a deep breath.

“Just don’t kill me, please,” he said with a slight smile.

She got up from her chair and walked over to him and stood there a moment. It always felt scary the first time she fed on a person. First Dooku, then Rex. After she left the Jedi Order, she didn’t leave anyone alive when she fed then, knowing it was dangerous to leave someone alive. She’d have to control herself again, like she did with those of her past.

She looked into his eyes, and he stared right back, curious. Arvanna slowly leaned down and put her hands softly on both sides of his arms, to stabilize herself. This was the first physical contact she ever made with the man.

Slowly she leaned down and sniffed the air around him. He had an interesting scent. It was very faint, but she could smell some sort of clove spice. As she got closer to his neck, he closed his eyes slowly. She extended her fangs and leaned close, fangs about to pierce. But for some reason she hesitated. She knew what this would end up meaning, and paused, holding still in that moment. He could feel her breath on his neck as he awaited, but opened his eyes when nothing happened.

She sighed and leaned back, moving away from him and slightly pacing.

“Is something wrong?” he asked, curious.

“I just… I can’t do this…” she frowned as she sat back in her chair.

“You heard Moff Tarkin though, you need to feed.”

“I-I know,” she stammered a moment. “I just…”

She looked down, deep in thought. Could she do this again? It would mean she would learn everything about this man. His thoughts, his past, everything. Was she ready for that responsibility again?

Little did she know, Thrawn had gotten up and walked around his office, looking for something. He walked up to one of the trophies in his office, seeing the sharp points on it.

“What happens when you smell blood?” he asks, curious.

She looks up to see his finger touching the point on the object. Before she could say anything, he presses down, the sharp tip piercing his finger as blood begins to drip from the tip to the ground before him.

The sight of blood from his finger made her hyper focus on it and she growled deeply.

He didn’t realize how dangerous of a predator was in his office and he gasped softly. Doing her best to control herself, the scent of his blood filled the room and the sound of his heartbeat became so loud she could hardly think. Her eyes went from his finger to the blood that dropped onto his office floor. She moved so quick he couldn’t even see, but she began licking the blood from the floor. Once she was done, she looked up.

The sight of her with his blood on her lips was curious, indeed. Her eyes focused on his finger that was still bleeding. He slowly put it forward, inviting her, and she gently took his hand into hers. Softly she wrapped her lips around the tip of his finger and began to suck at the blood coming from it. He could feel her tongue running along the mark. Her eyes were shut, but she opened them and looked up into his eyes. The sight of her there, on her knees sucking the blood from his finger stirred something in him he had never felt before.

She was done with the appetizer and stood, ready for the main course. As she stood, she held his wrist in her one hand up and swiftly backed him into the wall, a little roughly with her other hand on his chest. He didn’t protest, but just watched her. His gaze never left her eyes as she leaned in closer and smelled the air around him again, savoring the scent of her new prey. She liked the clove scent he had. Slowly she lowered her fangs to his neck once again, this time she grazed him and he seemed to almost hold his breath a moment as she smiled. After a moment, which felt longer for him due to the anticipation, she leaned in and bit down gently into his flesh.

He winced a moment and let out a soft moan, unsurprising to her. As she drank, his mind became a blur and a strange euphoria washed over him completely. It was unlike anything he had ever felt. Never before had he felt such pleasure as this.

As he enjoyed the private feeling, she could see his past and read his thoughts. She saw all that he was, the same way she had seen Dooku and Rex.

She softly took her fangs out from his neck, and helped him over to his usual chair in his office so he could sit. She knew he was a little weak from the feeding. He sat there a moment, gaining his composure once again.

[mystoriesmylives]

Look me in the Eyes and Confess your Lust: Windows

Thrawn is a liar

A filthy, filthy liar.

He once said he didn't really care for voyeur sex or public sex. So while that is true, there are certain exceptions.

Thrawn absolutely likes window sex.

Onora lost count to how many time he fucked at her a window. She thinks it to show her off to any passing passerby. Like saying shes all mine, isn't she wonderful.

Onora mewled as Thrawn thrust again into her, moaning as she feels the cool glass on her nipples. She tried to catch her breath when suddenly she was lifted up; Thrawn holding her up by her hamstrings. She cried out as he pounded her into her harder, her lips catching the chiss in a scorching kiss.

“Do you like that, visahot?” he groaned out, never stopping his pace, “Do you like that everyone can see you like this? My cock pounding your beautiful pussy? Covered in sweat and your face in ecstasy?”

Onora keened and then cried out as she violently orgasm, gushing on Thrawns cock. She shook in his grasp, kissing and sucking his lips. She glanced at him with hazy eyes and giggled.

He is a filthy liar.

But...

He's her filthy liar.

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[mara-tevith-solo]

Sing a Little Song For Me

Photo not mine

Part 6 of the drabble set and yes, it is more smut, enjoy!

Warnings: Birth Control, smut, foul mouthed characters, wrap it before you tap it! P in V, light kinks, talk of consensual bondage, biting, blood, Quaritch is his own warning still 

Pairing: Colonel Miles Quaritch x Na’vi/Avatar named f!reader/oc 

Rated 18+

Words: 1.7k + 

Taglist: @rayurbay​  @tinyfairies​ @perseny​ @kimqueenofhell​ @blueberry-thrawn​​​​​

"What's that?" Miles asked as he leaned over my shoulder and took a sniff before recoiling "Agh! Smells like rotten lawn clippings." He moved quickly, his hand under his nose as he continued to scowl at my cup of tea.

I laughed softly at his antics as I shook my head, taking an exaggerated, loud, sip while staring him down "It is a very special tea, ma Miles." I hummed, voice thick with amusement.

"What's it do?" He asked cautiously, still eyeing it like it could potentially be a bomb.

"It prevents pregnancy." I shrugged serenely, still smiling over the mug at him.

He blinked at me for a moment, disgust forgotten before he nodded understandingly "I was gonna ask how we prevent... all that. Not that I don't..." He trailed off as he rubbed the back of his neck, his entire face tinted lilac.

I smiled gently as I set down the mug and closed the distance, taking one of his hands in mine and playing with it "Now is not the time for babies." I finished for him, peeking up at him through my lashes. "Maybe," It was my turn to blush as I focused on his hand between mine "one day, we can have a little girl, and maybe another son."

He gripped one of my hands, closing his fingers around it gently "Woman." He rumbled in warning, though his eyes gave off a different kind of heat as he stared down at me.

I smiled innocently up at him "What? I've done nothing!" I insisted with a laugh.

He pulled me closer as though he didn't care who was watching, pressing his forehead to mine with a warm smile "You know exactly what you're doing."

I devolved into a giggling pile of goo as I hung onto his biceps, wondering if I'd ever been that happy in my entire life "And what is it I'm supposedly doing, Colonel?" I asked, forcing the words past the laughter bubbling in my throat as I tried to be serious for a moment.

He growled softly as his grip tightened, though he didn't do anything further, not wanting to give the watching eyes a show "Remember what I said the other day? Don't make me repeat myself, Lieutenant." I did, in fact, remember. I just enjoyed ruffling his feathers.

"Shame." I winked as I pulled away, knowing my tea would get downright foul if it got cold "Well, I'm gonna go finish my tea, and then take care of myself." I finished my tea in one nasty gulp as he watched my every movement like he was unimpressed, arms crossed over his chest, supporting his weight on one leg like he had all the sass in the universe. As soon as he was sure I was done he was throwing me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, gripping my thighs so that I didn't pitch either way as he walked, leaving me to yelp loudly and try to push myself up on his middle back "Colonel!" I admonished, trying not to laugh at his caveman behavior.

When he got to our room he made sure to lock the door before putting me down on the bed, instantly shucking off his clothes "So what was that about taking care of yourself?" He asked lowly.

I bit my lip as I grinned up at him "Mental note to self: calling you 'Colonel' gets you hot and bothered." I slipped off my t-shirt slowly, giving him a little show before standing and pulling off my shorts.

"Only when you say it." He groaned, palming himself as I moved. When I turned around to take off my necklace and place it on the nightstand, his hands found my sides, his palms smoothing over my skin as he explored. His touch was electrifying as he collected my hair and kuru, moving it all over my right shoulder with care before his lips slowly, torturously, lavished the left side of my neck. The soft moan that his attentions pulled only spurred him on further as I pressed back against his chest. He was gentle as he pushed me down onto the bed, his hands moving from my shoulders as my knees settled in the mattress, down my spine, pushing me down onto my forearms as he settled on his knees as well. His touch was tender, loving, as his hands moved from my back to my hips, pulling me back until my pussy was swallowing his cock inch by delicious inch.

"Feel so fucking good, sweetheart," He praised with a groan, digging his fingers into my flesh as I reflexively clamped down on him as soon as his head was pushing against my cervix. "So fucking good."

"Oh fuck." I practically purred when I realized that he hadn't even bottomed out, exhilarated at the anticipation. "Miles." I breathed as he began rocking, making the shallowest thrusts he could while driving me wild. Without warning, he was hilting himself with every thrust, pushing in as far as he could possibly go as I bit into the blankets so that I wasn't screaming for the whole ship to hear.

"That's it, oh fuck ya, so wet for me, so good. So perfect, Ani." He babbled, barely making any sense as he continued, sending me into delirium with pure pleasure. When I started rocking back into him I thought he was going to blow a gasket, gripping the base of my tail and using it for leverage to fuck me harder, deeper. The mattress could dampen only so much of my cries and wordless begs, but it was doing a damn good job from what I could tell "Cum on my cock, Ani. Can you do that for me? Cum on my cock like a good girl." The tone of his voice, mixed with the pleasure and his grip sent me vaulting over the edge, making me shudder and curl in on myself just enough to change his angle. He began thrusting harder with the aftershocks, my walls convulsing for all they were worth as he groaned loudly. "Ani, I'm, I'm, fuuckk!" He came with a hard thrust, the head of his cock breaching my cervix with a loud pop and a quick shock of pain that made another orgasm rock through me, turning my vision white as I clamped down on him hard enough to send his teeth into the back of my shoulder with enough force to draw blood. It took us both a few minutes to calm down enough to pull away from each other without being too over stimulated, my core aching so good as I sagged down onto the mattress, shivering from the occasional aftershock of the last orgasm. "Fuck! I'm sorry, Princess." Miles cursed sharply as he quickly pressed what felt like a balled up shirt firmly onto the bite.

"Worth it." I assured him with a tired smile, blinking up at him as though it was midnight of day four with no sleep.

"I shouldn't be hurting you." He argued, guilt riddling his voice. It was... it made me warn and almost gleeful that such a harsh man, a strict man, someone who closed himself off to nearly everyone else, was soft and caring towards me. It felt like a gift, to know the vulnerable side of him. It made my heart swell as my sleepy smile broadened. 

I tried to push myself up into a sitting position, but the combination of the amazing sex and the pressure he was applying sent me right back into the bed "I like it." I admitted with a satisfied hum "I enjoy pain in the moment and get off on it. Especially when it's from you."

He blinked down at me, dumbfounded, face suddenly ablaze even as he hit me with a seductive grin "You kinky little vixen." He praised.

"Only for you." I repeated what seemed to have been becoming my favorite line for him, closing my eyes to rest up a bit.

"I've still gotta doctor this, so it doesn't become infected and cause real problems." He pulled the shirt away, even as it stuck a bit, leaving the bed entirely to get the medkit under the bathroom sink. "This'll sting, Princess. Just grab on if it hurts too much." Was all the warning I got before the wound began to burn, an alcohol swab being damn near dug in to every nook and cranny.

"Ow ow ow ow! Not sexy! Very not sexy!" I hissed and yipped, trying my hardest not to squirm away as I gripped his offered ankle tightly, trying to not dig my nails in. He stopped for a second, giving me a chance to breathe, only to come back in with a second swab. I was near the point of tears when he finally stopped, securing a gauze pad and waterproof bandages over top to protect it. "Ouch." I sniffed as I finally relaxed and let go of him, ignoring his chuckling as he cleaned up.

"Well you didn't punch or bite me, so I'm gonna label you as an excellent patient." He praised as he laid down next to me, weird angle and all, letting me turn over and snuggle into his side as he held the hand I laid on his chest.

I smiled with a soft laugh, shaking my head against the crook of his shoulder "You have very low standards, my dear." I teased him, my tone gentle so that he had no reason to think I meant anything bad by it.

He just scoffed, covering a short laugh as he held me closer, shaking his head at me "Ha ha." His hand came to rest on my hip and gripped gently "You better be careful, or I might just punish you." His voice was low and sultry as he moved to pressed his nose against my forehead.

"Oh really?" I giggled softly, pressing my thighs together as a wave of need rolled through my being. He scratched gently at my hip, goading me on with a devilish grin.

His thumb stroked the back of my hand in a soothing pattern as I continued to fidget "Mhmm," He hummed as though he was unbothered by my actions "I might be nice and let you cum next time. Or, if you don't behave, I might just tie you up and take my time." His eyes flashed with excitement as he spoke lowly, his words sounding like they were coming directly from his chest with how deep and rumbled his voice sounded.

[roleplayfinder]

Hello, I am looking for someone 18+ to do a Star Wars roleplay with. In particular, I’m looking for someone to play Thrawn with my oc. I know he’s not a too well-known known character, so I’m also open for other canon x oc or oc x oc pairings. I am also more than willing to double up with pairings! I am fine with smut, though I do not prefer it to be the only focus of our roleplay as I do like to get some plot in there as well.

I do tend to like talking ooc, and we’ll as making playlists, and Pinterest boards for characters and talking about our characters in general.

Like the post and I’ll reach out as soon as I can!

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[twilekchiss]

{ Updated Oct 16th 2023 }

Please, if you enjoy any of these, reblog their Tumblr posts! It's a big support!

"I don't remember him..."

{ Gen Fic | Tumblr | AO3 }

✧ Characters: Borika / Vurika, Original Characters ✦ Genre: Hurt/No Comfort ✧ Rating: T ✦ Warnings: medical procedures, memory loss, family loss, loss of identity, loss of parent(s) ✧ Word Count: 4,422 ✦ Summary: Kivu'rik'ardok has been chosen for a special program, and has to leave her family behind. She especially misses her baby brother, Vurawn. But this project, while vitally important, will sacrifice the things that matter most to Vurika.

Asha Shorts

{ Ship Fic | Tumblr 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 | AO3 }

✧ Pairings: Thrawn x Asha, Eli x Asha ✦ Genre: Hurt/Comfort, Fluff ✧ Rating: Explicit ✦ Warnings: chronic pain, previous enslavement, fluff, angst, smut, unprotected pic, breeding kink, cunniligus, pregnancy, pregnancy sex ✧ Word Count: 8,611 ✦ Summary: Just a collection of shorts for my Twi'lek OC, Asha Ven. Unorganized and all over the place. May or may not be "canon" to my story, I'm just writing what I want. Most will probably be shippy and/or smutty in some way.

[lmperiums]

#      𝐥𝐌𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐔𝐌𝐒      .    independent ,     selective ,   private and mutuals only   ✨ 𝐌𝐔𝐋𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 ✨ feat. both canon and original characters from star wars .  loved   by   topaz  :   she / her ;    twenty-seven.

triggering content WILL be present on this blog so follow at your own discretion. 21+ ONLY.

RULES & MUSELIST BENEATH READ MORE.

001 -> don't be a creep. no drama at all. idc about x did this and y did that. unless it's actual irl harmful shit keep me out of it. anon hate gets blocked and deleted. no godmodding and usual dni criteria applies. I'm here to have fun, not care about what others write. that's why the block button exists and I implore you to use it. curate your own space, and please do not try to police mine.

003 -> idc about reblog karma. feel free to reblog from me, save for posts strictly marked as dnr or threads I have with others. personals this applies to you, too. I like to ship but know it isn't what I'm solely here for, and also know that any potential smut that happens (albeit rare) is appropriately tagged and always beneath a readmore. topics I won't write are incest, underage, beastiality and rape. please respect that.

002 -> replies are slow. I've other blogs and aside from that this is a literal hobby. on top of that I have fluctuations in my mental health and may take time away to chill out. pls know that does not mean I am disinterested in you or whatever threads we have going. I just have a real mean brain.

I tend to write a lot, but please know I do not expect you to match my length. just give me something to work with. I also do not care about formatting. I prefer quality over all the pretty aesthetics, honestly.

I ask that topics pertaining to suicide are tagged, please.

005 -> names topaz (prev: iggy). I've been writing for a very long time and hope you enjoy my blog! if you ever need anything please know my IMs are open to all (as is my inbox). and if discord is preferred you may ask for it if we are mutuals. tysm for reading my rules. I know they are a little lengthy but I like to make sure all my bases are covered. I really appreciate it. 💐

004 -> everything I make is mine. do not steal my memes, graphics or headcanons and if I catch you doing that shit I'll block you on sight ❤️ thx pookies.

MUSELIST.

grand moff tarkin

admiral piett

grand admiral thrawn

galen erso

eli vanto

captain enoch

allegiant general pryde (request only)

general hux

nyara damiki ( oc )

barnabas collins ( oc )

[empress-violetlight]

Thanks for the tag @hydr0phius :)

My Ao3 page.

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

17 works on A03, and a few more, older works on fanfiction.net that I haven't bothered to bring over. I'm working on another as well.

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

97,322 words at the moment.

3. What fandoms do you write for?

I've written for quite a few:

Actively - Star Wars (specifically the Thrawn sub-fandom)

Multiple works: Fullmetal Alchemist, The Legend of Zelda

One offs: X-men, Dragonriders of Pern, the Muppets

On ff.net: The above, plus Transformers, Starcraft, Final Fantasy, Neverwhere

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

"A Mother's Touch" - 36 (Dragonriders of Pern Impression fic)

"We Stand Vigilant - 35 - (Zelda BotW fic about Link and his Mom)

"Something about us" - 27 (FMA - on the Homunculi)

"Bad Romance" - 25 (FMA - Lust/Pride)

"Aegis of Eris" - 24 (FMA multi-chapter)

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Usually, unless it's something short like "this was good!". If you take the time to comment, I think it's only fair to take the time to reply.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

"Something About Us", which ends with Greed leaving the other homunculi. Not exactly a surprise since it happened in canon, but still.

Maybe "We Stand Vigilant", as well, since Link finally remembers his Mom, but not until nearly a century after her death.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

"A Mother's Touch" - any Pern fic that ends in Impression is happy.

8. Do you get hate on fic?

No, because it seems like hardly anyone reads what I write anyway ^^; I tend to write OCs and Rare Pairs, so it's expected, but can sometimes still be disheartening.

9. Do you write smut?

Yes. I've written a couple smutty FMA fics, and one SW fic, "Seat of Command" between Thrawn and his wife, my OC Xelarra.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

Once, back on ff.net. It was FF6/FF7, so I'm not even sure if it counts.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

No. See Answer 8

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Once, actually! Somebody translated "Penelope" and my old ff.net SW fic, "Aerodynamic" (which I haven't transferred over to Ao3 since it no longer fits with my AU) into Croatian, and gave me full credit! I was thrilled!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Not yet. I'd like to.

14. What’s your all-time favourite ship?

Thrawn/Xelarra (my OC). If that doesn't count, I'd have to say Greed/Envy

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but probably won’t?

"Zelda's Redemption". I keep meaning to go back to it, but Star Wars has had my attention for the last few years. I'm not sure how "canon compliant" it would be now after Tears of the Kingdom anyway.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I research my topics well, and try to stick as close to canon as possible, even in AUs. If there's something I'm deviating from, I give a good reason.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

I'm slow af

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

Haven't done so, so idk.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Independence Day. I wrote a fic for it when I was 11 on my Mom's electric typewriter!

The first one I posted online was "Saria's Quest", for The Legend of Zelda.

20. Favourite fic you’ve written?

"Penelope". I went back to it after 17 years after all!

Writer Asks

I love doing these! They hardly ever come around anymore and I miss these. Thank you @bitchbrisket for sending this my way.

How many works do you have on AO3?

36

What’s your total AO3 word count?

664,309

What fandoms do you write for?

Mostly The Worst Witch 2017, but there’s also a couple of Bletchley Circle fics on there, as well as an unpublished Xena and a Rosemary and Thyme wip.

What are your top five fics by kudos?

Divine

Into the Great Wide Open

One Thing Leads to Another

Ghost

Winter Song

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I try to always comment. Comments are a gift and I want to recognize the time someone took tell me they liked my work. Plus, I love talking about writing and stories and all that.

What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Life has enough angst already, I don’t need to add to it with my fics. I much prefer a happy ending. That said, since I’ve left everyone hanging on Stella Caeli for 6 months (I’m so sorry!) and it’s at a disaster cliffhanger, it would be that. I am almost done with the next installment, though, so hopefully soon it won’t be angsty either.

What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Maybe Divine? That’s the last part of Hecate’s Summer Playlist. Either that or An Uncertain Spring

Do you get hate on fic?

I haven’t yet.

Do you write smut?

It probably comes as a surprise to most of my readers, but yes. Just not in any of the stuff I’ve written for TWW or posted on AO3

Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

Not really, though I do enjoy letting Rosemary and Thyme make a cameo every now and then. I’m not against them, just haven’t done it.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

I don’t think so.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

Not that I’m aware.

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

No, but Sparky probably deserves a co-writing credit for all of the work she’s put in to my fics.

What’s your all-time favourite ship?

This is a toughie. Certainly, Hecate Hardbroom and Pippa Pentangle – or Hecate and Ada Cackle – or Hecate and Julie Hubble. Honorable mentions include Jean McBride and Millie Harcourt, Xena and Gabrielle, Jenny Flint and Madame Vastra, Rosemary and Thyme, Lady Hardcastle and Flo, SuperCorp, Laventon and Cyllene… The list really could go on.

What’s a WIP you want to finish but probably won’t?

Probably my first fic – a massive crossover with characters from everywhere, a healthy dose of Mary Sue-manship, a bizarre premise that turned out to be not so bizarre when six months or a year after I started it, Galaxy Quest sort of had the main plot point.

What are your writing strengths?

I feel like dialogue is what I do best, followed by plotting.

What are your writing weaknesses?

Action sequences. They feel very stilted to me.

Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

Sure, write it. I've had bilingual characters.

First fandom you wrote for?

Not counting that first atrocity, Xena and Gabrielle – though technically it’s a Mel & Janice one.

Favourite fic you’ve written?

That is like picking a favorite child, isn’t it? Well, I shan’t be in denial about it. Hecate’s Summer Playlist holds a special place in my heart, closely followed by An Uncertain Spring and All Roads Lead to Home.

If you'd like to play, I'll tag @emiline-northeto @curlywitch14 @hydr0phius @cassiopeiasara and anyone else who'd like to join in.

Questions to respond to:

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

3. What fandoms do you write for?

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

8. Do you get hate on fic?

9. Do you write smut?

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

14. What’s your all-time favourite ship?

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but probably won’t?

16. What are your writing strengths?

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

19. First fandom you wrote for?

20. Favourite fic you’ve written?

[cambion-companion]

Painted in You

Art shenanigans plus a little too much wine for the reader leads to a rare moment of romantic cheesiness with our favorite Chiss (or mine at least).

Thrawn x reader drabble | established relationship | fluff | little steamy towards the end

You giggled a little, the red and yellow paint surely had gotten in your hair by now. You held your wine as steadily as you could while spreading the myriad of colors out with your hands. Your minimal white clothes were already completely saturated with color both fresh and dried from previous finger painting sessions. The protective film crinkled a little as you moved back to admire your messy, but beautiful, work. The large canvas before you was almost done in all of its many chaotically vibrant hues.

"I guessed I'd find you here."

The smooth cadence of Thrawn's voice behind you made you jump a little and you turned with excitement to greet him. "I'm glad you did!" You gestured to your work. "What do you think? Would you be able to deduce how to defeat me in battle from this?"

Thrawn looked over your shoulder to the colorful canvas, lingering with his tall frame against the doorway. A small smile curved his lips as he tilted his head, considering. "Only if said battle had strict cleanliness guidelines."

You laughed brightly and his smile grew at the sound.

"You should join me! It's quite relaxing, gets rid of stress." You paused, glancing over his immaculate uniform pointedly. "Leave that outside though."

"Do I appear stressed?" Thrawn asked but began removing his outer uniform anyway until he was down to his black training clothes.

"You never appear to have much emotion...but I know better by now." You spoke softly as he approached you, his movements calculated and purposeful as ever as he took your paint-stained hand and placed a gentle kiss to the inside of your wrist.

"Do you indeed?"

"Mhm." You gave a little sound of contented happiness at the feeling of his warm skin beneath your fingers as you touched Thrawn's face. A streak of red paint smudged across his cheek from your touch and you couldn't help but giggle a little. "Oh stars, I am sorry it seems I forgot just how messy I am currently."

Thrawn touched the wet paint on his face and withdrew his hand, studying it upon his fingers, his glowing gaze fixated on you once more, his smile still serene. "No matter. I predict such is only the beginning."

You sipped your wine and motioned for him to sit with you upon the tarp, dragging your paints closer so they were with reach. "I've run out of canvas anyway." You looked him over, your lips twitching. "And I can't think of a lovelier substitute."

Thrawn acquiesced, he rarely denied you anything these days, since you'd become romantically involved with the Chiss. It was common for most to view Thrawn as emotionless and a little cold, but that was not the case when the two of you were alone together.

You reached forward and began lifting his black tank top up, giving him a questioning look. When he nodded, you fluidly removed the garment and tossed it to a safe paint-clear space on the floor. You paused a moment to take in the beauty of the man sitting next to you, the shades of his blue skin shifting under the fluorescent light of your studio.

Thrawn's eyes were upon your face, his expression reminded you of the phrase "the cat who got the cream" and heat flushed to your cheeks.

"Continue." Thrawn prompted silkily, his tone barely more than a purr.

You shivered a little, your own eyes meeting his briefly, knowing he could read you backwards and forwards like a well-loved book. Your fingers dipped into the cold paint, choosing a dark crimson shade at first because you couldn't resist the color matching Thrawn's eyes.

"Hold still." You instructed, a little needlessly because Thrawn was still as a statue while you moved closer. You could feel his breath on your face and had to clear your head with a little shake.

"You appear somewhat distracted, my darling." Thrawn chuckled at your blushing reaction and took your own hand, extending your arm and dipping into his own choice of paint. You glanced down, he'd chosen a crisp yellow.

"I'm perfectly cognizant, just had a little wine." You defended, narrowing your eyes at him in a teasing glare. His gaze however was focused on his own work now as he began spreading the paint over your bare arm in swirling patterns that almost tickled.

You in turn began your own body art at his shoulder, tracing the contours of his muscles with the deep red and filling the lines at your leisure with grey and white hues. The distracting sensation of Thrawn brushing against your skin sent pleasant chills down your spine and your movements faltered as you closed your eyes a moment to enjoy it.

"You are quite skilled." Thrawn murmured and you opened your eyes to see him appraising his shoulder and arm with a satisfied expression. "Your color theory is a rare talent."

You leaned forward, taking the opportunity to place a sneaky kiss to his jaw. Thrawn's hand instinctively snaked around your torso, under your shirt at your back and pulled you closer as he turned his mouth to meet yours. You felt the cold paint smear against your skin but heeded it not, Thrawn's lips were fiery against your skin as he trailed small kisses down to your throat.

Your hand found its way to the back of his neck, leaving a wake of red paint against his cerulean skin.

"As I predicted." Thrawn pecked a kiss to the tip of your nose before measuring your expression with pride. "Much more of a mess."

"Your brilliance knows no bounds." You snarked, yelping a little as Thrawn took his revenge by adding more cold paint to your abdomnen, though the heat of his hands soon overtook it.

He bent you backwards with the force of his sudden kiss, his movements swift and exact as he moved over your now prone body. Somewhere in the haze and tangled limbs the paint cups got knocked over and you could see the colors pooling around you in your periphery. Thrawn nibbled on your bottom lip and helped you remove your own shirt, the bare skin of your back pressing into the spilled paint.

Where his hands moved, color was left behind streaked against your skin. By the end of your extra-curricular activities Thrawn had to carry you to the shower in order to save the rest of your apartments from being ruined forever.

[milfthrawnuorodo]

Safe in my Arms (Ascendancy!Thrawn x Reader)

Pairing: Ascendancy!Thrawn x Female Chiss Reader 

Summary: Csaplar, the capital city of Csilla, has been attacked by alien warships. You are a Syndic of the Mith family, forced to seek shelter from the attack along with the rest of the Syndicure. Thrawn, senior captain of the Chiss Expansionary Defence Fleet, is able to easily defeat the enemy targets, but finds himself struggling with something new: the sudden feelings of concern and panic at the thought of you in danger. These feelings are a first for Thrawn, always so confident in battle, seldom so confident when it comes to his feelings for his lover. When you two are reunited, Thrawn is forced to confront his feelings head on. His relief at seeing you alive and well quickly turns into something almost animalistic, and passion ensues, followed by the dawn of a crucial revelation. 

Warnings: Sliiiight angst, but I promise it all works out. SMUT!!! Oral (female receiving), P in V, feral Thrawn is it’s own warning, fucking on a countertop (will I ever let him fuck in the comfort of a bed??? Only time will tell). And watch out because this ending is FLUFF CITY. Like Goddamn call this bitch cotton candy the way it makes me so wet and then absolutely MELTS me. (too much?? Yeah, probably). 

A/N: So the original idea for this came from my head canon’s with my Chiss Syndic OC, Theta, which can be found here. I did originally post this as a Thrawn x Theta, but I know how beloved a solid Thrawn x Reader fic is, so here’s the compromise. Sigh,this fic is so self indulgent it should be a crime. But I hope you enjoy it!

This fic is spicyyyyy so 18+ only, minors do not interact. 

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The aroma of fresh caccoleaf was the only thing getting you through this never ending meeting. You gingerly took a sip, cherishing the slightly sweet flavor as you forced yourself to focus on the argument at hand. The Syndicure was in full session, meaning your days had been consumed by meetings just like this, speakers for various families vying for exchanges and favors to bolster their own needs above others. 

“What we are proposing would completely revitalize this meager farm area and turn it into a beacon of prosperity, attracting people from all around the Ascendancy, which could boost the local economy and present other long-lasting positive impacts. If you’ll look at the document that has been shared with each of your questises–”

The Ufsa speaker hadn’t even finished his obviously well-rehearsed speech before a representative from the Chaf family made her own grievances known. “That land rightfully belongs to the Chaf family,” she butted in emphatically. “You’ll have to pry that land straight from our hands.”

It took all your years of experience to contain your eye roll. You were proud of your position, honored by your duty to both your family and the Ascendancy, and, yes, you lived to serve your people in any way possible. But you also had a tendency to get frustrated at how selfish and self-serving members of the Aristocra could be. Your whole mission as one of the few female members of the Syndicure was to inspire unity amongst the families and encourage compromise and support over supporting self-serving needs. Though, with so many of the Aristocra being dead set in their old-fashioned ways, you more often than not felt like you were fighting an uphill battle. 

You took a deep breath to steady yourself, preparing to interrupt the argument which was clearly not making any headway, when a resounding alarm began to blare throughout the meeting room. The room was silent for a single heartbeat, before the Syndicure erupted into noise and chaos, each person trying to speak over the other to figure out what was going on. A voice projected over the loudspeaker.

“This is an emergency. Please remain calm and make your way to the shelters beneath the Cupola. I repeat, this is an emergency. Please remain calm and make your way to the shelters beneath the Cupola ”

The announcement hadn’t even finished before people were scrambling towards the doors and filing down the hallway towards the emergency exits that would take them to the shelters. You stood from your seat, making sure to grab the questis from the table before turning to navigate the throngs of people. A quick scan of the room told you that a majority of the Aristocra were well and able to take care of themselves. However, your eyes landed on a lone straggler, an elder from the Irizi family, struggling to make haste towards the exit, having long been forgotten by members of his own family in their own rush towards safety. Without hesitation, you crossed the short distance between you and loop your arm in his, wordlessly offering him your support. A look of surprise flitted across the man’s face, but was quickly replaced by a nod of respect and gratitude before leaning on your for support as you both made your way to the exit. This image, two rival families coming together to support each other in a time of crisis, this was what being a member of the Chiss Ascendancy was about: above family ranks, above political rivalries, above all else, you were all Chiss.

Joining the rest of the speakers, syndics, and various members of the aristocra in the shelters, you found an empty seat, getting a moment to collect your bearings for the first time. You spare a look down at your questis as a barrage of notifications lit up the screen. You could hardly process the words, having to reread the same sentence multiple times. 

Csaplar, capital of Csilla, is under attack by alien ships. Seek shelter immediately. 

You couldn’t remember the last time someone had dared attack the Ascendancy. It certainly hadn’t been in your lifetime, and from the looks of the faces around the shelter, you decided it most certainly hadn’t taken place in the lifetimes of even the eldest members of the Syndicure. You furiously refreshed your notifications, hoping for another update, but there was none to be found. With a worried sigh, you crossed one leg over the other in an attempt to get comfortable. “Stars only know how long we’ll be stuck down here,” you thought to yourself.

“Alien warships,” a nearby Syndic scoffed. “And they have the audacity to attack us?” His voice increased in pitch to emphasize his incredulity. 

“I’m sure the expansionary defense fleet has already lasered them to stardust by now,” another Syndic reassured. 

The words settled like a lead weight in your stomach. Thrawn. The adrenaline, which had just begun to wear off, peaked again and you worked to control your breathing. He was supposed to be coming back from his mission today. You had just spoken over holovid the night before once Thrawn had retired to his quarters, and you had been looking forward to having him planetside with you. Now, with this latest attack, if he was in the middle of it…your thoughts trailed off into the unknown. You knew it wouldn’t do any good to panic now, but the thought of Thrawn being up there, facing off against three enemy warships was enough to get your heart racing all the same. 

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Thrawn stood on the bridge, staring out the viewport at the sight before him. The alien warships were gone, blasted into rubble too small to even make a dent through the atmosphere. Always the calculated and stoic Senior Captain, Thrawn had kept a level head throughout the unexpected ordeal. The Springhawk was returning home from its mission, coming out of hyperspace just outside Csilla’s gravity well, when the foreign ships began firing on the planet’s capital city. It took less than a minute for the Chiss ships to return fire, and within fifteen minutes the battle was over. Thrawn stood motionless, staring into the empty space where the ships once stood, a sudden anxiety settling into his bones. His chest felt tight and your name fell off his lips in a silent plea. He knew you were there, in the capital. He knew the aliens had to be targeting the capital city–it was the most logical conclusion. Unfortunately, it was also the conclusion that sent an unfamiliar wave of panic through Thrawn. He forced himself to take exactly one deep breath, steeling himself, and forcing his feet to take him back to the Captain’s chair. “Continue course to Csaplar,” Thrawn announced, thankful to hear that his voice didn’t betray an ounce of the worry that plagued him. “The likeliest conclusion is that you are fine,” he thought to himself in an attempt to regain his internal control. You have to be fine. 

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The defense force had you waiting two hours in the shelters, to be sure that no further threats arose. Two hours you spent sick with worry about what was going on in the skies above. You fully believed that Thrawn was the most intelligent man you’d ever met, and the Ascendancy as a whole was far safer for his role in the expansionary defense fleet. But that didn’t mean you never worried about him every time you knew he was going into a dangerous situation. More than anything, it was the not knowing that was tearing you up the most. You tried to distract yourself with your colleagues, who, in typical syndicure fashion, all seemed to be trying to one-up each other in outrage, as if they were personally defending the ascendancy’s honor. If there was one thing that could bring together the Aristocra, it was a common enemy. 

Shortly past the second hour mark, you got the all-clear to evacuate the shelter. There would be a briefing with General Ba’kif in one of the meeting halls, and it was clear the Syndicure would be out for blood, demanding answers that may not even be available yet. As the sea of individuals rushed to assault the general with their questions, you strode right past the door of the meeting room, instead heading straight for your office. You had just shut the door behind you when you realized you weren't alone.

Thrawn stood in the middle of your office, and the familiar sight of him in the black uniform was nearly enough to bring tears of relief to your eyes. 

At the first sight of you, relief flooded Thrawn’s body and for the first time in over two hours, he felt as though he could breathe again. It took all of two strides for Thrawn to close the distance between you, his strong arms taking you into his grip, pulling you to his chest. You gripped him just as hard, breathing in the familiar scent.

You stood like that, embracing each other for several heartbeats. “I’m relieved to see you unharmed,” Thrawn’s soft voice broke the silence. You tilted your head back, looking into the eyes of your beloved. “Thrawn,” you started, but your voice broke, the reality of the situation finally sinking in. You forced a deep breath before continuing. “What happened?” With a final press of his lips against the top of your head, Thrawn stepped back and motioned for you to take a seat as he began to recount everything they had found out over the last few hours. 

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That night, You rinsed off the last of the dinnerware, passing the dripping plate to Thrawn, who methodically dried it off and set it amongst its freshly clean counterparts. The dinner had been a simple affair, but you cherished these nights the most. They were too few and far between. Though, you supposed you were somewhat in luck–the estimated repairs for the Springhawk were to take between four and six weeks, and you’d soak up every ounce of time together you could get. 

Thrawn had been unusually quiet tonight though, and you watched as he gripped the edge of the countertop, clearly lost in thought. Thrawn’s focus shifted as a pair of soft arms wound their way around his midsection. “Tell me what’s bothering you, love,” your voice was barely above a whisper. Up on your toes, you pressed a kiss to Thrawn’s neck, “And don’t bother denying it. You know I can read you as easily as a data cylinder,” you quipped, trying to ease the tension. 

With a small sigh, Thrawn turned to face you. His lean body propped up against the countertop, arms crossed at his chest, and though he was looking at you, you could feel that his gaze was far away. 

“There was a moment today, after the attack,” Thrawn started, then paused, thinking over his words. “I had a feeling I don’t think I’ve ever experienced before.” You waited patiently through another extended pause, giving Thrawn what you hoped was an encouraging nod.

“As soon as the battle was over, I was hit by this strange sense of terror. There was this sudden, overwhelming dread, and I was convinced something had happened to you.” Thrawn paused, his throat working. “I don’t know what I would have done. What I’d do if–” Your features instantly softened, and you interrupted the thought, stepping up on your tiptoes to press a gentle kiss to Thrawn’s lips. 

“It’s okay,” you whispered, pulling away momentarily. “I’m fine.” You pressed another kiss to his lips. “I’m okay,” you reassured, murmuring against his lips, and it was as if upon hearing those words, feeling your soft lips against his, something within Thrawn broke. His hands were off the counter, gripping your waist, pulling you closer to him as his lips crashed against yours, gripping you in a fierce kiss. You hardly had a second to react before Thrawn picked you up, twisting your positions so he could place you on the countertop, not even breaking the kiss. Your eyebrows shot up in surprise, though you certainly weren’t about to stop him. Thrawn’s grip on your hips tightened as he deepened the kiss, pulling you to the edge of the counter. Suddenly, you understood where Thrawn was coming from. The relief at having him here, the knowledge that you were both safe, both together, it was enough to have you mirroring his intensity.

Your hands were desperate, clumsily trying to undo Thrawn’s uniform. Stars damn all the regulation zips that made these things so damn hard to remove. Eventually, Thrawn took pity on you, stepping back to remove the rest of the jacket, discarding his undershirt as well, letting both fall to the floor. You had only a moment to appreciate the toned, muscular skin, biting your bottom lip as you took in the view, and then Thrawn’s lips were back on yours and your fingers went straight to tangle themselves in his hair. 

“I need to—“ Thrawn gasps out between kisses. “I need to taste you.” 

You nodded your head fervently and spread your legs, leaning back on your hands as Thrawn pressed sweet kisses along your neck and down your still-clothed chest. Pushing up your skirt, you lifted yourself just enough for him to slide your damp panties down your leg. Thrawn let out an audible groan. “I do believe you’ll be the end of me,” he growled in a low voice, before falling to his knees. 

The sight of Thrawn on his knees before you was almost enough to push you over the edge. Thrawn slid your legs open, resting them on his shoulders as he pressed a kiss to your core. The sensation sent a shiver down your spine, but before you could even beg for more, he dove right in. 

He ate like a man who had been starved for days, unable to get enough. A single finger joined his tongue, and left you squirming on his counter. Your hips thrust up into his face, a second digit joining in, stretching you. He curled his fingers, hitting that spongy spot deep inside you, and stars danced behind your eyelids. “Thrawn!” you exclaimed, panting. His fingers moved faster, harder, expertly dragging your orgasm from you. “Thrawn, I’m going to—“ before you could even finish that sentence, your orgasm ripped through your body. Your back arched, cunt tightening around his fingers. His tongue lapped up your juices, which only prolonged the orgasm. Gasping for air, you slowly came down from her high, coming to just in time to spot Thrawn trailing soft kisses along the inside of your thighs, working his way back up to kiss your face. Thrawn pressed himself up against your soaking core, and you could feel how much he enjoyed that experience as his rock-hard member pressed against your sensitive mound, eliciting another moan from you, his name dancing on your lips. “Thrawn.”

“I need to feel you,” he moaned against his kiss. “I need to be inside you.” His kiss was frenzied, his need was unmistakable. You had never seen the man so undone, and you could hardly believe it was on your behalf. It felt like a dream. All you could manage was a breathy “yes,” in response, but it was all the approval Thrawn needed. 

Without missing a beat, Thrawn’s hands were on his belt, quickly undoing it, his pants falling to the floor soon after. You let out a sigh as he freed his cock and gave his member a rough couple pumps. Your mouth watered at the sight of it–thick and long, and deliciously veined, as if it was designed purely for your pleasure. You couldn’t help but rub your thighs together, desperate for some kind of friction as you took in the sight before you: 

Thrawn, his typically meticulous hair now a disheveled mess, his impressive member in hand, and a look of absolute feral need in his eyes. 

Thrawn held the tip of his cock, teasing your opening. Even when he was overcome with need, he still took the time to savor this moment. In a moment of impatient desperation, you thrust your hips up off the counter, which Thrawn rewarded with a swift thrust of his hips, his cock finally filling you to the brim. He paused for a moment, letting you adjust. A breathless moan of approval from you is all it took for him to lose himself. 

His thrusts were hard and his pace was quick. He needed this. He needed to feel you beneath his fingers, to know that you were safe in his arms. You threw your head back, the pleasure radiating through your body. In and out, in and out. Thrawn’s breathing was labored, letting out breathy moans. His pace quickened, and he could tell you were nearing another orgasm. Your cunt tightened around his cock as you neared her edge, and Thrawn let out a gasp and another moan, your name on his lips. It was enough to send you over the edge once again, wrapping your legs around his waist and pulling him closer into you. Feeling your pussy pulse around his cock was just enough to cause Thrawn to lose any remaining composure. “Fuck,” Thrawn grunted, grabbing your hips tight enough to bruise, thrusting his hips even harder. With a final groan, Thrawn’s hips faltered and his cock twitched as he emptied himself inside you.

Thrawn pressed his forehead to yours as you both struggled to catch your breath. He loosened his fingers from their iron grip on your hips, and he was surprised at the slight shake that unsteadied his hand. “That’s new,” Thrawn remarked to himself, still perplexed at how thoroughly you had undone him. He was enamored with you. His hands absentmindedly trailed along your side as he pressed tender kisses along your neck and jaw, still soaking in your scent. He paused when he reached the apex of your neck and he relished the feel of your pulse beneath his lips, further proof that you were alive and well. 

“I love you.” The words tumbled from Thrawn’s mouth, his deep voice barely above a whisper. You froze beneath his touch. Even Thrawn seemed momentarily taken aback by the words which he hadn’t even meant to say out loud. But with every moment that passed, Thrawn realized how true they were. He was in love with you. And, if he was being honest with himself, he had been for quite some time. “I love you,” you whispered back, the softest smile on your face. Thrawn couldn’t help his smile as your lips met again, but this kiss was different: full of passion, yes, but something softer. Love. 

“Damn,” you breathed out, breaking the kiss after several moments. “Maybe warships should attack the ascendancy more often,” you said with a playful smile on your lips. 

Thrawn bit back a growl and, with a scowl, took you into his arms, lifting you off the countertop. “Don’t even joke about that,” he said in a low voice, immediately followed by a soft press of his lips to your temple. Thrawn started towards your bedroom, wondering what exactly he was getting himself into, but knowing that he was in too deep to turn back now. 

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My first (finished) fanfic… “Miithrawn”

Explicit, F/M, Thrawn/OC, 21k words, 12 chapters, completed:

Grand Admiral Thrawn crash lands on a remote planet and is rescued by a wild woman. Upon being recovered by the Empire, he takes the woman with him to his ship.

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#5

To Love, To Rest

AN: This is the work of the awesome @kimageddon I am so happy how this came out that I had to write a fic about it. Think of it like a sleeping headcanon.

Maul and Thrawn have weird sleeping habits.

Maul barely sleeps. His mind is too filled with buzzing thoughts and plagues by nightmares. He works himself to the point that when he finally falls asleep, it is dreamless and black. He moves around in his sleep at time, he kicks and snarls at invisible enemies.

Thrawn sleeps like a corpse. He never moves from his position, the only way to see if he's even breathing if looking at the rise and fall of his chest. He also only sleep when he needs to, when he worked himself too hard from plans and paperwork.

That changed with Onora.

Onora doesn't really like an empty bed. In her apartment in Daiyu, her massiffs usually sleep with her. So she usually wakes up with at least one of her pets snuggling up to her. Being on the chimera was worst, cause shes alone in that small bed in her quarters, filled with nothing but her buzzing thoughts. So she tries to work to tire herself out, just so she wont think.

When the trio are together, Onora is always in the middle, while Maul and Thrawn cuddle with her. Electronics were not allowed and Maul wore pants cause his metallic legs are cold to her bare skin.

They hold onto her, like she was the center of their universe.

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20 notes - Posted December 8, 2022

#4

Onora noticed that both Maul and Thrawn kiss her differently.

Thrawn kisses her slow, like he analyzing every crevasse of her mouth and lips. He runs his tongue over her lower lip and a slight bite to it. he then leaves a smaller kiss afterwards, as though he was branding her. When they alone, he lifts her up to give her a kiss, wanting to feel her weight as he gives her a scorching kiss.

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21 notes - Posted September 25, 2022

#3

Clone OC: Howl

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Howl

Species: Human (clone)

Gender: Male

Height: 6 ft

Hair Color: Black, in a mohawk and a braid

Eye: Brown

Homeworld: Kamino

Number: CT-7419

Affiliation: Galactic Republic, Wolfpack

Rank: Trooper

Personality and Traits: Very protective of his squad, especially of his batch twin, Thunder. Is always a ready for a fight, grinning with delight and just jumping into it (to the chagrin of his medic)Also bites when hes in a fight. Is also confident that he will win it. Despite his energetic personality, is a bookworm, specifically with history. Has a tattoo of a snarling wolf on his chest, along with a lot of scars.

Personalized weapon: Wrist-blades gauntlets

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21 notes - Posted January 14, 2022

#2

The Golden Touch

Pairing: Savage X FemReader

Rating: M, for alot of smut and bondage.

Notes: Love this dude, had to make a smut fic for him.

You took a deep breath, letting it out slowly. You then look at your lover; your very naked and your very tall lover.

“Now are you absolutely sure about this, Savage?”

He smiled at you, chuckling as he reached for your hand, rubbing its palm.

“We have discussed this at length, little one.” Savage said, “And I do want this.”

You and Savage have been lovers for awhile and it has been wonderful. He was so attentive to you and loving, his large hands always made you ache so lovingly and feel indescribably loved. You stated you want him to feel what he made you feel.

Loved.

Worshiped.

You also brought up trying out bondage and Savage seem intrigued, but also nervous. He explained how he still has some fears from his transformation from the night-sisters; how powerless he felt and how invading it was. So after a lot of talking and discussing of boundaries, you both decided on scarfs, so they wont hurt his wrists and he could easily get out of them.

You were pulled out of your thoughts as the large zabrak laid back, his arms raised above his head. You smile warmly at him as you tied his hands to the headboard, carefully making sure they weren't too tight. You then looked down at him and you swallow

Oh.

He is magnificent.

His body was so muscular, so solid. There wasn't an ounce of fat on him. Your eyes traced his night-brother tattoos, all the way from his face to his toes. You also take in his horns, thinking how much it looks like a crown. You bit your lip as you rub your thighs together.

It was as though some underworld god was laying in your bed.

“You are magnificent, Savage.” you said as you peel off you robe, showing your own nakedness. Your fingertips glide over his muscular chest, seeing his skin tighten over your touch. You keep going down until you reach his large girth. You gave it a feather light touch, seeing the organ stiffen under your touch.

“So gorgeous, I want you so much.” you say, as you climb on top of him, seeing him start to breathe hard. You reached down and started to lick his chest. You felt like you were getting drunk on his musky scent, your pink muscle savoring every inch of his skin. You started to go down , your eyes watching every expression on his face.

He watched you with heated eyes, following your tongues path. He groaned when you reached his cock, and gave it some kitten licks, your eyes still on him. You then reached to its head and suckled on it; slowly going down. You moan as you take in every ridge, then suddenly pulling away. You heard Savage whine and then gasp when you suck on his testicles, massaging his cock with your hands. You feel his hips twitch as he tried not to move, although you hear him growling.

You pull away again as he looks with disbelief. You give him a small smile as you sit on his lap.

“You are utterly magnificent, Savage.” you whisper, suddenly feeling shy. You feel so exposed like this, baring your heart out while completely naked on top of your lover.

“Every time I see you, i want nothing more then to just strip you of your armor and taste every inch of your body.” you said in a husky tone. “ I want to push on the floor and ride you in front of your brother and his followers. I want them all to see. I want them all to know you are mine.”

You then slowly let Savage enter, hissing at his size as you felt his ridges against your walls.

Savage was silent during your exchange, his hearts swelling at your declaration. But his brow furrowed when he hears you hiss in pain.

“Little one, do not strain yourself.” he said, making your eye narrow and you suddenly you sink in fully, making him growl. You then started to move, not even bothering with a slow rhythm.

“You are mine!” you gasped, “I want them all to know that you are mine!”

There was suddenly a loud snarl and the sound of fabric ripping; Savage suddenly sat up and grabbed your shoulders. You were startled and stared at his yellow eyes, which were brimming with a deep lust. He smiled softly, kissing your cheek and laying back.

“Are you not claiming me, little one?” he said, making you smirk and started to ride him harder.

The room filled with both of your groans and moans. You threw your head back, savouring every inch of him as you continue to moan praises of him. You can feel his large hands grabs your hips in a bruising grip, which then move to your breasts, pinching your nipples. The extra stimulation made you moan louder, you eyes shut tight as you take in every sensation.

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23 notes - Posted April 6, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

She Walks with Passion

Pairing: Cad Bane X Female Reader

Rating: M, for smut.

Notes: First Cad Bane fic, so please be gentle. Couldn't get this bastard out of my head since that BoBF episode.

You were walking down the streets of Mos Espa when you felt a chill down you neck. You look look behind you, but didn'tne see anyone. You still felt that same uneasiness as you look around, then you cursed under your breath.

Kriff.

Someone found you.

OK, sure you might have robbed some nobles on Coruscant and some Crime lords here on Mos Espa, but you thought you at least had some time to get away. You quicken your pace, trying to out walk your pursuer. But you still heard footsteps behind you. You quickly ran into an alley, trying to find a window or some balcony that could climb on to. You then heard spurs behind you and you whirl around.

You see a duro with a big hat pointing a blaster at you.

“Ah hell.”

There was a blue flash and then your vision went black.

***

you wake up slowly, groaning. You sit up slowly and noticed you hands in binders. You started to struggle with your binders when a deep voice piped up.

“I wouldn't do that if I were you, girly.”

You looked up at the source of the voice and your breath hitched.

Standing there with his arms crossed was that duro you saw int he alleyway. He stared at you with red eyes and you gulp.

“Y-Youre Cad Bane.” you said breathlessly. Hell, there is no one in the galaxy that doesn't know who Cad Bane is. You looked over his form and gulped again.

“Man, he is hotter that I thought.”

You were pulled out of your thoughts when Bane roughly pulled you up. He started to drag you towards the front of his ship.

“You gave me a hell of a hard time looking for your, girl.” he growled out “You kept slipping in and out of security so damn fast, it was like chasing a womp rat.”

You grinned at the insult, glad that your prowess as a thief was making waves. He then plopped you in a seat and went back to the controls.

“Soooo, where exactly are you taking me?

“Nevarro. Its a drop-off there, then off to prison for you.”

“OOO, which one?”

Bane side-eyed you, probably wondering why you were so giddy about jail.

“The central detention center.”

You wrinkled your nose at that

“Seriously? They could at least put me somewhere a little more challenging.” You huffed. You then stood up and dropped the binders you just got out of on Banes lap.

“I think you need these.” you said, as you walked out of the cockpit, wanting to stretch your legs.

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75 notes - Posted February 26, 2022

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