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vibratingskull · 8 months

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Hello! 👋 I have a request if you don't mind. 🥺👉🏻👈🏻 Thrawn x f!reader reunion sex. F!reader was with Morgan, Bylan, Shin, and Sabine in finding Thrawn cause that's her man and she misses him and when they reunite, they have passionate alone time together 😏

Mmmmmmmmh 😋 smexy times with Thrawn, you have such good tastes anon. Plus Lars interpretation is DOING THINGS to me 😩🥵

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tag : reunion sex, cunnilingus, p in v sex, she/her reader and a bit of fluff

“What was first just a dream has become a frightening reality for those who may oppose us.” He casually says, closing the gap between him and the group with his signature smirk.

You straighten your back, gulping, your heart beating at 100 miles per hour.

Finally.

After ten years.

You can see him in all his glory.

Thrawn…

Your heart screams to throw yourself at him, everyone be damned, but it is a bad idea. None of them are aware of your relationship with Thrawn, you took great care in hiding that from them. This info is too sensitive to be known by anyone. Morgan would have tried to get rid of you if she knew, her thirst for power and glory pushing her to follow and obey Thrawn in all matters, but she’s not without deviances and you don’t trust her enough, Thrawn didn’t trust her enough either to reveal your relationship to her back in the Empire.

But you, you know her.

She always struck you as an odd choice for Thrawn to take as a protégé… She always lacked the genius he saw in Vanto and Faro, maybe it’s her undying loyalty that resembles obsession that pleased him? You doubt it. He surely only took her under his wings to know more about the Force and fight the jedis more efficiently.

“Great mothers, I salute you. Soon we should all escape this exile thanks to the help of Morgan Elsbeth.”

Oh that voice… so soft and melodic like in your memories. How much you yearned to hear it again. It makes you want to run into his arms and hug him tightly, to jump in his embrace and kiss him deeply.

But that would be stupidly dangerous. Elsbeth is too savage and you don’t feel those… Great Mothers. Something tells you they are the kind to exploit any weakness.

The discussion continues while your eyes remain on your man, your treasure, your cha’cah… He’s old. He seems tired and weary, his uniform is patched up. The weight of years really makes itself felt despite his haughty demeanor.

But to you he’s never been so handsome.

Nothing could compare to him and the moment of your reunion.

This instant is magic, timeless. A fairy tale. You feel light bubbles in your stomach. But you have one lingering fear…

“And you are?” he asks Baylan, clasping his hand behind his back as you remember him doing.

“Mercenaries” Morgan explains “Baylan Skoll, and his apprentice Shin Hati.” She presents them, they bow lightly to him, remaining humble. “And (Y/n)(F/n), but I think you already know her.”

You take a step forward and bow respectfully to him, a sour taste in your mouth. What if his sentiment faded during this ten years exile? What if he found comfort in the arms of one of his stormtroopers? What if you’re just too old for him now?

You look into his eyes as you raise back your head, he glares back at you with a light grin.

“I do remember. We used to work closely to defeat the enemy of the Empire together.”

“Indeed, Grand Admiral.” You nod humbly.

Oh to be close, you were close. As close as you can be. He takes his time to gauge you up and down with his little grin before turning back to Baylan.

“Then you must be General Baylan Skoll, of the Jedi order.”

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You're fidgeting your fingers, laying on the bed.

You can’t sleep.

You’re well awake under the covers, eyes fixated on the stone ceiling of the cold room, mulling over your situation.

You find him! A hunt of ten years just ended, and you hoped for… more? Just after finishing the presentations Thrawn and Morgan locked themself in a room to strategize your next moves. Baylan, Shin and you were left arms dangling without anything to do. You tried to access the Chimaera to visit your old room but the captain, Enoch, stopped you and escorted you back to the stone citadel without a word.

You’re not welcome in the Chimaera anymore it seems.

Are your fears correct?

Did he find someone else?

You sigh deeply, turning in the cover again.You try not to think too much about it, you wished you could ask him for an explanation but each time you tried to enter the room a soldier stopped you. And you don’t think he would have appreciated to be disturbed in his brainstorming session for heart matters.

You bite your lips, feeling tears building behind your eyes. Even after ten years that still hurts like hell. You hoped for an explosive reunion, but you got a nod and a grin before getting ignored and relegated to a goon status. If only you could just cross path with him in the corridors, just one discussion to clear the air and know your situation for certain, if only-

You hear knocks at your door.

You raise your head. It’s almost 3am, who would come at this hour?

“Coming!” You shout, praying for it not to be Enoch with bad news.

You open your door to Thrawn, hands behind his back, and a serious gaze.

“Oh…” That’s all you can say, you thought he was already sleeping.

Apparently the session with Morgan only ended moments ago.

“May I enter?” he politely asks.

You step to the side, signaling him your permission. He enters slowly, like he’s discovering the room. You close the door and cross your arms, as much to protect you from the cold than to protect yourself from what he could throw at you.

“Is something wrong?” you ask, a little anxious.

He spins on himself, turning to you.

“Nothing is wrong, dear. Nothing has ever been this brighter in ten years.”

You smile a bit, nodding.

“Yeah, I guess finally seeing your rescue group must lift a heavy weight off your shoulders.”

“It is true. But I was not referring to that.” he counters. “Approach.”

You tilt your head, walking toward him. He extends his hand to you and you take it, wondering what he wants. He inspects your left hand and a smile graces his lips.

“You are still wearing your wedding ring.” you think you hear some relief in his tone but you can’t be sure.

“Yes. I kept it for all those years.” you admit.

“Does it still have value in your eyes?” he asks suddenly.

“What do you mean?” you frown.

“Your ring. Does it still hold any meaning to your heart?” he demands with gleaming eyes.

After a hesitation you nod.

“Yes. Yes it does.”

He looks into your eyes, as to see if you were lying and sighs of relief.

“You ease my heart.” he takes his left hand from behind his back into your hand, revealing his own ring “I kept mine too. It reminded me of you everyday.” He kisses your hand reverently.

You observe his ring on his finger, feeling your heart dilating with relief.

He didn’t forget you…

“Thank Maker.” you whisper, closing your eyes.

“Cha’cah.” you reopen your eyes, feeling his warm palms on your cheek “I am blissful to see you. I missed you terribly.”

“I missed you too.” you throw yourself in his arms, circling him tightly.

He squeezes you against his heart, kissing the top of your head.

“I am here, cha’cah. And I am not going anywhere this time.”

You raise your gaze to meet his, full of hope.

“You promise?” you hear your voice crack “I already lost you once, I won’t survive losing you a second time.”

“I promise cha’cah. From now on we will remain together, fight together, rule together…” he tries to appease you.

“I don’t care about ruling anybody, it’s you that I want!” You bury yourself against him, digging your nails in the fabric of his white uniform like he would evaporate. You don’t care about any powers, all you came here for is to bring him home, you will think about power after.

“You are right as always. I am sorry. This is the most important.” He murmurs as he buries his head in the crook of your neck, deeply inhaling your scent.

He looms over you with his height, shielding you with his large shoulders. You start hearing a faint purr as he breathes in your musk.

“You smell lovely.” he finally says after a minute of silence.

“Yeah right!” you giggle “I’m sweaty and there aren't any showers here.”

“Well it is lovely nonetheless.” He inhales again with a growl of satisfaction “It is doing things to me…” he sighs deeply satisfied.

He starts kissing your exposed neck as you chuckle.

“Doing things to you? What happened to my unshakable Grand Admiral?”

“Maybe the unshakable Grand Admiral would like to revel in your delights.” he says lowly, pushing you gently against a wall.

You’re pressed between the cold stone and the large wall that is his chest, he kisses your neck, your jaw, stops to devour you with his red gaze and finally kisses your lips. You close your eyes to savor it, opening your mouth to let him enter. His tongue passes past your lips to hug and dance with yours. You moan against his soft lips, indulging yourself in the languorous kiss. His purr grows louder, a hand in your hair to press your lips against his, his other hand snakes its way in your back to pull your body against his. You circle his shoulders with your arm, a hand passing in his hair, dishevelling him. The kiss became heavy and feverish, his hands sliding under your shirt, caressing your bare skin with his warm palm. You part with him to start unbuttoning his jacket with haste, barely containing your desire to simply tear it apart to gain access to his body. Thrawn chuckles darkly.

“I do not remember you so hasty.”

“We didn’t have 10 years to compensate.” you counter, you wince because a stupid button refuses to open.

He kisses your forehead tenderly and opens it for you, taking his sweet time deliberately.

“I don’t wanna play tonight.” you say between a plea and an order.

“You are right, this is cruel of me.”

He finishes to open his jacket at a more acceptable pace and take it off, leaving himself in his signature black tank top.

“Maker, your taste in fashion hasn't evolved in ten years.” you giggle.

He sighs and tackles your feet. You yelp in surprise, losing your balance but he catches you with expert hands and carries you bridal style to your basic bed. He lays you down, looming over you like a predator and kisses you again, pulling your shirt over your breast and sliding your bra under it to expose your sensitive tits. He lapps them avidly, licks across the mount and sucks them like he would gulp down a treat, groping them with his large warm hands. You whimper and arch your back under his ministrations, how right does it feel to feel him on you again…

He kisses your tit and passes to the other, giving it the same treatment while massaging the first one. Your breath gets stuck in your throat and you feel your pussy starting to leak with your slick and soaking your undergarment. You want his lips and hands everywhere on you at the same time, you want to feel the weight of his body on yours, pining you into place, you want him deep inside you.

“Hurry… Please hurry…” you whimper as his tongue works on your nipple.

“No.'' He berates you gently “I have been deprived of you for so long, let me enjoy it as I please.” He slowly trails his way down your stomach with his tongue, leaving a trail of fresh saliva from your breast to your tummy. He reaches the hem of your pants and takes a good lick at your venus mons with the flat of his tongue. He kisses it swiftly and opens your pants with deft hands.

“First, let me indulge myself in my favorite treat.” he says with a short breath, a rare visible sign of his excitement.

You try to raise your bust on your elbow to have a better view when he slides your panties to the side to gain access to your wet cunny. He blows on it lightly, letting the cold hair hit your sensitive bud. You whine, your pussy demanding attention urgently. He chuckles and kisses your pussy lips before taking a fat sloppy lick with the flat of his tongue. You throw your head backward with a moan as he licks and laps you thoroughly, he focuses on your clit, sucking it and flicking his tongue, giving it extra intention, eating you out as good as you remember him doing. Maker, in ten years he didn’t lose his touch, you feel yourself getting wetter and wetter. He looks straight into your eyes as he does it, unashamed, growling like a carnivore feasting on its prey. You inadvertently squeeze his head in the spasm of your thighs, his large hands come part them wide open to give him better access. You flush deeply, taking shallow breath you feel yourself trembling terribly as pleasure waves spread through your veins. He continues to tease you like a hungry man, unbothered by your trembling limbs locking his head in its place. The waves grow furious and you come on his face. You let yourself fall on the mattress, tired and ashamed.

“I’m sorry…” you whine between two gasps.

“Never apologize for that. It is exactly what I wanted and you delivered splendidly.” he purrs, working his tongue on your fold. Drinking your slick, he parts your folds and enters you and tonguefuck you thoroughly, darting and caressing your gummy spot so deliciously.

You didn’t know any other man during those ten years, you stayed faithful to him and rarely took the matter in your own hands because you were so busy working to get him back. Those ten years of abstinence got you so sensitive that one orgasm already took a toll on your delicate pussy. You grip his hair and face, trying to pull him off you but he doesn’t budge, remaining firmly in place.

“Thrawn… please…” you try.

“That is it. Call my name cha’cah, do not hesitate to scream it as you cum.” he coos, his swollen lips working on yours all puffy and soft.

You try to wiggle out of his grip but he holds down your hips firmly with a growl of disapprobation, warning you to never deprive him of your cunny. He purposely makes the most obscenes sounds to get you hot and bothered, to let you know that it is because of you he behaves like a rabid animal in heat, that he tossed both of your dignities to indulge in the sinful pleasures of the flesh. You moan under his skillful tongue, you are hypersensitive and already sore, how could you take another orgasm without shattering in a million pieces? Your pussy clench painfully over his tongue, you feel your muscles gorging themself with hot blood and puffing up.

“I missed that pussy.” He groans “You have no idea how much. Ten years without it was torture.”

“It… It wasn’t funny without you either.” you breathe.

“We will make up for it tonight, cha’cah. Do not worry about that.”

Oh you don’t worry about that, you worry about your spasming cunt. You feel your heart beating at max speed, ready to spring out of your ribcage. You feel your own blood beat furiously down in your core.

You come again, a powerful orgasm that tenses up all your muscles. You squirt in his mouth as you land on the mattress with a “oof”.

“Prodigious, cha’cah! You have done it!” He praises you, you can hear the warmth and the satisfaction in his voice and deep purr as he licks his lips hungrily. Thrawn adorns a smug smirk of making you cum two times. He kisses your clit and looms over you again, kissing you deeply, letting you taste yourself on his tongue.

He places himself between your legs, raising up on his knees to take off his shirt and open his pants. You wearily push yourself in a sitting position to get rid of all your clothes sticky and full of sweat. You help him with his pants, seeing the bulge in the tight fabric. It must be painful for him, you think. He frees his erection and you take it in your hand, stroking it lazily and kissing its head. You lick his blue girth from the base to the tip, peppering kisses here and there. He inhales deeply, his head back, caressing your cheek. you take him in your mouth and circle his crown with your tongue. It is warm and heavy in your mouth, it makes you drool. You taste the saltiness of his pre-cum. You start bobbing your head when he gently pulls you off. You look at him without understanding, pouting like a child who just got denied a tasty candy.

“What you are doing with your mouth is delightful, cha’cah. But I want my cock inside your pussy as soon as possible.” He rasps.

You open your eyes wide.

In your pussy? No way.

You’re already so sore, he can’t be serious.

“Thrawn…” you whine “I can’t take another one…”

He gently pushes you back on the mattress, following you with a smirk.

“Of course you can, cha’cah. You are a big girl, you can take it and more. I trust you.” he licks and kisses your neck, weighing heavy on your more petite figure. You feel so safe under his warm, hot body.

He circles your waist with his arms and rolls on the side, pulling you on top of him.

“Ride me, my love. Take control.” He instructs.

You feel his dick poking at the plumpness of your ass, hard as a rock. You cry, your legs are already trembling, you don’t know if you can even ride him properly. You sigh and tiredly raise from your laying position to grasp him and align him with your sex. You ease yourself slowly on him, opening your mouth round at the full sensation.

Maker, he’s big! You forgot how much.

You’re stuffed to the brim, you can’t take more. His hands come caressing your waist to ease your muscles.

“You are doing great, cha’cah. Ride me as you please, what you want I will give.” He praises you.

You rise up and go down slowly, letting your slick act as a lubricant and it’s hardly a luxury given his girth. You breathe deeply through your nose and continue to ride him slowly, making circling motion with your hips. He can reach every spot with ease, you feel his tip brushing your cervix, deep inside you. You moan his name pathetically, your legs are barely working and you have difficulty raising your own weight on his shaft.

“Maker, were you always so tight?” he gasps with gleaming eyes.

You ride him sloppily as best you can, with Thrawn seizing your waist to help your motion, caressing you with his thumbs. He starts rutting into you delicately, but you can feel his eagerness bubbling under his skin. Despite that he respects the pace you choose.

When you reach the end of your rope you fall on him, gasping for air. He hugs you tight, kissing the top of your head while rutting deep inside you, one hand between your two bodies to caress your clit. You can’t move anymore, you really should work on your stamina, you think with a tired smile, letting him work. Your sore pussy is stretched to the max, your pussylips are all swollen and your abused clit is all puffy and nervous. You feel your inner muscle working to welcome his cock deep inside you, so much you feel waves in your stomach. His veiny shaft stretches you deliciously.

“Can I take the lead?” He softly asks.

You nod with a mumble, exhausted.

He makes you roll swiftly, getting on top of you again and installs a breakneck pace all of the sudden. He knocks the air out of your lungs, hitting your cervix with ease.

“Ha! Thrawn!” You manage to speak between two powerful thrusts.

“Hold on to me, cha’cah.” He indicates, panting, pressing himself against you and merely suffocating you.

Your head hits the headboard repeatedly, as you hold on to Thrawn for dear life. The scent of sex and his musk makes your head spin and the obscene noises of flesh hitting flesh resonate in the bedroom in an obsessing fashion. You gasp and mewls and whimper and sob, digging your nails in his large shoulders, his imposing figure shielding you completely. You let your gaze travel south and see how his cock disappears inside your body, a creamy O at the base of his shaft.

He rolls his hips like a jackhammer, pushing you into the mattress like it was nothing. You fear the bed will break, it’s clearly not made to bear such activities.

“It is so good, cha’cah. It is better than in my memories. Is it good for you too?” he asks, biting your lower lips.

“Yes, yes, yes…” you can only chant.

He plunges into you with force, at this point you’re more of a fleshlight he uses than an active participant. But you’re so exhausted, and the pleasure you feel is so great it stiffen your limbs, preventing you from moving. You feel your poor pussy getting abused, hit repeatedly by his mighty hips.

Despite his age, he really still got it.

It transports you back in time, with your younger self making love all night long, with him nuzzling against you, begging for another round while you just layed barely moving from exhaustion. In some way it is still the same, your older self just lasted less time.

You feel your pussy clenching on his cock again, and you just know you completely soaked up the sheets. You feel your slick and his pre-cum leaking of your cunny, running along your tight ass.

He holds your cheek tenderly and kisses you feverishly, muffling your mewls with his soft lips. His tongue comes to hug yours, languidly.

You cry his name as you cum again, seeing stars behind your closed eyes, tensing around his dick like it is trying to hold it deep inside, he kisses your cheek, purring loudly, clearly satisfied by his work.

His hips start jerking and moving erratically until he freezes, completely contracted, spurting long hot ribbons of seed in you. Your pussy milks him dry for all his worth.

He peppers your face with kisses, as you try to get back your breath.

“Can I remain inside? I want to enjoy you as long as I can.” he whispers in your ear.

You slowly nod, repressing a yawn.

He slides on the side, hugging you tight. You snuggle against him, your head against his beating heart.

“It was grandiose, was it not, cha’cah?” he kisses your forehead “I could go for another round if you wish?”

You hide your face in his chest with a pathetic whine.

“Alright.” He chuckles, “as you wish, my love."

You remain silent for long minutes, only listening to each other breathing. You draw circle on his wide chest with the tip of your finger before taking the floor.

"You're gonna find it stupid, but I was afraid you'd find someone else." You let out.

"Nobody could have taken your place, you are unique in my heart." Thrawn whispers back.

"Yet when Enoch refused me access to the Chimaera I thought our time was over." You turn your head to meet his gaze.

His hand comes grazing your cheek.

"I had to do… reforms to keep my troops alive. It was not against you. I will warn Enoch to give you free access to the ship first thing in the morning." He comforts you.

You pull the cover a bit over the both of you, thinking.

"I don't like Morgan." you let out "I don't trust her."

"Me neither. But she is a necessary evil to my plans."

"Necessary to the point of isolating yourself with her for hours?"

He gives you a sidelong glance with a smirk.

"Did you become jealous during those ten years?" he asks, amused.

"Yes, terribly. I want to know what you do with her." you demand.

"We simply planned our next campaign. I would like your opinion on some moves tomorrow, I trust your strategic abilities more than hers." He boops your nose and you wince exaggeratedly.

You remember the long hours you used to spend together, strategizing carefully each move, he asked your advices regularly, taking your opinions and suggestions very seriously despite his genius. You ended up sleeping at your desk several time but he would carry you to your shared bed and hug you tight... Those were simpler, nicer times.

You smile, looking in his magnificent red eyes.

"I love you, Thrawn." you murmur, eyes heavy with sleep.

"I love you, Ch'acah." He kisses your forehead "Sleep well."

@thrawnalani @justanothersadperson93 @al-astakbar @thrawnspetgoose @bluechiss

#thrawn x reader #thrawn x f!reader #thrawn x you #thrawn #grand admiral thrawn #mitth’raw’nuruodo #fanfic #vibratingskull #thrawn smut

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foreverforty2 · 7 months

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Introspective

Artist: @foreverforty2

Dedicated to: @mysticalgalaxysalad a very kind friend!

No matter what happens in live action, I think we can all use more Thrawn Thirst Traps… in all his iterations he is still a comfort character for many.

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ceapa-mica · 4 months

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Family Life: Exile 🪁 - a Thrawn headcanon

My fingers did a high speed race on the keyboard writing this hc. I'm surprised they didn't fall off. 😄

Enjoy!

🔞 This is slightly NSFW 🔞 + angsty

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

Life in exile is not exactly easy, especially when confronted with the many dangers of Peridea and with an always curious daughter to keep safe…

In the blink of an eye you're confronted with a new reality - exile. (or in Thrawn's case exile from an exile lol) You quickly realize how dangerous Peridea is with the amount of troopers getting killed by faceless bandits while out exploring.

Since then Thrawn only sends out scouts when absolutely necessary and keeps most of the crew aboard the Chimera, safe for those in search of food. Otherwise you couldn't sustain the entire crew for much longer.

At first you're mad at your husband. You blame him for being exiled with no way to contact your family and friends, and you're not the only one.

You try to shield your daughter from the cruelty of the exile. There's a designated safe outpost for your crew where you spend some of your time. Catching fresh air and going for a walk under Peridea’s cloudy sky can lift the spirits.

She loves flying her hand crafted kite on the outpost’s rocky plateau. One time she actually put her little ysalamir on her kite. It survived, but what followed was a reprimand from her dad, telling her not to needlessly put lives at risk and that the lizard certainly didn't have any fun clinging for dear life onto that piece of fabric in the air. She never did it again.

Since there is no holonet connection on Peridea you and Thrawn teach your daughter everything she would usually learn at school in your quarters. That can't replace actual lessons with other children though. You soon realize that your daughter misses her peers from her holonet classes.

Not just the lack of friends her age but the entire situation affects your daughter’s behavior. She becomes less playful and more serious, leading to her being eager to learn more self-defense in her father’s dojo. Thrawn thinks it's a good thing. You are worried though.

Another thing you're worried about is the presence of the nightsisters. They claim that they're able to contact someone from your Galaxy, so Thrawn insists on working with them to return back home. You don't trust them though and keep your daughter as far away from them as possible.

Look, the perfect marriage doesn’t exist. Even your marriage with Thrawn has its ups and downs. You argue quite often during your time in exile. Thrawn never raises his voice though. This maker-forsaken planet weighs down on everyone’s mood, including yours.

Makeup sex helps a lot with that. Thrawn leaves more marks on you than usual. After so many years your sex life is still going strong. It's the perfect way to let out the pent up frustration with your unfortunate situation.

You’re not the only ones using sex to cope. Among your crew a few women end up pregnant and some not so secret weddings are taking place.

Meanwhile your daughter finds joy in learning how to ride a howler. She's not allowed to leave the outpost unaccompanied, a rule she doesn’t like at all. She still has this neverending thirst for knowledge and thinks the death troopers joining her on her trips through the Peridean wasteland are just slowing her down or disrupting her studies of the local flora and fauna.

One day she actually leaves on her own and gets captured by bandits. Fortunately your husband is a strategic mastermind able to track her down before it's too late. To say Thrawn was mad is an understatement. He reprimands her in a dangerously low voice and grounds her for an entire month. He was actually as scared for her safety as you.

Tbh Thrawn feels guilty af since you’re in this exile because of a mistake he made, and during that incident with the bandits he felt he let his family down again. He orders his best people to take out those bandits once and for all to make this place a little safer for all of you.

At the point your kid is 10 years old she's super interested in collecting and documenting rock fossils she finds on trips through the rocky wasteland. Thrawn thinks they are beautiful, telling her that nature is truly the greatest artist. A few fossils even find their way into his art collection.

Most people would consider a 10 year old too young to use a blaster. Thrawn on the other hand thinks it's the right age to get her used to the weapon. He takes it upon himself to teach her to shoot and gifts her her first blaster. He sleeps better at night knowing she can defend herself from a distance. The circumstances make it necessary for her to learn this skill this early, at least that's what he tells himself.

You take your daughter to the outpost almost every day at this point and show her how she can help out. You both help wherever you can. Collecting firewood and herbs for tea, cooking stews, building shelter, and even taming wild howlers.

Thrawn doesn't join you at the outpost, he's busy keeping everything running. Even in exile he takes his job as seriously as ever.

When you and your daughter return to your quarters at nightfall you can barely keep your eyes open. So when Thrawn returns after a busy day of keeping his troops motivated, and finds the loves of his life cuddled up on the sofa waiting for him, he feels at peace. He knows wherever his life takes him, you will follow.

Your daughter shows interest in helping babysit the offspring of your crew. Thrawn agrees, glad his little girl accepts that kind of responsibility. Soon she, and a few junior officers, look after a bunch of rambunctious toddlers. It keeps her occupied and playing with other children, despite them being eight+ years younger, benefits her mental health. She becomes more playful again and no longer feels like she has to grow up fast in this exile.

Thrawn is still busy working on a plan to escape Peridea. Seeing your daughter adapting to this exile makes you less worried for her. In fact, you get used to Peridea as well, without losing hope of returning home one day.

You know how much pressure lasts on Thrawn's shoulders, and you do your best to help him deal with it. He's so glad his family has his back at all times, and he knows that he's not really far from home, because his home is his family - you and your little girl, right there with him. As long as he's got you both, he is exactly where he needs to be the most. He's determined to return to your home galaxy though. He still has his mission that needs to be finished. Then, and only then, he will be able to introduce his loved ones to his homeworld and his people.

There is one more family life hc I'm planning. One thing we haven't explored yet is how Thrawn (+you) will deal with your daughter once she hits puberty. That will be the next and last family life hc coming soon.

#thrawn #mitth'raw'nuruodo #grand admiral thrawn #thrawn x reader #thrawn x you #blue man hot #thrawn headcanon #dad thrawn #star wars rebels #ahsoka series #star wars

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starsinmylatte · 8 months

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I’ve already gone on the record saying this, but I will lead the thirsting for the blue bastard man uphill, both ways, in the goddamn snow if I have to.

And, yes, this includes all versions of Thrawn. Rebels, canon, legends, live action…. Doesn’t matter. He’s slightly different in each one, but still magnificent and enjoyable in all of it.

#AND STOP BODYSHAMING LARS #lyria rambles #blue man hot #thrawn #grand admiral thrawn #ahsoka #Ahsoka Show #star wars #chiss #ahsoka spoilers

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enaelyork · 8 months

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Love all of your headcanons and posts!

What are your headcanons for being on the ship and thrown into another galaxy with Exile Thrawn?

Hiii i'm so so so sorry for delay ! I was sick and my work takes so many time. So here we are =D So many things to say about, so i decided to limit myself to the very beginning of the exile. Hoping you like it.

There's a lot of talk about officers appreciating and admiring Thrawn for his military prowess, but you're clearly not one of them. For you, Thrawn got to his position by luck and above all - and you must recognize this - because most Imperials are idiots.

However, you were assigned to the Chimaera, which did not help your good relations with your superior. You are also very surprised to see the calm with which he handles your protests. Because you are the first to contradict him, the first to never agree with him and... Very strangely, the one who spends the most time in his office.

When the incident took place, when the shock carried you and the entire ship into the unknown, you were unable to contain your anger. You were afraid, but above all, you were mad with rage against him who predicted everything and who was not able to anticipate this catastrophe.

The idea of being stuck there, somewhere, far from everything with him is literally unbearable for you. Seriously ? You would rather end up in a sandy desert and die of thirst.

You notice that despite the fiasco you are the victim of, Thrawn remains surprisingly calm when observing the damage to the ship. Yet there is something hovering above him and you are unable to define it. It drives you crazy this constant indifference to everything that seems to happen to you because of him.

In your own way, you try to act to find a solution. You note the damage suffered by the ship, count the number of deaths. Discovering that some of your friends did not survive the shock is difficult for you to take. The worst ? Report it to your superior who remains impassive in the face of your distress and the seriousness of what is affecting you.

After several days of struggle, your body becomes exhausted as much as your mental strength. Nothing seems to allow you to be located by the Imperial forces. Nothing tells you where you got lost. Distraught, on the verge of a nervous breakdown, you notice that Thrawn is watching you.

And it’s the straw that breaks the camel’s back.

You walk up to him, your eyes filled with anger and tears, and throw your badges at his feet. Deciding that being far from the empire allows you to free yourself from its authority. You scream. You fume to see him so indifferent, so impassive while there are still lives to save on this ship, that the empire needs your help.

He lets you explode, remaining impassive in the face of your anger. The truth is that the anger you direct at him is also directed at you. You are unable to admit that despite all your efforts and the accumulated fatigue you are unable to find a reasonable solution.

You thought you would make him react by putting yourself in this state, but he just asks you if you are finished and leaves without another word.

At nightfall, when you have been in exile with him for several weeks now, you are wandering aimlessly in the carcass of the Chimaera when you notice a light on the main command deck. Thrawn's shadow casts over you as you sneak in to spy on him.

He looks defeated, the light from the holoprojection further stretching his already tired features. Even though he remains in a deep state of concentration, what you see on his face that evening upsets you more than you would like to admit.

Trouble. Disappointment. Pain. Guilt. Thrawn probably realizes that he will be stuck here for a long time and that he will miss important feats of arms for the empire. That he will be cut off from the world and his loved ones for much longer than expected.

And it breaks your heart.

On the holovid, you discover that the Grand Admiral has also put his time to good use. Rather than looking for a solution inside the ship, he has undertaken excavations outside and numerous symbols are projected onto the central table. Symbols that you have already seen in books when you were a student and which are not that foreign to you.

-Dathomir. You said in a breath. The look he gives you then petrifies you in a strange way. As if your heart had just stopped beating and started beating faster than normal. Had you ever realized the intensity of his gaze before this moment? You put these strange emotions down to fatigue before he speaks.

-Perhaps we have before us the solution to all our problems, lieutenant. He whispers in a monotone voice. You are stunned by the amount of work he has accomplished in such a short time and you are angry that you were so wrong.

-Will you help me? He ends up murmuring at your silence. That’s when you realize he hasn’t taken his eyes off you for many minutes. After a brief moment of hesitation, you end up nodding your head.

-I've never been very cooperative, but I'm willing to make an effort. You admitted slowly, eyes glued to the ground.

-Stay as you are. It’s your spirit that I’m going to need to bring us back. For your mind and your intelligence.

These words hit you like a crashing space cruiser. It’s violently sweet and you’re not sure your heart will survive it. Either way, you're convinced this is the start of something different. That this exil will introduce you to Grand Admiral Thrawn like no one has ever seen him.

#star wars #grand admiral thrawn #thrawn #fanfiction #star wars thrawn #grand admiral thrawn x reader #thrawn x reader #thrawn ahsoka #star wars ahsoka #ahsoka thrawn #star wars fanfiction #star wars headcanon #headcanon prompts

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cowgirljedi1701 · 3 months

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Friends, I have just come to realize, to my great dismay and perturbation, that a thirst for Jotun Loki may very well be a pathway to becoming a Thrawn girlie, and I really don't know what to think or how to feel about that.

All I know is, last night I was thirsting about Jotun Loki, and trying to think how a girl could comfort him about this thing that he's clearly very self conscious about and convince him that it doesn't make him (Loki) a monster and it's really sexy actually, and came up with, "it's a great starting point for a hella good Thrawn cosplay", and then I started thinking what a great job Lars Mikkelson did playing Thrawn in "Ahsoka", and then I was like "wait, have I ever even seen Lars Mikkelson in anything else?" So then I tried to be like, "ugh, nevermind Thrawn, back to Loki", but then the thought kept sneaking into my brain, "yanno, Thrawn is actually kinda hot", so IDEK really, I'm not even that familiar with the character, but apparently I'm somehow simping for Thrawn now.

Gah, I'm so glad this hellsite is pretty much a safe place to be completely unhinged about the Skrunklies.

#star wars #thrawn #fandom rant #this hellsite (affectionate)

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thrawns-babygirl · 9 months

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Sensations (Thrawn x F!Reader)

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

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

Ratings: E (18+)

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

Word count: 2100+

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Not his title, his name.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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savageymir · 7 months

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Me thirsting over Thrawn to my therapist at every therapy session

#grand admiral thrawn #thrawn #mitth'raw'nuruodo #vurawn #star wars #star wars memes #ahsoka series #star wars rebels #thrawn x reader #blue man hot #i love him #just autistic things #zaddy thrawn

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whippedcloudsofcream · 13 days

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Truly sucks that Diana Lee Inosanto read the Thrawn books and committed herself so much to her role, but all her character ended up being was just another cautionary tale of how the Nightsisters and their thirst for power led to their ruin. Especially since she was such a big fan of Star Wars already.

#diana lee inosanto #morgan elsbeth #tales of the empire #Especially since it’s been confirmed that Morgan didn’t know about the Seperatists and the Empire being exactly the same #and run by the same person #And Thrawn Knew and didn’t tell her 😭#i know it’s necessary to create a contrast between morgan and merrin/asajj #since merrin/asajj Choose to move on and live their lives #but still 😭#it was sad seeing Morgan try to make connections and just failing every step of the way #i felt awful for the Mountain Clan Mother and her daughter #im surprised she didn’t kill morgan right then and there 😭#I want to see Morgan’s reaction to hearing Obi Wan killed Grievous

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xenotwink · 1 year

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Thirst trap thrawn Tuesday

#tbh #star wars #thrawn

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vibratingskull · 9 months

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At the dark of night

Tags: Edging, Orgasm Control, soft!Dom Thrawn, fingering, P in V, creampie

Thrawnxf!reader

Thrawn and you are playing you're usual little games, but he seems determined to test your limits tonight...

You bite down the leathered belt, you’re sure you’ve left the form of your teeth by now.

You don’t know how much more you can take.

Thrawn kisses your cheeks tenderly.

“Seven. You are doing great ch’acah.” He whispers, his lips brushing against your ear, giving you goosebumps.

Are you really doing great? You don’t really know, at this point his praises are the only thing keeping you going.

You don’t have time to catch a breath he starts the vibrator again, circling your abused clit. You tense under his ministrations, all your muscles contract violently, arching your back you hold back a scream. The walls of the hotel suite do a poor job at concealing your pathetic whimpers. You're dangerously close to crying, but refuse to give in by pride and spite. You want to prove to him you’re up to the challenge, worthy of his praises and what he has to offer.

Leaning against his broad chest you’re straddling his leg that keeps yours apart and your pussy accessible. You feel it dripping and pulsating, your muscles contracting by waves as your pleasure builts, more, more, more…

He takes out the toy.

You scream of frustration, muffled by the leather. You burst off onward but he holds you back with a tight embrace, you continue screaming, struggling in his arms as he cradles you gently. You hate him. In those moments you hate him with all your soul, how he plays soft and tender while submitting you to such torture. But you like it so much. This perfect tension between cravings and pleasure. And when the release finally comes… Nothing can beat that.

It is glorious.

But he seems determined to test your limits tonight.

You start to calm down in his arms, or maybe you just get tired of fighting. You let yourself fall down against him, snuggling against him in hope he takes pity on you. But he doesn’t know mercy. For all his tenderness he’s a ruthless ruler who only knows his law in his domain. With your blindfold you only hear him take a sip of his whisky and put the glass back. In his infinite sadism, he decided to intensify your sensations by depriving you of your sight. He presses you more against him, breathing your scent, leaving a delicate kiss at the crook of your neck.

“Height, Cssapusi. Continue like this and I will give you everything you want…” He encourages you. You feel him trace your folds with his lean fingers, you curl your toes at this new sensation. He purrs. “You taste divine Cssapusi, I could quench my thirst with you .”

You gulp. How dare he say such things with his voice? Your mouth dries at this music and you start whining. When will this torture end? When will your release come? Didn’t you earn it? You start waving your body, desperate for any friction against your pulsing clit you try and ride his leg but he slaps your cunt. You wince at the burning sensation.

“No ch’acah!” He scolds you. “I thought I taught you more patience than that.”

Without warning he starts the toy again. He puts it first on your pubic mont, letting the vibrations spread though your tender tummy. You bite down with all your might. You may have overestimated yourself. He slowly, so slowly slides it back onto your clit. You whimper and grizzle, pulling your legs closer to yourself to get grounded but giving more access to your sex. Grave mistake. You’re shaked so violently you almost spat out the belt, but you hold on. You feel the wave coming closer, roaring like millions of free galloping horses. Your desire is furious and not easily satisfied but you start to think you bite down more than you could chew; and this perspective scares you as much as it excites you. This delicious tension…

The wave is dangerously close, you can feel it! You inhale deeply, ready for a much deserved and awaited orgasm. You want it so bad! All your blood flees down your lower body in preparation of your long awaited prize. You focus to hide any sign you were getting close, maybe you could get your orgasm this way. But it’s no use. He knows you too well.

You're chasing your orgasm, ready to seize and savor it. It is spreading slowly, making your legs tremble and your breath get caught up in a high pitch. Right there! Right th-

He stops the vibrator.

This time you scream of desperation. No, no ,no no, no… He had no right to rob you from it. No right! What a cruel, heartless man. Knowing no pity, no mercy for his tormented and starving lover. A hiccup escapes you, you are at your limit. Tears start streaming down your cheeks. You can’t take another denial. It is painful now. Your pussy contracts furiously on the void, desperately empty.

You try pleading through the belt, but you only let out an incomprehensible and mashed up string of excuses and begging, you drool all over the leather barely holding between your teeth.

You’re sure he understood you. He must have!

But he doesn’t see it that way.

You hear the wicked toy before you can feel it and it sends shivers down your spine. You recoil against him, trying to escape but he holds you down. He lets the toy graze your inner thighs and soaked vulva. You shake your head, desperate, you struggle but he pins you down firmly against his chest.

He snakes the toy back on your clitoris. You breathe heavy with teary eyes, you breathe through your nose to the best of your ability. He twirls it and you dig your nails in his thighs, drawing blood. You hear him winced next to your ear, but you don’t release your grip.

“Courage ch’acah. Hold on.” He whispers in your ear.

You feel the wave coming, getting bigger, more furious… You feel a tsunami roaring through your veins and you’re close to reaching your peak. So close. So clo-

He turns it off.

And you went absolutely feral.

You jump, struggle, scratch and scream all your frustration out, he needs both of his arms to keep you in place. You spat out the belt in your confusion and tore your lips apart with your teeth. Blood spreads in your mouth but you don’t care. You scream and cry in a cathartic mess of howls.

Suddenly you fall and everything goes silent, your shaked with sporadic spasms, in shock. All the pressure subsided and gave place to silent cries and a lethargic torpor.

“Nine! You surpassed yourself Cssapusi. I am so proud of you.”

He removes your blindfold and kisses you languorously. You hum in his mouth, cheeks wet with your tears. He holds you tighter, caressing your hair and cradling you. You stick your nails in his shoulders breaking the fabric of his shirt, you hold on to him like a buoy in an open sea. You tongues meet and dance together. You part, leaving you panting and a trail of saliva linking the both of you. He breaks it with a laugh, holding your face with both of hands, forehead against forehead.

“Ch'ah ch'acah vah tta g'et ei ch'atah. Vah are ch'eo vez can csei s ch'iticev ch'un'bi, ch'at tohn csei hzebah ch'ah. K'ir nah tir ch'eo k'rcin'i'v, vim let ch'ah csan vah tur seo.” He whispers.

You’re too dazed to translate all the sentences, you can barely keep your eyes open. You bury your head in his neck and cry, wrapping your arms around his nape. He holds your head, caressing your back gently he hums a melody to soothe you.

“Cry, my love. Let all the pressure go…”

No need to tell you twice, recoiling in his arms you let yourself fall apart, all the pressure, all the tension, all the nerve wrecking emotions flying away as your tears flow.

It feels liberating.

But your cunt is still empty and it painfully informs you with cramps and pulsations.

"Thrawn…" You let out.

You tug on his shirt, at a loss of words. You can't formulate another way, you're too tired. You search for his gaze, eyelids half closed. You lazily try to unbutton his shirt to gain access to his skin.

"Thraaawn…"

"I know, my love."

He kisses your forehead and moves away to undress properly. You don't lose a crumb of it, you devour him with your eyes, tracing his muscles with your mind. Your throat dries out at the sight of this spectacle. He notices you fixing him with a gaze fogged by raw lust and tiredness, he shots you a smile and slows his movements.

"Feast your eyes, my love."

Would it be another circumstances, you would have loved him putting on a show for you, but you're tired and your pussy is uncomfortably and painfully empty. You groan and extend your hands to him, calling his name desperately.

"I am here, ch'acah. I am not going anywhere."

He crawls back into your arms naked and glorious, and kisses you languorously, holding you close and tight. You welcome his warmth on your naked skin.

"Thrawn…" You let escape, breathless.

"I know, ch'acah. I promised you."

He goes back to kissing you but one hand caresses your breast, snakes its way along your tummy and finds your folds. He strokes it to collect lubricant and he enters you with two fingers. Your breath gets stuck in your throat, and you moan against his lips. He hooks you, fondling and skimming your sweet spots. He knows them by heart, he played with them so much before.

"You are so wet, ch'acah."

Your lips part but he keeps kissing you on your cheeks and jaw while you pant and gasp. You could feel the ocean rising once again.

"Look at me, ch'acah."

You fight to keep your eyes open, tears still flowing, but manages to lock eyes with his glowing gaze. With your desire fogging your mind, you're enthralled by his eyes, as gorgeous as you first saw them.

He spreads your folds and enters you smoothly thanks to your juices. You gasp at the sudden filled feelings. He stretches you deliciously. You welcome the new warm and full sensations.

He waits for you to adjust, and starts rocking his hips slowly. You squirm and moan, his thrusts are strong and deep, but agonizingly slow. You start rocking your hips with him while whining. He takes the hint and accelerates. You bury your head in his neck and deeply inhale his scent, breathing him to the bottom of your lungs. Your hips meet at a steady, fast pace, you feel the wave rising higher and higher, furious, spreading through your veins slowly. The pleasure slowly building.

"Thrawn… Keep going-ha-... I'm close."

He kisses the top of your head, deepening his thrusts. You breathe rapidly, with anticipation.

And finally, it happened.

The wave comes crashing down upon you, ravaging everything on its way. Your toes curl, your eyes rolled into your head and your back arched. Your orgasm is powerful, blinding, deafening… All your body is shook, pure pleasure flowing through your nerves. You let out a primal and sinful moan, in your excitement you claw at Thrawn's back, drawing more blood.

It's glorious, as expected.

Slowly going down from your bliss, Thrawn keeps going, his thrusts getting erratic. He slows down and finishes inside you with a muffled groan.

You both slowly take back your breath, kissing and nibbling at each other.

"Are you alright, ch'acah? I know I pushed you." He finally says.

"It was… Intense." You can't lie to him.

He looks at you with a comprehensive look and a bit of pity.

"But, it was worth it." You admit.

He grins and kisses your lips.

"Shall we do it again?"

"Not before a moment." You lazily laugh, ready to slumber.

ch’acah : My love Cssapusi : treasure Ch'ah ch'acah vah [...] csan vah tur seo : I love you more than anything else. You are my life in this hostile world, the light that guides me. Do not leave my side, and let me hold you forever.

@exoplorationn, @bluechiss

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