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A thranto fic where Eli Vanto suddenly and mysteriously develops force abilities and becomes ultra sensitive to the emotions of those around him, but ESPECIALLY Thrawn’s.
Eli receiving a flood of happiness or just intense interest whenever Thrawn’s looking at art or when he and Thrawn are at an art museum. (Cute)
Eli becoming paranoid whenever Thrawn goes to see the Emperor because he can feel Thrawn’s intense discomfort whenever he returns.
Eli doing something impressive and being shocked when he can feel Thrawn’s radiating pride.
Thrawn being confused when Eli somehow always knows when it is he’s having a bad day.
Eli being flattered when he picks up on some of the emotions Thrawn feels around him.
A whumpy scenario where Eli’s injured, wakes up in a medward, and can immediately feel the intense concern Thrawn feels for him as Thrawn sits by his bedside.
There is more I know it please add on if you like
Blowing Off Steam
Pairing: Thrawn x fem!reader
Summary: A night of blowing off steam with your friends takes a turn when you’re interrupted by your boss.
Word count: 4.7k
Warnings: 18+, MDNI, explicit, SMUT, porn without plot, AFAB sexual organs, oral sex (m receiving), vaginal fingering, rough sex, p in v, unprotected sex, creampie, dirty talk, dominant Thrawn, dubcon
Laughing, you drew another puff of smoke, little tipsy, and quite assured this was your luckiest hand yet.
“I thought you boys knew how to play Sabacc?” you teased, moving a strand of hair from your face. The tiny room on the lower decks erupted into laughter, most of them ensigns and a couple of junior officers, the rowdy gang that you would party with almost every week. You knew some of them were trying really hard to impress you, indirectly at least, but because you worked so closely with the Grand Admiral, they were still afraid of overplaying their hand. You would shoot it down in a heartbeat anyway – you were looking for friendly relations, not drama. Something to blow off some steam at the end of your working week, a time to share some laughs and a dance or two.
You were never a party girl, and you hated going to galas and evening celebrations, but you felt so trapped here, and when you overheard two ensigns talking about a secret Sabacc meet ups, well, things just fell into place.
“Pay up, losers!” you exclaimed, just as the whole room rattled, with everyone but you getting up, shutting up, and standing at attention. With a deep sigh and guessing who was standing behind you, you got up, and turned around to face your boss.
“Where is your uniform, ensign?” Grand Admiral Thrawn asked a very young man who was standing just in his black top, his face rapidly changing colours. Thrawn’s eyes, however, were trained strictly on you.
“I won this fair and square,” you responded to Thrawn, extinguishing a cigarette, flashing a tipsy, self-assured smile. “Sir,” you added quickly, biting your tongue a little. No one moved a muscle, except one of Thrawn’s facial muscles spasmed momentarily. You were not sure if he was trying to stare you down or if he was finally getting truly fed up with your shit. “Fine, fine, you draw a hard bargain,” you started to slowly peel off the tunic strip, exposing your tiny, a couple of sizes too small bra to Admiral. You passed it to the young man whose name was currently escaping you; Thrawn quickly made a note of his plaque, which designated him an officer, rather than an ensign.
“Dismissed,” he growled, and you watched in astonishment as all the men quietly, and in a surprisingly straight line, left the room. You grabbed a random glass from the table and drank down, as you knew what was coming.
As a civilian contractor, Thrawn learned quickly that he can’t order you around, although he didn’t even intend to do it. Even so, he slipped up a couple of times, and you were even quicker to ignore everything he said. You couldn’t say who was more unhappy about the assignment, you or him, although you could definitely tell who was more annoyed. Despite that, he never made your life harder; you came to believe that a part of him enjoyed the teasing, especially after you proved your loyalty after a particularly demanding mission.
He was still silent, looking around the room, in which the boys crammed a table and a couple of chairs.
“How long have you known?” you asked nonchalantly, because you knew he didn’t find out today. Or yesterday, for that matter.
“Weeks,” his tone returned to what you regarded as his baseline, but you were not paying attention, rather, you were trying to think what happened weeks ago and whose mistake it was. You doubted it was any of the ensigns or officers’, as you were pretty sure this was their first real interaction with Thrawn. No, it was your mistake.
“The typing error,” you sighed.
“The misspelling,” your eyes were trailing Thrawn all around the room, and back to you. Oh, he was pissed, his back somehow straighter than usual, eyes glowing in a shade of red you’ve never seen before, a couple of strands of his bluish black hair out of place.
Silently, he handed you your silk blouse, the one you removed previously. Five weeks ago, you made a misspelling in one of the documents you submitted to him, your first and only mistake during your time on ISD Chimaera. And it truly was your only one, one word among the ten pages, never to be repeated. You were just so tired that day, due to partying the night earlier, and because of that, allowed yourself to slip up, and spell it the way it was common for your planet, the way you grew up saying and writing it. Thrawn let you know, but you weren’t too concerned then, and now you were thinking that maybe you should have been.
“You should be happy I didn’t send any of your friends to detention,” his tone lowered again, snarky or a little angry, you weren’t quite sure, but definitely annoyed. What’s new, you thought, as you were following him through the maze of narrow corridors.
“Come on, we were just relaxing, Sir,” you tried to placate him, but Thrawn didn’t respond, not until you reached his private quarters.
You couldn’t say you weren’t here before, as Thrawn would reserve his starkest criticism and scolding towards you for this room – you could never guess why, and after a while didn’t care, as you loved watching him all agitated, trying to keep his composure, as you were rolling his eyes at him.
“I thought,” he finally opened his mouth again, “that humans shed this sort of behaviour after teenage years.”
He was sitting in his chair, table between you, as you were casually leaning against it, just to try and drive him a little more insane.
“Most do, yes, Sir. But some of us remain a little more, in a lack of a better word, Sir, rebellious,” you observed his face, but he didn’t get sucked into yet another one of your provocations. Honestly, the more stoic he would remain, the hotter he’d become in your eyes.
“And what about other human ways of, what did you call it, blowing off steam?”
Oh, he knew exactly what you called it, but lately, Grand Admiral would sometimes use your way of talking to mock you. You were unsure what was his goal, but you fucking loved it.
“I do have my own private quarters, Sir,” you smiled, hinting at the obvious self-pleasuring you enjoyed in your spare time. Thrawn got up from his chair and walked around the table to face you, a step too close, but you not only remained in your position, but didn’t even feel uncomfortable.
“And do you entertain guests there as well?” he whispered, leaning slightly towards you.
“I’m not fucking anyone onboard Chimaera, Sir,” you gritted through your teeth, trying hard not to show how offended his words made you feel, your eyes sternly fixed on his face, “or off.”
“Your brating, it stops now,” he wasn’t giving you an order, this was more of a warning that he was at the end of his rope with you. You often wondered why he was putting up with you anyway, as one word for him, and not only would you be booted off the ship, but he could literally pick any other civilian aide. Not like you were helping him with his military plans, but would mostly summarize historical documents or write glorified statements on his behalf, which he would obsessively go over before signing them, with you standing at his side late after hours. He explained one evening why he prefers a person doing it, but why he considered you an expert at it, you had no idea.
Pulling you back to the present was another twitch on his face, this time on the corner of his lips, which was his way of repeating himself without actually doing so.
Your brating, his words echoed in your head, it stops now.
Or what?, you wanted to reply, but something told you he expected you to react in such a manner. No, you were either going to nod and retreat to your quarters, or you were going to provoke him to lose control. And you knew which one you’d prefer.
“Make me,” the words have barely escaped your lips when Thrawn’s hand found your neck and in a couple of quick steps, he had you against the wall of his cabin, shifting his weight slightly onto your body, pinning you against cold metal. The squeak of his leather gloves, the faint but unmistakable scent of Thrawn’s own skin, and a slight tremor of his lips was enough to send your body into an overdrive.
Thrawn was still holding himself back, as you knew how strong he was – he randomly joined you months ago during your exercise time to question your self-defense techniques. During one, he lifted you off the ground with such ease that you had to excuse yourself, as it made you so wet you basically humped the pillow that night.
You have never seen Thrawn so angry and desperate and before you could think, your lips curled upward into a teasing smirk. He pressed himself against you even more and you could feel how hard he was against your thigh, hard and big. You tried to reach towards it with your hand, but Thrawn suddenly pressed his forehead onto yours, surprising you.
“You are never leaving Chimaera,” he growled into your mouth, his grip over your throat tightening. Both of you knew it was going to leave a noticeable mark, not only on your skin, but on your voice as well.
“The purpose of blowing off steam, Admiral,” you whispered, trying to suppress small moans trying to escape your throat, “is to let go completely.”
You tried to lean forward to kiss him, you were burning for him, and you knew he could see it, infrared vision or not, but Thrawn wouldn’t allow it. He was in some sort of internal struggle with himself, albeit a short one, before he spoke again.
“Get on your knees.”
You didn’t have to be told twice.
Looking at him from below, you quickly realized two things. After he erroneously threw his tunic and gloves on the floor, you realized that he was dangerously out of control for whatever reason, and it seemed it wasn’t just you. And, he wasn’t big, he was enormous. Faced with his cock, you started to lick the leaking tip, drawing a long breath out of him, but instead of fantasizing even more about Thrawn fucking (ravaging) you, your only thought was how there is no way it would fit, anywhere. But damned if you wouldn’t try.
As your tongue worked on his undershaft, which, just like the top was ridged, Thrawn already tangled one of his hands into your hair, pulling your head slightly back. With a couple of strokes, his breathing frequency notably changed and you took it as a sign you were doing something right. Now, the really hard part was coming up. You opened your mouth as wide as you could, his scent overwhelming you and his size making you squeeze your thighs together. You wanted to touch yourself so badly, but you had an idea how that would be received. Plus, you weren’t quite sure you’d even be able to focus on both at the same time.
You were trying to relax your jaw just as Thrawn started to pump into you, a couple of exploratory thrusts at first but it was apparent he wanted to disappear his cock into your throat. He tugged onto your blouse, signaling he wanted it removed. You obeyed and untied it slowly, not out of disobedience, but Thrawn didn’t care – he pushed your head towards himself, making you gag. You were never good at blowjobs to begin with, and you were trying, really trying. Breathe through your nose, you kept repeating to yourself, eyes teary, looking up to Thrawn. He looked feral with need and you dutifully went back to work, swallowing him as much as you could.
You hoped your saliva and his precum would make things a little easier, but after a while, it seemed as if your throat was already so bruised it started to swell a little, as you had a hard time swallowing the little spit that didn’t end all over Thrawn’s cock. You weren’t sure if he had noticed, as his gaze seemed transfixed over your bouncing tits, but soon he steadied you with both hands and started to fuck in and out of your mouth. Your jaw was getting tired and you were dreading the consequences of accidentally dragging your teeth over his cock; you put your hands on his thighs to steady yourself a bit more.
“Is this what you wanted all along?” he asked, sending another wave of arousal through you. When you didn’t answer, he not only upped his pace a bit, but pulled painfully on your hair.
“I asked you a question, whore,” Thrawn muttered, barely containing his own sighs and grunts.
If anyone else called you that, you would close your mouth so fast they wouldn’t realize what was happening, but you were too needy, too aroused, and too wet, so you pathetically tried to say “yes” from the bottom of your throat, although what came out was unintelligible mess amidst his ragged breathing. Thrawn was, however, happy with your answer as he suddenly rammed at the back of your throat as much as possible, and although you managed to take only a half of his long cock, he still was ready to explode in your mouth.
“All of it,” he instructed, before spilling, and you swallowed and swallowed, until he freed your mouth, only allowing you a couple of quick breaths, before thrusting his cock back towards your face.
“Clean it.”
When you were too slow for his liking, he slapped you, lightly, just enough to burn but not really hurt and you started to lick and suck again, until he pulled you on your feet. You wiped your mouth, and then your hand on your already ruined silk skirt, trying to balance your body.
“I see I’ll have to dedicate more time to training you,” he muttered again, almost to himself, his thumb playing with your lower lip, “but you look so pretty with your face puffed and bruised like this.”
You wanted to smile, because the pain his cock caused your throat, your mouth, and your lips felt devastatingly good. You watched as his hands found their way to your waist and higher, to your tits that somehow managed to stay put in that teeny tiny bra of yours.
He pushed one of his fingers in your mouth, and then another, guiding you backwards towards the couch. When the back of your legs hit the edge,
Thrawn tore off your skirt and let it fall down the floor, revealing similarly tiny thongs. Initially, you thought it would turn him on more, if that was possible in any way, but instead, his eyes started glowing in that dark, angry red that you’ve only seen once or twice before tonight.
Thrawn sat down, pulling you to straddle his lap and taking off his undershirt at the same time. An excited gasp escaped your lips at the sight of him, all chiseled and a little sweaty, but Thrawn was more focused on tearing your underwear off you, coaxing more gasps out of you. He faltered for a second and you wondered if the night would end here, but then he pulled you into a feverish kiss that was more about claiming and conquering than lust.
One of your hands was on his shoulder and the other one hanging off his neck, Thrawn grabbing a handful of your ass and dragging you closer, emboldened by your tiny moans and the way you were pressing yourself against him. He probed with his tongue in a rather inexperienced way, which surprised you a little, but you still couldn’t get enough of him.
Like he was reading your desperate little mind, Thrawn worked one of his fingers into you and used his thumb to massage and play with your clit, drawing lazy circles, teasing you in a way you never thought he would be capable of.
“Sir,” you moaned, begging for more and begging him to continue, heat welling up in your cunt, your whole body asking to be released of the pent up frustration. You could feel his lips forming a mocking, perhaps even a triumphant, smirk, probably because you never voluntarily called him “Sir” or “Grand Admiral” in a private, social setting.
“I wonder, what made you more wet,” he asked cockingly, nipping at your lower jaw, “my cock in your mouth, or when I called you a whore?”
You immediately tightened around his finger, involuntary answering his question.
“You really are a little whore,” Thrawn chuckled, his tongue circling your overly sensitive nipple.
“But if I ever catch you parading like this in front of my crew again,” his voice went low again and he suddenly forced another finger into you, sending a jolt of pain through you, “you are going to wish you died in the Outer Rim.”
He allowed you to try and fuck yourself onto his fingers for a little bit for his own amusement, before adding a third. The stretch made you grunt in discomfort, but your hand quickly found its way back to his half-hard cock and started stroking him again.
In your mind, you were begging to be fucked, to be at Thrawn’s mercy, to be his little fucktoy. Yes, you smiled to yourself, you really, really wanted to be his fucktoy, nothing more than a plaything for him to use to satisfy himself. The smile didn’t escape his attention, and he slapped you again.
“I don’t remember allowing you to enjoy yourself,” Thrawn growled, biting your lower lip.
“Please,” you begged, your eyes closed and tearing up a little, not from pain or perceived humiliation, but from chasing your high. His cock was throbbing in your hand but you were merely holding it now rather than stroking, spreading your legs on his lap as much as possible, focusing fully on those circles he was pressing into your clit.
“What were you just thinking about?” Thrawn demanded, another hint of insecurity escaping his controlling nature.
He could have just ordered you to tell him and you would have relented, but this opened the door for you to tease him just a little bit.
“About being a fucktoy,” you moaned, your release coming closer with every touch of Thrawn’s cold fingers. “About being a plaything,” you continued, breathing into his mouth, rolling your hips a little, chasing his fingers.
“You smiled because you want to be my plaything?” Thrawn asked, his voice strewn with lust and need, pressing his digits deeper into you, burying his head between your tits.
“Who said anything about you?” you cheekily asked, your hands tangled deep into his tousled hair, still trying to reach that high and come onto Thrawn’s fingers.
In less than a second the hand that was grabbing at your hip has now found your neck again, although he didn’t press.
“I did,” he growled, the red glow shining through his half-lidded eyelids. “You belong to me,” your Grand Admiral said, his thumb resting on your tongue which did nothing to muffle your rather loud moans. “Say it,” he ordered, smearing your saliva all over your lips and flexing his fingers inside your wet, hot pussy.
This, in combination with his thumb still rubbing your clit, was enough to send you over the edge; your arms went limp around his neck, your neck leaning completely against his hand, your breathing going all ragged and uneven.
“Yours, I’m yours,” you moaned, pleasure coarsing through you as Thrawn’s hand was lazily fucking you through it, “I’m your plaything,” you exclaimed as the last wave of pleasure crashed through you and you creamed all over Thrawn’s hand.
“Exquisite,” he muttered to himself again, licking off your slick from his fingers, giving you a moment to regain your composure and then, in a couple of swift movements, he pinned you on your back, this time against the couch. Thrawn was impatient, another surprising characteristic he was willing to show, not that you were complaining; a bit by bit, he was already fucking into you, sending a wave after a wave of small pleasures through you again. He was trying his best in allowing you to adapt to his size and girth, but you were already too fucked out, too cock-drunk to care; you just wanted to feel him deep, deep inside you.
Incoherent moans were escaping your lips, even more after he tossed one of your legs over his shoulder and leaned on it, pressing your knee to your own shoulder, all in an attempt to open you up more.
“Breathe, ch’ acah,” Thrawn whispered in your ear, his voice heavy, greedy. You had no idea what the word meant, but you guessed it had similar meaning to the one he already used during the course of the evening and the very idea of your prim-and-proper boss using such vulgar vocabulary made you involuntarily squeeze around his fat cock, drawing a long moan out of him.
Still, you listened, and although your nails were digging deep into his back and neck, you focused on breathing, trying to somehow will your pussy into relaxing more and accept everything Thrawn was giving you, ridge by ridge.
“Yes, yes, more,” you panted, feeling another wave of pleasure forming low in your stomach. “Don’t stop, Sir, please.” Thrawn was splitting you in half on his cock, although you were correct in assuming he wouldn’t all fit. He also wasn’t unnecessarily rough, but you were hurting just the same from his sheer size. The pleasure outbalanced it, however, and you continued to moan and beg, your hands going limp around his neck once again, little droplets of sweat falling from Thrawn’s forehead onto your face, his eyes trying to take in your every expression, every little breath.
Thrawn was also close, at least if his blabbering in Cheunh was any indication, not that you could make out anything he was saying. He was fucking in and out of you, upping the pace a little by little, although he wasn’t pulling out all the way, too lost in your pussy to completely part with it even for a second.
“A little more,” you begged, tears pooling in the corners of your eyes, “please, please.” It felt so good, so pleasurable to be fucked like this, feeling his cock so deep inside of you, after months and months of desperate fantasies. Simply listening to the obscene symphony your bodies produced, skin on skin, the squelching of your pussy, Thrawn desperately trying to hold back by grabbing your waist, and all the breaths, grunts, and moans was enough to tip you over the edge.
You let out a series of loud moans which mixed with Thrawn’s own sounds of unrestrained pleasure as he flooded your pussy with his seed; you could feel him throbbing deep inside you and then overflowing. Thrawn was still and quiet on top of you, not a muscle moving, his breath ragged and hot on your neck. You pushed a couple of strands of a bluish black hair back and wiped his sweaty brows with your thumbs. His eyes were closed and you could still feel his seed pumping out, although his cock softened a little. Despite the intensity of your second orgasm, you were still so incredibly horny.
Thrawn slowly stood up and finally removed his boots, pants, and underwear, erroneously tossing each to the side. Sitting up, you could feel his seed flowing out of you, bathing your thighs in his mark. Your legs were trembling a little from exhaustion, and you let them, staring at Thrawn’s muscular back.
“Are you feeling all right?” he asked gently, turning to you. When you nodded and flashed a tiny smile, he tossed you over his shoulder. “Good,” he muttered, walking towards his bedroom, ignoring your surprised shriek “because I need it at least one more time.”
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When you opened your eyes, you were on your side, your head and hand resting on Thrawn’s chest. He was drawing lazy circles on your shoulder with his thumb, pondering God knows what. Your whole body was one dull ache and you could see bruises already formed on your forearm; you took one deep breath taking Thrawn’s scent in, just to convince yourself it was all real.
“Did I wake you?” he whispered, pulling more covers over you. You shook your head slightly and looked up, and to your dismay, he looked tortured and perhaps even worse off than the night before. “Does blowing off steam usually leave a person feeling this much worse?” Thrawn’s voice was low and in a tone you’ve never heard before.
“Depending on how much one had to drink,” your voice was cracking but you tried being cheeky to cheer him up a little. Something was wrong, and you couldn’t put your finger on it.
Thrawn’s brows furrowed and he averted his gaze, although he kept his hand on your shoulder. “Perhaps I should apologize for my actions last night,” his voice was resolute, like he was giving a command on the bridge. For whatever reason, it gave you goosebumps, bad ones. “I’ve called you names and used both force and my authority to…”
”Your what?” his eyes found your face again, trying to make sense of you barely containing laughter. “You don’t really have authority over me.”
”I could literally throw you out of the airlock without facing any consequences whatsoever.”
You couldn’t remember when was the last time you laughed half as hard or as loud, even though it hurt like all hells. As you climbed in Thrawn’s lap, you fixed his hair again. “Do you think…” you started saying, but started laughing again. “Do you think I slept with you because I thought you might otherwise throw me out of the airlock?” Thrawn was dragging his fingers over the painful bruises he left on your neck.
”No, but you know what I’m trying to say.”
”You are not that kind of man, Sir,” you leaned in to kiss him, wide smile still on your lips, but he stopped you.
”And you’re using distancing language again,” he sighed, his gaze following his hand to your bruised hips. A little angered and a lotta confused, you literally grabbed his face and forced him to look at you.
”What the fuck are you talking about, Thrawn?”
His cheeks changed colour, to dark blue, at least as much as you could see under almost non-existent light in the room.
”You kept calling me Sir instead of Thrawn.”
Oh, you so badly wanted to answer something rude and crass, like sure, and I kept sucking your cock, but instead, you took a deep breath. As you shivered a little, Thrawn tried pulling more covers over you, but you used the opportunity to press yourself against him.
”You are awfully insecure for a war criminal, Thrawn,” you purposefully dragged out saying his name, “and I didn’t use distancing language, I thought calling you Sir was hot. But I guess I could get used to using Thrawn as well.” you winked at him, but Thrawn was fully concentrating on observing your face, trying to find any sign of deception. “Don’t you think I would do, or say something? Slap you, spit in your face, bite you? Come on, Thrawn, don’t you know me at all?”
“I suppose you are one of life's great mysteries, ch’acah,” he teased a little, but you tensed in his arms.
”What does that word mean? You used it yesterday as well.”
”It’s a term…” he was scanning your face, his cheeks flushed again “of endearment.”
Just as you wanted to reply, with something witty and cute, his comm links went off. You tried reaching for it, but Thrawn was faster, pinning you between the bed and himself in one move.
”Behave now, ch’acah,” he whispered before answering and you were already planning how to annoy him.
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Imptober Week 4: Voyeurism
a/n: this is a soft part ii to what i wrote for week i. reader is a gallery owner returning to their apartment after a first date with thrawn. however, krennic is interested in them too…(i tried very hard to make reader gender neutral here as they were in part i)
WARNINGS: 18+ MINORS DNI, unspecified penetrative (presumably unprotected) sex, m masturbation, krennic smearing his jizz on tarkins belongings, voyeurism (should be obvious), krennic being toxic af 🥰
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Meanwhile, far across the galaxy, aboard the interminably under construction Death Star, Director Orson Krennic’s comm link sounded. He smiled instinctively as he recognized the customized tone. Under normal circumstances, he would have to exercise what little patience he possessed and wait to review the footage, but he was alone in his office between meetings at the moment.
And how very fortunate that timing was.
He immediately pulled up the high-definition live security feed of your living room.
At first Krennic seethed with anger and jealousy to see that you were not alone, but accompanied by Grand Admiral Thrawn. And judging by your elegant outfit, you were bringing him home after a date.
You began eagerly removing his uniform. Much to Krennic’s surprise, Thrawn was covered in tattoos. And much to Krennic’s chagrin, Thrawn was also in better shape than anyone he had ever seen. Krennic knew his own blue eyes alone made many women swoon, but he wondered if he should begin taking his physical training a little more seriously, since you apparently happened to be into impeccable physique.
Krennic’s eyes narrowed in suspicion as he heard Thrawn explain his tattoos—which matched his Star Destroyer— were a symbol of his allegiance to the Chiss. Now that was an interesting bit of information to use to Krennic’s advantage, especially if Palpatine were unaware.
All that was completely driven from Krennic’s mind a moment later as Thrawn undressed you fully and Krennic was able to study your naked form.
Absolutely stunning.
Krennic unfastened his pants and began to palm his rapidly hardening erection.
He watched as you took Thrawn by the hand, led him to your sofa, and straddled him.
This was honestly not why Krennic had had the cameras installed. He hadn’t placed any surveillance equipment in your bedroom or bathroom, just the main living areas. He hadn’t even bugged your comm.
Krennic had been instantly smitten with you the moment he laid eyes on you in your gallery, but he was gone so often for so long. How could he court you effectively when he was always across the galaxy? Especially once he realized Thrawn was interested in you too, not just your gallery.
No, Krennic just wanted to be able to see you when he wanted, become familiar with your routines and patterns. He truly never would have expected you to fuck Thrawn on your sofa, giving him a perfect display of your naked body.
So he could hardly be held accountable for jacking off to you now. Or recording it for future viewing pleasure.
Krennic watched, enraptured, as you lowered yourself onto Thrawn and began rolling your hips.
Krennic smirked. My, my, you were kind of a slut, weren’t you? Not that he was complaining. If you were interested in that socially incompetent subhuman after one date, all because he bought a few pieces of art from you, how easy would it be for him to seduce you?
Fuck, your gasps and moans sounded so sexy. Krennic wanted to know what you sounded like for him. He couldn’t wait for you to ride his cock…He knew you would be so tight and warm and wet. He’d kiss the crook of your neck, tease your nipples with his tongue, grasp your waist to keep himself fully sheathed inside you. Maybe you would whimper how much better he was than Thrawn with his treasonous tattoos and weird blue skin and unsettling red eyes and stupid muscle definition. And how you thought Stardust was so much better than the fucking TIE Defender.
He was getting off track; you had no idea what Stardust was. But if you did, Krennic knew you would agree Stardust was the far superior and crucial project. And needed more funding.
Thrawn had you bent over the sofa now, fucking you from behind. Krennic scoffed. Thrawn was such a pussy. He was being far too timid. You needed your hair pulled and your ass smacked. Krennic longed to dig his fingers into your hips as he pounded his cock into you, with you fucking back onto him.
“More!” Krennic heard you beg.
Oh, you poor thing. If Krennic was having his way with you, you would be gasping for breath, protesting in vain that you were too overstimulated. And then he’d make you cum again. And then you’d tell him how he ruined you for any other being.
Krennic moved his hand faster as your whines became higher pitched. He could tell you were getting close and wanted to cum when you did.
You had a perfect O face too. Krennic couldn’t wait to be the reason you were a gasping, shaking, sweaty mess, clenching around him as he spilled his load into you.
Now Thrawn was saying something, attempting to appear suave, no doubt. Krennic didn’t need to hear his embarrassing attempts to continue flirting. He rolled his eyes and cut the feed.
He glanced down at his desk. It was now a sticky mess, but he didn’t care. Actually…Smirking to himself, Krennic smeared a sullied finger down a stack of data cards he was going to give Tarkin at their next status conference.
His musings turned back to you as Krennic fixed his uniform. He had enjoyed watching much more than he thought he would have, considering Thrawn was also there. He supposed if you were to continue to see the Chiss, he should have cameras installed in your bedroom too. That way he could be sure of what you liked and what talents he had that he could surprise you with. All for your benefit, he reasoned. You’d probably even thank him later, if he ever told you.
Yes, this would have to do until he could escape to the capital and show you what a REAL man was capable of.
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⋆.˚ ☾⭒. Cth’mubn
Pairing Thrawn x fem!reader
Summary Thrawn loves your art. You love listening to his observations about it. The two of you make a game of it. You try to stump him with each creation and every time he gives more and more insight to you as a person. Surely, this game he plays with you is just a hobby, a fun way to pass time. But you’re becoming increasingly unnerved, and Thrawn’s cold and distant scrutiny is changing into something else. Read on AO3
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Your fingers caressed the rim of the small ceramic pot once—twice—three times before dipping them in to stir the red paint inside. Your wrist was stained scarlet from the lazy movement, not that it really mattered anyway seeing as multicolored smudges and flecks already dotted your worn clothes and exposed skin.
You sat cross legged on the floor surrounded by jars of different paints eagerly awaiting to be used for your current masterpiece in the making. Thrawn knew you wouldn’t like that word for your latest creation but he firmly believed that he was correct in saying as much. The large canvas was laid vertical on the ground and propped up against the wall.
Near the top were swirling colors of orange and red to mimic the appearance of the sky set a blaze. Vague shapes could be made out within the fire though whether it was man or beast was hard to tell. Lower down, the red transformed into a softer pink tinged with purple which outlined a shadowy mountain range.
You had completed the lower half of the painting and were now adding the final touches to the ruddy heavens above. Tilting your head to the side, you raised one hand—the one mixing the paint—and dragged your fingers in a sharp slash across the sky, cutting the blurry silhouettes in two. Your other hand curled into a fist at your side.
Thrawn noted the stiffness in your back and the tension in your muscles. You stood up, wiping your hand against your overalls, and faced him. The fresh crimson stood out against the soiled cloth. Offering him a strained smile, you walked over to him and gestured at the painting. Your stance was tense, and he didn't miss the wrinkles forming on your forehead, indicating displeasure.
Your eyes darted toward Thrawn then back at your newly finished work. He remained silent, allowing you to decide whether or not to speak. You shifted your weight from foot to foot, denoting discomfort, and your shoulders drooped slightly. You cleared your throat and mumbled, “Well?”
Thrawn stepped forward and switched his attention from you to the painting. The colors transitioned from one to another seamlessly, and the landscape was more conceptual than representational of scenery viewed in real life which added a dreamlike quality to the piece. However, the possibility of finding tranquility in the gentle pinks and purples embracing the horizon was threatened by the harsh orange and red blotting the upper half of the sky.
What interested Thrawn the most were the ruined figures looming high above the mountain tops, concealed in the inferno. Slowly, Thrawn turned to look to whom the piece owned its creation.
You were rocking back and forth on your heels, gnawing on your bottom lip. You stopped and raised an eyebrow. Thrawn considered his words carefully before saying, “I believe this is your most inspiring work to date and I deem it as a finished masterpiece.”
You let out a breath and shuffled forward, a wry smile twisting your lips. Your facial heat went up a few degrees and your shoulders loosened a little bit. You laughed and replied, “I dunno ‘bout ‘masterpiece’ but I’m proud of this one. Might be my best.”
“Yes, the techniques you learned from the Snivvians on Salliche did not go to waste. I see you employed them with the outline of the mountains and hiding the setting sun behind them, making the audience imagine what it can only see the effects of.” The two stood side by side admiring the painting for a few quiet moments.
“And what can it tell you about me? Or my culture I guess?” You glanced at him, the challenge in your eyes unmistakable.
Ever since Thrawn displayed his skill in inferring a culture’s or species’ psychological state to determine how best to orchestrate their downfall, you tested him with each of your new creations to see how good he actually was. He had managed to unnerve you in past instances with the information he provided for your benefit.
Every time, you promised aloud that he would either be stumped or downright wrong about how your psyche affected your next work. He never was. This was because all artists were identical in the regard that their cultural upbringing and their species’ hopes and fears were forever interwoven within their art, either lingering in the background or in full force at the front. In this case, it was the latter.
“The first is that the unknown is a formidable fear. Worse is a threat you know the existence of but are unaware of its complete intricacies. Second is that true beauty must be hidden away. One could never fully appreciate the beautiful, so it must be kept a secret to protect its delicate nature. Is that correct?”
Thrawn knew your answer before you responded. He had seen those similar fears and principles echoed across your other works whether they were paintings, sculptures, simple illustrations, or detailed mosaics.
None had been as prominent in exhibiting them as in this painting. You frowned, and Thrawn suspected you were thinking about childhood nightmares and lessons your elders had drilled into you from a young age.
“Yes, I suppose that's true enough from a . . . certain point of view.” He didn’t press the matter, learning long ago that certain beings took time to accept uncomfortable truths about themselves. You had accepted many disconcerting truths about yourself through Thrawn’s observances of your various artworks and you would recognize these as well given the proper amount of time.
While you took little pleasure in having your soul laid bare and examined by him, Thrawn took exceptional delight in the exercise. He knew you better than anyone else—including yourself—although you might have disagreed with him on that last part. Thrawn never felt closer to any other person as he did with you.
He had studied and memorized hopes and dreams, fears known and unknown, morals shared with and foreign to him. He had dissected secrets about yourself you weren’t even aware of holding.
This was obtained by assessing the colors chosen in a certain painting, scrutinizing the hand placement of a statue, the shading in a quick sketch, or the angle of hundreds of tiles in a mosaic. All this knowledge was at Thrawn’s fingertips, and you were begging for him to discover more with each failed attempt to confuse him.
Sparing him a final glance, you said, “I better go clean myself up.”
Thrawn grabbed your wrist lightly. “Before you excuse yourself, tell me the name you have decided to bestow upon your creation.”
Your brow furrowed again. “Oh, I hadn’t given it much thought to be honest. I don’t really care. You can have the honor of naming it.” You slipped off through the doorway, while Thrawn remained in place, staring at the ruby splotch left on his hand.
He looked up at the painting and smiled. Cth’mubn would be its rightful title henceforth. It meant obsession in Cheunh and Thrawn could no longer delude himself that what he felt for you was anything else.
hottest men in star wars (in no particular order):
cad bane
darth maul
thrawn
hondo
no humans allowed over here!!
(maybe jango)
Hello! Would you ever consider doing a Yan Vader Tarkin or Thrawn (separate) with a darling that got isekaid from our world! I'd understand if not :)
Yandere! Thrawn headcannons with an isekaid Darling
Isekai (Japanese: 異世界, transl. 'different world', 'another world', or 'other world') is a sub-genre of fiction. It includes novels, light novels, films, manga, webtoons, anime, and video games that revolve around a person or people who are transported to and have to survive in another world.
Warning: this piece of fiction talks about obsessive behavior and stalking
I chose Thrawn because he seemed to me to genuinely be one of the three who would catch onto it the quickest, or at least be the one who would catch onto his darling being different. That would also be one of the factors that would fuel his obsession.
I can see Thrawn’s darling coming from our world and somehow ending up joining the rebellion along side Hera, Zeb, Sabine, Kanan and Ezra.
They were after all mostly a team of outcasts and they’re the rebels that Thrawn has been tasked with hunting down lately.
You were in a way out of place and that caught the Chiss’s attention more than it should’ve. It was already a large surprise to learn of a new rebel in Hera Syndulla’s little club.
Perhaps it was your intelligence that piqued his interests.
Since your appearance, it was as if his well planned strategies didn’t seem to work out.
Of course he wasn’t aware of the fact that his darling knew about the events still bound to happen and how to avoid them.
However with your interference in the timeline, it created abnormalities whom you couldn’t even predict.
The one twisted abnormality being Thrawn’s developing obsession with the newcomer.
No one had been able to outsmart the grand admiral, till you came.
The unanswered questions you stirred inside of his head gnawed at him uncontrollably.
There weren’t any datafiles about you. It was as if you had practically appeared out of thin air.
He longed for answers.
His analysis of you didn’t bring out any valuable information, nonetheless it did allow him to get to know you without having ever met you face to face.
His holopad had soon become full of datafiles about his darling, the Chiss still searched for answers.
You were unique compared to the other members of the crew. The way you dressed and your humour stood out the most to him, along with your other characteristics.
How could a young rebel, like you, have this effect him?
You were an obstacle to the empire, yet he found himself proud in a sense whenever you escaped with unfortunately your friends, again.
Thrawn needed a change of plans to be able to get to you. He wasn’t used to someone being more steps ahead of him.
The grand admiral simply had to go off of the script to be able to capture you.
The abnormality your appearance created made multiple others.
The chiss wasn’t focused on the little team of rebels anymore.
His sole unwavering attention was now fully on you and capturing you.
Who would expect Thrawn to become so infatuated with someone? His darling definitely hadn’t expected it.
The grand admiral had always been an unpredictable mastermind, but one thing was certain. Thrawn wouldn’t stop at anything until he has his darling completely for himself.
He’s looking forward to how long you can run from him, without the help of your dear friends.
"Lucky Three" Thrawn x fem! Reader x Eli Vanto
(A/N: Reader had been recently transferred to the Chimaera. Years after knowing each other from the academy, Reader found themselves reunited with Thrawn and Eli Vanto.
Warnings: Brief awkwardness, romance, fingering, protected sex, multiple orgasms, multiple positions, double penetration, and feelings.
Word Count: 4,231 words)
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Knowing both Thrawn and Eli since days in the Academy felt surreal by the time you were serving on the Chimaera. Both of your closest colleagues finally had been given ranks suitable enough for their dedication and work ethic. Being chosen to serve as an officer was a delightful surprise, the best transfer.
Of course, you had not seen them since you all were studying for hours and training until you bruised. Any free time was reserved for eating and rest. Yet, you may had gotten caught up in a mixture of emotions back then.
Who knew your weaknesses included intelligent men who were outcast by other cadets?
The blue-skinned calm man and the Outer Rim, easily flustered man.
The pair had taken to you with bashful smiles and observant crimson gazes. Your hands brushing theirs while checking over datapads and when leaving their quarters. Kind and respectful words always exchanged.
It was only during your final week in the Academy that you may had let your emotions get the better of you. Rubbing Eli's shoulders when he denied having any concerns over his future came first. An intimate highlight, but it definitely had him unable to look you straight in the eye afterwards. Smoothing out wrinkles only you could see on Thrawn's uniform as he watched on came next. He trusted your judgement and even inquired if his uniform needed another touch-up when your hands lifted from his abdomen.
The last time you interacted with the pair, you had been in their quarters, both men sitting on their designated bunks. The odds of you seeing them again were low and that made your actions all the more vital. You had stated the action was for luck when you kissed Thrawn's thin lips and stroked his cheek before climbing up to the top bunk and kissing Eli's lips slowly as he flushed deeply.
Was it love that you felt or a loss of companionship?
Being assigned on the same ship raised questions you had yet to ask.
You did not regret kissing them. Neither did you forget them. You remembered the men fondly and respectfully.
Time away from them only made you crave their company and compare every officer to them.
Yet on the Chimaera, people worked efficiently and under a command that encouraged instead of barked reprimands every two seconds.
So who would be the first to reestablish the companionship?
Who would speak on your more intimate past first?
When would you ever be alone with them again?
The three of you had varying ranks. It was best not to hold your breath on the matter.
. . .
Awaiting to give your thoughts on the upcoming departure, you stood in the Grand Admiral's office. Slowly, you tried familiarizing yourself with the space. The standard desk and the various art pieces.
So incredibly and obviously Thrawn's office, you thought in amusement.
Beside you and equally silent, stood Commander Vanto. Older and experienced as you were after years in the imperial navy.
He was visibly flustered in your presence. Never making eye contact. Throat bobbing every few seconds.
Exhaling softly, you turned to your old friend.
"It's just me," you assured the man, hoping you weren't stepping over any boundaries.
Commander Vanto jolted as if your words had zapped him awake. He looked to you in a surprised expression.
Did I catch him in the middle of a thought?
"Yes, I know." His voice was low, rising in pitch twice before he swallowed again. Gaze veering anywhere except on you.
"Did I do something wrong, Commander Vanto?"
"What? No. No, you didn't. Haven't."
The same Eli is under there, you thought happily.
"Good." You grabbed his hand in hopes of grounding him and settling his nerves. A technique you had used as a cadet.
Warm colored eyes studied you, trying to formulate your current thoughts and intentions.
"I know I've been onboard for nearly a week now," you stated casually, "but I've been wanting to tell you how happy I am to see you again."
His shoulders lowered and he gave your hand a small squeeze. Nervousness fading quickly.
"It's been a long time." Commander Vanto took a step into your personal space. "I'm happy to see you too."
"I'm glad to see you're well."
"I...," he ducked his head for a moment as he spoke, "I think your good luck helped."
My luck? You tilted your head to see his expression better. Oh. Good to know he still blushes from that kiss. You peeked at the closed door before eyeing your friend. If only for a second.
Leaning in, you pressed your lips to his sweetly. Nothing forceful. He did not move away.
The memory of your time as a cadet flashed before you with more feelings than any visuals. Youthful crushes that were kept in the dark for so many years.
"I've missed you, Eli."
Eyes fluttering shut, he kissed you more firmly. His hands came to rest on your waist as yours snuck up his arms.
"I can't believe you're here," he whispered against your lips. "I've missed you too. There's so much I've wanted to tell you." Eli hummed as you pulled his lip between yours, sinking into the moment of intimacy.
The hiss of the door opening caused the pair of you to separate immediately, nearly jumping, just as Grand Admiral Thrawn walked in. Others followed in after him.
Meeting. Get through the meeting.
You willed your breathing to slow after the kiss and interruption. Yet seeing Thrawn walk in wearing his white uniform did not help even calm your heartbeat.
The chiss glanced between the pair of you and only gave a small half smile.
These men are going to drive me to insanity or the medical bed.
The brief meeting was held and done professionally. No awkward coughs. No questions with double meanings. Conclusions were made effectively, however included multiple pauses whenever eye contact was made. You hoped no other officer present noticed.
Surreal as it was to be together, the three of you finished the meeting as Grand Admiral Thrawn needed.
Quiet and still, you watched as the door closed. Everyone had left the office to return to their posts on the ship. You, however, remained.
Grand Admiral Thrawn sat down at his desk, well poised and radiating a power most high ranking officers could never possess. Strategic observation.
You wondered if he had ever thought of you after graduating. Surely, he was much too busy.
Rumor and word traveled throughout the fleets. How Thrawn went through the ranks swiftly with Vanto in tow.
There is much more to them than that. I know how smart they are. How thoughtful despite every other person clawing their way up. You walked over to the desk. How they made me feel like a person who mattered.
"Both of us are satisfied with your transfer here," Thrawn stated from his seat, glancing up from his datapad.
Both? You smiled at his words.
"I was more than satisfied to receive the news, grand admiral."
"I know."
Warmth flooded inside your chest, filling that empty cavern that carved itself deeper with each year with glory-seeking admirals and back-stabbing ensigns.
Perhaps Thrawn was even greater after all those years. You dared to do more than hope.
You spotted a small smirk on his lips and took a step closer. Fingers met his on the surface of the desk, cool to the touch from the temperature in the ship, and were relieved that he did not pull away.
The knot in your stomach you had not noticed before relaxed.
"I might need some luck being aboard such a fine ship."
"May I offer you this luck onboard the Chimaera?" Thrawn asked, his tone softer.
If your stomach was in knots before from uncertainty, it was all full of flutters then.
Crimson eyes checked each minute expression on your face with experienced precision. As if he already could decipher your answer.
As if I would refuse him.
"You certainly may," you turned to fully face him.
Blue hands pulled you to him by the waist without hesitation before he cupped your face and brought you in for a kiss. No ounce of nervousness. Gaining familiarity with each movement of his lips on yours. All passion and designed to make you want more.
You parted a little breathless from the encounter, one hand gripping the edge of the desk. It took you a moment to compose yourself.
"Will that luck suffice?"
"There's no finer luck." You straightened your uniform.
Thrawn smiled. "I disagree."
You gave him a questioning look to which he did not elaborate.
. . .
Another day, a different shift.
An unexpected invitation to the Grand Admiral's office.
"Wait here while I find Commander Vanto."
"Yes, sir." Your voice did not conceal your confusion.
"We must reconnect," Thrawn stated and left you with a kiss on your temple.
How so? You wondered. Standing in his clean and artfully decorated office, you waited anxiously. Too curious to remain completely professional for much longer. What could Thrawn mean? And he kiss me. Again!
A short time later, Eli entered the office looking confused and a little nervous.
"Is there something wrong?" Eli asked once the door shut. He stood by you, but left enough space to be considered professional.
"No." Thrawn smiled and explained shortly. "The three of us must reconnect in an intimate manner. Ignoring our past will only serve to distract us and leave us open to doubt. We must change this in order not to start making mistakes."
You liked the sound of that.
"Intimately?" Eli's gaze shifted between you and Thrawn.
"Reasonable. We did pause and take longer than necessary during meetings. This way...will work, I think. And I don't choose one favorite," you admitted openly.
"Good." Thrawn then addressed the two of you. "Do either of you object to sexual intercourse?"
Eli's mouth dropped open.
Well then. We're jumping right in.
"I don't object." You eyed your flustered companion as his throat bobbed.
"Are you serious?" He asked. "The three of us? Together? How would that even work?"
"I can guide you if you need assistance." Thrawn stated calmly.
"Guide?" Nerves visibly built up within Eli. Shoulders tense and gaze shifting.
You approached him swiftly and linked your arms around his shoulders. "It'll be us. Only we will know. We can do whatever we want. Okay?" You kissed his forehead. "Even just laying down together. Whatever you want."
His muscles relaxed under your touch and reassurance.
You gave him a brief kiss on the corner of his mouth.
"Will we have time?" Eli asked. "What if someone comes into your office?"
"No one is to come in. If any thing needs my attention, they have been directed to message me with details." Thrawn assured him.
"Alright." Eli nodded slowly.
In response, you kissed him passionately, no longer needing to hold back. It threw him off balance and his hands grabbed your waist to stabilize himself from your eagerness.
From behind you, Thrawn guided you with a hand into his bedchambers.
Lights were low and the bedsheets were turned down. All prepared by the diligent grand admiral.
"Are you always three steps ahead?" You asked Thrawn playfully and tugged at your jacket collar.
"I find myself ill prepared to see your full beauty."
"Smooth." You turned to Eli. "Did you teach him that?"
"No..." His words trailed off as you stepped away.
Standing in front of the bed and in full view of your two companions, you stripped out of your uniform completely. You were more than satisfied with how Eli gawked at you. Even a curve came to Thrawn's lips as he took in your form, converting you to memory.
"I'm a little cold," you said and sat on the bed. "Alone." You made a point to look both men up and down.
"Ye-- Oh." Eli yanked off his boots.
You bit your lip to hide your amusement.
Thrawn followed suit removing his clothes and was already naked while Eli still fumbled with his trousers.
"That was fast," you commented as Thrawn sat on his legs beside you.
"You admire efficiency."
"I do," you sighed as he finally touched you.
Large blue hands roamed everywhere on your body and kneaded your skin without delay. He pulled you right up to him where you could grasp his biceps to ground yourself.
"Are you cold presently?" He trailed kisses from your earlobe to your shoulder and back again.
"Not entirely." You sighed contently from his attention. Finally able to touch what uniforms covered. "Thrawn." You caressed his sides, all muscle and smooth.
Your name came out in a murmur onto your skin. A need to have you and a promise that he was there for whatever you needed in his arms. You pressed your lips to his shoulder in return. A silent gratefulness to share vulnerability and raw emotion.
Pulling you onto his thigh, Thrawn urged you to ride him. To gain traction on your arousal. To have you closer. Each pass sent a spark through your core. Still small, but building as your slick coated his thigh.
"Very good." Crimson eyes sparked with something deep that made your stomach flutter. His hands returned to memorizing your body, every centimeter would not go untouched. Warm lips marked your neck below any collar line. His art piece to worship.
He certainly has a plan. You thought as you held on to his broad shoulders. But Eli on the other hand is here for the ride.
Looking off to the side, you watched Eli finish undressing as you rocked back and forth on Thrawn's muscled thigh. Eli stood there bare, physically aroused, and a little overwhelmed with the sight before him.
"Hey handsome." You called.
Eli ducked his head.
His actions made you want to leave kisses all over his face. Bashfulness was rarely seen in the empire.
"Lay down at the head of the bed," Thrawn instructed the man.
Eli did so. No questions asked or second guessing. On the bed, his hands were frozen to his sides and his chest moving noticably.
The darling.
"He needs you," Thrawn whispered in your ear.
And I need him. Carnally. The both of them.
"Don't neglect yourself." You reached around and tapped his butt playfully.
He smirked.
Crawling over to Eli, you kissed up from his hip bone to his lips. He hugged you to him, grounding himself in the moment.
All appeared so spontaneous at first glance. The three of you knew better. The years a part added up and the time together presently could only lead to this. What had been lingering under the surface and concealed in dreams.
Eli's lips hardly left yours for air. Sharing as many kisses as humanly possible while your bodies found a rhythm on their own. Softly grinding and familiarizing yourselves with one another.
"Is this alright?" You asked him, brushing back his hair.
"Y-yes." He swallowed, face clearly flushed. "Are you... Are you comfortable?"
"I'm with you. Of course I'm comfortable."
"You are?"
You nodded and whispered, "If I wasn't completely amazed by you, I wouldn't be here."
More comfortable himself, he turned your face to him and kissed you confidently. Sweet and exploratory.
Movement on the bed was the only signal of Thrawn's activities. Kneeling behind you, he ran his fingers between your folds. Slick and warm, he inserted a finger into your entrance.
"Ah," you gasped.
Eli kissed your chin and throat affectionately. Rotating his pelvis he sought more friction for his sensitive erection. Likewise each pass of your clit along his length strengthened the heat in your core.
"I'm amazed by you too," Eli murmured.
With fingers tangled in his hair, you continued kissing Eli. All too happy to have your favorite men with you.
Thrawn placed a second finger inside and pumped steadily faster, rubbing your inner walls in a way that had you losing focus. Your hips moved more purposefully against Eli's and consistently with Thrawn's fingers.
"Thrawn?"
"Yes?"
"Are you...alright back there?" You pushed your hips back to his hand.
"I am quite content. Both of your reactions are stimulating." His free hand groped the flesh of your cheek and pressed your pelvis down.
Eli let out a small moan at the pressure.
Oh, yes. Kriff! You thought in a growing fog of sensations. Oh, wow. Something thick and warm tapped against your thigh.
The man underneath you held you closer as he moved with you. Thrawn added a third finger to thrust into you at an intoxicating rhythm of his own.
"Oh, Eli," you left heavy kisses on his neck. Pushing your hips back and forth to meet your lovers in constant pleasure.
"Do we," Eli gasped, overcome by every touch, "have protection?"
"Under the pillow." Thrawn answered and added yet another finger.
Your hips moved faster. Speeding yourself closer to release.
Eli fussed with the pillow, only finding what he needed as you bucked onto him.
Before he tore the packet open, you hit your first climax. Muscles tense for a moment or two. Then you were covering his skin in uncoordinated kisses while you rested your head on his shoulder.
It was new and incredibly exciting. You did not have to choose nor hurt either of their feelings.
Rubbing circles on your lower back, Thrawn asked you, "Are you ready to continue?"
"Yes." You traced Eli's lips with your index finger.
Both men put on protection before proceeding.
Muscles flexing, Thrawn lifted you up against his chest. The action immediately sent heat between your legs.
"On your knees," he instructed Eli. "You enter her first."
"Me?"
You ran a finger up his length and watched as he shivered.
So sensitive.
Doing as instructed again, Eli wasted no time. Once in front of you, Eli took ahold of your waist with one hand to steady you and guided his tip to your entrance with his other hand.
Strong and observant, Thrawn lowered you slowly. His breath tickling your ear.
You held onto Eli's shoulders as you sunk down, taking him in.
"Wow." You breathed out.
Eli smiled up at you. Ever proud and full of rising affection.
"I kind of wish this was how we parted ways at the Academy," you lifted your hips. "Then we might have reunited here sooner."
"I would have been too distracted then." Eli thrusted upwards and sparked in confidence upon seeing your breath catch. "You're too smart to have had chanced affecting your education. Both of you." He eyed Thrawn before he found a rhythm with his hips that made you lock gazes with him. Keeping your attention.
"We were all too smart." You said.
Thrawn's hands curled underneath your thighs as you rode Eli, supportive and delicate.
Attention on the officer before you, surprise took you as Thrawn pressed his chest to your back more noticably.
Is he?
Eli and yourself stared at each other with wide eyes when you both felt Thrawn join you, entering your warmth and spreading you more.
"Oh, Thrawn."
"Is this what you imagined while we studied in the Academy?" Thrawn asked, voice low in your ear.
"Can you blame me?"
The three of you chuckled.
Perhaps you were not the only one imagining intimate nights.
The grand admiral added his own rhythm to the pleasurable dance. Effective and most gratifying.
Eli was right. This would had been too distracting.
All moving together, light pants filled the space alongside slaps of skin contact. You tangled your fingers in Thrawn's dark locks as he left marks on your shoulder with his lips. With your other hand, you clung to Eli's back while he kissed all over your chest. An organized mess of arousal.
You could not think of a better reunion. There was less thinking period as both men thrusted rhythmically into you keeping the pleasure building higher.
"I could hardly...ah...bare being away from...you two." You confessed between gasps for air.
"It is better that we reunited here than on another ship under someone else's command," Thrawn reasoned with a small pant.
"I can't believe...huh...we're doing this," Eli gazed between your bodies. "All at once."
You ran your hand down his chest and murmured breathlessly, "I love it."
"Me too." He continued watching as, with their support, you bounced on them.
Thrawn had quickened the pace as your body started angling for more.
The pleasure was overwhelming, surrounding you. Both men giving you every possible moment of it.
Eli leaned in to kiss your cheek. A sign of his tenderness. His loyalty and affection.
Thrawn nipped your shoulder. A sign of his playfulness. His commitment and empathy.
You squeezed your eyes shut just as your body shook between them, your climax taking over. Sparking every nerve.
Eli moaned into your skin as your walls constricted. In moments it caused him to release suddenly. His grip on you kept him impossibly close and inside.
Thrawn continued thrusting faster, holding you up and watching his companions closely. Both Eli and yourself were in a pleasurable haze as you wrapped your arms around one another.
The tender moment triggered Thrawn's release and he kept himself deep inside of you with Eli. Giving a few more thrusts to finish completely. He nestled his face atop of yours and Eli's.
A quiet moment between companions. Lovers in bloom.
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"Wow," you whispered to yourself as you stared up at the ceiling. No need to move as your body held on to the lingering effects of your orgasm. "I could do that all over again. And again and again..."
And have Thrawn and Eli all over the bed. A small giggle escaped you at the mental images of the men kissing every centimeter of you.
You rested across the cool sheets as Eli and Thrawn cleaned up. They had cleaned you first, delicately and thoroughly. Never had you ever been so pampered.
Is this even real life? You sighed contently.
"Missing us already?" Eli slid into the bed and your awaiting embrace.
"Completely."
The two of you kissed slowly and traced each other's features with a newfound tenderness that could no longer be hidden away.
"I must get back to work." Thrawn stated as he leaned over the mattress and caressed your hip.
"Right now?" You pouted.
"We can reconvene tomorrow night if you two wish."
"Yes," Eli answered quickly.
"Agreed." You propped yourself up and kissed Thrawn's lips twice over.
"Good. Now rest." He caressed Eli's cheek tenderly. "I need you both ready for your next shift."
"That's hours from now," you stated.
"True." Thrawn dressed himself in his undergarments.
"We should probably sleep." Eli's fingers followed the curves of your side.
"You two are welcome to sleep here." Thrawn headed back to his desk, leaving the two of you.
"You both have nice butts by the way," you said casually, gaze lingering on Thrawn's retreating form.
"Thank you?" Eli rubbed the back of his neck.
The two of you snuggled underneath the bedsheets facing one another. Still feeling all light and fuzzy inside from the mind-altering sex. Bodies fit together like puzzle pieces ready to fall into a restful sleep; only missing one blue piece.
"Tomorrow night is so far away," you ran your fingers up and down Eli's chest.
He sighed, gazing at you adoringly.
"How did I get so lucky?" You asked. "I have the both of you back in my life."
"I don't know." He added quickly, "I mean, we're lucky. To be together."
"More than just like this?"
"Yes. And we're really naked on his bed." He added.
"And there's so much room for another person," you raised your voice slightly. "If only there was someone super intelligent and has a body made for hugging in bed. If only there was a later time to check a datapad."
Eli tried muffling his laughter in the pillow.
"If only my back wasn't so cold."
You felt Eli shaking with quiet laughter.
Thrawn's tall figure appeared in the doorway and said in mild amusement, "I finished what needed tending to before tomorrow. You may stop attempting to persuade me to join you. That was my intention."
"I figured as much," Eli pulled back the bedsheets long enough for Thrawn to join.
"Much better." You rolled onto your back. "Good night." You placed your hands over both Thrawn's and Eli's arms that held you close.
"Sweet dreams," Eli whispered onto your temple.
"Rest well." Thrawn tucked his head beside yours.
Without a doubt, you knew you were the happiest and most comfortable person in all of the Chimaera. In the middle of your two favorite men, you had never felt more desired and adored. You were all the more grateful, that in the large known galaxy, you were reunited with Thrawn and Eli to face whatever in life came your way.
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