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✦ 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐎𝐅 𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐅𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐇 ✦

– KINKTOBER DAY 4: APHRODISIACS

grand admiral thrawn x reader | smut, 18+ | 1.2k words

summary: grand admiral thrawn has a unconventional way of convincing neighbouring planets to pledge allegiance to the empire.

cw: f!princess!reader, aphrodisiacs/sex pollen vibes so dub-con, fingering, cum eating, political mind games.

⇽ KINKTOBER MLIST | DAY 5: CLOTHES ON ⇾

Perhaps others in your position would consider you a coward. The rebel alliance had pushed a revolutionary manifesto that had bled into the heart of each Empire-subjugated civilian in the galaxy, many taking up arms against the gigantic fleet of storm-trooper manned ships.

However, lacking a large military and without weaponry or manpower, your small planet lay at the mercy of the Empire leviathan. The decorative crown placed atop your head was just that— embellishment. The significance of your birthright was as vexing to Grand Admiral Thrawn as a speck of dust on his pristine white uniform. A simple brush of his palm enough to toss any resistance aside.

The hologram Thrawn sent you upon arrival to your galaxy was intended as an olive branch, one you gratefully received. A promise of clemency on the condition that you attend a dinner upon the Chimaera warship.

“Princess,” Thrawn muses as he walks you towards the vast dining table, his own body language almost regal as he directs you to your seat, “I hope you don’t mind that I took liberty with the selection of delicacies I provided.”

You had no quarrel; it was like a feast mosaic. Gorgeous, vibrant pomegranates split down the middle to expose the glistening seeds, strawberries doused in dark chocolate and shucked oysters fanned out on a plate of salt.

“I am grateful for anything you provide, Grand Admiral,” you answer him politely as he pulls out a chair for you. You sit with a small smile, attempting to appease the man that balanced your planet’s fate on the end of his trigger finger. “Thank you.”

“My pleasure,” Thrawn’s lips pull up in a smirk, the silky timbre of his voice dripping like molasses off the edge of your spine, warming something deep in your abdomen that makes you blush.

Without ceremony, he settled in his seat across the table. Those crimson eyes pass over your frame with a gaze so heavy it’s as though you feel it dance across your skin, leaving flames in its wake.

“I recommend the oysters, your highness,” he addresses you respectfully with your title. “Freshly farmed a few hours ago.”

Upon his insistence, you began to feast. A polite silence falls between you, Thrawn’s eyes set on you as he watches you relish the flavour of the delicate oysters. He looks pleased.

You cannot deny the warmth that creeps across your skin the longer he looks at you. Thrawn's presence makes you almost dizzy, but the fear that had prickled at the base of your neck when you had been informed of his arrival had been replaced with something far more titillating.

“I must offer you my appreciation for your willingness to collaborate with the Empire, your highness, Thrawn praises you while you take a moment to sip the red wine you had been offered upon arrival. “I think you will find that I serve at your pleasure.”

“So it would seem,” you smile weakly, glancing across the table top. Pomegranate, oysters, wine. Your mind felt numb, slow to connect the thread that ran through each item— a singular quality they all shared.

“I wish to assure you of my commitment to ensuring you and your people are appropriately cared for,” Thrawn continues, elegantly standing from his seat at the head of the table and approaching where you sat like a Groundlion; a creature you knew belonged to the Chiss star system. “That our relationship continues to develop organically.”

The air around you vibrates as he approaches, your heart lurching. You had not failed to note the double meaning and slight innuendo to his comments. Flush paints your cheeks when you feel the slick wetness between your thighs, unable to look the Chiss in the eyes as he stands before you.

The Grand Admiral’s azure palm takes hold of your chin gently, tilting your head back and forcing you to look him in the eye. He’s poised, ice cold and stoic while he watches you burn up. “Don’t you agree?”

Pomegranate, wine, oysters. Pomegranate. Wine. Oysters.

Thrawn’s fingertips glide down your throat, tracing the dip of your sternum down down beneath your naval, leaving a devastating trail of arousal in the wake of his feather-light touch.

Pomegranate. Red Wine. Oysters.

Aphrodisiacs.

“Ah—“ you gasp the moment the word comes to mind, Thrawn’s fingertip brushing the curve of your sex and finding against your swollen, throbbing clit through the layers of fabric. Your eyes roll back, knuckles bleaching as he steadily and oh so easily works his hand beneath your skirts. Each motion is fluid, as easy as breathing.

“Apologies, your highness,” Thrawn spoke, his timbre even and mind-bendingly steady in comparison to your broken breaths of ecstasy. His fingers work through your folds, spreading your pussy lips and collecting your slick across his cerulean fingerprints. “I didn’t quite catch your reply.”

There’s a vague cruelty to his tone, enjoying your suffering. His eyes are glued to your expression, watching it crumple with desperation as he removes his touch from your sex raising his slick-drenched fingers to his lips and relishing in the taste when he presses the digits to his tongue.

Your chest heaves, utterly undignified with your thighs still spread in the hopes he’ll touch you again, trembling with need. Grand Admiral Thrawn’s eyes slip closed with a quiet hum of appreciation, removing his fingers from his tongue.

“Exquisite,” he husks, eyes dropping to you once more.

“Please—“ you beg him, far beyond the political ramifications and the threat of being labelled a co-conspirator.

“A princess should not beg,” he scolds you with an even tone, his hand easily working itself between your thighs once again, immediately finding your swollen clit and rolling it between his thumb and forefinger. It’s tortuous, your body practically folding in on itself at the devastating arousal that causes slick to leak down your thighs. “She should command her subject. Demand their service.”

You cannot even muster a plea of mercy, rocking your hips forward to grind your clit against his knuckles. He appears to savour the way pleasure contorts your expression, your brows knitting together and jaw falling slack as you chase the high that had so suddenly threatened to burst through you like a blaster charge.

“It would appear that we are destined to have a successful working relationship, your highness,” Thrawn muses, the flat expression on his face doing little to hide the gleeful glint in his eye at just how easy it was to reduce you to a trembling wreck. “Wouldn’t you agree?”

You have no time to answer, no chance to even suck air into your lungs before your vision goes white. Pure hot plasma bursts through your abdomen, running hot and thick like the magma on Mustafar. Sobbed wails of Thrawn’s name, sans his title pour from your lips as you grasp desperately at his wrist, drawing crimson blood from his cobalt wrist when you dig your nails in.

Over the roar of the blood in your ears, rapid heart pounding in your ears as Thrawn continuous to torture your clit through the orgasm that threatens to obliterate you, you hear a twinge in the Grand admiral’s voice. Smug.

“So it would seem.”

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ceapa-mica · 16 days

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How to befriend Grand Admiral Thrawn

I AM SO BACK! And I wanna thank my friend @thrawnsboots for some ideas for this. 💙

SFW | reader is gender neutral

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You want to become Thrawn's friend? Let me tell you how to gain friendship points with the Grand Admiral.

Work hard and contribute good strategies and ideas to his plans.

Be willing to take responsibility for mistakes and errors you've made.

Dare criticize him. Your co-workers would never. Thrawn is glad you're open and honest with him about your concerns.

Thrawn appreciates people he can trust and who keep their promises. Honesty and reliability matters a lot to him.

Show genuine interest in his art collection, and don't mind him explaining art for hours.

You can impress him with knowledge, specifically about art, culture and war. Even more so if he isn't familiar with the knowledge you're sharing with him.

If you want to spend time with him, be prepared for intense sparring lessons in his personal dojo.

Respect Thrawn's boundaries. Period. That goes for both, emotional and physical. If he doesn't want to talk about himself, accept it and move on, and don't be clingy.

Keep in mind that he's a busy man. So don't be disappointed if he doesn't seek you out outside of work all the time.

Learn to read his facial expressions. Thrawn's very good at hiding what he feels and thinks. Only those closest to him can read him, and when you do, he knows putting effort into your friendship is worth it.

Share your hobbies with him if you can. Cook a meal, knit him socks etc. He will appreciate your efforts.

Remember what he likes. How does he like his caf? Favorite artists? Favorite music? Favorite holonovels etc.

Gift giving is one of Thrawn's love languages (platonic & romantic), along with acts of service. He appreciates when you return the favor. Love languages are a two way street!

Let Thrawn feel included. As a Grand Admiral he has a certain reputation to maintain of course. When off-duty, he won't mind if you treat him like you're on the same eye level though. Less formality and more deep conversations.

Make sure Thrawn knows you see him as the man he is. Not only the powerful Grand Admiral but as an autistic art nerd with an extraordinary mind.

You know you've gained maximum friendship points with this man when he chuckles over one of your jokes

Be prepared to go out of your comfort zone. Thrawn will encourage you to try new things, whether it's food, art or work related.

Thrawn is hard to befriend, but once you manage to earn this man's friendship, he's a loyal soul who will stop at nothing to support you unconditionally and who brings out the best qualities of yourself.

Let me know in the comments what you think or if I missed anything. 💙

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al-astakbar · 1 year

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Thrawn Alphabet

Pairing: Thrawn x Fem!Reader (no she/her pronouns used) Word Count: 3.8k Rating: Explicit Content warnings: sexual content (M/F anal, oral, PIV), uniform kink, toys, bondage, dom/sub undertones; no Y/N

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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Every time you’re with Thrawn, from the very first to months and years after you first met, he’ll ignore his comm chime three times, but never more than a fourth. He is intent on you, murmuring to you in Cheunh. If he has just fucked you over his desk, he’ll help you stand, carry you through to the bedroom. If he’s just had you on the bed, he lets you collapse, a shuddering, oversensitized mess, and he stays just long enough to see that you’re alright.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

The question leaves him silent at first. He doesn’t think of you or himself that way, as separate parts of a whole. But eventually, on a warm, sunny afternoon at an outdoor art market, he answers. “Your eyes,” he says. He’s examining an unusual piece, and doesn’t look at you at all.

“What?”

“My favorite part of you. Your eyes.” They are beautiful, he tells you thoughtfully, the way the light caught them just now, though he most admires their intensity when you are thinking hard about your next move in dejarik, or challenging his reasoning.

Not a day later, his answer is different. He has you bent over his desk, and he tells you your ass is the most perfect one he’s ever seen. Perfect for grabbing, perfect for spanking, perfect for fucking.

Another time, on your knees with his cock in your mouth-- “your lips are particularly lovely.” He smirks down at you, red eyes glowing.

The elegant curve of your back, one evening. The next, your hands, small and soft in his as he rubs the aches out of them. Your legs, when they’re wrapped around his waist or he’s just watched you walk across the room naked. Your neck, which he likes to adorn with finely crafted jewelry. Your breasts, so sensitive as your arch to his touch.

And of course… “in Cheunh we call it k’tusah,” he says, before licking a broad stripe up your slit. His deft fingers spread your folds, his tongue finds the very center of your need and you know he won’t relent until he’s tasted his fill of your pleasure.

**C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically) ***CW!!! Anal sex***

Thrawn cums a lot. Like, a lot, and he likes pumping your cunt and ass and mouth over-full of his cum. Likes watching it drip down your legs and chin and neck. Sometimes he’ll spill in your mouth and forbid you from swallowing. Just keep it there for me, pet, let me see-- his hand cupping your jaw, thumb brushing your lower lip. He knows you like these games, and if he’s in a mood he’ll cum in your ass and plug it. For you to think of him, he tells you. Throughout your day, and every little thing you do, you’ll feel his cum and the plug barely holding it in, and you’ll think of that morning when he’d reamed your tight little hole. These are the only times he talks like that. An obscene, visceral shock to hear in his cool modulated voice.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Thrawn feels more comfortable in a military uniform than he does naked. He has no shame or hangups about his body, in fact he likes the way he looks, but he’s been wearing a uniform for so long, it’s part of him. It’s something he takes a quiet pride in. Pristine white, no wrinkles, trouser creases always sharp, boots shiny. Often, he’ll have you stripped bare while he never even unfastens his collar.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Despite his age and accomplishments, he’s not particularly experienced. Only a few partners, and not all were satisfying encounters. Being who he is, though, he did learn from them, and what he doesn’t know, he is able to observe and learn quickly. He has no embarrassment admitting he doesn’t know something, and will readily ask for help or guidance.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Something that Thrawn has come to understand about himself, as he has grown older and made his way through the galaxy, is that he enjoys holding power and control. Command is natural to him, and he likes a partner who complements that aspect. If it’s up to him (and it usually is) he’ll put you on your knees, or over his desk, even prone on your belly, under him. He can get deep this way, the way he knows you want it, he’ll have his hands on your waist, or else one gently but firmly grabbing your hair and when he’s close to cumming, he’ll lean over you, chest flush to your back, holding you close as he pounds into you.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

You can imagine trying to joke around and be silly with him, during an intimate moment or otherwise, would not go over well. That’s not to say Thrawn doesn’t have a sense of humor. He does, but it’s very dry, and during a moment alone, he’s going to be focused only on you.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

In general Thrawn is very well groomed. His hair is always slicked back, showing his distinguished widow’s peak. Chiss typically don’t have much body hair and Thrawn is no exception. He has no hair on his chest, back, arms, underarms, and very little on his legs. Only around his pubic area, and it is an unusual texture (to humans), rather straight and smooth. He is equally fascinated by your hair, especially the texture, and often takes an extra moment just to pet you, trailing his fingers between your legs and giving a knowing smile at your soft breaths of anticipation.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Intimacy, and other people’s need for it, takes him a long time to understand. He’s not unromantic. But he shows it in different ways. He learns to like kissing you. Kissing, as far as you can gather, is not foreign to the Chiss, only to to Thrawn.

The first time he kisses you properly is right after the first time you disagree with him. You point out a flaw in his reasoning— he doesn’t have all the information— and stand your ground when he questions you. Your emotion is high; Thrawn, shoulders square and hands clasped behind his back, is glacially calm. You raise your chin in defiance and then, so fast, he has you pinned, dipping his head, meeting your lips. There is intensity and focus in everything Thrawn does.

He brings his hand to the back of your neck. His lips light on yours, exchanging breath. When you respond, pressing your body tight against his, desperate for more, he pulls you closer, deeper. His mouth hot and lush, as if he’s suddenly realized he needs this too.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Spending his whole life in the military-- first the Chiss Expansionary Defense Fleet and then the Galactic Imperial Navy-- Thrawn has been used to having little to no privacy, let alone time, for personal indulgences.

For many years, he considers sexual release just another physical need, like food and sleep. He does it when he has to, rushed and furtive in the fresher or under the covers in his rack. Even when he gets his own command, and by the time he is given another command in his second career— the Thunder Wasp— the habit is so ingrained in him. He does it alone, fast, pumping his cock hard.

But then, after you’ve known him for a while, you ask once to watch him. It seems a natural question. He is bemused, but assents. He goes slow, teasing you with it, has you restrained, wet and needy. It is the most vulnerable you’ve ever seen him. He’d never take this much time if he were alone. He undoes the fastening strip on his uniform, lets his jacket hang open. Pants, too. His normally sleek hair is mussed. Fucking slowly into his hand, his eyes don’t leave yours. His breath comes out in small puffs in the cold air of his quarters. You have to savor the sight of him like this, as it is rare. Thrawn is not one to forget himself, yet here he is in front of you, and he is gloriously disheveled. He tenses, long fingers squeezing his thick length as his movement stalls. A string of words in Cheunh, and your name, tumble from his lips in a ragged moan.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Thrawn has an artist’s eye, but he does not create. He sees beauty the way an artist would: in the mundane, bizarre, and skillfully-made. Tattoos and scars fascinate him. He spends hours and idle moments tracing over your skin, asking you about them in a way that always seems like he already knows your answers.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Thrawn is a very private person --it takes having known him for six months for him to divulge the significance of his full name to you-- and this trait includes places he feels comfortable having sex. Never in public. Despite his well known disregard for rules and regulations, Thrawn never neglects military decorum, and that includes no open displays of affection. (Try to hold Thrawn’s hand, see what happens.) He prefers somewhere quiet, anonymous, and free of distractions. Ideally, his office, surrounded by his art. But, he is not one to deny himself, whether at some posh hotel on the Coruscant social circuit, or in the passageways of the Chimaera— he will pull you aside, discretely. Up to his room, or office, even a supply closet, as long as the door locks. Then, swift and direct, he’ll be on you, pulling at your collar to mouth at your neck and press urgent, hot kisses to your breasts. No bed, no problem. He’ll have you against a wall or on a counter. He’ll ruck up your dress, lift you by your ass and thighs, and thrust up into you, his usually cool voice rough with lust.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)//alternate prompt: Massages? (Yes/no?)

Art, of course, and the thrill of commanding a battle, especially one where he had to take big risks. On the bridge of the Chimaera, as the dust clears, he’ll turn from the forward viewport, resplendent in his uniform, hands clasped behind his back. His red eyes always seem to glow brighter after a victory like this. His crew are in awe of him. His eyes meet yours for a mere second, and you know what he wants. As he strides down the command walkway, you fall in step behind him, heart racing with anticipation as you follow him to his office.

Massages are rare. They are an unknown concept for Chiss, and Thrawn does not like them. He will do it for you if asked, though. You pad over to him in the evenings, when he is working, or studying art, and quietly hold out your hands. Sore from needlecraft, or sketching, and he loves to observe you as you work. He never complains, never refuses. He puts down whatever he’s doing and massages your hands, arms and shoulders. Sometimes you talk about what you were working on, or he does, speaking quietly about art and tactics and switching back and forth mid-sentence between Cheunh and Basic. You start to learn, bit by bit, though he makes no active effort to teach you. The night you come to him, hold out your hands and say ‘please’ in Cheunh earns the first genuine smile you see from him.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He ultimately most enjoys a partner who he perceives to be his equal, so someone incompetent or with no intellectual curiosity is a turn off. While he is game to experiment, he won’t introduce anything new without talking about it first. And despite his reputation as an Imperial Warlord, he has no appetite for anything that will really hurt you, nor any desire to override your free will.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Make no mistake, Thrawn is excellent at eating pussy. He is uncommonly perceptive and the very first time he goes down on you, he figures out what you like within seconds. He likes giving you pleasure on his terms. With his tongue on your clit, he owns you.

As for receiving… at first, sucking his cock is a privilege, and one you are desperate to earn. He puts you on a leash, tied down, and lets you strain to even get a taste of his cock. Gradually, he trains you, shows you how to take him fully in your mouth and down your throat. On days that he’s very busy, he keeps you by his desk, where you kneel patiently. Sitting in his executive chair, he’ll spread his legs, still reading on his datapad and not bothering to look at you, undo his trousers, push the fabric down to free his hard cock. “Balls first,” he orders absently. You’ll crawl in, suck and lick them until he tells you to switch. You take his thick, heavy cock in your mouth and do as he says: “keep it warm for me.”

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Perhaps surprisingly, Thrawn is quite sensual. He tends not to be overly rough, and prefers to take things slow if he has the time, though he usually doesn’t. Even when he is fast and rough, he is quite attentive, sliding a hand between your legs, wanting to feel you cum around his cock before he’s finished.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He’s all for a quickie. Grand Admirals don’t have a lot of free time. But the first time you use the word he doesn’t understand it.

“Quickie?” He repeats coolly, hands clasped behind his back. “I don’t know this word. Explain what you mean.”

“Oh! Uh, well, it’s just having sex real quick. Like, a fast one, not taking too much time.”

“I see,” Thrawn says, “and you would like to engage in a quickie with me?”

“You seemed really busy, I thought it would be more convenient.”

“Very well. In the interest of efficiency and convenience…” He turns, gesturing to his desk. “I assume this will be sufficient?”

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Thrawn truly enjoys and cares about giving you pleasure. So he’ll try almost anything you ask for. Spanking, restraints, a collar. He likes taking risks and experimenting if it gives him more insight into what you like. And it doesn’t take him long to start predicting what you’ll want. Once, he has you wear a rope harness under your clothes for a day. He works the elaborate design himself, makes sure a string of knots pass right between your legs, pressing on your clit every time you make the slightest movement.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)//alternate prompt: Sexts (Yes? No? Pictures?)

Thrawn’s stamina is yet another mystery potentially solved if he would ever give you straight answers about his species, but he doesn’t. He can cum repeatedly. Like, the very first time you’re together, he fucks you and cums and when you move to get up he tells you, “stay. We’re not done.” His cock is still hard, he pushes back into your oversensitized, swollen hole, you can feel how he displaces his own cum, makes it run down your legs as he fucks you again, and a third time.

Yes to sexts. He never even questions it as a misuse of Imperial resources. And the more artistically done your pictures are, the better.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

A few, that he uses on you. None on himself. Plugs, ropes, a collar and leash. Whatever you like, whatever you ask for, he will get it. He treats it like he does his art hobby, finds exquisite, unique pieces, most of which cannot be displayed in his office. Silken spun rope to tie you with. Gleaming toys, plugs, the bases decorated with finely wrought gemwork. Each time before he uses one on you, he presents it for you to kiss. You must show the proper reverence. He always watches intently, with a peculiar gleam in his glowing red eyes. You ask him once, while he is winding the rope in elaborate patterns across your body, if he has a favorite, and he laughs softly. “My favorite toy? You, of course.”

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

The Chiss do not make idle boasts or promises. Every tease, every lingering touch, you know Thrawn will pay it off. And he does love teasing you, sometimes over the course of days or weeks. Denying your climax, seeing how desperate he can make you. It’s a game to him, tonguing and sucking your clit as you get wetter and wetter, almost there, until he decides you’ve had enough for now. He’ll do it again an hour later. Tell you to stay after a meeting in which he has watched you squirm the whole time while he calmly lays out battle plans. He has you show him your slick pussy right there in the conference room after everyone else has left. Lift the front of your skirt. Spread the lips for him with your fingers. “Hold yourself open for me, pet, yes, just like that.” He trails one finger through your folds, much too slow. Circles your clit. He responds to your frustrated sounds with a smile, or a quiet, low ‘hmm’. Patience, he reminds you when you get mouthy. You are here for his amusement.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Thrawn has a reputation for being even-tempered, verging on soft-spoken. You’ve heard him come close to yelling once. Intimately, he’s mostly quiet-- not to say he isn’t expressive, but he is not loud. He gives low, breathy moans when he’s fucking you, small gasps and whispered Cheunh when he feels you cumming on his cock and his release is close. Occasionally, when his blood is up, when he is on edge from dealing with incompetent subordinates, you’ll hear a growl. An almost feral sound, deep in his chest as he puts you where he wants you and tears off your clothes. Be a good pet now, he says. His normally smooth voice is ragged with need. I have no patience for your bratting today, euhn in’a.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

In the early days of your acquaintance with Thrawn, even before he levels his glowing red eyes at you and asks how long you’ve been fantasizing about fucking him… one of the first things you notice about him, that sets your mind spinning with possibility, is how he smells. You pick up the scent of starch from his perfectly pressed uniform as he leans over your shoulder, pointing at something on a datapad. He smells of wool and brass polish and leather.

And, when you get closer, something else. Something close to human, familiar, but not quite the same. It is crisp and wintry, like morning in a cold forest, or the thin, pure air you can breathe on the highest balconies of Coruscant skyscrapers, close to the space-atmosphere barrier.

It quickly becomes a comfort for you, and the times he is gone, you wrap yourself in his spare uniform coat. Exacting as he is, when he returns he never seems to mind finding you in it.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

The fact that he is all blue never ceases to be novel. The sight of Thrawn in anything less than his full dress whites is enough to make your breath catch. When he shrugs out of his coat, exposing his broad, sculpted shoulders, you hear your pulse in your ears. The sight of him sparring against droids in a black tank top and his white uniform jodhpurs and black jackboots is an image immediately seared into your mind. It’s supplanted only by the first time you see him fully naked. He walks out of the fresher dripping wet, cross with you about… something or other. Maybe leaving your clothes all over the floor, but it seems your brain has short circuited. He is slim and tall-- so tall-- and strong and perfectly formed. And he is nonchalant about it. His cock and balls, which you’ve seen and felt and tasted before, are newly fascinating, hanging thick and heavy and swinging a bit when he walks. You swallow thickly. As good as he looks in the uniform, it hides how beautiful he really is.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Not particularly high, usually. It seems to come in waves, almost like he’s on a cycle, but when you’ve asked if the Chiss have mating cycles he denies it. Every so often, though, he gets a certain gleam in his glowing red eyes. You learn to recognize it, and what it portends. It means he makes excuses to his senior staff and the crew, about why he suddenly cancels meetings. It means he’s suddenly insatiable, fucking you three, four, five times in a row, and doing it again a few hours later. It means he sucks bruising kisses onto your neck and thighs and breasts, and it means he growls his pleasure and forgets for a moment that you don’t understand Cheunh.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Thrawn almost never sleeps, it seems to you. A quirk of his, something about his brilliant mind that just won’t shut off, plus Chiss biology. But the rare times he does fuck you in an actual bed, he’ll stay, curling his body around yours, stroking your hair. He runs hot and the heat will lull you to sleep. He likes feeling your breathing begin to even out and slow and deepen, likes feeling you relaxed and satisfied in his arms. When he’s sure he won’t wake you, he gets up, pulling more blankets over you, and presses a quiet kiss to your forehead and murmurs something-- always the same phrase-- in Cheunh.

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enaelyork · 7 months

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Thrawn's room aesthetic headcanon

I don't know why when i reading about Thrawn and i have to imagine where he lives (apart from the Chimaera of course), I see lots of patterns (astronomical, botanicals...) and noble materials. Something floral and very artistic with perhaps objects or musical instruments. Obviously, blue dominates to make the atmosphere more soothing.

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a-door-to-somewhere · 10 months

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Fellow thrawn enjoyers give me your thoughts: do you think that, given different circumstances, canon!Thrawn would've wound up joining the rebellion/resistance? If so, what circumstances?

#bear with me i know his characterization is inconsistent sometimes #thrawn #mitth'raw'nuruodo #grand admiral thrawn #thranto #star wars #sw #thrawn headcanon #am i coping? yes. with what? no idea #a door opens up

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enigmaticexplorer · 10 months

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Thrawn Headcanons

Warnings: explicit sexual material (minors DNI); female!reader referred to as Thrawn’s partner.

A/N: I’m rewatching Rebels and I’ve been in a Thrawn mood for months after finishing both canon series. Being my favorite Star Wars character aside, I’ve never seen headcanons of him. So I wanted to take a stab.

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1. Thrawn likes children. He likes their curious nature and always takes time to answer their questions, nudging them to think about answers and work through problems themselves. Patient and methodical in his approach, Thrawn believes educating and preparing future generations to be inquisitive, analytical, and detail-oriented is instrumental to the survival and success of the Ascendancy.

2. Museums—specifically art and history museums—dominate Thrawn’s days off work. He takes his time (at least half a day) observing and reading the exhibits, appreciating unique aspects to different cultures, and studying the art and history of these cultures to better understand their actions—military or otherwise. Sometimes he loses track of time and an announcement that the museum is closing will surprise him. It’s one of the few times he’s caught off guard.

3. Thrawn does not understand politics, and it frustrates him. He’s spent years honing his military and analytical skills, so to be bested by politics irks him. He views problems through an analytical mindset that can be solved through logistics. But politics is not black-and-white, and people act on their personal—sometimes greedy and/or selfish—motivations (in both the Ascendancy and the Empire). Thrawn believes in pursuing the good of the Ascendancy, and the good of the galaxy at large. He doesn’t understand how individuals pursue their own greed over the survival and success of a galactic union.

4. Perceiving the world around him through an analytical and logical mindset, Thrawn can be seen as emotionless and unfeeling. This isn’t accurate. Thrawn cares for others, in his own way. He sees the potential in others and he wants to help them reach that potential. It doesn’t matter if it’s a child wanting to learn how to fly or an officer proving themselves worthy of a promotion, Thrawn wants to see his subordinates and general citizens succeed. And he will provide them with the tools and means to succeed. That’s how he shows he cares.

5. Thrawn saves his genuine smiles for specific moments—achievements. He does smile on the occasion (especially when a child works through a problem), but his genuine smiles are rare. They can make anyone feel special and appreciated.

6. With a constant yearning to learn, Thrawn enjoys spending time at a museum with his partner. He will challenge your thinking on certain beliefs, and he expects you to challenge his own. Your interest in specific exhibits piques his curiosity and, after your visit, he will spend hours learning everything he can on your subjects of interest simply to share in your fascination.

7. Being with Thrawn is a learning experience. Logic dominates his mindset and he finds it difficult, at times, to understand the more emotional side to his partner. He wants a partner who is independent—who isn’t emotionally reliant on him—and recognizes his unique ways of showing love.

8. Thrawn doesn’t verbalize his love and, from face value, it can seem like he views his partner as a colleague and nothing more. But he shows his love through the time spent together, by welcoming you into his home and sleeping in his bed; he shows his love through simple gestures, like learning everything about your interests/beliefs to engage with you, observing what piques your attention in a marketplace and later gifting it to you, knowing your drink preference and preparing it for you each morning to take one extra thing off your plate.

9. Thrawn is not neglectful with his attention and care, but he does emphasize the importance of his work (the man is trying to protect his people and other species from a Grysk takeover—that shit requires lots of his time and attention). He desires a partner who isn’t clingy or demanding of his time; someone who respects his dedication to his work and supports him. Someone who doesn’t balk at his drive and understands when he can’t make it home until late at night.

10. It’s never a dull evening in Thrawn’s kitchen. Innovative, Thrawn prefers to experiment with recipes—mixing herbs, introducing new seasonings, trying different methods. He likes to perfect variations of the same recipe—keeping true to the source material—and he especially loves when you join him. Music in the background and you both contributing to the meal’s preparation, is a simple way for Thrawn to wind down after a busy day at work. And if you—in the middle of preparing dessert—tease him by splattering some whip cream on his face, he’ll return the favor to your neck or collarbone, and he won’t hesitate to lick it off. Possibly leading to more intimate areas for whip cream extravaganzas.

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1. Inventive and perceptive, Thrawn seeks to understand your body and its most sensitive spots. He dedicates time to learning the intricacies of your body, and he’s meticulous in his desire to know every way to make you orgasm. Curiosity dominates his thinking and he will never stop trying to find new ways to bring you pleasure.

2. Enhanced senses—from the ability to detect increased body heat to scenting the beginning of arousal—allow Thrawn to be in tune with your body. He knows when you’re aroused, and more often than not, a quick scan of your body can tell him what exactly you need in that moment. (The best thing for more reserved partners who don’t like to verbalize their wants.)

3. Thrawn has a particular interest in making you orgasm just from nipple play. He will hold your hips firmly, making sure you don’t grind your clit against him, and experimentally lick, suck, and bite until you’re orgasming.

4. Never one to shy from using all at his disposal, Thrawn likes to experiment with vibrators. He has a collection, each with its own purpose based upon menstrual cycle, time of day, and particular sensitivity to stimulation.

5. Thrawn likes to make you orgasm. Needing to test your limits and challenge his own beliefs about your body, he takes immense pleasure in your orgasms and his success.

6. Thrawn prefers control in the bedroom. He derives pleasure from seeing you squirm beneath him—dominating the pace in which he fucks you, flattening your hands to the mattress, tying your wrists to the headboard.

7. From behind, Thrawn will grip your hips and fuck you hard, fuck you deep until you’re nearing your orgasm, and then he’ll hold you in place, feeling you strain against him as you try to find rhythm again, chuckling at your desperation, massaging your hips and ass as he starts a slower pace, edging you back to the brink.

8. Eye contact is a favorite of Thrawn’s. He likes to put a pillow beneath your back so you can take him deeper, and when you wrap your legs around his hips, he’ll growl his pleasure. Legitimately growl.

9. From extensive research and experimentation, Thrawn has perfected rhythmic thrusts. Hard, fast, slow, rough. It doesn’t matter the style: he has technique for every scenario. He could double as a male stripper from his impressive hip maneuverability, alone.

10. Disciplined in his work, Thrawn loves when you sit beneath his desk and suck on his cock. It’s a nice challenge to him—to see if he can sort through the details of his work while you bring him pleasure. Once finished, he’ll stroke your hair and as he’s seeing you out his door, he’ll casually whisper he’ll return the favor later. The promise is a type of foreplay—to let you know what’s coming but to make you wait.

11. Thrawn has an imperceptible possessive nature to him that only you know about. Marks on your inner thighs, the swells of your breasts, and especially your hips are his physical reminders that you belong with him.

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thrawns-babygirl · 9 months

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Thrawn with a son named Thrass HC's because I'm bored waiting for my food:

This doesn't care about canon timelines or anything like that I just wanted to write some angst 🤷‍♀️ I wrote this all on my phone so I apologise for any spelling errors or issues in that regard

He wasn't sure he was prepared for a child. For so long, thrawn was ready to give up anything and everything for the Ascendancy, a baby would just complicate everything. But he wouldn't run, never. This was his burden to bear.

When he saw his baby boy for the first time his stoic facade cracked, his eyes welled with tears, he was enraptured with the tiny hands curling around his fingers as red eyes stared up at him.

His thoughts immediately turned to his brother, how would Thrass have responded to the news he had a nephew? He would have been supportive. Just like he was about everything Thrawn did. And that's when he knew that this little blue bundle of joy in his hands would carry on his late brothers legacy.

"Thrass..." he whispers reverently into the room, cradling the tiny boy in his arms while they both cried

When he's old enough, he takes him through the Mitth Homestead. Up the winding hills, baby strapped to his chest and bundled in clothing and blankets that will protect him from the Csilla cold.

His chest tightens as he makes his way towards Thrass' plot. The stones stacked neatly, but the pit in his stomach widens as he remembers that there is no body there. His brother wasn't able to come home.

He sits down on the cold ground, crossing his legs and holding his son tightly against him as he tries to find the words. The sick irony is that Thrass would know the words. He would know what to say and how to comfort him.

His son coos bringing him back into the moment.

"My brother... I wish that you were still here. So much has changed... and still continues to change. I long for your guidance" his voice is barely above a whisper as he holds his son close to him.

"I long to know if you're proud of the man I have become... if you would be proud of the father I have become"

"Your legacy lives on through me... through him..." he places the small boy on the ground, holding him up as his tiny legs are unable to hold himself up.

"I miss you brother..." the tears begin to fall, his face chilling from their dampness as he closes his eyes

He feels tiny hands wiping his face and opens his eyes to stare down at his son... his son Thrass trying to make him feel better as his brother Thrass always did.

Its a bitter-sweet thought. Causing so many more emotions to whirl around inside of him.

After a while, he bundles his son into his arms and turns to leave the grave. Glad to have finally introduced his son to his uncle and his namesake.

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shenanigans-and-imagines · 7 months

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ok I'm in a bit of a mood so feel free to throw some or all of this in the trash, but Thrawn and the 50 character questions number 1, 3, 8, 13, 17, 35, and/or 49

1. Canon I outright reject

Honestly most of his characterization in Star Wars: Rebels. I'm not sure how he's portrayed in Ahsoka, but he just does not translate well to a Saturday morning cartoon villain.

3. Obscure headcanon

Not really obscure so much as crack, but you can't tell me that man isn't an art major. Yeah, yeah, warrior training, Chiss ascendancy all that, but in his heart that man would be much happier in academia getting to passive aggressive fights in journal articles.

8. Unpopular opinion about them

He really isn't as objective as people often try to argue he is (ie. Empire apologists). He has a sever blind spot which is his own cultural biases of domination and control. As much as he studies other cultures to understand the minds of its people and commanders, he does not or will not allow the introspection needed to question his own beliefs. He may conflict with the Chiss, but he does not outright reject their understanding of the galaxy.

13. Dumbest thing they’ve ever done

Trusting Arihnda Pryce farther than he could throw her.

17. Quotes, songs, poems, etc. that I associate with them

I can't think of an exact quote, but most anything having to do with Sherlock Holmes.

He's just Sherlock Holmes with a different hat, fight me about it in the comments.

35. Their idea of a perfect day

Sipping a glass some something brown as he examines a painting selected by an enemy to be placed in their home, with absolutely no disturbances.

49. Favorite toy as a child

I can't imagine he'd play with traditional toys. Honestly I see him picking up and playing with any kind of puzzle box he could get his hands on. Whatever the Star Wars equivalent of a rubix cube was his first obsession.

50 Random Character Asks

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bruh-myguy-what · 1 year

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If Not Him, Perhaps Me

Good evening again, my friends! I have chapter 2 all ready! It wasn’t totally proofread, so I might have to be updating and fixing it as I reread it later but I was so excited to post the second chapter I couldn’t wait lol I also super appreciate all the comments on the first chapter. It really helps encourage me to continue writing! So keep commenting if you want! I love it haha

If you want to be tagged, just let me know!

So here it is!

Enjoy~

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Chapter 1

Pairing- Thrawn x f!reader x Luke Skywalker

Summary- You finally meet the Grand Admiral himself and the conversation is intriguing for the both of you.

Word Count- 2K+

Warnings- Mentions of kidnapping

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Bright lights glared painfully against your eyelids. The ringing in your ears coming back with a vengeance but finding its home near the back of your head in a raging migraine. Consciousness still felt as if it were a distant dream, but you were steadily grappling it with shaking hands, pulling yourself toward the blinding light. Soon your shoulders ached with the stiffness of tension and the feeling of hard steel beneath you.

‘Where am I?’ The thoughts swirling in your mind were flimsy and challenging to gather into a lucid form, but you still tried to make sense of yourself. Full consciousness continued to grow closer and closer but as it did, the realization that you weren’t aboard the Falcon anymore was also becoming increasingly troubling. Trying as best you could to recall where you were and how you got there was proving even more difficult than stringing together a cohesive thought. Your eyes wouldn’t obey your demand to open, and your limbs felt weighed down as if by lead, numbing your body. ‘Luke,” your mind strayed to the man who’d left you alone with Chewbacca and Leia to assist Han and as you lay against cold steel in thought, you heard a series of boots thud closer toward you.

Then you remembered suddenly where you were. “Get up, woman,” a gruff modulated voice spat in irritation, “the Grand Admiral wants to see you.” The Grand Admiral. That’s right! You’d been kidnapped by Storm Troopers and brought onto an Imperial Star Destroyer. The last memory you had was the white armored soldiers restraining you and giving you a drink of what you thought at the time was water. “Get her up, I think the drink is still in her system.”

“Really?” Another modulated voice sounded beside you, “that’s crazy, it’s been four days and it’s still affecting her this bad?”

Four days?! You’d be out for four days without any knowledge?! Groaning as the man beside you assisted you in sitting up, you were finally able to force your eyes open- as blurry as the atmosphere was, at least you could get some sort of idea where you were. “F-Four…d-days?“ You choked on the words, dryness aching your throat. It felt as if your vocal cords were dust and your mouth the sandy dunes of Tatooine. “We’ll get her some water on the way to the Grand Admiral’s office.” The one at the door explained as his partner lifted you to your feet.

Desperately, your bleary eyes tried to focus on the surroundings you passed. To memorize what it looked like to be in an Imperial Star Destroyer so whenever the knowledge was needed to be used in battle you could recount it perfectly, but the dryness wasn’t just plaguing your throat now- the bright lights overhead still blinding you. It was, you noticed, becoming easier to gain your own footing now, the troopers less rough and uncaring than you expected and it wasn’t long before you were at a door. After one of the Storm Troopers punched in a code, a soft hiss echoed through the quiet hall, and they ushered you inside.

“Who is this?” A whispering voice made you jump, nearly into the ceiling you noticed but wouldn’t admit to anyone who asked. The small corridor was hardly lit, and the hissing voice seemed bodiless.

It made you feel better when one of the men beside you cursed under his breath just enough for you to hear. “Stop sneaking up on people like that, Rhuk. We’re likely to shoot you if you aren’t careful.” The trooper seemed anything but pleased at the sudden start and there was only a hissing chuckle in the dark.

“I am the admiral’s protector, and I shall do my job as arranged.” So, the Grand Admiral had a bodyguard? Not just the Storm Troopers? Another note you placed in the back of your mind for later as the door before you in the darkness whooshed open, itself.

As you were ushered forward again the room you stepped into was surprising. What you had expected from a Grand Admiral’s office was bright overhead lights like the halls that stretched around the ISD, large murals displaying their awards, and perhaps some Galactic Empire paraphernalia to show their “pride” in the imperial navy. But what you were greeted with instead was practically an art gallery with dimmed lights that were backlighting a tall structure that had what looked like furry lizards strewn about it.

But what truly astounded you was the man sitting behind the desk, awaiting your position before him to be to his liking before he spoke. He wasn’t a man, at all. His skin was a surprisingly blue color, nearly sapphire in the dark lighting, dark hair that gleamed its own shade of cobalt, his features serious and thoughtful as you stood in front of the large grey desk now. The facial feature that struck you the most was the all-consuming eyes that sat framed by long dark lashes. The piercing red gaze was disturbing as they narrowed at you, his mouth and chin hidden behind steepled fingers- he was studying you.

“Ya know,” you began, quietly at first, “you had already kidnapped me. I think the drugging was a tad bit overkill.” The sarcasm in your voice made one blue-black eyebrow raise in question, but that was the only movement out of the Grand Admiral sitting before you. Shifting in your wrist shackles, you huff indignantly. “I mean, it was a little nicer than waking up on the cold steel floor, I guess.”

Without a response, the admiral stood from his chair. His stature was imposing, far taller than you’d expected him to be too, you noted. To your surprise- again- he smiled at you politely. “I apologize that your time aboard my ship has not been to your liking.” The voice. Your mind went blank, and eyes widened at the deep, warm voice that came from his lips. The evidence of a life lived speaking a foreign language you probably never even heard accentuating the syllables he spoke. Before you recognized it, the alien man was standing directly in front of you, eyes studying you still as he placed his arms behind him. His entire air seemed noble, regal…Imperial.

No wonder he was a Grand Admiral.

He carried every bit of his title in his stance and your heart ached with uncertainty. But before uncertainty turned to apprehension, the admiral smiled again as he spoke, “Would you, perhaps, mind giving me your name?”

Your eyes narrowed this time. Just because he was intimidating didn’t mean he was going to scare you immediately. “If this is a game, I’m not going to play. You kidnapped me, clearly, you know my name, or at least have some idea of who I am, or else I wouldn’t be here.”

It seemed as if his smile grew from your challenge. He was enjoying himself. “Perhaps,” he commented casually, “though, I prefer to be mannerly in certain circumstances. You are a woman, whether a prisoner of war or not, and I prefer to give you the respect you deserve.” When he saw that you weren’t budging, he let out a dissatisfied breath, as a father would a rebellious child and his face swiftly grew stern. “Very well if you insist. I am Grand Admiral Thrawn, warlord of the Galactic Empire. Welcome aboard the Imperial Star Destroyer; Chimera, (y/n).” Thrawn’s full title was so imposing it nearly knocked the wind out of you, but you purposefully gave no sign of fear.

“Grand Admiral, huh?” You replied interestingly, then changed your weight to one hip as you studied him this time. “But you aren’t human, how did you become a Grand Admiral?” Another smile appeared on his face- patronizing. You grumbled at the grin and stepped away to face the structure behind his desk, petting one of the furry lizards.

“I am sure you are aware you weren’t brought to me to discuss my time in the Empire,” he almost sounded as if he were chuckling a little and it infuriated you. How could he be laughing so casually? “You see, I brought you here because you are of some importance to my cause.”

Rolling your eyes, you shifted your shackled hands once again, “you mean regaining power for the empire?” You scoffed sarcastically, “it isn’t happening, grand admiral.” The emphasis you put on his title caused one of the men to start forward, grabbing your arm painfully.

“Mind your tongue rebel scum!” He snarled candidly, “you will show the admiral respect.” At the gesture of Thrawn, the Storm Trooper unenthusiastically backed off, releasing your arm.

“You see, (y/n),” Thrawn started as he faced you again from across the room, “I am aware that Skywalker and Solo departed for a mission to aid Calrissian only a few days before we obtained you from the Millennium Falcon and while your capture does not suit my needs for gaining the power I seek for the Empire, it does satisfy someone who will help me gain that control.” So, you were just a pawn? Thrawn once again came to stand before you, his glowing eyes looking down his nose at you as the full weight of his power melted into your bones. “You will tell me everything about Skywalker that I need to know.”

“How do you presume I do that?” Your voice was less aggressive than you were hoping it would sound, but you met his eyes still. The glowing embers sparked with intelligence and wisdom piquing your curiosity briefly. “Do you honestly expect me to just give up someone I care about because you asked it of me?” It seemed as if directness surprised him for a moment because some of his severity eased. “I’m sorry,” you almost seemed genuine about it but, whether it was your exhaustion or your willingness to die for Luke without questions that calmed your nerves, you knew you weren’t going to give Thrawn what he was looking for, “but I’m not going to tell you anything about Luke.”

Thrawn was silent for a long while, gazing at your face, your features. Then he returned to his chair on the other side of his desk, calmly sitting down in the position you’d previously found him in. “Perhaps you can tell me a little about yourself then?” His voice was softer this time around, grabbing his datapad and scrolling through what you assumed were documents.

He was absolutely playing games this time, why on earth would he want to know anything about you? “Why? What do you possibly have to gain from wasting your time getting to know me?” It was becoming clearer that it was your exhaustion that made you apathetic to the idea of death now.

Thrawn peered up from his data pad slightly, the red peaking beneath dark lashes and the raising of the same one brow and he smirked at you, “call it curiosity, (y/n). I am a gentleman, after all. Since you will be staying aboard my ship for a while, I would like to know who I have in my barracks.” His eyes returned to the scrolling screen once again, “tell me,” he started, “are you someone I should be worried about breaking out?”

A short, self-deprecating laugh escaped your lips at his words. “yeah, I’m going to try to break out of my cell and do what? Fly out into chaos knows what by myself?” You shook your head, rolling your eyes, “I don’t think so. I don’t even know where in the galaxy we are. How would I ever have a chance of getting anywhere?” You shook the skirts of your dress as if to notify him of your compliance, “I’m not the fighting type, evidently.”

“Do not mistake me for a fool, (y/n),” Thrawn laid his datapad aside, sitting back into his chair, eyes stern again. “I am mindful of who you travel with and while you may not voluntarily partake in battle, you are proficient at self-defense. It would be unwise for Skywalker to not provide you with some manner of protection.”

You shrugged noncommittally, unnerved by his assumptions and how close they were to the truth. Luke had taught you many self-defense tactics and exactly what to do in case you were in trouble without him. Though it didn’t happen often, and you were always able to call for his help. “So I know a little self-defense to keep myself safe, do you think that’ll give me the confidence to fight myself free?”

“Then will you call for Skywalker's aid?”

Shaking your head immediately, you glared at him, “absolutely not.”

Thrawn smirked again, knowing you were catching on, “perhaps you would like to tell me why?”

“Because I’m not a fool either,” Thrawn smiled at your response- of course, you weren’t. He could already tell. “I’m not going to bring him to you. I’m not going to bring him straight into the heart of the Empire just to save me from you.”

“Interesting,” Thrawn mumbled softly, hand resting below his chin in thought, “you are intriguing, (y/n).”

It seemed as if it were the twelfth time you’d rolled your eyes at this guy, “I’m so happy you think so.” The sarcasm was getting difficult to contain anymore as you continued to go back and forth with Thrawn.

Chuckling, the Grand Admiral grabbed his datapad again, gesturing for the Storm Troopers to leave, “you shall return to your barrack and get some rest. Perhaps after you are well rested, we can continue this conversation.” He glanced at you once more before the troopers took you away, the stony gaze returning, “And you will tell me what I want to know.”

And with that, you were returned to the bedless, steel prison of your barrack to replay the conversational meeting you’d had with Grand Admiral Thrawn.

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itsagrimm · 2 years

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the beauty in Thrawns story, is that he fails.

And yet never gives up.

He fights in the Ascendancy and fails at removing the full Grysk treat while getting himself exiled.

He goes to the Empire in the hope of finding means of protecting his people and generally fails at securing the empires large military assets. Instead he gets used by the Emperor for his abilities.

He cares about the wellbeing of the Chiss navigators yet finds no reliable way to navigate the Chaos without them to free those kids from military service.

AND YET HE KEEPS ON TRYING!

with his corny phrases about warriors only retreating or lying in wait he keeps pushing though his failures and takes the little victories instead. He removes the immanent treat for the chiss, saves some chiss navigators and likely dragged Ezra Bridger back to the Ascendency. Thrawn constantly fails the big fights yet just shrugs and moves on with his minor victories.

I think that is an impressive quality.

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bits-and-babs · 1 year

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𝐀𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄-𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇𝐄 — 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐀𝐖𝐍

↳ summary: A state dinner leaves the Grand Admiral wanting far more than was offered.

↳ pairing: Grand Admiral Thrawn/Mitth'raw'nuruodo x f!Reader

↳ [1.1k] content:18+ MDNI. Oral (f!receiving), masturbation (m), cumshot, general Thrawn power play bullshit, body worship(? In a roundabout way), power imbalance, eloquent Thrawn dialogue because this man knows his way around a thesaurus. - This is a @beskarbabs remaster -- original post date 2021.

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Thrawn’s affinity to art was not contained to that of paint and marble. The Grand Admiral had often lectured you in his admiration of other mediums. From music and holofilm to the violent beauty of war, Thrawn would often regard each ‘piece’ while revealing parts he admired and elements that he didn’t– all while appreciating it for exactly what it was.

You had also recently discovered that Thrawn considered cuisine a form of art. It had come to your attention at a state banquet for the Empire, where you noticed the Grand Admiral scrutinising each singular component of the dishes presented to him before trying it all together. While he never showed his appreciation outwardly, he had a tell- the very slight, barely there uptick in his brow.

Given that he claimed to be satiated, what you hadn’t expected was the food at the banquet leaving him wanting. Thrawn prevented you from returning to the barracks and had instead requested you, a stormtrooper from his elite force, join him in the journey to his study. You didn’t understand why- it’s Thrawn’s Imperial Star Destroyer, safe, on lockdown, and Thrawn is, himself, a master combatant. Only when the durasteel door slides behind you, and he orders with hungry eyes for you to remove your armour, do you realise he doesn’t need protecting at all.

He needs serving.

While you would love to know how Thrawn thinks you taste at this moment, the position and the technique of his tongue between your thighs render you incapable of lifting your head from where it was hanging off of the edge of his curved desk in his office. Instead, you whine softly, thighs pressing into either side of his sharp-edged cheekbones as he curls his tongue around your clit. The bones are so honed that they feel as though they could slit the soft, malleable flesh open, dripping crimson onto his azure cheeks.

Despite the heaviness of your eyelids resulting from the pleasure his tastebuds draw from you, you are sure of his tell– of the twitch of his midnight-blue brow. Thrawn teased your cunt ravenously, tasting every inch of you and relishing in the way you keen for him and spreading your thighs wider for his insatiable mouth. For what had been at least half an hour now, the highest rank of the 7th Imperial Fleet had been on his knees for you, velvety tongue gliding against your clit and devouring all you gave him.

The usually immaculate Grand Admiral did not mind getting his crystal white trousers dirty for a taste of your dripping cunt.

Wailing brokenly, you shift your hips up slightly, clit brushing the tip of the Grand Admiral’s nose as he dips his tongue into your entrance once more. The ends of his fingers grip harshly into the thighs on his shoulders, keeping you in place as you struggle desperately for more. No doubt there would be bruises in the morning, not all that different from his own sky-blue skin. Tears well in your eyes, frustrated beyond belief at his leisurely pace.

It’s only when Thrawn decides it’s time to pick up the pace that he begins to suck at your clit. Your back arches off the table, again unable to hold still as your superior tortures you. Head still tilted back, you’re panting heavily from the intense workout you’d suffered, cheeks hot and sweat clinging to your body. You find yourself wondering if he likes you like this; fucked out and exhausted.

Flicking the tip of his hot, deft tongue across your clit, Thrawn manages to set a pace that has your orgasm building so tight and fast.

“G-Grand Admiral-” You stammer urgently, losing yourself as you thread your fingers through his deep midnight hair, “Thra- Sir, I’m-”

His hands push your thighs wider apart, holding them steady as he rapidly traces your clit, and, oh, it hits you so fast. It surges, the muscles in your lower abdomen pulling up tight, and your back lifts once more as it just rushes through you. It cuts off your hearing- but you swear you are sobbing, cursing at the stars.

You’re exhausted when the afterglow hits, slumped against the desk with fatigue. Thrawn pulls away and sits up, drawing his thumb across his lips. His other palm splays wide across your abdomen, silently telling you to stay in this particular position, which you do gladly. You’re too exhausted to attempt sitting up.

The sound of the zipper of the Grand Admiral’s pants cuts through the singular sound of your heavy breathing, causing you to glance over at him. His hand works underneath the white waistband of his uniform trousers, taking his thick pulsing cock into his palm.

Again, only you pick up on the signs that he feels good. The slight hitch in his breath, the way his shoulders slump and relax. Always wound so tight, always carrying the weight of the 7th Fleet on his shoulders alone- wanting to please the Emperor.

He gives his cock a squeeze, brushing the pad of his thumb across the leaking tip as he lets out a shuddering breath. Those scarlet eyes flick up to take in your thoroughly fucked out state before he begins working his fist.

“I find myself drawn to you this way,” he muses, his steady voice refusing to betray him as he stroked his length from base to tip. You often wondered if he meant to portray himself this way, powerful and unmoving, or if he naturally exudes that aura. So much of your superior was yet still a mystery to you.

“Amongst even the finest pieces in the galaxy, You are by far the most striking creation in here,” he admitted, his voice a little strained despite his best efforts. You’ll take that compliment.

His fist was moving quicker, working just underneath the throbbing head of his cock. You watch him smear precum across his swollen tip as he did, strokes rough now.

Soon, his breath is hitching more, a somewhat violet tinge to his cheeks, which you assume is a form of flush. He’s close. You’d never seen him like this; most of your secret rendezvous quick while he took you from behind. This is a new form of vulnerability- one you felt lucky to witness.

With a few more rough strokes, Thrawn lets out a deep, quiet groan of bliss. His cum paints you, streaking across your chest and abdomen as he continues to pull at his cock. When he’s finished, the white ropes of cum paint the skin of your thighs too.

Unlike most times, Thrawn does not rush to dress. Instead, he holds your waist, thumb brushing the curve of your ribs as he admires you, taking in every inch.

“Yes. Most definitely the finest piece of artwork I have acquired.”

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Grand Admiral Thrawn - The NSFW Alphabet 💋

I had the autistic urge™ to put my Thrawn thots into alphabetical order. This Thrawn NSFW alphabet is the result of my three month Thrawn brainrot. Enjoy! ❤️

There is no mention of the reader's gender btw.

🔞 This is 18+ content, minors stay away! 🔞

First of all, congratulations! 🎉 You successfully managed to seduce the Galaxy's smartest, most emotionally constipated, art loving, morally grey character. That's very brave of you!

Now let's get started!

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Thrawn makes sure you're cleaned up and comfortable. If you're big on cuddling, this could be something he has to get used to first. He would also remind you to use the refresher after sex to avoid catching a UTI.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Your human eyes fascinate him, he likes to imagine what a painting done with the color of your irises would look like. As for himself, it's his arms. He loves how you seem to fit perfectly into his warm embrace. He holds you close with them, safe from any harm.

One day after taking a shower with you, he looks at the reflection of your nude bodies in the mirror and realizes that you two look like a piece of art together. He loves the contrast of his blue skin and your [your skin color] skin together.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

This man cums a lot and I imagine it tastes slightly different from human cum. He likes cuming inside you but also likes seeing you covered in ropes of his cum like a work of art. Where he cums depends on where you want him to cum, and if you don't care, it just depends on where he wants it to go. If he had to choose one, he would always cum inside you.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

When he first felt attracted to you, he had searched for erotic art of people that resemble you to figure out if those feelings are in fact attraction.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Thrawn only had very few partners before you, but he's a quick learner. He definitely knows the basics and should he be unfamiliar with something you wanna try, explain it to him.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Any position that offers him a good view of your body. He loves seeing you on top, looking up and admiring you riding him. To him your body is a work of art, this man worships every inch of you!

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc

Thrawn is a serious person. His sense of humor is very dry and he wouldn't use it during sex. He's focused on you, and you only. Making you feel good and leaving you satisfied afterwards is something he takes very seriously.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

You can't tell me this man doesn't have a hair and body care routine. I imagine Chiss don't have much body hair in general. (To keep warm on Csilla they have thicker skin and a high metabolism.) He keeps his looks clean and tidy, and yes, the carpet matches the drapes.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Look, this man wouldn't just go and sleep with anyone. He's a Grand Admiral and has a reputation to maintain. If he sleeps with you, you must mean a lot to him if he decides to take that step with you. To him it's a way to connect with you on a deeper level. He continuously tells you how beautiful you are and what he loves about you.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Before you he used to masturbate rarely and during your relationship he stopped masturbation altogether. He simply prefers sex with you over his own hand. Unless you're separated for a longer period of time, that's when he would masturbate only while calling you via holocomm where you can see each other and satisfy each other's desires from afar.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

He has a competency kink™. Watching you work on something you’re good at, being all professional, it makes Thrawn melt. He will keep up his mask until you're alone with him in his quarters, then he will be all over you, praising you for your good work and fucking you senseless.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Thrawn has a reputation, he's a Grand Admiral, you wouldn't catch him in the act in a supply closet or anywhere else on board of the Chimera that isn't his quarters. He wants his private life to remain private. Inside his quarters he has a large bed and a comfortable luxurious sofa, and he likes to take you on either.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Like I said before, he's into competency, and there's nothing more attractive to him than you passionately talking about work or hobbies, anything that you love doing. The passionate spark that appears in your eyes makes him want to support you unconditionally and at the same time makes him want to take you to his bedroom to show you what you mean to him. Oh and you explaining a piece of art to him he doesn't know much about yet? Instant turn on!

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Thrawn draws the line at degrading or hurting you. He doesn't understand how anyone could actually enjoy that. To him, you are the most beautiful person in the Galaxy, and he makes sure to remind you of that whenever he can. He always asks for your consent too, just to reassure himself you actually want this.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Thrawn clearly prefers giving oral. To him your taste is something he didn't know he needed, and now he could spend hours down between your legs, lapping up your juices and stimulating you, making you cum over and over on his tongue. He doesn't mind receiving oral, but definitely prefers cuming inside your pussy or on your body instead of inside your mouth.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Thrawn is very thorough when it comes to sex. He wants you to feel all of him, so he prefers being slow and sensual. Unless you crave a fast and rough fucking or when he's had a bad day at work (some pent up frustration over Krennic’s antics idk) then and only then will he go for fast and rough sex.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He doesn't like them and he doesn't do them. He wants to take his time to love you properly, and that can't be done in a ten minute quickie.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Sure, he's up to anything you're willing to try, unless it's something that could hurt you or involves other people. Thrawn would never share you with anyone, that's unheard of where he comes from.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

His enormous self control allows him to go for hours. An average human body would be exhausted after two rounds with him. So the question should be how many rounds can YOU go for?

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Thrawn is open to new ways of pleasuring you. Initially he doesn't know much about sex toys, but after you explain what you want to try with him, and after some research on it, he's willing to try out toys with you. He prefers using them on you instead of himself.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He's a patient man, and he knows about the perks of delayed gratification. When he's in the mood to tease, he will edge you. He loves watching you squirm underneath him.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Thrawn is not very loud. Labored breathing, moaning into the crook of your neck and occasional grunts when he picks up the pace are the only sounds you can expect of him.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

With your consent, he would either paint a picture of you in the nude, or pay an artist to do it, so when you're separated, he can have a piece of you with him, that's only meant for his eyes.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Thrawn has a healthy muscular body with several scars from past battles. I imagine his cock looks pretty much human, safe for the color of his skin of course. It's just slightly bigger and it has alien ridges that feel incredible when inside of you.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Not very high until you came into his life. He didn't know he could feel this way about anyone. With you his sex drive is average, he makes time for sex when his busy schedule allows him to. You better have nothing planned for that period of time.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Chiss don't require as much sleep as humans. While you doze off next to him, he works on his datapad some more before falling asleep, or he simply watches you sleep peacefully next to him while being the big spoon. You should get used to red glowing eyes in the dark when you stay overnight or move into his quarters.

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