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I teased this in a comment the other day and I had to write it. Comedy isn't my usual style so we'll see how this goes!
The Meiloorun
Thrawn x gn!reader, established relationship
Warnings: suggestive content, implied NSFW
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At the edge of the galaxy was not where you had expected to find yourself, in some practically unnamed system on an even more undistinguished planet. The fact that it was a binary star system was the most interesting thing about it. But Grand Admiral Thrawn had received word that there was Rebel activity in the area and was dead set on investigating it, and you were a loyal servant of the Empire, furthermore of the Chimaera and you were deeply loyal to its commander. But still, you sighed, why did you have to be chosen for a mission on this planet?
The suns were scorching, blazing trails of heat that were visible to the naked eye, you were sweating, beads dripping off of your neck. Even though you were barely clothed, garbed in a "traditional" scrap that allowed the rare bursts of wind to slip through while the wearer was still, technically speaking, modest.
Why you were chosen for this mission, you had no clue. You weren't a ground trooper, your speciality was numbers, statistics, patterns, that sort of thing. Your presence here wasn't needed here. But who were you to argue with a Grand Admiral? Thrawn had requested your presence and you had answered. Of course you had.
And speaking of the Grand Admiral, he stood beside you now. A sand colored tunic clinging to his own blue skin, muscles straining against his rolled up sleeves, his colar bone bare and...you should not be looking at your commanding officer that way, even if he was out of uniform. Even if his biceps flexed like that. NO! Hey, stop it.
It didn't help that you were almost certain that he had positioned himself three steps behind you so that he had a...view.
Every so often when you glanced back, you saw his eyes trained on you. And when you turned away you could feel them burning holes in your back.
As unsettling as his gaze was at times, you couldn't help the warmth that spread through your abdomen. Or the memories of the nights before when he gazed at you with the same intensity. Your body spread out on his berth, his desk, his lap, pinned to the wall like some piece of art. A shudder ran up your spine, and when you turned your head to the side, peaking at him out of the corner of your eye, a smirk was working its way onto his lips. He knew what he did to you. And from the way he was moving the fingers on his ring hand, he was planning on demonstrating his skills some more later on.
No. You're on duty. You mentally told your rational side to shut up, but still turned your head away. And just as well, if you let your mind wonder down that path you would waste the whole day away thinking about your k'ein's'ehn. Your "beloved," or at least that's what Thrawn had told you it meant when he taught you how to say it. From the smirk on his face at the time, and the shock on Admiral Ar'alani's when he had first introduced you as it, you had begun to doubt that that was the true translation. But you liked the way it sounded, it had taken you hours of intruction to perfect the stuttering Cheunh word and you weren't going to let that practice go to waste.
And if you let your mind slip, you may miss a crucial detail in the sand city ahead that could help move this mission along faster, and let you get off of this scorching hell ball.
There wasn't a gate into the city. Not even a guard. There was a large sand and stone wall that surrounded their meager settlement. It wouldn't stop troopers you observed, but would stop, or at least slow down any raiders or wild animals this planet may have.
Stepping into the "city," you were suddenly overwhelmed with a series of sights, smells, and feelings. All around large square buildings made their home, carved out of sand and stone they looked like a part of the landscape themselves. They had small oval windows on the second floors, acting as ventilation shafts, taking in the wind that swept over the large barrols of water that litered the sides of every structure. The roofs of the houses were made simply of mud and loose straw. Along the edges of the road, stalls began to appear, and the smell of various treats began to waft up. The vendors yelling for you to spend a credit. There were too many places for rebels to hide for your liking, an ambush would be easy in this place.
Thrawn's face was calm, his stride still leasurely. But his right hand tapped on his thigh twice, and three unarmored stormstroopers slipped off into side alleys. You eyes narrowed, that gesture wasn't standard. In fact it was...your head snapped up, your eyes to his. Thrawn quirked an eyebrow, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth as you glared. He continued to look around, his eyes sweeping over every inch of the area, his gaze lingering on the occasional murals They were light in colour, contructed of tiles and mosaics, faded with time it appeared that no one had redone them in years. Or perhaps just since the last sand storm. You didn't know what he saw in them, but you didn't question as he came to a stop in front of a large scene.
The scene was painted on what appeared to be a coral background, cyan and copper danced in swirling patterns, joined quickly by chiffon and ivory as a woman began to take form, clothed in a robe not unlike mine. Brief sparks of brighter color danced around her head and arms in starbursts. Other than the beauty of it, you could not discern any significance. You turned to move away, but were stopped by a sharp voice.
"One moment, Lieutenant Commander." You came to an abrupt stop, and swung around to face the alien. His right arm was crossed over his midsection, his left hand supporting his chin, as his glowing red eyes inspected the art piece before him, they were alight with a facination that only came to them when he studied art, the satisfaction that appeared when he had deduced a deeper meaning or solved a puzzle.
"Sir?" you stood waiting, your arms folded behind your back, your feet spread to shoulder width, your chin raised, and eyes looking towards him but not directly in his eyes. His own body shifted, his head turning to look at you. A smile graced his lips, the white of his teeth peeking out from the small slit. He gestured to the mural with one arching hand.
"Tell me what you see." It was your turn to quirk an eyebrow, so it was one of those times was it. Thrawn had an unsavory habit of testing your observational skills, and how far he deemed you had progressed since your first meeting. You turned once again to the mural, concentration crowding your face. Your gaze raked the art from corner to corner, but the longer you looked the less you saw, you grimanced.
"I just see a painting, sir." He stared at you for a long moment.
"What do you see in the painting, Commander?" You thought for a moment, your eyes flickering to the mural, sometimes all he wanted was the most obvious thing.
"I see a woman, she's dressed in their traditional garb." He nodded this time, progress at least.
"And below her?" Below her...
"Fields, sir. They appear to be wheat." The smile grew fractionally.
"Correct, but they are not just wheat. It appears that every major crop produced and native to this planet are depicted here." You glaced at the painting again, indeed as you looked closer you could see that the lines and vines differed from one another. But still,
"Sir, I don't see how this is relevant. We should continue on with the mission?" As soon as you suggested it, the smile dropped off of his face. He turned to stare at you with cold eyes. You had been under Thrawn's command for long enough to know not to question his judgement, but you were hot, and sticky, and desperate to get off of this planet as quickly as possible. So maybe you didn't say the best possible thing.
"Perhaps," his eyes flickered to a place far behind you, before resting on your face again. "Or perhaps you will learn to appreciate the insight that artists can provide." He set a quick pace, brushing past your shoulder.
"Come."
Your eyes found those of one of the stormtroopers behind you, his eyes had confusion written in them. He risked a quick shrug and you returned the gesture, before turning to follow the Admiral.
You found him halfway across the courtyard, approaching a vendor with grey skin and a long snout. In front of him, laid out in the wooden stall, was a bundle of meilooruns.
You quickened your pace, to come up beside him, listening as he began to barter with the alien man.
Meilooruns were not native to any of the systems even remotely near the sector. They would have had to be requested by a buyer and imported in. Wait, was that what he had been trying to get at? You cringed again. It was a known fact that the rebel Hera Syndulla had a taste for the exotic fruit. They were used more than once as a symbol of that specific faction of rebels, they were known to go to extreme lengths to acquire one. You grimanced at the memory of what the troops had dubbed the "Lothal Incident." Returning your mind to the present, you surveyed the area, but nothing else seemed out of place. Not at the moment.
Thrawn continued to bicker with the vender, from the rounded syllables, if you had to guess you would say that they were speaking in Meese Caulf. You made a mental note to begin learning the language after Thrawn had finished pounding Sy Bisti into you (litterally). The vendor slammed a meiloorun onto the counter and pointed at you sharply. You took a step back, startled and confused.
Thrawn glanced at you evaluating, and you leaned away from him as well. What was going on?
He made a "calm down" gesture with his hand, and spoke in a flurry of words. The vendor thought for a moment before placing another fruit beside the other, gently this time. Thrawn evaluated the meiloorun before looking pointedly at the other, and then at the vendor with a look that read "do you think I'm stupid?"
With a grumble the vendor replaced the bruised meiloorun with a new one, maybe slightly overripe, but delicious if eaten immediately. Thrawn nodded in approval and swipped the two meilooruns from the counter, and snipping a sharp word at the alien. It laughed and nodded vigourously.
You looked in confusion at the Admiral, he hadn't put foward any form of payment. As you puzzled, you felt a hand grasp your forearm. And Thrawn was handing you over to the vendor.
"Grand Admiral..." The alien roughly jerked you to the ground, and slapped a small chain around your ankle. You jumped up immediately, glaring at the alien. "Thrawn,"
He raised a hand and shushed you.
"Perhaps you'll learn not to disrespect your superiors after a time in slavery." He said it simply and left you gobstopped, your mouth opening and closing as you searched for the words to shout at him. He smiled, and produced a small knife from his pocket. Slicing a small bit of the orange fruit and bringing it to his lips he suckled the colourful juices, before he turned on his heel and began to walk away. He tossed the other meiloorun to one of the troopers, who stared at you with wide eyes before also starting to follow his Admiral. You gritted your teeth.
"Thrawn!" you bastard, you whispered under your breath, "Mitth'raw'nuruodo! Come back here!" he continued to walk away, raising his hand over his shoulder in a short wave, as the vendor laughed above you.
Not long after you heard the sound of blaster fire ringing out all around the square, and form adjoining alleys. A close flyby of the rebel ship the Ghost followed soon after, a squadron of ties on its aft. You bit your lip, and settled in, content to wait there until Thrawn had decided that you had had enough time to apporprietely learn your "lesson."
But he didn't come back.
Not until a few hours later when he sent a scout to retrieve you, and a few more meilooruns. It was implied that the meilooruns were the main mission.
In the midst of your berating that night you couldn't help but notice the mirth dancing in his eyes, as he took your scolding. And as he pulled you ontop of him and onto the bed, how could you not begrudgingly forgive him? Even with the fresh bowl of meilooruns on the bedside table.
You're still mad though. Just making that clear Mitth'raw'nuruodo.
Translations:
k'ein's'ehn: betrothed
It's simply not working
Moody x reader
TW : none
Infos : sad and angsty lol, gn reader
I haven't posted in a while but you all can say that you to my ex for breaking my heart and inspiring to write that lol.
I hope you'll enjoy :))
You tried. You really tried. But you had to face the reality : it's not working.
Of course you loved him. With all your heart and soul. But it wasn't enough. You can't build a relationship only with love.
At first you made compromises. Accepting his paranoia, his constant vigilance. And you tried to communicate as best as you could. But he didn't tried. He was too stubborn to let you know how he felt. He got angry at you, to say sorry after. He rejected your affection only to ask for it when you were both alone. Of course it wasn't his fault. He never wanted to hurt you. But at the end of the day, he still did.
You could not stay the only one to build relationship, you could not cry anymore because of him. It had to stop.
Then one day, you sat on the bed next to him. And deep down he knew. That it was the end....
"I love you Alastor. But I can't let you hurt me no more... I tried to make this work... But it doesn't."
You were shaking while talking. You were looking at him, it was painful but necessary.
When he looked at you, you understood that he knew. How hurt you were, how he messed up.
"I know, love"
A few tears rolled down your cheeks.
"I love you Alastor. I really do... And I think that I'll always do. But right now... I can't. We can't.."
Alastor nodded before speaking. He wasn't crying but his voice was weak.
"I am sorry. I know I'm at fault for hurting you"
"It's not your fault. We didn't handle everything like we should have..."
He took your hand in his, small gesture of comfort.
"I never wanted to hurt you. I would've wanted to be the man you deserved. The only thing that ever mattered to me was your happiness but..."
His voice broke and he bite his lips. It was hard for the both of you. Feeling your soft skin with his hand was too much, almost hurtful, so he let go your hand.
"You made me happy. You really did. And maybe one day you'll make me happy again but... Right now it's impossible"
"I know love... I know.."
He couldn't think about something to say, or do. He wanted to make you stay, to beg, to cry. But Alastor wasn't a selfish man. Your wellbeing came first.
When you started to cry, his heart broke. But he didn't took you in his arms. How could he? He couldn't, knowing it was his fault. He couldn't make you stay. He couldn't live knowing that he made you miserable.
You got up quickly. You knew that if you stayed now, you'll never leave. And you'll continue to be miserable. You saw in eyes that he understood. He always did... Quickly you dried your tears and looked one last time at him. Of course, you'll see him again. But not like that. Not in his bed. You'll never kiss him again, hold him close. You'll have to forgot his touch, the feeling of his skin against yours... His vulnerable admissions of love late at night, his next to your ear, his hands in your hairs...
"Goodbye Alastor..."
"Goodbye, love"
And then you left. Just like that. A few steps and it was definitely the end. A few steps and the love of your life suddenly became just an acquaintance. Even when it has been bad sometimes... Some other times it has been so beautiful. So sweet...
But you faced the reality. It simply didn't work.
Hi I was wondering if you could write some more random NSFW headcannons for moody please! I love ur acc btw <3
Oooh I see you're a kinky one aren't you ?
But OF COURSE I can do that !
Here you are sweetheart :))
Infos : gn!reader
TW : obvious mention of sex lol, so : MINOR DENIED
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- One of his favorite position is the cowgirl.
Why ? First of all because it's the more comfortable one with his leg. And secondly, because he loves to see you and how your body move. You're breathtaking, a bliss for the eyes, and he loves to watch you.
But it's also because he can touch you as much as he wants. Caressing your hips and back with love, messing with your clit/dick to hear you whine above him...
- He can be a bit of a voyeur too. Not in a weird way, tho. He'll love seeing you touching yourself, knowing that you do it for his pleasure. If you moan his name during it, you will hear him groan of need for you.
- WEAR HIS SHIRTS. I'm serious. The man would go feral. Seeing you in something utterly his makes him crazy. If it's in your room, he couldn't wait to take it off. If it's public, he'll just clench his jaw, and wait patiently for a moment to slip away with you and showing you how much you make him crazy.
- Also, even if he's sweet and tender with you, let's not forget that he's the best Auror of his generation. He had, and still have, a lot of authority. And he secretly enjoys it. So when he'll get more comfortable in your sex life... He'll make you beg. Beg for him to touch you, to makes you cum... Alastor will savor having you at his mercy.
It's not a common occurrence tho. It'll happen only if you were particularly a brat.
- Alastor doesn't often leave marks, but love when you do so. He'll smile when feeling the scratches on his back and would wear proudly your hickey on his neck. Why tho? Because it means that he's yours. And that you want everyone to knows it. It makes him all fuzzy inside...
Infos : gn!reader
Warnings: none ig ?
I don't justify any of Merle's behavior, it's just fiction !
And I'm really bad to "write accents" if it makes sense. So just imagine the dialogue with him with his accent.
@dixonsgirl93 I did it eheh thank you for giving me the motivation to write ! <33
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- You and Merle probably met at a bar. He's the very loud guy that tries to have his way with every person he wants to. He'd approach you kinda in the worst way possible but with his usual grin, you couldn't resist.
- He's not a bad guy, just not very refined in his compliments. "Sugar tits" "cute ass" "baby / baby girl/boy" etc are his favorite.
- Speaking of petnames, he loves it. He'll never call you by your name. Always "baby" or "darling". That can be annoying, when he does it to mess with you, but it's mostly adorable.
- He's the protective boyfriend™️. Always an eye on you, always ready to punch anyone who would mess with you or looking too much at you.
- You're his, and everyone must know it. If someone doesn't know, he'll think about it as a badly done job and would fix it by kissing you passionately.
- VERY TOUCHY. His first love language is physical touch. He always have a hand on you. Your hips, your ass,... Don't care. Marle always have the urge to touch you. He's also big on you sitting on his lap. He even acts offended if you prefer to sit on a chair.
- Don't let you do things. Not in a bad way though. But he's the one who pays for everything, who open the door, etc... He was raised like that. Even if it can annoy you sometimes, you understand that he does it to please you so you gladly let him do it for you.
- His view of love was not very healthy before he met you. He definitely was not the one to say the scare 3 words first. Before you, he thought that it meant being weak, and still kinda does.
But one day, you were both cuddling on his bed. No sex, which is rare, just a gentle moment between you two. He looked at you with so much love in his eyes.
"It's nice to have ya here..."
"I'm always at your house Merle", you responded with a chuckle
"Nah 'mean... In my life an' all ya know..", now he was starting to get flustered. He can say the dirtiest things with a straight face, but couldn't get open about his feelings without mumbling and blushing with shame.
"I know what you mean. I love you Merle"
You just smiled at him and put your head on his chest. It wasn't the first time that you've told him that you love him, and you knew that he loved you too back, he didn't needed to say it. You feel him kiss your hair and taking a deep breath.
" 'love ya too...", He mumbled.
He finally said it. You won't tease him about it yet, just enjoying this rare moment of peace with him.