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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Star_Wars:_Rebels
  Relationship:
      Thrawn_|_Mitth'raw'nuruodo/Reader
  Character:
      Reader, Thrawn_|_Mitth'raw'nuruodo
  Additional Tags:
      Rape, Vaginal_Sex, Vaginal_Fingering, Oral_Sex, Spanking, Nudity,
      Spooning, Restraints, Dominance, Sharing_a_Bed, Kissing, Tears, Staring,
      Nightmares, Animalistic_Thrawn, Pain, i_might_add_another_chapter
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-12-09 Words: 3874
****** Still Staring ******
by AnonymousRebel666
Summary
     There is a power cut and you end up stuck in the Grand Admiral's
     quarters until morning.
Notes
     This is the first me writing fanfic from this point of view, and I am
     sorry if it doesn't make sense, and also, finally some male/female
     relationship.
      
     (h/c) = hair colour
     I might add a second chapter
See the end of the work for more notes
It wasn’t only you he intimidated. It was several other of your fellow cadets,
and even a few of your superiors. His glowing red stare could, and certainly
would, pin you to the spot, not daring to move. His voice, calm and icy, could
probably hypnotize someone.
It was a normal evening. You were standing deathly still, waiting for the grand
admiral to dismiss you. It just happened to be you to report to him that day.
He stands up and scans you up and down. You bite down on your lip not to look
away. “Dismiss me already,” you think. He was about to say it. The words
resting on his tongue and where about to flow out of his mouth. Suddenly the
lights turned off. His holomap turned off. Everything shut down. The small red
emergency light illuminates your panicked face. A power cut? Now? You give a
small sigh. The grand admiral glances at you before he picks up his comm link.
“Are we out of power?” Grand Admiral Thrawn asks in that calm tone of his.
“Unfortunately yes sir,” came the reply. That meant the door was locked. That
also meant, you were stuck in the grand admiral’s office, at 9pm, alone with
him. Kriff. He puts down his comm link.
“Sir, if I may ask, what am I going to do? I’m stuck in your office, and it is
getting late,” you ask carefully. He looks you up and down again, his red gaze
stopping in places they shouldn’t.
“Isn’t the answer logical, Cadet? Simply stay the night,” Thrawn beckons you
over to the end of his office. To your surprise, you find his quarters are
connected with his office. You blush when you see there is only one bed. You
feel a cold touch on your shoulder. You turn around, to meet Thrawn’s gaze,
uncomfortably close to you. You back up into the room, not being able to take
your eyes off him. You didn’t trust him entirely.
“S...Sir, but where would I sleep, there is only one bed...,” you blush again
as you realise you’re either going to sleep on the floor, or share the bed with
the grand admiral. He tilted his head slightly.
“Well, isn’t it obvious?” This made you look away. Your eyes drift around the
room. There was a bed in the corner, with a small bathroom at the end of the
room. Beside the bed, there was a small chest of drawers. Who knows what he
kept in there. You turn round to face him. His lips quirk upwards in a parody
of a smile.
“Unless you prefer to sleep on the floor,” He gestures to the metal floor. You
give a stiff nod. His eyebrows arch a little as he crouches down to the bottom
drawer and pulls out a blanket.
“Make yourself comfortable then,” he drops it on the floor, before starting to
take off his uniform. You gulp down your panic and awkwardness as you kneel on
the floor and spread out the blanket. This night could go so wrong in so many
ways.... Or perhaps you were just overreacting.... Or it could take such a left
turn you wouldn’t be able to hold on to the barrier... No! If you fall asleep
now, and sneak out during the morning, where the power probably will be back,
you can just forget this... right? You shake out of your worries and curl up
slowly on the scrap of material. The floor was freezing cold and uncomfortably
hard. You consider taking off your jacket for extra cushioning, but it’s cold
in Grand Admiral Thrawn’s quarters with the jacket, never mind without. You
sigh silently and look over to the grand admiral, and it feels as if your heart
was stopped. He is wearing nothing but his black Imperial briefs. Sure, you had
seen plenty of men and officers shirtless, but none of them could even try to
compare themselves to Thrawn. His blue skin seemed more vibrant. His legs were
unimaginably long, they were also quite muscular, same went for his arms. His
chest was broad and chiselled and your brain couldn’t handle the math of how
many hours he had spent at the gym. His abs suggested he trained every day, or
every other. His entire body was one big art pallet of blue, except for those
intimidating red eyes, their glow more sinister in the dim lighting of his
quarters. Even his hair had blue streaks in them. The only thing that you
didn’t know whether it was blue or not, was his crotch, covered by the black
material, but you very much hoped to keep it that way. You imagine sharing the
bed with him, that muscular chest pressed against your back... you still
preferred the floor. You blush as you realise you’ve been staring at him, and
you blush even deeper when you notice he’s staring back.
“I sleep without my clothes, don’t you?” he raises an blue-black eyebrow. You
realise your nightgown is at your quarters.
“It is considered unhealthy for your body to sleep in clothes,” Thrawn makes a
slow approach to your “bed”. Tiny warning bells signal in your brain. Is he
suggesting something?... No. He’s just giving you advice, right? Yes, you’d
take off your undergarments and put on your uniform over it...
“Of course sir... Can I use the refresher to.. change?” you shyly gesture to
yourself. His eyes narrow, and look you up and down. Stop doing that, you
think. The red gaze stops at your breasts, and you feel yourself grow extremely
uncomfortable. After a short while, he gives a tiny smile, but you sense he’s
hiding something behind it.
“You may,” You stand up and quickly pace to the refresher, thanking however
designed these quarters, your guess was Thrawn, for the slide- able door
instead of the standard power one. As you close the door, you can feel Thrawn
staring again. He is doing that on purpose, you clench your fists with both
annoyance and discomfort as you quickly strip your clothing. You shiver once
you are naked, the cold air nipping your skin as you reapply your uniform, but
without your underwear and bra. It does lay a little like a nightgown, but it
made you feel exposed, vulnerable. You slip out of your boots, but keep your
socks on, it was so cold here! You re-enter the room, and are majorly
disturbed, however not showing it, that Thrawn was still staring at you. You
meet his look for a few seconds, before turning away and padding softly to your
makeshift bed. You tuck your clothes underneath the blanket, before you curl up
again. You refuse to look behind you, but you are sure the grand admiral is
STILL standing there, STILL staring. You bite down on your lip and close your
eyes.
“Goodnight sir,” You mutter as you hope you get to sleep quick enough. You hear
him let out something between a sigh and chuckle.
“Goodnight Cadet,” he says softly, and you can sense the smile tugging at his
lips as the lights darken. A sense of insecurity washes over you. So far so
good, you think as you drift off into a very uncomfortable sleep.
Middle of the Night
He was leaning over you, those diabolical red eyes pinning you to the spot,
making you so uncomfortable you couldn’t breathe or even think. He is saying
something, but in a language you don’t understand. His large blue hands rest on
your face, his skin cool and dry. He leans in closer to your face, his nose
brushing against yours. Your brain screams at you to fight back, but you are
too petrified of the red gaze. Suddenly your vision goes fuzzy. You mange to
move under the gaze and you can just about feel a thin blanket. He leans in too
close...
You sit up with a gasp for air. You always had nightmares and strange dreams,
you really did not want the grand admiral involved in them. You calm yourself
down and look around. Only to find the grand admiral himself, crouching on one
knee beside your resting spot. And, he is giving you that tiny smile that
freaks you out entirely.
“I didn’t want to wake you up Cadet, but you felt rather cold on that floor,
and I do not wish to take you to med bay for hypothermia,” you touch your
cheeks, instantly recoiling at the low temperature of your skin. Before you can
even think or protest, he snaked his muscular arms underneath your arms and
legs.
“Sir?” You ask panicked as he gently carries you to his bed, making you feel
protected of a sort. He doesn’t reply, and stays silent when he places you down
on the bed and covers you with the sheets. The feeling leaves you as you curl
up underneath the material, it was much more comfy and warm here. You don’t get
a chance to question him, before you feel movement and something immensely warm
press up behind you. Your eyes widen in alarm as blue arms and legs wrap round
your waist and ankles. Warm lips brush against your ear and you can’t help give
a panicked shiver.
“We wouldn’t want you catching a chill,” Thrawn whispers insanely quietly and
softly. You squirm uncomfortably in the cage of blue that prevented you from
running back to your quarters in fright. You can feel the warmth from his body
spreading onto yours, and you could admit, you did feel warmer. As you
reluctantly close your eyes to get back to sleep, you feel his fingers on your
waist, sliding themselves underneath your jacket and tunic, stroking your
stomach slowly. This was taking a very big left turn. However you stay put, you
had heard dark rumours on what happened to Slavin when Thrawn got angry with
him, you certainly did not want the same happening to you. You even somehow
found the iron control to not act when the fingers unbutton and tug off your
grey uniform jacket. You can’t however suppress a grunt of protest when he tugs
your tunic over your head, exposing your breasts to the cold air. You blush
red, this is going very bad. You gather your scattered confidence and bring up
your arms to cover yourself. The lips at your ear give out a small chuckle and
feel him shift slightly behind you. Your lips suddenly part as your backside
comes to rest on his crotch and you can feel something hard poke into you. You
force yourself to believe it’s a pencil. The fingers return and lie on your
right breast, giving it the gentlest of squeezes. That’s it, you think. Your
hand flies up and roughly pushes him away, instantly regretting doing so.
“Sir, stop! I-“ you are cut off by Thrawn giving you a small growl as he grabs
your shoulders and forcibly turns you onto your back. You give a small gasp of
surprise and fear when he grabs your wrists and pins them above your head. His
teeth are bared aggressively and his eyes are filled with savage lust. He looks
a lot more intimidating when he leans over you. Your heart hammers so hard you
think it’s about to explode.
“Do not try and resist me Cadet,” Thrawn’s voice is quiet and filled with
something you cannot catch out. It’s not anger or annoyance, but dominance. You
look into his eyes, terrified and uncomfortable, you try and thrash out of his
grasp, but it tightens and the eyes flash.
“I said, don’t resist,” he emphasises the word “resist” as he leans in, so
close you can feel his body heat radiating onto yours. You start to tremble.
“Do you know what happened to Captain Slavin when he got me angry?” he lowers
his head, rubbing his lips gently on your breasts. You clench you teeth. This
was bad. This could easily turn worse.
“Answer me Cadet!” He runs his hot tongue along your flushed skin and bites
down, making you whimper. You squeeze your eyes shut and squirm in his grasp.
“N..No,” you manage to stutter after swallowing the fear and discomfort in your
throat. He turns his bite into a lick before letting go of one of your wrists
and positioning his arms so it hold both of them in place. Meanwhile, his other
hand run down your body and stops at your waist. His fingers slip underneath
the fabric and yank down your trousers, leaving you naked beneath him. You give
a startled gasp when the fingers find your opening and circle it. Your eyes fly
open as they tease and apply pressure. His lips move up again, this time
stopping at your neck, his tongue covering your skin with his saliva.
“Who do you think you’re talking to? No what?” Thrawn whispers, his voice
deadly. You so desperately want this to end.
“No.. s..sir,” you tremble. You try pushing him away with your feet, but he
hardly budges. You risk a kick at his shin. That, results in a animal like
growl and he applies more pressure to your opening, making you arch your back a
little.
“I think I’m going to have to teach you some obedience,” his fingers suddenly
push into you, and you are late to bite down a pained moan. His eyebrows arch a
little as he pushes and twists the digits inside you. You can’t look at him
anymore. You close your eyes and look away. He thrusts his fingers back and
forth one last rough time before pulling out. You sense him reach out for
something. You suddenly feel material being tied round your wrists, binding
them together. You also feel his lips move up your neck and up to your neck.
“Look at me,” he whispers, his vice-like grip on your wrists easing a little.
You open your eyes, and see that your wrists are bound with a black cloth.
“When I let your writs go, you will keep them there. If you move them, I will
punish you. Understood?” he lets go of your wrists, and you are tempted to move
them, but you certainly do not want to be punished.
“Y..Yes,” he runs his fingernails along your breasts, and pinches your nipple
painfully. You give a pained moan.
“Yes what?” he dug his nail into the skin. You don’t hesitate.
“Yes sir,” you gasp out. Your arms twitch but don’t move. He finally pulls back
from you for a second, and pulls down his underwear. Your stomach jumps up to
your throat and your eyes widen in alarm. By now, you’d figured out what his
intentions where. You could do nothing but stare. It was blue, just like the
rest of his body. It was longer and thicker than any you’ve seen, and his
crotch wasn’t covered in pubic hair like every other man or human being you
know. You swallow thickly as he leans over you again, his dick scraping against
your thighs and opening. You feel sick. It stops on your stomach, putting an
uncomfortable weight on it. You can’t help flinching. Your lips part in utter
shock. If you were asked how you feel, you would have no words to describe it.
He gives you an evil grin as he crawls all on fours to position his hips over
your head. His dick hangs just in front of your eyes and you’ve never felt so
panicked in your life. He runs his fingers along your lips before giving your
cheek a gentle stroke.
“Open your mouth,” he commands and you reluctantly open them the tiniest bit.
You don’t want to, but you don’t want to be punished either. He pulled your jaw
further open and lowered his dick into your mouth.
“Suck it,” he orders, giving you that intimidating smile of his. You slowly
start to do so, grimacing at his bitter taste. Your arms twitch again,
desperate to change position, but you don’t want to think what punishment
Thrawn could give you. He grips your (h/c) hair all of a sudden, and thrusts
his hips wildly, angling you the way he feels comfortable. Back and forth he
thrusts, and you blush intensely because of the fact you have to stretch your
mouth painfully far to fit in. You choke or gag every now and then, until
Thrawn finally pulls out of your lips and slides down, his dick resting on your
midriff. One of his hands grips you hips, while the other slides over your
mouth, not allowing you to talk if you tried to. He pushes his dick against
your stretched opening, and you start to tremble more. The red eyes seep into
you, and you’ve ran out of confidence to keep looking into them. You close your
eyes and pray this will be over soon. Thrawn’s hand feels cool and dry on your
lips, and you do your best not to grimace against it. Suddenly, without any
warning, something big pushes past your opening and inside your tight tunnel.
You shout out, however it’s muffled by his palm. He thrusts into you painfully,
and it’s excruciatingly slow. One last time, you place your foot on his thigh
and try and push him out. You hear him growl above you, and he picks up the
tempo of his thrusts, the pain making you cry, the tears running down your
blushed face. He doesn’t stop. He doesn’t stop until the grip on your hips and
mouth tighten, and he comes in you with a strangled gasp. He pulls out of you
roughly and gently wipes away the tears on your face. He uncovers your mouth so
you can breathe properly again. Then he leans over you and stays there. You
dare to open your eyes. He’s staring at you again. Stop staring at me, you
think. You forget his command and move your aching arms down a bit. His eyes
narrow and he leans forward, his lips centimetres away from yours.
“I thought I told you to leave those arms above your head,” Thrawn whispers as
you suddenly remember. You swallow thickly.
“I’m going to have to punish you,” He grabs your shoulders and forcibly turns
you over onto your stomach, exposing your ass to him.
“Sir, I’m sorry. Please don’t punish me,” you plead, cringing inwardly at your
words, sounding like a sub in a game of dominance and submission. You flinch at
the cold touch grazing over your ass cheeks.
“Sorry doesn’t work on me,” he lifts his palm. You think he’s done. He’s not.
He gives your right cheek a swift hit, not to painful, but enough to make you
gasp out.
“Shhhh,” he shushes as his runs his fingernail down your crack, before landing
another blow to your ass, this time to the left cheek. You bite down on your
lip to muffle the sound. It does hurt a bit, but the process is more
humiliating than painful. Strike after strike, the blows seem to be getting
harder and more painful. After one last swat, he strokes your red ass cheeks
gently. You flinch, but you are now used to the touch.
“You took that so well, I think that’d be enough for tonight,” Thrawn’s voice
was filled was mock reassurance as lies down beside you and pulls you onto your
side. You are once again wrapped up a tangle of blue arms and legs. You try to
sleep, but the blue lips teasing and licking at your neck and ear make it
impossible. After an hour or maybe even more, you’ve lost track of time, you
finally fall asleep. Thrawn is STILL staring at you while you sleep.
Morning
Your eyes snap open, and last night flows into you painfully. You carefully
look over your shoulder to the grand admiral behind you. Asleep. You carefully
slip out from under Thrawn’s blue arm draped over your waist. He stirs, but
doesn’t wake. You find your clothes and pull them on quickly, then suddenly you
realise something. The lights were on. Thrawn didn’t turn them off last night
which meant... the power was back! Still in shock after sleeping with your
intimidating superior you quietly tiptoe to the door. You are just about to
open it and run back to your quarters, but a cold hand grabs your wrist and
yanks you backwards.
“I haven’t dismissed you yet, Cadet,” the cold voice seeps through your skin
and your heart lurches. You don’t want to look at him, so you look down, and
remember, he indeed did not dismiss you. Still not looking up, you stumble
backwards, hoping to get away from him. You don’t. Your back crashes against
the wall, and you are trapped. He looms over you and you really feel like
screaming. You feel like running until you can run no more. You feel like
fighting him until you can fight no more. But you are too intimidated and
terrified of him to consider it. He places both his hands on your chest,
pinning you in place, although he doesn’t need to, his gaze already does that.
“And, I’m not finished with you,” Thrawn leans forward so much you can’t
breathe properly. You are about to say something, however he captures your lips
with his in a kiss. You desperately thrash your head around, trying to get him
off, but he only kisses you deeper. You feel sick again as his tongue slides
over your bottom lip and teeth. He grins against you as he gives your lips a
playful nip and pulls back. You gasp for air, and you only have a couple of
seconds to breathe before he pulls you in for another kiss. This time, his hand
runs down you until it stops at your waist, giving your inner thighs gentle
strokes. He sighs softly. You struggle against him, and your struggle rises as
you feel his hand slip underneath your trousers. No, not again, you think. You
gather up your confidence and push him away full force, ripping him off your
lips. He does step back, a tiny grin on his face. You’re trembling again.
“Stop! Stop it!” you manage to blurt. He once again closes the distance between
you, and lifts your chin up with his cold fingers.
“Stop it what?” his thumb slides over your lips possessively.
“Stop it, sir,” you look him in the eyes, their redness seeming vibrant more
than ever.
“Very well,” he steps back, leaving you alone. You look at him hopefully.
“Dismissed Cadet,” those were the words you wanted to hear all this time. You
shoot him one last glance, before turning to the door. He is still giving you
that intimidating smile of his.
“One more thing,” his voice forces you to turn. He is looking at you intensely.
“If you ever feel like talking, I’ll be here,” he says, baring his teeth in the
smile. You are majorly creeped out.
“Yes sir,” you shoot, before you open the door and exit his quarters. On your
way out, you can STILL feel him staring.
End Notes
     It is only 5 days until the Last Jedi, and I am going to see it on
     the 14, one minute past midnight, so expect to have some content from
     that pretty soon. If you have any suggestions/requests/dares, do feel
     free to comment them.
     Oh and leave a kudos will ya?
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