Hammerly: HELP I CANT BREATH, PYRONDI I LOVE YOU

Pyrondi: The light...its getting closer...

Lomar: MY HEART, I THINK ITS FAILING

my interpretation of Thrawn’s girlies ✨

After yesterday's Thrawn makes reader desperate, I finished the piece rather in haste. It all started as a little "girl talk" between the reader and Pyrondi during their sparring session, though. Then I remembered that I mentioned the art of rope bondage somewhere along the Thrawn x reader story on Peridea. And I wanted to return to it, even though there is currently no space for it in the Inbound Flight - so I had to make a little side story with it again. Originally, it was supposed to be the reader choosing her "punishment" for losing a bet, but instead, I got a little experiment here. While I'm not a shibari practicioner, I do hope it's believable. Or let's make it a Chiss-specific erotic art? You choose.

The whole story can be found on AO3.

Your muscles ached, protesting the sudden abuse of them. Thysa Pyrondi was a mighty opponent in sparring, and you had a difficult time parrying her advances, avoiding being hit by her sticks only by a hair’s width too often for your liking. She was grinning like possessed, jumping around you like a pixie, even though you had been in the dojo for close to an hour – and it definitely felt longer. “I’m not letting you wander on the planet’s surface until you prove to me that you’re ready,” she teased you.

You swung the staff at her feet, but she just got out of your reach – again. Eventually, you ended up sprawled on the mat under her, disarmed.

“You’ve got better, but not enough just yet, Lady Thrawn,” she grinned, “and you smell of him.”

“That happens when you give birth to a melon. And when you live in close quarters with a man,” you huffed, thinking how to dislodge her weight from your torso.

“You can always move to the quarters next to mine, you know,” she flashed a toothy smile at you, and you snorted prior to buckling wildly under her strong thighs. That made her release you – but only because Pyrondi had loosened her hold in the first place.

The fight continued.

Eventually, she lost, and you knelt on her back to hold her down while Thysa beat the mat in defeat. “I don’t know, Pyro, maybe I can’t live without certain blueberry man fucking me senseless every other night,” you whispered, bending over her. “Or: we just play a round or two of sabacc in the evenings and then part ways, you choose.” Then you released her, plopping down on the mat beside her.

Thysa snorted. “Yeah, and Rishmu was a gift from guba bird,” she mumbled before regaining her voice. “Well, the screwing part could certainly be arranged,” she turned her head to you, still catching her breath. “But if your kink is the colour of his cock, then I’m afraid that you’ll find no other man with this particular shade on board.”

“You can’t leave it alone, can you?” you puffed, taking deep breaths to calm your racing heart.

“You started it!” She stuck out her tongue at you. “So, he’s a good fuck then?”

“Wouldn’t you want to know.”

“True, I suppose I don’t wanna know what’s under that uniform, could be tentacles for all I care.”

“Exactly, that’s none of your business.”

“But blueberry? Really?”

“A native fruit of my homeworld,” you shrugged.

“On second thought, though, only a miserable person sticks to a bad lover,” she snickered. “But if you need rest from him sheeting you mercilessly every other night, you can rest in those vacant quarters.”

Then, both of you erupted into laughter, leaving the beep of the door lock go unnoticed. Before two other bridge officers entered, finding you rolling on the floor. It was a discrete cough that brought your attention to the new arrival. “Who’s winning?” Lieutenant Agral asked dryly, the other officer beside him grinning like an idiot.

You mustered enough strength to lift your arm and point to Pyrondi. “Five to two,” you huffed.

“Five to one,” she corrected you.

“Fine, whatever,” you rolled your eyes, collecting yourself from the mat slowly, then helping your opponent on her feet.

"Q-U-E-E-F. Queef. That's a triple letter and a double word score-"

"Pyrondi. I admittedly am not a native speaker of Basic, but I sincerely doubt that is an actual word."

"I assure you, Admiral, that it most certainly is. Isn't it, Vanto? I can even conjugate it. Queef. Queefed. Queefing-"

"I am going to fucking strangle you, Pyro. You always do this. Stop laughing, Hammerly."