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Hello! I love your fics and I'm always excited when I've seen you've posted a new work and I was over the moon when I saw you'd reopened your requests.
I come before you humbly to ask for an Ar'alani x fem!reader fic where Ar'alani is really stressed after the day's events and reader (her long-time partner) offers to make to her feel better and she basically eats Ar'alani out. Pretty please! There's so little content for my beloved Ar'alani＞﹏＜
Thank you, dear 💓Smutty Ar'alaniiiii 🎶 First time writing sapphic smut, I hope it's good!
Ar'alani x F!reader
Tags: Smut, cunni, established relationship, Ar'alani pillow princess for once, short and sweet
"You're coming to bed, Ch'acah?" You ask, scrubbing your hair dry with your small towel.
As you receive no response from Ar'alani in the living room, you quickly put on your pyjamas and exit the bathroom. You find her weary and dead silent, slouching on your couch with her boots and uniform still on, indicating a level of distress unheard of from her.
You have no problem with her staying in her uniform while on her leave, but you both always hated shoes inside the home and especially on the couch. You sit down next to her, taking her hand in yours to caress it with your thumb.
"You okay, darling?"
She sighs, her hand pressed on her eyes, lying there, inert.
"Ar'alani?"
"…Yes." She finally speaks, her voice empty of all emotions, sounding ghostly.
"Is it… About Officer Thrawn's trial?" You ask again.
You are a mere civilian, never around any kind of military people or infrastructures, but Ar'alani made it a point of honour for you to meet her colleagues and friends. During informal caccoleaf rendezvous or during military galas, allowing partners.
You met Mitth'raw'nuruodo, her cadet in ranks and age, but she insisted he was here to meet you as her friend. You… Liked him? He was a bit… Weird around the edges, but overall non-dangerous and intelligent, and he had the courtesy to remember your favourite drink the next time you met all 3 together.
He was on his way to become one of your own frie… Pals. To become one of your pals. But something happened. Something a civilian such as you had no business learning about, and Ar'alani did not spill anything to you. You learned in an article that an anonymous Mitth Officer would be brought on trial for undisclosed reasons to the Press, and you asked her if it was about her friend.
She did not respond. Only lowered her eyes as she was closing her white jacket and promptly left for a new shift.
It was enough for you to know.
And now, 1 week later, she is still affected. Understandably. You know she doesn't let a single emotion out in public, but in private, with only you, she sighs all day long. Tired. Demotivated.
She takes a deep breath and sits down properly.
"Yes. But we shall not speak of that."
"Do you want a drink, or a dessert, or some chocolate?"
She snorts, leaning forward to kiss your forehead.
"No need, dear. Let's go to bed."
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This night again, Ar'alani twisted and turned under the cover next to you, standing up to go grab a glass of water, then returned, sighed as she tried to sleep but failed, and again, and again and again…
You turn toward her and circle her waist with your arms, pulling her in a hug, her large back pressed against your breast.
"You're not sleeping." She says.
"You're not helping."
"I know… I know the rule is to leave our work stories at the door, but…"
"It's okay, love." You stop her, "We are only chiss. Not super beings…. I wish you could talk to me about it and alleviate your worries."
"Me too. And in the meantime, I'm not present for you, or giving you attention, I'm sorry. Do you want to go to the gym together tomorrow?"
"Sure, if we can go eat a dessert after!"
"Okay." She snorts, "I think I'll watch a holo for a bit. Sleep well, I-" She stops her sentence and her movement as you grab her arm.
"Stay." You demand, "Stay with me. I barely see you…"
"I know…" She sighs again, lying back to hug you too, "We are always so far away from each other."
"I miss you for months on end." You complain.
"Me too, love…"
"I want affection, but you're always away." You snuggle in her embrace, placing your head on her chest.
She caresses your back and hair silently, letting you listen to her heartbeat. You press your cheek down her breast, her musc titillating your nose deliciously.
Teasingly.
Maybe she wants affection too, but she never, if rarely, vocalises her desires. Force of habits.
Unnaceptable.
You peck her clavicle and start kissing your way down her stomach.
"(Y/n)?" She chuckles at the butterfly touch of your lips, "What are you doing, darling?"
"Shhhhh, Ch'acah. Let me take care of you. You are tired, empty your head and let me do the work tonight…" You whisper and promise in the same breath.
You reach the hem of her shorts, and you press your lips to her Venus mound, tenderly kissing it, brushing your cheek against that delightful little pouch made of love. You grab the shorts'hem and let it slap her flesh playfully, making her jump with a slight mewl of surprise and… Anticipation.
"What got over you, suddenly?" She asks, her breath deepening by the second.
"What?" You hook your fingers in the fabric and pull her shorts down, "Am I not allowed to take care of my wife when she is feeling down?"
"You are always welcome to…" She retorts, her fingers digging in the sheets, "But I thought you-"
"Shush. We are taking care of you right now. Relax…"
You caress her waist, right above her panties. A soft touch, just the finger pads, barely a feather's brush.
But the effect is immediate.
"Do… Do not tease me like that, please." She gasps with her deep voice, heavy with a growing desire.
"Okay." You smile at her in the dark.
You grab the panties and pull them down too, joining the now discarded shorts, lost somewhere in a corner of the marital bedroom. You slide your hands between her closed thighs to open them, kneading the meat of her thighs with pleasure.
You kiss her inner left thigh gently.
Sensually.
Wickedly.
Just as she always loved.
You keep them wide open as you focus on her vulnerable and exposed pussy.
All for you to feast on.
To devour and to leave no crumbs and no drops.
You toy with her a bit, blowing on her outer lips, feeling her thigh muscles contract in your hands, and hearing her take deep breaths as she adjusts in a comfortable position in the bed.
"Ready?"
"Yes."
No fuss.
No false modesty.
No shame.
Just a clear response.
It's all that you need.
You press your greedy lips to her pussy and start working her up. You lick her outer lips nice and good, lathering them with your saliva, marking her with your smell for any competition she might meet.
This woman is yours. And rivals need to know they are fighting a lost battle.
You keep making out with her pussylips lasciviously as she undulates her spine on the mattress, feeling her trying to cage your head between her thighs. You keep them open, but by the Warrior, she has strength in those. She doesn't skip leg days, and you are far behind for your arm days!
This lean body is for you only to enjoy and to please till sun's birth… You are blessed among the blessed of the Warrior.
You mewl and groan, your lips sealed to her cunt, your flexible tongue travelling her flesh and crevices to your heart's content, tasting her like you would taste fresh water in a desert. You part her pussylips and locate her clit, which you hasten to. You whip it and drum it with the tip of your wet limb, helping her sing delicious melodies and songs only for your ears and pleasure.
You unconsciously press your thighs together, putting pressure on your own awakening pussy, titillated by her high, lewd notes, and her pearling on your tongue.
You dig your nails in her thighs as you circle her bundle of nerves, tapping it lightly, then making it roll between your teeth. She gasps and moans and pleads for more, her fingers curling around your locks, keeping your head between her legs, dripping in your mouth. You drink it up, you drink it all, leaving not a drop to go to waste.
That would be sacrilegious.
As you love her like a religion.
And she loves you like a devotee.
Soon, she undulates her hips against your lips, grinding her pussy against your mouth with the most obscene and delightful sounds. She rides you like a Queen, like a true Chiss Warrior, taking all that she wants and leaving you tired and panting, and blissed out.
She usually takes the lead in your bed, but sometimes, you enjoy doing it for her. To give is also to receive in return. Work carries the fruits of its own reward, or whatever they might say, and you are happy with that.
Your jaw is getting sore, but you endure through it. Right now, you focus on Ar'alani, not your poor excuse of a bone structure. To help forget the pain, you imagine how she will sound when she'll cum, how her thighs will cage your head, preventing you from breathing. Would it not be to die for?
Yes. Yes, it would.
You lap and lick her wetness away, suckling in her rosebud and doting on her pussylips. You can feel her powerful muscles tensing and contracting around your head and in your hands, the thin veil of sweat on her deep blue skin, her breath short and hasty.
She rarely pours her pleasure out with words, but the faintest of her gasp is worth more than any speech. You just enjoy her wails and moans as they come, and when you do really well, she can't help but shout your name out, to your neighbours' misery.
"I-I'm so… Close. Don't stop, Ch'acah…" She pants, her voice halted by the pleasure.
You know she is close, she is literally dripping in your voracious mouth, and her muscles contract rapidly, signs of a fast-approaching orgasm.
So you give her your all and accelerate despite the pain in your jaw.
And soon, she cums in your mouth. She slams her thighs shut around your skull, forcing your head against her slit, arching her back like it was about to snap, with a silent scream, mouth wide open and eyes closed shut.
You cannot breathe, but what bliss it is to be here, with her.
She squirts on your tongue with pitiful yelps, and you happily lick her clean, accompanying her in her descent from the Warrior's sky domain.
And soon, too soon, her body relaxes, releasing you from her legs' embrace as she takes her breath back, slouching on the mattress, her long, silky hair spread all around like a blooming black flower.
You stand on your elbow, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand, licking the rest with your tongue.
You both remain silent, listening to her quick breath returning to normal, until you take the floor.
"Still not sleepy?" You tease.
"Idiot." She snorts, rising up to grab you and pull you in bear hug, "Come here, you mocking bird."
You chuckle together, feeding off the warmth of each other's bodies, embracing tightly.
She starts purring, her nose buried in your hair, enjoying your scent after a long day.
"What should I do about you, heh? You are mocking an Officer of the CDEF." She gently bites your earlobe.
"I don't know… Keep me like a trophy wife for your years of service?"
"I'd need millennia of services to be worthy of such a trophy."
"It's your luck, I'm at a discount just for beautiful, cunning female CDEF Admirals!" You keep playing, circling her waist with your legs.
"I am lucky indeed…"
And she captures your lips for a tender yet ravaging kiss, only she has the secret of, while her hand sneaks along your stomach until she slides it into your panties.
"Did you intend to speak on it, or go to sleep aching and wet?" She demands, biting your lower lip.
"Is there a good answer, Admiral?" You playfully pout.
"Obviously, Miss, and I hope you will answer correctly, or I'd have to… Spank some senses into you…" She devilishly grins, her red eyes glowing with all the promises of Csilla.
someone calls out Samakro on his Thrawn weirdness with a "he's not gonna fuck you" and Samakro has to blink several times and think about it for a second before he makes them regret it AND THEN the next day Thrawn is in a freakishly good mood and Samakro can't seem to sit quite right and whoever got the first ass kicking from Samakro is now expelled from all social functions and denied shore leave for 3 months because the whole crew of the Springhawk Had To Witness All Of That.
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everytime thrawn does something successful and everyone is like congrats to the mitth family for the honor! and thurfian is like ok but what if instead of that he had blown up Csilla wouldn’t that be fucked up or what
The theme poll has closed and the votes are in! We are excited to announce that the series theme for November is CHISS ASCENDENCY!
The novel and comic polls are now live in our Discord Server, and you have until 10pm BST (5pm EDT) October 25th to vote on what we will be reading together. Our options are listed below:
NOVELS
1. Heir to the Empire by Timothy Zahn
2. Thrawn Ascendency: Chaos Rising by Timothy Zahn
3. Thrawn: Alliances by Timothy Zahn
COMICS
1. Heir to the Empire Adaptation (1995)
2. Rebels Comic Anthology (2022)
3. Star Wars Legacy (2007)
