#commander thorn x reader

[meshla-cyarika]

Domino twins shenanigans

*sometime on Kamino*

Fives: What's the matter with you?

Echo: nothing

Fives: You've been all broody since last night. *gasp* since jesse brought y/n a drink at 79's!!

Echo: *shocked* I'm done with this conversation!

Echo: *speed walking away*

Fives: *chasing after him* Echo! Echo! Stop or I'll scream!

Echo: *sighs and turns around*

Fives: do you like y/n?

Echo: *flabbergasted* you're just projecting!

Fives: no, if I was projecting, I'd say, "do you love y/n?" Cuz I love y/n. I said "like".

Echo: *as red as the lava on Mustafar* I- why would you- you sound ridiculous!

Echo: *runs away*

The rest of the 501st who were eavesdropping: the plot thickens

[vodika-vibes]

Hey Vodika!

I don't know if you're currently accepting requests, but I'll leave it here just in case. Could I please ask for the Members of the Coruscant Guard whose S/O brings them a coffee with a snack and a kiss every day for a good day's work? That would be super sweet and tender. 😍

Kind regards!

Morning Routines

Summary: Your partner works so hard and much, and all you want to do is make his life easier. This desire birthed a morning habit that you’ve grown to love.

Pairings: Commander Thire x GN!Reader, Commander Thorn x F!Reader, Clone Trooper Hound x F!Reader

Word Count: 1533 total

Warnings: Pregnancy

A/N: So, I'm not sure if this is exactly what you wanted, but I kind of rolled with it so that all of the stories aren't the same. Also, you didn't specify which Corries you wanted, so I picked the three that were making me happy this morning.

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Commander Thire x GN!Reader

You lean your hip against the door frame that leads into Thire’s office (a small room where he’s able to fill paperwork in peace and talk to the men under his command without everyone eavesdropping) and a small smile lifts your lips as you watch him work for a moment.

Like all of his brothers, Thire has dark skin and curly hair. The same face, and hairstyle, repeated over and over and over…and yet you’d never mistake any of his brothers for him.

He absently uses the back of his pen to scratch a scar on his neck and then goes back to filling out his paperwork, apparently so deep in his work that he hasn’t even noticed you’re there. 

You press your hand over your mouth to smother your amused laugh, content with just watching him for now. 

In truth, you could watch him for hours and never get tired of it. He gets so flustered when you watch him, and it generally ends up with him pressing his hand over your eyes and pulling you into a deep kiss to distract you.

Which, really, only makes you want to watch him more. 

You lightly knock on the open door, “Knock, knock.”

He looks up at the sound of your voice, and a bright smile crosses his face, “Cyare, I was wondering when you were going to show up.”

You step into his office and cross over to his desk to set a thermos of caf and a homemade breakfast sandwich in front of him, “Oh, I’ve been here for a few minutes. I like watching you work.”

He laughs softly, “You just like watching me.”

“That too,” You lean against his desk, “I shouldn’t stay long, I have some errands I have to run.”

“Can you stay for a little bit?” He asks as he leans back in his seat while reaching out for you.

You immediately slide your hand into his and allow him to tug you onto his lap, “I don’t want to distract you from your work.” You reply, though that doesn’t stop you from trailing your lips against his temple.

“Please distract me from my work. If I have to read another incident report about the 501st’s drunken antics last night I’m going to lose my mind.”

You laugh softly, “Well then, I should probably go and shut the door.”

He grins at you and then tugs you into a proper kiss, his hand sliding up to rest on the back of your neck. “I’m not bothered if you’re not.”

Commander Thorn x F! Reader

Thorn is a man in love.

His cyare, in his opinion, is the pinnacle of perfection and he can and will fight anyone who disagrees with him about that fact.

She’s so amazing that she takes time out of her busy day to bring him breakfast. She does this every morning. Even when he says that she doesn’t have to. Even when he’s not working.

She says that feeding people is her love language, so he’s long since stopped fighting her about it. And now he just eagerly awaits her arrival at his office.

“Thorn!”

And there she is. Hair pulled off her neck, dressed in an adorable red and pink sundress, and wearing the pendant that he gave her for their first anniversary. 

He is so in love with her.

“Cyare,” Thorn stands to greet her, though he knows he doesn’t have to. “Good morning,”

“Good morning to you too,” She grins at him, and Thorn can’t help but notice that she’s wearing the deep red lipstick that he loves so much. 

“Someone’s dressed up today,” he teases lightly as he accepts the bag of food and the thermos that’s decorated with various animals, and sets them on his desk so he’s able to cup her face.

“I woke up feeling cute this morning.” She explains as she leans her head into his touch.

“You wake up cute every morning, cyare.” Thorn praises with a grin.

He steps around his desk and allows her to slide into his arms. She smells like her lotion, some sort of soft-smelling flower that she likes, and Thorn can’t stop from burying his face in her neck to try and imprint her scent on his brain. 

She giggles, and her fingers lightly tuck a curl that’s fallen out of his bun back into place, “I’m going to talk to my grandfather about the home he offered me this morning. I thought I’d dress up and make a good impression.”

“That right?”

Her fingers slide down the back of his neck and stop as soon as they hit the plastoid of his armor, “I did some thinking, and I think, so long as the house doesn’t come with strings, I’ll take it.”

Thorn pulls away from her neck to look at her, “You need a bodyguard?” he asks, “I can pull some shinies to play protection for you.”

She laughs, a bubbly noise that never fails to make him smile, “There’s no need for you to abuse your rank, Thorn.” Her smile is bright, though, so he takes it as a win. “Anyway, the home he offered me would be a nice place to start a family—” she says lightly, as she traces the red paint on his armor.

Thorn’s thought process screeches to a halt as her words hit home. And he can’t stop himself from picturing her pregnant with his baby. “Yeah?” He asks, suddenly very hoarse, “A family with me?”

Her smile is a little shy and a little teasing, “Well, who else is there?”

Thorn stares at her, genuinely speechless for a moment, and then he finds the words, “I love you.”

She grins at him wide enough that her eyes crinkle at the corner, “I love you too.” She stands on her toes and presses a loving kiss to his cheek, “I’ll let you know how it goes. Enjoy your breakfast!”

And then she’s gone as if he’s going to be able to focus on work at all for the rest of the day.

Sergeant Hound x F! Reader

Hound works hard. If he were a natborn rather than a clone, he’d be bringing home a lot of money.

Tragically, he’s not a natborn which means he doesn’t get paid at all, and all of the money he has access to is slated towards the care and maintenance of the Massiffs and the Kennels that he runs.

Luckily, that also includes medical care.

Hound frowns as he crouches next to a whimpering Massiff, he was kicked in the side by a target and hasn’t been the same since. The vet is already en route.

“Good morning, Hound.” He doesn’t jump when he hears a familiar voice from behind him, though some of the tension does drain from his body. 

The vet, this vet specifically, is his riduur. They’ve been married for the better part of 6 months now, and there is no one he trusts more with the Massiffs. 

“Morning, Doc.” He straightens and favors her with a lopsided smile, “Didn’t think you were still doing house calls.” That’s what she said, at least. She looks good though. 

Long hair pulled into a no-nonsense tail, her scrubs neat with nothing overly loose that could get caught or tangled. A diagnostic droid trailing behind her, a tool she’s had to start taking advantage of due to her condition.

Honestly, Hound had no idea that they made maternity scrubs until she dragged him clothes shopping when none of her clothes fit her anymore.

“I’m not.” She replies lightly, “You forgot your breakfast at home, and I was already on my way to bring it to you when my nurse called and said that you called for a vet. I offered.”

Hound blinks, “Breakfast?” Her hands are empty, save for her kit.

“I’m hardly foolish enough to bring food into the kennels, Hound.”

“That’s fair, you left it on my desk then?”

“Of course.” She walks over to the kennel holding the injured massiff and peers at him, “I need to get into the kennel.”

Hound pauses, his hand hovering over the latch, “Are you sure about this?” His gaze drops to her stomach. Her very round, very pregnant, stomach.

“I’m pregnant, not dying.” She sets her hands on her hips, “I’m more than capable of doing my job, so long as you do your job and keep him calm.”

“Oh, come on, cyare. I’m allowed to be a little unsettled about this.” Hound points out.

At that, she smiles at him and leans up to kiss his cheek, “You’re sweet, and I love you for it. But you don’t have to worry about me. Promise.”

Hound sighs and opens the door to the kennel, before issuing a sharp order to the Massiff in Mando’a.

Maybe, when this is over, he can talk his Riduur into staying and having breakfast with him. But for now, he offers her his arms as she slowly lowers herself to the ground.

His riduur is the most stubborn woman on Coruscant…and he wouldn’t change her for all of the credits in the galaxy.

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[wizardofrozz]

Pictures or It Didn't Happen

Commander Thorn x reader featuring Fives, Kix, Jesse, Vaugh, Hawk, Hardcase, and Original Clone Troopers Zero, Cayde, and Cupid

Summary: A game of Truth or Dare results in Fives regretting what he thought would be a funny dare.

Word Count: ~6.0k

Warnings: smut 18+, this is really just filth. established (kind of secret) relationship, unprotected piv sex, fingering, oral (f receiving), brief spanking, creampie. Let me know if I missed anything.

A/N: I finally finished this smut that I've been promising for way too long lmao I hope it was worth the wait 💀. I also want to thank you @a-single-tulip for letting me borrow her OC, Cupid ❤️

Sometimes you wondered why you subjected yourself to shit like this, especially when the 501st had just come off a successful campaign. 

The night had started out peaceful, but it never stayed that way when alcohol was involved. That’s how you found yourself crowded into one of 79’s booths with Fives, Jesse, Kix, Vaughn, and Hawk, playing a ridiculous yet intense game of Truth or Dare. Vaughn was the most recent target, spilling his most embarrassing encounter with a natborn, which happened to be when he lost his virginity. Jesse and Kix were still trying to breathe through crippling laughter five minutes later. 

“It’s not that funny,” Vaughn huffed, hiding behind his drink. You lightly patted his arm with a smile but he must’ve seen your barely contained amusement because he shot you a narrow-eyed glare. 

“Sorry,” you giggled, nudging Vaughn with your shoulder. It took a few more minutes before the laughter finally tapered off and Hawk offered to get the next round. You glanced across the table at where Fives was sitting, noting the pinched expression on his face. “What’s your problem?” 

“Hm?” Fives hummed, shifting his eyes from whatever he was staring at over your shoulder. “Oh, nothing.”

“Wanna try that again?” Fives rolled his eyes but jerked his chin over your head, prompting you to twist around, noting the few shock troopers standing near the bar. 

“The Guard’s here to ruin everyone’s fun,” Fives grumbled, taking a sip of his drink. 

“Oh, come on, they aren’t that bad,” you argued lightly, watching the three troopers talking to the bartender. None of them had removed their helmets but you picked up on a few idiosyncrasies the longer you watched the trio. 

“They’re stuck up,” Jesse cut in, elbowing Kix when his brother tried to steal the last of his drink. “Think they’re better than us when they just hang around on triple zero.”

“You’re being harsh,” you chided, turning back to the table of troopers. You had met and subsequently formed an easy friendship with Torrent Company when they accompanied you to Geonosis after the parasitic worm incident. Technically, you didn’t work for the GAR but the microbiology lab you did work for had negotiated a contract that allowed you to study the highly classified specimens troops came in contact with. It was pure luck that the 501st was one of the battalions tasked with escorting you and it had all been downhill from there. 

You adored the boys in blue but seeing that you spent a good portion of your time on Coruscant, you had a soft spot for the Corries too. 

“Didn’t realize our little lab rat liked ‘em so much,” Fives noted, arching a brow. You caught the hint of a smirk on his lips and you had a sinking feeling you weren’t going to like whatever mischievous thoughts were swirling around in his head.

“I do see them the most,” you responded, faintly rolling your eyes. Hawk chose that moment to slide back into the booth beside you, distributing drinks around the table and blessedly shifting the conversation away from the Guard. 

“Alright, Mouse, you’re up,” Vaughn cut in, swatting at Fives who was trying to steal his shot. “Truth or Dare.” You had kept it mostly tame, sticking to truth questions and the boys had let it slide but you knew that it wouldn’t last much longer and decided to just give in. 

“I guess it’s time for a dare,” you sighed, mindlessly swirling your fresh drink. The entire table lit up, the brothers leaning together to whisper ideas except for one. Fives was still staring you down across the table, his smile taking on a sharp edge that made you tense. Thankfully, you hadn’t tried to take a drink because the next time his mouth opened, you nearly choked on your own spit.

“I dare you to fuck Thorn.” The entire table went eerily silent, Kix, Jesse, Hawk, and Vaughn slowly sitting back in their seats as they gaped at their brother. You were too stunned to speak, blinking rapidly at the smug ARC trooper. “What? You seem to like them so much so why not? And don’t forget, pictures or it didn’t happen.”

“Dude,” Jesse whispered, glancing between you and Fives. You almost wanted to be irritated by it, knowing Fives was just being an ass for the sake of stirring shit but your devious side won out this time. 

“Fine,” you chirped, cutting off whatever Jesse was going to say next. Five pairs of eyes locked onto your face with varying degrees of surprise.

“Woah, Mouse, he’s not serious,” Kix rushed out, trying to backpedal for his brother.

“And why not? It’s not like he said Fox,” you countered, arching a brow. You could imagine the look on Fox’s face if that were the case and you barely contained the urge to start cackling. The table of troopers just stared at you, even Fives who you assumed had expected you to back down. “Hang tight, let’s see if the boys know where he is.” 

“Wait!” Hawk shouted, trying to grab you when you slid under the table. Ignoring the disgusting floor you hurried out of reach, throwing a smile over your shoulder as you approached the trio of Corries still lingering by the bar. One helmet turned slightly, catching your approach, and you were almost positive he was smiling based on the way he straightened.

“Hey, Zero,” you laughed, coming to a stop at his side.

“What’re you doing here?” he asked, glancing at his brothers who had turned at the sound of your voice.

“The 501st is planet-side so they invited me out for a drink,” you explained, glancing at the table of troopers blatantly staring. Cayde and Cupid shared a subtle look before Cayde sighed under his breath, returning to his conversation with the bartender. 

“What can we do for ya, Mouse?” Cupid asked, leaning an arm against the bar and you could picture the easy smile on his face.

“Where’s your commander?” Zero stiffened at the mention of their CO, quickly clearing his throat to cover his momentary slip.

“Everything okay?” Zero whispered, leaning down so you could hear him better. 

“I’m fine,” you laughed, refraining from patting his arm and giving yourself away. “Fives wanted to be cute and stir shit so I figured I’d play along.”

“Involving Fox?” Cupid wondered, tilting his head.

“No, Thorn,” you corrected, darting your eyes toward Torrent’s table. 

“You’re in luck,” Cayde spoke up, turning to face you. “Commander Thorn’s on patrol with us.” Cayde jerked his chin at something over your head and you twisted around just as 79’s doors slid closed, a familiar red-winged helmet scanning the immediate area. You bit back on a goofy grin when Thorn worked his way through the crowd with the ease of a commanding officer. Seeing him in his element, the strong, proud commander made your blood feel too hot, forcing you to stifle the urge to squeeze your thighs together. 

“Commander,” the three shinies synchronously greeted.

“Gentlemen,” Thorn responded before his helmet turned enough to catch sight of you. “Ma’am.”

“Nice to see you again, Commander,” you murmured, the hint of a smile playing on your lips. Thorn continued to study you for a moment before shifting his attention back to the three troopers standing around you. 

“Head out, boys, we’ll debrief outside before shift’s over,” Thorn huffed, jerking his head toward the door. The three troopers replied with another synchronous “yes sir”, pausing long enough to wave at you before making their way into Coruscant’s cool night. You glanced back up at Thorn, his words sinking in after a few seconds.

“I forgot you’re almost finished for the night,” you commented, smiling when his head tilted slightly.

“Lost track of time, huh?” he chuckled, shifting his weight so he was a hair closer to you. “How’re drinks with the bane of Rex’s existence going?” 

“Interesting,” you laughed, glancing at said trooper from the corner of your eye. All five of them were zeroed in on your conversation, looking more stunned than before and you nearly laughed. You looked up at Thorn again, a smirk tugging at the corner of your lips as you leaned closer, hooking a finger under his belt to keep him from backing away. His hands shot up, hovering in the air near your shoulders and you could only imagine the stunned look on his face. 

“What - what are you doing?” he whispered, his visor never leaving your face. The dare wasn’t necessarily a secret but you wanted to have a little fun before giving in and telling him, so you pressed yourself against his chest. The soft hitch in his breathing was only audible seeing that you were practically glued to his chest plate but it made your face feel warm nonetheless. 

“Do you have any idea how good you looked walking in here a minute ago?” you purred, tugging lightly on his belt. You were close enough to see his throat bob under the collar of his blacks, his arms dropping bit by bit until one hand hovered near your lower back. 

“Mm, why don’t you tell me?” Thorn rumbled, some of the rigidity finally leaving his posture. 

“How about I show you?” you countered, standing on your toes. Thorn didn’t move aside from the weight of his hand settling on your waist, squeezing once. His head was angled down slightly allowing you to lean forward and press a feather-light kiss to his helmet’s mockery of a mouth. A warm hand wrapped around the fingers hooked in his belt but he didn’t push them away, if anything, he pulled you closer, pressing the unforgiving curve of his codpiece into your leg. 

“What the hell’s gotten into you?” Thorn murmured, his grip on your waist tightening again. Although you were having fun winding him up, you figured you should let him in on the joke sooner rather than later. 

“Fives dared me to fuck you,” you stated with a small shrug. 

“I thought they didn’t know about us.” 

“They don’t,” you giggled, rolling your lips into your mouth. Thorn stared at you for a moment, completely silent before his shoulders started to shake the tiniest bit. 

“I think that’s cheating,” he teased, slowly rubbing your side. 

“Want me to try and follow through with Fives’ original idea of seducing Fox?” If it weren’t for his chest's faint rise and fall against yours, you would’ve thought he turned into stone before your eyes. Then his hand tightened again, grip harsher than the first time and it sent a thrill shooting up your spine. 

“Like you’d even try,” Thorn scoffed, yet his hold on you spoke to a glimmer of jealousy at the thought.

“I wouldn’t,” you hummed, absently playing with the edge of his kama. “So are you in or not?”

“The hell kind of question is that?” he huffed, a hint of amusement coloring his voice. 

“I do have to warn you, Fives told me there have to be pictures or it didn’t happen,” you confessed, expression softening. Thorn canted his head, studying you for a moment and you gasped as you felt his codpiece press harder into your leg. It could barely be considered a roll of his hips but it was a far more physical answer than you were expecting. 

“I think I can get on board with that,” he rumbled, his head inching closer to yours. The mere suggestion of documenting what you did behind closed doors had your pulse jumping, painfully aware of how wet you already were.

“Lead the way, handsome,” you breathed, barely containing your excitement. 

“I need to debrief the rest of the boys first, muffin,” Thorn laughed, finally peeling himself away from you, although he continued to hold on to the fingers that had been toying with his belt. “Once that’s done, you can have your way with me.”

“I supposed I can wait that long,” you sighed dramatically, not bothering to hide the almost giddy smile on your face. 

“Come on, troublemaker,” he chuckled, tugging you toward the door. A second before the door slid open you twisted around, eyes immediately finding the table of troopers who still looked just as dumbstruck as they did when you left. You lifted your free hand, wiggling your fingers in a smug little wave before Thorn pulled you out of sight. 

Thorn begrudgingly released your hand once you were outside, approaching the rest of his squad while you stood off to the side. Thorn nodded along to whatever Cupid was saying, watching the trooper absently tapping the spot over his heart and you couldn’t help but smile. However, the smile melted off your face when he tilted his head back as far as he could, arms extended in front of himself, clearly trying to stretch his shoulders, but that didn’t stop your eyes from dropping to the sliver of skin peeking out from under his helmet. 

That pose gave you a wicked idea. 

The shift from a composed, well-behaved boyfriend to whatever insatiable beast Thorn had become had your knees buckling. The second your apartment door shut, he was on you, helmet haphazardly tossed aside in favor of curling a hand around your throat and yanking you into a clumsy kiss. Your fingers instinctively curled around the edge of his chest plate, steadying yourself as he walked you down the hall to your bedroom. 

Your knees hit the edge of your mattress as Thorn’s tongue explored your mouth as if he hadn’t done it a million times before. The press of hard plastoid against your leg had you breaking the kiss, letting his lips trail across your cheek and down the side of your neck. Your fingers curled around the rounded edge of his shoulder bell, tugging lightly, making Thorn chuckle against your skin.

“Go on, you know how,” he urged playfully, his hand moving around to the back of your neck. You almost cursed him, knowing he wasn’t going to make this easy as you felt his teeth graze your thundering pulse. 

“Stop being a cheeky shit and help me,” you huffed, tossing his stupid shoulder bell aside. 

“So bossy,” Thorn teased, smirking against your throat before working his way back to your mouth. A soft sigh passed through your nose as he licked into your mouth, tasting like caf and something sweet he probably stole from Fox. 

Thorn unclipped his belt, his kama falling to the floor with a thud as you worked open the clips on his chest armor, never breaking the kiss. It was a dance you’d done more times than you could count but it somehow still made your heart race. Thorn caught his chest plate before it could hit your feet, breaking the kiss but not without nipping at your bottom lip. He tossed the piece of armor aside, bending over to work on his legs but you stopped him with a hand on his shoulder. Thorn looked up, a few dirty blonde curls falling in his eyes as he looked up at you. 

“Let me,” you urged, guiding him to stand straight again. He angled his head down, eyes glued to your face as you knelt at his feet, his hand clenching and unclenching at his side. You expertly worked off each piece of armor, barely having to look away from his face. With each piece that fell away his eyes grew darker, making your fingers tremble faintly with the weight of his stare. For all of Thorn’s lighthearted fun and goofy grins, he could still be intense, flaying you open with a single look. 

Thorn carefully stepped out of his boots, kicking them to the side as your fingers trailed up the inside of his thigh. The muscles twitched under his skin-tight bodysuit and you had the urge to sink your teeth into the taunt muscle. His codpiece was the last bit of plastoid to hit the floor, his cock twitched when you swayed close enough for him to feel your warm breath. You looked up the length of his body, batting your lashes a bit and you watched the way his chest moved with a shuddering breath. 

You shifted forward on your knees, lips ghosting over the head of his cock and you relished in his harsh exhale. A hand shot out to steady you on instinct as you climbed to your feet again, bringing a small smile to your face when you looked up at Thorn again. 

“Always a gentleman,” you commented, resting a hand over his racing heart. He offered you a lopsided grin, that despite the situation, made your heart swell. “Come lay down.” 

“What do you have planned?” he wondered, narrowing his eyes. You turned your back on him, already working to get out of your shirt.

“Why don’t you come find out?” you called over your shoulder. There was a soft huff of laughter before you heard the bed creak from his added weight and you glanced over your shoulder. You paused, watching the way muscles shifted under tawny skin as he struggled to yank his shirt over his head, nearly toppling over when he finally pulled it off. He blinked a few times, shaking his head, making his blonde curls look fluffy. 

“What?” he mumbled when he caught you staring. Thorn lounged back against the pillows, hands folded behind his head and somehow he managed to look adorable and mouth-watering at the same time. You let out an amused huff before tossing your shirt aside and quickly wiggling out of your pants, catching the way his eyes followed the fabric to the floor before lazily trailing up your body. 

“See something you like?” 

“I guess that’s my fault if you don’t know the answer to that,” Thorn laughed, offering you a hand as you approached the edge of the bed. His jaw flexed a few times as you climbed into his lap, his lips parting around a soft groan when you pressed down onto the outline of his cock. Thorn hooked a finger under the band of your bra, pulling you down for a kiss that had you unintentionally grinding against him. 

Normally, he kissed you like he was trying to memorize the feeling, tucking it away to revisit on one of his lonely nightshifts. Instead of his usual attentiveness, Thorn seemed distracted, something weighing on his mind. You were about to break the kiss and check on him when the support from your bra vanished. Thorn made a soft triumphant noise against your lips and you broke the kiss, forcing your sluggish brain to work. Your bra straps slid off your shoulders when you sat up, a slightly dumbfounded look on your face that only made Thorn’s smile grow wider. 

“Shithead,” you huffed, doing your best to hide a smile. Thorn winked, sliding his hands around to cup your breasts. A sigh fell from your lips as his thumbs brushed over your nipples and you leaned into his hands, bracing yourself against his shoulders and grinding down against him. As quickly as his hand was there, it was gone, making you whine in the back of your throat. You were about to complain when Thorn shifted under you, propping himself up on his elbows so his mouth ghosted over the space between your breasts. 

“You sound so pretty when you get needy,” Thorn hummed, his lips brushing against the swell of your breast. You met his heavy gaze, never breaking eye contact as he peppered kisses across your right breast and your breath hitched when his tongue slipped out. The first flick of his tongue made you gasp but you couldn’t look away from his dark eyes as he traced the shape of your nipple. You let yourself get lost in the sensation, your head lulling forward as your breathing grew heavier. 

Thorn blinked slowly, watching you through dark lashes as his lips closed around the hardened peak. A broken groan slipped past your lips, your hips unconsciously shifting forward, making his cock jump beneath you. Your hand followed the curve of his neck, your fingers threading through his hair so you could gently tilt his head back. 

“No more teasing,” you whispered, your lips brushing his, “we have a dare to fulfill.” Thorn brushed his nose against yours in a sickeningly sweet gesture despite your current position and you smiled. 

“We do,” Thorn murmured, pecking your lips. “How do you want me, muffin?” 

“Just like this,” you answered, finding his lips again. Thorn’s tongue slipped into your mouth, searching for yours as he fumbled to find the waistband of his blacks. You shifted forward onto your knees, your hands bumping his as you tried to help, earning a muffled laugh from Thorn. You leaned to the side in an attempt to give him more room and nearly toppled over, breaking the kiss with a laugh. 

“Having fun?” Thorn teased, grunting as he tried to shove his pants down. 

“More than you apparently,” you giggled, cupping his face. Thorn’s smile was blinding, the expression lighting up his entire face and your heart skipped a beat. 

“Not for long,” he mumbled, letting out a triumphant sound. You looked over your shoulder, catching a glimpse of his legs kicking as he pushed his pants off to the side. His hands landed on your hips, pulling you down onto his lap and you let out a choked gasp, clenching at the feeling of his length pressing against your folds. “What was that?”

“Oh, shut up,” you huffed, rolling your hips. Thorn’s jaw flexed, the grip on your hips tightening as he pulled you forward, dragging you along the length of his cock. “I’d say why not put your mouth to good use,” you teased, reaching up to trace the shape of his lower lip with your thumb, “but I’ve been thinking about cumming on your cock since you walked into 79s.”

Thorn groaned, his thumbs hooking under the band of your panties, yanking them down with a sudden desperation. It took a little careful maneuvering but Thorn was quickly tossing the thin fabric somewhere out of sight. Your nails dug into his shoulder as his fingers traced the dip of your hips, ghosting over your clit, but he didn’t linger, parting your folds as he held your gaze. The sigh that left your lips sounded almost relieved as Thorn pushed a finger into you, his lips parting as he watched your features contort with pleasure. Your head felt fuzzy, arousal buzzing under your skin as you unconsciously started grinding against his hand. 

“There you go,” Thorn cooed, meeting the movement of your hips with ease. He leaned closer, his lips brushing the corner of your mouth as he added another finger. “You look so good fucking yourself on my fingers.”

“Would - would look even better fucking myself on your cock,” you forced out, squeezing your eyes shut when he curled his fingers. Thorn hummed, kissing the corner of your mouth but he didn’t pull away, his slightly labored breathing puffing against your cheek.

“Then do it.” You moaned at the harsh edge of his voice, the barely restrained desire lacing his words and you couldn’t move fast enough. Thorn chuckled under his breath, the sound breaking around a groan when your fingers curled around his cock. You matched the pace of his thrusts, clenching your jaw when a third finger joined the others but it still wasn’t what you wanted. It was almost torturous to lift your hips, wanting more than his fingers but hating the sudden emptiness. 

Thorn flopped down onto the bed, his hands folded behind his head as he looked up at you with dark, half-lidded eyes and a sinful smirk. You suddenly wanted to wipe that look off his face, wanting him to look just as restless as you felt. Despite the smirk lingering on his face, you noted how the muscles near his jaw shifted as you lined yourself up, the head of his cock barely brushing against you. Whether it was the first or the thousandth time you’d done this, your lips still parted, a sharp inhale filling the room as you sank down. The sensation was somehow still dizzying, straddling the line between pleasure and pain, leaving you struggling to catch your breath even when you were fully seated in his lap again. 

You forced your eyes open when you realized they had clamped shut, taking in Thorn laid out underneath you. His hands had moved from behind his head to rest on the pillow, his chin tilted toward the ceiling, emphasizing the strong lines of his throat. The caress of your fingers over his stomach had Thorn opening his eyes, endless pupils zeroing in on your face and his fingers twitched. Your eyes slid to the nightstand beside your bed, your datapad innocently charging, and a devious little smile spread across your face.

“Hand me my datapad, please,” you murmured, tracing the faint V-line that disappeared underneath you. Thorn narrowed his eyes, a little puzzled by the request until it seemed to dawn on him and he huffed, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips as he blindly reached for the device. 

“What kind of proof do you plan on sending?” he asked, returning his hand to its previous position. 

“Not too keen on Fives getting a peep show,” you teased, arching a brow at your boyfriend over the top of your datapad. The relief that flashed across his face forced you to bite back a smile, something that turned out to be useless when the alternative occurred to him. 

“You never planned on sending a picture of yourself, did you?” Thorn chuckled, although it sounded a bit strained. 

“Nope,” you replied, exaggerating the pop of the p. You lifted your eyes from the screen in front of you, licking your lips as your gaze raked over him, the soft light from the bedside lamp making his skin seem to glow. Thorn seemed to be waiting for your next move, his nostrils flaring as he fought to stay perfectly still, doing his best to ignore the fact that you were sitting on his cock. You held his gaze, bringing your hand down between your legs to gently circle your clit. A high-pitched grunt forced its way past your lips and you clenched involuntarily, giving you exactly what you wanted. 

Thorn’s tilted back again, his mouth dropping open with a harsh exhale and you quickly snapped the picture, tossing the datapad aside as soon as it pinged to let you know the message sent. Thorn grunted, his eyes popping open when you suddenly leaned forward, bracing both of your hands on his chest. One large hand covered yours, squeezing what fingers he could; a silent reassurance as well as an order to keep them there.

The first roll of your hips sent a chill down your spine, accompanied by a breathy moan that made Thorn’s grip on your hands tighten. It felt like you were going to come apart at the seams but there was a part of you that still wanted to stay like this, savoring the fullness of Thorn buried inside you. He, however, seemed to run out of patience. You hadn’t even noticed that his free hand had moved, too focused on the soft ripples of pleasure washing over you, that you immediately tensed when his hand met your ass with a crack. However, the shock didn’t last long and you whined, pressing back into his hand as he squeezed the faintly stinging area. 

“While you do look so pretty like this, cyar’ika, I wanna see you bounce on my cock,” Thorn rumbled, delivering another softer smack to your ass. And who were you to deny him? You pushed off his chest, sitting upright again, and immediately lifted your hips, letting your head fall back as you did as he asked. His hands found your hips and you immediately gripped one of his forearms, your other hand toying with your breast. Thorn absently traced the slope of your hips with his thumbs, the gentle touch drawing your attention and you lifted your head again to look down at his face. 

He was watching how he disappeared inside you, his bottom lip caught between his teeth and you clenched as he pulled down onto his cock again, groaning through clenched teeth. Your thighs ached, forcing you to slow your pace and Thorn’s eyes darted up to your face, his hands dropping away from your hips. Without the extra support, you slowly further, squeezing your eyes shut as you continued to grind against him. It happened so fast that you could barely get your arms out when a hand gripped your jaw, pulling you down. 

The kiss was rough, teeth knocking together as you tried to steady yourself, keep up with Thorn as he explored your mouth, and met the short thrusts of his hips. You broke the kiss with a whimper, panting against his bruised lips, shivering at the way his thumb followed the curve of your jaw. You started to press more of your weight onto Thorn and he smiled, but there was a devious undertone to it that made you skeptical. Then suddenly you were moving, a squeal falling from your lips as he rolled you onto your back. You blinked up at him, your mouth hanging open as you tried to reorient yourself but Thorn didn’t give you a chance, snapping his hips forward hard enough to punch the air from your lungs. 

Thorn leaned forward, slanting his mouth over yours as he set a slow, devastating that had your toes curling. He kissed the corner of your mouth, then your cheek before groaning through his teeth when your nails dug into his lower back, his thrusts growing faster. Every nerve ending felt like it was on fire, the pleasure spreading to every inch of your body as you started to tense beneath him. Thorn leaned away enough to see your face and you watched a bead of sweat roll down the side of his face. His eyes dropped to your mouth, the muscles in his jaw jumping before he opened his mouth, his tongue slipping out. The tip of his tongue the curve of your top lip, a teasing touch to coax you closer.

Without thinking you tilted your chin, closing your lips around his tongue and sucking gently. Thorn made a high-pitched sound in the back of his throat, his hips snapping forward with renewed purpose. You released his tongue only for him to surge forward again, kissing you again, his thrusts growing wilder. 

“Touch yourself,” Thorn panted against your lips, blindly reaching for one of your hands. It was overwhelming, every snap of his hips paired with the frantic circling of your fingers had you teetering dangerously on the edge of bliss, desperate for the inevitable fall. The pleasure finally reached a tipping point and you tensed, your mouth falling open with a silent cry as you came, hard. You were faintly aware of Thorn hiding his face against your neck, his hips twitched as he filled you with a muffled moan.  

Faint tremors continued to ripple through your body as you caught your breath, mindlessly rubbing circles between Thorn’s shoulder blades. His breathing had started to even out, the gentle, rhythmic puff of air raising goosebumps across your breast where his head was resting. Thorn exhaled slowly, turning his head to rest his chin on your sternum to look up at your face, a blissed-out look on his face. Your smile was groggy and a little lopsided but it seemed to make Thorn’s eyes twinkle, affection clear in the way he looked up at you.

“Hey,” you murmured, moving your hand to card through his messy curls.

“Hey, muffin,” he rumbled, leaning into your touch. He hummed quietly, the sound vibrating through his chest into yours and his eyes drifted shut again.

“Don’t fall asleep,” you warned, lightly tugging on his hair. “We need to get cleaned up.” Thorn opened one eye, his brow arching and he just looked at you for a moment before he blinked a few times. 

“You’re right.” The corner of his mouth twitched, making your eyes narrow as he shifted down your body. 

“What are you doing?” 

“Cleaning up after myself,” Thorn replied with a smirk, pressing a lingering kiss between your breasts. Your eyes drifted shut and you settled into the soft mattress as Thorn lavished you with affection until he paused at your hip. It took more effort than you expected to force your eyes open, blinking slowly and you caught the hint of mischief in Thorn’s eyes before he slid down between your legs.

“What are -” The end of your sentence was replaced with a harsh gasp, your thighs immediately closing around Thorn’s head as he licked up the cum dripping out of you. Your arms trembled as you propped yourself up, your mouth hanging open slightly when his eyes flickered up to meet yours. There was a smugness there but the new waves of pleasure spreading through your body distracted you. 

Your voice cracked when you cried out, his name coming out broken when he shoved his tongue into your sensitive pussy. You were quickly rushing toward a second orgasm and you had the feeling it wouldn’t be your last.

The quiet hum of scattered conversations filled the barracks, a sound Fives found comforting as he lounged back in his bunk. Hardcase’s laugh from somewhere above him brought a faint smile to his face and he turned his head, watching Jesse and Kix arguing over a game of sabacc. Fives sighed when the quiet ping of his datapad cut through the room and he flipped it up, his eyes locking onto the familiar notification. 

“Hey, assholes!” Fives yelled, scrambling to lean out of his bunk, searching for Vaugh and Hawk. He jumped when Hardcase’s head appeared from the top bunk, his face slowly turning red. 

“What’s up?” Hardcase asked. 

“Guess who just got a message from Mouse.” A wicked grin spread across Fives’ face as he waved his datapad in the general direction the rest of Torrent was sitting. There was a sudden flurry of movement, boots and socked feet thumping against the floor just barely covering up Kix’s distressed shout. Fives yelped when Jesse borderline dove into his bunk and he caught a glimpse of Vaughn and Hawk awkwardly catching Hardcase as he rolled off the top bunk. Somehow Fives ended up with four brothers piled on top of him. 

“Get your knee out of my ass, Hardcase,” Jesse grumbled, elbowing Fives in the ribs.

“Stop moving,” Fives wheezed, yanking his arm out from under Vaughn. It took a few more seconds of repositioning and harsh jabs before they found a somewhat comfortable position. He glanced over his shoulder, snorting to himself before finally clicking on the message. 

It took a few seconds for his brain to register what he was looking at but when it did, Fives threw his datapad. It knocked into the bunk Kix was sitting on, landing screen up. Fives didn’t even have to look at his brothers to know they were all wearing similar horrified looks. He waited for the same look to cross Kix’s face but instead, Kix threw his head back, laughing like a maniac. The four brothers crammed into the small space started to peel themselves away from Fives, staring at their medic with similar concerned looks. 

“What is wrong with you?” Fives asked, refusing to look at the picture again. It was more of Thorn than Fives ever wanted to see even if it was just his upper body. 

“Oh, stars,” Kix gasped between laughter, wrapping his arms around his stomach as he toppled forward onto the mattress. “Looks - looks like you got what you wanted, huh?”

“No. No, I did not, Kix,” Fives snapped which only made their medic laugh harder. Fives glared down at the now-dark datapad, ignoring Kix’s quiet wheezing, and vowing to get back at you somehow. 

But first, he was deleting that picture…and possibly burning his datapad.

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Wax Play - Commander Thorn x FReader - NSFW

Summary: After deciding on ticking off another item on your list together, Thorn realises he enjoys this just as much as you do.

Characters: Commander Thorn

Pairing: Commander Thorn x F!Reader

Word Count: 4,974

Warnings: PinV sex, wax play, fingering, finger sucking, candles, tied up, rope bondage, fluff and smut, aftercare.

Author's Note: I wasn't quite sure if this felt right for Thorn. But it was why I set myself this challenge, so I hope you enjoy it :D

“Are you sure about this?”

Thorn was standing at the top of your bed, a concerned look still on his face. His blonde curls were pushed into a bun at the back of his head, but a few strands still fell across his face. Smiling up at him, you took one of his hands in your own and gave a gentle squeeze.

“I’m sure, love. But if you’re not comfortable doing this, then we won’t” you assured, rubbing your thumb over his scarred knuckles.

“It’s not that, cyare” he started, shaking his head and sitting on the bed beside your prone form. “I just don’t want to hurt you” he frowned, thinking about the night ahead.

Sitting up, you cupped his face in your hands, rubbing soothing lines against his cheekbones. “Sweetheart, you won’t hurt me. You’d never do anything to hurt me” you assured, believing that statement with your very being. “Would it make you feel better if you felt how hot the wax will go?” you offered, trying to find a solution that would work for both of you.

Thorn let out a sigh, kissing the palm of your hand before he nodded. “Yeah… yeah that’s a good idea, cyare” he agreed, a small smile pulling at the corner of his lips.

Hurrying off the bed, you grabbed one of the candles that you had brought specifically for this and a lighter. Climbing back onto your bed, you lit the red candle and held it between you.

“We just have to wait a few moments for it to burn. It’s a low temperature candle, so it melts at lower temperatures a lot faster than a normal candle would. Here, I’ll show you” you explained, reaching to tip the candle so the pooling wax could drip out.

“Wait!” Thorn interrupted, gripping your wrist holding the candle. “I’ll do it, I don’t want you hurting yourself” he frowned, shaking his head and holding out the back of his hand for you to pour it on instead.

“It wouldn’t have hurt me anyway. But okay… are you ready?” you grumbled, before looking into his beautiful brown eyes. Thorn nodded, his one hand coming to grip your knee and squeeze it softly.

Taking a deep breath, you let a few droplets of wax land on Thorn’s hand.

Thorn blinked. He didn’t react or pull his hand away. Just let his eyes fall to the 3 spots of red wax that was hardening on his skin.

Oh, it didn’t feel hot as well, there was an initial sting, but nothing compared to what he had thought it would feel like. He could imagine that it would be quite pleasurable on sensitive areas of the body. No wonder you had asked if this was something you could do together in the bedroom.

“Thorn?” you breathed, waiting for a reaction from him. Nerves clawed in your stomach. What if he didn’t want to do this? Did he think it was weird wanting to experience hot wax drop onto your skin? What was he thinking?

Of course, if he didn’t want to do it, then that would be it. You wouldn’t be doing this and could just enjoy being together. If it wasn’t going to be enjoyable for him, then it wasn’t going to be fun for you. Thorn had to be comfortable in all of this, that was one of the things you both discussed when you started to bring new kinks into your relationship.

“It’s not what I thought it would feel like” he admitted, a small smile quirking on his lips as he looked up at you. He brushed the cooled wax off before looking at the skin underneath. It was barely red, so it wouldn’t do any damage to you. He was assured of that.

“We don’t have to do this, you know. We can always do something else” you reminded, biting your lip and reaching for his hand. You weren’t going to be angry or upset. You just wanted to make sure that Thorn would be okay with this.

However, Thorn let out a light chuckle and shook his head. “No, I want to do this. I can already picture how beautiful you would look covered in Corrie Red” he grinned, the hand that was on your knee sliding up your thigh.

“Already got plans, huh Commander?” you teased, legs parting slightly on instinct for him.

“I’ve got a few designs I wouldn’t mind seeing on you” he agreed, lust creeping into his darkened gaze.

The breath hitched in your throat at his words, just imagining what he could design on your body. Maybe he’d put the Coruscant Guard symbol on you? Mark you as his. The thought had your underwear getting damp.

“Still want to get tied up, cyare?” he asked, amusement colouring his voice as he saw just how much you liked the idea of him creating art on your beautiful body. His thumb rubbed sweeping circles into your inner thigh, close to where he could feel the heat radiating from your centre.

“Yeah, I still want that” you breathed, feeling more and more ready for this to happen now that Thorn was on board with it.

“Alright then, pretty girl. Strip for me and lie on the bed” he instructed, giving your thigh a squeeze before getting up and heading to get the things he would need for tonight.

You wasted no time, quickly stripping off your lounge wear and throwing it into the laundry basket in the corner of your room. Slipping your pants off, you let them join your clothes before reaching for your bra. It was quickly pulled off as well, and you couldn’t wait to feel the hot wax on your sensitive nipples. You hoped that Thorn would pay them special attention.

Getting on the bed, you positioned yourself comfortably and watched as Thorn pulled out lengths of red rope from the box under your bed. Already on the bedside table was a bowl of warm water and a bottle of water and a few snacks for later. Thorn was always prepared, and you were excited for the aftercare just as much as the main event.

When Thorn had gathered everything he needed, he came back over to you and sighed, taking you in as you preened at the attention. “Mesh’la” he breathed, running a finger down your arm until it reached your hand. He pulled it up to his lips, pressing a kiss to your knuckles before he let you go.

“Ready?” he asked, checking in once more.

“I’m ready Commander” you assured, sending him a reassuring smile.

Thorn nodded, and he took both of your wrists in his hands and brought it up to your headboard. He began to loop the ropes around your wrists, tying them together. Running a finger underneath, he made sure there was still some give in them before he added another section of rope and tied that around the headboard, securing you so you couldn’t move.

“How does that feel?” he inquired, looking back at you.

Wriggling your fingers and testing the range of movement your hands could do, you nodded. It would keep you still but it would also allow you to move and shift around a little. “Feels good” you assured, sending him a flirty look.

He chuckled, before he pressed a piece of rope into your hand and wrapped your fingers around it. “If it gets too much or you need to get out of these, pull this. It’ll release you from the ties” he explained, giving you a stern look to make sure you were listening.

“I’ll be fine, Thorn. You tell me this every time you’ve tied me up, and every time has been fine. I trust you, you’d never let anything hurt me” you said softly, wishing you could reach up and bring him in for a kiss.

Thorn seemed to read your mind because he sighed, swooping down to lay a gentle but loving kiss on your lips. It was always nice to know that you felt safe with him. Most of the galaxy saw them as mindless meat droids, no better than the droids his brothers were fighting in the galaxy. But to have you saying that you trusted him, that you knew he would never hurt you reassured the hurt that he carried deep inside at the terrible way he and his brothers were treated by normal civilians.

“Okay then, cyare” he smiled, trailing his fingers up and down your tied up arms. It caused you to giggle, especially as he threatened to go lower, right where you were ticklish under your arms. Thankfully he skirted around that area, his teaching touch running over your shoulder and along your collarbone.

You sighed, relaxing into his soft, gentle touches and the way he was staring down at you with such a hungry, darkened look. Obviously he was looking forward to this as much as you now. His fingers swept along your neck before he was tracing your lower lip with his thumb. You locked your eyes with his and took it into your mouth, sucking on his thumb.

Thorn groaned, feeling his cock twitch in his pants at the way you looked and felt while sucking on his thumb. He could remember very clearly how your delicious lips and dexterous tongue felt around his cock. Pulling his thumb away from you, he smeared the slick down your chin and down your neck.

Explorative fingers swept down your chest, right in between your breasts. He traced along the curves of your breasts with long, teasing touches. Nail running lightly over the underside of your breast and making you squirm, pushing your chest up into his hand. He came to pinch at your nipples, giving them a sharp tug and twist until they were stiffening into peaks. It had your hips lifting up off the bed.

Thorn shot you a look, reaching for the candle that was still burning on the side of your bed. He was checking in once more, making sure you still wanted this.

“Ready” you confirmed, wishing he was closer to you so you could feel the heat radiate off him as well. But he was still standing at the edge of your bed, making sure that he could create his designs on your beautiful skin.

Nodding, he poured some of the wax on your perked buds, eyes glued to the way the red wax dripped down the sides of your breasts.

The sting was delicious and the pain was only momentary before the pleasure flared in you and you could feel your core clench around nothing. The hot wax felt amazing on your skin, and your moan echoed around your room. You were louder than both you or Thorn thought you was going to be because he stopped, running an analysing look over your face just to make sure you were okay.

When he was sure you were fine, he directed the candle to your other nipple, holding it high above you and letting it have the time to cool as it fell onto your pretty body.

The groan was forced out of you, your chest pressing upwards as the wax dripped down your breasts in long lines. You could feel yourself getting wetter and wetter between your legs, and you desperately rubbed your thighs together to get some relief. But it was not enough, not when your clit was started to ache from what Thorn was doing to you and not being given any attention.

“Is this okay?” Thorn murmured, his other hand coming to squeeze and run down your sides with calloused palms.

“Hmm, more than okay! Feels so good” you breathed, eyes sliding closed and you pulled at the ropes slightly, wishing you could move and writhe properly. But you were kept still, at the mercy of Thorn as he began to drip droplets of wax further down your chest. Glancing down, you could see your breasts become covered in the Corrie red wax.

“Look so beautiful cyare, it’s like I’m marking you as mine without even touching you” he grinned, putting the candle down for a moment before turning to you. He bent down, pressing kisses all along your stomach, nuzzling into the flesh there and humming in happiness at having you under him.

“Knew… knew the red candle was a good idea” you gasped, hips bucking and writhing against the bedsheets. You desperately craved at least a touch or a brush of his fingers down there. Having nothing to answer the raging fire burning inside of you was bringing you to the edge of frustration.

“Very good idea. My clever cyare” he praised, leaning up to press a kiss to your lips. He swallowed your moan, swiping his tongue across your bottom lip and you opened up for him. Tasting and claiming your mouth as he cupped your cheek to keep you steady. His other hand slid teasingly down to your pubic bone before trailing back up.

“Thorn” you grumbled, pulling away to pout at him.

“Couldn’t help it cyare, you looked so good” he shrugged, a playful smile dancing on his face as he reached for the candle off the bedside table. He gave a thoughtful hum as he looked you over.

“What are you planning?” you wondered, admiring the bright light that shone in his lustful gaze. He was having fun, enjoying himself for once. This was exactly what you hoped would happen and you loved seeing Thorn so happy. You weren’t exactly complaining yourself. The pleasurable buzz from the wax was intoxicating, even as it stiffened and cooled over your skin.

“Hmm, I need you to keep as still as possible cyare, I want to design something on your stomach. Is that okay?” he told you, glancing up to see if you wanted to stop or change what he wanted to do.

“I’ll try and keep still, but you’re making me feel really good. As long as it’s not like a cock or anything, then that’s fine” you grinned, making him snort and shake his head.

Thorn ran a soothing hand over your stomach, admiring your curves for a moment before getting back to his task.

You sighed, looking away from the candle as you gave him the privacy to design and create whatever he wanted on your body. Instead, you turned your gaze onto him. Thorn was adorable, he pushed a few strands of his blond curls away before his face adopted a more concentrated and focused look. His brow furrowed, obviously coming up with a plan before he nodded to himself. He was just so cute sometimes.

The first drop of hot wax made you gasp, and with every small drop afterwards it made you even more ready to meet your first orgasm of the night. Each flare of heat and pain lasted but a second before pleasure and desire replaced it, and you worked hard on staying still for Thorn.

It felt like he was creating lines along the side of a curved line. You couldn’t imagine what he was drawing with the wax, so you just left yourself sink into the sensation. As time went on your mind became a little fuzzy, small moans and gasps escaping your lips every so often. Thorn placed a hand on your thigh, rubbing soothing circles over your inner thigh and you opened your legs up for him, hoping he would touch you right where you needed him.

Finally, with a little flick of his wrist, the wax landed where he wanted it to and pulled away from you, placing the candle safely to the side.

“You can look, cyare” he announced, pride ringing in his voice, as well as a hint of nerves.

Grinning to yourself, you looked down your body and finally laid eyes on the design that Thorn was creating. A gasp escaped your throat, tears pooling in your eyes. Whatever you was expecting, it wasn’t this.

Thorn had poured the wax onto your stomach, drawing the wings that was painted on the side of his helmet. Some of the wax had run slightly, but it was very clearly the wings he used to identify himself. Your throat tightening, you pulled on the rope around your hands, wanting to get to him. However Thorn leaned forward, brushing his lips against yours softly and gave you a small, nervous smile.

“What do you think, cyare?” he asked, running his nose along the side of your jaw before pressing a kiss to the corner of your lips.

You struggled to come up with the words that was trapped in your throat for a moment before you beamed at him. “I love it! I think I want this tattooed on me somewhere as well. Tells everyone that I’m yours and you’re mine” you giggled, feeling giddy at the way he had marked you as his.

Thorn grunted, pressing a hand to the bulge in his trousers for a moment. Just the thought of you having a permanent reminder of him on your skin, that you would willingly endure the getting of a tattoo, just to have his wings on you. It was making his cock throb and pulse underneath the material. He couldn’t wait to kick them off.

“Don’t say that, cyare! I think I’d combust” he groaned, climbing onto the bed between your legs. His large, warm hands spread your thigh, massaging up and down your inner thigh as his gaze locked onto your soaked folds. “Kriff, you’re so wet, sweetheart. You really like this” he breathed, running a couple of his fingers through your dripping folds, collecting your slick.

You twitched beneath his hands, your breath getting knocked out of you at the way your nerves sung from his firm touch. It had been what you were missing, desperate for him to touch you. Now that he was, you could already feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge.

“Told you so” you managed to get out through gritted teeth, as Thorn ran his fingers up to your clit, rubbing at the swollen bundle of nerves. You bucked your hips up into his hand, wanting more from him.

“No kidding, cyare. You’re leaking onto the sheets” he chuckled breathlessly, thumb coming to rub at your clit while two of his thick, long fingers pressed inside of you without warning.

Crying out, you gripped on tightly to the ropes and grinded down against his hand. You were so wet that his two fingers slid inside of you easily with little resistance. Your walls fluttered around his fingers, pulling him deeper inside of you as you whined his name. If only you could touch him, hold him closer to you or run your hands through his luscious blonde curls.

“Good girl, I can feel how tight you are around my fingers, cyare. I can’t wait to feel you around my cock” he smirked, his heavy gaze drifting up to meet your own.

“Thorn, don’t tease me” you complained, rolling your hips against his hand with every thrust inside of you.

“Wouldn’t dream of it, love” he chuckled, and you both could hear the lie in that. Thorn loved nothing more than to tease you. “Want some more?” he asked, nodding towards the candle.

The thought of the delicious feel of wax falling on your skin and the way his fingers were buried in your cunt… there was only one answer.

“Please Commander” you sighed, closing your eyes and biting down on your lower lip.

“Oh… cyare you’re such a good girl for me. I’ll give you whatever you want” he promised, bending down to kiss at your chest before reaching for the candle.

As he dripped wax along your leg, he thrust his fingers inside of you, curling them slightly as he tried to find that patch of spongy tissue at the front of your wall. It took a few tries, but he timed it just right as a hot drop of wax hit your inner thigh, just as he rubbed against it.

“THORN!” you cried, shaking as you were suddenly pushed right to the edge of your first orgasm. You wanted it so badly, your hips rolling and grinding down into his hand.

Thorn shushed you, thumb coming to rub circles on your clit, just the way you liked it. He wanted to see you explode around his fingers, loved watching as he helped you find your pleasure.

He didn’t have to wait long, as you shuddered and shook underneath him as you were pushed over the edge, wave after wave of heat washed over you as you hole clenched tightly around his fingers. The burst of pain and heat from the wax also added to the sensation and you couldn’t help but cry out his name even louder.

As he pulled his fingers away, not wanting you to get overstimulated, he placed the candle on the side once more before leaning over you. His long fingers brushed the sweat soaked strands from your temple and forehead, before tracing your face gently with his gentle touches and strokes. When you opened up your eyes to meet his, he couldn’t help but beam.

“Hey, cyare, how are you feeling?” he asked quietly, not wanting to disturb the peace that had settled between you two.

“Good, so good, Thorn. Thank you” you mumbled, thoughts a bit foggy as you tried to string a sentence together.

The Commander hummed, leaning down to nuzzle his nose against yours before placing a sweet kiss on your lips. “You never have to thank me for giving you pleasure, cyare. I’ll do it anytime you want” he teased, making you chuckle and roll your eyes at him.

“Glad it’s not a hardship for you” you retorted, before feeling the hard length of his cock press against your hip. “You haven’t cummed yet” you stated, frowning up at him. That wouldn’t do, and you were about to offer to fix that before he shook his head.

“Calm down, I can handle a few more moments. Could I- Could I fuck you?” he assured before he stumbled along his words. He didn’t want to pressure you.

Smiling sweetly at your wonderful commander, you reached up and kissed his chin – the only part of him you could reach as you were still tied to the headboard. “Of course you can, love. I’d like that very much” you nodded, a wicked glint in your eye.

He beamed at you, cupping your cheek and pressing his lips against yours for a passionate kiss. He nipped on your lower lip before pulling away. Shuffling down the bed, he pushed his pants down his hips until they pooled at his knees.

The thick, heavy cock bounced and twitched as you looked at it, and you wondered how Thorn could cope with the way his cock must have been aching. It looked very red and swollen, pre-cum leaking from the tip and dripping onto the bed. He must have noticed you staring because he chuckled, gripping the base of his cock in his hand. It twitched again, more fluid leaking from the head.

Kriff, he was going to kill you. He looked so pretty, pumping his cock a few times before he tapped your sensitive clit a couple of times before pulling away. Gasping, you hooked your legs around his waist, tugging him closer to you. Just because your hands were tied up, didn’t mean that you wouldn’t take matters into your own hands – or legs.

Thorn cursed as he was pushed between your soaking folds. He could already feel the searing heat coming from your core, and he couldn’t wait to sink into you. Gently, he lined himself up with your entrance before waiting for you to give the go ahead.

“Yes Thorn, I want you inside of me right-Kriff!” you cursed, eyes slamming shut as he pushed his length inside of you.

He made sure he went in slow, both to tease you and make sure you would get used to the size of him splitting you open once more. “That’s it cyare, taking me so well” he soothed, running soothing strokes up and down your flanks.

Unable to help the moan that escaped you as he kept filling you until he was bottomed out. The way he felt made you feel like you would never be empty again. That his thick length had made sure that nobody else would feel this good inside of you. His hot cock was pulsing inside of you and you could feel every twitch even more intimately than before.

Hooking your legs around his waist, you sent him a shaky, reassuring smile. “You can move now… please” you breathed, breathe hitching in your chest, as the way you held him closer to you had him sinking deeper.

Thorn let out a deep groan, rumbling through his chest as he slid out of you, only to thrust back in a moment later. A hand came to support himself next to your head, while the other landed on your thigh, keeping your legs tight around him.

With every roll of his hips into you, he panted against your lips. Both of you were pressed so close together, but you were too lost in the sensation of his cock thrusting into you in a quick but shallow pace to focus on kissing. It was enough to just share each other’s air, getting lose in the togetherness of the act.

“Thorn! Thorn” you cried, bucking your hips up into him.

“So good, so good, feel perfect cyare” he moaned, gritting his teeth as he felt fire race up his spine. He hitched your legs up higher and groaned when you dug your heels into his lower back.

“So… so do you” you groaned, determined to get him closer to you as he shifted his knees slightly. However, before you could dig a heel into him to encourage him on, his cock brushed against that spot from before, making you clench tightly around him.

“Fuck! You liked that, could feel you shake around me. Like your pussy wasn’t going to let me go” he chuckled, before burying his face into your neck and grazing his teeth against your pulse point.

“Don’t stop!” you demanded, as his pace increased, cock slamming deeper inside of you with every quick thrust and roll of his hips.

“Never cyare, never! Kriff!” he growled, unable to help the way he was pounded into you now, determined to throw you both over the edges into your releases.

You cried out, hips faltering as you became lost to the feeling of him filling and withdrawing from you, just to slam back into you again and again. The coil inside of you was tightening, and with every thrust, Thorn’s pubic bine was brushing up against your clit, stimulating you even further.

“Please, please Thorn, want you to cum. Please cum, want to feel you inside of me” you begged, legs falling open around him and just letting him continue to fuck into you.

“Oh fuck, shit cyare! I’m cumming, want you to cum with me” he gasped, hand slipping between the two of you and brushing against your clit. It only took him a couple of swipes before you were cumming around his cock. He growled out your name, hips faltering as he felt himself empty inside of you. Your walls were milking him, fluttering and clutching at his cock as you both shuddered through your releases.

Thorn had enough energy and sense in him to reach for your ropes, pulling them undone before he nearly collapsed on top of you. Thankfully he rolled to your side, panting heavily as he stared at your beauty. You looked ethereal in the throes of your release, skin glistening with sweat and a satisfied look plastered on your face. You looked so beautiful.

He reached up for your hands, taking away the rope and massaging your wrists. He wasn’t going to let you get stiff or hurt because of the way he tied you up. No, Thorn would look after you.

“’M fine, you big worry wort” you assured, cracking an eye open and smirking at him. Your whole body felt so relaxed, like you would melt into a puddle if you were forced to move yet.

“Let me take care of you, please?” he said firmly, raising a thick, dark eyebrow at you.

Groaning, you hated when he gave you that look, you could never say no to his handsome face. “Fine, fine, but I promise I’m good. So good even” you sighed happily, letting him work his massaging hands up your arms to your shoulders, rubbing at the joint to make sure there would be no damage or stiffness tomorrow.

When he was finished with that, Thorn passed you the bottle of water and helped you sit up enough to drink it. Resting you against his chest, he then gave you some snacks, whispering words of love and gratitude in your ear as you ate them. It made you feel so loved and cared for, relaxing back into him and feeling exhaustion start to creep in now.

“Ah, ah, not yet, cyare. I’m gonna run you a bath and get this wax off you. Then we can get some sleep” Thorn reminded, pressing a kiss to your temple. He chuckled at your grumbled complaint before he blew out the candle and scooped you up in his arms. “Good girl, lets go clean off. Then I’ll hold you in my arms while you sleep” he assured, enjoying the way you nuzzled into his chest.

“Sounds perfect” you smiled, sinking into his warmth and the steady beat of his heart underneath your ear.

[hetalianskywalker]

Mermay 2024 Masterlist

Hello! Welcome to my Star Wars Clones (and their Prime) x Reader Mermaid AU!

So over the past few years, the clone troopers, in all shapes and forms, have meant a lot to me. I started writing on tumblr about half a year ago now and I just got into a graduate program. So I’m probably gonna drop off the face of the earth in a few months.

I wanted to take part in one of these month long fandom events before I left so Mermay seemed like a good fit to me. I went around tumblr and found prompts that inspired me and I thought went with each character.

Thank you for reading!

Day 1: The Courtyard - Mer Rex x Harpy Reader

Day 2: The Bakery - Mer Jesse x Reader

Day 3: Black Pearls - Siren Kix x Reader

Day 4: The Lobster- Mer Hardcase x Reader

Day 5: Two Siren Songs - Siren Fives x Siren Reader

Day 6: Sown Together - Selkie Echo x Mer Reader

Day 7: Scavenged - Mer Denal x Reader

Day 8: Choosing to Help- Mer Vaughn x Jedi Reader

Day 9: A Heart Fish- Mer Cody x Reader

Day 10: My Dream- Mer Gregor x Pirate Reader

Day 11: To Swim With A Siren- Siren Waxer x Pirate Reader

Day 12: Hold On- Mer Boil x Reader

Day 13: Hasn’t Changed - Mer Wolffe x Reader

Day 14: Trapped in the Lake - Mer Boost x Reader

Day 15: Stuck - Mer Sinker x Reader

Day 16: The Forgetful Selkie- Selkie Fox x Fae Queen Reader

Day 17: Here - Siren Thorn x Pirate Reader

Day 18: Just the Beginning - Selkie Thire x Reader

Day 19: Excitement - Mer Stone x Thief Reader

Day 20: Stargazing - Mer Hound x Nightsister Reader

Day 21: Get On With It - Siren Hunter x Doctor Reader

Day 22: Fishing for a Merman - Mer Howzer x Twi’lek Reader

Day 23: Understatement - Mer Mayday x Ice Dragon Reader

Day 24: Stories- Mer Slip x Mer Reader

Day 25: Sea Caves - Siren Fireball x Reader

Day 26: Sea Glass - Mer Nemec x Reader

Day 27: Actions- Selkie Samson x Jedi Reader

Day 28: The Sea Alor - Sea Alor Mer Jango x Harpy Reader

Day 29: The Heir - Mer Boba Fett x Kiffar Reader

Day 30: The Wait - Mer Fordo x Goddess Reader

Day 31: The Bet - Mer Alpha 17 x Sea Dragon Reader- NSFW

[sev-on-kamino]

Show & Tell - Kinktober 2023 vol. 2

Pairing: Commander Thorn x afab!Reader

Warnings: teasing, dirty talk, fingering, unprotected piv sex (be safe irl), the armor stays on, public sex, competency kink, authority kink, lil voice kink, breathplay if you squint, marking, if I missed anything lemme know

Summary: You think you can get away with teasing Thorn because you’re at work, and he’s on duty. He proves you wrong.

Word count: 1599

A/N: this isn’t proofread or edited. if you see an error, no you don’t 🥰

Dividers by the GOAT @dystopicjumpsuit

Teasing Thorn was an art, and you were an artist. Choosing the proper venue was just as, if not more, important than your methods.

Letting him catch you, as your eyes trailed hungrily up and down his armored form. Making sure he saw you squeeze your thighs together, squirming slightly in your seat. Making eye contact while you licked the icing off of your spoon.

All guaranteed winners.

Your greatest hits.

But you’d learned quickly that Thorn rarely had any reservations about fucking you wherever you chose to tease him. Restaurants, 79’s, Corrie HQ. The higher the chance you could get caught, the harder he took you. He’d watched you come undone for him through the mirror of so many refreshers you’d both lost count. And you felt so bad about defiling Fox’s desk that you’d bought him some really expensive chocolates for his decant day, and forbade Thorn from eating any.

Yet you still felt exceptionally confident that you could easily rile him up, and successfully make him wait that day. Your team was setting up new computers, datapads, and protocol droids in the senate building, and Thorn, along with a squad of his men, were accompanying you and your team through the higher security areas.

You’d drawn the short straw that morning which meant updating and testing the viewing platforms in the rotunda. The longest and most tedious of all the tasks, but it required precision because even Grizzer wouldn’t be able to find every piece of you, if a senator fell out of the air during session.

Thorn naturally agreed to stay with you while you worked in the center of the room at the Chancellor’s podium. You plugged in your holopad, and began running your diagnostic report.

“This all for you today?” Thorn asked, as he watched your fingers flying across the screen with interest.

“Mmhmm,” you replied, not taking your eyes off of your screen. “What about you? Fox cracking the whip as hard as usual, or shall I make dinner for two?”

“Make it for three,” Thorn commanded playfully. “I’m starving.”

“Ok, Commander Bottomless Pit,” you said, laughing, as you bent over to access the control panel in the podium.

You heard a slow exhale through Thorn’s vocoder, and wiggled your hips.

“See something you like?”

“I see something that belongs to me.”

“Easy, Commander, we’re on duty,” you replied, straightening up, and popping open the top button of your shirt.

“I know exactly where we are,” Thorn said with a short laugh, as he folded his arms, and regarded you through his visor. “Now get back to work.”

You were used to Thorn using his command voice at random times. You liked hearing it, and he liked the effect it had on you. But at that moment, you decided you just didn’t want to comply…not fully anyway.

“Yes, sir,” you said, abandoning your work voice in favor of the bedroom tones that made Thorn squirm.

“You’re playing a dangerous game,” Thorn warned.

“See, I don’t think I am,” you replied, popping another button before resuming your work.

Thorn released another short laugh followed by an amused hum. He watched you work, your face the picture of concentration, as platforms detached from the wall and you moved them about before replacing them.

You bit your lip, and hummed softly, as you shifted in your seat. To anyone else it would simply look like you wanted to get comfortable, but to Thorn it meant war. He stepped up behind your seat, reaching around to grip your throat just beneath your jaw.

“You don’t know when to quit, do you?” He growled into your ear.

“This little display meant to stop me?” You asked with a little smirk, even as you squeezed your thighs together in earnest.

“Stand up,” Thorn commanded, releasing you and backing up to give you room.

Your stomach lurched with excitement and anxiety.

“You wouldn’t,” you whispered even as you complied, standing up and gazing up into his visor.

“Watch me,” he said, removing his codpiece. “Or don’t. You have work to do.”

With that he grabbed you by the hips and turned you around. You heard the light hiss as his helmet was unsealed and the soft tap as he sat it in your abandoned chair. You glanced at your chrono and realized you really did have work to do, if you wanted to finish before anyone came looking for you.

Your fingers began moving again, your eyes racing across the screen, as the platforms once again detached from the wall one by one before returning to their bases.

You felt Thorn’s hands at your hips, pushing your pants midway down your thighs.

“No panties?” He mused, a gloved finger swirling around your entrance. “You make it so easy for me, cyar’ika.”

Your movements paused, a platform hung in the air above you, the servos whirring quietly in the empty, cavernous space.

“Keep going,” Thorn ordered, pressing his finger inside you, causing your hips to jerk, as you bit the inside of your cheek.

Taking a deep breath, you resumed your task. The platforms continued their smooth waltz in the air around you even while Thorn pressed his fingers inside you, preparing you to take him like you were at home making dinner.

He ran his free hand up the outside of your thigh, giving your hip a squeeze before continuing up your side and sliding around to your stomach. His fingers continued to pump in and out of you, as his other hand slid up your body to palm your breast through your shirt.

“Look at you go, baby. I’m barely even distracting you. That’s my brilliant girl,” he purred, leaning forward to bite down on the sensitive juncture between your neck and shoulder.

At that your fingers ceased their race across the keys, balling into fists, as an obscene moan rose out of your throat. The sound danced along the walls, ringing clearly in the cavernous space while he sucked and licked at the spot, making you squirm and attempt to fuck yourself on his fingers.

“Do you know how good you sound?” Thorn asked, brushing his lips over the shell of your ear. “I wanna hear my name bouncing off these walls.”

“Fuck, Thorn, please,” you swore under your breath, as he pulled his fingers away.

“Patience.”

He grabbed your hips with both hands, tugging you back towards his body, before sliding one hand up your back between your shoulder blades and pushing down.

You let him position your body as he liked, took a deep breath and resumed your task. You cried out, typing faster, as you felt his cock sliding into you. You clenched around him with a desperate whine.

“Thorn, please,” you begged softly.

“Ask me to fuck you while you work,” He ordered. “I know my brilliant cyare can do both, so ask me.”

“Baby, please,” you whined.

He pulled back and snapped his hips forward, drawing another moan from you.

“Ask.”

“Please, Thorn,” you relented. “Fuck me while I work.”

“With pleasure,” he replied, rolling his hips, as he found a rhythm that brushed that delicious spot inside that made stars flash in your vision.

The obscene sound of his cock sliding in and out of your wet cunt, mixed with the soft hum of the servos created your own little chorus. The platforms moved smoothly in a pleasing pattern that traveled around the rotunda. Normally, the pattern would have been satisfying in and of itself, but the sight took a backseat to Thorn’s thigh plates snacking against your bare thighs.

“So wet for me. You’d love it if my squad walked in right now, wouldn’t you?” Thorn teased, as he continued to enjoy your body, reaching around to play with your clit.

You clenched around him, hesitating just a second before resuming.

“Oh, fuck, I felt that, baby. You wanna fuck in front of my men? Want them to see what a perfect little slut you can be?”

“Thorn, please, I’m so close,” you moaned, relieved that you were almost finished.

“I know you are, cyar’ika,” Thorn purred into your ear before nipping at it sharply. “Think you can finish before I make you come?”

You didn’t reply, you simply worked faster, which only triggered Thorn’s competitive instinct. His fingers moved more deliberately against your clit. Firm, smooth circles that had his name floating through the room amongst the platforms.

15 platforms to go.

Thorn shifted the two of you, to thrust into you at a new angle, and you bit the inside of your cheek to stay focused.

10 platforms to go.

His hand left your hip to wrap firmly around your throat again.

5 platforms to go.

“Come for me, baby,” he commanded.

You felt the edge of your bliss, you just had to let go, and give in, but you resisted.

“Now, love,” he said firmly. “Be a good girl, and you can have my cum dripping out of your pretty little pussy the rest of the day.”

You couldn’t hold back. You reached back to bury your fingers in his curls, moaning his name, as your orgasm swept through you. A wave of white hot pleasure that had your thighs shaking.

“That’s it baby,” Thorn encouraged, as his own climax caused him to regain his hold on your hips to keep you in place, as he fulfilled his promise. You’d finish your task with his cum filling your cunt, and he’d escort you and your team out of the senate building as it dripped down your thighs.

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[deejadabbles]

Safehaven (Thorn x Reader)

Summary: Who can blame you for falling for your bodyguard? Rating: G (but Minors DNI) A.N: A continuation of this drabble, I tried to keep this one thematic with the first, but it... got away from me and came out much longer than the first. Word Count: 1,405 Warnings: None, besides mentions/explorations of loneliness. Masterlist /// Tag List Sign Up  /// AO3

You had never felt more alone in all your life, than in the first year of the war. Lost and alone.

Life was never particularly easy, growing up on a planet far from the comforts of the core worlds. That's why you had devoted your life to science, to the betterment of your people. You wanted to help, to pave new ways for your home.

But then, they turned their backs on you.

Your world was now a safe haven for tyranny and pain, your leaders bowing and scraping at the feet of those who would twist your inventions into weapons- into tools used for killing, not healing. It sickened you, sickened you to your core.

So, you had turned to the Republic. The lesser of evils, the safer danger, the only real option if you wanted you and your family to live. And now, now you were lost and alone. Your loved ones smuggled away to some secret hideaway, while you were put to work for the Republics oh so Grand Army.

You made the most of it. Always, you wanted your inventions to help, to better, so you did what you could. Especially since this side of war had real, living, breathing men fighting on it. You did all you could to ensure your contributions could help, could protect.

Then, just when the height of your lost isolation hit, you met him. Commander Thorn.

The bounty placed on your head had hardly phased you. They could come all they wanted, as long as you and your inventions weren't under a separatist thumb. But the Republic wasn't willing to risk losing an investment, so, they gave you a bodyguard done up in red plastoid.

Thorn. He was...so unlike anything you had expected.

You weren't stupid. You knew no one on this godforsaken city planet trusted you. You saw the way your "colleagues" looked at you. The strict rules on your comings and goings. How all your comms were monitored. Coruscant was not your safe haven, it was a glass cage where everyone expected you to turn on them, just as you had turned on your own home. It didn't matter to them why you had done it in the first place.

Except Thorn.

At first, he was professional enough, but even then, you heard the lightness in his voice. The modulator did little to hide the tease in his tone, and that T visor couldn't mask the way his gaze lingered when you offered him a smile.

Commander Thorn treated you as if...as if you were worth protecting. He never made you feel like a burden, or as if you were just another job to him. He talked, and listened and never once regarded you as if you hid a treacherous mind.

But even more, he took the duty of protecting you to heart and it was the first time he touched you that you realized just how much your loneliness had started to ease with him around.

The moment you cried out, skin burnt while working on a prototype, he had swooped in, taking your hand so delicately that it made your breath hitch in your throat. He was so tender and caring, over nothing but a small burn.

And funny. Maker, he was funny.

"You know, it's in my job description, I should totally punch that prototype for endangering you." It was said with a wink as he bandaged your hand, and you hadn't been able to stop the bubble of laughter that took you over.

Before that moment, you couldn't even remember the last time you laughed- and it felt good. It felt so good to laugh again, even if it was over a such a silly joke. It made that hole that had been growing in your heart a little easier to bear.

You loved how humorous he was and, to your surprised delight, that first laugh seemed to make him want more. He seemed to stockpile silly jokes like a dragon horded treasure. They were stupid, and he knew it, but they made you laugh so he said them anyway, day after day.

Slowly, it became easier to smile. Joy came easily now that he was there.

Once, in a more serious moment, he had thanked you for your craftsmanship, thanked you for wanting to keep his brothers safe with armor worthy of them.

"It's nice to know you have our backs. People like you...you help make all the fighting feel worth while." The rare, far away look in his eyes in that moment could have broken your heart, if it wasn't for the fact that Thorn seemed incapable of causing you any amount of pain.

His gratitude was sweet, but wholly unnecessary. The mere idea that giving soldiers a fighting chance was something that needed thanks made you scoff. But, given the way you'd seen his brothers treated by some, maybe Thorn was shocked over even that small amount of care.

It gave you a new determination, to show him all the care in this maker-forsaken galaxy. You had discovered that your handsome, funny, charming bodyguard needed little encouragement to bend the rules, and you used it to your full advantage. Making him meals in the small kitchen of your cage that started to feel more like a home. Asking him about his wants, his dreams, even if he had little to say at the start. Begging him to partake in your hobbies, in the hopes that he might find more of his own.

Thorn was a rule bender, but, when it came down to it, he was still damn good at his job.

The danger was almost over before you even had time to register it in your shocked state. The bounty hunter was down with only one shot fired. A shot that had barely grazed you thanks to your loyal protector. Then, when the ringing in your ears stopped, his voice was the first thing you heard.

And it sounded like home.

More like a home than your birth place, and certainly more than this heart of the republic.

It was all you could do to stay in the present and follow his guidance to keep you safe, to ensure your safety. You let him do his job and the danger passes swiftly, with nothing but a grazing burn to your arm for that that bounty's trouble. It was a rather small incident, all things considered, but Thorn was still the picture of concern, even when he guided you back to the safe haven.

Once again, Thorn made you feel like you were someone worth protecting. Not because it was his job, but simply because you were you.

It was possibly one of the purest forms of love you had ever witnessed.

Though, you were wrong about one thing, Thorn could cause you some small prickle of pain, even if it wasn't his fault. Because longing could hurt, and you hadn't realized how much it had been hurting you this whole time. Not until that night, not until you were worn thin from reporting the attack to Fox and sick to death of the medical staff looking you over; not until Thorn took your hand again and firmly told everyone that it was time for him to take you home for privacy and rest.

The longing for your tender protector had been growing for so long that it was almost easy to accept, but not tonight, not when he had shown you so many different kinds of care. Now, having him so close made you feel comfort and heartache in a bizarre tandem.

You almost made it to your front door, before everything was finally just too much.

When the fear, and pain, and bone tiredness of the night finally hit you, Thorn was there. He caught you when your knees gave way and swept you up into his arms with ease. Your bodyguard carried you as if you were a blushing bride, to the place he made feel like a home. Like a true safe haven.

Commander Thorn needed little encouragement to bend the rules, so, when he placed you safely on your bed, you kept holding on, pulling him close. You asked him to stay and he didn't even hesitate. Not because it was his job, but because you were you.

That was all the reason Thorn needed to love you.

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[meshla-cyarika]

you can't tell me he ain't freaky as hell

[vodika-vibes]

Overworked

Summary: After almost dying at a crime scene, Commander Thorn realizes that things need to change.

Pairing: Commander Thorn x Reader

Word Count: 2173

Warnings: Canon typical violence, Reader gets Blown up, mentions of a crime scene

Mando'a used: verd'ika - lit. little soldier

A/N: I've been meaning to write for Thorn for, like, weeks now. But I finally had an idea.

Divider by saradika

In an ideal universe, you would never have to work a day in your life. You would be able to stay home, and spend your time writing novels, or painting pictures, or crocheting blankets, and you’d never have to worry about food or power or rent.

However, you don’t live in an ideal universe.

You live here, on Coruscant, which means that five days a week, you have to drag yourself out of bed, shower, brush your teeth, and put on your uniform for another 8 hour day of hell.

Also known as work.

And you, the clever person that you are, decided to major in Forensics. Which meant that not only do you have to drag yourself to work every morning, you also have to see the absolute worst of people every day.

Sometimes when you close your eyes, all you see are blood spatters and burn patterns and bullet trajectories. Those are the good days.

You don’t have many good days.

There is a reason that people in your line of work rarely last more than 10 years. Especially on Coruscant. 

You exhale slowly and press the palms of your hands against your eyes. You’ve been working close to ten hours, less than halfway through a double, that was probably going to turn into a triple, and you’re already so done with the day that you kind of want to cry.

You’re hungry, and tired, and you still have six hours before the next shift is supposed to roll in, and you have to start the DNA analysis from three different cases, and run the fingerprints from last night-

You look up when there’s a knock on the door, “It’s open.”

Your office door slides open, and you tiredly look up at the man who steps into the room, “You look like shit, verd’ika.” Commander Thorn says as he steps into the room, a teasing grin on his lips.

“Please tell me you didn’t just walk your happy ass all the way from the Corrie Bullpen to my office just to insult me?” You ask as you rest your chin on the palm of your hand as you half-heartedly glare at the handsome man who has made it his life's mission to make your life more difficult.

“I would never,” Commander Thorn replies as he presses the button to shut your office door, and lazily drops into a chair across from your desk.

“Oh, please, have a seat.” You say snarkily.

“Thanks, I think I will.” He counters cheerfully, as he slumps even further down the chair with a wide grin.

You close your eyes, and forcefully stamp down on your growing ire, it’s not his fault that you’re exhausted, and it’s not right to take it out on him. Especially since you actually enjoy his company, “Is there something you needed, Commander?”

“How long have we worked together, verd’ika?” He asks, dragging the nickname out obnoxiously. 

“I don’t…2 years, give or take?” You say with a shake of your head.

“Long enough that you should just call me by my name,” He says mildly, and he frowns when you curl in on yourself as though he yelled at you. He sits up and leans forward slightly, his sharp eyes scanning your face for a moment, and his scowl deepens, “How many hours have you been working?”

You glance at your chrono and sigh, “a little more than 10 hours. I’m working a double today…maybe a triple.” You tiredly rub your eyes, “What did you need, Commander Thorn?”

“...we have a case.” He says quietly, a look of guilt crossing his face as you utter an exhausted curse, “No one else is available for field work.”

“It’s fine, this is my job after all. Just let me grab my keys and I’ll meet you there. Send me the location?” You ask, as you get to your feet and grab your jacket off the back of your chair.

Thorn says nothing for a moment, and then he releases a deep sigh, and you hear the sound of some typing, “I’ll see you there. It’s just going to be the two of us, for now.”

“Alright, I’ll see you there.”

30 minutes later, you pull up in front of a run down building. The building itself is taped off, and Thorn is waiting for you with his arms crossed over his chest. You park near his speeder, and slip out of your jeep, having to essentially fall out of your van due to its height.

“Nice of you to join me,” Thorn teases lightly, though there’s tension in his shoulders and his hand rests on his blaster, “So we have a body.”

“It’s almost always a body in this part of Coruscant,” You reply as you pull your kit out of the back of your van, “You suspect foul play?”

“The person who called it in claimed that they witnessed a murder,” Thorn replies as he scans his datapad, “I have some shinies canvassing the area, looking for the witness.”

“Is that why you’re so tense?” You ask.

“What?”

“You’ve had your hand on your blaster like you’re expecting someone to jump out and start shooting at us.” You explain as you press the button that closes the trunk door.

“Just…a bad feeling, verd’ika.” His voice is tight, “I’m going to be staying close for now.”

You eye him for a moment, and then nod slowly, “If that will make you feel more comfortable.” You finally reply, “Is the body inside?”

“Yeah. The shinies cleared the house before you got here.” Thorn says, “At first blush, it looks like an execution.”

You flash him the smallest of smiles, “If you say so, then that’s probably what happened. But I’ll check anyway.”

“Ah, verd’ika, when you say stuff like that it makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside.” Thorn teases flirtatiously, and you know that if he wasn’t wearing his helmet, he’d be smirking at you, in spite of the tension running through his body.

You pull your gloves on and shoot him a look, “You know that you’re probably right. I just need to verify it for legal reasons.” You shake your head and take half a step towards the house, “I assume I’m free to enter?”

“Yep, the scene is yours.”

You nod at him, and grab your camera, and slowly make your way into the house, taking pictures as you go. You snap a series of photos of the victim, a woman, likely in her 70s. True to what Thorn told you, she had two bullet holes in her head.

“If the execution was what killed her,” You say to Thorn, “She wasn’t killed here. There’s not nearly enough blood.”

Thorn is somehow even more tense than he was outside as he makes a note on his datapad, “Anything else?”

“Give me a minute,” You reply, standing and moving around to the other side. You look over the victim, and then tilt your head when you notice something strange. “Huh. What’s this then?” You murmur, more to yourself then Thorn as you reach out and adjust the thick jacket the victim was wearing. Your hand presses against something hard, and metal, and you hear a click that makes your blood freeze, and you slam your hand down on the victim’s chest. 

“Verd’ika?”

“I think there’s a bomb.” You say, turning panicked eyes up towards Thorn.

Thorn swears and tosses his datapad out the front door, and crosses the room to kneel across from you. He scans the body, and then swears again, “It is.” He confirms, “It looks like a pressure plate.”

“Sorry.” You whisper, “You should probably-”

“If you think I’m leaving you here, alone, with a bomb then you don’t know me well at all,” His voice is sharp, and for a moment you hate that he’s wearing his helmet, because seeing his face would offer you a little comfort. “Okay. Disarming the bomb isn’t possible, not now that it’s been triggered,” Thorn explains as he stands and walks around the body until he’s behind you.

“So what do we do?” You ask, glancing over your shoulder as he turns a thick table onto it’s side and moves it so it’s nearly pressed against your back.

“You are going to sit there,” Thorn replies, moving so he’s behind the table, and then reaching over the table and grabbing you under the arms, “Verd’ika?”

“Yeah?”

“This is going to hurt.” Is the only warning he gives, as he tightens his grip and pulls, jerking you away from the bomb, and over the table, and covering you with his own body in one smooth motion that he’s had to have practiced before.

The bomb detonates at the exact same time, and the last thing you remember, clearly, is the pain the Thorn warned you about.

You wake to the sound of a heart monitor beeping annoyingly in your ear. You slowly blink the sleep out of your eyes, and you can taste bacta on your lips. 

You half expect to be in the hospital, but you’re also not really surprised to see that you’re in the Guard’s Medbay. Slowly you try to sit up, only to stop when gentle hands press against your shoulders, laying you back. “You’re not supposed to move, verd’ika.”

“Thorn?” You quickly look him over, he’s wearing casual clothes, rather than his armor, which means you can see the bruises covering his arms, “Are you okay?” You ask.

“Me? Yeah, a couple of bruises. A minor concussion.” Thorn waves away his injuries as unimportant, “How are you feeling? You’ve been in a bacta tank for two days.”

“Pretty good, all things considered.” You lightly take his hand and squeeze it, “I thought that I would be in the hospital?”

“Yeah, well…” There’s something grim on Thorn’s face, “Someone put a hit on you.”

“On…me?”

“You’re very good at what you do,” Thorn replies, “We moved you from the hospital when one of the nurses tried to kill you.”

“I don’t…why?”

“You’re very good at what you do, cyar’ika.” Thorn says with a sigh, “You’re being moved into protective custody until we can figure out who’s trying to kill you.” He lightly takes your hand and squeezes your fingers, “I’m afraid you’re not going to have much privacy for a bit.”

You lay in the bed, thinking on his words, “Am I being forced to leave Coruscant?” You ask.

“No. You’re being moved into protective custody under the care of the Coruscant Guard. Well, to be more specific, we’re being moved into protective custody.” Thorn explains.

“Ah, you got stuck with babysitting duty.”

“I volunteered, cyar’ika.” Thorn replies, “You almost died because I didn’t do my due diligence.”

“It’s not your-”

“It is my fault. If I had done my damned job, the bomb would have been disarmed before you even arrived on scene.” Thorn interrupts, “So, I’m afraid you’re going to be stuck with me for a while.”

You sigh quietly, “It’s not that much of a hardship,” You murmur, “When I’m not working, I actually like spending time with you.”

He laughs quietly, and slowly releases your fingers to brush his fingers against your cheek, and you turn your head into his touch. “You know I only bother you as much as I do because I want you to look at me, right?” He asks quietly.

You smile gently, “I’m looking now, Thorn.”

His fingers pause, mid stroke, and his gaze locks with yours, “Yeah. I guess you are. And…do you like what you see?” Thorn asks, something hesitant in his voice.

“Always did.”

“You never said anything.”

“You never come to talk to me alone when we’re not working,” You reply, “Or I would have.”

A look of amusement crosses his face, “I didn’t know that you’re shy.”

“I didn’t either,” You admit with a laugh, “Just about this one thing, I guess.”

You fall into a comfortable silence, with his fingers gentle on your cheek. “Cyar’ika,” He says slowly, “Do you know what that means?”

“Something less insulting than verd’ika, I hope.”

“It means sweetheart.”

“Oh, that’s much nicer than being called Little Soldier.” You joke lightly.

He laughs quietly, and his thumb lightly ghosts across your lips, “Can I kiss you, cyar’ika?”

“I’m in a hospital bed and covered in bacta.” You reply.

“That’s not a no,”

You smile at him, “Yes, Thorn. You can kiss me.”

He flashes an almost blinding grin, and then he leans in and gently presses his lips against yours. His kiss is so breathtakingly gentle that you’re helpless to do anything more than let out a quiet whine into the kiss.

He breaks the kiss, and lays his arms on the bed and then he lays his chin on his folded arms, a grin on his lips, as he looks at you with a lovesick look on his face. And all you can do is blush and try to pull the blanket up over your head.

[kaminocasey]

Holy crap! 700!!! 😱

Congratulations Casey. You did so well. Also hapoy anniversary... Can’t believe it’s already a year that you are here and almost as long that we talk to each other. It git better with every month 😏

Fingers crossed 🤞 that I am one of the 15 lucky one’s to get a prompted fic from you.

If so... I'd like to suggest:

Thorn: "I'm not jealous.... you're just mine."

I want to see that sweet boy with his cute smile when he whispers these words.

(Also... I'm old enough for the naughty list - give me the good stuff 👀)

CARO MY DEARRRRESTTTT!!!! I AM SO SO SORRY THIS IS SO LATE!!! I hope you can forgive me and that I've at least made it up to you a little bit with this Thorn piece that I genuinely enjoyed writing? You've been so kind to me from the start and I'm so grateful to know you! Thanks for sticking around! <3

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI; Smutttt, oral (m receiving), unprotected sex between partners (wrap it up friends), slight angst? Jealous Thorn

WC: 1.3K

“Have a good night.” Fox grins at you as you tell him to have a good night and that you’ll see him in the morning. 

“You as well sir.” You smile politely and then turn as Fox’s door slides shut, finding Thorn with his arms crossed. 

You look around subtly to make sure no one is around before going to kiss him but he turns his head slightly so you catch the corner of his mouth. “What’s wrong?” Your eyebrows furrow with confusion.

He’s quiet for a moment and you start to think about all the things you’ve said to him over the last few days, just hoping you’ve not upset him. He’s not normally one to get upset over silly little things. But right now, he looks irritated.

“Thorn.” You run your hands up the cool plastoid armor of his arms and try to get him to uncross his arms.  

“I saw the way Fox was looking at you.” Thorn grips your hips and backs you up against your desk. 

“And?” You raise your eyebrows with a slight shrug. “What about it?”

Thorn’s eyes darken as he towers over you. “And I don’t appreciate it.” 

“Aw.” You tease him, running your thumb over his lip. “I didn’t know you got jealous, Thorn.”

He lets out a humorless chuckle as his hand slides up your stomach, over your chest, finding your throat and gently pressing in. “Oh, cyar’ika…” He grins, devilishly. “I’m not jealous. You’re just mine.” 

Before you can say anything, his lips crash to yours. You moan softly against him, making him smirk into the kiss. 

“Say it. Tell me you’re mine.” His voice is raspy and low with need and you think you know immediately where this is headed. 

“I’m yours.” You whimper as his free hand finds your clothed warmth, his thumb rubbing mindlessly over your clit, making the fabric catch in a way that sends heat throughout your veins. “Only yours.”

“That’s right.” He pulls you off the desk momentarily, pushing you down to your knees. “You wanna prove it?” 

You grin up at him with a nod, immediately undoing his codpiece, sending it clattering to the floor as you palm his hardened length. You glance at Fox’s closed office door, knowing he’s probably already snoring, but definitely not wanting to get caught. 

Thorn doesn’t care though, it seems. He pulls his length out of his body suit and starts to press toward your lips, encouragingly. 

“Go on.” He runs his fingers through your hair. “Show me that you belong to me.” 

You take Thorn’s hardened length in your hand, giving him two slow pumps making his lips part as he watches you. When you take the tip of his cock in your mouth, he presses further and your jaw relaxes instantly, prepared to take all of him. 

“So pretty on your knees for me.” He praises you as you take him further in your mouth. “Feels so fuckin’ good, cyar’ika.” 

You hum around him, taking him as far as you can until you're met with blonde curls against your nose. You constrict your throat around him and he groans loudly. Giving him a swift smack to the thigh with your eyes darting toward Fox’s door. 

Thorn chuckles. “You afraid of getting caught like this? With my cock down that pretty throat of yours?” 

He starts thrusting slightly and you moan around him, swirling your tongue around the veins of his cock. His grip in your hair tightens and you can tell he’s struggling to let you keep control. The realization turns you on more than you knew it could and you run your hands up his thighs until you find the base of his cock, twisting slightly as you continue bobbing your head on him.

“Osik…” He groans, watching as you pull away with a trail of spit following with you. “So fucking pretty.” 

His sounds go straight to your warmth and you clench around nothing, knowing you’re already soaked for him.

“Maybe I should make you prove that you belong to me?” You tease with a smirk. 

“That can be arranged.” He pulls you up and guides you to your desk.

You watch as he pulls your underwear down and drops them to the floor, loving the way his large hands look against your skin. He’s always been so good with his hands, but right now, you need his cock. 

“You want it?” Thorn teases your soaked cunt with the tip of his cock.

“Please… Thorn.” You look up at him with wide needy eyes. 

“Fuck I love the way you say my name.” He groans softly, leaning over to kiss you again. 

You feel him line himself up with you as he sinks in deeply, causing you both to moan against each other’s mouths, hotly. He slides his arm underneath you and lifts slightly so that he can push further into you and your fingers find your clit, rubbing firm circles as he starts to thrust and you try your best to keep your sounds low. 

“Maker, you’re so fucking hard.” You whisper, resting your head against his. 

“You have no idea.” He chuckles. 

“You should get jealous more often.” You tease, holding onto his neck. 

“I told you…” He starts thrusting harder. “I wasn’t jealous.” 

“Sure.” You roll your eyes, from his thrusting or his lie, you don’t know.

All you know is that this feels fucking amazing and you can’t even bring yourself to care that literally anyone could walk by and catch Commander Thorn giving it to you rough and dirty, all for being jealous of another commander. 

You start to feel that warm familiar feeling pool into your stomach and you know you’re so close. He pushes you on your back and replaces your own fingers with his own. You can’t help but watch as he pulls his fingers away, spits on your soaked cunt, and then returns his fingers.

“Tell me you’re mine.” You repeat his words, grinning up at him as you clench around him. “Just like I’m yours.”

“Oh fuck…” He groans, filling you up a little sooner than he wanted. “I’m yours, love. All yours. Always.”

His words send you over your edge with him, causing you to run your fingers up into his blond locks, and grip tightly as you cum hard around his cock, whimpering and begging for him. He groans softly, loving the way your fingers feel in his scalp and the way your voice gets when you cum. He’ll never get over it. 

You kiss him again before he pulls out gently, grabbing a few tissues to clean you up before himself. He hands you your underwear and you toss them back to him. 

“Keep them. I was thinking about you a lot all day so they’re probably… ahem… good material for later.” You chuckle. 

“You’re too perfect.” Thorn chuckles, placing a soft, sweet kiss to your forehead and then your cheek, finally settling on your lips. “Let me walk you home before anyone realizes I’m gone.”

He gathers up your bag, and offers his arm, guiding you to the lift. This thing between the two of you may be secret but you both know that one day, when this stupid war is over, the hope of your freedom to be with each other is what keeps you going at the end of the day. 

When Thorn gets you back to your apartment, he lingers in the doorway just a little longer than normal and you notice. 

“I’m sorry for getting jealous earlier.” He murmurs, leaning in your doorway, twirling your hair and then tracing his finger down your jaw. 

“It’s okay.” You reach up and kiss him, squeezing his other hand. “I hope you know you have nothing to worry about, though. I mean it when I say it… I’m only yours.” 

He rests his forehead against yours, closing his eyes and breathing you in, finally feeling all the worries fade into the background. “And I’m yours.”

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[coffeeandbatboys]

Hi there! Congrats on 400, you definitely deserve it!

If I can, I'd be interested in a match-up!

Likes: Reading, Writing, Watching Crime Dramas, hiking

Dislikes: Anything I'm not immediately good at, running

Personality: I'm very shy. I prefer to listen over talking. When I'm comfortable with someone I tend to have a sarcastic and dry sense of humor (which isn't for everyone).

Appearance: I'm average height, and this month, my hair is blue and purple. I wear glasses and I'm happier in casual clothes than I would be dressing up.

Fun fact: My ideal date would be a bookstore or library date with coffee.

I hope this is enough information!!

❤️ - @vodika-vibes

Hey, thanks! Helena says she's got a match for you, so I'll let her take over!

Helena: Welcome, friend!

After reviewing your application a few times, I've decided to pair you with a close friend of mine, Commander Thorn!

Thorn...oh, where to start with him. He's loyal, charming (and a hopeless romantic) and most importantly he's open to looking for a partner.

The two of you will get along in a casual, loving relationship. Thorn may write poetry and recite it to you daily (whether it's good or not, I'll let you decide. I suppose it's the thought behind it that counts).

After a long and stressful day of making sure Fox doesn't fly off his hinges, Thorn will be more than happy to come home to you and unwind in your embrace. He's cheeky enough that your dry wit won't turn him away; rather, he'll actually play into it once in a while.

He will be enamored with the beautiful colors you choose for your hair, and maybe he will even ask you to dye his own a few times.

As for a caf shop date.....He comes to Midnight Oil every Zhellday evening with Fox and Hound. So I could certainly set something up for the two of you.

Here's his comm code! I wish you two the best!

Coffee's 400 follower celebration at Midnight Oil caf house

[hetalianskywalker]

Day 17: Here

Pairing: Siren Thorn x Pirate Reader

Summary: You find someone unexpected guarding the edge of the Mandolarian sector.

Author’s Note: This man also fought me tooth and nail to be written so sorry if it’s a bit rough.

Warnings: cursing and I imply something 18+ happened off screen.

Word Count: 971

Prompt: How about this as a trade? You visit me personally, bring me jewelry and other nice things, flatter me with compliments, and then maybe I’ll grant you access to cross my waters. Sound good, pirate?”

Prompt from “Pirate x Mermaid Plots” by auideas

“Come on handsome. Please let us pass.” The group of red and white tailed Mer all got a good laugh out of that one. You roll your eyes before looking at their leader again. The blonde flashes you a dashing smile which is quite the feet with such sharp teeth.

“Sorry, cyar’ika. Strict orders from the Sea Alor himself.” You blink in surprise. Since when did the Mer clones work for their prime?

“Please! I’m not going to the Mandalore Isles; I just need to pass through the waters. I swear I will literally do anything!” You beg as your fists bang down on the ship railing.

“Anything?” The Mer asks as he tilts his head to the side.

“Anything. Please the empire is chasing me! I don’t have time for this.” You growl.

He looks you dead in the eyes and you swear you’ve met this particular Mer before. There is a decent possibility for it; you had lived on Coruscant for a little over a year with your Coruscant Guard lover, Thorn. You had met more Mer clones than you could count.

“Lower the ladder.” He says the command softly, but it’s a command nonetheless. You wave for your men to do as he says even as they turn to you terrified. After a stern look, they lower the latter. You watch him shift into human form; his red and white armor shines in the afternoon sun.

Once he’s on deck, you are able to see the wings on his helmet and your heart lands in your stomach. He is dead. Fox, Stone, and Thire had all told you he died.

“Don’t feel too bad you didn’t recognize me. You’ve never actually seen me in Mer form before.” Thorn chuckles as he takes off his helmet and shakes out his blonde curls. You stare in pure shock at the face of a man you had already mourned.

“Captain, who is this?” Your crew looks between you two very confused. You just stand there in complete and utter shock. Thorn’s smile fades for a second before he turns to look at your crew. He takes a deep breath and soft siren song fills the air. Your crew falls into a trance and they all pass out by the end of it; each dreaming of their most wanted desires. Thorn had sung you that same song on nights when your insomnia had been bad. Oh stars, it really was him.

“Where have you been?” You mutter. You sound utterly pathetic and you don’t care.

“Cyare...”

“Don’t ‘cyare’ me!” You scream as you stomp up into his personal space. “Where The Fuck Have You Been!?”

His hands cup your face and you finally notice you’ve been crying. You want more than anything to just dive into his arms, but you have been so angry at everything since he died. It felt like all the light in the world had gone out. Yet the world kept on going as your life fell apart after the battle of Scipio. Apparently, he had moved right along as well.

“I was dead for a few minutes and I was told some natural Mer found me. After they got my heart beating again, they took me back to Mandalore. The Sea Alor was setting the groundwork to help all of us and I couldn’t jeopardize that. It could have gotten you and so many of my brothers killed.” He’s trembling as he leans his forehead against yours. “But I missed you. There were nights when I would just ache to be with you. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

You throw yourself at him, wrapping your arms tightly around his neck. He squeezes you tightly in turn; your bodies molding against one another like they had so many times before. He was here. Thorn was really alive and here. This wasn’t a dream.

“So you went back to being a pirate?” Thorn teases as you lay in your bed with him. Your captain’s quarters had never felt complete up until now. You roll your eyes, but don’t move from your spot against his chest. You are far too comfortable.

You listen to him breathe and the soft sound of your crew’s feet against the deck above you. Thorn had woken them back up and ordered his men to let the ship through. He and a few of the men would accompany you to make sure you got through the sector without causing trouble.

“And you're still a guard.” You snort, causing him to chuckle for a quick second. You had so missed that sound.

“Hey, I’m having a lot more fun at this post than my last one. Thank you very much.” You cackle together at his teasing. It fades off into complete silence for a moment; you both need to discuss the future, but neither you really want to.

“So since my guardsmen can only give me special treatment this once, what do I need to bring to cross the sector next time?” You ask with a smile even though the thought of leaving his side again makes you want to be sick.

“How about this as a trade?” Thorn mumbles into your hair, but you can hear the small smile in his voice. “You visit me personally, bring me jewelry and other nice things, flatter me with compliments, and then maybe I’ll grant you access to cross my waters. Sound good, pirate?”

After a long pause, you’re both laughing again. You pull back from him just enough to kiss him; his laughter becomes lost in a soft moan.

“It would be my pleasure, siren.” You flirt with a smug smile as you pull back. You look into his soft brown eyes, just happy to have them in your life again. “No price is too high for you.”

[sev-on-kamino]

So here we go! There are so many options but Commander Thorn is your husband and I need more of him! And you said once he's bored and wants to play... I'm here and I'm ready! (So ready 😂)

I wanna ask for:

Commander Thorn, neon pink, midnight, you know I'm open for everything give me what you're feeling but I would love at least a little bit of spice 😎😏

Thanks and love ya!!

So tumblr ate my original post, but we’re still gonna rock out The Thorn Agenda! I’m nothing, if not ready to fight for my husband 😎 Things will deffo get mad spicy cause it’s Thorn, and it’ll be fun because yeah, he wants to play 😜

💙💙 love ya back!

warnings: predator/prey action, public sex, unprotected piv sex (protect yourself irl pls)

A/N: this got away from me. straight up. apparently even with my own rules I’m ungovernable, so it’s 9 sentences. it’s Thorn, so let’s just celebrate that I didn’t write 21 sentences 😅

It had started as a training exercise to see how long you could evade Thorn in the ever busy streets of Coruscant, which he enjoyed far more than he should, and despite your best efforts, he always caught you within minutes, leaving you disappointed, but Thorn refused to let you talk down to yourself, stating you couldn’t speak to his cyar’ika that way.

You trained harder, mapping out new routes, as you learned the city, discovering pathways that played to your strengths and against Thorn’s weaknesses, the lows and highs of your training districts, developing routes that would only make sense to you, ending each session with sore muscles and high spirits before you challenged Thorn: if he could catch you in less than 15 minutes, you’d indulge his long-held fantasy of taking you in public.

Thorn’s laugh rang out, genuine and full of pride for his confident cyare before growing serious and giving you a 5 minute head start, watching as you raced away, completely focused on the victory at the end of the timer; despite the late hour, Coruscant was teeming with life, providing obstacles in the form of club goers and night owls of every species.

He watched you weave expertly through the throng, analyzing the patterns in your movement that you, yourself, likely weren’t aware of, which told him you’d been out training on your own, and that made him grin, as he was impressed with you for taking initiative, for being so competitive that you’d utilized your limited free time to provide him with a challenge.

Dodging and weaving, spinning and sprinting, with your heart nearly leaping out of your chest, as you caught flashes of red and white out of the corner of your eye down every street, through the night market, past 3 different cantinas, but each time it turned out to be nothing, yet you still pressed on harder than before determination coursing through your veins.

When you reached the night club you’d staked out you finally looked over your shoulder, and feeling confident -since you hadn’t caught sight of those flashy red wings amongst the crowd for two blocks- you hoisted yourself up onto the fire escape and climbed to the roof, crossing the smooth surface to pull open the door leading down to the club, only to find Thorn leaning against the doorway with his arms folded like he’d been waiting for hours, causing you to take a surprised step back.

He pulled off his helmet, and tugged you into his arms, lightly kicking the door closed behind him, as he crushed his lips to yours, letting you bury your fingers in his curls a moment before spinning you around pressing you up against the door, and working your pants over your hips and halfway down your thighs, as he removed his codpiece and let it hit the floor.

He pressed a finger inside you and teased you for being so wet, asking if you’d been planning to lose all along so he’d fuck you like this, which elicited soft moans and begging that only encouraged him to add another finger to prepare you to take him right there beneath the neon sign flashing blue, pink, and purple, illuminating your illicit activity.

Thorn’s moan of pure satisfaction, as he sheathed himself inside you, was music to your ears, and as the bass from the club below buzzed its way up your body through your feet, Thorn rocked into you, rolling his hips and pressing a hand between your legs to play with your clit, bringing you along for the pleasurable ride, and you decided losing felt even better than winning.

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[wizardofrozz]

"Cut the crap and tell me what happened." with Thorn

Aftermath

Commander Thorn x senator aid!reader (GN)

Word Count: ~900

Warnings: violence, mention of a bomb detonating, death (in the background)

A/N: I plan on forcing my love for Thorn and all the corries on all of you 😈 enjoy a little hurt/comfort before smut takes over my brain again lmao

The silence only lasted for a moment. 

Then came the screaming. Voices calling for help, wails of pain, and shouts of names that you couldn’t comprehend right away. It felt like your head was going to cave in, a persistent ringing piercing through your skull even as you lay stationary. Opening your eyes was grueling and it took all of your willpower not to slam them shut at the blinding light overhead. 

The last few minutes came back to you in pieces as you blinked at the artificial sky over Coruscant. You had been trailing behind your senator one minute, discussing dinner party plans with your fellow aid when suddenly everything went dark. Now, soot and smoke adhered to the inside of your lungs, leaving a burnt taste on your tongue as you struggled to sit up. 

Your heart sank, the glow of burning debris reflecting in your eyes as you sat stunned. Bodies were strewn around the walkway, the few conscious beings attempting to offer help as the senate building burned in the background. You were so absorbed by the tragedy before you that you missed the thundering footsteps growing closer.

“Get a medic!” a familiar voice shouted. The volume of their voice had you scrambling away, your brain reeling until a red-winged helmet became clearer. Thorn. 

“Thorn?” you croaked, blinking rapidly. His head turned in your direction, pausing briefly before continuing to scan the area only to snap back to you at lightning speed. Every visible muscle locked up and he stood frozen for a moment before he was weaving through the mess, dropping to his knees at your side.

“Stars,” he breathed, hands hovering near your shoulders as he scanned your body. 

“Thorn,” you gasped, throwing your arms around his shoulders, nearly knocking him on his ass. 

“Hey, hey, it’s okay, muffin,” he whispered, restraining himself from squeezing you too hard. “What the hell happened?” You tried to recount the incident again, going rigid against his chest before leaning away with renewed desperation.

“The others,” you gasped, weakly trying to get out of Thorn’s grip. 

“Woah, slow down,” he argued, grabbing your scrambling hands. 

“We - we have to help them,” you snapped, trying to tug your hand free but Thorn held on. 

“No, I need to make sure you’re not injured,” he sighed, attempting to pull you into his chest again, “and I need you to tell me what happened.”

“I’m fine,” you growled, turning your head to meet his endless visor. A small part of you wished you could see his face but at the same time, it was probably for the best that it was concealed. “There are people that need help more than I do.”

“Stop,” Thorn barked, the tone of his voice piercing you like a blade. You sent still, focusing on the faceplate of his helmet again. Thorn had always been so sweet, tender in his gestures and never raising his voice in any serious situation with you. This was different, he sounded harsh, commanding. He’s doing his job, you absently realized. “Cut the shit and tell me what happened.” 

“I - I…we were leaving the senate building,” you stammered, the surge of adrenaline already starting to dissipate. Thorn’s grip on your wrists loosened and his gloved thumb lightly pressed on your thundering pulse. “It - it was a bomb. Someone bombed the senate building.”

“You’re doing great, muffin, what else,” Thorn urged, helping you into a sitting position. You were vaguely aware of one of his hands running over the length of your arms before a palm came up to rest against your cheek as you recounted all the details you could. 

“I woke up here but I have no idea how long it’s been,” was what you finished with, looking down at the duracrete beneath your legs. If it wasn’t for Thorn’s steady grip, the tremors racking your body would’ve been more obvious. It was no surprise Thorn was the one to physically hold you together, something he seemed to be an expert at. 

“Good job, cyare,” Thorn whispered, cautiously pulling you into a tight hug. “I’m so proud of you.” The weight of the situation hit you like a speeder and suddenly you were clinging to Thorn, clawing at his backplate in an attempt to get closer. You hadn’t realized you were crying until Thorn’s soft hushing crackled through his helmet's vocoder.

“Sorry,” you sniffled, hiding your face against his shoulder. 

“Look at me,” he whispered, gently tapping your back. You leaned away just enough to see the front of his helmet and a breath you hadn’t realized you had been holding rushed past your lips when he pushed the helmet up enough to rest on the crown of his head. The stray curl that had flopped onto his forehead caught your attention until Thorn cradled your face and forced you to meet his shining eyes. “I can’t begin to explain how happy I am that you’re alive. Do you understand that I could’ve lost you?” 

“I know,” you hiccuped, resting your hands over his. That’s when you saw it: the soul-shattering fear still lingering in his eyes. The realization that you were luckier than some of your colleagues made your chest ache. Thorn must’ve seen it because he tipped his head forward, bumping his forehead against yours with a shaky sigh.

“I love you so much,” he breathed, wiping away a stray tear with his thumb. “So if you could please sit still for five minutes and let a medic look over you, I’d appreciate it.” The laugh was hoarse and you almost didn’t recognize the sound as one from your own throat, but it did bring a smile to Thorn’s face. At least there was a bright side. 

“I guess I can do that,” you managed to get out. You could still feel his smile when his lips met yours and you let him hold you together one more time. 

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Safeguard (Thorn x Reader drabble)

Everyone can blame @blueink-bluesoul and @dystopicjumpsuit for this brain worm! My need for bodyguard!Thorn has increased 10 fold. The back story here is that you're a scientist who turned against the Separatists

Thorn had played so many roles in this first year of the war. Including the bodyguard.

It was always just a job. A job he took pride in, no question, but just a job. Until he met you.

Things were different with you.

He knew it the moment he met your eyes for the first time. He didn't know how things were different, but they were. And it was a mystery he was desperate to solve. A mystery of you that he gladly delved into every chance he got.

Thorn had always played fast and loose with certain rules, and the one that told him not to get close to you dissolved the first time you smiled at him. Technically, he should be treating you with the upmost scrutiny, you had changed sides once before, and others were paranoid you would do it again.

But Thorn knew better. He saw you, the real you. Who stayed hours late into the night, pouring over your work bench in the hopes of a break through. The real you cared about people.

You cared about his brothers.

"This is going to save a lot of lives," you'd whisper, more to yourself than anything, as you ran test after test on plastoid prototypes.

You cared about him, too. You never treated him like a servant or staff to be seen not heard. You talked to him, listened to him. And maker, the first time he made you laugh, he finally realized why you were different.

Despite your eager heart, there was something undoubtedly somber about you. Ripped and barred from your family, your home, all in the name of doing what was right. You were alone, isolated, trapped in a glass cage designed by the republic.

Yet somehow, you found it in yourself to warm up to him. To smile at him, to joke and tease. And laugh. Maker, Thorn loved making you laugh, if only because he saw the way it eased the loneliness in your heart.

A small, yet exceedingly selfish part of him hoped that the bounty the enemy placed on you never lifted.

Because if it never lifted, he would never have to leave your side. He would never have to wonder if you were safe while you slept. Never have to miss the nights when you found enough joy to dance as you made dinner in your tiny kitchen.

"Oh no, I made too much food," your tone was always a mock of concern, already piling the extra on a plate and insisting that your devoted bodyguard had to help you dispose of it.

Thorn had long since uncovered the mystery of you in many ways. Yet you still captivated him in every other way. He never wanted to know another night that wasn't spent with you, devoted to you, to safeguarding you.

He didn't care if it was his job or not, you were different, since the moment your eyes met his, you were different.

And he wanted to spend every day protecting you, not because he was your bodyguard, but because you had stolen his breath the first time you smiled at him, and captivated his heart with your laugh.

Duty or not, Thorn knew he was yours.

[queen--kenobi]

I’d love to hear your nsfw thots on the corries

Hhhmmm what haven't I covered

Okay. Thire eats ass and does so like a pro. I think he's old enough he's not ashamed of his desires and doesn't shy away from some of them

Thorn jokes about eating ass but is too chicken to actually do it

Fox won't admit it, but he prefers receiving to giving oral. Likes watching you choke on his cock

Tbh if you want to make Fox go nuts, blow him but take charge doing it. Make it fully on your terms, and Fox will be putty. He gets to give up control and gets a blowjob? Sold

People think Hound is the most vanilla but it's actually Thorn. Hound has "the shy ones are always kinky" type deals going on. Thorn just wants to laugh and have fun during sex

I feel like Hound could have a Daddy kink? Idk I'm torn because on the one hand, no. But on the other hand, I think he's a soft dom, and that title tends to go with soft Dom stuff

Maybe situational Daddy kink

Do not call Fox Daddy he does not fuck with that. Hard fucking no

Thire is a thighs and ass man. For this reason, summer is his favorite season