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13 — Reassignment

Hiding In Plain Sight

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Pairing: Commander Wolffe x reader

Word Count: 4.8k

Warnings: separation anxiety, phone sex, oral sex (described), fluffy fluffy feelings

Summary: A devastating battle makes history in the development of the Clone War resulting in all medics behind reassigned to help with with casualties

Tall columns made of jade green stone, massive arches and domes with painted murals and golden filigree. The People’s House of Leadership and Commerce they call it. Wolffe would call it a palace. That is the view through the cockpit as Slush makes the descent towards your destination.

General Plo was sent to discuss a new trade ordinance with the council of Denarian Prime in place of Senator Padiya of Dorin. General Plo and the 104th were to be welcomed to this massive structure with open arms to stay while discussing terms and providing protection for General Plo, though you could not fathom a reason he would need protecting in a place like this.

“I’ve never seen anything like it” Cinder says, as the team steps off of the ship.

“It’s architecturally similar to some of the justice buildings on Naboo and Adarondaria” General Plo comments “But the pure jade is striking and beautiful”

“I’m adding this to the list of top 5 missions we’ve been on” Slush says, grinning ear to ear.

“I hope these are some lengthy trade negotiations” you say “I think we could use a little luxury”

Just then a group of about ten people, all quite tall and visually stunning, wearing robes of ivory, silvery blue, and pastel green; arrive to greet you.

“Greetings honored friends” says the woman that appears to be leading the group “My name is Lo’o, I speak for the council and welcome you to Denarian Prime”

“Lo’o, it is my pleasure to make your acquaintance. I am Jedi Master Plo Koon” General Ploo gives a respectful bow. “This is the 104th Battalion, my second in command Wolffe” General Plo gestures to the group.

“Welcome, 104th Battalion” Lo’o smiles, she makes a gesture to the people standing with her. Two of them step forward holding platters of torn bread and oil. They pass General Plo and offer it to the men standing behind him. Some of the men are slightly confused, not knowing if they’re supposed to accept the offering or what to do with it. But you know, you’ve seen similar customs.

You smile and thank the man offering the bead, taking a piece of the torn bread and dipping it in the oil. You place the bread in your mouth and let him move on to the next person in the group. They catch on quickly and follow your lead.

Lo’o leads the group onward towards the palace before you. People walk freely in and out of the space, sit on the steps and speak in a language that seems to flow from their tongues like water in a stream. Many of them steal glances at your squad as you pass, curiosity you think, their eyes are interested not judgmental.

Wolffe walks beside you as you are led into a massive foyer, just as elaborate and beautiful as the exterior of the building.

“And I thought the senate building on Coruscant was amazing… this is incredible” he’s smiling, a small impressed and enamored smile.

“I had no idea you were so fascinated by architecture Commander” you smile, knowing full well how much he enjoyed studying structures like this.

He gives you a side glance, seeing you smirking and enjoying the beautiful facades and statues as well.

“We’ve had something like that before, the oil and bread” he says lowly “but I can’t remember where”

“Yes, at that little spot Rigga recommended” you say quietly “I’m surprised you remember it”

Wolffe hums in acknowledgment. In truth, he remembers every place the two of you have visited together. Every planet, every level of Coruscant, every shop, restaurant, village, and encampment.

Lo’o and her attendants guide the battalion through the great halls, giving a tour of what is essentially the most ornate community center you’ve ever seen. Open parlors and libraries where people sit together, tables laden with food for anyone to eat, store rooms full of tools and clothing people take and give and borrow and exchange. Your cynical mind wonders what’s the catch? Who suffers for all of this to be possible? If the answer is no one, then why is this not done everywhere?

Lo’o invites everyone to join her in a more private meeting space so that council can convene and negotiations can begin. You’re just about to join them when Wolffe’s com link begins beeping. He steps away from the group to answer it, normally you’d just continue on with the group and await the information with the rest of the battalion. But you’re pulled up short when you hear your own name and rank being mentioned.

“Of course she’s here with us” Wolffe says, eyebrows furrowed in what could either be concentration or frustration.

You stand just out of sight of the hologram, if they wanted to speak to you directly, they would have com’d you.

“There’s a transport landing in the next few minutes to take her” says the voice on the other end, a clone’s voice but with no image you can’t distinguish if it’s someone you know personally.

“You couldn’t have given us any more warning? We’re on deployment, she belongs with us” Wolffe says through gritted teeth “What am I supposed to do without a medic?”

“We’re sending a replacement to relieve her,” the voice replied.

“I did not authorize a reassignment” He snaps

“No commander, you did not, this goes above your authority” the voice on the other end sounds annoyed and inpatient. Almost like this communication is not the only one they’re going to have to make with a similar message, and Wolffe is taking up too much of their precious time. “Those are our orders, sir”

“Fine” Wolffe ends the transmission. He stands there for a moment glaring at a water basin. His own reflection glares back at him. He still doesn’t like to look at his own face, he closes his eyes and turns away.

“Wolffe?” You say lightly

He turned quickly, he didn’t even know you were standing there. He tries to think of something to say, a way to talk both of you out of what is about to happen. He frowns and shakes his head.

“Wait here, I will be right back” he says

“Commander—“ you try to pry

“Wait here” he says again, walking past you to go into the meeting room.

You’re a doctor and a soldier. You’re good at shutting off worry and fear when you need to. But you can’t seem to do that right now. There’s no threat or enemy in front of you to blast at. There is no brother in arms or friend of the cause to save from an injury. Just this looming bit of news that has shaken and angered Commander Wolffe, that you have to stand there and wait to receive.

He comes back a few moments later and close the door behind him.

“What’s going on?” You ask him, trying to be as simple and direct as possible.

“You’re being reassigned.” he says.

“What? Why?” You’re stunned. You’ve been reassigned more times that you can count. Mostly because you were always on temporary assignment anyway. But this is different. This is your squad. Your family.

“The occupation on Atraken” he says.

“That’s a cold war zone. That occupation has been ongoing for over a year. Who ordered this?” Anger is rising in you. “I’m being shipped off to a stalemate? A mutually assured destruction and disaster waiting to happen?”

“The disaster has already happened,” he explains.

That makes you shut up. If the armistice has been broken, you aren’t being sent to a cold war’s front line, you’re being sent to an intensive care unit in a hot zone.

“How many?” You ask, gravely. “How many people are dead already?”

“Millions” he says “All medical officers ranking executive down to sergeant are being called in to help the wounded who managed to escape the planet”

“Gods” you shake your head “What about the squad? What about all of the squads about to have no medical personnel?”

“Apparently, newly minted medics and anyone under the rank of Sergeant are being reassigned or getting their first orders for deployment to take your places” Wolffe frowns “There’s a transport on its way here to pick you up, and we better be out there when it lands”

You follow him back down the beautiful corridor you just came from. You try to take in all of this beauty and opulence while you can, it will be the last lovely thing you see for a long time. Anxiety begins to build in your chest, as the sunlit entrance to the building quickly approaches.

“Commander I—” you don’t know what to say, not here in public for anyone to see or hear. This might be the last time you see him for a very long time. This might be the last time you see him, period.

“I will fight for you to have your place back with us” he says before you can even get the words out of your mouth “Duty comes first, we both understand that. But you’re one of us. You belong with us. When this crisis is over, I will see you returned to us”

Just then a Republic transport ship touches down on the landing pad. You turn away from the ship towards Wolffe “Tell the lads goodbye for me” you try to keep the quiver from your voice. You’re battling yourself here. You want to tell him you love him. You may never see him again. You could die on this deployment. He could die while you’re away. The war could stretch on forever and displace you from each other. What if you never get another chance to say it? “Wolffe I—“

“Ah, the fabled Captain of the Wolf pack” a voice comes from behind you. And that’s it. The opportunity is gone. Your face shifts to serious and professional, you turn to face the voice.

You don’t recognize this person. He’s a small, puggish looking man. Wearing a clean and crisp civilian soldier’s uniform and no armor.

“And who are you?” Wolffe asks gruffly.

“Doctor Roy Farangian” he says “And you must be Commander Wolffe, your reputation precedes you” he gives Wolffe a once over, and looks somewhat unimpressed.

“How do you figure?” Wolffe asks, barely keeping the snarl out of his voice.

“Well I… you see… I” clearly whatever Doctor Roy Faragian had been thinking about Wolffe, he didn’t have the courage to actually speak it out loud.

“That’s what I thought. Stand at attention Corporal, while I see the Captain off” he brushes past his newest recruit and expects you to follow. You make no effort to regard your irritating replacement, and follow a step behind him.

“Load up Captain, we’re on a schedule” the pilot calls down from the cockpit

Wolffe places a hand on your shoulder, “We see each other again” he says “I promise”

“Try not to let the lads kill him” you force a smile “Send me a com, I’ll reply when I can spare the time”

“I will” he says

“Times up Captain, we have to go” the pilot says

“Goodbye, Commander” you say as the door closes and the ship begins to take off.

“Goodbye Captain” he says to himself. He swallows the lump in his throat as he watches the ship carry you away. He doesn’t linger, he needs to make sure this shiny new doctor knows his place and the team is informed.

But when he turns he doesn’t see the Corporal standing at attention as he had instructed. Instead he’s examining one of the statues adorning the water feature in the walkway with a disapproving and distasteful look.

“Corporal” he barks, startling the young doctor “I ordered you to stand at attention”

He scrambles to stand back at attention, but makes no statement of apology. Wolffe rolls his eyes and shakes his head in frustration.

“Alright. Here’s how it’s going to be. You will collect your things and load them onto our ship. Then you will follow me back to where the squad is being quartered by our hosts. When, and only when, I say so you will be formally introduced and briefed on our mission here. Is that clear?”

“Why can’t you just brief me on it now?”

“Corporal the correct answer to my question of ‘is that clear’ is yes sir or no sir” he snaps “And you will address me as Commander or sir to show your respect and compliance to the authority of my rank. Is that clear?”

The corporals face twitches a bit, it’s clear he has never had to take orders or address anyone with higher status as him “Yes sir”

“Good. Now move”

—————

General Plo’s meeting lasted several hours, and concluded with a feast open to all. Wolffe privately pulled the squadron aside and introduced Corporal Faragian, who immediately requested to be called Doctor Faragian.

“Where’s the Captain?” Boost asked, not even acknowledging Roy.

“All medics have been called to assist with the fallout of Atraken” Wolffe explains

“So why’s he not being deployed there too?” Comet asks, arms crossed.

“Allow me to rephrase. All medics ranking higher than sergeant have been called to assist” Wolffe corrects himself

“Ah, so we just get the shinies and the unambitious” Sinker surmises

“I’ll have you know—“ Roy tries to cut in

“No one asked for your opinion on the matter” Slush interrupts him

“Alright that’s enough” Wolffe barks “We’re still guests here for the time being. Be polite, represent the republic well, and be ready to leave the second General Plo gives the others. Understood?”

The men chorus “Yes sir” except for Roy who stands there with an offended and disappointed look on his face.

“Dismissed,” Wolffe says, turning away and heading off to find General Plo. But Slush catches up with him before he can accomplish his goal.

“Commander” he falls in step with Wolffe

“I don’t want to talk about it,” Wolffe says, before Slush has a chance to say anything.

“This is hardly the time or place to talk about that, I was going to ask you about the Corporal” Slush says under his breath

“What about him?” Wolffe asks, somewhat embarrassed about assuming what Slush was going to say. Slush is no fool, he knows better than to say something about yours and Wolffe’s private relationship.

“If he's gonna stay with us, for any amount of time, he has to actually be able to keep up and follow orders. It might be a good idea to make him run a gauntlet drill when we get back to our cruiser” Slush suggests

“Even if he fails the drill, we won’t be able to get rid of him. Over a thousand medics have been pulled from their deployment to render aid… we’re getting whatever is left” Wolffe says gruffly “Regardless, keep an eye on him while we’re here. Make sure he doesn’t embarrass us, and test him when we’re back on the cruiser”

“Yes sir” Slush nods “And sir, we will get our Captain back”

Wolffe finds that he is unable to enjoy all of the delicious food being offered to him at this banquet. You should be here. Laughing and talking with the locals like you always do. Playing games with the children. Learning their stories and giving them your own stories in return. You should be making mmm’s and aahh's at the food and drinks. And adding things to your lists of things he loves.

He isn’t the only member of the squad bothered by your absence. At the feast things are quiet to start, except for Roy who chews with his mouth open and never seems to stop talking, even when no one is listening. Eventually Slush begins speaking over Roy’s blathering and things feel slightly more normal, as the men begin to laugh and talk.

General Plo ends the night early, thanking Lo’o for the hospitality of her people, their acceptance of trade terms, and promising to visit again soon with goods and delicacies from Kel Dor. After the ship has been loaded and taken off, General Plo pulls Wolffe aside.

“I feel that the team has become unbalanced and uneasy from our sudden change in roster” he points out “Remember to check in with your own feelings on the situation, listen to them, accept them, and allow them to pass. If our new medic is truly not a good fit, speak to me directly and we will get things sorted out”

“Thank you General, your wisdom and guidance is always appreciated and helpful” Wolffe says with a nod. And he means it. As much as he wants to hate this new medic, he knows that he must set a good example by not being biased towards him. But at the same time, he does command the battalion, and he will not tolerate disrespect if it continues.

——————

Slush was right. Doctor Roy Faragian may be a doctor of medicine. But he is no field medic, and almost definitely should not be holding the rank of Corporal. He failed 7 out of the 9 tests in the gauntlet drill, he regularly taps out during daily physical training with the squad, slows the group down in team training exercises either because he moves slowly and noisily or because he keeps stopping the drill to ask needless questions.

By the end of the second month following your departure Wolffe has a near permanent tension headache and a fuse shorter than his little finger. On this particular day he called a training exercise early because he just could not stand to hear him talk or fail so boisterously anymore. He assigned him a double shift of guard duty, told the lads not to disturb him unless absolutely necessary and went back to his quarters.

He takes off his armor and lays down on his bed in just his fatigues. He’s had a hard time sleeping lately. You’d become such a fixed thing in his life, even if you didn’t actually have sex or even sleep over in his bed every night, you at least would see him and talk to him everyday. He’s sent you a few com’s here and there while you’ve been gone and he’s gotten some short hand responses. All can be accessed or intercepted so it’s not like they could be honest anyway. But he misses you fiercely.

He can’t get you out of his head today. What are you thinking? What are you doing? Are you safe? Are you being treated well? Do you think about him? Do you miss him? Do you miss him the same way he misses you? He loves you. He loves you so much it hurts his chest and makes his ribcage ache. Do you love him? Do you love him as much as he loves you?

Just then his com begins to beep, he picks it up and sees it’s an anonymous chain code. Annoyed by the interruption, he considers not answering it, but duty gets the better of him and he answers anyway.

“This is Commander Wolffe. Identify yourself” he answers formally.

“Hello Commander” comes your voice. Sweet and clear as day. Not a crackling, interference riddled holo recording. This is your true voice on the other end of the com line. Before he can stop himself your name tumbles from his lips, excited and questioning to make sure it’s really you.

“Of course it’s me! I hope you’re not getting late night calls from other service members Commander” you tease him

“To be fair, it’s not late night here at the moment” he quips, putting a hand behind his head and keeping the com near his mouth so you can hear him and he can hear you.

“Fair enough” you laugh a little “So how are you?”

“You want the truth or the sugar coat?” He asks, already starting to feel more relaxed just from hearing your voice.

“The truth, obviously” you laugh.

“This rookie medic they sent us to fill in for you is driving me up the walls” he admits.

“Because he’s too green or because you don’t like him?” You ask.

“Both” he chuckles “Oh you’d hate him. He’s a weakling. Can’t run. Can’t shoot. Can’t fight. He takes forever to stitch a wound. Doesn’t believe in physical therapy. And for whatever reason he maintains an arrogant and disrespectful personality. Insisting we call him Doctor”

“Gross” you giggle “Has he never seen combat?”

“Not a day in his life” Wolffe sighs “Part of me wants to be sent to a combat zone, just to get some actual experience on this kid, but I’m not about to let anyone on our team get killed just so Greenie can get some credibility as a soldier”

“If he’s as bad as you say, I’m sure the lads are giving him a hard time as well” you chuckle, just thinking of your team and the things they might say.

“You have no idea. I’m sure it’s ever worse when I’m not there” he smiles

“Good. I would be worried if they were all being buddy buddy and not giving the shiny a hard time” you say “But aside from that, how have you been?”

“I’ve been worse” he shrugs, not an untrue statement. He doesn’t really want to talk. He’d rather hear your voice. “How are you?”

“I’m okay today” you tell him “Things…. Things were bad when I got here. It felt never ending. I understand why everyone was called in, there wasn’t enough of us as it was… but things have gotten better now”

“You sound well rested. Your last communication you were slurring words worse than a shiny on shore leave” he chuckles

“I wasn’t on shift today, so I slept all day long. The first full 8 hours I’ve gotten in weeks. So even though it’s the middle of the night now, I’m wide awake and well rested” you explain “I haven’t been this clear headed in over two months… Do you know what the first thing I thought of was?”

“Tell me”

“You” Your voice hangs in the air. You are hundreds of thousands of light years apart from each other right now, but he could swear your lips are right by his ear.

“Mmmm” he hums “Tell me more”

“There’s a supply closet that’s nearly empty here on this base” you mention “I keep thinking, it’s far away from barracks and patient rooms. You could practically fire a blaster in there, and no one would know”

“And why would I care about an empty supply closet? Hm?”

“Because I know you Commander” you purr “I know what you sound like when I stroke your cock. I know how you like to groan when you push yourself into my pussy. I know that sound you make when you cum”

Wolffe feels a wave of warm arousal travel from the crown of his head down the entire length of his body and settle in a knot in his belly. He closes his eyes, thinking about this far away secluded supply room, and you beckoning him forward into it.

“Is that what you do in that supply closet? Stroke my cock? Bend over for me so I could push myself into you?” He asks, putting a hand on his own chest and letting it drift down towards his stirring hard on.

“Maybe” you tease “Maybe I’d press you up against a wall and get down on my knees for you. Maybe I’d take off your armor piece by piece and pull down your fatigues”

His breath deepens, the warmth in his belly is starting to feel hot as he begins to stiffen in his undershorts.

“I’d drag my nose over your hip. Dig my nails into your thighs” you describe, picturing this scene you’ve painted in your mind “I’d start so gentle… it’s no fun if there’s no build up” you purr

He palms himself over his undershorts, he imagines it’s your hands and instead of his own. A low groan works its way out of his chest. An assurance to you that you’ve got his full attention and he’s following your lead.

“I know exactly how I would do it, every movement, every sound” you grin, seeing him laying on his bed and touching himself to your voice in your minds eye “My hand stroking you where my mouth just can’t reach”

He can’t stand his own teasing. He pulls down his undershorts, freeing his flushed cock to curve upwards towards his belly. With a palmful of spit he’s hastily given himself for some small degree of aid in giving himself pleasure the way you would if you were here, he begins stroking himself.

“Mmm… tell me more… tell me” he groans, making full strokes.

“I can feel where you’d have your hands in my hair Wolffe… guiding my head down on you, helping me take you deeper” you feel yourself getting a little aroused too picturing this fantasy “Stars my mouth would be so full, my lips stretched wide around you… fuck your cock’s so big”

His hand moves without direction or conscious thought from him, he’s too preoccupied picturing the sounds you’d be making gagging around his length. Drooling on yourself a little. He’s getting close, it’s been so long, and he’s been so pent up.

“Where are you gonna cum Wolffe” you ask in a voice sweeter than syrup. “On my face? On my tits? You wanna hold my mouth open and cum on my tongue?”

“nuuhhh fuck” he groans. A tremor shoots down his legs and makes his whole body tense as hot cum splatters onto his naval. His mind is as still and clear as water on a lake with no wake or breeze.

You listen through the com device as he lets out the most satisfying deep breath. The relief and relaxation it provides him, gives you peace.

After a moment or two, he opens his eyes and uses a towel to clean himself up a little. He catches himself wishing it was your tongue… what he really wishes is for you to just be here.

“Thank you” he says “Nothing in the galaxy could have helped me guess this was how my evening started” he chuckles. Your laugh in response makes his heart ache painfully.

“I’d be lying if I said I didn’t plan this to some degree. Any moment I’m not working, I’m thinking about you” you admit “maybe not sucking you off in a broom closet specifically… but you know what I mean”

“I’ve been thinking about you too. We were on a planet the other week. White sand beaches. Crystalline water, warm like a bath. The people there were so… you would have loved meeting them” he recalls.

“That sounds amazing. Maybe we’ll get to go back there someday” you say dreamily “I love swimming”

“I wish you had been there” he says “Not even that we needed a medic worth their salt… I just… missed you”

“You miss me?” You smile, wishing you could see his face right now

“Mhm” he swallows hard. He wishes he could be having this conversation in person… but he won’t hold out again, he won’t have his opportunity ripped away from him a second time “I miss you a lot… I wish we had gotten a proper goodbye”

“It all happened so fast… I hardly knew what was happening before the door closed in front of me” you try to explain “There was a lot I wish I had gotten to say”

His heart skips a beat and he almost feels woozy for a second “What would you have said?”

There is a breath of silence. Dead air that hangs heavy between you. You close your eyes, pinching them shut against the reality that you have to admit this from billions of miles away from each other.

“Wolffe I’ve never met anyone like you… I’ve never met anyone who makes me feel the things you make me feel…” you get a little choked up “I wish I was there with you right now… I wish the war was over so we could have a chance—”

He interrupts you, speaking your name so softly. He can picture your face. Your eyes, your nose, your smile. Every hair on your head and fleck on your skin. “I love you”

A couple tears spill from your eyes “I love you” you whisper back

“I promised you I would make sure you got to come back to us” he says “I will make good on that promise, I swear”

You sniffle and make yourself laugh a little “I know you will”

“I love you” he repeats, feeling a immense weight being lifted from his chest as he says it “I love you so much”

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cloneloverxoxoxox · 10 months

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Something I’ve never had

Commander Wolffe x fem!reader

unsure of the word count ( this is my first ever mini story , not proof read so I apologise now )

This is literally my own fic so somethings tie in with The Clone Wars some don’t

Warnings : nothing too major just some awkwardness & abit of flirting ☁️

If you want a follow up let me know 🥰

Day 1 : You meet through work & instantly you are attracted to him but does he feel the same?

You spend ages in front the mirror in your fresher room your bright blue eyes shining back at you as you carry on with your morning routine , ensuring your makeup is just right but not too much, slicking your long black wavy hair into a ponytail , faffing with your shirt & taking the last sip of your morning caff, as you leave the room and head to the kitchen to place your empty mug on the side you take a deep breathe and begin to leave your apartment to catch a speeder to the GAR base where you start the first day of the rest of your life. Usually you work within the senate fighting for the rights of clones as does your farther , he is rather friendly with Padme who you’ve been introduced to a few times , attended dinners & conferences with her , you’ve also met Anakin Skywalker , Ashoka, the boys from the 501st and Master Obi wan Kenobi and his troops, so really this so getting the job of accompanying certain Jedi Cruisers to see how they are being treated how the Admirals treat them etc is down to your father. But you don’t mind you kinda like the excitement plus seeing all those good looking clones. A short while passes and you are introduced to Master Plo Koon , he warmly greets you and welcomes you aboard , you both are chatting away discussing the war amongst other things as you walk by you get a few cat calls from the Shinys nothing you did not expect being the only female on this cruiser , as you step into the Bridge that’s when you first notice him… he seems to tower above the other clones with his distinct grey and white armour , so broad , so handsome you can feel yourself blushing a deep pink , your insides are tingling. Master Plo Koon walks you over to him

“ Commander Wolffe this is Crystal , you will address her as Senator , she will be joining us while we carry out the Relief Mission to Aleen, please introduce her to the Pack and make her feel welcome … which I trust you will “

You give him a very small smile whilst holding your hand out ready to shake his and all he does is look you up and down letting out a small grunt.

“We are needed in the main hanger , it’s time we start the landing procedures, if you’d like to follow me” says Commander Wolffe in a firm deep voice “er..erm ok yes of course please lead the way Commander” you stutter out softly; Wolffe leads the way as you try to hurry your pace to catch up with him, your small 5’5 legs are no where near as quick as him you both reach the elevator down to the main hanger Wolffe stepping in first you follow suit. An awkward silence fills the small compartment with just you and him until a further 3 floors down 6 troopers pile in with a quick greeting but you loose your footing and fall back into the tall handsome Commander , your curvy behind gently brushed across his codpiece and you feel his hands against your hips steadying you , an even bigger awkwardness fills the elevator then Wolffes hands after lingering for a few seconds let go.

OH MY MAKER did that really happen you think to yourself , he already thinks you shouldn’t be here on his cruiser now you’ve just pushed your ass into him…

Wolffe leads you over to one of the hun ships where you meet R2-D2, C3PO , Boost , Sinker & Comet all of them greet you warmly especially Boost who gives you a cheeky grin and a little wink you can’t help but smile. As you land into Aleen Commander Wolffe begins debriefing everyone , but you and Boost find yourselves having some slightly flirty banter much to Wolffes disapproval.

As the hours go on your back in the Gun Ship typing notes on your Holopad when you hear a deep clearing of the throat you look up to see Commander Wolffe staring right into your soul

“can I help you at all Commander?” 𝗠𝗔𝗞𝗘𝗥 He is so good looking urhh why am I even thinking this!

“Do you have everything you need?” His voice knocks off your own trail of thought “Yes I have everything , thank you Commander . I’ll be sure to come to you if I do need anything” it sounded sexier in your head than how it sounded aloud

“Well we should be leaving soon , that damn translator droid is still out here somewhere and we can’t leave until he is back, I’ve sent Sinker and Boost to try and locate him”

“Ohh if you lost C3P0 I know Padme would be most upset.. Sorry Senator Amidala” you say rather embarrassed , you see out the side of your eye Wolffe is giving you his famous eye rolls you’ve been told about from Boost

“Yes well my orders were to come here to provide support and aid which my men have done , once we leave this planet I will be off loading those too” he says dryly.

“ Right well, if you would excuse me Commander I have a few more things to attend too and a few troopers to speak too” and on that note you get up and leave

Wolffe watches as you walk away, the way your ass jiggles in those skin tight black pants you have on, the way your beautiful long black hair gently sways in the wind , he notices you turn back ever so slightly just for a second catching your glance holding it for longer than he cared to admit… those bright blue eyes those big full lips wow he can feel himself become flustered… that isn’t him so he carries on with his work to get you off his mind. Yet he can’t seem too. An hour so later C3P0 and R2-D2 have still not returned however Wolffe notices you and Boost have been laughing and chatting near some rocks , he could of sworn he saw Boost place his hand on your thigh , that riled him up storming over to you both “TROOPER Did I not ask you to find those damn driods ? Not sit here and try chatting up the Senator ! Find them and report back “ he almost growled out Boost stood to attention and a quick “Yes Sir!!” He walked away leaving you and Commander Wolffe alone again … which you didn’t mind

“Err err Commander Wolffe Boost erm was not speaking to me in any appropriate way he was just telling me about your missions you’ve all been on” “ I’m sorry if I was keeping him from his duties” you say looking up at him batting your long dark lashes lips slightly parted

“Senator but my men have work to do so if you can keep your questions to a minimal” he snarls then walks away

𝘄𝗼𝘄 𝗼𝗸 𝘄𝗲𝗹𝗹 𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗹𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗹𝘆 𝗱𝗼𝗲𝘀𝗻𝘁 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗺𝗲 𝗱𝗼𝗲𝘀 𝗵𝗲

that thought keeps running through your mind as you all leave the planet and head back to the Cruiser even as your walking down to your personal quarters, it’s not a good feeling you don’t like it

Dinner time soon comes around so you make your way to the mess hall only to be greeted by the smiling faces of Boost, Sinker and Comet “come and sit with us Senator we may as well get to know each other abit better eh “ Sinker let’s out with a gleem in his eye

“ ok ok thank you I will sit with you “ it comes out sounding so shy and sheepish but you do feel welcome , just as your tucking into your food Commander Wolffe enters holding a Holopad as he’s walking over to the table you can feel his eyes on you again but you can also feel that heat building up inside you “my office now Senator “ as he reaches the table said in a cold manner

“ok Commander” you stutter out … barely

𝘄𝗵𝘆 𝗱𝗼𝗲𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗺𝗮𝗻 𝗱𝗶𝘀𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗺𝗲 𝘀𝗼???

On the way to Wolffes office there is a deadly silence apart from the odd com going off or the voices of troopers from the 104th , as you both enter his office Wolffe sits down you stand there nervous but trying so hard to keep your composure

“at ease” he says very monotone

“I just wanted to go over some of your notes from todays mission so we are both on the same page”

As you lean down closely next to him to go over the notes he can smell your sweet floral perfume lingering , he can hear your soft little breathes, the way you play with your hair and the delicatiness in your voice as your speaking..it’s driving him crazy

You are just about to turn to the last page of notes regarding todays mission on the Holopad when you and Wolffe both go to touch it at the same time your fingers ghost over his thick gloved digits and linger for just a few moments , he makes no attempt to move neither do you , the sexual tension in the air is almost unbearable until Wolfee harshly snatched his hand away

You let out a small cough “ Apologies Commander it won’t happen again Im just very tired, if that’s all you need me for then I will be retiring to my quarters for the night” the words spoken so quietly from you, your confused not sure what just happened but you know you need to leave

Commander Wolffe steps up from his desk “That is all Senator” said again so coldly as he watched you leave his office , watching the sway of your perfect curvy hips and perfect ass

𝗠𝗮𝗸𝗲𝗿 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝗶𝗻𝗳𝗿𝘂𝗶𝗮𝘁𝗲𝘀 𝗺𝗲 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝘀𝗵𝗲𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝗼𝘀𝘁 𝗯𝗲𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗶𝗳𝘂𝗹 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝘀𝗲𝗲𝗻 ⠀

That’s all he can think about all night as he’s laid in his bed staring up at the grey walls , you the girl he met earlier today, the girl his brothers especially Boost had been flirting with , the girl he wants and feels like he needs to protect but wants to ravage at the same time

𝗡𝗢 ⠀ 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗽 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝘀 𝘄𝗿𝗼𝗻𝗴⠀ 𝗜 𝗰𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗸 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀….

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Summary: Kinktober Day 3 — Anal with Commander Wolffe Pairing: Commander Wolffe/Reader; fem!reader with no mentions of her appearance. Rating: Explicit, 18+ (Younglings, foundlings, and cadets BEGONE) Warnings: Explicit sexual content, smut; Anal play, unprotected PIA sex (PRACTICE SAFE SEX), oral sex (f!receiving), fingering, biting and marking, mentions of PIV, mentions of oral sex (m!receiving), masterbation, the fuck buddies-to-lovers dynamic fits Wolffe so well, some angst and description of Wolffe losing his eye, language. Word Count: 1.4k

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The guttural groan that left your lover as you spread your legs for him was music to your ears. And a wicked smile spread across your face.

How you had managed to keep a straight face all night, you weren’t quite sure. There had been a couple close calls, ones where you’d shifted too suddenly, or simply been tempted to drop a hint or two. But you’d held out, and you were quite proud of yourself for it. It was more than worth it, hearing that groan and seeing the hungry look in Wolffe’s eyes as they fell upon the glitter of the silver, white-jeweled plug nestled snugly within your ass.

When you and Wolffe had started your little tryst, not long after surviving the attack of the Malevolence, it had been simple — a release. Battle affected everyone — including commanders and battlefield medics. The first time Wolffe had slid into you, inside that tiny, standing-room-only supply closet, it had been more about chasing the high of release than pleasuring each other. Chasing a feeling other than grief or fear or battle-born adrenaline. To feel something else. Anything else. Starving for the touch of another, touch that didn’t include the possibility of injury or death or impersonal medical attention.

And the fact that it was Wolffe giving you your release... That was just a bonus.

Over time, the two of you had leaned more and more into each other. The desperation for release, for a distraction, faded away. Melted into a genuine affection for each other. One neither of you would own up to, but that was beside the point. You both slowed down. Of course you still enjoyed the occasional escape into a supply closet, but more and more, you now found each other elsewhere. Somewhere you could slow down. Somewhere you could swallow his heavy cock and enjoy the feeling of it in your throat. Somewhere he could throw you down onto a surface and eat you until you soaked his face. Somewhere he could edge you, just the tip of his cock breaching your walls, making you beg and squirm beneath him. Somewhere you could lay yourself on top of him, grinding into his thigh while peppering his chest with purple marks.

It wasn’t until after Wolffe’s attack, the battle where he’d lost his eye, that you had truly acknowledged your feelings for him. You thought you’d gone into cardiac arrest when you’d seen the flash of red light, and the matching red slash across his face.

He’d made it, of course. Wolffe would never let someone like fucking Asajj Ventress take him down. And though it had taken time to get used to it, he now wore the scars and cybernetic eye with pride.

The mismatched eyes were now trained on you, something deeply carnal inside them. You continued to grin, wiggling your ass just the slightest bit and shimmying down the bed, closer to his swollen cock.

“See something you like, Commander?”

Wolffe’s lip curled up into a hungry snarl, but it didn’t hold, instead morphing into an amused smirk. His eyes flicked down to your ass again, drinking in the sight of the grey, white-jeweled plug. Wolfpack colors. They always looked so pretty inside you.

Rather than answering, however, Wolffe manhandled you onto your hands and knees. You giggled lightly, curving your back into an arc, presenting yourself to him.

The first touch of his tongue to your core was always so divine. Wolffe was such an intense lover, so unlike any you’d had before. An intensity carried over from his role and job as a commander. You’d always reveled in it, the pressure of his attention alone enough to make you soak through your panties.

Wolffe pressed his tongue into you, lapping a long strip all the way up your core, touching to your clit, dipping into your folds, and snapping up to flick across the jewel of the plug, nudging it just enough to make you clench.

“Wolffe, don’t tease,” you said, voice breathier than you’d intended. Wolffe hummed from where he was nibbling and sucking a mark into your thigh. A dribble of cool spit spilled across your core, making you squirm.

Not that you needed the added wetness. You’d been dripping all night.

“How long you been wearing this, mesh’la?” Wolffe rumbled, languidly sucking your clit in a way that betrayed the eagerness you’d seen in him earlier.

“Since — since before —” you gasped as he dipped his tongue into your cunt. “— since my shift ended.”

Wolffe slid two fingers into your cunt, now sucking a mark into the base of your left cheek. Your thighs trembled with need. He stroked down its length softly, teasingly.

“So eager, mesh’la. Love when you’re like this.”

Wolffe had been unusually unsure when he’d asked if you’d ever consider letting him take you in the ass. And to be honest, if it were anyone other than Wolffe, you probably would never have considered anal. But since it was him, you promised to do some research before giving him a final answer.

He’d been more than respectful of that, moments later plowing into your guts hard enough to make you scream.

You’d done some research, just as promised. You’d even gone to one of your good friends who you knew enjoyed anal sex, asking them for some tips. They’d been very open and honest about how it felt, that it was different from vaginal, and that it wasn’t for everyone. They’d suggested doing some play with yourself first, just to get used to the feeling of being touched back there. And that if you liked it, you could move up to true training.

They had been adamant that training was a must and would make it so much easier and enjoyable in the long run if you decided it was something you wanted.

So you’d done that. you’d played with yourself a little, pressing a finger to the tight ring of muscle while the other hand was three-fingers deep in your pussy. The sensation had been new, but not wholly unpleasant. And after a few more rounds with yourself, you found yourself more and more intrigued by the feeling of it all.

So you’d gone and bought yourself a plug training kit (one your friend recommended), and a big bottle of lube.

You didn’t tell Wolffe, wanting to be absolutely sure of your decision before you made it, and he never brought it up again, respecting the time you were taking to decide.

But you eventually did make your decision, of course. Wolffe had obviously been excited by it, but he’d taken his time with you, periodically checking in on you and your comfort. And when he’d slid home the first time, you’d both never come so fast before.

It had only strengthened your relationship, added an extra dynamic, an extra thing you both had to make each other fall apart. You knew Wolffe loved it when you let him fuck your ass. And though it was very different from what you’d expected (and much more enjoyable), you loved it too. There was something so sexy about being taken there, something secretly dirty, obscene. But there were also nights where you needed a good old-fashioned pussy pounding.

So now, the two of you had developed a code — if you wore a plug, you were up for anal.

And tonight, you were up for it, so why was Wolffe taking so damn long?

You continued to squirm lightly, arms and thighs trembling as Wolffe casually licked across your clit and pussy, your pleasure eventually plateauing.

“Wolffe,” you keened, “Wolffe, please.”

He nipped at the dip of your back, smirking. “Just making sure you’re ready, mesh’la.”

You huffed in your head. Asshole. He knew damn well you were ready.

“I’ve been ready for hours,” you whined, wiggling your ass enticingly. You could feel your slick dripping down your thighs, some of it soaking the sheets beneath you.

Wolffe leaned back, gently sliding the plug from your ass. The cold air made you moan with mild discomfort, but the sudden emptiness made you clench with anticipation. Wolffe dipped his fingers into your pussy briefly, smearing your juice around your second hole. And the snap of the lube bottle cap made your toes curl.

Wolffe’s slick cock touched to your outer ring of muscle.

“Remember, mesh’la, when you’re having trouble walking tomorrow,” he said, voice low and graveled with hunger and promise, “you asked for it.”

He was right. You had a lot of trouble walking the following morning. And it was more than worth it.

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Hi DJ! If you’re still doing the ficlet requests, can I get 24 (cuddles of reassurance) with Wolffe? Maybe fem!reader is having a hard time with sex and feels embarrassed/overwhelmed? (If that’s too explicit/uncomy feel free to ignore :))

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A/N: Thank you so much for this request, Alli! I’ve actually been wanting to write a fic like this for a while. I feel like so much of the smut we see in fanfiction AND in published fiction/media in general is so idealized that even when it has elements of realism, it can present a distorted idea of what sex and intimacy can really be like. I’m certainly guilty of writing somewhat idealized smut, though I do try to maintain at least some semblance of realism (unless Sev is involved; all bets are off with that man). While there’s nothing wrong with having that fantasy, I think it’s healthy and important to also show the reality that it isn’t always easy or flawless, even with a caring, experienced partner who takes our pleasure seriously and does everything “right.”

Pairing: Commander Wolffe x Reader (Fem; has hair)

Rating: M (mature content intended for readers 18+; minors DNI)

Wordcount: 3.3K of straight smut with some cuddles

Warnings and tags: cuddles; hurt comfort; language; SMUT; oral sex; PIV; nipple play; light/playful spanking; body worship; sex toys; fingering; exhibitionism; voyeurism; creampie; difficulty with orgasm. AKA, the return of SMUTKEA.

Summary: Wolffe is the best you’ve ever had. That doesn’t mean it’s always perfect.

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This fic smells like: Fruit de La Créativité by Grès (raspberry & leather)

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Wolffe gazed up into your eyes as you rolled your hips slowly, searching for the perfect angle. You knew you could find it: you’d done it before, countless times. His strong, warm hands glided up your thighs to your hips, pulling you closer, thrusting deeper, guiding you closer and closer to your pleasure. You could feel it building inside you, the tension gathering slowly.

Too slowly.

He smoothed one hand up your side, grazing along your rib cage until he cupped your breast, circling your nipple with his thumb. He knew exactly how much pressure you liked, and the way he touched you was perfect.

God, he’s so hot. Just focus on how hot he is.

Sweat glistened on your skin. The room hadn’t been this hot when he’d pulled you into bed, but after an hour and a half of vigorous activity, you were both slick with perspiration, saliva, arousal, and lube. He’d mapped your body with kisses, gliding his lips and tongue across your skin as he devoured you, bringing you right to the edge until you begged him to fuck you.

You’d wrapped your legs around his waist as he eased into you, a tormented groan rumbling from his lips as he felt your heat envelope him. Gods, he felt amazing, and when he started to move, you knew it would only be a matter of minutes before you came.

It took longer than you expected, and after a while, you realized something needed to change.

“Take me from behind,” you’d murmured, knowing how much he loved the way your ass pressed into his hips in that position.

“God, yes,” he’d replied, pulling out and rolling you over with enthusiasm.

You loved the way he handled you in bed. He was so fucking strong. He could toss you around so easily—it was hot as hell, but the best thing about it was the care he took to make sure you were comfortable and he didn’t accidentally hurt you. He lifted your hips up and positioned you exactly the way he wanted you. You heard a small click as he closed the bottle of lube, and then you felt his slickened fingers glide over your cunt as he ensured you were ready to take him from the new angle.

“Maker, that ass is gorgeous,” he said, squeezing your cheeks before giving you a playful smack.

Your mischievous giggle turned into a breathless moan as he sank into you, reaching deeper, stretching you wider, as his hand slid down your body to tease your clit. You loved the way he touched you, the way he caged you in with his body, making you feel incredibly safe and protected. And of course, you loved his cock. He knew exactly how to use it to ensure he gave you as much pleasure as he took—or more.

And still, your orgasm remained tantalizingly just out of reach. He shifted, and for a moment, his body rested heavily on you before he resumed his rhythm.

He’s getting tired. Fuck. Hurry up, hurry up, hurry up. I need to give him a break.

“Want me to be on top?” you offered, hoping that yet another angle would be the one that finally pushed you past whatever mental block was keeping you from your release.

He paused, his hands resting on your hips. “Is that what you want?”

“Sure,” you replied. “If you do?”

He trailed his fingers down your spine before slowly withdrawing from your body. You turned to watch as he rolled onto his back and kicked the blankets off the bed. He reached for you with that sexy smirk that you loved so much, and you knew without question that he still wanted you.

He’s such a good man. Gods, he deserves the world.

“Hop on, darlin’,” he invited.

You crawled toward him with a smile, pausing a moment to kneel between his thighs. You traced your fingertips up his legs and over his balls, then ghosted a line up the underside of his cock. You glanced up to see his eyes fixed on you with an intense expression. Holding his gaze, you dropped lower and flicked your tongue over his tip, then slid his cock into your mouth, swirling your tongue over him. You could taste yourself on his skin—salty, tangy, unspeakably erotic. His hips flexed beneath you, and you heard his breath grow ragged.

He caressed your head gently, stroking his hand over your hair and jaw before coming to rest on your shoulders.

“Not gonna last if you keep that up,” he said quietly. “Come up here.”

You gave him one last defiant, flirtatious little suck before you released him, then you began to crawl up to him, kissing a trail up his abdomen and chest. You straddled his hips, kissing and licking your way up his throat, and as you reached his lips, you whispered, “You taste like pussy.”

“Then I must be delicious,” he murmured, wrapping his hand around the back of your neck and pulling you into a passionate kiss.

His tongue slid into your mouth as his cock thrust into your cunt, and for a moment you were overwhelmed with the sensations of him filling you. A fresh wave of arousal had flooded you as you’d pleasured him with your mouth, and he slipped into you easily, rocking into you with his powerful thighs. You braced your fists against the mattress on either side of his head, pressing down to meet his thrusts as you rode him hard and fast, chasing your pleasure with a desperation that started to border on frantic as release continued to elude you.

“Gonna make you come so hard,” he whispered. “And then I’m gonna fill you up. You feel so goddamn good. Can’t wait to feel you come around my cock.”

I’m trying, damn it!

“You feel incredible,” you replied breathlessly, and it was true, so why was this so kriffing difficult?

Your hips were starting to get sore from how long you’d been at it, so you shifted positions, bringing your knees higher and setting a slower pace to try to buy yourself enough time that you’d have the energy to make it to the finish line. Wolffe adjusted instantly, not even needing a verbal cue to understand the message your body sent. You found the angle that pressed his cock against the perfect place inside you, and you focused on trying to get as much stimulation there as you possibly could, cutting out all extraneous movement.

The longer it took, the more anxious and desperate you became. You tried to shut down the voice in your head that whispered, “He’s getting bored,” because you knew it was a lie. All you had to do was look into his beautiful, mismatched eyes to see how much he wanted you. And you were so close. So fucking close, if you could just get out of your own head long enough to let go.

You traced your fingertips across his cheekbone and along his jaw, grazing your thumb across his lips. You pressed gently, parting his lips to brush your thumb against his tongue, and then you leaned down and kissed him deeply, trying to lose yourself in the sensation of his lips and tongue against your own.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered as you broke from the kiss and returned your hand to brace against the mattress. “So fuckin’ beautiful.”

Please stop talking. You couldn’t say it out loud; what kind of an asshole says something like that in response to a compliment?

“You’re so sexy,” you whispered instead. “You’re amazing at this.”

It was true; he was amazing. Unquestionably the best you’d ever had. In the time you’d been together, he’d learned your body completely, identifying every spot that made you shiver, testing different approaches until he knew exactly how and where you liked to be touched, kissed, caressed. He knew where to use his teeth, and where to use his breath; he knew when you wanted him to be tender, and when you craved roughness.

He knew you.

He knew you better than anyone ever had, and that made your current predicament even more maddening. Because sometimes it was easy. Sometimes you came so fast that your orgasm surprised both of you. But most of the time, it took more work. A lot more. And sometimes, like this one, you would get so close to the edge that you were only seconds away, only to feel the wave of pleasure ebb and be replaced with frustration and exhaustion.

Please, please, please. Just a little bit more.

Your wrists ached. Your knuckles were raw from grinding them into the sheets. You shifted your weight and lifted one hand off the mattress, stretching your fingers and trying to get the blood flowing to them. He glanced at your hand, then back up into your eyes.

“What can I do?” he asked softly.

“Just… keep going,” you said desperately. “I’m so close—I’m so fucking close, and I just can’t—I can’t—”

Abrupt tears stung your eyes, and you buried your face against his neck to hide them, kissing his chest to try to distract him from your distress.

He wrapped his arms around your body, still rocking into you at the pace you’d set. “Do you want to take a break?”

“No, I want you to come,” you snapped, disappointment sharpening your tone more than you intended.

He stilled immediately. You felt his hand slide up your back to stroke your hair softly.

“Hey,” he murmured, kissing the top of your head. “Look at me.”

You shook your head and burrowed your face obstinately into the nook where his neck met his shoulder.

“Talk to me, little one,” he urged. “Tell me what’s wrong.”

The dam cracked and then burst.

“I’m so fucking tired,” you sobbed. “And I can tell you’re getting tired, and I just want it to be good for you, and every time I think I’m getting there, I lose it!”

Mortification swept through you that you were making a scene during such an intimate moment, and you tried to stifle your sobs, but it was too late. You felt him go soft inside you, and then he slipped from your body.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered. “I didn’t mean to ruin it for you.”

His arms tightened around you, and he rolled the both of you onto your sides, pulling you close against his body. “You didn’t ruin anything.”

Holding you tightly with one arm, he began to run his hand lightly over your back, comforting you with his touch as he kissed your forehead.

“You didn’t ruin anything,” he repeated. “You just got tired. It’s all right, love. It happens.”

“It’s so frustrating,” you confessed. “So many times, I thought I was there, and then something would distract me, and it was just gone.”

“Was it something I did?” he asked.

“No, of course not. It was just… I don’t know. A noise? Or a weird thought that popped into my head at a bad time?” You paused, feeling a little guilty as you remembered that, in fact, you had gotten annoyed at an ill-timed remark from him. “And then the longer it took, the more it stressed me out about how long it was taking, until I was stressing so much about it that that’s all I could think about.”

He moved his hand to your shoulder and began to glide it up and down your arm in long, languid strokes. “Why were you worried about taking too long?”

You paused, unaccountably hesitant to admit the truth. He waited patiently, still caressing your arm, until at last you replied, “I was worried you were getting tired. Or bored. Or—I don’t know…”

His hand stilled in its progress, then slid around your back as he pulled you even closer to him. “I would never get bored with you.”

“But—”

“I love you,” he cut you off firmly. “I love being with you. I love fuckin’ you. You’re gorgeous, and sexy, and kriffin’ amazing in the sack. Do you have any idea how lucky I am? Most men only dream of finding a girl like you, but I got you for real. How the hell would I ever be stupid enough to get bored with someone as goddamn perfect as you?”

You didn’t know what to say. You lay in his arms, clinging tightly to him as the tears finally stopped trickling from your eyes. You shuddered quietly.

“Yeah?” you asked in a tiny whisper.

He rolled you onto your back and moved to lie on top of you so he could look into your eyes.

“Yeah,” he replied.

You swallowed. “I love you, too, you know.”

“I know,” he said with a charming smirk.

He pressed his lips to your sternum as his hand slid lazily up your body to play with your breast. The weight of his body pressed you down into the soft mattress as you cradled his chest between your thighs. You took a deep breath, then let it out slowly, releasing the guilt and stress and self-recrimination you’d built up in your body.

He kissed you again, and again, then he began to work his way across your chest until he drew your nipple into his mouth, brushing his tongue over your skin as he sucked gently, sending a jolt of pleasure through your body. You felt a spark of renewed arousal, but with it came a surge of anxiety that rose insistently in your mind.

“Wolffe,” you whispered. “I don’t know if I can. I really am exhausted.”

He looked up at you as he continued to tease your breast. At last, he released your nipple from his lips, giving you a devilish smile.

“What if we tried something else?”

You couldn’t help the way your lips curved into an answering smile when he looked at you like that. “What did you have in mind?”

He pushed himself up off of you and leaned over to rummage through your nightstand until he retrieved a vibrator—the one you’d once jokingly called “Old Faithful” for its uncanny ability to get you off like clockwork.

“I want you to fuck yourself with this,” he said, his voice dropping to a gravelly pitch. “I want to watch you make yourself come.”

Your breath stuttered to a halt, your eyes widening and your heart beginning to pound at the idea. Your gaze flicked from the toy to his eyes and back again.

“Wh—what about you?” you stammered.

“Don’t you worry about me,” he replied. He switched on the vibrator and traced it down your abdomen, making you twitch as its buzz tickled your skin. “Will you?”

“Yeah,” you breathed, taking the toy from him. “How do you want me?”

“Whatever way works best for you.”

You thought about trying to pose for him, to put on a show, but you knew instinctively that wasn’t what he was after. If he’d wanted to watch a counterfeit, staged orgasm, he would have just found a holoporn. No. He wanted the real thing. He wanted to see your genuine pleasure.

“All right,” you whispered.

You took the toy from him, and he moved off of your body to lie next to you, observing you closely. You adjusted the settings to your preferred speed and pattern, then took a deep breath and began.

The instant you touched the vibrator to your clit, your entire body tensed, and you gasped quietly. You glanced at Wolffe and found his gaze riveted to your pussy, his one good pupil dilated so wide you could barely see the amber ring of his iris around its inky depths. You felt a little self-conscious until you saw the way his lips parted slightly as his breath became heavy.

You pushed yourself back into the pillow and closed your eyes as you adjusted the angle of the toy, pressing it exactly as you needed it. With your free hand, you began to play with your breast, caressing and squeezing and rolling your nipple between your fingertips. You felt the warmth of his hand as it settled onto your leg and then slid up your thigh. Your opposite leg curled up to brace your foot against the bed, opening your stance wider as you moved the vibrator exactly the way you needed it.

“Fuck,” he rasped hoarsely, and you could feel the heat of his breath on your skin. His fingers grazed lightly over your pussy, but quickly withdrew.

“You can touch me,” you gasped.

He didn’t move immediately, and you continued to work yourself closer and closer to your orgasm, feeling the tension gather in your body and begin to tighten in on your center. Then his fingertips brushed over your cunt again, and you felt his lips and tongue descend on your hip. He didn’t try to take control, just touched you softly, kissing and licking and watching as you played with yourself.

You adjusted your position again, bringing your leg against his body, and you felt his slick, rigid cock press hard against you. You whimpered, so turned on you couldn’t even form words, and in response, he ground his erection against you. He kissed across your pelvis until he reached your belly, pressing his face into you.

“I’m so close,” you panted.

“Kriff, me too,” he growled.

His fingertip grazed into you, and your body jerked as you gasped sharply. He froze, and without thinking, you moved your hand away from your breast to grab his wrist and push him deeper. With an urgent grunt, he began to move his finger, stroking exactly where he knew you needed him.

Abruptly, your hips arched off the bed, and you let out an inhuman wail. If your brain had been functioning, you might have also heard Wolffe’s rough groan, but at the moment, you were aware of nothing but blinding, shattering pleasure as your body finally found the release it had been denied for so many hours. You jerked the vibrator away as the intensity suddenly became too much, and your body convulsed again and again until at last you collapsed onto the bed, utterly spent.

Wolffe covered you with frantic kisses, crawling up your body until he reached your face. His body hovered over you as his tongue brushed between your lips and flooded your mouth with his taste. Your arms wrapped around his torso as your legs tightened around his hips, and you pulled him into you. His cock slid easily, and he thrust hard and fast, fucking you through the last tremors of your orgasm.

He came within seconds, flooding you with heat as he thrust hard, one last time, burying his cock as deep as he could inside your body. He stayed there, his entire body taut, until at last he exhaled a hard breath and relaxed onto you. His lips broke away from yours, and he rested his forehead against the pillow next to your head.

“Fuck,” he panted, the word hot against your ear. “Fuck, you’re amazing.”

You stroked your hands up and down his back, digging your nails lightly into his skin. He groaned and slumped heavily against your body. You loved the weight of him on top of you, but before long, you began to wheeze quietly as you struggled to draw breath. He heard the shift and immediately rolled off of you, pulling you against himself as he came to rest on the bed.

“Thank you,” you whispered as you pressed your lips to his chest.

He laughed quietly. “Thank you. That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my life.”

“Worth the wait?” you asked.

“Worth everything,” he murmured, drawing you even closer. “Everything, and more. You always have been.”

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the-bad-batch-baroness · 5 months

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Dancing Lights

Wolf!Wolffe x Fem!Reader

Summary: During a mission on a frigid planet, you get lost in a blizzard and Wolffe becomes desperate to find you before you freeze to death. Once he does, he’s forced to reveal a secret part of himself in order to protect you from a territorial pack of wolves.

Pairing: Wolf!Wolffe x Fem!Reader

Characters: Wolffe, Plo Koon

Tags & Warnings: 18+, implied/referenced nudity with no descriptions, established relationship, hurt/comfort, light angst, suggestive themes, implied sexual content, violence, blood, injuries, reader doesn’t know she’s pregnant, protective!wolffe, snowed in, abandoned cabin, cuddling for warmth, Brother Bear/Balto type spiritual references, happy ending

Word Count: 12.7k

Author's Note: The terms "alpha" and "mate" are used in one part of the fic for a very specific purpose as a language marker (there are NO sexual, kink, or ABO implications). There’s also a distinctive speech pattern shift between Wolffe talking to the wolves and Wolffe talking to himself and the reader. This is intentional. The perspective shifts between the reader and Wolffe a lot, but the change is always separated by a paragraph break. As always, please enjoy 💚

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Wolffe frantically searches for you. One minute you’re walking behind him and the next minute you’re gone. He trudges through the piling snow, calling out your name, barely a whisper over the raging winds and whipping snow, but receives no response for his efforts. The battalion lost long-range communications soon after the blizzard started and you’re not answering on comms, so his only hope is to find you before the drifting snow claims you. He can’t lose you, not now.

Wolffe only dares to backtrack so far to look for you, or he might lose the battalion as its dark gray silhouettes slowly fade into the white tundra. Wolffe stares out into the nothingness and calls your name as loud as his voice will let him. Then he waits, hoping for a shred of your voice to make it back to him, but he hears nothing. Gritting his teeth, he turns on his heels and uses the backs of his men as wayfinders to trudge his way up to the front of the procession.

“General,” Wolffe shouts over the storm.

“Yes, commander?” Plo Koon asks as his snow covered parka blows wildly in the wind.

“We’ve lost one of the… men,” Wolffe says, pausing to consider whether he should name you as the lost soldier. He knows how Jedi feel about attachments, and he’s not in the mood for a lecture. “They appear to be lost in the storm.”

“Have you attempted to make contact?” Plo Koon asks.

“Yes, sir,” Wolffe answers. “Multiple times, sir, with no success.”

Plo Koon raises his hand to his face in thought. “That is a predicament.”

“Sir,” Wolffe begins in a serious tone, “with your permission, I want to go after them.”

“That would be ill-advised, commander,” Plo Koon answers. “The storm is getting worse and we must advance to the rendezvous point before we become buried in it ourselves.”

“But sir,” Wolffe argues. “We can’t afford to lose anymore men. Our numbers are dwindling as it is. We need to find them.”

Plo Koon crosses his arms and waits a moment to respond, reading Wolffe through the force like an open book. “Attachments are dangerous, commander. As lethal as this storm.”

Wolffe grimaces and shifts on his feet like a child getting caught in a lie. “I don’t believe in leaving men behind, sir.”

Plo Koon’s facial features soften and he places a gloved hand on Wolffe’s shoulder. “Neither do I, but you are needed here. Perhaps we can send a scout.”

The general is both right and wrong. Having their commander walk away in the middle of a stressful situation will reduce the battalion’s morale significantly. They have been marching to their next rendezvous point for days, and the blizzard is only making it more difficult. However, there is no way in the stars above that a mere scout will be able to find you in this storm. The scout is more likely to get himself lost. But Wolffe? He can find you, without a shred of doubt.

“With all due respect, sir,” Wolffe argues, clenching his fists together to hold his composure. “I am the most suited for this mission. You know this. I refuse to risk any more of my men dying in this storm and being buried unceremoniously under a pile of snow.”

Plo Koon considers Wolffe’s words and the conviction behind them, then sighs. “Very well.”

“Thank you, sir,” Wolffe says, finally releasing the breath he was holding in.

“However,” Plo Koon continues. “We cannot halt the convoy or render aid if you fail your mission. You will be on your own.”

“I understand,” Wolffe nods before turning to walk away.

“And Wolffe,” Plo Koon adds quickly. “Come back safely. Both of you.”

Wolffe doesn’t answer, but the sentiment shared between the two is unmistakable. He will bring you both back safely, or it’s the last thing he’ll do. Wolffe climbs up into the ATTE he’s been living in for the duration of this campaign and grabs his pack. He grabs everything he might need, including canteens, rations, medical supplies, an emergency blanket, and a spare set of blacks, as well as tossing out anything that he knows he won’t need. Traveling light is a must.

Before making his departure, Wolffe seeks out Sinker and temporarily puts him in charge of the battalion for the duration of his absence. Leaving the battalion in Sinker’s hands is an easy decision for Wolffe to make. The sergeant has been by his side since the beginning of the war, and has shown considerable aptitude and courage under distress. Wolffe knows that he is up for the challenge and has faith in him to lead the men to the rendezvous point mostly unscathed.

With everything in order, Wolffe hops down from the ATTE, his boots sinking deeply into the fresh fallen snow beneath. The wind is ripping and visibility is minimal, but Wolffe steels himself and sets out in the opposite direction of the battalion. After a few yards, he looks back. The gray silhouettes of the men and machines are gone. There’s no turning back now. He faces forward, picking his feet up and over the snow in a painstakingly slow process, but at least he’s moving.

As he trudges through the blizzard, snow begins sticking to his armor and weighing him down. He stops every so often to brush himself off, but it quickly becomes a useless effort. He grumbles to himself that of all the planets you had to get lost on, why did it have to be this one? He’s not angry, but he is scared; scared for you and for the little package you carry inside you unawares. Regardless of how he feels about the situation, he is determined to find you.

After a little while longer, he stops and stands still. The snow swirls around him, covering his visor and the gray markings on his armor. He closes his eyes and breathes deeply, calling on the senses lying dormant within him to come to the surface and aid him in his search. No human or comm system can find you in this storm, but maybe he can. Maybe the wolf inside him can. A spirit of a bygone era that speaks to his soul at night and shows him images of dancing lights.

Wolffe removes his helmet, a dangerous move in this type of weather. The temperature alone could kill him with frostbite, but he needs to feel the air around him. The cold nips at the tips of his ears and wind blows through his short hair without caution, leaving little bits of frost at the tips. With his eyes still closed, he breathes deeper, calming every nerve in his body until he can find your presence. If we can’t locate you like this, then he’ll be forced to make a drastic move.

Suddenly, it clicks like a strike of lightning. Whether it’s a feeling, a sense, or an intuition, he knows where he needs to go. He shakes the snow off his head and replaces his helmet, bristling as the cold snow melts down the back of his neck. But, he doesn’t have time to worry about his comfort at the moment. Every second he wastes thinking about himself is another second lost trying to find you. He turns and starts walking, letting his internal compass guide him to you.

As he continues forward, the storm lets up a little. He wonders if the change will be permanent or if it’s just a momentary lull. Again, he doesn’t have time to think about the logistics when you could already be dead and frozen, buried under a pile of snow. He shakes his head at the intrusive thoughts, then notices a ridgeline of trees in the distance. His stomach flips and his breath quickens. He knows you’re in there. You’re smart. Of course, you’d try to find shelter.

Wolffe moves as fast as he can through the piled snow towards the forest of trees. He senses that you are nearby. He stops at the edge of the wooded area and scans to the left and to the right, searching, listening, hoping, and praying that he’s not too late and that he can find you still alive. As he’s standing there, a shiver runs up his spine and he knows he needs to find you soon. If he can find you in this weather, so can they, and he’s not in the mood to deal with that.

He enters the tree line cautiously, then hears a sound in the distance that stills his heart. He doesn’t have much time to find you. Breaking out into his best sprint through the deep snow, he pulls on the trees and branches for leverage, making his movements faster as he frantically searches for you. You're close. He can feel it. He can smell it. His heart is beating out of his chest at the sound. They’re coming, a lot of them, and he doesn’t want to be here when they arrive.

Wolffe releases a heavy sigh of relief when he finally sees you, or rather, he sees your emergency shelter tied to a couple trees. You have the beacon on, but its light is barely visible against the white and gray landscape. The shelter is partially buried by the snow and Wolffe falls to his knees to dig you out. The wet snow seeps through his gloves, and the cold bites at his fingertips, but he doesn’t care. He continues digging until he finds the opening of the shelter.

Once he finds the entrance, he digs a bit deeper to make a little path for him to snake his body down and get into the shelter to get you out. When the path is wide enough for his body, he gets on his stomach and shimmies his way to where the zipper is. He pulls it open just enough to peek inside and no more. That’s when he sees you, curled up into a protective ball, covered in an emergency blanket, with a small heat lamp in the middle of the shelter to keep you warm.

“Cyare,” Wolffe calls gently as he opens the entrance wider and wiggles the upper half of his body into the tent. There’s barely enough room for him to crawl on his hands and knees.

You stir and make a small grunting noise.

Wolffe releases another sigh of relief, then rests his forehead against the cold canvas floor of the shelter. He thanks the stars you're still alive. Sadly, his brief moment of relief is quickly interrupted when he hears the sound in the distance again. They’re getting closer and he’s running out of time. He picks his head up and curses under his breath. He needs to get the both of you out of here now, or there will be trouble, and not the type he can easily deal with.

Wolffe stretches out his hand and tugs on your foot, trying to wake you from your sleep. “Cyare,” he calls a little louder.

You startle awake. The light from the tent-opening blinds you for a moment and the cold air nips at your exposed face. When your eyes finally adjust, you see Wolffe’s familiar bucket staring at you. “Wolffe?”

“It’s me,” he says.

“You found me!” you exclaim with excitement.

Wolffe wiggles the rest of his body into the small tent and pulls you into his arms the best he can, gently pressing you against his armored chest. He removes his bucket and rests his forehead against yours. “I found you.”

The sweet reunion is cut short when Wolffe hears the sound again, but this time, it’s not so distant. He jumps into action, releasing you and putting his bucket back on. “Pack up,” he orders. “We have to go. Now.”

You're shocked by the sudden urgency, but you follow Wolffe’s lead and begin rolling up the blanket. “What’s the hurry? The storm–”

“They’re coming,” Wolffe interrupts while stuffing all of the loose items into your pack.

“Who’s coming?” you ask in confusion. One minute you’re sleeping peacefully in your shelter as you wait out the storm and the next minute Wolffe is rushing you back out into the storm.

“We don’t have time for me to explain!” Wolffe snaps. He feels more afraid than he was before he found you.

You’re slightly offended by his harsh tone, but if you know anything about Wolffe, it’s that he doesn’t mess around, especially when it has to do with someone’s safety. You decide not to push the issue and hasten your pace to get things wrapped up. The good thing about emergency shelters is that they’re quick to assemble and even quicker to tear down. You both finish with the pack and you follow Wolffe outside of the shelter and break that down too.

Before you get in another word edgewise, Wolffe grabs your arm and pulls you along through the snow. His grip is tight and you struggle to keep up, feeling like your arm will rip out of its socket. “Wolffe, stop!” you shout while pulling on his arm with your free hand. “Let go!”

Wolffe ignores your struggle, believing that you’ll forgive him later for his roughness when you’re both safe. He doesn’t have the time to coddle you or explain why you need to run away as fast as you can. Your yelling doesn’t help his cause, but then again, they don’t need to hear you in order to find you. It’s already too late, Wolffe knows this, but he refuses to give up without at least trying to get you to safety. Even if he has to deal with it on his own, he needs you safe.

You continue to struggle against Wolffe’s grasp and fight him with each step as you demand an explanation from him. He doesn’t give you one. He doesn’t even turn around to look at you. He just keeps walking, not letting up on his brisk pace that has you panting in cold air that burns your lungs. Finally, in a last ditch effort, and to give your lungs and legs a break, you let your legs go slack and plop yourself down into the snow, jerking on Wolffe’s arm on the way down.

Wolffe stops and grunts in frustration. “We don’t have time for this!”

“Wolffe!” you yell through a panting breath while trying to get him to listen to you. “I can’t keep up. My legs. My lungs. It hurts.”

Wolffe lets go of your arm and paces in a circle as he thinks. “I need you to get up.”

“I told you, I can’t!” you argue.

Wolffe kneels down on the snow in front of you and removes his bucket. He grabs both of your cheeks and forces you to look into his eyes. “I need you to get up. Now.”

His gloves feel cold on your skin and for a moment you see something flash across his eyes, something desperate that you’ve never seen in him before. But before you get to respond, you hear it. The sound of howling in the distance. You watch as Wolffe tilts his head to the side to peek around you and in an instant, you finally understand. How he heard them before you did, you may never know, but that sound is what Wolffe has been afraid of, the sound of wolves.

You find new strength in your fear and get to your feet, ready to start running again, but Wolffe doesn’t move with you. You turn to see him still kneeling in the snow, staring out through the trees at nothing. Your confusion turns into worry which then turns into a deeper fear. You step behind him and place your hand on his shoulder for reassurance. He places his hand atop yours and stands to his feet. He knows something you don’t, but you're too afraid to ask him what it is.

“It’s too late,” he says in a hushed tone.

“Too late?” you ask as your voice quivers. “Too late for what?”

Wolffe turns around and pulls you tight against him, wrapping his arms around you and burying his face in the crook of your neck. His cold plastoid armor digs into your clothing. He can hear the fear in your voice and it breaks his heart. This is exactly what he was afraid of, what he didn’t want to happen. The scenario he’s played over and over in his mind since he started out on this mission, the one he so desperately wanted to avoid at all costs, is now inescapable.

Wolffe drags his lips up to your ear and whispers. “Do you trust me?”

You shiver as his hot breath ghosts against the cold shell of your ear. “Always,” you answer.

Wolffe pulls away and plants two firm hands on both of your shoulders. “I need you to listen to me and do everything I say. Understand?”

You look into his eyes and nod your head. “I understand.”

“Don’t move,” Wolffe orders. He shakes your shoulders, like he’s trying to ingrain it in your body. “Don’t move a single inch, no matter what happens.”

You're confused by the instructions, but you trust that Wolffe knows what he’s doing, so you go along with it. “I won’t move. I promise.”

Wolffe nods his head and gives you a small half-smile. “Good girl.”

You watch him carefully, studying his body language, the way he worries his lip and shifts his weight from leg to leg. You can’t help but notice the growing anxiety, so you bring your hand up to cup the side of his face to reassure him. You smooth your hand over his reddened cheek, your fabric glove catching on the rough bristles of the stubble growing in. Wolffe places his hand over yours and leans into the caress, then pulls it away from his face to kiss your palm.

“You know I love you, right?” Wolffe whispers against your hand.

You smile. “I know.”

Wolffe relishes in the simple and soft moment he’s allowed to have with you. He’s not sure what will happen, but he knows that at least in this moment, he has you. He found you, which is what he set out to do. Mission accomplished. But, the promise he made to the general before he left the battalion reverberates in his mind. He swore he would bring you both back safely, and that’s what he still intends to do, no matter the cost.

An eerie silence washes over the area. Every sound of nature is muted by the snow and what’s left in its wake is a hollow peace. However, that silence is pierced by howls and soft steps in the snow. Wolffe closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, then turns to face the oncoming enemy. He keeps one hand on you for reassurance, and the other in front of him for his own defense, not that it will do him any good. His blasters won’t help him here either, not against a full pack.

The wolves come into view and surround you and Wolffe in a circle. Their fur coats are light gray and white, perfect camouflage for this place they call home. If it weren’t for their golden eyes and black noses, you wouldn’t even be able to see them. Your breath hitches in your throat at their menacing presence. The wolves are large. Larger than you ever imagined from the books you’ve read, with the tips of their ears easily coming up to your hips. You swallow back your fear.

The pack circles around you and Wolffe, then comes to a stop. Wolffe holds his ground as he waits for their next move, but he doesn’t have to wait long. A large, older looking pure white wolf steps out from the circle. The alpha of the pack, Wolffe assumes. He knows what he needs to do, but even in the face of all of these wolves, he’s reluctant. Without an explanation, he’s not sure how you will react to what he’s about to do, but at this point he doesn’t have a choice.

To your surprise, Wolffe starts shucking off his armor, tossing it about haphazardly until he’s only left in his black bodysuit. You watch him with bewilderment, trying to understand why he’d take his armor off during a situation like this. He’ll freeze to death with so little coverage and be vulnerable to attack. You remember his words about not moving, but you want to reach out and touch him. He must be able to read your thoughts because he turns his head to look at you.

“Remember what I said?” Wolffe asks.

“No moving,” you answer. “But Wolffe–”

Wolffe puts a finger to your lips. “Trust me.”

You nod your head and kiss his finger, earning you a sly grin.

Wolffe turns to face the white wolf and you can’t believe what you’re seeing. Bright yellow lights emanate from Wolffe’s fingertips, his toes, his eyes, and his mouth. Wind blows by your head and swirls around him, obscuring everything but his silhouette. You watch as his body morphs into a smaller form and your breath is stolen in awe. He doesn’t make a sound, even as his body contorts into unfamiliar angles. The wind and light disappear and what’s left behind is a wolf.

“Wolffe?” you ask hesitantly, body shaking from what you just witnessed.

Wolffe cranes his neck around and looks back at you with a single, piercing, golden eye, the other eye is still cybernetic and the scar over it has morphed to fit his new facial figure.

“You’re a… wolf,” you stutter in shock.

You’re stunned. When Wolffe asked you to trust him, you weren’t expecting this. You stare at his new form, a man’s body traded in for dark gray fur across his face and ears that travels down his back, a lighter cream color across his belly and legs, and a black stripe down the middle of his back that stretches to the tip of his fluffy tail. He’s a wolf, there’s no mistake about it. You can’t help but admire his beauty, and also feel a level of terror at the teeth hidden in his mouth.

Quite the show, the Alpha says.

Wolffe turns his head back to look at the Alpha. Not great. Rusty.

The Alpha considers Wolffe for a moment, unsure of what to make of him. Your wolf-speak is less than to be desired.

Wolffe snorts. Been a time.

The Alpha is not impressed with Wolffe and circles around you both, sizing up the situation.

As the Alpha moves around you, you notice that it’s much larger than Wolffe, but it also seems much older. You’re not sure why, but that’s the impression you get. You can see multiple scars across his body, each one a proud win against another wolf, you suppose, just as the clones have scars from their battles. To you, everything is quiet. You can’t hear them communicating, but you watch their body language and hear their growls, which still doesn’t mean much to you.

Wolffe plants his paws firmly into the snow, ears pinned, and snarls. Back!

Easy, pup, the Alpha says as he makes a full circle back to where he started. I’m only observing.

Not pup, Wolffe growls.

No? the Alpha questions. Then what are you?

Alpha, Wolffe answers. Own pack.

The Alpha looks at Wolffe with intrigue. Oh? I would have never guessed. You’re rather small for an alpha.

Wolffe barks at the insult, baring his fangs in an intimidating display.

It works, well, at least on you it does. You flinch at the sudden loud noise.

The Alpha disregards it and looks past Wolffe to you. What is that? A hunting trophy?

Wolffe’s fur bristles at the insinuation and rumbles out a low protective growl. Mate.

Odd choice… the Alpha says as he continues to stare at you with mild interest. He decides to ignore you for the time being. Tell me, alpha, what are the laws that govern?

Wolffe cringes at the question. He knows the answer, it’s written somewhere in the DNA that entangles with his own, but his wolf-speak is poor and he can’t put the words together.

Has your tongue gone still? the Alpha goads. Trespassing in another pack’s territory is an offense punishable by death.

Wolffe retakes his defensive stance and bares his fangs.

The Alpha pauses for a moment before responding. However, I am feeling generous today, young alpha.

Wolffe’s ears twitch.

You have two choices, the Alpha offers. Join our pack at a lower rank and we’ll let your mate go free or give us your mate as tribute and you may go free. The choice is yours.

Wolffe snorts at the two bleak choices and decides to make his own third option. He raises his head and howls loudly towards the sky.

The sound is deafening and you cover your ears to try and muffle it. You’re not sure what they’re doing now, but the tension and uncertainty is making your skin crawl. The golden eyes that stare at you from around the forest make you feel small and afraid. You wish to be able to speak to Wolffe, to get any shred of reassurance that everything will be okay, but he hasn’t said a word to you. Your best guess is that he can’t talk to you, which is the only thing that makes sense right now.

Wolffe finishes his howl and waits for the response.

You want to fight? the Alpha asks. A bold move for one so young and stupid.

Not dumb, Wolffe replies. Protect mine.

The Alpha snorts, then stares into Wolffe’s eyes as he searches his soul. You have the spirit of ages within you, young alpha. My old eyes can still see. The Alpha pauses. I will respect your wishes. If you win, you and your mate will earn safe passage through our land, but if I win, you will join our pack and your mate will perish.

Wolffe takes a deep breath. He has too much to lose not to stay focused. Seal it. Sing the song.

The Alpha lifts his muzzle towards the sky and howls. Wolffe then joins in the howling, letting their wolf-songs mingle and intertwine in the sky like a binding contract.

Promise, Wolffe says. Mate not hurt.

You have my word, the Alpha says. Your mate will not be touched during our fight.

Wolffe nods and takes a fighting stance. The Alpha does the same.

You watch the two wolves with great anticipation as your legs tremble beneath you. You’re still unsure about what’s going on, but whatever it is, you trust Wolffe. At least, that’s what you keep telling yourself. That’s what he told you to do and that’s what you have to hold on to. You must have faith and believe that Wolffe will work things out and you can both go home soon. But waiting in silence, without knowing, is slowly killing your nerves. You want to run and escape.

Your thoughts are abruptly interrupted when Wolffe and the Alpha lunge towards each other, fangs bared. A gasp escapes your throat and you have to tell your trembling legs not to move, just like Wolffe told you. The two wolves collide, both going for each other’s necks. You watch in horror as tufts of gray and white fur are flung about into the air. The sounds of growling and snarling fill your ears as they tumble in the snow, one on top of the other and then vice versa.

The Alpha pins Wolffe to the ground and clamps his jaw around Wolffe’s shoulder, causing him to cry out in pain.

“Wolffe!” you yell and take an automatic step towards him, forgetting Wolffe’s order not to move.

A wolf on the sidelines catches your movement and lunges towards you. You scream and fall back onto the ground. Your cry alerts Wolffe and he snaps his head up. With strength unknown to him he kicks the Alpha off of him and leaves his fight to get to your side. He snarls at the wolf and nips at his legs, causing it to retreat back to the circle. Wolffe whips around and looks into your frightened eyes. He brings his nose to your face and gives your cheek a small, gentle lick.

As sweet as the gesture may seem to Wolffe, you wish you could feel anything other than fear. There’s blood on Wolffe’s muzzle and blood on his fur, reminding you of what he is doing.

Wolffe turns his attention back to the Alpha and barks. Liar!

The immature actions of a young pup, the Alpha says. I assure you, he will be punished severely. The Alpha glares toward the younger wolf in his ranks and bares his fangs with a low growl. The younger wolf cowers back with his ears flattened and his tail between his legs. Shall we continue?

Wolffe agrees and the fight recommences as they both tumble through the snow once again. Nipping and biting at each other’s necks, legs, bellies, and backs. Wolffe gets in a few bites, but the Alpha is much bigger and stronger, yielding better results with his bites, which leaves Wolffe’s beautiful gray fur coat marred with blood. He pauses to catch his breath and looks back at you, his strength and reason to fight. Mustering what he can, Wolffe forces himself to continue.

The yelp Wolffe makes when the Alpha sinks his fangs into his neck is unbearable. All you can do is watch and pray to the Maker that Wolffe survives this. You don’t know what started the fight, you don’t know the rules, and you don’t know what will happen to you if Wolffe dies. You shake your head at the macabre thought and focus on Wolffe surviving. You wish you could help him. You wish you could do more than watch as he lies helpless and whimpering in the snow.

Wolffe is out of breath and running out of strength. For a wolf so young, his stamina isn’t at peak performance, but for someone who rarely uses his wolf form, it’s better than he thought it would be. He lays in the snow, chest heaving as he tries to breathe. The bites sting him like fire and slow him down. He’s not sure how much longer he’ll be able to last. He knew he didn’t stand a chance against a seasoned alpha. He may be the leader of the ‘Wolfpack’, but he’s no alpha.

You want to cry. You don’t know how long the fight has been going on, but you’re getting sick of it. You know you’re not supposed to move, but you can still speak. They can’t stop you from cheering him on. Whether he understands your words or not is a gamble you’re willing to take, because you can’t lose him like this. “Wolffe!” you yell. “Wolffe, get up!”

Through his pained haze, Wolffe can hear your voice calling out to him. The sweet sound of his mesh’la, warped by the fear caught in the back of your throat. He knows you’re trying to be strong for him and he finds it endearing. The need to protect you and to protect his unborn child, overrides his pain. He shifts his legs in the snow, trying to get back up, using your voice as a crutch to stand. He rocks himself onto his stomach and hoists himself up onto his shaky legs.

Will protect, Wolffe chokes out between pants as blood drips from his muzzle. Won’t lose. My mate. My pup.

The Alpha watches Wolffe carefully. His own white coat has been stained by blood. Some of it is his but most of it is from Wolffe. He finds the young alpha compelling. His protectiveness over his mate is rivaled by that of many an alpha and he admires him for his strong will. The Alpha can sense it strongly now, the spirit that resides in Wolffe. An ancient spirit from many generations before him. The one that chases the moon at night and howls with his brethren in chorus song.

The Alpha approaches Wolffe and bows. I concede to you, young alpha.

Wolffe heaves in a labored breath, his shaking legs about to buckle underneath him. He’s not sure if this is a trick, but according to the laws that govern, this means he wins.

The Alpha steps closer and Wolffe takes a cautious step back.

Your spirit, the Alpha begins to explain, it’s strong and powerful; ancient as the dancing lights that adorn the heavens. Don’t lose it.

Wolffe stares into the golden eyes of the Alpha and sees his truth. He bows to the Alpha, turns, and limps his way over to you.

You and your mate will have safe passage through our land, the Alpha exclaims to Wolffe and his own pack.

Wolffe turns back to look at the Alpha. Thank you.

And with that, the pack of wolves disappear into the trees as silently as they came. You stare with wide-eyes, then drop to the ground, your legs refusing to bear the load of your body any longer. You don’t know if you should cry, scream, or laugh. Regardless, you and Wolffe are safe, at least you hope you're safe. You startle for a moment when you feel Wolffe’s nose touch you. You look into his tired eyes, trying to read them as best as you can, but you understand nothing.

“Can you turn back?” you ask. “To a human?”

Too weak, he answers, but his voice won’t reach your ears.

You sigh when you get no response. With no way to communicate with Wolffe, you’re not sure what to do. You don’t know where you are and with no comms to contact the battalion, you’re on your own. You stretch out your hand to pet Wolffe’s head, but you recoil it when you get too close, scared he might not be who you think he is. Wolffe sees your hesitation and lifts his head into the palm of your hand, nuzzling it for comfort. You smile and scratch behind his ears.

Overcome with the emotion you are holding in, you throw your arms around Wolffe’s neck and bury your face in his soft fur. “You saved us. Thank you.”

Wolffe wants to melt into your embrace, but a snowflake landing on his nose reminds him of the other situation. Wolffe pulls out of your arms and starts pushing at his armor with his nose, piling it together. You tilt your head at his actions, but when you see the snow start to fall again, you get the idea. You stack Wolffe’s armor neatly and wrap a cord around it so you can tie it to your pack. Wolffe grabs his bag between his teeth and you grab yours, slinging it onto your back.

Wolffe starts limping forward and you walk closely behind him, following his lead through the forest. If anyone can get you home, it’s Wolffe. You soon reach the end of the forest and stare out into the wide advance of nothingness. The snow falls harder and the wind begins to howl. You shiver as the cold air breaches your layers of clothing. Wolffe turns around and stands behind you. He noses at his bucket tied to your pack and you wonder what he wants.

You put your pack down and carefully remove his bucket from the neatly tied package of armor, then hand it to Wolffe, unsure of what he could possibly want with it in that form. It’s not as if it will fit on his head.

If Wolffe could roll his eyes, he would, but instead he pushes his nose against the bucket so it goes back towards you.

You sigh and shake your head, still unsure of what he wants you to do with it.

Put it on! Wolffe growls as he drops his pack from his mouth.

His sudden outburst startles you. “I don’t know what you want me to do!” you snap at him.

Wolffe tries to calm himself. The language barrier is grating on him, so he takes the bucket in his mouth and places his front paws on your knees to gain some height, then haphazardly drops the bucket on top of your head. It sits crooked and looks funny from Wolffe’s vantage point, but it should get the point across.

“Oh,” you realize. “You want me to wear it.”

Wolffe nuzzles his nose against your hand as an affirmation.

You situate his bucket on your head, but it’s too big on you and bobbles around. You think you look ridiculous, but if this is what Wolffe wants then this is what you’re going to do. It’s probably to keep your face from freezing off in the cold, but it could have other uses as well and you just don’t know it.

“How do you see out of this thing?” you ask as you try to walk forward, but the HUD throws you off balance.

Wolffe can’t smile or laugh, but he snorts through his nostrils at your comment. He sees just fine out of it, but then again, it is made for him.

You watch Wolffe’s reaction to your comment and wonder. “Can you understand me?” you ask.

Wolffe nuzzles his nose against your hand again to answer your question.

“We can work with that,” you think out loud. “We need some way to communicate... How about for yes or no questions, touch your nose to my hand for yes and growl for no?”

Wolffe touches his nose to your hand in agreement.

“Well, that was easy,” you breathe.

Actually, none of this is easy. You're several klicks away from your battalion, out in the middle of a snowstorm with a small amount of supplies, and an injured Wolffe who seems to be stuck in a wolf’s body. At least, that’s what you gather from the fact that he is still a wolf and not a human. You don’t have any way to confirm that theory, but you can’t imagine that he would choose to stay a wolf if he had a choice. The words you speak in your mind surprise yourself and you sigh.

Wolffe can smell the storm coming and he nudges your back to push you forward, causing you to stumble.

“Hey!” you turn around and exclaim. “Just because you’re a wolf doesn’t mean you can’t have manners!”

Wolffe snorts, picks his pack back up, and limps past you.

You huff, then hoist your pack onto your back and follow after him.

You’re not sure how long you’ve been walking, but your legs are tired and your body is freezing. The blizzard began to rage not long after you left the forest, and you're both out in the thick of it without much protection. The wind whips around you and threatens to knock you over as it bites your skin through your clothing. Wolffe was smart with making you wear the helmet. There’s no way you would’ve been able to see without it and your ears would have fallen off already.

You have one hand holding the strap of your bag and the other holding onto Wolffe’s tail as he guides you forward through the storm. You don’t know where he’s leading you, but you trust him that it’s towards shelter. Well, that’s what you're hoping for anyway. He, at least, has fur and is made for this type of weather, but, you don’t have a fur coat to keep you warm and your two heavy legs sink further into the deep snow while his four lighter legs sit closer to the surface.

It doesn’t take much longer for you to start staggering, which doesn’t go unnoticed by Wolffe when his tail gets yanked. It hurts, but it’s better than losing you in the storm, so he bears it without complaint. It’s when you let go of his tail that he gets worried. He turns around and looks back to see you laying still in the snow. Panic washes over him and he limps back over to you. He knows that if you stay like this, you’ll get buried in the snow and he can’t let that happen.

Wolffe drops his pack and digs with his paws to get your head out of the snow. He pushes you with his nose to try and get you back up, but you don’t budge. He knows you’re still alive, he can hear your heartbeat, but you still won’t move. He digs around each side of your body as the snow continues to bury your limbs. He grabs onto your outer jacket with his teeth and pulls, but with the weight of the snow you're too heavy for him. He steps back to reassess the situation.

Wolffe paces beside you as he tries to think, then howls in frustration towards the gray sky. Get up, cyare, Wolffe pleads. Please, get up.

He noses at your face, but gets no reaction.

We’re so close, Wolffe says, trying to encourage you to keep moving, like you did for him during the fight, but his voice falls on deaf ears. You have to get up! That’s an order!

He still gets no response. Not even a stir from you.

Don’t make me do this, cyare, Wolffe growls.

He only has one option left and it makes him sick to his stomach. It’s the last thing he wants to do, and he hopes you will forgive him when this is all over, but he’ll do anything to keep you safe. To keep you both safe. He digs out your left arm that has been re-buried by the heavy falling snow and bites down hard.

You jerk at the searing pain in your arm.

The adrenaline in your body starts pumping and you're quickly awoken. You figure you must have fallen asleep since you’re laying in the snow. You look up through the HUD with half-lidded eyes and see Wolffe crouching in front of you, your arm in his mouth. He’s biting you. He’s eating you. You stare at your arm as blood begins to soak through your coat sleeve. You’re scared. Not of the storm, but of Wolffe. He has your arm in his mouth and you're afraid he’ll rip it off.

“Get off me!” you yell hoarsely, scrambling to get up out of the snow and away from him. “I’m not your dinner!”

Wolffe drops your arm before you hurt yourself. I’m sorry.

You stare at him and then your bloody arm in shock and disbelief. “You bit me!”

Regret washes over him at your reaction. I’m so sorry.

“Why?” you ask. You feel heartbroken and confused as to why Wolffe would bite you. Why he would intentionally hurt you. You don’t understand. All of those sweet promises he’s whispered in your ear during moments of passion slip away on the raging winds of the blizzard. He told you he’d never hurt you, but he did. He hurt you and you’re bleeding. “Why would you do that?”

Wolffe drops his tail between his legs and lays himself flat against the snow to seem less intimidating. He wishes he could explain, but he can’t. He never meant for you to misconstrued his intentions so far as to think he would attack you on purpose, or eat you. It’s the worst-case scenario, but he’d rather have you alive and hate him than have you dead and love him. You both need to keep moving, but he lets you settle down before making any more movements.

You lie in the snow as you let the adrenaline run its course. The snow starts to pile around you and in a moment of clarity, you understand why he bit you. If he didn’t wake you, then you would have been buried in the snow and froze to death. It doesn’t make the wound hurt any less, and you’ll never forget what it looked like to have your arm bleeding in his mouth, but you can push past your anger for the moment and move on. You can talk about it later when you’re both safe.

You make an attempt to push yourself up and out of the snow, but struggle. Wolffe gets up and places his muzzle under your other arm, trying to help lift you so you can stand. You get the picture and use him to pull yourself out of the snow. Once you’re up, you lean against Wolffe to help regain your balance before trekking on. Moving is a chore for both of you now. Between his wounds and limp and your frozen and tired body, it’s a miracle you’ve even gotten this far.

When you’re ready to get moving, you grab onto Wolffe’s tail. He picks up his pack, and once again guides you through the blizzard to shelter. It’s not much further before you see a dark shadow appear through the blinding snow. As you get closer, you see the outline of a cabin and breathe a sigh of relief. You knew Wolffe would find shelter, and you’re so thankful that he’s with you. If it weren’t for him, you’d still be back in the woods, waiting to be devoured by wolves.

You approach the cabin and Wolffe scratches at the wooden door, whining for you to open it. You pull the latch and Wolffe drops his pack and runs in before you to be sure it’s safe. The last thing you need is more danger or obnoxious critters. The cabin is dark and cold, but solid, and not too drafty. It will do just fine to wait out the rest of the blizzard. Wolffe circles back from his perimeter search and presses his nose into your hand to let you know it’s safe for you to enter.

With Wolffe’s nose-touch of approval, you pull the door shut against the merciless winds and latch it closed. You drop your pack down, pull out some glow sticks, and the small heat lamp you had in your tent. You crack the glow sticks and place them around the outer areas of the cabin to get some much needed light, then place the small heater in the middle of the room. It won’t throw enough heat for the entire cabin, but it will take the chill out of your bones for the time being.

Wolffe can see without the glow sticks, but he knows you can’t. As you settle in, he does a more thorough reconnaissance and assessment of your situation. There’s a fireplace, some chopped wood, an old table, some broken cabinets with no food in them, and a worn out rug in the middle of the floor. It’s not much, but it’s enough. More than enough, actually. Wolffe turns when he hears you strike a match to light the fireplace. The small fire casts a warm orange glow in the room.

Finally able to relax, you take Wolffe’s bucket off and place it on the table alongside his armor. You pull your coat and gloves off, and blow into your hands to warm them up. It will take a little for the fire to heat the entire cabin. You look over at Wolffe and see the blood dripping from his shoulder. You’re not sure how he’s still standing, but you need to get that wound taken care of before it becomes infected. You grab the medpack from your pack and walk over to the fire.

“Come here,” you call as you sit crisscross on the rug and pat the area next to you.

Wolffe, absolutely exhausted, slowly limps over and lies down on the carpet beside you. He places his muzzle on your left leg and you run a hand across his head. He closes his eyes. You gently move your hand down to touch the area where his shoulder is bleeding and he whines. You frown, then grab the bacta and start applying it. Wolffe kicks out his hind leg at the pain, but he stays still for you. Finally, you wrap the wound in bandages, then take care of the other bites.

Once you’re done with Wolffe’s wounds, you move onto your own. You pull the sleeve up on your left arm, and wince as the movement opens the scabs that are stuck to the fabric.

Wolffe picks his head up off your leg when he hears your pain. He looks for the source and sees the puncture marks of his teeth on your arm. His stomach drops. He gave you that wound. It’s his fault that you’re bleeding and he wishes he could fix it. If only he had the strength to change back, he could bandage your wound, instead of forcing you to do it yourself. In an effort to help, he leans forward and licks at your wound, but you recoil and reflexively whack his nose.

“Ow!” you exclaim. “That hurts!”

Wolffe whines and lowers his head to rest on the rug between his front legs. He didn’t mean to hurt you even more. He just wanted to help. I’m sorry, cyare.

You look at how sad he is and sigh. “I’m sorry,” you whisper. “I know you didn’t mean it.”

Wolffe remains still, but lifts his eyes to look up at you.

You meet his gaze and offer him a sad smile. You can never stay mad at Wolffe for long, even if he did bite you. Usually you like it when he bites you, but not when his teeth are as sharp as a vibro-blade. Besides, there’s no use in staying angry at him, not when he’s already saved your life three times in one day. You pat his head and give him a small scratch behind his ear, which seems to perk him up a little. “Good boy.”

Getting back to the task at hand, you apply the bacta to your wound and wrap it in a bandage. It’s not the best job you’ve ever done, but you did it with one hand, so you feel somewhat proud of yourself. Now that the wounds have been taken care of, you move onto food and water. You get up from the floor and rifle through Wolffe’s pack. You grab the canteens and rations from it, since you used your supply back in the forest, and sit back down next to Wolffe.

You reach out to hand one of the canteens to Wolffe, then stop when you remember he can’t drink out of it like a person. You sigh, stand back up, and walk over to the kitchen area past the old wooden table. There’s no food in the cabinets, but there has to be a bowl you can use, and it doesn’t take long for you to find one. You wipe it out with your shirt and bring it back to where you were sitting, then place it in front of Wolffe’s nose and pour the canteen of water into it.

Wolffe continues to lie on the floor, but picks his head up to lap at the water in the bowl. He didn’t realize how thirsty he was until the first droplets hit his tongue and he eagerly drinks the rest of the bowl, being careful not to spill any of the precious resource. When you try to refill the bowl with more water, Wolffe stops you. He doesn’t need it as much as you do, and if push comes to shove, it’s easier for him to go find water in his wolf form, than it is for you as a human.

Once you’ve had your fill of water, you open up the ration pack and toss one of the bars to Wolffe. He catches it mid-flight in his mouth and eats the entire bar in one bite. You’re a little surprised, but you’re not sure what you were expecting, considering the size of his mouth and what wolves actually eat for sustenance. You chuckle. “Well, those aren’t going to last long.”

When you try to give Wolffe another ration bar, he does the same thing he did with the canteen of water and declines it. He intentionally doesn’t catch it, and the second bar comically bounces off of his head and onto the ground. Wolffe gently picks the ration bar up in his mouth and drops it in your lap for you to eat. He can survive on the one ration bar for a while. It’s more important to him that you get your proper nutrients to help keep you and the little one healthy and safe.

You pick up the ration bar and cringe in disgust that it has some of his wolf-saliva on it. But, then again, it can’t be the worst bodily fluid of Wolffe’s you’ve ever put in your mouth, so you eat it without complaint and try not to think about it too much.

After you finish the ration bar, you and Wolffe sit in silence for a while and just listen to the crackling fire in front of you and the howling blizzard outside. It’s peaceful, in a sort of sense, and almost comforting. You look over at Wolffe and wonder if he’s fallen asleep. He has his front paws crossed with his head resting on top of them and his eyes are closed. You look back over at the fire and yawn, thinking it’s best for you to get some sleep as well. You’re exhausted.

You get up off the floor, walk over to the table, grab the blanket from your pack, and sit back down next to Wolffe. You look over at him and his eyes are open and staring at you. You shake your head at his alertness. Not much gets past him. You stretch your arms out over your head, then lay the blanket on your body. You rest your head on the hard floor, which quickly becomes uncomfortable, and you know you’ll wake up with a crick in your neck if you try to sleep like this.

You sit up and look at Wolffe, who is still watching you. “Can I…” you fidget with the edge of the blanket. “Can I lay on you?”

Wolffe picks his head up and beats his tail against the wooden floor.

You giggle at his response. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

Wolffe changes his position and lies out flat on his side with his legs outstretched towards the fire. He doesn’t care what position he sleeps in, because his fur works as a buffer against even the hardest of surfaces. He’ll gladly be your pillow and he’s happy to oblige you. You're still his cyare, even when he’s in his wolf form. The wolf form changes nothing about how he feels about you or his devotion and duty to protect you. He may be in a wolf’s body, but his heart is his own.

You situate yourself between Wolffe’s legs and lay your head on his side, being careful not to disturb any of the bandages. His body is warm and his fur is soft. You can feel him breathing steadily as his chest rises and falls, and the sound of his heartbeat is so similar to his human form that when you close your eyes, you can imagine it’s him you’re laying against. You nuzzle your cheek against Wolffe’s soft fur and let yourself drift off to sleep, safe by his side.

When you wake up, you feel a slight chill and notice the fire has died down. You need to get up to put more logs on it to stay warm, but you don’t want to move. You lazily rub your face against Wolffe, but it doesn’t feel right. There’s no fur. You pick your head up and look at Wolffe, but he’s no longer a wolf, he’s human. He’s also completely naked. Realizing that he’s going to freeze to death being exposed like that, you lay your blanket on top of him and get up to rekindle the fire.

You're glad he’s back to normal. You weren’t sure how long he was going to be a wolf, or if he was ever going to change back into the man you know, but you feel relieved now. You carefully lift the blanket to check the bandages, and you can see his injuries better now without the fur, and they look good. Nothing is infected, but the bandage on his shoulder needs to be changed. You run your fingers through his hair, then warm yourself by the fire and wait for him to wake up.

It’s not much longer before Wolffe begins to stir and shift uncomfortably on the hard wooden floor. You smile as you hear the familiar grunt he makes when he wakes up from a good night’s sleep and you bask in the sound of the deep voice you love so much. You turn from the fire to look at him, and you see him try to push himself up from the floor and onto all fours. You scoot across the rug and gently push him back down before he reopens the wound on his shoulder.

“Cyare,” Wolffe says, his voice rough with sleep. He tries to touch his nose to you, but he misses by several inches, not realizing that he’s back to his human form.

“It’s me,” you giggle.

“You can understand me?” Wolffe asks in confusion.

“You’re you again,” you explain as you grab his hand and touch it to his face. “See? No fur.”

Wolffe grunts like he has a hangover and places a hand against his throbbing head. “Must have changed back in my sleep.”

“Yeah, about that…” you say, trying to segue into the obvious.

Wolffe slowly sits up, the blanket falling down around his waist. “It’s a long story.”

“We’ve got time,” you counter while sitting down next to him. “The blizzard hasn’t let up.”

Wolffe sighs. He knew this conversation was coming and he thought of several ways to explain it to you without it sounding like some bizarre folktale, but he’d rather not. “You won’t believe me.”

“Try me,” you say with folded arms.

A shiver runs up Wolffe’s spine and he realizes he’s naked. “Can I have my blacks first?”

“Oh, yes, of course,” you say before getting up and grabbing the spare set of blacks Wolffe put in his pack, then returning to hand them to him. “Sorry about that.”

Wolffe chuckles and grabs his blacks from your hands. “Nothing to be sorry about.”

Wolffe quickly puts his blacks on and melts into the comfort of the tight bodysuit against his bare skin. He sits back down next to you and immediately pulls you into his lap, your back against his chest, and wraps his arms around your stomach while burrowing his face in your neck. He peppers your neck with soft kisses, making you smile. His kisses become longer, more focused, and he trails them from your neck down to your shoulder as his hands creep under your shirt.

“Wolffe,” you say knowingly.

“Hm?” he mumbles into your neck.

“You’re stalling,” you say as you remove his hands from under your shirt.

Wolffe grunts at your perceptiveness. He really thought he could make you forget by working you up, but he was dead wrong. You want to know, and he knows you well enough that you won’t let it go until you have an answer. With a heavy sigh, he stops his attack of kisses and shuffles you around in his lap so you’re facing him. “Are you sure you want to know?”

“Yes,” you answer. “Tell me everything.”

Wolffe sighs and begins his recount of the events.

“It was near the beginning of the war. My first campaign after losing my battalion and my eye. I was at my lowest point back then.”

Your shoulders slump and eyes soften at his words.

“During the campaign I got separated from the battalion, on a world similar to this one, and I found myself cold and alone on the side of a snowy mountain, staring up at the night sky and waiting to die. Thought I was going to.”

You lean your head on his shoulder as you continue to listen.

“Then I saw these green and blue lights appear out of nowhere and dance across the black sky, right over my head. They were beautiful. As I stared up at the lights, I saw this white figure jumping down from them like it was a staircase or something. As it got closer, it kinda looked like a wolf, but it was see-through and wispy-like. I’d never seen something like that before.”

You chuckle at Wolffe’s descriptions.

“You find it funny, but I thought I was dying and seeing things. So, the wispy-wolf-looking thing came over to me, and I mean it stood right next to me, and started talking to me. It said I had a ‘strong heart’ and a ‘wise mind’, or something like that, and then it asked me if I wanted to live. I actually thought about saying no, but I ended up saying yes for whatever reason.”

You grab onto Wolffe tightly, and he rubs your back to soothe you.

“Then it spoke again and said it was an ancient wolf-spirit that travels across the night sky, waiting for someone worthy who can tether it back to the ground, or something like that. It didn’t make much sense to me, but I agreed. It was better than dying on that mountainside. Then that thing walked right inside of me and I nearly pissed myself.”

You snort.

“That was my first transformation into an actual wolf. Once I was in the wolf form, I could smell and see and sense all kinds of things. That’s how I found my way back to the battalion. The general was the only one who knew it was me, through the force I guess, and we never told anyone. It took a little to figure out how to transform back, but the wolf-spirit’s been inside me ever since.”

“You can’t get rid of it?” you ask. “Just out of curiosity.”

“Not that I know of,” Wolffe shrugs. “It’ll probably leave me when I die, and go back up into the dancing lights.”

“I guess that makes sense,” you say.

Wolffe tilts his head to the side. “It does?”

“Well, yeah,” you answer.

“So, you believe me?” Wolffe asks.

“Of course,” you say with a small laugh. “There’s no reason not to. Besides, there’s lots of things in this galaxy that we don’t know about, and wolf spirits now aren’t one of them.”

Wolffe gives you a crooked smile and places his forehead against yours. “I don’t deserve you.”

You lean into the embrace and sigh, but your happy moment is interrupted by your growling stomach.

“Hungry?” Wolffe asks.

“A little,” you answer while getting off his lap.

You walk over to the table and pull out the last package of rations from Wolffe’s pack. You open the package and put one of the bars in your mouth, then throw the other one to Wolffe. He catches it, but he doesn’t eat it.

“You can have mine,” Wolffe says.

You cross your arms. “You need to eat.”

“I can wait,” he says.

“You're injured,” you argue. “You need energy to recover.”

“I have reserves,” he retorts.

“Wolffe,” you huff. “I’m not arguing with you. Eat the bar.”

“I said, no,” he says sternly.

“Fine,” you say as you put your coat on. “Then I’ll go find you something to eat.”

Wolffe gets up from the floor and grabs your arm. “You’re not going anywhere.”

You give Wolffe an incredulous look, then yank your arm back. “What is your problem all of a sudden?”

“I’ll go out and find us some food,” he says.

“You’re injured!” you exclaim. “If you transform back into a wolf, you’re going to break open your wound!”

“That’s a risk I’m willing to take,” he says.

“Well, I’m not,” you huff and start walking towards the cabin door.

Wolffe stands in front of it with his arms crossed. “You’re staying in this cabin and that’s an order.”

“Wolffe, I swear to the Maker, you can’t just pull rank on me whenever it suits you!” you exclaim.

“Too bad,” he says.

You fume and try to push past him. “Get out of my way!”

Wolffe groans. “Stop fighting me!”

“Stop telling me what to do!” you yell.

Wolffe grabs your shoulders and shakes you. “What do I have to do, huh?” he asks. “Tie you up?”

“Maybe,” you sneer.

“Why can’t you just listen to me?!” he exclaims.

“Because,” you begin, “you’re not making the best decision for the two of us!”

Wolffe’s patience snaps. “Only because I’m trying to make the best decision for the three of us!”

You pause, taken aback by his choice of words. “Three?”

Wolffe sighs and leans his head back against the door, kicking himself for saying the one thing he didn’t want to say.

“Wolffe,” you ask slowly. “What do you mean by three?”

Wolffe wipes his hand across his face and looks at your confused expression. “You’re pregnant.”

You gasp in shock. “What– How– When– How do you know that?”

Wolffe rubs the back of his neck. “It started out as more than a hunch, but when I transformed into a wolf, I knew for sure because I could hear its heartbeat.”

You place a hand on your stomach and stagger backwards, looking for a place to sit as you try to process this life-changing information.

Wolffe catches you and guides you to one of the chairs by the table. He kneels down in front of you and takes your hands in his. “I wasn’t going to say anything until you figured it out on your own. I’m sorry. It would’ve been difficult to explain.”

You stare at Wolffe, still in disbelief. “I’m pregnant?”

Wolffe nods his head. “Yeah.”

“I’m pregnant,” you say as you continue to stare at Wolffe.

Wolffe isn’t sure what to do, so he just stays still and waits for you to make the next move.

Suddenly, the lightbulb turns on in your head. “That’s why you gave me your rations and why you didn’t want me to leave.”

Wolffe lets his shoulders relax as you finally understand. “Exactly,” he sighs. “I was worried about the baby.”

You start to laugh and Wolffe raises his eyebrow in confusion. You throw your arms around Wolffe’s neck and squish yourself against him tightly. He pulls you from the chair to sit in his lap and holds you there for as long as you will let him. He rubs your back with his hands and soothes you with soft kisses along your neck.

“Will you let me take care of you now?” he whispers.

“Yeah,” you mumble.

Wolffe gives you one last big squeeze, then hoists you up to carry you over to the rug near the fire. He places you down gently on the rug and wraps you up in the blanket, then gives you a small kiss on the cheek. “I’ll be back soon.”

“Promise?” you ask.

“Promise,” he answers.

Wolffe removes his blacks, since it’s the only pair he has and he doesn’t want to ruin them, then hands them to you. “Here, they should smell like me now.”

You smile, take them from him, and breathe in his calming scent.

Wolffe leaves the cabin, making sure the door latches securely behind him, then transforms into a wolf so he can find some food. His shoulder wound still hurts, but he can walk on it without much of a limp now, which is fine for him. Even if it was broken, he would still go out and find you food. The urge to protect and provide is so much stronger now that he knows beyond a shadow of a doubt that you’re carrying his child. He would do anything to keep you both safe.

Now that you’ve settled down and have time to think, you feel bad for being angry and argumentative with Wolffe. Everything he’s done for you since he first found you in the forest has been to protect you and the baby you didn’t even know about. You can’t even begin to imagine how difficult it has been for him to keep that secret for so many weeks. You’re body hasn’t changed, so it never even occurred to you that you could be pregnant, but he knew.

You wait diligently in front of the fire for Wolffe to return, wishing you had a data-pad to distract yourself with, or even a deck of cards, or anything. Waiting in the quiet is making you fidget out of boredom, and if you’re not careful, you’ll fidget your fingernails right off your fingers. You need something busy yourself with, so you scan around the cabin to try and find inspiration. Then you realize that whatever food Wolffe brings back with him is going to need to be cooked. Bingo.

You throw Wolffe’s top blacks over your head, so you don’t have to carry the blanket around, and you walk over to the kitchen portion of the room. You go through all of the broken cabinets and drawers until you find something to cook in. You have a fire, but throwing some dead carcass on an open flame makes your stomach churn. Eventually, you find a large pan hidden away in a corner. It’s a little dusty, but it’ll do. You clean it off, then set it near the fire to preheat.

Satisfied with your preparations, you sit back down onto the rug and continue to wait for Wolffe. Your wait isn’t much longer before Wolffe returns from his hunt, but then again, without a chronometer, you can’t tell how long he’s actually been gone. The latch on the cabin door opens, then closes abruptly, and you smile while stoking the fire. You hear him take a few steps into the cabin as the floor creaks beneath his weight, but the steps are followed by a loud thud.

You whip around to see Wolffe lying on the ground, his fresh kill next to him. You rush over to check and make sure he’s still breathing, and he is. Thank the Maker. His body is cold from exposure, which makes sense, but you notice his breathing is labored and he’s sweating. You put your hand to his forehead and it’s hot. He has a fever. You curse under your breath, and check under the bandage on his shoulder. It’s red around the edges, just what you were afraid of.

“Wolffe,” you say. “I need you to get up for me.”

Wolffe groans.

“Come on,” you say while putting his arm around your shoulder. “You’re too heavy for me. I need you to help me.”

Wolffe musters what he can and you do your best to drag him over to the rug by the fire. His body is cold, and you need to warm him up so he has a chance to fight the infection. You lay him down on the rug and work to get his blacks on. It’s a struggle, and you wish he would’ve stayed in his wolf form since it came with its own fur coat, but you guess it’s better if he can talk to you. You cover him with the blanket, then focus on cleaning and redressing his shoulder.

Once you get Wolffe situated, you turn your attention to the dead creature at the door. You're not completely sure how to turn it into dinner, so you just throw it into the pan next to the fire and hope for the best. It’s better than starving, but you wish you could make it into soup to help Wolffe. You think for a moment, then get an idea. You grab snow from outside and use it to fill the pan. Then take the electrolyte package from the medpack and dump it in the pan too.

You look at your concoction brewing by the fire and narrow your eyes. “That’s going to taste awful.”

“Mesh’la,” Wolffe calls in between pants.

You turn your attention away from the pan and back to Wolffe, then scoot over to him. “I’m here.”

“Sorry,” he breathes.

You smile and wipe his forehead with your sleeve. “Don’t be. You took good care of me, of us. Now it’s my turn.”

Wolffe doesn’t respond, but you know he would if he could. What’s important now is that he gets rest.

After a little while, you check on the weird soup you’re trying to make and see that the creature is thoroughly cooked, at least, you think it’s thoroughly cooked. You taste some of the ‘broth’ and you’re not impressed, but at least it has salt and nutrients in it. You scoop up the broth into one of the bowls you found and bring it over to Wolffe. You situate yourself behind him so he can sit up against you and you can help him drink it. He fights you on it, but you eventually win.

Once you’re both fed, you throw more logs on the fire and settle in on the rug next to Wolffe. He’s shivering from his fever, so you snuggle up to him to try and keep both of you warm. It’s not ideal for you, but you know Wolffe would try to give you the blanket and his blacks if he knew you were cold, and you can’t let him do that, not when he’s sick. With Wolffe heating your back and the fire heating your front, you let your mind slow down and drift off to sleep.

The next two rotations, you guess, are similar. Wolffe’s fever continues as he fights the shoulder infection and the blizzard still rages on outside. You wonder if it’ll ever stop. The only good thing about the cold is that you can leave the leftovers outside and defrost them by the fire when you need them. Lucky for you, Wolffe brought back a decent sized creature that you’ve been able to ration out. But, the food reserves are dwindling, and neither of you will survive on nothing.

Finally, on the third rotation, you think, Wolffe’s fever breaks and his infection looks much better. He continually apologizes to you for getting sick, but he knew that if he didn’t bring back food, and he fell ill, you both would have been in trouble. You, of course, tell him not to worry about it and that you’re glad he came back safely. He saved your life, again, and you couldn’t be more grateful. Actually, he saved both you and your baby’s life, which makes you love him even more.

Not long afterwards, you both notice a silence. It’s still dark outside, but there’s a certain sound missing. The sound of the howling winds. You walk over to the cabin door, with Wolffe right behind you, and you open it to see nothing but a white ground and a black sky. The storm is over. You smile and lean back against Wolffe’s chest in relief. Now you can leave and head towards the rendezvous point to meet up with the battalion. It won’t be difficult with Wolffe leading the way.

As you stare out into the darkness, hot puffs of breath mingling into the cold night air, the sky lights up with green and blue colored streaks. Your mouth gapes and your eyes widen at the magical sight. It’s just like Wolffe described, dancing lights in the night sky. Wolffe wraps an arm around you and pulls you close against him and smiles. He’s happy you get to see them too. Then he hears the spirit within him howl towards the dancing lights above and he feels complete.

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coffeeandbatboys · 2 months

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His pack (Wolffe x Fem!Reader)

Ok honestly I think Wolffe would go crazy at the thought of having a kid of his own.

Warnings: pregnancy, stretch marks, Wolffe absolutely adores the reader, OOC Wolffe.

Your lover has finally come home. After all the nights alone, all of the holo-calls and worrisome days when you didn’t hear from him, he was home.

Wolffe can’t help but stare. You’re standing in all your heavily pregnant glory, carrying a precious child.

His child.

The thought melts him and builds him up simultaneously.

His pack.

It’s been months since he has seen you in person, and each day apart from you made him more desperate to get home.

“Mesh’la.” He whispers happily into your temple, hands over the bump that has definitely grown since he’s been gone.

You gratefully lean into the gesture, before doubt clouds your mind. The dark striation across your skin becomes a burning reminder.

“I have stretch marks now.” You mutter with a frown.

He shakes his head. “Better to have those from a job not easily done than scars from battle. You…” he kneels to kiss your bump, specifically the areas with marks, “…are absolutely amazing Cyar’ika.”

The look he gives you is so full of love and joy. Maker, he may have a cold exterior, but he is yours till the day he will keel over and die. And you have a feeling that the same honor will be extended to your child.

His child.

His pack.

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221bshrlocked · 1 year

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desire for obedience

Pairings: Commander Wolffe x Jedi Fem!Reader

Words: 5656

Warnings: Angsty Smut. Semi-Public but Consensual Sex. Some Dirty Talk. Rough Manhandling/Sex. Clothed Male Naked Female. Penetrative, Unprotected Sex (Wrap the Shlong before you King Kong my Dudes). Slight Breeding Kink. Creampie. Implied Squirting. Indirect Love Confessions. 79′s shenanigans.

Summary: You risk your life to save Wolffe and Boost’s. Wolffe doesn’t appreciate you disobeying his orders. Things escalate at 79′s...

A/N: I was minding my own business writing a oneshot involving a threesome with Crosshair and Mayday when this suddenly happened so here you go. I am not okay after that Bad Batch episode so naturally I am writing smut to make myself feel better. Enjoy my lovely Clone lovers and let me know how I’m doing in the comments please and thank you. You can add yourself to the taglist here if you like.

If it had been any other day, you would have brushed aside the flare of anger heating all around you, chalking it up for the particularly extraneous mission you and your battalion had just returned from. But the last rotation brought about many revelations, one of which involved the Clone Commander currently staring daggers into your very soul. You avoided him as much as you can, and from the looks of it, he noticed your tactics and was getting extremely tired of them.

When you look up at him again through the multitude of white armor surrounding the two of you, you find his eyes narrowed dangerously at you, jaws clenched tightly as he realizes that you were very much aware of why he was fuming at you. A question breaks your attention away from him, and you turn to the trooper beside you, pretending to laugh at whatever anecdote he just said to avoid the tempest threatening to take you over.

You know why he’s behaving this way, and as much as you hate to admit it, he had every right to feel this way. But you couldn’t tell him that, mostly because you didn’t want to hear how disappointed he was with your decision or how right he was that you weren’t ready for your position.

You continue nodding at the trooper, completely oblivious to the slow approach of the man you’ve been avoiding for the better half of the day.

“Good evening Commander,” the words snap you back to reality and you look up in time to see Wolffe’s unwavering gaze threatening to bring you to your knees.

“This next round is on me boys,” you blurt out immediately, avoiding any and all contact with Wolffe’s rather dangerous eyes as you take a step back from the group. “Order anything you want and p-put it on my tab.” You manage to breathe out before you turn around and head towards the refreshers, praying to the maker that 79’s wasn’t seeing too much action in the back tonight.

You barely manage to move past the dancing crowd, keeping your hand firmly placed on your lightsaber in an attempt to calm yourself. If you didn’t know better, you would have thought that Wolffe had every intention to shoot you with his blaster the second he walked up to your group. Slamming the door open, you head towards one of the sinks and turn on the cold water, splashing your face several times and dragging the water down your neck in an attempt to calm down.

Not a second later, the door opens quietly, making you sigh heavily as you look for anything to wipe your face. You hope that the occupant behind you doesn’t try to ask you if everything is okay because you aren’t sure how you can manage to respond to that question. It’s eerily quiet as you pat your face down with the edge of your robes, and when you don’t hear any movement towards one of the stalls, you look up into the mirror and feel a wave of cold ice wash over you.

Gulping down the anxiety threatening to make itself apparent in the form of a stream of tears, you turn around slowly and watch as Wolffe tilts his head to the side and continues to stare into your eyes. You say nothing, unsure of what or how you were supposed to get yourself out of this sticky situation.

Then he locks the door and taps on it twice, and you know you’re in for it.

“Wol- um, Commander. H-how may I be of service?” You hate the way your entire body shakes whenever you’re in his presence, even more so now as he slowly approaches you, the look of a predator clear and visible on his features.

You had always wondered why he was named Wolffe, but as his jaw tenses, the veins on his neck straining from how harsh he’s biting down, pronouncing the nearly homicidal look brewing in his eyes, you finally understand how he came about his name.

Maker, he looked positively frightening.

It aroused you to no end.

“I’m only going to ask this once, and you better have a damn good answer.” His voice is menacing, and you swear you hear a growl emit from deep within his chest as he speaks, as if he was embodying the spirit of the animal he was named after.

“Yes Commander?” You pray that your nervousness calms him a little, maybe prove to him that the last thing you intended to do was get on his nerves. When he says nothing and continues to walk towards you, you can’t help but back up, and as soon as your back hits the cold tile wall, you feel your heart skip a beat at the prospect of being at his mercy.

He had finally cornered you, like a prey, and the only thing left for you to do was to follow his lead and ensure that he understood who was in charge here.

Wolffe’s eyes never once leave your own, and you will yourself to continue breathing so you don’t pass out from the intensity of his gaze. He says nothing for what you deem as too long, and only when he’s a foot away from you does he finally break the terrifying silence that has washed over the room.

“What the fuck were you thinking?”

You immediately know what his question is in reference to, and you know for a fact that playing dumb would do you no good, especially now that he had you at his mercy. You look back and forth in between his eyes, the scar adorning his right eye appearing much more threatening this up close. You part your lips to try and answer his question, but nothing comes to mind, nothing that would satiate the Force signature completely engulfing you in this instance.

“I- I was just…”

“Disobeying orders?” He cuts you off, taking one more step towards you until you are completely overwhelmed by him. You want to scream at him, push him aside and remind him that you were the General and he was the Commander, that you outranked him and didn’t have to listen to anything he said. But the two of you would know that you’re lying, because up until now, you had seldom made him feel like he was inferior to you. When it came to the battlefield, Commander Wolffe was among the best of the best, with his experience, his tactical intelligence, and his sheer will to ensure the safety of those around him.

Which is how you found yourself in this mess.

You had disobeyed a direct order, went after him and Boost when he told you to leave the two of them and accompany the rest of the battalion. You had never seen someone so furious before, and you ignored everything he spewed at you as you single-handedly fought through hundreds of battle droids to get to the two of them.

Looking into his eyes now, you’re also reminded of the small flicker of hope that broke through the violent rage of his Force signature when he saw you approaching him and Boost. It was that little flame that led you to him and his brother, the same one you could feel slowly heating within his chest now.

You got the sense that it wasn’t just hope for being saved, but something else entirely, something you prayed for every day and night as you accompanied the Wolfpack on every mission that Master Plo Koon couldn’t go on.

“Wolffe, I-” before you can try to come up with a response that wouldn’t get you in more trouble, Wolffe takes the last step towards you, slamming both of his arms on either side of your head and caging you in, until the only thing you could see was him.

“What were you thinking?” He asks once more, and if you didn’t know better, you’d think his question wasn’t about the events of the morning today, but something else entirely.

You swallow down your nerves, knowing that the sentiment about to form on your lips would shift the dynamics between the two of you.

“I was thinking of you.”

The reality of the meaning behind your words hits Wolffe almost as soon as you’ve come to accept them yourself. His eyes widen in shock, and you feel his Force signature simmer down soon after, allowing you to say the next confession with ease.

“I’m- I’m always thinking of you.”

Again, the Clone Commander stands there in a state of surprise and disbelief. You think perhaps that you shouldn’t have revealed to him the reason behind your actions, and before you can apologize for the bold response, you sense a dramatic spike in his Force signature, one that sends a shiver down your spine.

“Fuck.” He breathes the word with such heartache that you don’t registers what’s happening until you feel the wind get knocked out of you.

Wolffe lunges at you with a growl, and you part your lips in surprise as soon as you feel his lips dominate your mouth. You allow a few seconds to pass by, mostly so you can be certain you weren’t imagining this and that the call of your name wouldn’t wake you from your sleep and ruin this moment. When he wraps his hand around your throat and pushes you harder into the wall with his body, you know this wasn’t another dream.

Slowly shutting your eyes, you surrender to the war the Commander was waging on your body, and as you try to wrap your arms around his shoulders, he lets go of your neck and grabs both of your wrists, slamming them harshly against the cold, solid wall above your head before grasping them in one, rather aggressive hold. You sigh into him, melting against the dominance of his touch as his palm returns to your jugular and softly increases the pressure around your neck.

You tilt your head to the side to allow him more access, and it must be what he wants from you because he deepens the kiss instantly, shoving his tongue inside your mouth until the only thing you can taste is the faint flavor of the bitter whiskey he was drinking earlier.

But before you can enjoy him, Wolffe pulls away and stares down at you, looking back and forth between your eyes in search of something, of what you’re unsure. You say nothing, whimpering against him as he chokes you harder and pushes the length of his body into your own.

“You shouldn’t have said that.” His voice is hoarse, engulfing you in a state of unadulterated desire, something you were sure he was unintentionally transferring onto you the longer he kept you in his arms. It’s not that you didn’t feel the same, far from it. It just felt strange to finally sense him so deeply, as if he has kept his emotions bottled up for so long and could no longer hold back now that you voiced your mutual desire for him.

“Wolffe, please.” you moan his name as you throw your head back and enjoy the devastation he was bringing upon your body.

It must be all he needs to hear because in the blink of an eye, Wolffe is dragging you away from the wall towards the sinks again. He turns around roughly, and you tremble at his handling of you, only to look up and see the way he’s staring at you through the mirror. Before you can say anything, ask him what he was planning on doing with you, you hear the loud sound of plastoid armor hitting the ground. You gulp loudly as you feel his palm across your back, pushing you down slowly until you are bent over the sink, both hands holding onto the steel supporting your body.

“I’m going to fuck you, mesh’la. I’m going to fuck you hard, and mark you up so everyone can know.” The promise he delivers makes you shake with need, and you don’t dare blink away from him, afraid you’d miss the way his handsome features shift with each strike of pleasure he lands on you. Without missing a beat, Wolffe takes hold of your robes and pulls them off of your body, throwing them on the opposite sink before unclipping your lightsaber from your belt. You’re about to ask him to be careful with handling it but he doesn’t give you a chance to say anything, instead hanging it on his own belt carefully to avoid any harm to it.

You’re not sure why, but the sight of your weapon, a tool that you’ve spent your entire life forming a connection to, hanging around his belt makes you wet, and you stare at its reflection as he moves closer to you, watching as it swings back and forth while he undresses you completely.

“Don’t you dare look away from me.” Wolffe warns, the growled command pulling your gaze back to his in the mirror and making you wish you weren’t at 79’s but somewhere more private. You nod instantly, wanting him to know that you didn’t mean to shift your attention elsewhere. When he’s satisfied with your response, he reaches around and unzips your pants, dragging them down quickly before taking hold of the hem of your shirt and tugging it up your body. You help him take the offending object off of your person, and watch with fascination as he throws it above your robes before stepping back to look at you.

You’re nearly naked, and as you look at his reflection, you can’t help the rush of excitement that rakes over your body when you notice the feral, hungry look he was giving you now, as if he’s wanted this for so long and couldn’t believe his eyes. You try to raise yourself a little, but the small movement snaps Wolffe out of his haze, making him return to your space and push you down again. You brace yourself against the mirror, both hands dragging against the shiny, cool surface slowly beginning to fog over from the damp air filling the small room.

“Look at you, waiting for my next order.” He taunts you then, dragging his fingers up and down the side of your body before bringing his still-clothed chest against your back. The armor is harsh and cold against your heated skin, but you don’t care, knowing that whatever he was planning on doing to you would make you forget very quickly the discomfort of the plastoid.

“Wolffe.”

“That’s Commander Wolffe to you, mesh’la.” He leans over and whispers in your ears as he reaches around with one hand and cups your breasts. You shut your eyes to relish in the warm touch of his hand, only to open them in shock when he lands a particularly hard slap to your lower thighs not a second after.

“I thought I told you not to look away from me.” Wolffe growls again, and as you’re about to apologize, he leans over and bites into your neck, chuckling to himself when you moan his name lewdly and arch your back against him. He soothes over the bite with his tongue, kissing along your neck and down to your shoulder as he looks up and sees you staring at him.

“Maybe you can be obedient after all.” There is a dangerous glint in his eyes, and you nod at him, wanting him to know that you would whatever he says, even if it were at your expense.

Thinking he would drag this out, you lean down a little more until you can feel the edge of the sink dig into your hips.

“I’m going to fuck you General, until this whole bar knows who’s making you scream.” He says as he lets go of you and palms his cock through the blacks beneath his armor. You want to look at him, and you get the sense that he is daring you to shift your focus from his eyes to his hands, but you don’t give into the temptation, instead biting into your lower lip and doubling down on the eye contact.

“Please Commander!” You plead for him, no longer caring on whether you sound pathetic or not, and it must please Wolffe greatly, the use of the honorific and the wanton tone of your voice, because he lowers his blacks down far enough to free his cock and spits on his hand before covering himself with the wet palm of his hand.

“You’re going to leave tonight with my cum trailing down your thighs, General. And if you can be an obedient little sweetheart for me, I’ll make sure you cum too.” Wolffe groans against your ears, making you whine his name over and over again as you feel his hand moving behind you. You want to beg him to end your misery, take what he wants from you and mark you up however he wants, but the only thing that manages to escape your throat is a long sigh in the form of a desperate plea.

When you feel his fingers push your panties to the side, you brace yourself for the onslaught he would soon deliver to your body. Then he pushes his cock against your wet folds, and you realize that this may hurt more than you initially thought.

Fuck, you couldn’t wait for that sweet burn.

You part your lips to tell him exactly that, only to watch as Wolffe stares into your eyes while he pushes his dick into your cunt, not bothering to slow down until he is fully sheathed inside you. He’s larger than you imagined, thicker and warmer too, and you nearly close your eyes to commit this feeling to memory, only to feel a hand grab your neck and push down on it until your gaze is wide open.

“Keep those pretty eyes on me. I w-want you to watch me as I fuck you, General.” His voice falters briefly, making your heart threaten to leap out of your chest at the prospect of having a similar effect on him as he was having on you. He wraps his other arm around your chest, keeping you flush against him with his unwavering hold on your body.

“I want you to watch me as I teach your body how to take me…how to pleasure me…how to make me cum.” He breathes heavily against you, barely pulling out before snapping his hips back against you. You cry out his name into the night air, fogging up the mirror further as he quickly sets a pace that makes you see stars. You have no control over your reaction to him, nor to the way he seems to coax pleasure from your body. With each drag of his thick cock against your tight walls, you remember the sliver of hope he offered you all those hours ago, one that was similar in nature to the look he was giving you now.

“Fuck…I’m going teach you how to be obedient, even- kriff, even if it’s the last thing I do.” His words become less dangerous and more affectionate, and it finally settles in why he’s been so angry with you ever since you saved him and his brother.

He truly thought you were of more value than him.

The idea that Wolffe sees himself this way brings tears to your eyes, and you don’t have time to dwell on anything but this sad sentiment before you’re openly crying in his arms.

Wolffe is too far gone to notice when you start crying, constantly biting into your flesh to prevent himself from dragging you to the ground and mounting you like an animal. He fucks you harder, thrusting his hips against you the more you clench around him and bring him closer to the edge. It’s only when you sob that he realizes you’re practically breaking down in his arms, and he stops instantly, letting go of your neck and almost pulling out of you.

Then your hand snaps to his wrist and pulls it back to your neck, and Wolffe is unsure of what he’s meant to do. You shake your head at him, quickly wiping away the tears with the back of your arm before returning your hands to the mirror in front of you.

“Please, make me yours.” You hope he understands what you’re trying to say because you’re not sure if your mind will manage to come up with another coherent sentence if he asked you to elaborate. He stares at you for a while, gauging your reaction to his touches as he massages your back and your sides, studying you to be certain of your desires for him. When he finds your gaze unwavering, the beautiful pout on your lips begging for his lips, he slowly drags his hand down your body until they reach the back of your thighs.

With immense ease, he takes hold of your thigh and pushes it higher, until you’re resting your knee against the sink as well. Your entire upper body is bent now, nearly pushing against the mirror, and Wolffe clenches his jaw tightly before he leans into your space once more, sending his cock impossibly deeper into your cunt.

“Sir, yes sir.” He whispers his response as he widens his stance and grabs both of your hips, fucking up into you with harsh, deep thrusts until you could no longer keep your voice down.

You somehow manage to keep your eyes on him through the mirror, wanting to give him whatever he wants so he could keep fucking you. There’s a rush of vulnerability that fills your lungs, and you realize it’s a mixture of both of your feelings when you notice the way Wolffe’s features shift from anger to hurt.

If he knows you understand why he’s behaving this way, he mentions nothing of it, instead choosing to shove his cock harder into you until the only thing you can focus on is the perfect way he continues to fill you with his dick. You can feel every twitch and every vein on his cock dragging deliciously across your tight, wet walls and consistently hitting that small spot that makes you scream in sheer agony.

“Mine. You’re fucking mine, mesh’la. You hear that?” Wolffe asks, not really expecting you to respond to his question.

“Yes, ‘m yours…‘m all yours Commander.” You cry in ecstasy as he tightens his hold around your waist, surely leaving bruises there for you to trace in the days to come.

“My perfect fucking Jetii’ika, taking my cock like a good girl.” He manages to return his gaze to you now, knowing that he hasn’t imagined you telling him that you were his.

“Fuck…ahh fuck, are you close? Please cyar’ika, tell me you’re close. Tell me you’re going to cum on my cock.” Gone is the menacing, commanding Clone Commander, and you rest your forehead on the mirror briefly before you pull away and look into his eyes again.

“Not- not until you cum first.” You respond with a whimper, the raw emotion behind your words sending Wolffe into a state of shameless craving, a need to make you belong to him. He leans over you, wincing lightly when you hiss at the cold, plastoid of his armor as it digs into your skin. Wrapping his arm around your body and neck one last time, he turns your head to the side until your lips are near his own, and without wasting another second, he kisses the corner of your lips and whispers one last order for you to follow.

“Cum for me General, cum for your Commander.”

“Yes sir.”

He molds his lips with your own as soon as you respond, swallowing down your moans of pleasure as he pushes his cock one last time into your cunt and fills you with his seed. You shake violently in his arms as you feel the heat of his cum rush into you, painting your walls with hot strings of his pleasure just as he reaches down and flicks your clit with his fingers. You nearly topple over, but Wolffe doesn’t give you a chance to part from him, shifting your neck so he can keep kissing you while he pulls an orgasm out of your abused body. He grunts and bites into your lower lip, grinding his hips against you until you’ve milked him dry, but he doesn’t stop there, continuing to rub your oversensitive clit until you force his cock out of your cunt and fall into blinding pleasure. You break from him then, falling against the mirror as he doesn’t slow down and elongates your climax. Only when you scream and plead for him to stop does he finally remove his hand from your wet folds, resting his entire weight on top of your own as he mirrors your actions and attempts to catch his breath.

Neither of you say anything for a while, and even though Wolffe had just fucked you within an inch of your life, you can’t find it in yourself to look him in the eyes, the previous shyness you’ve held whenever he’s around returning a thousandfold.

Once again, Wolffe mistakes your timidity for fear, and he loosens the hold he has on your neck instantly, rubbing your skin to soothe away whatever he’s done to you. You can feel his Force signature shift once again, and you’d tell him later that, for someone who prided himself in keeping his emotions under check, he wore his heart on his sleeves.

“I’m okay Wolffe, I swear.” You whisper into the silent air between the two of you, waiting until he begins to touch you again with more familiarity before speaking again.

“I didn’t know, but…I’m not sorry for what I did.”

It’s probably not what he expects to hear from you, and the reluctant demeanor turns into fiery irritation once again when you meet his eyes through the mirror and he sees that you meant your words.

“How could you say that?” He asks, not knowing how else he should respond to your confession.

“Because the thought of you dying scares me to death, and…and I will never value my life more important than your own.” You tell him, matter of factly, hoping that he wouldn’t question your feelings any further.

“You can’t think like that, General.” Wolffe frowns, sighing heavily as he takes a few steps back and rests against one of the stalls. You mirror his expression and slowly lower your leg to the floor, wincing slightly when a sharp pain shoots across your body and nearly forces you to the ground.

Wolffe is right behind you in an instant, wrapping his arms around you and turning you around slowly in his arms before pushing you up to sit on the sink. He begins to move away, already regretting everything he’s just done now that he knows how much he hurt you. You don’t let him get too far though, dragging him by his wrist until his arms were framing your body once more.

“You’re not being fair Wolffe. You- you can’t expect me to not fear for your life the way you do mine. I- I can’t think less of you…I won’t. You have to understand that.” You cup his neck until he looks at you, and it takes too long for his Force signature to finally ebb down again. Only then do you feel confident enough to lean into him and take his lips in a chaste kiss, one that doesn’t remain soft for too long because in the blink of an eye, Wolffe is hugging you tightly and bringing you flush against him. You spend the next few minutes stealing each others’ breath away, and when you’re satisfied enough with his recognition of your emotions, you let go of him and fall back to rest against the mirror.

A moment later, Wolffe begins to chuckle and digs his nails into your skin as he explores your body. You wipe the sweat from your forehead and watch as he takes in your nearly nude form. There’s a sentiment forming on your lips, one that you knew would shift your relationship with him further, but you get the sense that it wouldn’t be the right time to say it now, mostly because of what it would entail should he say it in return.

“Looks like we still have to work on your obedience, sweetheart.” You know he’s joking, but the way he looks at you now lets you know that there was some truth behind those words.

“Whatever you say Commander.” You try to shift closer to him but Wolffe distracts you with a rough swipe of his fingers against the mess in between your thighs. Before you can ask him to slow down, Wolffe grips the edge of your panties tightly and rips them from your body, leaving you as shocked and embarrassed as when he first walked into the refresher.

“What- how am I supposed to leave now?” You ask, only to cease to breathe when he brings the ruined material to his nose and takes a long whiff of your mixed scents.

“With all due respect sir, I never promised you’ll be leaving with your dignity tonight.” He laughs as he shoves the fabric into his pocket and puts his slowly hardening cock back into his blacks. You watch as he reaches for the codpiece and latches it onto his armor again, moving to the side to fix his hair and right himself before he hands you your clothes.

He’s as good as new in the span of a few minutes, and you hate how ruined you look when you jump off the sink and turn around to look at yourself in the mirror. Your hair is a mess, and your neck is littered with love bites, ones you knew would be visible even when you wore all of your robes.

Pulling your pants back up, you shift uncomfortably when you feel Wolffe’s cum slide down your thighs and make an even bigger mess inside your pants. You shake your head when you glance to the side and watch Wolffe eye you down hungrily, as if he hasn’t just fucked your brains out.

“I’ll have you know, I could write you up for insubordination…Commander.” You tease him as he hands you your shirt with feigned innocence, all the while dragging his eyes across your body until your skin erupts with goosebumps. You fix yourself to the best of your abilities, throwing your outer robes slightly higher around your neck so no one outside knows what you just did.

Assuming they didn’t hear you scream his name a thousand times already.

“That’s a little inaccurate, sir.” Wolffe remarks as he unhooks your lightsaber from around his belt and stands behind you again, not moving a muscle until you rest your head against his shoulder and surrender to the sensation of his lips around your neck again.

“Oh yeah, h-how so?”

Wolffe chuckles, and you can almost feel the smirk on his handsome features as he continues to shower your flushed skin with kisses.

“I wasn’t the insubordinate one here…General.” Whereas you heard the growl before, you can feel it rumble against your back now, and you thank the maker that he was standing behind you because you’re sure you would have fallen to your knees if he wasn’t.

“Hmm.”

“If you really want to write me up for insubordination, sir…perhaps we can take this somewhere else.” Wolffe traces the length of your neck with his tongue, bringing his arms around your body and cupping both of your breasts in his larger hands to pull you closer to him.

“And where- oh Force help me, where do you recommend we g-go?” You arch your back into him, throwing your hands back and tugging on his curly locks while he continues to teach your body how to recognize his touch.

“Well, we can go back to yours…not much privacy though.”

“No…not- not enough privacy.” You repeat his words, shivering with embarrassment when he laughs at how easily he has you wrapped around his fingers.

“Or, we can go back to mine.” Wolffe suggests, sucking another red mark on the skin just below your jaw, not caring for how hard it will be to cover up.

“But…but what if the boys are there?” Your mind is coherent enough to understand the dangers behind getting caught, but your question only makes Wolffe harder, the prospect of his men seeing you beneath him as he fucked you into kingdom come making him wish he didn’t have such nasty thoughts of you.

“I’m a Commander, cyar’ika. I get to have my own quarters…besides, if I tell the boys they saw nothing, then they saw nothing.” He shrugs his shoulders when you open your eyes and look at his reflection in the mirror. This up close, Wolffe looks more relaxed and content, perhaps even a little younger. You can’t believe how different he appears now, but you can’t find it in yourself to care, mostly because of how delicious those whispered promises sounded to your ears.

“You’re wrong, Wolffe.” You respond to him and watch as his eyebrows furrow at your words. Before he can misunderstand you, you turn around and throw your arms around his shoulders, leaning up on your tiptoes until the two of you are breathing the same air.

“You’re not just a Commander, you’re my Commander.”

The smile Wolffe graces you with will be etched in your mind until the end of the universe, and he hums at you approvingle before grabbing your neck and sealing the night in another heated kiss.

“Damn right I am.”

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Wolffe Pup

Commander Wolffe x fem!reader

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Summary: You introduce a very timid Wolffe to your adopted daughter and it's love at first sight.

a/n: I've decided to make my annual reappearance with no explanation as to where I've been and a 5k Wolffe x fem!reader story to melt your hearts. Enjoy ;)

Your fingers fidget anxiously with each other. The platform is busy. Of course, it’s always hectic the first few hours after a campaign, but maybe everything seems busier today with all the thoughts racing through your head.

Today was the day Wolffe was going to meet your babygirl. Your sweet, little Aurora.

The thought brings tears to your eyes. She's everything to you, that bubbly little thing. The biggest cheeks, toothless smile, and deep brown eyes that somehow remind you of Wolffe’s.

He wasn’t even a part of your life when you went through the adoption process. Or even when you’d finally taken her home. You and Wolffe met a few months into your journey through single motherhood. You were young, yes, but stable enough in your job, and always yearned to care for a little baby and give her all the love someone else couldn’t.

Wolffe never pushed for you to share your daughter’s life with him, and you made sure to give yourself the time to get acquainted with her first. To build the bond and love between you two, even though you felt it from the first time you held her. And Wolffe was so patient and understanding with you wanting to take your time introducing him to Aurora. But at the same time, you shared so much with him because you knew he loved it, and it just warmed your heart how calm and attentive he was, with a little smile on his face, when you showed him pictures of her little growing body and shared with him how she was doing. You knew he already felt like she was a part of his life.

So here you waited, nervously. Biting your nails now. You’ve tucked yourself into your corner, the ‘safe place’ Wolffe designated as yours long ago, saying it was too chaotic in this place for you to ever be wandering around searching for him and vice versa. Though you have a sneaking suspicion his orders have something to do with the time he found you surrounded by a bunch of his flirting troopers- shiny’s, obviously- far away from your agreed waiting point that time. That’s not a mistake any knowing trooper would make with the Commander’s girl. And unfortunately for them, Wolffe didn’t seem to care that Boost had definitely put them up to it, snickering at the shiny’s petrified faces as their Commander marched in their direction and fortified himself in front of you.

You really did try not to laugh. But they did look like they’d just found out they were committing treason or something. It would have been extremely funny if you didn’t catch sight of that frightening scowl on Wolffe’s face as he turned away from them, before softening it to a look of concern.

“If they bothered you, I’ll assign them to hard labor in the cargo bay for 10 months, not 5. Just say the word.”

“They weren’t bothering me, Wolffe.” You smiled, encouraging the frown to disappear from his stern face.

He let out a huff, “Well that makes one of us.”

Your cheeks tug upwards just thinking about him, about how irritated he’d been with the men– pretty furious actually. Shouting out retributions and threatening to sanction them all to Fox for prison guard duty. He’s truly not that harsh though. You were held tight under his arm, wide-eyed and shocked by his reaction as he shouted, to the point where you had to intervene and tell him it was just harmless fun. His gloved fingers were firm around your arm, unhappy eyes softening as he looked at you regrettably before finally yelling at his troopers to get lost and whispering something to you about encouraging them too much.

The memory makes you giggle, and warms your cheeks as you remember to relax and just wait for your Commander to come by for you. Butterflies in your stomach and a shy smile on your face, it’s hard to contain your giddiness, you’re just so excited to see him… It’s a special day.

You finally spot a distinctly marked helmet emerging from the crowd. Not quite the trooper you were hoping for, but you’re pleased nonetheless. Where there’s a Boost, there’s usually a Wolffe.

You smile brightly at the trooper as he approaches, thankful to see that he’s made it home safely. You know how much these boys mean to their Commander.

He raises his hand up in an awkward wave, looking a little stiff as he walks over to you and pulls off his helmet. You would be concerned about his behavior if it weren't for the smile that he tossed your way, albeit laced with discomfort.

You raise your eyebrows at him in a ‘what did you do now’ manner, assuming Wolffe’s tardiness is because of him.

“Uh, hey vod'ika.” He says, coming to a stop in front of you.

“Hi Boost, successful mission?” You ask, smiling politely.

“Yeah, um, look…I need to apologize for… something,” He says, his hand raising to nervously scratch at the back of his neck.

You frown a bit, confused but ready to let him say his piece, “Okay?”

“It’s uh, about Wolffe.”

He hesitates, eyes darting up and down like he’s having a hard time maintaining eye contact with you. You give him an encouraging nod, attempting a small smile again despite the pit in your stomach growing bigger, “Okay?”

“It’s just that, uh,” He clears his throat, adjusting the hold on his helmet. “Well w-we knew the Commander was, uh,” Another grunt to clear the windpipe, “Just, uh, that he was going to be meeting your-uh…your daughter,” This time he coughs, seeming to struggle with the admission, “Uh, you know, whenever it was that we got back, that is..”

The smile was wiped clean off your face halfway through that sentence.

“Okay.”

You can see the panic flashing in his eyes, noting your less than pleased reaction already, but wanting to quickly explain the situation, “And..um… well we may have given him,” Another cough, “A little bit too hard of a time about meeting her.”

Insult and defensiveness immediately boils your blood, your frown quickly morphing into a scowl, “What about meeting my daughter?”

His eyes widen immediately, “Oh! No no - osik - no, it’s nothing like that, it's just- ah,“ He sighs, covering his face with both hands and grumbling curses in Mando'a. “Look I’m so sorry it’s just… he was all excited and-”

“-I know he was excited, is he not anymore?” You ask, anxiety and worry making you sound more angry than shaken - which you definitely feel.

Boosts face morphs further into panic at your distressed reaction, quickly raising his hands in a harmless motion, “No! He's been so looking forward to it! Beaming with pride, ma’am..” He rushes, sounding desperate. “But we… the pack I mean, uh…we may have sort of insinuated that… well that…”

“That what?” You ask, sounding more hurt now.

He winces, his voice sounding small as he mutters, shamefully, “..that your baby would burst into tears at the sight of his face.”

Your mouth hits the floor, utterly mortified, “You what!”

“We’re so sorry, vod’ika.” A second remorseful voice speaks behind you. You whip around to see Comet, approaching you slowly and looking like a kicked puppy.

“C-Comet! Boost! You know how insecure he is about his scar!” You snap, your own nerves getting the better of you. “What in the galaxy did you say?”

“It was harmless teasing at first! Honest!” Boost defends, jumping back in. “Just stupid stuff about wearing a baby harness over his armor and being a dad and…and he laughed along at first, seemed to like the teasing actually..the boys caught sight of his datapad and, look it was just harmless teasing!”

You sigh, trying to level your disappointment and anxiety. “What’s this about his datapad?”

“His..? Oh, the picture of you. A-and your daughter. Ma’am.”

“Her name is Aurora.” You grumble, the sadness growing in your chest.

“Right,” Comet says, a hand coming to rest on your shoulder. “Aurora, that’s a beautiful name.” He says, an apologetic and guilty smile on his face. “She’s beautiful vod’ika.”

Your heart tugs a little at the words. She is. The most beautiful.

“Well I know that.” You still scoff, though your temper calms down a bit. “Wolffe..showed you a picture?”

Comet rubs the back of his neck, nervously looking at Boost, “Not exactly, we grabbed his datapad when we caught sight of the resting screen image. Sorta, passed it around out of his reach.”

“Which picture?” You ask reluctantly. Wolffe saved a picture of you and Aurora as his resting screen image? When had you even sent him one?

“A very beautiful picture.” Comet smiles, “the two of you cuddling or something. She’s laughing.”

Your heart flutters.

Oh, that picture.

On his last excursion you’d woken up to a message he’d sent after you fell asleep. The 104th had decided to head out early the next morning into a droid-heavy sector on an already hostile planet. You knew you probably wouldn’t be hearing from him for a few days, which was enough on its own to keep you seriously on edge without the added risk, but he promised he’d be careful and told you he loved you.

You didn’t even think twice about pulling your babygirl up close and snapping a photo. Come home safe to us, you wrote. It was you and your Aurora…she had a big smile on her face as you tickled her, her ear gently caught between your teeth as you bared them like a rascally pup chewing on its favorite toy. It’s one of your favorite pictures of the two of you ever, so silly and tender at the same time, Rory shining front and center in that one, and he set it as his datapad screen..

You couldn't help the little smile, just imagining him shouting orders in the strategy room or walking through the hanger holding the datapad, image flashing to life every time he lifted it in his grasp. You have no doubts, you want that man in your little girl's life.

These thoughts bring you to sigh, before scowling at the boys in front of you. These di’kuts. You know deep down how much Wolffe has been looking forward to this. It was something you never would have expected from the hot-blooded Commander. You’re not even sure he realized how invested he was in what you had. You think most women venturing into single parenthood would feel confused, maybe threatened, meeting a man who so desperately wants to be a part of little Aurora’s life in any way you shared with him, even if he tried to suppress it and not put that on you.

He was so patient and understanding with you wanting to take your time introducing him. But at the same time, you shared so much with him because you knew he loved it, and truthfully it just warmed your heart how smiley he would get when you showed him pictures and told him how she was doing. You knew he already felt like she was a part of his life.

Which evidently now was a problem. “You guys,” you sighed, rubbing your hands over your face, “This is not good I-I don’t know what to do-“

“Please, please, don’t be mad at him if he’s weird, vod’ika,” Comet pleads, bringing you back to the moment, and reminding you that now, you were extra pissed. “It was our fault! You-” he sighs, pain filling his features, “-You should have seen his face when the words left Sinker’s mouth, we got in his head.”

Boost groans at Comet’s words, distress covering his face at the apparent horrific memory.

“What exactly did he say?” You grit, still not sure if you’re feeling more defensive over Wolffe or your baby right now.

The two look at each other, deciding who has to be the one to say it. Comet, being the youngest, gets the short end of the stick and crumbles under his brother's glare.

He sighs, defeated, before speaking, “That the second the baby was in Wolffe’s arms and she got a good look at his scar and the eye she’d burst into tears kicking to get away from him and then his eye would have one of those stress malfunctions and twist around in weird directions before smoking so he’d have to pop it out and then he’d drop it because he’s so uncoordinated and it’d roll on the floor so he’d have a gaping hole in his face which does actually look very frightening and he’d be trying to catch his robotic eyeball as it rolled on the floor and she would be so mortified and scarred that she could never look at him without screaming again.”

The two are silent as you process the words.

You can’t even say anything. Hands rubbing your eyes and slowly trying to catalog the damage in your head, before sighing, exasperated. You look back up at the boys, both of whom have their heads hung low and regret painting their features, having relived the admittedly vivid horror story concocted by their brother.

“Right. And where. Is. Sinker.” You demand.

“Hiding from you, ma’am.”

—————————

Thankfully, Wolffe met you with the same loving embrace and press to your forehead that he always did after a mission.

Everything was reassuringly normal, until you got into the lift of your building.

“Um…Wolffe?” You ask calmly, noticing the nervous tap of his fingers against his belt, each gloved finger making a loud, tacky noise of resistance with the contact, echoing in the silent elevator.

"Yes?" He turns to you, immediately stopping the action as well as the swaying on his feet and giving you his complete attention.

“Is everything okay?”

His eyes widen a bit in realization. “Oh. Yes, ma’am! Uh, I-I mean yes, beautiful.” A not so convincing smile spreads across his face.

You arch an eyebrow at him, hoping to lighten the tension with a playful, “Yes ma’am, huh?”

“S-sorry, love.” He says, attempting a small smile while he adjusts something on his wrist vambrace, “It was a long tour I…I guess I’m a little tense. It was hard on the men and…there was just a lot to do.”

You smile at him understandingly, the lift door opening.

Almost there…

You unlock the door.

We can do this Wolffe…

“C-cyare,” Wolffe stutters, “Look, m-maybe we should do this another time. I- I don’t think I’m up for this-” He frowns, lowering his gaze to the corner of the tight space.

“Wolffe, seriously, that’s enough.” You frown, sounding unimpressed. “What are you worried about?”

“W-what if she doesn’t like me?”

“Oh my god.”

“No” he sighs, “You don’t understand I’m- just look at me. I’m not soft, I’m not pretty, I don’t know how to sing lullabies for crying out-” He huffs, “I don’t even know what babies like to talk about!”

“Wolffe, seriously, I love my daughter to death, but you are giving an infant old way too much intellectual credit.” You say rolling your eyes.

Those boys are dead.

Wolffe sighs again, running a hand over his hair, “But love, you…you don’t understand. She’s going to take one look at me and that will just be it. And then-” His eyes widen, dread swallowing his facial expression, “O-oh my God, my eye. The scar, the cybernetic, wh-what if it scares her-” Wolffe’s face is flashing with absolute horror as he builds up the worst possible scenario in his mind.

Shit, shit, shit.

What to do..what to do…think...

“Come on,” You say with finality. If you know one thing about your Commander. It’s that the best way to have him deal with a situation, is to give him no other choice than to face it in the heat of battle.

Your hand hovers over the open button on the control panel.

“Wait!” Wolffe suddenly snaps, hand snatching your wrist in place.

“Ahh!” You scream, startled. Your arm immediately shoves Wolffe on the shoulder, his form swaying only slightly from the movement “Wolffe! Seriously, you are making me so tense right now!”

“I-I’m sorry it’s just,” He sighs, ”I-if she hates me...please don’t break up with me.”

“Wolffe,” You laugh in exasperation, starting to feel more sympathetic for your poor boyfriend. “I don’t know what’s gotten into you..” You say, lying straight through your teeth. “But I need you to know everything’s going to be fine. I promise. My girl’s got good taste, and she already knows your face. I’ve shown her a million times. I know she’ll love you.”

Wolffe stares down at you with soft eyes. Looking away briefly before straightening up and giving you a gentle nod.

Your stomach flips with nerves and excitement as you step through the opening door. There’s no way this could go wrong. Not with your Aurora. Certainly not with your Wolffe. No matter how hard and unyielding this man may be in war, even with his brothers, it’s his love and responsibility over them that makes him so stern. He’s protective, he’s caring.

You try to conceal your own excitement, seeing your little bundle all cozied up in the Nurse Droid’s pouch. Wow, you’ve missed her. You press a gentle little kiss to her head, but don’t want to give Wolffe long enough to start backing for the door before he meets her.

“Wolffe…this is Aurora,” You say, calmly moving a sleeping Aurora from the nurse-droid’s pouch and into Wolffe’s tense arms. His eyes widen in surprise, arms quickly shifting to find a way to hold her as the slight weight of her slowly lets into his arms.

His eyes dart around in panic, looking at you nervously for direction.

“Introduce yourself, Wolffe,” You say quietly, almost unable to contain your excitement at this image before you. “She’s been waiting to meet you.”

Wolffe’s body relaxes slowly. You recognize the almost invisible deep breath he takes in before letting his eyes land on your daughter's sleeping face, and it’s almost as if her peaceful state transmits into Wolffe’s nerves the second he lets himself look at her, really look at her.

“A-Aurora.” He mutters, more to himself, causing a smile to creep onto your face. You can hear the calm slipping into him like a trance.

“Yeah,” You almost whisper, placing a hand on her blanket in his arms, the other resting supportively on the Wolfpack emblem on his pauldron, hoping to further distribute a semblance of calm between the two of them. The last thing you need is for Aurora to scare Wolffe away by waking up in his arms screaming.

That would take some work to repatch.

“I don’t really call her Aurora much anymore, though.” You whisper, eyes captivated by the image of your girl engulfed delicately by Wolffe’s strong arms.

“O-oh?” He asks, almost distractedly, glancing up at you before looking back down at the little warm bundle again.

“Yeah,” You hum, “I’ve been calling her Rory.”

You hear a deep yet sharp inhale, delivered almost laboriously slow so as not to unsettle the sleeping baby in his arms, “R-Rory?” He asks, his deep voice losing a bit of its composure.

You grin, finally glancing up at Wolffe, having forgotten to make sure he was comfortable with the encounter so far. And you weren’t all that surprised when he didn’t meet your gaze, still looking at your daughter’s peaceful features. “Like…like roar-y?” He gulps, eyes wide like he’s looking straight into a bright star, “Like a-”

“-Like an animal roar,” You giggle under your breath, “Yeah, I thought you might hear it that way. But it’s R-o-r-y, Rory.”

You look up at Wolffe again, expecting to see a look of amusement on his face, but you’re slightly alarmed to see his features tense, lips pulled back into a tight line and jaw tightly set as he continues gazing at her.

“O-oh.. Wolffe, I’m sorry is this too much? A-are you okay?-” “-That’s the cutest fucking name I’ve ever heard in my life.”

You pull your lips between your teeth, trying not to give away that you’re absolutely elated, surging with love and excitement, unable to hide the smile breaking out on your face.

“She’s…she’s so beautiful. So much more than in the pictures.” Wolffe mutters, “She looks just like you.”

You can’t suppress the laugh that escapes you at that, muffling it as best you can in front of sleeping Rory. “Wolffe, I didn't give birth to her.”

“She still looks just like you.” He mutters seriously, shaking his head in disbelief at your little girl.

You admire your boyfriend holding your daughter in his arms. A Commander, hardened by war and tragedy in his life, gently caressing your daughter's forehead with his thumb, you don’t even think he realizes he’s doing it. Her little head small enough in his palm that he can support her neck and reach all the way around her to stroke her features. Your heart swells with heavy emotions, bringing tears to your eyes at the raw beauty of this moment.

You hate to interrupt them, but Rory runs on her own clock, and evidently…”It’s pretty late Wolffe,” You murmur, leaning up whisper in his ear. “I think Rory needs to rest in the nursery now.”

“O-oh,” He says, shaking his head gently as if coming out of a daze. Yup, you’ve definitely lost your boyfriend to your daughter, and you are totally and completely okay with it. “Of course.” He looks down at Rory and then to your arms, awkwardly leaning forward for you to take her but not quite sure how to maneuver her without disturbing her slumber. However, he looks slightly heartbroken that his brief time with her is up.

“Why don’t you take care of her, I’ll show you where to go so you know where you can find her,” You say gently, adding an encouraging smile at the end.

He straightens up, nodding dutifully at the responsibility and taking extra care to follow you down the hallway into Rory’s nursery.

He knows where the room is already, but he’s not going to argue for you to take the little girl away from his arms. When you reach her crib, he’s hesitant to place her down, but with some light instruction he settles her in easily. Admittedly it does take some extra coaxing for you to pull him out of there, reassuring him for the umpteeth time as you close the door that no she does not need any blankets and yes she will be perfectly fine.

“You’re closing the door?” He asks, bewildered at the barrier you’ve placed between yourselves and Rory. “But what if-”

“Wolffe,” You stop him, bracing him with a hand on each shoulder, “I promise you with all my heart that she’s okay in there. Now, come with me,” You guide him to your room, just a few steps down from your daughters, and lead him to his side of the bed.

He immediately starts removing his armor, having spent the night here with you enough times for the motions to feel natural upon entry. Aurora always spent those nights with your mom or sister, few as they were. She was so little, and you were still getting to know Wolffe when you adopted Rory. You wanted to make sure it felt right to introduce them before you did.

“Here,” You say, bringing the monitor from your bedside table around to him. “Listen.”

He takes the device in his hands with furrowed brows as he sits on the edge of the bed, looking curiously at it. You squat down in front of him, reaching for the volume knob and making sure it’s turned up a little bit more than usual. You can tell he’s about to ask what the monitor is for. Is it broken? Did you need him to fix it? Then you hear the babble of Rory mumbling in her sleep.

The slumberful noise makes you smile, just as you know it will to Wolffe. As expected, the sweetest grin you’ve ever seen stretches Wolffe’s features, and he shyly tries to hide it, knowing you’re watching him, as he looks away from the device in his hands.

“Now you can hear her,” You say reassuringly, tenderly squeezing his knees as you rise.

The two of you go to bed early, using Rory as an excuse to cuddle quietly in bed and whisper to each other for hours, wrapped up in each other's arms. Wolffe detaches himself from your arms every so often to make sure the volume on Rory’s monitor is working alright, normally when she gets too silent. It feels wonderful and warm and extra special to be held tightly in Wolffe’s grasp this time, like you’ve shared the most beautiful part of yourself with him and he embraced it more than you could have even hoped.

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You wake to a sound you’re all too accustomed to. Groaning instinctively at the high pitched cries ripping through the monitor. Your arm swings out to your bedside table to lower the volume a little as you roll towards the edge of the bed, only to waft against the air when you do.

Instead, you hear a deep groan, then a startled gasp in the bed as Wolffe bolts up. And for a brief moment, you panic at the speed in which your boyfriend is sprinting out of the bed and towards your door.

“Wolffe, wait!” You shout, completely awake now as you jump up and catch his arm just outside the door.

“But it’s- it’s Rory! She’s…she’s..” He gasps, nearly pulling out of your grasp, but slowing his stead when you’ve gently wrapped your arms around him, sensing that he should listen to you first.

You sigh, relieved that you prevented your boyfriend from bursting into your daughter's nursery ready to fight off a threat, probably scaring her in the process.

“Hey, she’s okay, hey.” You say, guiding his face to look at you. “She’s okay, I promise.”

He looks a little confused, eyes still swimming with alarm from having woken up to the cries of your distressed baby. You can feel his heart pounding beneath the skin of his chest, he was scared. He’s used to waking up to blasters and bombs going off, and you feel awful for not preparing him for this, having experienced him jolting awake in the middle of the night, trembling and covered in sweat. Letting him hold you tightly to his overheated, sticky skin as he mutters needless apologies into your hair for waking you.

The cries of Rory startled him at first, especially being such a disturbing, foreign sound. Jumping into soldier mode to take down the immediate threat is his body's natural reaction..

“Wolffe, look at me,” You mutter soothingly, one arm wrapping over the warm skin of his muscular shoulders, hand resting on his cheek, the other down by the waistband of his synthetic shorts. You trace gently against the black fabric hugging his form, hoping to calm him with your touch.

The heat of his body radiates off him, warming your bare arms against his skin. You hope the skin-to-skin contact is as soothing to him as it is to you.

“Babies cry…a lot.” You explain gently, “Aurora has trouble sleeping through the night still, she’s probably just hungry.”

“Oh I-I knew that. I’m,” He sighs, eyes closing as he looks down in shame, “I’m sorry.”

“No my love, please don’t be. I know you just want to protect her.” You say, pressing a warm kiss on his collarbone, then pulling him down to press your lips into his cheek. “Come see, it’s okay.”

You have Wolffe leaned back in the nursing chair holding Rory and a bottle in no time. Her eyes are glued to his face. Unblinking, calm, analyzing each of his features through whatever sharpness of vision she has at this age. Wolffe isn’t any different, you notice, letting her take him in while he does the same. You allow your gaze to follow his, looking at each of her sleepy, delicate little eyelids, her button nose, those cheeks that you just want to smother in kisses. It’s so hard not to squeeze this little thing with how much you love her.

“So,” Wolffe grumbles, sounding gruff and sleepy, but peaceful. “You…you don’t think she's afraid of the scar?”

“Are you kidding,” You say gently, “Those eyes look pretty relaxed to me.”

You smile, continuing to gaze into your daughter's face. Wolffe holding a milk bottle in his hand and feeding it to her with strong, steady hands. She almost doesn’t blink, the way she’s staring up at him, big eyes stretching uncomfortably wide to get a good look. Pure curiosity and interest swimming in her pupils. Her gaze flutters down his face minutely, before resting on his eyes again. It’s unbearably captivating, and you shake your head at her reaction to him.

“If anything,” You add with a giggle, “I think she’s going, ‘damn, look at that scar. Nobody’s gonna mess with me with this guy around.”

A small grin spreads across Wolffe’s face, and despite the forced doubt in his tone, you know he’s eating every word up, “Yeah, I’m sure that’s exactly what she’s thinking.” He says with an eye roll.

“That’s what I thought,” You tease, flashing him with that endearing smile he claims can win him over anything.

He huffs, but the grin on his face spreads to a full fledged smile as he glances over your features, “Like mother, like daughter, eh?”

“Mhm.”

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lune-de-miel-au-paradis · 8 months

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Who you belong to

Summary: You plan a date night with Wolffe going to a concert for a band you both love. You decided to have some fun and choose a sexy, tempting outfit for your Commander. Turns out the lead singer had his eyes on you and Wolffe needs to remind you who you belong to.

Pairing: Commander Wolffe x f!reader

Warnings: NSFW,18+ (minors pls don't read), biker!Wolffe, sorta possessive Wolffe, jealousy, fingering, kinda public sex, grinding, language, growling, biting, kinda dom!Wolffe, blowjob, Wolffe being Wolffe, soft Wolffe, feelings, mention of a real life band and band member, a few easter eggs as characters, mention of readers looks, a bit long (I hope I haven't left out anything.)

A/N: This is a gift for my lovely dear also super talented writer (check out her fics!) friend Gabi! 💖@cloneloverrrrr

I know you love Wolffe and this band so this is especially for you to enjoy! I wrote this in vacay so pls forgive me if I mistyped something. Also this is my first fics post for a very long time so pls be kind. And this is my first ever smuty, spicy fics so Im super excited but also anxious about it. I really hope you'll like it. (I like criticism, but only if you guys are kind and not rude.) And forgive me if something is not correct with the grammar because english is not my first language. There is gonna be a part 2. (smutty!) coming in this week.

Moodboard made by me in Canva and pictures from Pinterest.

Pls enjoy!

Satisfied, you looked at yourself in front of the three-part standing mirror. Today promised to be a particularly good day. You finished your job early, so you had time for a pleasant bubble bath and some pampering rituals, which only boosted your confidence even more. Somehow your feminine energies were at a high level today. Several of your customers asked what serum you use, telling you that your skin is almost glowing, and even your hair is shining brighter. Maybe it's the position of the stars, maybe it's the full moon, or even more so, the fact that you happen to be on a date with the hottest Commander of the GAR, Wolffe. Your Wolffe.

Hound introduced you to each other when little tooka kittens moved into the air vent of Fox's office. You were the only applicant who was willing to take in the black and orange colored kittens. Fox and Wolffe were having a few words over a cup of caf when you and Hound arrived at the office. As soon as Wolffe saw you, he knew it was over for him. He fell into you hard, deep and inexorably. He immediately introduced himself, and although you were a bit surprised at first by the approach of the grumpy intimidating clone, you noticed over a little time, the softening of his dark and serious gaze as he looked at you with his silver and whiskey colored eyes.

You were the only woman who found a crack in his hard, cold armor and moved straight into his heart.

It's been half a year already that you are officially a couple. As far as the strict rules allow. (You had Master Plo's blessing, and that was all that mattered to you. Rules are meant to be broken, anyway.)

Wolffe has to go on another mission tomorrow, but tonight is all yours. So you certainly had some great plans.

A couple of scented candles in your apartment that made the air smell of pumpkin and cinnamon in honor of the coming autumn. Several outfits have been prepared for your black gothic styled bed and on the soft velvety blankets. The black kitten was sleeping curled up on the cushion of your reading chair. While you swept the orange one off the bed yourself. The little mischievous one really wanted to play with the shoulder strap of the small bag you chose to go with one of the dresses.

Your nails matched your lipstick, which was exactly the same dark rich burgundy as the spicy sweet wine you were sipping while getting ready, and it matched the love bite marks that Wolffe gave you on your last evenings together. Little gifts, or you can say reminders of who you belong to, and how much he craves you. You loved them, even though they started to fade away a little.

"So it's a good excuse to get some more" you thought cheekily.

You looked at the outfits, you weren't sure which one to wear, but you were sure of two things you definitely gonna wear. Your new long black vinyl jacket with matching boots and your new black lacy underwear set . The make-up was done, your hair smelled of your favorite shampoo and fell softly in raven black locks on your back, you had already put on your underwear and boots, both of which were surprisingly comfortable. You also talked to two girlfriends on comm.

All three of you lived far from each other, in different rims but you still made time for a little chat several times a week.

You met on a platform where several blogs ran stuff about clones (how little rights they have, how can their situation be helped, what is like dating in such straight circumstances.) and you've been good friends ever since.

One of them used their connections and gifted you two tickets to the concert of your favorite band. You and Wolffe were both fans of Bad Omens, so you couldn't wait for tonight to start. You just asked their advice on what to wear.

"Whatever you choose, knowing the Commander, you won’t be wearing it for long." teased one of them.

Starting with this, an idea occurred to you!

Risky and bold, but it can turn out well...

You knew that Wolffe would arrive soon, so you said goodbye to your girlfriends and sipped the remaining wine from your glass, making up your mind confidently. You threw your clothes on the floor and only put on your coat. It was perfect: the size, the material, plus it covered enough to not get into an awkward position, as it was long enough. You sprayed a little perfume on yourself, which made you know that Wolffe would only go crazy for you.

Wolffe had a bike, but not just any speeder bike. It was a big, solid, black, shiny, sport bike. He worked hard for it and put aside all the credit so it could be his. It was his treasure that was guarded with fear until he got to know you. After all, you took the first place in his heart. Anyhow he took great care of her and often maintained her, giving her the name Selene, which is basically the moon goddess in mythology. Until he knew you, she was the only one he cared about, and yes, he even howled sometimes when he drove with her on the capital roads.

He stored it in the small garage belonging to your apartment, which you allowed him to do and for which he showed his gratitude so many times in the form of kisses.

Right now, leaning on the motorcycle, you watch as the person of your desires and love approaches you.

Instead of his usual GAR gear, he wore black pants, boots, and a leather jacket. Smelling like a divine god, woody musk mixed with leather, amber and a hint of bergamot. An elixir that made you crave him more and more every time.

"Hey handsome. Care for a ride?" you teased him.

"With a woman like you? Always mesh'la. I will even go to hell with you, it will be heaven for me as long as you are mine and I can kiss you on those lush lips of yours."

You shuddered when you saw his eyes darken, and his seductive tone only made you more aroused. You loved everything about his voice, its depth, the accent, the way he whispered those sinfully sexy words into your ear every night when you were together in his own language.

He wrapped his two strong arms around your waist and kissed you passionately. You haven't seen him in a week, so the kiss quickly turned into tongue and teeth kinda kiss. With this kind of kiss, the world ceases to exist, it's just you and the butterflies in your stomach are about to burst out of excitement and there is only him. His honey-like taste in your tongue, his scent in the air your lungs breathe in, his grip in your body that makes you crazy and his love for you that makes you so utterly obsessed with him.

You just stayed like that for a while, not paying attention to the outside world, lovingly kissing freely like young lovers. When you separated, both of you were gasping for air and your foreheads touched.

"Miss me that much Commander?" you asked

“So. Very. Kriffing. Much.”

After every word, he planted a kiss on your lips, emphasizing his truth.

You both put on your helmets and biker gloves headed towards one of the downtown nightclubs on the lower level.

Wolffe drove fast, took the corners confidently, but with certainty. You loved riding a motorcycle with him, the excitement, the feeling of freedom, the fact that your body was almost completely smoothed over his. Wolffe promised that he would teach you to ride a motorcycle after the war, but you knew that together with him you liked riding much more. On the way, the pack members appeared on both sides, Sinker and Comet saluted and waved, and Boost boosted past you at full speed balancing on a rear wheel, all of them howling. You laughed as Wolffe shifted into higher gear more enthusiastically. You thanked the Maker for the hair foam that, when you apply it to your hair and drive at such a high speed, the air creates wonderful tangle-free volume in your hair.

With the tickets, they let you in out of line and you were already inside. Smoke machines and flashing red lights made the concert halls vibe. Upbeat music played that became one with your heartbeat. You chase out several acquaintances in the crowd, to whom you waved enthusiastically. You saw members of the Corrie guard, some troopers from the 501th and the 212th battalions.

“You look amazing my dear. Absolutely stunning!”

When you heard the familiar chuckle, you turned to Gregor with a big smile as he winked at you from the center of a lady's wreath. He greeted you with two kisses on the cheek, which caused most of the ladies gathered around him to frown glumly with their colorful lips. But you didn't care, you and Gregor were good friends before you got together with Wolffe.

"I see you are not bored. You have quite an amount of pretty ladies as company."

"Well, somehow I have to make up for the time I was gone. And they can't resist the famous 'Gregor charm'."

When he did his iconic hair straightening motion one girl almost passed out, you just rolled your eyes laughing. Gregor took a good look at you and knew right away.

"Naughty girl! You're gonna kill this poor bastard with your sexiness. Has he noticed it yet?"

"Not yet."

"Good. Play your cards smart dear. And don't sit on cold benches!"

He planted another kiss on your cheek and returned to his ladies. Such a ladies man.

There was a kind of unspoken agreement between you two, when Wolffe was around Gregor would try to flirt with you. This made Wolffe a little jealous and left delicious bruises on your soft skin to your delight while fucking you to heaven. And Gregor's current lady was also jealous and gave the Captain what he wanted much sooner. A win-win situation.

Wolffe put his arms around you. You enjoyed the concert together. You sang the lyrics with the band, you danced as much as the crowd allowed. The music and the atmosphere permeated you completely. You were upbeat and happy, a gorgeous smile was on your face and sparkle in your eyes.

Wolffe looked at you and couldn't get enough of you. He adored you. He was kind of obsessed. Your beautiful appearance, which seems to have been made for him. Your raven and shiny silky hair, your pretty face, your soft and divine body. Your kind heart, which holds so much love. The care that you put in your friendships. The nurture care you showed for the adopted kittens. As you shower his newly acquired war scars with kisses. Your passion for your work.

He didn't believe in his wildest dreams that he would ever be able to feel this way about someone.

As he observed you lovingly, he noticed a small blush appear on your cheeks. Then he noticed how the band's lead singer looked at you. Noah kriffing Sebastian was ogling you like you were a delicious dessert to him. Wolffe knew he was your celebrity crush since you were young. Wolffe was no longer paying attention to the music, but to the way the singer almost sang to you, and that he even winked at you. This clearly had an effect on him, because the Commander decided it was time to act. There were two options. He rips out the musician's heart with his bare hands in front of you, or reminds you who you belong to.

Unfortunately, he wouldn't win much with the first move, as he would be arrested and convicted, which would be a lot of paperwork for Fox, leaving option number 2. He took your upper arm and gently but firmly led you out of the crowd and into one of the deserted corridors.

He pinned you to the wall, the cold metal cooling your back. He covers your mouth with his, hot and heavy.

"Wolffe! What's gotten into you?" you asked.

He didn't answer, he just studied your face in silence, the neon lights in the reflection of his cybernetic eyes only made him even more dangerously handsome. The shadows on his face highlighted his strong nose, high cheekbones and attractive lips.

"I decided it's time for a little reminder for you mesh'la. I see you're enjoying the concert too much."

"Yes it's amazing! Aren't you enjoying it?"

"Not really when that bastard singer have eyes on something he shouldn't. I see how he basically eyefucked you. Do you want it mesh'la? Want to fuck him? Don't even get me started on Gregor."

"No. I'm only yours, you know that."

You cupped his face and looked into his eyes, soon you realized regardless, you still get a little reminder how to behave. You smiled at him.

"Good. Now be a good girl, and open up." he commanded.

You obeyed, opened your mouth and looked up at him seductively through your eyelashes.

"Make them wet."

You sucked them in and you gently started to caress his fingers with your tongue and enjoyed the effect you caused him. His eyes are fixed on you, lustful and dark, he swallows, then takes them away from your lips and straight towards your hot, longing center.

That's when he discovers that you're not wearing pants or a skirt. You see the surprise slide across his face and then turn into a satisfied smile. He relaxes his free hand on the belt of the jacket as he unbuttons it, then discovers that you are only wearing your underwear under the jacket, and the thigh high boots. He almost growled with desire.

"Such a dirty girl. You're gonna be the end of me."

He basically groweld in your ears. While he pulled your panties to the side out of his kriffing way and started gently stroking your folds and found that sensitive spongy spot as he slid two fingers into you. You were already wet all evening from the excitement of your choice of clothing and the feelings of his closeness.

His fingers moved rhythmically inside you as he massaged your clit in circular motions with his thumb. You moaned loudly with lust.

"Funny Gregor said that too." you let out a chuckle.

Wolffe suddenly stopped with his motions, eliciting a moan of complaint from you at the lack of his fingers. He grabbed your chin with his fingers wet from your juices, squeezing it a little.

His veins on his neck straining from how hard he's clenching his jaws, the wild nearly homicidal look in those amber colored and silver dark eyes, you began to understand how he came about his name. It aroused you to no end.

"I'm only going to ask this once, and you better have a good answer for me, mesh'la. Who does this pussy belong to? Who do you belong to?"

Maker, you were a whimpering mess, you wanted him so bad to take you right here right now while the concert still plays in the background and with the excitement that anyone could caught you in this position.

"You. Only you Commander." you said

"Will you think about other men when I'm pleasing you?" he asked in a gentle tone but from his eyes you saw how serious he was.

" Never. I'm only yours."

"Wouldn't you like anyone else to touch you like this? Hmm?"

He asked slowly oh so slowly circling your clit with his free hand, the other kept you still by the jaw.

"Are you wishing it was someone elses fingers inside of you? Noah Sebastian maybe? Or Captain Gregor? Do you think they make a better job at knowing you? Loving you like I do?"

His voice was low warm toned, it sent shivers down your spine.

He slipped to fingers in your tight aching cunt. You whined in pleasure wanting more, but he was torturing you with his sweet slow motions. Maker you wanted more.

"No there is only you. Only you my Commander. Oh, Wolffe, give me more! I need to come so bad. I don't want anyone else but you. No rockstar."

"What about the Captain you want him?"

"No, I don't wish for Gregor. Only you my love."

"Good. Don't ever say his name while I'm inside you. Understand that pretty girl?"

You loved it when he spoke to you in his commanding tone.

"Yes."

"Yes, What?" He leaned in closer to you, your lips almost touched.

"Yes, Commander." you said and he let out a satisfied grumble which made your pussy twitch in answer.

Oh, how he loved hearing that rank roll off your lips. Just the thought of it made him rock hard. Just as much as you loved to hear his growls and moans.

You palmed his turgid length through his pants and earned some more pleasant noises from Wolffe.

His fingers begin to swirl on your sensitive bud, you open your legs wider to allow him better access, and let out a small gasp when he gently nibbles your ear. He can feel how wet you get by his movements. His fingers curl in you the way he knows it makes your knees weak you can't help it but to grind into his palm. He starts to explore your neck and jaw gently kissing biting and sucking delicious lovebites on your pale skin. You can feel you're close to your climax as he moved his hand in you and rubbed on your clit, when he felt your inner muscles clench around him he let out a satisfied growl in your ear, when you decided to lean closer to him and lick a long stripe over his pulse.

"Fuck...Wolffe...I'm close.." you moaned.

"Then cum for me mesh'la, give it to me sweet thing..."

Your climax hit you hard and you felt so wonderfully helpless as the room spun and you saw stars, you heard the music from the still running concert show.

He still had his hand in you still hit that oh so sweet spongy spot to help you ride out your orgasm. Wolffe loved to make you cum. Feeling you fall apart in his arms seeing how beautiful you were and how vulnerable in those moments it turned him on like nothing else.

"Shhh you such a good girl." he shooted you and kissed your forehead. "But you have to earn another one. Is it okay for you sweet thing?"

"Yes. Please. Please I need to taste you Commander."

You knelt down, running your fingers gracefully along his thick muscled legs up towards the zipper. When your hand was on his hardness, you looked up seductively.

"May I Commander suck on your cock sir? "

"Yes you fucking may. I like it when you know how to behave. Good girls get a reward."

Some concern appeared on your face when you saw his huge cock bounce out from his pants. He was perfect and you became more aroused when you see the effect you made on him. You rubbed your red plum lips gently to the tip to smear his salty pre cum then you slid it fully into your mouth ever so slowly and Wolffe let out a sexy hoarse voiced moan. You welcomed him with wet hotness and a tight throat as you moved up and down on his shaft. You tried to take him further, still only getting half way.

Your mouth felt a little dry, since you had been singing and shouting at the concert so far. Wolffe caressed your face lovingly, then turned up your face by the jaw:

"I got you. Open up, pretty girl, let me help you."

You obeyed, you opened your mouth with your eyes closed and felt him kiss you passionately and spit in your mouth.

You couldn't take it, you reached down with your hand and played with yourself until you were now completely wet and hot and could let him into your mouth and suck on him rhythmically up and down. His head fell back in pleasure.

"Just like that...so kriffing good...so good with that pretty mouth of yours."

You gently wrung guttural moans from him. Holding his gaze was hard but something in his gaze just kept you there. You couldn't look away from him.

He had that lustful loving look on you full of feral and hunger for you. Only you can get this reaction out of him. Only you hold this power over him, that makes him rock hard and wild for you.

You enjoyed and valued this power, this connection you two had. Force bond? Fuck that! You two were so perfect, so meant to be. Fucking soulmates.

You might have closed your eyes for these sweet thoughts because you heard his command.

"Don't you dare look away from me mesh'la."

He was satisfied with your quick response because he gently grabbed your hair and with one hand he guided you on his cock.

"That's it, keep your eyes on me. I want you to watch me as I fuck that pretty mouth. "

He couldn't have looked away if he tried to. The way his cock disappeared in and out from your mouth, as your talented tongue worked on him it almost made him lose his mind. If he was gonna die this is the way he wants to leave this life, with you, inside you. Loving you.

"Ah sweetheart I'm close... Will you be good and swallow? You can say the safe word if you want to stop."

You worked on him with more passion and gripped his hips as an answer.

You knew exactly what made him feel heavens, what movements he needed to tip over the edge and cum.

Your pace quickened and your tongue too, his grip tightened in your hair and his moans were louder.

You didn't care about the world around you, what mattered is the two of you, to bring pleasure to each other. And luckily he chose a well hidden corridor. So you weren't disturbed.

He came hard, his head fell back, eyes closed growling like a real wolf. His salty warm cum came down your throat as you swallowed all of it. He looked down on you with lovesick eyes.

You looked so lovely, your mascara a bit smeared from your tears, your mouth is red glistening with his cum, your hair is messy and your eyes full of emotions.

He helped you up, kept you close to him, kissed you with love and passion.

"I'm so crazy for you mesh'la."

He whispered to your locks when he gave you a forehead kiss. You hugged him tight, intoxicated with his warmness and his cologne.

"Should I help you with something?"

"I just go for a quick touch up in the bathroom." you said.

You went into another corridor with still wobbly legs and acknowledged that there was no line in frotnt of the bathrooms so the show must be still going on.

You only saw a pretty lilac twilek girl press Gregor to the wall kissing him furiously. When he saw you he held his fist out and you fist bumped it while going in the ladies room.

You cleaned yourself up, put on another coat of lipstick, wiped away the smeared mascara and noticed all the lovely bruises your Commander gave you. Your neck was full of maroon colored lovebites, they were very noticable and very sexy on your skin. Wolffe guaranteed everyone saw he marked his territory.

When you went back he was waiting for you, and when you entered the crowd again he whispered to your ear as he wrapped his arms around you.

"Don't worry mesh'la the night isn't over yet. I have some plans for you after the concert. When I'm done with you my love, you won't even remember your own name."

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Part 2. is coming soon!

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somedaylazysomeday · 2 months

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Bitten - Part Four

You finally give into your desires and contact Commander Wolffe.

Commander Wolffe x fem!reader

Rating: Mature. Minors, please do not interact.

Word Count: 5,200

Warnings: Discussions of BDSM contracts, including rules, punishments, safewords, hard and soft limits, etc. Mentions of sex toys and masturbation.

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Weeks.

It had been weeks since you had slept with Wolffe a second time and you hadn’t stopped thinking about the time you had spent together.

You were intrigued by his proposal, of course. You couldn’t say that a relationship like that had ever been something you had pictured yourself having… but you also couldn’t deny that you found the power exchange intoxicating.

In fact, the only reason you had allowed weeks to pass since the last time you had seen Wolffe was because the Wolfpack had been off-planet for most of that time. Ieri kept you up-to-date on their movements.

At first, you had been concerned about the pretty Zeltron’s relationship with Wolffe, but you had learned that Ieri and Wolffe were friends. It was rather like seeing a nexu befriending a puffer pig, but it was adorable. It was also a relief to find out that there was no attraction between them. Ieri did not care for BDSM relationships and preferred females besides. In particular, she cared for your friend Gemma, which you also found adorable.

When Ieri told you that the Wolfpack was back on Coruscant, you took a moment to check in with yourself. This was a big decision. Wolffe had told you clearly that, if you contacted him again after the last time you had slept together, you would meet up with the intention of setting up something more permanent.

You decided to take a few days to consider it. Then, when you got antsy, you decided that two days would be long enough. And when your most reliable vibrator proved unequal to the task of keeping you sated, you admitted the truth to yourself: you wanted this. You wanted Wolffe.

When you commed the number Ieri had given you after your first meeting with Wolffe, your heart was pounding, but your hands were steady. You had opted for a written comm message to cut down on the risk of sounding scared or overeager: Hey. Want to meet up?

It was short, simple, and thirsty as hell. You had remembered to sign it, thankfully, since you had never commed him before. You had thought about explaining where you had met him to further jog his memory, but you ultimately decided against it. If he had forgotten about you or had that many people in rotation, you probably didn’t want to be with him anyway.

Probably.

Despite your carefully crafted message, Wolffe didn’t reply immediately. You assured yourself that he was probably busy, but when he hadn’t answered fifteen minutes later, you sent a quick comm message to Ieri: Did Wolffe change his frequency?

Not that I know of. He can take a while to write back, though. Be patient!

You took a deep breath, trying your best to follow that impossible advice when another message came through: Does this mean you two will be hooking up again? ;)

Despite the speed with which you closed out that message chain, you laughed at Ieri’s unsubtle urging for you to date the handsome commander. She had been the one to introduce the two of you - though it was from a distance - and had never been shy about the fact that she thought you should be together on a regular basis. She said you were good for each other.

The comlink buzzed again and you smiled wryly as you lifted it once more. Instead of another teasing prod from Ieri, this one was a brief message from Wolffe. It listed a time, date, and address.

It was difficult to think past the roaring in your ears, but you managed to calculate that you were apparently meeting with Wolffe the following afternoon.

Another buzz.

If you haven’t done your research, here is a place to start.

You reread the message twice before a collection of Holonet links started to ping through. The first one was an overview of BDSM and power-exchange relationships. Then an explanation of BDSM contracts. Then a ranking of power-exchange relationship levels, from bedroom-only to around-the-chrono.

More links and more articles and more ideas you had never considered. Information poured in until you started to feel overwhelmed. You had conducted research of your own, and had considered it fairly intense, but you were starting to suspect that you had barely scratched the surface.

By the time you finally let your datapad rest on your beside table, it was the early hours of the morning. You didn’t feel guilty about taking the day off, even when you told your concerned supervisor that you were sick. It wouldn’t have been appropriate to tell them that you were sick with anticipation and nerves, positively trembling at the idea of taking on a new challenge. It also wouldn’t have been a good idea to work on only a few hours of sleep.

You slept far longer than you would have otherwise, but it was fitful, interrupted by dreams and stray thoughts. More than once, you woke up to dampness between your thighs as your body pulsed with desperation.

Just before it was time to leave to meet Wolffe, you showered. Your vibrator seemed far more effective now that you had a new universe of ideas to fuel your fantasies, but you hoped most of your orgasms in the near future would be more involved than pumping a slick piece of silicon between your legs.

When you were freshly clean and fully wrung out, you hailed a transport to ferry you to the address Wolffe had commed you. It wasn’t a club, as you had expected. Instead, it seemed to be an upscale bar with such a subtle logo that you struggled to make it out against the neon glare of the surrounding businesses: The Edge. Appropriate, you mused as you ventured toward the door. It did have an excellent view of the industrial sector’s canyon-like construction.

“You’re on time,” a rough voice told you. Every nerve you had thrilled at the familiar sound, and you eagerly turned to meet Wolffe’s brown and silver gaze. “Good girl.”

Oooh. That, you had to fight not to react to. You managed, but had a feeling it was less effective than you wanted with the way Wolffe’s lips tipped into a smile.

“Thank you for meeting with me,” you said instead. “I’ve never been here.”

Wolffe’s smile grew slightly. “I know you haven’t. Follow me.”

Your brow was still crinkled in confusion as you trailed behind Wolffe. He held the door for you, letting you lead the way into The Edge’s atrium. It was elegant, all dark leather and subtle stone, but nothing that explained the secret sort of smirk on the receptionist’s face.

“We’ll be dining here,” Wolffe announced.

The receptionist tipped their head. “Fourth floor, as you know.”

That seemed like an odd thing to say, but Wolffe immediately proved them right by going directly to an elevator that was half-hidden by a stunning Nabooian painted screen.

“So…” you started, when you were shut in the hushed closeness of the elevator. “I guess you come here a lot.”

“I do,” Wolffe agreed, pressing the button for the fourth floor. He gave you a curious look. “Does that bother you?”

“I’m not sure yet.”

If Wolffe had intended to answer that, he didn’t manage to do so before you arrived at the restaurant. It was probably lucky that he had you step out of the elevator first, because you weren’t sure you could be trusted to keep up, otherwise. The restaurant was just as subtly classy as the atrium had been, but that elegance was enhanced by an assortment of enticing smells.

The host greeted Wolffe by full name and title. “Commander Wolffe, wonderful to see you. Your usual table has been prepared.”

When Wolffe nodded, the host gathered two menus and wove a complicated path into the depths of the restaurant. He set the menus down on a secluded table in a back corner of the space. It was a booth… or half of one, anyway. The single bench seat faced a floor-to-ceiling window that overlooked the bustle of Coruscant. It was shaded and tinted enough that the brightness wasn’t overwhelming, but offered a fantastic view for anyone who cared to look.

“Your server will be with you shortly,” the host told you both with a smile. “Enjoy.”

Had he waggled his eyebrows at you? That seemed daring, but maybe he could sense the dirty thoughts tumbling through your mind. You couldn’t help it, being so close to Wolffe.

You only got closer as you sat down together. The booth was fairly spacious, but it was only one cushion and Wolffe had some of the broadest shoulders you had ever seen. It didn’t help that being so close to him at a table forcibly reminded you of your first meeting, when he had brought you to a knee-trembling orgasm simply by having you grind against his thigh armor.

“Pick something to eat,” Wolffe told you, pushing a menu in your direction. “We’ll start our conversation after we order.”

You stared at the options. They all sounded delicious, but your stomach was tight with nerves. You had decided on a salad to keep your body from rebelling entirely. When your server appeared, you placed your order first, then watched in amazement as Wolffe ordered two dishes and an extra cut of meat. You had heard the clone troopers talking about how their advanced metabolisms left them perpetually hungry, but you rarely had cause to see it in action.

When you were alone once more, Wolffe fixed you with a measuring look. “Did you read what I sent?”

“And everything else I could find,” you admitted. “There’s a lot more to this than I thought there would be.”

Wolffe nodded. “Did you decide what you want to do?”

You stared at him, feeling suddenly unsure. Did he want you to just start listing the things you wanted him to do to you? That seemed abrupt. “I- What exactly…”

“Let me clarify that,” Wolffe interrupted. “Do you want to be in a power-exchange relationship? If you learned more about it and decided that it’s too much, we can just have lunch.”

“No, I want to do this!” you insisted, relieved that he had been asking something more surface-level. “I was just surprised it was so… customizable.”

Wolffe fought a smile as you watched. Eventually, he said, “Very customizable. In fact, that’s what we’re going to talk about today. You read the articles I sent about contracts?”

You nodded. “I even made some notes.”

“That’s good,” Wolffe said, setting a datapad on the surface of the table. “Get them out and we’ll incorporate them into the contract. I’ll send you my template so you can read along while we discuss terms.”

You were building a contract now? Despite your shock, you were thrilled by the idea, and fumbled a bit as you pulled out your own datapad.

As soon as you were settled, Wolffe got started: “I’m a dominant, though you probably know that from our time together. I’m looking for a submissive.”

He didn’t continue, and the silence stretched uncomfortably. Eventually, you said, “Well, you already know I’m fine letting you take the lead.”

“For right now, let’s pretend we don’t know much about each other,” he suggested. “If we lay everything out now, there won’t be any surprises later. I don’t want you to feel like you’ve been tricked into anything you’re not really interested in. Agreed?”

You nodded.

“I’m dominant, not a switch. I am in control. Period. I may be willing to let you take the lead every so often, but that would be a reward for something big you did. I need to know you’re good with taking orders and surrendering power to me on a regular basis.”

“That appeals to me,” you agreed, trying not to sound overeager. “I can’t say I have a lot of experience with relationships like this one, but I really enjoyed being with you. I couldn’t stop thinking about it.”

Wolffe’s eyes darkened, but he made a note on the datapad and moved on. “Good. You know I work with the GAR, so I can be off-planet for weeks at a time. Knowing that, I think it would be best if we don’t have a full-time power-exchange relationship.”

“That sounds like it wouldn’t be feasible. Plus…” You paused, choosing your words carefully. “I’m interested in this, but I don’t know if I would want to jump into such an intense relationship for my first one. It seems like it might be overwhelming.”

“It probably would be, and I’m glad you’re setting limits.” Wolffe made another note. “This one is non-negotiable: I only do exclusive contracts. If you are going to be my submissive, you are mine. I’m yours in exchange. If I’m off-planet during a mission, neither of us are sleeping with anyone else. If we aren’t spending time together, we’re still exclusive. Any breach of this clause - on either side - would mean immediate dissolution of the contract. Can you agree to that?”

“I can,” you said, but frowned. “How would that be determined? I don’t want to sign myself up for constantly defending myself and trying to convince you that I’m not sleeping around behind your back.”

“Excellent question,” Wolffe conceded. “I operate on a policy of full honesty. That’s the only way power-exchange relationships can be successful. We both need to be able to trust that the other is being honest about everything from a new position to a potential breaking of the contract. Is that acceptable?”

“Yes.”

“Excellent.” Wolffe’s shoulders lost some of the tension that had appeared over the last few minutes. “Have you given any thought to how much power exchanging you’re interested in? We can keep it only in the bedroom, or extend it into everyday life - as much or little as you want.”

“I think I want some stuff to carry outside of the bedroom.” It had been something you had thought about quite a bit. You weren’t interested in a full power-exchange lifestyle at this point, but you did find the idea of giving up some control interesting. “Is there anything we can do long-distance? Sorry if that doesn’t make sense-”

Wolffe interrupted your self-conscious rambling. “There are things we can do. When we get to that section, I’ll bring them up. Do you have a specific time frame in mind?”

“To get started?” you asked. “I was thinking… now. Or as soon as possible.”

“I meant to end this relationship,” Wolffe amended, watching you steadily. There was no pressure in his eyes, no push to give a certain answer. “Some people only want to do this for a certain amount of time, especially with an exclusivity clause involved.”

You nodded slowly. “I didn’t have anything in mind. Is this something we can discuss later? Or can I bring up a change when I need to?”

“We’ll regularly discuss our terms,” he assured you. “At least once every few months, we’ll read through the contract, discuss any changes that need to be made, and make sure everything is rewritten to both of our satisfaction. For now, we can leave the duration of our relationship open-ended.”

Before you could add anything else, the server came back, dropping off your food and drinks with a small smile. When you had declined anything else, you and Wolffe were left alone. You turned to find him setting both of your datapads aside, stacking them on the farthest corner of the table.

“We can keep working while we eat,” you told him.

“No,” Wolffe refused. It didn’t seem to be up for debate, but he lightened his tone as he said, “I would like for you to focus on your food. Taste every bite, feel it fill your stomach. Eat deliberately.”

You nodded, feeling like you had been issued a challenge. For the next few minutes, you concentrated on your salad, making sure that every bite contained every component of the dish. You chewed carefully, letting the flavors mingle and combine on your tongue.

When your plate was noticeably emptier, Wolffe nudged a smaller dish over to you. It was roasted ronto, sliced into bite-sized pieces. “Have some of this, too.”

You glanced at him, startled. He lifted a brow. “If you don’t eat meat, I’ll find a replacement, but I would prefer if you had some protein in your lunch. That will keep you from being hungry later.”

“I don’t want to eat the food you ordered for yourself,” you protested. The ronto did smell fairly mouth-watering.

“I ordered it for you,” Wolffe said, casually. “I listened what you chose and adjusted my plan to fit yours.”

You took some roasted ronto without further argument.

When you had finished, Wolffe sat back and crossed his arms, nodding at the table. “Stack our plates and silverware. Neaten the table up for the server and we’ll have room to continue our conversation.”

This felt like another test, but you were keenly aware that this was what you were signing yourself up for with the contract. You did as Wolffe had said, even going so far as to sweep a few stray crumbs into a napkin that you deposited on the topmost dish.

“Good,” Wolffe said, the approval plain in his rumbling voice. It warmed you, but not as much as his next point: “If we were established, I would reward that initiative. Maybe not in a way you requested, but in a way I knew you would enjoy.”

You shifted in your seat, barely managing to not ask him if he could make an exception.

“I would like for our relationship to be one between a dominant and a submissive rather than a master and slave,” Wolffe said, passing you your datapad while he tapped his own. “But if you had your heart set on master/slave, we could discuss options.”

“I… actually don’t see much of a difference,” you admitted.

Wolffe nodded. “Easy enough. Dominant and submissive means that I’ll be taking control of our sexual encounters and a few times outside of the bedroom. Master and slave relationships include the master taking complete control, and the slave focuses on serving the master. There are usually more overt signs of ownership and a longer ‘breaking in’ period.”

“Dominant and submissive sounds better to me.”

“Perfect. I want you to call me ‘commander’ or ‘sir’ when we’re doing a scene. I prefer to use the color system when we’re talking during anything intense. Green is ‘keep going’, yellow is ‘go slow’ or ‘I’m not sure’, and red is ‘I don’t like this’. You’re more than welcome to use the colors at any time, of course, but I’ll be checking in with you constantly if we’re getting into anything more intense. I’m open to trying something different if you have another option. Do you have a particular safeword in mind?”

“‘Sir’ or ‘commander’ in the bedroom. Colors work fine.” You weren’t taking as many notes as Wolffe, but you still jotted down the basics of what he had said as you worked on your answers. “I don’t have a safeword picked out, but maybe… Kashyyyk?”

“Kashyyyk,” Wolffe repeated, writing it down when you nodded. A faint smile played around his mouth. “I’ll try to avoid any Wookiee-themed scenes, then.”

“Glad to hear it, but I’m also fascinated by that being an option,” you teased.

“Everything’s an option, sweetheart,” Wolffe told you, a gleam in his mismatched eyes. “Which brings us to our next topic: hard and soft limits.”

You nodded, pulling your datapad closer. This was one of the few things you had written down before. “For hard limits, I don’t want permanent marks, I don’t enjoy being choked, and I won’t eat or lick anything disgusting. Scat play is off the table for me entirely, and I don’t like verbal abuse.”

“Noted,” Wolffe said, doing exactly that. “Is there a line for verbal abuse, or do you object to negative terms entirely?”

After a moment to think about it, you shook your head. “I think derogatory names and terms are a soft limit, as long as they don’t go too far.”

“We can add more to the list later if we try things and you don’t like them. I would prefer you try new challenges once before we add them to the limits list, but I’ll never make you do something you object to.” Wolffe took a sip from his glass. “Any other hard limits you have?”

“Um… I won’t call anyone ‘daddy’,” you stipulated, looking him in the eyes as you said it. It was one of the few things you weren’t willing to consider at all. It simply wasn’t for you.

Wolffe entered that into the contract. “And other soft limits?”

“Sharing, play that’s more pain than pleasure, and being tied up for an extended period of time,” you rattled off.

“I can address some of those right now,” Wolffe told you. “I don’t share except in very special circumstances. Even then, you would be the first person I discussed it with. If you’re not interested, that’s the end of it. Pain play is an acquired taste and must be done carefully. The same thing applies to long-term restraints. If you decide you want to try either, we’ll be careful to make it as safe as possible to reduce the risk of nerve damage.”

That all sounded reasonable to you, so you entered it into your datapad. “Do you want to tell me your hard limits?”

Wolffe glanced at you, seeming a little startled. “Since I’ll be designing our scenes, they shouldn’t be an issue. If we get close to any of my limits, I will warn you.”

“Fair enough,” you agreed. “What’s next?”

“One of the ways we can keep the relationship going while I’m off-planet is by coming up with a list of rules and rituals,” Wolffe said. “Do you have anything in mind?”

Fortunately, this was another topic you had made notes on. “I want one of your shirts to sleep in while you’re gone.”

Wolffe’s eyes darkened. “Sweetheart, I’m tempted to give you that one for free. But I’m too selfish for that, and my first request is a big one: I want to dictate when you come.”

Your face heated dramatically at that, even as the same thing happened between your thighs. However, as hot as you found the concept, there was something in the idea that didn’t sit right with you. Arguing his first rule hadn’t been your intention, but you were already shaking your head. “No. I’m sorry, but I can’t be exclusive with you gone so often and only come when you tell me I can.”

Part of you had been worried that Wolffe would say your agreement was void, but he changed demands smoothly and easily. “Then I want you to tell me when you do come.”

You relaxed slightly. “I can do that.”

“Are you sure?” he pressed. “I’ll want to know details: when, where, how, how it made you feel, what you thought about while you touched yourself… Can you agree to all of that?”

“Yes, I can.” You issued your next rule: “I want for us to go out together every time you come home from a mission. I want to know the man I’m sleeping with.”

Wolffe nodded slowly. “One stipulation: clones aren’t paid a salary, so there are only certain places we can go.”

“I’ll agree to that if you’ll agree to let me pay if we decide to go somewhere different.”

There was an internal battle being waged, and you were fascinated to see which side won. Eventually, Wolffe’s jaw flexed and he growled, “Fine.”

The clear disapproval in his voice made you feel victorious. Sweetly, you said, “You can go ahead with your next rule.”

The flash of satisfaction on Wolffe’s face is the first hint you got that you may have overplayed your hand. “I want to choose your underwear when I’m gone. I’ll pick it out before I leave.”

“I get to veto when I’m on my cycle,” you countered.

“Fine.” Wolffe crossed his arms, looking smug. “But I want holoimage proof that you’re wearing what I’ve picked out.”

Your lips parted at that. You weren’t against the idea, but… “You’ll be in a war zone.”

“Not always,” he assured you. “I have a private comlink, encrypted better than anything else in the GAR. If I can safely receive messages, I’ll send you a code word and you’ll send me every picture you’ve taken for the days I’ve been out of contact.”

“If you can guarantee that no one else will see them, I agree.”

Wolffe nodded, the motion tight. “I don’t share, remember? I will be the only one to see those holos.”

“Then yes,” you said, already dreading the images you would have to take. “For my next rule, I want you to tell me if you touch yourself looking at one of my holos. And which one it is.”

Wolffe paused. “I have no problem with that, but I need you to understand that it’s non-traditional for a sub to have that much power over her dom. I’m agreeing as a concession to get what I want, but if I get any hint of you trying to top from the bottom, I’ll have to punish you. Do you know what that means?”

You had come across the term during your research and, thankfully, had made a mental note of it. “It’s when a submissive tries to take control of a situation or scene.”

“And why is that bad?”

“Because…” You frowned, having not expected him to push for deeper understanding. “Because it means the sub isn’t being submissive?”

“Yes, but it is a sign of a deeper problem,” Wolffe told you. “It means you don’t trust your dominant to take care of you. A lack of trust destroys the bond you’re forming, which can destroy your relationship. That’s why topping from the bottom usually gets the harshest punishments.”

Was it a bad sign that your body tightened at the mention of punishment? It had to be, and yet…

“My last rule is that I want you to wear something of mine.”

“Your shirt, right?” you asked.

“Along with that. I mean something more permanent.” Wolffe gave you a considering look. “Did you read about the concept of collaring?”

You balked. “I… Yes, but I don’t know if I’m comfortable with the idea of wearing a collar. It seems… demeaning.”

“That’s the point,” Wolffe said, clearly trying to fight his amusement. “A collar is a mark of ownership, and ‘demeaning’ acts are a major part of most power-exchange relationships.”

“I don’t think I can get away with wearing a collar around in my everyday life.”

Wolffe’s expression cleared. “It won’t be a physical collar. Not with how subtle and controlled we want our relationship to be. More like a piece of jewelry you don’t take off. Something that makes you think of me when you see it. Something that people in the community might recognize, but no one in the outside galaxy would.”

“Oh.” It sounded far less threatening when he phrased it that way. “I can agree to that.”

“Good,” Wolffe said, jotting down a few more notes. “I’ll find a few choices and get your input. You should expect to be collared before my next mission off-planet. We probably won’t actually fuck until you’re wearing it.”

You nodded, disappointed by the news that you couldn’t expect to find relief anytime soon. The conversation as a whole made the relationship seem far more real than it had. Before this, everything you had discussed could be about someone other than you. Some fantasy version of yourself, who wasn’t scared or particular, who wasn’t hurt by a recent rejection, who chased her pleasure wherever she might find it. You wanted to be that version of yourself, and if this was the way to do it? It seemed you could live with that.

“Those are all of the rules I could think of,” you told him, taking a large gulp of your drink. It wasn’t alcoholic, but you hoped it would help steady you. “Any more for you?”

“I think we have a good foundation to build on,” Wolffe said, scanning over what he had written down so far. “The only thing left to discuss is what punishments we agree on.”

Your body tightened, and you shifted in your seat. “I did some research, but I wasn’t sure where to start. How bad is a punishment supposed to be?”

“Ideally, a punishment should be something at least slightly enjoyable that does no permanent damage, but can be made more intense if the situation calls for it.” Wolffe slid his datapad over to you. “I wrote down some ideas for punishments that fit those parameters. Most of them can be done over a distance, so we can make sure the punishments come close to when they’re earned.”

You took the datapad - pausing for a moment to appreciate Wolffe’s neat handwriting - and scanned down the list.

Orgasm denial

Ben Wa balls

One set for training, one for pleasure, one for punishment

Anal plug

Nipple clamps

Temperature play punishments

Freezing a toy or using hot wax

Remote-controlled toys

Some to be worn in public

Wearing your best stoic expression, you gave a considering nod. Some of the ideas on Wolffe’s list were intense or intimidating, but you couldn’t deny that all of them piqued your interest. That seemed the most elegant way of saying that your breathing had picked up and your panties were soaked through.

You nudged the datapad back to Wolffe. “I would be willing to try all of those punishments.”

“Good girl,” Wolffe encouraged. You wondered if he knew the way that pulled even more of a response from your body. “If we have to do a punishment while I’m off-planet, I’ll need holo proof of you being punished. Can you do that for me?”

You nodded, not trusting your voice.

“Then all that’s left to do is sign,” Wolffe said, making final updates to the contract. “Do you want some time to look over it and make adjustments of your own? I can give you a few days.”

“Days?” you echoed, dismayed. “No, I was reading along while we discussed. I didn’t see anything I object to. At least, not right now.”

“If you’re sure…” Wolffe said doubtfully. He only seemed mollified when you gave a firm nod. “Then I need your signature on this line. I’ll send you the final copy after I sign.”

Could he see the way your fingers trembled as you scrawled your name on the line he had indicated? You hoped not. Either way, he didn’t comment as he signed his own name beneath yours.

“Now what?” you asked, cursing the breathiness in your voice.

“Now…” Wolffe said, carefully setting the datapad aside. When that was done, he leveled a predatory look at you. “We can celebrate our new arrangement. Tell me, sweetheart: are you wet for me?”

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Author's Note - As usual, you can expect a second (spicy) chapter tomorrow.

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8 — Frozen

Hiding In Plain Sight

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Pairing: Commander Wolffe x reader

Word Count: 4.5k

Warnings: Medical fears and anxieties (associated with eyes and prosthesis), frostbite (non graphic), leering, majorly creepy vibes

Summary: Now recovered for his injuries and once again cleared for duty, it’s back into the thick of it, rescuing an Admiral from a planet who’s temperature has never been warmer than negative 10

Despite being told that the 104th would be moving onto General Plo’s battlecruiser immediately, the launch date has been pushed back several weeks for reasons the higher ups refuse to share with you. Not that you mind, this base has become home for you and the Wolf Pack, if truth be told you’re a little sad to be leaving it. This is where the team painted their armor together, where you’ve trained with them and treated their wounds. On this base you and Wolffe’s quarters are just steps away from each other. You have no idea what things will look like for the team when you move aboard the ship.

On the bright side Wolffe has made a remarkable recovery. He complains about it, but still does all of his physical therapy exercises each day. The prosthetic eye seems to have integrated so seamlessly that he really can’t tell the difference. The pain has subsided significantly and his scar has healed enough to have full range of motion of his head, neck and jaw with no irritation.

“You are cleared to be back on active duty sir.” You smile brightly, signing off the last form to officially discharge him from physical therapy.

“Good, I’m ready to get out of this office. Need some fresh air” he huffs “If they ever let us off this base again.”

“They will. The ship will be ready soon and then we’ll be back to missions. You’ll be missing all this down time when we’re setting up tents in a mud hole somewhere.” you chuckle.

He makes a cringing groan “Nothing worse than sleeping with mud in your boots.”

“I don’t know, I’ll take a nap in a mud puddle before going back to another dust ball planet and getting sunburned.”

“Yeah alright” he laughs “I’d take mud in my tent over a sunburn too”

“Besides, we won’t be out on mission forever. I’m sure the ship will be great, and we’re bound to get approved for our shore leave eventually”

“Doc, we submitted that shore leave request months ago. If we hear back before the war ends I’ll be impressed”

Days of waiting for the go ahead to make the final transfer turn into weeks of spending endless hours completing no real work and wasting an inordinate amount of time. The team has taken it upon themselves to use this time wisely. Slush has been giving Jag piloting lessons every day. Cinder has been tinkering in the engineering labs to increase the effectiveness of some of his heavy artillery weapons. Cricket has been obsessed with trying to make musical instruments out of whatever he can find around the base, tapping on empty fuel barrels, plucking at strings to see what kind of sound it makes, flicking the rim of water glasses with varying amounts of water in them. Comet, Sinker and Boost have been competing with each other the last few weeks. Who can run the fastest mile? Who can do the most press ups? Who can hold a handstand the longest? Now they’re building obstacle courses in the training room and distracting other battalions stationed on the base.

“But Doc, we fall from heights bigger than this all the time” Boost attempts to convince you “And we aren’t falling, we’re jumping into a barrel roll”

“Boost please don’t make me use my Captain voice” you warn him

“Too late, you’re already doing it” Comet calls out from behind him “Come on, you used to be fun!”

“I’m serious, you guys. I know you’re bored, we’re all bored. But boredom is not a good reason to jump off the rafters” you scold them

Just then all of your coms beep at the same time. You answer the call as the others gather around to see the message clearly intended for all of them.

“Assemble the battalion and prepare to leave” Wolffe’s hologram appears in miniature on your com device “Captain, join me on the bridge for the full briefing.”

“Yes sir” you nod before shutting off the com device “You heard him, get the lads and be ready to leave”

“Yes sir” They address you respectfully and run off to get the others and the ship ready for departure.

You head off in the other direction towards the command center. On the way you run into Wolffe heading up there as well.

“Anything?” You ask falling in step beside him

“No idea” he says shortly as you both reach the door to the Command center. Inside General Plo is waiting for you.

“Greetings” he welcomes you both. General Plo projects a holo image of a man wearing republic command dress uniforms for all to see, “This is Admiral Sarkany. He is the Admiral that will be commanding the fleet our new ship will be leading. His shuttle got shot down on the planet Belsavis, we have received a distress signal and located the remnants of his ship, we believe at this time that he is still alive. Your mission is to find Admiral Sarkany and the data pad that was on his person at the time of the crash”

“Any extraneous risk factors sir” you ask

“Belsavis is a frigid planet, typical temperatures this time of their planetary rotation are well into the negatives” Master Plo explains “Take the winter gear and extra layers”

“Does Belsavis have a known population?” Wolffe asks

“No, current reports from the planet indicate there are not enough resources on that planet to sustain intelligent life. Therefore, there is no expectation for this to be a combat mission” General Plo says “But nevertheless, watch each other’s backs, and prepare yourselves for whatever circumstances may arise”

It sounds like your biggest enemy on this mission will be exposure to the elements. You only hope that your heavy winter gear to protect you from the cold, will still allow you to move to perform well in combat and in doing your job as medic should it be necessary.

“If there are no further questions, finalize all gear and get moving, time is of the essence” General Plo ends the meeting. You and Wolffe leave the command center and join the rest of the Pack. You relay the mission information and instruct them to get moving to put their cold weather gear on. You go with them, putting on your layers too. But you notice something.

While they all have standard issue, military grade thermal layering. Your winter gear seems far less insulating and durable. The material is noticeably thinner and made of cheaper material.

Slush glances over at you. “You alright there doc?”

“I’m gonna freeze my ass off this this stuff” you reply, frustrated with the situation “I know there aren’t a lot of civilian soldiers, but you’d think they might outfit us a little more appropriately”

“Don’t worry doc” Sinker pats your shoulder “Like the General says, this is a quick pick up mission, we’ll be off that frozen rock before your caf stops steaming”

You shake your head with a half hearted laugh, and get the, thankfully, slightly better quality insulated boots laced up. Your gear bag is packed, you’re bundled up as much as you can given what is available to you, and lined up to get on the shuttle with the men.

You stand close to Wolffe in the shuttle. He’s nervous, and you can tell. You turn your head up a bit to look at him, hoping he catches your gaze beneath his helmet. You raise your eyebrows at him in silent question.

You good?

He gives a single nod and turns his helmet away from you. You choose to take it as, I’ll be fine.

You leave it at that for now, you’ll check back in with him after the mission is complete, and keep an eye on him until then.

In truth, he is a bit worried. His physical therapy is complete but this will be the first true test in the field with the new eye. He isn’t concerned about his ability to use the eye, he’s more worried about how the eye will fair with foul weather.

Wolffe has never enjoyed deeply cold places like where you’re heading now. He’d rather sweat his ass off and hide from the sun on Jakku or Tatooine or wade through a jungle swamp on Onderon than trudge through ice and howling wind while his balls freeze solid and his fingers lose feeling. What I wouldn’t give for a mud puddle he thinks

Ever since the moment General Plo said the phrase “frigid planet” he’s been trying to push away thoughts of the liquid that allows his eye to move freely in the socket freezing over. Or the mechanical pieces of his cybernetics failing in the cold, leaving him blind and helpless.

He makes a mental effort to think of more constructive things. Like finding this Admiral, getting off this frozen rock as soon as possible, and making sure you don’t freeze and die. He heard you mention the lackluster quality of your military issued thermal gear, and even he can tell by looking at it, it won’t keep you warm after the sun sets…. So finding shelter and making a fire is likely going to be a priority.

As the shuttle descends down towards the surface of the planet all of you can already feel the chill creeping in. It forces you all to stand closer together, mostly to get away from the durasteel walls.

You can hear the icy cold wind whipping around the ship as it makes its final descent and lands on the crunchy snow. The doors stall to open, already struggling against the thick layer of frost. After a moment of somewhat u settling creaking and mechanical whirring, the doors slide open, blasting you and the rest of the battalion with the subzero temperature air. Even with your layers, it rips through you and steals any hope for warmth you had.

I’m fucked

“Come on then men” Wolffe barks, stepping off the shuttle holding a data pad that’s acting as the receiver for the distress signal “The sooner we find the Admiral, the sooner we get to thaw out”

The men grumble in acknowledgement to their commanders orders and follow him out into the wind. Where you quickly realize that if you don’t move strategically, you’ll all get separated and die wandering aimlessly in the tundra.

“Commander!” You shout over the wind

“What is it Captain?” he calls back

“We need to form rank sir. We’ll never make it, if we don’t stay together” you’re not sure if he can hear you over the wind.

“Give the orders Captain” he yells, turning back to the data pad

You instruct the men to stand, two by two, and never let the man in front of you get farther away from you than the distance between the butt and the barrel of a blaster rifle. It seems to work, you move faster as a group and in a more direct path. Plus knowing you’ve got someone at your back is a comfort when you’ve got limited visibility around you.

With every step you take your numb feet burn. You have to remind yourself that if you stop moving, not only will you get separated from the group but you will surely freeze up and die. And you’re almost entirely sure that the men around you are just as miserable, even if their winter gear is better quality than yours.

“I can see the wreckage” Wolffe hollers into the wind “We’re almost there”

There isn’t much of the wreckage left. The charred hull isn’t smoking anymore, but gods above you wish it was so you could warm yourself over it. Even if it is a little morbid. You and the rest of the men search the wreckage, but can’t find the transmitter that’s emitting the distress beacon. You also have no luck finding the data pad, or any sign of the Admiral living or dead.

“Sinker. Boost. Scavenge anything you can from the ship. Anything we might be able to burn if we need to” Wolffe orders “Slush, you and Jag start trying to contact General Plo if you can get a signal. Captain, we need to determine our next move”

“Yes sir” the men respond, breaking off into pairs to complete their tasks. You step closer to Wolffe and look down at the data pad, trying and failing not to shiver.

“Captain, given the circumstances, what is the likelihood that this Admiral is still alive?” he asks you

You study the data pad, and the topographical map of the environment. You look up and around at this truly nightmarish planet. You shrug your shoulders with some difficulty. “Given how long it took us to walk this far, and how prepared we were for the climate I would say that poor bastard stands a very poor chance” you tell him. But then you look again at the map and the receiver “Unless…”

“Unless what Captain?” he asks

“Unless he found shelter” you point at the map “That has to be that mountain range, right? Even though it’s higher in elevation and more exposed to the wind. There is a chance the Admiral chose to go that way in hopes of finding a cave. Maybe he succeeded?”

“It’s a possibility” Wolffe agrees “Regardless, we are going to need to find shelter soon. If we’re half frozen to death now, we won’t live to see the morning when that sun goes down”

“Terribly blunt, but yes, even if we had better thermal gear there’s no way we would survive if we stopped moving to keep our heart rates up. We need shelter and we all need to eat something”

“Alright, round up the men, we head for the mountain” he says

Before you step away you check in “How’s the eye commander?”

“Fucking cold” he laughs in a gruff chuckle “But not as bad as I was afraid of”

“Good” you can’t help but smile under your face wrap keeping you from being wind burned. You nod your head, and turn away to go collect the boys and get them ready to move. Wolffe catches your arm.

“Captain” he calls out “You need to tell me if you or anyone else truly starts getting hypothermic. I won’t let a member of our squadron freeze to death for an Admiral that’s probably already dead”

“Yes sir” you acknowledge him. But you sense his deeper meaning. I won’t let you die.

With the men rounded up and a good amount of materials that could be used as fuel in a fire collected, the group set off towards the mountain. Trudging through the ice and keeping your heads down to stay out of the wind. It’s getting darker by the hour, and colder by the second. The terrain is changing. Going from barren and exposed ground covered in a thick layer of snow and ice, to now rocky and slippery ground.

“Head lamps on!” Wolffe shouts from the front of the line. Even though the sun hasn’t set yet, it’s better to have the extra light now so you can all watch your footsteps and make sure each foot fall is placed carefully to prevent slipping on ice rocks or plunging your feet into deep dark holes.

Your hands are numb. Your feet are numb. Your face is numb. Your body feels heavy and clumsy. You realize that you are both exhausted and freezing. This is probably a good time to start letting someone know there might be a problem, like Wolffe mentioned, but you sort of can’t get your mind to take that option seriously. Instead you are laser focused on trying to put one foot in front of the other.

Hand goes here. Foot goes there. Step up… fuck… step up… you’re struggling. Struggling to get your limbs to move with the usual ease and strength they normally have when you tell them to. Luckily Comet, who’s directly behind you, gives you a hand and gets you up and over the large boulder you’re struggling with. You don’t miss how much his own hands and arms are shaking.

“Commander!” he shouts far ahead of where the two of you stalled

Wolffe turns back and looks down to where you and Comet stand, shaking. You’re not the only ones. All of the men are freezing. He himself is shaking, and noticing himself starting to make mistakes as well. For a moment he is scared. What has he done? Taking this risk trying to climb up into the mountains to find this stupid admiral.

No. He tells himself. This is the best chance of finding shelter.

He looks around. Surveying the area. There has to be something. Anything. Then he sees something he did not expect. There’s a light. He wonders if he’s imagining it. Or if it’s just reflecting their own head lamps.

“Lights off!” He barks

“Commander?” Comet yells back, horrified by their leader's instruction to relinquish the only means of seeing what they’re doing and where they’re going.

“Now!” Wolffe yells. After a brief moment, the lights around you begin to shut off. Comet reaches forward and shuts off your head lamp. Now the only thing you can see is his helmet. You shake your head no. No. No please. Don’t turn off the light. He reaches up and shuts his light off too.

It is a kind of terror you have never felt anything like in your life. Pure darkness. The haunting sound of violent wind whipping around you, and drowning out your own voice as you speak. You can still feel Comet’s hand gripping your elbow… you think, you can’t really feel much of anything. But you tell yourself that pressure there is his hand. You turn your head and curse Wolffe for giving this order. He better have a good fucking reason for–

“I see light!” You scream. You hear the others calling out to each other about it too. There is a faint light, coming from higher up the mountain. A cave you think. Fire. It has to be fire light. Suddenly there’s too much light in your face as Comet turns his head lamp back on and yours as well. The headlights of the others flicker on and all of your start beelining for that cave.

Wolffe leads the pack, deciding that if there is someone else in that cave they’re either gonna share that fire or he’ll make them fucking share. With this renewed spirit and dive propelling him forward, he climbs over rocks and boulders and claws his way up to the mouth of the cave.

Inside he sees… a man… sleeping against the wall of the cave with a small, dwindling fire in front of him. Wolffe growls as he hauls himself up and reaches back to help up the men coming behind him. As quickly as they get up into the cave, they start tending to the fire to get it back going with the supplies they carried from the wreckage, paying absolutely no mind to the sleeping man.

Wolffe hauls you up into the cave where you just collapse against the wall, breathing hard and sweating. That is bad. Sweating when it’s cold is bad. You turn your head towards the fire that’s now burning brighter, and bask in the warmth of it radiating towards you. Wolffe cradles your cheek in his frozen hand, and turns your face to look at him.

“Look at me” he growls “Don’t you quit on me doc”

“You’re not getting rid of me that easily commander” You laugh tiredly. He’s concerned though, you’re not really shivering anymore and your teeth aren’t chattering. That means your body isn’t even trying to produce heat, it’s trying to keep your vital organs warm.

“Come on” he gets you to crawl towards the fire, where the others have roused the sleeping man.

“Admiral Sarkany?” Wolffe addresses the man

“My rescuers I assume” the man replies

Even in your chilled to the bone and exhausted state, his tone of voice pulls you up short. Arrogant. Entitled. Rude.

“Yes sir” Wolffe responds “We’re here to extract you and the data pad that was on your ship”

“Took you long enough” the admiral huffs “been freezing my bollocks off up here for two full days. That’s unacceptable commander”

“Apologies sir” Wolffe grits out. He’s one of those.

“So, are we going to sit here all night? Where’s your ship?” He asks

Ugh your head is pounding. You know good and well you’re not going anywhere tonight, and this jerk is probably not going to stop talking.

“We’re a little over 28 kilometers away from our ship, it’s too dark and too cold out there to try to make it back tonight sir. My men need to rest and warm up before we go back out there” Wolffe watches the Admirals already irritated and ungrateful face twist into a glare “We will leave for the ship when the sun rises”

“Unbelievable” the Admiral gruffs “I expected a hasty extraction from this hell hole, not a slumber party in the wilderness with a bunch of clones”

The cave falls silent, save for the crackling of the fire. All eyes glare at the Admiral. Wolffe is beginning to lose his patience with this situation. The Admiral can bitch and moan all he wants, he won’t make a careless decision that would surely result in casualties.

“As I said sir, we will leave at dawn. Get some rest you will need your strength” he tries to keep the nasty edge in his voice from making his true wishes to toss this ungrateful son of bitch out of the cave to fend for himself with no fire or shelter, known.

The Admiral gumbles something terrible and biggoted under his breath and wraps his many insulating layers around him. Wolffe finally sits down with you and the rest of the squad, situated away from the Admiral. Freezing or not you’d rather run back out in the snow storm in your chonies than huddle together with that piece of shit for warmth.

“How are you faring doc?” Cricket asks you

“Better now that we have shelter” You reply “Can’t wait for the heatlessness of space, that sounds like a hot bubble bath compared to this”

The boys chuckle at your joke. Now that you’ve warmed up enough you pull back the face wrap that had been protecting you from the wind, and use it to further insulate your hands that still can’t seem to warm up.

You continue idly chatting with the squadron. Nowhere near your normal level campfire banter though. It’s no fun when there’s not only an outsider to the group, but a miserable old fuck that actively seems to hate you despite your best efforts.

This Admiral is majorly creepy. Bone thin and bald, chunky glasses that make his unusually blue eyes all the more piercing and uncomfortable to look at. He’s staring at you. He hasn’t taken his freaky eyes off of you since you pulled off your face covering. There’s a good chance he had no idea you were not a clone until that moment. Figures since he’s probably the type that doesn’t actually look at them anyway. One good look at you would have gotten that message across pretty quickly, even bundled up from the cold, you are not built like the clones at all.

You try not to look at him. But he won’t stop staring. The only bit of your skin he can see right now is your face, and even that’s partially obstructed by your hat and thick hood. But he’s looking at you like you’re posed nude for a boudoir photoshoot. You make sure to nuzzle yourself in close between Wolffe and Slush. You trust your squad with your life. Including protecting you from this creep.

It is a long ass night. Eventually the things the men had been able to salvage from the ship to burn ran out, and the fire died down. Some of the men are able to get some sleep, you can tell by their even and quiet breaths. But others, like you, are just too cold and in too much pain from being numb to get any kind of sleep.

Wolffe is tense beside you. He isn’t sleeping at all. He’s watching the Admiral. Who in turn, is still watching you. With his cold, dead looking eyes. You want to get off this planet. You want to get out of this cave. It takes a lot of mental effort to keep yourself from going into a panic. You wonder if any of the others are starting to feel trapped. Or like their toes are falling off.

Eventually the sun breeches the horizon, any men who manage to get some sleep are roused and you all help each other down the side of this mountain and back into formation to keep the group together. You feel warmer and slightly less miserable heading back towards the shuttle. You know you’re walking towards heated spaces, dry clothes, a hot meal, and a maker forsaken fresher.

The Admiral, to his credit, does not complain or gripe the entire trek back towards the shuttle. But of course, the second you get there, he has an opinion to give and energy to give it.

This shuttle doesn’t look well maintained. You should have flown closer to the signal and just picked me up at the base of the mountain. There were provisions on the shuttle, and you didn’t think to bring them. On and on and on.

You choose to just tune him out. Normally you’re pretty good and keeping a straight face and just letting higher ups like this say what they want to, it’s not worth losing your place with the squad. But not today. You don’t pay this tool an ounce of mind, as you busy yourself helping to get the shuttle prepared to leave and the men seen to. A few of them are dehydrated and are starting to show early signs of frostbite on their fingers and toes. You do your best to treat them with what you have in your gear bag.

“Hey” Wolffe pulls you aside

“Commander?” you keep your voice down

“Go up to the cockpit and check yourself for frostbite too. And then stay up there, I don’t want this sack of shit anywhere near you” he says lowly

You catch his eye. He must be genuinely concerned if he’s breaking protocol like this. “Yes sir”

You head up to the cockpit and sit in the copilot's seat next to Slush.

“Doin’ okay there Doc?” he asks, glancing over to see you shedding layers

“Yeah, just need to check my toes for frostbite and get away from that sleemo” you tell him pulling off one of your boots

“I couldn’t close my eyes last night with him staring at you like that” he admits “We’ve met some creepers out there, but this guy is just… something else!” he gives a shiver and makes a sound of disgust.

“Yeah you’re telling me. Let’s get out of here and dump this guy with someone else” you laugh, inspecting your poor frozen toes for any signs of true damage.

“You got it Captain” Slush chuckles, setting the ship for a take off sequence.

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Forgive Me (Echo x Medic Reader) Part 19

Words: 2K Warnings: None - Does mention Clone Rebellion Pronouns used: She/Her - (Y/N) and (Y/L/N) also used

"Calm yourself, Echo," called Rex as he put the freighter he shared with the Arc Trooper and Gregor on autopilot. "Wolffe won't let anything happen to her, whether they're together or not," added the great captain, swiveling the pilot's chair around to face his companions, noticing Gregor seemed preoccupied with something.

"She's with him," confidently replied Gregor, throwing his feet on the dashboard as he leaned back and relaxed a little more, a grin appearing across his lips mere moments later. "Didn't you hear?" asked the Commando, not wording he'd recognize Snap's giggle anywhere, especially when he purposely wound up Wolffe.

"How do you know it was (Y/N) and not some civvie Wolffe picked up?" asked Echo, almost as if he assumed Wolffe was similar to Fives and Jesse, even Gregor himself, when it comes to the charm and ladies. His question only served to amuse Gregor, who loudly laughed while Rex shook his head as if trying to rid himself of unwanted mental images.

"Wolffe ..." started Rex with a sigh before stopping, almost as if he searched for the right words. "He doesn't trust those outside of his circle, especially civvies..." continued the great captain, recalling the times in 79's when Wolffe had been somewhat relaxed but still on guard. "After the judgment and fear he received because of his eye, he grew colder to outsiders," explained Rex, trying to word the explanation in the kindest ways possible, determined not to offend the Commander even if he wasn't there.

"Upon my return from The Void, I was assigned as her protector alongside Gruffles; I'd recognize her laughter anywhere," answered Gregor, once again nicknaming Wolffe, similar to how he'd nicknamed others around him based on their personality and his knowledge of them. "Plus, we have Cody's account; that has to count for something," he added, returning his gaze to the ordinary colors of hyperspace, almost welcoming the distraction despite knowing it wouldn't last long.

"You'll see her soon enough. I'm sure Snap will be just as thrilled to see you as you are for her," spoke Rex, changing the subject to the impending reunion once more, almost seeing the irony. The scenario was almost an exact repeat of before, except now it was just Rex himself and Gregor instead of Clone Force 99, General Skywalker, and Rex. Instead of returning to a military base of operations on Anaxes, Snap is within the ranks of the GAR, serving with the 501st. Now, she was touring the length of the galaxy with Wolffe, hiding from the empire and their unknown desires and motivations.

"I'll tell her about her family," voiced Gregor, seemingly lost in the swirls of hyperspace, although it was clear he was thinking of an impending reunion too. Rex and Echo glanced at each other, both still debating if it was a good idea to tell her Devika was the only family she truly had left. Octavius and Isolde had both been killed at the end of the war, and (Y/N)'s parents and other immediate family members had been killed not long after for one reason or another. Her parents vocally protested what happened at the Military Base. The others for trying to protect both Snap and Devika. "Good idea or not, Snap deserves to know the truth. It's better it comes from someone she trusts than allowing the imps to weaponize it."

"Where is Devika now?" asked Echo, recalling the younger woman with a love for politics. Despite everything, she stood as a fighter for Clone Rights alongside senators Chuchi, Organa, and Mon Mathma. "I don't recall seeing her around the senate building," added the Arc Trooper, concern beginning to flood his voice, even more so when Omega had mentioned some she'd met when with Riyo.

"The Queen of Naboo extended an invitation to her, she's been helping survives of the purge get away and hide" replied Rex, recalling briefly meeting the young politician when on Naboo before, at first he thought she was (Y/N), the two being almost identical. "The queen keeps her protected until the times right for her to return to the Senate, likely as a fully-fledged senator," added the great captain, hearing Gregor chuckle, noticing something few others seemed to recognize.

"I wonder if they did that on purpose?" questioned Gregor, purposely being vague with his line of thought. Another chuckle fled his lips mere moments later upon glancing at Echo and Rex, seeing the confusion written across their features. "Snap and Wolffe running across the galaxy is distracting the imps to the point they haven't even realized Devika is probably the bigger threat. One refuses to give the empire what they want out of sheer stubbornness, and the other is basically building a rebellion," explained the Commando, seeing the irony in the situation. Almost as if the (Y/L/N) sisters had used the divide and conquer tactic against the empire.

"If that was planned, they're doing a good job at it," replied Echo, a proud grin coming to his lips, even more so when their plan seemed to be working. "Tech would be proud," laughed the Arc Trooper, thinking of how Tech and the rest of the Bad Batch would respond.

"So would the rest of the boys," added Rex, knowing all their brothers would be proud of what the (Y/L/N) sisters had managed to do, even if it was unintentional. "And General Skywalker," he added, thinking of the unorthodox Jedi Knight he'd served under for the entirety of the war. Deep down, Rex liked to think the General would be pleased his creative thinking had rubbed off the civvie medic and the senator. "I think Senator Amidala would be proud too; I'm sure if she was still here, she'd be doing as Devika is now," sorrowfully added Rex, sadness glimmering in his eyes to think of all those lost at the end of the war for various reasons.

"Speaking of planned things," started Gregor, pulling his feet from the dashboard, being careful not to catch any buttons and leavers. "How do you plan to sway old Wolffee to join your rebellion?" curiously worded the Commando, suspecting it would be no easy feat to convince the Commander to join the ranks of the growing clone rebellion. "And the rest of Clone Force 99?" he added with haste, suspecting Rex had a plan to convince the three remaining lads of the Bad Batch to join them.

"Hunter, Tech, and Wrecker have Omega to think about; her safety is the number one priority for them," voiced Rex, acknowledging in order for the rest of the bad batch to fight, they would have to be sure Omega would be protected. "As for Wolffe, it shouldn't be much trouble; convincing Snap will be far harder," he replied, knowing the plan Cody had thought of would certainly help, but it relied on (Y/N) and put her in more danger than she was already in. It involved putting her into the heart of the empire's secret goings-on.

"Convince Snap of what?" asked Echo, quickly deciphering he wasn't going to like the answer. Still, he pushed the growing fear and judgment of the situation aside to listen with a clear mind. Rex could only sigh, whereas Gregor clearly displayed his disagreement with Cody's plan; even if it would help them, he was still insistent it wasn't worth the risk.

"Before Cody went looking for General Kenobi, he shared a plan with Rex. It would help with the rebellion and freeing our brothers, but it will also put (Y/N) in the heart of all the danger," worded Gregor, displeasure dripping from his normally smooth voice as he slumped back into the co-pilot chair he'd occupied as if protesting against the idea once again.

"We know clones within the imperial ranks and prisons are disappearing. They're transferred to a secret facility somewhere and never heard from or mentioned again. Cody theorized they were doing experiments on them, he'd heard whispers of a top secret project, Death or Dark Troopers" wearily began Rex as if he was doubting his own judgement for agreeing with the idea in the first place. It was dangerous, and (Y/N) was no soldier, "Snap was supposed to be transferred to the Advanced Science Division when the war ended, but Wolffe, with help from Fox, got to her first. The Science Division is also involved in the disappearances; at first, I thought it was a coincidence, but the more time that passes, the more I believe whoever runs the division had a purpose for wanting (Y/N)," added Rex, sighing as the truth was slowly dawning on him, why the empire wanted to send Snap to such as place.

"To use her as a weapon against us," voiced Gregor, pointing out the obvious answer as well as displaying his disagreement with practically handing Snap to the Science Division on a silver platter. "We clones are loyal to her. We're her army. Who better to use against us?" added the Commando, thinking like the enemy to come to the only logical answer there was. Snap wasn't going to join the empire willingly; the imperials knew it, so her purpose was to be a tool, leverage to force clones to do what the imperials wanted.

"I agree with Gregor," stated Echo, not willing to put Snap in danger, especially if there was another way to get what they needed without taking such a risk. "I know (Y/N) would be willing to do this, especially if it meant furthering something she believed in, but I couldn't bear it if she were hurt or killed. I almost lost her once; I can't take that risk knowing this time she might not come back," added the Arc Trooper for once, listening to his heart rather than his head. Finally, he admitted how it felt being parted from Snap for almost a year, how it felt like he had lost her. He'd already mourned what could have been had the war ended differently, mourned the life he could have shared with her. He didn't want to go through the grief of actually losing her, as he had done with so many brothers, as he had done with Fives and Jesse, and so many others.

"Told you," victoriously spoke Gregor. "Old Wolffee isn't gonna be a walk in the park either."

"And if Snap agrees to the plan?" asked Rex, knowing the opinions of his brothers mattered, but so did (Y/N)'s. What would they do if she agreed to do as Cody suggested? What would any of them do if she willingly joined the Advanced Science Division as a mole? "I know Wolffe would protest, but he'd also do what he could to protect her, even if that meant telling her she's an idiot," added the great Captain, recognizing the danger and Wolffe protesting. After all, protecting Snap was the only duty Wolffe likely felt he had left; there was little doubt the Commander wouldn't be so quick to let it go, especially if he were aware the civvie medic still needed him as much as he needed her.

"I would reluctantly agree. I know better than to argue back with her," quietly replied Gregor, as if he were a cadet again being scolded on Kamino. After all, he was well aware it was pointless trying to convince Snap not to do something, especially if she'd already made her mind up about it. "I'd do everything in my power to make sure she's as safe as possible and has the support needed to complete her mission."

"I would say try and convince her otherwise, but I know she's more stubborn than a Rancor at feeding time," commented Echo, knowing his Civvie Medic could be far more determined and stubborn than the best of soldiers. She could be more savvy than the politicians in the Senate if she had to be, and she was as fearless as the Jedi once were. But that didn't mean he wasn't afraid of losing her; they'd both survived one war, but there was no guarantee they would survive another; the Empire was far crueler than both the republic and the separatists combined, cold and ruthless when it came to dealing with their enemies.

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rexxdjarin · 2 years

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No Shame

Commander Wolffe x F!Reader One Shot

Summary: Based on the above song - You and Wolffe have been FWB for quite some time and although you want it to be something more, there's no way he would ever want that with someone like you. Right? Word Count: 7k Chapter Warnings: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. 18+ RATING, angst, FWB to lovers?, dom!Wolffe (is there any other kind lol?), p in v sex, fingering, light bdsm themes and spanking (if ya squint), self-esteem issues, self-doubt, hurt/comfort, very mild arguing Notes: this is loosely based on themes of this song (or rather what I imagine a happy ending to be like bc I refuse to write shit that ends sad haha)

[crossposted on ao3]

Commander Wolffe was always far better than any other partner you’ve ever had. He was so good. Too good for you. His interest in sleeping with you often scared you. Because you knew you loved him and sleeping with him was only making that affection deepen. But you were filled with self-doubt. Denying your own worth against quite literally the perfect man. You weren’t a carefully engineered genetically ideal human. You were just you. Average men didn’t even like you. His interest in you didn’t make sense. Someone as perfect as him could never love you. No matter how much you wished he could.

You filled your life with men you thought you deserved. Men who could never measure up to him. Men who couldn’t even call themselves men by comparison to him. You were inferior. You knew it. He’d be ashamed of you. Ashamed to be seen with you. The fact that he even wanted to sleep with you at all was just because you were easy and accessible. That’s what you told yourself. You wouldn’t bother wasting his time by asking him to do all the relationship stuff you wanted. He’d probably laugh at you.

You tried to cut it off before you hurt yourself. Before you loved him so much it would kill you to ever see him walk away in disgust. But you couldn’t stop yourself. Every time you swore it would be the last, you found yourself comming him, begging him to find you and fuck you like only he could. You felt pathetic needing someone, who didn’t think of you for even a second, so badly that it hurt. So you decided you’d look elsewhere for the relationship you wanted, even if they were far less than everything Wolffe was.

Tonight you walked through the doors of 79s with your date and saw him sitting at his booth with all his men, clutching his drink in one hand and staring up at the waitress with a warm smile, an actual fucking smile, on his face. Finally, something in you just snapped. He didn’t want you. He really didn’t. He could look at anyone, no, everyone else the way you wished he’d look at you.

Your date stood beside you, not even noticing you as you seethed in anger beside him. He was too busy eyeing several of the twi’lek waitresses to notice. If you actually cared about him, you’d be as angry at him as you were at Wolffe, who wasn’t even yours. He would never want to be yours. As if pulled your direction by gravity itself, Wolffe turned and looked directly at you.

The familiar darkness you knew all too well wiped whatever warm friendliness you’d just seen right off his face. His brow furrowed in anger and his eyes narrowed, looking you up and down with the disgust you knew he’d felt for you. You’d never brought dates here before, but in order to move past him you’d have to show him you didn’t need him anymore. Even though everything inside you was screaming that you did.

You stood by the bar watching Wolffe stand up like he was going to walk toward you, only for him to turn and enter one of the freshers in the back. You excused yourself from your date to use the fresher and followed into the one Wolffe had just entered. You pushed open the door to find him leaned up against the wall scowling at you.

“You know I don’t appreciate you coming to my bar parading around some other pathetic excuse for a lifeform you’re dating. It’s insulting.” He spat, his voice low and his brooding expression dangerous. He took up all the space in the entryway, his broad shoulders caging you in against the door you’d just locked behind you.

“Your bar? Since when do you own 79s? It’s Republic property.” You argued, trying your best to stand up to him without breaking down already. Looking at his perfect face was hard enough from across the bar, but it was even more painful just an arm’s length away.

“I am Republic property.” He scoffed sarcastically, stepping close enough to you to press his puffed up chest into yours. He slammed his hand on the door just beside your head and smirked at you. “You’re not going back out there to that lowlife. I won’t let you.” He muttered, the slightest hint of desperation littering his tone. But that was probably in your head.

“You don’t get to tell me what I can and can’t do, Wolffe. Haven’t you already taken enough from me?” You practically whimpered, turning your face from him as you felt tears well up. His face was only inches from yours and you could feel what felt like his glaringly angry stare burning a hole right through you.

“What? You’re the one that calls me. You’re the one begging me to come over. You’re the one pushing me away.” His voice was escalating and he stepped back, lowering and unclenching his fists, giving you space as you flinched at his every word. He was right. That’s exactly what you were doing. Keeping him away from you so that when he finally realized he could do better, that he deserved better, it wouldn’t devastate you so much.

And yet, as you crumbled against the fresher wall, you realized it didn’t matter. Knowing him at all had already devastated you anyways. He was too good for you. You didn’t deserve him. He should be fucking ashamed that he’d stooped low enough to be with you.

“Not enough.” You whispered, finally finding the courage within you to admit to him how you felt about this arrangement and yourself. You were never going to be enough for him. He might as well leave you here now. Save himself the humiliation.

“You’ve made that pretty fucking clear. It’s never enough. Nothing I do, nothing I am…is ever good enough for you.” His shoulders sagged and he looked at you pitifully, an expression the big, rough Commander had never shown you in all the time you’d known him.

He’s…got it all wrong. It’s backwards. How does he not realize that it’s you that isn’t good enough for him? That you could never let someone like him waste their time on you. He shouldn’t waste his time loving you. Even if all you ever wanted was to love him.

“Wolffe…no. It’s not you-” He stepped closer and leaned his face down to your ear. He lifted his gloved knuckle along your cheekbone softly, brushing your hair aside and kissing slowly up your neck. You let out a shaky sigh, swallowing your thoughts down as he awakened the same desperate yearning that he always did. Whenever you were in his presence. Whether he was directly in front of you or 30 clicks away. Whenever he was near you, you needed him like this.

“Who’s gonna touch you like me? Hmmm? Him?” He asked, running his hand down your arm and tracing his tongue along your jaw. He pulled back, smirking as you trembled with need you couldn’t deny yourself. He pushed you up against the wall gently, slotting his knee between your open thighs. He brushed against your heat and sent a shiver of pleasure down your spine. You let out a soft moan and he chuckled quietly. “No. He doesn’t know you like I do. Make you feel good like I do…Care…about you like I do.”

“Wolffe.” You sighed out resting your hands on his chest before he crashed his lips against yours. He slid his tongue in your mouth, overwhelming you and stealing every breath you needed to form words you wanted to say. He melted you. He always did. You drowned your sorrow in the flood of arousal that he sent rushing between your legs whenever he touched you.

He maneuvered his thigh against your clit, making you break the kiss to moan desperately. “That’s it, mesh’la. There’s that sound I love.” Warmth radiated from your core outwards, the feeling consuming you and making a thin sheen of sweat coat any of your exposed skin. You forgot your pain. You forgot your self-consciousness. Your inferiority. It was just him. Him and the pleasure he always brought you. Even if it was just a momentary comfort from him, you’d take it. You’d take whatever he gave you until the end of time.

“Wolffe…mmmf please. Feels s-so good.” You whimpered, resigning to the pleasure and burying the inevitable. Pretending he won’t take what he needs and walk out that door like he should. “More.” You gripped the armor on his chest for dear life and looked up at his handsome, stern face with the pathetic, lovesick adoration for him that he’d never return, but you couldn’t help showing. You rocked your hips against his codpiece and let your hands fumble with his to tear it off him to get the salacious contact you needed.

He shoved his gloved hands underneath your shirt, tearing the fabric off your head and onto the floor. “You look…fucking incredible. Much too good for anyone else to have. No one else deserves to touch your skin,” His hands gripped your breasts hard, kneading them and teasing your nipples to hardness.

His hand slid down your torso and tore down the skirt from around your hips, leaving you bare and exposed in front of him. He slid two of his thick, gloved fingers through the slick between your legs and grunted in amusement. You whined at the contact, jerking your head back against the door as he teased your clit with the heel of his palm. The dizzying pleasure buzzed through all your nerves, making your eyes slam shut.

Just as quickly as he started working your heat under his touch, he pulled away, lifting his coated digits to his lips. “No one else deserves to taste you,” He grabbed your face in his other hand, making you watch as he slid his fingers past his lips and dragged the taste of you across his tongue. He let out a strangled exhale, releasing the digits with a pop to settle them between your folds again. He slid his hand down to your neck and curled his fist around the smooth, unmarked skin. Slowly, the pressure of his fingertips increased, making you feel the race of your pulse as he sent your heartbeat skyrocketing.

The hunger in his brown eye was dangerous and alluring, making you crave the thorough fucking he was planning on giving you even more. He rested his forehead on yours, staring deep into your eyes as he plunged the same two fingers inside you. The delightfully sinful stretch at your entrance made your eyes roll back in your head as the pounding of your walls around him matched the thumping rhythm of your pulse. “No one else deserves to feel that pretty pussy strangle them but me. Saved this dripping little cunt for me, didn’t you, darlin’?” He growled, his hand on your neck massaging gently and loosening just enough to let you speak.

“Yes, Wolffe.” You moaned, gripping his forearm and hoping he could feel just how desperate you were to tell him how much you only ever wanted to belong to him. That every part of you was his. All he had to do was say so. The gnawing in the back of your mind always told you that day would never come. That physically using you like this was all you’d ever be any good for to him.

“Say it louder. Don’t think he heard you out there.” Wolffe teased, motioning to where your date was somewhere beyond the door you were pressed up against. Wolffe’s fingers curled up against your front wall and pressed hard, making you buck your hips forward in response. He kept at it, nudging up against the same spot as he twirled his thumb against your sensitive clit. “Louder, mesh’la.” He growled, encouraging you as he edged you closer to your climax.

“Wolffe.” You cried out, your mind going numb as flows of pleasure flooded your center. The fresher echoed with the obscene shlicking sound of him fingerfucking you deep and hard, your body unable to resist a carnal reaction to him. You spread your legs wider, your back arching off the door to give him deeper access and he took it. He pressed his fingers inside to the knuckle and laughed devilishly.

“That’s it. There’s my filthy girl. You’re so fucking pretty…look at you- you drive me fucking crazy. Walking in looking like this…I can’t help myself, darling. I have to fucking have you.” Your insides were overheating, the heat in your gut swelling higher and hotter until you were seconds from snapping.

You watched him through your hooded lids, his eyes roaming your body like he was trying to commit to memory what you looked like. His jaw flexed almost in anger, like he was trying his hardest to prove his worth to you and you still wouldn’t budge. He was fucking handsome always, but especially so when he was grumpy and pissed about something. His scowl always made him look so serious even though you knew he was a sarcastic and witty fucker when it really came down to it.

You weren’t scared of him or intimidated like everyone else. You felt safe and protected around him, like nothing in the world could ever touch you as long as his arms were around you. But it was all spoiled by the fact that he never stayed for long. Always left you by morning. Never went anywhere he could be seen with you. And you know it’s because deep down he doesn’t care about you. Doesn’t care about feelings. Doesn’t care that you love him. So you run from him whenever you can find the strength to. But you’re never strong enough to stay away from him for long. And now, as he’s coaxing another orgasm out of you, you think he probably hates you for that too.

“Gods- why won’t you let me keep you? I don’t want anyone else to ever touch you. To know you like I do. Look at me, cyar’ika.” He shook you out of your own intrusive thoughts, his lips just inches from brushing your own. His eyes were wild and desperate for your attention, not just because he was drawing out the strongest orgasm of your life with just his hands, but because he wanted your sole focus, your entire body, to bend your will until you broke for him. He was looking at you like he was asking you for more and for the first time you realize you might be wrong. About everything.

You look up into his eyes as yours fill with tears. Just a few more passes of his thumb tracing circles on your clit and you’re cumming hard. Your eyes lock with his as the orgasm collides into you. Your walls entrap his fingers inside you and your thighs shake around his forearm. Your mind blanks as the euphoria surges through your nerves, down each and every extremity and your vision is just him. His eyes, one brown and one cybernetic gray, watching what he did to you and smirking. Clearly immensely pleased with himself.

“Wolffe…” You choke out behind high pitched moans and soft whimpers. “It’s not enough. I…need more…” More time with him. More attention. More dedication. More of his hands on you. During sex. Before. After. You just needed more.

You needed him for more than what this was.

You needed him to tell you he loved you like you loved him. But how could someone like him want you for more than just sex? He had every better option in the galaxy. He’d never choose you, so you could never ask. You could never risk losing what little part of him you did have. You couldn’t say all of that right now. So you begged him for more with no explanation of what more was.

He let out a frustrated growl and rested his cheek against the side of your hair. “You want me to fix that for you. But it’s never enough. You need more…deserve more than just something physical. Why do you always comm me if you’re scared to be loved?” He asked, his voice softer and more delicate than you’d ever heard him be with anyone. You panted as you toppled down from the height of your orgasm and you rested your hands on his chest. He misunderstood everything. You weren’t scared to be loved, you were just positive that the one you loved could never love you.

“I’m not, I just…You shouldn’t have wasted so much time on me. Aren’t you ashamed to be seen with someone like me?” You asked, watching his brows raise in surprise and both his eyes blinking away dumbfounded confusion. He closed them and stepped back shaking his head.

“What are you talking about?” He rolled his eyes and ran his hands down his face in exhaustion. “Why would I ever think something like that?”

“You only like what I can do to you, Wolffe. And you’re ashamed that you’ve stooped so low to be with someone like me.” You shouted at him with every bit of viciousness you could muster, to finally push him away from you if he couldn’t bring himself to care for you like you deserved. “I’m not good enough for you. That’s why you never take me out. Why you never let yourself be seen with me. I’m just here until you find someone better. And I can’t keep letting someone who doesn’t care touch me like that. So I’ve been trying to find someone who does.”

Wolffe whipped around like you’d just shot a blaster bolt through his back. His lips curled back in a snarl and he pointed the same fingers that were just inside you to the door behind your naked body. “You think that asshole cares about you? Who’s the one who noticed you the second you walked in here? Not him. He was too busy eyefucking the waitresses right in front of you. Who’s the one who knows exactly what you’re feeling just by the look on your face? Not him. He couldn’t tell how much it kills you to be ignored everywhere you go with him. Who’s the one who knows every square fucking inch of your body and exactly how you need to be touched? Not fucking him. Because he’s out there forgetting you exist. And I’m in here. With you. Because I’ll always be there for you. I’ve got no shame in admitting that. Who else out there is going to love you like me!?”

His chest was heaving, his heart thumping so hard you could feel it under the hands you pressed against him. He towered over you, tall and sturdy and so angry you could see the steam pouring out of him with every exhale. He was staring you in the face, expecting you to say something. To bite back at him like you usually did. Instead you shrunk away from him, retreating back into the silence of pleasure rising inside you again at the palpable tension between the both of you. It didn’t feel real. You couldn’t believe him. He was just saying things.

He shook his head and drew in a deep breath to calm himself, grounding his boots to the floor. “I’m not ashamed of you. That’s insane. I could never be. It’s that it’s not safe for people to see me with you. I’m- ugh- I’m trying to protect you. Because I don’t want anything to happen to you. Because I can’t let anything happen to you. I’m sorry if I ever made you doubt for a second how I feel about you. But you can’t deny there’s something here, mesh’la. I know you feel it too…I love you. Don’t push me away. Please.” He rambled, grabbing both sides of your face and staring deep into your eyes with a fierce fondness that was so unequivocally Wolffe that you knew he wasn’t lying.

Tears welled up and spilled over your cheeks as you finally let the walls break down. “I just thought you’d realize you were too good for me. Because I’ve always thought you were. Perfect man with an average girl like me. And that’s why you wouldn’t want to be seen with me. And that pretty soon you’d get tired of me and stop coming back for someone who’s so pathetically and hopelessly in love with you. I didn’t want to push you away. But I didn’t think you’d ever feel the same. I didn’t think I deserved you. So I tried and tried to see other people, to run away from you before you had the chance to hurt me. I’m sorry, Wolffe. I’m so-”

Suddenly, his lips were closing around yours, cutting off the last words of an apology you never had to make. “Hey…hey…c'mon now…run away? You know I’m fast enough to keep up, mesh’la. Never letting someone like you slip away from me that easily. There’s no one good enough for you. Doesn’t mean I won’t try and succeed anyway. I’m never going to leave you or give up on you.” He cupped your face between his hands and smirked, “You really think I’m perfect, huh? Even with the eye?”

You choked out a laugh through your blubbering tears and ran a hand up the back of his neck, gripping the dark curls in your fingers. “Even more so.” You nodded, watching the concern in his eyes lessen as he calmed you down.

“Well, I know I’m more perfect for you than that guy.” Wolffe snickered, pressing his hand against the wall to surround your body with his. You rolled your eyes playfully and pulled him into a deep kiss, his tongue dipping inside your mouth to twist with yours.

“I’m just glad I don’t have to keep looking for guys to date to make you jealous. You’re an impossible man to live up to.” You said breaking the kiss and gasping as he gripped your hips possessively. Your hands ran over the clasps of his armor, clicking it off of him and tossing the chest plate to the floor with the rest of your clothes.

He tilted your neck roughly, kissing along your jaw harshly and using his hands to guide yours across his chest. “Hmm you're right, I was fucking jealous. But I’m glad you don’t have to waste time looking for my replacement in these losers anymore.” His hot tongue kissed up your neck, biting and sucking marks on top of the finger shaped bruises starting to show from his grip earlier. You slid your hands down his torso grabbing at the waistband of his bottoms and pulling them down in one motion. He grabbed your hands and guided them to where his cock sprang up, throbbing for your attention. He laughed darkly in your ear “Besides…who’s gonna fuck you like me?” He tempted you, sliding his cock into your hands and hissing in delight.

He was pounding in your fingers, the head slick and almost purple he was so pent up with need. You dragged a long, slow tug up the shaft and looked down to spit sloppily on top of where you fisted his cock. His jaw dropped open as you coaxed your lubed up fist down his length again, your fingers gripping the perfect amount of pressure around him. “There’s no one like you, Wolffe. No one.” You whispered seductively, batting your lashes at him and twisting your fist back up.

He growled in amusement, happy to have his ego stroked by you once again. “That’s right. Don’t you forget it. Fuck mesh’la-” His words interrupted to let out a whine as you gingerly ran your fingers around the ridge of his tip. He kept his hands on the wall beside your head, letting you work him to within an inch of his sanity and torturing himself by not touching you.

You smirked up at him, your eyes innocent and compliant, as your hands slowly worked him. Resting your foreheads together and brushing your lips against his with every word you muttered, “You can never forget your best…can you, Wolffe?” Your other hand ghosted down his bare chest seductively, fully preparing to get on your knees and taste him the way he did you.

He grabbed your hand just as you began to kneel and pulled you in tighter, the hunger in his eyes mixed with his signature brooding seriousness. His mouth quirked in wicked amusement, like he was still as blown away by you as he was the day you met. He huffed softly, whether out of arousal or admiration you couldn’t tell. “Never.” He answered, the fond softness in his voice a sound no one but you would ever believe he could make. “But if you get down on your knees for me right now…you’re not going to make it out of here looking very presentable for your date.” He teased, the threat more arousing to you than he probably anticipated.

“Oh I’m as presentable as I need to be…” You rolled your heat up against him, pressing every part of you against his toned body. “...for what you’ve got planned in here.” He let out a pained whimper, grabbing the plush of your ass in his hand and rolling you into his body harder than before. In a second, the tension between you snapped and his lips were on yours like you were his only source of air to breathe. Hands gripped waists and scratched down shoulders and backs as you both scrambled to get at each other.

He lifted you off the ground and wrapped your legs around his waist, hovering your slick heat right along his needy cock. “Should walk you out there and fuck you right out on that bar. Front of everyone. Show them how I make you mine.” A deep rumble in his chest filled the room and you rolled your hips along his length to work him up more.

He backed up to the fresher mirror, pressing your back up against the cool, transparisteel wall. “Thought you wanted to keep me hidden. Keep me safe.” You challenged, sucking dark hickies into the tanned skin of his neck and humming as you felt his pulse under your tongue.

“No. That was stupid. Would rather show you off. Anyone who's got a problem is gonna have to deal with me. You know I’m not very friendly.” He growled, slapping your ass hard just to watch you squirm. “Besides…that’ll you make happy, right? You can let everyone know the Commander claims you.” A rush of heat floods your center, still resting precariously over Wolffe’s length. He felt it immediately, chuckling to himself. “That’s what I thought. Makes you fucking wet, mesh’la.”

His hands tangled in your hair and pulled, forcing your gaze up toward him. You could feel yourself swollen with need for him, the heat in your entrance dripping down to coat him without him even having to touch you. His hold on you was like no other man’s could ever be. Your eyes were heavy with lust, your desire to have him take you, to submit to him, was so strong that maybe you would let him take you out there. In here. In your place. Or his barracks. Wherever he wanted. You finally trusted him. With that fear out of the way, all that was left was your need for him.

“You do, Wolffe. It’s all you. You’ve got me like this. Now make me yours.” You beg, your thumbs tracing gentle, affectionate circles on the plane of his chest. You sink your hands lower, feeling his body shiver slightly under your touch. You traced the intoxicating dips of his abs flexing as they helped carry the weight of you effortlessly. He was fucking gorgeous. You don’t think anyone ever tells him that enough even if they treat him like he is.

“Look at you…giving me orders now…you’re lucky you look so pretty tonight…or I’d have to do something about you being so mouthy…” His hand closed around your throat gently, squeezing just enough to make the blood pound in your ears. He scowled at you menacingly, his brown eye glinting with mischief because he knew how much you liked being touched like this. With his other hand he pulled your face closer, your lips inches from his and dragged his thumb across them. “Want my name to be the only thing falling from these lips, darlin’. Loud.”

You nodded hastily, slipping his thumb into your mouth and moving yourself into position over his cock. A wicked grin spread across his strong jaw and he lined himself up with your entrance. He ran his fingers through your folds soaked from your first climax and slicked it down the length of his cock. Slowly, he pushed past your entrance, spreading your walls to make space for the sheer size of him. The feeling made Wolffe toss his head back and sigh, carefully pressing himself deeper with your every inhale as you adjusted.

You could never get used to how thick he was, his cock stretching you out almost painfully. He watched you react, both to make sure you were okay to keep going and to practically feast on the sight of you taking all of him. “Wolffe…stars- move..please.” You gasped, grabbing at his chest desperately for more of him. You needed him to do what he does best, tear you apart from the inside out. To not bother being so gentle when you could more than take a little roughness.

Without even taking another breath, he pulled back, the head of his cock the only part of him still inside you. You whined loudly at the loss, earning you a scolding smack to the ass and teasing growl from Wolffe. “Impatient..” Before you could argue, he slammed into you even harder, the length of him filling your belly and making the tension coil even tighter.

You choked out what sounded like his name with each powerful thrust, scrambling for some part of him to take hold of. You tangled your hands in his dark hair and pulled, bit down on the taut muscles in his shoulders and dragged your nails down his back. The deeper and harder he torqued his hips, the harder it was to keep quiet. Which was exactly what he wanted. “You’re so…fucking good, Wolffe. More, baby.” You begged, feeling the familiar tingling of your climax starting to build in your core and swelling outwards.

“Can’t..get enough…already…” He leaned forward and bit down on the hardened bud of your nipple, making you gasp. His tongue soothed over the mark on one side before he switched to the other and repeated the action, leaving his mark on all the parts of you he loved. You could feel his grip on your waist starting to bruise and the drag of his cock inside you pounding against your walls.

He pushed your back further up the wall to change the angle and the head of his cock speared into a spot so satisfying you yelped. “Fuck..fuck..Wolffe.” You whimpered, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes as you held on to his biceps, hoping it would hold him in place enough to hit that same spot again.

“Say it louder. Louder.” He growled menacingly in your ear as he fucked into you against the fogged mirror. His teeth gritting as huffs of overexertion and dissipating anger left him, his cheek pressed against yours and groaning in your ear with every snap of his hips. “Who’s gonna fuck you like me, mesh’la? Who?”

He was drilling into you so deep you could barely fill your lungs with air before your chest forced out moans of his name. Sounds he desperately wanted to hear more and more of. “Wolffe. Wolffe. Stars- fuck me, Wolffe.”

“Fuck you’re such a good girl. My good girl. You were made for me. This…perfect…tight…pussy. Fuck- made for me. You’re all fucking mine. Say it for me.” He grunted, holding your entire body close to his with just one hand and speeding up his thrusts. Each growling moan through his gritted teeth rumbled low in his chest and rattled through your bones, the deep frequency lulling you into a familiar ecstasy. You were his. He meant it. You were safe and comfortable and more fucking happy with each full thrust than you could ever remember feeling in your entire life.

“I’m yours, Wolffe. I’m all yours.” You sighed, grabbing both sides of his face in your hands and steadying yourself as each of his brutal thrusts took you. He smiled, that same warm, affectionate, sideways little smile he gave that waitress earlier, but brighter, happier, softer somehow. Because this time this smile was personal, it was meaningful and it was yours.

“Gonna make you keep saying that until you believe it, cyar’ika.” His hand slid up your back to cradle your neck as he crashed his lips into yours head on. His hips pressed upward, shoving you higher up against the fresher mirror and smudging the fog behind you. His cock was spreading you open, the sounds of wet friction echoing on the tiles and making you both crave each other faster, hotter, and harder. You swore if Wolffe had pounded you any harder he might shatter the transparisteel mirror or break the duracrete wall behind that. He might take down the whole damn bar if he felt like it. With how powerful his thrusts were, he was certainly strong enough.

Hip bones slammed against hip bones as he chased the high you were carrying him to. Tighter and tighter your walls squeezed as he touched you, fingers on your clit, possessive grips on your waist and tangled fists in your hair. He was ravaging your body deeper than he ever had, consuming all he could of you like he never wanted to forget how you felt. How he and only he could make you feel. You were kidding yourself ever going out with other men. There was no one else. As soon as you thought it, it was spilling out of your mouth. “Ruin me, Commander. Ruin me for anyone else but you.”

He practically howled at that, digging his fingertips into the plush of your waist and angling your hips lower. His cock speared into the deepest part of you so brutally you yelped, dragging your nails down the rippling muscles of his back. You could make your possessive marks all over him too. Make all his men wonder what or who their mighty Commander had gotten tangled with back home.

“Oh, so that’s what you want, dirty girl? You want me to fuck this tight little cunt the way only I can. You want me to pump you so full of me it’s dripping down your thighs when I walk you out of here. That’s if you can still walk straight…” He practically threatened, pulling himself all the way out of your entrance painfully slowly only to ram himself so hard back inside you that it took your breath away.

“Wolffe!” You gasped, feeling the pooled up heat in your belly starting to overtake you. The white hot pleasure began to sear through your center and radiate outward, losing all sense of feeling for anything else but the drag of Wolffe’s cock inside you and his hot exhales fanning over your face with every word.

“Ah ah…you asked for the Commander. So that’s who you’re getting now, darlin’. And you cum only when I order you to.” He teased, flashing a wicked grin and quickly circling two fingertips on your clit to spur your rapidly approaching climax on even further. “You know the rules…let me hear it…two little words…”

“Please, Commander. Please can I cum for you? Please.” You begged, looking up at him with the big, pleading eyes that drew him to you in the first place. He thought you were an angel that he could corrupt and move on. But you were different. You were a challenge. He’d met his perfect match. Beautiful little freak that fought him at every turn, constantly keeping him on his toes in front of everyone.

But here, like this, you were pliant, soft, needy, submissive for him. Because you loved him and he respected the fucking hell out of you for seeing past the tough exterior, for seeing how he craved being soft and caring for someone special. You were a fool for thinking he didn’t love you. All the signs were there. You just couldn’t let yourself see it. Your big, brave Commander challenged your own thinking. Pushed you and fought you and battled you until he brought out the best in you. Until he scared away the notion that you weren’t the best thing this galaxy could offer some lucky someone.

The devotion was written all over his face. The brooding serious and constantly suspicious scowl he wore for the world every day wasn’t what he wore right now before you. He was love sick and desperate and starry-eyed. Well as starry-eyed as his grumpy self could ever look. Commander Wolffe loved you. You. He said it himself. You had nothing to run from anymore.

He grabbed your face in his hand and guided you into a kiss so consuming and passionate it made your overthinking mind blank entirely. It was just him, guiding you toward the edge and cutting the strings that held you back from the free fall you were too scared to take. He pulled back with a smirk and ran his hand along your temple. Your body being held solely by his hips pinning you against the wall. “Yes, my good girl, you can…Cum with me, mesh’la. Together.”

His fingers returned to your aching clit, desperately needing his attention. Masterful fingertips traced shapes against it with perfect pressure and precise speed, while his hips drilled the overwhelming girth of his cock into the painfully satisfying spot in your belly that drove you nearly to madness. One, two, three perfectly timed circles on your clit and you felt yourself teetering over into free fall. Your cunt tightened around him in anticipation and his cock plowed into you, Wolffe groaning as your walls suffocated him in place. “Fuck you take me so fucking good…” He groaned, rambling off in a trail of swear words and harsher and harsher pants. He was just as close as you.

You gasped, rocking forward to rest your head on his shoulder and feeling your thighs start to shake uncontrollably as you rocketed over the edge into your high. Your mind wiped completely, your body hurtling through what lightspeed must feel like. His touches on you are burning startrails and you’re chasing the intoxicating warmth filtering into your every last nerve ending. Your own name filled your ears as his hands gripped your hip bones, the strength leaving him with each rope of warmth he pumped into your belly.

“Wolffe!” You screamed, loud enough that you’re certain people in the booths closest to the door could hear. You hope they do. Twisting your hips and rutting into him to drag the feeling out longer, you bit down on his shoulder and he shuddered, his body tensing as he shot another white hot string of release inside you. He was whimpering and shuddering with every pass and you lost track of just how many times he spilled inside you. He fell into you, catching himself with both hands against the wall and resting his head on your shoulder. He placed the softest kisses he's ever given you along the length of your collar bone as he guided you through your climax. Wave after wave washed over you, your body arching into the protection of his.

“Good girl…ride it out. You’re fucking perfect. Been so good for me. Always are, mesh’la.” He whispered between love bites and slow kisses. His large hands caressed the sides of your waist, lifting your body off the wall to wrap you around him carefully. His spend slowly spilled out of your opening as you shifted, making Wolffe let out a raspy grunt of satisfaction.

Your voice was hoarse from moaning his name and your body was beginning to tire from the sheer blow of the orgasm that rocked you. The feeling was coming back in your limbs and you felt your body go limp in his arms as he carried you. You took in deep, soothing and fulfilling breaths, nuzzling into the crook of his neck affectionately. “Wolffe…?” You asked, running your fingers through the hair at the back of his neck.

“Yeah?”

“I love you.”

He laughed, pulling you back to look you up and down and brushing hair off your face. “I know…you let me fuck you in the fresher…at MY bar. Knew I’d get you someday.” You rolled your eyes and leaned forward to kiss him again, letting him win without argument this time. He reached down to hand you your skirt and top.

“I didn’t think you’d want me to get dressed already.” You joked, shooting him a puzzled glance.

He set you down on your feet and helped you zip up your skirt while he positioned his plastoid back in place. You spun around to give yourself the once over in the mirror, wiping smeared make up and tear stains off your cheeks. You smoothed out what you could of the mess he’d made pulling your hair, before you felt his hands on your waist again.

“Well, normally no. But you’ve got a date…” Your eyes met in the mirror, his roaming down the curves of your body and back up. He spun you around in his grasp, leaning down to kiss you deeply.

“...So we better get back out there before they give our table back to that fucking guy I hate.”

P.S. AHHH it's done. I loved this work. The inspo just hit me listening to this song and I was like oh this is so Wolffe. I absolutely adore what fanon and canon did with his character. He is the most realistic of all the clones. He's proud and strong and kind of closed off, but only to protect the caring, soft, compassionate person he really is inside. He just doesn't always want to show it. Grumpy Handsome Commander <3

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26. “You're allowed to need help."

With Wolffe 🤭

{You Came, You Called}

Program: You don't know why it happens, or why it lasts for sometimes only a day or spans across months. There are days where you can't recognize the person looking back at you. On those days, there's only one person you trust to call for support. The is nothing in this galaxy that will prevent Wolffe from coming to your aid and caring for you with a tender love that's reserved only for you.

Pairing: Commander Wolffe x GN! Reader

Genre: Hurt/Comfort

Length: 5016w

Warnings: This is about body dysmorphia (no appearance description of the reader's body, please read counselor note). Couple of swears, Anxiety, Petnames (cy'are, cyar'ika, sarad)

Counselor Note: First of all, thank you for the request Starry! No pressure to read this is, this is something you're not comfortable with. Now, this fic depicts body dysmorphia with the physical sensations I associate with it. Dysmorphia varies from person to person in how they experience and navigate life with it. That being said, this is just how I've experienced it and some of the things I do to help make myself feel as comfortable as I can on these days. I've written it so it focuses on the physical sensations that happen in a person's body rather than appearance. This is really just a self indulgent piece, because I think Wolffe especially would take care of someone with dysmorphia with the utmost care.

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Today greets you with a blade to your neck. An unsettling discomfort settles in your bones before you even open your eyes. Hearing the dull thuds and clasps clicking of your lover’s armor, your chest sears with loneliness. The words harden on your tongue as he presses a soft kiss to your temple. Desperately wanting to call out for help, you can’t force your body to listen to you as you hear Wolffe quietly walk away from the bedroom. With every step he takes, the stinging pain behind your forehead grows more intense. Just as you manage a small noise of distress, the front door hisses open to conceal the sound. Silence hangs in the air. It coils and thickens as it wraps itself around you in a suffocating embrace.

Coruscant has yet to awaken and ease into its early morning bustle. All the morning birds stay safely tucked away in their nests. Only the shadows passing by the curtained window announce the lingering taxi speeders quietly dropping off last night party goers. Not even the sun has dared to rise. What should have been a moment to enjoy a sliver of peace and quiet now strikes you with sickening unease.

Harsh air locks hiss as they release tension. Mechanical whirls irritate your ears before the door finally slides closed, and it leaves a stale feeling of dread that consumes the entire apartment. You press your face into your pillow to let a whimper escape from your chapped lips. Every sense of familiarity dissipates from your mind as the planes of your body sit heavy on your bones. Overstimulation stings your nervous system with every fiber that touches your skin. The blankets you picked out with Wolffe in excitement when moving in together now scratch you. Your favorite sleep shirt twists and pulls, constricting your breathing. Wolffe’s cologne lingers over his side of the bed, and it blocks your airway with each haggard breath you take.

All the comforts of home contort into a foreign reality, so close to the one you live in, that holds you hostage when it pleases. Swallowing the lump forming in your throat, you take a deep breath and slowly exhale it. So, it’s going to be one of those days. One where you have to navigate life in a body so different from the one you’ve grown up with. Yet, it’s the very same body that you used to feel comfortable just hours before you woke up. You close your eyes and try to find a comfortable spot to fall asleep again. However, the heavy aches and dips pressing down on your body make it difficult to slip into a peaceful slumber. Luckily, the sandman takes pity on you after some time and sends you into a deep sleep.

When your eyes slowly blink open, the dreadful pit forming in your chest grows. Glancing at the cronometer above your dresser mirror, your tired mind barely understands that it’s nearing lunch time now. “It’s okay,” you soothe yourself. Anxiety shakes your words as a light tremble courses through your body as you sit up in bed. “Just have to take the day as it is,” you remind yourself. Slipping out of bed, the cold tiles sting your feet as you pad over to the adjourning fresher. “My body changes and grows to support me and where I am in life. My body is healthy, and my mind is at peace. I am managing this the best I can, and that’s enough,” you slowly recite. The affirmations that Wolffe helped you develop flow from your mouth with growing difficulty. On the cabinet’s top shelf between the doorway and sink counter, you scan over your self care products and half used candles. As you reach up for your favorite scent, a dull ache pulls down on your arm muscles. Your heart thumps painfully against your chest. With fingers wrapped around the candle, you pull it down with a lighter.

The igniter hurts to spark when your thumb pushes down on the mechanism. Small flickers shoot into the air before they fizzle. Each failed attempt spurs your heart rate to quicken, and frustration flares through you. “For fuckssake,” you hiss. “Am I really that useless?”

Bringing both your hands abruptly to the marble counter, you squeeze your eyes shut and focus on your breathing. Wolffe’s voice echoes in your mind, and you can practically hear his scoff. His all too familiar eyeroll burns at the back of your head even though you know he’s already deep in managing today’s drills. You’re not useless. Try talking about my cy’are like that again and see where it lands you. You need to be especially kind to yourself on days that your mind challenges you. Remember? We’ve talked about this.

Pushing a deep breath out through your nose, you shake your head. “I’m trying,” you gasp. Exhaustion clouds your mind as it works overtime to discern the false reality you’re slowly being pulled into. Your hips hurt from the unbalanced weight that pulls down at you. The underside of your arms feel as if they’re nothing. A phantom pressure wraps around your chest sending your skin ablaze. “I’m trying to be kind to myself,” you hoarsely defend, “but how am I supposed to know what care I deserve when I can’t even recognize who’s looking back at me in the mirror?”

When you open your eyes, you feel as if you’re caught in free fall. Familiar eyes stare back at you in the mirror, but an unsettling vacancy glosses over them. Unable to pull your gaze away from the reflection, your mind screams at you to flee. Don’t do this to yourself. Don’t fall victim to a trap hidden in plain sight. Yet, you can’t break free from the twisted lies that root you in place.

Your eyes flicker over your appearance. Each change and difference that doesn’t look familiar is cataloged in your demons’ arsenal. The longer you search in the mirror for imperfection, the less you recognize yourself. Tears blur your vision and thicken the dark storm rumbling in your head. Dragging your eyes to meet the broken gaze that looks directly through you, a punch knocks the wind out of your chest.

Com me. Wolffe’s reminder barely noticeable above the raining ridicule that weighs you down. You’re not alone in this. You don’t have to go through this alone. We have a system in place to support you, but I need you to call me. I can’t come if I don’t know you need me.

“I don’t want to bother you,” you choke on your words. A cry for help screams from the back of your mind, but insecurities stifle it. “I can take care of myself. I’ve done it for so long now. What’s one more day?”

You’ve had to survive these experiences alone long enough now. It’s my responsibility to take care of you as your partner. Wolffe’s voice drops to a low rumble. I have always told you to call me. For anything. It doesn’t matter where I am or what time it is. It’s a privilege to care for you when you need the same support you offer to others . It’s an honor to love you, and one that I do not take lightly. Just give the word, and I will run home to you.

Sobs wrack your body. Lungs constricting from the quick breaths that you force yourself to take. A lightheadedness brews with the dysmorphic storm raging in your head. The entirety of your skin feels like pin pricks are lodging themselves deep into your tissue. Dips and aches shift your weight in uncomfortable areas while nausea crashes in your stomach.

Glass clinks onto the counter as metal skids across it. Racing out of the fresher, you haphazardly stumble back into the bedroom. Your frantic mind searches for the private comlink Wolffe gave you as your six month anniversary present.

Sheets fly into the air as you run your hands over the bed and under the pillow. The habit of sleeping with it by your side while he’s away never truly leaves you. Even if Wolffe sleeps right beside you.

The side table drawer snaps open, and you rummage through the scattered belongings. Always fighting a lingering anxiety of losing it, you try to keep the device in the same spot.

Your footsteps slap against the floor as you dash to your dresser. Wiping away the tears streaming down your face, you scan your gaze over the travel trinkets Wolffe’s sent you throughout the year and your day to day necessities. A frustrated whimper breaks into a sob when your eyes land on the comlink carefully placed by Wolffe’s cologne bottle.

As you hold the small device in your hand, you force air into your lungs with a few deep breaths. Just ask him when he’ll be home and get through the day until then. He doesn’t need more stress on top of physical exams and drill training right now. Slowly exhaling the last breath, when you click the call button a strike of pain flashes up your thumb and settles in your wrist.

The comlink barely chirps loud enough over the shouts, grunts, and blaring music in the base hangar. Fatigue already pulling at his body, Wolffe resists the urge to sit down with his fellow COs at the admin table. When the chirp comes through again, his eyebrows furrow. You know that the drills are today. A bite of unease gnaws at the back of his neck making the hair stand on edge. There’s only one reason you’d call him right now.

Wolffe catches Cody’s eye and signals that he’s taking five minutes before he walks off to a quieter area. A nervous pang hits his chest when a third chirp comes through, and he picks up the pace to a shipment area. Behind a stack of supply crates, Wolffe finds a semblance of privacy that does little to ease the building tension in his shoulders.

“Cy’are?,” Wolffe quietly answers as he holds up the comlink.

Your head jolts back as his voice comes through. The anxiety from waiting to see if he would respond now simmers into nerves of apprehension. What if he’s in the middle of something important?

A knot forms in his chest twists as a light static hangs in the air. “Cy’are, is everything alright? You don’t normally call me unless it’s an emergency,” Wolffe’s voice comes out gruff. More curt than he would usually speak with his partner from having to return from leave to act as a commanding officer for the day.

You wince. A moment of hesitation passes before you quietly respond, “When are you coming home?”

“I-,” Wolffe’s voice trails off as a group of troopers pass by laughing. Drill days are always a welcomed break from the usual debrief meetings and supply stocks. Clearing his throat, Wolffe sighs. “I don’t know. Depends on when we finish up today,” he explains. A curious tug pulls at the back of his mind. “Cy’are, you know better than to just com me unless it’s an emergency,” Wolffe chides. Stress from the chaos of physical exam day bleeds into his attitude towards you.

“I know” you murmur. His disappointment adds pressure to the additional weight you carry with you today. “I just miss you, is all. I’m sorry,” you softly apologize.

The unease travels from his neck to across his shoulders as it pricks at Wolffe’s skin. A new urgency from your shaking voice sends alarms wailing in his mind. “Is everything alright? Did anything happen?” he tries again more softly. His breathing slows down, as he hangs on the silence separating the two of you. “Talk to me. Tell me what’s running through that mind of your’s,” he softly coaxes you. Three little words faintly echo in the back of his mind. They gnaw at his composure, but Wolffe manages to keep himself collected. He has to make sure that everything happens at your pace.

Just as the phrase rests on the tip of your tongue, a flare of panic shoots through your chest. Tendrils of anxiety wrap around you and try to hold you back from calling out to Wolffe. Lungs squeezing and chest constricting, you feel lightheaded as you rush to say: “The mirror broke”.

A cold wave of dread washes over Wolffe. All his instincts yell at him to run home to you and make sure you’re safe. His chest rises and falls quickly. “What happened?” he presses you to elaborate. Careful that he heard your code phrase correctly before hurrying into action.

“The mirror broke, Wolffe,” you cry. Fresh tears sting your lash line as you try to catch your breath. Your nerves flames through you, and you lean on the dresser with your free hand to support yourself. “I-I just need to know when you’ll come home,” you shakily explain. “You don’t need to come home, yet. It’s okay,” you explain. As if caught in an undercurrent, your words sound watery and broken.

“Listen to me. I want you to go into the fresher and start a bath for us, okay?” Wolffe calmly urges you. Without a moment’s hesitation, Wolffe quickly leaves the shipment area and weaves through the mass of clones hanging out as they wait for their exams to begin. When he approaches, his brother’s greetings soon die on their tongues as they move out of his way. No one wants to come between Wolffe and wherever he’s set on being with the dark air of determination around him. “I’ll be home in thirty. Not that far from you, remember that”.

“I tried that,” you wheeze. “I couldn’t even light a candle, Wolffe. Everything hurts so bad,” you sob. Your palm sears in pain as your white knuckles flare against the dresser. “I didn’t want to pull you away from exam day, I know it’s important,” you explain.

“You’re allowed to need help. That’s why we set up this plan, but it only works if you let me know what’s happening. I’m so grateful and proud of that for calling,” Wolffe firmly reassures you. His heart hammers as he strides back into the main drill area. Holding himself tall, Wolffe approaches the CO table with a fierce air of determination. Nothing is going to get in the way standing by your side when you need him most, regardless of where the Republic needs him. You need him right now, and that’s all that matters. “Hold on for one minute. Can you do that for me?” he quietly asks as he nears the table.

“Course,” you sniff. Pushing off the dresser, you stumble towards your bed. Anticipation adds more weight pressing down on you. As soon as you’re a step away from the dresser, your knees buckle. Collapsing onto the bed, you whimper quietly as your hips ache from a flare of dull stings. Your achy hand carefully pulls the comforter from the corner to wrap yourself in some sort of comfort as you wait for Wolffe.

“Cody,” Wolffe barks out just steps before the table. All his batchmates' eyes lock onto him and widen in shock. Yes, they’re as close as brothers come, but there’s a certain line none of them cross when working alongside each other as soldiers. One that Wolffe steps over without a single fucking care. Not when it concerns your wellbeing and safety.

Cody sits up in his seat as his brother suddenly returns. He eyes the man carefully and notices the slight shaky edge to Wolffe’s voice. “Something the matter, vod?” Cody calmly asks. The two of them and their batchmates have been through just about every inhumane and unimaginable tragedy of war. After experiencing and reliving these horrors, Cody knows for a fact that there’s very little that rattles Wolffe.That’s what unsettles Cody the most as he meets his vod’s gaze and catches the subtle panicked shift in his eyes.

Wolffe grabs his helmet from the table and stops at Cody’s side. Looking down at his brother, Wolffe’s memory fills with the numerous times his batchmates covered for the two of you when asked. Wolffe can’t recall how many regulations and protocols he’s broken in order to be with you, but he can’t bring himself to feel any shame adding another to the growing list. “Something happened back at the apartment,” Wolffe drops his voice to a grave whisper.

Realization stings at the back of Cody’s neck. Slowly nodding, Cody’s expression hardens to match his brother’s. He scans the hanger while keeping his voice low and steady, “How many of your boys need to finish up before you’re done?”

“Just Comet, Boost, and Warthog,” Wolffe quickly answers. The sharpness to his tone softens as he watches Cody add them to his roster checklist.

Meeting his brother’s gaze, Cody motions his head to the exit. “Go. Let us know if we can help in any way,” Cody urges him.

“Thank you,” Wolffe breathes out. Cody’s serious expression holds him back from rushing out.

“I want you to know,” Cody says in absolute seriousness, “that we care about your cy’are just as much as you do. Alright? I don’t want either of you thinking that you’re burdening us when you ask for our help”.

Wolffe meets Cody’s concerned gaze and feels a small wash of relief. With a small nod, he quickly takes his leave. Grateful to have his brothers’ support regardless of the situation. As he steps out the hanger entrance and waves down a cab, Wolffe tries to collect himself. But the short commute seems to drag on longer than usual as anxiety slows down time. Raising the comlink up to his mouth, Wolffe picks up your call once more. “I’m coming home, cy’are”.

As numbness settles in your body, you feel as if you’re hanging on by a single thread. Frayed and strained, it’s the only thing tethering you to reality. The comforter stings your skin as it rubs against you everytime you shift your limbs. Desperate to ease the aching pain that sits heavy on you like a second skin. Unable to hear the cronometer chime underneath the pillow that shields you, you have no concept of time as you fall further into your mind’s spiral after Wolffe’s com connection dropped.

“Fuckssake,” Wolffe growls under his breath. His chest heaves from practically throwing himself out of the cab and through the entrance of your apartment building. The driver could not have been any slower, and it had to be when you needed his reassurance that the blasted comlink dies. Jamming in the passcode, Wolffe steps into his home with a gnawing unease.

Silence greets him as the door hisses closed behind him. Dropping his helmet on the entryway table,Wolffe steps into the apartment. His eyes look over the kitchen and then scan the living room. His heart thunders against its cage as he searches for you. “Cy’are?” Wolffe quietly calls out. He holds his breath, and his airway slowly begins to constrict as the seconds feel like hours.

A faint rustling sound causes his ears to prick up. Wolffe walks over to the bedroom and peers in from the doorway. His chest sinks as he watches a mound of blankets twist and snag on the corner of the bed. With each step he takes closer to you, Wolffe quickly unfastens his armor. An urge to be as close to you as possible takes over him, and the minute his boots haphazardly leans against the foot of the bed, Wolffe joins you on the bed. He lays on his side with only the length of one hand between you two. “Cya’rika,” Wolffe murmurs. “Tell me how I can help”. His fingers twitch against the crumpled sheets.

As much as he tries to stay calm during these moments, Wolffe always feels an underlying fear that takes him back to the first time he witnessed one of your dysmorphic days nearly a year and a half ago. A sense of utter helpness slowly crept through him as your dull eyes barely met his own. Confusion gnawed at his mind when you changed your outfit multiple times in the day and only weakly responded with, “It felt too heavy on me”. Concern overcame him when you would only eat a few bites of a particular snack when the two of you would normally cook your meals together. Not a single training simulation could have prepared him for when you locked yourself in the fresher as sobs scratched your voice raw and echoed through the apartment. His desperate pleas and knocks on the door went unanswered for what seemed like eternity. Until he decided that you suffered alone for long enough and broke down the door keeping you from him. Neither of you wanted to leave the uncomfortable spot on the tile as Wolffe held you and listened to your ongoing fight with body dysmorphia. It wasn’t until you finished that he spoke, and Wolffe only coaxed you to let him take care of you.

After that, Wolffe helped you develop a safety net and code phrase for days like these. Always making sure to stock up on self care products for the bathroom. The kitchen is filled with your latest safe foods. He always checks your comlink works before he leaves for deployment. Even with the best preparation, Wolffe knows he can’t take away all the pain. He can only hope to take some of the weight off your shoulders.

Dizzy and dazed from the searing headache that’s settled against your skull, it takes a moment for you to collect your scattered thoughts. “I can’t breathe,” you softly plead.

His hand moves before he processes your words. Pulling the comforter from your face, Wolffe takes care not to touch your skin. The detailed description you provided of how many physical sensations send pin pricks sinking into your skin is now embedded in his memory. When he meets your red rimmed eyes, Wolffe’s gaze softens. His grip tightens on the blanket as he holds it up and away from you, so it doesn't sit on top of you. “What else can I do for you?” he calmly asks. Whatever you ask, Wolffe will follow through on your request. Nothing is too much to ask of him.

“Everything feels wrong,” you wheeze. Your thighs tingle against the synthetic material of your sleep pants. When you move them, a flare of stinging pain shoots across them.

“How about we get into some sweats and comfy clothes,” Wolffe suggests. When you jerk a nod, Wolffe feels a bit better. It’s been a long time since your dysmorphia hit this hard, but the two of you will be able to handle it. “Can I move the comforter off you? I can throw it in the wash with the sheets, so we have new ones for tonight”.

“Please,” you sigh. The bed shifts when Wolffe stands, and you’re excited to be free from the safe haven that now suffocates you in stale heat. Some of the tension lifts from you as the blanket is finally off your body, and you carefully stretch your sore limbs. As you sit up on the bed, you yearn for Wolffe to hold you as he carries the comforter to the laundry basket. Even the thought causes your palms to sting. “Can we sleep on the pull out tonight?”

“‘Course,” Wolffe answers without a trace of displeasure in his voice. “We can set it up after dinner, and the bed can be something we tackle together tomorrow”’. With just a few steps, Wolffe moves from the laundry basket to your shared wardrobe. As he presses the door’s control panel, he asks, “Have an idea what would be comfiest for you? We also should start to think about what sounds good for dinner”. Wolffe keeps his voice soft and casual, not wanting to overwhelm you. His fingertips skim across the fabrics of your lounge clothes, and he carefully tugs out your requested set from the teetering pile.

When Wolffe turns around with your lounge set and his sweats, your chest feels lighter. “I don’t know what I’m hungry for,” you quietly admit as you take the clothes from him. Your fingertips softly brush against each other, and a familiar comfort eases the ache in your bones. “What sounds good to you?” you ask as you slip off the bed. Carefully laying out the clothes on the rustled sheets, a small smile tugs at your lips as Wolffe does the same next to you. Always standing by your side, taking each step with you.

“If you’re feeling up to it, we could go to the noodle and soup stand down the block. Some fresh air would be a good idea,” Wolffe thinks out loud. Out of the corner of his eye, he sees you thumb the outfit nervously. Grabbing the back of his shirt, Wolffe pulls it off with a small hum. As he reaches for his oversized, gray long sleeved shirt, Wolffe relaxes as you mirror his movements. “Or we could order take out and eat on the balcony? A Naboo flatbread also sounds good,” he continues to suggest meals that would be easy on your stomach.

Wolffe’s tender love and attentive care nearly bring you to tears again. Out of everyone in the galaxy, you don’t understand how or why the stars aligned to bring him into your life. Maybe there isn’t a celestial fate that brought the two of you together. Maybe it was complete and utter luck you locked eyes across the import and trade market that Spring day two years ago. It was just meant to be. Whether prewritten in the cosmos or a blip that caused your timelines to entwine with each other.

“Thank you,” you whisper as you slip on your lounge pants. You fiddle with the edge of your shirt and rub the material with your thumbs.

Wolffe tilts his head as he takes you in. His cy’are that brings so much light and happiness to every situation. Always offering advice or a shoulder for someone to rest their weary head on. Some days he barely recognizes the love of his life though. These are the days that Wolffe’s most proud of his cyar’ika. A tiny flicker of hope glimmers behind tired eyes, and he can only imagine how hard you must fight for yourself on these days. “You never need to thank me for loving you how you deserve,” Wolffe firmly reminds you. His steady voice fills with devotion as he holds your gaze.

“I know it can be a lot to handle,” you say barely above a quiet murmur. “Especially if you don’t completely understand what I’m experiencing. So, thank you for being patient and kind when I can’t do the same for myself sometimes”.

Wolffe takes a step closer to you and reaches out to hold your face. But he pauses. Hands hovering just an inch away from you as his eyes search flicker between your own. As soon as you give him a tiny nod, Wolffe softly cups your jaw. His calloused thumbs gently rub your skin, and his chest swells as you lean into his touch. “Love isn’t easy, cy’are,” he says in almost a reverent tone. “But loving you is never difficult. I can’t imagine a life without you anymore, and I never want you to feel like I take you for granted. If it comes down to fighting with your demons, I will hold them off for however long you need to rest in order to push past a dark day to see another bright day”. Wolffe leans down, and he stops just as his head is about to rest on your’s. “May I?” he checks. Another small nod brings him closer to you, and Wolffe leans his forehead against your own. “Loving you is my greatest honor. I never want you to think that you're a burden to me, especially on days when you need a little more care, sarad. Lean on me when you need, because I am here for you always. I’m here for you on the days you stand tall and navigate life with excitement. I am here for you on the days where you need to stay tucked away in the comfort of our home. I am here for you, because I love you”.

Your heart hurts from Wolffe’s promise. Unable to voice your gratitude with words, you tip your head to press a lingering kiss to the corner of his mouth. When his lips quirk with a small smile, you know he understands your silent message.

“How about we go out to the soup shop, hm? Take a quick walk afterwards, and then we can come home for a bath or holofilm,” Wolffe guides you back to the question of dinner. Pulling away from you, Wolffe lets a rare smile grow as your hands hold his wrists as you stare at him with a revived adoration. A breakthrough from today’s fatigue that he couldn’t be more proud of.

“Sounds perfect. Maybe we can stop by the tea shop as well and get something to drink and nibble on during the film,” you hum. Wolffe’s hands lower from your face, but he leaves one outreached to you. Slipping your hand into his, you feel some of the pressure dissipate from your tense muscles as he leads you to the entryway. Your body still aches as you carefully put on the jacket Wolffe holds open for you, but it’s a little more manageable with his help. It doesn’t hurt as much when you press the control panel to open the door. After stepping into the hallway, you turn around and watch Wolffe slip on your fanny pack and his coat with a fond expression. As Wolffe locks your shared apartment, you couldn’t be more grateful to have him as your partner. You couldn’t imagine your life without Wolffe by your side.

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