#commander wolffe x m!reader

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Just As You Are (Wolffe x GN!Asexual!Aromantic!Reader)

Word count: 2047

Warnings: I’ll say NSFW for mention of having sex to make past partners happy, mention of masturbation, minors DNI

A/N: This is my first time writing Reader who is strictly aroace so I hope I did it some kind of justice. I know not all aroace people express themselves in the same way, so this is just one version I had in my mind. I believe what I write is referred to as a queerplatonic relationship? No pronouns are used for Reader.  There is cuddling, bedsharing, and some sweetness, but not romance in the way a lot of people think about it. I think that touch is great and can be a wonderful way of communicating in all relationships, including platonic relationships, so there are some quick kisses, hugs, hand holding, etc.

You'd first met him when helping Rex with some clones who escaped The Empire. They were all stressed and in need of serious help. You ran into him and Gregor on the lower levels of Coruscant. You were selling some speeder parts to another vendor and they were looking for some specific ship parts. One thing led to another and Wolffe's visits to your shop became more frequent. You liked him. He was quick-witted and kind. You weren't sure exactly what you thought about him, just that he had a special place in your heart. Sex wasn't for you. Romance wasn't for you either, but you loved his company. 

Sometimes he would sit with you while you tinkered in the shop, trying to fix something for him while he waited.  You didn’t give too much away at first, but as you got to know each other, you opened up more and so did he.  Like his brothers, he had been through a lot in the war.  You thought he was brave and thoughtful and still managed to keep a sense of humor after all that.  

Wolffe was there the day you broke down and admitted you needed a fresh start and had decided to sell your shop and find some other place in the galaxy. You apologized, knowing they depended on you, but knew life on Coruscant was getting too dangerous to stay.

"Come with us," he said. "There's room for you and we could use your skills. Besides, I'd miss you if I didn’t get to see you again."

You were shocked at first, but within a week a half dozen clones scoured what supplies and parts you had left in your little workshop. You told them to take what was needed and were able to sell the shop and what was left as-is. Wolffe helped you carry your few personal belongings to the ship he now lived on with some of his brothers. You walked away, at least grateful to have someone who cared.

“Everything will work out,” he said.  You smiled up at him and nodded.  You hoped so.

Wolffe helped you get settled in your own bunk on the ship.  Room was rather scarce, but there was some space for each of you.  You traveled with them, helping other clones escape, but found yourself helping the most with everyday tasks.  Cooking, fixing clothes, knowing when to barter, trade, or flat out buy something, and how to fix items.  These were all things they had never had to worry about before. Food was in the mess, they dropped off their blacks to get fixed if they ripped, and they never worried about money or buying supplies during the war.  The GAR took care of it, even if the food wasn’t particularly delicious or plentiful.

One night, as you sat in the cockpit together, keeping an eye out for any problems on the backwater planet you’d settled on for the night, Wolffe decided to make his feelings known.  He turned to you and rubbed the back of his head before taking a deep breath.

“I care about you, you know.”

You looked at him and smiled. “I know. And I care about you.”

“I mean, I think I am in love with you,” he replied.

You felt butterflies in your stomach.  Somehow you knew he felt this way and you worried that if he knew the truth about how attraction worked for you, he wouldn’t want anything to do with you and you’d lose your dearest friend.

“Wolffe, I…” you thought about where to start, but it was clear his heart was sinking with worry that you didn’t think about him the same way.  You reached out and held his hand.  He slowly let his fingers close around yours as you continued.

“I don’t experience romantic attraction. I also don’t like sex. I have never wanted to have sex.  It’s not you.  I actually… I love you too… just maybe in a different way.”

He let a cautious smile spread across his face.  You were in it now and he hadn’t rejected you yet.  You might as well lay it all out.  As if he knew you needed another bit of strength, Wolffe squeezed your hand a little, reminding you that he was still there with you and wanted to hear what you had to say.

“I may not be attracted to people in those ways, but I definitely have feelings for you, Wolffe.  More so than Rex or Gregor or my other friends and certainly more than I did for my family.  But I understand if that’s not enough.  It’s never been enough for anyone else.”

He held your hand and reached out to caress your cheek with his thumb. “Is this okay,” he asked, pausing just before touching your face, and wanting to be near you but not wanting to overstep.  You nodded and smiled, somewhat surprised by his reaction to what you just said.

“It’s more than enough for me and it’s more than okay,” he said.  “And if you don’t believe me, let me show you.  Give me a chance to love you how you want to be loved.”

You leaned into the hand still holding your cheek.  You relaxed a little, trying to not let old worries bother you.  Right now, you felt understood and embraced for who you were.

It took a little time, but you both slowly had conversations about where the boundaries were.  You loved cuddling and Wolffe was all too happy to welcome you into his bunk. He swapped sheets and blankets with your old bunk so that you could be comfortable with what was familiar, but the temperature on the side of the ship with his bunk was more to your liking, so you moved your stuff over.  

The first night together started a little awkwardly, but you felt so safe when he put his arm around your waist and asked, “Is this okay?”  You assured him it was.  Wolffe was normally so sure of himself and confident in combat, but with you he was only confident when he was sure you were on the same page.  He wanted to get it right.

“Can I kiss your cheek,” he asked.  You nodded.  

“Do you like kisses, Wolffe?”

“Yes.”

You kissed his cheek in return and rested against him.  It felt so right.  You fell asleep together and got some of the best rest of your life.  Wolffe’s presence felt like a weighted blanket - not controlling or restricting, but calming.

A few mornings later he woke up before you and as soon as he realized his morning wood was against your leg, he pulled away.  You woke up from the sudden movement and asked what was wrong.

“I’m sorry,” he said.  “I didn’t want you to think I…”  He looked down and wasn’t sure what to do.

“It’s okay,” you said.  You rubbed your eyes and laid back down, unsure of what else to say.

“I never want to pressure you,” he said.  “I didn’t want you to think I was.”

“You haven’t.”  You smiled, picked up his hand, and kissed the back of it.  You got up to use the refresher and you both went about your day.  Later in the evening, you found some time together.  Wolffe sat next to you and held your hand. It was becoming one of your favorite things.  Gregor joked that you were attached at the hands instead of at the hips before he got up and walked toward the cockpit for his watch.  You loved that.  Wolffe’s hands were somehow hard and soft at the same time, like him. It felt grounding.

Once you were alone, you brought up his earlier reaction to his body functioning normally and promised him you didn’t mind.  You knew he couldn’t control what his body did while he slept.  At the same time, it felt like you should bring up the topic of intimacy.  You asked if he was really okay with being with you and not having sex.

He scoffed and replied, “My hand and a couple toys have always been enough for me.”

You laughed a little at his honesty, but loved it.  He leaned toward you and rested his forehead against yours.  “We’re close in other ways.”  

“Yes, we are,” you replied with a warm smile.

After a few minutes, Wolffe tentatively asked something that had been on his mind.

“You said before that having a relationship like this has never been enough,” he said slowly.  “What happened? You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to. I’m just curious.”

You bit your lip and moved to lean on his shoulder, still holding his hand.  He gave it a little squeeze.  

“I was with couple other people at different times.  Tried the relationship thing. Someone would get to know me, wanted to date, romance, sex, the whole usual thing people normally do.  When I told them I’m not interested in that kind of love and didn’t feel like having sex with them, they would say they understood and it was fine, but eventually it wasn’t enough.  Especially the last person.  He really pressured me.  At that point, I cared about him and yeah, loved him in my own way, and I had sex with him to make him happy.  It didn’t feel right, though, and the relationship didn’t last.”

Wolffe’s breathing got heavier and you glanced up to see anger on his face.  You pulled away, unsure, and his expression immediately softened to one of care and protection.

“I’m not mad at you,” he said, seeing your uncertainty.  “Far from it.  I’m sorry you felt like you had to do that.  It’s not right.”  He put an arm around you and pulled you close, placing a chaste kiss on the top of your head.  You let out breath you didn’t know you were holding in.

“I want to make you happy,” you said.

“You do,” he answered with a broad smile and another kiss to your head.  “You make me so kriffing happy.  You’re enough as you are.”

You only became more inseparable as the years went on.  You came to depend on each other. If anyone asked he would say “we’re together” or “that’s my partner.”  You said the same of him.  He always made you feel special just as you were.  Each night you got into bed together and talked about your day.  You helped each other unwind simply by offering each other comfortable familiarity.  Some night you’d read a holonovel together and discovered you both liked science fiction.

You saw each other through some challenging times, too.  When you were in the Outer Rim and Wolffe’s cybernetic eye stopped working at the end of a mission, he was terrified he lost his sight for good.  You held his hand and ran him back to the ship, reminding him that his other eye was working and he would be okay.  As Gregor and Rex took off, looking for the nearest doctor who could help, you sat with him.  It was clear he was having flashbacks to the war and when he first lost his eye.

“I’m here,” you reminded him.  “I promise it will be okay.  You’re on our ship, Wolffe.  Rex and Gregor are here and we’re going to get you help.”

He looked like a terrified cadet, crying as you held him.  You walked him back to your shared bunk once you were in hyperspace, hoping the familiar sights, smells, and textures would help.

“Please don’t leave,” he asked through tears. 

“I never will.”

Everything turned out okay.  He needed an adjustment to his cybernetic, but was assured it should still last the rest of his lifetime and then some.  That night, you held him, letting him rest his face in the crook of your neck, while you rubbed his back.

“I’m sorry you had to see that,” he said.  “I don’t know why I broke down when I could see out of my good eye just fine.”

“It’s okay,” you replied.  “You have nothing to be sorry for. You’ve gone through a lot.  I love you just as you are.”

“And I love you too,” he said, “just as you are too.”

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[clone-anon]

Wolffe x M!Reader

I received a request in a message for m!reader asking Wolffe out on a date and being kind of awkward about it. Let’s see what Wolffe thinks about that.

Wolffe was back on Coruscant.  He let out a tired breath as he walked toward the barracks.  He needed some new boots, his current pair well worn, and decided he may as well stop by the armory on his way to his quarters.  His exhaused scowl was replaced with a hint of a smile when he saw you.  You missed his entrance and the change in his expression, focused on your work making adjustments to a particular helmet modification for Commander Blackout.

He silently walked to the vast collection of boots, all the same size and ready to be painted should their new owner desire.  You looked up when you saw him out of the corner of your eye.  You smiled at him, blushing, and mouthed “hi.”  Wolffe chuckled under his breath, grabbed the nearest pair of boots, and walked over to you.  Your heart pounded in your chest and all you could do was watch him approach.

“Hello,” he said with a bit of a grin.

“Good to see you back,” you replied. “It’s, uh, been awhile.”

“Yeah.  Got some leave the next few days.”

This was your chance.  You’d spent time talking to him whenever he came in for something.  You watched him and some of his men paint their armor for the first time and had gotten to know several of them. You remembered the first time he showed up with his scar and new eye and how you were relived that it wasn’t worse.  You liked his sometimes gruff and straightforward manner.  You had to admit to yourself that you had a soft spot for him.  More than that.

You suddenly realized you’d gotten lost in your thoughts and broke the silence with, “Do you have plans? Would you like to have plans? I mean-”

“No,” he replied with a little chuckle. “I don’t have plans yet.”

Your voice shook a little but you were determined.  “Would you, maybe like to get dinner?  I don’t even know if you would be into someone like me but maybe ....like... a... date?”

You thought the entire galaxy had frozen as you waited for a response.  It was, in fact, merely seconds before smile spread across his face and he replied, “Am I into wonderful men who I make a point to see every time I’m here? Yes, I am.”

You felt heat rise in your face and couldn’t contain the nervous excitement bubbling in your chest.  Yet all you could say was a barely audible, “Really?”

“Yes,” he replied. “Really. What about tomorrow?”

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ok I'm feeling evil mon amie, but 😅 🥺 ✨ and 😬 :)))

😅 What's a story or scene you've created that you're a smidge embarrassed exists?

I really have tried to be proud of all my writing to some degree. I'm not getting paid for this. So, all the stuff I've written has been for my own amusement. That all being said, my first attempt at smut for a Maul x Reader fic is pretty cringe. (link to some bad smut if you're curious)

🥺 Is there a certain type of moment or common interaction between your characters that never fails to put you in your feels?

I can think of a few actually. But if we're talking recent writing, honestly any time Astarion and Evie (Ace!Tav), take a second to slow down and really revel in intimacy together.

For one, the tender moments are always my favorite to write. I like taking the time to just linger on a touch or a kiss and let the character feel it in their bones. Astarion and Evie are two people who are, for the first time, allowing themselves to embrace those moments without fear of the other expecting more. It's just really important to me to highlight the different ways people can be intimate with one another. It also just makes me soft.

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✨ Give you and your writing a compliment. Go on now. You know you deserve it. 😉

I think the two things I've got going for me is dialogue and characterization. I know how to make conversations flow pretty naturally, and I've got a solid grasp on character point of view in terms of their motivations and mannerisms. At least, that's the stuff I get complimented on the most.

😬 Which of your fics would you be most horrified for friends, family, or coworkers to stumble upon?

This entire blog. However, for two very different reasons I'll say all of my M*A*S*H stuff and that one smut fic I'm actually kind of proud of featuring Commander Wolffe and Jedi!Reader.

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[dystopicjumpsuit]

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 :))

Just a Little Bit More

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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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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Midnight Masquerade - Wolffe

Chapter Summary: The bottle chooses Wolffe, and you get more than you bargained for. Not that you're complaining.

Chapter Warnings: wraith!Wolffe x gn!reader; kinks: exhibitionism + humiliation; reader is called some derogatory names (mostly 'whore'), please do heed the 'humiliation' warning, slight praise kink, Dom/sub dynamics, consent implied but not explicitly discussed beyond establishing safewords, begging, orgasm denial, temperature play sort of, masturbation (m & gn), reader is called derogatory names (mostly 'whore') but is not outright insulted, light slapping (once and it's not hard), ghost? sex?, gaping (if you squint), unprotected penetrative sex (can be read PiV or PiA), aftercare with some soft!Wolffe

Word Count: 3.0k

A/N: idk where this was going to go when I planned it in September, but here we are. enjoy, you heathens (affectionate).

...Wolffe. 

As the rest of the table cheers, Cody and Fox banging on the table and making glasses rattle, you draw a steadying breath. Turning to the commander in question to your left, you fight to suppress a shudder at the sight of him. 

Atop his head rests a black iron crown, glistening in the strobing lights. His face—his entire body—has discorporated into roiling gray vapors; his facial features, shoulders and chest seem nearly solid, but the rest of him is partially translucent, ephemeral. When he meets your gaze, his eyes are pinpricks of light, one milky white, the other near-black obsidian. A shiver breaks through your self-composure. Wolffe’s eyes drift to peruse your seated form, one gaseous eyebrow lifting to convey interest.

Whatever he sees, it seems to amuse him, as his lips quirk up in a knowing smirk. Leaning into your personal space, he tilts his head so his lips rest next to your ear. You shiver again, but this time it’s from the immediate way the temperature drops when he crowds against you. His new form is frigid; you realize that the vapors drifting off of him aren’t just part of the aesthetic. He’s practically sublimating.

“Don’t think I forgot your little stunt with the olive, cyar’ika,” he husks into your ear. His voice has an echoic quality, like it’s coming from the end of a long metallic tunnel. “It was quite the show you put on. Because it was a show, wasn’t it. You like being watched.” 

Despite his coldness, your body flushes with intense heat at his words. You draw back enough to meet his eyes, those cold flints of steel, and bite your lip almost without conscious thought. A single nod dips your head. 

Wolffe withdraws with a knowing smirk, then rises to—well, not his feet exactly, but rises to his full height. You trip over the legs of your chair in your haste to follow suit. Wolffe reaches out to steady you; his hands, to your surprise, are solid enough to catch you, though you feel like you’ve been doused in ice.

“Thanks,” you mumble. 

He merely grunts in acknowledgement, then gestures for you to lead the way. You acquiesce, winding through the packed dance floor, muttering sorrys and excuse mes that get lost amidst the chest-rattling bass of the music. Anticipation, anxiety, and arousal all bubble in your body, aware of Wolffe’s burning gaze on your back as you walk. Anticipation because you’re curious: is he going to be able to touch you? Really touch you? Anxiety because it’s Wolffe, for kriff’s sake; he’s one of the most intense, focused men you’ve ever met. And arousal because, well, it’s Wolffe. Even before tonight, he could set your blood alight with just a hardened glance.

After what feels like an eternity struggling to get through the crowd, you emerge, breathless, on the other side. Stepping through the door that leads to the rest of the building, you glance over your shoulder to make sure Wolffe is still there. 

And damn near trip over your own feet as shock jolts through you.

Wolffe is, indeed, still behind you—and behind him float three more figures. The Wolfpack. Comet, Sinker, and Boost, all in similar states of incorporeality, but only Wolffe bears a crown on his head. The Wraith King, your brain whispers. For some reason, that idea only intensifies the arousal pulsing through you. 

Your knees threaten to give out. “W-Wolffe?” 

“Problem?” he says with a dangerous smirk. 

“I- I—” You swallow around the sudden dryness in your throat. Gaze darting between the other three men, you shake your head. “No.” 

“Good,” he says. “Open the next door on the left.” 

Doing as you’re told, you reach for the doorknob, a plain thing made of brass, and twist. The door swings open silently. Inside, your eyebrows raise in surprise at the plain, cozy bedchamber furnishings. It doesn’t escape your notice that there are multiple places to sit in this room. Electricity buzzes beneath your skin as you hold the door open for the Wolfpack, only allowing it to swing shut once the last of them has crossed the threshold. 

Comet, Sinker, and Boost drift toward the bed, leaving you to have a semi-private moment with Wolffe. Every inch the commander, even in this form, Wolffe dominates the space, his cumulous figure drawing your attention as he hovers before you. He reaches one hand up to cup your face. Goosebumps prickle across your skin as you again feel like you’ve been plunged into ice. But the sensation of his smoky form against your skin is nevertheless soothing. Intoxicating. Alluring. Kriff, what have you gotten yourself into? 

Wolffe ducks his head to catch your gaze. “Safeword, cyar'ika?” 

“Meiloorun,” you supply without hesitation. “Yours?” 

He chuckles. “Ours will be ‘Republic’.” 

You nod in understanding. Ignoring the spectral forms of the other three in your peripheral, you reach with tentative hands towards Wolffe. One of your hands connects with something semi-solid where his shoulder is, and you smooth your thumb over the muscled swell of the joint. Your other hand cradles his face, the most solid part of him. He leans into your touch for just a moment, eyes sliding shut. His lips press into your palm where he turns his head. You shudder in delight. 

“Surprised you’re willing to share,” you say. 

A short laugh rises from one of the others. Comet, you think, shakes his head. “We aren’t here to share.” 

“Oh.” A frown creases your forehead. Wolffe’s mismatched eyes are faintly amused when you glance back at him. “Then why—” 

“They’re here to watch,” Wolffe says, voice low and rumbly. “Since that is what you like, isn’t it, you filthy little thing?” 

Wolffe’s words pulse heat directly to your core. Breath hitching, you blink at him. “Y-Yes.” 

“Yes, what?” 

“Yes—” You swallow thickly, body nearly singing with anticipation. “—Commander.”

With a rakish smile, he yanks you towards him and crashes his freezing lips against yours. You groan against his mouth, hands flying to find purchase, to stabilize yourself. One hand bracing against his chest, the fingers of your other hand curl around one of the points of his iron crown. The metal is colder than cold—but you don’t pull away, don’t dare move an inch. Wolffe’s arms, half-corporeal, encircle you in a tight embrace. 

You’re surrounded by cold, yet all you feel is the blazing inferno of desire raging within you. Core throbbing with need, it’s all you can do to stand there and let Wolffe kiss you. His lips are insistent against yours, demanding and needy at the same time. When he pulls away, you gasp for breath, head spinning. 

“Get on the bed,” he orders. 

Walking on wobbly knees, you manage to make it to the soft, plush surface of the bed in one piece. Four sets of eyes burrow into your back as you move. You wonder if you shouldn’t feel more embarrassed by the three additional clones watching you fall to pieces for their commander. But when you turn, Comet, Sinker, and Boost each have intense expressions on their faces, their eyes burning with a dark fire. They’ve apparently shed whatever clothing they’d had, because you can see the faint, shifting outlines of their toned bodies and, at the apex of their thighs, the shadowy lengths of their cocks. 

A moan drags from deep in your chest. 

“Hear that, boys?” Wolffe says, stepping close to you once again. “I think our little whore likes having an audience.” 

A chorus of chuckles echoes in the room. Your attention, so focused on the way that Boost grips the base of his cock, is brought rudely back to Wolffe. His hand clamps around your jaw, forcibly turning your face to look at him.

“Eyes on me, cyar’ika,” he commands, voice stern and gruff. “They’re here to watch you, not the other way around.” 

“Yes, Commander,” you whimper. His grip on your face, squishing your cheeks, muffles your words a little. Judging by the way his lips twitch into a sultry smirk, he likes it. So you continue, “Sorry, Commander.” 

“Such a polite little whore,” he purrs. 

Kissing your puffed lips once, he releases you with a small, harmless shove. You plop heavily onto the bed, bouncing on the mattress. Wolffe hooks his hands into the waistband of your pants and tugs them down around your legs. The fabric pools at your ankles, trapped by your shoes, but he doesn’t seem to care as he taps the underside of your thigh so you shift higher on the bed. 

Knees falling open, you rearrange yourself to lay half-supported by the nest of pillows on the bed. Your chest heaves, though Wolffe has barely touched you. In the corner of your vision, you’re aware of the rest of the Wolfpack taking a step closer, each of them lazily stroking their hard lengths. 

But you keep your eyes on Wolffe, as instructed. He quickly sheds whatever ghostly clothing he’d had on, yet remains standing at the edge of the bed, just out of reach. Even as a wraith, his body sets your mouth watering. Toned abs, a prominent Adonis belt, and flexing, powerful thighs, you wish you could have it all under your tongue. And maybe you will, when this is all said and done. 

For right now, though, you draw deep breaths to keep yourself grounded. Your eyes lock on where Wolffe’s large, scarred hand cups his balls, a moan chafing from your throat. 

“Wolffe,” you gasp. 

“Touch yourself,” he orders. “Show us how filthy you really are. How fucking dirty your mind is.”

Whimpering pathetically, you trail your fingertips over your exposed skin toward the juncture of your thighs. Your core, aching and ignored, throbs in anticipation of receiving stimulation. A gasp tears from you as your fingers dance over the heated skin of your core. You set a lazy pace, easing into the pleasure the same way you’d lower into a hot bath, inch by inch, bit by bit. Sweat already begins to dew along your body. 

“Fuck, look at that,” Boost mutters from somewhere near your feet. 

“So kriffin’ hot,” Sinker agrees. His voice sounds strained—blissed out. “Such a good little pet, following directions so well for the Commander.” 

You whine through your teeth, the praise shooting straight to your core. Brow furrowed in concentration, you force yourself to keep your eyes on Wolffe. He smirks like he knows how much you’re struggling, how desperately you want to look at the others and watch them come apart at the sight of you. Kriff, Wolffe had read you for filth with such ease, and here you are, whimpering and whining and writhing before him when all he’s done is kiss you. 

“Wolffe,” you plead again. 

He ignores what you’re silently asking for. Instead, he cocks one eyebrow. “Faster.”

Your body obeys before your mind fully registers what he demanded of you. Hand playing against your skin faster, you tense, pleasure surging within you. Your toes curl in your shoes as your back arches off the bed, hips jerking up against your hand to meet your ministrations at the source. Moaning loudly, you screw your eyes shut to stave off the impending orgasm that builds in your lower belly. 

A light, freezing slap to your face has your eyes snapping open. 

“Eyes. On. Me,” Wolffe grits out. “I won’t say it again.” 

“Yes, Command-errrrr.” You whine as you continue working your body up to the cliff’s edge. Pleasure presses against you from the inside, building steadily in temperature and volume until it pushes against your brain in the most shattering way. You’re hanging on by a thread, body ready to hurtle over the edge—but Wolffe hasn’t given the go-ahead yet. 

“Please!” you keen. “Please, can I cum? Please, please, please!” 

“What d’you think, boys?” Wolffe says. “Think that’s allowed yet?” 

Three matching voices answer: “Not yet.” 

“Not yet,” Wolffe repeats, voice thick with the smirk on his face. When you whine, frustrated tears blurring your vision, Wolffe tuts. “Oh, poor thing. Don’t be silly now, cyar’ika. The only place you’re cumming tonight is on my cock.” 

His words nearly shove you over the edge. You rip your hand away from your center, chest heaving with gasping, ragged breaths. Forcing your body to relax, you grit your teeth against the near-blinding pleasure that threatens to shove you into orgasm. After a few long moments, your heart begins to beat slower, your legs cease their quivering, and you sigh, slumping against the bed. 

“Sit up,” Wolffe orders. 

With shaking limbs, you manage to push yourself into a sitting position, legs still awkwardly stuck in your pants and splayed at odd angles. Wolffe settles into the bed behind you, but the only way you can tell is the cold, biting air that brushes over your heated skin as he moves. The bed doesn’t dip under his weight like you would normally expect. 

“Here,” he says, gripping your hips with frigid fingers. You hiss at the contact, his spectral form an unwanted balm to the blazing fire of desire coursing through you. But he ignores the sound you make and instead helps hoist you up and back, into his lap. Bracing yourself on the bed—your hands go right through his thighs—you hesitate before reaching down. 

“Are you—” Your voice cracks. “Do you want me to— Can I—?” 

Wolffe chuckle rumbles against your back pleasantly. “Aw, poor baby, can’t even talk right. Take your time, cyar’ika.” 

Embarrassment flushes through you, the stinging heat of self-consciousness clashing with the cozy warmth of arousal and mixing with it until your chest feels tight with need. Licking your lips, you take a deep breath and try again. 

“Can I ride you?” you finally say, enunciating every syllable. 

Instead of answering, Wolffe releases one of your hips and reaches between your bodies to line his thick length up with your entrance. Dimly, you wonder how this is going to work. But then he’s pushing into you, and your mind is wiped. 

It’s unlike anything you’ve ever felt before. He doesn’t prep you at all—doesn’t need to, because his cock is only sort of there. Even so, you’re being stretched open by something, something simultaneously glacial and volcanic, but when you look down there’s just barely the outline of his cock pressing into you. Your mind swirls with dizzying lust.

When Wolffe returns both hands to your hips, his fingers dig into your skin, likely to leave bruises. But you don’t care. Eyes screwed shut from pleasure, you roll your hips experimentally. Five separate moans bounce around the chamber; you can only imagine the view that the Wolfpack has right now as you seemingly fuck yourself on nothing. Wolffe grunts behind you, his hips rocking up to meet your movements halfway. 

“F-Fuck, Commander,” you moan. 

“Such a good fucktoy,” Wolffe grits out. “Take my cock so well.”

Your core clenches at the way he simultaneously praises and demeans you. In response, he punches his hips up, stealing your breath as the phantom tip of his cock presses right against the spot deep inside you that has you seeing stars. 

“Need you to cum, cyar’ika,” he mutters. He sounds absolutely wrecked, voice hard but cracking, starting to show just how much this is affecting him. 

You reach down to play with yourself once again, sighing as your fingers find purchase at your heated core. With rough, jerky movements, you bring yourself right back to the edge of shattered bliss as Wolffe continues to fuck into you. Pleasure pulses through you, hot and slick and desperate, and you barely have enough time to moan, “I’m cumming!” before your core clenches impossibly tight around his length. Every nerve in your body screams with ecstasy, your orgasm ripping through you so violently that you’re only held up by Wolffe’s strong embrace. 

“Oh fuck,” one of the others groans. Your eyes flutter open in time to watch as Sinker’s face contorts in pleasure and a white, gossamer substance spurts out of his cock, shining like ectoplasm. In the next instant, his body resolidifies into his human form, and he stumbles back into a chair, chest heaving. 

Wolffe snaps his hips up against yours once more and goes absolutely still, his grip on your hips painful, as his phantom dick swells and pulsates inside you. A choked moan claws out of your chest as you feel the cold ectoplasm convert mid-way into hot ropes of cum. Wolffe’s body reverts, coalescing into something solid, warm, and human. You slump back against his sweaty body, his cock still buried in you, filling you to the brim. 

Dimly, you’re aware of Comet and Boost both cumming with strangled shouts before they, too, return to normal. Your entire attention is devoted to Wolffe, whose breath heaves below you. His hands wrap around your middle to squeeze you to him. Lolling your head back, you press your nose against the crook of his neck and inhale his warm scent, pine and blaster residue. 

“You okay?” you murmur. 

His embrace tightens minutely. “Yeah. Yeah, just need a minute.” 

“Take your time,” you reassure, mouthing gently at his skin. “You did so good.” 

He snorts. “Pretty sure I’m supposed to say that to you.” 

You hum noncommittally. “Scenes can be rough on all parties.” Raising your head, you glance at the other three where they sprawl over various plush chairs, their own bodies slick with sweat. “Boys? You good?” 

Boost merely raises a thumb in your direction, his eyes closed. Comet calls, “All good,” while Sinker lets out a breathless laugh in response. 

Dropping your head back, you nestle into Wolffe’s warmth. “Commander?” 

“You don’t have to call me that now,” he says, thumbs stroking over your skin. “Just Wolffe is okay.” 

“Wolffe,” you say with a smile. “This was perfect.” 

He hums, tucking his chin down to press a chaste kiss to your shoulder. “I’m glad. Now, be quiet and let me hold you.” 

With a small chuckle, you readjust yourself so your spine isn’t bent at an awkward angle, then burrow down within his embrace. “Sir, yes, sir.”

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[wizardofrozz]

Dancing with Wolves

Commander Wolffe x Fem!reader x OC Sawbones

Word Count: ~1.5k

Warnings: NSFW, +18, this is just straight filth, no clonecest, spitroast, oral (m receiving), slight anal, threesome, creampie, dirty talk. Let me know if I missed any warnings!

A/N: I'm not even sorry about this lmao. You can also find more about Sawbones here ( xx xx xx xx) if you're interested 🖤

Intense didn’t feel like a strong enough word to describe the situation you had found yourself in. You were on all fours in the middle of your bed, completely bare but definitely not alone. If you glanced over your shoulder, you knew you’d find Sawbones’ eyes practically devouring you and if you looked up, you’d meet the mismatched gaze of the commander kneeling in front of you.

“Ready?” Wolffe murmured, brushing a thumb over your bottom lip. 

“You have no idea,” you huffed lightheartedly. Saw’s snort was almost drowned out when Wolffe laughed and you shifted back toward the medic behind you. If you wiggled your hips a bit in the process, well that was your business. 

You caught Wolffe’s faint nod, the only warning you got before an arm slid under your hips, yanking you backward until Saw’s cock was pressed between your cheeks. A soft gasp involuntarily left your lips, earning a husky chuckle from over your shoulder. 

“Maybe I should’ve taken your ass instead,” Saw mused, his lips brushing your ear. The combination of his suggestion paired with the low rumble of his voice that you hadn’t heard much of made you shiver. “Maybe next time.”

You nodded almost frantically, rocking back against him, desperate for...something. The way his hips jerked slightly told you he wasn’t holding it together quite as well as he was trying to make it seem. Saw immediately straightened after his lapse, one large hand gripping your hips as he lined himself up. You opened your mouth to beg, to plead with him to just fuck you already, when he started to press forward, leaving your mouth hanging open. 

For someone so harsh and frankly impatient, he was surprisingly slow as he sank into you; if it was for your benefit or his, you weren’t sure. Saw groaned through clenched teeth when his hips met your ass and it felt like you might combust. Even him just sitting perfectly still inside you had you seeing stars, a soft whimper falling from your lips. It took all your strength to keep your upper body off the bed, and after a few seconds, you finally looked up at the man looming over you.

Wolffe’s eyes were lidded, his hand lazily stroking his flushed cock and the sight alone made your mouth water. His eyes flickered over your head briefly before he shuffled closer, a smug little grin pulling at the corner of his lips when you immediately opened your mouth. You kept your eyes on his face, breathing through your nose when Wolffe slowly slid into your mouth. There was a wet sound from behind you that didn’t quite make sense seeing that Saw hadn't moved. 

Your surprised moan was muffled by Wolffe’s cock when a wet finger pressed down on your asshole. The sensation left you reeling as Saw carefully slid his finger in down to the first knuckle. Both men groaned when you whined, inevitably clenching around Saw. He barely gave you a second to comprehend the situation before he was moving again and he didn’t stop until you had taken his entire finger, the rest of his hand coming to rest on your ass. 

“Fuck,” Saw grunted, his cock throbbing inside you. “I - I need to move.” 

“Hey,” Wolffe said through labored breaths as he lightly tapped your cheek. “Hit my leg if it’s too much, okay?” It took a few seconds for your melted brain to make sense of his command but you eventually tapped his leg to show you understood. “Good girl.” 

You had thought this would be a great idea when you met up with the boys at 79s, and while it definitely was, you were absolutely not prepared. Saw moved first, fucking you at a steady pace that was nothing to call home about...until Wolffe started to move too. Once Wolffe found a rhythm, his hands moving to hold the sides of your head as he fucked your mouth, Saw changed his approach. 

You let out a muffled cry when Saw’s thrusts turned harsh but what really had your head spinning was that he timed it so he and Wolffe were out of sync, making it so you were never empty. Every hard snap of his hips hit that spot inside you with mind-shattering precision and paired with Wolffe’s velvety skin on your tongue, you felt too close to the edge already.

You cried out again when Saw started to move the finger in your ass in time with his thrusts. It felt like sensory overload and you forced your eyes open, although the sight before you didn’t help much. Wolffe had his head thrown back, mouth hanging open as his broad chest heaved, a thin sheen of sweat making his skin glisten. It made you wish you could see Saw too. 

“Stars, you feel so good,” Wolffe panted, prompting another moan to get muffled by his cock. 

“Mm, you like to hear how good you are, dontcha sweetheart,” Saw noted with a smug lilt to his voice. You were acting on autopilot at this point, your body simply reacting to stimulation. Which is why you suddenly came with a garbled cry, clenching hard enough to make Saw’s thrusts falter. “Fuck, you really like that.” 

“I guess we should keep reminding her then, huh?” Wolffe laughed a little breathlessly, tilting his head down to look at your teary eyes. He lightly brushed a thumb against your temple, his hips slowly slightly as Saw fucked you through waves of pleasure. “I’m gonna fill this pretty mouth of yours while Saw fills your pretty pussy and you’re gonna take it like the good girl you are, aren’t you?" 

Realistically, there was no way for you to answer while he actively fucked your mouth but the jerky, desperate nod you managed seemed to be enough of an answer. Wolffe smirked before his hips started to move a tiny fit faster, chasing his release, prompting Saw to do the same. One of Wolffe’s hands moved from your head, slipping down to lightly cup your throat, another groan falling from his lips as he felt himself moving. 

Your head was fuzzy, the constant subtle waves of pleasure still lingering from your first orgasm making you feel airy. Everything sharpened suddenly when Saw reached down with his free hand to draw messy circles around your clit, and seemingly out of nowhere, you were teetering on the edge again, the familiar feeling building as both Saw and Wolffe started to lose their rhythm. With one final hard thrust Saw came deep inside you with a moan just as your nose brushed against the patch of hair at the base of Wolffe’s cock as he came down your throat with a muffled groan. 

However, Saw didn’t stop circling your clit as he rode out his orgasm, hips twitching against your ass. It was so sudden you were sure that your vision whited out for a moment, your broken scream trapped in your throat as you soaked Saw and the sheets. You were dazed, only vaguely aware of Saw carefully removing his finger from your ass as his soft cock slid out of your pussy and your blurry eyes flickered up Wolffe when he pulled away. The cloth against your face made your lashes flutter but you couldn’t find the willpower to care that you probably looked like an absolute mess. 

You whimpered when Wolffe gently grabbed you under the arms, lifting and maneuvering you until you were leaning back against something warm and solid. You could only watch as Wolffe climbed off the bed, staggering a bit as he made his way to the fresher connected to your bedroom. Warm, slightly tacky arms wrapped around your waist and the pieces clicked into place; you leaned into Saw, a dopey grin on your face when a laugh rumbled against your back. 

“You did great, sweetheart,” Saw murmured as he kissed your hair, and if it were any other situation you might’ve been floored at how affectionate he was being. But in that moment you appreciated it, melting into his arms. You managed a small smile when Wolffe returned wearing a pair of boxers and holding a washcloth you recognized as one of the ones from your linen closet. 

“You were so good, pretty girl,” Wolffe praised as he cleaned you up. He leaned in to press a quick kiss to your lips before continuing to run the warm cloth over your skin. As you drifted off, you found yourself hoping this wasn’t the only time you found yourself in this situation.

You were really hoping to get the chance to cum around Wolffe’s cock and have more than just Saw’s finger in your ass. 

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[dukeoftheblackstar]

Apart from my sideblog where I reblog some to-reads from last year, this is on my list. Beep if I missed something!

But before that, I'm gonna reread the Tiniest Council because it literally is my most favorite ;---;

Skin and Scales - some Bossk love, hnng ;//////; *smooches*

Skin to Skin & Fate's Right Hand (3) - Cad Bane

An Honest Day's Work - Construction Boba eyyyy e////e

Life Day - @kimiheartblade (reserving)

Fireplace - Ayane Arinori

[M] Poets and Painters - Commander Wolffe x Reader {Early Morning} {Midday} {Late Afternoon} {Evening} {Deep Night} {Golden Dawn WIP}

Also, I'm gonna cry at how cute my A03 theme is; MFKN DUCKS.

#♝ #dukeoftheblackstar #mmhmhm #i should really have a tag for myself so #i mean #iamnotanegg

[clone-anon-after-dark]

I’m Sorry (Wolffe x M!Reader)

Word Count: 2071

Warnings: NSFW, minors DNI, handjobs, unprotected PiA

A/N: prepare for slightly jealous, but soft Wolffe.  Includes aftercare.  There is discussion of a rejection before we get to the smut, but if you’re sensitive to rejection just know that it doesn’t linger and everything works out in the end

Note that there are two versions of this fic.  The f!reader version can be found here.

You finally started dating.  Again? Was it really ‘again’ when Wolffe had insisted you were never really dating in the first place?  You had a good thing going.  You thought.  You’d developed a close friendship that became friends with benefits.  Wolffe made you feel everything you ever wanted to feel with someone.  He drove you wild and you fell in love.  You wanted more and when you told him how you felt, he immediately shut it down.  You thought your feelings were reciprocated, but he insisted they were not. “I value your friendship and I enjoy the fucking and that’s it,” he’d said firmly.  You tried to smile and said you understood, but you walked home with tears rolling down your face and sobbed into your pillow that night and many after.  You still spent time with Wolffe as a friend, but only in the company of others and the physical aspect was totally gone.  He didn’t even offer you hugs anymore and you certainly didn’t want to make him uncomfortable by asking.  Even when all you wanted was a hug and reassurance that everything was going to be okay.

Several months passed and you finally felt like you were more or less back on your feet. You knew you still had feelings for Wolffe, but since that wasn’t going anywhere, you decided to meet other people.  You met Sinker the same way you met Wolffe - through your work contracting with the GAR.  He had a good sense of humor and you liked him.  When he asked you out to dinner, you decided why not? You wanted to have fun and be appreciated for who you were.

He took you to one of your favorite restaurants.  You thought he might take you to 79’s like a lot of clones did, but were happy to have a change of pace.  He was funny and thoughtful. You had a great time and promised you would comm him the next day.  He walked you to your door and gave you a hug and kiss on the cheek.

Unbeknownst to you, Wolffe was watching from across the way.  He finally came to terms with how he felt about you.  Of course he was in love with you, but there was a war going on and what if he died?  He didn’t want to risk hurting you, but in his foolishness he managed to hurt you anyway.  The distance he created between the two of you left a massive void in his heart.  He was more short-tempered and tired than he ever was and he knew it was because he missed you.  Wolffe decided to walk over to your place to apologize and tell you how he really felt.  He didn’t realize you were on a date and stopped to hide around a corner before you noticed him.  He felt his heart race in jealousy when Sinker held you and kissed you.  It wasn’t even a passionate kiss, but he wanted that to be him.  He wanted to be the one to kiss you, walk you through your front door and all the way to the bedroom, strip you naked, and worship your body.  He breathed a sigh of relief when Sinker walked away and left it at that.  

You closed the door and called it a night.  You unbuttoned the nice shirt you had on and smiled to yourself.  You enjoyed your evening, but weren’t sure what else to say about it.  Your heart felt tender, like it had been through too much at once and you didn’t know exactly how to process the idea of being with someone else just yet.  Before you could spare another thought, there was a knock on the door. You knew that knock and opened the door.

“Wolffe?”  You looked at him, emotion welling up in your chest, ready to bubble out.  You were cautious, though.  “Do you need something?”

He took a step inside and reached for your hands. “You,” he said. “I need you.”

You stood tentatively, ready to pull away.  “But you said-”

“I messed up,” he replied quickly.  “I love you.  I’ve loved you since I met you, even though I didn’t know it.  You’re my best friend and I’ve fallen in love with you.”

You wanted to scoff.  Your mouth twitched into a wince of agony while at the same time wanting nothing more than to kiss him and tell him of course nothing had changed.  You looked him up and down, trying not to cry.  You swallowed and replied, “But you said-”

“What I said was stupid.  I was stupid.  I’m sorry and I love you.”

He watched you, a glimmer of hope in his eyes, but pain radiating all over him from the uncertainty.  His eyes started to dart as he tried to think of what else to say.  He looked back at you and after a deep breath asked,  “Can you ever forgive me?”

You walked to him and wrapped him in your arms.  You cupped his cheek and kissed his lips softly, as if you were afraid this wasn’t real, and replied, “I already have.”

Wolffe wasted no time returning the kiss. His tongue moved deliberately, tasting you and dancing between your lips in the most familiar way.  He pulled away, eyes searching yours as he confessed, “I want you.  All of you. In every way.  There’s nothing and no one I want more.”

“Then have me,” you said, taking his hand and walking to the bedroom.

Everything slowed down.  Wolffe had never taken his time like this before.  He wasn’t always in a rush, but tonight he wanted to prove the depth of his feelings.  It already felt like you were both experiencing emotional whiplash and he wanted to make sure this wouldn’t prove to be too much too fast.  He wasn’t just going to fuck you.  He was going to make love to you.

He helped you out of your nice shirt and trousers.  He smiled at you when your belt made a little snap as it came off the last loop and he kissed you as your clothes hit the floor.  You helped him out of his clothes in return, slowly kissing a pattern along his collar bones and smiling as he let out a little moan.  His calloused hands ran gently across your shoulders and down your back, reaching around to grab your ass as he started kissing your neck.  You laid down in bed together, facing each other, and he stopped as he was about to reach for your cock.

“May I,” he asked.  Wolffe had never asked quite like that before.  Sure, you knew each other’s limits, but he hadn’t asked for explicit permission since the beginning.  He didn’t want to take anything for granted anymore.  

“Yes,” you replied, kissing his neck.  You gasped as his hand encircled your cock and started pumping.  You reached around him, leaning against his chest, and fished some lube out of a drawer next to the bed.  You slathered both yourselves in plenty of slick and proceeded to stroke each other.  Wolffe continued kissing you as he continued to slowly draw pleasure from your body.

“I missed you,” he said quietly.  “Every day.”

You reassured him between peppered kisses on his face.  No one but you knew how much he loved little kisses.  How much those little bits of love made him smile and made his heart beat faster.  You saved them for times where it was just the two of you.  

Wolffe took his time loving you, tracing a pattern around your balls and thighs while sucking gently on your neck.  You leaned your head back, giving him more access and inhaling deeply.  Wolffe smelled like campfire and lust and earth and beauty.  He tasted like day old caf and his hands felt like protective tenderness.  His essence was grounding and sent you into orbit at the same time.

You felt your body react a little too fast and you put a hand on his chest to ask him to pause.  He did, still lying chest to chest and looking into your eyes, unable to stop his expression of wonder.  You placed a firm kiss on his lips.

“I want you, Wolffe.”  You started rolling over, knowing his favorite positions.

“Wait,” he said, stopping you.  “Not like that.  I want to see you the whole time.”

You smiled as heat spread throughout your body.  You laid on your back and Wolffe positioned himself above you, grinning when you wrapped your legs around his waist.  He teased your hole with the tip of his cock.  He entered you slowly, taking his time with shallow thrusts gradually deepening.  You moaned his name, hands grabbing his shoulders.  

He leaned down and nibbled your earlobe, leaving a kiss on it, and whispering, “You feel amazing, my love.  Feels so good to have you like this.”

He rested his face in the crook of your neck.  Feeling his breath on your neck sent tingles throughout your body.  He felt himself get closer and adjusted his angle, doing his best to make you feel good.  

“Do you want to touch yourself,” he asked. “Or should I?”

“You, please.”

He grinned again, his low voice responding, “I’ll take care of you.”

He kneeled and adjusted your hips higher, placing a pillow underneath.  His thrusts resumed and you gasped as he gripped your cock.  He stroked you with a slight twisting motion he knew would drive you crazy.   

“I want to see you come,” he said, looking down at you melting onto the bed beneath him.  Your body started to coil inside, your legs moving further apart, wanting more room for him to drive in deeper.  You let out a loud moan as he did before looking up to see him entranced by you.  Watching him work made your heart beat faster and you nearly lost the ability to breathe as you came all over his hand and your abdomen.  

Wolffe smiled, releasing your sensitive cock, holding on to your legs, and burying himself in you.  He came with a soft grunt and you smiled in satisfaction at the view.

He carefully left your body and laid down next to you.  He rolled over and reached down for the towel you usually kept in a lower drawer for times like these.  Instead the spot was empty.  He looked back at you and you shrugged, replying, “After what happened and what you said, I knew I wouldn’t want to be with anyone.  At least for a while.  So I didn’t bother replacing the towel after I washed it last.”

His expression dropped.  Letting out a deep sigh he leaned into you, nuzzling his nose to your cheek and pulling you in close. 

“I’m so sorry,” he said. “I promise I’m here now.  As long as you’ll have me.”  He left a lingering kiss on your cheek and you laid there, happy to be holding each other.

“I love you Wolffe,” you said softly.

His reply came without any hesitation.  “I love you, my wonderful.”

You kissed him and smiled, thinking about all the things you wanted to do with him that you thought would never happen.  “Want to shower? And find that towel and put it back for next time?”

“Yeah,” he answered.  “Yes to all that.”

“And maybe stay?”  You looked at him hopefully, not wanting to ask for too much too soon.

He could see the gears turning and knew what you were worried about.  “I want to stay,” he replied, kissing your temple.  “I don’t want to ever let you go.”

He cleaned you both up, holding you close under the shower water and gently caressing your back.  Sleeping together, really sleeping together in the same bed, felt so right.  You held on to each other, finding comfort in being together.

The next morning, you woke to see Wolffe still sleeping, spooning you with an arm around your chest, holding you close.  You kept your promise to Sinker and sent him a comm message.

“Thank you for the wonderful evening, Sinker.  You should know I’m still in love with Wolffe and it turns out he’s also in love with me.”

You put your comm down and interlaced your fingers with Wolffe’s.  He smiled, just starting to wake up, and inhaled deeply.  It would be the first of many mornings dozing in each other’s arms.

Tagging: @staycalmandhugaclone

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Fanfic & Art Masterlist

Request Info | Taglist Form | Requests: OPEN

[REQ] denotes requested works

[M] denotes work is Mature; not recommended for minors.

[WIP] Work In Progress; active to semi-active.

Updated:4/13

Miscellaneous Characters/Stuff

Like Family: Feral - a submitted fic to darling June of fallenrepublick (and my first ever SW fanfiction). 

Star Wars as Birds

The Mandalorian

Fireside Friendship [Mando x GN!Reader]

[REQ] Beskar Buddies [Mando and Boba Fett]

[M] Your Body Remembers [Mando x GN!Reader] [WIP]

THE BAD BATCH

Rough Stuff: Wrecker x Sick!Reader {A sick-fic idea I had like a year ago}

Sorry, Wrong Comms!: Hunter x Medic!Reader

[REQ] Thorny Days [Hunter x Fem!Reader]

[REQ] Late, Lakeside Picnic [Wrecker x Reader]

[REQ] Twelve Standard Hours [Wrecker x Fem!Reader]

I See You [Crosshair x Fem!Reader]

Tide pools aren't for swimming [TBB x GN!Reader]

[REQ] Babe Across The Bar [LGBT+ Fem!Reader]

A (Hair)Cut Above The Rest [Hunter x Fem!Reader]

[REQ] It's a Mario Party! [TBB Headcanons]

CFE: Of Honeysuckle and Haiku [Tech x Fem!Reader]

[REQ] Untitled [Hunter x Fem!Reader] [WIP]

Untitled [Wrecker x F!Jedi!Reader] [WIP]

On hold: Hunting the Nexu

GENERAL CLONE STUFF

Contains OCs, Drabbles/Ficlets, 3 Am Thoughts™ and Headcanons on "Clone Culture" that I've taken to writing while watching TCW all the way through for the first time~

Clone OCs Masterlist

Under Bursting Skies [GN!Reader Ficlet]

[M] "Creative" Miniseries [501st Edition]

[M] "Creative" Miniseries [TBB + Wolfpack Edition]

[M] "Creative" Miniseries [212th Edition]

On hold: Welcome to the "Cozy Clone" Hotel

THE CLONE WARS

Mostly the Clones from the series; contains Drabbles/(Mini)Fics and Headcanons.

[REQ] Captain Rex with a shy love interest

[REQ] Captain Rex with a shy partner

[M] Poets and Painters - Commander Wolffe x Reader

[REQ] Movie Night! [501st x GN!Reader]

[REQ] The Long Way Home [Fives x Reader]

Pick My Brain

Example One of my thoughts on proper Canon vs Legends and why I'm probably inaccurate

Why I use ____ in my fics: [Mando’a] [Distinction of "non-alcoholic beverage"]

My Art

**Not all of my artwork is added to my masterlist so be sure to check out my art tag for everything!**

The Domino Twins - Star Wars

The Blue King - Star Wars

How Dominoes Fall - Star Wars

99's Legacy - Star Wars

Tears for Her Kingdom - Legend of Zelda

Haunted by 42 - Marvel

KYBER//COLOR - Star Wars

Last of the Pack - Star Wars

In a hole in the ground... - Tolkien

Troops of the Tribunal - Star Wars

Clone Helmet Collection I - Star Wars

The Little Mudhorn - Star Wars

Sun Lanterns - Disney

"Plo's Bros" Nose Art - Star Wars

Snowclone - Star Wars

Clone Collection II - Star Wars

How Good A Man - Star Wars

Clone Helmet Collection III - Star Wars [WIP]

#frostfics masterlist #frostfics #frostsfanart #traditional art #traditional artist #star wars #the bad batch #tbb #star wars the clone wars #sw tcw #the clone wars #swtcw #tcw #the mandalorian #the book of boba fett

[ladykatakuri]

Stardust Reblog Challenge December 2022

1st:

Cody x F!Reader by: @twistedstitcher27 NSFW

Bonsoir Ch.6: Golden Hour - Gregor x F!OC Cassia Nu by: @kaminocasey SFW

What a Price to Pay 2 - Boba Fett x F!Reader by: @kaminocasey NSFW

Shadows and Shades 16 - Crosshair x OFC by: @wild-karrde SFW

Love Songs - TBB x F!Reader HC`s by: @zoeykallus SFW

Rex x F!Reader by: @twistedstitcher27 NSFW

The Cottage Part4 - Rex x F!Reader by: @kaminocasey NSFW

Busted! - TBB x F!Reader by: @zoeykallus SFW

Walk Me Home Ch.6 - Wolffe x F!OC Cherise by: @cyarbika Mature

Cody x F!Reader by: @twistedstitcher27 NSFW

Alone Together - Tech x Reader by: @eyecandyeoz SFW

Body Paint - Tech x AFAB!Reader by: @kaminocasey NSFW

Night Swimming - Tech x F!Reader by: @zoeykallus NSFW

Echo : There for You Ch.24 - Echo x F!Reader by: @zoeykallus SFW

Under a Red Sun: Ditry Little Thief - Hunter x F!Reader by: @zoeykallus SFW

The Prankster - Fives/Wrecker/Hardcase x Reader HC`s by: @zoeykallus SFW

Rebels Wolffe x F!Reader by: @twistedstitcher27 NSFW

Shadows and Shades: Finale ! - Crosshair x OFC Iden by: @wild-karrde SFW

Forgive Me, My Love - A letter from Cody by: @arctrooper69 SFW

Ashen Moon 4 - Kylo Ren x F!Reader by : @interstellarwraith SFW

Getting Some Rest - TBB x Reader HC`s by: @zoeykallus SFW

Flattering Art - TBB x M!Jedi Reader by: @zoeykallus SFW

Jesse x Jedi F!Reader by: @twistedstitcher27 NSFW

Loyal Friends - TBB x Friend!Reader HC`s by: @zoeykallus SFW

About Break Ups and Moving On - TBB x Reader HC`s by: @zoeykallus SFW

All is Quiet in the Havoc Marauder - Echo x F!Reader by: @nahoney22 NSFW

12th:

A Jedi`s Sacrifice - TBB x Jedi!Reader by: @zoeykallus SFW

Tough Decisions - TBB x Reader HC`s by: @zoeykallus SFW

Do You Hear the People Sing part6 - Fox x F!Reader by: @kaminocasey SFW

PTSD - TBB x F!Reader HC`s by: @zoeykallus SFW

Sins of the Father Ch35 Din Djarin x F!OC by: @imabeautifulbutterfly SFW

TBB a sa Rockband HC`s by @zoeykallus SFW

I`m All Yours - Crosshair x F!Reader by: @zoeykallus NSFW

Notes on Tutoring: The Performance - Dave York x F!Reader by: @honestly-shite SFW

Loverboy Part 3 - Echo x Sith!Reader by: @kaminocasey NSFW

A Glitch in the Matrix - Texh x SO!Reader by: @eyecandyeoz SFW

Search & Rescue Dogs - TBB & M!Friend HC`s by: @zoeykallus SFW

The Fallen - Fives story by: @twistedstitcher27 SFW

Sun and Rain: Age of the Empire Ch.9 - Hunter x F!OC by: @photogirl894 SFW

Piercings - TBB + Rex x GN!Reader by: @nahoney22 SFW

Showing You My Love - Echo x F!Reader by: @zoeykallus NSFW

Slow Ride - TBB x F!Reader Spicy HC`s by: @zoeykallus NSFW

Tree Decorating with Cody - Cody x F!Reader by: @kaminocasey SFW

In Command - Rex X F!OC by: @wild-karrde SFW

In Love and War: Moving On - Rex X F!Reader by: @zoeykallus SFW

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4 — Bittersweet

Hiding In Plain Sight

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Pairing: Commander Wolffe x reader

Words: 4.3k

Warnings: Morning after awkwardness, descriptions of war and a battle, character death, early stages of grief, healthy coping skills

Summary: You and Wolffe come to an arrangement, and The Pack’s first real mission is an emergency in a familiar location

“Oh shit” 

“I uh… I don’t think anyone saw us” you sit up and try to start getting your things together “I don’t think anyone is back from the event yet, if I hurry–” 

“Wait” he cuts you off, sitting up too. You turn back to look at him, pulling up your panties and covering your breasts. “I don’t want you to run off and feel like this was a mistake” 

“But wasn’t it?” you ask “If we get caught… if anyone finds out… they will court martial you” 

“They might” he agrees “But I don’t regret anything. I would do it all again” 

That stops you in your tracks. Standing there in your undergarments, looking at him with a surprised and slightly sad expression on your face. “You would?” 

He would. He absolutely would. True he hasn’t known many people outside of his brothers, but he’s never met anyone like you. It’s not just that you’re beautiful, because you are beautiful. It’s your sense of humor, your friendly yet discerning disposition, your acceptance and fealty to this team, your talent as a medic, and your undeniable attraction to him in return.  “In a heartbeat” 

“So where do we go from here?” you ask, sitting back down on his bed. 

“I don’t know. You’re right, no one can ever find out. But I don’t want to pretend this never happened” he says 

“So we don’t. When we’re on duty, things are normal. I think you and I are both more than capable of keeping our work and personal lives separate” you start “But when we’re off duty… we’ll figure something out. Find a way somehow” 

“I don’t think there is a better option than that at this point” he agrees. You’re both quiet for a moment, taking in the reality of how difficult this could prove to be… but also how exciting it is to have a secret.

“I probably should sneak back to my own room before anyone gets back” you say with a bit of heat in your cheeks 

“Suppose it wouldn’t be good if we got caught 5 minutes into hiding in plain sight” he chuckles, standing up and putting his undershorts back on, while you work on getting your dress back on. He steps in front of you once you have your dress back up over your shoulders, and helps you zip it back up on the side. He stands there for a moment, gazing at you in your gorgeous dress. A slight smirk quirks his lips upwards, as he draws a hand up to your face to brush his thumb over your cheek. He leans down just a bit and kisses you, just to cement in his mind that this is real. 

He pulls away, adjusts your hair and sends you on your way. Luckily you don’t have far to go and it’s a straight shot back to your quarters. Once you were alone and behind closed doors, you had to sit there and take a minute. Stars you wish you could write this down or take a holo image of yourself with your make up all smeared to prove this wasn’t just a dream in the morning. But writing it down or even taking a holo image would be proof to others as well, this is one secret that can not get out. 

In the morning, life resumes as normal. You actually found it really wasn’t difficult at all to keep things professional with Wolffe in front of the others. It certainly helped that this morning’s training was in no way fun or sexy. Endurance training with double weighted packs to simulate having to carry out a civilian or fallen soldier. By lunch you were exhausted, sweaty, and grumpy about having to continue your day with desk work instead of taking the big nap your body wanted. No, instead you had piles and piles of paperwork sitting on your desk. A glamorous lifestyle to be sure. But all day long, your hip bones had a bit of an ache to them. That was all the proof you needed that last night happened. 

You were worried that it would be more difficult to “act natural” around the men in the evening. Even though everyone is technically always on duty unless on shore leave, the evening does tend to be when your battalion has down time. Usually they all crowd together in the barracks to play sabacc or in the mess hall to eat together, you are almost always there with them unless the day’s paperwork forces you to work long into the night. But when you and Wolffe turn up to join the others for dinner, nothing is different. Maybe this could work out after all. 

That evening when everyone goes back to the barracks you and Wolffe wander back to the officers quarters together. You wonder for a moment if you should try to sneak into someone's room together again? But when you reach the concourse that separates the two of you there are other officers milling about. You glance over at Wolffe, he glances back at you. Nope. Not tonight. Too risky. 

“Goodnight Commander” you nod

“Captain” he responds, the two of you turn away from one another and walk to your respective rooms. It really was too easy to pull it off without any sort of difficulty or hiccup, but at least you both proved that you can keep it together in front of others. You go to bed that night, dreaming of the night before. His lips trailing down your neck, his hands squeezing your tits, the firmness of his abdomen and stars above his –

Suddenly you are torn from sleep by both a frantic knocking at your door and your com device blaring at you. You blink awake and stumble out of bed in your sleeping shorts and t-shirt, swiping your com device to answer it and wrench the door open at the same time. It’s Wolffe, hastily latching his armor over his black fatigues with a serious look on his face. 

“What the hell is going on?” you growl, not even looking at him, trying to get your com device to shut up.

“You’re needed in command, right now” he says. You’re about to protest when you see the chain codes that have been blowing up your com device. Several members of the war counsel that govern this base are requesting your presence immediately. 

“I’ll be right there” you tell him

“I’ll make a pot of caf and get the men up, I have a feeling we’re going back to Eris” he grumbles walking away from your door

You don’t really take stock of what he said, only that he was making a pot of caf. You pull on your uniform and get your hair up to regulation standards in record time and glance at the chronometer just before you leave. 2:56am is too god damn early to be having a crisis.

You make it to the command center and find it buzzing with military officials, not unlike the other day. All of them have cups of caf in hand, but none of them seem to be drinking any. Do these psychos just never sleep? Wolffe steps into the room behind you and closes the door, handing you a fresh cup of caf, just the way you like it. 

You give him a sidelong glance. The I don’t want to fucking be here kind of eyes. 

He raises an eyebrow, and you can see the barest hints of dark circles under his eyes. Yeah, neither kind of eyes. 

The meeting is called to order. You and Wolffe are informed that the Separatists have returned to Eris and mounted a full scale invasion to gain control of the planet and its resources. Several attack battalions and full legion groups have already been deployed. The 104th is being deployed to the epicenter of the invasion, the region capital, to facilitate evacuation of civilians. 

That wakes you right up. The people you met on Eris, while not representative of all the regions on the planet, were not fighters. The thought of those kind and welcoming people being subjected to the hostilities of an invasion, makes your stomach twist itself in knots. The two of you are dismissed from the meeting, and ordered to get your squadron ready to depart immediately. 

By the time the two of you make it to the barracks all eight men are awake, armored up, and getting together the last of the gear bags. Slush tosses you your medical pack as the men file out of the barracks and start heading towards the hangar where General Plo is waiting to join you. 

“Are you copiloting for me this morning Captain?” he asks, still chipper and bright despite the early wake up call

“Promise not to crash the ship” you ask, sipping your caf 

“I did not crash the ship!” He says indignantly 

“Alright alright, it’s too early to bicker” you relent. You finish your caf and ditch the disposable cup before boarding the ship. Once the doors close, and the engines are on, it’s all business. The flight back to Eris feels like it takes no time at all, because you barely have time to get anxious about what you’re about to fly into before the ship is dropping out of hyperspace into a battle. 

Slush goes into evasive action, avoiding the Separatists battleship by speeding off towards the planet’s surface by using the Republic Cruiser as a screen. The coordinates you were provided with by the war counsel will take you down to the planet’s surface, just outside the capital city of Eris in a region far away from where the pack had landed before. 

It is utter chaos down there. The ships firing on each other are visible in the daylight against the sky. Droids march on the capital and fire on the civilians with no regard for taking prisoners or minimizing damage. This is less of an invasion and more of a genocide. Sinker, Boost and Cinder spring into action, firing back on the droids on the ground. Comet climbs on top of the ship to get a vantage point and starts calling out what direction reinforcements are coming from, taking shots with a long range rifle when he can. Jag and Slush start directing civilians into the city gates, while Mav and Cricket do a perimeter sweep. General Plo stands out front with the men, using his lightsaber to defect in coming blaster bolts. Wolffe makes contact with the war counsel to update them on the situation on the ground, and you start setting up a triage sight to help the wounded inside the walls. 

Wolffe joins you at the triage, where you are ordering able bodied civilians to help move the injured in doors. He yanks you aside, 

“We’re about to get a massive influx of civilians into this city with clankers on their heels” he tells you 

“This is about to be a bloodbath sir” you wipe the sweat off your brow

“The war counsel is sending in attack battalions to flank them from behind, but we need to buy them time and get as many people behind these walls” he grunts, glancing back towards the pack. 

“We’ll do everything we can sir” you nod 

People pour into the city through the gates. The sounds of blaster fire, people calling out for help or loved ones, others howling in pain as you and the few volunteer medics and nurses attempt to treat their wounds. It feels never ending. 

Suddenly there is a massive and cacophonous sound that tears away your focus from the patient you’re attempting to get situated. You turn to look over your shoulder only to see the wall of droids that seem to materialize from the dark spaces between the trees. Your heart drops. If those droids breach the walls, all the civilians that fled here to be safe will be like fish in a barrel. You leave your patient in the hands of one of the more skilled healers that’s volunteered to help, and sprint for the front gate, drawing your own blaster to start returning fire with your squadron. 

“Where’s our back up?” you holler

“Coms are down, we’re in the blind here” Wolffe shouts over the noise 

“Commander” General Plo address Wolffe, “If we are to save the people that already made it this far, we need to close the gates and engage the city’s defensive measures” 

“Yes sir” Wolffe barks “Round up the stragglers boys, we need to close those gates!” 

Half of the men peel off and start ushering civilians inside, while the others close ranks and continue firing on the enemy. But it’s not enough, the droids just keep coming and the there are too many civilians to move to get the job done quickly. 

“What we need is a gap. Just a couple minutes where we could have more of the men moving the civilians and to get the door closed” you observe 

“I’m open to suggestions Captain” General Plo says 

“Cinder!” You yell over the noise

“Captain?” he looks back towards you from where he just deposited an elderly woman within the city walls

“I need you to get me a bomb. Something we can laugh behind their line to create a gap in their waves” you tell him. He thinks your just a moment

“Uuhh… yeah… yeah I could do that” he nods. 

You yank the blaster out of his hands, “Go!” you order him sternly

He nods and darts into the city walls to have a safe enough spot to take off his pack and start assembling a remote detonated explosive. He returns a few minutes later holding a terrifying looking contraption and a remote control. 

“I’ll have Comet use the rocket launcher to get it behind their lines Captain” he says, heading over towards the ship to give the bomb to Comet. You hope this will work, but know that you have to coordinate with the rest of the pack if it stands a chance. 

“Commander, tell the men to be ready to stop firing, move the last of civilians, and pull the doors closed from the inside. Comet is going to launch a bomb behind their lines to give us time” you explain quickly

“Will it work?” He asks 

“It’s going to have to sir. We don’t have another option” you shake your head. He gives you a nod, if you say it will work, he trusts you. He turns his head to address the men. 

“Sinker Boost, be ready to cease fire and get inside on my mark. Jag Slush get those civilians in those gates. Cinder Comet, the second you launch, get out of there and over the wall. Mav Cricket, be ready to pull the doors closed from the inside when everyone’s in. Captain, pull the General and get back to the triage sight” Wolffe orders. 

“Yes sir” you respond, and leave the pack to advance forward to get General Plo’s attention and fill him in on the plan. He agrees that it does seem likely that this plan is the only thing that will save these people, and retreats with you behind the wall. Just as you make it beyond the wall, you hear Wolffe’s voice ring out over the others “Mark!” followed by a small pop, a whizzing sound and then a massive explosion. 

Everyone flies into action. Comet and Cinder make a sprint for the city gates, Cinder scooping up a frightened child and tossing them over his shoulder. Sinker and Boost cease fire and move quickly to join Jag and Slush, getting the last few civilians inside. Wolffe darts in too, and orders Mav and Cricket to shut the gates. The two of them tug on the ropes that hold the doors. They move slowly, being that they have not been closed in what you guess is hundreds of years, given that they are never closed. The pack and some of the civilians too grab the ropes and help to pull the doors shut. 

The droids in the next wave are coming fast, you didn’t buy as much time as you had hoped. The left side door seems to come free and swing closed on it’s hinges, slamming shut. But the right will not budge. General Plo extends an arm, attempting to use the force to move the door. But it won’t move, something is obstructing its path. The more the people pull, the more tension gets put on the rope. Suddenly the tension breaks and the rope snaps towards the highest point of it’s attachment, the door is stuck in the open position. You don’t even have time to panic, or think of another solution because out of nowhere, Mav lets go of the rope and takes off running out of the city gates. 

“Get back here soldier!” Woffe barks, but Mav doesn’t even turn around. He skids to a stop and clearing away the debris that’s holding the door closed. He only has to move a few large stones before it starts to glide back a bit. But it isn’t enough without the rope to pull it closed from the inside. You watch in horror as Mav gets on the other side of the door and starts to push it closed from the outside. 

The door breaks free as Mav pushes it closed. It snaps shut. With him on the other side. 

“Mav!” the men scream “Mav!” 

But all that can be heard from the other side of the wall is blaster fire. You stand there in shock. In less than a standard minute all of that had happened, and you could do nothing to stop it. You’re wrenched from your shock by the driving force in your gut. The job is not done. You turn on your heel and sprint back to the triage sight, just as reinforcements fly in and lay down a spray of blaster fire on the droid army. 

—

When the smoke clears, and the doors are open again. Wolffe confirms what everyone already knows. Mav held the door closed and took an innumerable amount of blaster fire. He saved the pack. He saved the civilians. He bought the last three minutes of safety for the people until the reinforcements arrived. But he was gone. 

There are many casualties amongst the civilian population too. They offer to include Mav in their funeral procession and honor him as one of their warriors of days long past. It is a kind and generous offer, one the pack is more than happy to accept. All of the fallen are placed on a pyre and cremated. Many of the civilians sing songs of mourning while the fire burns, or of celebration and liberation. It seems to vary between what region each family came from on Eris. But all of them wear a line of slate gray paint on their right cheek. 

When a middle aged woman comes by the pack holding a little bowl of the paint to adorn your faces too you ask her what it means to her people. 

She paints the line down your cheek with her finger with a sad smile on her face “Gray is the color for bravery in the face of the unknown, strength for yourself and others, thanks for the gifts you have been given, and mourning for what you have lost” she tells you. She goes down the line and gives each member of the pack a line on their right cheek as well, General Plo leans down to accept a gray streak as well. 

After she leaves the team stands together in silence. You take in your squad. Exhausted, disheartened, dirty, bruised and battered. Mismatched armor and clashing colors. You’ve had rough days in this war, some of them have too, but others… this is their first true battle and true tragedy. 

“Seems fitting” Wolffe clears his throat 

“What does?” Sinker asks with a bit of a bite in his tone 

“Gray paint” Wolffe says simply “We are still a squad. And we still need a unifying color. Gray seems fitting for this team” 

“For remembrance” you echo his thoughts. You look around the circle and see them all nodding in agreement. 

“Gray it is then” Wolffe says with a small nod

Unfortunately, you have to return back to Coruscant. No one is particularly talkative on the flight back. Or when you disembark back on the base. 

“Get yourselves cleaned up boys” Wolffe tells them as they head back to the barracks 

“Gentlemen” General Plo calls out before they can leave “Captain” he address you as well “This evening, I would like for all of you to join me in the training facility after you all have a chance to eat and rest” 

The men are a bit confused, a little irritated, but ultimately no better than to protest. “Yes sir” they all acknowledge him. You also are wondering what the bloody maker the General is thinking. Does he actually expect them to go through training drills tonight? After all the shit that just happened? Regardless, you don’t verbally question it either. 

You trudge back to your quarters and take a long shower. You let a few tears fall since there is no one to witness them. It feels good to let it out, but you would rather take a blaster bolt to the foot than let a squadmate or really any other military personnel see you cry. 

Once you’re clean and you’ve got your hair situated, you change into your base fatigues and force yourself to go eat something. The only other person that seems to be on your wavelength is Slush who sits at a table alone in the mess hall with near dripping curls wetting the back of his shirt. 

You take a seat across from him and attempt to eat some of the rations you were provided. You wait to see if Slush will start some kind of conversation. Opening with a joke. Asking about your love life. Blabbing out drama happening in other battalions. But he doesn’t. And neither do you. Soon, others from the team filter in, joining you at the table and picking at their food. No one speaks but the silence doesn’t feel uncomfortable. 

Eventually the whole team is sitting at the table together. Squeaky clean with damp hair, tired eyes and somber expressions. Wolffe clears his throat after a time “I’m not sure what the General has planned for us tonight. But I told him we were not up to doing physical training today. He has assured me that is not his intention” 

Some of the men at the table exchange looks with one another. Confusion in some. Curiosity in others. Disinterest in most. “Commander… can this wait until morning?” Sinker asks, Boost elbows him in the ribs. 

“I don’t think so lads. General Plo assured me this wouldn’t take long. The sooner we get in there, the sooner we can go to bed” he says 

The squad grumbles but stands up and files to the training room. General Plo has pushed back all of the equipment to the edges of the room, and laid down the sparring mats. Your heart drops. He wants the team to spar? At a time like this? 

But no. That is not the General Plo Koon you know. And that is not what he has planned. He is sitting at the head of the room, and kindly asks everyone to take a seat wherever they feel comfortable. You do, crossing your legs and sitting up straight, looking around to see what everyone else does. 

“We can all agree that today was both a victory and a tragedy. The people of Eris will live and prosper thanks to the ten of you. But the loss of Mav is not something we should take lightly” he begins “I invite all of you to take a moment of silence for yourselves. Feel all of the emotions you are feeling, and embrace them with open arms. Do not run away from your fear, your anger, your sadness” 

You close your eyes and sit in your feelings for a moment. You’ve been told before that The Force the Jedi wield and worship is something that can be felt, experienced and is ingrained in all living things. And it’s not that you didn’t believe that in the past, but you didn’t really feel it and couldn’t be bothered to try to search for it. But now, as you focus on your breath and allow yourself to sink into the present moment. Maybe you do feel it. 

You are not the only one. Others in the room fall into similar states of meditation, ruminating on their own inner thoughts and turmoils. It’s strangely comforting. 

“Thank you all, for taking this time to meditate with me” General Plo says calmly after a few minutes “Many Jedi practice the art of meditation, but it is not limited to those who use the Force. I use it to process emotions and understand my feelings. I wanted each of you to have this tool to help you process your own feelings and emotions, and to know that I would be more than happy to speak with you about this heaviness we all carry, should mediation not bring you the peace you seek” 

“Thank you General” Cricket says quietly. A chorus ‘thank you’s follow. To which General Plo bows his head in acknowledgment.

“You are welcome” he says “Now, it is also my duty to inform all of you, that you have been granted shore leave for the next two days. You are free to leave the base if you choose. But I ask all of you to keep your health and safety in mind. I look forward to seeing you all again in a few days' time” And with that, General Plo stands, bids you all a good evening and exits the training room.

#Commander Wolffe #Commander Wolffe x reader #Hiding In Plain Sight

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The Collection

hihi umm guess what i did instead of working on my thesis this little thing was a brainworm that came from @thefact0rygirl ‘s anons and I couldn’t get it out of my head.

Pairing: Commander Wolffe x f!Reader Rating: 18+ MINORS DNI Length: 3.1k

Tags: m!masturbation, referring to past sexual acts, unprotected sex, PiV sex, oral (m and f receiving), nudes, photographing/recording sexual acts; please let me know if anything needs to be added!

NSFW UNDER THE CUT

Wolffe liked to take pictures. He was a very tactile person, and when he’s away on missions he likes having the memories to revisit when he can’t hold you in his arms. When he needed something to keep him going, remind him of what’s waiting for him back on Coruscant, he pulled out the little printed picture he kept tucked in his vambrace–it was of you, of course; smiling at the camera (at him), the sun setting behind you casting you in an angelic glow. Whenever he had a free moment, usually late at night in his tent, he often found himself looking through his collection. At you. 90% of his pictures were of you.

Some of his favorites included one he snuck of you sitting at your vanity, hair pushed to the side and exposing the delicate line of your neck while you clipped an earring on, gaze focused in the mirror; one that Sinker had snapped when you had joined the Wolfpack at 79’s, Wolffe’s arm tossed over your shoulder while you leaned into his side, face scrunched in laughter; one he had taken when you were about to leave your apartment to attend one of the Senate’s benefits, wearing a Wolfpack gray dress that clung to you in all the right ways, your lips painted a pretty red.

Wolffe also had a whole other folder of favorites that he kept encrypted on his personal datapad that were more…explicit in nature. Some were from exchanges between you on your personal comm channel. A few of them he had actual physical copies of, as well–you had an old-fashioned camera that printed photos seconds after they were taken. The camera had gotten a lot of use thanks to him. He liked having the pictures to hold in hand, and it was easy enough to scan them into his comm to have on his holopad as a backup…and neither of you had to find a specialty shop and have the awkward interaction of developing the film. You were a little minx, you liked the camera–and you weren’t opposed to him taking all the photos he wanted of your naked body. There had been many dark, lonely nights when he spilled into his own fist with your name on his tongue while he looked through the pictures.

Nights like this one. He was on some planet in the middle of fucking nowhere on the outer rim because the Generals had received intel that it was being used to host Seppie supplies. They hadn’t found what they were looking for yet, so who knew how long he would be here. The mission could wrap tomorrow, or in three weeks.

Ugh, he was tense. His bucket felt heavy on his neck, his shoulders were sore, and he was tired. Physically tired, not particularly–but mentally he was exhausted. He loved his squad, but he’d much rather be home with you right now.

Home…you were home.

Wolffe started working at the clasps on his armor, starting with the lower half, grunting as he unlatched the pieces of his kit and stacked them neatly next to his cot. He was fortunate enough to be afforded his own tent due to him being a commander, but he still had to be ready to go at a moment’s notice.

He pulled his chestplate off last. Tucked in the inner seam, close to his heart, were the rest of the photos. They had gotten a little beat up and crumpled over time, some corners folded, but they were still clear. Wolffe laid back on his cot, the scrap of material barely passable as a pillow doing nothing to support his back, but he didn’t even notice anymore. He was half-hard already.

The first was a picture of you laying on your stomach, looking back at the camera over your shoulder, naked save for the lacy panties clinging to your hips. It was a great view of your ass, the curves of your hips and butt framed by the delicate lace. His hand was in the shot, pulling your panties to the side to expose your glistening pussy.

You had surprised him with the lingerie set. Seeing you in his colors always made something needy surge up inside of him, and seeing you swathed in delicate lace and chiffon and ribbons accentuating the shape of your body in his colors sent him absolutely wild. Wolffe took his time with you that night, sitting on the edge of your bed and pulling you into his lap. He kissed you, big hands teasing the straps on the garters. You sighed into his mouth, draping your arms over his shoulders and pressing your tits into his chest.

He kissed your cheek, your jaw. Little nips trailed down your throat and you gasped when he started sucking dark marks into your skin. Wolffe always left his mark on you, proved you were his. When he bit down where your neck met your shoulder you gasped, hands tangling in his hair as your head tipped back.

“So pretty. All for me?” he asked, his touch running up your back to skate across the strap of your bra.

“All for you,” you whispered, guiding his hands to the front clasp.

“Let me see you.”

He undid the clasp, and his mouth was back on you the instant it fell away. More bruises and bites littered your breasts, showing his path, and you moaned his name when he licked around your nipple before taking it in his mouth. He continued that way, undressing you piece by piece and exploring every inch of skin revealed to him until you were squirming and soaking through your panties.

He gently guided you off him and onto your bed. You laid on your stomach, wiggling your ass enticingly at him. He gave you a light swat and you giggled.

“Hang on, sweetheart.” Wolffe went over to your dresser, picking up the little camera. “Mind if I take a picture?” You watched him over your shoulder and he saw the way you licked your lips at the thought. It wouldn’t be the first time he had done it, but he asked every time.

“Go ahead,” you said, rising up slightly on your knees so your ass was lifted. “Like this?”

“Hmm, not quite,” he said. He climbed back on the bed, sitting over the back of your thighs. The moan you let out as he ran his fingers over your clothed pussy made his leaking cock twitch in his pants. He circled your clit a few times just to make you squirm. Then he tugged your panties to the side so he could see how you dripped for him.

The camera clicked.

Then he tossed it (gently) aside, and buried his tongue in you til your thighs shook.

Wolffe palmed himself over his pants. He could hear how you moaned, rocking your hips back onto his face as his tongue circled your clit. The sweet tang of your arousal. Fuck, he loved eating you out. He would spend hours between your legs if you would let him, pulling orgasm after orgasm from you until you couldn’t bear to take more.

The next photo was angled down, your thighs spread to make room for his hips as his thick length disappeared into you. Your wetness had soaked to the base of his cock and his thumb was positioned on your clit. The soft skin of your thighs bloomed with little marks and love bites, a trail of red and purple in the wake of where his mouth traced over you.

"Wolffe," you panted, carding your hands through his neatly-cropped hair. "Wolffe, need you–in me. Fuck me, baby, please." The tail end of your 'please' dragged off into a whine as he sucked harshly on your clit one last time.

"Needy little thing," he teased, nipping your thigh again for good measure. You loved his bites, the stinging edge of pleasure-pain he balanced so well. But he followed your wishes. He bit down lightly on your nipple and you arched your back, pressing your chest further into his mouth with a moan.

He sat up, hands going to your hips to keep you in place despite your impatient shifting. Your palms ran down his chest as you whispered, "Please, please–" and he took mercy, guiding the fat head of his cock to your dripping entrance. You tensed up and then relaxed all at once as he began feeding inch-by-inch into you.

"Fucking tight," he groaned, feeling your walls flutter around him. Your thighs trembled as he adjusted, hooking your thigh higher on his hip, the final inch sliding into you. "Good girl, taking all of me." You whimpered at that, clenching down on his cock and pulling a curse from him. You were so sensitive.

"Move, Wolffe, please move–" you babbled. He always gave you what you wanted. His first thrust had you scrambling against him. Your hands twisted in the sheets, palmed your own breasts, scratched down his chest and back; anything to keep you grounded while he was splitting you apart in the best way.

When he angled his next thrust a certain way you gasped so harshly it startled him. He paused, about to ask if he hurt you when your grip shot to his hip, urging him to move, and you begged, "Do that again." His grin was smug.

"Oh," you whimpered at the next thrust. He was hitting something beautiful and bright inside you, pure pleasure sparking from your core to your head to your toes. You arched deliciously against him, brows pulling together in pleasure as he drove you closer to the edge.

His pace stuttered slightly as he leaned over to grab the camera from nearby on the bed. You had already taken some photos earlier in the night, so it had been kept near for the next opportunity.

"You gonna come for me like this?" He asked. He felt the way your pussy flooded with more wetness as he talked–you swore you could get off to his voice alone sometimes. "Let me take a picture of your pretty pussy while I make you cum on my cock?" You nodded frantically, breathing out a high yes, yes, yes– 

Wolffe dropped his thumb to your clit and you nearly wailed. Your pussy spasmed around him, and he just pointed the camera and pressed the button, not even caring if it came out good or not because you were so hot and slick and tight around him, making the prettiest noises as you came, he was right there after you.

Laying together afterwards, you had seen that the photo did come out okay–a little blurry, but good enough to be kept.

You let him take another photo too, this one of your fingers spreading yourself apart so he could see his cum dripping out of your spent pussy.

Wolffe made a noise deep in his chest. Easing himself out of his body glove, he began leisurely stroking his cock. His rough, blaster-calloused hand was nothing like yours, but it would do. His eyes flitted closed as his head tipped back, remembering the way you squirmed as he thrust into you, your wet center gripping his cock. He paused to spit in his hand, and the slickness felt so much better because yeah, you were always so wet for him. Wolffe knew he was a lot–he always made you cum with his mouth or his fingers before he fucked you, the added lubrication of your arousal easing the way. His favorite thing to do was leave you a fucked-out mess and clean you up after to do it all over again.

His breath caught when he looked at the next pictures. These ones he also had a short holovid of, stored on his datapad. The first was you kneeling and looking up at the camera with your pretty doe eyes, tongue peeking out from between your lips as you licked the underside of his cock, hand gripping the base. Your lipstick was smeared and his cock was shiny with your spit.

The second was again of you kneeling and looking up at the camera, this time with your eyes half-lidded and your mouth open, showing his cum on your tongue and streaking your cheeks and dripping down your chin. Out of frame, he knew your hand was between your thighs, working yourself to release at the same time as him.

“Fuck, cyare,” he breathed, hand tangled in your hair. “You feel so good. So good to me.”  He had gotten back from a mission a few hours ago and came straight to your apartment after debriefing. You hadn’t had the patience to get to the bedroom or even the couch, you dropped to your knees right in the entryway and undid his codpiece, tugging the fabric out of the way with deft fingers before your mouth was on his cock.

You pulled off him with an obscene pop as you paused to strip off your shirt and bra, tossing the garments aside carelessly. He groaned at the sight of your tits, your nipples peaked into buds that he wanted to pinch and bite and make you gasp. Then your eager mouth was back on him, the slick muscle of your tongue running along the underside of his cock and teasing the sensitive ridge just under the head.

His hand went to the back of your head as you took the tip in your mouth, not forcing you down, but just to ground him. You sucked lightly and moaned like he was a piece of candy, the vibration an electric jolt straight to his nerves. Your hand wrapped around him, stroking what wasn’t in your mouth.

“Good girl, there you go,” he groaned as you bobbed your head, taking more of him deeper into your mouth, hand continuing to work what you couldn’t fit. His grip in your hair lightly guided your movement, the obscene noise of him sliding into your throat made heat coil in his belly. Your lipstick was ruined, but he liked the way it smeared on his cock and made you look even more debauched. Wolffe swore when he saw your other hand creep down between your thighs to rub tight little circles over your clit.

“Filthy girl, does this get you so wet you just can’t help touching yourself?” He lightly tugged your hair, pulling you off him with a slick noise and you gasped. He still had the rest of his armor on besides the codpiece, so he brought his wrist up and activated the holocamera on his vambrace. “You want me to record you being a desperate little thing, getting off on sucking my cock? I know you like to show off.” You nodded eagerly, still working him slowly with your hand until he activated the recording feature and his grip in your hair relaxed.

You trailed your tongue lightly over him, running it along the underside of his cock, tracing every ridge and vein. It was wet and sloppy, but you knew that drove him crazy. Your hot mouth engulfed the head of his cock again and he made a strangled noise. Breathing through your nose, you relaxed your throat and gradually sank down on him until you had taken him as far as he could go. You paused there, nose pressed into the trimmed curls at his base, until his hand flexed in your hair and he swore softly, then you pulled off just as slowly.

You did that again, and again, encouraging him to start thrusting shallowly. Then you gripped his hips and took him all the way, this time swallowing around him, and Wolffe let out a moan. You released him from your mouth with a gasp. “Shit, sweetheart, you’re gonna make me cum,” he growled, brushing your hair away from your face. “Can I cum on your face, sweet thing?”

“Mm,” you hummed, lapping at his cock while you stroked him with your hand. “Yes please.”

He took himself in hand, stroking quickly as you opened your mouth and extended your tongue and stared into his eyes, nails digging into his hips as you moaned for him and continued rubbing your own clit. His breathing kicked up and he felt that tightening sensation at the base of his spine. Groans spilled from his lips as he came, spurts of his warm release landing on your tongue and cheeks. You held it there for a moment, letting him see his spend on your tongue, before you swallowed and opened your mouth again to show it was gone. He cursed, out of breath, and you smiled coyly at him as you swiped a finger through the mess on your cheek before sucking it clean as well.

He already wanted you again. Wolffe lifted you from the floor and straight into his arms and you laughed, planting a kiss on his lips as he carried you to your bedroom.

Wolffe gritted his teeth, squeezing his cock as he stroked, trying to mimic the way you felt around him. Seeing you covered in his cum made him go a little stupid. He couldn’t help it, he wanted to mark you, claim you as his and make sure no one else ever dared to try and take you from him. He felt that familiar coil in his belly, his balls drawing up as he skirted the edge of release. Fuck, he could imagine you in front of him, begging for it, wanting him…. A few more strokes, twisting his wrist as his hand engulfed the head of his cock, and Wolffe hissed out your name as he spilled into his fist. The hot pulse of orgasm he felt all the way to his toes, and with it all the tension drained out of his body.

Wolffe laid there until his breathing evened out. He wiped his hand clean on an old rag and tossed it to the side before rolling over to replace the pictures safely in the nook in his chestplate. The last picture was a little goofy, but he loved it all the same–it was of the both of you laying in bed together. Your skin was dewy with sweat and you were curled into his side, head resting on his shoulder, hair a mess from when he had his hands in it. You grinned at the camera, makeup streaked and smeared. Wolffe was looking down at you with incredible fondness rarely seen on his face, and the lower half of his face glistened with your release. He didn’t know why you took the photo, but it reminded him of his favorite thing: the tender time after sex, before you cleaned up, when you simply laid together, breathing and feeling and taking each other in.

He would sleep okay tonight. It might be another night away on a shitty cot that made his back hurt come morning, but it brought him one day closer to returning home to you. Where you could make more memories, and add more to his collection. He would always return to you. ------------ Tagging: @djarrex

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❁⋆⋅Oneshots ⋅⋆❁

(Sorted by Character)

G'day my little cupcakes, Since my original Masterlist is getting a bit out of hand, I thought I'd also make an overview for my oneshots - sorted by character.

Blog Guide ✧ Main Masterlist

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Remember that my works are generally NSFW/18+ f!reader inserts! Even if some of the drabbles are fluff, I would rather not have minors interact with my blog at all. Thank you for understanding.

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❥ indicates NSFW content ❀ indicates Fluff ✥ indicates Angst

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Boba Fett

❥ Degradation with Boba (1.4k)

❥ Competency Kink with Boba (2.5k)

❥ Boba likes you to wear his helmet while he fucks you (400w) Fan-art!!!

❀BOBF trailer drop drabble - ‘Daddy’s Home’

❥ Spicy Pt. 2 of ‘Daddy’s Home’

❥ 'I am Boba Fett' - TBOBF Trailer 2 drop drabble (2k)

❥ Talk To Me - TBOBF Teaser Drop Fic (3.4k)

❥ Old Man - TBOBF Teaser 2 drabble (1k)

❥ Fear and Respect - TBOBF Teaser 3 drabble (1k)

❥ Boba and tiddy worship (2k)

❥ Hunter/Prey with Boba (2.6k)

❥ Boba in lingerie (620w) Fan-art!!!

❥ Boba likes to wake you up to fuck you

❥ Boba likes to tease you

❥ Funishment with Boba

❥ Orgasm denial with Fennec and Boba

❀ Boba accidentally makes you flinch and comforts you (600w)

❀ Loth cat domesticity with Boba

❀ Boba finds out you can sing (800w)

❀ Softness with Boba

❀ Soft gentle Boba Fluff (1.5k)

❀ The softest thing Boba does in a relationship HC (440w)

❀ Greek Mythology/Hades AU with Boba

❀ Holiday Special - A portrait of Boba in pastels (3.3k)

✥❀ Dush'vercopa - Hurt/Comfort with Boba (2.5k)

✥ Legacy - Angsty Boba drabble (800w)

✥ Heavy Jango-related Boba Angst

✥ Boba Angst with a soft ending (1.3k)

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Fennec Shand

❥ Overstimulation with Fennec (800w)

❥ Strap On Sex with Fennec (2k)

❥ Orgasm denial with Fennec and Boba

❥ Fennec on spice (3.6k)

❥ For the Love of You - romantic Fennec filth (3.7k)

❥❀ Fluffy filth with Fennec (4.1k)

❥❀ Softness with Fennec (super light NSFW for nudity)

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Din Djarin

❥ Edging with Din (1.2k)

❥ Din can always hear you getting yourself off and it drives him insane

❥ Din makes you watch your reflection in his armour (1.3k)

❥ Daddy!Din comfort at the medic's

❥❀ Din and the panties - a jiggly thot (1.3k)

❥ Din finds out about your daddy kink (1.4k)

❥ Accidentally calling Din daddy on the comm (1.9k)

❥ Daddy!Din catches you masturbating (2.2k)

❥❀ Daddy!Din buys you a vibrator (3.4k)

❥❀ Daddy!Din hurt/comfort (v mildly nsfw) (1k)

❀ A soft birthday drabble for @mando-amando​ (2k)

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Jango Fett

❥ Daddy!Jango (700w)

❥ Armoured Hallowe’en with Jango (1.6k)

❥ Dope & Smoke (3k)

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Captain Rex

❥❀ Praise with Rex (660w)

❥❀ Soft morning sex with Rex (1.7k)

❥❀ First time with Rex (2.1k)

❥❀ Tuur'nau Mureyca - soft, sun-kissed Rex (3.9k)

❥ Rex x dancer!reader at 79's with Cody (1.4k)

❥ Rebels!Rex and his delicious beard (3.8k)

❀ Coming out to Rex

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Commander Wolffe

❥ Biting/Marking with Wolffe (1.6k)

❥ Wolffe visits you at 79's (1.5k)

❥ Rebels!Wolffe joins Rebels!Rex - continuation of the Rebels!Rex request (7.6k)

❀ Wolffe helps you put in eyedrops (1.2k)

❀ Baati’gar - Wolffe caring for you when you’re sick (800w)

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Commander Fox

❥❀ Cockwarming with Commander Fox (1.2k)

❥❀ The Flower Garden - A soft vacation with Fox (4.4k)

❀ Gentle yearning with Fox

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ARC Fives

❥ Exhibitionist!Fives (1.2k)

❥ More heightened Senses with Hardcase (and guest star Fives) (1.8k)

❥ Reverse Armour Strip with Fives

❀ Soft comfort with Fives

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Other Clone Troopers

❥ Brat Tamer!Cody (500w)

❥ Rimming with Cody x m!reader

❥ Thigh Riding with Gregor (1.3k)

❥ Heightened Senses with Hardcase (1.5k)

❥ More heightened Senses with Hardcase (and guest star Fives) (1.8k)

❥ Anal with Jesse (2k)

❥ Rough worried sex with Kix

❀ Kix cares for you when you get a cold

❀ Soft Body Worship with Echo

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The Bad Batch

❥ Public Stunts with Tech (4.3k)

❥ Face riding + bandana bondage with Hunter (1.3k)

❥ Competition with TBB (2.1k)

❥ Oral/Degradation with Crosshair

✥ Panic attack with Crosshair (650w)

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Paz Vizsla

❥ Helping Hands - Masseur!Paz AU (7.6k)

❥ Choking and Spitting with Paz

❥❀ Body worship with Paz (1.9k)

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Other Characters

❀ And it did - General Leia Organa x gn!reader (890w)

❥❀ The Way I See You - Garsa Fwip x f!reader (3.2k)

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#galas masterlist #boba fett x reader #jango fett x reader #din djarin x reader #fennec shand x reader #captain rex x reader #commander wolffe x reader #commander fox x reader #commander cody x reader #gregor x reader #fives x reader #hardcase x reader #hunter x reader #wrecker x reader #crosshair x reader #kix x reader #arc trooper jesse x reader #tech x reader #paz vizsla x reader #echo x reader #leia x reader #garsa x reader #galactic graffiti masterlist

[nahoney22]

NaHoney22’s Masterlist & Navigation

4,500 Follower Celebration

.・。.・゜Clone Force 99 ゜・。.

🤍Tech Works

🤍Crosshair Works

🤍Hunter Works

🤍Echo Works

🤍Wrecker Works

🤍Omega Works

🤍Bad Batch Shots/HC’s List

🤍Prompt List Works - 3000 & 4000 Followers - From The Bad Batch to The Clone Wars such as Wolffe, Rex, Hound, Fives and more.

.・。.・゜The 501st Legion ゜・。.

🤍501st Shots/HC’s

Romancing | (GN!Reader)

🤍Rex

Dress to Impress part one | part two (GN)

Breathing (F!Reader)

Chaotic Good*** (GN)

Have a Seat*** (M!Reader)

Lost & Found (F!Reader)

Secrets on top of Secrets (F!Reader)

Shush, Don’t Tell the General*** (F!JediReader)

🤍Fives

105th Try (F!Reader)

After Hours (F!Reader)

I Need To Tell You Something (F!Reader)

🤍Kix

The Time of Day*** (GN)

🤍Dogma

Flustered (F!Reader)

What’s the Harm in a Little Fun?*** (F!Reader)

Return*** (F!Reader)

Tender Hearts*** part one | part two (F!Reader)

Taking it Solo*** (solo male one shot)

🤍Jesse

It Will be Okay*** (F!Reader)

Relief*** (F!Reader)

.・。.・゜212th Battalion ゜・。.

Waxer

Nothing as Important*** (GN)

Cody

Right Here (GN)

Wolffe

The Faltering Commander part 1 | part 2 | part 3 (F!Reader)

Prompt Request NSFW X F!Reader … “You have the perfect lips for kissing.” & “One more for me, you’re doing such a good job.”

Plo Koon

Forbidden (GN)

❀ Cad Bane Works

Other Star Wars Characters

•Gregor

Gregor - That Laugh (GN)

•Cobb Vanth

A Love We Never Got Over (F!Reader)

•Commander Mayday

Desperation*** (F!Reader)

•Grand Admiral Thrawn

A Warrior’s Needs*** (F!Reader)

Non Star/Clone Wars Works

Doc Ock One Shot

See you again*** (F!Reader)

Ebenezer Scrooge (2022) One Shots

Outcast part one | part two (F!Reader)

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Things I won’t write for:

❌ Clonecest

❌ AhsokaxRex

❌Readers OC’s. Did it once, bad experience and never again.

❌Any cheating fics unless it’s about past relationships

❌Any pregnancy stuff. Literally anything to do with reader being preggers.

❌R*pe and pedophilia

❌Poly relationships (nothing against it but just not something I like to write)

❌Character crossovers

❌Any nsfw Jedi x padawan stuff

❌Coprophilia

❌Major character death… you know who I’m on about 😭

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