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Identity Pt 4

Part (4) of Identity, the next arc of Doc's Misadventures! If you're new, start at the beginning with Touch Starved!

I owe loads of responses and I'm sorry! I got the writing bug and any spare time I've had in front of a computer, I just wanted to write! Quick answer to the most common question, though: Yeah, the implication is that the contact is her dad - that'll be touched on a bit more later, though, and I'll try to actually be a good tumblr person and respond to everyone's lovely comments this week now that I've purged this chapter out!

Huge preemptive warning before even getting to the real warnings! This is one of those particularly dark chapters that may be too intense for some readers. If that's the case, I'm more than happy to make a summary for continuity's sake; just please take caution to read the tags

Warnings: torture, waterboarding, drowning, interrogation, panic, panic attack, flashbacks, self-blame, giving up, longing for death, temporary insanity, arguably inappropriate use of sedation, guilt, profanity, intense whump

WC: 3,231

Fire tore through my nose and throat, body wrenching forward with violent coughs that sent pain shooting down my side, but the movement stopped short, chest held fast to something behind me – no… beneath me? I couldn’t think beyond the desperate need for air, head shaking as though it might rid my eyes and nose of the liquid still dripping down my face as my jaw gaped around choked gasps. The distorted hum of unfamiliar voices resonated nearby, pausing mere seconds before another torrent of icy water crashed over me, robbing me of what pitiful taste of air I’d fought so hard to gain and sending me back down that spiral of panicked suffocation, diaphragm convulsing uselessly beneath that torturous burn of drowning.

Something locked around my jaw, forcing my gaze toward the blurred colors that surely hid an unknown face and drawing a startled grunt of pain from me. I could almost hear words, confident at least that they were male before my attacker released me harshly enough to slam my already throbbing head against whatever lay beneath it. I’d only just realized my wrists were bound behind me when another frigid wave was thrown at me, again leaving me sputtering for breath.

“… a patient man…” That voice growled, mind finally grasping some meager bit of clarity. “I suggest you answer my questions before things get really unpleasant.” Wheezing, I quickly looked about us for some hint as to what was happening, but the dark cell offered no clues toward who he was or where he’d taken me. I think I was tied to a chair leaning back at a precarious angle, but I couldn’t move enough to check before he grabbed me again, fingers burring into my already bruised jaw.

“Eyes on me, yuh damn rat.” He grumbled. Without conscious thought, I realized some part of me expected to find a grizzled, old man covered in scars, eyes full of enraged contempt, but that’s not who stood beside me. He appeared to barely be in his thirties, white shirt marred with sweat and blood and stains I tried not to look too closely at lest I see something far worse. Years of drinking left is stomach distended and his skin blotchy, and what light may once have filled pale, green eyes had long since abandoned him. There was no anger fueling his actions, no obvious cause for him to seek retribution from long held vendetta. This was his job, and he’d simply lost the will to be bothered by the horrors it forced him to do.

“Ah. Guess yuh weren’t really awake yet, were yuh?” He hummed more to himself than to me, “Concussions can be tricky like that…” With a deep sigh, he stepped back, hand dropping absently away from me. “Let’s start over, then.” The way he rubbed his hand over his face, the weariness dragging against his movements, it felt so painfully displaced against the way my heart raced.

“Who ordered the hit?” Lost, I could only stare at him, thoughts far too muddled beneath fear and confusion to fathom a response. “How about we start with something easier?” He muttered, though he still reached for something behind me. I heard the click of a button followed by the rush of water through pipework overhead, and the terror that gripped me was visceral, body shaking too hard to manage even a broken gasp, limbs wrenching against the shackles about my wrists and ankles.

The vague sensation of pain each movement sent tearing through my left side didn’t matter, nor the growing understanding that there had been an explosion; that everyone near the podium must have been caught in the blast, and I couldn’t begin to guess the extent of my own injuries even as I recalled the horrifying images of those far less fortunate. That knowledge, that pain, none of it mattered in the face of where I now lay: trapped before this stranger who owed me no loyalties and sought only to force answers from me that I could never give.

“Where are yuh from?” I wondered if the hint of a slur in his voice was from mere disinterest, or if he’d already begun numbing himself with some bottle stashed amidst the grime-streaked walls. “Not gonna tell me your name, either, I assume?” My jaw ground shut, gaze turning blindly to the dark ceiling above us. He offered no further warning before clicking another button to unleash the next rush of water. I managed to keep most of it from flooding my mouth, but the pressure forced enough up my nose to send me into another fit of strangled coughs.

“You’re with the Republic, yeah? Some kinda spy or something? What’s that fancy swamp planet…” He seemed to think it over for several seconds before remembering. “Naboo! You from Naboo?” Breath shattering between clattering teeth, I kept my attention turned pointedly away from him, clinging to some distant memory that it was better to remain silent during an interrogation; that even shouted curses yielded more easily to breaking than simply never speaking at all, and then I had to come to terms with that simple fact that that’s exactly what this was: an interrogation.

How long had it been since the gala? Was I still on the same planet? Was I on a planet at all? I didn’t want to acknowledge what the answers to those questions might mean; didn’t want to let myself listen for the rumble of engines or hum or air recyclers. It was easier not to know.

A tsk sounded from the man beside me, and I had to fight not to let my expression crumble beneath that fear.

“A’right.” I wanted to slap him for the disinterest in that breathy sigh, anger drawing my lips into a scowl. Again, there was no warning. A dark sack was pulled roughly over my face. I had just enough time to gasp before that water began to pour down. My chest bucked with violent fits, fighting to force some sliver of air through the endless onslaught, but it wouldn’t stop. Why wouldn’t it stop?

The was a moment when that determination first faltered beneath the weight of a panic no amount of logic could hope to supersede; a fleeting breadth of understanding just how alone I was, how little I meant, and how hopeless even the denial that forbade me from listening for engines truly was, because regardless my dreams and nightmares, regardless the sincerity of my intentions or the purpose I once believed drove me through moments when I wanted nothing more than to shatter, the simple reality was that death didn’t care and all I’d done would amount to nothing. There was no promise of one more chance, no reason swaying whether I lived or died, no thought beyond a bone-deep, primal terror, and not a damn thing I could do to change any of it.

Powerless, I laid beneath the flow of soured water, body thrashing uselessly as the man just stood there, watching; waiting. I couldn’t see, couldn’t breathe, the sensation of that sack about my face constricting with each failed gasp overwhelmed every memory I’d ever made, forsook every imagined possibility of a future, dispelled whatever higher knowledge supposedly separated sentience from feral beasts, and I knew he was utterly impartial to all of it as my lungs burned, spine wrenching against restraints that offered no leeway. The weakness that crept up my limbs was a strange thing. I barely noticed it beneath the new form of darkness overtaking me, yet some whisper of frustration balked at how quickly my muscles began to fail, how deafening my heartbeat became as those frantic coughs faded beneath wet gurgles.

Still, there was some futile sense of denial, a disbelief promising me that he wouldn’t actually let me die; that this was merely some sick form of intimidation meant to break me, and I knew exactly how foolish that thought was as the water flooded my lungs.

Agony filled my chest, my head. Fire burned my sinuses and left my throat raw as my torso convulsed in violent coughs even as I strained for breath, begging my own body to grant me some small taste of air. It felt like waking; like I’d been asleep for ages, mind hazed beneath that fog of confusion.

“..ere yuh are… Come on back.” Was that voice familiar? I vaguely thought it shouldn’t be despite how my eyes automatically travelled toward it, unable yet to make out anything beyond a blurred shaped. “Can you tell me your name?” Were his words slurring, or was my hearing merely faltering beneath that disorientating weariness eager to drag me back into unconsciousness? I knew that question, though – it had long since become ingrained into my psyche from years of asking. What’s your name? What’s the date? Where are we, right now? Where…

My lips stumbled around an initial attempt at forming an answer but managed only a choked whimper beneath a hurt that left even strangled gasps crippling. That moment of physical hinderance was enough to grant the very beginnings of a clarity that threatened to break me as some distorted mockery of sensation slowly began to return; glimpses of soiled walls, the scent of putrid water, pain lancing through joints held fast about the hard surface beneath me, through flesh left raw and torn from how violently my body had struggled against restraints still binding my wrists and ankles, looped about my chest and stomach, and the fear that stole through me was like nothing I’d ever known.

In an instant, my heart began to race, the rhythm far too quick to not be a danger in itself, but I could spare no thought toward something so mundane as a heart attack as my every muscle began to convulse, the icy obstruction of adrenaline flooding my veins as logic and rationale faltered in the wake of memories.

“Damn… figured it’d figured take longer ‘en that.” He mumbled, and I froze at the bundle of still dripping cloth hanging from his hand, unable to either tear my gaze away nor stomach the sight of it. “‘ere’s how this works,” he started, utterly unmoved by how my body shied from him as he reached toward me with that cursed fabric. “Ain’t gotta go through any of that again if you don’t want to.” The way my every cell screamed against the feeling of that mask being pulled even halfway down my face left me thrashing anew, numb to any damage sustained from how desperately I found myself flailing against my bounds. “Just gotta answer my questions, an’ it all stops.”

There was no thought; no memory even of how to think as the first drops of water danced atop my forehead. My every muscle tightened, body wrenching away with more force than it could take. Something cracked. I didn’t feel it. My teeth ground together even as my jaw strained to open, to drag as much of that precious, stale air into my lungs as I could.

“Who are yuh working with?” Rage. There was no suffocating torrent of liquid. It was barely a splash, but he knew exactly how little work he needed to do to rend me into that hysterical frenzy that so effortlessly robbed me of all but my most ancient, primal instinct, and I loathed him for how quickly it worked, lips wrenching back into a snarl.

The next gush held none of that earlier restraint. Water filled my mouth and flooded my nose, instantly sending me into ragged, gagging coughs, body jerking in an effort to at least lean onto my side that I might rid my airway of that burning, frigid certainty of drowning.

“Who orchestrated the explosion?” I thought of the mercenary as another surge of water poured over me just long enough to leave me gasping.

How do I free him!

“Who was the target?” I don’t know if there were words in whatever scream I felt tearing through my throat, but he waited mere seconds, unmoved by my choked cries.

Tell me.

“Who placed the bombs?” His emotionless voice reverberated through the darkness, lifting the mask just clear of my lips after each question before dragging it back down in the wake of answers that left him wanting, and I could only flail atop that unyielding surface as he unleashed that frigid water again and again.

I thought of the hatred in my brother’s eyes as my mind flickered at the edges of suffocation.

“Who ordered the hit?”

Did I deserve this?

“Who’s behind the assassination attempt?”

Why didn’t he just kill me?

“Tell me who ordered the hit.”

Kill me.

“Who were you sent to kill?”

Kill me kill me kill me

“Who placed the bombs?”

His earlier boredom was beginning to turn impatient. My body barely managed to struggle anymore. Didn’t matter.

“Who ordered the hit?”

I wanted that darkness. Yearned for it… because anything was better than this endless torture, hours and seconds and years of drowning with no hope of it ever stopping, no sense of time, no sense of self.

“Who-”

The sudden flurry of sounds meant nothing. I’d long since lost any grasp on reality, more certain that I was already dead than I was that those harsh, broken wheezes voiced my own, failing attempts at breath. I don’t know when that sack had been removed nor what muttered pleas tumbled listlessly from numb lips. Flashes of grey and white armor held no meaning, nor did whispered words blaring through speakers, though I remembered some fleeting thought toward the futility of whispering into a mic.

Movement. It didn’t feel like that perceived sense of endlessly falling preceding loss of consciousness… It felt like… running? My eyelids bat against the illusion painted atop the black cloth I was so sure awaited me the instant I managed to truly see. It wasn’t until I tried to move that that madness returned. No restraints held my arms trapped behind me. No unyielding board pressed painfully into my back. I was held only by the arms looped beneath my knees and shoulders, and the instant I understood that, I fought with every hint of strength granted to me by that panic-induced insanity.

I couldn’t hear anything above the chorus of sudden shouts, focus trained solely on freeing myself of that near embrace. I’d barely begun to thrash before feeling the floor rise up to meet me, body instantly kicking out to distance myself from my captor until my heels slid useless atop muck-coated stone, doing nothing more than pressing my back more firmly into the wall behind me.

“…” Muffled words lost beneath the pounding of my heart and the rasp of air catching in too-moist lungs fluttering with hyperventilated breaths stolen between wet coughs. I tried to draw my arms between myself and the figure kneeling before me, but could barely convince my hands to twitch, flared fingers trembling mere inches above the ground.

“…! …ack! Come on, kid; come back!” His voice finally broke through that frenzy, and my eyes locked on his, every muscle freezing beyond that persistent shiver I couldn’t begin to quell. He seemed to hold his breath, waiting to see if I’d break again. My brows drew weakly together, thoughts too frantic to more than stare at him for several seconds.

“…W… Wol…” His shoulders sank at my stammered attempt to call his name.

“Right here, kid.” It was such a strange thing to hear the gentleness in his voice, but that lingering sense of wrong drew me further from the shattered recess of my mind, vaguely noting the four figures posted around us, and I didn’t need to see their helms to know who they were, that they had their weapons trained on the corridors stretching out at either side of me, ready to fire at the faintest hint of a threat. They’d found me… This was real… So, why couldn’t I free myself of that relentless fear, that deafening need to run, to find some dark corner and hide?

“I need to get you out of here.” He explained, words purposefully slowed in a way I should have taken offense to. In that moment, however, that slowness was the only reason I could make sense of them. Get out… They were going to get me out of here… but my body revolted from the very thought of letting him touch me again, of letting anyone touch…

“You can hold on to me, or I can carry you, but we can’t stay here.” I wanted to shout at that familiar, cold logic, the silent apology nestled in his hushed statement, frustration spiking at the weakness preventing my hands from clasping over my ears regardless how useless I knew the gesture to be.

“Hey – hey, look at me.” The guilt tainting his command made me want to scream even as my eyes automatically flicked back to his, some distant thought finally realizing he’d forgone protocol in favor of letting me see his face, helmet abandoned on the ground beside him. My name left his lips in a whisper, head ducking slightly to draw my unsteady gaze back toward him.

“We need to move.” My jaw tensed with curses and pleas and senseless shouts, despite my inability to hold enough breath to manage more than a stammered whimper, chest still seizing with half coughs from the phantom sensation of flooded lungs.

“Do you want me to sedate you?” He barely murmured the quiet offer, head ducking toward me. Did I… I thought of that blissful emptiness… that escape from this fear, from the pain of wounds I couldn’t remember sustaining, from the anger wrought by my own inability to force some semblance of control over myself, and, with a sob, I nodded. His expression darkened, but he said nothing as he returned the gesture.

“Close your eyes.” He whispered, and the tremble seizing through me redoubled, terror spiking at the threat of subjecting myself to that darkness. “You’re going to be alright, kid… Just close your eyes.” He promised… I’d never doubted him before… not like this… but how could I possibly believe him? I knew he could see how frightened I was, how lost I was in that fear; I knew he was counting every second wasted trying to guide me through this, how each of those seconds redoubled the risk of being caught, but he said nothing as I struggled to find myself through that panic, and he wasted no time when I finally managed to force my eyes shut.

The instant I felt the prick of needles, my body balked, managing to jump mere inches away, but his touch was already there, hand delicately catching my cheek as those fleeting reserves of strength abandoned me, muscles quickly going limp against him.

“Alright… I’ve got you… I’ve got you.” A final shiver darted down my spine as the warmth of his breath danced across my scalp, barely noting how carefully he eased me back into his arms, but the distant familiarity of finding myself nestled against him, of tasting his scent in my every stammered gasp even as I felt my mind begin to slip away was a comfort I clung to until even that faded.

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cloned-eyes · 1 year

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Commission done for @valkeakuulas starring the grumpiest and hottest Commander of the GAR

#Star wars #commander wolffe #star wars the clone wars #star wars fanart #star wars cw #tcw #104th battalion #wolfpack #clone trooper #clone art #eyesdraws #hands down wolffe is my fave commander #i have a soft spot for him #his face #so goddamm proud of it

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rehenys · 3 days

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Soft Launching Toto

Synopsis: OC SeleneVanderburg x Toto wolff

soft launching toto but the paparazzi had other ideas

Tw: age gap, hate comments

Beautiful divider by: @chaeflim.

SeleneVanderburg

SeleneVanderburg: Thank you for the invite @mercedesamgf1

Tagged: mercedesamgf1

liked by landonorris,lewishamilton, georgerussell63 and 862,390 others

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mercedesamgf1: 💙

liked by SeleneVanderburg

Landonorris: come to McLaren

↳ seleneVanderburg: No.

↳ oscarpiastri: Please selene, i'll get you TimTam's.

↳ seleneVanderburg: Only for you sweetie.

↳ landonorris: Wow, now I know who the favourite is 🖕

↳ carlossainz55: Yeah obviously not you.

carmenmundt: pretty girl 🥰

↳ seleneVanderburg: And look who's talking. if George doesn't marry you I will.

↳ carmenmundt: Do it, I dare you

↳ seleneVanderburg: done bbg.

↳ georgerussell63: i'm gonna die single if you keep stealing my girl Selene

↳ landonorris: your anyway gonna die single, mate

↳ seleneVanderburg: look who's talking, Mr DJ.

↳ landonorris: Please stop bullying me

↳ seleneVanderburg: No.

↳ landonorris: bitch🥰

↳ seleneVanderburg: hoe😘

↳ carlossainz55: I do not understand your friendship

↳ georgerussell63: me either mate.

user67: oh to be her

user89: Omg is she friends with Lando and Oscar

↳user4: Yes, but Lando and selene are family/childhood friends.

lewishamilton: It was so fun today, thank you for helping us prank Bono

↳ seleneVanderburg: Haha, it was my pleasure. but I don't think i'm allowed into the Mercedes garage again.

↳ carlossainz55: it's ok, come to Ferrari

↳ danielricciardo: No come to RB

↳ seleneVanderburg: no and no, I'm a Mercedes girl through and through

↳ georgerussell63: HAHA sucker

user44: Lewis? pranking BONO?

user5: she's so pretty

user66: nepo baby 🤮

user99: she's so cool

user12: mother

SeleneVanderburg

SeleneVanderburg: To my man, thank you to my man. 🤍

liked by landonorris,lewishamilton, georgerussell63 and 751,281 others

Landonorris: And who is that man?

↳ seleneVanderburg: Nun your business, lan.

↳ landonorris: BUT, I'm your best friend. I deserve to know.

↳ seleneVanderburg: say's who?

↳ carlossainz55: say's who?

↳ danielricciardo: say's who?

↳ oscarpiastri: say's who?

↳ landonorris: I'm telling mom

↳ seleneVanderburg: loser

user1: Omg the soft launch

user9: damn she really is getting the princess treatment.

georgerussell63: who could it be, hmm 👀.

↳ landonorris: WHAT DO YOU KNOW!

↳ seleneVanderburg: Nothing. Right? George

↳ georgerussell63: yup absolutely nothing

user6: George spill the tea pleaseeee.

↳ georgerussell63: I don't want to die.

↳ seleneVanderburg: I have trained you well

↳ georgerussell63: yeah all the beating me when we were growing up helped.

↳ landonorris: YOU TOO? why are you so violent selene

↳ seleneVanderburg: shut up both of you or i'm going to take both your seats.

↳ landonorris: and do what with the other seat? huh

↳ seleneVanderburg: and give it to Carlos

↳ carlossainz55: at least someones considerate huh Lando. Thank you Selene, we have now become besties.

↳ landonorris: @seleneVanderburg Homie stealer 🖕

SeleneVanderburg

SeleneVanderburg: Like'em Tall, Dark and handsome

liked by carmenmundt,charles_lecerlc, georgerussell63 and 751,281 others

carmenmundt: He's so lana coded

↳ seleneVanderburg: I know right.

↳ carmenmundt: and that third pic🤭. Marry me

↳ seleneVanderburg: I wish I could but He said no ☹️

↳ carmenmundt: 😤 Damn it. ig i'll stick with George 🤮

↳ georgerussell63: Aw love you too babe 😍

user33: carmen and selene are fr dating while George is the side piece

user94: I KNOW THAT BACK, it gotta be Toto

↳ user52: I know right, timeline makes sense

user12: THE MESSAGE

↳ user92: Lord when is it my turn?

↳ user13: it so HAWT

Landonorris: Scandalous.

↳ seleneVanderburg: shut up.

↳ landonorris: bitch

↳ seleneVanderburg: Hoe

↳carlossainz55: language

↳ seleneVanderburg: Ok captain america

↳carlossainz55: but I'm from Spain.

↳ seleneVanderburg: HAHA, Lando come get your man

↳ landonorris: I never met this man in my life - Loki

↳ seleneVanderburg: Noice one.

↳carlossainz55: Qué?

User86: Lando and selene bullying Carlos is what I live for

↳user41: and he so confused lmaoooo

georgerussell63: hmm he looks familiar

↳ landonorris: Ikr

↳ user9: TELL US.

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user5: I knew it.

user8: crying my eyes out but i'm happy for them

user34: damn this sucks for them. she was soft launching him on insta

↳ user69: yeah and it's such an invasion of privacy

↳ user91: Toto is throwing his headphones right now.

↳ user69: Rip headphones

user75: Mercedes Pr team aren't getting any sleep today

user15: she really took that Mercedes comment seriously.

user66: Ew another gold digger

user98: Is this true???

user69: Damnit, I wanted toto

user23: NO WAY, she's way to young for him

↳ user3: how old is she

↳ user23: 26

↳ user3: oh damn

user11: she's so pretty

user98: we lost our queen to Toto Wolff, hope he knows how to fight

user6: Nah that's disgusting, he old enough to be her father

↳ user10: I know right ew.

↳ user23: They are both adults in a consensual relationship, it doesn't matter.

user8: she must be with him for money

↳ user18: didn't you read the headline?

↳ user16: she doesn't need to, she the heiress to a conglomerate. she's as rich as Toto.

User22: damn people so jealous of her

SeleneVanderburg

SeleneVanderburg: To the paparazzi that invaded our privacy, check your mail, B*tch and fuck you for running my soft launch.

Tagged: TotoWolff

liked by TotoWolff, landonorris,lewishamilton, charles_leclerc and 671,810 others

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TotoWolff: I love you, Libeling

↳ seleneVanderburg: Love you too, amour ❤️.

user5: OMG, there are so cute

user2: Mother is mothering

landonorris: MY EYES!

↳ carlossainz55: Shut up, muppet. I've seen worse 😒

↳ seleneVanderburg: LMAO, you got exposed Lando

↳landonorris: how could you Carlos, HOW COULD YOU!

↳charles_leclerc: @carlossianz55 your sleeping on the sofa tonight mate

↳ carlossainz55: I know 😭

↳landonorris: at least he knows

user4: I don't know if I want to be with her or be her.

lewishamilton: Congrats guys, I'm glad you're there to keep Toto calm and us safe from angry toto

↳ georgerussell63: 🫡 doing gods work

↳seleneVanderburg: He's not that bad guys

↳landonorris: Tell that to the headphones

↳seleneVanderburg: 🫢 Rip

user39: damn someone is getting sued.

danielricciardo: is Toto just looking at your leg. Man is WHIPPED.

↳landonorris: Lmao I know right, it is so funny

↳seleneVanderburg: it was more than just looking, sweetie 👀

↳landonorris: Ew.

↳danielricciardo: Ew.

↳carlossainz55: Ew.

↳charles_leclerc: Ew.

↳ georgerussell63: Ew.

↳ oscarpiastri: Ew.

↳seleneVanderburg: Y'all just jealous I get my world rocked every night.

↳seleneVanderburg: Also, Toto just asked me what Dani meant by whipped

↳landonorris: HAHA Boomer

↳seleneVanderburg: HEY, HE'S MY BOOMER.

Authors note: Hi guys, let me know if you liked this social media au. This is my first time trying in out so let me know, thank you.

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ladyzirkonia · 10 months

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The faces of Commander Wolffe.

I love this beautiful man your honor.

#commander wolffe #bark bark #he's allowed to ruin me #but he has a soft side too #you just have to break his hard shell #zirkonias edits #the clone wars

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wolffwish · 1 year

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Clandestine Meetings

REQUEST: “Hey!!! Could you possibly do a fic with Christian teasing Toto about a new relationship, maybe with an employee, then protective Toto caring for reader when she panics because she thinks everyone knows?!! Thank you!!! 💗💗💗💗”

Summary: Rumours start circulating around the paddock about the relationship between you and Toto, until he reaches breaking point and jumps at your defence.

Warnings: Toto x Assistant!reader, workplace drama, arguing between TPs. Soft/protective/caring Lewis Hamilton x reader. Mentions of past relationship/confrontation. Christian Horner 🫥.

A/N: Kinda thinking this could be a part one… with a very different sort of part two 😏 ps thought you’d all enjoy the bonus of Lewis being featured!

You and Toto had been seeing each other for around 3 months, sneaking around the paddock and keeping your relationship as quiet as you could— purely because you didn’t want anything or anyone to ruin it.

What you had was perfect, a professional work relationship that never got in the way of your personal one, and vice versa. You could feel yourself falling for him big time, but with people starting to question the way you look at each other and the timings of your supposed ‘meetings’, people started to talk.

The Head of the FIA had arranged a meeting regarding an ongoing PR crisis amongst the teams, with all the team principals slowly making their way into the FIA hub at the first race of the season in Bahrain.

As normal, you escorted Toto to the meeting to see him off. This wasn’t uncommon, as all the other TP’s also had their assistants with them, including Christian.

“I see you’ve bought your sheep with you?” you heard come from behind you. You turned around to see Christian smirking, with his assistant whacking him across the stomach as if to say ‘shut up’. Toto turned around with you, daggers for eyes as he looked down on Christian. His tall frame causing a shadow over him and his assistant, jaw clenching through anger and fist tightening around his paddock pass.

“Just ignore him…” you say, grabbing Toto’s wrist, urging him to continue walking. “He’s not worth the aggro.”

Christian chuckled. “Run along now, Toto. Don’t want to be getting into trouble, do yo…”

“What did you call her?” - Toto scowled, yanking his wrist out of your clasped hand and swallowing heard, making his throat swell. Eyes locked onto Christian’s, and if looks could kill…

“Oh dear. Guenther! Looks as though Toto got out the wrong side of her bed this morning.”

“Say one more word and I’ll make sure it’s your last.” Toto commanded, his face getting redder by the second.

“Toto come on…” you sighed, “please, let’s just go. The meeting is starting soon.”

“You go ahead…” he said, flicking his eyes from Christian to you. His face softening as he saw your panicking eyes. Confrontation is one of your biggest fears thanks to your last relationship, and he knew that. “Hey, don’t worry, ok? I’ll deal with it.”

You didn’t want to take your eyes off him, but neither could you stay and watch. You’d seen him get this angry before, but only once. That one time you’d opened up about your previous relationship and how you were treated was enough to make Toto see red and start a war.

You nodded, forced a half smile at him and walked away. Past Toto, past Christian and his assistant, and passed Lewis Hamilton— who was making his was to an engineering meeting. The further you were getting away from Toto, the more your heart was pounding at the thought of an argument starting over what you were trying to keep a secret.

You’d entered the Mercedes motorhome and felt Lewis grabbed you by the shoulder. “Hey, hey…” he said, his voice just a brush louder than a whisper. “Where’s that smile gone?”

As soon as you locked eyes with him, you lost it. Every emotion started running through you as you felt your past memories tarnish every fibre of your being. Lewis had no idea about you and Toto, nobody did. Atleast that’s what you thought.

“Hey, hey… it’s okay, don’t cry. Come on, whatever it is, we’ll fix it.” he says, his arm wrapping around your shoulder and gently caressing it. “What’s happened?”

Through tears and a shaky breath, you somehow, in one single breath, mastered the words “Christian.. he knows, I don’t know how but he knows about me and Toto and we tried to keep it a secret but it just I don’t know he just said something to Toto and oh god it’s going to ruin it and I can’t be—“

“Woah woah, slow down. Take a step back. Breathe. Let’s do it together. In… and out. In… and out.” You copy Lewis’ actions as he calms you. “Come on, let’s get you somewhere more private.” He ushered you up the stairs and into the room that he knew led to Toto’s office.

“I’m sorry Lewis,” you said through tears and a few sniffles. “You have a meeting you need to attend… go. I’ll be fine.” Your eyes looked around the room, trying to find a jacket as you’d gotten the cold shivers and shakes from being so worked up. You saw Toto’s jacket hanging on the coat stand, which made the tears start streaming again.

“Come here…” said Lewis, as he grabbed Toto’s jacket and popped it over your shoulders. “I’m sure he won’t mind, will he?” The corner of his mouth turning into a playful smirk and he softly pinched your cheek to try and make you laugh. “I can’t blame him…” he says, “You are beautiful… even all red faced and crying.”

You laugh and roll your eyes… “Ok, now you’re definitely lying.” As you wipe your tears away with Toto’s sleeve, you hear heavy footsteps up the stairs. The door swung open, and the room stood still as Toto stood in the doorway— one hand still on the handle as he entered.

“Has anybody seen— oh god, there you are. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you.” Toto claimed, walking his way over to you. “It’s ok, shhh sh sh, you’re ok, come on, deep breaths Schatzi, like we’ve done before. Deep breaths.”

As Toto wrapped his arms around you, your head buried in his chest and his head wresting on your chin, you heard him whisper “thank you” to Lewis, who slowly shut the door behind him as he exited the room.

“Come on baby, I’m here now. It’s ok, I’ve got you.”

“Why does he hate me so much?” you say, still locked in Toto’s arms. “What happened in the meeting? Did you even talk to anyone? I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to—“

“Hey, hey, no, we’re not doing that. We’re not getting worked up again, are we?” Toto shakes his head as he softly strokes your hair with his entire hand wresting on the back of your head. “We’re not worrying about anything else, ok? Plus… he won’t be saying anything else about you ever again. That’s a promise.”

You pulled away from his arms and looked up at him, still teary eyed and sniffling. “What did you say to him?” you said, frowning because you didn’t know what was going to come next.

“I just told him the truth… nobody picks on my girl, and if they do… I’m gonna come after them.”

Your face turned from sad to shocked in an instant. “Toto, you told them about us?! I thought we were keeping it a—“

“No no, I know. But it was going to come out eventually. Besides, I want everyone to know who I go home to every night.” He brings his hands up and places them on both your cheeks, and plants a soft kiss on your lips. “I want them to know how fucking lucky I am, baby.” He softly kisses you again, this time gently sliding his tongue in. “I want them to know that this…” he runs his hands down your neck and over your collar bones, “…is all… mine.” He kisses your neck, and you can feel yourself smiling again.

“Toto, you’re the only one that can make me go from sad to— whatever this feeling is— in a millisecond.” You tip your head back and close your eyes as he runs his lips down your neck and to your collar bone. “I know baby… I just want to make you feel better…” he says, his hands making his way down your buttoned up Mercedes shirt. “I better lock the door.”

#toto wolff #toto wolff fic #toto wolff x reader #soft toto for once #soft toto wolff #toto wolff fluff #f1 fic #f1 x reader #f1 #toto wolff fanfic

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anna-hawk · 2 months

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Okay, so everyone's talking about Jon's return as Frank, but can we please talk about the fact that he's officially coming back as Brax for the Accountant 2??? That role deserved a second part! Oh the peacoat, the swagger, the devastating smirk and not to forget, the shh, shh, shh. We 👏🏼 need 👏🏼 more 👏🏼 of 👏🏼 that 👏🏼!

#jon bernthal #braxton wolff #the accountant #also we need more of his soft side when he talks to his brother

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justjettithings · 2 months

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when I saw how crosshair, echo, and rex were interacting with omega these past 2 episodes:

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totoscharm · 10 months

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Mother heavily mothering

#she’s so soft #look at her eyes pls #susie wolff

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kbirbpods · 3 months

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[Podfic Link] | Length: 10 minutes, 7 seconds

Original Work: That Feline Feeling by Project0506 [ @thefoundationproject ]

Clone Wars: Cody, Rex, Ponds, Bly, Wolffe, Obi-Wan | Rating: T

Summary:

When Wolffe's Jedi brings trinkets back from temples, bad things happen. (AU of Soft Wars AU)

Notes: posted for @codyday2224 and my first Soft Wars silly sides podfic!

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staycalmandhugaclone · 11 months

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Arrows (Special Request) - Doc - Part 4

Part 4 of Arrow. Definitely read First Impressions first! If you're new, this all starts with Touch Starved!

Also: got a new Poll up for your thoughts! Should Doc Have Her Own Blog?

Warnings: Near death, vague drowning (kinda?), reference to light medical procedures, some guilt and profanity

WC: 5,570

It wasn’t sleep… but I couldn’t say that I was awake. There was some distant knowledge that time continued to pass with the same infuriating steadiness despite how reality seemed on the verge of tumbling down around me, but knowing that simple fact did little to ease my certainty that time had slowed, that I was trapped in the night terror of a hurt I would never be free of. I couldn’t remember where it came from… didn’t matter. My entire body shook with it; violent tremors that threatened to shatter my teeth and wrench me from the comfort of a touch I clung to with pure desperation.

Something swept gently along my jaw, over my cheek. I could see the blur of motion before me, but there was no logic to the churning colors. It pressed tenderly against my forehead for a moment before returning to cup the side of my face, tilting my head up slightly. I shuddered at the cool skin that pressed once more to my brow, some distant thought recognizing that he’d used first his wrist and now his own forehead to gage my temperature, and I wanted to apologize for how I convulsed against him, but as soon as the first glimmer of thought surfaced, it was lost in the lilting abstract of awareness teasing the very edges of my mind.

I think someone called my name… could just make it out among the distorted echoes of sound reverberating around me. The world seemed to shift, pulling me upright and I couldn’t help but whimper as the motion rekindled the deeply wrong fire tearing through my shoulder and leg. My head swam, body swaying despite the steadfast presence surrounding me. I wanted to lie back down, to find that gentle rhythm I was certain I’d heard just moments prior, to free the strain from muscles already worn ragged by the relentless tremor vying to rid me of that terrible cold.

“Hey… Look at me, dammit.” There was fear in that voice… I tried to think if I’d ever seen him afraid before, but couldn’t remember… I remembered his eyes, though; the way they almost glowed in the sunlight, the faint creases in the corners from the rare times he smiled.

The touch against my cheek jostled me slightly, sending a fresh torrent of vertigo through me that left me staggering, falling, body straining to press into the comforting warmth beside me as my stomach churned, face twisting into a weak scowl. Instantly, the movement stopped, and I could feel the brief moment of hesitation before he merely let his hand hold me carefully against him, fingers just slipping into my hair.

There… that steady dance… It was faster now, but still I knew it the instant I felt the powerful fluttering beneath my cheek, felt the deep ebb and flow of too-quick breaths gently rocking my body, and what fleeting strength I still possessed strained to push me harder against him.

“Echo!” His arms tightened slightly as his sharp voice boomed around me.

“Come on, say something.” I nearly sobbed at the comfort in the tender brush of his thumb against my cheek, at the quiet plea of words whispered against my hair, but managed only to shift weakly into that touch as the distant hiss of a door filled the room.

“Quick gawking and grab the kriffing scanner.” He snapped, voice rushed. In the brief quiet that followed, I pushed weakly against him, silently begging to be allowed to lie down once more. He didn’t move for a moment, but I let out a broken sigh of relief when he finally leaned back, slowly easing me with him.

“Well? What’s it say?” There was a worry poorly veiled beneath his sharp impatience robbing it of its usual bite.

“Yeah, it’s high… Where’d Tech put the suppressors?” Another voice responded, and I loathed my inability to remember that familiar, deep cadence.

“How high?” The nearly growled demand rumbled against my cheek.

“Just… here, use these. Put them-”

“I know.” He interrupted with a snarl. Ice suddenly encircled my neck wrenching a choked cry from me, the sound breaking against the ruin of my vocal cords as I struggled with listless limbs to wrench the frigid thing away, but one arm refused to move and the other lay trapped beneath me.

“Easy, Doc… Just hang on…” That deep voice murmured, but the next moment that consuming cold was forced beneath my arms, between my legs, and a feral keening escaped me on shattered gasps, body straining to thrash free of them, to somehow escape that wretched chill. “How long has she been like this?”

“You think I was just letting her shake like that this whole time?” Couldn’t focus on their voices. I managed to wrestle my arm free, fingers reaching desperately toward my neck, but someone’s hand wrapped firmly around mine, pinning it to my chest, and I couldn’t silence the sob.

“Crosshair, just… answer the kriffing question.” That hand shifted slightly, holding me for the sake of offered comfort instead of restraint and I responded without hesitation, clinging to him as my body fought to hide against his.

“Maybe a minute. I called you when I couldn’t get her to respond to me.”

Someone called my name… I recognized the gentleness in how it danced atop his tongue, but the way my wounds screamed beneath each shutter of violently twitching muscle robbed me of even the thought to reply. Freezing… I was certain I’d find bright puffs of cloud illustrating my every shattered breath if I could just convince my eyes to focus.

“I’ll try haling them again…” There was a hopeless dread in his voice that made Crosshair’s arms tighten subtly around me… Crosshair… I remembered his name. Still, it took a short eternity to understand that it was his hand clenched in mine, that it was his heartbeat I’d lost myself in to count the slow passage of time.

When his gaze wandered to mine, the instant he understood that I was looking at him, that I saw him, his eyes widened, air trapped in his chest. In a rush, his hand abandoned mine to cup around my jaw, body deflating in a sharp exhale that just threatened to shake as he tilted my face toward his. Teeth ground, he pressed his forehead to mine; softly at first, but something in him seemed on the verge of breaking, unconsciously tensing to pull me tighter against him as his too-deep breaths grew ragged.

The back of my fingers swept weakly over his chest beneath a deafening need to offer him some reassurance. I wanted to whisper to him, to promise him that everything would be okay, but that cold robbed the air from my lungs and made my jaw shake too violently to even feign speech. In silence, he held me like that until he could force some steadiness back into his breaths, until the tension coiling through his lithe form began to ease. With a slow, quiet sigh, he leaned back just enough to meet my eyes once more.

“Stay with me, sarad.” Hearing the rasp of his voice drop into that soft murmur sent a flutter of gooseflesh across my skin. “You said you wouldn’t leave… All that talk about keeping your promises… don’t you dare break this one.”

My lips twitched beneath the desperate need to answer him, to call his name, anything to let him know I was still with him, that I hadn’t given up despite how much I wanted to, how deathly tired I was, how much I wanted to merely close my eyes and rest, but the trembled breath that caught in my throat wasn’t near enough to wrench more than a pained wheeze from the tortured flesh. He saw the failed attempt, expression falling into the faintest hint of a sorrow that broke my heart.

Without another word, he eased me back to his chest, chin resting softly atop my brow as he merely held me. Again, I found myself mesmerized by that powerful thrumming, body falling slack against him, mind faltering into what façade of relief could be found in that thoughtless haze.

I couldn’t tremble anymore. My chest only occasionally managed weak, shallow gasps, air fleeing in a painful wheeze absent freeing me of that distant threat of suffocation. Couldn’t feel my hands, my feet. The cold had long since set into my bones, joints aching with it until even that sensation began to dull. Voices echoed around me. I think they were screaming. Shouting. The vague sense of being moved sent my mind spinning. Tumbling away from them.

I knew I was coughing before grasping the distant understanding that liquid sat atop my tongue, that someone held my jaw open as something too bittersweet and thick to be water slipped past my lips; downing me. My back arched beneath choked sputters, diaphragm seizing amidst useless attempts to clear my throat.

“-sh’la, I know… but you have to drink.” Familiar… Before I could begin to focus on it, another bout of liquid filled my mouth and my entire body balked, head jerking away from their touch as that substance dripped down my chin. “Come on… Please, please; you have to try.” He was begging… Maker, I hated the desperation in those words. Some part of me yearned to hear the confidence so innate to that smokey voice; to feel the thrill of hearing him murmur my name.

My throat tensed, muscles straining to remember how to move even as I choked around pathetic attempts to cough. For a terrifying eternity, my neck seemed to lock, clenched too tight for even a wisp of air to breach. I felt my chest buck, felt the shredded flesh of my throat seize before finally managing to swallow, and a nearly silent sob of relief sounded near me.

“Good… that’s good, cyare… a bit more.” My body still rocked with quick gasps, but, when the chilled rim of a cup touched my lips, I was able to anticipate the coming liquid enough to drink it before it could rekindle that panic of drowning.

“How much does she need?” I felt the words rumble against my back and found the vague awareness that his arms were still locked around me, holding me up against his lean form.

“As much as she can tolerate.” Tech… I think I tried to look for him but couldn’t make out anything in the dancing shadows.

“I’m sorry, Doc, but you’ve got to drink more.” I don’t know how long that torturous dance continued, being granted just enough time to nearly catch my breath before he forced more of that rancid sludge into my mouth, but when my eyes began to close, when the promise of rest finally began to settle over me, I found myself struggling to stay awake, to draw strength into my body, terrified that if I fell asleep I might never wake again. In a fit of desperation, my fingers tightened around… something… his thigh? Didn’t matter. My head fell slack in their hold, breath huffing in a weak cough as the last bit of that liquid slid down my chin.

I didn’t want to sleep; did want to risk losing them… It wasn’t until something gently brushed the tear from my cheek that I even realized I was crying. I could feel the warmth of breath whispering against my ear and mourned my inability to hear the words. Chest bucking in those final, panicked gasps, I tried once more to find them, head just managing to turn in unsteady, stollen twitches. I knew they were near. I knew how hard they pushed themselves to try to save me. I knew the depth of anguish that would ruin them if it wasn’t enough, the guilt. I think I tried to apologize, could just feel my jaw begin to open, but it felt wrong; distant… everything felt too far away…

When you sleep, the memories that come to you give no thought toward reality or fantasy; the vague sensation of nothing being quite real easily overshadowed beneath emotions made all the more vivid absent fear of consequences that would never come. The sound of voices filled my chest with a heat I was too eager to let engulf me. The sensation of touch left nerves alight and desperate for more. The want begging me to stay in this existence, safe and warm and so nearly real was overwhelming, but a wrongness tainted each whispered promise, dulled each sweet caress until everything began to fall apart.

I couldn’t make out their faces, couldn’t remember their names, and the way my heart screamed against that loss was more real than the memories I was finally beginning to understand had never existed. Dreams merciless in offered half-truths and could-be’s, the loss of which rent some part of me into an agony I knew I would never overcome, but that facade of happiness meant nothing absent knowing they were happy, too.

Driven by thoughts I couldn’t voice, emotions too raw and overwhelming to ever put into words, I dragged myself away from the peace promised by that gentle release knowing it would never be enough. There was a sense of waiting, fighting through that final layer of denial and disillusion and fear of the coming hurt before real sensation reminded me just how fleeting and fake those dreams had really been, and how blessedly wonderful they were while they lasted.

Heavy. The very air was crushing me into the cot below. My chest ached from the strain of forcing breath into lungs desperate to yield beneath that force and simply collapse. Sounds echoed around me, rushed and eager and too far away to really understand. I think my eyes were open, but it was an eternity of fighting back the nauseating certainty that I was falling, fighting the flutter of eyelids weighted beneath a crippling exhaustion before I could begin to see.

Amber eyes. Plush lips drawn into a smile so overcome with relief, I couldn’t fight the tears that burned my own eyes at the mere sight of it. Hands shook where they touched me; my arm, my shin, clenched around my own hand. I knew their faces; their names, and even this: crippled beneath an exhaustion and hurt that forbade even the will to move, was sweeter than those lost dreams because of it. When that glimmer of awareness began to wane, consciousness sinking back into a sleep far more gentle than the last, there was no fear, no dread of never waking, resolute in the certainty that I would always find my way back to them.

Tech hovered barely a meter from my bedside. A mound of pillows and rolled up blankets nestled meticulously about my medbag lay behind me; a makeshift cushion to help me sit up on my own. The worst of the pain was gone, and the fever had long since quelled, but I still found myself staggering beneath fatigue, muscles too weak to support myself enough to even lift a hydropack to my lips unassisted. I’d slept for nearly two days after Hunter and the others returned with that concoction and was only able to stay awake for short periods after, but there was always someone with me; Wrecker carefully working his thumbs over my palm like I’d shown him weeks prior, Echo urging me to choke down at least a few sips of a protein shake I could barely taste, Hunter eagerly offering to help me sit up or get another pillow to make me more comfortable, while Crosshair merely provided a quiet companionship, hand simply resting atop mine, fingers occasionally shifting just enough to remind me that he was there, and Tech…

Tech was in constant motion, repeating scans, titrating what nutrients and medications flowed through the thin tube still attached to my hand, insisting on pushing me to move as much as I could ‘to stimulate blood flow and limit risk of clots.’ The way his cheeks flushed when I reminded him of my profession, voice scratchy and almost too hoarse to make sense of, eased a near silent laugh from me.

I couldn’t help but smile as I watched him work his way through every line of the last scan, unsure if he’d even noticed I was awake yet. When he tread near enough to my bed, I managed to extend my fingers just enough to reach his.

“Oh,” The surprise in that quick sound drew a quiet chuckle from me, but he didn’t hesitate in letting his hand wrap gently around mine. “I anticipated you to sleep for at least another hour – I believe that is indicative of you improving.” He said, a subtle pleasure warming his words. “How are you feeling?” My initial response was a simple shrug of my uninjured shoulder.

“Still can’t move my arm.” I admitted, voice cracking around almost every syllable. “More awake, though.”

“Hmm, I’m afraid my suspicions of nerve damage from the arrow may have been accurate after all… We’ll know more once we reach Kamino, though. For how primitive they may be, the indigenous species of that planet proved remarkably adept at disabling enemy combatants.” I didn’t shy from his theory, having already considered the possibility myself, but I fought not to think of the consequences if it was true, if I lost the use of my right arm entirely…

“Will you tell me about them?” The quiet plea seemed to linger in the air around us as he forced back initial flicker of excitement, but, when he met my eyes, when he saw the encouraging smirk just touching the edges of my lips, he let himself relax, gaze softening with a smile of his own.

“Of course.” He murmured, shifting to face me. “They don’t have a name for themselves – there wasn’t a need for one before now. It’s fascinating: they communicate primarily with scent – that’s how they are able to maneuver beneath the bramble so quickly: delicate olfactory organs on their forefeet read methodically calibrated scents left behind by scouts to create a three-dimensional image in a fraction of a second.” At some point, he’d abandoned his datapad, and I couldn’t help but beam at the way his other hand came to rest over mine as well, fingertips tracing absently atop my wrist, trailing the delicate lines of tendons to sweep over the ridges of my knuckles. “Verbal language is considered rudimentary to them, and only used in emergent circumstances; that’s why it was so difficult to begin a dialogue with them.”

“How did you?” His grin grew, and my heart soared at the joy that lit in his eyes.

“Given their physical characteristics, I was able to estimate an approximation of what their dialect might sound like and compared it to known languages. Geonosian had enough similarities to encourage it to speak, and the decryption program in my overlay established speech patterns. After that, it was just a matter of convincing them that it was never our intentions to cause them harm.”

“With how many times we shot them, I imagine that was a hard sell.” He let out a quiet chuckle, gaze dropping to study the thoughtless shapes he drew atop the back of my hand.

“I was… worried,” he said, voice dropping into a whisper, “that you wouldn’t wake up… By the time we returned you…”

“Looked like a corpse?” I finished for him. I knew how quickly the poison robbed the color from my skin, how slow and weak my breathing had become. His fingers tapped lightly against the knot of bone at the base of my wrist.

“Yes.” He answered simply. I let out a slow breath, head sinking back against swell of mismatched cushions.

“I was worried, too.” I didn’t look at him as I said it, almost unwilling to admit the depth of my fear even to him. “I was so afraid to fall asleep… I tried so hard to fight it.” His nervous movements stilled, focus turning back to me.

“Thank you.” Gaze raising to meet his once more, I waited in silence as he toiled over how to explain. “While there is little correlation between survival rates and the intent to ‘fight’ against death, the sentiment is comforting.” My fingers tightened around his, and some of the tension eased from his shoulders with a slow exhale.

“Given that you are clearly more alert, I believe it would appropriate to increase the duration of your exercises.” Laughing softly, I let out a groan of feigned reluctance, but the smile on my lips was unmistakable.

“Can I ask you something?” Hunter merely hummed in reply as he continued working the tangles from my hair, the strands still damp with the waterless cleaner he’d used. “What did you say? Just as I was falling asleep?” His hands stopped, breath catching in his chest. We’d fallen into a gentle, almost meditative quiet after he’d offered to tend the mess of knots worsening every hour I lay stuck in that cot, but my mind kept wandering back to that moment, to how desperately I’d tried to hear him as the toxin finally pulled me into that frightful slumber.

“Um,” I glanced toward him at the nervous sound, shocked to find a faint blush stealing up his neck. “I… I think was telling you to stay.”

“You think?” What hint of teasing I’d intended the question to have fell short as the words left in a barely murmured whisper. He was quiet a moment longer before finally letting his eyes meet mine, and I froze at the deep quiet that suddenly filled him.

“I asked you to fight; to stay with me.” There was lingering hesitation in the rich lull of his voice. “I told you that I couldn’t lose you.” I knew he could hear how my heart jumped at his words, could smell the adrenaline flutter through my chest in bursts of electricity as I lay before him, lips just beginning to part.

The Marauder shook with the gentle turbulence of leaving lightspeed, and I was certain Kamino lay just beyond the cockpit’s viewpoint. Hunter let out a quiet sigh as his attention turned toward the front of the ship, hands slipping reluctantly from my hair.

“I should hale General Ti; let her know we’re about to land.”

“Hunter.” I called just as he began to step away, and he instantly froze, just glancing over his shoulder toward me. “I can’t lose you, either.” I whispered. He didn’t respond for a long moment, chin falling toward his chest as he thought over my words. With a small nod, he reached out to rest his hand against my shin. I waited for him to say something, could feel the words caught just behind his teeth, but, in that same quiet, he continued out of the medbay.

I knew to expect the flurry of activity the instant we landed, knew the medics that swept me away had already received a painfully detailed report from Tech and likely knew more about my injuries than I did, but the helplessness of being the one in the gurney instead of being the one pushing it was something I would never get used to. It was almost a relief to be sedated purely to be free of that crippling vulnerability. Waking to a room of familiar faces adorned with stranger’s eyes, however, left me anxious in a way I hadn’t been expecting, and I found gaze constantly flicking back to the doorway near me, fingers toying with the sling locking my right arm to my chest. When someone I did recognize finally entered, I couldn’t help but gasp.

“Boost!” His lips instantly stretched into a beaming grin as those rust-tinted eyes met mine.

“Med’ika!” Shoulders shaking beneath an eager laughter, he quickly trotted across the room, nearly pulling me from the bed entirely with the ferocity of his embrace, and I couldn’t silence the fit a giggles the escaped me.

“Wha-what are you doing here?” I asked, voice rich with glee.

“The General got a message that you’d been hurt. Again.” Sinker answered dryly as he followed Boost to my bedside, eyes narrowed in an annoyed glare.

“Hey! I’m not trying to end up here!” I shot back, but there was no heat to my retort, and I couldn’t stifle the chuckle as he silently cocked his brow in reply.

“Ignore him, cyare; he’s just all flustered that he finally gets to see you again and doesn’t know how to handle emotions.” Boost whispered loud enough for the Sergeant to hear, arms still locked around me. Sinker’s lips had just bunched into a scowl to reply when Warthog and Comet trailed in.

“Careful, Boost; Sink might start blushin’.” The pilot teased, immediately earning a hard shove from his brother.

“Enough! You guys are going to get us thrown out.” Comet nearly hissed, glancing over his shoulder toward the door. Boost finally released me as the others approached, and I eagerly hugged each one, pointedly ignoring the flush of red tinting Sinker’s face.

“I only got here a day ago. Were you already on Kamino?” I asked, cheeks aching from my relentless grin.

“Not quite.” Comet admitted with a shrug.

“We were only a few systems away, so Plo called for some, uh, unscheduled ship maintenance.” Boost explained. “He’s checking in with General Ti, now.”

“And Wolffe? Where’s he?” The glee instantly drained from that scarred face, and my heart dropped. Brows just twitching together, I briefly clung to some hope of denial even as the sharp pang of regret and guilt and loss tore through my chest, jaw falling open in something just threatening to become a sob.

“Boost.” The familiar growl of that impatient voice ripped a sharp sigh of relief from me, and I instantly turned to slam the back of my hand against Boost’s chest plate, ire only worsening at his barely restrained laughter.

“He was just giving your doctors hell, med’ika.” Warthog chimed, shaking his head.

“If they can’t give a detailed report on a surgery they just preformed, then they shouldn’t be running a medbay.” Their commander retorted before turning his attention to me. “And you, little one, have been blatantly ignoring my orders.” Despite the veil of disappointment, I could see the warmth in his mismatched eyes.

“Wolffe, come hug me or I swear I’ll hobble out of this bed after you.” I threatened, still recovering from the brief certainly that I’d lost him. He stood still for a moment longer, almost challenging me to prove my words, but, with a barely huffed chuckle, crossed the room to pull me flush against his chest, and I couldn’t help but melt against him, arm locking around his shoulders.

“It’s good to see you, kid.” He murmured, shifting just enough to let the words flutter through my hair to send a flush of gooseflesh skittering over my skin.

“Still not a kid.” I chimed back, nestling my face into his neck for what precious few seconds I could until he reluctantly pulled away.

“What’d they tell you about your arm?” He asked pointedly as he stood back, shoulders automatically straightening.

“I know one nerve was severed and another got nicked. They haven’t said much about if they were able to fix it, but,” I grasped the fingers of my right hand and lifted just enough for them to flop down totally limp when I let go. “I think I can figure that out.” Comet gently reached out to grasp my shoulder, and I shot him a grateful smile.

“They fixed it.” Wolffe stated, drawing my attention back to him in a rush of hope and confusion. “Just not in the way you might have liked.” I didn’t move, breath staling in my lungs as I waited silently for him to explain. “You’ve got a few more bits of cybernetics in there, but you’ll get full use of your arm back.” Oh. My gaze fell to some point beyond the fin of his left paldron.

“It’s just little ones.” Boost offered. I forced my lips into another smile that I knew none of them believed. Drawing a steadying breath, I turned back toward Wolffe.

“Thank you for telling me.” That, at least, sounded genuine, and the fierce man before me gave a subtle nod in reply.

“One more thing,” He started, tone returning to that threat of reprimand. “I taught you that hold to protect yourself, not to go around embarrassing shinies.” My eyes widened, cheeks just hinting at a flush before a fresh burst of laughter escaped me.

“I never apologized before, Commander; don’t go thinking I’ve gone soft just because you aren’t bossing me around anymore.” I teased, and my heart leapt at the smirk that toyed with the corner of his lips.

The sound of approaching footsteps drew everyone’s attention back to the door, half expecting a medic to enter with the intent of kicking everyone out, but when Hunter entered the room, everyone seemed to tense.

“Sergeant.” Wolffe nearly spat the title, eyes burring into Hunter like he was sizing him up and found him wanting. Hunter responded in kind, shoulders pulling back slightly as he returned that glare unflinchingly.

“Commander.”

“Think we should probably go check on the General.” Comet suggested suddenly before turning back to me. “We’ll come check on you again soon, med’ika. No more getting yourself nearly killed.” He leaned over to touch his forehead to mine, hand briefly slipping through my hair.

“You better.” I replied eagerly.

“‘Nearly killed’ is better than ‘totally killed.’” Warthog commented with a shrug before moving up to repeat the same gesture as Comet.

“Quit causing so much trouble.” Sinker chided as he took his turn in saying farewell.

“Yeah – every time we get a message that somethin’ happened to you, he turns into a nightmare for days.” Warthog added, stepping quickly through the door to avoid the helmet his brother launched at him. Wolffe rolled his eyes with a short sigh.

“When you miss me, remember: we’ll always have Ryloth.” Boost practically sobbed, pulling me back into a crushing hug, and I couldn’t help but laugh. As he finally released me and, every step slowed with reluctance, tread from the room, Wolffe finally returned to my bedside. He didn’t say anything as he leaned down to press his brow to mine, hand resting firmly around the back of my neck.

“Take care of yourself, kid.” He murmured, stepping back with a slow breath. I let my head droop toward my shoulder, all façade of annoyance lost in the warm smile pulling at my lips.

“You too, Wolffe.” I replied softly. As he moved to leave, his eyes locked once more on Hunter, who’d merely stepped back to allow the other clones their farewells. I didn’t need to see his face to know the look of sharp disapproval on the commander’s face, but he said nothing more as he left.

“The kriff was that about?” He muttered after their footsteps began to fade, still glancing toward the door.

“I think he just misses me.” I answered with a shrug. Forcing himself to abandon the lingering unease, he turned his attention to me, gaze sweeping over my prone form, catching on the splinted leg and restrained arm with a look of guilt I instantly began searching for way to alleviate.

“Doc, I need to tell you something.” He started, voice dropping as those gorgeous, sorrow-filled eyes turned back to mine. “About your arm…”

“Wolffe told me about the implant.” I said, hoping to lessen whatever dread halted his tongue.

“I made them give it to you.” He looked like he was waiting for me to yell, for some violent response of rage and disgust. I was so taken aback by his worry, I hadn’t yet grasped the meaning of his words. “There was a chance they could fix it, but odds weren’t great, and the recovery time… then maybe needing the cybernetic anyway and needing to recover from that… I made the call.” I felt my eyes widen, lips falling slack as I finally understood, and his jaw tensed, readying himself for my response. When a quiet scoff escaped me, he froze.

“I guess you would count as my medical proxy, wouldn’t you?” He didn’t answer, and I realized that was likely a concept he would never have learned of. Clones were allotted little autonomy toward their own persons, so why would they learn the legality of making medical decisions for someone else? With a slow breath, I held my hand out. He hesitated for barely a second before taking it.

“It was the right call.” I whispered, and his shoulders sank beneath the weight that lifted from him, fingers tightening gratefully around mine. “Besides, I still owe you another massage – can’t do that with only one working hand.” With an almost sobbed chuckle, he abandoned my hand to wrench me against him, tucking me possessively to his chest. I knew the recovery would be tedious, but, hidden against him like that, relishing in the warmth radiating from that embrace that I would never tire of, I couldn’t help but lose all sense of dread towards whatever hardships awaited me.

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wantonlywindswept · 10 months

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fox & rex ficbit

finally wrote some tcw! whoo.

tbh not entirely sure where this is headed (a lie: i know exactly where i want this to end up, and it is with alpha-17 storming coruscant in a fit of protective rage and also murder) and atm it’s just a lot of exposition ideas because...i still have no real solid feel for the characters?? so i’m kind of working through that.

it is exhausting. star wars fanon you are exhausting. why can my brain not just write with the tropes and be done with it

anyway basically rex and fox are alpha-17′s feral children/brothers/students/?? because all three of them are competent chaos gremlins. set vaguely after geonosis but before the GAR is actually properly structured, bc if star wars doesn’t know what its timeline is then why the hell should i

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Growing up on Kamino, Rex and Fox had three things in common: a taste for the popularly-loathed blue carbohydrate cubes, an unstoppable compulsion to always be the best at anything they did, and the extremely dubious honor of being Alpha-17's favorites.

Fox was one of the earlier Command Class clones decanted, the eldest of a batch that boasted Wolffe, Gree, Bly, and Cody: possibly the strongest CC batch that Kamino would ever produce. He came out with a massive chip on his shoulder and left his tact in his tube, and made a sport of talking back to every single trainer in the Cuy'val Dar--which was why he once spent two weeks in Medical with broken ribs, a punctured lung, and Dred Priest's bootprints on his chest.

On the other hand, Rex came from a CT batch that was nearly flushed for genetic deviation, and of the original five, only he and Crys made it past cadet training. He clawed to the top of all his training modules fueled by fear and spite, and did everything by the book to avoid any kind of attention that might further mark him as defective: he kept his head down and his mouth shut, no matter what he actually thought about things.

Alpha's ARC training was good for the both of them, in the end: it taught Rex how to speak his mind, and it taught Fox how to shut the fuck up.

"15 - 5," Alpha announced cheerfully, leaning on his training staff without even the slightest indication of being tired. Fox, flat on his back at Alpha's feet, wheezed something that might have been a curse.

"I'm starting to think that those 5 were a fluke," Rex said blandly.

Fox's next growl was definitely a curse, and he lifted trembling hands to sign something insulting and anatomically improbable in Rex's direction.

"Go on, stop whining into my mats," Alpha said, nudging Fox in the side with his foot. "It's time for me to beat the other little brat into the ground."

Rex watched, snickering, as Fox very clearly struggled to keep from offering Alpha a similar insult.

It was good that he was finally developing a sense of self-preservation.

It was just the three of them left in the gym, long after most sane troopers retreated to lick their wounds and get some kind of rest before they did the same thing all over again tomorrow. Even Fox's certifiably unhinged batch had abandoned them after a couple hours of extra training; most of the CCs had been tagged for the ARC classes, but some were taking to it with a little more enthusiasm than others.

Fox peeled himself off the floor, using his staff as a crutch as he staggered to the deceptive safety outside of the training ring. He passed Rex along the way; his encouraging pat on the shoulder turned into more of an uncoordinated smack to the side of the head, which Rex magnanimously decided to forgive on account of knowing he'd probably need Fox's help standing up later.

Alpha was brutal, and relentless, and more than a little bit of a dick, but he wasn't cruel. He pushed them hard, taught them everything he knew, and if sometimes Rex caught him looking at them like he was worried they'd vanish the moment they left his sight, well.

The campaign on Geonosis had been a hell of a debut. They'd lost thousands of brothers, and now they were all on edge waiting for their official postings. There was no telling where they'd end up next.

Fox would undoubtedly be deployed where the fighting was the heaviest; he came off Geonosis with a dossier of accolades and a near-spotless string of victories. The rest of his batch had done equally well--all save Cody, who'd been unwillingly left behind on Kamino with a grade three concussion and a broken orbital bone, courtesy of one of Isabet Reau's battle circles.

Rex was probably destined for something similar. He'd performed well enough that he was guaranteed an officer commission, and he'd been all but adopted into the Command class after taking control of a battalion that had lost their commanding officer. It would be an absolute waste to not send him to the front lines.

Once ARC training was over, once they got their assignments and shipped out, it was entirely possible this would be the last time that Alpha saw them both alive.

With that cheery thought in mind, Rex spun the staff in his hands, met Alpha's grim expression with a sharp nod, and launched himself into the ring.

(Later, after Alpha dumped them both in the showers and ordered them not to drown, Fox gave him so much shit for only managing to win three matches out of twenty. But he also hauled Rex into the closer barracks that he shared with his batch, shoved him into the empty bed, and immediately passed out on him, which was enough of a comfort that Rex figured he could put off his vengeance for later.

Maybe in the morning.

Maybe after they came back from the war, and they could prove to Alpha that he hadn't just sent them off to die.)

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cloneloverrrrr · 5 months

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I'd like to humbly request Smut Prompts III #27 "Feels good, doesn't it?" with Wolffe (soft Wolffe?)?

Ooooh a soft Wolffe I am so here for this 💁🏻‍♀️💁🏻‍♀️👀👀

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Smut prompt 27 by @thelonelyempath

𝗙𝗲𝗲𝗹𝘀 𝗚𝗼𝗼𝗱 𝗗𝗼𝗲𝘀𝗻𝘁 𝗜𝘁 - 𝗢𝗻𝗲 𝗦𝗵𝗼𝘁

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𝗥𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀:🔞 𝗠𝗶𝗻𝗼𝗿𝘀 𝗗𝗢 𝗡𝗢𝗧 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁 𝗠𝗮𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁

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𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴: 𝗖𝗼𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝗪𝗼𝗹𝗳𝗳𝗲 𝘅 𝗙𝗲𝗺!𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 , 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝗶𝗻𝘀𝗲𝗿𝘁

𝗪𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 2034

𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: 𝗣𝗢𝗥𝗡, 𝗙𝗹𝘂𝗳𝗳𝘆 𝗽𝗼𝗿𝗻, 𝗪𝗼𝗹𝗳𝗳𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘀𝗹𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁𝗹𝘆 𝘁𝗼𝘅𝗶𝗰 / 𝗴𝗿𝘂𝗺𝗽𝘆 𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗹𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝘀𝗺𝘂𝘁, 𝘃𝗮𝗴𝗮𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗹 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗪𝗼𝗹𝗳𝗳𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮 𝘀𝗹𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗱𝗼𝗺, 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝘀𝘂𝗯𝗺𝗶𝘀𝘀𝗶𝘃𝗲, 𝘀𝗹𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗽𝗿𝗮𝗶𝘀𝗲 𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗸𝘀, 𝗯𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗳 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗼𝗳 𝗣 𝗶𝗻 𝗩 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘀𝗲 , 𝘀𝗼𝗳𝘁 𝗪𝗼𝗹𝗳𝗳𝗲 𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗲𝗻𝗱

You let out an exasperated sigh, it had been an extremely long day and all you wanted was to get back to your apartment take a long hot bubble bath and go to sleep. You flag a speeder cab finally able to make your way home.

You thought working as an admin assistant for the GAR of the republic would be on the boring side per say but not today kriff not even the last few days. It’s been all go and to top it off you’ve been butting heads with your lover Commander Wolffe. The last holocall between you both ended in you telling him to go fuck him self. It made your blood boil he seemed rather uninterested in the problems you had going on in your life. He was hot and cold. You were unsure of where this left you both.

After what seemed an eternity you found yourself in front of your apartment door fumbling with the key code.

“FUCK!” You groan out infuriated.

A loud swish of the doors and there he stands leaning against the door frame head cocked to the side , his broad stature inwhite and grey armour blocking your gaze of your cozy front room.

“Long day?” He teases nonchalantly, a raised eyebrow above his cybernetic eye adding to your irritation.

Your left speechless for a few seconds before trying to push past him. His arrogance astounds you.

A tense silence falls between you both and you notice Wolffes jaw clenching. He stares down at you with a serious look.

“Move Wolffe” you hiss finally snaking past him storming off to the fresher.

Heavy footsteps clunk against your marble flooring and a strong hand grabs your shoulder pulling you flush to his body. The cool feel of his armour brings slight relief to the tension headache you had brewing.

His arms wrap around you firmly. He breathes in your scent. A gloved hand trails upto your neck, strong merciless fingers clasp across your throat, he grinds into you from behind stretching your neck out pushing your cheek into his shoulder.

“I’ve missed you mesh’la” his voice low laced with lust.

You both stand there as he holds you, arms coiling tighter around you, you feel his lips graze your neck as he grinds into you gently once more. The air around you stills you almost forget how to breathe.

“So fucking much”

You turn around to face him, his eyes dark and hypnotising. It beckons you closer. His large hand begins to caress your cheek and you melt into his touch. His thumb brushes down the outside of your neck stopping at the collar of your works jacket.

A wordless demand for you to strip.

And so you do until your down to the black lace bra and matching high waist thong. Wolffes gaze searches yours with a dangerous glint in his eyes. You step over your skirt and walk towards him. He rubs his thumb over his bottom lip, the corner of his lips quirks into a sensual smile. His domineering stare as you looks you up and down hungrily.

You swallow hard with anticipation. Your blood starts to pump that notch faster fuelled with arousal. Maker you have missed him more than you care to let on.

He pulls you in by your wrists, firm but gentle.

His lips invade yours, his warmth permeating your nearly naked skin, his spicy amber and woody scent invading your nostrils, his hands roam every curve of your body until the reach the clasp on your bra discarding it by your feet. One hand palms the curve of your spine the other runs down between your naked breasts. The sudden cool air hits you causing your nipples to prickle into little buds. You cling onto him like the he is the only thing left in this galaxy. Your skin burns and your core aches.

Wolffe picks you up completely effortless and carries you into the bedroom, he places you down on the edge of the bed with great care like your a China doll that will smash into a thousand pieces if he’s not cautious.

Your tired body welcomes the feeling of the plush silk against your flesh.

“Let me take care of you mesh’la. Lay on your stomach and don’t move” his tone much softer then usual but still possessive.

You bite your bottom lip to stifle a chuckle.

He is the only person who has entered your life who you have completely submitted too. It’s alluring.

Being as obedient as ever for the clone Commander you lay down flat on your stomach, your arms crossed you rest your head down closing your eyes. A sensation of a relaxing calm flows over you.

A little squeak bursts the silence as you feel a cold liquid squirt down your back, the strong smell of lavender fills the air and it’s one you simply adore.

Large calloused hands begin massaging the light oil into your back , his fingers work expertly in kneading your tight muscles and manipulating the knots from your soft tissue. You sigh in contentment feeling the events of the last few days melt away.

Wolffe has never been this way towards you. You have been together months and this surprises you, however you shan’t be one to complain.

“Thank you Wolffe this is truly wonderful” you coo quietly.

You hear a dry chuckle from behind you, the feeling of his hands sliding down your spine achingly slow stopping as he reaches your thong. Wolffe drags his nose across your ass cheeks into the base of your back. Pausing for a moment. He playfully snags at the fabric pushing it to the side. The warmth of his breath hot against your skin.

A ghosting brush off his oily finger tip slides over the undergarment following the trail down between your cheeks until he reaches your core. He takes in a deep breath. His fingers slide up and down your slit then a invasion of your moist core forces a soft gasp from your mouth. His finger slowly pumps in and out a lazy pace.

“Wolffe-“ you say breathlessly

Another finger enters you stretching you both sliding in and out. His lips trail against your pussy just barley but it shoots a thrilling tingle throughout your whole body. Your moaning picks up as he finger fucks you harder. His motions are controlled and dominating.

“Feels good , doesn’t it?” He rasps strained.

His voice is low and dangerous yet so intoxicating.

Carnal desire pulsing deep inside of you.

“Ye- yes oh Wolffe it feels so good” your moans faded as you push your face into the sheets gripping the side of the bed.

You writhe under him desperately trying to grind to help with the boiling needy ache between your legs. Your hips buck against his hand again and again. You needed more. You needed him inside of you. The moans are needy and hot. You are so consumed with desire for this clone.

“You sound so fucking pretty when you moan like that mesh’la” his voice as rough as the callouses that decorate his hands.

Wolffe let’s a low growl it rumbles deep in the back of his throat, placing his other hand flat across your back to still you. The room is hot and filled with desire, sweat and oil slick your skin, your breathing quickens. His muscular body encircles you, traps you in like fresh pray. The pace of his fingers becoming sadistic as he explores inside you pressing upwards to that sweet sensitive spongy part. He knows what he is doing , he knows how to bring utter pleasure, how to manipulate your body into submitting for him and only him.

The filthy wet squelching sounds your tight cunt makes as his fingers ram into you fast and severe are heavenly music to his ears, gratifying pleasure to his domineering primal needs. You are unable to muffle your loud pitiful moans.

“FUCK! those sounds you make for me - don’t stop” satisfaction laces his every word.

The pressure inside you swirls around and around, goosebumps break out across your skin. You inhale its sharp piercing your lungs, as you move your arm back to feel for Wolffe and your met with his throbbing hard length , his swollen tip leaking pre cum.

You glance back through hazy eyes with swollen parted lips. Wolffe sits up his gaze takes hold of yours , strong , intimidating yet a hint of softness. A twinkle i. his stern face. He leans down to place gentle feather light kisses across your spine.

“I’m sorry for the way I am mesh’la” his words tug at your heart strings before his lips fall back to your burning skin.

Once again his fingers become faster, your cunt throbs and you moan,rolling your hips against his palm. Wolffe had relinquished his strong hold from your back to softly caress your inner thigh. His touch is teasing, his fingers pumping you with a harsh force.

Trembles lay siege to your body, the heats bubbles over you succumb to him. His fingers pushing up further and deeper. Unable to control your lewd moans you arch your back up allowing him to add a third finger. The sting pains your convulsing cunt before erupting into pure rapture.

“Good girl, keep doing that mesh’la” his restrained mummers of encouragement send a biting thrill dancing over your body, you see white shining stars, your eyes roll back in your head. Euphoria erupts thick and fast. Sex drunk from just his fingers your mind fades out into an empty black hole of nothingness.

You cum hard coating his thick fingers in your wet sweet release. You pant and claw at your delicate sheets rubbing against your body. You chant his name over and over between broken sobs of gratification.

Wolffes feral grunts and groans reverberate sending molten shivers down your spine. The palpitating heat from his touch never fails to engulf your senses. A divine feeling.

“Just like that-“ his words are as breathless as you, barely above a whisper.

Wolffe gathers up your cum on his fingers pushing the remains back into you that have slithered out, a trail follows his fingers as he removes them one by one. A breathy whine escapes your lips, a huff at the loss of the fullness he gave you only moments ago. Light cursing in his native tongue send heat oozing back through you.

He flips you over to lay you down flat on your back tucked underneath him. His arms cage you in, the lights from the city of Coruscant cast a warm glow upon your face. He studies you with endearment, his gaze so intoxicating. An air of danger floats around him yet you feel so safe.

Wolffe leans up slightly placing one hand against your headboard the other pushes a single strand of your silky hair behind your ear as you place the palm of your hand against his chest. You can feel the sturdy beat of his heart, you can see the slow controlled rise and fall of his chest. You nimbly trace each and every scar scattered across his torso before gracefully clasping both hands around the nape of his neck pulling him closer. You appreciate his handsomeness in this magnificent moment you will cherish for a lifetime.

A fiery tension begins building between your legs once more, you ache for him for all of him. He understands your muted demands. A tingle sizzles sending jolts of electric through every fibre within as he aligns his mammoth size to your wet needy core sliding in with ease, every vein and rib drags against the inside of your walls.

“I will love you forever and a day , my dear sweet mesh’la remember that” his voice low far huskier than before.

“You are the reason I stay alive. The beat to my heart. I give you my word I will keep you safe.”

Flames lick up your muscles as Wolffe begins to take you to heaven.

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fluffyhare · 11 days

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How in the hey. You and nikki both. First you callin me obvious. And nikki be calling me out. How dare Ò3Ó the nerve. The sheer audacity of you two. Also I just saw Avery getting got by the tickle gentleman and that shit adorable. I warned to be careful but oh well hehehehe

-Wolffofspades

What can I say? You have a very distinctive typing style! Heh. I agree, it's so cute... I just melted seeing that... and, why should I be careful? Avery is obviously having the time of his life. 💙 Admitting it explicitly might be a bridge too far, even for him, but... the cloud man loves being tickled~

#oh my lee!avery #oh my sweet cloud #im so soft over him #ask #wolff

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wolffwish · 1 year

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More Than Just A Short Time

Warnings: Distressed reader, miscarriage, mentions of anxiety, panic attack, soft!Toto x reader,

A/N: Personal experience used here, so please be understanding. 2022 was the worst year of my life, losing a baby and my fiancé within 3 months of eachother. I’ve been wanting to write something for months, to try and help me cope with my emotions. This hasn’t been spell checked, I literally have finished it and pressed post. So please bear with me if there’s any mistakes or it’s not that great, or sonically cohesive. It’s literally a coping mechanism. I’ve also tried to incorporate Taylor Swift’s “Bigger Than The Whole Sky” as that song has bought me a lot of comfort. Thank you so much for reading and I hope soft Toto brings you comfort if you need it ♥️ my inbox is open to anyone if you need to talk about anything.

It’s been a long 5 days without Toto, and your physical health was declining by the hour. Your period was the heaviest it had ever been, but you didn’t want to tell Toto, because everyone has periods and usually, they’re nothing to worry about.

Toto knew you were struggling physically, and had been the ever-supporting husband that you could’ve dreamed of. Virtually working instead of heading into the office, skipping races and rescheduling meetings or holding them online— to the point where he’d be sitting on the bed with his laptop perched on his lap on Zoom with people at Brackley, with you sleeping next to him and him not taking his hand off of your head once, constantly stroking it to ease your pain.

He was away in Bahrain for first race of the season and it was the longest amount of time he’d been for a few months. You hadn’t been feeling that great in the lead up to him leaving, a bit run down and not your usual self, extremely tired and incredibly nauseous. You just assumed it was your birth control playing up again.

It was Sunday. Race day. You were feeling rough, and after yesterday’s ordeal in the ER followed by a strict instruction for bed rest and preferably someone with you, all you wanted to do was curl up on the couch, watch the race and wait for your man to come home.

You hadn’t been contacting him much over the past 4 days, mainly just good morning and good night texts, as you knew he was going to be flat out busy with media, meetings and all the other stuff that goes with the job he’d worked so hard for.

11am. You heard your phone ping, with his specific text tone and notification lighting up your screen.

💬 1 New Message: Toto🐺♥️ — Liebling, I have a free half hour. Can you talk? We need to talk.

“We need to talk”? You read it three times, making sure you were reading it right. Need? Panic sets in. Usually, when anybody receives a message of “We need to talk.”, ending abruptly with a full stop, that’s never a good sign, right? Right.

Before you could even start typing, he was ringing. Accidentally, you pressed the green answer button, steadily putting the phone to your ear.

“Hello?” - your voice broke as you awaited his response.

🐺 “Schatzi? Is that you?”

“What do you mean, is it me? You rang my mobile?”

🐺 “Oh. Thank god. I had a missed call from the hospital, they left a message asking me how you were after yesterday. I didn’t— what happened yesterday, I didn’t know you wen—“

“Oh my god, are you kidding?! They rang you?”

Anger that started in your stomach was slowly making its way up your body, flushing your red cheeks and making your hands grip the phone tighter. You were checked into the ER yesterday after having what you thought was a 3 day long, heavy and extremely painful period. You had to call the ambulance because you were bleeding so heavily you couldn’t control anything, and started to feel dizzy and weak. With nobody around, and Toto working, you had nobody to call.

🐺 “Come on baby, talk to me. Why did you visit the ER?”

You paused. You didn’t know what to say to him, but neither did you want to lie. You knew as soon as the ER nurse asked if you’d had any morning sickness or previous experiences of dark red heavy periods that this wasn’t just a period. You were having a miscarriage, not even knowing you were pregnant.

🐺 “Liebling? Whatever it is, you can tell me. It doesn’t matter that I’m here, ok? You are my priority, just let me in.”

“I can’t tell you over the phone, Toto. I’m sorry. Just concentrate on the race, and I’ll see you later. I love y—“

🐺 “No Schatzi, baby please, I can’t concentrate unless you tell me what’s going on.”

You knew that he wasn’t going to give in. Tears started filling your eyes and the pit of your stomach started knotting. Emotions got the better of you, your breathing started to get shorter and faster, even though you were trying to disguise every bit of it, so you didn’t make him panic even more. But you just couldn’t do it. You fell apart. You needed him, now more than ever.

“I’m sorry, Toto. I didn’t know. You know I’m on birth control, it was just a heavy period, and then the nurses started asking all these questions about morning sickness and the colour of it and they rigged me up to the machine and started doing all these scans and I was really scared and I didn’t know what to do and then they kept apologising to me and I was in such a state I didn’t know what they were talking about until they— until they said it wasn’t a heavy period, and I’d lost—“

That was it. Uncontrollable tears streamed from your eyes as you relived the worst day of your life all over again, for the millionth time. Hysteria creeping in and your adrenaline winning, you began to shake. You’d been reliving every second of it since you got home, and it took a lot of persuasion for you to the nurses to let you home on your own. But they all knew your situation, they all knew Toto and who he was, so they made an exception. You didn’t think they’d call him.

🐺 “Oh my go—, baby, I’m so sorry. Shit. I should’ve been there, I knew you weren’t right when I left, but I had no idea it could be this—“

“Don’t apologise Toto please, it’s not your fault, I just, I can’t wait to see you later. Please try and just do the race and I’ll be here when you get home.”

🐺 “I don’t care about the race Schatz, baby. I’m coming home now. I’m walking to Rosa right now, she’ll get me on the next flight darling. Hold tight for me, ok?”

You didn’t want to ruin his day like this, especially the first race, but you were done fighting with yourself.

“Ok.” - through tears streaming and sniffles of your nose to try and control your breathing, a simple ‘ok’ was the last thing you said to Toto before dropping the phone on the bed. You’d almost been in denial about the whole thing, and saying it all out loud made it more real. You pulled your legs to your chest, your body still screaming in pain from miscarrying, back pains so intense you feel like your spine is on fire and a headache strong enough to make you squint at any view of light.

You could hear the television in the background, the race build up had started and you began watching it hoping it would distract you from everything that was happening in your head at that very moment.

The grid walk started, and Martin Brundle was desperately searching around for Toto to ask him where he thinks the two Mercs’ we’re going to finish today’s race. He eventually came across Shov, who was ready for an interview.

MB: “I was hoping to talk to your boss, any idea where I can find him?”

AS: “He’s had to rush off, personal matter, so won’t be able to watch the race today, but I can answer any questions you may have - just not with as much Austrian flare as he does!” he tried to laugh and distract from the situation- but you knew social media was about to blow up.

A few hours passed, and the sheer emotional state you were in made you fall asleep at some point during the race. You woke up as the podium ceremony started, that damn Dutch national anthem again. You flicked over the channels and started watching some random nature show about birds. Anything but that damn podium.

Anxiously waiting for Toto to arrive, you kept drifting off to sleep, losing track of the time, until you heard a key in the door and footsteps running up the stairs.

“Schatzi, where are you baby? I’m ho—“

The bedroom door swung open and there he was, still dressed in his white button down shirt and black trousers, so damn handsome. Your man was home.

“Toto, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” Tears streaming, you sat up on the bed, trying to adjust your body to a position you weren’t in pain.

“Baby, it’s okay. Come here, little one.” Toto softly sat down in front of you, cupping your face in both hands and softly brushing the tears on your cheeks away with the pad of his thumbs. “I’m so sorry, baby. I’m so sorry.” He brought his lips up to your forehead, pressing the most gentle kiss just above your left eyebrow, muffling the words “Let go baby, I’m here now. Just let it all out.”

The reassuring words from Toto meant every single emotion waved over you like a tsunami, and you fell apart in his arms. The tears came streaming down your face as you leant forward into him. You adjusted your body so you were sitting side aways on his lap, legs resting on the bed and head resting in his shoulder. His arms wrapped around you like he was protecting the world, his gentle touches making you feel safer than you’d ever felt.

“Let’s get you into bed properly, baby, get you more comfortable.” Without hesitation, Toto stood up with you in his arms as he gently walked around the bed, making sure not to walk into any furniture or make any sudden movements. He slowly leant down, to lay you on his side of the bed. He grabbed a blanket, took his shirt and trousers off, walked round to the other side of the bed and got in with you.

“Are you comfortable? Do you need to move?” He asked as you started rolling over as he got into the bed beside you.

“I can’t get comfy, it’s so frustrating, everything hurts and I can’t move without feeling like I’m making a mess everywhere, it’s horrible.”

“Hey hey baby, it’s okay, don’t cry. It doesn’t matter if there’s mess, we can clean it up, okay? Come here, lay here.” He perched himself up on the headboard, his bare chest gleaming in the night light that was the only light on in the room. The smell of him just felt like home. Lightly tapping his torso, he helped you lay your head on his chest, right on his heart. You moved your arm over his toned tummy, slightly tapping your fingers over the grooves of his muscles.

“There we go baby, you just lay there and relax now. It’s okay, I’ve got you my girl.”

A few minutes of silence passed as Toto gently run his fingers through your hair, up and down your back and over your shoulder.

“Toto?”

“Yes, baby? What is it?”

“We’re never gonna meet her.”

You didn’t know if it was a girl or a boy, but your initial thought was it was a girl. You don’t know why. It’d been playing on your mind all day whenever you caught yourself thinking about what would’ve been, what could’ve been and what should’ve been.

A deep breath came from the pits of his stomach as he saw your heart break in front of him.

“I know darling, I know. But look…” he pointed out towards the night sky, a sky full of stars. A sky so beautiful, that you would’ve thought you’d made it up.

“She’s up there. She knows you’re looking at her. Hey, she’s that really bright one, look” he points to a specific star, that is, quite literally, the brightest one in the sky. “She’s bigger than the whole sky, isn’t she?” he looks down at you, as you’d cocked your head to see the star he was talking about. Making eye contact, one side of his mouth turned into a slight smile, as he leant down to kiss you on the lips. “I love you, little one.”

You kissed him back, finally feeling like a weight had been lifted off of your shoulders now he was home.

“I love you too, Papi.”

He smiled down at you again, bringing his hand up to the side of your face and gently guiding your head to lay on his chest. You heard him snuffle, and felt a teardrop on hairline where your hair meets your forehead.

“Toto?” You looked up at him, tears in his eyes as he looked out of the window.

He responded immediately. “It’s okay, baby. I’m okay, I’m just so sorry I wasn’t here.”

“Don’t be sorry, I’m sorry for not telling you when it happened. I just didn’t want to pull you away from work and—“

“Baby listen to me. You are my world, ok? Nothing is more important than you. I would sail the seven oceans to be with you in a heartbeat. Don’t ever think anything is more important than you, Schatz. I love you so much it hurts.”

He looked down at you again, kissing the top of your head and stroking your hair. “You can rest now, baby. Daddy’s got you.”

You closed your eyes and felt your entire body relax into the indentation of his body, and sunk into the bed with him. The soft strokes of his hands over your arms, hair and back brought you more comfort than you’d ever felt before, and the sound of his slow controlled breathing meant your breathing started syncing with his. You both drifted off to sleep, holding each other close. His arms wrapped around you, you laying on his chest.

This was home. He was home. He is your home.

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wild-karrde · 2 years

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Reposting this Wolffe x Reader ficlet from a while back since it has been brought to my attention that Tumblr has scarfed it and I can't find it anywhere. :(

Anyway, here's some Wolffe fluff for you all from the quote prompt "You feel like home to me."

Rating - G

Kriff. He’ll be here any minute.

You stub your toe on the corner of bed and swear loudly as you sweep all of the laundry you just folded into its respective drawers before straightening the duvet on the bed one last time. You nod.

That’ll have to do.

You sprint to the other end of the apartment and readjust the fresh flowers in the vase on the kitchen table again, still not totally satisfied with the blooms, but time is short. You move to the couch, working the divots out of the pillows and fluffing them so that they look inviting to lean against. You inspect the floor and rug for any places you may have missed cleaning and are considering one final pass over everything with the vacuum when the doorbell chimes.

He’s here.

You try to quell your excitement as you throw the door open. “Hey stranger.”

Wolffe looks dead on his feet, but he gives you a smile that still warms you from the inside out. You’re not sure how, but his cybernetic eye is twinkling as much as his biological brown one as he observes you in the doorway. “Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes,” he teases.

You take his helmet from his hands, noting he hasn’t even had time to run to the barracks to clean up or change. There’s still dust and dried mud flecks all over him. You take his hand, pulling him inside. As Wolffe follows you into your apartment, you see his brow furrow.

“What’s wrong?”

He gives you a wry smile. “Nothing. It’s just that… everything in here is so clean, and I’m filthy. Feels like I’m just mucking up your place.”

Oh. You hadn’t thought of that. You recover quickly.

“Tell you what, why don’t I go get a bath running and you can give me your armor and clothes to clean?”

A relieved smile crosses his face. “I think I’d like that. Might need some help undressing though.” His eyebrows wiggle suggestively, a total contradiction to his normally gruff exterior, and it makes you giggle.

“If you insist.”

You lead him into your small bathroom and begin working at the clasps on his armor with practiced hands. It’s cramped in the small space, and at one point you end up elbowing him in the shoulder. He hisses in pain, and you’re immediately filled with alarm.

“Wolffe?”

He gives you a pained smile, clearly trying to downplay things. “It’s nothing. Just got winged by a blaster. It’s not terrible.”

When you take off his shirt, it is far from not terrible, and your eyes widen as you take in the cauterized wound that had taken a good amount of flesh from his shoulder. His pained expression makes your stomach turn.

You can fix this.

“I’ve got some bacta.”

“Medic already took care of me. Don’t worry about it.”

Your mind races. “How about some whiskey? I’ve got some of your favorite in the kitch…” you trail off mid-sentence as the smell of burning food wafts into your nostrils. Horror settles into your heart. Dropping Wolffe’s shirt, you sprint to the kitchen and yank open the oven only to find the roast you’d worked on all morning turned to charcoal. You punch the oven off and lean against the counter heavily.

Kriff .

Your eyes sting, although you can’t be sure if it’s from the smoke lingering around the oven or your feeling of failure. You exhale sharply, trying to think of how you can fix this.

Calloused fingers slip under your chin, raising your gaze to meet mismatched eyes. Wolffe examines you for a moment before glancing down at the oven. “I’m sorry. That seems like a lot of effort went into it.”

“Just this morning. Was supposed to let it go for a few hours, but I forgot. I’m just so scatterbrained, I swear.”

“Hey.” You look up at him, and he’s studying you carefully now. “I want to ask you something.”

You nod, swallowing the lump in your throat.

Wolffe looks nervous, another departure from his normal demeanor. His tongue darts out to wet his lips before he gently grips your hands. “Why do you do all this for me every time I come here? You always cook elaborate meals, clean this place within an inch of its life, wait on me hand and foot. You’d almost think I was royalty.” He chuckles for a moment before sobering, meeting your eyes once more. “Do I make you feel like you have to do this? Like I expect this of you?” He almost seems afraid of your answer.

You huff in embarrassment, hiding your face in your hands.

Maker alive, you’ve kriffed this up.

“No Wolffe, that’s not it at all.” You hesitate, searching for the words. “Your life is… so hard. I see evidence of that every time you’re here: the grime on your armor, the bags under your eyes, the injuries. And after all that, you don’t have a home to go to. I’ve seen the barracks, that’s not a place to unwind. I wanted this place,” you gesture around you, “to be your escape from it all. To be a place you’d feel was like a home. That’s all.” Your chin is resting against your chest as you stare at your feet, but a soft laugh from Wolffe brings your gaze back up to meet his. He’s smiling, and there’s something behind his expression that you can’t quite place. He wraps his arms around you, placing a kiss to your forehead before resting his chin on the crown of your head.

“You’re right about most of that,” he says softly. “Just got one thing wrong.”

“What was that?”

He leans back, cupping your cheek gently. “You don’t need to go through all this effort. Just being here with you is enough. You feel like home to me.”

You let out a shuddering laugh, the tears leaping back into your eyes as you bury your face in Wolffe’s bare chest, inhaling the smell of his skin, sweat, and blaster smoke. You sigh.

“Alright. But you still need a bath.”

He tips his head back and laughs, and the sound makes you feel like you could float. You live for that sound, for that smile. He grins down at you.

“Only if you join me. And bring the whiskey.”

You kiss him.

“Deal.”

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