#wolffe anon

[clone-anon-after-dark]

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

Word count: 2047

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I care about you, you know.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Do you like kisses, Wolffe?”

“Yes.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I want to make you happy,” you said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I never will.”

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

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

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

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

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[clone-anon]

If you have time, could you write something with Wolffe and gender neutral tentative reader doing something romantic and sweet?

I can give it a go!

Wolffe could hear how exhausted you were over the comm. He was on his way home after finishing filing reports and he was tired too, but he could tell you were wiped.

"I'll be there within the hour and then let's go out for dinner," he suggested.

"Fine by me," you replied, flopping on to the couch.

Wolffe quickly wrapped up his work and headed your way, but instead of going to see you directly, he picked up dinner. It was a place you both loved and if you were to go out with him, he knew you'd just end up there. He ordered your favorite and hurried to your place.

He found you laying out on the couch with your hand over your forehead, eyes closed. You peeked up to see him with a huge grin on his face.

"Dinner is served," he said, kissing your cheek.

"How did you know," you asked.

"We always end up there anyway. I thought this would be easier."

He gave you a hand up and you went to the kitchen to grab drinks while he took off his armor. You found your way back to the couch together, you leaning against him and briefly resting your head on his shoulder between bites.

He left a kiss on your forehead and mumbled, "Wanna talk about it?"

You told him about your day between bites and asked him about your day. Listening to each other over a meal had become habit and was one of the things you most looked forward to.

"I'm just glad you're home now," you said.

"So am I."

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[whorekneecentral]

sd! toto? this man is the biggest sugar daddy material hands down, like a billionaire. maybe the reader is student at Harvard (i know this type of prompt has been used many times but I can’t think of anything else 😭) she’s studying to be a professor and can’t seem to be paying her student loans. And her friend invited her over to the paddock for the weekend to get her mind off of her studies and relax, where she then meets Toto and there’s a attraction which then leads to him being her secret sugar daddy?

-jenson anon ❤️

jenson anon you are so sexy for this idea ily bae <3333

you thought you knew him from somewhere; your friend ran in all the high end, luxury circles because of who her parents were and when she introduced you to the team principal of mercedes; you knew you had seen him before.

he remembered you before you remembered him - the two of you had met when he did a lecture at harvard. you were telling him that you were getting your PhD so become a professor and he said if you ever changed your mind, you could come work for them.

you never bothered with his comment, you figured you'd never see him again; you had been too busy to even think about that. between school and working to be able to pay for school, you barely had time to breathe.

the only reason you were there is cause your friend's parents paid for everything.

the afternoon goes by, everyone gets busy and your friend eventually disappears when she sees someone she knows.

you were sat in merc hospitality, having a coffee when someone asked if they could sit with you. you look over and see toto.

you tell him go ahead and you two make small talk. he asks how the PhD is going, you tell him it's slowly killing you.

"what do you mean?" the man pushes his glasses up a bit, looking at you.

you shrug, "I might die before I pay back the loans I have." you joked, not really tho.

toto shook his head, "so stupid that you need loans to go to school, to work just to pay back the loans."

"tell me about it." you sighed, spinning the cup around on the table. it goes quiet for a bit before he speaks. "let me pay for it."

you look at him like he's insane, "no, absolutely not. you're very kind for offering but I cannot let you do that."

"why not? it's a good use of my money."

"I wouldn't be able to pay you back, it would kill me to just take the money from you."

toto nods, telling you he understood and the conversation drops.

"we can work something out," he starts and you cut him off, "I can't afford that-"

"no, not like that. uh, so I was thinking more along the lines of you just giving me some company."

you get what he meant and you can't help but laugh. "I'm not looking to be a sugar baby."

"no of course not," he shook his head, "just two friends who benefit from each other?"

"well when you put it like that." you nod, smiling.

toto asked you to join him for the races over your summer break, in exchange he paid for your next two semesters.

you got to travel the world and he got the company he wanted, while your school was paid for.

it was nice, you got to explore on the days you didn't join him on track. he left a card with you which you used for emergencies but he left it with you incase you wanted to shop or stop to eat somewhere. you two had dinner together almost every night, unless he was working late.

he spoiled you with lavish clothing and jewellery to match; you told him it was too much and he said you needed to fit in with the crowd so he's just making sure you don't stick out.

you both knew he just liked to spoil you, that was the whole thing.

the break in the race schedule came up, the drivers off to rest for the summer. toto asked if you'd like to join him in England, spend a few weeks with him relaxing.

you said okay; the 2 of you spent 2 of the 4 weeks in England, resting and getting to know each other properly- and by that I mean in bed.

one too many glasses of wine turned into flirting, into touches and stolen glances and eventually you two ended up going at it right on the deck.

the next 2 weeks were on an island, a little villa all to yourselves, rolling around in bed all morning, waking up to the sun and your lover kissing on you.

you returned to the paddock, toto a little more touchy than before but no one seemed to say anything even tho they noticed the change in the two of you.

#sugar daddy!toto #toto wolff #toto wolff smut #toto wolff x reader #jenson anon :)

[mistressemmedi]

I don't want to be mean but Russell won't survive Fernando's terrorism

I think we're all underestimating George's brand of terrorism. Both are villains, just in different fonts.

The real loser here is Toto who will have to put up with it all.

#anon #q&a #also. as a collateral #Flavio's constant presence in the Merc garage #jfkgkfkdjfjfbfhshsgs #toto wolff #george russell #fernando alonso

[thisismeracing]

https://www.tumblr.com/thisismeracing/733250094790541312/mick-dating-the-sister-of-one-of-the-grid-or-the

No but let's talk about this. Mich x wolff!reader. The daughter who might be in PR or so involved into motorsports and is a constant guest in the Mercedes garage. Them slowly falling in love and then getting together and Toto giving him a talk. Imagine little brother Jack and Susie too giving a talk although Jack's not that threatening.

And the angst potential too because if she'd cry her dad would hug her.

this scenario lives rent-free in my head hehe

Jack would absolutely adore Mick which would make Toto even more jealous. And Susie? She would always ask about him, and how you guys were doing, and be very supportive about it, though she would support your dad every once in a while just because he would be all whiny about how you ended up dating a driver after promising you wouldn't do it.

Whenever they fight, which rarely happens, Toto would be all protective with you, and give Mick death stares from across the room. He loves Mick, but you're his little girl. He doesn't care whose fault it is, he'll stand with you always and he won't even pretend otherwise.

Let's say one day you get into a fight, and the next day it's qualy. Mick ends up talking with Toto and Lewis about the fight, and while Lewis agrees with Mick, Toto would be like "yeah, but you could have acted differently too, it's not her fault, I would be pissed too, Schumacher." And Lewis is like ??? *holding back his laughter* while Mick is like ????? *confusion mode* and when he leaves, George approaches them and tells them it happened to him before, that Toto would always say you were right, though in particular, he would tell you you were wrong. anyways, protective dad!toto.

#millies inbox #anon #ms47 #thots #mick schumacher #f1 x reader #wolff!reader

[staycalmandhugaclone]

Of Cody, Wolffe, Gregor, Howzer, and Fox, who goes into the fresher for a shower with clean clothes to change into and comes out wearing them, who comes out of the fresher in a towel, and who comes out nakkies?

Apparently this is now a series. Let's do this.

Cody: He comes out of the fresher fully prepared for the day. If he has a military engagement, he's in his full kit. If he has plans to meet with someone is a more relaxed manner, he'll be finely dressed with his hair already styled. If he has company over for more... private reasons... well, he has something special to wear for that, too.

Wolffe: Regardless what he has planned for the day, he leaves the fresher in his blacks and immediately adorns his kit in his room - there's more room so it's easier to maneuver into his armor

Gregor: Is there really a question here? This dude comes out in his birthday suit with zero shame. Except that one time there was a non-vod visitor. He just kinda backed away with a "Oops, didn't realize we had company over!" Every word is accompanied with a giggle. "I'll just, hah, I'll be right back." He's too busy making placating gestures to think to cover himself until he's halfway back to the fresher. Mind you, this did not stop him from still coming out naked as the day he was decanted the very next morning.

Howzer: Towel. And Maker, he makes it look good, a fact he's so painfully oblivious to...

Fox: He... may have fallen asleep in there. He wakes in a frenzy and sprints out halfway in his blacks rapidly pulling fabric and armor into place in his frenzy.

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[valyrfia]

What is your opinion on George Russel, do you like him as a driver

I am fond of him! As I've recounted many times to @tsarinablogs though, I don't think he's in Merc to win WDCs, I think he's in Merc as Toto's eventual successor. George will never be Mercedes n1, but he will be future Mercedes Team Principal.

#toto wolff saw a fourteen year old with a powerpoint and a dream and went “that one!” #george russell #toto wolff #mercedes #asks #anon

[lizzowinkyface]

I don't know if you're interested, but seeing Wolffe, Mayday, and/or Fox in the lingerie-thing art you did for Gregor and Rex would quite literally kill me (in a good way) :)

Anything for wolffe baby!!!!! I mean look at him..

That man would look amazing in lingerie 😏😏

And of course this man deserves all the attention and love..so yes...yes for me

And fox...of course!!!!

#wolffe was actually on my bucket list to draw #i just didnt have time #but now #i can 😏😏 #ill get to them right away anon #good shiet #lizzoask #wolffe #mayday #fox #commander wolffe #clone trooper mayday #commander fox #the clone wars #the bad batch

[listen-to-the-inner-walrus]

not really enjoying tumblrs trend of comparing Thomas Andrews to Stockton Rush 😒Could you share how the two differ despite the fact they died by their own creations?

ive been trying to figure out how to tackle this ask for a few days now because theres so much to disentangle, but disentangle i will.

see, this comparison relies on common misinformation and misconceptions about titanic. its a ship thats been romanticised and mythologised for decades, and every portrayal of it from william randolph hearts yellow newspaper coverage to robin gardiners conspiracy theory to jim camerons film.

what im gonna list to disentangle this whole thing is by no means an exhaustive list of titanic misconceptions, only those relevant to this topic

-titanic was a cruise ship - titanic was an ocean liner not a cruise ship (ive detailed the differences in a different ask here)

-titanic was a brand new unique ship never seen before - not true, ocean liners had existed for decades. theres debate about which was the first, but many agree that its the ss great western which launched in 1843. titanic wasnt even the first launched in her class; that honour goes to the rms olympic.

-it was built with substandard materials and cut corners - this is one of those where theres potentially some truth, but its been misrepresented. theres some evidence that the rivets werent the best made, but the board of trade cleared the ship and she was built with the same materials and basically the same design as her sister ship, rms olympic which sailed for 24 years under the nickname "old reliable" and literally rammed a u-boat during ww1 when she was requisitioned as a troop ship. ultimately, the builders were not blamed in the wreck inquiry and the materials used were not substandard.

-it was built as said above due to the choices of j bruce ismay - yeah so this one obviously ties into the above. theres a lot of unreliable sources who seem to believe ismay oversaw the entire design and every cut corner was due to money. this simply isnt true and isnt how this sort of thing worked. white star had a contract with harland and wolff wherein they would build the ship agreed upon and when it was finished, it would be presented to white star and undergo sea trials, and during that time, white star could reject the ship if they considered it substandard. this is what happened to the ss city of rome. unles. the design itself was to be changed a la britannic after titanic sank (improving safety measures), white star could not interfere. ismay could not force them to use different materials.

-it was all ismays fault - okay, i could go on about this for a long time, but this ask isnt about ismay. the gist of it is that history has blamed ismay due to the influence of william randolph hearst (yeah, the guy from newsies and supported hitler) who hated ismay and blamed him entirely. actual evidence shows ismay helped a lot of people during the sinking itself.

-titanic was badly designed - ive kinda gone over this a little already, but again, titanic was not badly built. she was practically identical to olympic which was a fantastic ship. in the design, no risks were taken. most of the designs were enlarged versions of parts of previous successful ships. she was considered the safest ship on the sea. four of her water-tight compartments could be breached without her sinking which was a big fucking deal.

-thomas andrews was the sole designer - there was actually a team of designers that included andrews. he didnt even draw up the original plans; that was alexander carlisle.

-titanic sinking was a unique situation - yeah nah, boats sank a lot around that time. literally two years after, there was a similar disaster with the rms empress of ireland which goes entirely forgotten nowadays. in the same decade, you also had the sinking of lusitania in 1915, principe de asturias in 1916, volturno in 1913 and even thrown in princess sophia in 1918.

-the sinking was actually caused by a coal bunker fire - this is simply horseshit and im sure im gonna end up having to explain and debunk that one too

-the crew were taking unnecessary risks to win the blue riband - this myth is widespread because of the movie, but titanic was not trying to beat the record of the fastest ship from southampton to new york (thats what the blue riband) is; she physically couldnt. it was held by mauretania at that point with a record of 26.06 knots/48.26 km/hr. titanics top speed was 23 knots. white star as a line never focussed on speed and ismay never told the captain to speed up.

-she was "unsinkable" - this is a little harder to disentangle. the claim itself was "practically unsinkable", but the context of that was to do with how safe titanic was as mentioned above. also, the idea of an unsinkable ship was not quite to white star or harland and wolff; most of the shipping industry believed it.

-almost everything youve heard about the life boats - okay so here you need to throw out your preconceptions of what a life boat is because our modern conception does not match that from the early 1900s. to not get into all the details of life boat philosophy at the time (if you do wanna know, just send me an ask lmao), the main purpose of life boats at this time was ferrying passengers to a rescue ship. that was it. this attitude was informed by both the wrecks of the ss valencia and ss clallam, as well as the miraculous rescue of the rms republic. titanic did not have enough life boats for everyone because it was never expected for the passengers to be alone in the life boats for hours; it was not a design flaw, it was a feature.

-that fucking stupid ship swap myth and the idea that the crew were trying to sink the ship - i dont even want to get into why this is bullshit, plus ive also debunked it in another ask

i highlight all of the above to emphasise the fact that titanic was not a badly built ship. she was designed well, built well and sailed well. many experts agree that the way that she hit the iceberg was the only way she could have sank.

this is not the case with titan and stockton rush. in a previous post, ive gone over the design of the titan, the flaws in it and what experts in the field believe, so im not gonna go over it again, but rest assured, the titan imploded because of rush's actions and decisions.

titanic did not sink because of thomas andrews. its due to his design that anyone survived the titanic because she stayed afloat for over two hours which allowed the crew to launch all the life boats. thomas andrews himself helped many survivors during the sinking and evacuation.

he also was not a rich man using a gravesite as tourism; nepotism was certainly involved in his career but he spent ten years working his way up in the company, helping with the design of countless ships. he was mostly regarded as a good man who worked hard and recognised the hard work of others.

its honestly ludicrous to compare them because the disasters themselves are simply not comparable. the titanic did not sink because of the folly of rich men cutting corners; titan did.

thomas andrews, for any faults he had, knew what he was doing and built a good ship that was unlucky. almost every other ship he helped design didnt sink or if they did, most of them were due to ww1.

its just such a ridiculous comparison, and thats all it is. without the misconceptions and misinformation about titanic, the comparison simply falls apart. its built on a foundation that fundamentally misunderstands the titanic disaster.

if you want to talk about shipwrecks caused by stupid decisions made by rich men, go look up the last incarnation of hms captain or the gunilda or the fucking vasa if you want, you can literally go see that one. but dont besmirch the memory of a guy who, by all acounts, died a hero helping other survive.

#anon #kai rambles #long post #its a very fucking long post #titanic #rms titanic #titan #titan sub #oceangate #oceangate expeditions #stockton rush #thomas andrews #white star #harland and wolff #j bruce ismay #william randolph hearst #btw if you ever want clarification on any of the topics i briefly touched on just send me an ask #i can talk about this for days #first time im using coloured text in a post which is Odd #james cameron #shipposting

[nahoney22]

Can u hurry up and do my request that I asked for with Wolffe? I literally requested it two weeks ago and it should be done by now? Thanks

Well done in having your request not only pushed further back but deleted 😊

#like I get that I’m not quickest at doing requests but god #I put a lot of effort into 2k word one shots for people and if you demand stuff in life then you won’t get it #rude anon #patience is key #thanks to everyone who has sent me requests and are willing to wait! I am doing them all! #commander Wolffe #the bad batch #star wars #clone wars #tbb

[clone-anon-after-dark]

I’m Sorry (Wolffe x M!Reader)

Word Count: 2071

Warnings: NSFW, minors DNI, handjobs, unprotected PiA

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You, please.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I love you Wolffe,” you said softly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Tagging: @staycalmandhugaclone

#commander wolffe x reader #commander wolffe x m!reader #commander wolffe x masc reader #wolffe x reader #wolffe x m!reader #wolffe x male reader #commander wolffe fanfiction #tcw fanfiction #the clone wars fanfiction #reader insert #wolffe anon #clone thirsting

[clone-anon]

Wolffe x M!Reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

#wolffe x m!reader #commander wolffe x m!reader #commander wolffe x reader #commnander wolffe fanfiction #tcw fanfiction #wolffe anon #wolffe x reader #reader insert

[whorekneecentral]

hmmm okay would you feel some toto after today? the launch had me 👀 i’m ngl

maybe something casual like hes still working so hard to get everything perfect for testing? and then you try to get him to take a break, maybe with prompt 6 and 67?

-🐣

this is from the merc launch 😭 this has been in my inbox for way too long lmao // prompt: “I didn’t realize I needed your permission” + “you cocky bastard.” “what’s that ? you want my cock?” 

"Mr. Wolff?" You knocked on his door, peeking into the dressing room. "20 minutes to launch." You tell him, giving him the time warning.

"Come in for a minute, would you?" He calls, back turned to you. You step into the room, letting the door shut behind you. "Tie or no tie?" He turns to face you, holding up the black tie.

"I rather no tie but up to you."

"I didn't realize I needed your permission," he starts, causing your brows to furrow, "you asked my opinion." You rolled your eyes, earning yourself a smile from him.

"I'm just teasing, y/n."

He tosses the tie onto the chair, moving closer to you. His arm out in front of you and instinctively, you reach out to fix the cuff of his sleeve.

"Aren't you always?" You glance up at him, moving onto his other sleeve. "You cocky bastard," you mumble. Toto grabs your chin, pulling you to look at him.

"What's that? You want my cock?" He asks, feigning a look of confusion. Your cheeks are bright red, you can feel the heat and his gaze is not helping.

"Stop that." You tell him, pulling away.

"Stop what, sweetheart?"

"They need you outside in 15," you remind him, letting out a breath. Toto's hand rests on your hip, looking down at you. "Then you better behave so we're back in time, hm?"

#bestie im so sorry I didn't realize you gave context until after I wrote this lmao #hopefully this is okay #🐣 anon #toto wolff #toto wolff x reader #toto wolff smut

[mistressemmedi]

And the theory is...? 👀

Here it goes: I don't think FIA is impartial as they portray themselves to be, especially in relation to how they operate in regards to Formula 1.

I think that Ben Sulayem really has it out for Mercedes, especially for Lewis and Toto. Lewis for being unapologetically Lewis and Toto for not reigning him in and for making comments openly criticizing the FIA.

I am convinced that Sulayem always took those comments as a personal slight and, combined with his earlier comments about bringing Masi back, I just know that he jumped on the first opportunity to potentially discredit Toto & Co., so that next time a round of criticism pops up, the validity of those statements will be questioned.

#anon #q&a #do i have proof? no. but its a gut feeling #the timing is all very 👀 #susie wolff #toto wolff #f1

[thisismeracing]

I came to present headcanons for Wolff! reader and Mick.

— I can see Wolff! reader wearing his clothes which sometimes makes him go feral

— even if she could drive he would offer

— Toto gave Mick another shovel talk

— Mick would get her flowers every other week

— Whenever those two arrive together at paddock it's iconic and I can see her working in the motorsports industry as well

— if she is sick or tired she would try to hide it or work even more.

yayyyy

I think he started getting her flowers because he would buy expensive gifts from the countries they were at the time with the gp like "saw this and it reminded me of you" and wolff!reader would be like "mick, stop spending so much money on me, love" and it took some time but he switched from the gifts to flowers, she seemed to love them a lot more.

wolff!reader probably works in economics dealing with the investments in the f1 academy along with susie.

def got this trait from her dad, and it just got worse after face masks became popular bc you can bet she'll have a runny nose or a cough but will put on her mask and go to work (staying far from ppl of course) but she'll get around the readings and numbers as if it's just another day and mick is pissed when he finds her in her office with a fever. a fever!!!! he's def calling susie and telling her he's taking reader home to rest to which susie will be pissed too bc "what do you mean she went to work like this?" and then she's calling toto and though he understands he's scolding her too, so she ends up accepting and just snuggling under the covers, taking any med and food mick brings her.

#wolff!reader #thots #anon #millies inbox #ms47 #mick schumacher #f1 x reader

[enigmatist17]

I've got you Anon <3

If anyone else would like to ask me anything, go for it!

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Their latest campaign has been a disaster, and Plo Koon does his best to locate the bodies of his men among the debris.

He only manages to find about ten of them, and he hopes the Force takes the lost children he cannot find into its embrace.

The ride back to The Triumphant is a somber one, and after a general debriefing, Plo Koon just seems to vanish before anyone notices. It's not often he uses his Jetti powers on them, so the alarm bells are already ringing among the bridge crew. Plo Koon's quarters are not where a traditional Jetti's is located, the man having moved to the lower decks to be able to be a few floors above his men's barracks. He enjoyed meditating and feeling the ebb and flow of his children in the Force, and they enjoyed having their buir close by.

This made it quite easy for a few worried troopers to go check in on the Jetti, led by Comet who bypassed the lock with ease.

"I do not believe I've called anyone." Plo Koon is hovering in the air, meditating in front of his window bathed with the glow of hyperspace. He may be no Jetti, but Comet knows when someone is trying to put on the illusion of keeping busy, so he steps inside without hesitation.

"No offense general, but you did." The commander didn't flinch when the master craned his head towards him and knelt down beside the other. There's a moment before Plo sets himself on the floor, and the other troopers who had been standing at the door slowly file inside.

"Did you need backup?" He feels someone kneel behind him, and another trooper sits by his other side.

"Yes."

"I see."

Plo can feel the concern and worry from his children all but being shouted into the Force, and his already aching heart feels worse.

"You've said we can come to you for anything buir..." The trooper behind him starts, and after a moment, continues. "We want to return the favor, like you have so many times before. No one should mourn alone."

"...it gets harder every time you fall." The way Plo's shoulders slump made the troopers spike with worry, and Comet takes the action to hug the Jetti to his side.

"Go, get a space ready." The commander glances over his shoulder, and the troopers were up and gone before Plo could even blink. He really should say something, but leaning against Comet with his constant thrum of safety concern love is just so comforting, he can't possibly move, can he?

Eventually, his door opens, and so many of his children seem to flood his room. They've got a few mattresses, pillows, and blankets that Plo had brought on board, and as one they move his furniture to the hallway temporarily to have more floor space. Soon the nest is complete, and Plo gets to his feet to inspect the construct.

"You all amaze me every day."

"We can say that same." Wolffe said as he entered, still not pleased with Plo running from them instead of confiding, but not surprised. He's holding a mug of something, and watches as Plo sits in the middle of the cushion pile in his meditation pose.

No one was sure who would move first, but to no one's surprise, it was Wolffe. The officer is able to slip out of his boots easily enough, offering Plo the cup in his hand as he props himself up with a pillow. It's his favorite tea, and the Jedi sips slowly as slowly, more men join the commander. The Jedi watches those who can't wait just sit around, chatting softly about random things while pouring support and love into the Force, as if they'd been trained like any other Padawan. He's not sure when he leans back against Wolffe, nor when another one of his children hugs his other side, but the Jedi opens himself to the Force.

It does feel better to mourn with those who understand, and for once draw some strength so as not to lose himself in the pain.

Plo Koon doesn't have nightmares, the love from his children driving them far away.

#personal #star wars #clone wars #star wars clone wars #plo koon #104th battalion #commander wolffe #clone commander comet #anon request #this was a lot of fun~! #buir plo koon