#wolffe x f!reader

[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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a clan of four (dad!wolffe x mom!reader) (republic victory au)

⭒ summary: wolffe brings his daughters to the jedi temple and comes to terms with a few things about himself, all with the help of his father-figure ⭒ word count: 3.9k ⭒ pairing: dad!wolffe x mom!reader — with special appearances from the wolf pack and plo koon ⭒ rating: G (general audiences) - unless you are not fond of children/parenting; all of this is just fluff, baby fever, and comfort ⭒ a/n: we've finally come to the first edition to the clone dad's series! coming up next is in the line-up is: cody, tech, echo, crosshair, hunter, wrecker, rex, and fives! my inbox is open for dad!clone headcanons — and they might be included in the upcoming fics!

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“Do you remember the rules, Lulu?” 

   Luna bounced up the steps one by one, light-up shoes bursting with every colorful stomp. She held her father’s index finger in a tight grip, swinging his arm as they ventured up to the temple.

   “Yes, papa,” she chirped, reciting Wolffe’s rules like a mantra. “Never leave your eyes. No playing. No screaming. No bothering ba’buir and his friends-” 

   “The Jedi.” 

   “Yes, them,” she muttered, waving him off with a small hand. Wolffe rolled his eyes at her dismissive attitude, the corner of his lip twitching upwards when he once again noticed that she was just like him. Six years old and she already had a fiery attitude that made him want to pinch her cheeks and shower her face with kisses. 

   “You’re missing one more rule, pup,” he added in a hum as they reached the last step. 

   She let go of his hand, gazing up at him with big, round brown eyes. “I am?” 

   He nodded, glancing back down the steps.

   When she followed his gaze, Luna grinned. “Oh! When it’s time to go home, I have to go home. No hiding.” 

   “No hiding,” he repeated with a firm nod, gently settling his hand atop her head. “Got it?” 

   “Got it, papa.”

 -

You took your time gathering your bearings out of your airspeeder before following Wolffe and Luna up to the temple. With the baby strapped to your chest, comfortably babbling in her carrier, you knew it would take you a bit to make sure you had all the baby necessities. The last thing you wanted to do was walk all the way back down the stairs to where Wolffe parked the speeder. 

   Nova didn’t seem to mind. She babbled as babies do, toothless gums munching on her balled fists. As you walked up the stairs, you kept your hand on her back, gazing down at her with the occasional smile. It always made her giggle, soft eyes full of endless love as she peered up at you like you were the most beautiful, comforting thing in the world. 

   Wolffe and Luna were waiting at the top of the steps for you and Nova, identical smiles on their faces when you joined them. 

   Nova’s babbles caused Wolffe to give her a long, subtle gaze. With a gentle finger, he tugged her clenched fist out of her mouth and replaced it with the pacifier clipped to her gray onesie. She accepted it with rushed greed, her mouth opening and devouring the squishy plastic with enough impatience to make him chuckle. 

   While your clan of four momentarily took a pause, a loud gasp suddenly echoed from the open temple doors.

   Donning his gear with his helmet tucked under his arm, Comet immediately broke into a wide grin the moment he saw both of his nieces. Sinker stood to his left with his arms crossed over his chest, a proud smirk on his face, while Boost was on the other side, waving his arms above his head as if trying to flag down the entire family’s attention. 

   “It’s the mini pack!!” Comet laughed loudly as he crouched to a knee, dropping his helmet to hold out his arms wide. “AND LOOK! MY LITTLE LOONIE-MOONIE IS HERE!” 

   “UNCLE COMET!” Luna shrieked happily, letting go of Wolffe’s hand before breaking into a sprint. Her little legs moved swiftly, carrying her to Comet in record-breaking speed before she collided into his chest, sending him flat to the ground. 

   His laughter was loud, echoing all the way into the temple and back as he rubbed the little girl’s head. “Hey, little warrior! Looks like your killjoy pops finally brought you out here again!” 

   She nodded, glancing back as you and Wolffe joined them. “Papa finally let me come after I got in trouble last time.” 

   “Ah.” Comet sucked his lips against his teeth, flashing Wolffe a guilty grin. “Looks like you didn’t like our last game, huh?” 

   “She was missing for two hours ‘cause of your kriffing game,” Wolffe grunted sourly, glaring at his brother. “You should know she takes those games seriously, especially hide-and-seek.” 

   Comet squeezed Luna’s cheeks together, cooing in an overly-affectionate tone. “I know! My itty bitty little niece is the bestest competitor in this galaxy!” His smile dropped when he caught Wolffe’s blank stare. “What? She gets it from you, vod. Remember that story Fox told us about you when you were a cadet-” 

   While Luna broke out in a fit of laughter at Wolffe’s immediate glower, Sinker and Boost both approached you and Nova, lowering their heads to give the baby their undivided attention. 

   “That’s one strong kid, mama bear,” Sinker smirked, teasingly nudging your side. “You tryin’ to bulk her up for a winter storm or somethin’? Preparin’ her for another war?” 

   You chuckled, shaking your head. “She’s got her dad’s appetite. I couldn’t stop her from bulking up even if I wanted to. And I don’t think Wolffe would let me anyway. He likes her chubby cheeks.” 

   Boost laughed, gently offering his finger for Nova’s small hand to grab onto. She smiled around her pacifier, causing both him and Sinker to melt with small aww's. 

   “C’mon,” Wolffe muttered, gently gripping your elbow, “We’ve got to catch Master Plo before the council meeting. Our visit is supposed to be quick-” 

   “Sweet!” Comet bounced up to his feet, taking Luna’s hand in his own. She bounced on the balls of her feet, vibrating with excitement. “We’ll go with you-” 

   Wolffe shook his head. “No. Luna’s here to pay Master Plo a visit and-”  He suddenly paused, eyes narrowing. “Aren’t you three supposed to be filling out your ledgers back at the barracks?” 

   Comet’s eyes widened and he offered a grim, humorless chuckle. Sinker immediately cleared his throat and put his helmet on. Booster put his hands behind his back and subtly turned on his heel, whistling as he started strolling toward the steps of the temple. 

   Glancing down, Comet gave Luna an apologetic smile. “Looks like we’ve gotta finish our game some other time, loonie-moonie.” 

   Luna’s brows pinched, wounded eyes flicking up to Wolffe. “But papa-” 

   Wolffe slowly arched a brow and she clamped her lips shut, sagging her sad shoulders. Comet sighed, gutted by her dejected expression. “Hey, I’ll see you later, okay? Give Uncle Comet a bit and I’ll try to be back before you head home, okay? If I don’t make it, I’ll try to drop by your house if your parents think that’s okay.” 

   Hopeful eyes flickered between you and Wolffe, both from Luna and Comet. 

   Wolffe grimaced, glancing at you to silently ask for your opinion. You smiled, nodding. With a sigh, he gave in and muttered, “Get your gear checked and you can stop by tonight for dinner.” 

   Luna took Comet’s hand, bouncing up and down in excitement. “Mommy’s making rainbow noodles!” 

   Comet returned the sentiment with equal enthusiasm, guiding her jumps up and down until she was breathless with laughter and heaving for air. When he let go and finally started walking back towards Sinker and Boost, he waved goodbye, shouting, “See you later, loonie-moonie!” 

   Luna waved. “Bye, Uncle Comet!” 

   While the two shared a brief but competitive game of who could wave the hardest, Wolffe turned towards you, his attention returning to his baby. His touch was gentle, full of hesitation and care as he scooped Nova out of her carrier and held her to his chest. The lack of armor allowed the one year old to curl into her father’s warm chest, cooing happily as her curious eyes bounced all around. 

   You were smiling without realizing it. It happened a lot, those subtle looks of love offered when Wolffe was oblivious to them, but it happened more often now that he was a father of two. When Luna was born, he could hardly hold her without being as stiff as a shiny on his first day in the field. He handled his firstborn as if she was glass, too afraid to touch or hold her with his battle-worn hands. 

   It took time for him to adjust to fatherhood, but Luna and Nova melted away all of the fears and insecurities that he had, turning him into a mother bear and protective guardian. He watched over his girls like a hawk, all while giving Luna the space she needed to find her own footing and personality in the world. 

   Now, they were his prized creation. He carried Luna like she was weightless, raising her above his head to bring her closer to the clouds. He cradled Nova like she was priceless, without fear or hesitation to show her off to the world. They were his and he was theirs — and you knew, without a doubt, that his devotion for his family ran deeper than you could ever possibly imagine. 

   Wolffe turned towards you, his eyes softening the moment they met yours. You blushed, knowing you were caught red-handed. 

   “Hi,” you hummed. 

   “Hey,” he said softly, offering you the smallest smile. “You doing alright, mama?” 

   There it was: that special softness he kept reserved for his girls. 

   You glanced down when Luna slipped between you both, gazing up with pink cheeks and a giddy, knowing grin. Taking her hand in your own, you gave it a comforting squeeze and looked back at Wolffe, sharing a secret glance.

“Yeah, love. I’m doing pretty good.” 

   His proud eyes bounced from you to Luna then Nova. Wolffe huffed a breath through his nose, like an airy little laugh, before nudging his chin up to the temple.

   “Alright, pups. Let’s go find your ba’buir.” 

Luna grabbed his spare hand and yours, swinging both arms as the clan of four began walking through the temple archway.

-

Master Plo Koon was standing in the hall among a cluster of Jedi when you, Wolffe, Luna, and Nova turned the corner. They looked deep in conversation, sharing important, stoic glances with one another, when a loud roar suddenly cut through the silence of the hallway, causing all of the Jedis to turn and look right at your family in surprise. 

   “BA’BUIRRRR!” Luna screamed, ripping her hand out of yours to run up to Master Plo. 

   “Luna!” Wolffe angrily scolded, his expression becoming apologetic when the Masters glanced at him in amusement. They excused themselves and stepped away from Master Plo when the Kel Dor reached down, scooping Luna up by her armpits the moment she was within arm’s reach. 

   Luna threw her arms around his head, burying her face in the crook of his neck while the Jedi gave a rich and deep chuckle.

   “Hello, little moon.” His voice was so full of warmth and adoration, laced with a gentleness that only a grandfather could offer. She shyly tucked her chin to her chest, giggling while Plo swiped his long finger against her cheek to brush a coil of hair behind her ear. “How are you?” 

   Luna leaned her head against his shoulder, playing with the soft fabric of his robe as she spoke in a sing-song voice, “I’m ok, ba’buir. Can we go see the butterflies in the garden?” 

   “I’m afraid not today, little one,” Plo apologized softly as he carried her towards Wolffe and you. “There are important matters I must attend to within the high council.” 

   She jutted her bottom lip in a pout. “Aww, okay. Tomorrow?” 

   He glanced back at Wolffe, the two exchanging a brief, silent conversation before Plo looked back at Luna, eyes crinkling with his pleased expression. “Of course. I will make the time to bring you to the garden. I saw a new butterfly that I think you will find very beautiful.” 

   “Really?” Luna gasped.

   He nodded, poking her nose. “Not quite as beautiful as you, little one, but close.” 

   “Thank you, ba’buir,” she said with a soft giggle.

   Master Plo finally turned your way, bowing his head in a greeting nod that you returned. He placed his hand on your shoulder, giving it a comforting squeeze. “How have you been with Nova, tenooya?” 

   You always felt a pang of appreciation in your chest when he called you daughter in Kel Dorian. It made you feel so at home, loved by Wolffe and his father, that you often struggled to fight the lump in your throat when he’d say it. 

   You glanced at Nova, now asleep with her head resting on Wolffe’s shoulder, and sighed softly. “It’s been tough but we’ve been managing pretty well. Wolffe helps me a lot when Nova struggles to sleep through the night and he stays home with the girls when I have to go to work. I’m really grateful for all the effort he’s put into being there when I can’t.” 

   Plo hummed, offering a proud look towards Wolffe and the sleeping baby. “You’ve proven yourself to be an excellent father and husband, Commander. I had no doubts.” 

   Wolffe cleared his throat, shuffling from foot to foot as if struggling to keep himself formal. He placed his hand over Nova’s back in a cradling gesture, curtly nodding at Master Plo in a gesture of thanks. “I do what I can for my family, buir.” 

   Luna was the first to frown when the comlink on Master Plo’s vambrace emitted a faint chime. She immediately locked her arms around his neck, whining softly, “No, don’t go, ba’buir! We haven't had tea time yet! We just got here!” 

   Plo brushed his hand over her head, sighing softly. “I’m sorry, little moon. While I enjoy your visits, I'm afraid I have much work to do. No need to fret, I will see you tomorrow, alright?” 

   She sniffled, wiping her glossy eyes with the back of her hand. “And you gonna show me the butterflies?” 

   “I’ll show you all that your little heart desires.”

   That was enough for Luna to reluctantly nod. She turned away, signaling for Master Plo to set her back down on the ground. The moment her feet touched the tile, she walked to your side and wrapped her arms around your leg, burying her face against your thigh as she sniffled a few more times. 

   Master Plo peered down at her with the faintest look of sadness before turning to Wolffe and Nova. He tilted his head while Wolffe turned his shoulder, allowing the Kel Dor to get a better look at the baby’s sleeping expression. Plo’s expression was gentle but there seemed to be a sense of pride and happiness as he glanced from her to Wolffe, then to you and Luna. With a gentle touch, as light and airy as a feather, he caressed his knuckle over the rosiest part of the baby’s cheek, exhaling a soft sigh. 

   “You’ve made quite an impressive family, Wolffe,” he murmured, “They are a testament of your good heart and devotion, and I am honored to be here to watch you and your children grow. The Force has rewarded you well for the sacrifices you made for others. You’ve made me proud, son.” 

   The comlink on his vambrace sang out once more. Luna reached out, longingly making grabby gestures towards Master Plo when he began to step away from the clan of four. You reassuringly placed a hand on her back and rubbed her arm in soothing motions with the other.

   “I will see you tomorrow, little moon,” he promised her before glancing at you. “Perhaps you and Nova would like to join us? Master Obi-Wan and Master Jocasta have been eager to meet the little one.” 

   “I would love to join, ba’buir,” you said warmly, honored by the invitation. “We’ll see you then.” 

   He nodded, giving Wolffe a final gaze that only the two of them could understand. 

   “Buir.”

  “Wolffe.” 

   A gentle silence settled as Master Plo entered the lift to the high council’s chamber. Wolffe remained in place, gazing at the spot where the general once stood, before finally turning his head towards Luna when she sniffled loudly. 

   With one hand on Nova’s back to support her sleeping body, he crouched down to a knee and gently thumbed Luna’s chin, tilting her head up. She tried to cower against the shelter of your thigh, but Wolffe’s voice grabbed her attention. 

   “Lulu,” he muttered, holding the side of her face. “You’ll see your ba’buir tomorrow. Do you want Comet to see you crying when he visits tonight?” 

   She hesitated, then shook her head, her voice barely above a soft whisper. “No, papa.” 

   He cocked his head, the corner of his mouth lifting. “What’d I tell you to do when you miss ba’buir?”

   She unfurled from your side, lifting her gaze to Wolffe’s. “If I think really-really hard about how I miss him, I’ll feel him in my heart?” 

   “That’s it, pup.” He soothingly rubbed his thumb over her cheek. “He’ll give you a little nudge if you think about him really, really hard.” 

   She sniffled once more but she didn’t seem as sad about Master Plo’s departure as before. Glancing back down the way you came, she suddenly sagged her shoulders. Luna rubbed her knuckle into her eye before looking up to her father and lifting her hands. “Can you carry me?” 

   Wolffe’s happiness was subtle, contained within the sudden glint in his eyes as he gently put Nova back in the carrier on your chest. She stirred, eyes flicking open as she regained her comfort within the harness, only to fall asleep not a moment later. Her pacifier fell from her lips, quickly replaced with her thumb. 

   Wolffe scooped Luna up and placed her on his shoulders, giving her the chance to rest her cheek against his head. He held her ankles as she interlocked her fingers underneath his chin, tired eyes fluttering open and closed every few seconds. 

   Your face fell with sympathy and you reached up to gently brush her wild curls out of her face. “Did all that walking get you tired, Lulu?” 

   “Yes, mommy,” she murmured, sleepily curling Wolffe’s hair around her fingers. She didn’t seem bothered by the fact that it was tickling her nose. As you and Wolffe began your walk back out the temple, each of you carrying one of your sleepy babies, Luna gave a long open-mouthed yawn, smacking her lips together. “Papa?” 

   “Yeah, kid?” 

   “Can you tell me the story about the small people and the volcano?” 

   He huffed. “With the Aleena’s? You know that story, Lulu. I tell it to you every night.” 

   “Mhm, I like it.” Her faint giggle was too sleepy to last more than a second before turning into a sigh. “It’s silly.” 

   “Yeah, I know,” he huffed under his breath, giving you a look when you smirked. You knew the story well, and you were also aware of how much he hated spending time on Aleen. Luna’s obsession with the story was nothing more than a curse, but Wolffe could never seem to say no when she’d ask to hear it over and over again. 

   He couldn’t really say no to her at all. 

   You took a step closer to his side, walking shoulder-to-shoulder as he began recounting the memory. 

   “I was part of a relief expedition at the time. You remember what that means, Lulu?” 

   “Mhm. You went and saved people with food and water and medicine.” 

   “Hm, close enough. Well, your papa was sent with these two droids-” 

   “R2D2 and C3PO.” 

    “...Are you going to tell the story, or am I?”

   “Sorry, papa. Keep going.” 

   Wolffe continued, oblivious to the smile you gave him and Luna. Even as Luna’s eyes began to stay closed longer than she could keep them open, Wolffe continued talking, ignoring those who looked at him as he walked by. He paid no mind to the Jedi or the clones that watched him go, telling his daughter’s favorite story while she sleepily played with his hair. 

   Nova stirred on your chest. You looked down at her, the perfect little blend of you and your husband, and lovingly brushed your thumb down the bridge of her nose. 

   “My little stars,” you murmured quietly to yourself, caressing all of the features she shared with her father. “Your daddy and I love you and your big sister very, very much.”

   Distracted by the sleeping baby, you didn’t realize that Wolffe had stopped at the entrance of the temple. He was gazing right at you, subtle love sitting in his eyes. The moment you walked to his side, he arched his brows and pointed a finger up at the sleeping girl on his shoulders. Luna’s arms sagged on both sides of his head, her cheek squished against the top of his head as she snored, mouth open. 

   “Wow,” you sang, slightly impressed. “She’s out cold.” 

   Wolffe shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t blame her. Comet has a habit of sucking everyone’s energy pretty quickly.” 

   You smirked. “Either that or your story was boring enough to knock her out.”

  “Smartass,” he murmured, causing you to playfully gasp and cover Nova’s ears. 

   “Mind your manners, riduur. There are children present.” Wolffe rolled his eyes and you smirked, nudging his side. As you stepped outside, you recalled Plo’s words and smiled softly to yourself, causing Wolffe to tilt his head in curiosity.

   “Something on your mind?” 

   “Mm. I’m just thinking about what Master Plo said…”  You glanced up at Luna, your heart bursting at the sight of her hand subconsciously resting on her father’s cheek, even in her sleep. “He’s right, you know.” 

   “About our family?” His attention flicked down to Nova and he swallowed, tearing his eyes away to look straight ahead. “I know. You girls are all I could ever need in life.” 

   “No,” you said softly, shaking your head. “Not about that, although I love you for thinking that way… I’m talking about what he said about you being a good father and a good husband. I know it’s hard to believe it sometimes but he's right. You are a good father and you’re the best husband I could ever ask for. You know that, right?” 

   Wolffe took a moment before he sagged his shoulders with a slow, eased breath through his nose. His throat bobbed with a swallow and his fingers continued subconsciously caressing the skin of Luna’s ankle, seeking her touch as if to comfort himself. 

   Eventually, he spoke. 

   “I try to be like him, cyare.” 

   You halted at the bottom of the temple steps, causing Wolffe to stop and turn. When he noticed your glossy eyes, he took a step closer before leaning down to press his forehead against yours. You sighed, your body easing the moment you felt him near. 

   “You’re doing an amazing job, Wolffe,” you murmured, kissing his nose. “Plo is proud of you and I am too.” 

   Wolffe kissed your forehead before straightening up. He cupped the side of your face and smirked, his voice low and teasing when he said, “You’re goin’ soft on me, cyare.”  

   You huffed in mock frustration, swatting his wrist away before turning back towards the parked airspeeder. 

   “What?” He called after you, causing Nova to stir awake. “Am I wrong?” 

   Without looking over your shoulder, you lifted a hand and flipped him off, earning a gravelly laugh. Wolffe gently laid Luna down in the back seats as you hopped into the passenger seat, one hand holding the back of Nova’s head as she tilted it to look at you. Sleepy eyes blinked, flicking around her surroundings before immediately settling on Wolffe as he sat in the driver’s seat. 

   When he saw her open eyes, he smiled and leaned over, stamping a soft kiss to her forehead. She babbled and he chuckled, shaking his head at her antics.

   You grunted in disbelief, smirking when he gave you a strange look. 

   “Who’s going soft now?” 

   Wolffe rolled his eyes but he didn’t deny it — and deep down, you knew he never would.

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I would like the prompt "I dare you to fuck Wolffe." 😌 i'm being a thot tonight

∘₊✧ The hare and the Wolffe ✧₊∘

Pairing|| Fem!Reader X Wolffe Word Count|| 1621 Tags|| Accepting a dare, UNHINGED FILTH, Smut, Implied penetration, dirty talk, Wolffe being Wolffe Synopsis|| You should have known that accepting a dare from your trouble making friends was a bad idea, a very 'bad' idea indeed , but how can you say no when it involves a certain commander?

You exhale a sigh as you examine your makeup in the mirror, the faint beads of condensation mocking your calm exterior.

It’s been months since you’ve had a girls night out, the long nights and even longer days sapping your energy to such an extent that getting out of bed was a challenge. Even now you can feel the ache in your shoulders, the muscles tense from hours of wielding heavy blasters - so tense you imagined you could see it if you looked hard enough! Maker, you looked tired! The lines that crinkled your eyes deepening with your sigh as you splashed water to your face.

You needed a drink!

With any luck your friends would have one waiting for you, the dimmed lights of the ‘fresher giving way to the neon of 79s. You’d never been one for clubs, the pulse of the bass vibrating most annoyingly in your back teeth, but you’d put up with it if it meant hanging out with Sella and Tri’ya. They always knew how to make you smile, their antics washing away the worst of the way, and tonight was no different, their bright faces greeting you as you returned to the table.

“There you are! We were about to send out a search party!”

You rolled your eyes at Sella’s joke, the lilt of her voice merging perfectly with the music.

“I wasn’t gone that long, honestly.”

Sella and Tri’ya shared a smile, the kind that told you they were up to no good.

“Long enough that you almost missed your turn”

“My what now?”

Tri’ya pointed to the half empty pitcher in the center of the table, the tips of her lekku catching the light as they danced about her shoulders.

“We decided to indulge in a game of truth or dare, and it’s your turn.”

You scoffed as you settled into your chair, the glow of the alcohol only adding to the fizzy feeling in your gut. It was never a good idea to share your secrets with the girls, their big mouths spilling every story you told regardless of their intentions. It wasn’t a good idea to accept a dare either, their ideas growing more outrageous with every year that passed, but it was admittedly easier to deal with momentary embarrassment - so dare it was.

“Fine, fine! Dare!”

“I dare you to fuck Wolffe!”

Wolffe? You follow the length of her arm, the slender tips of her fingers guiding your gaze toward the corner of the room. The trooper that stood there was dark and brooding, the set of his brow so intense it made you wonder why he was here in the first place. Even his lips had that disapproving look, the tight press growing all the tighter as he watched a brother clamber onto a table. Perhaps a brother had dragged him here? It was certainly the most logical explanation, your heart skipping a beat as you watched him cross his arms over his chest.

“You want me to do what now?”

“Fuck Wolffe.”

“But I don’t even know him!”

“That doesn’t stop Sella, and besides ... you could use a good fuck.”

You still don’t know how you’re supposed to ‘fuck him’, especially when he doesn’t look the ‘meaningless fuck’ type. It’s in the eyes you decide. The soft glint in his mis-matched eyes betraying a man who appreciates deep loyalty. He’d want someone to share his pains with, to talk with in the long hours of the night when everyone else was asleep. To guard his secrets and protect his brothers. A fierce soul who more than matched his gruff outer, and maker if you wished you was it - your throat constricting as Tri’ya shoved you in his direction.

“Go on, off you go!”

You stumble forward like a newborn gazelle, your legs at odds with your body as you dance around a laughing trooper. It’s hardly a great first impression, but it’s not like you’re not looking to make one, your indignation growing as you flash a sour look over your shoulder. You’ll get Tri’ya back for this one day! As the maker is your witness you’ll make her pay for this crazy dare! You swallow as you move close to your target, noticing more and more details as you do so. He’s broad, impossibly so, the cut of his gray uniform making your mouth water as the man beside him looks your way.

“Sir, we’ve got company.”

Wolffe doesn’t turn as he looks your way, the bored side eye turning inquisitive as he gives you a quick once over.

“Can we help you, neverd?”

You’re not familiar with the term, but you are familiar with the tone - the low husk he rounds his consonants with making your legs quiver with anticipation.

“Actually, yes you can. I was wondering if I could borrow you for the rest of the night”

The man beside Wolffe elbows him in the side, his eyes dancing with delight as he heckles his commanding officer.

“Borrow him? Why? He’s no fun at all. Me on the other hand ... ”

“Sinker.”

The low growl cuts off Sinker’s attempt to seduce you, his casual stance snapping to attention at Wolffe’s interjection.

“Right sir, sorry sir! If you need me I’ll be at the barracks.”

Wolffe watches him with an unbothered look, the dancing lights reflecting in his cybernetic eye. You hadn’t noticed it from afar, far more distracted by his looks. But now? You’re in awe of it, the way the purples and pinks flash across its milky surface near hypnotic. He exhales a huff, rolls it - the shimmy of dancing light broken by the movement - and turns away, the action more frustrated than annoyed.

“You got me alone nerved, now what?”

Quite honestly you hadn’t expected to get this far, your disbelief only matched by his magnetic aura. Stars he was attractive! The subtle lighting highlighting the soft line of his jaw, and the scars that peppered his dark skin.

“I was thinking we could have a little fun, spice the night up a bit?”

He gives you a measured look, then quirks the corner of his lip - a little side smirk that makes your stomach slip as you realize he’s on to you.

“And which friend put you up to this?”

“The pretty Twi two tables over”

He averts his gaze with a hum, his expression unimpressed as he examines your friend. The sane part of your brain reminds you you’ve interrupted his night, that he’s likely not interested in childish dares. The other? It delights in the idea that he might think you're prettier than your friend, your face burning red hot as he extends an arm toward you.

“Can’t disappoint now, can we?”

If you didn’t know any better you’d say he was trying to save you the embarrassment of walking back to your table. His teasing tone at total odds with his stern expression.

“It’s not her you'd disappoint if you said no.”

Wolffe clucks as you slip your fingers into the crook of his arm, the muscle beneath flexing at the contact. He’s well built, sturdy, everything you could ever want from a man, and you wish this was real - the thrum of the music mixing with your arousal as he guides you through the bar. At first you’re not quite sure where he’s taking you, having never been to this part of the building before, but the more you look around the more you realize he’s taking you to the rumored back rooms.

“Is that so? Well, we can’t have that either.”

The way his voice dips makes you combust on the spot, the firm press of his hand guiding you into a room that might be called romantic if it wasn’t for its gaudy decor. Deep red paint lines the walls, the hue interrupted by scrapes and stains - reminders of the couples who’ve spent their nights here. Against one wall, a leather couch, its cushions suspiciously clean. The other is a bed, it’s proud posts also showing the marks of previous conquests, and you might have made a comment about it if Wolffe hadn’t pulled you to his chest.

“I -- You don’t have to do anything -- it was just a dare.”

“Never accept a dare if you can’t handle getting caught, little hare.”

You inhaled as his teeth brushed your skin, the hot exhale of his breath soothing the sharp pain that tingles its way up your neck.

“Mmmmm, I could just devour you whole. You smell so good!”

The flat of his tongue follows, the euphoric sensation drawing a moan from your lips as he slips his leg between yours. It forces you to widen your stance, the subtle hem that decorates his pants barely enough to rouse your arousal. It doesn’t stop you from rocking against him like a horny teenager, the desperation growing as he splays his warm hand across your stomach.

“That’s it mesh’la, rub your gorgeous scent all over my thigh.”

His other hand explores your body with the patience of a saint, the slow sweep following your dips and curves. Your shoulders, your breasts, your waist, then back up again, each touch purposeful as he maps your erogenous zones. You gasp when he ghosts your fingers along your neck, his teeth taking their place as he sweeps his hand downward. You shiver and moan when he tweeks a nipple, the sensations making it harder to control your breathing. You whimper when he manhandles your waist, the wet patch you’ve left on his pants chilling his skin as you gyrate against him.

“Please ...”

“Please what?”

“Fuck me.”

He barks out a laugh, the sound muffled by your heated skin.

“Well, Since you asked so nicely.”

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Hi Vodika 🥰

I'm back with a second ask for your follower celebration!

Could I get a Wolffe x Fem!Reader with a narcissus and pansy bouquet? Where the reader ends up in the hospital and Wolffe confesses his love for her when he visits and realizes how much she means to him?

Please and thank you 💚😘💚

@the-bad-batch-baroness

Accidents Happen

Summary: You've been crushing on Wolffe for, what seems like, forever. But you're convinced that he'll never feel the same. However, when you're injured at work, things change.

Pairing: Commander Wolffe x F!Reader

Word Count: 2020

Prompts: Narcissus - unrequited love, Pansy - you occupy my thoughts

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni

A/N: You did say that Wolffe was on your brain! So I hope this story makes you happy! And here's your personal divider that I made for you. As a note This is Wolffe's message, and This is the reader's messaging.

Early mornings are the worst, you think as your alarm goes off at 5 am.

You lay in bed for a moment, listening to your alarm scream at you from across the room, before you sigh and swing your legs out of the bed and push to your feet. 

Early mornings where you actually have to do work the whole day are even worse. You blearily cross the room and hit the button on top of your clock, before you flip the lightswitch, making it impossible for you to go back to sleep.

And then you cross back to your bed, and grab your comm from its charger.

Several messages from your friends from the night before. Several more from your boss from last night and early this morning. A handful of emails that need to be deleted or responded to in kind.

You sigh heavily, and open the app for your work. You quickly log in for the day, before you go back to your emails. You absently answer several work emails as you pad through the apartment into your kitchen.

You set your comm down on the counter, still scanning your emails, and you grab your electric kettle to fill it with water. You set it back on it’s stand and flick the power switch, before you grab your comm again and turn to leave the room.

You start to reply to an email when the dark blue bubble of your instant messenger pops up on the screen.

You up?

Your heart speeds up and your face heats when you see the simple words sent to you by Wolffe. Your crush on him is, frankly, embarrassing. 

Tragically. Morning Wolffe. What’s up?

Comet has been harassing me to remind you about the book. The one with the birds.

You stare at the screen blankly for a moment, You mean The Raven Emperor series?

How should I know? Probably.

You giggle, Wolffe, there aren’t any actual birds in that book.

I really don’t care, sarad.

Well, someone’s grumpy this morning.

You’d be grumpy too if your twin brother stole all of your caf.

What, the GAR doesn’t give you a caf supply.

The GAR wouldn’t give us armor if we didn’t need it to win the war.

You can hear him rolling his eyes across the text message, and it’s kind of impressive. 

Anyway

Me and the boys are going to 79s this evening

Coming?

I wish.

I have a building that I need to appraise, and it’s something like 200 apartment buildings. 

I’m going to be busy until midnight

🥺

Ah.

Well, next time then.

You wait a moment for Wolffe to say something else, but he went offline soon after.

I want to go on a date with you. Your finger hovers over the send button, before you sigh and shake your head, deleting the message. 

Wolffe would never be interested in you. Not like that.

You just have to be happy with his friendship.

And here you thought ‘love unrequited’ was just something in the trashy romance novels you read in secret.

You allow yourself to wallow for a whole 30 seconds, and then you remember that you still have to shower and eat breakfast, and you toss your comm on your bed as you hurry into the fresher.

The chat with Wolffe means that you don’t have time for a proper breakfast, especially if you give yourself time enough to shower properly, but you think it was worth it. He’s Wolffe, after all.

Fifteen minutes later, you’re scrambling out of your fresher, pulling your wet hair into a messy knot at the back of your head, and you hurry back into the kitchen. 

In your rush you accidentally pour some hot water over your thumb as you fill your travel mug with the water, and you release a pained hiss. “I don’t have time for this,” You say to the empty apartment. You eye the blister critically, and decide that it’s not worth the hassle of treating it

Quickly, but carefully, you finish putting your breakfast together, and you hurry out the front door.

Your boss wants you at the complex by 6 am.

And luckily, you make it. By the skin of your teeth, maybe, but you’re still on time.

“You’re almost late,” the stern looking older man scolds.

“The keyword there being almost,” You counter, as you look up at the building, “This is the Meridian Complex?”

“Yep.”

“You spent how much on this?”

“2.5 Million Credits,” He sounds proud about it.

“This is a death trap.” You point out, cringing as a fake shutter falls off a window three stories up.

“It just needs a little work.” Your boss says, and then he pauses, “You are up to date on your vaccines, right?”

“Ha. You’re hilarious.” You pull your datapad out of your car, and glance at the information on the screen, “You have the keys?”

“Yup, all of the door codes are set to 00000.”

“Noted.” You make a note on the datapad, “After you.”

Half an hour later, you realize that your conservative estimation of this taking until midnight was far, far too generous. This is going to take days.

You look around at the rotting floorboards, and at the graffiti and holes on the walls, and you sigh. At least the paycheck is going to be really nice.

“Hey! I think I found a half decent apartment!” Your boss calls from down the stairs, “Second floor, 209. We can use this as a staging room.”

“Coming!” You shake your head at the sheer mess, and half wonder if you could message Wolffe and ask for the Wolfpack to help. You laugh softly at the idea, the boys would be more than happy to help, you’re sure, but it’s not realistic.

You start up the stairs.

But, if he was willing to help, you could spend more time with Wolffe, which would be a win.

A weird noise makes you slow to a stop, and you pause, tilting your head to listen better.

“What are you doing?” Your boss asks from the top of the stairs.

“...I heard something-” You trail off as there’s a cracking noise under your feet.

Your boss’ face goes gray. “Hurry!”

You go to take one more step, when the cracking noise returns. And when you put your foot down on the stair…it keeps going.

You don’t even have time to scream as the staircase collapses under you.

The last thing you see as you topple backwards is your boss’ horrified face, and you hear a shout of your name.

Wolffe is not having a super day.

On top of the fact that Fox stole all of the Caf and the fact that he’s been confined in his office doing paperwork all morning, the fact that the Wolfpack’s pretty sarad won’t be joining them at 79s tonight just shoved him into an awful mood.

Nights out are always better when she’s with them.

He glowers at the various documents that need his signatures. He should be grateful. He’s not Marshal Commander. He’s seen the amount of work that Cody, Fox, and Bly have on a daily basis.

He’s lucky that he is only a commander and he only has this much work to do.

…yeah, nope. That didn’t help.

He rests his head on his hand as he taps his stylus against the table. “When Alpha said that a command position was worth it, he was a filthy liar.” Wolffe announces to the room at large.

He should make Comet do this paperwork in exchange for the free time he’ll need to read that book series he’s going to borrow-

Wolffe’s thought process is cut off when his office door slides open and Comet bursts in, “Commander!”

“What is it?”

“Sarad is in the hospital.”

Wolffe’s heart drops into his stomach. He drops all of his work and grabs his helmet, “Which hospital?”

“Coruscant General. Sir, where-?”

“I’m going to go check on her, of course.” He pushes past Comet, “You’re in charge until I get back.”

“Yes, sir.” Comet pauses, “Let us know how she is?”

“I will,”

The trip to Coruscant General doesn’t take long, Wolffe is able to walk the distance. And, as luck has it, no one stops him when he enters the hospital properly.

“Can I help you sir?” The nurse at reception asks.

“I hope so,” Wolffe replies, before he offers her name, “I was told that she’s here.”

The woman nods, “Are you the husband?”

Wolffe pauses for half a second, “Yes, that's right.” He lies.

She nods again, “On the fifth floor, room 517.”

“Thank you.” He marches over to the lift, and presses the button for the fifth floor. Wolffe’s mind is whirling. How was she hurt? How badly? Does he need to set up a guard rotation for her?

Did someone attack her? Does he need to get the guard involved?

The lift comes to a stop and he steps out, and heads to the nurses station. He offers her name once more, and again, lies about being her husband, and he’s pointed in the right direction.

The door is shut, and Wolffe lightly knocks on the door. He doesn’t get a response, but he pushes the door open anyway.

“Sarad?” The lights are dimmed, but not so much that he’s not able to see her.

She looks…bad.

Covered in bruises and bandages. Various machines attached to her, monitoring her heart rate and blood pressure and giving her IV medication.

“Oh, cyare.” Wolffe walks over to her, and looks her over. Every inch of her is covered in angry looking bruises or cuts. “What happened?” Gently, very gently, he brushes a strand of hair out of her face.

A lot of the tension he hadn’t realized that he was carrying drains from his body now that he’s sure that she’s not dying or dead.

It’s kind of funny, in a way.

Sure, he’s always known that his sarad was important to him. He’s not been blind to the fact that she’s always on his mind and that he never isn’t thinking about her. But he didn’t know just how important until this very moment.

Wolffe’s fingers linger on her cheek, and he’s startled when he hears a soft moan from her. “Sarad?”

Hazy eyes peer up at him, confused, “‘lffe?”

“Yeah,” He smiles at her, “It’s me. How are you feeling?”

“...wh’re?”

“You’re at Coruscant General, you were hurt, do you remember?”

Her fingers flex, and Wolffe takes her hand in his free hand, “Stairs,” She mumbles, some of the haze leaving her voice, “The stairs collapsed-”

“Unlucky,” Wolffe says quietly, as he sets his helmet on the side table and then sits in a seat, “How are you feeling?”

She’s quiet as she considers his question, “...fuzzy.” She finally says.

He chuckles, “I’m not surprised, by the look of it, you’re on some good pain medicine.”

“Wolffe?”

“Hm?”

“Why are you in the hospital? Are you hurt?” She asks, her brow furrowed as she tries to puzzle it out.

“Come on, Sarad. You know the hospital doesn’t treat clones.” Wolffe brushes his fingers across her lips, “I’m here for you, of course.” He pauses, “I also let everyone believe that I’m your husband. Sorry.”

She hums, “I don’t mind.”

“That I lied?”

“Being your wife.” She clarifies, “Sounds like fun. Let’s do that.”

Wolffe laughs, “I think we’re skipping a couple of steps, Sarad.”

She hums again, her eyes fluttering closed, “Don’ care. Love Wolffe.” She mumbles.

His breath catches in his throat for a moment. And then a wide grin crosses his face. “Are you still awake, cyare?”

“Mm-hmm.”

“I love you.” He whispers into her ear, and then he presses a light kiss to her temple, “You’re not going to remember this when you sober up, and that’s okay. I’ll just tell you again and again, as many times as you need.”

She smiles at him, the drugs hitting her hard again, “Stay?”

“For as long as you want me, sarad. Promise.”

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Mimi ❤️!! Congratulations on hitting 450 followers 🥳!!

If you'd like, could I suggest Commander Wolffe and the prompts: 18 and/or 35?

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Awww @ulchabhangorm thank you, love!

I realized on my previous post, I didn't put a warning. Oops. Anyway, I'll include a warning this time.

Enjoy.

Just Breathe

Warnings: anxiety, slight panic attack, mentions of death, broken finger, surgeries, medical procedure, kissing.

Main Master List   |  Star Wars Fic Roulette

You took a deep breath, needing to calm down your mind. There’d been just too many injuries, too many bloody soldiers, too many you couldn’t save. It was just all too much. You just needed peace and quiet. Needed to remember you were more than just someone who stood by and watched soldiers die. 

Wolffe was looking for you, he knew in battles like this, you always suffered the most. You always made sure everyone else took the time to recoup, while you ploughed through the difficult carnage. He smiled when he saw you standing outside of the camp looking up to the stars, he loved the way the moonlight illuminated your face, your bright eyes that were full of sadness pulled on his heart strings.

“You shouldn’t be out here by yourself.”

It was the only reprimand he would give you on a day like this, he walked up behind you, wrapping his arms around you, pulling you in close to his chest. 

“I know. I just … I just needed to breathe.”

He rested his lips on the side of your head, pressing a gentle kiss, “Hmmm, and did you?”

You swallowed the anxiety, fighting back the tears, “I think so…”

“Doesn’t sound like it”

A shuddering breath escaped your lips; you hated how much Wolffe really knew you, how much you tried to be strong. You turned in his arms and held him close, burying your face in the crook of his arm and shoulder, wanting to escape from the reality that was this world.

“It’s okay, cyar’ika. I got you.”

You simply nodded, letting your tears escape, and finally finding the comfort you had been so longing for, as you felt Wolffe bury his face in your hair, his breath on your neck, and his hand rubbing your back up and down. 

You shifted when you realized he kept his left hand elevated and away from you. You wiped your tears as you looked into his warm eyes that would always be your home.

“Wolffe, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” He shook his head, ignoring the pain in his hand. He looked at his cyar’ika’s face which told him you didn’t believe him. He let out a sigh, he didn’t want you to be worried about him, “It’s nothing, don’t worry about it, cyar’ika.”

“Now, I know there’s something wrong,” you pulled back and looked at him, holding out your hand for him, “Show me.”

“Cyar’ika, let’s worry about you. I can wait.”

“I’ll keep standing here, and not saying anything until you show me your hand.”

“Well, I can play that game too, cyar’ika.”

You nodded, and stood in front of him, hand raised, keeping your eyes locked on his, with an unimpressed face. You stood there staring at each other for a good ten minutes before finally he caved, “Alright, alright. Here.” He placed his left hand in yours, his glove was off, his middle finger  bent at an odd angle.

“Wolffe, your finger is broken!”

“Like I said, not a big deal.”

“I swear…” you started mumbling under your breath as you looked at his finger, “you need to thank the force, you didn’t have a pinched nerve or something. Otherwise, we would’ve had to amputate this, you do realize that!”

“As I previously stated, not a big deal” he smirked as he looked at you. He knew how much it drove you crazy, when he downgraded an injury, simply because he wanted to see how angry you got. Plus, it had the added benefit of making you stop thinking about your anxiety.

“Come with me,” you took his other hand in yours, interweaving your fingers. Shaking your head as you walked back to the med tent. Forcing him to sit down, as you tried so hard not to laugh at his best, ‘What did I do?’ face. You grabbed your supplies, pulling over a cargo crate so you could sit on it. 

“Just so you know, this is going to hurt, okay?"

“You always say that, but how can it hurt when I’m looking at the most beautiful face in the galaxy.”

You smirked as he tried to distract you, “Keep it up.” You challenged him, as you looked in his eyes and held on to his finger.

“What, you think, you can make me cry?”

“I don’t think. I know.”

“Not possible, my most beautiful cyar’ika. Your eyes are … AHHH! Son of a nerf herder!”

You laughed as you straightened out his finger and braced it, wrapping the splint around his finger. “You’ll have to keep this on for three to four weeks, and no strenuous activity for two weeks after.”

“Doesn’t really work on a battlefield, cyar’ika.”

“Hence the splint.” You smiled as you leaned forward pressing a kiss to his lips, “Better?”

“Mmm, I think I need a little more” he threaded his good fingers through your hair and pressed your lips to his again.

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desire for obedience

Pairings: Commander Wolffe x Jedi Fem!Reader

Words: 5656

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Maker, he looked positively frightening. 

It aroused you to no end. 

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

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

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

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

“What the fuck were you thinking?” 

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

“I- I was just…”

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

Which is how you found yourself in this mess. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I was thinking of you.” 

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

“I’m- I’m always thinking of you.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Wolffe.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He truly thought you were of more value than him. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes sir.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh yeah, h-how so?” 

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

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

“Hmm.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Damn right I am.”

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[xxidontwikeitxx]

Screaming.

PROFESSER WOLFF IS CANONNNN.

@wetforwolff @harleysarchive

Credit: @mercedesamgf1 on Instagram

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[happy-beeeps]

Stay.

Summary: When the weight of loss is too heavy for Wolffe to hold, you do your best to shoulder it for him.

WC: 1.1k

Pairing: Wolffe x gn!reader

CW: mentions of death, angst, loss, grieving, alcohol, brief descriptions of canon typical violence

It’s raining when he first shows up. The kind of rain that batters against your transparisteel windows and flashes lightning bright across your room in shattered, drawn out chunks. The concept of having such violent storms with an artificial weather system never really made sense to you, but you supposed whoever’s job it was to run it needed something to spice it up.

The 104th isn’t due to come to Coruscant until the morning, if they were lucky they’d be in late in the evening, and by the time Wolffe had finished briefings and set his gear down, it would be beyond reasonable hours to sneak his way to you. Instead, you did your very best to keep yourself busy, pouring yourself a glass of wine and tidying up your apartment. You’d taken his whole shore leave off of work, and you planned to spend it however he wanted. Wolffe wasn’t overly fond of crowds, but you’d spent dates at 79’s, Dex’s, or just in bed, wrapped up in each other and an overly fluffy comforter.

You allowed the fond memories to swim past your eyes–anything to not think about the fact that you hadn’t heard from him in nearly three rotations.

It wasn’t unusual, his squad was elite, stealthy. It didn’t make it any easier.

There’s another thundercrack, another spray of rain–then raps on your door. The unmistakable sound of hands on the smooth durasteel of your apartment door.

He’s not supposed to be here yet, you check your chrono to confirm. You haven’t even gotten a sip of your wine, and it’s only a few hours away from the dead of night, and there’s still no message from him. Still, it’s a knock at the door, and you’ve been to know to forget you’ve been shopping on the holo until a parcel arrives days later.

When you do finally make your way to the door–the knocks are incessant and quickening, and you hit your solicitor with a bitter “hold on a second!”--you throw it open, hair out of place and mouth pouting at the intrusion.

Wolffe… Wolffe is here. In front of you. In one piece, though accompanied by scratches and cuts, only a few with bacta patches or stitches. His shoulders are slunk low down his back, and he looks like he’s gripping your door jam for dear life.

He doesn’t say anything, not even when you murmur his name in surprise, eyes shooting up and almost welling with tears at the sight of him. He says nothing, but collapses into your arms in one fell motion, gripping your frame tight in his arms, tight enough that it nearly hurts, and sobs.

You’dve sooner bet on a rookie podracer from Mon Cala to win the Boonta Eve Classic than you’d expect to hear Wolffe sob. Now, you’d do anything to make it end. The sound makes you let out tears that threatened to spill from your eyes, and you understand the gravity of this past mission, and you hold him closer. Someone didn’t make it back.

You guide him backwards into your apartment and the door slides shut behind you, and in the stillness of the room he breaks even more, moving to sink down to his knees. You meet him, gripping him even closer, whispering quiet coos and “I’m here’s.” After what feels like eons of suffering, you’re in pain even thinking about how much pain he must be experiencing, he pulls back to look at you. His hands grip each of your cheeks, and you mirror his actions.

You attempt to lighten the mood. “I see two hands, two legs, two feet, one eye. I’ve got you back in one piece.”

He smiles but then shuts his eyes and shudders. “It should’ve been me. I’m the Commander. I’ve let them down.”

“Wolffe, stop, what do you mean? You came home, there’s no way you let anyone down.”

“No, you don’t get it,” he’s shaking his head now, gripping your face gently but with more pressure, as if he’s assuring himself he’s actually here. “They didn’t make it back.”

“Who, Wolffe who?”

His eyes are wide, tears escaping from even his mechanical eye–something you didn’t even know was possible–when he starts. “Mesh’la… Everyone.”

You don’t know how to respond. It feels like the wind has been sucked out of your chest with a vacuum. The tears are slowing now, you know no one hates to cry like Wolffe does, but he just looks numb. Lost. For nearly the first time in your relationship, you really don’t know what to do.

So you do your best.

It’s late, still raining, but you don’t care. You grab two ponchos from the closet by your door and drag Wolffe to the garage connected to your apartment. Your speeder, a sleek white with no roof, has often been your confidant when Wolffe was away. Maybe it will work with him.

The rain is pelting both of you when you peel out of the garage, blurring into the ever constant traffic of Coruscant. You like to fly, not recklessly, not fast, but just the monotony of flying keeps you focused. It’s easy to focus on nothing else but the lanes of traffic and the people around you. You’d contemplated letting Wolffe fly but decided against it—a decision you’re grateful for when you glance out the corner of your eye and see the way his knuckles whiten around their grip on your thigh, or how he stares so intensely out at the busy city.

You say nothing to him, and he says nothing to you. What is there to say to someone who just lost not only his brothers, but his squad. You know it isn’t his fault, there’s genuinely no way he could’ve avoided this, but you know he doesn’t feel that way. He’s going to bare those deaths of his brothers on his shoulders for the rest of his life, and you’ve taken your job to help carry the burden.

You finally ease into a slow, rounding descent towards your garage, and just before the neon bleeds out into the darkness of the space he murmurs out, quietly, “Thank you.”

The walk back to your apartment is still, but there’s less of the uneasiness of before. The weight is there, and it will be forever, but you think he’ll learn to carry it.

He’s quiet, shifting on his feet in front of your door. “I should go.”

“Or you could stay a little longer?”

And he does. Following your invitation he follows your hand back into your apartment, to your bed, and into your arms. You spend the rest of the evening tracing small circles onto his back and finally, when you’re certain he’s drifted asleep, you let yourself weep, thanking the maker that Wolffe came home.

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[rexxdjarin]

No Shame

Commander Wolffe x F!Reader One Shot

Summary: Based on the above song - You and Wolffe have been FWB for quite some time and although you want it to be something more, there's no way he would ever want that with someone like you. Right? Word Count: 7k Chapter Warnings: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. 18+ RATING, angst, FWB to lovers?, dom!Wolffe (is there any other kind lol?), p in v sex, fingering, light bdsm themes and spanking (if ya squint), self-esteem issues, self-doubt, hurt/comfort, very mild arguing Notes: this is loosely based on themes of this song (or rather what I imagine a happy ending to be like bc I refuse to write shit that ends sad haha)

[crossposted on ao3]

Commander Wolffe was always far better than any other partner you’ve ever had. He was so good. Too good for you. His interest in sleeping with you often scared you. Because you knew you loved him and sleeping with him was only making that affection deepen. But you were filled with self-doubt. Denying your own worth against quite literally the perfect man. You weren’t a carefully engineered genetically ideal human. You were just you. Average men didn’t even like you. His interest in you didn’t make sense. Someone as perfect as him could never love you. No matter how much you wished he could.

You filled your life with men you thought you deserved. Men who could never measure up to him. Men who couldn’t even call themselves men by comparison to him. You were inferior. You knew it. He’d be ashamed of you. Ashamed to be seen with you. The fact that he even wanted to sleep with you at all was just because you were easy and accessible. That’s what you told yourself. You wouldn’t bother wasting his time by asking him to do all the relationship stuff you wanted. He’d probably laugh at you.

You tried to cut it off before you hurt yourself. Before you loved him so much it would kill you to ever see him walk away in disgust. But you couldn’t stop yourself. Every time you swore it would be the last, you found yourself comming him, begging him to find you and fuck you like only he could. You felt pathetic needing someone, who didn’t think of you for even a second, so badly that it hurt. So you decided you’d look elsewhere for the relationship you wanted, even if they were far less than everything Wolffe was.

Tonight you walked through the doors of 79s with your date and saw him sitting at his booth with all his men, clutching his drink in one hand and staring up at the waitress with a warm smile, an actual fucking smile, on his face. Finally, something in you just snapped. He didn’t want you. He really didn’t. He could look at anyone, no, everyone else the way you wished he’d look at you.

Your date stood beside you, not even noticing you as you seethed in anger beside him. He was too busy eyeing several of the twi’lek waitresses to notice. If you actually cared about him, you’d be as angry at him as you were at Wolffe, who wasn’t even yours. He would never want to be yours. As if pulled your direction by gravity itself, Wolffe turned and looked directly at you.

The familiar darkness you knew all too well wiped whatever warm friendliness you’d just seen right off his face. His brow furrowed in anger and his eyes narrowed, looking you up and down with the disgust you knew he’d felt for you. You’d never brought dates here before, but in order to move past him you’d have to show him you didn’t need him anymore. Even though everything inside you was screaming that you did.

You stood by the bar watching Wolffe stand up like he was going to walk toward you, only for him to turn and enter one of the freshers in the back. You excused yourself from your date to use the fresher and followed into the one Wolffe had just entered. You pushed open the door to find him leaned up against the wall scowling at you.

“You know I don’t appreciate you coming to my bar parading around some other pathetic excuse for a lifeform you’re dating. It’s insulting.” He spat, his voice low and his brooding expression dangerous. He took up all the space in the entryway, his broad shoulders caging you in against the door you’d just locked behind you.

“Your bar? Since when do you own 79s? It’s Republic property.” You argued, trying your best to stand up to him without breaking down already. Looking at his perfect face was hard enough from across the bar, but it was even more painful just an arm’s length away.

“I am Republic property.” He scoffed sarcastically, stepping close enough to you to press his puffed up chest into yours. He slammed his hand on the door just beside your head and smirked at you. “You’re not going back out there to that lowlife. I won’t let you.” He muttered, the slightest hint of desperation littering his tone. But that was probably in your head.

“You don’t get to tell me what I can and can’t do, Wolffe. Haven’t you already taken enough from me?” You practically whimpered, turning your face from him as you felt tears well up. His face was only inches from yours and you could feel what felt like his glaringly angry stare burning a hole right through you. 

“What? You’re the one that calls me. You’re the one begging me to come over. You’re the one pushing me away.” His voice was escalating and he stepped back, lowering and unclenching his fists, giving you space as you flinched at his every word. He was right. That’s exactly what you were doing. Keeping him away from you so that when he finally realized he could do better, that he deserved better, it wouldn’t devastate you so much. 

And yet, as you crumbled against the fresher wall, you realized it didn’t matter. Knowing him at all had already devastated you anyways. He was too good for you. You didn’t deserve him. He should be fucking ashamed that he’d stooped low enough to be with you.

“Not enough.” You whispered, finally finding the courage within you to admit to him how you felt about this arrangement and yourself. You were never going to be enough for him. He might as well leave you here now. Save himself the humiliation. 

“You’ve made that pretty fucking clear. It’s never enough. Nothing I do, nothing I am…is ever good enough for you.” His shoulders sagged and he looked at you pitifully, an expression the big, rough Commander had never shown you in all the time you’d known him. 

He’s…got it all wrong. It’s backwards. How does he not realize that it’s you that isn’t good enough for him? That you could never let someone like him waste their time on you. He shouldn’t waste his time loving you. Even if all you ever wanted was to love him. 

“Wolffe…no. It’s not you-” He stepped closer and leaned his face down to your ear. He lifted his gloved knuckle along your cheekbone softly, brushing your hair aside and kissing slowly up your neck. You let out a shaky sigh, swallowing your thoughts down as he awakened the same desperate yearning that he always did. Whenever you were in his presence. Whether he was directly in front of you or 30 clicks away. Whenever he was near you, you needed him like this. 

“Who’s gonna touch you like me? Hmmm? Him?” He asked, running his hand down your arm and tracing his tongue along your jaw. He pulled back, smirking as you trembled with need you couldn’t deny yourself. He pushed you up against the wall gently, slotting his knee between your open thighs. He brushed against your heat and sent a shiver of pleasure down your spine. You let out a soft moan and he chuckled quietly. “No. He doesn’t know you like I do. Make you feel good like I do…Care…about you like I do.” 

“Wolffe.” You sighed out resting your hands on his chest before he crashed his lips against yours. He slid his tongue in your mouth, overwhelming you and stealing every breath you needed to form words you wanted to say. He melted you. He always did. You drowned your sorrow in the flood of arousal that he sent rushing between your legs whenever he touched you. 

He maneuvered his thigh against your clit, making you break the kiss to moan desperately. “That’s it, mesh’la. There’s that sound I love.” Warmth radiated from your core outwards, the feeling consuming you and making a thin sheen of sweat coat any of your exposed skin. You forgot your pain. You forgot your self-consciousness. Your inferiority. It was just him. Him and the pleasure he always brought you. Even if it was just a momentary comfort from him, you’d take it. You’d take whatever he gave you until the end of time.

“Wolffe…mmmf please. Feels s-so good.” You whimpered, resigning to the pleasure and burying the inevitable. Pretending he won’t take what he needs and walk out that door like he should. “More.” You gripped the armor on his chest for dear life and looked up at his handsome, stern face with the pathetic, lovesick adoration for him that he’d never return, but you couldn’t help showing. You rocked your hips against his codpiece and let your hands fumble with his to tear it off him to get the salacious contact you needed.

He shoved his gloved hands underneath your shirt, tearing the fabric off your head and onto the floor. “You look…fucking incredible. Much too good for anyone else to have. No one else deserves to touch your skin,” His hands gripped your breasts hard, kneading them and teasing your nipples to hardness. 

His hand slid down your torso and tore down the skirt from around your hips, leaving you bare and exposed in front of him. He slid two of his thick, gloved fingers through the slick between your legs and grunted in amusement. You whined at the contact, jerking your head back against the door as he teased your clit with the heel of his palm. The dizzying pleasure buzzed through all your nerves, making your eyes slam shut. 

Just as quickly as he started working your heat under his touch, he pulled away, lifting his coated digits to his lips. “No one else deserves to taste you,” He grabbed your face in his other hand, making you watch as he slid his fingers past his lips and dragged the taste of you across his tongue. He let out a strangled exhale, releasing the digits with a pop to settle them between your folds again. He slid his hand down to your neck and curled his fist around the smooth, unmarked skin. Slowly, the pressure of his fingertips increased, making you feel the race of your pulse as he sent your heartbeat skyrocketing.

The hunger in his brown eye was dangerous and alluring, making you crave the thorough fucking he was planning on giving you even more. He rested his forehead on yours, staring deep into your eyes as he plunged the same two fingers inside you. The delightfully sinful stretch at your entrance made your eyes roll back in your head as the pounding of your walls around him matched the thumping rhythm of your pulse. “No one else deserves to feel that pretty pussy strangle them but me. Saved this dripping little cunt for me, didn’t you, darlin’?” He growled, his hand on your neck massaging gently and loosening just enough to let you speak.

“Yes, Wolffe.” You moaned, gripping his forearm and hoping he could feel just how desperate you were to tell him how much you only ever wanted to belong to him. That every part of you was his. All he had to do was say so. The gnawing in the back of your mind always told you that day would never come. That physically using you like this was all you’d ever be any good for to him. 

“Say it louder. Don’t think he heard you out there.” Wolffe teased, motioning to where your date was somewhere beyond the door you were pressed up against. Wolffe’s fingers curled up against your front wall and pressed hard, making you buck your hips forward in response. He kept at it, nudging up against the same spot as he twirled his thumb against your sensitive clit. “Louder, mesh’la.” He growled, encouraging you as he edged you closer to your climax.

“Wolffe.” You cried out, your mind going numb as flows of pleasure flooded your center. The fresher echoed with the obscene shlicking sound of him fingerfucking you deep and hard, your body unable to resist a carnal reaction to him. You spread your legs wider, your back arching off the door to give him deeper access and he took it. He pressed his fingers inside to the knuckle and laughed devilishly.

“That’s it. There’s my filthy girl. You’re so fucking pretty…look at you- you drive me fucking crazy. Walking in looking like this…I can’t help myself, darling. I have to fucking have you.” Your insides were overheating, the heat in your gut swelling higher and hotter until you were seconds from snapping. 

You watched him through your hooded lids, his eyes roaming your body like he was trying to commit to memory what you looked like. His jaw flexed almost in anger, like he was trying his hardest to prove his worth to you and you still wouldn’t budge. He was fucking handsome always, but especially so when he was grumpy and pissed about something. His scowl always made him look so serious even though you knew he was a sarcastic and witty fucker when it really came down to it. 

You weren’t scared of him or intimidated like everyone else. You felt safe and protected around him, like nothing in the world could ever touch you as long as his arms were around you. But it was all spoiled by the fact that he never stayed for long. Always left you by morning. Never went anywhere he could be seen with you. And you know it’s because deep down he doesn’t care about you. Doesn’t care about feelings. Doesn’t care that you love him. So you run from him whenever you can find the strength to. But you’re never strong enough to stay away from him for long. And now, as he’s coaxing another orgasm out of you, you think he probably hates you for that too.

“Gods- why won’t you let me keep you? I don’t want anyone else to ever touch you. To know you like I do. Look at me, cyar’ika.” He shook you out of your own intrusive thoughts, his lips just inches from brushing your own. His eyes were wild and desperate for your attention, not just because he was drawing out the strongest orgasm of your life with just his hands, but because he wanted your sole focus, your entire body, to bend your will until you broke for him. He was looking at you like he was asking you for more and for the first time you realize you might be wrong. About everything. 

You look up into his eyes as yours fill with tears. Just a few more passes of his thumb tracing circles on your clit and you’re cumming hard. Your eyes lock with his as the orgasm collides into you. Your walls entrap his fingers inside you and your thighs shake around his forearm. Your mind blanks as the euphoria surges through your nerves, down each and every extremity and your vision is just him. His eyes, one brown and one cybernetic gray, watching what he did to you and smirking. Clearly immensely pleased with himself. 

“Wolffe…” You choke out behind high pitched moans and soft whimpers. “It’s not enough. I…need more…” More time with him. More attention. More dedication. More of his hands on you. During sex. Before. After. You just needed more. 

You needed him for more than what this was. 

You needed him to tell you he loved you like you loved him. But how could someone like him want you for more than just sex? He had every better option in the galaxy. He’d never choose you, so you could never ask. You could never risk losing what little part of him you did have. You couldn’t say all of that right now. So you begged him for more with no explanation of what more was.

He let out a frustrated growl and rested his cheek against the side of your hair. “You want me to fix that for you. But it’s never enough. You need more…deserve more than just something physical. Why do you always comm me if you’re scared to be loved?” He asked, his voice softer and more delicate than you’d ever heard him be with anyone. You panted as you toppled down from the height of your orgasm and you rested your hands on his chest. He misunderstood everything. You weren’t scared to be loved, you were just positive that the one you loved could never love you. 

“I’m not, I just…You shouldn’t have wasted so much time on me. Aren’t you ashamed to be seen with someone like me?” You asked, watching his brows raise in surprise and both his eyes blinking away dumbfounded confusion. He closed them and stepped back shaking his head. 

“What are you talking about?” He rolled his eyes and ran his hands down his face in exhaustion. “Why would I ever think something like that?”

“You only like what I can do to you, Wolffe. And you’re ashamed that you’ve stooped so low to be with someone like me.” You shouted at him with every bit of viciousness you could muster, to finally push him away from you if he couldn’t bring himself to care for you like you deserved. “I’m not good enough for you. That’s why you never take me out. Why you never let yourself be seen with me. I’m just here until you find someone better. And I can’t keep letting someone who doesn’t care touch me like that. So I’ve been trying to find someone who does.”

Wolffe whipped around like you’d just shot a blaster bolt through his back. His lips curled back in a snarl and he pointed the same fingers that were just inside you to the door behind your naked body. “You think that asshole cares about you? Who’s the one who noticed you the second you walked in here? Not him. He was too busy eyefucking the waitresses right in front of you. Who’s the one who knows exactly what you’re feeling just by the look on your face? Not him. He couldn’t tell how much it kills you to be ignored everywhere you go with him. Who’s the one who knows every square fucking inch of your body and exactly how you need to be touched? Not fucking him. Because he’s out there forgetting you exist. And I’m in here. With you. Because I’ll always be there for you. I’ve got no shame in admitting that. Who else out there is going to love you like me!?”

His chest was heaving, his heart thumping so hard you could feel it under the hands you pressed against him. He towered over you, tall and sturdy and so angry you could see the steam pouring out of him with every exhale. He was staring you in the face, expecting you to say something. To bite back at him like you usually did. Instead you shrunk away from him, retreating back into the silence of pleasure rising inside you again at the palpable tension between the both of you. It didn’t feel real. You couldn’t believe him. He was just saying things. 

He shook his head and drew in a deep breath to calm himself, grounding his boots to the floor. “I’m not ashamed of you. That’s insane. I could never be. It’s that it’s not safe for people to see me with you. I’m- ugh- I’m trying to protect you. Because I don’t want anything to happen to you. Because I can’t let anything happen to you. I’m sorry if I ever made you doubt for a second how I feel about you. But you can’t deny there’s something here, mesh’la. I know you feel it too…I love you. Don’t push me away. Please.” He rambled, grabbing both sides of your face and staring deep into your eyes with a fierce fondness that was so unequivocally Wolffe that you knew he wasn’t lying.

Tears welled up and spilled over your cheeks as you finally let the walls break down. “I just thought you’d realize you were too good for me. Because I’ve always thought you were. Perfect man with an average girl like me. And that’s why you wouldn’t want to be seen with me. And that pretty soon you’d get tired of me and stop coming back for someone who’s so pathetically and hopelessly in love with you. I didn’t want to push you away. But I didn’t think you’d ever feel the same. I didn’t think I deserved you. So I tried and tried to see other people, to run away from you before you had the chance to hurt me. I’m sorry, Wolffe. I’m so-”

Suddenly, his lips were closing around yours, cutting off the last words of an apology you never had to make. “Hey…hey…c'mon now…run away? You know I’m fast enough to keep up, mesh’la. Never letting someone like you slip away from me that easily. There’s no one good enough for you. Doesn’t mean I won’t try and succeed anyway. I’m never going to leave you or give up on you.” He cupped your face between his hands and smirked, “You really think I’m perfect, huh? Even with the eye?”

You choked out a laugh through your blubbering tears and ran a hand up the back of his neck, gripping the dark curls in your fingers. “Even more so.” You nodded, watching the concern in his eyes lessen as he calmed you down. 

“Well, I know I’m more perfect for you than that guy.” Wolffe snickered, pressing his hand against the wall to surround your body with his. You rolled your eyes playfully and pulled him into a deep kiss, his tongue dipping inside your mouth to twist with yours.

“I’m just glad I don’t have to keep looking for guys to date to make you jealous. You’re an impossible man to live up to.” You said breaking the kiss and gasping as he gripped your hips possessively. Your hands ran over the clasps of his armor, clicking it off of him and tossing the chest plate to the floor with the rest of your clothes.

He tilted your neck roughly, kissing along your jaw harshly and using his hands to guide yours across his chest. “Hmm you're right, I was fucking jealous. But I’m glad you don’t have to waste time looking for my replacement in these losers anymore.” His hot tongue kissed up your neck, biting and sucking marks on top of the finger shaped bruises starting to show from his grip earlier. You slid your hands down his torso grabbing at the waistband of his bottoms and pulling them down in one motion. He grabbed your hands and guided them to where his cock sprang up, throbbing for your attention. He laughed darkly in your ear “Besides…who’s gonna fuck you like me?” He tempted you, sliding his cock into your hands and hissing in delight.

He was pounding in your fingers, the head slick and almost purple he was so pent up with need. You dragged a long, slow tug up the shaft and looked down to spit sloppily on top of where you fisted his cock. His jaw dropped open as you coaxed your lubed up fist down his length again, your fingers gripping the perfect amount of pressure around him. “There’s no one like you, Wolffe. No one.” You whispered seductively, batting your lashes at him and twisting your fist back up.

He growled in amusement, happy to have his ego stroked by you once again. “That’s right. Don’t you forget it. Fuck mesh’la-” His words interrupted to let out a whine as you gingerly ran your fingers around the ridge of his tip. He kept his hands on the wall beside your head, letting you work him to within an inch of his sanity and torturing himself by not touching you.

You smirked up at him, your eyes innocent and compliant, as your hands slowly worked him. Resting your foreheads together and brushing your lips against his with every word you muttered, “You can never forget your best…can you, Wolffe?” Your other hand ghosted down his bare chest seductively, fully preparing to get on your knees and taste him the way he did you.

He grabbed your hand just as you began to kneel and pulled you in tighter, the hunger in his eyes mixed with his signature brooding seriousness. His mouth quirked in wicked amusement, like he was still as blown away by you as he was the day you met. He huffed softly, whether out of arousal or admiration you couldn’t tell. “Never.” He answered, the fond softness in his voice a sound no one but you would ever believe he could make. “But if you get down on your knees for me right now…you’re not going to make it out of here looking very presentable for your date.” He teased, the threat more arousing to you than he probably anticipated.

“Oh I’m as presentable as I need to be…” You rolled your heat up against him, pressing every part of you against his toned body. “...for what you’ve got planned in here.” He let out a pained whimper, grabbing the plush of your ass in his hand and rolling you into his body harder than before. In a second, the tension between you snapped and his lips were on yours like you were his only source of air to breathe. Hands gripped waists and scratched down shoulders and backs as you both scrambled to get at each other.

He lifted you off the ground and wrapped your legs around his waist, hovering your slick heat right along his needy cock. “Should walk you out there and fuck you right out on that bar. Front of everyone. Show them how I make you mine.” A deep rumble in his chest filled the room and you rolled your hips along his length to work him up more.

He backed up to the fresher mirror, pressing your back up against the cool, transparisteel wall. “Thought you wanted to keep me hidden. Keep me safe.” You challenged, sucking dark hickies into the tanned skin of his neck and humming as you felt his pulse under your tongue. 

“No. That was stupid. Would rather show you off. Anyone who's got a problem is gonna have to deal with me. You know I’m not very friendly.” He growled, slapping your ass hard just to watch you squirm. “Besides…that’ll you make happy, right? You can let everyone know the Commander claims you.” A rush of heat floods your center, still resting precariously over Wolffe’s length. He felt it immediately, chuckling to himself. “That’s what I thought. Makes you fucking wet, mesh’la.”

His hands tangled in your hair and pulled, forcing your gaze up toward him. You could feel yourself swollen with need for him, the heat in your entrance dripping down to coat him without him even having to touch you. His hold on you was like no other man’s could ever be. Your eyes were heavy with lust, your desire to have him take you, to submit to him, was so strong that maybe you would let him take you out there. In here. In your place. Or his barracks. Wherever he wanted. You finally trusted him. With that fear out of the way, all that was left was your need for him.

“You do, Wolffe. It’s all you. You’ve got me like this. Now make me yours.” You beg, your thumbs tracing gentle, affectionate circles on the plane of his chest. You sink your hands lower, feeling his body shiver slightly under your touch. You traced the intoxicating dips of his abs flexing as they helped carry the weight of you effortlessly. He was fucking gorgeous. You don’t think anyone ever tells him that enough even if they treat him like he is.

“Look at you…giving me orders now…you’re lucky you look so pretty tonight…or I’d have to do something about you being so mouthy…” His hand closed around your throat gently, squeezing just enough to make the blood pound in your ears. He scowled at you menacingly, his brown eye glinting with mischief because he knew how much you liked being touched like this. With his other hand he pulled your face closer, your lips inches from his and dragged his thumb across them. “Want my name to be the only thing falling from these lips, darlin’. Loud.”

You nodded hastily, slipping his thumb into your mouth and moving yourself into position over his cock. A wicked grin spread across his strong jaw and he lined himself up with your entrance. He ran his fingers through your folds soaked from your first climax and slicked it down the length of his cock. Slowly, he pushed past your entrance, spreading your walls to make space for the sheer size of him. The feeling made Wolffe toss his head back and sigh, carefully pressing himself deeper with your every inhale as you adjusted.

You could never get used to how thick he was, his cock stretching you out almost painfully. He watched you react, both to make sure you were okay to keep going and to practically feast on the sight of you taking all of him. “Wolffe…stars- move..please.” You gasped, grabbing at his chest desperately for more of him. You needed him to do what he does best, tear you apart from the inside out. To not bother being so gentle when you could more than take a little roughness. 

Without even taking another breath, he pulled back, the head of his cock the only part of him still inside you. You whined loudly at the loss, earning you a scolding smack to the ass and teasing growl from Wolffe. “Impatient..” Before you could argue, he slammed into you even harder, the length of him filling your belly and making the tension coil even tighter.

You choked out what sounded like his name with each powerful thrust, scrambling for some part of him to take hold of. You tangled your hands in his dark hair and pulled, bit down on the taut muscles in his shoulders and dragged your nails down his back. The deeper and harder he torqued his hips, the harder it was to keep quiet. Which was exactly what he wanted. “You’re so…fucking good, Wolffe. More, baby.” You begged, feeling the familiar tingling of your climax starting to build in your core and swelling outwards.

“Can’t..get enough…already…” He leaned forward and bit down on the hardened bud of your nipple, making you gasp. His tongue soothed over the mark on one side before he switched to the other and repeated the action, leaving his mark on all the parts of you he loved. You could feel his grip on your waist starting to bruise and the drag of his cock inside you pounding against your walls.

He pushed your back further up the wall to change the angle and the head of his cock speared into a spot so satisfying you yelped. “Fuck..fuck..Wolffe.” You whimpered, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes as you held on to his biceps, hoping it would hold him in place enough to hit that same spot again.

“Say it louder. Louder.” He growled menacingly in your ear as he fucked into you against the fogged mirror. His teeth gritting as huffs of overexertion and dissipating anger left him, his cheek pressed against yours and groaning in your ear with every snap of his hips. “Who’s gonna fuck you like me, mesh’la? Who?”

He was drilling into you so deep you could barely fill your lungs with air before your chest forced out moans of his name. Sounds he desperately wanted to hear more and more of. “Wolffe. Wolffe. Stars- fuck me, Wolffe.”

“Fuck you’re such a good girl. My good girl. You were made for me. This…perfect…tight…pussy. Fuck- made for me. You’re all fucking mine. Say it for me.” He grunted, holding your entire body close to his with just one hand and speeding up his thrusts. Each growling moan through his gritted teeth rumbled low in his chest and rattled through your bones, the deep frequency lulling you into a familiar ecstasy. You were his. He meant it. You were safe and comfortable and more fucking happy with each full thrust than you could ever remember feeling in your entire life.

“I’m yours, Wolffe. I’m all yours.” You sighed, grabbing both sides of his face in your hands and steadying yourself as each of his brutal thrusts took you. He smiled, that same warm, affectionate, sideways little smile he gave that waitress earlier, but brighter, happier, softer somehow. Because this time this smile was personal, it was meaningful and it was yours. 

“Gonna make you keep saying that until you believe it, cyar’ika.” His hand slid up your back to cradle your neck as he crashed his lips into yours head on. His hips pressed upward, shoving you higher up against the fresher mirror and smudging the fog behind you. His cock was spreading you open, the sounds of wet friction echoing on the tiles and making you both crave each other faster, hotter, and harder. You swore if Wolffe had pounded you any harder he might shatter the transparisteel mirror or break the duracrete wall behind that. He might take down the whole damn bar if he felt like it. With how powerful his thrusts were, he was certainly strong enough.

Hip bones slammed against hip bones as he chased the high you were carrying him to. Tighter and tighter your walls squeezed as he touched you, fingers on your clit, possessive grips on your waist and tangled fists in your hair. He was ravaging your body deeper than he ever had, consuming all he could of you like he never wanted to forget how you felt. How he and only he could make you feel. You were kidding yourself ever going out with other men. There was no one else. As soon as you thought it, it was spilling out of your mouth. “Ruin me, Commander. Ruin me for anyone else but you.”

He practically howled at that, digging his fingertips into the plush of your waist and angling your hips lower. His cock speared into the deepest part of you so brutally you yelped, dragging your nails down the rippling muscles of his back. You could make your possessive marks all over him too. Make all his men wonder what or who their mighty Commander had gotten tangled with back home. 

“Oh, so that’s what you want, dirty girl? You want me to fuck this tight little cunt the way only I can. You want me to pump you so full of me it’s dripping down your thighs when I walk you out of here. That’s if you can still walk straight…” He practically threatened, pulling himself all the way out of your entrance painfully slowly only to ram himself so hard back inside you that it took your breath away.

“Wolffe!” You gasped, feeling the pooled up heat in your belly starting to overtake you. The white hot pleasure began to sear through your center and radiate outward, losing all sense of feeling for anything else but the drag of Wolffe’s cock inside you and his hot exhales fanning over your face with every word.

“Ah ah…you asked for the Commander. So that’s who you’re getting now, darlin’. And you cum only when I order you to.” He teased, flashing a wicked grin and quickly circling two fingertips on your clit to spur your rapidly approaching climax on even further. “You know the rules…let me hear it…two little words…”

“Please, Commander. Please can I cum for you? Please.” You begged, looking up at him with the big, pleading eyes that drew him to you in the first place. He thought you were an angel that he could corrupt and move on. But you were different. You were a challenge. He’d met his perfect match. Beautiful little freak that fought him at every turn, constantly keeping him on his toes in front of everyone. 

But here, like this, you were pliant, soft, needy, submissive for him. Because you loved him and he respected the fucking hell out of you for seeing past the tough exterior, for seeing how he craved being soft and caring for someone special. You were a fool for thinking he didn’t love you. All the signs were there. You just couldn’t let yourself see it. Your big, brave Commander challenged your own thinking. Pushed you and fought you and battled you until he brought out the best in you. Until he scared away the notion that you weren’t the best thing this galaxy could offer some lucky someone.

The devotion was written all over his face. The brooding serious and constantly suspicious scowl he wore for the world every day wasn’t what he wore right now before you. He was love sick and desperate and starry-eyed. Well as starry-eyed as his grumpy self could ever look. Commander Wolffe loved you. You. He said it himself. You had nothing to run from anymore.

He grabbed your face in his hand and guided you into a kiss so consuming and passionate it made your overthinking mind blank entirely. It was just him, guiding you toward the edge and cutting the strings that held you back from the free fall you were too scared to take. He pulled back with a smirk and ran his hand along your temple. Your body being held solely by his hips pinning you against the wall. “Yes, my good girl, you can…Cum with me, mesh’la. Together.”

His fingers returned to your aching clit, desperately needing his attention. Masterful fingertips traced shapes against it with perfect pressure and precise speed, while his hips drilled the overwhelming girth of his cock into the painfully satisfying spot in your belly that drove you nearly to madness. One, two, three perfectly timed circles on your clit and you felt yourself teetering over into free fall. Your cunt tightened around him in anticipation and his cock plowed into you, Wolffe groaning as your walls suffocated him in place. “Fuck you take me so fucking good…” He groaned, rambling off in a trail of swear words and harsher and harsher pants. He was just as close as you.

You gasped, rocking forward to rest your head on his shoulder and feeling your thighs start to shake uncontrollably as you rocketed over the edge into your high. Your mind wiped completely, your body hurtling through what lightspeed must feel like. His touches on you are burning startrails and you’re chasing the intoxicating warmth filtering into your every last nerve ending. Your own name filled your ears as his hands gripped your hip bones, the strength leaving him with each rope of warmth he pumped into your belly.

“Wolffe!” You screamed, loud enough that you’re certain people in the booths closest to the door could hear. You hope they do. Twisting your hips and rutting into him to drag the feeling out longer, you bit down on his shoulder and he shuddered, his body tensing as he shot another white hot string of release inside you. He was whimpering and shuddering with every pass and you lost track of just how many times he spilled inside you. He fell into you, catching himself with both hands against the wall and resting his head on your shoulder. He placed the softest kisses he's ever given you along the length of your collar bone as he guided you through your climax. Wave after wave washed over you, your body arching into the protection of his.

“Good girl…ride it out. You’re fucking perfect. Been so good for me. Always are, mesh’la.” He whispered between love bites and slow kisses. His large hands caressed the sides of your waist, lifting your body off the wall to wrap you around him carefully. His spend slowly spilled out of your opening as you shifted, making Wolffe let out a raspy grunt of satisfaction.

Your voice was hoarse from moaning his name and your body was beginning to tire from the sheer blow of the orgasm that rocked you. The feeling was coming back in your limbs and you felt your body go limp in his arms as he carried you. You took in deep, soothing and fulfilling breaths, nuzzling into the crook of his neck affectionately. “Wolffe…?” You asked, running your fingers through the hair at the back of his neck.

“Yeah?”

“I love you.”

He laughed, pulling you back to look you up and down and brushing hair off your face. “I know…you let me fuck you in the fresher…at MY bar. Knew I’d get you someday.” You rolled your eyes and leaned forward to kiss him again, letting him win without argument this time. He reached down to hand you your skirt and top. 

“I didn’t think you’d want me to get dressed already.” You joked, shooting him a puzzled glance.

He set you down on your feet and helped you zip up your skirt while he positioned his plastoid back in place. You spun around to give yourself the once over in the mirror, wiping smeared make up and tear stains off your cheeks. You smoothed out what you could of the mess he’d made pulling your hair, before you felt his hands on your waist again. 

“Well, normally no. But you’ve got a date…” Your eyes met in the mirror, his roaming down the curves of your body and back up. He spun you around in his grasp, leaning down to kiss you deeply. 

“...So we better get back out there before they give our table back to that fucking guy I hate.”

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P.S. AHHH it's done. I loved this work. The inspo just hit me listening to this song and I was like oh this is so Wolffe. I absolutely adore what fanon and canon did with his character. He is the most realistic of all the clones. He's proud and strong and kind of closed off, but only to protect the caring, soft, compassionate person he really is inside. He just doesn't always want to show it. Grumpy Handsome Commander <3

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𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝟵 𝗣𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝟭 ⠀

𝗥𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀:🔞 𝗠𝗶𝗻𝗼𝗿𝘀 𝗗𝗢 𝗡𝗢𝗧 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁 𝗠𝗮𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁

𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴: 𝗖𝗼𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝗪𝗼𝗹𝗳𝗳𝗲 𝘅 𝗙𝗲𝗺!𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿, 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝗶𝗻𝘀𝗲𝗿𝘁, 𝗖𝗼𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗱 𝗙𝗼𝘅, 𝗯𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗳 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗻𝗲𝘄 𝗢𝗖 𝗙𝗶𝗻𝗻, 𝗯𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗳 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗢𝗖 𝗳𝗮𝗺𝗶𝗹𝘆 , 𝗯𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗳 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗪𝗼𝗹𝗳 𝗣𝗮𝗰𝗸, 𝗥𝗲𝘅, 𝗙𝗶𝘃𝗲𝘀, 𝗧𝘂𝗽, 𝗔𝗿𝗳 𝗧𝗿𝗼𝗼𝗽𝗲𝗿 𝗛𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱

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𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: 𝗣𝗟𝗘𝗔𝗦𝗘 𝗗𝗡𝗜 𝗶𝗳 𝗮𝗻𝘆 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗯𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘆𝗼𝘂- 𝗢𝗖 𝗶𝘀 𝗽𝗿𝗲𝗴𝗻𝗮𝗻𝘁, 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗢𝗖 𝗵𝘂𝗿𝘁 𝗯𝘆 𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗿𝘆 𝗰𝗿𝗼𝘄𝗱,𝗪𝗼𝗹𝗳𝗳𝗲 𝘁𝗿𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗲 𝗮 𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝘁𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗻𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗰𝗵 𝗺𝗮𝘆 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗮𝗰𝗿𝗼𝘀𝘀 𝗮𝘀 𝘀𝗹𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁𝗹𝘆 𝗽𝗼𝘀𝘀𝗲𝘀𝗶𝘃𝗲, 𝘀𝗹𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗹𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗦𝗠𝗨𝗧 𝗦𝗠𝗨𝗧 𝗦𝗠𝗨𝗧, 𝗽𝗿𝗮𝗶𝘀𝗲 𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗸, 𝗣 𝗶𝗻 𝗩 𝘀𝗲𝘅, 𝘂𝗻𝗽𝗿𝗼𝘁𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝘀𝗲𝘅, 𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝘀𝗲𝘅, 𝗰𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗺𝗽𝗶𝗲, 𝗮𝗻𝘅𝗶𝗲𝘁𝘆, 𝗴𝘂𝗶𝗹𝘁, 𝗢𝗖 𝗯𝗲𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗹𝗺𝗲𝗱, 𝗸𝗶𝗱𝗻𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝗳𝘂𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻, 𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗻, 𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿 ⠀

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This has been in the works for weeks & tbh I wasn’t even sure I would continue the story I had lost so much inspiration & had major writers block 😣but here it is I know it’s long but the story behind this is long so there will be a PT 2 at some point 🤣

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I apologise now if anything I’ve wrote triggers you or this isn’t really what you want to see on my blog, even if you don’t like it plz be kind✨

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A couple of weeks passed blissfully since the news of your pregnancy came to light. Many happy wishes had been sent yours and Wolffe’s way , from your family, members of the Senate, clones and Jedi Masters alike.

As the days went by Wolffes protective instinct over you only grew stronger and the times he wasn’t here became full of anxiety awaiting his calls. Just to know he was safe, yes the clone wars may be over but that did not stop the crime families or the rouge sith sympathisers and knowing general Grievous was still out there was a cause for concern.

Your father had made you aware of proud he was, his heart was full and wanted to announce it to the galaxy. And once the 104th returned to Coruscant he would be holding a grand party in beautiful old Hall not far from the Jedi Temple to celebrate your news.

Wolffe and 104th had been sent to the outer rim an issue regarding the Pyke Syndicates but that’s all you had been told. Your mind span in circles forming such worry but for now you had to push that to one side and focus on the Holonet interview with Commander Fox regarding the issues surrounding Coruscant, crime was only getting worse and the crime families seemed to prosper without Palpatine. Many unhappy that the clones now have freedom who will protect their planet.

“Ready for this interview mesh’la?” Fox’s voice was soft, calming.

You watch as he takes an obsencnly large gulp of caf.

Brow raised as you let out a small chuckle.

“I’m ready but judging from your caf intake I’m not you sure are Fox” You playfully swat at his shoulder as you both make your way to the front of the senate building.

A sea of crowds protesting loomed behind the Corrie guards, a mass of questions and shouting filled the air. The day was warm, as if lightning had blossomed into the most steady of comforting yellow and orange glows casting its sunbeams on everything it touched, the sky was painted a bright blue decorating the high rise towers with such elegance.

Uneasy breaths hitched in the back of your throat you began to fidget with the hem of your robes, the closer you got to reaching the podium the greater the nerves became. Alas you stood straight aligned your posture and maintained eye contact with every living being stood before you. Fox took his place beside you oozing such confidence, his stance almost domineering.

“Citizens of Coruscant and the Republic I am Senator Crystal Lontac , I am here today with Commander Fox leader of the Coruscant Guard. I want to discuss your concerns over my most recent bill that successfully passed. Clones and their rights…”

You were abruptly cut off by a Rodian man shouting profanities.

“Sir myself and Commander Fox can assure you and every single person here you will be safe and the Coruscant Guard will do their upmost to protect u-“

Ranting and raving from the horde became too much, your senses became flooded in an overwhelming panic. Your heart hammered against your ribcage, a thunderous beat that reverberated through your body, matching the rhythm of your escalating panic All sound seemed to drown away becoming distorted. Clutching at your chest, your fingers trembling, as if trying to keep the racing organ from leaping out of your body there and then.

Through all the chaos you felt a set of eyes bore into you yet unable to pinpoint who they were coming from. Those eyes they followed you - followed each movement you made whilst delivering your speech. Or lack of. Your stomach turned and an uneasy feeling lingered in your aura. Fox was quick to notice the worry painted across your face.

“Thorn have your men take control of this situation now” Fox ordered his trooper sternly via comm.

A sudden dull pain sentaches down the side of your body from something colliding with it, causing you to trip and stumble against the cold steps. Their unforgiving nature creating a pain, sharp like blades. You can already feel the blood vessel under your skin giving way, the black and blue hue will make itself known underthe skin in a matter of hours.

You stiffle out a whimper and fight back the tears that prick at the corner of your eyes and threaten to fall just as you did a moment ago.

"Crystal are you alright ?” Fox rushes to your side scooping you as glass bottles rain down around you both. An angry mob waging their assault on you, a situation you need to remove yourself from. Tear gas falls as the sound of blasters stunning anybody unruly enough who threatens to get get too close.

A sense of calm washes over you as your taken to a small room back within the Senate building, you hear the shrill noise of your comm going off- a hologram is waiting. You allow Fox to answer it your hands shaking uncontrollably, your mind elsewhere. Unable to focus.

Wolffe pops up expecting to see the face of his cyare, yet he is greeted with his Vod. The expression on his face instantly sours.

“Where is she? I’ve just seen that fucking interview- where is she Fox? Answer me!” His brows furrowed and his stare narrows the longer it takes Fox to answer.

“She’s ok Vod, just shaken as you can img-“ Fox’s voice quiet.

“Don’t make me fucking ask again.” The harshness in his tone shocked you and Fox alike.

He lets out a small sigh and walks over to you holding the hologram in his gloved hand smiling down as he places the device infront of you.

Wolffes gaze scans your face.

“Mesh’la I’m so sorry I was not present when this happened I.. I can inform General Plo to send me back to Coruscant.”

Through the blue of the Hologram you can see his eyes widen,a glint of concern and a look dark enough to kill.

“I promise you I am ok” you speak softly trying to blink away those stinging tears.

“The baby…?” His words stumble as he rubs the back of his neck a slight attempt to hide the worry under the disinterested confidence he portrays.

His words force you to grab at your stomach for a brief moment.

“Fox is taking me to see Kix shortly. Come back soon?” You flash him that delicate yet alluring smile, the one that had him hooked the day he first set eyes on you.

“For you mesh’la always. Only a few more rotations” A small smirk tugs the corners of his lips.

Maker you had missed him, his touch, his scent, the heat he radiates, the arrogance he oozed everything about him. His eyes once more become soft before he turns to Fox.

“Keep your channel open brother I have news regarding the Pykes and the family who seem to be controlling Coruscant”

“Affirmative” Fox’s tone now serious. You cant help put ponder what their conversation means.

The days fly by, some mundane whilst others had been hectic from your rather disastrous interview. The the trip to Kix was a pleasant one, it took your mind off everything if only for a short while , yet it hurt your heart knowing your lover was not present with you. Wolffe was with you via hologram but you needed to feel his presence, you needed to feel the way he runs his fingers through your hair, the way he holds you close whispering those sweet words you needed to hear.

Knowing Wolffe was returning back to Coruscant and the large party your father has planned you decided it was time to leave work and focus on the next few days. Your life had been manic and all you wanted was to relax in long hot bubble bath. The sharp beep of your comm breaks the silence in your office.

“Hello mesh’la” Wolffe greets you.

“Good evening my love” those words dance off your tongue. Wolffe knows you smile with more than your mouth, he can hear it in your voice, in the choice of your words. It was beautiful to him.

“We are on route back to Coruscant, I trust you won’t get into any further issues with the general public?” Sarcasm laces his tone.

“I trust you won’t be late as I’m sure you are aware we have a party to attend Commander” you retort. The way you emphasise his rank sends that familiar tingle rushing through his body straight to his already hardened sex.

You chuckle softly knowing the effect you will forever have on him.

“I don’t want to miss a thing” his gruff voice quivers with softness.

“You will be back soon and I am counting down each second Wolffe” you said, the smile beaming evident in your words yet again.

The comm ends and you spin yourself around on your office chair, that cloud nine feeling is back.

You stand up from your desk looking out of the large windows, the hectic life of the planet goes on and on. Each person in the crowd moves as if unseeing hands drag them this way and that, pulling their eyes to one thing and then another, your thoughts drift from your lover to the worries of raising a child then to the little drama of your chosen attire for the party your father will be hosting. Leaving your office within the Senate, Fox and Thorn accompany you to your apartment- the norm.

Once reaching home you say your goodbyes to the clones, yet you were feeling intimidated almost as if those eyes that had been peering into your soul at the interview were only a few small steps away.

You jostle those thoughts out of your mind as much as possible so you take yourself off to the shopping district. Minding your business as you walk out of a small boutique two large figures brush past you in the bustling streets. You smile and mouth a sorry as you continue to walk back to your apartment building, but the feeling of someone behind you , watching you creeps in only stronger than before.

You suck in a sharp breath, the dread only intensifying.

“All alone Miss Lontac?” A tall striking man with glimmering green eyes appears from behind you, something about him and this situation has your blood running cold, but his features are soft … tranquil.

You blink, your brows furrow before you can even utter a word, he smiles at you.

“Senator Lontac… I saw your interview” he chuckles dryly.

“Oh- yes I’m so sorry erm yes I’m alone just off home. I guess everyone in this galaxy saw that disastrous thing” you stutter attempting to cover up your nerves, lacking the protection of your usual clone escorts. Oh maker how you wish and pray to the gods Wolffe was by your side.

“By yourself?” His eyes search yours, captivating yes but something about them seems dark something you can’t put your finger on. He flashes you a smile, his green eyes shine against the evening glow of the neon lights.

“Y-yes I have to get home I need some rest there is an event I must attend tomorrow Mr…. ?” you smile back fidgeting with your shopping bag.

“Finn”

“Let me walk you back Miss Lontac, a pretty thing like you should not be alone even on the surface of Coruscant”

Your nose scrunches in distaste for a few seconds before you realise, you quickly feign a smile.

One hand behind his back he ushers you forward to walk to which you accept his invitation. General chit chat flows as you find talking to him easy, you speak about the party your father is holding for you, about the silly worries of which dress you plan to wear yet nothing in too much detail. In no time your stood outside the bronze entrance doors of your apartment building.

“Well Crystal Lontac I thank you for letting me accompany you on your walk back, however I must admit I am at a loss as to why your partner , the one who is head of the Coruscant guard is not with you in the evenings considering the crime and violence this city is facing” his tone was more dry.

You watch as he leans against the door calmly a wave of cockiness surrounds him.

“My partner..?” Curiosity dripping in your voice.

“Yes your partner he must be defective for leaving such a beautiful girl like you all alone”

“Commander Fox is a friend, we work closely together he is nothing more. My partner Commander Wolffe will be home soon. He is aware I can handle myself….. Finn” your tone was calm, your eyes unflinching.

Finn lets out a small chuckle as he tussles his platinum hair slicking it back in a cocksure manner.

“Ah I see this Commander Wolffe is your romantic partner?”

You pause before answering him, a smile sigh escapes your lips as you gave Finn the side eye struggling to hide your blatant annoyance by his stand off-ish question.

“Yes he is my partner and he will be home soon, he’s due shore leave for a while. Thank you for walking me home, it was very kind of you. Enjoy the rest of your evening Finn”

You turn your back to this tall man and walk through the lobby, something in you has your head turning back to the large doors. You watch as he smiles and waves you off before walking down the brightly lit streets. Wolffe had taught you to trust your instincts , that your gut was always right. The hairs on the back of your neck suddenly prick up, the hair follicles on your arms rise to meet them. Those eyes they are back, piercing into your body, like a seeping darkness. You can feel their sickly intent, enough to make your nauseous. Skin crawling you shrug it off and make your way into the safety of your home.

In the comforts of your apartment you set your purchases down in your bedroom and wander off to the fresher ready for that long hot bath you’ve been so badly craving. Outside the sky was dark, littered with coal coloured clouds and celestial bodies. You watched the steam filling the room, the whiff of lavender carries lightly and smoothly across the air invading your nostrils. Slowly you sunk down in your large tub, soaking in the heated water, feeling it hug every inch of your skin so gently. Breathing in the aroma was a heady combination of bliss and relaxation, to take each subject off your mind for a short while.

An hour passes by, an hour of calm and content. An invigorating feeling soothed your muscles and your over thinking mind. You stood in front of the mirror in the fresher wiping away the condensation completing your usual pamper rituals you studied body your hands drawn to your stomach. You smile to yourself remembering you need to get dressed, maybe eat something, drink some water but the excitement of seeing Wolffe after what feels like an eternity is too over powering.

Finally you step out of the fresher throwing on a white satin night dress barely covering much skin, you plod through your apartment and the noise of the keypad on your door alerts you to your lovers presence.

“Your late again” came your soft voice from the front room.

Laying back against your plush sofa with your eyes closed completely relaxing your body which was in a state of seventh heaven made all that more over-joyous with the battle hardened Commander home. A smile graced your full soft pink lips.

Wolffe began rigorously removing most of his armor until he was just in his blacks before turning his attention to you sprawled across the silver coloured fabric, a small smirk tugged at the corner of his lips as he watched you gracefully climb up from your sofa and walk over to him. His stern expression seemingly melting as he came into arms reach of you, the woman he adored, loved and would do anything for. He wasted little time in pulling you into his embrace, slamming you against the wall lips hot heavy and desperate against yours.

“I’ll make it up to you” he whispers into your neck.

A small breathy gasp escapes your parted lips as you pull him so close, the air around you stills as his rough fingers creep up the delicate skin of your fleshy thigh eliciting a moan as he cups your cunt.

“Mesh’la…. Fuck I’ve missed you” his words as eager as his cock to slide into you and prove just how much he missed you. Your hands glide down his muscular body, ghosting over the thick bulge between his legs. Maker you are craving him.

“Do you feel what you do to me mesh’la?” he whispered in your ear. “Do you feel how fucking hard I am for you?”

“I want you” you mewl out as he presses his palm against your throbbing clit.

Wolffe picked you up effortlessly walking back over to the sofa , his teeth bare, lips only slightly curved into a seductive smile. His eyes bore into you, the gaze between you both never once broke. Your legs clamped around his waist tightly reciprocating his possessive hold on you.

"You're my brightest burning star, you're my perfect desire. His words so soft yet laced with lust.

“It’s like I can feel you under my skin, Fuck- mesh’la it’s heaven to me” his lips graze over yours as the words spilled so beautifully rolling off his tongue.

Wolffe held your elbows softly as he guided you down to the sofa while he took his place standing behind you, admiring the contours and dips of your body. Your light skin complimented by the chalky satin that clung to you.

He bent your body over as he removed the flimsy fabric allowing it to fall down to your ankles, your hands firmly grasping the plush sofa’s back rest. Two large calloused hands fasten round your ass, the hold was harsh but you hungered for it, it felt good and Wolffe knew this.

Your wavy black hair fell gracefully down your back, and this position only enhanced every curve, everything that made you unique and perfect, oh so perfect for him.

At last after gazing across your bare body , Wolffe brought himself to look down to your tight pussy, gleaming wet, embellished by the soft pink hue on your ass cheeks left only mere moments ago by his harsh grip.

The room was filled with your content sighs and small moans.

“Wet already for me” his chuckle was dark.

“Let me show you just how much I’ve missed this cunt” he rasps.

A rough hand ran up your back as his gaze continued to lavish you. His fingers curled tightly around your hair, fisting it, the light tugging had a sharp gasp falling from your lips. The other hand took his rock hard cock placing the tip on your entrance pushing himself in slowly at first, shuddering every inch he got deeper.

A low growl ran deep in the back of his throat.

His immense length throbbing inside your tight walls, and from this angle he can see the flawless sight- your small pussy splitting open around his girth, this sparked something feral, something primal inside of him.

His tip bumped against the edge of your walls, the sting shot through your body like white hot pokers, and in that moment you both know neither of you could no longer resist.

Wolffe pulled out for a brief moment looking down at the sight of your dripping pussy gaping only slightly, then he forcefully slammed himself back in. Barely just starting, your lovers pace turned relentless. He wanted you more than he could ever speak in words, more than he could show, he needed you —and you needed him too.

“Wolffe…” you whispered strained and huffed

“harder… please, harder…”

A dark desire wickedly gleamed in his eyes as his gaze swept up and down your body. An ethereal vision he will never grow tired off.

“Fuck— you like that don’t you ” he hisses

“You like the way I fucking ruin you” he grunts in pleasure, firmly placing his large hands against the soft flesh of your hips.

“Oh Wolffe- oh fuck yes”

Between your moans and groans you gasped for air.

At the prurience of your command, Wolffe sped up his already inhumanly fast vicious fucking, watching as your body writhed and squirmed so pathetically under him.

He releases a deep breath and in a barley controlled voice he murmurs filthy praises and curses. His jaw ripples with unrestrained tension as your lewd moans only get louder.

Music to his fucking ears.

Fucking into you even faster, Wolffe tugged slightly harder on your hair, drawing screams and panting oh so deliriously entranced by satisfaction.

Your walls clamped so desperately around his cock as a heat licked the base of your spine, your legs began to wobble, your heart skittering. The pleasure was intense and so overwhelming, the air in your lungs thick your body vibrating with such a irresistible rapture.

Strings of strained obscenities fell from your mouth followed by praises and more desperate pleas for Wolffe to fuck you harder.

That pleasurable haze sweeps over you as finally reach the point in which you are unable to speak, only a shaking mess of whines and sobs. Your moans so loud filling your apartment, your body dancing as tremors and waves of your orgasm overtake you, sending you to heaven. Your cunt twists in delight as you soak his pounding cock with your milky cum.

“Listen to how wet your cunt is for me mesh’la” his voice was low and gravely.

Your pussy clamped and tightened around his cock crying out his name over and over, it was too much. Wolffe rams deeply into you one last time completely dominating your pussy and with that he came so hard his vision blurred while white dots danced across his pupil’s. Wolffes entire body jerked, pulsed and twitched as he emptied himself coating your walls with his release, leaning his scar decorated body flush against yours sinking his teeth into the crook of your neck panting violently.

Blissful moments passed, your bodies and breathing as one in sync. Wolffe began to slowly draw out of your sensitive core, keeping a steady hold of you as he flipped you over like a pillow and placed you on his lap as he rested back into the soft sofa.

“I love you mesh”la” he whispered into your pulse point.

His hand drifted down between your thighs, and he began to play with the cum that had leaked out of your pussy, his fingers began to work their way through it in soft and slow teasing motions, before gathering it up and slipping it back inside you with a touch so gentle it was like an aphrodisiac, the drug to your most perfect high.

In the hours leading upto your party a wave of nerves washed over you. You clutch your stomach studying yourself against the large mirrored wardrobes, the soft floating light ensemble with a creamy silvery sheen as if woven from starlight hugs your petite body without any fault. The sparkly material folded in a special sue generis manner crossing your breasts starting from the neck, leaving the belly and the entire back exposed- wrapping around your curves with such grace as it drapes over your shoulders , covering your neck and connecting at your core, before flaring back around your hips hitting the floor leaving little to the imagination.

Wolffe stood behind you, stoic and dashing in his grey officers uniform. His calloused hands placed firm around your stomach. His lips graze across your bare shoulder blades as he inhales your sweet floral scent, the one he loves and the one that intoxicated his nostrils so appealingly all those many months ago when he first laid eyes on you.

His tone low, husky.

“I have something for you”

He removes his hands from your body and into his trouser pocket taking out a small grey box.

“May I?”

You wordlessly nod a yes watching him from the mirror as he takes out a dainty yet sparkling cluster of celestial stars pendant. The elongated tips of the north, south, east and west dazzle in the light. Gently he places it around your slender neck , his cybernetic and honey eyes fixated on how it sits neatly into the open area of your chest.

“Wolffe-“ His words cut yours off as he slowly pushes aside your curly raven locks and placing a tender butterfly kiss against the shell of your earlobe.

“Remember I said you were my brightest burning star? I want you to have this as a reminder that you’re the star at the center of my universe. The light in the darkness” he whispers.

“Something I’ve never had and something I never want to loose”

After each word he places kiss after kiss against any part of you his lips can reach, you shudder as his hands roam across your chest, fingertips dance across your arms up your neck and across your jawline. Your body quivers with warmth and endearment.

A giggle breaks the bewitching silence.

“We are going to be late let’s go” you turn around kissing his nose before taking his hand leading him to the door.

A knock has you curious as to who this could be. A natborn dressed smartly in a black tux holds out a small bunch of your favourite flowers Alderaanian flame roses- another preference of your late mother. Still a very hidden secret from Wolffe and the rest of the galaxy. One day you will bring up the courage to really delve into your past and those skeletons in your closet. You thank the driver as Wolffe places the exquisite flowers in a stained glass vase upon a table in your front room, accentuating the aesthetic of the your apartment. The place Wolffe calls home.

A large speeder awaits you both outside your apartment building , as you and Wolffe climb in the nerves stir and rumble inside of you that you fail to notice a figure lurking in the shadows watching your every move. Stalking his prey.

“Mesh’la your father seems to have gone all out here am I to expect this and more once we arrive?” A hint of sarcasm runs through his dry tone.

“It appears my father has taken a leaf out of my mothers book” you speak fidgeting with your dress.

Wolffe notices the aura around you changing slightly and kisses your temple.

“I don’t know much about your mother mesh’la…”

Craning your neck you gaze out at the city, the energetic streets below bustling to the brim continued its normal routine as the starry black sky vibrantly glowed. You let out a deep sigh.

“Another time Wolffe not now” the tone of your displeased voice makes for a rather quiet ride over to the old hall.

He keeps a firm grip of your hand a voiceless way of saying it’s ok we can do it in your own time. Like Wolffe this is something you’ve never had and do not want to loose.

Upon arriving at your destination you are greeted by members of the Wolf pack dressed in grey suits and the Corrie guards in their striking crimson armor, each clone may of resembled one another but they were very different in their own unique way. A bashful smile erupts across your alluring face. Walking in hand and hand with Wolffe you noticed heads turn, you heard gasps and murmurs from the many guests , smiles and cheers as you past by. Once again the harsh overwhelming feeling hit you hard, the sorrowful feeling runs through your body. You could only wish your mother was here to share this news.

Server droids buzz around frantically, laughter and music fills the old halls, a large table covered in quite an assortment of rather delectable looking platters and the smell of Ne’tra gal (Mandalorian Black beer) hit your nose. That and tihaar (Mandalorian spirits) were always your fathers favorite. Mandalorian customs aren’t shy of delicious food and drink.

Your father approached with a bitter sweet smile on his face. Aay’han, you had heard him once call it. The bittersweet moment surrounded by those you love to celebrate while remembering those who aren’t with us. Your beautiful mother to be exact. Most women would be sharing the excitement of their pregnancy with their mother. Unfortunately this is not something you are able to do, and it pains you.

Looping one arm in yours, your father turned to the guests and raised his glass, “K’oyacyi! (Cheers)

An ear splitting sound of cheering and clapping fills the large vintage room, the twinkle of the lights, the smells of the Arallutes flowers decorated around each table, and the faces of people you loved and cared for left a feeling inside one could not describe. You took time out to speak to nearly every guest, Aliit members from Mandalore attended, many members of the senate, a mix of clones from the 501st and the Wolfpack, of course the Corrie guards had been assigned as protection for each person in the room- especially you.

In the far corner you noticed Tup with a familiar lady… Tiva-sa, this brings joy to your heart.

“Well well well and when did you two plan on telling me?” You tease placing your drink down on the table as you eye them both.

“My beautiful best friend it’s hardly news to your announcement” the pretty twi’liek giggles wrapping her arms around you.

For a long while you both hold each other, you embrace Tiva-sa and her kindness, her warmth. You thank the maker for a best friend like her.

“Mesh’la I am so happy for you and Commander Wolffe you both deserve only the best” Tup comments placing his arms around you both.

“I will leave you two to enjoy the evening” you smile softly before walking off to the large dance floor.

You notice Wolffe having a conversation with Fox, by the looks of it this does not show as the average chat, it’s deep. Your mind very clearly elsewhere you fail to notice your father stood behind you.

“Darling ad’ika you remind me of your mother, she would be so very proud of the amazing young woman you have grown to be” his words break for a moment , strained and soft, not his usual tone.

“Wol’ika will protect you once I am gone, he will protect the Aliit and the future.”

“Thank you kag'buir “ and with that he places a light kiss upon your forehead and saunters off to the rest of the guests.

You stand there frozen, a glassy stare at the large grand room and it’s inhabitants, completely submerged by your thoughts and emotions, you feel yourself becoming lightheaded in need of fresh air- you try your upmost to push these feelings aside and enjoy the evening but once again it is becoming too much.

As you take yourself out to the balcony your hands grip the cold rough railings and you feel your breathing steadying, your mind calming once you gaze up to the starlight and the silvery moon above. The shadows of the buildings structure dance upon the ground you stand on. Amid the perfume of the summer blooms from the gardens of the surface levels, feeling the cool of the evening air wash over your body. Inside comes the music of laughter and joy the promise of a new life brighten your dreams.

Those eyes are back and watching you. The hairs on the back of your neck stand and prickle, with no warning a smooth familiar voice appears to your side.

"All alone again Senator..." the voice tails off, slithering its way into your mind causing your heart rate to spike. The sound of your racing pulse beats in your ear drums drowning out almost everything around you. A feeling of dread crept up from the pit of your stomach.

"Commander Wolffe does not seem to know the meaning of taking care of such a beautiful lady"

“Fuck you look a sight in that dress”

Venom. It drips from the words and enters your blood steam paralyzing your for a moment.

“Finn…?” The shaking in your voice was as evident as the shaking in your body.

Finn watched with a dangerous glint in his eyes as you feebly attempted to shuffle away from him only to be frozen in place. He steps closer and closer boxing you in to the railings. Inhaling your delicious scent a slender finger slowly runs across your bare shoulder and down your arm. Panic begins to surge in your blood. You rear back from him as much as you possibly can.

A pathetic attempt.

His fingers snag your wrist yanking you towards him into his chest, the strong smell of whiskey permeating from his mouth invades your nostrils causing your stomach to churn.

“Ah ah ah pretty thing, I urge you not to make this any more unpleasant than it needs to be” a cocky yet cruel grin tugs at his lips.

His grip loosens on you as he slams you into the railings, the thunk of the cool metal bars sting against your lower back. You yelp before protectively clutching at your stomach.

“Take her.” He demands to the large shadows either side of you.

Every fibre of your being tried to scream, but a gloved hand began to snake around your throat pulling your necklace with brute force from your exposed neck whilst the other covered your mouth, muffling your cries. The delicate pendant Wolffe had gifted you only hours earlier dropped to the floor with a soft clunk. You watch as Finn splashed a wicked smile across his face before everything around you began to wane into a dark inky black mass as the tears stream down your cheeks.

The fear became a bitter taste in the back of your mouth you could not rid. Only becoming stronger.

A dull roar of what sounded like blaster shots accompanied by the faint sounds of voices crept into your ears yet your mind stayed blank- thoughts now being lost to the beyond. Fading away.

Cheerful music rings out in the halls, guests indulge and celebrate the night away yet something in Wolffe’s gut tells him that time is not on his side. The conversation between the two Commanders suddenly interrupted by the Commlink on Fox’s wrist beeping.

“Sir we have a situation outside”

A short uncomfortable pause.

“Four terminated however no signs of a struggle. Some of the guests have been asking where the Senator is..”

“Copy that- I want a perimeter sweep of the area that includes a search for Senator Lontac then report back to me.” Fox was calm and collected. Yet annoyance simmered deep down inside of him.

“Sir yes sir!”

There it was again that short and rather uncomfortable pause.

“Where is Crystal?” Alarm flickers across his face as his eyes scan the large bustling room.

A muscle clicks in Wolffe’s jaw, a tendon in his neck so strained ready to burst at any moment. He can feel his control slipping.

“Ner vod- I ain’t seen her for awhile not since she stepped outside…” Fox points out.

His words cut off almost instantly by Wolffe’s harsh tone.

“The fuck you mean she stepped outside? When? With who?” He hisses through clenched teeth scowling at his brother.

The pure weight of Fox’s gaze forces Wolffe to shove past him before he can reply. His feet carry him quickly to the dimly lit balcony. Not a soul around - just your sweet scent he adores lingers in the air. Yet something glistening catches Wolffe’s well trained eyes. His heart sank, a dull aching pain washed over him in waves. A vibroblade to the gut.

The celestial carcanet- the one he used to describe his love for you now laid fragmented upon the chilly stones that looked over the planet below. Wolffe returns to the hall filled with oblivious company tightly grasping the pretty pendant that once sat so perfectly around your elegant neck.

A firm hand grabs Wolffe’s shoulder and his eyes snap open only to see the concerned look upon Fox’s face. He holds Wolffe’s glare and a look is exchanged between the two war hardened men.

“I’m on it brother whoever has taken her will feel our fucking wrath”

Fox turns to face the troopers entering the large hall. The warbles of many comms fill the rather quiet gathering of clones. Splashes of red catch the eyes of the remainder of the Wolf Pack. Comet, Boost and Sinker dash over like a gundark was hot on their heels.

“Commander what’s going on?” Boost speaks as his face searches each of his brothers.

Silence.

“Commander where is Crystal what’s happened?” Sinker asks with urgency.

Hound makes his way past the two other members of the Corrie Guard with grizzer panting away next to him.

He removes his helmet placing it under his arm, letting out a small sigh of exasperation. His face was painted with a troubled expression.

“Commander Fox, Commander Wolffe a search has been conducted but we have been unable to locate the shooter … or Senator Lontac.”

“Wolffe.. Fox … what’s going on?” A voice from behind Hound breaks the low rumble of conversation.

Rex closely followed by Tup, Fives and Jesse enter the group.

“Four of our own dead. This necklace a present I had given her earlier this evening was on the ground… the chain snapped and she is nowhere to be seen.”

The ache in Wolffe’s chest bled like a raw wound. A heavy stone like feeling descended into his stomach. It fucking hurt - more so than when he lost his eye.

“Crystal is.. gone?” A tear pricks at the side of Tups eye as he takes in those last few words Wolffe spoke.

“She…. She is like my sister we have to find her” his voice strained.

“We will Vod” Fives attempt to calm Tup sadly failed.

Each clone stands closely knitted together, mixes of blue, grey and crimson glow under the twinkling fairy lights that garnish the large hall, as they await instructions from their Commanding Officers. Fox sends Hound to inform your father of the current state of affairs.

Wolffe strategises the best plan forward, ignoring everyone around him, unable to truly focus. Everything seems like a blur and the fucking maker is testing him tonight.

Fury darkens his vision and his thoughts. The warmth he felt in your presence- gone. Now only a cold expanse like the dark of space. An anger he is struggling to control. Wolffe knows it and you know it. He would fucking kill for you and he won’t stop until he finds you.

He turns to face Fox, his hand clasped tightly around the broken chain that sat so beautifully around your neck, his jaw clicks once more. Pure pique overtakes his usual uninterested demeanour.

“I would burn this galaxy for her” in a barley controlled voice, Wolffe’s words where a statement.

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I’m Sorry (Wolffe x F!Reader)

Word Count: 2068

Warnings: NSFW, minors DNI, fingering, unprotected PiV

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 m!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 took your jacket off 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 outfit.  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 breasts causing your nipples to pucker, 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 heated cunt.

“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 fingers gently teased your folds.  He sucked on his own fingers and traced circles over your clit.  You reached for his already hard length and pumped the velvety skin.  Wolffe continued kissing you as he continued to slowly draw pleasure from your body. He smiled as he felt wetness around your entrance and used it to create smooth patterns on and in your pussy with his fingers.

“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, helping you rest your leg further up his hip to give him easier access while sucking gently on your neck.  You leaned your head back and inhaled 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 entrance 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 rubbed your pulsing clit with tenderness.  

“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 on his cock.

Wolffe smiled, working you through your orgasm and easing off the highly sensitive nub once he knew you were done. He held on to your legs, and buried himself inside 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: @cloneloverrrrr @staycalmandhugaclone

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[inkstainedhandswithrings]

Hi Phie! Congratulations on 200 followers, you deserve all the love! 🥰 I’d like to request prompts 12 and 39 (if I can do two; if not, you can pick which one! No worries!) for Commander Cody (shocker lol) x fem!reader :)

Thank you so much, and congrats again!!

MOLLY!!! This took me so long, I'm so sorry!! (I have another request to complete that I haven't even started yet, but ANYWAY)

Um,,,, this is not a drabble lol. it's a lot longer. It's also more angsty than I intended but I had fun with it tbh 😅

SO!!

Love & War. Cody x f!reader

prompts: 12. "By the gods, you love her, don't you?" (altered to *Maker,...) & 39. "You are the most beautiful thing I've ever seen"

warnings: alcohol, slight angst, not beta'd

words: ~2k

summery: Cody gets a talking to from his brothers and has a realisation.

I'm gonna tag @softsunburstlove since I know Nova's currently keenly interested in anything Cody.

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Taking another sip from his drink, Cody sighed as he looked across the bar. His brothers were dancing, talking, drinking. Having a good time. Meanwhile, he stuck to his far corner, drinking in silence. It had been... a long week. With the relentless death of war and the mounts of paperwork and planning and strategy meetings...

But that wasn't the thing stealing Cody's sleep. His mind had been on you. It was always on you. Ever since the day the two of you met.

But he was the Marshall Commander of the Grand Army of the Republic and they were in the middle of a war. He couldn't allow himself any distractions. Thinking of the work he accomplished this week though, and the quality of it, he had to consider the fact that that ship might've sailed.

So he sighed, and he took another sip, and suddenly Wolffe, Gree, Fox and Rex were taking a seat across from him. So much for a quiet evening.

"Been looking for you, brother," Gree started, taking a sip from his own drink. "You been hiding from us?"

"Not at all," Cody replied lamely. One look at Rex told him that he'd seen right through him. Truthfully, he didn't expect to be able to lie to Rex. The man himself couldn't lie his way out of a paperbag, but he was quite discerning when it came to his brothers. Though seeing as he ran the 501st, he likely had to be.

"Really? So you're just hanging out in the far corner of the bar, all by yourself, because you wanted us to find you?" Rex fired back.

"Rex," Cody said slowly, in a tone his brother knew all to well.

Rex relented right away, knowing better than to push him. He knew Cody was a smart man. But he also knew he tended to overthink things. That did mean he was always prepared for any possible outcome. It just... took him a while to get there. And Rex certainly understood the importance of thinking this through well enough.

Wolffe, however, was much more blunt than Rex. And much more curious. And he didn't necessarily care about pushing a bit too hard.

"Codes," he began, and was immediately interrupted.

"Don't call me Codes," Cody said, far too quickly. His statement was met with complete disregard.

"If you have a problem, I'd suggest you talk to your vode. Pushing us away and hiding in some corner isn't gonna get you anywhere, vod."

Cody tapped the side of his cup. Wolffe made an excellent point. Talking to his brothers was usually the way he solved the toughest problems. And when they couldn't be solved? His brothers would buy the rounds until they were. He could always count on them.

But thinking of you now? Of your deep eyes, and your beautiful smile and your loving hands touching his body, caressing away the horrors of the war?

Sharing that felt like giving a piece of it up. Telling anyone at all would feel like it wasn't his, and his alone anymore.

Cody realised it was childish, seeing as Rex had already put two and two together. Not exactly a difficult equation either, seeing as he disappeared for conspicuous amounts of time every few days. And that one time you were at 79's with your friends and you caught his eye across the room and he felt like he couldn't breathe anymore. Rex had been right beside him to witness it all. He was grateful that his brother clearly hadn't spoken a word about it, but it did also mean that now that he was having doubts the choice of telling them was his alone too.

Cody sighed deeply, still studying the liquid inside the glass. "It's complicated..."

"Ah," Fox began, nodding knowingly, "it's a girl."

Cody scoffed, looking off to the side. His brothers knew him a tad bit too well.

Wolffe chuckled deeply, leaning over to smack Cody's arm. "And what girl wields enough power to have the Marshall Commander this out of sorts?"

He looked up from his glass briefly to address his brother. "We...," he cleared his throat. "We met shortly after the second Battle of Geonosis."

Wolffe scoffed, rolling his eyes. "Piece of advice, maybe don't try to make a living as a story-teller after the war."

After the war. He'd heard that phrase a lot lately. From you of course. How you'd buy them a house on some back water planet after the war. How you two would start a family after the war. How after the war all would be well. How he could rest after the war.

"Geonosis? That's almost a year ago now, isn't it?" Rex asked, realising that he didn't know as much of the full picture as he once thought.

"Yeah," Cody confirmed. He'd been counting the days since he met you. Wanting to savour every last one of them, knowing that every tally mark on the side of his bunk could be the last.

"So you've been with this girl for...?" Rex trailed off.

"Does it matter?" Cody shot back. Then he threw back the last of his drink and looked out into the crowd again. Gree had brought a bottle of whiskey with him. He quickly filled Cody's cup again, receiving a grateful nod, however, unaccompanied with his usually warm smile.

The others exchanged worried looks, silently communicating what they were all thinking; Cody wasn't himself right now. Something must've happened.

"So a girl," Fox began, always the political one, "A girl you've been with for a while. Isn't that a good thing?"

"Yeah, no," he cleard his throat again. "Yeah, it's great," he said, unconvincingly.

"Okay, how'd you screw it up?" Wolffe asked.

"I didn't!" Cody shot back. Too quickly to keep up his detachment. He deflated then, admitting to the fact that he'd lost. "I didn't screw anything up. Neither did she. Everything's been great for a long time."

"Then what's the problem?" Gree asked.

"It's... she takes it as a promise. Something I can keep. Like my surviving the war this long means that we have a future where I don't need to sneak around, lie to all my superiors and brothers and...," he trailed off, emotion swelling in his chest. Damn, how much had he had today? "I know I can't give her what she wants. I can barely keep it up now."

"If it's more trouble than its worth why not just break it off?" Wolffe offered, always the pragmatic one.

Rex shot him an angry look, but Cody understood their brother. He and Wolffe had always been a bit more... detached than the others. Rex didn't date a lot but when he met someone he liked he was head over heels before the first date was over. He couldn't help it, he just felt that deeply.

Cody certainly felt deeply for you but... something permanent? He'd never had that. War would never provide him with consistency. He had accepted that but he wasn't sure you understood that. How could you? You were a civilian. The sweetest, loveliest, most beautiful civilian he has ever met. But this part of him, you would never fully grasp. He accepted that too. At least he thought he did. But lately, more and more, it was like there was a war going on inside of him. His emotions going haywire all the time and he didn't even know why. And more and more, the center of his thoughts, his feelings, his plans... was you. But that wasn't realistic. That wasn't how this was going to end. Right?

When Cody still didn't speak, didn't even look at them Wolffe's eyes widened and he spoke the words Rex was silently begging him to swallow. "Maker, you love her, don't you?"

He might've choked on his drink. "I... what do you... I'm not... I can't," he sputtered in-between coughing.

When he managed to crack his eyes open again, the entire table was looking at him with identical grins. Even Rex, the little shit.

But damn, if it wasn't the truth. The truth he had been too stubborn to admit. The truth that, at it's core, might not have been as scary as it sounded in his mind. Still scary but... there were worse things, right? Right.

The one thing Cody did know for sure is that the rest of this conversation wasn't going to be conducted with his brothers. He quickly jumped up and mumbled "Excuse me."

****

It was late when he knocked on your door. Usually he comm.s first. Just as a curtesy. He's like that. A little uptight, but always with a warm and kind heart behind it.

So you're quite surprised when he shows up out of nowhere smelling of whiskey and smoke and 79's. But you've had worse surprises.

You smile, a bit of concern glimmering in your eyes.

"Cody? Hey, sweetie, is everything okay?"

You remember the last time he showed up like this. It was after a tough mission. The Citadel, you vaguely remember.

Next thing you know he's grabbing your hips and pressing his lips against yours. You're taken aback now, this is totally new. He'd never been that assertive. Always kind, gentle, caring, loving. This wasn't him. There was a new... hunger in him.

You pull away quickly, not because you don't want him to kiss you but because you're worried. When you search his eyes, you see tears in them.

"Hey, hey," you coo gently, cupping his face. "What happened? Who did we lose?"

"No one," he chokes out, shaking his head. He then pulls you close again, burying his face in your hair.

You're still standing in the door, for all your neighbours to see. You couldn't care less.

"Tell me what's going on, love," you whisper into his ear. "What happened?"

He takes a shaky breath to steady himself and walks the two of you inside more, shutting the door behind him.

"I never told you," he says, his voice still impossibly strained.

You grow nervous now. Was he keeping secrets from you? Was there...?

"What do you mean? Is there-?"

He cuts you off. "There's no one else. I just... I never told you... I love you."

A few moments of silence pass and suddenly you're taking a deep breath and a teary smile appears on your face. "That's okay. I always knew. You didn't have to tell me. I could see it. It's okay."

He frowns, his grip on you tightening as he shakes his head, tears threatening to spill. "No, it's not! It's not. I... I should have..."

You cut him off this time. "I have no idea what it's like to be a soldier. But I know that, saying it to you? Knowing that you might not come back next time? It was the hardest thing I ever had to do. I didn't mind that you couldn't do it till now. I knew. I always knew."

He heaves a deep sigh, as if a weight fell off his shoulders and leans his forehead on yours, eyes fluttering close. "You are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. I love you so much. I'm sorry I wasn't stronger. I'm sorry I wasn't even trying to search my feelings. I'm sorry I wasn't ready to commit."

You smile a little the softest of laughs escaping you, making him feel like his heart was about to burst. "What you couldn't see in yourself, I always knew was there. I never doubted you. You might not have said it, may not have known it was there. But I knew. That was enough for me."

He shakes his head, a few tears falling from his eyes as his nose brushes against yours. "Cyare. How are you so perfect? So patient with me?"

You press a chaste kiss to his lips. "Because I love you."

He spent the night then, whispering silent promises to you. About love, and the future, of all the two of you would do after the war. But the phrase he said most -- over and over again in fact -- was the one he never thought he'd say to anyone.

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Masterlist

Hello my fello Star Wars lovers! I had an old Masterlist going on but it was a bit too much 😅 So here is the new one, I will show updated stories and upcoming ones. I do take requests of any kind, I can make short stories or couple of parts. I also have a taglist for some of my fics and if you want to be tagged in some that will be just short fics. 😌 ‘*’ means there is smutty smut!

If you have ANY suggestions! Let me know, I am open for anything so don’t hesitate if it’s kinky to angsty. 👀

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The Mandalorian

Bounty Series*

Book One (Completed)

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Clan of Three Series* (Ongoing)

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Star Crossed* (Captain Rex x OC, in the works)

The Bar Named 99* (Commander Wolffe x Reader, in the works)

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Clone Wars

Tragedies (Jesse x Reader, in the works)

Dancing with your Ghost* (Fives x Reader, in works)

Bad Batch

Enchanted* (Hunter x Reader, in the works)

Mantell Mix (Wrecker x Reader, in the works)

As the World Caves In (Tech x Reader, in the works)

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[thefact0rygirl]

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[vodika-vibes]

I'm back because I need more, lol. You can totally keep them on the short side. It makes it easier for me to read while at work 😂

Okay, so let's choose something a little different... How about Wolffe, garnet, and winter?

Once again, take it wherever you want. You know me best 😘 It'll be fabulous as usual.

Please and thank you 💚💚💚

@the-bad-batch-baroness

No Power

Summary: A sudden winter storm leaves Wolffe trapped in your apartment with you. Luckily, there are worse people to spend your free time with.

Pairing: Commander Wolffe x Reader

Word Count: 554

Prompt: Garnet - Protective Love

Warnings: None

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni @imabeautifulbutterfly

A/N: I don't think this really feels protective, but, at the same time, it kind of does? Wolffe just gives off protective vibes.

You pull your knees up onto the couch as you watch Wolffe talk on his comm. You can’t hear what he’s saying, the conversation isn’t for you after all, but you can hazard a guess.

This blizzard came out of nowhere, after all. There’s no way that Wolffe is going to be able to get back to the barracks tonight. Or tomorrow, based on what the news is saying.

Coruscant just isn’t made for inclement weather.

Your gaze drifts to the window, and at the snow falling from the sky. It looks peaceful, but you’re pretty sure that it’s nothing more than a facade. 

There’s the sound of a call being disconnected, and you turn your attention back to Wolffe, “Everything okay?”

He glances at you, warmth crossing his face, “Yeah. I was given the order to shelter in place, for the time being.”

“Understandable.”

“I’m not complaining, there are far worse places that I could have to shelter in place at.” Wolffe crosses the room and settles on the couch next to you, and you immediately curl into his side. “Sinker, Boost, and Comet are all sheltering in place at their partners' homes too.”

“I didn’t know that they were dating?”

“Yeah, neither did I.” He presses a light kiss to your temple, “It’s fine. I’ll deal with it later.” His lips trail down the side of your face until they’re hovering just over yours, “Sorry for putting you out, angel.”

“Oh no, I have to spend extra time with the love of my life, whatever will I doooo~?” You tease, giggling as he peppers light kisses all over your face. 

“Brat,” His voice is affectionate, “I suppose you’ll just have to share your bed.”

“Oh no~”

“And your shower.”

“The horror~”

“And the kitchen,” 

You dramatically drape yourself across Wolffe, “Not the kitchen~”

A squeak falls from you as he tugs you, properly, onto his lap and catches your lips in a proper kiss, “Not to worry, cyare. I’ll find some way to pay you back.”

“Ho?”

“I’ll protect you from your neighbors, when they get annoyed at how loud you’re going to be.” Wolffe offers with a sly grin.

You tilt your head, “Why would I be loud?”

His sly smile becomes a cocky smirk, and your face heats. You grab a decorative pillow and smack him with it, “You. You’re such a…a man!”

“You’ve never complained before.” Wolffe replies with a grin.

You open your mouth to say something, only to pause when the lights flicker, and then turn off. “...ah.”

Wolffe sighs, and his arms tighten around you. “I assume that the building has a generator?”

“For heat only.”

“Good enough for me. Let’s dig out your candles and some blankets, and we can make a romantic night of it.”

You smile at him adoringly, “I love you.”

Wolffe drops a kiss to your forehead, and then your lips, “I know. I love you too.”

And then he prods you to your feet and effortlessly navigates the apartment in the dark to find all of the blankets and candles that he needs to make this a romantic night.

And you watch him in adoration for a few moments, before you also get to your feet to go and find your battery powered camp stove. You’re going to need it.

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Not Your Fault (Hunter x reader)

Can't Lose You (Hunter x reader)

Encrypted Communication (Mayday x reader)

My Heart (Mayday x reader)

The Plan (Ezra Bridge x reader)

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Never Abandon You (Wrecker x reader)

One More Chance (Howzer x reader) THANK YOU!!!

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