#Commander wolffe x fem reader

[clone-anon-after-dark]

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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13 — Reassignment

Hiding In Plain Sight

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Pairing: Commander Wolffe x reader

Word Count: 4.8k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I did not authorize a reassignment” He snaps

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

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

“Wolffe?” You say lightly

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

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

“Commander—“ you try to pry

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

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

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

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

“You’re being reassigned.” he says.

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

“The occupation on Atraken” he says.

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

“The disaster has already happened,” he explains.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“And who are you?” Wolffe asks gruffly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I will” he says

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Good. Now move”

—————

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Commander” he falls in step with Wolffe

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

——————

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“The truth, obviously” you laugh.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Tell me”

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

“Mmmm” he hums “Tell me more”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Something I’ve never had

Commander Wolffe x fem!reader

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

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

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

If you want a follow up let me know 🥰

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

𝘄𝗼𝘄 𝗼𝗸 𝘄𝗲𝗹𝗹 𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗹𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗹𝘆 𝗱𝗼𝗲𝘀𝗻𝘁 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗺𝗲 𝗱𝗼𝗲𝘀 𝗵𝗲

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

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

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

“ok Commander” you stutter out … barely

𝘄𝗵𝘆 𝗱𝗼𝗲𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗺𝗮𝗻 𝗱𝗶𝘀𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗺𝗲 𝘀𝗼???

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

“at ease” he says very monotone

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“See something you like, Commander?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Wordcount: 3.3K of straight smut with some cuddles

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

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

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

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

Too slowly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Sure,” you replied. “If you do?”

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

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

“Hop on, darlin’,” he invited.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I’m trying, damn it!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He knew you.

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

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

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

“What can I do?” he asked softly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The dam cracked and then burst. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Was it something I did?” he asked.

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

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

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

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

“But—”

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

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

“Yeah?” you asked in a tiny whisper.

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

“Yeah,” he replied.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What if we tried something else?”

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

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

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

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

“Wh—what about you?” you stammered.

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

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

“Whatever way works best for you.”

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

“All right,” you whispered.

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

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

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

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

“You can touch me,” you gasped.

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

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

“I’m so close,” you panted.

“Kriff, me too,” he growled.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Worth the wait?” you asked.

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

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[justaparsec94]

Strings

Summary: You have a pretty good thing going with the straight-laced Commander. But when feelings start to get thrown into the mix things get a little messy.

Pairing: Wolffe x fem!reader

Word Count: 4,969

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Minors be gone, Explicit

Author's Note: This is mostly just porn with feelings and a tiny smattering of plot. Written for the prompt: Topless and face down kiss on the shoulder.

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You had told yourself that the last time had been just that, the last time. You’d promised yourself over and over again that it wouldn’t happen again, couldn’t happen again. Sure, the sex had been so mind-blowingly good that the thought of never having it again made you want to consider swearing off men for the rest of your life. But that wasn’t the point. The point was that he’d made it very clear that sex was all it would ever be. ‘No strings attached’ his gravelly voice had ground out against your ear as he had pinned you to the wall that very first time. And you’d wholeheartedly agreed, you didn’t need the messiness that came along with a relationship. You just wanted him. At first, it had been good, better than good, it had been great. But somewhere along the way, after all the amazing sex and between the backroom meet-ups, feelings had crept their way into the mix, much to your annoyance. 

You couldn’t even blame him, he was completely resolute in his decision to remain no strings attached. It seemed unfortunately that your heart was the traitorous one in this relationship and that was how you had come to the conclusion that the last time had been the last time. You knew yourself well enough to stop things before you went and did something completely foolish, like fall in love. 

At least, this is what you’d told yourself. 

You’d been prepared for his arrival at 79’s, heard through the clone grapevine that the 104th had returned to Coruscant. You’d practiced your strongest look in the mirror before your shift, ensuring your features could school themselves into cool disinterest. The speech you’d had prepared had been memorized. Short and to the point, no opportunity to improvise. A gentle rebuttal to let him know this thing between the two of you could no longer continue. You’d been determined to end it. 

Of course, you hadn’t really accounted for just how handsome he truly was in person. Your memory had never really done him justice and seeing him again had proved just how much bantha poodoo you were already in when it came to him. Your resolve had crumbled the instant he’d walked through the door, grey and white armour still in place, Kama swinging around his hips, the silver of his prosthetic eye glinting in the flashing lights of 79’s. Yup, you were well and truly kriffed. 

He hadn’t immediately come over to where you were serving up drinks at the bar, but your eyes, as usual, had followed him the entire time as he made his way around. As a Commander he was a notable figure, the men around him parted in respect, heads nodding in acknowledgment as he moved about the bar. He stopped every once and a while to speak with other clones but it didn’t take long before he was standing before you at the bar, the barest hint of a smirk on his face as your eyes connected. 

“What can I get for you, Commander?” You had been impressed with your ability to sound casual despite feeling as though you were about to crawl out of your own skin at any moment as his dark gaze swept over you.

“The usual,” The look in his brown eye had made it clear he was not talking about a drink. 

Your entire body had felt as if it was engulfed in flames as he looked at you. Fleetingly you’d remembered something about a speech, but all words were lost and you had given him an almost indistinguishable nod without another thought.  

And that was how you found yourself in your current situation. Two standard hours later, sitting on the end of your bed in your small apartment, bottom lip caught between your teeth as you watched Wolffe remove his armour piece by piece. Unable to let go of him despite knowing it would be the best before he completely wrecked you. 

It wasn’t just the intimacy though that had you unable to resist him, even though it was admittedly the best you’d ever had, it was the moments between and after too. The moments when you’d fall back in bed beside one another, satiated and panting. When the walls between you would crumble and you’d talk for hours about anything and everything as the night would wear on. It was those moments where you’d get him to smile, or pull a rare chuckle from him. When you’d look over at him and his gaze would be warm, his face relaxed, the stress of his life forgotten for a moment, and looking as young as he actually was. You loved those moments just as much, if not more than the intimate ones. You were falling in love with him. No matter how hard you tried to push it away it was undeniable. 

He was so beautiful. So much so that it was as if he’d walked straight off the screen of one of your favourite holo dramas. You drank the sight of him in greedily, the deep bronze of his skin, the strong slope of his shoulders, the dark hair covering the broad expanse of his chest, the lines of his abdomen trailing down in a v to his hips. No matter how many times the two of you had done this the sight of him never failed to make you flush. 

You stood as he slowly approached the bed, your dressing gown slipping from your shoulders and pooling around your feet in a silky puddle. His gaze was hungry as it roved over your body, the look making your insides squirm pleasantly. You were already wet with anticipation and you clamped your thighs together to create some friction as he stopped in front of you, so close that your chests were nearly touching. He was always so warm and his hand burned pleasantly against your skin as he reached up to touch you, trailing sensuously down from the base of your throat to your hip. His grip against your hip was firm as his eyes roved your face, as though he were searching for something in your expression. 

The look made you nervous, as though he could see the traitorous feelings that had been growing in you over the past few months. But you did your best to keep your features schooled despite the small part of you that reminded you this was a bad idea, that you had decided to put a stop to this so he couldn’t find out. However, that logical part was almost completely drowned out by the need coursing through your body. You wanted him so badly and in that moment you were willing to take whatever he would give you. 

“What do you want?” His voice was so low it rumbled straight from his chest, the sound sent a tingle through your spine. 

He always asked the question and your answer was always the same, “You.” 

He didn’t need to know that your answer had begun to take on new meaning over the past few months. 

An involuntary squeak left your mouth as he lifted you straight off the ground, your legs wrapped around his waist instinctively bringing your bodies even closer together. He moved until his knees hit the bed before he gently tossed you down onto it as though you weighed nothing at all. You landed with a giggle, heart racing in your chest as you grinned up at him. You only just caught a flash of his answering grin before he was on top of you, teeth nipping at your neck as his hands roamed your body. You felt yourself come alive under his touch, no one had ever made you feel the way he did. 

He spread your legs with a rough touch, slotting himself between your thighs as his hands moved to your knees to keep you in place. He leaned back slightly, his gaze dark and devouring as it roved your body. His look alone was enough to have you shivering as you were spread beneath him.

He leaned forward again, his mouth nipping at your ear gently as he spoke in that irresistibly rough voice of his, “You are so beautiful.” 

You shivered again as his one hand slipped up your thigh, moving achingly slow towards your core, “I couldn’t keep my eyes off you all night,” He continued as your eyes slipped closed, you bit your lip to try and keep a moan from escaping you as his hand finally dipped into your folds, “It should be a crime for you to look that good.” 

This time you were unable to stop your moan as his calloused fingers brushed over your clit, slowly and methodically. It took all of the strength you possessed to open your eyes once more to meet his gaze as he continued to explore every inch of you, “It was all just for you.” It was true, when you had chosen your work outfit for the night he had been the only one on your mind. And it had been worth it, you’d felt his eyes on you the entire night while you finished your shift. 

His gaze grew darker and a low rumble sounded in his throat at your words. The sound drove you wild and you tilted your hips, aching for him to touch you more, to build the friction between the two of you. You wanted him so baldly. No matter how many times the two of you did this that ache never seemed to lessen. Your need was nearly blinding and you panted with need beneath him. His pace remained the same despite it, slow and methodical as he slipped two fingers into your slick core, thumb rubbing against your clit as you mewled with pleasure.  

“Wolffe…” You whined as he brought you closer to the edge, though not enough to tip you fully over. It was maddening but at the same time, you never wanted him to stop. Your knees clamped around his hips, pulling him closer to you, determined to keep him in place but you weren’t strong enough to stop him as he leaned back, hand going with him and leaving you desperate. 

You pouted up at him, but he only smirked down at you, his brown and silver eyes winking in the light of the passing speeders outside. 

“Easy, darling,” He purred, which was enough to have you pressing your legs together once more, seeking the friction you had lost. He chuckled lowly at the sight of you writhing in front of him before he reached a hand out to your hip, gently guiding you up from the bed. 

“Flip over,” He rumbled, his hand squeezing you gently as your heart raced in your chest. 

You did as you were told, flipping over on shaky legs as he continued to guide your hips up until you were kneeling on the bed. You could feel the heat radiating off of Wolffe from where he was standing behind you. His length was long and hard against your thigh as he leaned over you, hand sliding gently across your skin and making you shudder. His fingers found your core once more, gliding over your entrance for a moment before his thumb found you clit. You gasped, hands gripping at the bed sheets as you leaned further into him, it was at once too much and not enough. He truly was going to be the death of you. 

You felt as if you were going to combust, lost in the sensation of his hand on you, the heat of him pressed against your back. You were rapidly climbing towards your release, desperate to tip over into pleasure. 

He nipped at the junction between your neck and shoulder, your back arching up into him at the sensation of his teeth against your skin. You moaned loudly as he slid two fingers inside of you, your cunt instantly clutching around him as the welcome intrusion. His thumb continued to work against your clit as he curled his fingers inside of you, hitting that spot that had you seeing stars. You felt as if your body was on fire, the sensations overwhelming and you panted, your breaths ragged as he continued his ministrations. 

“Wolffe…” You gasped as his thumb continued to massage your clit, his fingers curling and relaxing inside of you as you hurtled toward your release. Tease gathered in the corners of your eyes at the overwhelming sensation, you were so close. 

Your body was trembling beneath him, breathing ragged as you felt the slick of your cunt running over his fingers and down your legs. 

He pressed even further into you, every line of his body meeting yours perfectly as he continued to fuck you with his fingers, “That’s it, sweetheart, let me hear you,” His voice rumbled through his chest and straight into you.

“Wolffe…” You gasped, barely able to speak with how close you were. 

He chuckled and then suddenly he was nipping at your neck once more.

And that was all it took. The feeling of his teeth against you once more sent you tumbling over the edge and you came hard against his fingers. Moaning loudly, stars popping behind your eyes as your cunt fluttered around his fingers as your orgasm ripped through you. You tipped forward slightly as your limbs went limp with your release but as always, Wolffe had you. With his free hand, he wrapped a strong arm around your middle, keeping you upright as you rode out the waves of your orgasm. 

You moaned once more, eyes still squeezed shut as his fingers slid out of you. You instantly missed him but before you could even protest he had shifted once more above you and you groaned as you felt the head of his cock glide through your slick to nudge against your cunt. You had barely come down from your first high but the sensation of him pressing against you had your stomach tightening once more in anticipation. 

He pressed slowly into you, giving you the time to adjust to his size. You pressed back into him, groaning as his length filled you so completely, at the friction building in you once more. Your hands fisted in the bed sheets once more as his hands gripped your hips, guiding you slowly over his cock, almost torturously. 

He swore lowly under his breath, fingers tightening on your hips, pressing groves into your skin as you slowly met him thrust for thrust. 

You moaned, head tipping down towards your chest as your back ached up into him, pressing back to feel every inch of him. He moaned, your name escaping from between his teeth as a hiss before he pulled all the way out before slamming back in. The sound of his hips slapping against your ass filled the room, and your hold on the sheets tightened as his pace went from slow to fast in an instant. 

His body bent over yours even more, chest pressed against you, one hand still on your hip while the other slid around to slide up your body. His large hand engulfed your breast, rolling your nipple between his fingers as you gasped and panted beneath him. You had thought your first orgasm had drained you but you were quickly building to another as he thrust rapidly in and out of you, the head of his cock hitting you just right at this angle. 

Wolffe licked and nipped his way up your sweat-soaked spine, sending shudders through your body. You felt as if you were floating, every limb weightless as desired pooled in your abdomen. No one had ever made you feel the way he did. 

Your name fell from his lips once more like a prayer, his hips stuttering against you for a moment, hands pressing so hard into your flesh you knew it would leave a mark.  

Suddenly he pressed a gentle kiss to your shoulder and somehow the gesture was more intimate than anything you had ever shared. It was as if a cold bucket of water had suddenly been poured over you. Your body tensed involuntarily as your thoughts went from focused entirely on your pleasure to all over the place. Your pulse raced beneath your skin and your throat contracted with panic as all of the feelings you had been trying so hard to bury rushed to the surface. 

You didn’t kiss. He was all tongue and teeth but he had never actually kissed you before. The two of you had come to some unspoken understanding that kissing would cross the no-strings-attached line. And up until that very moment, you both had abided by this rule. No matter how quick and innocent it had been it had left you completely unmoored. Your thoughts were reeling out of control, trying to find meaning in the gesture when logically you knew there likely wasn’t any. You so desperately wanted it to mean something. Your eyes blurred, stinging as your breath came out in a ragged pant. You weren’t sure who you were angrier at, him or yourself. 

Wolffe froze, clearly noticing the tension that had suddenly appeared in your body. He murmured your name, his hand gentle against your skin, but you barely heard him over your own raging thoughts. 

“I can’t -“ you finally managed to choke out, pulling away from him and rolling onto your back on the bed. Panic and embarrassment were flooding through you, your eyes burned as you looked up at the concern and confusion etched on his face. He rocked back to rest on his heels, the lines of his body holding the same tension as your own as he looked at you. 

“Are you ok?” His voice was so gentle that it made your heart break even more, “Did I hurt you?” 

“No, no of course you didn’t hurt me,” At least not physically and not intentionally. It was your own inability to remain casual that suddenly had you panicking at his touch, “I just can’t do this anymore…” 

His face was etched with confusion, dark brow furrowing above eyes that had tensed at the corners, “What do you mean?” 

“I thought I could do no strings attached. I thought I’d be fine,” You answered, unable to fully meet his gaze as your voice quivered. You steeled yourself despite wanting to do nothing more than run from the room and never see him again. But the damage was already done, the least you could do now was explain, no matter what the outcome might be, “But then you go and kiss me like that and I want more. I want you, all of you.” 

You looked up at him as you spoke the last word, searching his face for any sort of reaction despite being terrified of what you might find there. But his face remained as unreadable as always. His expression was impassive, as though you had made a comment about the weather and not essentially expressed your undying love for him. Your eyes began to burn as the silence between you stretched on unbearably long. Finally, it became too much for you to handle, the emotions inside you bubbling over as you reached up to press your hands to your face, covering your eyes as the tears pooled. You felt so embarrassed, so angry at yourself for being unable to keep your feelings for him under control. You wished a hole would open up beneath your bed and swallow you so you no longer had to experience his rejection. 

You took a shaky breath, pressing the heels of your hands into your eyes as you tried your best to get your emotions back under control. It was fine, you tried to tell yourself. You could survive this. Despite how much it hurt and despite how much you would miss him you could live without him. It was better in the long run, you tried to convince yourself, better to be hurt now than hurt even worse later on. 

The thoughts running rampant in your head were suddenly cut off by two large, calloused hands gently grasping your wrists. He pulled gently until your hands came away from your face and continued to pull until you were sitting upright in front of him. Despite your surprise at the fact that he hadn’t immediately run from the room you still couldn’t bring yourself to meet his gaze, you didn’t want him to see the tears that you knew were lingering in your eyes. 

“Hey,” He murmured softly, “Look at me,” he lifted one hand to gently rest under your chin, tipping your head up towards him. 

You had no choice but to meet his gaze, tears still threatening to fall from your eyes and your pulse raced beneath your skin. His expression was still impassive, giving away absolutely nothing of his thoughts. It made you even more nervous but you took a deep steadying breath, steeling yourself for whatever he was about to say. 

His face might not have been giving anything away, but as your eyes connected something was pooling in the depth of his brown eye that had your heart kicking into overdrive. 

He was silent for another long moment before he spoke, his voice a soft murmur, as though he were afraid to disturb the silence in your room, “You have me. You’ve had me for a long time.” 

He looked away after he spoke, as though embarrassed by his admission. But you couldn’t look away from him, stunned by his words. Was he actually saying that the entire time you’d been agonizing over your feelings for him he had been feeling the exact same way? 

Your mouth opened and closed a few times as you watched him, a hundred different things rushing through your head. Of course what finally came out was much less articulate, “You…what?”

Wolffe’s answering chuckle was a soft rumble as he turned his gaze back towards you, “You’re really going to make me say it again?” he grunted, dark brow furrowing as the corners of his mouth turned down. But there was a lightness in his brown eye that you had had the privilege of seeing only a few times before. To everyone else, Wolffe was stalwart bordering on grumpy but you knew there was a lot more lingering beneath his surface that he let very few people see it. It was just one of the many things you loved about him. Even if at this moment his aversion to outward emotional displays was driving you a bit crazy.

“I’m yours,” He repeated when it was clear you were just going to continue gaping at him silently.

You didn’t think it was possible but your heart rate seemed to pick up a notch, and your stomach tightened with the emotions that were rushing through you. You felt a flush creep its way up your neck and onto your face. But despite the emotional reaction you were having you couldn’t quite believe he meant his words the same way you did.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” You asked finally, your voice barely above a whisper. 

He seemed to consider his words for a moment before he spoke, “You might have noticed that I’m not the best with words,” He grumbled, one brow quirking up as he looked at you, “And I was the one who insisted we keep it casual. I guess a part of me didn’t want to admit I blew it almost immediately. The other part was afraid you wouldn’t feel the same…” 

You shook your head, a sharp chuckle escaping you before you could stop it, “You stubborn ass,” Your voice was almost breathless as you moved so you were in front of him once more, knees touching, “Do you know how long I’ve been worrying about this?? I even prepared a breakup speech!”

Wolffe’s eyebrows shot up in surprise, a small smirk crossing his face, “Really? Well, let’s hear it then.”

“No!” You protested, moving again so that your hands were on him once more, slowly trailing up from his chest to rest on his jawline, cradling his face, “That speech will never see the light of day. I want you Wolffe, all of you. Only you.” 

He leaned into your touch, gaze softening once more, “C’mere,” He murmured as his arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you into his chest. 

Without another thought you were kissing him, the space between your bodies disappearing as you straddled him on the bed. He moaned softly against you, his free hand coming up to cup the back of your head, pulling you closer as he gently nipped at your lower lip. You had pictured the first time you would truly kiss him a thousand times before, but none of your fantasies had ever come close the the real thing. You wanted him so badly that it was nearly overwhelming. 

His erection pressed against you as you licked at his lips before tangling your tongue with his own. Your kisses were needy, desperate. As though now that you had started you would never be able to get enough of one another. 

Desire raged in your core once more as your hands slid down from his face, slowly across his neck, and down to his strong chest, fingers tangling in the course hair that covered his pecs. 

Wolffe pulled away from you slightly, just enough that your eyes could meet, “Gods, I’ve wanted you for so long,” His grip on you tightened, leaving you breathless. 

“I’m yours,” You whispered back, repeating his earlier words. 

His gaze was dark and ravenous as he shifted slightly, his erection dragging against your hot and slick core. With a single easy motion, he sheathed himself inside of you, filling you so completely it left you gasping in his arms, head dipping towards your chest at the overwhelming sensation. 

He gave you a moment to adjust before he slowly began to thrust up into you, pressing kisses to your neck, jaw, lips, anywhere he could reach as you clung to him. 

You were rapidly hurtling towards an orgasm as your thrusts met his. His cock hitting that spot deep inside of you perfectly each time, your clit rubbing against the base of him with every thrust. You moaned, eyes closing as you gripped his shoulders, using them for leverage as your chest rubbed against his own. Your legs began to shake as his pace increased, thrusts turning desperate as you rode him. 

Wolffe’s head dipped to press a kiss just below your collarbone as his one hand snuck between your bodies to palm your breast. His other hand remained on your hip, guiding your thrusts, his touch almost bruising. 

You were so close it was almost unbearable, your heart fluttered beneath your skin, every inch of you feeling as if you were about to combust with each press of his lips against your skin. But you managed to open your eyes, finding his own lust-filled gaze looking back up at you as your hand trailed from his shoulder to his neck, tilting his head up towards you. 

He met you eagerly, lips crashing into your own as his thrust grew frantic. His tongue pressed into your mouth as you bucked against his hips and that was all it took for you to finally tip over the edge. Your orgasm was blinding, walls clenching sharply around his cock, as the waves of pleasure rolled through you. Every limb felt like a live wire and you tossed your head back with a moan, your grip on him the only thing keeping you tethered. 

Wolffe groaned, his thrusts losing their rhythm for a moment as your cunt continued to milk him as the waves of bliss overtook you. 

Your name was on his lips once more, a hiss of air as his hips stuttered before he came with a shudder, “Fuck, you’re perfect,” He groaned as he filled you.

You were both panting, chests rising and falling as you both rode out the waves of your combined pleasure. Wolffe leaned forward once more to kiss your shoulder, your neck, and your jaw before finding your lips once more. You raised your hands to drag your fingers through his cropped black hair as you met his kiss, pressing into him. 

He chuckled softly as he noticed your legs shake, and with a single smooth motion he wrapped his arms around you, leaning forward and then rolling you both over until you were lying side by side in your bed. You both lay there panting for a long moment, heat still pooled low in your belly from the lingering effects of your orgasm. 

Once your breathing had returned somewhat to normal you turned your head to look over at Wolffe, only to find he was already gazing at you. The smallest hint of a smile was on his face, which was essentially the Wolffe equivalent of a beaming smile. Your own face brightened before you rolled slightly to rest your head on his chest, instinctually his arm moved to wrap around you, pulling you closer as your limbs tangled together.

“You’ll stay?” You asked softly, your eyes beginning to grow heavy as the heat of his body seeped into your own. 

“I’m not going anywhere,” He replied lowly, you felt his response in his chest more than you even heard it, “Ever.”

And you believed him. You finally knew at that moment that his feelings for you were a reflection of your own. And you knew that he would do everything in his power to keep that promise to you. Forever. 

[tsetsiliya]

For the clone-girlies 🥰 well certainly I could think of one or two fanfics that giving 😉this😉

[coffeeandbatboys]

His pack (Wolffe x Fem!Reader)

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

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

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

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

His child.

The thought melts him and builds him up simultaneously.

His pack.

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

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

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

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

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

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

His child.

His pack.

[rex-meshla]

Rex-Meshla's Masterlist ✨

Shadows of the Force

Captain Rex x F!OC

Prologue | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9

Steel Meets Silk

ARC Commander Colt x F!OC

Prologue | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5

Clone Drabbles

Commander Wolffe

Brat Summer

Testing Limits

Testing Limits —Part 2 (NSFW)

ARC Commander Colt

Take What You Need (NSFW)

Commander Fox

An Unusual Assignment

Captain Howzer

Stolen Nights and Shared Dreams

[221bshrlocked]

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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[alegendoftomorrow]

My Heavenly Light

Summery: Commander Wolffe has been captured by Separatists and assumes he’s been left for dead. Slowly losing his mind, his one source of comfort is the prisoner in the next cell who sings every morning. Adding a bit of light to his current darkness, and giving him something to fight for again.

Characters: Wolffe x Fem!Reader (no use of y/n)

Words: 3,359 Words

Warning: Canon typical violence, mentions of torture but no actual torture, prisoners, being held in cells.

A/N: This is my entry for the incredible secret song exchange hosted by @cloneficgiftexchange . Thank you so much for always hosting such fun events that push me to get out of my comfort zone and write again. This piece is for the awesome @221bshrlocked . I really hope you like this fun little adventure I went on. It was my first time writing for Wolffe and I hope I captured his essence for you :)

“I was looking for a breath of life…. A little touch of heavenly light.”

Your voice had started singing earlier today than usual. Wolffe opened his eyes to peer up at the same cold stone wall he’d been staring at for weeks. Or maybe just a few days, he wasn’t really sure anymore. Time seemed to move differently down here. Without any natural light he couldn’t tell how many hours or days had passed very accurately. He’d tried to count in the beginning, but it had only driven him mad.

“A heavenly choir… A little bit of light.”

He didn’t know where your voice was coming from exactly. He’d heard other prisoners screaming in agony, the sound of clankers marching in rhythmic order, or voices whispering together as their wardens passed by the cells. Otherwise, it had been silent, well except for your voice that sang every morning since Wolffe had arrived here. He’d never seen your face, didn’t even know if you had a name or why you were in here. All he knew was your song was the only thing keeping his sanity in place.

“But all the choirs in my head say… No.”

Sitting up off the thin mat laid out on the floor Wolffe pressed his aching back against the wall and rubbed at his eyes. The cybernetic one burned under his touch, but he growled away the pain and pushed himself up to standing. Walking the ten steps it took to reach the cell door, bars of durasteel pressed close enough together he couldn’t slip through them. Wrapping his scarred hands around them he pressed his forehead against the bars and closed his eyes. Listening to the sound of your voice hauntingly fill the underground prison cells. He wondered if his men were looking for him. Part of him hoped they weren’t. He hoped they had left this maker-forsaken planet as fast as they could and never looked back. Knowing them they probably hadn’t though. How many more of them had died trying to find me? How many brothers lost their lives searching for me.

He shook his head in a poor attempt to clear the thoughts away. Thinking of what he had lost, or who, wouldn’t help him get out of here. It wouldn’t bring his brothers back; it wouldn’t stop more from dying.

“But I needed one more touch…. another taste of heavenly…. heavenly….”

The voice faded out into a quiet sob and Wolffe’s head shot back up to stare out into the dimly lit hallway trying to see some other face leaning against the bars. There wasn’t one though. Just the ringing quiet and sniffling sobs.

“Don’t stop,” he said quietly. The gruffness of his voice seeming to have softened some as he nearly begged. “Please.”

The sniffling stopped for a moment as tiny footsteps echoed further own the way. “Is…is someone there?” The voice that answered him was small and a little trembly still, but it was just as sweet as when you sang.

“I’m here,” he said. Sticking his hand between the bars and waving it back and forth a little. Feeling ridicules as soon as he did it. Whoever you were you wouldn’t likely be able to see him even if you could clearly hear him. “Name’s Comm—…. Wolffe. My name’s Wolffe.”

There was some shuffling to his right and then a hand waved out from the cell three down from him. The angle and the dark made it impossible to see your face, but he could just barely make out your hand. Your fingers covered in a filthy bandage that wrapped around your palm and up to your wrist. He shuddered to think why you needed it.

“Wolffe,” you repeated. “What a handsome name.”

Wolffe felt a shiver run up his spine when you said his name. It sounded sweeter than he’d ever heard it said before, like the honey cakes his general had bought for him on one of their first assignments together. He’d never heard it said with such care. Even his brother’s often spoke it with to tease or poke at him with humor, or to agree to his orders with a soldier’s blankness they’d all learned to master. An odd mix of respect and determination with a hint of acceptance that this might be their last mission. Wolffe had used that same tone only with gruffness and a growl flashed at anyone who dared to step too close. Anger kept him alive; detachment kept him sane, there was no room for the warmth that filled the bottom of his heart when your voice echoing softly from your cell said his name again. Getting his attention as he’d drifted off.

“What?” he asked. Shaking his pounding head and forcing himself to concentrate again.

“I just asked why you were here?” the woman’s voice asked again.

“Mission went bad,” Wolffe replied. Closing his eyes against the screams of his brother’s and the taste of blood in his mouth. “We had bad intel. Led us into a trap. My men were….” He trailed off and swallowed back the tightness in his throat. Squeezing the bars until his knuckles were white and his wrists ached.

“I’m sorry,” you said again. Tears Wolffe couldn’t see likely rolling down your cheeks as you sniffled again. “About your men. They say the Maker gives and takes away with equal measure but, recently it feels like all he does is take.”

Wolffe gave a short hum of agreement. “Why are you here?”

There was silence for a long moment and Wolffe felt his gut start to twist in it. A feeling of dread making him grit his teeth and regret asking the question at all. It wasn’t his place to know. It wasn’t like he was in any position to help you; you might not even want his help anyway if you knew what he was. Clones weren’t exactly well liked by all the nat-borns.

“There was a rebellion here before the Separatist’s took over. We were defeated everyone is….” There was a pause and Wolffe hated the way he knew what waited on your next breath. “I’m the last one. They keep me here to control the masses, I guess. Parade me out like a puppet to remind everyone what happens to those who stand against them.”

Your voice was bitter but tinged with a fire he hadn’t heard from you before. He found himself leaning closer to the bars as if that might help him see you better. The angle was still too sharp and the lights too dim. All he could see was your hands. Fingers woven together as you leaned them out between the bars.

“I’m sorry,” Wolffe said grimly. Hanging his own head against the bars as his dark hair fell forward across his forehead. It had grown longer and more unruly while he’d been stuck here.

“Thank you Wolffe,” you said. “You know I’ve been stuck down here for years and not one time has anyone ever spoken to me. Let alone asked me to keep singing.”

“Yeah well…” Wolffe sputtered out for an anser. Not really sure he knew how to put what he felt into words without making himself sound soft. “I’m a soldier. I hear blaster fire, and screams, and orders shouted across fields I will never set feet in again. My brother’s voices can be the only ones I hear for days, and they sound enough like me to make me question my sanity most days. Your singing is…. It’s the only pretty sound I’ve heard in months.”

It’s my heavenly light, he thought but didn’t say. On the off chance he found a way out of here he didn’t want you to think he was some kind of sap. His brothers would never let him live it down if they found out.

His head snapped up when we heard the sound of a door being yanked open and voices rising up between the sound of clankers stepping in time. “I didn’t catch your name.”

“I don’t have a name here,” you said.

“Well I have to call you something,” Wolffe said back.

There was another pause as he watched your hands retreat from the cell door. “They gave me a number. Prisoner 3636. That’s the only name I go by now.”

Wolffe’s heart stopped in his chest and then the warden’s ugly face appeared at his cell door with a snarl.

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It had been weeks since Wolffe had asked you to keep singing from his cell. Every day you watched the sun rise through the tiny crack in your cell wall, up high in the corner where no one else would be able to see it. It’s how you kept track of the days as you scrapped another line down your third cell wall. The other two had already been filled. Slipping the ring you used as a make shift writing tool back onto your finger, you limped to the door and cleared your throat. Singing a new song, one your mother had taught you as a little girl.

“This desert flower…. No sweet perfume ever tortured me more than this.”

Wolffe never sang along, in fact he never did anything at all that showed he was listening, but you just knew he was. Somehow you knew. The two of you had spoken a little more in the past few weeks. You’d learned he was a Commander in the clone army and that he had lost an eye to a Sith apprentice, though you only sort of understood what that meant. He’d learned you liked flowers and before the war you’d wanted to be a diplomat like your mother. You learned that you both had brothers, those that were alive and those that no longer were. You’d learned he loved his Jedi General like a father—whether he said those exact words or not was irrelevant—and he’d learned that you’d been betrayed right before your capture by someone you trusted.

“Sarad?” Wolffe asked when your song came to an end. You weren’t sure what that meant but he’d been calling you that for weeks, so you let it slide without asking. You’d also learned why he hated calling you by your number designation.

“Yes Wolffe?” you called back. Standing on your tip toes and leaning your head hard against the bars to try and see something other than his hands down the hall.

“We’re getting out of here.”

He said it so easily, so matter of factly, like there was truly no doubt in his mind that he was going to get them out of here. “Wolffe I can’t aband—”

“You’re not,” he said quickly.

They’d had this talk before. You couldn’t leave your people, anymore then Wolffe could stay here without his men. You both had a responsibility to your people, one you each could not sacrifice for whatever feelings swirled around inside you that you were far too terrified to name.

“Sarad listen to me. The Separatists are using you to keep your people oppressed, if you escape with me then I swear to you we will come back with an army and take back your home. Together. Your people need to see that you are fighting for them, that you are free. A bird locked in a cage is no good to anyone.”

You bit down on your lip hard and worried it back and forth. Staring into the darkness and willing yourself to find the answer there. Willing Wolffe’s face to appear so you could look into his eyes and hear him speak those words to you. Imagining him holding your hand when he asked you to fight with him, or him cupping your cheek when he called you that nickname, Sarad. Part of you knew these were just fantasies in your head. Things you’d made up when his handsome voice had first reached your ears. Daydreams of a man who would sweep you away fro here and help fight beside you as you liberated your people with his blaster and your rallying speeches. The pen and the blade. Here he was now offering you something though. Not a fantasy but a chance, a chance to get out of here and make a difference.

“Please,” Wolffe’s voice spoke up again. His tone softer than you’d ever heard it before. “I just need a little bit of light.”

“Okay,” you breathed out. Nervousness making your voice shake as you tried to pull yourself up taller, forcing your hands into fists outside the bars. “What do you need me to do?”

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It had all been a blur. One second Wolffe had been crouching in his cell pretending to be asleep when the wardens came by to drag him to his daily torture sessions. The next moment, he was holding a blaster and fishing the keys from the dead man’s pockets. Releasing his little songbird and only giving you the briefest once over before he was dragging you up the stairs and down the maze of hallways above them. He didn’t have time for anything more than that brief look. No matter how badly he might have wanted to look at you properly, to thank you for keeping him sane, for talking to him even if he didn’t talk back all the time, there wasn’t time for any of that.

You pointed the way forward, having been here longer. Your bandaged hand pointing left or right or straight every time they came to an intersection. Wolffe kept those they ran into from talking but he was running out of blaster bolts and chances before one of his shots triggered the alarm system.

“The door on the left and then—”

“Hey, you two, freeze,” the devoid voice of a battle droid called behind them. Wolffe spun on his heels without breaking his stride. Pulling you against his back and firing two shots that sent the droid to the ground. Evidently that was when your luck ran out.

Screaming alarms sounded and flashing red lights appeared above your heads as Wolffe cursed loudly. Grabbing your hand and tugging you towards the door you motioned too. He’d been hoping to make it out a little further before they noticed. His heart raced in his chest as sweat dripped down his neck, staining his threadbare blacks worse.

“Step back Sarad,” he said gruffly. Pushing her back a little as he kicked the door in. Shattering it off the hinges and slamming it into the floor. “Come on!”

He grabbed her hand and raced into the desert around them, just before it all exploded into heavenly light.

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Your lungs burned as you barely kept up with Wolffe’s much longer strides. Your hair whipping around your shoulders and falling out of the frayed black ribbon that’s tying most of it back. A gasp leaves your chapped lips watching the way Wolffe’s muscles flex to easily dismantle the door. Even with all the torture and pain written across his bare skin, the wounds half stitched or left open completely, the blood smeared across his cheek and stained into his shirt, he looks like a soldier. Like one of the heroes your father used to read to you about. He has to say that nickname of yours three times to get you to focus again. The world having gone muffled and quiet while you stared at him.

Racing out the door the dessert air burns worse, and you cough against the oppressive heat that blinds your eyes and makes you whimper out a curse. That’s not what has you tripping over your feet and pulling Wolffe to a stop though. No, that would be because the base that had once been your home was under attack. The walls, the ships, the droids, all of it was burning.

“What is—”

“Commander!” A loud voice called as Wolffe pulled you against his solid chest, smashing your face against his racing heart so you couldn’t see who the voice belonged to. You could feel him tense as he raised his blaster and then…

“General,” Wolffe’s voice was filled with relief as his blaster dropped and he loosened his grip on you though he didn’t let you go. “What the Kriff are you doing here?”

You turned in Wolffe’s arms, your hands clawing into his blacks and trying not to hurt either one of you as you caught sight of the man he was talking to. A Jedi.

“We came back as soon as we could to rescue you,” the Jedi said. Turning his head to face you his wide balck eyes took you in and though you couldn’t see his smile through his mask, you heard it in his voice.

“I see the two of you didn’t need rescuing though. I’m Master Plo Kloon,” he said. “And who might you be?”

You started to tell him your number before you stopped and looked up at Wolffe. The commander nodded and squeezed you tight. “It’s okay,” he said.

So, you gave Master Plo your real name, the one you hadn’t spoken out loud in so many years you were sure you’d forgotten it. The jedi master nodded his head and squeezed your hand with so much care your heart actually ached. No one had touched you with so much care in a very long time not since Wolffe had grabbed you from your cell.

“General I’d like—“ Wolffe started.

“Commander I am not letting you go into battle like this. I’ve radioed Boost and Sinker to bring a transport here to take you both back to the ship and be seen the medics immediately,” Master Plo said with the gentle sternness of a father.

“That wasn’t what I was gonna say,” Wolffe shot back. “This woman saved my life; I want to ensure she has the Republic’s full protection and until then I’m telling you that she’s not leaving my side. I don’t care what the rules or regulations state. Am I clear?... Sir,” he adds almost as an afterthought

Your breath hitches at his words, feeling your heart squeeze as he holds you tighter against him. Your eyes drift up to his face and watch the way he glares defiantly. His cybernetic eye catching the light and fire until it looks like a drop of molten light. As if he were a sun god reborn in human flesh.

“Very well,” Master Plo says just as one of the smaller transport ships begins to descend behind them. Kicking up sand and dirt that Wolffe shields you from without thought. “Until she is safe enough for your standards, she is yours to protect.”

“Thank you, sir,” Wolffe replies. Pulling you along and picking you up as two grey helmeted troopers take your hands to pull you into the transport. Your stomach lurches when they take off. Wolffe barking orders at them before affectionately knocking both their helmets with his fists. He’s back to you in a second. Arms around you as he holds you close like you are something precious, or sacred. You want to ask a thousand things, you want to sing, or scream, or dance, but you do none of it in favor of trying not to throw up as you turn your face into Wolffe’s chest and start to cry.

“Thank you for saving my life,” you mumble so quiet you’re not sure he heard you.

“Thank you for breathing me back to life Sarad.”

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Back To Sleep 🌼❤️‍🩹⚡️ (inspo by the gorgeous artwork done by @/ghostymarni here!) After some bad dreams interrupt your sleep, you find some unexpected comfort in your beloved partner, Tech.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~Fox~

Give Me the Twilight 🌼❤️‍🩹🔥⚡️ inspo by this feral Fox piece by @/ghostymarni Overworked and overtired, Commander Fox is just trying to make it through the rest of his shift, but with a budding migraine it’s been easier said than done. Lucky for him, you’ve got some ideas in mind about how to soothe him.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~Gregor~

For Granted 🌼❤️‍🩹🔥⚡️ Your beloved Gregor returns from a weeks-long mission for the clone underground, and after a long night filled with debriefings, he can’t wait to show you just how much he missed you while he was gone.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~Rex~

More Than That 🌼💢❤️‍🩹⚡️ Something has been on your mind, but you should have known your lover in secret, Rex, would see right through you.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~Wolffe~

Keeping You Around 🌼❤️‍🩹⚡️ Commander Wolffe's assignment to embark on a reconnaissance mission takes an unexpected turn when he finds himself stranded with you—a development he was far from prepared to deal with.

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[starqueensthings]

Ficlets inspired by Song Lyrics:

Crazy Girl, Don’t You Know That I Love You?

Song: “Crazy Girl” by Eli Young Band (country)

Rating/Warnings: 16+ for mildly suggestive themes | CW: anxiety, somewhat irrational fears of death.

POV/WC: 2nd | 1500ish.

A/N: something weird has come over me!! I’ve somehow managed to keep this to a one shot and not develop 300 pages of unnecessary lore!! Brevity?! Is that you?! I don’t think we’ve ever met before! Hi I’m Holly!

“Crazy girl, don’t you know that I love you? I wouldn’t dream of going nowhere. Silly woman, come here and let me hold you. Have I told you lately, I love you like crazy, girl?”

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“Ugh, I should get up.”

Sentiments leaving those lips in little more than a contemptuous growl, he’d uttered that necessity nearly a dozen times now while the chrono continued to tick the future ever closer. Though, as if waiting for some unseen, divine force to grasp his shoulders and simply heave him upward from the ineffable warmth and comfort of that squashy, blanket-laden bed, the only muscle spared that lassitude were the few required to drape his arm across your hips and tug you backward until your curves matched those of his chiseled form.

But his repeated probes for motivation acted as only merciless reminders of yet another imminent absence, and further intensified the plaguing sense of foreboding that had you either unwilling or unable to turn and face him; the near-painful constriction in your chest brought on by his incipient departure ensuring your thoughts remained only that, as voicing a response to that sleepy room – that dawdling soldier – threatened instead to escape your lips as little more than a sob.

“Kriff, I really need to get moving…”

The resolve to maintain any semblance of composed pride vanished as, instead of lifting his body from that white cotton sanctuary, he leant forward slightly and gifted the slope of your neck a series of chaste kisses; hearty sniffle instantly exposing your hidden turmoil as his unexpected display of adoration sent you careening into the harrowing pit of anxiety you’d desperately attempted to shirk.

It took even less than a breath for that newly-stubbled chin to cease its ministrations atop your skin. “Are you upset?” he asked you, the heat of his breath departing your neck as he tipped back to survey your seemingly unexpected demeanor. “What’s wrong?”

“M’fine,” you choked back at him, hurrying to dispel that wetness from your cheeks with a gruff swipe from the back of your hand.

“Nice try,” he argued, chin sinking only slightly as he glared through those dark lashes in your direction. “Roll over. Tell me what’s going on.”

For a moment you considered simply ignoring that polite command, as watching those mismatched eyes absorb the fear neath your features only promised to swaddle you with an embarrassment equi-paralyzing as your present anguish… but more powerful was the realization that those same eyes would be entirely absent for the foreseeable future, and neglecting the opportunity further memorize every inch of that slender, olive skinned face would present as nothing more than your deepest regret should you never see it again.

With a laden sigh, you shifted your weight and rolled over, perching your head atop a bent arm while your free hand traced thoughtless lines atop the small section of uninhabited sheet between your bare bodies.

“I’m just… Well I feel kinda… I dunno,” you started, nearly cringing at how juvenile those words sounded whilst spilling so meekly from your lips. “I just get scared sometimes… Ever since what happened on the Triumphant… Ever since all those men…”

“Mesh’la—”

“What if that happens again?”

”I’m an infantry Commander now, Mes—”

”Okay then what if it’s a bomb that drops out of nowhere? A bunch of droids you didn’t see? Bad intel from stale recon?”

“M—”

“Or what if you do something brash on your next mission because someone’s gone and pissed you off, and it ends up being your demise because you were too busy scowling to watch for an ambush? What happens then? Am I just supposed to go on living without you like that’s even possible?”

Cursing the way your chin quivered atop the divulgence of your fears, you paused for a breath, gaze refusing to depart the mindless squiggles your fingertip still insisted on embossing into the soft sheet between you. But that astute Commander, your loving boyfriend, refused to entertain any degree of distraction in that moment, hurrying to place a calloused hand atop your own to cease the relentless attempts at placating the exposed anxieties of its owner.

Finally meeting his gaze, you spluttered, “I don’t know what I’d do if I lost you. Every time you leave, it just feels like you’re not coming home.”

That soft hitch between dark brows released the tension they’d adopted whilst attempting to follow your desultory reasoning, eyes softening in earnest as they danced to and fro from the contours of your still-trembling chin to the small cataract of tears now escaping the corner of your eye and landing with muted thuds atop the bed next your elbow. But no sooner had that softness emerged was it replaced by an unprecedented levity… the corners of his mouth perking upward as he fought to repress the smirk vying to erupt across those lips.

“Why are you smiling?!” you demanded upon watching his eyes narrow neath crinkled lids, suddenly aghast at the gallish mirth doming his cheeks. “What the kriff is so funny?”

“Nothing,” he defended, only barely repressing the chortle nestled in his throat. “Nothing is funny. I’d tell you not to worry, but you’re not going to bel—”

“Ugh! Just forget it!”

Turmoil suddenly banished by a burgeoning indignation, you sat bolt upright atop that now unwelcoming bed, tossing the sheet from your form and burying your toes into the soft carpet. Ignoring his objection, you snatched your robe from its discarded perch on the floor and stuffed your arms impetuously into each sleeve, nose tipping ever higher into the air as your frustration grew amid every snickering objection still spilling from his lips.

“Ey!” he eventually called as your hand reached for the door of your bedroom, the sudden banishment of all humour neath his tone capturing your attention only enough to still your movements. “Come over here.”

Again, the urge to ignore him presented itself strongly, defiance flaring in your chest in the echoing wake of his amusement, narrowed eyes glaring fiercely at the otherwise austere wood door still barring your exit.

“Cyare,” he warned as your failure to accede his demand continued.

You peeked over your shoulder, that ire quickly dissipating upon first sight of his miraculous figure suddenly exposed and near-glowing amid the budding light of a quickly materializing dawn; that perfectly contoured chest heaving gently amid the deep breaths that had fuelled his shift in posture, the rolling hills of muscle neath his shoulders put on display by their perch atop equally as muscular thighs, one elbow sitting near impatiently on his knee.

Upon the return of your gaze, he clicked his tongue, free hand jabbing a pointed finger toward the floor directly in front of his seat atop the side of that bed, and, infuriatingly so, there wasn’t a force anywhere in the galaxy strong enough to keep your feet still once he’d resorted to non-verbal commands.

Gaze dropping to your hands, you returned to that bedside, standing between his knees and permitting a poignant sigh to blast past your scowling lips.

“I’m sorry I laughed,” he whispered, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you as close as the edge of the mattress would permit, and watching him gently perch his chin just above your navel and gaze lovingly up into your eyes had your stomach lurching, as if the floor below your feet had utterly vanished the moment his eyes locked upon yours. “And you know it kills me that you feel like that… but I need you to trust me.”

Swallowing the reemergence of the lump in your throat, you placed your hands atop his shoulders and nodded faintly.

“Trust that I’m good at what I do…” he continued, tightening the wreath of his arms around your body, seemingly preparing for the chance his words may see you hurtling from the room again. “Damn good. And you need to trust that everything I do, every decision I make while I'm out there, is to make sure I get back to you. I’m not going anywhere anytime soon, not permanently anyways. This… you… mean too much to me. Okay?”

Though you offered him another gentle nod, speech having been utterly stripped from your cognizance by his own heart-felt admission, he clicked his tongue again. “Say it,” he requested in little more than a whisper. “Say you understand and that you trust me.”

Desperate to commit that softened pleading look upon his face to memory, you stole a selfish moment just to gaze down into those asymmetric eyes, lips pursing as they threatened to release another unwanted sob.

“I trust you,” you breathed, guiding your hands to cup either side of that angular jaw, thumbs brushing softly across those supple cheeks. “And I love you.”

“Good,” he answered immediately, hands shifting to firmly clutch your ribs while he planted a kiss where his chin had just lain. “Now put those tears away and let’s get a nice hot shower before I have to go.”

“Ouuuu,” you cooed instantly, letting your eyelids flutter flirtatiously as he released you from his arms. “I’d love that. And if you hadn’t just laughed me out of the bed, I'd consider letting you join me.”

“Your inner brat doesn’t scare me, you know that,” Wolffe cautioned, darkened gaze now dancing hungrily across your semi-clothed form. “Now, get going before I put that mouth to another use.”

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[dangraccoon]

Depends

Week 6 ~ first date ~ hot cocoa ~

Word Count: 733 Content: fluff, little old twi'lek lady that has adopted Wolffe and Fox, first date, first kiss, flirting in mando'a

@clone-wars-winter-challenge

Language Guide:

Mando'a: kih'sarad - little flower gar naritir te ka'ra at dush'kote, sa ratiin - you put the stars to shame, as always

Ryl: bacarkani nerra - grumpy brother dan si'hklesi vrima! - you stupid boy! gruuvan shaal - traditional Twi'lek dish of meat, vegetables, and flowers on a wooden skewer

Your fingers tapped idly against your hips in your pockets as you gazed out over the crowd. They rushed around as you watched, bustling from shop to shop to gather their necessities before the holidays.

You glanced down at the data pad in your hand. You chuckled to yourself. He was late. You had every confidence he’d be along soon, but you knew for a fact that he’d slipped up and mentioned your rendezvous to the wrong people.

You could practically hear Sinker and Boost’s relentless taunts–and the irritable growls that Wolffe would give in response. 

“Kih’sarad,” that familiar voice called from behind you. You couldn’t help the flutter in your belly as you turned around. 

“Wolffe,” you smiled as you turned to greet him. He was still in his armor–not that he really had anything beside it and his dress greys–with his helmet tucked under his arm.

Something shifted in his expression that you couldn’t quite name as his gaze dragged down and back up your body. You could feel your cheeks flush as they always did around him. 

“Gar naritir te ka'ra at dush'kote, Kih’sarad,” he murmured, taking your hand in his to place a soft kiss on it. “Sa ratiin.”

As you searched his mismatched eyes, you found nothing but complete sincerity. He gazed into your soul with an expression you couldn’t describe as anything but sheer adoration. For a few moments, you forgot how to breathe, let alone recognize any of the soft mando’a words he’d spoken.

“What does that mean?” you breathed.

Wolffe smirked. “Where’s the fun in telling you now?” He offered his arm and you took it, letting him lead you through the busy market square. 

He’d been very tight-lipped about where he was taking you–if he hadn’t been, you were sure you’d have at least one member of the Wolfpack on your tail.

The restaurant he’d led you to was a tiny, hole-in-the-wall place. A chime sounded as the door slid open. 

“Who izit?” a raspy voice called from the back room. 

You looked up at Wolffe as he grinned. “Who else, Zetve?”

From the door appeared a short twi’lek woman. She adjusted the glasses on her face as she squinted at him. “Wulffe,” she scolded as she hobbled up to him. “You said you would visit more often! I ‘ave seen zhat bacarkani nerra of your more een the last week than I ‘ave of you een the last month!”

You couldn't help but smile as the older woman scolded him, her cane tapping his chest plate as she ranted about her repeated visits with “Vox”. You could tell he was suppressing his laughter.

“Oh, yes,” she grumbled. “It is so funny.” She smacked his side, aiming for the flexible–and softer–armor at his waist. “And you ‘ave not introduced me to zhis lovely girl!”

He smiled, eyes shining with pride as he informed her of your name. “She is my date for the evening.”

Zetve’s eyes went wide behind the thick lenses of her glasses. “Dan si’hklesi vrima!” she gasped. “You should be taking ‘er to a nice place!”

“I am,” he insisted. “You have the best gruuvan shaal on Coruscant.”

You chuckled as she eyed him suspiciously, but waved him off with a grumble, heading back to the kitchen.

He led you to one of the few small tables, pulling out one of the chairs for you.

After your meal–and a smidge more grumbling aimed in Wolffe’s direction from Zetve–he walked you home.

“So,” you said as you stopped in front of your apartment building.

“So?”

You smiled. “Are you going to tell me what you said in the market?”

Wolffe’s ears tinged pink. “Would you believe me if I said I’d hoped you forgot about that?”

You giggled. “Maybe. I still want to know.”

“Well, it depends,” he sighed.

“On?”

“Will you let me kiss you goodnight as a thank you for a wonderful first date?”

Your heart pounded in your chest as you nodded.

His hand rose to cup your cheek, warming it through his glove. Then his lips pressed softly against yours and the endless noise of Coruscant faded away. You could taste hints of the nubussian cocoa he’d gotten at Zetve’s.

Your eyes stayed closed as he pulled away, his cheek brushing against yours.

“You put the stars to shame,” he whispered, soft breaths curling around your ear. “As always.”

Language Guide:

Mando'a: kih'sarad - little flower gar naritir te ka'ra at dush'kote, sa ratiin - you put the stars to shame, as always

Ryl: bacarkani nerra - grumpy brother dan si'hklesi vrima! - you stupid boy! gruuvan shaal - traditional Twi'lek dish of meat, vegetables, and flowers on a wooden skewer

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[justaparsec94]

Exchange

Author's Note: For @cloneflo99. Written for the prompt: Gift Exchange. There's never enough Wolffe. I hope you've all had a wonderful holiday season so far!

Pairing: Wolffe x fem!reader

Word Count: 4,039

There was nothing quite like Life Day on Coruscant. While there wasn’t any snow like you were used to growing up on your home planet, what it lacked in snow it made up for it in every other way. It was as if someone had turned the dial to 100. On a normal day, the lights of the city were bright, but around Life Day they were nearly blinding. Everywhere you looked storefronts were brimming with decorations and Life Day music spilled out into the streets as people bustled about their days. It was honestly one of your favorite times of the year, the festiveness, watching people go about their days arms full of gifts and groceries, or spending time with their families. The joy and busyness of it all made you feel a little less alone this time of year. 

You smiled softly to yourself as you sidestepped a Rodian woman who was trying to corral her bundled-up young ones who were all talking and pointing excitedly at the decorations around them as they left a store. The sight made your chest ache slightly for home as you continued on your way, but you pushed that aside quickly, blowing softly at the steaming cup of caf in your hand. You hadn’t been home for Life Day in years, the war making travel more difficult and dangerous, settling instead for comm calls with your family. Most of the time you spent the holiday working to avoid missing home too much but this year your boss had gifted you the day off and insisted you take it. While you appreciated the time off you could already feel that homesickness creeping back in. It also didn’t help that the one person you wanted to see most of all wouldn’t be around either. 

What had started as a casual fling between you and the handsome Clone Commander Wolffe had very quickly blossomed into something much more meaningful and intense. You had known what you were signing up for when you had gotten involved with him, but that didn’t really make it easier to be apart so often and for so long. You had been hoping to spend the holiday with him, it had been important not only because it was your first together but it was also sort of his first entirely. Holidays were not something the clones had much concept of, and they definitely had not ever been allowed to celebrate them in any fashion before the war started. You had planned to show him all of the traditions you had grown up with but the 104th had been called away rather unexpectedly the week before with no timeline for return. 

The sun had just begun to set as you stepped through the door of your apartment. You let out a soft sigh at the silence that greeted you but you did your best to push any melancholy thoughts from your mind as you hung up your coat. It might not have been the Life Day you had hoped for, but you were determined to make the most of it no matter what.

You went about your evening doing all of the things you had planned, a nice Life Day Eve dinner by the fire, a holo-comm call with your family that was mostly filled with laughter and only a few tears, and then ending the night with a cup of hot cocoa while you watched one of your favourite Life Day holo films. The Life Day tree you had dragged Wolffe with you to get when he’d last been on Coruscant sparkled brilliantly in the corner of your living room, filling your home with a peaceful glow. 

As you lay in bed that night you pulled your comm off your bedside table and scrolled down through your messages until you got to the code that belonged to Wolffe. You hadn’t heard from him lately, though that wasn’t anything out of the ordinary. He wasn’t an overly sentimental man, combining that with the nature of his life as a clone Commander meant there were often long periods where you wouldn’t hear from him. You would get the occasional message here and there whenever he was gone for a while, but he’d only been gone for a week so far, too early for a check-in according to whatever his timeline was. You frowned slightly as you read his last message, it had been from last week letting you know that he’d been called off-world immediately. Usually, you let him reach out to you, not wanting to interrupt or distract him but you couldn’t resist the temptation to reach out tonight. It was Life Day eve, you reasoned as you typed out the short message.

Love you. Hope you are safe. There, you thought as you hit send, nice and direct, just like Wolffe.

Your eyebrows shot up in surprise as not even a minute later your comm pinged with a return message. 

I am. Love you. Sleep well. 

You smiled to yourself as you put your comm back on your bedside table. You closed your eyes, letting out a sigh as your head sunk into your pillow. He might not be here with you, but you’d sleep much easier knowing he was safe, at least for the night. As you drifted off to sleep your mind was filled with visions of beautiful tanned skin, a dark and silver eye flashing in the light. You dreamt of strong arms wrapped around you, keeping you warm and safe in your bed. It was almost as good as the real thing. 

Life Day morning dawned bright a beautiful, the sunlight streaming in through the windows of your apartment. You yawned quietly as you rolled over, peeping open one eye to look at the chrono on your bedside table. It was still early and you moaned softly, shutting your eyes once more as you rolled back onto your back. Your bed seemed extra warm this morning as you snuggled further into the blankets, you were in absolutely no rush to leave it. Eventually, though your stomach began to rumble with hunger and your need for caf drove you from your bed. 

You made your way through your apartment, pulling on a soft fuzzy robe over top of your slip, slippers warming your feet as you stumbled, still half asleep towards your kitchen. You stopped in the middle of your kitchen, taking a moment to rub the sleep out of your eyes before you set to work. 

First things first, caf, you thought to yourself as you grabbed the container of grounds from the counter, turning towards your caf pot only to stop suddenly in surprise. You frowned, eyeing up what looked to be a freshly brewed pot of caf on your counter. You set the container down as you wracked your brain. Your caf maker did have a function where you could program it to brew at a certain time, but for the life of you, you could not remember having set it the night before. You must have though, you thought as you traded the container of grounds for a mug, otherwise how else would you have ended up with fresh caf? Maybe it was a Life Day miracle, you thought to yourself with a chuckle as you went about making your caf the way you liked it. 

You were still wracking your brain trying to remember if you had done that the night before as you walked out into the living room, fresh caf in hand. Your thoughts ground to an instant halt though as you were greeted with the sight of a distinctly human shape sitting on your couch. An alarmed shriek left your lips before you could stop it, heart hammering in your chest as your entire body jumped in surprise. It was a Life Day miracle that you didn’t spill your caf as you flew back half a foot in fear. 

It took a moment for your brain to catch up to your eyes, to realize that the person sitting on your couch was Wolffe and not a murderer. Any joy at seeing him though was temporarily delayed by your annoyance and nearly been given a heart attack.

“What have I told you about breaking and entering?” You asked sternly as your free hand rested over your heart in surprise, it was still racing beneath your chest. But the feelings of shock were very quickly being replaced by disbelief that he was actually here. Sitting on your couch in nothing but his blacks, his expression unreadable as always, looking like there was nowhere else in the galaxy he belonged but here with you. 

“It’s not breaking and entering if I’ve got the key code,” Wolffe scoffed, his expression severe but even from across the room, you could see the amused glint in his warm brown eye. 

“My home, my rules,” You protested but you were unable to keep your own amusement out of your voice. He did have a point, somewhat. 

Wolffe stood as you walked towards the couch and placed your cup of caf on the side table, out of harm's way. As you always did anytime he came back from a mission, you quickly scanned him for any signs of visible injury but you found nothing. He looked good, better than good. You’d seen him in his blacks (and much less) countless times before but you never got used to the sight. He was so beautiful. His blacks did nothing to hide the strong lines of his body, your hands itched to reach out and touch his beautifully tanned skin, you’d committed the feel of him to memory by now but you were beginning to think your desire for him would never fade. 

The reality of the situation finally overcame your initial shock and you let out an excited little squeal before you launched yourself at him. He was here, living, breathing, in your living room. On Life Day of all days. It was exactly what you had dreamed of. 

Wolffe caught you easily with a soft grunt, his strong arms wrapping around your middle, holding you as though you weighed nothing as you wrapped your arms around his neck, legs around his solid waist. 

You had your lips on him before he could even have the chance to say anything. His answering kiss was impatient but not rough. His lips were cool against your own as he took a step back towards the couch, lowering you both down gently until he was pressed against the back, your legs straddling either side of him. 

You let one of your hands trail up into his short-cropped hair, reveling in the feeling of the strands between your fingers as he slipped his tongue into your mouth. Your heart was pounding against your rib cage as he deepened the kiss, tangling your tongues together. You couldn’t believe he was actually here. 

You drew back slowly, eyes meeting his as you settled further back on his lap, letting your hands trail gently down to his shoulders. 

“How are you here?” You finally asked. His brown and silver gaze was intense, tracing the lines of your face as you spoke, “I thought you were being called in as reinforcements on Mygeeto?” 

“Turns out we weren’t needed after all,” Wolffe replied, his voice a deep rumble in his broad chest, “And then General Plo was recalled to the temple on ‘Jedi Business’”

“It’s a Life Day miracle!” You teased before you leaned forward to kiss him once more, quickly. When you leaned back you fixed him with a stern gaze, “How long have you been here? And why didn’t you wake me up? You scared the crap out of me!” 

“Only about a standard hour, I didn’t want to disturb you,” Wolffe replied as his one hand traced the curve of your waist. He raised an eyebrow slightly, expression amused as he spoke again, “You need to work on your situational awareness, by the way. You walked right past me.” 

You laughed shortly before shoving him playfully on the chest, “I was half asleep! And I wasn’t expecting someone to be creeping on my couch!” 

“That’s not an excuse, you wouldn’t be expecting someone to infiltrate your apartment any other time,” Wolffe answered sternly, as though your lack of military training seriously bothered him.

“Can you lecture me about my situational readiness some other time?” you asked shortly, raising your brow at him, “There’s something else I want to do.”

“And what’s that?” He asked lowly, gaze darkening as his hands tightened around your waist. 

“This,” you replied with a smile before leaning forward to kiss him again. The press of your lips was faint at first but deepened as he pulled you closer so your chests were pressed together. Your hands wound their way back up into his hair as his tongue traced along the edge of your own. A shiver ran up your spine as his big caressed the expanse of your waist. All of your want flowed through your kiss, heat pooling in your stomach. You’d missed him so much. 

You tilted your head back with a sigh as he moved, pressing kisses along your jaw in between gentle nips with his teeth. He pressed, one, two kisses to your neck, tongue lathing against the spot before the silence of the room was suddenly interrupted by a loud growl. 

You both paused, silent for a moment before the sound filled the room once more. You laughed, cheeks heating slightly in embarrassment as you realized it was your own stomach growling. 

Wolffe chuckled softly, “Hungry?” 

You fixed him with a teasing look, “Well, someone interrupted breakfast.” 

Wolffe rolled his eyes but there was a soft smirk on his face, “Go eat.” 

“Do you want anything?” you asked as you, somewhat reluctantly, climbed up from his lap. 

“You know I’ll never say no to food,” he replied, standing up from the couch as well. You did know, you’d never met anyone who could eat as much as he could. 

You laughed softly, “Right, silly of me to ask.” 

You tried to make breakfast as quickly as possible, but the task was slowed by Wolffe’s presence. You couldn’t stop yourself from kissing him whenever you passed by him. He didn’t help either, his hands were on you every moment that he could manage, his front pressed against your back as you fried up breakfast. Despite the distractions, you somehow managed to get breakfast together rather quickly and you found yourself settling back onto the couch, plate of food in hand as you stretched out, feet resting on Wolffe’s lap as he sat beside you. It was peaceful while the two of you ate, he wasn’t a man of many words but that had never bothered you, and in a moment like this with Life Day music playing softly in the background while the lights on your tree twinkled brightly, you wouldn’t have it any other way. Sitting like this, you couldn’t help but long for the day when this might be your life all the time, a time when he was free and no longer had to fight. That was the thing you wished for most of all. 

Once you had finished eating you leaned forward to put your plate on the caf table in front of the couch, feeling too lazy and content to walk it back to the kitchen in that moment. Wolffe, having finished his breakfast in half the time you did was gently running his hands along your calves and feet, it felt divine, and you definitely were not about to get up. 

As you put down the plate though, something caught your eye that you hadn’t noticed before. On the table was a small, brightly coloured package. I definitely wasn’t one of the gifts you had wrapped yourself and it hadn’t been there the night before. You looked between it and Wolffe, but he didn’t seem to notice your gaze. He had his eyes closed, head leaning back against the couch as he continued to massage your legs. He looked peaceful like that, younger. All of the stress washed off his stern face as he rested. You looked back at the package, biting your lower lip gently, you were so curious but you didn’t want to disturb him. Had he gotten you a gift? If he had, that would have been surprising for several reasons. Mostly because he had never celebrated Life Day before and you didn’t think you had mentioned the tradition of giving gifts other than in casual passing. The other big reason was that they weren't paid, so credits were not something they came by easily. It was completely unfair, but that was a fight for a different day.

Seemingly sensing your internal monologue, when you looked back at Wolffe he was looking directly at you, one eyebrow raised questioningly. 

“What is that?” You asked shyly, straightening up a bit as you pointed to the small wrapped package. 

Wolffe instantly froze, his body tensing and if you weren’t mistaken there was a telltale flush suddenly on the tip of his ears. To most people, Wolffe only ever appeared to have one mood: grumpy, but you’d figured out all of his tells by now. He was embarrassed, but you had no idea why he would be embarrassed about a gift. You pulled your feet off of him, sitting up so you could lean in closer.

He gave you a quick glance before turning his gaze away, “It’s nothing, just forget about it,” He replied shortly in a tone that usually brokered no argument. 

You frowned, you weren’t about to give up that easily, “Wolffe…”

He was quiet for a long moment before he finally looked over at you, the soft flush still present on the tips of his ears, “It’s nothing, honestly,” He continued gruffly. 

“Of course it’s not,” You said softly, reaching out to rub his arm soothingly. Since the two of you had officially begun your relationship, he had gotten a lot better at expressing himself, but there were still moments, like this one, where he seemed to get stuck. 

Before he could say anything else you jumped up, heading over to where you had a few presents underneath your tree. Most were for friends and colleagues you hadn’t had a chance to see yet, some were for you from your own friends and family, but there was one that was intended for the very many sitting on your couch. 

You grabbed it, smiling brightly at Wolffe as you sat back down on the couch, crossed-legged as you faced him, “I got you something too.” 

His eyes widened in surprise as he looked between the gift in your hand and your face, “You shouldn’t…” he started to say but you cut him off. 

“I wanted to, Wolffe,” You said softly, “Because I love you and that’s what I do for the people I love.” 

He ducked his head slightly, gaze moving away from you as you continued, pointing to the gift still on the table, “And whatever that is, no matter how dumb or ‘nothing’ you think it is, I will love it because it came from you and that’s what matters most.”

He seemed to hesitate for another long moment before he finally let out a rough sigh, grabbing the package and handing it to you, “Fine,” He replied gruffly, “But I mean it, it’s nothing special.”

“I’ll be the judge of that,” You said teasingly, smiling softly as you took it from him. The wrapping job was crude and made your smile grow even larger, the image of him sitting aboard a cruiser wrapping a gift filled you with joy. Just that alone was a good enough present for you. 

You gasped softly though as you opened it to find a beautiful braided bracelet, vibrant colours woven together in an intricate pattern, the strands silky against your skin. It was absolutely beautiful. 

You looked up to find his gaze intense, as though he was waiting for you to hurl it to the floor and claim it the worst gift ever. When you didn’t immediately say anything he seemed to grow nervous, gaze shifting away from you again as he spoke, voice clipped, “You don’t have to wear it if you don’t want to. I won’t be offended. It’s just something I traded for from one of the locals on the last planet we were on. I overheard some of my men talking about gifts for Life Day so I thought…. Anyway, it’s stupid so I don’t blame you if you don’t want to…”

“Wolffe…” You cut him off once more. Before he could say anything else you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him into you in the tightest hug you could manage, “It’s beautiful Wolffe. I love it. Thank you so much.”

When you pulled away, his gaze was wide, “Really?”

“Really,” You said with an enthusiastic nod. Your smile grew as you pulled it on, securing it tightly to your wrist. You meant every word you had said, it was beautiful, even more so because it had come from him. 

His mouth curled in the tiniest flicker of a smile, which in Wolffe’s world was essentially a beaming smile. You leaned forward once more to plant a quick kiss on his cheek. 

“Your turn,” you said as you leaned back, handing the gift in your lap over to him. 

He took it gently, taking his time to remove the wrapping as you watched. It was special, you realized as you watched him, to be a part of him experiencing something for the first time. You so desperately wished that he had been allowed to enjoy things in his life before this, but as long as you were in the picture you were going to make sure he had a chance at living the life he deserved. 

“Unlike your gift, mine really isn’t all that great. I had a hard time thinking of something that you might like but also find useful,” Possessions weren’t really something clones had the space for or were even really allowed. It had taken you a long time to think of something practical for him, and even then you still were somewhat worried that he wouldn’t like it. 

His eyes widened once more as he pulled the knitted hood from the wrapping, his fingers softly tracing the wool before he looked over at you. 

“I know how much you hate the cold, so I thought you could use that the next time you have to go to an ice planet or be in the snow,” You explained. It wasn’t just the cold he hated, you knew that snow reminded him of when he’d lost his eye, “It’ll fit under your helmet, I had Sinker model it for me just to be sure.” 

He chuckled softly, shaking his head slightly as he looked back at the hood you’d knitted for him. It was a deep grey, the same colour as his armour and the softest wool you’d been able to find. 

“Now hopefully when it’s snowy you’ll be warm and think of me instead…” You said softly. 

He was quiet for another long moment but when he looked at you his gaze was soft, “I love it.”

Your smile was beaming as he set the hood down on the caf table before reaching for you. You went to him without hesitation, straddling him on the couch once more, “Not more than me, I hope,” You said teasingly as you ran your hands up from his shoulders to cup his jaw, tilting his face up to meet your own. 

“That would be impossible,” He rumbled, nose skimming along your jaw before he planted a swift kiss on the corner of your mouth. 

“Happy Life Day, Wolffe,” You said softly before you pressed your lips to his, kissing him deeply, hoping that all of the words and feelings you’d never be able to say fully were conveyed in that kiss. Loving him truly was the greatest gift of all. 

[lune-de-miel-au-paradis]

Who you belong to

Summary: You plan a date night with Wolffe going to a concert for a band you both love. You decided to have some fun and choose a sexy, tempting outfit for your Commander. Turns out the lead singer had his eyes on you and Wolffe needs to remind you who you belong to.

Pairing: Commander Wolffe x f!reader

Warnings: NSFW,18+ (minors pls don't read), biker!Wolffe, sorta possessive Wolffe, jealousy, fingering, kinda public sex, grinding, language, growling, biting, kinda dom!Wolffe, blowjob, Wolffe being Wolffe, soft Wolffe, feelings, mention of a real life band and band member, a few easter eggs as characters, mention of readers looks, a bit long  (I hope I haven't left out anything.)

A/N: This is a gift for my lovely dear also super talented writer (check out her fics!)  friend Gabi! 💖@cloneloverrrrr

I know you love Wolffe and this band so this is especially for you to enjoy! I wrote this in vacay so pls forgive me if I mistyped something. Also this is my first fics post for a very long time so pls be kind. And this is my first ever smuty, spicy fics so Im super excited but also anxious about it. I really hope you'll like it. (I like criticism, but only if you guys are kind and not rude.) And forgive me if something is not correct with the grammar because english is not my first language. There is gonna be a part 2. (smutty!) coming in this week. 

Moodboard made by me in Canva and pictures from Pinterest.

Pls enjoy! 

Satisfied, you looked at yourself in front of the three-part standing mirror. Today promised to be a particularly good day. You finished your job early, so you had time for a pleasant bubble bath and some pampering rituals, which only boosted your confidence even more. Somehow your feminine energies were at a high level today. Several of your customers asked what serum you use, telling you that your skin is almost glowing, and even your hair is shining brighter. Maybe it's the position of the stars, maybe it's the full moon, or even more so, the fact that you happen to be on a date with the hottest Commander of the GAR, Wolffe. Your Wolffe.

Hound introduced you to each other when little tooka kittens moved into the air vent of Fox's office. You were the only applicant who was willing to take in the black and orange colored kittens. Fox and Wolffe were having a few words over a cup of caf when you and Hound arrived at the office. As soon as Wolffe saw you, he knew it was over for him. He fell into you hard, deep and inexorably. He immediately introduced himself, and although you were a bit surprised at first by the approach of the grumpy intimidating clone, you noticed over a little time, the softening of his dark and serious gaze as he looked at you with his silver and whiskey colored eyes. 

You were the only woman who found a crack in his hard, cold armor and moved straight into his heart.

It's been half a year already that you are officially a couple. As far as the strict rules allow. (You had Master Plo's blessing, and that was all that mattered to you. Rules are meant to be broken, anyway.) 

Wolffe has to go on another mission tomorrow, but tonight is all yours. So you certainly had some great plans.

A couple of scented candles in your apartment that made the air smell of pumpkin and cinnamon in honor of the coming autumn. Several outfits have been prepared for your black gothic styled bed and on the soft velvety blankets. The black kitten was sleeping curled up on the cushion of your reading chair. While you swept the orange one off the bed yourself. The little mischievous one really wanted to play with the shoulder strap of the small bag you chose to go with one of the dresses.

Your nails matched your lipstick, which was exactly the same dark rich burgundy as the spicy sweet wine you were sipping while getting ready, and it matched the  love bite marks that Wolffe gave you on your last evenings together. Little gifts, or you can say reminders of who you belong to, and how much he craves you. You loved them, even though they started to fade away a little.

"So it's a good excuse to get some more" you thought cheekily. 

You looked at the outfits, you weren't sure which one to wear, but you were sure of two things you definitely gonna wear. Your new long black vinyl jacket with matching boots and your new black lacy underwear set . The make-up was done, your hair smelled of your favorite shampoo and fell softly in raven black locks on your back, you had already put on your underwear and boots, both of which were surprisingly comfortable. You also talked to two girlfriends on comm.

All three of you lived far from each other, in different rims but you still made time for a little chat several times a week.

You met on a platform where several blogs ran stuff about clones (how little rights they have, how can their situation be helped, what is like dating in such straight circumstances.) and you've been good friends ever since.

One of them used their connections and gifted you two tickets to the concert of your favorite band. You and Wolffe were both fans of Bad Omens, so you couldn't wait for tonight to start. You just asked their advice on what to wear.

"Whatever you choose, knowing the Commander, you won’t be wearing it for long." teased one of them. 

Starting with this, an idea occurred to you!

Risky and bold, but it can turn out well...

You knew that Wolffe would arrive soon, so you said goodbye to your girlfriends and sipped the remaining wine from your glass, making up your mind confidently. You threw your clothes on the floor and only put on your coat. It was perfect: the size, the material, plus it covered enough to not get into an awkward position, as it was long enough. You sprayed a little perfume on yourself, which made you know that Wolffe would only go crazy for you. 

Wolffe had a bike, but not just any speeder bike. It was a big, solid, black, shiny, sport bike. He worked hard for it and put aside all the credit so it could be his. It was his treasure that was guarded with fear until he got to know you. After all, you took the first place in his heart. Anyhow he took great care of her and often maintained her, giving her the name Selene, which is basically the moon goddess in mythology. Until he knew you, she was the only one he cared about, and yes, he even howled sometimes when he drove with her on the capital roads.

He stored it in the small garage belonging to your apartment, which you allowed him to do and for which he showed his gratitude so many times in the form of kisses.

Right now, leaning on the motorcycle, you watch as the person of your desires and love approaches you.

Instead of his usual GAR gear, he wore black pants, boots, and a leather jacket. Smelling like a divine god, woody musk mixed with leather, amber and a hint of bergamot. An elixir that made you crave him more and more every time. 

"Hey handsome. Care for a ride?" you teased him. 

"With a woman like you? Always mesh'la. I will even go to hell with you, it will be heaven for me as long as you are mine and I can kiss you on those lush lips of yours."

You shuddered when you saw his eyes darken, and his seductive tone only made you more aroused. You loved everything about his voice, its depth, the accent, the way he whispered those sinfully sexy words into your ear every night when you were together in his own language.

He wrapped his two strong arms around your waist and kissed you passionately. You haven't seen him in a week, so the kiss quickly turned into tongue and teeth kinda kiss. With this kind of kiss, the world ceases to exist, it's just you and the butterflies in your stomach are about to burst out of excitement and there is only him. His honey-like taste in your tongue, his scent in the air your lungs breathe in, his grip in your body that makes you crazy and his love for you that makes you so utterly obsessed with him. 

You just stayed like that for a while, not paying attention to the outside world, lovingly kissing freely like young lovers. When you separated, both of you were gasping for air and your foreheads touched.

"Miss me that much Commander?" you asked

“So. Very. Kriffing. Much.” 

After every word, he planted a kiss on your lips, emphasizing his truth.

You both put on your helmets and biker gloves headed towards one of the downtown nightclubs on the lower level.

Wolffe drove fast, took the corners confidently, but with certainty. You loved riding a motorcycle with him, the excitement, the feeling of freedom, the fact that your body was almost completely smoothed over his. Wolffe promised that he would teach you to ride a motorcycle after the war, but you knew that together with him you liked riding much more. On the way, the pack members appeared on both sides, Sinker and Comet saluted and waved, and Boost boosted past you at full speed balancing on a rear wheel, all of them howling. You laughed as Wolffe shifted into higher gear more enthusiastically. You thanked the Maker for the hair foam that, when you apply it to your hair and drive at such a high speed, the air creates wonderful tangle-free volume in your hair.

With the tickets, they let you in out of line and you were already inside. Smoke machines and flashing red lights made the concert halls vibe. Upbeat music played that became one with your heartbeat. You chase out several acquaintances in the crowd, to whom you waved enthusiastically. You saw members of the Corrie guard, some troopers from the 501th and the 212th battalions. 

“You look amazing my dear. Absolutely stunning!”

When you heard the familiar chuckle, you turned to Gregor with a big smile as he winked at you from the center of a lady's wreath. He greeted you with two kisses on the cheek, which caused most of the ladies gathered around him to frown glumly with their colorful lips. But you didn't care, you and Gregor were good friends before you got together with Wolffe.

"I see you are not bored. You have quite an amount of pretty ladies as company."

"Well, somehow I have to make up for the time I was gone. And they can't resist the famous 'Gregor charm'." 

When he did his iconic hair straightening motion one girl almost passed out, you just rolled your eyes laughing. Gregor took a good look at you and knew right away.

"Naughty girl! You're gonna kill this poor bastard with your sexiness. Has he noticed it yet?"

"Not yet."

"Good. Play your cards smart dear. And don't sit on cold benches!"

He planted another kiss on your cheek and returned to his ladies. Such a ladies man.

There was a kind of unspoken agreement between you two, when Wolffe was around Gregor would try to flirt with you. This made Wolffe a little jealous and left delicious bruises on your soft skin to your delight while fucking you to heaven. And Gregor's current lady was also jealous and gave the Captain what he wanted much sooner. A win-win situation.

Wolffe put his arms around you. You enjoyed the concert together. You sang the lyrics with the band, you danced as much as the crowd allowed. The music and the atmosphere permeated you completely. You were upbeat and happy, a gorgeous smile was on your face and sparkle in your eyes.

Wolffe looked at you and couldn't get enough of you. He adored you. He was kind of obsessed. Your beautiful appearance, which seems to have been made for him. Your raven and shiny silky hair, your pretty face, your soft and divine body. Your kind heart, which holds so much love. The care that you put in your friendships. The nurture care you showed for the adopted kittens. As you shower his newly acquired war scars with kisses. Your passion for your work. 

He didn't believe in his wildest dreams that he would ever be able to feel this way about someone. 

As he observed you lovingly, he noticed a small blush appear on your cheeks. Then he noticed how the band's lead singer looked at you. Noah kriffing Sebastian was ogling you like you were a delicious dessert to him. Wolffe knew he was your celebrity crush since you were young. Wolffe was no longer paying attention to the music, but to the way the singer almost sang to you, and that he even winked at you. This clearly had an effect on him, because the Commander decided it was time to act. There were two options. He rips out the musician's heart with his bare hands in front of you, or reminds you who you belong to.

Unfortunately, he wouldn't win much with the first move, as he would be arrested and convicted, which would be a lot of paperwork for Fox, leaving option number 2. He took your upper arm and gently but firmly led you out of the crowd and into one of the deserted corridors.

He pinned you to the wall, the cold metal cooling your back. He covers your mouth with his, hot and heavy.

"Wolffe! What's gotten into you?" you asked.

He didn't answer, he just studied your face in silence, the neon lights in the reflection of his cybernetic eyes only made him even more dangerously handsome. The shadows on his face highlighted his strong nose, high cheekbones and attractive lips.

"I decided it's time for a little reminder for you mesh'la. I see you're enjoying the concert too much."

"Yes it's amazing! Aren't you enjoying it?"

"Not really when that bastard singer have eyes on something he shouldn't. I see how he basically eyefucked you. Do you want it mesh'la? Want to fuck him? Don't even get me started on Gregor."

"No. I'm only yours, you know that."

You cupped his face and looked into his eyes, soon you realized regardless, you still get a little reminder how to behave. You smiled at him.

"Good. Now be a good girl, and open up." he commanded.

You obeyed, opened your mouth and looked up at him seductively through your eyelashes.

"Make them wet."

You sucked them in and you gently started to caress his fingers with your tongue and enjoyed the effect you caused him. His eyes are fixed on you, lustful and dark, he swallows, then takes them away from your lips and straight towards your hot, longing center.

That's when he discovers that you're not wearing pants or a skirt. You see the surprise slide across his face and then turn into a satisfied smile. He relaxes his free hand on the belt of the jacket as he unbuttons it, then discovers that you are only wearing your underwear under the jacket, and the thigh high boots. He almost growled with desire.

"Such a dirty girl. You're gonna be the end of me."

He basically groweld in your ears. While he pulled your panties to the side out of his kriffing way and started gently stroking your folds and found that sensitive spongy spot as he slid two fingers into you. You were already wet all evening from the excitement of your choice of clothing and the feelings of his closeness.

His fingers moved rhythmically inside you as he massaged your clit in circular motions with his thumb. You moaned loudly with lust.

"Funny Gregor said that too." you let out a chuckle.

Wolffe suddenly stopped with his motions, eliciting a moan of complaint from you at the lack of his fingers. He grabbed your chin with his fingers wet from your juices, squeezing it a little.

His veins on his neck straining from how hard he's clenching his jaws, the wild nearly homicidal look in those amber colored and silver dark eyes, you began to understand how he came about his name. It aroused you to no end.

"I'm only going to ask this once, and you better have a good answer for me, mesh'la. Who does this pussy belong to? Who do you belong to?"

Maker, you were a whimpering mess, you wanted him so bad to take you right here right now while the concert still plays in the background and with the excitement that anyone could caught you in this position.

"You. Only you Commander." you said

"Will you think about other men when I'm pleasing you?" he asked in a gentle tone but from his eyes you saw how serious he was.

" Never. I'm only yours."

"Wouldn't you like anyone else to touch you like this? Hmm?"

He asked slowly oh so slowly circling your clit with his free hand, the other kept you still by the jaw.

"Are you wishing it was someone elses fingers inside of you? Noah Sebastian maybe? Or Captain Gregor? Do you think they make a better job at knowing you? Loving you like I do?"

His voice was low warm toned, it sent shivers down your spine.

He slipped to fingers in your tight aching cunt. You whined in pleasure wanting more, but he was torturing you with his sweet slow motions. Maker you wanted more.

"No there is only you. Only you my Commander. Oh, Wolffe, give me more! I need to come so bad. I don't want anyone else but you. No rockstar."

"What about the Captain you want him?"

"No, I don't wish for Gregor. Only you my love."

"Good. Don't ever say his name while I'm inside you. Understand that pretty girl?"

You loved it when he spoke to you in his commanding tone.

"Yes."

"Yes, What?" He leaned in closer to you, your lips almost touched.

"Yes, Commander." you said and he let out a satisfied grumble which made your pussy twitch in answer.

Oh, how he loved hearing that rank roll off your lips. Just the thought of it made him rock hard. Just as much as you loved to hear his growls and moans.

You palmed his turgid length through his pants and earned some more pleasant noises from Wolffe.

His fingers begin to swirl on your sensitive bud, you open your legs wider to allow him better access, and let out a small gasp when he gently nibbles your ear. He can feel how wet you get by his movements. His fingers curl in you the way he knows it makes your knees weak you can't help it but to grind into his palm. He starts to explore your neck and jaw gently kissing biting and sucking delicious lovebites on your pale skin.  You can feel you're close to your climax as he moved his hand in you and rubbed on your clit, when he felt your inner muscles clench around him he let out a satisfied growl in your ear, when you decided to lean closer to him and lick a long stripe over his pulse.

"Fuck...Wolffe...I'm close.." you moaned.

"Then cum for me mesh'la, give it to me sweet thing..."

Your climax hit you hard and you felt so wonderfully helpless as the room spun and you saw stars, you heard the music from the still running concert show.

He still had his hand in you still hit that oh so sweet spongy spot to help you ride out your orgasm. Wolffe loved to make you cum. Feeling you fall apart in his arms seeing how beautiful you were and how vulnerable in those moments it turned him on like nothing else.

"Shhh you such a good girl." he shooted you and kissed your forehead. "But you have to earn another one. Is it okay for you sweet thing?"

"Yes. Please. Please I need to taste you Commander."

You knelt down, running your fingers gracefully along his thick muscled legs up towards the zipper. When your hand was on his hardness, you looked up seductively.

"May I Commander suck on your cock sir? "

"Yes you fucking may. I like it when you know how to behave. Good girls get a reward."

Some concern appeared on your face when you saw his huge cock bounce out from his pants. He was perfect and you became more aroused when you see the effect you made on him. You rubbed your red plum lips gently to the tip to smear his salty pre cum then you slid it fully into your mouth ever so slowly and Wolffe let out a sexy hoarse voiced moan. You welcomed him with wet hotness and a tight throat as you moved up and down on his shaft. You tried to take him further, still only getting half way.

Your mouth felt a little dry, since you had been singing and shouting at the concert so far. Wolffe caressed your face lovingly, then turned up your face by the jaw:

"I got you. Open up, pretty girl, let me help you."

You obeyed, you opened your mouth with your eyes closed and felt him kiss you passionately and spit in your mouth.

You couldn't take it, you reached down with your hand and played with yourself until you were now completely wet and hot and could let him into your mouth and suck on him rhythmically up and down. His head fell back in pleasure.

"Just like that...so kriffing good...so good with that pretty mouth of yours."

You gently wrung guttural moans from him. Holding his gaze was hard but something in his gaze just kept you there. You couldn't look away from him.

He had that lustful loving look on you full of feral and hunger for you. Only you can get this reaction out of him. Only you hold this power over him, that makes him rock hard and wild for you.

You enjoyed and valued this power, this connection you two had. Force bond? Fuck that! You two were so perfect, so meant to be. Fucking soulmates.

You might have closed your eyes for these sweet thoughts because you heard his command.

"Don't you dare look away from me mesh'la."

He was satisfied with your quick response because he gently grabbed your hair and with one hand he guided you on his cock.

"That's it, keep your eyes on me. I want you to watch me as I fuck that pretty mouth. "

He couldn't have looked away if he tried to. The way his cock disappeared in and out from your mouth, as your talented tongue worked on him it almost made him lose his mind. If he was gonna die this is the way he wants to leave this life, with you, inside you. Loving you.

"Ah sweetheart I'm close... Will you be good and swallow? You can say the safe word if you want to stop."

You worked on him with more passion and gripped his hips as an answer.

You knew exactly what made him feel heavens, what movements he needed to tip over the edge and cum.

Your pace quickened and your tongue too, his grip tightened in your hair and his moans were louder.

You didn't care about the world around you, what mattered is the two of you, to bring pleasure to each other. And luckily he  chose a well hidden corridor. So you weren't disturbed.

He came hard, his head fell back, eyes closed growling like a real wolf. His salty warm cum came down your throat as you swallowed all of it. He looked down on you with lovesick eyes.

You looked so lovely, your mascara a bit smeared from your tears, your mouth is red glistening with his cum, your hair is messy and your eyes full of emotions.

He helped you up, kept you close to him, kissed you with love and passion.

"I'm so crazy for you mesh'la."

He whispered to your locks when he gave you a forehead kiss. You hugged him tight, intoxicated with his warmness and his cologne.

"Should I help you with something?"

"I just go for a quick touch up in the bathroom." you said.

You went into another corridor with still wobbly legs and acknowledged that there was no line in frotnt of the bathrooms so the show must be still going on.

You only saw a pretty lilac twilek girl press Gregor to the wall kissing him furiously. When he saw you he held his fist out and you fist bumped it while going in the ladies room.

You cleaned yourself up, put on another coat of lipstick, wiped away the smeared mascara and noticed all the lovely bruises your Commander gave you. Your neck was full of maroon colored lovebites, they were very noticable and very sexy on your skin. Wolffe guaranteed everyone saw he marked his territory.

When you went back he was waiting for you, and when you entered the crowd again he whispered to your ear as he wrapped his arms around you.

"Don't worry mesh'la the night isn't over yet. I have some plans for you after the concert. When I'm done with you my love, you won't even remember your own name."

...

Part 2. is coming soon!