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[rexxdjarin]

A Twisted Fantasy

Commander Wolffe x F!Reader One Shot

Summary: Wolffe is a little (a lot) pent up and he knows only one way to truly unwind until he can get home to you. Word Count: 2k Chapter Warnings: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. 18+ RATING, dom!Wolffe (is there any other kind lol?), p in v sex, light bdsm themes and spanking, male masturbation reference Notes: I was inspired by our boy finally posting tf up in the trailer🤍 crossposted on ao3

My head is fucking pounding.

Wolffe thought.

Probably atmospheric changes bothering my eye again. 

As their transport hurtled through hyperspace back home to the Triple Zero, he was truly just thankful to be on solid ground and in breathable air. On extended tours like this, Wolffe was always on edge and testy. He missed the comforts of his barracks back home. He missed nights off at 79s with his brothers. Most of all, he missed her.

It had been so long he could barely detect the scent of her on the panties he kept from his last time with her. So many long rotations of burying his nose in them hoping they’d help him get off. Though, it was less and less satisfying the more he messed with them. With his mission completed and his squad probably recharging in the mess, he probably had time to ease his tension the best way he knew how.

Wolffe switched off the nav he was only casually following their course on and stood up. He glanced around the room only finding it filled with the men who should be on duty tonight. With a curt nod, he turned on his boot heel and left the room. 

Tension pricked up his spine as the anticipation built up for his favorite night time activity. Well second-favorite. He reasoned with himself. As he marched down the hall toward his quarters, he scowled the way he always did when he needed to signal to his men to leave him be. The few he did see as he passed by clearly got the message, as they did nothing more than salute formally and go about their business.

Good. He could only wait so long to take the edge off. 

His fists clenched so hard that his knuckles cracked beneath his gloves as the thought of her seeped deeper into his mind. How she blinks up at him like a tempting little vulptex when she wants him. The soft petal colored lips he can kiss whenever he wants to quiet her bold mouth. The wafting floral scent that drenches him in her for rotations afterwards. He fucking needed her.

He shook himself from his daydreaming as he approached his quarters. Urgently he entered his chaincode and stepped inside, sealing it shut behind him. He let his shoulders sag and tipped his head back, sighing dramatically at the relief flooding him already. In a flash, he set his helmet on his equipment crate and shucked the rest of his armor onto the floor beside it, stripping himself down to his black bodyglove. 

His muscles screamed with overuse and the ache behind his eyes became even more noticeable without the excess weight of his helmet on his head. He eased himself down into bed and slumped into his pillow. The rest was soothing, even on the shitty excuse for a mattress they were all given. In a few moments, he was finally comfortable again.

Although, as the post-mission tension he had been feeling subsided, the overwhelming urge of sexual frustration rose to take its place. His body had already decided this was impossible to ignore, his cock hardening between his legs with every second that passed. The dull ache gave way to the familiar loaded throb that he’d come to welcome in his adulthood. It grounded him and gave him something to look forward to when he returned from a mission.

He sighed with satisfaction as he peeled down the waistband of his bottoms and let his now uncomfortably stiff cock fly up. He let out a huff, wrapping his hand around the base and giving it the gentlest tug to get himself started. The mission, the stress, the pain all melted away as he began a slow rhythm he liked. 

His mind wandered and thoughts of her poured in, like they always did. One dirty little thought in particular began forming. He couldn’t remember if he had dreamed this once before or if it really happened, but it excited him either way…

Her body splayed out on his dark gray sheets, the fabric pooling around her waist and hiding just enough of her breasts to keep things entertaining. He always loved how she looked from behind for obvious reasons, but from this vantage point above her he felt powerful. She looked so unsuspecting and helpless, like prey just waiting to be pounced on.

His cock twitched and bounced with excitement from above her, knowing mere moments from now he’d get to fill her up with it. She looked back at him almost in desperation, her eyes begging him more than her words ever could. 

Wolffe chuckled sadistically, slowly easing himself down to press his chest to her back. She keened for him, her back arching to brush skin to skin the way she craved. She turned her face hoping he would give her the mercy of a few fervent kisses, but not tonight. He couldn’t. His cock was throbbing so hard it hurt. 

He leaned closer, pressing featherlight kisses up her shoulder blade to the side of her neck. Grunting and swearing as he let his hips grind against her ass. She felt so good against him, her skin so soft and warm receiving him as he brushed himself against her lewdly. Teasing himself was torturous, but he enjoyed a little of that now and again. Certainly drove her crazy though. 

Each roll of his hips brushed hers deeper into the mattress beneath her and massaged her clit perfectly. The sound of her gasping and whimpering for more only made him want to go faster. Her hands reached back to grip into his curls and the tugging at his scalp made heat course down Wolffe’s spine like nothing else. 

Fuck. He swore, countering with a love bite in the crook of her neck that everyone would see in the morning. She moaned and pulled tighter making his skin erupt in goosebumps at both the sensation and the sound of her pleasure. She trembled beneath his weight, probably already close to cumming from the friction alone. She was like that when he was gone for a long time, anything he did made her insatiable and it made the sex unreal.

He suckled deep hickies into the thin skin around her jaw and teased her mercilessly as she moaned pitifully for him. He didn’t care. He was impatient and in control and he needed her wet, so she could take all of him easily. He rutted his hips between her cheeks over and over again, holding his hands around her ribcage to hold her steady beneath him.

Wolffe kissed up to her ear, his hands slotting into the dip of her waist to hold her as he slowed his grinding. “Are you ready to take me, darling?” he muttered softly, grazing the shell of her ear with his teeth. “I won’t be gentle, but I can’t wait anymore.”

She mewled pathetically, “I’m ready. I need you. Please, Wolffe.” The sound of his name in her little desperate moan made him snap. With a kiss to her shoulder, he lifted himself back over her and spread her thighs apart. Sticky warmth coated her inner thighs and he groaned as he slid his length through it with ease.

His eyes fluttered as he prodded at her entrance, the head slipping through and splitting her open as he followed through. Wolffe hissed, her heat searing pleasure through him instantly. He snapped a few shallow thrusts to part her walls around him and she cried out moans that would keep Wolffe stimulated for years. 

As her walls enveloped him, he started his grueling rhythm, his hips plowing into her as deep and as hard as he could. He growled in satisfaction, the burning heat swelling in his lower belly sending him into a frenzy. “You take me so fucking good.” He capped his compliment with a swift smack to her ass. 

She swallowed her cries, curling her fingers into his sheets and nodding vigorously. “Always, Sir. Always.” She raised her hips, giving him a better angle, which he took immediate advantage of. He wrapped both his large hands around the small of her waist for better leverage and shoved himself deeper inside her. 

“Awwh, that’s a good girl.” He gritted his teeth, her grip on him tightening markedly at his claim. “So fucking tight I can barely move. You missed me, haven’t you? Need me to come home and open you up just like this.” He laughed, letting his strokes shorten as he rocked into her a little harder. 

“Mhm. It’s not the…same…without you, Sir.” she muttered, turning to scream into the mattress as he sped up. Wolffe shifted to curl his hands into the nape of her neck and turned her head away from the muffling covers of his barracks bed. 

“Ah ah, let them all hear you say that, darling.” He curled his hand into her hair and twisted it around his wrist, pulling just enough to feel good. “Give me a little something to be proud of.” he huffed, the exertion admittedly starting to get to him too. His skin was boiling hot, a sheen of sweat coating his entire body as he slipped against hers. Her ass bounced against him, slapping against his thighs as he pounded her into the mattress beneath them.

“Fuck me, Wolffe.” she begged, her hands frantically searching for grip as he hit a spot inside her that made her scramble. “Right there, again. Harder…I can take it, Commander.” she baited him, rolling her hips back into him.

Wolffe dropped down to rest on his forearms and let himself press his body into hers. She writhed beneath him as his cock speared into her at a lower angle. Her walls fluttered around him and Wolffe knew from experience she wouldn’t last much longer. He groaned lowly as his own orgasm began creeping up on him too.

He bit down on her shoulder and let his hips drive as fast and deep as he could manage. “Know just how you like it, filthy girl. Fast and rough. Let me do whatever I want to you…” he grunted between exerted exhales as he kept up his pace. Her moans got breathier and she nodded in agreement. “Let me ruin this little cunt for anyone else but me.”

She cried out a pitiful “Yes.” Wolffe felt her muscles beginning to tense and her walls collapsing around him. His throbbing cock was suffocating inside her and he shuddered as pleasure began its slow trickle down the length of his own body. He could no longer control the snapping of his hips, the air in his lungs or the strength of his bruising grip on her perfect body. 

His ears filled with the delightful repetitive “Yes, yes….yes, Wolffe…fuck, yes.” Her soft curves and sweat-slick skin pressed against his, her walls trapping his cock in her warmth, her face frozen in permanent ecstasy as the high crashed into her. He pressed his forehead into her shoulder and pulled her hips into his as he locked in, shuddering from head to toe as the crest of his own orgasm dragged him under.

His groans died in his throat as he emptied each spurt of pleasure inside her. He lost count of how many times he shot molten hot ribbons into her heat. He panted, the overwhelming pleasure leaving him so delightfully and completely spent. He collapsed on top of her, rolling them both over to cuddle her close while he regained his ability to breathe.

Wolffe let his large palm rest on the soft plush of her lower belly, just over where he’d filled her completely full of him. She was already asleep, far too tired to stay conscious after something as intense as they usually were together. He’d hold her close and keep her safe, even if she wasn’t awake to experience it, for as long as she needed him…

He blinked away the haze of orgasm and came to with a mess on his hands. With the headache and all the tension completely gone, the pull of sleep was inevitable, finally. He cleaned himself off and laid back into bed, knowing that by the time he woke up in 0600 hours he could make that fantasy a reality all over again.

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notes: hi I love him your honor I will probably add taglist and upload to ao3 later but I just wanted to get this posted bc im excited about it.

[droolingvenus]

People Who Deserve To Kill Palpatine and Who They Have Celebratory Sex With On His Desk After

Commander Fox: Guys, you KNOW this man deserves to off his shitty boss, thus living the fantasy of many, many people. I think that Senator Chuchi is an obvious choice, but she strikes me as not quite that type of lady, she would consider it, but I think she'd be more scared about getting caught than turned on by the possibility of it. Quinlan Vos would definitely be game to bang on Palpatine's desk, and if not with Fox, well, the Senate building should invest in some Jedi-proofing security measures, Quinlan would also be the one to leave some kind of evidence. He wants someone to know there was people doing the dirty on the dead man's desk, he strikes me as the type to get off on a little law breaking being involved.

More under the cut!

Padme Amidala: This woman trusted Palpatine immensely, and though that trust didn't last until her death, she still never expected Palpatine to be that kind of corrupt. Depending on what way things went, Anakin and her would be there to kill Palpatine together or Padme would do it herself because he took her beloved husband away from her. Afterwards, she and Anakin defile Palpatine's desk, or his desk chair, or both, or she finds someone else, probably someone she has a history or affection for, and lets herself feel some good feelings, knowing that she at least got the biggest threat to her galaxy out of the picture. And she's probably getting good sex afterwards, so she enjoys the day.

Bo-Katan: Palpatine basically allowed Maul to kill her sister and terrorize her people, and what happens to Mandalore after the end of the Clone War? Horrific. Palpatine can rot in hell just for that. I think, if she had Pre Vizsla around somehow (AU maybe?) he would be her first choice, because I do believe that she loved him, no matter how misguided that love was. If Vizsla wasn't available, Obi-Wan would be an option in her mind, he was screwed over by Palpatine too and it might not be out of the question for him to be the one helping her kill Palpatine. Proximity to the location and each other, the adrenaline of assassinating a Sith Lord, it's plausible to me.

Pretty much everyone Clone Commander/Captain and their Jedi General: Definitely Cody and Obi-Wan would assassinate Palpatine if given the chance and then have passionate sex on the desk and desk chair to celebrate the occasion. Bly and Aayla probably wouldn't be the ones likely to do it in canon, but we ignore canon a lot around here, so I think they deserve to stab and shoot the hell out of the wrinkly bastard and then have sex on every possible surface in the office. Wolffe and Plo Koon deserve to assassinate Palpatine, but they would probably (Definitely) bring their own partners to do the deed with. Plo, for once, pulls his rank card so he gets first dibs on the defiling, and Wolffe concedes, though he was pouty about Plo not letting him go first.

Lastly for now, Bail and Breha Organa: Just because it wasn't predicted or known at the time that their planet would become an asteroid field doesn't mean that Bail and Breha don't have their anger and bitterness towards Palpatine. Yes, Bail and Breha can be imperfect, and I think they should be allowed to have sex on Palpatine's desk, and probably renew their wedding vows at some point, they seem like the type.

I might add more later, but these are the ones who came to my mind first!

[vodika-vibes]

Could I request a smutty Wolffe x fem reader with ruby in spring? Where Wolffe and reader are in a no strings attached relationship and yet reader is in love with Wolffe?

April Showers

Summary: You have a friends with benefits type relationship with Wolffe, and the rules were simple. Keep it secret, and don’t catch feelings. The first one is easy…the last one, not so much.

Pairing: Commander Wolffe x F!Reader

Word Count: 735

Warnings: Smut

Prompts: Ruby - Passionate Love

Tagging:@trixie2023 @n0vqni

A/N: I hope this is close to what you wanted! It's kind of hard to make good smut happen in less than 1000 words, but I think I made it work. Also, there's not really any mention of spring time, aside from the rain. Sorry.

It’s raining again. You can hear the rain pounding against the glass of your bedroom, loud enough that it would have woken you, if you hadn’t already been awake.

It’s getting harder and harder to sleep through the night, with your anxiety plaguing your thoughts at all hours of the day.

Your anxiety centered on one, very important, aspect of your life.

Your relationship with Wolffe.

It started out as stress relief and a way to get some much needed relief. You’re one of the few women stationed to the 104th, and Wolffe has always been polite and respectful. Falling into bed with him (or a storage closet, or his desk, or the training room-) had been easy.

The pair of you even came up with two, very simple, rules. Rule one, keep it a secret. No one would approve of the Commander of the 104th having mind blowing sex with an IT Tech, after all. Rule two, no catching feelings. This was a strictly no-strings attached liaison. 

It’s the second rule that you’re struggling with. 

Because the more often you fall into bed with Wolffe, the stronger your feelings for him grow.

And it’s becoming a problem. 

The last thing you want is to end this liaison. But you know that if Wolffe finds out, he’ll cut you off and pretend it never happened. And you’re not sure you’d be able to remain with the 104th if that happened.

You press your arm over your tired eyes, and finally roll out of bed. It’s late enough in the day that you can get up and start doing stuff without feeling guilty about not sleeping. Besides, maybe if you get up and move around you’ll actually get tired enough to sleep.

Needless to say, you're surprised when, as you’re sipping your morning caf, the doorbell rings. You’re even more surprised when you open the door and see Wolffe standing there.

You blink at him, as he pushes his way into your home, your mind racing. You’re pretty sure that you didn’t have to report to the ship this morning. Right?

You follow him into your living room, “Wolffe?” You’re now very confused, sure, he’s never been a chatty man, but he’s not normally so quiet either. “Is something wrong? Did something happen?”

He glances at you, and a small smile crosses his face, “No. Nothing’s wrong.”

“Oh, that’s good.” You say, and then you squeak when he advances on you and crashes his lips against yours, “W-Wolffe-”

He quickly strips you of your pajamas, which in this case is a long shirt and not much else, and bends you over the arm of the couch, “Need to be inside you,” Wolffe breathes into your ear, “Was dreaming about you, about this.”

His fingers slide though your folds, immediately moving to your clit, and you whimper and tighten your grip around the material of the couch. “W-what were you dreaming?” You gasp out, another whimper falling from you as he grinds his erection against your dampening slit.

He tightly grips your hip with his free hand, “You. This. But,” he slowly pushes in, “different. Better.”

You whine and roll your hips back against his, “Better?”

His free hand slides up and grips your throat, not hard enough to hurt you, but enough that you know he’s there, “You were mine,” Wolffe admits, “Only mine. I didn’t have to share you with anyone.” A particularly hard thrust pushes you to release a keening moan, “I love you. And I know the no strings attached was my rule, but I don’t kriffing care.”

“You-?” You’re not able to finish your question as he presses his chest to your back, and turns your head to catch your lips with his own.

“I’ll just make you feel so good that you won’t want anyone else.” Wolffe whispers, “No one will ever make you feel as good as me.”

You whimper, “W-Wolffe,” Your forehead falls to the couch, “Love you too.”

His hips stutter to a stop, and then he pulls out so suddenly that you let out a cry of displeasure, though all he does is flip you, and sit you on the arm of the couch before thrusting back in, he doesn’t say anything, but he does press his forehead against yours.

You’re sure that the pair of you have a lot to talk about…but talking can come later.

[sleepingsun501]

Commander Wolffe

In Wolffe’s imagination, you’re dripping wet, too.

🌶️🌶️ Ao3

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[dickarchivist]

Tell Me Again.

Wolffe × Fem!Reader, new relationship

Word count: ~1700

MINORS BEGON 🔞

Contents and Warnings: n s f w 18+, Minors DNI, small fight resulting in minor cuts and bruises, vague hints of an abusive ex, fingering, counter sex, riding, unprotected PiV sex, Wolffe being protective of you, Wolffe being soft, Mando'a lesson. Fluffy smut, how nice.

Summary: After a fight with friends, you wear a few bruises with pride. Wolffe comes home for shore leave, and teaches you a few words in Mando'a while tending to your needs.

Mando'a used: Mesh'la (beautiful, pretty. Used as a pet name). Cyare (beloved, loved, popular. Used as an improper pet name, corrected by Wolffe). Cyar'ika (darling, sweetheart. Used as a pet name).

Author's notes: A continuation of the "Don't Stop on my Account" fic, which can be found [here].

Oh, to be in the hands of a hot man as you give him words of affirmation. This ended up in directions I didn't think it would, I was planning on it just being fluff, but then it became double smut, akin to the first of this series.

You'd gotten more used to the comings and goings of your favorite clone commander. Wolffe still kisses you when he leaves in the mornings, tells you how he looks forward to your next moment together. You've caught him trying to sneak out a few times since the first time you caught him, but you've succeeded in getting him to be more upfront about when he has to go for a while.

Your friends have been warning you again, however. "There's no guarantees." "We just don't want you to get hurt when he stops showing up." "There wouldn't be anyone to tell you if he died or not." "All you have is physical." "Honey just let him go, find a real man, not one of those credit a dozen toy soldiers."

You get into a full out fist fight with the one who calls Wolffe a toy soldier. It takes the others to separate you, you've never had that kind of impulse before but it made your blood boil and you couldn't help but wind up a punch. It's a new sensation for you, looking in your bathroom mirror and seeing the shiner and split in your lip.

You've come home with these in the past, but instead of the fear you felt in the past, you somehow feel proud of these marks. You got them defending the man you care about, and not from the one who was supposed to care about you.

You discard your top and pants, checking yourself for any major injuries. Few small bruises starting to bloom, some scraps, but all told nothing serious. You're about to turn on the water in the refresher when you hear the front door of your flat slide open.

"Mesh'la, you home?" There's a flutter in your chest at the sound of Wolffe's voice. Even among other clones, you feel like you could pick him out among them.

"In here!" You go to grab some concealer, but hesitate. These are badges of honor for you this time, why would you hide them? You turn around to stride out, but Wolffe is already there.

His eyes go from soft to shock, then anger, and for just a second you think it's aimed toward you. "Who did this? Who hurt you? I'll kill them."

You laugh, much to both of your surprise. He crossed to you, hands rough but surprisingly gentle around your face, "This isn't funny. You're hurt. Shoulda been here..."

"I got into a fight with someone because they called you a toy soldier, Wolffe. Trust me, they're worse off than I am."

You're starting to like this shocked face of his. Wolffe blinks down at you, really looking at the bruise around your eye, the pad of his thumb ghosting across your lip, just light enough to feel it. He takes your hands, looking at your bruised knuckles, smirking a little, "Kept your thumb out like I showed you?"

"Threw a mean punch like you showed me," you smirk up at him, and he gives you an impressed look as he sets his hands on your hips. "Like what you see Commander?"

Wolffe chuckles a little, kissing the corner of your mouth, "Of course Mesh'la, I'm lookin at you."

"What does that mean?" You try to steal a real kiss, but Wolffe pulls away a little with a husky chuckle and your breath hitches softly. You adore that sound.

"What does what mean?"

"Mesh'la... you call me that a lot, what does it mean?"

There it is again, that husky chuckle. This time, paired with kisses against your neck, making one hand grip the bathroom counter behind you as the other cards through the hair at the nape of Wolffe's neck. "It's Mando'a. Means beautiful. Pretty. It means you, Mesh'la."

You moan softly, lulling your head to the side as Wolffe sucks a hickey into your neck. He comes off you with a pop and blows on the newly forming dark spot. It makes you moan again, and your hips move forward in Wolffe's hands. "Is there a word for handsome?"

"Why? You wanna call me handsome?" Wolffe lifts you with ease and sets you on the edge of the counter. He moves forward a step and you open yourself for him, hooking your legs around his waist to bring him nearer. As his hand runs along your inner thigh, he answers you, "Don't know of one, Mando'a doesn't have gendered words like basic."

"Teach me..." your words are breathy already and he hasn't even touched you yet.

"Teach or touch?" There's two fingers stroking the front of your small clothes, making you whine, and Wolffe can't help a light laugh, "So tough a second ago, what happened?"

"Wolffe..." you whine again, hands holding his shoulders as your body shakes at even the touchs through thin fabric. You're starting to ache, needing more, "Do both, but touch first, please, touch first..."

"Kriff... you're wet, soaked through your panties already?" when you nod at his words, Wolffe walks his fingers under the thin fabric and presses a finger directly to your swollen clitoris. You jump, and he laughs, the rumble low in his throat, "no fight left?"

His fingers start to work you slowly, swirling your slick through your folds. Wolffe's going slow on purpose, you can tell, but it feels so good you don't want to rush him. It feels like a reward.

There's desperation creeping into your voice, your hips move forward to meet Wolffe's hand, "More..."

"More what, Mesh'la?" But he knows, he's already giving you what you desire. His hand moves lower within your folds, touching your entrance with teasing strokes before two fingers dip into your slick waiting walls, "This what you wanted pretty girl?"

Wolffe kisses the side of your head as you lean forward into his chest. His thumb works your clit as his fingers curl and pump inside you. "Wolffe... oh- mmm... Wolffe..." your legs open a little wider for him, and you close your eyes as you lean against his chest. You're panting hard, fast breaths as he brushes that sweet spot within and you see stars.

Your climax hits suddenly, and as you cry out, Wolffe's arm caresses the back of your head. He holds you safely against him as your legs tremble, clenching on his fingers as his movements slow. You're so dizzy, head light in ecstatic pleasure. You finally get a kiss out of Wolffe, a proper one. It hurts for a moment, but you've wanted that kiss since you saw him in your doorway, it was worth the wait.

"What's... what's Mando'a for "you are loved"?"

There's a pause, before Wolffe speaks softly to you, kissing your shoulder and neck as punctuation, "Cyare. Beloved... sometimes used for popular."

When his hand leaves your folds, you're worried that maybe you pushed those words too soon, but as he lifts you from the counter and removes your small clothes, you know it's anything but. Wolffe carefully lays you onto your bed, then dofts the rest of his clothing to lay beside you. He doesn't mount right away this time, not like you'd become accustomed to. No, his hands trail down, eyes following, tracing patterns onto your skin.

You tangle your legs with his, closing what little gap there was, and palm his length, pumping the stiff length in your hand. Wolffe growls and stops your hand, looking into your eyes, "Why'd you ask that?"

"If I can't call you handsome, I want to call you loved, because that's what you are, Cyare." Your cheeks are hot when you say it, but you know it's true.

"That's not how you say that."

"Did I pronounce it wrong?"

"Yes, but you're going for the pet name, yeah?" You nod, and can't help but find this whole thing endearing you further to him. A man of his word, he touched first, and taught second. "It'd be cyar'ika, then. Adding "'ika" makes it an endearment."

"Then I love you, Cyar'ika."

There's hope in his eyes, soft, loving hope, as if he'd convinced himself you were playing a joke on him when you'd said it before. "Tell me again."

You move on him, getting on top of Wolffe and straddling his hips. His hands rest on your thighs, and you share a moan as you take in his length until you're seated flush against him. "I love you, Cyar'ika."

As you swivel your hips, panting again already, the Commander watches from below. He looks dazed, eyes not leaving your face, there's disbelief and pleasure there, "Again."

"I love you."

You start to bounce on him a little, rolling your hips, clenching tight around his length, hands pressed to his chest for support. Wolffe bites his bottom lip and bucks into your tight walls, drawing a cry from your lips. Your repeat yourself again, "I love you."

As you bounce on Wolffe's length, you repeat the words over and over, gripping his chest hair, your legs shaking as you climax again. Wolffe isn't far behind you, with a few more hard thrusts his hips buck sporadically until he grunts, spending himself within your walls. You fall onto his chest, panting with him as he puts his arms around you in a protective embrace.

Wolffe is quiet for a moment after. You've since returned to your sides, your back pressed into his chest, his arms secure around you, legs tangled together. He presses a kiss to the cone of your ear, whispering, "You mean that..?"

As you turn your head to see him, you steal a kiss before he can pull away to spare your split lip. "I love you Wolffe. I love you, and I mean it."

Wolffe kisses you properly, still careful of the split in your lip. His hands rub your back, the curve of your hip, he's careful with you in a way he hadn't been before. He doesn't say it in words, but his actions tell you for him. Wolffe loves you too. As he nuzzles your heads together, tucking you close to him, he whispers a word you know now, and it makes you smile against his shoulder, "Cyar'ika..."

Tag List!: @wolffegirlsunite @anxiouspineapple99 @wizardofrozz (sorry if I missed anyone or added someone by accident! Not used to people asking to be tagged in stuff haha)

[fandom-friday]

Hello friend Karrde!

I hope that all here have been well and prosperous, or at least not buried in snow like me. I have more offerings again for the rec list! I apologize because this is gonna be a whopper of a list too, totally understand if it doesn't make it in this week.

On the Art side of things:

@pinkiemme has been rocking our world with both Commanders Wolffe and Mayday... such scrumptiousness. But then I saw this panel of Captain Rex and... (crying).

@rexxdjarin again with the thick and healthy series latest Echo and Gregor... the study of muscular anatomy is so on point!

@sunshinesdaydream has given us the adorable duo of Hardcase and Sparks

@spicyclones79s has gifted us Omega & Hunter, Commander Wolffe, and a very sweet Foxio

@ladykagewaki always has my heart with the Bebe batch snuggles But also Ms. Fangirl has shared how to summon Echo (May contain spoilers!)

@cloned-eyes made me smile with Wrecker and his little friends but then sob when I saw Jenot.

Comic Recs!:

@paperback-rascal is back with mercy and co with an interesting neurologic finding on Major 40

Fic Recs!:

@pickleprickle 's Newest fic features an injured Mace Windu in the wake of the Empire's rise in Shattered Sunrise. When I say I binged the first two chapters... go read!

if anyone is in need of a Howzer Fic after @the-rain-on-kamino has just reposted their Exigency series. I didn't get a chance to read it the first time and am making my way through it now and let me tell ya... the love, the longing, the CAPTAIN! oh and the build up to the SMUT!

Hopefully I'll have the other comic pieces gathered together for next week and a few more recs. Till then happy reading!

This is one HECK of a list that's got a little something for every TCW/TBB fan out there! I love all of the artwork, and the fics are phenomenal!!!

(Quick correction: the art of Hardcase and Sparks was a commission done by @cloned-eyes)

As always, THANK YOU for taking the time to pull all these together!!

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[wild-karrde]

Hi Karrde!

Long time listener and first time caller :) Wanted to share a fic and head canon that have been living rent-free in my head recently:

In Pieces by @blueink-bluesoul : A very NSFW and oh-so-indulgently delicious fic about a night out with the clone commanders that leads to a wild shared experience...

Commander Cody Head Canons (Part 4) by @starstofillmydream NSFW. Molly wrote 4 (so far) incredibly thoughtful and beautifully detailed head canons about our beloved Commander Cody.

BOY HOWDY THESE ARE SPICY. MINIMAL THOUGHTS. BRAIN HAS SHORT CIRCUITED. NEED APPROXIMATELY 3-5 BUSINESS DAYS TO RECOVER. THANK YOU FOR THE RECS.

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[littlemissmanga]

Thots for Wolffe please? ♥ Please and thank you.

Of course!

Let's see ...

SFW

Wolffe is a little shit and nothing will change my mind about that. He hides it well because the weight of responsibility is heavy and he puts a lot of pressure on himself to be a good leader. But off duty or when relaxed? Wolffe let's loose. He's not a prankster, rather he's a ball buster, full of pointed quips and one liners.

In a relationship, that manifests as pointed teasing. He's a nudgenik. It gets him going when you can give as good as you get. He likes your feisty side.

He isn't emotionally repressed - he's fully aware of his feelings and mindful of how they inform his actions. He is Plo's son after all. He just sees revealing his emotional needs and depending on his men for that support as a breach of command and a dereliction of his duties. So he doesn't burden them with his emotional needs.

If Wolffe ever does start a relationship, that is one of the biggest early hurdles. He also sees you as someone he should protect and so he wouldn't open up to you emotionally out of a sense of duty. You're the one who teaches him that sharing the burden is the responsible thing to do.

NSFT

Wolffe likes being in control in the bedroom not because he always needs control but because he LOVES the idea that you, a person born with your autonomy guaranteed, one who doesn't have to respect him, so willingly trusts and submits to him. That choice is what makes him feel eight feet tall when you fall to your knees in front of him.

I do see Wolffe not necessarily as a true switch but as someone who will need to relinquish control once in a while. He doesn't like it as much, but he does need it to regain balance sometimes.

But more than that, he adores that you ARE a switch and he loves when you just take what you want from him. It makes him feel more desired than anything else to see you unable to control yourself because of him.

If dealing with an AFAB partner, he's a tit man all the way. If AMAB, he still fixates on your chest. He hates and loves that you wear low-cut shirts just to distract and tease him. And rile up others, garnering enough stares to make him jealous.

He loves the idea of cockwarming, of having you sitting all warm and sweet in his lap while he works. Getting to feel you as close as possible and make you even needier than he feels, testing his own patience as well as teasing the life out of you just checks all his boxes ... but he isn't actually patient enough to pull it off. You'll be in his lap for all of two minutes before you know exactly how to make him lose control.

[vodika-vibes]

Welcome Back

Summary: You’re a nature photographer, well known for traveling to different planets to get the pictures you need. During a two week downtime, you decide to reach out to the love of your life, Wolffe.

Pairing: Commander Wolffe x F!Reader

Word Count: 1729

Warnings: Smut, fingering, dom/sub dynamics

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni

A/N: Here's the Easter Smut. It's not the greatest because my husband is in a voice call in the same room, and I have a hard time typing while people are talking. *Sigh* Such is life, I suppose.

You nervously twist your comm between your fingers, your gaze darting from the blank screen, to the bustling concourse around you, and then back to the comm screen.

Wolffe should be here soon. 

You hope.

You haven’t seen him in months. Not since the fall of the Republic, and his subsequent defection from the Empire.

You know he’s safe, he has managed to keep you up to date on his health. You also know that he, and many of his brothers have decided to become Bounty Hunters.

Even now, you’re not sure that it’s a wise decision, surely the Empire won’t allow so many Mandalorians to just wander freely, but it’s Wolffe’s life, and he finally has a choice, so you just worry and fret silently.

You tap your comm against the table, anxiety growing the longer Wolffe isn’t here.

What if something happened? What if he got hurt?

You start when your comm chimes. But when you twist to look at the screen, it’s just a message from your boss telling you that the photos you took of the Rancor family on Hutta were probably going to win you awards, and you sigh.

That’s not who you wanted to contact you.

Still, it is a good notification so you’re quick to send a reply.

You glance up when someone knocks on your table, and a smile spreads across your face at the familiar armor standing over you, “Wolffe-”

“I’m late,” His voice is altered thanks to the vocoder in his helmet, but you’re still able to pick out the apology in his voice, “Sorry, mesh’la.”

You’re already shaking your head, “It’s okay. I’m just glad that you came. I was worried that you wouldn’t.”

“As if I’d ever not come when you called.” Wolffe replies.

You scramble to your feet, though you’re careful about touching him. Wolffe isn’t a huge fan of PDA, claiming that such things put you at risk. And while you’re not so sure you agree, you love him enough to not push him on it.

Even with you standing, Wolffe still makes you feel small. He’s not a small man by any means, but his armor seems to only make him bigger. Your Wolffe is all muscle under that armor, and your favorite part of these meetings, rare as they are, is unwrapping him from his armor.

“I have an apartmenr here,” You say brightly, “Will you join me?”

You can’t see his eyes through the darkened visor of his helmet, but you can imagine his gaze darkening as he drags his eyes down your body, undressing you with his eyes. “As if you have to ask.”

You lead him through the concourse, telling him about the various planets you’ve been to since the last time you saw him in person, and telling him about the different photos you’ve taken.

He listens intently and asks questions when he’s curious about something. You really do love him so much, you’re sure he doesn’t really care about your career, but he pretends that he does.

You lead him into your apartment, and it is yours, for all that you spend most of your time traveling, and you move to the side to let him look around. 

“I’m surprised you decided to buy an apartment on a space station, rather than a planet.” Wolffe notes, his voice no longer altered as he pulls his helmet off and sets it on the shelf next to the front door, his armor quickly joining his helmet on the shelf.

It’s not why you bought it, not really. 

Well, it’s not the only reason you bought it.

“Well, with as much time as I travel, it’s just more cost effective.” You explain as you pull off your boots and set them on the shoe rack, “I don’t need a lot of space, and most of the stations money comes from the guild and the businesses based here, rather than people like me, so-”

Wolffe hums thoughtfully as you trail off. “How have you been?” He asks, as he turns his gaze away from the apartment and onto you, “We haven’t seen each other in months.”

“Well, I was running around in Hutt Space.” You tease with a small smile, “But, I’ve been good. Missed you, though.”

His gaze softens, “I’d bring you with me, if I could.”

“I know,” You stand and walk over to him, sliding into his welcoming arms, “How have you been? You’re always so secretive about what you’re doing.”

“Tired.” Wolffe admits, “We’re trying to free our brothers from the Empire, but Mandalore doesn’t want us-”

You reach up and cup his cheek, “You’ll find somewhere. I know it.”

“I know. General Koon is reaching out to some places for us, but being a Jedi is dangerous these days-” He leans into your touch, “At this point, we’re thinking we’re going to have to settle on Tatooine.”

“Well, if you do, then I’ll be there.”

Wolffe pulls your hands to his lips, and he lightly kisses your knuckles, “Nothing would make me happier.”

You smile up at him, your smile growing as his lips trail from your knuckles, to the palm of your hands, to your wrists. For all that you don’t get to spend much time with your Wolffe, he’s never made you feel neglected.

Slowly, he releases your hands and leans in to catch your lips with his own. He kisses slowly, but with a growing intensity, until his tongue slips past your unresisting lips to map out the inside of your mouth.

Wolffe walks backwards into your apartment, easily navigating the living room, and bringing you into your bedroom. And only then does he start slowly tugging your clothes off and dropping them to the floor.

It’s only once you're totally bare, that he pulls away to drag his gaze down your body.

The marks he left on your skin at your last meeting have long since faded, but you know you’ll be properly marked as his before the end of the night.

His hand ghosts down your side and you instinctively lean into his touch, “Maker, I missed you.” Wolffe murmurs, before he leans in to kiss you one more time.

And then he pulls away and sits on the bed, you take a half step towards him, intent to settle yourself on his lap, but he stops you with a look. “Are you just going to leave your clothes on the floor, pretty girl?” he asks. 

You peer at him, slightly put out, but crouch to pick up your clothing and you set them in the clothes bin, before you walk back over to him. Though you stop before climbing onto his lap.

“Good girl,” He praises, his voice low as he palms his cock through the material of his blacks. His gaze lingers on your breasts for a moment, before dragging down to your pussy, “So obedient.”

“I’m always good for you,” You remind him as you eye the outline of his cock, “Wolffe, can I-?”

He arches a single brow, “Wolffe, is it?”

Your face flushes, “Sorry, Commander.”

“Much better, cyar’ika.” He motions for you to come closer, and stops you when you’re standing in front of him, “Spread your legs, cyare.”

Obediently, you do as he asks, and a quiet whimper slips from you as his fingers slide between your folds. You’re already wet, wet enough that his fingers are easily able to slip inside you.

He finger fucks you for a few moments, clearly enjoying the way you’re moaning for him, and then he pulls his fingers away, pulling a petulant whine from you, and sucks them clean.

Wolffe smirks at you, “What was that noise, cyar’ika? Are you being greedy?”

You inch closer to him, “It’s been so long,”

His hand curls around your hip, “I know.”

“I missed you.”

“I know, cyare.” 

“Commander, please-”

Wolffe chuckles, “Normally, I’d punish you for being so greedy, cyar’ika.” He teases, “But it has been months.”

He stands suddenly, startling you, and tugs his clothes off. He’s much more careless with his clothes than he allows you to be with yours. It’d bother you, if you weren’t distracted with the fact that he’s now naked in front of you.

You press your hands against his chest, and slowly drag your hands down his body. Your fingers tracing muscles and scars in equal measure. And Wolffe lets you wrap your hand around his cock and start slowly stroking him.

A heavy sigh falls from his lips as his head tilts back and he thrusts into your hand. Though he only allows you to touch him for a few moments.

“As much as I’d love to paint you, cyar’ika,” Wolffe murmurs as he gently bats your hands away, “That’ll come later. On the bed, on your hands and knees.”

“Yes Commander,”

There’s a glimmer of affection on his face as he watches you immediately move onto the bed and take the position that he instructed. “Such a good girl.” He praises as he presses his hand between your shoulder blades and pushes your head down towards the bed, “There we go, cyar’ika. Present yourself for me.”

You whine and press your burning face into your pillow, “D’you have to say it like that?”

He laughs softly, “Yes.” Wolffe’s finger finds your clit with ease and he adds pressure to it as he moves his finger in rapid circles, pulling and your hips jerk towards him. 

“C-Commander,” You whimper.

“You’re so sensitive, cyar’ika,” Wolffe praises, “Have you not been touching yourself?”

You shake your head, “You said not to.” You say through your moans.

“And you listened this time?” Wolffe teases, as he increases the pressure on your clit and moves his finger even faster, as he leans in and bites down on your shoulder, leaving the first of many marks on your body, “Cum. Now.”

You’ve never been able to deny Wolffe, so when he gave his order you comply, almost immediately. Falling apart with a whimper and a whine and by burying your face in your pillow.

You feel his lips curl up into a smile, “One.” He kisses the mark on your shoulder, “How many orgasms can I give you before you’re begging and in tears, cyar’ika.” He bites down on your other shoulder, “I can’t wait to find out.”

[fandom-friday]

I already submitted 1 for this week, but some of my fav fics have had updates/new chapter drops in the past couple of weeks, so wanted to shout these out too:

Dominoes by @meridiansdominoes

https://archiveofourown.org/works/11864643/chapters/26789934

One of my fav fics ever, starring the original Domino squad… We’re off to UMBARA kids! *stressed AF*

In Command by @wild-karrde

https://www.tumblr.com/wild-karrde/702398234256195584/in-command-master-list?source=share

I’ve already screamed at you about it, but so excited to see the re-write of one of my fav fics progress! The emotion that shines through just gives me chills. And Senna is my stubborn and reckless spirit animal.

Walk Me Home by @cyarbika

This new chapter drop had me drooling. Spicy 🔥 Sassy and Sexy - my fav combo. Lemony lemon.

How Long Will it Take You to Slow Down by @saturn-sends-hugs

https://archiveofourown.org/works/44765179/chapters/112629625

Every new chapter drop in this series gives me anxiety because this series is deliciously whumpy. But Saturn writes Echo’s headspace in such an emotional way. He’s a PTSD loaded trainwreck I can’t look away from. I love him in every way! Love how Tech got some time to shine in this update,

Fools Errand by @staycalmandhugaclone

https://www.tumblr.com/staycalmandhugaclone/752401340394799104/fools-errand-pt-1

This is a new arc in Doc’s Misadventures, about a medic running with TBB. And listen - this might be the best arc yet. Stay Calm is the most descriptive writer and just sucks you right into the story. Her OC Doc has so much compassion for those around her, but is also a 100% certified badass and it’s just the best combo, honestly. I love her. And seeing her relationship grow and change with the boys has been amazing. Echo really gets time to shine in this story, which has been stellar. Heavy whump and spicy in some story arcs.

As always, thanks for all the things @fandom-friday !!

Multiple submissions are ALWAYS welcome! This is an absolutely fantastic list, and I am completely and totally honored to be included on it with so many outstanding writers! Thanks so much for putting this together and sending it in!

Link to Walk Me Home

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[wild-karrde]

Hello Friend Karrde,

I got caught up on some more reading! And thus some more Rec's from the marvelous Tumblr-verse.

@rain-on-kamino Has completed the Bet saga with the final chapter Afterglow. Trust me hun this fine piece of literature deserves to be savored slowly so as to appreciate it (like fine wine!). The highest peaks, the smoldering warmth, the MEN!!! Have the AED at the ready cause you're bound to go into an arrhythmia. Trust me you NEED TO READ THIS!

@pickleprickle Has given us the latest on the Tea Shop series (The Daimyo's Resolve) and it is slowly rolling to a boil.... I honestly cant decide if I enjoy the build up or the storm more! Can't wait to see what Boba does.... Or says.... I may have a problem....

@rexxdjarin latest Out of our element is amazing! Watching Zeeta and Wolffe go toe to toe... oh and the SPICE!!!!! I will fully own being a Wolffe girly and this is just Awesome! (chef's kiss)

@daimyosprincess has again gifted us with a one shot in the Ex Libris series Idyll.... Keep water on stand by cause HOLY MOLY!!!!! I feel the need to go to confession but I also regret NOTHING!

I finally caught up to part 9 of One step at a time and oh Chuck! These guys have been through the wringer and it just kills me, and Chuckles is so patient and good with the kids. I'm hoping to get to part 10 this week, but also what happened to Bolts?

I will humbly self rec a little self indulgent AU fic I did called Adult Swim... life guard Rex got me all sorts a feelings....

Thank you as always for putting this together every week. Much love and appreciation to all the amazing folks out here. Can't wait to see what's on the list!

WOOOOOOOOO THIS IS QUITE A LIST. It has it ALL. Sweet. SPICY. SO MUCH SPICE. You've really covered all of your bases here, and I love the ones of these that I have read, and am HYPED to check out the ones I haven't (including yours because HELL YEAH SELF-REC and also SAME with that Lifeguard AU from Emme!). Thanks so much for sending them all in!

(And part 10 of OSaaT helps clear some stuff up hehehe... not everything, but SOME things. We're slowly laying out the groundwork.)

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[echos-newlegs]

so i you didn’t specifically state that you write for wolffe but you said if we ask nicely you could be persuaded, so here is me asking nicely if you wouldn’t mind writing NSFW prompt 121 and 106 for wolffe🥺😫🙏🙏 thank you so much

Wolffe x Reader: "Are you sure that's what you want? I could really hurt you.", "Well, since you want to cum so badly, why don't we see how many times I can make you cum right now."

Warnings: Oral(F! Receiving), scratching, biting, bondage, blindfolds, choking, piv, wrap it before you tap it irl guys, Porn without plot and a superiority kink, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT OR I WILL PERSONALLY STEAL YOUR KNEES, thank you

Missed you, Cyare

He held you against the bed. Strong arms on either side of you as his lips assaulted your neck. Kissing and sucking, licking and biting. It was all enough to make your world go fuzzy.

"Missed you so much, Mesh'la." The moment he got home from his last mission he was on you like a wild dog. Which, was about an hour ago. The moment he stepped into the shared home and saw you standing in the kitchen with a muffin in your hand. The way you had both just stared at each other and then ran into each others arms. As if you hadn't seen one another almost a week ago. But hey, a week was a long time to be separated from someone that you love.

"I missed you so kriffing much," He continued. "Missed you too, Wolffe." You commented back, but he knew you missed him. Kriffs sake, you dropped your favorite muffin on the table to jump into his arms and were hardly upset when you learnt it fell onto the floor. Claiming you would just eat the one you stashed back for him. Which he didn't mind, he would give you anything of his if it meant your happiness.

"Wolffe," You gasped when he rutted against you. Legs wrapping around his waist with determination. Hoping to get another feel of the friction that he started. Which he initiated again. Both of you letting out small noises this time. Which only seemed to spur both of you on.

"Cyare, I never want to leave you again. I'd leave the order for you." That was a lot coming from Wolffe, and you knew it. You knew he wasn't joking, either, but the last thing you wanted was to have to run and hide all because he chose to commit an act of treason for you.

"Wolffe," You reached up to pull his face upwards. So he would look at you. "I don't want to be the reason we have to go into hiding. The war will end, and we'll be able to live the life we want." You told him. Watching his eyes wander your face. Lust and love taking over his features. Because dear maker, he loved you, like he loved no other.

His lips came crashing down onto yours. Groaning when your hand rushed up to tug at the hair on the back of his head. Which only spurred him forward. Giving him the jolt that he needed.

He started with your clothes first. Pulling them off of your body. Your shirt came first, then your pants. Thankful he was only in his blacks so his armor wouldn't be pinching and poking your skin like it had many times before.

His hands alone praised your body. Touching and squeezing as his eyes watched him. He felt like the luckiest man in the galaxy. Being able to map out your body like a constellation he only knew about. Maker, it was perfect. You were perfect.

"Wolffe," You plea caught his attention. A smirk plastered on his face.

"Yes, Cyar'ika?" He cooed, "What do you want?"

"I want you to hurry the hell up," You panted. You loved that he was taking his time to map out your body. You enjoyed it, even, but right now you needed him filling you up. You needed him pounding you into next week like he was oh so good at doing.

"That's no way to talk to your superiors," His hand was resting around your throat, merely to feel your pulse beneath his thumb. But it made your breath hitch. The excitement of it placed so delicately, even though he could easily squeeze the life from you in a heart beat. Though you knew he would never even dream of such a thing. He may be an absolute dick at times, but he would never hurt you.

"Wolffe, please," You begged, watching you squirm underneath him, but he could tell you wanted something else.

"What else do you want?" He brushed his nose against your ear. "Tell me," he commanded, biting your ear lobe, softly.

"Choke me," It shocked him. Two words he never expected you to say outside of a joke or a snide comment when the two of you got to bantering. Pulling away to study your face. His hand still resting on your throat.

"What?" He was astounded you would ask him to hurt you during an intimate moment like this. A moment that the two of you hardly got to share. A moment that Wolffe saw as the one thing that got him away from hurting others. Let alone hurting you.

"Wolffe, I know you would never hurt me on purpose," You assure him, to which he nodded in agreement. He wouldn't hurt you.

"But it's just something I want to try. If you don't want to we don't have to." You added. Leaning up to press a kiss on his lips, which he kissed back. He could never deny such a sweet gesture from you. Even if he was contemplating if this conversation was even worth it or not.

"Are you sure that's what you want?" You nodded at his question. Giving him a reassuring smile. "I could really hurt you." You pressed a kiss to his cheek this time. "Wolffe, I know you wouldn't go far enough to hurt me. I trust you." That was really all he needed, too.

He pressed you back down into the bed. Your hands working on unzipping him from the body suit that his his beautiful body from your wandering eyes. Wolffe helping you remove his blacks as he locked your lips with his. Snarling into the kiss when you nipped at his bottom lip. Which only made you giggle, while your tongues pressed and danced together. His eyes parting slightly when yours did. Giving you a look that screamed, 'Don't test me.'

His hands moved to cup your breasts. Humming when you moaned into his mouth. A sound he wished he could hear everyday of his life. Until the day he died. Though even then, he would want to continue to hear the little sounds you made. The laughs, and humming that was all for him.

He kneaded at the soft flesh, absolutely soaking in the feeling. It wasn't everyday that he got to feel something so soft.

Then his hands moved further. His mouth moving down with them to mouth at your chest, and then your stomach. Biting and sucking on the flesh. You knew you wouldn't be getting what you wanted until he got what he wanted.

He enjoyed marking your stomach and chest the most. Areas that only he could see. That he knew that only he could see.

Then he got down to your thighs. Leaving a bite on each, which he kissed over to try and sooth the stinging that the bite left. Even if he didn't break the skin, he could tell by your tensing that it still pinched. Though you enjoyed it, and you voiced it with your actions and noises.

He brought his mouth closer to where you needed him most. Your hands tangling in his hair. Causing a gruff noise to leave his lips. Hooking his fingers on your panties to bring them down. Pulling them off of your legs, then he got to work.

He mouthed over your clit. Watching you squirm, groaning when you moaned out his name. It sounded so heavenly coming from your lips. Glad that it was his name, and not someone else's.

He licked up your sex. Fingers pushing inside you. A low chuckle coming from his chest.

"So wet," He teased, watching you shoot a glare towards him, but you didn't dare say anything about it. Especially when he started sucking on your sensitive bud. It felt so good, you didn't want to test the waters and make him stop.

He kept pumping his fingers in and out of you. Licking and sucking. Until you were tugging his face as close to you as you could. The cord in your core ready to snap.

"Wolffe, oh kriff, I- mm- I'm suh'close-!" You squealed out as he continued with his work. He wasn't stopping until you were cumming on his face, which didn't take you too long.

You were panting hard, astounded by how well he could make you feel from just his mouth and his finger. It took you a moment to come down from your high. Looking down at him still resting between your thighs. Laying his cheek on the one like a pillow. Fingers running up and down the inner part of it. He was truly beautiful. Even if his hair was sticking out in every direction due to you tugging at it. Along with his face that was covered in a mix of your juices and his own saliva, but in a way it made him look even hotter than usual.

"What are you looking at, soldier?" You asked, growing a bit subconscious of your vulnerability. How you were completely naked, and had just came from his mouth. And he was still in his boxers and you hadn't even helped him, yet.

"Just how beautiful you are," He hummed. Moving so he was hovering over you again. Leaning down so his lips were ghosting over yours. "How perfect you are."

You felt a shudder run down your body when you felt him pressing against your thigh. He was still hard, probably throbbing, but he seemed so collected right now. Like he wanted to wait and cherish every moment of this. Something a lot of people wouldn't expect from Wolffe.

"Well," You let one hand rest on his chest. The other sliding down his stomach. Fingers ghosting over his length. Watching his eyes flutter shut, then open again to give you a sharp look. "Well," He repeated after you. Leaning back to sit on his calves. Looking you over once more. Pleased with how disheveled he made you look.

"Are you gonna finish what you started?" You asked with a teasing smirk. Nights with your lover never ended with just his mouth on you or your mouth on him. He needed to be inside you. Whether now, or later that day. He didn't care. It was part of his possessiveness over you. He just needed to remind the both of you that you were his and he was yours.

He let out a grim chuckle. Running two of his fingers through your folds. Watching you tense up from the feeling. A smirk resting on his face. Using the juiced he collect from you to slicking himself. Giving himself a few testing pumps before tapping your thigh.

"On your knees, and turn around," He ordered, to which you listened. Moving to sit up on your knees turning around like he ordered.

Wolffe pulled you close to his chest. Hand holding at your throat, which had your thighs shaking a bit. Breath hitching.

His other hand lined himself up with your entrance. Then he slid inside of you. A moan leaving the both of your guys' throats. His forehead resting on your shoulder.

"Let me know if I need tuh'stop." He told you with a groan, to which you nodded. "I will, don't worry." You assured him. Giving his hand on your waist a quick squeeze.

His thrust were slow at first. Getting used to the new position, until he got the hang of it. Then he started snapping his hips up into you. Small huffs and pants leaving the mans mouth. His hand squeezing at your throat here and there, but it isn't really even enough to choke you. Though it's better than nothing, and it was enough to make you feel like you had less control in this situation. Which was your main goal. Plus it felt exciting, something that you were growing to enjoy. Along with Wolffe.

He used the advantage of his hand on your throat to lean you back so he could attack the exposed skin on your neck and shoulder. His free hand working on rubbing at your clit.

His name was all you could say, along with a fair share of swears, but you could hardly think. It was everything that you both needed after a week of seperation.

"Wolffe, please," You were so close, and he knew it. Quickening his pace on your clit. Nipping at your ear.

"Well, since you want to cum so badly, why don't we see how many times I can make you cum right now." And that was enough for you to come undone for a second time that night. Though, Wolffe was far from done with you.

[galacticgraffiti]

hehehe

Cody, Wolffe and Fox at 79’s for the mini ficlets??? if possible?? if not? Foxxy boy at 79’s please!

-🦈

absolutely sobbing because i have not stopped thinking about this ABSOLUTELY INSANE ARTWORK BY @maygalodon WHICH IS MY FAVOURITE THING I HAVE EVER LAID EYES ON EVER so i am. quite in the mood for this trio tbh (the art is very much SFW! my brain just lives in the gutter 24/7)

if y'all wanna come for me for supposed 'clonec*st' which this decidedly is not please just unfollow and block me :)

The ficlet requests are now closed! I am working on the ones in my inbox and will post the as soon as they are finished. They will be collected in a small ficlet collection Masterlist.

Warnings: waitress!reader, bratty!reader, tease!reader, some explicit language, possessive!Wolffe, implied foursome (like i said, no clonec*st)

!!! NSFW/18+/Minors DNI !!!

You can feel their eyes on you as you weave through the crowd, and you don't even try to hide your smirk. Your three favourite commanders, all in one place, each with that hungry look on their face as they watch you. It's a busy night at 79's, and you are not the only waitress on duty by far, but still, you take your sweet time to get to their table. The other servers know damn well, if any of the commanders come in, they are yours. Tonight you just got lucky to have all three.

Taking your sweet time, you flirt a little more with the other troopers you serve than you usually would; you bend a little closer, tug your shirt a little lower and your skirt a little higher. Finally, when Wolffe looks about ready to snap, to just pick you up and throw you over his shoulder and absolutely fucking ruin you, you saunter over to their table.

"What'll it be tonight, boys?" you ask with a grin that feels like it nearly splits your face in half. Wolffe stares at you with murderous eyes, teeth grinding. Fox raises an eyebrow and tilts his head, his gaze roaming across your body until you feel more naked than you ever have been. It's Cody who speaks up. Of course it is.

"You," he says, his voice measured, but with a sharp edge to it that pierces through you and makes your cheeks burn and your pussy clench.

"What?" You heard him perfectly fine, you just want to hear him say it again. Cody does you the favour.

"We'll have you," he repeats calmly.

"I have to finish my shift-" you start, your core tingling with excitement even as you speak the words, but Wolffe interrupts you.

"Not looking like that you don't," he snarls. His hand shoots out to wrap around your wrist and tug harshly until you bend down to him. His teeth graze the shell of your ear when he speaks, and as always, it feels like his teeth are somehow sharper than those of his vode. "You little fucking tease. Ignoring us, serving everyone else first. I think you need a reminder who you belong to."

You shiver when Wolffe lets you go, his grin more than satisfied at your obvious reaction. A trooper shoves past you and you step forward to make space for him. Cody's hand comes up to your waist. To anyone else, it would look like he is trying to steady you, but you can feel his fingers digging into your skin. It's a quiet reminder of what's to come, and the thought of it runs through you like molten syrup: Their hands on you, their mouths- Fox is still staring at you like he wants to devour you whole, his eyes glued to your heaving tits, his hand tapping a nervous rhythm on the table. Cody lets go of you to elbow him in the side.

"Asleep at the wheel, vod'ika?"

"Hm?" Fox rips his eyes away from you for one second to stare at Cody, then he rolls his eyes at Wolffe's rumbling laughter. "No. Just thought I'd let you do the talking since we all know who's gonna make her come the hardest later."

Wolffe's laughter stops abruptly, and even Cody has the decency to look mildly surprised by Fox's confidence. You can't stop the giggle that escapes you. Fox shoots you a lopsided grin while the heads of his vode whip around to stare you into the ground. It makes you laugh even harder - they are so competitive. It's endearing, them thinking they have all the power when clearly, they are hopelessly devoted to your pleasure. You smile to yourself - time to add fuel to the fire. You turn around and cock your hip to the side, glancing over your shoulder one last time, fixating first Wolffe, then Cody with a mischievous sparkle in your eyes.

"Don't act so scandalised, boys. You both know he's right."

And before they can catch their breath, you strut away, making sure to put an extra sway in your hips. Oh yes, this will be an interesting night.

[queen--kenobi]

Wolffe and size kink for the nsfw ask

Kink Prompts

Ohoho anon you're speaking my language

Wolffe x fem!reader

Warnings: size kink

You're not expecting this.

When Wolffe takes himself in hand, he slides his length through your folds a couple times, covering it with your juices. Your eyes nearly roll into the back of your head when the tip of his cock rubs against your clit. You know better than to look away, though. He's taught you better.

"Do you think you can take all of me, mesh'la?" His voice is thick with desire. You nod, nearly whimpering. He smirks, and oh. That doesn't bode well for you at all. "Are you sure?"

He shifts a little up your body. You sit up on your elbows and crane your neck, trying to see what he's doing.

The noise that leaves you is almost embarassing.

Wolffe shifted so he can place his cock on your stomach. His hips are flush with yours, base right above your mound. You can see just how deep he'll go, how far inside of you he'll be.

"Fuck." Your voice is breathy, equal parts amazement and pure desire. Wolffe's lips twitch.

"Still think you can?" He nearly taunts.

"Please."

[kyberheart]

A Deceitful Creation Part #1 -  Wolffe x F!Reader

Part #2

Summary: You’ve been trying for a while now to get pregnant with your lover. Knowing that may never happen, you ask for some outside help from Wolffe on the down-low...

Word Count: 1483

Warnings: 18+, piv sex, infidelity, pregnancy/trying for a baby, cursing, angst

A/N: Heyyyyyyyy.... I’m still here! I had some stuff going on this past week so I missed my Friday fic upload, but hey! It’s Sunday, only missed it by a few days so whatever. I’m still working on part #3 of my little Techy-boy story. Hopefully will be finished by Friday the 3rd! Heh... part #3 on the 3rd... perfect. ANYWAY I hope you like this little blurb I wrote. I wanted maximum sad with lots of OOF. I kept the summary and header as vague as possible to not spoil the end. Good luck in there!

(Ao3 Link if ya want it)

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Wolffe was different with you. All teeth and tongue and nails dug into the plump flesh of your thighs. The look adorning his eyes in this moment is akin to a knife’s edge; he was holding back as not to tear you to shreds.

Your lover on the other hand, well… he was the whisper of a cool breeze in the night. A cascading avalanche of stolen breaths and languid strokes. Completely and utterly tender with you.

“C-close Wolffe, almost…I’m—!”

He nods, stooping to kiss you, but swiftly retracts his head with a tiny scowl. He knew the rules. No marks that can’t be covered up, no pet names, and under no circumstances can he kiss you. This was just a mutually beneficial transaction. Nothing more, nothing less.

“I got you… I got you…”

He’s reaching down, down, down to make contact with your clit. You keen, dropping your head back into the mattress. He fucks you through your orgasm, spilling inside of you as your legs wrap tightly around his waist. You tremble under him as you come down from your high. In a blur of muscle-memory Wolffe is reaching behind you for a pillow. He props your hips upward with it, grinding into you a few more times to make sure his seed is in there nice and deep.

“If this isn’t the one, I’m not sure if I can help. Maybe what they say is true, maybe we’re all infertile. I mean, I’ve heard rumors of defectors running off and getting people knocked up, but…” He shrugs, pulling out of you to head into the ‘fresher. You sigh, staring at the grey ceiling above you. That really wasn’t the case. Some were infertile, yes. You knew that all too well…

“I’m headed out. I have a supply run to facilitate. You alright?”

Wolffe grunts as he snaps his scratched armor around himself. He wasn’t much for conversations after the act. Rather, he preferred to be on his merry way as fast as possible. It wasn’t so much to avoid catching feelings as it was to steer clear of talking. He was undoubtedly the most stand-offish of the clones you knew. You were often surprised at how easy it was to lure him into the bedroom with how hostile his demeanor could be. Though on second thought he was just a normal guy. Sex is just as fun for him as it is for others.

“Yeah, I’m good. Thanks Wolffe. If this one doesn’t stick I’ll leave you alone.”

He pauses to search your face. You smile at him, wrapping your arms around your chest with a sleepy yawn. A garbled message blips from his forearm, which he answers with a quick acknowledgement before seating his helmet onto his head.

“Understood. I’ll see you around. Say hi to my vod for me when he gets back.”

And with that, he’s silently leaving your apartment into the void beyond. In the silence of the room your mind wanders once more. You think of your lover. Where was he right now? Somewhere far, far away? Somewhere he was safe? Was he warm, fed, and happy?

The cool dribble of Wolffe’s cum down your thigh snaps you from your rumination. You glance at the clock, finding it’s already been twenty minutes since he’d left. More than enough time, you think. With a quick curl of your spine you’re up on your feet and heading to the ‘fresher for a nice long shower. Hopefully when you were out you’d have a comm or a message from your lover.

----------------- He hunches low, lips hovering so close to your ear his hot breaths could have burned a hole through your head.

“That’s it baby, such a good girl. Just a—oh, squeezing me so tight tonight, huh? This’ll be the one, the kriffing ONE. Gonna fuck you full, fill you up to bursting. Make you s-swell with my baby. Can’t wait to see you like that… all mine…”

You cum so hard the world around you dissipates into nothing but him. He growls, pitching you forward with his angled thrusts. His hips crush you into the bed as he cums right along with you. His amber eyes sizzle with freshly tapped desire. Whispered adorations mingle between the two of you, lost to the spinning darkness of the night. When you’ve calmed your heaving breaths, you reach up to grab one of the pillows above you. He helps you position it under your hips before kissing you roughly. Between pecks, he speaks with a heart full of gentle sweetness.

“I’ll keep doing this—you’ll see. We’ll have a little one running around before you know it. Our little adi’ka… yeah…”

His eyes grow distant, lips stilling at the nape of your neck. You huff, smacking his shoulder with your hand.

“I know babe, don’t worry. With how much you’ve been between my legs I think we’ll be having LOTS of them running around.”

You wink at him, leaning up to kiss him again. He chuckles, reciprocating your heavy prodding tongue with his own within your mouth.

“I just… I know we’ve been trying for over a year… what if I...”

You shoot him a frown, tilting your head up to look him straight in the eyes. The fact of the matter was daunting and sat like tepid acid on your tongue. If he knew he wasn’t able to sire children, it would truly break him.

“NO! You are perfectly fine the way you are. I’d know, remember? I’m chief medical officer here dummy. You—WE have nothing to worry about. It’ll happen when the time is right. Trust me.”

He smiles at you, the sight of which could warm even the frostiest planet of Hoth into the dunes of Tatooine. All your love, all your patience and turmoil and sympathy and curiosity and… kriff, you’re everything was him. All him, always was and always will be. Him.

-------------------- The vividness of your dream wakes you with a start. It seemed to be recurring the last few days, a memory of the last time you and your lover were together. You shake your head of the images that haunted you. If only he was home, you wouldn’t worry so much about him.

It had already been a few weeks since Wolffe had occupied your bed. A queasy feeling was beginning to settle low in your stomach. Your lover hadn’t been back in a long while, and you were starting to think something wasn’t right.

You rise to pee, realizing in the dimly lit hush of dawn that this was becoming a frequent occurrence for you. When your shirt brushes a bit too roughly against one of your nipples you yelp. Were they always so sore in the morning? Wait…

Could this be it? A surge of adrenaline hits you like a Hammerhead Corvette as you rush into the ‘fresher. Not long after, you have a small white strip laying on your counter. Your knee bobs with anticipation, head in your hands as you sit on the hard tiled floor. This might just be it!

As the lines swell in the tiny viewport, you force yourself to breathe as deeply as possible. The memory pushes it’s way to the front of your mind once more to taunt you, to make you feel a twinge of guilt at what you’ve done. With a groan you run your fingers soothingly through your hair. You knew you could do this. Joy, passion, and relief would pave over the deceit from which this baby would be born. Your lover would never know the truth, but it was unimportant in the grand scheme of things. Forging a life, a family for the two of you was all that mattered right now.

The time is up. The minutes counted down with bated breaths. A scream tears its way from your throat as you see the result:

Pregnant

Before you can have a full-blown excitement meltdown, a beeping from the other room draws your attention. Your comm sits on your nightstand, signaling you of an incoming message. The words flash on the screen as you wipe tears from your eyes:

Dropping in to save a Jedi Master on Lola Sayu. Don’t worry, should be home before your pretty little head hits the pillow. See you soon my love. My heart is yours, forever.

Oh, you were squealing with delight now. It was finally happening! For REAL! This was a dream come true. A baby… you were going to have a baby! And your lover was going to be home by the end of the day. You wanted to comm him, send him a picture of the test, yell it to the kriffing UNIVERSE that you were fulfilling a long-awaited dream. Both of you were. You calmed yourself, resolving to tell him in person when he got home.

You couldn’t wait until Echo was back!

[wild-karrde]

Aria, I need you to understand how I'm rubbing my hands together like a little horny gremlin about this prompt. I LIVE FOR THISSSSS.

ALRIGHT JUST RUN ME OVER WITH THE ANGST TRAIN. THAT'S FINE. I HADN'T THOUGHT ABOUT PLO KOON'S DEATH TODAY AND GOTTEN SAD OVER IT. NO BIG DEAL.

Hope still lurked in those murky shadows, and despite your best efforts to brick it in and let it suffocate in the rot deep within you, it crept out sometimes. You felt its tendrils now, wrapping around your neck and squeezing.

Ok, so I love this imagery. I love how you take something that's meant to be positive, but sometimes can be harmful to those that hold too much, in the face of all adversity. BIG OOF.

AND OH MY GOD THE THOUGHT OF IT BEING WOLFFE. AND THE CODE WORD. AND THE FACT THAT IT'S BEEN THREE MONTHS AND JUST AHHHHHHH.

You were never good with words. If you had been, you might have told… well that didn’t matter anymore.

I AM IN SPAIN WITHOUT THE S.

“Should have guessed it would be you, Rex’ika.” The clone chuckled. “I always could get the drop on you.”

SCREAMING.

You seriously built this tension SO WELL. Even though we could guess it was Wolffe, I was still on the edge of my bleepin' seat like OOOOOOH COME ON. PUT ALL THE PIECES TOGETHER. AND THEN THEY DID.

The way Wolffe pressed you for stories of the rebellion reminded you of your first conversations when he would ask you a thousand and one questions about the temple and being a Jedi, all to avoid talking about himself.

GAAAH THESE LITTLE BITS OF CHARACTERIZATION FOR HIM ARE JUST SO GOOOOOD.

And his GUILT OOOOOOOF I WISH TO HUG HIM SO GENTLY (I know reader's about to handle that for me wink wink LOL but STILL IT HURTS).

“I love you.” Wolffe finally said. “I always have. Even when I thought you were gone and there was nothing I could ever do to see you again. That love stayed with me, the thought of you was like a spark. It spurred me to find Bail, to get my brothers out. I just knew I had to be the man that you always saw in me.”

INJECT IT STRAIGHT INTO MY VEINNNNNNS.

“We’ll tear them apart together now, cyare.” With a large thumb, he brushed the tears from your cheek.

LET'S GOOOO POWER COUPLE.

And then I AM SWOOOONING. The refamiliarizing themselves with one another. The gentleness and hesitancy that turns to urgency. The need. The pleading. The smut. IMMACULATE.

“I can’t believe this.” Wolffe finally spoke as if he could hear the inner workings of your mind. He murmured into the top of your head, his hand trailing down the bare skin of your waist. “I thought I lost you.” “Never.” You whispered as you clung to him. “You always have me.”

AND THEN YOU END ON THIS? IT IS SO SWEET. THE PERFECT ENDING TO THIS. TRULY. I LOVED IT.

Congrats on 150 followers, Aria! ✨💖💕✨ you deserve all of them and more!

My request is for a Fem!Reader or GN!Reader with Wolffe. The prompt is “I thought I lost you.”

Hiiii Vee! I'm so so sorry this took so long. I never forgot about it and I wrote most of it a long time ago but the ending just didn't feel right and I couldn't bring myself to rush it. I hope it was worth the wait. Thanks for all of your love and support, darling!

Pairing: Wolffe x F!Reader

Word Count: 4k

Warning: NSFT *MINORS DNI*, Explicit sexual content, established relationship, Fingering, PiV sex

It had been almost two years since Order 66. Two years since you lost everything. The order, your master, your troops, and him. First, Master Plo fell on Cato Neimoidia. You’d only survived by sheer luck. Your own ship had malfunctioned that morning, and you’d been directing the 442nd and the 104th on the ground. After the battle ended, you ventured into the forests alone for a moment of peace. Instead, the order came down. Plo’s last call was to tell you to run and not look back. The staticky warning, followed by a vengeful rain of blaster fire from men you loved as brothers and more while you fled, still haunted your dreams.  After the battle, the 104th was torn apart and scattered among the Empire’s troops. You looked for a while after, even though you feared what you might find, but there was nothing left. No pieces to find or recover, no trail to follow. They were all gone. Even him. You told yourself that you’d long since given up hope. The focus was on the fight now, but deep within the well of your heart, you knew that wasn’t true. Hope still lurked in those murky shadows, and despite your best efforts to brick it in and let it suffocate in the rot deep within you, it crept out sometimes.

You felt its tendrils now, wrapping around your neck and squeezing. You steadied your breath, taking slow inhales and exhales as you tried to focus on the basics of the mission at hand. You counted the exits for the ninth time. There were five - six if you included the window, but that was a several-story fall that you preferred not to chance. You silently let your gaze fall to your blaster, aimed at the ready. You tilted it slightly so you could see the energy cell, the barrel never moving from its aim on the large doorway one level below. The cell was still full, just as it had been the last time you checked and the time before that.

“You good?” The comforting voice crackled over the comm and echoed in your ear, a welcome intrusion to your own thoughts even if you didn't appreciate the implication.

You let your eyes wander up the skeleton of the old building. Several levels above, you could just barely make out the captain’s outline. Rex was watching you from the shadows of the upper level of the abandoned maintenance center. Your contact chose the location, the abandoned GAR shipyard. You and Rex chose the building. It was a good location for a risky meeting. The middle of the building was hollow and large enough to house a transport ship, leaving plenty of space for hiding and good viewpoints. It helped that both you and Rex knew it well too. In another lifetime, you had walked it many times together and separately. Even now, as you looked up to where he was waiting in the shadows, you could almost see the ghosts of his brothers crawling, working, and laughing all around the rusted-out structure.

“Yeah, just tired of waiting.” You snapped back, your voice barely a whisper. “You sure this information is good?”

“Eh,” There was a muffled crackling in your ear as Rex shifted. “You heard the call. But how good is any of our information these days?”

You sighed. Rex didn’t have to put up with your testy attitude but he always did.

“Sorry, Rex.” 

“Nah, you’re alright.” The mic rustled as he shifted again. “I’m on edge too. It’s just…”

“I know.”

You both fell silent. You and Rex had been on edge since you got the call. It was an extraction request. It had been a long time science you’d gotten one of those. There weren't many clones left to rescue these days. Between the effectiveness of early missions, the elimination of the clone trooper from the Empire’s army, and the assassin program, it had been three months since Rex had heard anything about a clone trooper looking to be rescued.

Then, Senator Organa called late last night. He said he had it on good authority that an insider contact needed to be pulled out and fast. He couldn’t give any more information, only that they would be in the GAR shipyard at 0300, and their code word would be Khorm.

As soon as Bail said the word, you could feel Rex’s eyes on you, gazing over the blue haze of the holo. He waited until Bail hung up.

“It could be anyone.” The words fell halted from his lips as if he was arguing with himself. “Thousands of us fought on Khorm.”

“I know that, Rex.” You replied coolly. “Do you?”

That was the last either of you spoke of it. 

Now, Rex stayed silent on the comms, and despite wracking your brain for something to say, some way to make up for your coarse tone early, you couldn’t think of anything worth saying. It was probably better if you didn’t say anything anyways. You were never good with words. If you had been, you might have told… well that didn’t matter anymore.

Something moved in the shadows. Not a movement, you realized as you scanned the upper levels. A disturbance. You felt something in the force. Familiar but so far away. You searched the dark crevices, looking for anything that might have alerted your senses. Then you realized Rex was too quiet.

You swiftly scaled the scaffolding, moving with a speed and stealth that, if you thought too hard about it, would have reminded you of who you are… who you were. On silent feet and with your cloak wrapped close around you, you skirted around hanging equipment. You couldn't see Rex anymore, but you knew his last location.

You crouched in the darkness, staying low to the ground and keeping your back against the wall as you crept towards the corner where Rex had been. You kept your blaster trained out in front of you as you reached out through the Force, chasing that fleeting feeling from before.

You could sense Rex. He was still there and he was troubled. There was something else, a clouded presence, the same one you felt moments ago. It was near and that made you cautious. The darkness parted as you closed in on them. Endless shadows formed into shapes. You could see Rex again, but he was no longer alone.

Rex was kneeling, his hands resting on the back of his cloaked head and his elbows up in the air. Behind him stood a looming figure. Someone was waiting for you. Harkchar, you silently cursed in Mando, a habit you picked up from the clones years ago. Dressed in black commando armor, a shrouded man stood with Rex’s blaster in one hand, pointing out into the darkness. He moved it every second or so as he scanned the shadows so he must not have spotted you yet. It was the second blaster that troubled you more. It was pointed directly at the back of Rex’s head.

You sized up the stranger. He was a clone trooper, or at least his armor belonged to one. Was this a set-up? You glanced at the carefully-mapped exits. No one else emerged. You couldn’t feel any other presence. It didn’t feel like a set-up. Not yet anyway. Before you could figure out your next move, the man moved first. His second weapon was suddenly trained on you.

“I see you.”

“Then you see my blaster.” You said, not moving from your crouch but tilting your head to ensure your hood shadowed your face. “Lower your weapon.”

“You’re no clone.” His modulated voice bit at you. So it was a clone beneath the armor, the accented mechanical voice was unmistakable. But something else rumbled deep in your chest. “This is an Empire trap. You lower your weapon, or your partner dies.”

Rex. Your heart stopped. You couldn’t see the Captain’s face under his hood, but you could guess at his expression. Stubborn and defiant. You couldn’t risk his life. You would do anything not to risk his life. You released the trigger on your blaster and held it up in the air.

“No trap.” You had to convince this man you were friendly, whether that was true or not. “Fulcrum.”

He tilted his helmet at the safe word. He waited for a moment, shifting just slightly as he decided whether or not he trusted you.

“Khorm.”

You tried not to flinch at the safe word as you holstered your weapon in a show of good faith. It almost sounded dangerously familiar as it left the shadowed man’s lips.

“Bail sent us.” You nodded to Rex, who was still held at gunpoint. “We’re here to get you out.”

Not quite satisfied, the fugitive clone trooper reached for Rex and slipped the cloak off of his head. His blonde hair shown in the light of the moons and his face was just as stubborn as you’d imagined it would be. Still, the fugitive extended an arm, and Rex accepted it.

“Should have guessed it would be you, Rex’ika.” The clone chuckled. “I always could get the drop on you.”

Your heart seized. There was no denying it now. And even if you had wanted to, the clone stripped his own helmet from his head. Two eyes, one a deep pooling brown, and the other pale and cybertronic met yours.

Your hand flashed to your blaster. It couldn’t be him. This was a trap. Your cloak fell away with the sudden motion. The world threatened to tilt, spinning around you. Only the cool durasteel felt solid and steady as you clasped the gun.

“Cyare.” Wolffe whispered, his voice instantly choked.

Your weapon slipped from grip, its clatter echoing against the empty walls.

…

Rex had long since gone to bed, sleep overtaking him as soon as you were safe on the ship. You and Wolffe sat in the hull of the ship with only a bottle of whiskey and a table between the two of you, but even as you talked into the late hours of the morning, the space felt impossible to breach. He danced around his own story all evening with an evasiveness that you hadn't felt from him since the early days of the war. The way Wolffe pressed you for stories of the rebellion reminded you of your first conversations when he would ask you a thousand and one questions about the temple and being a Jedi, all to avoid talking about himself. You didn’t mind. You just wanted to talk to him back then. Now, you could see through him.

“Wolffe,” You raised an eyebrow at him as you topped off both of your glasses. “You’re going to hear all about the rebels and then some. Where have you been? What happened? What changed?”

He sighed, looking away from you for the first time in hours. It was just for a second before he turned back to you, but you ached in that brief eclipse of a moment. His eyes locked back on yours, and he watched you as he raised the glass and tilted the warm liquor down his throat. He emptied the glass, his tongue darting out to run along his full lower lip. You waited, never flinching under his stare. Finally, he gave you a small smile and a shrug.

“It took a while, but my mind… it slowly cleared. It was too late to do anything. The Jedi were dead, the Wolfpack was gone. I almost couldn’t bear it.” His head hung as his voice became graveled. “Cody tried to get me out at first.” Cody’s alive?, You started at the revelation but Wolffe didn’t notice. “Wanted me to leave with him after we realized what was happening. But I thought, if you were gone, I had nothing else. Nothing besides getting out as many brothers as I could, and pulling the Empire apart from the inside out.”

“I worked with Bail for a long time, passing information to rebels, sabotaging missions.” He raised his head to look at you again. His eyes were narrowed and his words were hushed, as if he was afraid the Empire was still in the room with you. “You know how Bail is - plays his cards close to his chest, that one - but he let something slip one day. That there were Jedi still alive, still in the fight, and I tried not to hope, but I couldn’t help it. It started to eat away at me. Bail never let anything slip about Jedi again, but I knew I had to get out and find out for certain.”

“What made you think it was me?” A shiver went down your spine. He knew and he looked for you.

“I just knew…” His inscrutable face tilted and something twisted deep in your gut. “I knew if there was any chance you were alive, you would still be fighting.”

He looked for you, the truth hit you like a Venator. And you had given up on him a long time ago. Shame burned your cheeks even as the awe of what Wolffe had fought through brought tears to your eyes.

“If there was even a chance you were alive, I had to look. I didn't ask Bail. I knew he couldn’t tell me, so I just asked for an extraction. Said I was done. I never, not in my wildest moments of hope, dreamed you’d be the one to save me.” Wolffe cleared his throat. “I don’t deserve it. Not after… not after I tried to kill you. Not after Plo.”

His eyes fell and his hand trembled around the empty glass. It was the first time he’d said your master’s name. You reached for his hand. He jerked at your touch, pulling away from you, but you chased him, tugging his hand back into your grasp and finally crossing the chasm between you.

“That wasn’t you, Wolffe.” Your voice was quiet. You didn’t want to startle him, not while you finally were holding his hand in yours again. The warmth of his skin sent a shiver to your core as you ran your thumb over his rough palm. 

“It might as well have been.” The scorn in his voice was cutting. “If I’d been in the air or if he’d been on the ground, I would’ve taken that shot. I can’t hide from that.”

“It was Palpatine. All of it was.” You moved to clasp his broad hand in both of yours, “I know you, Wolffe.”

He returned your grasp as his achingly familiar fingers dug into your skin.

“I missed you, cyare.” Wolffe finally met your eyes again. His brow was soft in the dimly lit ship and the gentleness in his look was a sharp contrast to the hungry way his hands gripped yours. “I thought you were dead and that I would never be able to tell you…”

Your heart fluttered. He raised his free hand to your face, tracing along your hairline and down your jaw until his palm came to rest on your cheek. You tilted your head to rest into his palm, your breath light and rushed at his sudden closeness.

“I love you.” Wolffe finally said. “I always have. Even when I thought you were gone and there was nothing I could ever do to see you again. That love stayed with me, the thought of you was like a spark. It spurred me to find Bail, to get my brothers out. I just knew I had to be the man that you always saw in me.”

Tears slipped out from behind your eyes. It was far too late. You should have said all this and more years ago but all you feel was grateful that you could say it now. 

“I love you too, Wolffe.” You tried not to choke on the words.  “I always have. I should have looked harder. I should have torn the Empire apart for you.”

“We’ll tear them apart together now, cyare.” With a large thumb, he brushed the tears from your cheek.

You stood. Without another word or releasing the hand you still held, you pulled him towards your cabin. He followed like a shadow, just skirting your look but never more than a step behind you. 

When the blast door shut behind you, you spun to face him. For a moment, time stood still. You were closer now than you had been in a long time. He looked the same but the few years apart were still evident on both of your faces. Small lines and scars had etched themselves along his skin, and you could see his eyes tracing maps of the slight newness in you. But, despite the differences, the look in his umber orbs hadn’t changed at all. Cool and calm and, yet, still endless hungry. 

You stepped towards him, closing the distance between you. Wolfe lifted a hand to your waist and then stilled, as if he was afraid any other movement would startle you away. Your breath became slow as gravity tugged you towards his lips. You raised a palm to his stubbled cheek and pressed yourself to him. Your lips found his softly at first. Gentle, chaste kisses passed between you as you relearned the taste of him. His lips molded perfectly to yours still, as if he had kissed you every day for the last year. Then, as your mouth slid open and his tongue found yours, it all came rushing back; the way his heart beat against your chest, the heat of his heavy breath mixing with yours, stealing the very air from your lungs. Your teeth clashed as the kiss became anything but gentle. Both of his hands found your waist and fingertips dug into your flesh. You were used to Wolffe leaving marks. His grip had always been strong, and you liked the reminders when you were on separate missions, it was like he still held your body. Now, his hold was different. It was desperate. He clung to you as though he might lose you. And you held onto him the same way as your arms snaked around his neck.

Somehow in the tangle of limbs, you managed to guide him backwards to your bed. Gently pulling him down, his weight landed on you in a way that you had ached for on long and lonely nights. Wolffe broke your kiss for a moment. He stood at the edge of the bed, leveraging his position to find the hem of your shirt and strip it from your body. He turned his furious attention to your pants, tugging them off and tossing them aside. Wolffe bit his lip as his eyes skirted over your naked form. You reached up for him, tugging at his own shirt, silently begging him to join you. 

“I missed you,” Wolffe murmured, desperation edging into his voice as he pulled his shirt over his head.

His pants went next and your breath caught in your throat. His body was every inch as perfect as you remember. Broad shoulders, the left one tattooed, his strong stomach, and his hard member swollen and leaking for you. 

Wolffe was back on you before you could reply. Any words, any thoughts at all became a low, pathetic mewl that left your parted lips as he found your neck. He traced over your bare skin, pressing smoldering kisses to your flesh. His weathered and battle-worn hands weaved their way through your fingers and pinned your arms above your head as he found your chest. Wolffe nipped and licked at the soft flesh, raising your skin and bringing your nipples to sensitive points. His lips wrapped around one bud as he released your hands so he could tease the other with slow, gentle circles. 

“Wolffe.” You moaned as you writhed beneath him already. 

His hand dropped lower, tracing its way down your skin and leaving a trail of pearled flesh. Wolffe followed the crease of your hip until he brushed up against your lower lips. He softly teased your entrance for a moment before a singular thick finger sunk into your molten core. You bucked into his hand at the touch, another lewd moan escaping you.

Your vision clouded as Wolffe added a second finger and began to slowly fuck you with his hand. His eyes never left your face, his pupils dark and blown as he watched you come apart beneath him. His thumb found your sensitive mound and you cried out.

“I need you. Please.” You begged, desperate to feel all of him.

“Gods, I missed the way you taste.” Wolffe grinned as he slipped his hand from inside you and brought his fingers to his lips, licking them clean. Then he captured your lips again with a promise. “Later.”

You couldn’t help but smile into the kiss as Wolffe flashed a shadow of his playful side. There was so much you missed about him. So much time to make up for. Quickly though, your mind went blank with need again as Wolffe slotted the tip of his member at your soaking entrance. 

“Slowly,” you whispered to him as he began to press in. “It’s been a long time.”

Wolffe nodded, and you noticed a small breath of relief.  

“I won’t last.” He warned through gritted teeth.

“Me either.” You ran a hand along his brow, fingers dancing across bronzed skin, grazing top of the long silver scar and trailing down his cheek.

Wolffe pressed his lips against yours again. Your tongues intertwined as he inched forward slowly, entering you. He moved in sync with your body, letting you adjust to every advance before he pushed again. Finally, he sheathed himself fully within you with a throaty groan. You clenched, an involuntary reaction to how full he made you. His fingertips dug into your hips at the small movement and a whimper left Wolffe’s lips.

“Fuck, you’re so tight.” He muttered. 

“Okay, okay,” Any pain had passed and you were quickly becoming desperate again. “Please move. Please fuck me”

All of Wolffe’s restraint snapped at your plea. His thick cock dragged across your center as he thrusted into you. You canted your hips up to meet him, any pain now replaced by a heavenly stretch that made you pulse around him. His head fell to your neck and his lips latched onto the hollow along your collarbone. You reached for him, gripping a hand into his curls as you began to tremble beneath him. His thumb found your clit, drawing rough circles and sending wave after wave of pleasure through your core.

Finally and still all too quickly, the chord in your belly snapped and you came around him, shaking and crying out. Wolffe followed you, emptying himself inside you with one last thrust.

Hours later, when the sun was surely high in the sky, but you never raised the blinds and Rex had the good decency not to knock, you traced the tattooed star map of the Abregado system. It started on his chest, over his heart, and trailed down his left shoulder to his bicep. He’d had the tattoo as long as you’d known him, and you found that every line was still etched into your memory. His eyes fluttered as you traced the ink. For a moment, this could have been any night. Master Plo could still be alive. His brothers could be in their own bunks outside the door, waiting to tease you both as they helped you sneak back to your quarters. But it wasn’t. You’d lost all that. Somehow though, you’d found each other.

“I can’t believe this.” Wolffe finally spoke as if he could hear the inner workings of your mind. He murmured into the top of your head, his hand trailing down the bare skin of your waist. “I thought I lost you.”

“Never.” You whispered as you clung to him. “You always have me.”