#soft protective wolffe is my favourite thing

[midnightoncoruscant]

Thanks to the amazing encouragement of, and inspiration from @moonlightwarriorqueen I present my first fanfic in clone wars fandom. This is a Pride and Prejudice inspired Wolffe x Reader fluffy romp, with added appearances from my favourite Marshall Commander Fox, the Wolf Pack, Plo Koon and as many characters as I can shoehorn in appropriately lol.

P.S. If you haven’t read the amazingly gorgeous work of @moonlightwarriorqueen please can I suggest you do so forthwith. Their work is like a warm hug on a frosty day.

A truth acknowledged universally (part 1)

Wolffe x fem!Reader

Rating G

Trigger warnings: anti clone/adoptee discrimination in future chapters, discussions of money and food insecurity.

Wolffe scowled as the party reeled around him. The patch covering his eye itched something fierce, as the musket wound was still healing beneath it. .He had been dragged from his enforced solitude by the rambunctious pleas of his younger brothers, affectionately dubbed the “Wolf Pack” by those who had the misfortune to know them at their most exuberant.

To his left his father, Plo, dozed lightly despite the loud music played aggressively on the pianoforte which guided the dancers around the room. Wolffe moved gracefully to ensure that the blanket upon his father’s lap didn’t slip away under the weight of the abandoned book within his lap. His father had spent too long this afternoon expending his energy and had refused Wolffe’s gruff requests to rest. Despite being ostensibly retired, Doctor Koon spent many hours teaching the younger children in the village to read, saving their parents the schooling fees, so that they may more easily feed their families with the money saved. Wolffe could not be cross with his father, but he was concerned with the personal toll the unrelenting kindness took on his father as he entered his twilight years.

With a bone weary exhale, Wolffe watched as his younger brothers, Sinker and Boost, spun their latest objects of affection around the ballroom, both of them possessed with a giddiness and breathless joy he himself had not been party to in years. Wolffe didn’t begrudge them that joy, far from it, he wished he could bottle and preserve it for all his brothers so that they would never be without, but as the eldest sibling, the responsibility for his family's fortunes weighed heavily. The burden had become harder to shoulder since his injury at the hands of a French assassin had forced him home to recuperate. Wolffe could only afford a few more weeks before returning to the front line would be necessary for all of his family to remain solvent. Internally, Wolffe began to calculate the amount of time he had to remain before it would be deemed socially acceptable to leave.

With a crunch of strained wood, the ballroom doors swung open with an unbecoming lack of decorum. Wolffe’s gaze snapped to the entryway, assuming his other brothers, Comet and Wildfire, the irrepressible twins, had either escaped or joined the party without permission. Instead, he was surprised to see new faces. Arrivals were hard to keep under wraps in a village this small. Everyone knew each other's business faster than the carrier pigeons could arrive.

Wolffe studied the group who had interrupted the festivities. A bearded gentleman in naval uniform maybe a decade older than Wolffe led the way, his natural leadership and presence evident in his stride. He was flanked by a sandy haired young man with intense eyes, clad in a junior officers uniform, who was escorting a younger girl, whose dazzling blue eyes and scandalously matching coloured hair suggested trouble.

With a short whisper to the host, they were announced as First Sea Lord Benjamin Kenobi, and his young charges Officer Anakin and Ahsoka Kenobi. Behind them both, trying her best to blend into the wallpaper, was a young woman, unannounced and unnamed, she followed the trio indoors, eyes cast downwards.

Wolffe watched as the Lord and his family worked the room, intriguing all around them. There was an unseemly amount of fawning over the new arrivals which caused more than one exasperated eye roll from Wolffe as both Sinker and Boost, abandoning their dates for the evening, fell over themselves to pester Lord Benjamin for tales of maritime warfare and adventure.

Beside him, Doctor Koon stirred, awoken by the change in background ambience. He looked to Wolffe for support as he tried to rise to his feet, which his son provided dutifully and automatically without glancing downwards. Rubbing the unexpected sleep from his eyes, he felt his joints ache from the position in which he had taken his impromptu nap. No doubt he would be subject to a light scolding from his eldest son, who worried for everyone but himself. Plo looked to see what had taken Wolffe’s attention.

Wolffe seemed enraptured by a young lady who had entered behind the newcomers. Whilst they held court, this lady had sought out the serving staff and it looked as though she had asked, to their bafflement, to be put to work.

Plo supposed that this ask for employment was a diversionary tactic to avoid participation in the pantomime currently underway from her companions. Whilst Lord Ben and his young family enjoyed every moment of attention, this girl was determined to avoid it, and when her offer of assistance was politely declined, she took herself to the chairs at the furthest, and most empty corner of the room. She looked for all the world as though she wished to blend into the wallpaper. Dr Koon was surprised she hadn’t acknowledged Wolffe’s stern and probing gaze so far, but what was even more unexpected was the small jolt which travelled through his son as she did finally return his stare.

Icy blue gray eyes met the Wolffe’s remaining amber eye and a silent conversation took place.

Koon knowingly chuckled as he patted Wolffe’s arm, drawing his attention downwards, to support more of his weight. However, the brandy he had had after dinner sought to rush to his head and he swayed heavily, his heart fluttering too fast and too unevenly. As his vision narrowed, and the familiar blackness of unconsciousness encroached, all Koon could think was how much this would further worry Wolffe. He hoped the arms of oblivion would let him return. He had much to do.

[merlincmgirl]

Ice Play - Commander Fox x FReader - NSFW

Summary: It's one of the hottest days on record for Coruscant, you think you'd do a nice thing and bring your handsome trooper a drink to cool down. Commander Fox doesn't see it like that and decides to pay you back.

Characters: Fox, Thorn

Pairing: Fox x F!Reader

Word Count: 5, 862

Warnings: PinV sex, slight dom Fox, fingering, oral sex (female receiving), temperature play, ice play, teasing, inappropriate use of ice cubes

Authour's Note: This started out as being a quick, dirty little fic, but it quickly became fluffy as well. Because Fox deserves all the love and he deserves nice things. So yeah, soft kinky smut as well. Also please don't be putting ice cubes down there without protection of some kind!

It must have been one of the hottest days that Coruscant had ever seen. You honestly felt like you were getting cooked every time you walked out of your front door. Passing a couple of Corries, you didn’t know how they did it. With all that armour and the blacks underneath, you would have thought they’d be sweltering. But at least this time you were heading into a building with the coolant system on. If only for the Senators and not the guards that protected them.

You couldn’t wait to see your riddur, his work always kept him busy, but with the heat and people’s tempers being a lot shorter than normal, his desk was overflowing with data-pads and reports. Marshal Commander Fox was always stressed, a side effect of looking after Coruscant and it’s people. Not that he was appreciated enough for all of his hard work.

So you decided that you were going to show him just how much you appreciated him. You had grabbed a couple of iced drinks from the caf shop on your way over to surprise him at his office. Stone had informed you that Fox was currently stuck there, buried underneath a mountain of data-pads and requisition forms. Technically it was the Chancellor’s job to do all that, but as his skivvy Fox was normally the one to take over that.

Dressed in your favourite summer dress, you couldn’t help but smile at the way a few passing troopers turned their head to watch you. It was much too hot and you enjoyed having Fox’s eyes on you. This dress would definitely ensure that.

“Ah, vod’ika! Please tell me that’s for me” Thorn groaned, leaning back in his chair as he spotted you come into the office block of the Commanders.

“And why would it be for you, Thorn?” you retorted, sitting on the edge of his desk.

“Because I’m your favourite!” he protested, brow furrowing as he gave you a disbelieving look.

Scoffing playfully you shook your head, and raised an eyebrow at him. “It’s Wolffe, he lets me have some of the drinks from the stills his boys have rigged up” you teased, pleased with the look of horror on Thorn’s face at your choice. However it was short lived as you shoved the cup holder you had in your hands up and out of the way of his grabby hands.

“Ugh, no fair!” he complained, as he settled back down. “How is Fox not your favourite?”

“Why would he be my favourite?” you asked him, glancing at the door to said man’s office to see it firmly closed.

“Well for one you’re kriffing six ways to Benduday. For another you’re in a riddurok with him” Thorn drawled, and you would be able to hear the judgement from here to Tatooine.

“Oh but Fox is more than just my favourite. He’s my light in the darkness, the very air that I breathe. His touch sets me on fire. Without him I would cease to exist” you waxed poetically, pressing a hand to your heart and fluttering your eyelashes at him.

“I get it now. You’re just as much of a bastard as him” Thorn rolled his eyes, playful grimace in place.

You couldn’t help but laugh and glance once more at the door that was shut firmly. It gave no hint of if he was busy or not. “Is he in a meeting?” you asked, turning back to Thorn.

“Nah, go on in. He’ll probably be glad for the break” Thorn assured, waving you in before returning back to his own work.

Muttering a quiet thanks, you opened the door to Fox’s office. It wasn’t a surprised that he didn’t even look up, just carried on signing off on something. Smiling you waited for him to notice you.

“Just put the pile over there. I’ll get round to it when I finish these” he grunted, eyes never straying from the work in front of him.

“Looks like you’re in need of a break, love” you greeted gently. A beam split across your face as Fox’s head shot up so quickly you feared he’d get whiplash.

A matching smile fell over his face as he placed the datapad down and took you in. His eyes ran down the short length of your dress, taking in the sight of your beautiful legs before rising up your body to meet your gaze. “Hey mesh’la, what are you doing here?” he replied, pushing himself away from the desk and turning in his chair to face you.

Shrugging playfully, you came around his desk, perching on the edge in front of him. “Hmm, well apart from wanting to surprise my handsome trooper” you drawled, leaning forward to peck his lips before straightening up. “I brought you something” you sang, pulling out the caf holder you had gotten from the caf shop down a couple of levels.

“You shouldn’t have mesh’la” he smiled, but you could see how grateful he was and how much he needed it with the rest of his shift that was coming up. His whole body seemed to sink into the chair, muscles releasing their tension at the sight of you before him and the offer of caf. “But I won’t say no to you” he grinned, running a hand up your shin before landing on your knee, giving it a playful squeeze.

“As if you could!” you ribbed him gently, taking your own drink and sipping it, waiting for him to drink his own.

“No need to be smug” he grumbled, rolling his eyes at you. Both of you knew he spoilt you and how much he enjoyed taking care of you. Time together may have been limited because of the Chancellor and his endless demands on him, but Fox and you tried to carve out as much time together as you could. For Fox it was important he showed you just how much he cared, how much he valued your love and how he prioritised you over most things, even if his hands were sometimes tied due to his responsibilities and duties.

Taking a sip, you couldn’t help but giggle as Fox seemed to freeze, shock written all over his face. Oh, this worked so much better than you thought. Placing your drink down so you didn’t spill it, you tried to hide the smile behind your hand. His face was hilarious, a mix of shock and disbelief.

“It’s cold!” he growled, eyes hardening as he stared up at you. You should know better to mess with his caf.

“It’s meant to be cold, love, it’s iced caf” you smirked, sitting on the edge of his desk and crossing your arms to look down at him. “Seeing how Coruscant feels like a sauna today, I thought you might need it to cool down” you shrugged, reaching to take a sip out of your own cup again.

“You’re playing a dangerous game, mesh’la” he warned, hand that was on your knee sliding further up your leg. His calloused fingertips slid up your inner thigh, thumb rubbing and pressing into the meat of your thighs.

“Don’t you like it?” you asked, pulling your face into an innocent expression that fooled no one. You had been hoping to prank Fox for a while. It was good for him. He had been tense lately, it would do him well to relax for a moment and forget about all of the pressure that he was under. Plus he had swapped the sugar for salt in your morning caf last week, it was only fair to get him back.

Fox sighed, prying the lid off the takeaway cup and plucking out an ice cube. Caf was sliding down the edges of the cube, dripping back into the cup. Fox however, brought it to his mouth, letting his tongue come out to lick at the few drops of caf.

You couldn’t help but stare at the way his tongue curled around the ice cube, determined to capture every last bit of caf on it before he dropped it into the cup. It landed with a small plop, the sound seeming louder than it should be in the silent room.

“Not bad, cyare, but I think I want something warm in my mouth” he murmured, heavy gaze meeting yours.

Swallowing your tongue at his words, you blinked past the haze that was between you. He was looking at you like he wanted to devour you, wanted to taste you just as badly as the caf you had brought him.

“Come ‘ere” he ordered, gripping your thigh and tugging you closer to him. Before you could straddle his wide thighs, he grabbed your hips and spun you around so that you were facing the rest of his office. He tugged you back onto him, chuckling at the squeak you let out as you landed in his lap, legs spread wide over his thick thighs and pushing your dress up higher.

Blushing at his actions, you tried to pull the skirt down, aware that if anyone was to come in now, they’d see you spread over the Marshal Commander’s thighs, a flash of your panties peaking out from in between your legs.

“That’s better, mesh’la” he hummed in approval, running his large hands up your sides. He pressed a gentle kiss to your shoulder before he leaned back in his chair. Feeling you squirm in his lap, he rested a firm hand on your hip, stilling your movements as he pressed you together.

“Now I think you’ve been a bit of a brat, cyare. Coming up here dressed good enough to eat, only to mess around with my caf. Looks like you were trying to cause trouble” he murmured, voice dropping lower and more heated as you rested on him, your back pressed to his chest.

“Only wanted to surprise you… make you relax a little” you pouted, turning to him and pressing a kiss on the underside of his jaw.

“That so? Messed with my order, now I haven’t got any caf to keep me going through all this work. What am I going to do now?” he drawled, a hand sliding up your front. He trailed the hand between your breasts, hands rising until they gripped your jaw firmly. He pulled you in for a passionate kiss, tilting your head just slightly so he could slip his tongue against yours at the perfect angle.

He stole your breath from you, holding you in his firm grip but exploring and plundering your mouth like he was searching for your very soul. You moaned as his tongue flicked against yours, causing heat to rush over you at the move. You couldn’t wait for him to do that move further down your body.

“Going to have to punish you, mesh’la. Disrupting a Commander’s work like this, what would people say?” he tutted, fingers pinching your nipple through your dress and bra.

Gasping at his touch, you couldn’t help but flush even more at his words. If anyone knew what you were doing in his office, no doubt you would both be punished and not in a fun way.

“Fox! The door” you groaned, realising that anyone could still walk in. With a few presses on his vambrace, the door locked with a small beep. “Your vode will know what’s going on in here” you reminded him, hips grinding down a little over the hardness that was beginning to grow beneath your ass.

“Good, they’ll know not to disturb us” he shrugged, pressing kisses along your shoulders and neck. He grazed his teeth against a sensitive spot that he enjoyed marking. “Want everyone to know exactly what we’ve been doing when you walk out of here” he breathed, wrapping an arm around your waist to hold you to him, the other coming to squeeze at your covered chest.

“Show off” you groaned as he lightly bit into your neck. You felt and heard his small huff of laughter as he nuzzled his nose into you, taking a deep breath in to smell your delicious and calming scent.

“Damn right I am!”

He pushed you off his lap, guiding you to stand in front of him. His nimble and talented fingers quickly found the fastenings of your dress and tugged them open, whipping the dress off you to leave you standing in front of him in just your underwear.

“Fuck! You look so pretty baby” he sighed, pressing a kiss to your stomach and another to just above your hip. “Can’t wait to feel you around me” he grinned, looking up into your lust filled eyes.

You couldn’t wait for that either. Running your hands through his dark curls, admiring the gray streaks at his temple, you leaned forward to kiss him once more. Cupping his face and stroking his cheeks, you almost purred at the feel of stubble that you brushed against. It would seem that he had forgotten to shave recently, something that you appreciated as you could already feel the heat coming off the friction he caused on your neck and shoulders.

Fox didn’t waste any more time, he quickly slid his fingers underneath the hem of your pants and tugged them down your legs swiftly. You moaned into his mouth, helping him undo the bra at the back before he flung it somewhere in his office. You just hoped you’d be able to find it later.

Pulling away, you were spun around once more and brought down onto his lap. “Kriff, sweetheart, you don’t know what you do to me” he whispered, voice full of reverence and awe. He spread his legs a little wider, holding you open even more to the cool breeze of the room. Your nipples stiffened and you shivered slightly at the sensation of the conditioned air fluttering over your naked body.

Drawing you closer to him on his lap, he plucked an ice cube out of the cup, bringing it to his mouth to suck the caf from it. Letting out a soft hum at the taste, he took it out again and placed it on your neck. “Fuck! Fox! That’s cold!” you hissed, flinching further into him to get away from the cool sensation.

“It is mesh’la, that’s what I was thinking when you gave me iced caf instead of my usual order” he agreed, slowly trailing the ice cube down your neck, over your collarbones and across your chest. He didn’t press them to your breasts, just gliding it around the shape of them before going up towards your neck once more. His teasing was making you frustrated, desperate to feel the cool touch on your breasts properly.

“Fox!” you growled, scowling as he once against began the same cool drag over your chest.

He hummed, seemingly nonchalant to the squirming you were doing in his lap. The Marshal Commander just kept teasing you.

“Touch me!” you demanded, tilting your head up to place some kisses along his cheek and jaw. Whatever part of him you could reach really, just as long as he touched your aching nipples.

“Wonder if I’ll run out of ice before I make you cum, cyare” he murmured, hand tightening you to him.

Your eyes widened, glancing at the cup on his desk. It still had quite a few ice cubes left in. Was he really going to use them all just to tease you? You didn’t know if you would be able to handle the sweet, cool drag of the ice along your body. You already felt like you were melting into his arms as he continued to keep you still.

“Kriff Fox! You know what I want! Touch me now!” you demanded, grazing your teeth against his jaw.

Fox stilled at your words, and you knew you were really in for it. “Is that anyway to talk to the Marshal Commander of the Coruscant Guard, little brat?” he growled, leaning down to bite into your shoulder with his sharp teeth. They never broke your skin but you knew that there would be a spectacular bruise come morning.

You cried out, hips grinding down onto his codpiece at the rush of blood that travelled to your head. You felt almost dizzy having him mark you like this. “Fox please! I can’t stand your teasing. Need you” you whined, trying to guide his hands up to your breasts.

He just tutted, shaking his head at your attempts to encourage him to touch you. Sighing heavily, he placed the melting ice cube on your stomach.

Unable to help it, you gasped at the dramatic change of temperature on your heated skin, goosebumps already erupting over your body. The small pants that you let out had the ice cube sliding further down your body; until it ran off the side of your hip. Thankfully it had missed your core. But you were sure that Fox was determined to make you feel the ice there as well.

“I really needed that hot cup of caf, mesh’la” he murmured, tracing his fingers under the curve of your breast. “Guess we don’t always get what we need” he shrugged, his hot breath fanning your neck before he sucked a dark mark on the nape of your neck.

You shivered in his arms, the feel of how warm he was pressed against you compared to the water cooling on your skin had you breathless. From his words, you hoped he wouldn’t punish you by keeping you on edge until he got home. You didn’t think you’d be able to head back to your place without making an embarrassment of yourself. Maybe he’d go easy on you if you gave him what he wanted.

“Please sir… what do you need? I want to make you feel good” you whispered, turning to catch his mouth in a kiss. He groaned into your mouth, opening you up for his tongue to enter yours. He enticed it out, making sure to taste you and the bitterness of the caf from your drink.

When he pulled away, a trail of slick connecting your mouths together, he licked his lips, breaking the connection before smirking. Suddenly a hand was resting around your throat, tilting your face up so he could look into your lust filled eyes. “Playing a trick on your Commander like that, not like my sweet girl at all. Really want to hear how sorry you are, sweetheart. So start talking” he ordered, grip tightening just briefly before he pulled away.

Whining softly at his words and the grip he had on you, your hands reached for his, pulling them towards your mouth to lay sweet kisses across calloused skin. “I’m sorry sir, just wanted to make you relax. Wanted to tease you just a little” you groaned, feeling the way his hands ran over your sides before they sunk to your hips, squeezing and pulling you down onto his codpiece. Rocking your hips against the cool plastoid, you bit your lip, becoming lost to the sensation.

Until a light smack landed on your thigh and you jumped, legs spreading just a little more. “Don’t sound so sorry. Try again” he growled, hand coming back to soothe the sting of his hit.

“I’m sorry, please please sir. I was gonna get you more caf afterwards. I won’t do it again, please just touch me. I need you to pinch my nipples, make them ache in the way only you can. Nobody has ever made me feel like you do” you pleaded, hoping he’d take mercy and actually touch you where you wanted him to.

Fox moaned loudly, resting his head against the back of yours. “Fuck mesh’la, okay, okay” he breathed, “I’ve got you.”

Placing a soft kiss to the nape of your neck, he reached for another ice cube, again sucking as much caf off it as he could. He dragged it along your stomach, making you clench your muscles against the icy touch. When he brought it up to your sternum, teasing you slightly for a moment before he edged it closer and closer to your aching buds. They were hardened just at the though of what it would feel like, at the promise that Fox would give you what you needed.

When they ran over them, a soft keen escaped you, your back arching against his chest at the frigid temperature.

“Fox!”

“That’s it baby, you sound so good for me. You’re being so good. Is this what you wanted?” he soothed, nuzzling his cheek against your shoulder so he could look down to see just how you reacted to his touch. “I can see how hard they’re getting just from this” he cooed, bringing the ice cube to your other hard nub and blowing on the other one he had just been teasing.

The feeling of his breath on your sensitive nipples had you gasping, hands reaching out to curl tightly in his hair and holding him closer to you. He hummed in appreciation at the sharp tugs but didn’t make any move to stop what he was doing.

You cried out as his fingers pinched and tweaked one of your nipples, before running the ice cube over them to soothe the sting. The feel of his hands on you were a sharp contrast to the smooth slide of the frozen water against your skin. Rocking your hips, you couldn’t help but moan at the way that his codpiece was sliding between your folds, pressing against your clit. It all added to the heat that was curling in your stomach from Fox’s icy torture.

However, it seemed Fox had had enough of your writhing in his lap, and was quick to cut your movements to a stop. Flipping you onto the desk on your front, he kicked your legs open even wider so that you were spread out before him like a feast. He couldn’t wait to taste you, to feel the way your pretty cunt opened up for his tongue and fingers. Looking at the cup of caf in front of him, he couldn’t help but smirk and reach for it.

Fox’s one hand on your lower back kept you pinned so you wouldn’t move. Not that you wanted to. Flustered, you realised just how exposed you were for him and you reached behind you to grip your ass cheeks and spread them for him.

A muffled curse was let out before you heard the sound of his armour hit the floor as he took off his codpiece. Giggling a little at his disregard for his armour at a time like this, you wiggled your hips to entice him to touch you quicker.

You soon got your wish as your clit was suddenly engulfed by freezing cold lips, the soft suction had your hands falling from your cheeks and gripping the edge of his desk. His tongue flickered against your swollen bud, and you could feel the hard touch of a melting ice cube pressed briefly against it. It had you yelping, squirming around against his hold of you as your heated skin was rapidly cooled by his mouth and the ice cube.

“Ohhh kriff Fox! Fox please!” you wailed as he worked his way down to your entrance, swirling his tongue around it briefly before pushing the nearly evaporated ice cube into your core. The shout you let out would be an indicator to any vod that was passing just what exactly their Commander was up to in his office.

“That’s it, cyare. You sound amazing, want to hear you say my name again” he groaned, thumb coming to rub circles on your clit before he dived back into your cunt once more. He was addicted, and he was pretty sure that if he could only chose one thing to keep him going in his life, your sweet juices would be more than enough to sustain him until his dying days.

“More?”

You couldn’t help but nod, reaching back to grip his curls and pull him closer to you, not wanting to be without the feel of his mouth on you for more than a few seconds. The hand that was touching your clit pulled away and you protested the action slightly before you were distracted by the way that he returned to push his tongue into you once again.

“Fox please! Right there, please don’t stop” you begged, bucking your hips into his mouth as slammed your other hand on the desk as the pleasure began to build and build.

“Never, cyare!” he grunted, before he pushed two ice cold fingers into your entrance. He curled them, pressing against your spongy walls, looking for that spot that had your toes curling and pushing back onto his hand. He couldn’t help but feel his cock twitch at the contrast of your hot and tight walls clenching around his cold, freezing fingers.

“Fuck, oh shit Fox!” you cried out, as soon as Fox had found the bundle of nerves inside of you. He massaged them, letting you feel how cold his fingers were as they pushed you closer and closer to the edge.

“Good girl, that’s my good girl” he praised, nipping at the round globe in front of him. “You’re taking them so well. You feel so hot around my fingers cyare” he cooed, running a soothing hand down your legs before adding a third finger into your tight heat.

This one was also cold and wet, and you wondered briefly how he was doing this before all thought left your brain once more as he pushed them inside of you, hitting that spot that made you squeeze your eyes shut tight. The stretch of his fingers inside of you were pushing you to your limit and you let out a sob at the feel of his cool mouth pressing against your clit once more. He sucked the little bud in his mouth, unable to stop from flicking teasingly at the bunch of nerves with his tongue once more.

That was all it took to push you over the edge, mouth opening around a cry of his name that echoed around his office. Your eyes squeezed shut and you tugged on Fox’s curls so hard that he grunted out against you, the vibration causing another wave of pleasure to wash over you.

When you had came down from your high and was at risk of heading into overstimulated territory, Fox pulled away, making sure to keep a tight grip on your hips as you released his hair from your grip. “So wonderful, cyare. So brilliant for me” he breathed, pressing gentle kisses along your spine as he leant his weight over you. Just the feel of him pressed against you had you feeling more grounded after that orgasm he had wrung from you. Humming quietly at the way his words washed over you and the feeling of his warmth against you were making sure you felt that you couldn’t move. But you wanted to look after your trooper too, and you could definitely feel the way his clothed length brushed against your ass when he moved.

“Fox?” you said gently, not wanting to disturb the stillness of the room. He hummed, running a hand up and down your side, waiting for you to talk. “Want you to fuck me. Please? Want to feel you inside me” you sighed, pushing your hips back into his.

“You’re not too sore?” he asked, checking in with you.

“No, want to make you feel good too. Please, cyare” you told him, and you heard his soft chuckle at the way you used Mando’a to sweet talk him.

“Alright, you just lay there, mesh’la. So pretty just the way you are” he assured, pushing himself up. The sound of his blacks opening was heard from behind you, and he pulled his thick length out. He was about average length but he always prepared you for his wide cock.

Sighing, you felt him run the head of his cock between your soaked folds, collecting all the slick and juices from the both of you and spreading it down the length of his cock. You couldn't help but pant at the touch of his cock against your swollen clit.

A hand rested on your hip, squeezing slightly to get your attention back onto his voice. “Ready, mesh’la?” he asked, waiting for your go ahead. When you nodded, he slowly pushed his length inside of your hot channel. He groaned, head dropping to his chest as he watched as you took every inch of him. “Such a good girl for me” he murmured, rubbing soothing circles into your hip as he felt you clench around him and saw the way your hands tightened into fists next to your face. Finally his hips were flushed to yours and he stopped, letting you become used to his size before he moved.

When you had gotten used to him, you rocked your hips against him, and you caught the gasp that move pulled out of him. Smiling to yourself, you enjoyed listening to the noises that you could bring out of him. It was a special feeling to know that the tough, composed Commander could be shattered by you.

Fox took over the pace, slow, deep, and, steady thrusts in before pulling out quickly and waiting a moment before sinking back into you. It was a teasing and torturous pace for you both, especially as you could feel just how hard he was inside of you. It made you want to whine, wanting him to move faster. But he was determined to get another orgasm out of you, so he continued his pace until he could feel your clenching around him become even more frequent.

“Fox!” you moaned, gritting your teeth as heat built once more in your belly. You could feel the pleasure begin building once more at the way he hit that spot inside of you, again and again.

His hand came to envelope yours, fingers threading together. He let out a small sigh at the feeling of your fingers tightening around his own. He liked how good you felt underneath him and the way your small hand fit into his own at the intimate gesture. “I know, sweet girl, just a little longer. I don’t want this to end” he breathed, rolling his hips into yours once more.

Finally, after feeling your walls flutter around him, Fox couldn’t help but increase his rhythm. His hips thrust into your core faster, building and building until he was pounded into you. The sound of your cries that you let out with every push of his cock into you had him falling closer and closer to his own relief.

Pressing himself against your back, his other hand reached in between you, finding your bundle of nerves and rubbing them swiftly in the way that you liked. The hitch in your breath assured him that he was hitting the right spot as your hand clenched and unclenched around his own. He sacrificed the long, powerful thrust for shorter ones but ensured that he kept filling you with his thick cock over and over. He could feel his balls start tightening and come up, but he was determined to get you over the edge first.

“Cum for me, cyare. Then I’ll fill this sweet little pussy up” he ordered, letting his Commander tone slip in like he knew you liked.

As he expected, you gasped out his name, your walls shuddering around his aching cock as you felt wave after wave of pleasure course through your shuddering body. It set off his own release and he groaned as thick spurts of his seed painted your walls white.

After you caught your breath, Fox pulled you back to sit on his lap in his chair. You groaned at the feel of his softening cock inside of you. The feel of his cum was already sliding out of you, and you grimaced, knowing that you would have to clean his chair before you left.

“Thank you for the drink, cyare. I love it” he murmured into your hair, taking in a deep breathe to take in your soothing scent.

“Sure? I really can get you a warm one” you told him, looking back into his warm, beautiful brown eyes. The eyes that you couldn’t help but fall more and more in love with every time you looked into them. You were so into this man, it would have been embarrassing if he didn’t love you just as much.

“Nah, I’m okay sweetheart” he chuckled, pressing a kiss to your temple. “How are you feeling?” he asked, looking you over. There was a few dark marks already blossoming on your neck, shoulders and chest and he couldn’t help but feel proud of them. They would certainly be hard to hide to anyone on your way out.

“Yeah, just cold now” you smiled, shivering slightly at the cool air that was blowing into his office as well as the feeling of the water cooling on your skin.

“Let’s get you dressed then, cyare” he nodded, pushing you up off him and already beginning to grab at your clothes from where he had scattered them. “Wouldn’t want you getting ill” he grinned, running his eyes over the way you looked against his desk, naked and covered in the evidence of the shared passion. He tucked himself back into his blacks and began searching for your underwear.

Fox helped you step into your panties, chuckling a little when you felt his cum slide out of you. “Hmm, that’s hot. Knowing you’ll be walking around with my cum dripping out of you” he smirked, ducking your hit to his chest at his words.

“Shut up! You’re the worst” you groaned, shaking your head at him, but you couldn’t help the small smile that was also on his face. It was indeed a very, very arousing thought.

Just as he fastened your dress up, there was a knock on the door. You panicked as Fox attached his codpiece back on before hopping back onto his lap.

Luckily it was only Thorn who poked his head in when Fox called him in. He had a smirk on his face as he took in the position that you two were in.

“Hey lovebirds, hope I’m not interrupting anything” he stated, a shit eating grin on his face. He knew very well that he was.

“What is it?” Fox demanded, sounding just as grumpy and done with his brother as he usually did.

“Commander Wolffe and his Jedi came round” Thorn smirked, leaning against the door frame. The colour instantly drained from your face at the thought that a Jedi had caught you and Fox going at it in his office. “They heard how busy you were and said they’d come back later” Thorn shrugged.

Fox groaned behind you, rubbing at his temples and just knowing that he wouldn’t be finishing this shift without an amazing headache. “Wolffe is going to be insufferable” he grumbled, shaking his head.

[the-lady-of-stars]

Wishing you were somehow here again -  Pt. 2

Commander Wolffe x Jedi ! Reader

Summary: The time has come... execute order 66

Warnings: Character death!! Injury/fighting/violence. Angst... and lots of it. I would say I’m sorry but I’m really just out here living my best life writing some lovely heartbreak 💞💖💘 

A/N: I listened to across the stars the entire time I wrote this for that extra angsty vibe  😇 hope u enjoy bb. If you haven’t read part 1 I recommend giving it a read before this! : ) Also dw I am not leaving it at this, there will be a Part 3. I’m not that mean ☺️ 

Tags: @wille-zarr @chaotic-noceur

Cato Neimoidia. What a beautiful city to fly over. 

You, Master Plo and the rest of the 104th Batallion had been assigned to the planet in hopes of besieging a Trade Federation stronghold. 

You peered out the windows of your starfighter at the rocky arches of the surrounding environment, enjoying the brief moment of peace and beauty this war had offered you. In front of you flew your master, Plo Koon, behind you Commander Wolffe, your beloved, then the rest of the pack trailed behind. 

You ran a finger over the makeshift grass ring that adorned your left hand, your heart skipping a beat at the mere thought of the previous week’s events. Your husband, in spirit at least. You planned to have a real wedding in the future, perhaps on Naboo if you could manage to pull a few strings with Skywalker. His marriage to the Senator had been no secret to you, so surely Anakin would not mind helping you with yours. 

You could picture it now, a marble balcony overlooking the waterfalls of Naboo, the burning orange sun gleaming from them as you kissed each other like no one was watching. Your master would be there to officiate it- he knew about you and his Commander, of course. You never had been able to hide anything from him. Master Plo had always been somewhat of a father figure to you ever since he took you as his Padawan when you were little, so of course he quickly noticed the bond forming between you and Wolffe. Much as Qui-Gon had turned a blind eye to Obi-Wan and Satine, your master had said nothing about the subject except that he wanted you to be happy, and if Wolffe provided you with such happiness then he was more than willing to protect your little secret, although you briefly remember Wolffe mentioning something about receiving an ‘if-you-ever-break-her-heart-you’re-dead’ speech from him, but you decided not to inquire further. The rest of the pack would be there of course. They were family, and without them to watch it would be no wedding at all. 

Being in a starfighter, you had no means of communicating with Wolffe except over the comm channel which also included the rest of the battalion, and you weren't in the mood to put up with Boost’s usual quips. You could, however, radiate love in his direction through the force, so that’s what you did. 

Wolffe’s chest pounded as he felt your force signature surround him like a ghostly embrace. It brought a heat to his cheeks, hands gripping the controls tighter. Any nerves from the mission dissipated and he was left feeling warm and whole. He thought to himself then that he did not ever want to feel any other way. Blissful. He was no Jedi, didn’t have a lick of force-sensitivity, but he could damn well try to return the sentiment. He found himself furrowing his brows and squinting slightly, while with all his might he mustered up his favourite memories of you, trying his best to radiate the way you made him feel. He hoped you could feel it. 

You could. A soft, breathy chuckle burst from your lips at his efforts, at how truly sweet your tough Commander was on the inside. There were few things you could be sure of in life, but the dream of really marrying him was one of them. One day, hopefully soon, you would see him stood o- what was wrong? The adoration Wolffe was radiating suddenly cut off as though someone had flicked a switch, nothing but neutrality emanating from him now. Opening yourself up to more force signatures you felt the same emotion from the rest of the boys behind you. Something was wrong, and your master clearly sensed it too as the only real emotion you could sense was his confusion. 

“Men, is something the matter?” Plo spoke over the comm channel. 

There was a momentary pause, then Wolffe was the next to speak.

“General Plo Koon, General Y/N Y/L/N, you are both subject to execution under Order 66 due to crimes against the Republic.”

Before either you or your master could say a word your ships burst into flames, your own men firing right at you. The engine was destroyed- there was nothing you could do but wail Wolffe’s name in one last desperate plea as your ship began to plummet down towards the rocky terrain of Cato Neimoidia. Smoke. Heat. Burning. Sharp. Pain. Then nothing. The world went black as your starfighter made contact with the ground. The last thing you saw before your eyes closed was the sight of your master laying dead on the ground nearby.

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Your ears rang, a sharp tone muffling the sound of shouting voices. Clones. A pang of fear shot straight to your heart as you remembered how they had attempted to kill you, and how they had succeeded with your dear master. You flinched up instinctively, wanting to run but collapsing the second you so much as moved due to the piercing pain that struck your entire body. You whimpered, tears pricking at your eyes, hearing the clones get closer. 

It seemed that the crash had thrown you from your starfighter and into an alcove in the rocks, which gave you the slightest bit of shelter. As the ringing in your ears subsided a little you heard a pair of footsteps drawing closer to your position. You dug your fingers into the ground, desperately trying to get to your feet so you could defend yourself but with no luck. There was a small cave entrance a few metres away which could offer you a hiding place, but you weren’t fast enough. A boot planted onto your back, pinning you down and earning a yelp.

You craned your head back, trying to see who had a hold of you through the tears which had welled up. 

Wolffe. But he looked nothing like the Wolffe you knew. Your Wolffe never so much as glanced at you without tenderness, but now? A snarl had replaced his smile, eyes glaring down at you like a predator.

“Wolffe-” you choked out, which resulted in him pressing his foot down further.

“Jedi,” he practically growled. “You are to be executed for your crimes against the Republic.”

Before he could make another move, you mustered all the strength you could find and pushed him away from you and into the cave entrance nearby with the force, enough to keep him subdued for a minute or so. Still riding the spike of energy, you pulled yourself to your feet, making your way over to the miniature medical droid which was kept in each starfighter, which had clearly fallen from the crash with you. You brought it to you with the force, pressing the on button once it was in your hands. The droid buzzed to life, whirring around you in circles, clearly in distress at your state. 

“Not me,” your voice was coarse. “Give the Commander a full head scan. I’m looking for something. A chip, possibly?” You nodded your head in the direction of Wolffe slumped over in the cave entrance, the droid zooming over to him immediately. 

When you finally made it over to the cave the droid repeatedly made a beeping sound over one particular part of Wolffe’s head. 

“What’d you find?” 

The droid pulled up a hologram, a red circle highlighting a small piece of organic matter. 

“This appears to be some kind of tumour, which is not normally found in human brains,” it announced.

Your eyes widened, all the breath leaving your body. Fives had been right all along. There really was a chip hidden in the clones. 

“Remove it.” 

“But- General- I don’t think this is the place to-”

“Now!” you spoke sternly, trying to keep your voice down so the other clones wouldn’t find you. They’d notice sooner or later that their Commander was missing, but you had until them to remove that chip. 

“Very well, General. You may want to look away for this.”

A anaesthesia shot was pricked into Wolffe’s neck before the droid protruded an arm with a red laser attached to the end, beginning to cut a hole into his head. You winced, closing your eyes and holding on to Wolffe’s hand, intertwining your fingers with his.

 “You’ll be okay, my love,” you spoke under your breath to him, rubbing soothing circles on Wolffe’s palm. “I’ve got you.”

The whirring stopped. You opened your eyes again to see what was going on when the droid announced, “The procedure has been completed and the chip has been successfully removed. The Commander will awaken momentarily.”

“Thank you, you can shut down now,” you told the droid, shuffling closer to Wolffe so he knew you were there when he woke up. 

About thirty seconds later, Wolffe began to stir. With a groan he reached a hand up to his head, thumbing over the gauze the incision had been covered by. 

“Ahh, where am I?” 

“Wolffe? Wolffe, my love, look at me. Look at me, please.”

With a grimace he turned his head to look at you, blinking a few times before his eyes widened like saucers. 

“Cyare! What happened to you? Are you okay? Who did this to you?” he panicked, getting to his knees so he could rake his eyes over you better. 

“Oh, Wolffe...” he was back. Your Wolffe was back. You couldn’t hold back the tears any longer, throwing yourself into his arms and sobbing wildly. 

“Oh shhh, shhh easy Cyare. I’ve got you now, you’re safe my sweet girl,” he cooed, rubbing his hands soothingly over your upper arms. “What happened?”

Wolffe paused, looking over at your burning starfighter, at his brothers slightly behind it stood around the body of General Plo. General Plo. Order 66. Oh. He launched himself away from you, breathing frantically. 

“It was me. I’m what happened. I- I did this. Order 66. I killed General Plo and I nearly killed you- oh stars...” Wolffe looked down at his shaking hands, thinking about what he had done with them. 

“Wolffe, look at me. Hey. Look,” you got closer to him, taking his hands in yours to ground him. Still trembling he brought his eyes to yours, tears streaming down his cheeks. “That was not you, my love. That was Sidious. He was controlling you and all the other clones through the chips in your brain. They were planted there for that very reason. I do not blame you, nobody blames you. This was not your fault at all.” 

Wolffe broke down into a flurry of “I’m sorry” and “forgive me” but you just pulled him into your chest, holding him tight, pressing kisses to his temple and his cheeks to reassure him. 

“Wolffe, my love, we don’t have much time. Your brothers are still looking for me to check if I’m dead and I’m sure they’ve noticed you’re missing by now. They’ll find us. I removed your chip but they’re still under control of Sidious. We have to leave.”

“No,” Wolffe choked sternly.

“No? What do you mean no?”

“You don’t have a ship any more, and if you ran now they’d see you and kill you on sight. I need to go back, to tell them I found your body and disposed of it. Then you run when we leave. Run and never come back, you hear me?”

Wolffe spoke through tears, clasping your shoulders tightly to make sure you heard every word. 

“No, no, Wolffe you can’t do that. I’m not going anywhere without you. I’m not leaving you to Sidious. I love you.”

“Y/N, please. My sweet girl. Oh, look at you. I wanted to marry you so bad. More than anything. But now I realise what I want more than anything is to keep you alive, even if that means I can’t be yours any more. I love you, Y/N. I love you so much,” he moved his hands up to cup your cheeks, wiping your tears away with his thumbs. “Don’t you go coming back to find me now, you hear me? Run and never come back. Make a life for yourself. You do that for me, hmm? Promise me,” he wept, wet eyes looking straight into yours.

“Okay. Okay I promise,” you felt your heart tearing in two. 

“That’s a good girl. My good girl,” he spoke softly.

“Wolffe-” you whimpered. 

“I know, I know, love. Everything will be alright.”

Wolffe sighed, heart visibly breaking. His glassy eyes observed your face as though it would be the last time he would ever see it. And it would. 

Unable to find any other words to say, Wolffe leaned down and kissed you one last time, tears mingling on your cheeks. His lips pressed hard against yours, clinging on to the moment as long as you both could. When he finally pulled away you chased after him, not ready to let go. 

“I have to go, cyare. Back to my brothers. I’ll be alright, don’t you worry about me, hmm? You stay safe now, I mean it. I love you Y/N.”

“I love you too.”

Wolffe stood, absorbing the sight of you. How this was the last time he’d ever see his girl. With one final sigh he tore his eyes from you and tipped his helmet back on, exiting the cave and leaving everything he ever loved behind. 

The war left its scars on everyone, but Wolffe knew these ones would never heal.

[kyasarinkishinuma]

Clone Troopers Headcanons: Relationships

Hello there ;) I'm considerably new to Tumblr and a crazy fan for Star Wars, especially The Clone Wars, and am proud to finally add to the fandom!! I happen to be just loving the clones lately and thought I'd do some random relationship headcanons for them (beware, includes NSFW). Those for Rex, Cody, Echo, Kix and Wolffe are strongly based off stuff I've read on @jynandtonics ' account, so please please PLEASE take a look at her own headcanons, they are lovely!!!

Rex

He'd be more the type to head out to actually do something on dates. Like, he can go to restaurants and such, but would rather bond with you over a fire, cuddling up for warmth, after a long day exploring woods.

Worded basically, this man is born to run. Forget sitting around and doing nothing. But if you mean to relax together at one point, he will slow his pace to grant that kind of luxury to you both. Just, at the end of the day, it's important for him to have accomplished something.

He's a great lover in bed. He usually adapts his pace to the mood, fast and crisp and satisfying when desperate for each other and just tearing at each others' clothes, slow and elaborate and passionate after a big scare during a rough mission to remind you he's still there. He doesn't mind switching things up, for example, having you on top, he loves watching your vigorous movements as you try to satisfy you both and how your breasts bounce to your rhythm with your head tilted back, he'll do his best to assist you and will hold your hips and butt to support you. Your comfort matters a lot to him. He's always open to trying new things since he trusts you and knows you'd really be happy to see the result. I say he wouldn't be very noisy, but a grunt, usually muffled against your breast or neck, is usually inevitable when he reaches his high. He'll never leave a task unfinished and will strive until he pushes his beloved over the edge.

Cody

Has been influenced by Obi-Wan and is very sweet and supportive. He will never say any negative things about his lover.

He's focused merely on pleasing his lover, and therefore is not afraid to give oral. In fact, that's one of his favourite ways to wake you up. He'll surprise you in the cutest ways, joining you in the shower, wrapping his arms around you from behind, giving a small, teasing grope to your butt while watching a movie, as his way to signal that he's in the mood. You guys find yourselves beneath the sheets surprisingly often and for long rounds for a man who looks, well, almost innocent. But let me tell you, he's so far from it. From his hungry, possessive touches to his low, sinful grunts while thrusting into you, you know he can be turned into someone else completely. Especially if you tease him, just to hear his low growls as he aches to flip you over and show you who's in charge.

Echo

He's very much aware of details and will appreciate them (thank his love for reading). After his initial shyness and clumsiness, he has love fever and is just absolutely in love with you.

He daydreams about you, talks about you, thinks of you whenever he sees basically anything, I swear. You have invaded his mind.

This boi appreciates silence and just calmness. When he knows he won't be on mission for a while and doesn't have to worry about not having enough time with you before being deployed again, worded differently, when relaxed and not utterly desperate for time with you, he'll certainly appreciate just being quiet together and reading together. Reading together cuddled up on the couch or in your bed is not a rare sight.

This bun can be so clumsy and shy in bed, apologizing madly whenever he gets a squeak out of you because the last thing he wants to do to you is hurt you. So it's important for you to encourage him. His uncertainty really isn't that bad to put up with since, well, yeah it's adorable, but also because the clear lovingness to every touch, every gesture, every compliment... It just warms up your heart. He's just so sweet, and so completely enamoured with you, which is why he can be so nervous, he just wants it to feel good and to be perfect for you, to the point when he forgets about himself sometimes. But once he's been properly reassured, that hesitance goes away, so all there is to it is love. Sweet, kind, gentle love, the most love you've ever felt and the most love anyone could ever feel. Showering your face with gentle kisses, the cutest compliments, the most loving calls of your name as he leans his forehead against yours and closes your eyes. It starts off slow, but quickens as he slowly starts to go wild from just how wonderful his lover feels around him. He'll call your name, gasp out, quiver, moan out in response to your own sounds. His presence is so strong and close during this intimate moment, and it's something that feels like both of you are putting your efforts into, together.

Wolffe

He won't say much, and is much more of a physical person. Although his teddy bear, protective snuggling and rare sweet words are more than enough for you to know how much he really holds dear to do. You make his gray, grumpy days so much brighter and easier to pull through.

When you finally get time alone with him, your ultimate mission is to just crack a smile out of him. Thanks to @jynandtonics my mind is obsessed with the thought that this boi would just LOVE cooking, so yay, make some cake together but oops, sorry, I got some batter on your cheek! Reach up, wipe it off... Ahh, a small smile right there! Seriously, his smile means the world to you, and you feel so special for being the only one who can quite get one out of him. Whether it be due to a small happy dance, you squealing when he accidentally sneaks up on you, or a loving look in the intimacy of your dark bedroom.

He actually doesn't have much of a clue what he's supposed to do as a boyfriend, and will therefore take the time to search it up (not ask around, he'd never take advice for something so secretly important to him from mere brothers, he needs to be sure to find the best answers. And either way, he's not the type to brag much about you, in order to make sure no one steals you from him), searching up what couples do and such, good date ideas and romantic dinner ideas. Therefore, you often recognize classic date ideas, or dream ideas for the perfect night spent together. Most ideas end up messing up horribly because, well, dream ideas, not reality. But to see Wolffe try so hard for you is good enough for you, and you always remind him. It's okay if it's not perfect. His efforts warm up your heart, and all that counts to you is to be with him. Such sweet words always manage to comfort him, along with a good night of sleep protectively holding his precious lover close against him, without a single inch of space between you to spare. He'll never let anything keep you apart, ever.

Making love with Wolffe? Oh dear. Remember that part when I said he wants to keep you all to himself? Well, yeah, if you couldn't tell before, you definitely can in bed. It feels like he's eating you up, his lips on every single part of your body, hot, hungry and full of desire, making your soft, sensitive skin tingle and swell underneath his nips and sucks. Hungry? He'll literally eat you out. This man has no shame and very openly expresses his desire and longing for you, his hands are all over you, as is his mouth as he breathes down on you hard, his nose brushing against intimate spots as he does so. He's big on tease just to hear you whine and squirm beneath him, but will be quick to jump to the point, grabbing you suddenly and dragging you over to him when he gets tired and just wants to screw you over the edge. He's usually fast and rough, his grip on you tight and his hot breath fanning your face as he works furiously and fervently. Claw marks on your thighs are not a rare sight, and nor are scratches all across his back and shoulders. But he loves the pain and the screams, he just does. And if you like it too, he will gladly comply to handing spanks and such, but only if you are comfortable with it. His point is barely to hurt you. In fact, at the end of it all, his teddy bear side comes back out to take care of you, kissing the bruises he's made and holding you close as he inhales the sweet mixed scent of your hair, sex, and sweat.

Kix

Due to his profession as medic, he has lots of knowledge about the body ex. Sweet spots and absolutely loves worshipping his perfect lover's. He just is really fond of touching and such, being amazed by how great your body is.

Being a medic is tiring. Therefore, Kix will take any calm, slow time he can grant himself to just relax and have a good time. Like, he won't sleep through free days, but seriously they're an amazing opportunity to try and get him to release the reserve of stress within him. Massages, baths, laughs, goodness, just treat this boy to a nice and relaxing time, all right?

I did mention he really likes touching your body, right? And I mean it. Your body is fascinating to him. He likes seeing it in different positions, kissing new spots to see your reactions and where you like him to tease you best. He teases you a bit in bed, but only enough for you to be ready, unless you want more or the mood is special. He's just too sweet to torture you in that way. He knows what he's doing since, well, he knows the body so well, and therefore is barely ever clumsy or hesitant, but makes sure you're comfortable with what he's doing. It's also fairly easy for him to stay in control of himself because his work as a medic has earned him nerves of steel... Well, unless you decide to tease him. And oh can you get noises and squirms out of him when you put yourself to it. He can get quite noisy, calling your name out as his hand bundles in your hair, shaking helplessly underneath your devilish lips. Seriously though, in the end, all that matters for him in the end is to make you feel good. He's a passionate lover, usually slow to just take in every sigh of bliss and shiver of your perfect body, but will finish you off faster if you ask him to or if he judges it better to do so.

Oh, and important note; your periods. At first, they'd confuse the poor man since sure, it involves your body and all, but male bodies don't bleed their lives out once a month...? But since it has to do with your body and is natural, he'd get used to it very quickly and would definitely find ways to cope, which usually involve buying you your favourite sweets and being understanding if you feel like lying around watching movies or not being touched. He won't take it personally. But if you're looking up at him with puppy eyes whining about a cramp? He'll join you in your bed, hug you tight against him, but carefully so he doesn't make the pain any worse, and refuse to budge until you feel any better.

Oh, and speaking of natural things, I feel like Kix would be very open toward anything natural, for example, pubes or body weight and such won't ever really disturb him. In fact, it turns him on a lot. That's a great excuse for you to get him to take his clothes off to try some natural product on him because mmm. His shoulders. His muscles. His ass.

Hardcase

He's just a bit too hyper to be able to just sit still and think things through, so it's the same for a lot of things that he does for his lover. He's fairly simple, enjoying basic things like eating with her, having laughs and just seeing her smile. To others, these things might seem small, but to him, they mean the world, and seeing the way they make his eyes shine, you're more than satisfied. Although when he does take the time to plan something big out... A special night, or memorizing a text he wrote all by himself describing how much you mean to him and how he loves laughing with you, or a gift he made -and probably messed up but it's cute so- just for you... It takes your breath away, to see how much effort he put just for you.

His puppy love for you is just so adorable and pure. It's a romance filled with laughs and good times, and fights are very rare since this guy's just so freakin' hilarious and doesn't dwell much on things. Oh, he stole the last pizza slice you had been saving for your lunch? A soft apology, a quick kiss and a wide, boyish grin and oops what was I angry about again? Come on, you just can't be mad at this guy. And he just barely ever gets mad himself, he's a happy bean that's happy to live another day to shoot at clankers and to spend another night just restlessly rolling over again and again in bed until you shush him with a long, loving kiss. Although sometimes it takes a little more than a kiss to calm him down. ;)

Remember when Fives and he were trying out those ships and he was just cheering and yelling? That's also a daily part of your routine. So is his adorable grin. You guys like heading out to see new places and to try new things, anything that has you two moving since he can't quite sit still. A musical? He's gonna get bored and end up just restlessly squirming in his seat and murmuring lame jokes or comments into your ear until you're giggling so much that you have to be driven out of the theatre. Therefore, going to the beach to play (and fall in love all over again) in the waves, going to festivals to just scream and headbang together, and trying out new activities such as skiing and watching each other flop around and fail miserably as you laugh your butts off has become a more common type of thing for you guys to do during days off.

Hardcase in bed? God, he can't get himself to shut up. It's a time filled with giggles and laughs as he gives off comments or accidentally noses a ticklish spot. Your laughing just makes him so happy. It's a happy, loving moment, which sometimes will turn quite serious and quiet, usually in the middle of it all, in the heat of the moment. He'll be handing you a boyish grin as he moves up into you, but your eyes will then meet and he'll find himself so... Mesmerized, amazed by your absolute beauty. His intense gaze will burn into yours as he gently holds you to support himself to help maintain his steady pace, his face giving off a rare, focused look, and when you're lucky you'll get a sexy bite of his lip too. Grunts and groans do escape him, and as he gets closer to his high, his more hyper side will kick in, speeding up his thrusts considerably as the poor bed squeaks noisily beneath you two. He'll dip over you as he gives out cries of pleasure mixed in with your own from the crazy stimulation, his noises long and strained, until as his movements become clumsier he'll choke out your name and pant hard and moan. Afterwards, he's be quaking violently from it all, allowing you to hold him close to him and to stroke his head and cheek gently. All in all, it's intense and noisy when you two finish off, and as much as he's not the best and most elaborate of all lovers, you do see that he gives it his all, getting as many laughs and smiles out of you and pleasing you as much as he can. Oh, and he really enjoys seeing what he does to you, so he tends to loom a bit over you to admire your body and face when he's not busy trying not to go wild from how amazing and tight you feel.

[thecoffeelorian]

@midnightoncoruscant

I am 200% down for a little Regency AU fun, and would love to join your tag list. Also, can't wait to know more about the mystery lady!

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Thanks to the amazing encouragement of, and inspiration from @moonlightwarriorqueen I present my first fanfic in clone wars fandom. This is a Pride and Prejudice inspired Wolffe x Reader fluffy romp, with added appearances from my favourite Marshall Commander Fox, the Wolf Pack, Plo Koon and as many characters as I can shoehorn in appropriately lol.

P.S. If you haven’t read the amazingly gorgeous work of @moonlightwarriorqueen please can I suggest you do so forthwith. Their work is like a warm hug on a frosty day.

A truth acknowledged universally (part 1)

Wolffe x fem!Reader

Rating G

Trigger warnings: anti clone/adoptee discrimination in future chapters, discussions of money and food insecurity.

Wolffe scowled as the party reeled around him. The patch covering his eye itched something fierce, as the musket wound was still healing beneath it. .He had been dragged from his enforced solitude by the rambunctious pleas of his younger brothers, affectionately dubbed the “Wolf Pack” by those who had the misfortune to know them at their most exuberant.

To his left his father, Plo, dozed lightly despite the loud music played aggressively on the pianoforte which guided the dancers around the room. Wolffe moved gracefully to ensure that the blanket upon his father’s lap didn’t slip away under the weight of the abandoned book within his lap. His father had spent too long this afternoon expending his energy and had refused Wolffe’s gruff requests to rest. Despite being ostensibly retired, Doctor Koon spent many hours teaching the younger children in the village to read, saving their parents the schooling fees, so that they may more easily feed their families with the money saved. Wolffe could not be cross with his father, but he was concerned with the personal toll the unrelenting kindness took on his father as he entered his twilight years.

With a bone weary exhale, Wolffe watched as his younger brothers, Sinker and Boost, spun their latest objects of affection around the ballroom, both of them possessed with a giddiness and breathless joy he himself had not been party to in years. Wolffe didn’t begrudge them that joy, far from it, he wished he could bottle and preserve it for all his brothers so that they would never be without, but as the eldest sibling, the responsibility for his family's fortunes weighed heavily. The burden had become harder to shoulder since his injury at the hands of a French assassin had forced him home to recuperate. Wolffe could only afford a few more weeks before returning to the front line would be necessary for all of his family to remain solvent. Internally, Wolffe began to calculate the amount of time he had to remain before it would be deemed socially acceptable to leave.

With a crunch of strained wood, the ballroom doors swung open with an unbecoming lack of decorum. Wolffe’s gaze snapped to the entryway, assuming his other brothers, Comet and Wildfire, the irrepressible twins, had either escaped or joined the party without permission. Instead, he was surprised to see new faces. Arrivals were hard to keep under wraps in a village this small. Everyone knew each other's business faster than the carrier pigeons could arrive.

Wolffe studied the group who had interrupted the festivities. A bearded gentleman in naval uniform maybe a decade older than Wolffe led the way, his natural leadership and presence evident in his stride. He was flanked by a sandy haired young man with intense eyes, clad in a junior officers uniform, who was escorting a younger girl, whose dazzling blue eyes and scandalously matching coloured hair suggested trouble.

With a short whisper to the host, they were announced as First Sea Lord Benjamin Kenobi, and his young charges Officer Anakin and Ahsoka Kenobi. Behind them both, trying her best to blend into the wallpaper, was a young woman, unannounced and unnamed, she followed the trio indoors, eyes cast downwards.

Wolffe watched as the Lord and his family worked the room, intriguing all around them. There was an unseemly amount of fawning over the new arrivals which caused more than one exasperated eye roll from Wolffe as both Sinker and Boost, abandoning their dates for the evening, fell over themselves to pester Lord Benjamin for tales of maritime warfare and adventure.

Beside him, Doctor Koon stirred, awoken by the change in background ambience. He looked to Wolffe for support as he tried to rise to his feet, which his son provided dutifully and automatically without glancing downwards. Rubbing the unexpected sleep from his eyes, he felt his joints ache from the position in which he had taken his impromptu nap. No doubt he would be subject to a light scolding from his eldest son, who worried for everyone but himself. Plo looked to see what had taken Wolffe’s attention.

Wolffe seemed enraptured by a young lady who had entered behind the newcomers. Whilst they held court, this lady had sought out the serving staff and it looked as though she had asked, to their bafflement, to be put to work.

Plo supposed that this ask for employment was a diversionary tactic to avoid participation in the pantomime currently underway from her companions. Whilst Lord Ben and his young family enjoyed every moment of attention, this girl was determined to avoid it, and when her offer of assistance was politely declined, she took herself to the chairs at the furthest, and most empty corner of the room. She looked for all the world as though she wished to blend into the wallpaper. Dr Koon was surprised she hadn’t acknowledged Wolffe’s stern and probing gaze so far, but what was even more unexpected was the small jolt which travelled through his son as she did finally return his stare.

Icy blue gray eyes met the Wolffe’s remaining amber eye and a silent conversation took place.

Koon knowingly chuckled as he patted Wolffe’s arm, drawing his attention downwards, to support more of his weight. However, the brandy he had had after dinner sought to rush to his head and he swayed heavily, his heart fluttering too fast and too unevenly. As his vision narrowed, and the familiar blackness of unconsciousness encroached, all Koon could think was how much this would further worry Wolffe. He hoped the arms of oblivion would let him return. He had much to do.