#wolffe x f!reader

[justaparsec94]

Strings

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

Pairing: Wolffe x fem!reader

Word Count: 4,969

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[clone-anon-after-dark]

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

Word count: 2047

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I care about you, you know.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Do you like kisses, Wolffe?”

“Yes.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I want to make you happy,” you said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I never will.”

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

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

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

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

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[chicknstripz]

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

∘₊✧ The hare and the Wolffe ✧₊∘

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

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

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

You needed a drink!

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

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

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

“I wasn’t gone that long, honestly.”

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

“Long enough that you almost missed your turn”

“My what now?”

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

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

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

“Fine, fine! Dare!”

“I dare you to fuck Wolffe!”

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

“You want me to do what now?”

“Fuck Wolffe.”

“But I don’t even know him!”

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

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

“Go on, off you go!”

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

“Sir, we’ve got company.”

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

“Can we help you, neverd?”

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

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

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

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

“Sinker.”

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

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

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

“You got me alone nerved, now what?”

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

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

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

“And which friend put you up to this?”

“The pretty Twi two tables over”

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

“Can’t disappoint now, can we?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Please ...”

“Please what?”

“Fuck me.”

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

“Well, Since you asked so nicely.”

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wolffe and a medic reader sneaking around and get caught👀👀👀i beg

Red Handed

Summary: You love Wolffe, you really do. But he’s going to get you both in trouble. Again.

Pairing: Commander Wolffe x F!Reader

Word Count: 720

Warnings: Uh, heavy making out. wolffe can't keep his hands to himself.

A/N: I'm not sure I like this, but I hope you do!

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“Wolffe,” His name falls from your lips in a breathy whisper that has his groaning and pressing harder against you.

“Say it again,” He murmurs against your throat, his teeth scraping down your throat with just enough pressure that you, helplessly, cling to his armor.

A breathless laugh falls from you, even as you tilt your head back, allowing him better access to your throat, “We’re gonna get caught.”

“Not if you’re quiet,” He peppers hot kisses up your throat and to your jaw, before he catches your lips with his, “No one will come looking for us, cyar’ika.”

“They always do.” You remind him, before you bite your lip to muffle a whimper.

“Don’t you want to spend time with me, Princess?” Wolffe coos against your ear, “It’s been so long since I’ve had you to myself—”

“That’s because we’re deployed,” Almost without your permission, your fingers move to the seals of his armor, and you deftly start to pop them, loosening his armor enough that he can tug it off.

“And?”

“And you’re the—oh my god—” A sudden bite on your collar steals your whole train of thought. You didn’t even notice him loosening your scrub top so he could reach your collar.

You hear Wolffe chuckle against you, “You gonna pray to me, sweetheart?” He asks, as he looks up at you from where he’s lazily kissing down your chest, his lips lingering in the valley between your breasts.

You definitely should have known better than to wear the tie on scrubs.

“Absolutely not,” Your voice is breathy. Too breathy.

“I’d believe you if you didn’t sound like that.” He lazily nips at the soft skin not covered by your bra, “But, I’m an amazing partner, so please. Continue what you were saying, angel.”

“You’re a dick.”

“Yes, yes. And yet you love me anyway.” He grins against your skin again, “Go on, angel. What were you saying?”

“I was saying,” You struggle to regain your train of thought, “I’m a medic and I’m busy. And you’re the commander—”

“Uh-huh,” He sucks another mark just over your bra. Frankly, your surprised he hasn’t removed it yet. “And?”

“And people are going to be looking for you, Commander.”

His mismatched eyes flare with a familiar emotion, and you mentally curse yourself for calling him by his rank. After all, you know exactly what that does to him.

“Wait, Wolffe—”

“Oh no,” He kisses back up your chest so he’s able to catch your lips in a deep kiss, “I’m Commander now, remember?”

“It slipped,” You say against his lips.

“I love it when you slip.”

“That’s because you’re a pervert.”

“Not a pervert, just a healthy man with a gorgeous girlfriend, who deserves my undivided attention.”

Your fingers curl into the material of his blacks, and you press closer to him, “Undivided, huh?”

“Yeah,” Wolffe murmurs, “Undivided—”

Vaguely, you’re aware of the sound of a door opening behind Wolffe, but you pay it no mind...until you hear a strangled yelp. “Really, Commander?” Comet asks, his voice strangled, “Again?”

You peek around Wolffe’s shoulder, and muffle a giggle. Comet’s gaze is locked on the ceiling, and there’s color rising on his face.

Wolffe sighs, “I’m beginning to think you’re doing this on purpose, Comet.”

“No way! I have better things to do than watch you get freaky with the Doc!” Comet counters, his gaze falling from the ceiling, and then snapping back up when he sees you, “Doc, please put your shirt back on.”

“Oh,” Your face burns as you hurriedly tie your shirt back on, “Sorry, Comet.”

You glance up at Wolffe, who is glaring at his brother, and you roll your eyes and elbow him, pulling a grunt from him. Wolffe glances at you, and then grits his teeth, “It’s...fine. No harm done.”

“Yeah, I’d believe that if you didn’t sound like you’re about to kill me,” Comet drops his gaze again, his gaze firmly staying off of you, “Anyway, the General is looking for you.”

At that, Wolffe sighs and slumps slightly, “Duty calls, I suppose.” He turns and drops a kiss to your forehead, “We’ll continue this later.”

“It’s a date.”

Wolffe drops one more kiss to your forehead, then he pulls his armor back on, and he’s gone.

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[hellfiresky]

Did you buy the jogan fruit?

Summary: Wolffe insists he hates your favourite show, but he knows all the characters (and has strong opinions). You insist his jogan tarts are the best, and you’re not above using affection to get one.

Pairing: Wolffe x F!Reader

Warnings: Sex. Smut. 18+. Minors DNI.

This smut probably isn’t the hottest thing out there, but that’s kind of the point. I like playing with the idea that sex doesn’t always have to be some romantic or hyper-intense performance - it can just be another part of a relationship. Sometimes, it’s just comfortable, something you do whilst catching up on your day, cracking jokes, or bickering over jogan fruit. It’s intimacy in the mundane, and gosh if you know me, you know how much I adore the mundane and the banal.

Smut ahead. Do not keep reading if you’re under 18!

Taglist: @orangez3st

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The sink was full with dishes you should’ve cleaned an hour ago, but you’d gotten distracted scrolling through something unimportant, and now the caf in your mug had gone cold. You rinsed it out, set it down. The chrono on the wall said late - but not too late. Late enough that Wolffe should be home soon. The apartment was quiet. Outside, the traffic droned on like white noise, Coruscant’s city lights slowly came alive over the window blinds. You rubbed at your neck, stretching a little, the warmth of the day still clinging to your skin. It had been a long one. Not bad, just… long.

You heard the familiar hiss of the front door sliding open. A heavy sigh. The unmistakable sound of armour moving. The clunk of heavy boots hitting the floor one by one. Then—

“Shinies need to get their shit together.”

You smiled to yourself, drying your hands on a towel as Wolffe stepped into the kitchen, rolling his shoulders like the weight of command hadn’t quite settled yet. His blacks hugged him, sweat around the collar, hair slightly mussed. He looked tired. More than tired.

“You sound like an old man.” You leaned against the counter, watching him.

“I am an old man,” he pressed his palms on his lower back with a slight wince. “Physically, at least.”

You snorted, reaching for the cupboard. “You want caf?”

“Nah.” He stepped behind you, pressing a quick, absentminded kiss to your temple before resting his chin on your shoulder, exhaling deeply. “Kriff. Today was long.”

“Yeah?” You rested your hands over his where they settled at your waist.

“Yeah. Shinies kept missing their marks in drills. Had to run ‘em through it five times before they stopped embarrassing themselves.”

“You sound so proud.”

“I would be! If they weren’t so damn slow.”

You chuckled, squeezing his fingers before slipping out of his hold. “Go shower, old man. I can smell the armour stank.”

He made a face. “You love it.”

“Debatable.”

He grumbled something under his breath but listened, taking off the armour pieces, and tugged his shirt over his head as he headed for the ‘fresher. The moment the door shut, you sighed, stretching again. The tiny kitchen droid blinked at you. The dishes still sat in the sink. The microwave probably needed fixing. None of it was urgent, none of it was important, but all of it was there. You rolled your shoulders, letting the familiar mundanity of it settle in.

“You want anything to eat? I made cream soup and bought that nerf burger on the way home from The Hub.” You called out from the bedroom, picking up his discarded blacks and tossing them into the shared laundry bin. The laundry droid from your go-to laundry by kilo place would swing by in the morning, same as always, before you headed back to the Hub. You’d set it up ages ago - automated pickups and drop-offs. It was a necessity, really. The last thing you wanted was to get flagged for laundering blood-stained blacks in the middle of CoCo Town. The GAR had its own facilities, sure, but with a commander practically living in your apartment whenever he wasn’t on the frontlines, his clothes had inevitably started blending in with yours.

No answer. He always took his time in the ‘fresher, you’ve always loved how steamy and warm your fresher would be after his shower, though. Your apartment sat on the surface level of Coruscant, tucked into a quieter corner of CoCo Town - close enough to the underworld portal for easy access, far enough from the worst of it to avoid unnecessary danger. A good spot. One you’d spent years curating. The Hub, though - that was deeper. Lower levels. A small co-working space with communal terminals, and workstations where slicers came and went, sharing access codes and decryption scripts over cups of stale caf. It wasn’t glamorous, but it was home - or as close as a place like that could get.

You grabbed a dirty shirt from the chair and tossed it to the bin alongside Wolffe’s blacks. The sheets on the bed were still messy from where you’d been lying earlier. You debated fixing them, but - nah. You’d just end up messing them up again soon enough.

The water shut off. Then Wolffe’s voice, rough from the steam filled the space.

“You ate yet?”

“Not really.”

A grumble. “Then I’ll take the soup. You can eat the burger.”

“Figured. I’ll heat it up.”

Dinner was nice. Well, as nice as homemade soup and a fast-food nerf burger could be. You both ate quietly at the small dinner table, the one that folded up into a workspace when needed, your favourite piece of modular furniture in the apartment. Easily the best thing you’d ever spent your adult credits on. Wolffe, freshly showered, dug into the soup. Between bites, he started grumbling about his most recent mission to Aleen - the same one he’d just returned from last week. Apparently, it had been hell. Not because of the planet itself, or even the mission, but because of some golden droid who wouldn’t shut up.

“He talked the entire time,” Wolffe shook his head. “I thought protocol droids were supposed to be helpful.”

“Maybe he was helpful. Just not in the way you wanted.”

Wolffe rolled his eyes before continuing. “You don’t understand. The relief mission itself? Fine. No problems. But that droid - he wouldn’t shut up. Narrated everything like some kind of sports commentator.” He scoffed. “Kept trailing behind me, throwing out ‘fun facts,’ trying to translate every little detail to the Aleenas.” He straightened slightly before straining his voice to a posh Coruscanti accent ‘We have been quite on an adventure, Commander Wolffe!’

That almost made you choke on your drink. “The fuck was that?!”

“Every. Damn. Minute.”

You let out a full belly laugh. It was kind of surreal, watching this man - Commander Wolffe, the guy who had lost an eye in the battle of Khorm to a Sith acolyte, who had once been stranded in the vacuum of space with only a handful of his men and still made it out alive - obsessing over what was, by all accounts, a fever dream of a relief aid mission.

“The Sith acolyte didn’t break you, getting spaced didn’t break you, but this droid did?”

Wolffe groaned, running a hand down his face. “I swear, I’d take another orbital skirmish over that mission any day.”

After dinner, Wolffe took over dish duty, cleaning plates in the sink whilst you made your escape to the bedroom. A fair trade - you cooked, he cleaned. It was an unspoken rule by now, one of the small, automatic rhythms of living together. You laid out on the bed, pulling up the latest episode of Sex and the Ecumenopolis - the old holoseries you were only watching because your friend had roped you into it. Wolffe hated it. Or at least, that’s what he claimed.

The bedroom door slid shut, followed by the sound of a dramatic sigh. “Naw, not this again.”

The mattress dipped as he threw himself down beside you. He barely spared the screen a glance before grabbing his datapad, thumbing through the reports his men had submitted.

You smirked, nudging his shoulder. “You know you don’t have to stay.”

“I was here first,” he muttered, eyes still on his datapad.

“You were not.”

Wolffe just grunted, scrolling through casualty assessments like he wasn’t very aware of the episode’s plot - because you knew he was. He’d sat through enough of this show to absorb its nonsense, no matter how much he insisted otherwise. And this episode? Oh, this one had gotten to him. Because the thing was, he had been outraged - outraged - about the tragic arc of Mireena and her doomed situationship with a man in a promotional sandwich costume. A sandwich, of all things.

“She was a lawyer,” Wolffe muttered under his breath, still flipping through reports. “And he was a sandwich. That was a real quote from the show. Maker help me.”

You bit down a laugh, already knowing where this was going. He kept going. “She had a whole career. A life. And he—” his left hand gestured vaguely at the holo, not even looking up from his datapad, “—was walking around dressed as a goddamn Ronto Wrap.”

You grinned. “So you were invested.”

“I’m saying it was stupid.”

“Uh-huh.”

Wolffe finally looked up with an unimpressed stare. “You’re telling me you didn’t think it was ridiculous?”

“Oh, no, it was completely ridiculous,” you admitted. “But it’s a pre-Clone Wars holoseries, Commander, ridiculous is the point.”

He pinched the bridge of his nose. “They made me care about a man in a sandwich costume.”

“They really did.”

“They never even showed his face,” he muttered, almost to himself.

Because here’s the thing - he could complain all he wanted, but you knew the truth. Not only did he know all the characters, he had opinions. Strong ones. And, most damning of all - he had a favourite.

Sahm’ara Joans. The self-made entrepreneur, the no-nonsense, I’ll burn this city down before I let a man waste my time woman. Wolffe swore up and down that she was the only tolerable character, but you knew better. He liked her. No, he respected her. Every time she delivered a one-liner or completely dismantled some poor bastard in the dating scene, you’d catch the slightest smirk on his face, like he was privately rooting for her.

On the other hand, there was Kaari Breesaw, who Wolffe detested. “She has the emotional intelligence of a gundark,” he grumbled once, after Kaari had, for the fifth time, thrown herself back into the orbit of ‘Big O’, a wealthy shipping tycoon with all the charm of a typical finance bro in the Financial District. “She knows he’s an asshole. She knows he’s gonna screw her over. And she still—” He’d jab his finger at the holoseries as if that would explain something.

“She’s in love,” you teased.

“She’s stupid.”

The best part? This was a recurring argument. Every time Sex and the Ecumenopolis cycled back to Kaari making yet another terrible decision, Wolffe’s patience wore thinner and thinner, until one day, he’d just flat-out refused to acknowledge her storyline at all.

“She’s dead to me,” he’d declared. “Tell me when they’re back to Sahm’ara.”

And now, predictably, after the sandwich episode ended - he peeked over the edge of his datapad again. “Where’s Sahm’ara? Why does Kaari dominate this episode?” You barely looked away from the holo. “You know she’s literally the one narrating the story, right?”

“Mm. Don’t care.” His voice was flat, unimpressed. “They should give Sahm’ara the narration. At least she has a point.” You chuckled but didn’t argue. He had a habit of deciding exactly how a show should be structured and then getting personally offended when it didn’t conform to his vision.

You felt the shift in the mattress before you felt him - the warmth of his breath ghosting over your skin as he leaned in, pressing his face against the curve of your neck. His datapad landed on the bedside table with a quiet thud, forgotten in favour of something else entirely. “How was your day?” he dropped his voice to a raspy murmur. His arm slung lazily around your waist, fingers tracing absent patterns over your hip like muscle memory.

“Good.” You tilted your head slightly to give him better access as his lips brushed along your neck. “My team and I managed to slice into that CIS propaganda holonet site - took most of the data down.”

Wolffe hummed against your skin, half-listening, half-distracted as he worked his way lower, his hand slipping under the hem of your shirt, and grazed up to cup your breast. “We rerouted their entire login system,” you continued, running your fingers through his cropped hair. It was still slightly damp from his shower, warm against your palm. “Every time they try to access their own files, it just redirects them to a looping video of a Toydarian singing Never Gonna Give You Down in Huttese.”

That actually got a huff of amusement from him. “Efficient.”

“Oh, and we stole some of their encrypted comms, rerouted a few of their shadow accounts into charity funds, the usual.” It was a routine for you, as if you were just recounting errands, rather than digital sabotage against the Separatists. “Big win for the cause.”

“Big win,” he murmured against your collarbone, nipping lightly before pressing a softer kiss in the same spot. His voice was growing raspier. You giggled, squirming as his two-days-old stubble scraped against your skin. “You’re not even listening, are you?”

“I am.” He kissed the underside of your jaw, exhaling warm against your skin. “Toydarian. Huttese. You’re very disruptive.”

“Oh, I’m disruptive?”

His lips curled against your throat before he shifted on top of you, his weight pressing more firmly against you, his hand sliding lower. “Mhm.”

“What about you?” You pressed a lingering kiss to the top of his head. “Anything else aside from the shiny training?”

Wolffe exhaled, his breath sent a heat straight to your core, he was clearly reluctant to re-engage with the topic now that he had his mouth on your skin. His hand moved down to the band of your trousers, slipping it halfway there before he finally muttered, “Briefing. Patrols. More briefings. Argued with a senator’s aide about the next relief mission logistics - again.”

You hummed, still dragging your nails lightly over the back of his scalp. “Win?”

“Does anyone ever win against bureaucracy?”

“Fair point.”

He sighed, resting his forehead against your shoulder for a moment. “Came this close to telling them to shove their ‘budget constraints’ straight up their senatorial asses.”

You snorted. “And yet, you restrained yourself. Personal growth.”

“Barely,” he muttered. His hand finally snaked down under your trousers in a slow and lazy rhythm, like his body was already more interested in other things. “Kinda wish Fox and I were still in the same unit. I would’ve let him handle it. He actually likes dealing with politicians.”

You sighed, his hand moving down your leg making your breath hitch. "Don't I know it," you said, voice raspy. "But someone's gotta help keep those senators in check. Maybe one day, you'll find a way to enjoy it." You ran your fingers through his hair again, closing your eyes. He hummed in response, nuzzling deeper into your neck. "Maybe. For now, though..." He trailed off, his fingers finally found their way into your clit, circling gently. You arched into the touch without thinking about it, moaning softly as he dipped one finger straight into your sensitive spot and began to tease it. Your head fell back on the pillow as a wave of pleasure coursed through you, overwhelming any lingering thoughts of work or stress. The sounds of the holoseries and the city outside faded away, replaced by the sounds of your breath and the soft rustling of sheets against skin.

"Maker, Wolffe," you panted, hooking an arm around his neck to pull him closer. "You're so good at this." His only response was a low grunt against your skin that sent a shiver down your spine. “You wanna fuck?” He looked up.

You blinked at him. “Duh. Why are you stopping?”

Wolffe rolled his eyes as he reached down to undo the tie on your trousers. “Because this thing is kriffing tight - almost cut off the circulation in my hand.” He gave you an unimpressed glare, fingers tugging at the waistband in irritation.

You giggled, still breathless. “Sorry, didn’t realise my loungewear was a hazard.”

“It is. I’m filing a report.”

You let out a huff of laughter, lifting your hips to help him along. This was just how it was with him. After so long together, this - the teasing, the grumbling, the way he always found something to complain about even whilst he was actively seducing you - felt as much a part of the moment as anything else. Sex with Wolffe wasn’t always some kinky planet-shattering affair. Sometimes, it was just another way to be close. A quiet affection between two people who had already seen each other at their worst and still wanted to crawl into bed together at the end of the day.

"There you go," he muttered, tugging your trousers down and tossing them to the floor without a second thought. You squinted at him. "Boo, you missed the laundry bin."

Wolffe didn’t even look at where they’d landed, just gave you a noncommittal shrug. “Not my problem.”

"Oh, it will be," you warned playfully, wrapping your legs around his waist to pull him closer. "I'll make you pick them up later."

Wolffe raised an eyebrow, his hands sliding up your thighs. "Is that a threat or a promise?"

"Both," you breathed, arching into his touch. "Now, are you going to keep complaining about my clothes or are you going to do something about the fact that I'm not wearing any?"

A wolfish grin spread across his face. "I think I can fix the laundry later."

He leaned down, capturing your lips in a searing kiss that made you forget all about the discarded joggers before taking his own trousers off. His hands roamed your body, leaving trails of heat in their wake. You gasped into his mouth as he grind against you.

"Wolffe," you whined, breaking the kiss. "Please..."

"Impatient, aren't we?"

You huffed, about to retort, when he suddenly moved to align himself with your entrance. The words died in your throat as he slowly pushed in, stretching you in the most exquisite way.

"Maker," you breathed, clutching at his shoulders. Wolffe grunted in agreement, his forehead resting against yours as he bottomed out. For a moment, you both stayed still, savouring the connection. Then, Wolffe began to move. His thrusts were slow at first, drawing out soft gasps and moans from you both. You clung to him, one hand tangled in his hair while the other traced the scars on his back - a map of his history that you'd long since memorised.

"Faster," you urged, nipping at his earlobe. "Please, Wolffe."

He obliged, picking up the pace. The room filled with the sound of skin against skin and breathless moans. You pushed your hip back, meeting him thrust for thrust, chasing that building pleasure. "That's it," Wolffe’s voice was rough with desire. "Just like that, cyar'ika."

The Mando'a endearment sent a thrill through you, as it always did. You loved when he slipped into his native tongue during intimate moments. "Kriff, you feel good," Wolffe growled, his cybernetic eye reflecting the city lights from outside of your window as he gazed down at you.

"Anyway, what's going on with your neighbour?" he asked, maintaining his relentless rhythm. "Mmh, which one?" you managed to respond, trying to focus despite the overwhelming sensations that made coherent thought nearly impossible. The way he moved inside you was intoxicating, but there was something thrilling about the contrasting normalcy of your relationship - how you could be lost in each other yet still discuss the mundane details of life.

"The new one," he panted, letting your fingers dig into his shoulders. "The one who moved in last week."

"Oh, that guy." You whined as he pulled out. "Tall, dark, and handsome. Like you, but with a stupid amount of abs, cause, you know, Zabrak–oh, fuck! And a really nice ass." You gasped as he plunged back in, his hips meeting yours in rhythm again. "Shit, Wolffe," you moaned, your eyes rolling back in your head. “And he has the sexiest Dathomirian accent.”

Wolffe snorted, clearly amused. "He does, doesn’t he? Well, maybe we should invite him over for some drinks." You laughed despite yourself. "Yeah right. As if he could handle the two of us." Your body tensed and then exploded in a rush of pleasure around him. For a moment, there was silence between you both - just the sounds of your heavy breathing and his steady thrusts - before you spoke again. "I just came."

"As you should," Wolffe growled, his pace increasing as he chased his own release. "You're so fucking beautiful when you come."

You moaned, oversensitive but still loving every moment. Your hands roamed his back, feeling the muscles flex with each thrust. "Come on, Wolffe," you encouraged, nipping at his jaw. "Let go for me."

His rhythm faltered, becoming erratic as he neared the edge. You clenched around him, drawing a strangled groan from his throat. "Cyar'ika," he panted, burying his face in your neck. With a final, deep thrust, Wolffe stilled, groaning your name as he came. You held him close, enjoying the warmth he spilled inside you whilst rubbing your hand on his back as he shuddered through his release.

“Did you buy the jogan fruit?” You suddenly asked, still out of breath, and completely blissed out.

Wolffe let out a muffled groan against your neck. "Really? That's what you're thinking about right now?" You chuckled, still caressing his back. "Well, you did promise to make that jogan fruit tart I like. That recipe you learnt from Gregor?"

He lifted his head to look at you, his face was a cocktail of exasperation and fondness. "I'm still inside you, and you're worried about dessert?"

"I work up an appetite after good sex," you teased, pressing a quick kiss to his nose. Wolffe rolled his eyes but couldn't hide his smirk. "Fine. Yes, I bought your precious jogan fruit. It's in the kitchen."

You grinned, pecking him on the lips. "Good boy."

He slowly pulled out, both of you hissing at the sensation, before collapsing beside you on the bed. You turned to face him, tracing lazy patterns on his chest. "So, about that tart..." you began.

Wolffe groaned, throwing an arm over his face. "Maker, you're insatiable. And I don't mean just for sex."

You laughed, snuggling closer to him. "You love it."

"Force help me, I do," he pulled you snugly against his side. You nestled your head on his chest, where the rhythm of his heartbeat gradually slowed to normal, giving a comforting lullaby. "We should shower," you murmured softly after a moment, though you remained comfortably wrapped in his embrace, making no attempt to move. Wolffe's voice was a gentle rumble as he responded, "I have showered."

“Again?” you teased, fluttering your eyelashes at him. His laughter was a warm vibration under your cheek as he reached up to playfully tousle your hair. "Since when did that work?"

"Since never," you admitted with a grin, pressing a kiss to his chest. "But it was worth a shot."

Wolffe hummed noncommittally, kissing the top of your head. "In a minute. I'm comfortable." You couldn't argue with that. The warmth of his body and his musky scent were lulling you into a peaceful state. You let out a contented sigh, snuggling closer.

"So," Wolffe broke the silence after a few moments, "Tell me more about this neighbour of yours. The one with the 'stupid amount of abs' and 'really nice ass'."

You playfully swat his chest. "Jealous, Commander?"

"Hardly," he scoffed, but his arm tightened around you. "Just curious about the competition.”

“He has a boyfriend,” you giggled. "Oh?" Wolffe's eyebrow shot up. "And how do you know that?"

You shrugged. "Saw them together in the turbolift. Very handsy. His boyfriend is a Twi'lek."

A raspy chuckle reverberating through his chest. "Well, cyar’ika, there goes your fantasy threesome."

"Who said anything about a threesome fantasy?" you propped yourself up on an elbow to look at him. "Maybe I was thinking about a foursome."

"Hmm, I'm not sure how I feel about sharing you."

“What about making me a jogan tart?”

"You're not going to let that go, are you?"

"Nope," you grinned, popping the 'p'. "I've been craving it all week."

He sighed in exasperation, but you could see the affection in his eyes. "Fine. Let me clean up and I'll start on it."

You beamed, pressing a quick kiss to his lips before rolling off him. "You're the best."

"I know," he said, but before you could get too far, he grabbed your wrist and pulled you right back in, kissing you slow, indulgent, giving you all the time he had in the galaxy.

Then, with that military efficiency, he got off the bed and headed straight for the kitchen, already on his next mission. You flopped onto your back, grinning at the ceiling, the warmth of the moment still cocooning you. The episode of Sex and the Ecumenopolis that had been playing in the background was long over, replaced by the holoseries app’s main menu, idly looping trailers for other shows you had no intention of watching. You grabbed the remote and switched off the holovision. No need to waste credits on unnecessary power - especially not when Wolffe was already rolling his eyes at the last utility bill.

Jogan tart secured. Mission accomplished.

[mae-lou-ron]

Keeping You Around

Pairing: Commander Wolffe x reader

Summary: Commander Wolffe's assignment to embark on a reconnaissance mission takes an unexpected turn when he finds himself stranded with you—a development he was far from prepared to deal with.

Warnings: hurt/comfort, canon typical descriptions of violence and mild injury, mando'a nicknames, mutual pining, idiots in love arguing, Wolffe kriffs up, stubborn Wolffe is stubborn, but stubborn reader is stubborn. Fluff and slightly suggestive at the end.

Word Count: 3,700 (it was supposed to be like 500 but again, brevity is not my strength, okay?)

A/N: Real talk I wrote this in about 3 hours last night. Barely proofread bc I’m a dangerous woman trying to stop falling down editing rabbit holes at 3am. Lots of familiar tropes and scenarios ahead, but my goal was to practice writing conflict dialogue and thought Wolffe would be fun to try. Inspired to write this while watching Nick and Jess argue in New Girl S1E22 😜

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"Cyar'ika!" Wolffe's voice boomed through the dilapidated hangar, the sudden sound of it nearly making you drop your spanner. "Cyar- Maker… there you are. What is wrong with you?!" Wolffe demanded as he strode over to you from a room off to the side, angrily trying to get his pauldron to snap back into place.

"Ah, Commander, I see you’ve regained consciousness," you said drily, not looking up from the panel you were rewiring. Your hands were growing tired, just like the rest of you from the tedious task of fixing the power supply in hopes of getting a signal out to the 104th.

"Care to explain why I woke up in a strange room with half my kit off?" Wolffe demanded, his voice a dripping with irritation.

"Because you were much easier to drag without it… and I needed to make sure you weren't bleeding internally while you were unconscious," you said matter-of-factly. "I'm sorry—if I had time to wait for you to come around, I would have asked," you said, your voice losing its edge incrementally as you met his eyes for the first time. “Not like you would have admitted you were injured anyway,” you muttered under your breath.

He regarded you carefully, his expression severe. You could see his mind racing through a hundred scenarios while he’d been unconscious, though thankfully none had come to pass. His ARC trooper instincts kicked in as his eyes scanned the space for potential threats.

"Relax," you sighed. "I cleared the place, there's no one here. By the state of things I don’t think anyone has been here for a long time,” you gestured around to the various consoles and furniture covered in a thick layer of dust and debris. “Except for the scurriers, at least,”

"How… where's the shuttle?" he turned his head towards the closed hangar doors. No shuttle in sight.

"About 5 klicks east where we crashed it…" The panel before you flickered a few times, the power pulsing it to life before it cut out again. "Dank farrik!" you swore and kicked the side of it as the last of your patience with the blasted thing finally left your body. "It's no use, I can't keep the power on long enough to start anything up," you grumbled as you pulled yourself to your feet, wiping your hands on your flight suit in frustration.

When you looked up at Wolffe, he was staring at you with the same unreadable expression. His brow furrowed slightly as he took in your disheveled appearance and the scattered tools around you. His hands perched on his belt, mismatched eyes glittering.

"What?" you shrugged, slightly unnerved by his stern gaze.

"Where we crashed it, Lieutenant?" Wolffe's deep voice thick with implication. "The last thing I remember is you ignoring my direct order to put the ship down in that clearing."

"If I had, the clankers would have advanced on our position, cutting off what looked like the only civilian escape route,” you countered. "Landing further away drew them to us instead…it wasn’t part of the plan to get shot down…" you added as you remembered the chaos of the crash. The impact had been jarring, a barrage of tree branches cracking against the hull like breaking limbs. A second impact threw an already off balance Wolffe into one of the wall panels, knocking him out.

You managed to keep the shuttle in the air long enough to find a patch where the trees thinned out. In all honesty, it wasn't even your worst landing to date. As soon as it stopped moving, you immediately went to Wolffe. The shuttle was trashed, but you thanked the Maker one of the speeders stowed within it had survived. With great difficulty, you dragged Wolffe's unconscious form from the wreck, your muscles screaming in protest as you moved him to a safer distance away. There you were able to quickly assess his injuries, relief washing over you when you found a strong pulse and no signs of severe trauma. A few bruised or broken ribs, maybe, and thankfully he was wearing his helmet in the crash, but you still needed to check him for a concussion.

With Wolffe secured, you turned your attention to finding shelter, knowing that staying put wasn't an option. Your initial scans of the area indicated a hidden structure not too far from your position. So, with even greater difficulty, you heaved him onto the back of the speeder with whatever supplies you could quickly grab, and took off to higher ground.

“We’re both alive, relatively unscathed, gave the civilians a chance to escape, I handled it, Wolffe,” you reasoned, annoyed but not surprised at his reaction. Wolffe was a textbook control freak, but over the last year it had become almost endearing to you. Relishing in the way his eyes widened when he was flustered, or how his gravely tone would elevate ever so slightly when you pissed him off.

Like right now.

"Maybe if you listened to orders for once, you wouldn't have had to," Wolffe retorted, through gritted teeth.

You rolled your eyes. "Oh, because you're such a shining example of following protocol?" Referring to all the times Wolffe and General Plo bent protocol to keep their men alive, to secure the mission’s success.

"That's different and you know it," he growled, taking a step closer.

"How? How is it different, Wolffe?" you challenged.

He hesitated for a moment, then sighed. "Because I'm trying to keep you safe, dammit."

"And who's been keeping you safe?" you raised your voice, your frustration bubbling. He bristled, but you could tell your words surprised him when he deflected back to you.

“You can’t just keep running into the fray like that, you’re going to get yourself killed!”

“Ok, that’s actually kinda hilarious coming from you,” you chuckled sardonically.

“You’re not a soldier…and lately you seem set on going against everything I say trying to keep you alive!” his voice grew louder with every word.

“Wow, Wolffe. Do you even hear yourself?!” the words came out of your mouth, stopping him in his tracks, scowling at his puzzled expression.

“What?" he snapped in a deep voice. His eyes blazed with both anger and confusion, clearly caught off guard by your outburst. The tension in the air was palpable as you both stood there, locked in a silent standoff.

“I can take care of myself, and believe it or not, I always have, with or without you around,” you growled. “And I don’t appreciate you making me out to be this fragile little thing who needs to be taken care of…I volunteered for this mission, and I dragged your heavy ass here away from the droids while you were taking a nap,”

“I wasn’t aware I was responsible for what happened while I was unconscious, cyar’ika,” his tone filled with warning.

"And I certainly wasn't aware that saving your life would piss you off so badly," you spat, your chest heaving with exasperation.

The tension between you simmered, neither willing to yield. Wolffe had been acting strangely ever since he learned you volunteered for this mission. His behavior grew even more peculiar when you were paired to conduct recon scans for command. It made sense—you were a decorated pilot, and he was a decorated commander—yet his unease was obvious.

While Wolffe is a lot of things, he is not someone who will willingly talk about his feelings. So you stood there, glaring at each other, both too stubborn to acquiesce. You were slowly moving towards one another, your determination coming off you in waves.

“When are you going to stop being so stubborn,” he said, chest puffing out slightly.

“Maybe I’m waiting for you to do the same,” you hissed.

“Don’t count on it, cyar’ika.” he took another step in your direction. The clones were already formidable in their presence, but Wollfe’s brightly painted armor made his presence even more powerful. It took you gritting your teeth and clenching your fists at your side to quell the impulses that were firing in your brain. You closed the distance, showing you weren’t going to back down. Not on this.

“Well, Commander, next time I’ll be sure to avoid any missions you’re assigned to, then you won’t have to carry my ‘dead weight’ around…” you half regretted the words as soon as they left your tongue, you wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt that maybe— maybe you’d misheard things. But it looked like you were going down this road anyway.

His eyes flashed with anger, but also a realization at your words. For a moment, you saw a flicker of vulnerability beneath his tough exterior. But as quickly as it appeared, it was gone, replaced by a sheepish anger that spoke volumes.

“Yeah Wolffe, I overheard you talking to Rex before we left,” you said as you bit back the fire in your lungs. “Ironic, don’t you think?” you sighed after a few long moments of silence.

Wolffe's conversation with Rex had echoed in your mind, each word a dagger twisting deeper into your heart, fueling your pain. You couldn't shake the feeling, the knowledge that someone you cared for so deeply likely saw you as nothing more than a burden.

His face fell as your words deflated him. “You…” he sighed. “You weren’t supposed to hear that…”

“Clearly. But now that I know how you really feel about my abilities we can stop pretending, so thanks for that I guess,” you looked at the floor, unable to keep the hurt from your voice now.

Wolffe's expression shifted, a sadness crossing his features. He reached out but stopped mid-air, unsure. "That's not... I didn't mean it like that," he said, his voice softer now, tinged with a hint of desperation. "You have to understand, cyar’ika, the situation is-"

“Will you stop calling me that!?” You nearly screamed, your voice echoing off the bare walls in the hangar. You could have sworn he winced, the only sound being the wind blowing through the cracks in the door. Wolffe opened his mouth to speak, then closed it again, clearly struggling to find the right words.

"I would never speak about you like that, Wolffe, especially not to Rex," your voice was uncharacteristically small as you crossed your arms protectively. You had considered dropping the mission, faking an injury—anything to avoid this. But Wolffe was still one of your closest friends in the GAR; he'd have seen right through you. So instead, it lit a fire in you to prove him wrong. You knew it was childish to crave his approval, to want him to be proud of you. But what else could you do when you were desperately in love with the man?

Wolffe's eyes searched your face as he stepped closer, shoulders slumped incrementally, but his voice was low and earnest. "Those words were never meant to hurt you," he softly called you cyar'ika again. You ignored it, waiting for him to continue. "What you heard... it wasn't what you think." He reached out once more, but you stood firm against the pull of his warmth. "Please, let me explain?"

His tone was softer than you'd ever heard from him. A tingle ran down your spine as you glanced at his hand, then back into his tawny eye. Swallowing the lump in your throat, you raised your eyebrows, daring him to continue.

"I'm all ears, Commander."

Wolffe grabbed a nearby stool and pointed at it, which you took only after he took a seat on the stool opposite you. He suppressed another wince with a hand over his ribs, you’d apply more bacta later, you thought to yourself as your knees nearly bumped his, but you ignored that too as he let out a ragged sigh. Running a hand through his cropped hair, he sent a few tendrils astray and you had to avert your gaze to avoid being distracted by the sight.

"You’re right, I didn't want you to come here with me," he said quietly. When he felt you bristle and open your mouth to protest, he touched his fingertips to your knee, seeking permission before he continued. “But then you volunteered- and what was I supposed to tell you- tell them?”

“You didn’t think I could handle it,” you said softly shaking your head and shifting in your seat with your eyes still on the floor.

"It's not that," Wolffe said, his voice low. He leaned forward, his knuckle gently nudging your chin. When you looked up he was gazing at you with an intensity that made your heart thrum. You could feel the weight of what he was trying to say in his long pause. “I didn’t think that I could handle it,” he confessed, eyes guarded as he gauged your response.

Wolffe's confession caught you off guard, revealing a rare vulnerability beneath his gruff exterior. The bands around your heart loosened as understanding dawned, pieces falling into place. His overprotective nature, steely demeanor, and reluctance to have you on this mission suddenly made sense. Gently, you placed your fingertips over his where they rest on your knee, a silent acknowledgment of this newfound insight. But still, what he said to Rex still had its bitter sting.

“Anything would have been better than you letting Rex think I was a liability, Wolffe,”

“I know…I’m…sorry, I can’t even imagine how angry I’d have been if I were you." He paused, his eyes searching yours.

“I’m still angry,” you said quietly, but a glimmer of your softening resolve shone through, he saw it making his posture relaxing incrementally.

“And I deserve it,” he turned his hand over beneath yours, wrapping his gloved fingers around your palm. The gesture surprising both of you. “I’ll talk to Rex as soon as we get out of here- but I don’t even think I’ll need to once he reads our mission report,” he mused.

You both sat in silence for a moment, the weight of your conversation hanging between you. The anger that had fueled your argument earlier had dissipated, replaced by a different kind of tension. Wolffe's thumb traced gentle circles on the back of your hand.

“I won’t make this mistake again, I promise you,” he said before he brought your hand to his lips, gently pressing them to your knuckles. You felt his breath fan over your skin, making your own breath stop in your throat at this unfamiliar, but not unwelcome side of Wolffe.

“Thank you,” you murmured as you moved your hand from his lips to his cheek. "We've always been quite the team," your eyes locked with his mismatched gaze. “We can protect one another. Together. I don’t need a savior, I just need to know you’ve got my back, as I have yours. I always will…”

Wolffe's eyes softened, a mix of gratitude and admiration shining through. He leaned in, pressing his forehead against yours in a gentle Keldabe kiss. "Always, cyar’ika," he murmured, his voice low and filled with promise. "Together.”

You chuckled softly at his pet name for you. "Wolffe, why do you keep calling me that?" The question had been on your mind for a while, but you'd never asked before. Truthfully, you were afraid to know the answer. You'd always assumed it was some kind of teasing nickname, especially given how his brothers snickered whenever it slipped from his lips around them.

Wolffe shifted uncomfortably under your gaze. A strange and unfamiliar site, but you couldn’t help but smile internally at your ability to unearth this side of him. After a moment, Wolffe seemed to find some resolve. His gloved hand reached up and brushed a stray hair from your eyes. When you looked at his face again you swore you saw pink in the man’s cheeks.

Wolffe can blush? You thought to yourself, eyes growing wide at this information. “It’s mando’a…there are words in basic that would cover it, but it’s…it’s more like a feeling. A sentiment…” he trailed off. His eyes softened as he looked at you, a hint of vulnerability in his expression. "The closest thing I can think of is…darling, beloved," Wolffe swallowed, his voice low and tender.

The realization dawned on you like a class two Venator crashing down, and between all the tension from the mission and trying to survive on this rock, you could help but burst into a fit of soft laughter.

“What?” Wolffe looked confused.

“So it doesn’t mean ‘idiot’?” You bit the inside of your cheek to stop your giggles.

Wolffe chuckled, a rare smile tugging at his lips. "No, cyar'ika. It definitely doesn't mean 'idiot'." He paused, his eyes crinkling as they met yours.

“I sure feel like one right now,” you murmured, your eyes distant thinking back to some of the times it slipped out in conversation.

“I’m the dik’ut in this case, cyar’ika,” he gazed at you softly, hand brushing another stray hair from your face.

“Well…” you said, leaning in closer. Your skin flushed with the renewed electricity between you. “I suppose it’s alright, now that I know why your brothers have been laughing when you say it…”

Wolffe slapped his forehead. "Kriff," he muttered, shaking his head. "I'll need to have a word with them when we get back." His eyes softened as they met yours again, a hint of amusement dancing in them. "But right now, I'd rather focus on you, cyar'ika." His hand cupped your cheek, thumb brushing gently across your skin as he leaned in closer. "Have you any idea how long I've wanted to kiss that scowl off your face?" he said softly, his nose brushing against yours. He paused there, giving you time to pull away.

You scowled at him for good measure, “So, what are you going to do about it, Commander?” You whispered, eyes locked on his.

Wolffe's eyes narrowed, something swirling in their depths. Without another word, he closed the distance between you, his lips capturing yours in a tentative kiss. His hand cupped the back of your neck, pulling you closer as he poured all his unspoken emotions into the gesture. When you finally parted, breathless and redfaced, he rested his forehead against yours, a soft smile playing on his lips.

“Believe me now, cyar’ika?”

"Yes..." you murmured dreamily, your eyes still closed. "But I think I could use a little more convincing," you added, savoring his taste as your tongue grazed your bottom lip. He grinned and leaned in again, this time with more fervor, eager to kiss you properly—to kiss you the way he'd always longed to but never thought he could.

“Thank you,” he murmured against your lips.

You swallowed thickly, your eyebrows knitting together slightly. “What for?”

He put both of his hands on your cheeks, thumbs caressing your skin lightly. You found your eyes fluttering closed at his touch.

“For saving my life,” he whispered.

Your eyes snapped open. The sincerity in his voice made your heart skip a beat. You couldn't help but smile, your hand coming up to cover his on your cheek.

“Don’t mention it,” you grinned. “I’m sure you’ll get your chance to repay the favor before we get out of here,” you chuckled.

“At least once, I reckon,” he huffed, the corner of his mouth twitching. “and about ‘cyar’ika’— I won’t call you that anymore, not if you don’t want me to. It just sort of…slips out…”

You interrupted him by ghosting your lips over his. “Don’t you ever stop calling me that…”

He smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he leaned in to kiss you again. The warmth of his lips against yours sent a shiver down your spine, and you found yourself melting into his embrace. As you pulled apart, breathless and giddy, you couldn't help but think that maybe, just maybe, this insane mission had been worth all the trouble after all.

“Now,” he said, reluctantly pulling away. “As much as I’d like to see where this goes, cyar’ika, we should probably get back to finding a way to contact General Plo,” he said with the faintest edge of regret in his voice.

“I would have gotten it working if you hadn’t interrupted me,” you teased.

Wolffe chuckled, shaking his head. "Is that so? Well, I suppose we'll never know now." He stood up, offering you his hand. "Come on, let's see if I can get that comm working while you get some rest. I can tell you haven’t slept since the crash," His eyes sparkled with a new affection and familiar determination, reminding you why you'd fallen for this gruff commander in the first place.

“I still need to check you for a concussion…” you pointed your finger into his chest plate as he guided you towards the room he’d just left.

“Oh I think it’s safe to say I am— so you’re just going to have to figure out a way to keep me awake tonight I guess, Lieutenant,” he said ominously, but his face gave nothing away.

You couldn't help but laugh. "Is that an order, Commander?" you teased, quirking an eyebrow at him. Wolffe's lips curled up in a rare, mischievous smirk as he pulled you closer, his voice low and husky as he murmured close to your ear. "Consider it a personal request, cyar'ika."

[winniethewife]

Are you with me? (Commander Wolffe x F!Reader)

Gif by @starwarscolors

Words: 1135

Warnings: Mild Spoilers for The Bad Batch season 3.

Wolffe paced the room a few times. He couldn’t get the idea out of his head. Rex was alive, he was fighting against the empire, and so were other clones. He hadn’t even considered it. Rex’s voice echoed in his mind. “As your brother, I'm asking you to do the right thing.”

What is the right thing? The right thing…He needed to get out, he needs to leave. He starts to look around, fearful for a second as if someone could read his mind, but there was no one else in sight. Wolffe sighed, he knew he needed to leave, but he knew he couldn’t yet, not without her. He had to find her, convince her to leave with him. If he asked, she would go…Right? He needed to know.

He made his way to her sector of the base. Hoping he would be able to pull her aside. He thought about how they had met, when she was working with the republic as a intelligence officer, she had intercepted separatist transmissions and decoded them, but now that she worked for the empire she was practically s secretary, but working for the empire was the only way they could stay close, so she had continued the work. He thinks about the long nights they used to talk for hours about life after the war, this was not at all what they had imagined. There was no home in a nice town on her home planet, there were no small feet pattering around. How had he lost sight of those things so quickly? As he approached her desk he couldn’t help but feel the reality of their lives crashing down on him. The way she looked, the light in her eyes had faded away. The way she didn’t look out the window day dreaming as he walked up to her, she was focused on the data pad in front of her. He cleared his throat and she looked up, a slight smile on her face.

“Commander, how can I help you?” Her professional tone sounded wrong to him. Wolffe was beginning to realize how wrong it all was.

“Can we talk? Alone.” He said with urgency, her brow furrowed and she stood from her desk to follow him. He walked with her at a brisk pace to an alcove where he hoped they wouldn’t be noticed. He grabs her waist and pulls her into a close embrace. She gasps, this was unexpected, as they had not been very close as of late, since joining the empire, before she could ask what was happening she felt the cold wall on her back and his hot breath on her ear as he whispered to her. “I’m getting us out of here. I am so sorry I didn’t see it sooner, how wrong this is, how unhappy you are here. You deserve better, you deserve the best in the galaxy and you aren’t going to find that here, I realize this now. Cyar’ika, I’m…I’m so sorry.” He feels like these word are barely enough. Her heart flutters, this is exactly what she had dreamed of, but had given up on long ago. She leans in gently to kiss his cheek and whisper back.

“Let’s run, run far and fast away from all this, we’ll run so fast and far they’ll never see it coming.” She looks into his eyes, and he sees just the beginnings of a glimmer of the light that he had loved so much. He smiles at her, laughing softly.

“You know there’s no looking back, after this, are you sure?’ He asked as he reaches to gently caress her face.

“I’ve never been so sure of anything, just you and me. No one to stop us or tell us what to do.” She lets her face rest in his hand, gazing wistfully at him. He knew then for sure, that this was the only way to go. It was the two of them, and no one else. He pressed his lips to hers, feverishly needing that moment of closeness, the taste of her on his lips. It gave him the courage, his path seemed more clear than it had in a very long time. Wolffe knew just who to call. The face that had been haunting him, His brother. It was time to do the right thing. As he pulled away from the kiss he locked eyes with her for a moment before releasing her from his grasp. He took a step away, she straightened herself.

“Wait for my signal, and we’ll run.” He says softly. As he starts to walk away he looks back over his shoulder to see her smiling at him. She shakes her head.

“Don’t look back, Don't ever look back.” She says firmly.

~

After that day they never did. Rex was more than happy to arrange transport to get the both of them out of there. It was all going to plan, his hand wrapped around hers as they made it through the forest, trying to make it to the rendezvous point before they were noticed. Wolffe felt like his heart wouldn’t settle. Every mission, every success, every failure, it all came down to this. His nerves sky rocketed as he heard as sound far behind them, he didn’t look back, just held her hand tighter as they moved even faster through the trees. The darkness of the night covered their escape, their only hope to get away. She held his hand tightly as they took the unfamiliar path to the cliffside. She felt her heart in her throat as she could see the trees thin out ahead, they were almost there. Almost free. Just as the rocky ridge came into view so did a ship, and a familiar figure, in the darkness they were almost impossible to see, but Wolffe knew.

“Rex, thank the maker.” Wolffe said relived as they walked up to him. Rex threw his arms around the two of them for a brief moment before ushering them onto the shuttle. As they sat down and the ship flew out of view of the imperial base a sense of relief washed over them.

“Its good to see you both, especially given the last time we saw each other.” Rex chuckled. He looked at Wolffe. “I’m glad to see you found the right path.”

“I wouldn’t have without you, something I’m sure we’re both thankful for” He says wrapping his arm around her. She leaned into him as the two brothers continued to talk, for the first time, in a long time, they were together, and they were safe. As she started to drift to sleep she felt Wolffe pull her in closer and kiss the top of her head.

“Just You and Me, from here on out.”

~

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Just Breathe

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Doesn’t sound like it”

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

“It’s okay, cyar’ika. I got you.”

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

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

“Wolffe, what’s wrong?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Wolffe, your finger is broken!”

“Like I said, not a big deal.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I don’t think. I know.”

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

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

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

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

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

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[justaparsec94]

Exchange

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

Pairing: Wolffe x fem!reader

Word Count: 4,039

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I am. Love you. Sleep well. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Wolffe chuckled softly, “Hungry?” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[clone-anon-after-dark]

I’m Sorry (Wolffe x F!Reader)

Word Count: 2068

Warnings: NSFW, minors DNI, fingering, unprotected PiV

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He helped you out of your nice outfit.  He kissed you as your clothes hit the floor.  You helped him out of his clothes in return, slowly kissing a pattern along his collar bones and smiling as he let out a little moan.  His calloused hands ran gently across your breasts causing your nipples to pucker, and down your back, reaching around to grab your ass as he started kissing your neck.  You laid down in bed together, facing each other, and he stopped as he was about to reach for your heated cunt.

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

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

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

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

Wolffe took his time loving you, helping you rest your leg further up his hip to give him easier access while sucking gently on your neck.  You leaned your head back and inhaled deeply.  Wolffe smelled like campfire and lust and earth and beauty.  He tasted like day old caf and his hands felt like protective tenderness.  His essence was grounding and sent you into orbit at the same time.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You, please.”

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

He kneeled and adjusted your hips higher, placing a pillow underneath.  His thrusts resumed and you gasped as he rubbed your pulsing clit with tenderness.  

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

Wolffe smiled, working you through your orgasm and easing off the highly sensitive nub once he knew you were done. He held on to your legs, and buried himself inside you.  He came with a soft grunt and you smiled in satisfaction at the view.

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

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

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

“I love you Wolffe,” you said softly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Tagging: @cloneloverrrrr @staycalmandhugaclone

[coffeeandbatboys]

His New Religion (Wolffe x Fem!Reader)

for my friend @alegendoftomorrow in the @cloneficgiftexchange!

A/N: So this ended up summing up a lot of what happened before, during and after Right Here Waiting and its wedding sequel, part 2, which I know Legend had read, so my brain took the idea and ran with it.

Warnings: a little bit of angst, some awkward fluffies and a badly summed up slow burn with a happy ending

Prompt(s): “But somewhere there's a light//A sign that it's alright//I find it by your side” (New Religion, The Heydaze),

“Always thought those feelings, they were stories not made for me // It's terrifying, but I'm pretty certain it's worth it” || “I didn't know you were something I could need // Until you, until you loved my everything // The good, the bad, the in between, all of me” || “But all the hell we've been through had a purpose // Together we are chaos and it's perfect” (I Didn’t Know, Sofia Carson)

Wordcount: 856

If someone had sat cadet cc-3636 down and told him that he'd be living with the love of his life one day…

…He would have broken out laughing.

And yet Wolffe, the grumpy, no-nonsense commander of the 104th, had melted like a puddle the first night he spent in your embrace.

The two of you had met during a whirlwind campaign. You had needed him to sign some forms to accept supply restocks, and he’d obliged with a grumble, voicing his negative remarks about ‘redundant protocols’.

The next meeting happened in the mess hall. You’d been covering for a friend in the food line when you caught his sharp, analyzing gaze. With a blush and a smile, you served him his rations, a begrudgingly mumbled ‘thanks’ reaching your ears.

A few weeks later and it was in the medbay. You'd dropped a box on your foot, earning yourself a broken toe, while Wolffe had garnered a blaster graze to the bicep. He was reserved as usual, but engaged in some awkward, short-lived conversation about your odd jobs in the GAR while the medics patched the two of you up.

After that, you didn't see him for a long while.

And one night you found him at the door of your quarters, pacing; deciding whether he should knock or not. That was the night he had first asked you out on date.

Shore leave dates turned into nights curled in each others’ loving embrace and soft mornings filled with nothing but bliss. Harrowing weeks apart turned into joyful reunions and a growing love between you.

And one night, all of that became your beloved Wolffe falling to a knee and asking for the honor of your hand in marriage. You'd never given a second thought about saying yes.

You vividly remember after that weekend the way he kissed you goodbye and promised to return safely.

But as fate would have it, he was taken away from you. The Empire rose out of the Republic's ashes, throwing everyone's lives into pure chaos and cutting the ties between you and your love.

You didn't see your fiancé for a year. Instead, you'd joined a network of rogue clones that led you to Rex, and had began working with them.

Then there was Teth, where you saw him again, but not as an ally. You were glad to see Wolffe, despite the reunion being marred by grief and despair. But oh, how you wanted to reach out and bring him back into your arms, even knowing he wasn't the same.

Weeks passed, and he seemed to make his decision when Rex and Echo brought him back to the new base. He danced around the subject for a while, afraid to find out what you would say. But one look into your hopeful eyes was all it took for him to break down in your arms.

The two of you wed in a simple ceremony, surrounded by his brothers, who had become just as much family to you. In that moment, the trials of the past gave way to a hopeful future, with you and Wolffe facing the challenges of a tumultuous galaxy together.

Now today, as you look out into the setting sun, you smile. Who would have thought that a love tested by loyalty, betrayal and heartache would heal in such a way?

Wolffe hums behind you, arms wrapping around your waist as a kiss is pressed behind your ear.

“If you keep staring at the sun, Mesh’la,” he remarks, squeezing you a little. “—you'll go blind.”

You laugh brightly and wiggle around to face him. He smiles and let's his lips brush across your cheeks, nose and forehead, before landing on your own in a tender kiss.

“I suppose I have something better to stare at here,” you tease. The golden hour glow highlights his best features. His hair has begun to gray at the temples, silver strands fading into his thick curls, and his cybernetic eye glitters in the sunlight. His jaw bears a little bit of stubble; a deliberate choice, you assume.

“Oh?” He asks, forehead resting gently upon yours.

“Yeah,” you answer, reaching up to caress his scar. His eyes flutter closed.

“What's going on in that beautiful mind of yours, huh?

You smile. “I was just thinking. About us.” Your head rests against his shoulder as a warm breeze dusts both of you.

He hums deeply in acknowledgment, a kiss being placed to your temple.

“Also known as: a scratch and dent clone falls in love with a smart, caring, drop dead gorgeous woman?”

You laugh lightly and shake your head. “More like, How a man and woman’s love made it through all sorts of trials.”

Wolffe’s face falls a little, but you cup his cheek to turn his gaze toward you.

“And what happened is in the past. We have all the time in the world now, yeah?”

He smiles ever so slightly and holds you close. “Yeah Mesh'la. That sounds perfect.”

And he thinks now that he’s had a taste of love, he can get used to it for the long run.

[xxidontwikeitxx]

Screaming.

PROFESSER WOLFF IS CANONNNN.

@wetforwolff @harleysarchive

Credit: @mercedesamgf1 on Instagram

[vodika-vibes]

Hello Vodika!

I don't know if you accept requests, but I would like to make one request. Could I have a request regarding our Commanders (Cody, Wolffe, Fox, Bly, Ponds, Gree, Neyo and Bacara) where they will seen their S/O in 79's dressed in their battalion colors? I wonder how the boys will react to this. 😉😏

I greet you warmly and wish you all the best in your life! ❤

His Colors

Pairings: Commander Cody x Reader, Commander Wolffe x Reader, Commander Fox x Reader, Commander Bly x Reader, Commander Neyo x Reader

Word Count: 2041 in total

Warnings: Some suggestive comments and actions

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni @imabeautifulbutterfly

A/N: hi there! I do always accept requests, so thank you very much for yours! I made the choice to only pick five Commanders of the ones you listed since I felt like it was going to get repetitive (and I don't know Ponds or Gree all that well).

Commander Cody x Reader - Orange at 79s

Cody’s mouth goes dry when he sees her.

She’s clad in a tight dress. It's tight enough that Cody’s not actually sure how she’s breathing, let alone walking. 

And it’s orange.

The same shade of orange that decorates the front of his armor. 

She sees him, and a blinding smile crosses her face, as she waves at him. He watches her say something to her friend, and then she hurries over to him and flings herself into his arms, “Cody!”

“Cyare,” His voice is slightly hoarse, “You look—” He trails off, not having the right words to describe her look.

Her smile brightens, “You like?”

Cody’s hands settle, tightly, on her hips, pulling her flush against him. He’s still dressed in his armor and, for the first time, he wishes he had something a little more casual to wear.

Her smile, somehow, brightens even more. “Good. I bought it for you to enjoy.”

“Yeah?”

She leans in so her painted lips hover over his ear, “My lingerie matches.” She whispers.

Cody is pretty sure that her comment just broke something in his brain, because the only thing he can think of, now, is pale orange lingerie against her pretty skin.

“Why would you tell me that?” He asks, “Now I can’t think of anything else,”

She laughs, and Cody’s heart swells, “Good. Now I’m sure I’ll be able to keep your attention.”

Commander Wolffe x GN!Reader - Grey at the Park

You’re late. You’re very late. 

It’s not your fault that there was an accident right outside your work, and you were stuck waiting for the traffic police to clean up the mess before you could leave.

But you’re still late.

You didn’t even have time to change. You’re still wearing your boring, grey scrubs. You went and bought a very nice outfit for your date with Wolffe.

And now you aren’t even going to be able to wear it.

It’s enough to make you want to cry.

Hopefully, Wolffe will still be waiting for you. He said he would, but you were supposed to meet an hour ago.

You wouldn’t blame him in the slightest for leaving.

You hurry into the park, heading straight for the meeting point. The meeting point is the bench near the fountain, the bench where you met him for the first time.

And he’s still there. A datapad in his hand, his gaze locked on the small device. You slow from your quick walk as you approach him. He really is so handsome.

He must have a sixth sense devoted to noticing people staring at him, though, because he lifts his gaze and meets yours. You watch as his gaze flickers down to your outfit, and you feel a surge of self-consciousness. 

Scrubs aren’t designed to look flattering on anyone, after all.

You nervously smooth your hand down the front of your scrubs as he stands and walks over to you, an unusual smile on his handsome face. “I’m so sorry I’m late,” You start, “I didn’t even have time to go home and change. I bought an outfit that’s more attractive than—”

You stop when his hand presses against your cheek, and he leans in to catch your lips with his.

He breaks the kiss and you stare up at him in confusion. And then you realize that your scrubs are the same color as the grey on his armor.

“You look really good in my colors, cyar’ika.” He murmurs, “How about, instead of going to dinner, we go back to your place, and I show you just how good I think you look.”

And your face burns with flustered embarrassment.

You suppose he likes it.

Commander Fox x GN!Reader - Red in the Senate Archives

Fox sighs as he folds his arms as he scans the archives.

It’s empty. Of course, it is. No one comes to the archives unless they need something.

He impatiently drums his fingers on his vambrace, seriously considering leaving. He has work to do, he shouldn’t have to wait for them to show up to do their job.

“Sorry, sorry! I’m here!” Fox turns when he hears a familiar voice and the, even more, familiar sound of heavy boots on the tiled floor. He’s not able to smother his smile when they come to a stop in front of him.

“You’re late, little bird.” Fox chides, though there’s no heat in his voice as he looks them over. They ran here from the lifts, obviously, there’s sweat on their brow and their short hair is plastered to their forehead.

“I know, I know. I’m sorry. The Chancellor needed me to deliver something to Senator Organa,” They gasp out, pressing their hand over their heart. 

“You need to work out more.”

“Do not.”

“Do too.”

They scowl at him, and then unzip their jacket and toss it over the back of a chair, “I’m in perfect health, thank you.”

Fox’s breath catches in his throat when he sees the shirt that they’re wearing. It’s silky, and sheer in some places. And the same color as his armor.

His little bird is wearing his colors.

Fox steps closer to them, absently tossing his gloves on the table as well, before he lightly catches the hem of the, surprisingly delicate, shirt. “What’s this?” He breathes out.

They turn so they’re facing Fox, “I bought a new shirt at lunchtime.” Their smile becomes playfully innocent, “Do you like it?”

Fox steps closer to them, his free hand sliding to the back of their neck, “Where’s the archivist?”

“Went home. It’s after closing time,” They reply.

Fox hums thoughtfully, and the hand that was lightly gripping the hem of their shirt moves to the topmost button, unfastening it. And then it slowly moves down the front of their shirt.

“Fox—”

“Well, since we’re alone,” Fox murmurs, as he leans in to hover his lips over theirs and slowly continues to unbutton their shirt, “How about you sing me a song, little bird?”

His comment is rewarded with a delighted giggle, and Fox leans in to seal his lips over theirs. 

His little bird wearing red is just not fair, really.

Commander Bly x F!Reader - Yellow at sunset

Bly’s not sure what he did to deserve the attention of someone as amazing as her. Especially since everyone and their cousin seems to think that he has a thing for his general.

Hell, even his girl thought that he had a thing for his general.

It had been a hassle trying to convince her differently. Luckily, General Secura had been more than happy to talk to her. And tell her all about her amazing girlfriend.

In any event, the conversation had been enough that she said yes when Bly asked her out. And the rest, as they say, is history.

Doesn’t mean that he understands why she wants him, of all men. But he’s not going to question it.

“Bly?”

Her voice, soft and musical, causes him to whip his head around, a broad smile already crossing his face.

And there she is.

Standing several feet away from him, her pretty hair pulled into a loose braid over one of her shoulders, her painted lips spread into a warm smile.

And clad in a dress in his colors.

That, and the way that the setting sun paints her in golds and oranges, Bly finds himself at a loss for words. 

Well, not really.

Only his words are all things like, “Marry me,” and “I love you”. Silly little comments like that.

Absently she plays with her braid, “Well, how do I look?” She asks shyly, “I know I don’t usually wear yellow—”

“You could wear a trash bag and still be the most stunning woman on any planet,” Bly says, once he manages to find his tongue.

She giggles, her hand coming up to cover her mouth.

If Bly ever has the displeasure of meeting the person who told her that her smile is weird-looking, he’s going to introduce them to his hunting knife. But he quickly shoves the thought to the side so he’s able to hurry to her side.

She smiles up at him as he stops in front of her, “You really like it?”

“I love it. You look amazing in my colors, you should wear them more often.” Bly lightly takes her hand in his and twirls her, pulling a startled laugh from her lips.

“Bly!”

“I just need to see from all angles,” He teases, as he twirls her again, the hem of her skirt flaring out, and twisting around her legs. “Yeah,” Bly breathes out, “You look perfect.”

“Thank you.”

He sets his free hand on her hip, “Dance with me?”

She averts her gaze, shyly. But there’s a smile on her lips as she nods. “As if you have to ask?”

Commander Neyo x F!Reader - Burgundy at the Winery

You smile politely at the sommelier as he approaches you. You offer him Neyo’s name and mention that he should already be here, and the older man smiles kindly, “He’s sitting in the back. Follow me.”

This isn’t your first date with Neyo, you’ve been dating for well over a year at this point, but he’s been deployed for the last six months, and this is your first proper date since the war ended.

As much as you’d like him to move in with you, Neyo refuses. Claiming that you’ve only been dating for six months and that more time is needed to determine if the pair of you are a good fit.

He’s not wrong, of course.

But he’s been your pick since the first day you met him. It’s disheartening to think that he doesn’t feel the same way.

You take a deep breath and smooth the velvety material of your burgundy dress. It’s new, and it might, very well, be the most expensive thing that you own. You had it specially made to match the burgundy of Neyo’s armor.

Hopefully, he’ll like it.

Hopefully, he still likes you.

You see Neyo before he sees you. He’s wearing a dark burgundy button-up shirt and some nice slacks. If you had to guess, the top two buttons probably aren’t buttoned, because that’s the kind of man he is.

He’s nursing a glass of wine.

You feel your heart clench. You really do love him more than life itself. You hope he knows that.

You can tell when Neyo sees you.

While your handsome Commander would never slouch, he was sitting casually. And the moment he sees you, he straightens in his seat. As you approach, you see his gaze dart down your body, and you see his severe mein fade into something more welcoming.

Well, welcoming for him, at least.

Neyo stands as you stop by his table, “Cyare,” He lightly takes your hand and presses a kiss to your knuckles. Now that you’re closer you can see just how much he appreciates how you look right now. “You look beautiful,”

You smile at him, all warmth and affection, and you watch as something soft creeps into his gaze, “Well, I wasn’t trying to match with you, but we do make quite a striking pair, I think.”

He chuckles and brushes the backs of his fingers against your cheek, “Well, we certainly look better than some of the people here,” He agrees, and then his gaze sweeps down your body again, and something like hunger slides into his gaze, “I’ll just have to behave myself until we’re alone.”

You tilt your head, questioningly.

“Ah, cyar’ika,” Heat runs down your spine at the molten way he says his pet name for you, “You’re wearing my colors. You didn’t expect me to not react, did you?”

A small smile lifts your lips, “Well, that’s something to look forward to, isn’t it?”

Neyo’s grin is small and secretive, but he lightly releases your hand and pulls out the chair next to him, “Your chair, cyare.”

“Well, thank you, Commander.” You sink into the seat and have to muffle your giggle as he sweeps your hair off your neck to press a lingering kiss against your neck. Tonight is going to be fun.

[happy-beeeps]

Stay.

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

WC: 1.1k

Pairing: Wolffe x gn!reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Who, Wolffe who?”

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

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

So you do your best.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Or you could stay a little longer?”

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

[cloneloverrrrr]

𝗦𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗜𝘃𝗲 𝗡𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗛𝗮𝗱 ⠀

𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝟵 𝗣𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝟭 ⠀

𝗥𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀:🔞 𝗠𝗶𝗻𝗼𝗿𝘀 𝗗𝗢 𝗡𝗢𝗧 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁 𝗠𝗮𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁

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

𝗪𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 6590

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

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𝗟𝗠𝗞 𝗶𝗳 𝗜 𝗺𝗶𝘀𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝗮𝗻𝘆𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 ☺️

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

Big shout out to my angels @lune-de-miel-au-paradis @hellhound5925 for always being there for me , being like my biggest ever fans & ofc adding in their own parts to this chapter LYBOTHSM🩷

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

Cute moodboard made by my lovely @lune-de-miel-au-paradis 🥰

Dividers by the my best boo @idontgetanysleep & PS IMISSUUUU🥲

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

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

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

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

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

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

Brow raised as you let out a small chuckle.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Wolffes gaze scans your face.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hello mesh’la” Wolffe greets you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Finn”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Wet already for me” his chuckle was dark.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Wolffe…” you whispered strained and huffed

“harder… please, harder…”

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

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

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

“Oh Wolffe- oh fuck yes”

Between your moans and groans you gasped for air.

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

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

Music to his fucking ears.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

His tone low, husky.

“I have something for you”

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

“May I?”

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

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

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

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

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

A giggle breaks the bewitching silence.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Fuck you look a sight in that dress”

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

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

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

A pathetic attempt.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Sir we have a situation outside”

A short uncomfortable pause.

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

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

“Sir yes sir!”

There it was again that short and rather uncomfortable pause.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Silence.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Thank you so much, and congrats again!!

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

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

SO!!

Love & War. Cody x f!reader

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

warnings: alcohol, slight angst, not beta'd

words: ~2k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

****

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What do you mean? Is there-?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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