A Yummy Little List Of Bi-han I'm Enjoy Myself Now. Been Looking For More Of The Man.

A yummy little list of Bi-han I'm enjoy myself now. Been looking for more of the man.

Okay Tomoka...back at you.

I need some Noob Saibot 👀

It’s real Noob loving hours, I’ve been kind of on a baby kink with Bi-Han lately, soooo hopefully you aren’t averse to breeding kinks. I have a couple Noob only fics in my master list:

A Quickie about Noob in bed

Knifeplay with Noob (Male Reader)

Noob Daddy Kink (Female Reader)

Cao Wo (Male Reader)

Female Reader with SZ Bi-Han and Noob Saibot

Fade to Black (female reader SZ Bi-Han and Noob Saibot)

Ok so with that shameless self promotion out of the way here’s a filthy little quickie, hope you enjoy it love!

Your eyes roll back as the wraith pulls your hair sharply and slams his cock deeper into your dripping pussy, you can’t help but cry out at the sensation. The pleasure mixed with pain has your thighs trembling and he’s barely just started with you, “Bi-Han,” you whimper in a voice you almost don’t recognize. It’s breathy and thickly laced with lust as you tighten around his thick cock, he pulls another cry from your lips almost immediately as he pulls out, leaving just the tip of his dick inside your tight hole before snapping his hips forward burying his length to the hilt.

“You’re such a little slut for my cock, you know that right, qīn?” he teases, not moving his hips, he just waits for you to do the work.

You whimper as you thrust your hips backward, desperate to be filled over and over again, “it’s not my fault, who said you were allowed to have such a big, thick,” you pause to cry out as you find your sweet spot and drive the wraith’s dick into it with each rock of your hips, “p-perfect cock. Fuck, it feels so good, please Bi-Han, please,” you cry his name and beg him as you fuck yourself on his impressive length.

Noob Saibot just smirks, enjoying having his ego stroked as much as he’s enjoying your tight pussy, “is that so?” He lets out a low chuckle as his cold hand connects with your pert ass and he pulls your hair tighter, his blunt fingernails digging into your scalp.

“Fuck! Fuck! I’m gonna cum,” you wail as you throw your hips back with reckless abandon, everything feels perfect right now. You shriek his name as your eyes roll back into your skull, mouth hanging open as drool pools down your chin as every muscle in your body locks and your velveteen pussy clamps down on the wraith’s thick cock. Your world comes undone as you shudder and tremble in his tight hold, he makes a low grunt as your pussy spasms around his dick, pulling it deeper and deeper inside your tight canal.

He allows you a moment or two to regain yourself, his smug smirk ever-present as he flips you over, he uses his heavy, well-sculpted body to easily force you onto your back and pushes your legs into your chest as he lifts your hips up to put your entire pussy and ass on display. The wraith stays on his knees as he mounts you, his thick cock forcing it's way back inside your slick hole, pulling a shaky moan from you, “now this is a good look for you,” he grabs your face to force you to look into his eerie white eyes, “absolutely desperate for my cock, but I know you better than that qīn, it’s not just my dick you want, it’s my seed,” his grin only grows as his tongue presses against his canine.

“Oh, oh! Fuck! Yes, Bi-Han! Oh please, please I need you to fill me up, it feels so good when you cum inside me,” you ramble incoherently as the wraith sets a fast pace and drives into your fluttering cunt hard enough to make it borderline painful but you love it when he loses control like this. “P-please aì rén, give me what I want, let me give you an heir, please, my body is desperate to give you a baby, please, please Bi-Han, I-I need your cum. I need to feel your icy load painting my unprotected womb white,” you tremble and shake from need with each deep hard thrust from the wraith. You don’t even care what you’re saying anymore, part of you is vaguely aware that you’re begging Bi-Han like a needy little bitch in heat, but his cock feels too good for you to care as you throw your head back and arch your back as his heavy, perfectly muscled body presses you into the mattress.

Noob Saibot lets out a shaky sigh, he’s heard you beg him for this so many times, but tonight, with you underneath him with your desperate, flushed expression he can’t help but give in, “you better not waste any of it, I expect your filthy little cunt to swallow every drop of my load, and you better give me a son, I won’t settle for a weak heir,” he grunts as he pounds into your tight, hot pussy.

You cry his name loudly, his words making your brain short circuit with desire, “oh please aì rén, I’ll give you the strongest son, he’ll be a powerful, unstoppable warrior just like you,” you pant out in between moans. Your toes curl and you bite your lip to try and stifle your cries as his cock continues to piston in and out of you, each thrust driving his thick-cock head against your cervix, the action sending full-body shudders throughout your entire body. “Oh fuck, fuck, fill me up, please paint my insides white!” You squeal before biting down on your lip hard enough to draw blood as a mix of blood and saliva drip down your chin and onto your heaving bosom. Your hands knot in the sheet below you as you teeter right on the edge of completion.

The wraith lets out a guttural groan as his hips falter as he dominates your hole with a few more erratic thrusts, “I’m going to fill you with so much cum you’re going to be choking on it,” he rasps as his blunt fingernails dig into the flesh of your supple hips. His hips stutter before he drives his cock all the way inside the tight confines of your hot pussy, burying it as deeply as he can before giving you a slight snarl as he empties his load inside your waiting cunt.

You scream his name as the wraith’s orgasm sends you over the edge, you pant and whimper as you feel the thick globs of cum pumping into you. Tears of satisfaction stream down your cheeks as you lay there completely at the wraith’s mercy, it feels so right, so perfect as you revel in each little twitch and pulse of his massive dick. “Th-thank you aì rén, that was so perfect, I won’t disappoint you, I swear,” you coo in a sweet, love-drunk voice.

The wraith makes no attempt to move, just laying on top of you, enjoying the warmth of your body, “just don’t make me regret it,” he grunts gruffly.

Me out here reading this after watching the venom two trailer really be like.

They did it, those crazy sons of bitches did it.

The thing I love most about the Venom movie is that there are only two ways they can start a sequel: either domestic bliss or dysfunctional roommates.

Human hand can’t reach the alarm? Venom got it, smash that alarm to bits. Too sleepy to find slippers? Cheeky little tentacle got you covered boo. Don’t forget to brush your symbiote’s teeth after you’re done brushing your own, and toss little bits of raw meat over your shoulder while cooking for your goo boyfriend to catch in their mouth.

VS

This is the third time this month Eddie has woken up on some random rooftop in his boxers because Venom got bored and took his body for a joyride. Parasite trying to steal your bacon? Swat that bitch away like a naughty pet. Get your own hand slapped away every time you try to reach for a beer. Eddie said no to McDonald’s so Venom just straight up ate a cat.

No matter which they choose, it’s gonna be gay.

He begins time to unstitch my courier coat

If I ever meet a Karl Heisenberg roleplayer its over for me 😳

Same.... cries

relic malfunction detected

This so so good!! Can I plez get in on the tag list. Becuase this man makes me vibe.

Welcome Company pt.5

A heavy knock on the front door ended any chance for either Wolffe or the girl to respond to his newly penned name for her. Not a moments paused lasted before another knock sounded, just as heavily as the last. Both Wolffe and the girl exchanged glances before turning back to the direction of the door.

“Does anyone know you’re here?” She asked quietly, rubbing a hand over her arm anxiously.

“I’m sure my men do.”

“You can go back into the room over there. If it’s not someone you want to see you, then you can stay there until they leave.” She nodded in the direction of the room with the rocking chair. “The door locks.” She added, giving him a shy smile before disappearing down the hall towards the front entrance.

Her hands shook slightly as she reached for the spy-hole on the door. With their backs to the door, buckets still covering their faces, two familiar troopers stood nodding back and forth like in conversation. A grey and blue paint she’d painstakingly re-touched graced their armor, with an even more recognizable wolf on their pauldron. Her heart stopped at the sight, realizing that these two were here to collect their commander.

She opened the door slowly, peaking her head out timidly to see their visors snap right to her.

“Hi angel.” Sinker.

“Can we come in?” Comet asks at his side, lifting his bucket off his head and tucking it under his arm.

She nodded, letting the door fall the rest of the way open for them to come in. With her back turned she couldn’t make out their quiet whispers, but she knew her time with Wolffe was coming to a quick close.

“We can’t stay long angel. We’re leaving at eighteen-hundred hours and without our Commander… you see what we’re getting at?” Sinker’s apologetic expression and side to side rocking, she knew he was uncomfortable doing this in the first place.

“It’s okay boys. I’m more than aware that duty calls.” She gave a small smile, placing a hand over his chest.

“It’s not you we’re concerned with, in all respect Stardust.” Comet looked positively like a kicked dog, with the way his eyes locked on something behind her down the hall.

She could feel him standing behind her. His presence wasn’t the same as it had been sitting in her kitchen, just a few minutes ago. The man -Wolffe- who’d she’d woken up next to was gone… and without a single glance behind her, she sensed the tangible power of the Commander. Heavy thumping boots came right up behind her, close enough that she could hear his measured breaths under the edge of his bucket. The edge of his utility belt ghosting between her shoulder blades. She shivered with the close proximity, doing everything she could to suppress the heat rising to the tips of her ears.

The girl hadn’t been paying a bit of attention to Sinker or Boost who stared wide-eyed at their Commander, stiff backed like they were on broken glass. Their gazes hadn’t left straight ahead, over the top of her head, where she was certain that Wolffe stood looking truthfully lethal. A few painfully silent moments later Comet found the courage to speak.

“Commander, we’re requested for take-off at-”

“Eighteen-hundred hours. I’m fully aware of our orders Corporal.” Wolffe’s soft voice had tensed, modulated by his vocoder. Another hot wave of shivers ran down her neck. The girl was doing everything to keep from turning around to be under his heavy gaze.

“Of course. We just didn’t know…” Sinker rubbed a hand over the back of his neck, trying to think of how to put it without irritating their already -seething- brother.

“Five standard minutes.” Wolffe demanded, startling the two men in front of her. When they did nothing she winced, expecting another harsh command from him. Instead Wolffe gave a low growl, “Give. Me. Five. Minutes.” His singular punctuations finally motivated the troopers to get moving towards the door behind them.

Wolffe didn’t speak again until the door clicked shut, locking them away from his brothers for just a few more minutes. The girl was the one who found her courage to speak next.

“Did you know they were coming?”

“No, I didn’t.” His voice had already softened back to a low rumble, easing the tenseness in her back. “If I did… I would’ve met them at the door myself.”

She turned to find him fully armored, standing tall and proud unlike any of the troopers she’d had the personal experience of being so close to. Towering over her, Wolffe’s head tilted down deeply, and another low rumble of irritation vibrated against her ears.

“Why… what made you choose?” She couldn’t find the right way to ask him. There was a good idea swirling deliciously around in her stomach feeling like butterflies, but she wanted to know his reasoning for it. From him.

Wolffe stood imposingly statuesque over her, armor cleaned and his thick -freshly mended- kama belted to his slim waist like he truly had power amongst the supernatural. Even his pair of blasters looked bigger now that they in holsters slung low on his waist.

“You take care of all of us… more than we deserve. And as much as we want a family, I think you want one just as much. I can’t control much of what my other brother’s and their units do, but I can make you a part of mine.” Wolffe paused, and reached to lift his helmet off of his head. His hair was still out of its normally stiff posture, lightly curled tendrils falling onto his forehead in a rakish way that made the girl’s heartrate stutter.

“And you’re the smallest member of the pack. It’s only fitting that I call you something that represents that.” She watched his eyes darken as he said it, and another little smile pulled at his lips. He was still dancing elegantly around what she knew his true meaning was, but not that she had to stare him in the eyes, she was thanking him for saving her from the truth.

A hesitant knock on the door interrupted her embarrassment long enough to regain her confidence and she turned to look towards the offending trooper. His head dropped low in submission in the little glimpses she caught of him through the small windows surrounding the door. They were doing what they thought was best, despite Wolffe’s mounting irritation. There was no denying that Wolffe liked his control, no matter what the situation. She tried to soothe his whiplash of a bad mood with a small smile, hoping it would relax his stiff posture.

“You should go Commander, I don’t want you reprimanded on my account.”

Wolffe just gave a growl of disapproval towards his brothers, and stalked to the door while replacing his bucket to hide his face in the mid-day Coruscant sunlight. A little part of her enjoyed the thought that he was unhappy to leave. It meant that he liked it here. That he liked her. But he took the time to open the door slowly, and even replace the key to where it normally hid under the lightshade. He gave a silent nod to Sinker and Comet, who were quite happy to get off her porch and down to the street-side.

The girl stayed inside the door, but planned to watch the troopers safely down the street. Her fingers holding tight to the edge of the door, reflexively memorizing Wolffe’s long strides, and the way he skipped a step as he made his way off the porch. Even in the bright sunlight Wolffe was a demanding figure, drawing attention to himself in a way the she’d never seen before. Although Sinker and Comet were the same of height and build, they paled in comparison to their Commander. At least in her slowly biasing opinion.

“When will you be back?” She asked loud enough for him to hear from the street, particularly uncaring of who heard her.

Wolffe stopped in his tracks and turned to give her full attention like a soldier awaiting instructions from his superior. She bit her lip, feeling like she was under a hot spotlight under his masked gaze. His helmet tilted down for a second, before returning to her.

“I’ll be back home soon, pup.”

***

Wolffe didn’t hear the end of it for an entire week. Unlike in his dream, the girl wasn’t the focus of his vod’s teasing, but he unfortunately wasn’t exempt. Almost every free second Wolffe had, was filled with the most uninteresting comments about his predisposition towards the girl and more importantly his nickname for her. Even on the gunship, Wolffe was dodging Boost and Sinker’s prods.

“Why pup, vod? I mean, she’s not a dog.” Sinker laughed, reeling with his lack of knowledge about how well Wolffe’s stay had been.

The Commander was more than willing to be the stoic leader he always was, and keep his mouth shut. Besides, the constant reminders weren’t just annoying. They kept his mind filled with the memory of her laying against him. Sleeping on a grate floor was hard enough, let alone picturing the way her little shorts rode up.

“By the way, what’s so special about you Wolffe? I hardly ever get asked when I’m coming back.” Comet said pretending off-handedness when he was really trying to get under his Commander’s collar. “No offense, but you’re not the smoothest trooper on Coruscant… When’s the last time you talked to a woman?” He added with a sly smile, returning to cleaning his blaster when Wolffe shot him a hard glare.

All in good humor… He remembered her saying, feeling the application to this situation just as appropriate. Hardly any of it had any bearing on Wolffe. What he did in her home was none of their business and as long as he didn’t say anything, they wouldn’t be any wiser. One way or another he’d prove it that she couldn’t get the best of him so easily. It wasn’t going to be easy.

Once they touched down on Aleena, Wolffe had the opportunity to focus on his duties. He also had the benefit of keeping his men preoccupied with something other than his three days away. Hopefully they’d been tired enough by the end of the day to give him some relief. The scent of her house filling his bucket was enough to drive him crazy without them reminding him.

***

Kix sat quite comfortably on the couch, with a large mug of tea in his hand. He’d been venting about low supplies and the constant need for more senate support. To the girl, it seemed that the poor man was constantly worried about someone other than himself. The dark lines under the troopers eyes and his persistence for caffeinated tea confirmed her suspicions.

“Kriff… I mean, there’s only so much I can do with a needle and stitch line.” He sighed, rubbing his forehead before retuning back to the present, where the girl sat curled in her chair across from him. “M’sorry. How have you been? Anyone been asking questions about what you’re doing for us?”

“Actually no. I got a really big donation a few weeks ago.” It was two days after Wolffe had left.

Quite the paycheck, left deposited by a certain signed, “O.W.K.”. The girl couldn’t help but feel guilty after seeing the credits left in her account. She’d even called to see if the money could be returned, but they’d told her it wasn’t possible. That the money had been put under a certain code-classification that secured anonymity. Thus eliminating the possibility of return. Instead of returning the credits, she’d settled for sending a message to the private chain-code that had been attached to General Kenobi’s previous message, giving thanks and an overflowing gratefulness for his own donations to the war-effort outside of his donation to her.

“Really, that’s interesting… Do you think you can trust em’ doll?” Kix was genuinely perplexed, giving her a serious look of concern.

She just smiled, and took a sip of her own tea. “I think I have an idea of who it was. And I’m sure they’ve got my -and your- best interests in mind Kixy.”

Not that she felt any better about taking the General’s money, but knowing that he was more than willing to donate not just for his own men’s benefit -but for all the troopers- it made being unable to send it back a little easier to swallow. Not to mention knowing that the few months -or longer- if she was careful with the money, would be more than taken care of in terms of preparing for more visits. Even Kix’s sudden relaxation against the couch was more than enough to douse the guilt she was feeling in cold water.

“How many are gone?” She asked, feeling a rise in her cheeks at the thought of one specific trooper out there.

“At least three hundred.” He replied, taking another cautious sip of his tea. “Why?”

“I don’t know… with Rex out there, I don’t get updates like I would with him here. And any other news I get is practically like reading redacted paperwork covered in blanks.” A slip of her real frustration leaked into her words, causing Kix to look up from his cup.

“I know you want all of them back. But you’re doing everything you can doll.” Kix stood up and made her way over to her, kneeling down in front of her with a sorrowful expression. He reached out a hand and she accepted, watching his thumb search out her pulse on her wrist. She knew he was checking her heartrate, undoubtedly counting her beats per minute with the knowledge that her heart pulsed differently from the way his brother’s did. In more ways that one.

“Can I stay at home tonight?” He asked quietly, moving to hold her hand in his with the gentleness that Kix often displayed towards her.

“Of course Kix.” She paused, trying to hold back the question bubbling in her throat with every intention of keeping it to herself. But something deeper in her chest pushed it out of her mouth. “Do you think the- the Wolfpack are okay?”

Kix’s gaze snapped up to her, wide-eyed and searching her. “I figured there was something else on your mind… He came back didn’t he?” His hand squeezed hers reassuringly.

“He was here a few days ago. Stayed for two nights.” She couldn’t tell Kix about what they’d done. It was still too fresh in her mind, and the way he smelled still lingered in the bedroom he’d taken residence in.

Kix didn’t take any more time listening, because a lighthearted look overtook his face before a gentle chuckle overtook his body. “It seems to me that the Commander left more than dirty dishes and laundry for you to busy yourself with.”

She couldn’t help but let out her own laugh with his correct assumption, finding it just about as ridiculous that he could see it on her face so plainly. She often found herself being read like a holopad by the troopers, but Kix and Rex were best at it. Even Wolffe was quick to figure out what she was thinking. She bit her lip, thinking about the way he’d talked to her in the kitchen. It had been a wonder she hadn’t burnt the breakfast with the feeling of his eyes on her the whole time.

“Seems like you’re still preoccupied with him.” Kix’s laugh got louder this time as he stood up and began working away at his vambrace. “Let me see what I can find out for you… I won’t make any promises, but you owe me.”

She thanked him, and went about making them some dinner. It was the only thing she could think to do that would get her mind off Wolffe wherever he was, and if he was taking more care of his brothers than he was of himself. But it seemed to work. Because after getting Kix full, and grinning from ear to ear she was finally relaxing enough to focus.

“I think you should have your own restaurant.” Kix chuckled, “That way I could at least pay you for your talent.”

“You know better than to think I would do that. I can hardly get the groceries from that delivery droid without feeling like I’m going to explode from anxiety. Let alone people who don’t like my cooking telling me it’s bad.” She shook her head with a smile, watching Kix feign hurt.

“Just because we eat ration bars doesn’t mean we don’t know what good food tastes like dollface.” She couldn’t help but frown, remembering just how much all of this meant to the troopers. Even something as simple as a meal was more than words or credits could ever be to men like Kix.

“You’re right. But I’d rather do this for the rest of the war… this is what I love to do.”

A sharp ping alerted Kix’s attention back to his vambrace. He punched a couple buttons, and then looked back to her with an amused smile. She tried to hide her excitement, but when he read the missive she had to hold onto the countertop to keep from bouncing up and down on her toes.

“As per the prestigious Captain Rex…” Kix paused, lowering his voice and putting on a great display of his best showmanship; “I’ve taken your concern into account and found some spare time to reach out to other deployed units. The 104th -in question- are on Aleena, currently in the process of a relief mission. There efforts are being completed without incident, or conflict.” Kix took a moment to see her bright reaction before looking back down.

“In addition, Rex wanted you to know -off the record- that he spoke to the Commander himself… Which he hoped would calm your nerves. He also wanted to tell you that the 501st were disappointed you weren’t paying more attention to them.”

She laughed loudly this time, thanking all the stars in the sky that all her boys were safe. If Rex had enough time to send such a light-hearted message, and take into account where Kix’s foundations for contact came from she knew that everything was going well. For all of them.

***

Wolffe was more than shocked to see a comm coming in from Rex on the HUD of his bucket. The 501st had been deployed, but halfway on the other side of the sector which made Wolffe connect immediately.

“Commander. Progress report on your efforts?”

“Status on the command center is at ninety-eight percent. Food relief is complete, and so are stable comm links.” Wolffe spewed the information for what felt like the twentieth time in the last hour. However hearing Rex ask… that was more than strange.

“Switch to frequency B.” Rex practically whispered, causing Wolffe to frown. Doing as he was told, he punched the command on his wrist. It wasn’t a monitored link. One that was mostly known about only by the clones who needed to talk without anyone else listening in.

“What the kriff is going on Rex?” Wolffe was already feeling the strain of his day, let alone Rex acting so damn strange. “Is something going on?”

“Relax ol’ boy, just take it easy. I’ve just got a favor called in.”

By who?

“I’ve got a certain civvie wanting to know if you’d been harassed by any clankers on your relief mission.” He could hear Rex’s chuckle through the infrequent static in his bucket. “She’s wanting to know if the Wolf- I’m sorry, the Wolfpack is holding up.”

Wolffe chest burned with pride. The girl was wanting to know where he was, and if he was alright. His pup. He thought with a wicked smile appearing on his face. There was nothing better than knowing she’d talking someone into getting a message to him somehow. He imagined her choosing to sleep in that bed, desperately hoping that she wanted more of that like he did.

“I hate to disappoint, but there hasn’t been a single round of fire exchanged since landing. As for the pack… their doing just fine making everyone comfy.” He rolled his eyes, remembering just how ridiculous the communication with the locals had been. “Hopefully the pup isn’t too impatient. Or else I’ll be getting personal comms on a daily basis.”

Rex just chuckled again. “My men are quite jealous of the attention you’re getting, Wolffe. Don’t think there aren’t a few in line who would be more than willing to field those comms… battle droids or not.”

Wolffe was brought down a peg at Rex’s unintentional humbling. Instantly reminding himself that he wasn’t much different from his brothers. Even if the girl made him feel much more than that, he could only pretend that waking up with her was an achievable lifestyle for him. Not matter how badly he tried there was still the nagging reminder that he was defective. Rex wasn’t lying either. He knew that there were a lot of his brothers that would practically leap at the opportunity to have the attention he’d just received. And the things he’d had the permission of experiencing a few days ago, hadn’t even surfaced. That alone was enough to have half the clone command at his throat in jealousy.

“Don’t worry about my appreciation Rex. Just make sure Pup receives my best. And make sure our vod know that I’ll go round for round with anyone who thinks they can outdo me.”

Another laugh. “Be sure of it. Should I keep my lines open for any more… emergency missives?” Rex made sure to drawl out his emphasis.

“I will, if you do.”

***

Rex walked into the encampment of tents, settling down on a cot next to Fives who seemed to have just started the process of cleaning his blasters. He let out a sigh when his body weight finally eased off his feet, and glanced over to see Fives reaching over for a can of anti-rust. It was a somewhat comfortable silence; One that had been hard fought over the last week, and just within the last three hours had finally ended. To his credit, Fives began rubbing a ragged strip of cloth over the steel of his gun and let out a weary chuckle.

“What are you laughing about?”

“I overheard a little of your conversation.” He stated with a small smile, nudging his elbow in the gap between Rex’s armor right into his ribs.

“Kix called in a favor.” He sighed, preparing himself for Fives’ slow decent into a pity party.

“No.” His laugh increased, “I just think it’s strange how quickly our girl took a liking to Wolffe… Don’t get me wrong, I couldn’t care less, truthfully. But out of all of us, vod.”

Rex knew what Fives was really getting at. For those who knew, or at least paid enough attention to notice in the first place, it was obvious how strict of a man Wolffe was. At least since he was ordered back to his battalion after spending weeks in an infirmary on Kamino. Hardly any news of his condition had been reported, but what did get back to the troops was that Wolffe’s ability to yield progress was in question. All the clones knew that when it came to injuries, the worse they were the hopes that it would kill you on the battlefield was better than living long enough to be sent for decommission. It happened all the time. When it came to being a reproduction, making a new one was always more cost efficient than fixing the old one. That is… unless they had a new technological upgrade that they wanted to test on you beforehand.

“He wasn’t always that way Fives.” Rex tried to subtly warn his brother from making too many assumptions.

“I doubt it. I can’t imagine Wolffe as a shiny… Naïve and volunteering for deployments like all the fresh ones do.” Fives had slowly begun to forget about the gun that sat practically untouched in his palm.

“He was a shiny… Just like you were. Maybe a little better at following orders, but a good soldier nonetheless.” Rex was trying his best not to go into further detail, but the way Fives looked at him with invigorated interest had his hopes crushed.

“What happened exactly? I mean, I know he lost an eye. But I always heard they did experiments on him. Before General Koon and the other Jedi got together to request he be reassigned to his post.”

Rex sighed, and moved to lay down on the cot opposite of his brother. He crossed his arms behind his head and closed his eyes to try and remember what exactly he’d himself heard. Even as he began to speak, there was a bit of uncertainty as to how much of it was true.

“Ventress and her forces had attacked them. What I heard what that Wolffe had tried to fight her alone after his back-up had either been killed, or incapacitated. Even then he was a tough, so he probably didn’t think much about raising a blaster -or fists- to her. I guess it was a pretty fair fight for a while, but she got a lucky break and caught him over the bucket. It cut right through, and left him… well, about like his looks now.” Rex paused, trying to find his train of thought through the stories of hearing Wolffe scream though the pain. It had been gut-wrenching, and even now he left it untouched in his re-telling. Fives didn’t need to know about that.

“They got lucky, and he was immediately sent back to Coruscant where he was stabilized. I believe Kix was there when they rushed him though. After a few days, Kamino comm’ed, saying they wanted him transported back so they could run diagnostics… you know all about that. But, I guess when Wolffe got there, they had no plans on fixing him. They had some type of… I don’t know. Prototype suit that they could put us in. Permanently. It would make us some type of super-solider.”

“Maker…” Fives gasped, both of them heard his blaster hit the ground.

“But Wolffe wasn’t strong enough. So, they tried to bide their time until he was good enough. Doing bloodwork, poking, prodding, about anything they could think to do until the Jedi decided that he didn’t deserve what he’d been through. I guess it took a couple surgeries to get that eye in place. He was sent back and left to figure out what to do on his own.” Rex rubbed a hand over his face, “I think that kriffing thing still bothers him. Kaminoans probably didn’t even make sure he would recover all the way before sending him back.”

“Should’ve let him die.” Fives said solemnly, eerily mirroring his earlier thoughts. It was almost given that a trooper die in the fight, not to be voted on by the merits that appeared on a datapad.

“He came back different. Wiry… like he had something to prove. I saw the reports from his first deployment after it happened. Wolffe had demolished everything within three clicks. Not a single droid-part was recoverable for emergency repairs for GAR machines; Any separatist had been executed without any hesitation. All his men and even some other units had been shocked.” Rex paused, remembering some of the notes left on the reports. “Wolffe was volatile. Like the more damage he did, it would show how willing he was to…”

“To die again.” Fives finished Rex’s thought.

The two men fell into another bout of silence, one rolling over to try and sleep; While the other picked his gun off the floor and returned to his habit of cleaning after a battle. Only Rex couldn’t sleep. After weeks of fighting his adrenaline was constantly flowing, and the imagines of the Wolfpack’s Commander slaughtering droids with a wild look in his eye, there was no way he could sleep.

Rex could say he trusted Wolffe with his life. But that didn’t account for the way he felt about the girl being so close to him. The Commander was hard, in a way that most troopers never experienced. He thought long and hard, weighing the possibilities of what Wolffe could do to a girl so sweet. Rex knew he wouldn’t hurt her, but just her way of holding the heavy weight for so many men… Wolffe’s would be the heaviest to bear. And she wouldn’t let anyone know, for as long as she could last. Until finally she breaks, either crying or shutting down the house for a few days until she could find the strength to keep letting all these broken men in.

Even the missive from Kix had been a small show of that worry building. He knew she was behind it immediately. That sweet girl always wanted to know where all of them were, protocols or not. And, admittedly, Rex had always obliged. Giving her status reports and small greetings when there was an opportunity just to let her know they were okay. But that wasn’t the same as what she’d done today. He didn’t care about the rules, as much as he did the implications for when Wolffe got back.

If the Commander was the man he’d seen walking back onto base that day, fire in his eyes and a hard-set jaw for anyone who gave him sympathy… The angel of the clone command was going to need every god out there the help her now.

***

She woke up to the sound of the key jiggling in the lock. The fumbling of metal on metal jarring her out of the first deep sleep she’d had in a handful of days. With a sigh, she closed her eyes and listened for any familiar sounds. Maybe the way the door opened, or a particular pattern of footsteps going up the stairs. Even the squeak of plastoid rubbing against itself could sometimes alert her to a specific trooper without needing a second glance. But the door opened quietly, and not a single sound could be heard during the intermission between entering and choosing what they wanted next. Not a single sound until the shower turned on.

That shower took what felt like twenty minutes.

Thinking it was the heavy sleep she’d been awakened from, and on the instinct that the trooper wasn’t interested in food, she laid back down and just simply listened. Whoever he was, moved through the house soundlessly. So quietly, in fact, that the sound of her door opening shocked her awake enough that she sat up. Clutching her blankets to her chest, her eyes widened to see a familiar milky-white eye glinting brightly in the silvery light of the streetlamps outside her window. Her body flooded with heat at the sight.

Leaning with a shoulder against the door, arms crossed over his chest and a somewhat apologetic look over his face; Wolffe stood at the entrance to her bedroom.

“Commander?” She asked blinking a few times, not processing his arrival as quickly as she’d expected.

“I shouldn’t be here…” He sighed again, this time letting his head hang low as he silently apologized. “But… I need- I just want.”

“What do you want?” She posed the question for him, hoping it would give him enough strength to continue. Even half-asleep she was still patient enough to hear him out.

“Say… please say my name.” He practically whined, taking a step into the light of her room. Well enough that she could see the desperation written plainly over his face. “I need you to say my name.” He repeated, helplessly.

She took a deep breath, steadying herself under his gaze, mustering enough of a resolution to say it strongly, but with enough comfort to maybe help him.

“Wolffe.”

She heard his quiet groan. Her body flushed with heat again; watching as he took two more measured steps closer to the foot of her bed. Achingly controlled for how frantic his body language was. His fists clenched and unclenched at his sides, staring across the room at her with a look that made her entire body tighten.

“Again. Say it again.” He demanded a little more forcefully this time.

“Wolffe.” She answered quickly, not hesitating to give into his request. The girl was floored to hear that same low groan escape his lips. She shuddered at the sound, unsure of why he was so desperate for it, but completely entranced by the effect it produced on him.

“What do you need Wolffe?” she asked, inhaling sharply when he closed the distance to the foot of her bed. His thighs pressing against the footboard just enough that she felt the bed shift.

“I need it again. More of you.” Wolffe’s voice rumbled in tensely this time, through clenched teeth that glowed white. “Please let me. I’ll do anything.”

She was trembling with the overt desire to let him. Allow him access to whatever he wanted from her. Wolffe wasn’t threatening, but the way she felt around him was uncannily terrifying. He took up the entire room with his presence, and even though he looked as weak as he’d ever shown, his power still loomed heavily on her conscious. He’d found a way to complicate her feelings towards him; Somehow blur a line she’d drew in the sand a long time ago.

The girl couldn’t resist. The girl reached for the blankets at the side of the bed, pulling them back far enough that he could slip under. Behind her, she readjusted the single pillow she had and sat it on his side. She glanced back up to see Wolffe watching her little preparations, silently staring down at the pillow she’d offered him.

Wolffe’s weight dipped into the mattress, and she scooted over to adjust for his wide shoulders, carefully watching him prop up on an elbow to face her. Just like she’d woken up to the last time they’d shared a bed. Only this time he was the one in control of what was happening. It was dreadfully exciting and terrifying at the same time. He took another look at the pillow, and reached to slide it back to her. She stopped him, grabbing his wrist so he couldn’t slide it away;

“You keep it.”

“You need something else then.”

In a slow reach, Wolffe outstretched his arm for her waist; Looking up with a question in those eyes as his fingers wrapped around her hip. She moved with his guidance, allowing him to pull her down under the blankets until she was fit tightly against him, he back feeling the radiating heat from his chest. He shifted again, bringing his other arm below her head in his attempt to make peace with the fact that she didn’t have a pillow. She blew out a breath, almost a laugh and Wolffe’s arm around her waist tightened.

“Wha’s funny?” He almost slurred the words, rocking himself against her just until he’d brought his knees up high enough to touch the bottom of her butt. It was clear to her that despite how tough he was, the prospect of curling up around her was too much for him to resist.

“Are you of the opinion that biceps make good pillows?” She asked, much too teasingly for the situation. Although Wolffe didn’t seem to mind. She felt his arm flex under her head, raising it up and letting it fall back down. She flushed at the action, knowing just how he’d meant for her to feel the deep definition though his sweatshirt.

“Do you prefer otherwise?”

“N-no.”

Wolffe let out a satisfied hum of approval, nuzzling his face close to the bend of her neck. He inhaled deeply, flexing both arms tight enough to pull her inhumanly closer. She tried to think of anything to say, maybe something that would make his racing heart slow down just a little. It was maddening to feel it thumping lightly through both of their shirts.

“Welcome home Wolffe.” She felt his fingers dip under the hem of her shirt, testing his limits in such a soft way that she herself sighed contentedly to the feeling of his rough fingertips skimming against her stomach. He was deliciously warm, relaxing her further and further into his hold until her entire body leaned into him.

“Nowhere I’d rather be.”

“Are you going to-” Another tight squeeze cut her off, followed by the deepest chuckle she’d ever heard blowing hot air against her neck.

“Sleep, pup.” He shushed gently into her ear, drawing lazy circles all across her stomach. “I’ll be right here.”

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