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You are listening carefully to what the Archdruid has to say to you, thanking you for rescuing the grove and asking for one last favour, but you can't stop looking at the two round spheres on his chest. You sigh deeply and think:

Damn he thick, Oak Father preserved indeed.

The faces of Commander Wolffe.

I love this beautiful man your honor.

My character, after very vaguely alluding to Ifan in a relationship:

Ifan, catching on:

These two are battle-hardened warriors? They witnessed traumatizing horrors? They're literally on the run for the lives and they're getting like this just thinking about each other

Based of titha.covik ‘s tiktok

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🔥NSFW🔥Wolffe x Fem!JediReader One-Shot

Summary: You and Commander Wolffe share an intimate moment. 1400 words.

Warnings: NSFW 18+. Minors DNI. Pure smut, with feelings.

Author’s Note: I love Wolffe. I love soft Wolffe. That is all. Please enjoy and drop me a line!

Right now, you weren’t in control, and you loved it. Wolffe had you practically bent in half on the edge of the bed, your knees thrown above his shoulders as he relentlessly struck a deeper and deeper part of you with every roll of his hips. Tears pricked at the sides of your eyes from the intensity, your mind completely clouded with desire, with him. You watched as his usual stoic facade crumbled, his good eye locked with yours as you both climbed closer to release. His large, warm hands grasped at your legs, his thrusts becoming more uncontrolled with every cry of his name that left your swollen lips.

On the battlefield you were powerful, decisive, The General. The responsibility of being a Jedi laid so heavy on your soul, you took these moments when you could forget, just for a little bit, whenever you could. In these minutes with Wolffe, you were just you. He was just him. You weren’t Commander and General. You weren’t at war, your lives at risk every single second of every single day. You could indulge in what you weren’t allowed to have, but maybe could if the circumstances were different.

Wolffe knew he wouldn’t last much longer as he watched you begin to completely fall apart beneath him, something only he could do to you, something only he had the privilege. Seeing his General splayed out, completely and utterly vulnerable, offering yourself to him without hesitation, made him crave you even more. It also made those screaming thoughts in his head that this was wrong, against every regulation he could think of, a little quieter.

Wolffe lowered your legs from his shoulders, pressing his torso down on to yours as your ankles locked around his waist, instinctually bringing him as close as possible to you. His forearms caged your head, every muscle in his body quivering, his cock driving deeper still in to you, causing you to see stars. You cried out and grasped his shoulders, your body writhing beneath his.

Wolffe brought his lips to your ear, hoarsely whispering how beautiful you were like this, telling you to let go, that he had you. How you were his, and no one else’s. Your breasts and thighs had already been thoroughly marked by his teeth, driving home the fact that you were indeed his and only he made you feel this way.

You nodded, barely forming thoughts as he brought one of his large, calloused hands down to your pelvis and began rubbing a thick finger deliciously against your clit, your body on the verge of imploding.

At any time you could easily overpower him, but you never did. You let him take charge, giving him some semblance of control in these moments, whereas in the battlefield there were none. He could lose you at any second, his worst nightmare was not being able to protect you, failing at his duty as Commander, even though he knew you didn’t need his protection.

But at least right now he could have you, care for you in the only way he knew how. Help release the burdens you both carried.

Wolffe let out his own guttural moan as your nails dug in to his shoulders, holding on for dear life. Your back arched off the bed as you got closer to your release, his practiced finger working magic on your swollen clit. Wolffe was getting close too, your unbelievably hot and tight cunt trembling around his cock. He couldn’t help but stare at you, your cheeks flushed and your hair coming undone, sweat dripping down the side of your head from the exertion, your lips parted as more cries left your throat. You sometimes had the same look in the heat of battle, the look that originally fueled his desire for you. It was never enough, though. He constantly wanted more.

Wolffe brought his head down to yours, biting down in to the flesh of your neck as another whine was ripped from your throat. “Wolffe, I’m so close…please…”

“Cum for me, mesh’la. ” Wolffe’s words were slurred against your neck, his eyes now squeezed shut at the building sensation in his lower abdomen. “Look at me, I want you to look at me when you cum, that’s an order from your Commander.” Wolffe was begging now, he had to see your face. He had to see how he made you feel, it had to be worth it, all the secrecy and sneaking around, not fully knowing where this relationship might go or how long it would last, or even could.

Finally, with a final tight circle of his finger, your orgasm violently crashed over you. You could barely keep your eyes open as you grasped at his cropped hair, your body completely coming undone as his strong thrusts coursed intense pleasure throughout your body. You choked out his name over and over, your head thrown back against the pillow in ecstasy.

Wolffe’s dark eye didn’t leave your face, your exploding orgasm causing your core to clench around him. The rush of your juices and your incoherent words caused his thrusts to become erratic as his own powerful orgasm suddenly rushed through his body.

Wolffe let out a growling, gasping moan of your name, his hips not slowing down as he continued to watch your face intently, savoring every sensation, every subtle movement of your lips, your eyelids fluttering as your eyes rolled back in to your head.

You weren’t his General. He wasn’t your Commander. You were everything he wasn’t supposed to have and didn't deserve. Wolffe was a smart man, and he knew this was more than just carnal pleasure. You understood him more than anyone ever had. You were an anchor, a shining beacon that kept him grounded. Your smile, your touch, your power. You trusted him, saw him as an equal. He loved you.

After one final press of his hips, Wolffe collapsed on your body, touching his forehead to yours, trying to find his breath as he slowly pulled out of you. Your chests heaved together as you reveled in each other’s presence. You both knew you couldn’t stay like this much longer but were savoring every second.

The moment you both left your personal quarters the masks would be put back on, the Jedi General and the gruff Commander, proud to serve the Republic, and nothing more.

Your breathing began to return to normal and you let out a satisfied sigh, bringing a hand up to his face, gently tracing his scar. You ghosted over his cybernetic eye, continuing down the side of his devastatingly handsome face. He leaned in to your touch, as you looked at him with what he could only presume as love. That secret word that you have not said out loud, but hung heavy on both your tongues after every intimate encounter. Something that you and Wolffe assumed would always be out of reach, his life completely dedicated to the Republic and yours to the Jedi Code. But that changed. You opened him up to the possibility of more than just being bred for war. He opened you up to the possibility of non-selfish attachment, realizing you needed him as much as he needed you. Wolffe wanted to finally say it, but instead brought his lips to yours in a kiss so tender you felt your heart ache. You were the only one who got to see him like this, the gruff Commander absolutely at your mercy. Wolffe did everything with purpose, and you didn’t mistake what he was trying to tell you.

I love you.

You cradled his face in your hands, kissing him back with the same gentleness he was showing you, hoping he’d understand.

I will always love you. I will always protect you. I will always be yours.

The urgent beeping of your comlink cut through the heavy silence of the intimate moment, lost somewhere in the jumble of robes and armor thrown carelessly by the door of your quarters. Your time was up. Wolffe pulled away from you, his face searching yours, still on top of you. “We have to go, Wolffe.” Your voice was shaking. “They are expecting us at the debrief.” Wolffe grunted, wanting to say something, to acknowledge the moment you had just shared, to say hell with the debrief. Your comlink beeped again, something you couldn’t ignore a second time, and he knew it. It was time to become General and Commander again, you couldn’t escape your fates. Wolffe rolled off of you, and you both dressed slowly, not ready to once again put on your professional guise, not wanting your time together to be over.

You clasped your belt, hooking your lightsaber to your side and adjusted your robes as Wolffe tucked his helmet under his arm. His serious and composed demeanor returning, but you could tell he was hesitating, staring at you with intensity, sensing he wanted to say something. You were about to ask what was wrong, but Wolffe suddenly reached for your forearm, yanking you back in to him, his helmet clattering to the floor. Wolffe growled and grasped the sides of your face, bringing you in for a desperate kiss. His lips moved fervently against yours as he finally uttered the forbidden words that had been burning a hole in his chest since you first invited him to your quarters, giving yourself to him.

I love you.

Your heart soared as you urgently whispered it back with ease, feeling lighter with every admission as his lips continued to devour yours, holding on to him so tightly you thought you might crack his plastoid armor. Everything but him faded away. He was giving his heart, his life to you. It was all he had to offer. You gasped the words again and again over his lips, letting him know there was no question in your mind about him, about what you had.

Wolffe pulled his lips from yours, letting you both breathe, not wanting this to end when it was seemingly just beginning. But it had to, at least for now. Duty called, as it always had and always will. His heart was pounding out of his armor. You looked at him, so lovingly and radiant he was once again at a loss for words, feeling as if he didn’t deserve this. But there you were, admitting the same long-hidden feelings that have been growing under the surface ever since you joined his squad.

Wolffe stepped back and let his hands fall from your face, one finger brushing over your lips as he did so, a promise for later. Nothing in this Galaxy was certain. But you were. And that’s all he needed.

Author’s Note: Never ending thanks to @wanderer-six for beta reading and being feral over this man with me 😚

Reblogging this again because I love it so much

Ahsoka: Wolffe, so if Master Plo is your dad and he's my dad, does that make you my brother?

Rex: I thought I was your brother :(

Ahsoka: Rex, you have 1 million brothers, I'm aloud to have 2.

Wolffe, on the verge of tears: yeah Rex, she's aloud to have 2.

Wolffe: Listen kid-

Ahsoka: Please, call me Ahsoka!

Wolffe: I'd really rather not

Wolffe: If I named you, I could get attached

plo koon: oh! i forgot to tell the commander and his squad to be safe on their mission. i’ll send them a text!

plo koon: it’s too long to type “keep yourself safe” out in the middle of battle. i’ll just abbreviate it

plo koon, texting: kys ❤️😊

wolffe, looking at this comm mid battle: what the fuck

boost: did you do something to make him mad?

Interviewer: So, how would you describe your relationship with your Jedi?

Rex: *long, long, long, long sigh* Idiot siblings.

Cody: don't get me started

Rex: to clarify, I'm not the idiot.

Colt: *wordlessly pulls up sleeve to reveal "I-heart-Mom" tattoo on his bicep*

Cody: I have sympathy for Rex because Skywalker just DOES things but Kenobi, he, he thinks things through, and then he STILL does those things even if they're HORRIBLE IDEAS—

Fox: *chugs coffee, slams cup down so hard it breaks* bold of you to assume I have a Jedi

Gree: Not family, but definitely close friends.

Cody: —reckless, ridiculously self-sacrificing, no regard for his own safety—

Grey, dead serious, no hesitation: caleb is my son

Whatever clones are in Master Tapal's battalion: *chanting, one of them holds Cal up like Simba* BABY BOY BABY BOY BABY BOY

Cody: —can't even leave him alone for two minutes because he goes and loses his lightsaber in the middle of a battle—

Ponds: I'd like to say we're blood-brothers bound through the heat of battle because that sounds neat, but honestly, Master Windu and I, we're—we're fire-forged coworkers.

Wolffe: I can neither confirm nor deny that I bought Master Plo a Galaxy's Best Dad mug

Cody, staring vacantly into space: I'm so underpaid

Bly: no comment

My headcanon: Every single clone does this. All of them. I have spoken.

Obi-Wan: Cody kissed me! Quinlan: Oh my force! Oh my force! Oh my force! Obi-Wan: It was unbelievable! Quinlan: Oh my force! Oh my force! Oh my force! Bant: Okay, we wanna hear everything. Quinlan, get the wine. Obi-Wan, does this end well or do we need tissues? Obi-Wan: Oh, it ended very well. Quinlan: Do not start without me! Do not start without me! Bant: Okay, alright, let’s hear about the kiss. Was it a soft brush against your lips or was it like a, you know, “I gotta have you now” kind of thing? Obi-Wan: Well, at first it was really intense, you know? And then, oh force, and then we just sort of sunk into it. Bant: Ohh… So, okay, was he holding you? Or were his hands on your back? Obi-Wan: First, he started out on my waist and then he slid up and then they were in my hair. Bant and Quinlan: Ohhh. *meanwhile* Cody eating pizza in barracks: And, uh, and then I kissed him. Wolffe: Tongue? Cody: Yeah. Wolffe: Cool.

I’m a little sleep deprived and I had a right good chuckle when I thought of this last night.

Y’know one of my favourite tropes? Clones with lightsabers but out of necessity. Rex picking up that laser sword of death as his last effort to defend an unconscious Anakin. Obi-Wan getting blasted across the room, Cody igniting his lightsaber with a look at his General, who just gives him the slowest, solemn nod. Jesse body-tackling Ahsoka out of the way of a blaster bolt and picking up her shoto to deflect the onslaught of fire from droids because it’s the nearest thing he could reach. Wolffe grabbing Plo’s lightsaber and melting his way through near-impenetrable blast doors to rescue him. Bly catching Aayla’s saber in midair to slice a battle droid in half, then tossing it back to her without missing a beat. 

bonus: 

Fox whacking Sheev in the face with his own lightsaber so hard he just kriffin dies. 

this is commander wolffe and you cannot change my mind

Ahsoka *smiling*: We are gathered to celebrate the best man I know.

Anakin *preening to Padmé*: This is all for me-

Obi-wan *rolls his eyes*: Obviously you are mistaken, this is about me.

Ahsoka *hits spot light controls*: Master Plo Koon!

Wolffe *holding a cake that says #1 Dad General*: This was her idea.

104th *cheering*

Anakin and Obi-wan *blink dumbfounded*: Ah.

Taglist: @soliloquy-of-nemo @jiabeewrites @staycalmandhugaclone @nekotaetae @sexy-rex

The Jedi Code

Okay. I shouldn't need to put this here but you can thank the trooper that just recited the Sith Code to General Yoda's face -Gree

What trooper? -Monnk

Where the fuck are they learning the sith code from?? -Doom

It was one of the Guard. He claims he heard it from the Chancellor. -Fox

Should we be concerned about that? -Rex

There is no emotion, there is peace.

So like… emotional control? -Wolffe

I guess. -Grey

There is no ignorance, there is knowledge.

I've met some pretty ignorant Jedi -Bacara

There is no passion, there is serenity.

Alright but I've sat through Archivist Nu rant about proper documentation procedure. Shes scarier than Fox -Thorn

Shut up -Fox

There is no chaos, there is harmony.

So not a single Jedi follows this code huh? -Cody

There is no death, there is the Force.

Does this imply ghosts are real??? -Thire

The Code as recited by Jedi Cadets:

Emotion, yet peace.

Ignorance, yet knowledge.

Passion, yet serenity.

Chaos, yet harmony.

Death, yet the Force.

I like this one better. -Grey

Okay but.. Skywalker is really bad at some of these -Rex

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I like how Foxs datapad turned out. The coffee stain was hard to get right. On a similar note. Foxs helmet was a bitch and a half to fucking get right and im still pretty sure i might have fucked it up. I didnt realize his helmet had those cheek divots under his visor until half way through. Also tell me is Dooms text is too hard to read. I was having trouble with that font combined with his armor color.

Cody: Fox we're gonna have to torture you

Fox: Yeah sure

Cody: You are an incredible, smart and actually good person

Fox: Wait what?

Wolffe: You deserve to be loved

Fox: STOP

Bly: Your feelings are valid

Fox: I need a safeword

Ponds: We love you Fox

Fox: *cries*

Ahsoka: Wolffe, so if Master Plo is your dad and he's my dad, does that make you my brother?

Rex: I thought I was your brother :(

Ahsoka: Rex, you have 1 million brothers, I'm aloud to have 2.

Wolffe, on the verge of tears: yeah Rex, she's aloud to have 2.

If I did my math right, Wolffe and Ahsoka would have been eight years old at the same time. :’)

could kill god but thinks they can’t: rex

couldn’t kill god but thinks they can: fives

knows they can kill god but won’t: wolffe

accidentally killed god in a wendy’s parking lot at 3am: boil

could kill god and is currently fucking him up: cody, fox

Cody: So Fox and Wolffe's psyche evals came in.

Rex: Uh huh.

Cody: They failed and have to undergo another round of eval.

Rex: Fox I'm surprised he didn't lie to get out of it. Wolffe not so much. What'd they fail on?

Cody: After military careers.

Rex: Seriously? They failed after military careers? What did they say? Dead?

Cody: Not so much. Fox wants to invade the Senate for, and I quote, "Kamino." And Wolffe...

Rex: And Wolffe?

Cody: He, uh...he wants to be a piano player in a whore house.

Rex: .......

Rex: I don't know what I expected.

If I did my math right, Wolffe and Ahsoka would have been eight years old at the same time. :’)

Plo Koon concept art for The Mandalorian | illustrated by Brian Matyas & Christian Alzmann