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MINORS DNI!

have your cake

Wolffe brats are gonna have our cake and eat it too ;)

as promised, the Wolffe version of @blueink-bluesoul's chaotic Fox imagining; truly a fantasy for us all!

based on this glorious post

pairing: Wolffe x f!Reader

warnings: jealousy/possessive behaviour, brat taming, spanking, explicit sexual activity, ripping clothing

rating: explicit, minors DNI

words: 1.3k

read on AO3: here

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You knew how to get what you wanted, especially around Wolffe. It was always just a matter of waiting to see when your teasing would shatter his resolve.

“Can you stay tonight?” you whined; head perched on Wolffe’s broad shoulder. He chuckled softly, moving to peck a chaste kiss on your forehead before gently placing your head on his lap, your legs curled sideways on the couch.

He stroked your hair, closing his eyes, “I would if I could, little one, but we ship out tomorrow afternoon. I need to brief the men tonight.”

Your face turned to a pout, “Ugh. No fair. I should’ve picked a partner who’s less important to the GAR.”

His eyes flew open, a knowing glint assessing your mischievous smile. “Yeah? You’d rather be with a shiny?”

“Mmm I didn’t say I wanted a shiny… Maybe just someone who doesn’t work off-world.” There was a playful tone in your words, Wolffe surmised. But he didn’t know the half of it.

“Okay, mesh’la, you can come with me to put the request in. I’m sure the general will find it more than amusing.” He taunted, with the hint of a crooked smile forming.

You rose from your curled position on the couch, feigning sleepiness with an over-exaggerated yawn. “Plo would understand. He loves me.”

Wolffe rolled his eyes, and you took that as your sign to strike. Turning away from him, you stretched your arms out, to the side and then above your head, hands clasping together as you reached upwards. Your movements allowed your t-shirt to creep up slightly, hem resting at your belly button as you stretched. Silence hung in the air.

“What the fuck are those?”

“Hm, what?” You turned back slowly to face Wolffe, whose grimace was decidedly devoid of any playfulness.

You gazed over your shoulder, down at the backside of your shorts, which spelled out ‘Property of the Coruscant Guard,’ in red lettering that contrasted sharply against the white fabric. You harnessed a perfectly angelic expression back at him.

“Oh. I totally forgot about that. The colours just match this shirt.”

“Really?” He deadpanned.

“Mhm.”

He brought his eyes down slowly to focus on where his large hands rested on his thighs. Calmly, but with a dangerous edge to his gravelly voice, Wolffe chided, “You know the rules. Brats get punished.”

The warning lit a fire up your spine.

“Too bad you have to leave, though.” You answered, with a tilt of your head.

“I don’t need long for what I’m going to do to you.” He said, rising from the couch. Stepping to tower over where you looked up at him, his lips twisted to a wicked smile. “And when I leave,” he ducked down to bring his lips to caress your ear, “You’re going to have plenty of reminders to be on your best behaviour when I return.”

Wolffe’s serious tone fanned the flames in your belly. Things were going exactly as planned, and you both seemed to recognize it.

“Yes, sir.” You darted out your tongue to wet your lips.

His eyes roamed your face. “Oh, the things I’d like to do to that disobedient mouth.”

Pursing your lips, you considered a moment. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” All at once, Wolffe swept you up over his shoulder, hands supporting firmly on your ass — an ass covered in your strategically deployed tease. The mere idea of inducing Wolffe’s jealousy had made you unreasonably aroused earlier. Now? Absolutely soaked.

You giggled as he transported you both to the bedroom. He swatted a hand sharply over the globe of your ass, proceeding to toss you back on the bed.

“Turn over. Elbows.” This was commander Wolffe, his directions non-negotiable. You did as he said, resting your head and elbows on the plush mattress, knees spread, ass in the air.

“God. I can see how wet you are for me, princess. Your cunt is drenching those fucking shorts. Just for me. Remind me to tell Fox about that when I return ‘em.”

“Yes, sir,” you breathed out. The shorts, thin and flimsy, did nothing to shield your core from the coolness of the night air. They also couldn’t protect you from the ferocity promised by Wolffe’s voice. Ever daring, you rocked your hips faintly.

Your boldness was met with a firm answer. You gasped as you felt his hands charge to your waistband, and in an instant, the shorts and your panties were decisively shredded. Wolffe’s muscular fists discarded the halves of fabric on either side of you.

“Hey!” You snapped, indignant at the action.

SMACK

“Ah!”

SMACK SMACK

“Shit!” You cried. Ass stinging from his firm spanks, you twisted your head back.

“Brats get punished.” Wolffe repeated. From where he loomed behind you, you could see his mismatched eyes glint devilishly in the twilight sinking through the bedroom windows. He was still half-stripped of his armour, as was normal when he visited your apartment. You marvelled at the way his blacks outlined every corded muscle in his upper body. His legs were still armoured in the white and grey plastoid he kept meticulously maintained. And of course, the kama. God. His kama. You didn’t know whether it was the physical or symbolic power it seemed to pledge but catching the way it swayed from Wolffe’s strong torso excited you to no end.

He approached, and you shivered when his hands found the sensitive bounds of your sex. Tracing fingers, teasing at the very edges of your folds, Wolffe’s purposeful movements indicated an onslaught of the most unparalleled pleasure.

Wolffe punctuated your anticipation, pressing two fingers against the slick entrance of your cunt. You whimpered at the unexpected sensitivity.

“Look how wet you are for me. It’s filthy.”

Gathering your wetness, he stroked his fingers slowly downwards, stopping at the slightest graze of your tender clit. You bucked your hips at the loss of contact.

“So needy, huh? Do you want something?”

“Mmm.” You moaned, delirious from desire.

“Use your words, little one. That clever mouth is what got you here.” He chuckled darkly, wiping his slicked fingers across your exposed ass.

“Please touch me. I-I want you.” You whined.

“I’m right here,” Wolffe said, thick arms crossing over his chest, “You’re going to have to be more specific.”

“Please… I want to come, sir. Want you to make me come.” It was a pathetic, desperate plea. But you trusted him with your entirety. He would oblige if you complied.

“Much better, princess. Head back down.”

Returning your face to the mattress, you inhaled sharply as he resumed tending to your soaking cunt. Two fingers slicked in an instant, he pumped them at a punishing pace. He reached his other hand around and under you, precisely circling the precious bundle of nerves.

“See what happens when you behave? Good girls get to come.”

Wolffe’s fingers on your clit circled faster, drawing excruciating ecstasy from your throat.

“Oh! God!” You wailed, the pressure in your core overtaking all sense.

“That’s it, cyare, be my good girl. Come on my fingers. Show me how good I make you feel.” You imagined the smirk resting on his face, pure pride at how well he could undo you.

“Fuck. Wolffe. Please!” His name amongst your sobs propelled him. The obscene noises coming from his work at your cunt were magnified, and you were ruined.

“Now, mesh’la. Come.” His command crashed through your core, every nerve in every part of your body at the mercy of his will. Waves of pleasure rocked within you. You were utterly wrecked, gasping as Wolffe’s fingers agonized your pussy. At the edge of overstimulation, he ceased. Leaving you panting, he chuckled again, admiring his good work.

“Th-thank you.” You managed,

“Thank you, darling. Love seeing how good my bratty girl can be. When she wants.” He sank down next to you, sweeping your body into soft embrace. Stroking the side of your hip, he admired the redness blooming, a reminder of your calculated disobedience, and the only remaining claim on your body. His claim. Nobody else’s.

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Despite Wolffe possessing the ability to express his emotions (you’ve bore witness whenever he’s forced to work alongside those he sees as incompetent), he remains stoic and subdued off of a battlefield. 

You end up doing most of the talking when you’re together, rambling on about whatever shenanigan one of your patients got into today. Yesterday, it was Boost not paying attention to the space in front of him and bonking his head on a metal beam. Today, it’s Warthog twisting his ankle in the wrong direction.

“I swear, you’d think he wasn’t professionally trained and groomed for war like the rest of his brothers,” You kid playfully, striding to and fro each corner of your room as you clean up for the night. Wolffe sits there, cleaning his chest armor placed over his lap and watching you blather on.  “Poor guy kept falling in and out of sleep, and every time he woke up he thought I was someone named ‘Palma’... It was strange.” 

You laugh as you finish your sentence, shaking your head and closing the drawer, turning to see Wolffe’s soft expression. It really is strange, how he just… keeps so quiet in your company, perfectly content with just watching your beamy looks while you animatedly retell stories.

Tragically, you have little filter and say exactly that.

“You don’t talk much.”

Wolffe blinks, though he doesn’t seem to be very surprised at the revelation. He knows, you realize, as he looks down at his armor and continues scrubbing nonchalantly.

He responds after a long moment of letting you stare dumbfounded.

“I just really like listening to you, that’s all.”

A warmth rapidly spreads from your chest to your cheeks; you’re suddenly embarrassed, though oddly touched at the words. You’re not used to people actually enjoying your nonsense tangents, and to hear it from someone like Wolffe is something new entirely. You clear your throat and look away, trying to hide your blush.

“Well, I’m glad to keep you entertained,” you reply as casually as possible. “Though…” You shift in his direction. “It’s not fair if I’m the only one doing the talking. I want to know more about you too.”

Wolffe looks up at you, his amber and white eyes meeting yours, and a jolt of electricity shoots through you. There’s something so intense about his gaze, and despite being just one copy of millions, you’ve never seen eyes quite like his.

“I’m not very interesting,” He tells you, a little too neutral for your liking. “Just a soldier doing his duty.”

You scoff, tilting your head away before meeting his gaze again with an unbelieving glint in your eye.

“Trust me, I’ve worked with so many of you,” You explain, slowly turning away as you begin having trouble staring at him for so long. “All of you are different and unique in your own ways. You too. I’m sure there’s something special to love.”

The words spill out before you can contain them, but it’s hard to stay hung up on it when you’re usually so vocal. You turn back just to catch a glimpse of a lovely, barely-there grin on his stern face.

“Would you like to have dinner with me, Doc?” Wolffe then asks. 

Your smile is piercing.

“I would, Commander.”

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Star Wars: Revelations Wolffe x Roso

TCW FanFic: Wolffe x Roso 

(Rosomak in full, meaning Wolverine in Polish)

Norslyr Language translations

Neuk/Neuken means fuck in Dutch

This is the first sexual encounter between these two characters in a series I am writing based on the aftermath of TCW.

WARNINGS:  Explicit through and through.  Unprotected sex, cursing, rough and wild, religious mentions, the taking of the Male V-Card.  

4.1K Words

Star Wars: Revelations: Wolffe x Roso

Wolffe takes a sharp breath as Roso pulls on his skin between her teeth.  She sucks on the skin below the neckline of his blacks.  Her hands roam his body, his skin burns under her touch.  His hands timidly begin to explore her body.  Roso breaks from him with a fierce smile.  

“You taste good soldier.”  She says and kisses his lips.  His face flushes red.  Wolffe has never experienced this before, he feels drunk.  

“You feel good ma’am.”  He lets out as she trails down his chest to the hem of his shirt and takes it off him.  Her legs tighten around his waist to bring her body closer to his bare torso.  Goosebumps rise on his skin and she bites his ear lobe.  Her hands comb through his hair and feel the expanse of his back.  His hands hold her close to his body, unable to know what he can do to her in return.  Roso slips back and removes her compression top.  His eyes widen at the sight of her stretching up and her breasts exposed.  He has never seen such beauty in his whole life until now.  

How cruel.

She tosses her shirt to the side and cups his face.  “Please touch me.”  She whispers with a kiss.  His hands run up her stomach to cup her breasts.  The skin feels so delicate, taut, and firm.  The air within the LATT Walker is still with a slight chill from the outside weather.  Making both of their nipples ridged.  He takes a nipple between his thumb and index and lightly rolls it around.  She giggles in response and bites his neck.  

Wolffe instinctually places his hands down at her thighs and positions her apex to rest atop his raging boner.  Roso hums in approval and begins to roll her hips against him.  Moans escape his mouth as she rolls.  He’s never experienced this kind of friction before.  He is utterly helpless underneath her.  He feels as though he may cum already.  Roso can see it in his eyes.

“Cum for me Wolffe, let it out it’s alright.”  She coos in his ear.  

So breathy, needy, all for him.  

He wraps his arms around her and takes what he needs from her to get off.  The release comes hard, his cock twitches between her legs.  The sheer strength of his rig is impressive like the rest of his frame.  She brings her hands to his hair while whispering sweet praises in his ear and giving small kisses to his cheek and neck.  He feels this praise is unearned, he’s done nothing for her.  

“Do you have more to give Trooper?”  She asks taking his chin in her hand.  

“Yes.  Much more.”  He asserts and stands up with her still wrapped around his waist.  

She lets out a surprised,” Oh.”  With an eager smile as he walks forward and places her on the holo desk in the center of the hull.  

“May I undress you?”  He asks as his hands fall to her waist band.  He’s on his knees looking at her like a young pup begging for a treat.

How fitting.

“You may.”  She says and her back meets the table as he slides her pants off.  She wants her panties off too, but his hands stop hers to leave them on.

“I uh- want to take these off with my teeth if that’s alright.”  He says and his face burns a bright red, but he doesn’t break from eye contact.  

“Ja, go for it, Wolffe.”  She answers with an impressed smile.  He slips her socks off so all that Roso is wearing is a bright white thong.  The color matches the facilities of Kamino, how endearing.  

“You hear about this from a brother?”  She asks with a curious smile.  He doesn’t bother to hide his cracked grin.  

“Yeah, and he’s right.  It is just as hot as he described.”  He finishes talking and kisses her inner thighs.  His hands roam over the scarred and tattooed skin.  Maker, she is the softest thing he’s ever had the opportunity to ever feel in his life.  He wants to take her in a bed, not a bunk or sleeping pod, a bed with real sheets and pillows.  A mattress bigger than he is so he can sprawl out, bury himself inside of her.  These thoughts muster an urge from within him as Wolffe stops kissing her thighs and pushes himself up to steal a kiss from her for once.

Wolffe is not a boy anymore, not for much longer at least.  He’s a man and needs to start taking charge of this situation as a man should.  Wolffe cups the back of her head and brings her to him.  The kiss is eager and deep.  Her hands come to his face to hold onto him.  She introduces her tongue to his mouth.  He intended to just kiss her briefly, but now he wants to explore her mouth.  

“Heh, give me that tongue somewhere else, Trooper.”  She breaks from him and releases his face to lay out on the desk.  He trails kisses down her body until he reaches the band of her panties.  His hands feel her breasts.  His warm breath brushes against her skin and a shiver runs down Roso’s spine.  His teeth grip the fabric from a hip, and he pulls it down a leg.  She lets out a soft mewl as he takes in the sight of her wet quim.  She tidied up down there.  The skin is tender, and a delicate pink color towards the center.  

Wolffe’s mouth waters at the bare sight of Roso’s pussy.  

“Tell me what to do.”  He rasps lowly.  Not embarrassed but more so wanting to please her the best he can.  To earn praise for his work.  

“Focus on this little part.  The clit.”  Her hand comes down and presses a little pink button at the crest of her folds.  He replaces her finger with his own to start exploring her terrain.  It’s soft and slippery.  Her hand covers his as he wiggles his finger on the clit.   Mesmerized by the way her legs prop up on the desk and the noises that she lets out into the still air.  

Wolffe takes his finger away and he can’t help but smell it, it’s bitter as the slick begins to dry.  Then he puts it in his mouth to taste it.  

- “I need more to get a real taste of her.”-  He thinks to himself and puts his whole index finger in his mouth to slick it up for her to take it with more ease.  He inserts his finger slowly.  He traces the opening carefully to inspect the durability.  This is where children are meant to come from, surely it can take a finger or two.  

As his finger slips in, Roso lets out a wonderful sound that Wolffe needs to hear more of.  She’s so wet, her moans, her hands come to her breasts to play with her soft nipples.  His tan skin entering her fair pink warmth has him throbbing below.  

Wolffe slides his finger in and out a few times and adds his middle finger.  She brings a hand down to meet his, not to stop him, but just to touch him.  He brings his tongue to her clit as his fingers work to open her up for his pulsing mass.  The hull begins to ring with her moans and mewls.  The air is growing warm with their bodies.  Her hand leaves his to grip his hair, which he finds turns him on even more.  

“Oh Wolffe...you’re so good!  You’re doing so good!”  She lets out with pleasure.  Roso can feel his fingers dig deep inside, stretching her in a blissful manner.  

She needs more.  

Roso’s hands comb through his thick hair, touching his shoulders to the back of his neck as his tongue laps at her clit.  She pulls the back of his hair to angle his eyes to look up at her as his tongue flicks at her clit.  She can feel that hot coil building in her core, her legs open wider, she leans back on her elbows.  To then just collapse on the table as her back arches.  He can feel her intensity, her need for release.  

Her moans grow louder and louder to a concerning level.  He almost stops to make her pipe down, but how can he do that to her?  Deny her a release as she had bestowed upon him moments before...or maybe he could stop now?  See if she would beg him, ask for him to continue, maybe she’d order him to make her cum.  The thought alone makes him hum with excitement which transfers onto Roso.

“Move your fingers faster please!”  She sounds completely out of control, just focused on one goal.  Wolffe breaks his face from her pussy and cranes up to silence her with a kiss.  He hooks an arm around her neck to cradle her up with his fingers working away below.  His tongue invades her mouth.  Roso tastes herself on his tongue and just melts on his hand.  He takes his fingers out but before she can protest, he switches to his middle and ring fingers and buries them to the last knuckle.  As he does this, he can feel a patch of rubbery skin inside her walls.  

“That spot...”. She stifles her moan in his shoulder.  “Yes, yes yes!  Ja!”  Wolffe inserts his fingers repeatedly and rubbing that patch until her walls quiver and what he thinks is piss that sprays him and drips onto the floor.  Her arms lock around his neck, he keeps fingering her until her hand comes down to clutch him still.  Her breath is ragged, and her grip is tight, her nails dig deliciously into his skin.  Wolffe hopes the marks she leaves do not heal too quickly.  He hopes they last to serve as a reminder of his accomplishment on this night.  Making a woman cum with just his fingers.  

Wolffe finds himself rubbing against her thighs for friction.  So caught up in her excitement forgetting about his own erection.  

“By Odin…”  She lets out softly into his neck.  Having her cling to him like this is beyond arousing.  Catching her breath, she reaches up and pulls her hair band out to let her bright blonde hair fall.  Roso looks up into Wolffe’s eyes from his chest with her beautiful sky-blue pools.  Tears of pleasure in the corners with flushed cheeks.  “That was amazing.”  She speaks with a sex drunk smile and kisses his plump lips.  Their tongues dance.  

Wolffe is reluctant to part from her but he needs to straighten up from his position.  Roso follows suit, the surface of the desk isn’t flat.  It has raised borders along the edge and center, which have been digging into her sides and back.  When she gets to her feet she nearly drops, the attentive soldier supports her.  She can no longer ignore his erection.  He has been rather patient and respectful with her.  Nothing like a petulant teenager poking and prodding for his own release with little care for her needs.  

Roso wraps her arms around his neck as they stood there and kisses Wolffe deeply.  Her hands slowly making their way down his broad chest down to his abdomen.  Her hands reach his waist band and pull them down to free his throbbing stalk.  She lowers to her knees.  She takes his cock in hand, while looking up at him she purposefully has his cock over her face to show him just how big his male equipment is in comparison to her female anatomy.  

He revels in this display.  He kicks his blacks off from his feet to be completely naked with her.  She licks a heated stripe up from his base to the tip.  Moved by this action he finds himself looking for something to lean against.  

“Sit down Wolffe.”  She says and he looks behind himself to see the chair they were in earlier.  He sits down and watches as she crawls on all fours to snake between his legs and pump his cock.  Locks of hair cover her left eye, both of which are swimming with lust.  Groans leave him as she plays with the head with her tongue.  She laps at the opening of his cock, digging her tongue into the divot.  His hands grip the arm rests, he doesn’t know what else to do with his hands.  Can he touch her?  Play with her hair?  Push her head down onto it?  His hips buck at the idea of just taking her skull and stuffing his rod down her gullet.  But seeing how large his mass is, he doesn’t want to choke her, at least not with his cock, his hands maybe…

Roso can read him like an instruction manual.  She ‘pops’ off his head and takes his right hand and places it to the back of her head to grip her hair.  “I can’t deep throat.  But I’ll do my best sir.”  She says in a sultry voice before taking more of him in her mouth.  She cleans his cock from all the dried release he let out earlier.  

- “Glad he cares to groom himself.”- Roso thinks to herself, appreciating the shaved pubes above his shaft.  

The light from the viewport captures the raised veins that rage within his cock.  His balls are tight, even with the recent release he is ready to deploy another battalion of his own soldiers for her.  The lewd noises that come from her mouth as she swallows him down makes him open his legs more.  Relaxing whilst enjoying the view and the pleasure.  But he doesn’t have another round in him if he cums again, she knows this.  Roso hollows her cheeks and sucks him deeply.  The heat of her mouth mixed with her precise tongue and saliva mix around his shaft.  With a few more bobs his head falls back with a sinful moan.  His grip loosens from her hair and falls to grip her throat.  

“I want your quim woman, please.”  His voice is at a dangerously low tone that makes Roso squirm with delight.  She responds with taking his cock from her mouth with another loud and erotic ‘pop’.  Then she climbs onto him once again.  She leans forward to get his mass lined up with her aching opening.  Wolffe doesn’t think he can fit all the way inside her, he’s clearly much too big for her entrance.  But he’d be damned if he didn’t try and push for it.  

Wolffe’s hands come to her sides to support her as she rises, the head rests at the opening.  Roso watches Wolffe’s eyes narrow in anticipation, he takes a sharp inhale, his Nero’s Crown bobs in his throat with a gulp.  A devilish glint appears in Roso’s eyes as she sinks down onto him.  Her hands come from his chest to his throat, she needs both hands to assert her grip around him.  His hands tighten their grip on her hips in response.  She gets him halfway inside.  Her walls are so tight around him, he doesn’t know which tightness to focus on. 

Her tight grip around his throat or her pulsing pussy.

“Roso…”  He sighs.  Heated tears of ecstasy form in the corners of his eyes.  She feels too good.  Her beautiful tattooed and scarred sculpted body on top of his own.  His toes curl at the overwhelming pleasure.  She moves up a ways, he can feel the drag of their connections.  Then she sinks back down swallowing even more of him until she buries his whole cock inside herself.  Her walls pulse around him.  

“Shhh now.  Let the experienced do her job, soldier.”  She lifts a finger to his lips.  With the release of that hand, he can breathe more, but this leaves him to dive into the euphoria of her insides.  He can feel ridges inside her, it’s soft and yet resilient.  It feels like a muscle and reacts like one.  

It is truly divine.  

Wolffe’s jaw goes slack, and his head falls back as she bounces on his meat.  She feels the burn of her opening from the stretch of his girth.  Her forehead falls into the crook of his neck as she rides him.  His hands gripping tightly on her hips.  Her nails scrape his scalp and shoulders.  

“So tight…”  He whimpers into the open air.  His head becomes dizzy.  Roso begins panting, her tongue slides along the column of his neck.  “So good…so wet…oh kriff!”  He pants into her ear as his hands wrap around her holding her close and reaching down to cup her ass.  

“You’re so big Wolffe!  Ah!  Neuk me door Odin!”  She hisses through her teeth as she bites into his shoulder to stifle her scream.  

“Kriff…bite me harder.”  He seethes through his teeth, taking the pain and begins to thrust up into Roso.  He wants more.  She follows his request and picks a new spot closer to his neck.  She bites him again and again, her nails dig into his back, the chair begins to rock about as she slams down onto him.  

Her warmth envelopes him, not just her physical anatomy; but her entire presence.  

Dominating yet displays refreshing feminine grace.  A determined and kind smile.  Her vocabulary is creative and endearing as Arubesh is not her first language.  She treats the men as human beings, inspires individuality, and evokes independent thinking.  All things his engineering should refuse right?  Especially being intimate with a female, it should not be a desire.  But when Roso tore Bric a new one on Kamino after he disrespected Jedi Knight Shaak Ti behind her back in front of the battalions; he could not deny his ingrained human male desire.

Wolffe must fuck Roso, she catches wind of his need.  Now here she is answering the demand of this Alpha male.  

“Neuken Thor!”  She keeps saying the name of other men.  Wolffe will no longer subject himself to hear her scream the name of other men whilst she is riding him.  

“That.  Is.  Not.  My.  Name.  Woman!”  He snaps up with his arms under her legs as his words are punctuated with every thrust.  Each thrust he pulls out to the head and stuffs himself back inside with a newfound ferocity.  Each thrust pushes the air from her lungs as he fills her insides to reshape her quim to the shape of his thick stalk.  A thin sheen of sweat breaks across the both of them as the heat of their sex fills the walker’s hull.  

“Ah!  Wolffe!  Oh Wolffe!  Ah!  Ah!  Alpha!”

“Just my damn name!”  He pounds away, he slams her to the holo desk and keeps her legs spread with his hands gripping each ankle.  Her breasts bounce in rhythm to the force of his hips smashing into hers.  As her mind goes blank, she realizes that the word Alpha is also a name given to more distinguished Clones.   

His force is so great it makes Roso think that he’ll saw her in half.  His cock is buried to the hilt.  With no sign of stopping unless she makes amends.  He was right to punish her for screaming the names of other men while he is the one delivering this pleasure onto her.  To make amends for her error she looks up at him with apology dripping from her eyes.  Her hands reach up to signal for him to lean down over her so she can cling to him, to take his brutal onslaught of prurience.  

“Wolffe…”  She mewls.  He cannot punish her, for she is not…his.  

His pace lessens but does not halt.  He is close now.  He leans down to accept her embrace.  His hands slide down to grasp her and pull her to his chest.  Her legs wrap around his waist as her nails dig into his back once more.  His cock pumping inside, her warmth squelches with every thrust echoing in the hull with their pants and moans.  She returns her teeth to his unmarked shoulder.

“Where should-should I- cum?”  He lets out between grunts.  

“Wherever you want…Wolffe!”  She whines in his ear followed by inserting her tongue into it.  Her breasts press against his chest, her quim clenches, and squirms.  The slapping of their flesh is erotic.  His girth fulfills her needy ache.  

As Wolffe nears release, every cell in his body screams to cum inside.  He focuses on what he physically can feel on his member.  Roso’s pitch becomes higher, her whines are drawing out.  He hammers down into her as if he were Thor and she the Anvil.  Roso clutches a fistful of his hair and the words Wolffe has longed to hear finally spill from her mouth.

“Wolffe I’m cumming!  I’m cumming on your cock!  Right now, ah!”  A white-hot flash blinds Roso.  Her coiling ache releases around Wolffe’s cock which constricts his member in a way he has never fathomed.  He drops to his knees with her in his arms and he does the only thing a soldier knows how, he presses onward.  He continues to rut into her with unsteady thrusts but remains buried to the hilt inside her, trying to feel her snug pussy for all its worth while she comes undone on him.  

Wolffe cums inside her.  It is abrupt.  It is hard.  It takes their breath away.  

He cups the back of her head as he falls forward, his body needs to be as deep inside her as possible.  

As he cums, Wolffe howls.  

His rig releases a very generous load.  An amount he has never released on his own before.  His blistering ropes can be felt filling up her womb.  She is going to be feeling him for the remainder of the week she can just tell.  He collapses on top of her.  His breath brushes across her neck.  He buries his face in her shiny hair and removes himself from her spent apex.  They remain there in a loose embrace of tired and heaving limbs.  

His seed spills from her pot.  

Wolffe props himself up with one arm to look down at Roso.  An arm is raised to her forehead, she regains her breath and looks up at him.  She brings a hand to his cheek and they share a deep kiss.  He has marks all over his upper body and back, almost matching the same number of scars on her own body.  But she knows he will wear them proudly.  Her fair skin is glistening in their sweat.  He sits up to give her space, he looks between her legs to see his cum spill from her engorged opening.  His cock twitches but doesn’t have the strength to rise once more.  

But the sight of this…what it signifies…

“Thank you…”  He says to break the lingering silence in the hull.  

“Heh, ja, thank you Trooper.”  She says and sits up and leans back against the holo desk.  “Honored to show you a good time for your first time.”  She winks at him.  Her legs close him off from the sight between them.  

“It was magnificent.  Aside from the use of others’ names.  Could’ve done without that.”  He smirks.  

She closes her eyes and her head dips forward for a moment, then returns her gaze to meet his.  “Odin is the All Father of my Gods.  Thor is one of his mightiest Sons.  Alpha was only to refer to you as the ‘Alpha Wolf’.”  She clears the air.  “You were fucking me with the spirit of Gods Wolffe.”  Her eyes light up in the darkness of the hull.  A foot drags up the side of his leg affectionately.  He feels pride in his chest, he has earned this praise.  

He moves over to sit next to her and leans against the bottom of the holo desk.  Her hand finds his and their fingers entangle.  Her head rests on his shoulder, both still panting slightly, coming down together from their highs.  For as right as this all feels, Wolffe knows all too well that this isn’t a real relationship.  It never can be, it could exist however if he were not a Clone.  Secondary property of the Republic, firstly to his Kaminoan creators.  Both entities forbidding any sort of intimate relationship.  

He is property, nothing more and nothing less.  Roso understands the purpose of his creation and yet here they both are.  Being intimate as nature intends for men and women.  And no one from either side came in and busted them.  This is a conclusion that these men need to realize on their own terms; and they will in due time. But this isn’t a time for an angsty speech. They enjoy the moment together.  

“Wolffe?”  Roso asks softly.  He says nothing but looks down at her with a gentle gaze.  

“I’d love to have you again sometime in the future.”  She says and plants a thoughtful kiss to his lips.  He reciprocates her feelings with a warm smile and a brightness within his eyes.  She knows in that very instant; the next time she finds him within the Void, that brightness will no longer be present within both his eyes.  

“I look forward to it, Roso.”

Thar be GEMS in this masterlist! Wow I'm so in love!~

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“Just look at me. Forget everything else.”

An injury on the battlefield, hands clasped tightly - im thinking a clone x reader during the clone wars timeline, even better if reader or clone is a medic

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oh yes, we love hurt x comfort, especially combined with angst! one of my favorite tropes and i eat it up every. single. time.

i think we'll do a commander wolffe x jedi healer reader for this one. just a psa, this one has mature content, so if you have a meek stomach, i suggest scrolling past this one! (also idc if this is not canon. this is my canon.)

"he's over here!"

as the world around you seemed to crumble, you could pick out comet's distressed call, the desperation inflected in his tone nearly cracking his voice.

"i'm coming!" you cried, cupping your hands around your lips to amplify your voice, "who is it?"

"it's wolffe!"

oh gods.

fuck, fuck, fuck.

sprinting forward, the clamor of battle was nearly deafening. your heart was thumping, adrenaline pumping through your veins as you stumbled upon the sight of comet, holding wolffe to his chest.

wolffe was nearly unconscious, his breathing ragged, streaks of blood caked to the right side of his face. for just a moment, you felt your body still, the hairs on your neck tingling.

his right eye was gone, a gaping, horrendous wound in its place. the worst aspect of it was that the blood did not seem to end, gushing nearly all over his features.

yet, you clenched your jaw, exhaling a shaky breath. no matter who it was, you needed a clear mind. you were a healer, a medic for the jedi. this is what you were meant to do. this is what you did best. this is the person you were meant to be.

"wolffe," you murmured, kneeling beside him, "i'm here. it's okay."

"i can't fucking see!" a mangled sob rang out, "i can't fucking see! where are my brothers? what's happening? i need to know!"

"wolffe," carefully, you cradled his face, "i'm here."

"oh gods," he groaned, nearly going limp under your touch, "it hurts. it hurts so fucking much. fix me, baby. please."

"i will," your voice was softened, just enough to comfort him, "you'll be okay."

"w-what about my eye?" you noticed the glitter of a tear as his lip trembles, "what are we going to do about my eye baby?"

"wolffe, just look at me. forget everything else."

"i'm just so scared baby," the tears were relentless now, "i'm so scared. what if they decommission me? put me medical leave?"

"you're worrying about the wrong things right now," somehow a giggle bubbled up in your throat, your hands searching for your medpack, "we'll figure it out. we always will."

"just don't let me die," a trembling hand found yours, intertwining your fingers together, "don't let me die baby."

"i won't," pausing from your work, you squeezed his hand gently, "i won't let anything else happen to you. not while i'm here."

"stars, i love you," his voice was growing more quiet now, raspy and broken. yet, you heard. and you knew comet heard them. but he was quiet, a solemn expression painted across his features.

however, you could sense an understanding in his aura. almost like an unspoken promise.

he would not speak of this. not to buir. not to the council. not to anyone. this would be a secret he would keep for the two of you, for many moons to come.

as wolffe began to slip into unconsciousness, he dipped his head, almost prompting you to say the words you desperately wanted to blurt out.

"i love you too, wolffe. more than you will ever know."

and with that, the commander's world grew black.

Clones as expectant fathers

I am an actual nero-cancer researcher. I have a job and a degree. And my ADHD brain saw sad military men and went “I want that one”

Clones: Rex, Wolffe, Fox, Cody and Fives

CW: pregnancy, the clones all have a ‘secret’ SO, They are expecting a baby, A little angsty with Fox, there's slight mentions of smut with Fives (if you squint), swearing, this is just supposed to be a good time, its not reader insert

Minors do not interact!

Rex

Terrified. Also overjoyed. But mostly terrified. 

He’s a soldier. Captain of the 501st, the most….adventurous of the GAR. His chances of dying on the battlefield and leaving his SO behind are higher than the average clone

And now he may leave behind his child? His kid may grow up without a father

He gets nervous. Anxious and antsy, and it's very VERY easy for Anakin to figure out Rex isn’t entire OK

Rex doesn’t even need to tell Anakin.

Skywalker takes one look at him and just KNOWS.

“Congrats, Rex.” “...on what, sir?” “If it's a boy, name him after me.” “WHAT!?”

Ahsoka needs to be told and she’s more excited than Rex when she finds out. 

“Come on Rex! Name them after me! The republic needs an Ahsoka jr!” “And if the baby is a boy?” “Don’t name them after skyguy, please!”

Most of the 501st don't know. Too many people knowing raises the chance of less accepting individuals knowing. And if that happens, Rex, his SO and his baby may be in danger.

It’s forbidden for the clones to have SO’s, not to mention babies. It could end with Rex being decommissioned or reconditioned if it was found out he had both

Rex will visit and help as much as he can every chance he gets. He feels terrible for leaving his SO for long stretches of time during the pregnancy. 

He WANTS to be there…he just can’t. Not while the war was going on

Despite his terror, Rex is…overjoyed

He didn’t think children were possible for him. He knew it could happen, but he didn’t think HE would ever know this happiness

The first time he feels his baby move in his SO, he’d get this sweetest smile on his face. He’ll kiss the baby bump and just murmur words of love in mando’a

He falls head-over-heels in love all over again

As the due date approaches, Anakin asks an important question

“Captain, I need to know when your baby might be born.” “...why, sir?” “Because I need to know when to take extended leave.”

Anakin tells Padme, and she is beyond sweet. Even visits Rex’s SO and the two have a wonderful friendship

All in all, Rex is both excited and anxious. But having so much support from Anakin, Ahsoka and Padme (and his other brothers who find out much later) helps him a lot

Wolffe

More relaxed. And by relaxed I mean he hides his anxiety better. And it doesn’t exactly hit him as hard

Partly because Plo Koon and the entire Wolfpack knows about his relationship already. 

So you bet your ass the pack celebrates when Wolffe tells them he's going to be a father

Plo Koon especially is excited

“How wonderful, new life being born during times of war” “I’m not naming my child after you, general Plo.” “Nonsense! The child will be a girl.”

During battle, Wolffe finds himself being protected by his brothers and General a tad more

At first he writes it off as a coincidence, but then Boost lets slip during a battle “You gotta get back to your little one!”

He gives his men a bit of a lecture. He’s not incapable of fighting or defending himself. He thinks the message gets across but Plo chimes in with, “Ah yes, the stern words of a father already!”

Wolffe would probably see his SO more frequently than Rex. Just because Plo would more than likely spend more time on Coruscant.

He’s definitely protective. As in, waking up in the middle of the night to check all the windows, protective. Keeping an arm around his SO, protective. Every symptom or sign of discomfort he calls a medical droid, protective.

He’s not stupid, he is well aware that by having an SO and a child on the way he's in violation of several rules. All of which, when broken, would have him decommissioned

But dammit, he's not letting that happen. Wolffe will be there for his SO and his baby, no matter what

Since he’s able to spend more time with his SO, he’s there to feel the first movements of his baby.

It sort of causes him to short-circuit for a second. It hits him that yes, this is a life that he and his SO both created. Out of love.

Wolffe makes a swear that he’s going to protect his baby at all costs

Grandpa Plo does as well, but the Wolfpack doesn’t know that

Fox (kinda angst)

First of all congratulations to the SO for actually managing to be Fox’s SO

They got to be something special for the head of Palpatine’s personal guard to break rules and regulations and find himself an SO

Speaking of Palpatine, congratulations to Fox! Your SO is now in even more danger!

No, seriously. Palpatine knows before Fox. No one knows how, but he knows.

And he absolutely will use Fox’s SO as leverage to keep him under control

And Fox knows this, so he behaves. More so than usual.

He’s not blind. Hes fiercely loyal to the republic, but one step out of line and the (very few) things he cares about will be killed

Which…is why Fox may come across as cold or uninterested when his SO informs him of their pregnancy

A part of him is terrified, he just won’t show it

He’s not going to be more affectionate or anything. He actually acts pretty normal. Which is standoffish.

Despite his…demeanor, he actually manages to be present for the entirety of the pregnancy. It helps being a Coruscant guard, which means he’s more present than all the other clones.

He’s not moving mountains or anything, but he’ll get snacks in the middle of the night in case of cravings

No one else knows about Fox and his SO. not even his own men. He refuses to tell anyone. 

Its for his SO’s protection

But Palpatine, the sick fuck, slips some words to get Fox’s nerves into overdrive

“This war is taking such a toll. So many dead children…so many grief stricken parents” “Sir?” “Oh nothing. Just stating the fact that the loss of an innocent life, such as…a baby, is always a tragedy. Wouldn’t you agree, commander?”

He found himself walking home a bit faster that day and hugs his SO a little tighter that night

Fox cares, in his own way. He’s just beyond stressed and anxious. But you wouldn’t know. He hides it behind a mask. 

It's actually Padme that finds out. And she feels somewhat bad for Fox. She thinks his anxiety comes from the fact that clones aren't allowed SO’s or children

Which, it is, but theres the added threat of fucking Palpatine.

She ends up getting him to tell her the truth and she swears to secrecy. Even offers to hire his SO as some sort of assistant, if only so Fox can be closer to his SO

Hear me out, he actually breaks down when he feels the baby move. He can’t fully handle it anymore and shuts down. 

This is a baby. His baby. They're alive and already so loved.

Something in him clicks and he accepts Padme’s help. 

His terror gets easier, ever so slightly. But he keeps his collected and calm front.

Cody

“General Kenobi-” “Ah! Commander Cody! Congratulations!”

goddamnit.exe

Cody is a tad more relaxed than Rex, but more tense than Wolffe

He knows Kenobi isn’t going to punish him or force him back to Kamino for decommissioning, he’s still a little on guard.

But, since Kenobi knows, Anakin does. So does Ahsoka. Which means Rex knows.

goddamnit2.exe

More people in the 501st know than in the 212th which gives him the biggest headache

Waxer knows though. Cody had to tell someone that wasn’t a sarcastic general

He does a good job hiding his worry though

Cody is able to spend about the same amount of time as Rex with his SO

He doesn’t feel as bad as Rex when it comes to the lack of presence he has during the pregnancy

It's war. It sucks and he’d prefer to be there for his SO, but he’d also prefer SO and child have freedom from the separatists

I will say, he is pretty attentive when he isn’t off in space.

Foot rubs, shoulders massages, helping with cravings

One thing Cody does is that he’ll wrap his arms under his SO’s baby bump and lift it slightly, giving his SO’s back some relief

He really loves to do this because his SO just melts

Hear me out, Cody gets giggly when he feels the baby move/kick the first time

His palm is on the bump and he feels that first little flutter against his hand

404 Commander Cody has his amygdala broken from joy. Reboot?

He’ll actually tell Kenobi about it because he’s so happy.

“That's wonderful Cody, but I still question one thing.” “What is it, sir?” “How you managed to get laid to begin with.”

Goddamnit3.exe

Fives

“Hey everyone! I’m gonna be a dad!”

Ecstatic is not a strong enough word

Also not subtle at all

There is a solid 3 hours until everyone in the 501st knows

He’s told Echo before the first hour. Rex knew within 2 hours.

Fives is BEYOND over the moon

He gets this small smile on his face that just doesn’t go away

Whenever he’s not with his SO, he definitely calls them every day. He wants updates on the little one

Also, seeing his SO with a baby bump? Unlocks something inside his brain.

Fives is incredibly horny when he’s with his SO. He’ll be rubbing their middle and getting a puppy dog look in his eye.

Only if his SO is in the mood of course! He’d never try and be forceful

He’s probably the clone that takes the distance the hardest. He debates taking a ship and making a run for Coruscant on more than one occasion.

In the end he settles to ask Anakin for extended leave.

Anakin is also extremely happy for Fives. Like with Rex, he makes a “name the baby after me” joke

Fives brings that up to his SO and nearly gets smacked. He also makes a “Fives jr.” joke and actually does get smacked.

When Fives feels the baby kick, he gets high on happiness. Actual mumbling incoherent words of love and affection in Mando’a

Lots and lots of “Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum”

He also gets very VERY affectionate with his SO

Kisses his SO’s face a lot. Even as a greeting, he’ll just start peppering their cheeks with pecks

Also probably the only one ballsy enough to ASK his general for extended leave

“Excuse me, general Skywalker? I’ll need to take leave at this date.” “Oh, yea sure. You know what? That seems like a good time for all the men to take a break. Thanks, Fives.”

He’s also probably the only one ballsy enough to actually take his new born baby onto a fucking battleship to introduce everyone.

“This is your uncle Rex. This is your uncle Echo and your uncle Tup. That's your auntie Ahsoka!” “Fives what the FUCK are you doing?!” “Introducing the family, captain.”

I'm adding onto this with some more charcaters.

Star wars

- darth maul

- savage opress

- Din Djarin

- Arcann Tirall

- Darth Marr

- Darth Revan

- torian Cadera

- Jango Fett

-boba Fett

And the extra 20 lines.

51- "fuck!, sweetheart I'm so sorry. You scared the shit out of me, are you alright"

52- "Don't you ever talk about my commander like that every again"

53- "I missed you Cyar'ika" "I missed you too handsome"

54- "You know that the boys and I have a bet running over when you are going to ask them out"

55- "Can I have a word in private with you?"

56- "Don't stop on my account Beloved"

57- "In a little sweetheart,  let me finish this then I'm all yours"

58- "We have much to discuss, pet" "As you wish My Lord"

59- "This is really good!"  "Don't talk with your mouth full"

60- "This is amazing, y/n! It's like a picture! I didn't know you could draw!"

61- "can you climb up there?" "Sure that easy"

62- "baby it's midnight, please come to bed, it's cold without you"

63- "fuck sweetheart!, well if that isn't a sight I don't know what is"

64- " can you teach me how to fly?" "The last time I did we nearly crashed into a moon"

65- " gods I wish that were me" "getting beat to shit by a ____?!"

66- "dinner will be done on a little" "i've found something different I want eat"

67- " no!! Please put me down!" "But you looks so good up here"

68- "your playing with fire now sweetheart!" "Well I am a Pyromaniac what do you expect,"

69- " give me a fucking break!" "How about I break that pretty little neck of yours"

70- " You'd look nice with a child" "you just have baby fever"

So while I'm working on Match ups and the last request I have here are some things you can ask for. For Mortal kombat and the bad batch/Clone wars. You can ask for up to 4 numbers and I'll make a mini fanfic for it. I won't be doign these until after I've finished the match ups.

So enjoy some more content. P.s all of these are lines from fanfics I've written over the years.

"I'm the leader here!"

"What did you do this time?"

"Can you repeat that, I was to busy staring into your eyes"

"I got spiked by something"

"Look I'm not the brightest tool in the tool box"

"Please don't shoot me for being an inconclusive"

"Statistically we have a 20% chance of dying"

You think I act bad you should see yourself, blushing little virgin"

"Fuck I hate people "

"Please stop nearly getting yourself killed!"

"Maybe I don't want to behave"

"You would like that wouldn't you"

"You're the reason we are in this situation"

"You better Fuck as good as you fight"

"Are you jealous?"

"You look good as a dad"

"I'm gonna lose my shit" "At the old people?!"

"What is the meaning of this?"

"Dear Lord, your a father now."

"Get back here, Vermin!"

"You're starting to make a nasty habit of being in trouble"

"Why the fuck would you buy that?"

"At least I have a nice ass"

"I think I'm in love with you, and I don't know what to do"

"Is this what it takes to make you quiet"

"But I wasn't smart enough for that"

"Drinking drink?"

"Then bend me over and fuck me, hard and fast"

NO! don't move your comfy"

"Oh god, that's your ' I did something I shouldn't have' "

"Are you drunk?"

"Welp it's times like this I wish _____ was here with us"

"Murders on my mind"

"How much do I look like a fuck boy? " *Points gun* "Enough"

"You will not make progress if you do not practice"

"I know you are in here, we must talk. Now"

"You act like a Bitch in heat, it's shameful"

"Behave"

"Just kiss me!"

"Keep that foul mouth shut"

"are you alright?"

"you an I will be having words on our way back"

"Lets do this again some time"

"I will meet you in five minutes"

"Oh, Hey ____, good morning ain't it?"

"Doesn't matter your not leaving here by yourself anyway."

"Lot worse ways to go out, being Slammed into a wall by a handsome man"

"He's an asshole. But he's all handsome, socially out of tune"

I don't want to lose you"

"Stop messing with things you don't know about!"

Welp since I've done a Tech Piece planning to do one based off the scene with the wall becuase that man makes me feel shit.

But hey any other Bad batch/clone wars fic ideas you wanna see send them to my ask or reblog with it so I can see it. And I'll go from there.

But yea I wanna write some more fics when I get the time. Plus I'm a simp so...

But now for me to work on some more Mortal kombat stuff becuase I've kinda neglected it for

Tech

So I'm reopening the Bad batch, Clone wars and Grim Squad match ups now becuase I'm doign more stuff for my clone boys and having a break from Mortal kombat. Yes I will be going back to it in a bit and still working on fanfics. The same for the Clones. Match ups, fanfics and one shots are now open for the boys.

Please go look at the pin post for more information and rules for the request.

Guys I'm taking fic request for any of the Star wars characters on my pinned posted you can have Nsfw fics or if your feeling it head over and pick some numbers from the 70 different lines for a fic and I'll write it. Atm I do have a about 17 match ups and another Tech fic on the way but have at with some fics.

I put alot of time into them and I have alot of fun making them so please don't feel afraid to ask for a Fic. I always get really excited when someone has a Fic idea.

Tag list Tag list: @loth-wolffe @din-djarins-riduur @degreeinsimping @disney-dance @slut4tech @kriffclone @discofern @stressedfroggy @gothy-froggy

Hi ya! I was wondering if I could please get a match up for either The Bad Batch or just Star Wars in general??

I am 18, female and straight. Currently my skin tone is a lovely shade of pink and red because I got sunburnt 🤣 but normally it’s decently fair/medium fair (and that’s being generous), my hair is dirty blonde and curly. I enjoy being creative in many ways such as writing, painting and dance, I have actually danced for almost 7 years now and it is one of my biggest passions and stress reliever. I’m not a super serious person overall and I love to just relax and have a good time with whatever I’m doing and whoever I’m with. My live language is 100% mutual playful banter and “bullying” (obviously not actual bullying but picking on each other in a playful manner) that being said though I do know when to be serious and I’m always an ear to listen and a shoulder to lean on.

I hope that is an okay description

🖤🖤

I'm a do both for you.

Clone wars

I match you with..... Wolffe

Wolffe doesn't show affection much, it's small things with him such as brushing his hand agaisnt yours or small words of encouragement.

He and the 104th have watched you dance before Plo Koon has been partaken in a few session.

He is always stressed and Plo Koon has tried getting him to find ways to destress. Wolffe and Cody are two most stressed clone Commanders in all the GAR.

Teach him how to dance and bully him lightly. It will become some what normal for him and he will do it back to you when he tries to teach you how to holds blaster properly.

Lots of play fights which he most certainty doesn't let you win. What are you talking about you won fair and square.

He enjoys having you around when he is doing reports. Just having you in the same room makes it more bearable working.

Please curl up against him while he works it's gives him time for you and moments of affection he normally wouldn't share. And at the same time he gets his reports done quicker.

Man blushes hard with hand holding.

Please treasure and reassure Wolffe that you love him yes he can be a hard ass but he is also a soft soul who has been thought alot.

" Cyar'ika, please. I need to get these reports finished" Wolffe says lightly looking from the reports to you as you lean over his chair.

"Sorry Wolffe I just want to cuddle" you say as you press a kiss to his temple.

Wolffe grumbles lightly but opens his arms so that you can came around and make yourself comfortable on his lap.

Wolffe wraps his right arm around you pulling you rest your head against his shoudler.

Wolffe smiles lightly as he presses a kiss to your cheek and continues to look over his reports in the comfortable silence between you both.

Your fingers start to wander slowly drawing symbols and patterns over his chest. Wolffe let's out a rumble of a sigh as his eyes focus on you.

"Cyar'ika, your being a pest" he says only for you to giggle lightly.

" Sorry Wolffe. I just enjoy being close. Haven't seen you in a little and I missed your handsome face" you reply leaning up and pressing a kiss to his lips which makes him huff again.

"Your pushing it now Cyare" he chuckles as his arm grips your thigh pulling you up closer.

The Bad batch

I match you with.... Crosshair

Crosshair has such good balance and he makes for a great dance partner. As much as he grumbles about dancing he really enjoys it.

He's very cocky when he dances with you. Man just enjoys being an asshole. Lots of bullying and jokes.

He's the type of assholes who would slap your sunburnt skin and then hide in the highest place possible so you can't hit him back.

He loves pushing you out of your comfort zone. Not something over the top but like holding your hand in public or with a group of people just s starts being overly effected.

Hes a bully as it is so it's just this big rivalry between the two of you. He loves teasing you over alot do things but never things that you really enjoy.

Write him teasing little love letters about how much you want to punch him in the face and he just smiles to himself with his hand coming his face.

He will send you back letters like that and all of the bad batch and GAR know you two have a thing going becuase of it.

He's all the type of asshole who randomly scares you with loud noise and picking you up.

His love language is basically being a cat.

"Cross! You asshole!" You yell chasing after the man. You can hear his chuckle as he quickly climbs part of ruins that the bad batch now occupy.

"I'm going to flail you. And I'll make it look like an accident!" You yell again. Crosshair smirks from his position seeing the bright green paint dripping down they side of your face.

"You'll have to come up here if you want a chance of that princess" toothpick pressed into the Corner of his mouth as he says himself up on the pillar.

"Come down here and fight me like a man Crooshair, or are you scared Loth cat" you try and taunt as he lines up the scope of the gun.

"Its cute that you think you can taunt me Y/n real cute" he calls as he shoots the rifle sending another bright coloured paint ball right into your leg.

"I hate you Cross!, I'm not giving fucking Smooches for the next week!" You call our to him as you slowly lip away covered in green and Blue paint.

So.... I had to close match ups again becuase I have just a big demand for them but since it's closed I'm still doign fanfictions and request. But liek I have over 20+ new request. Plus the other 10 I'm working thought.

I know I already sent in a match up, so I hope I don’t seem greedy, but how does a number oneshot sound? Maybe 3,4, 21 with some clone troopers? Either Rex or maybe one of the Batcher’s? If this is too many requests I totally get it! 😅 hope you’re doing well!

Gonna do this before anymore match ups since it's gonna be a few Characters in this. And becuase I need something.

Warnings: mentions of Drugging, getting drugged. Swearing, fighting being looked after after getting drugged.

3- "Can you repeat that, I was to busy staring into your eyes"

4- "I got spiked by something"

21- "You're starting to make a nasty habit of being in trouble"

79's is in full swing tonight, filled to the brink with both People and The many clone soldiers now on shore leave or just fianlyl back from mission. You sit by yourself drinking enjoy the high life of the party.

You had been invited to by a few of the cloens that you work with and at the moment they are at the bar ordering new drinks. Your eyes linger on the crowd on the dance floor as a new drink is placed infornt of you by one of the lady who looks like a bartender.

"I was told to deliver this to you" she says with a smile before waving and walking off again. You take a light sip of the drink and eyes go wide at the sweet flavor or the alcohol. As you do a man makes his way over to sit with you.

You give him a raised eyebrow as he makes himself comftable. "Hi!, I saw you sitting by your self so I thought I'd be you a drink" he says with a smile. He holds his hand out and tell you his name waiting for you to shake it. "Y/n And I'm not alone, just the boys im with are mass ordering Drinks" you say while taking another sip from your drink.

"I just wanted to say that you look like one go the msot interesting people in here" he tries to flirt. You smile into your drink a light buzz starting to take over.

"Well it is a Clone Bar, your going to get quite a few similar faces, but once you can tell them apart it's easier. Shinies are the hardest to tell apart" you joke lightly as you down the rest of your drink.

Captain Rex

You can feel yourself getting dizzy from the drink. So you go to stand only to fall back into your chair. " Sorry I've got to go find my friends, it was lovely chatting with you" yoy say with a. smile once again going stand only for the man to reach his hand our to grab your arm.

"We could always ditch this joint" he says with a smirk trying to get you to follow with him. "No thank you, I have to find my friends" you really again only for his grip on your arm to tighten.

Your eyes look around in panic and land on a familiar blue armor walking towards you from another table. A sigh of relief almost leave you as the captain of the 501st makes his way over to you.

"Sir I'm going to have to ask you to leave, your making Y/n uncomftable." The captain says as he takes a stance standing beside you. You can feel eyes from the other members of the 501st plus other squads watching.

"Y/n And I were just about to leave Weren't we?" He says trying to get you to play along only for you to continue To stare at the Blonde captain.

The captain's eyes now focus on you as he ask you something you don't hear. "Sorry captain Can you repeat that, I was to busy staring into your eyes" with that Rex moves to stand between you and the man.

"Listen here Civilian, if you so much as lay another hand on them your not just going to have me after you. So I'm telling you now, leave" the captain says, a few of the other clones stand ready to move in if The situation escalates. The man ends up grumbling and letting go of you. He is quick to make an exit.

"Y/n are you alright" Rex ask worry in his voice as some of your group begin to quickly make their way over.

"I... I think I got spiked by something Rex, everything feel funny" you say trying to stand straight only for Red to support you and walk you over towards the table with the rest of the 501st.

"Kix can you take a look at them, Fives can you please ego get some water. They are bought to be staying with use for the rest of the night" Rex says taking a seat beside you.

Fives is quick to disappear from the table and Kix makes his  over to check you eyes and do a quick once over.

Five sis back quickly with a cup of water which he is handing you. "Y/n, you have been roofied ok, we are going to look after you for the rest of the night understood" you nod lightly very smiley as you take a mouthful go the water.

"You're starting to make a nasty habit of being in trouble aren't you Y/n" Rex replys as he slowly draws circles on your back to calm you.

"Thank you Rex don't know what would ahev happened if you didn't come over" you mumble lightly as you press your head to the table

Hunter

You smile as your eyes look around the bar for your boys only to not see them. You frown lightly but continue looking.

Your eyes drift from the different groups and you only get pulled back to the present when you hear a gruff voice sit down right beside you.

Your eyes turn to see Hunter. It been a little while since you had seen him and Honestly he didn't strike you as a drinking type or to be one to hang around 'Regs'. "Oh hey Hunter!" You say cheerfully to the rugged man.

His eyes narrow in on the man sitting across from you who seems to want to say something about him interrupting the conversation he was having with you.

"Ok Clone can't you see in talking with them, without you" he grumbles only for Hunter to arck up a little. You truly your head lightly.

"Is that what you call drugging people?. Did you know I can smell everything on you. The different drugs, the fear seeping thought your skin, how intoxicated you are" Hunter states, staring the man down as he now starts to sweat. Your eyes go wide as you turn to Hunter.

"I got Spiked by something?" You ask in a panic. Hunters eyes move to you as he nods. His face softens as he looks at you "I'm sorry I didn't realise sooner" he apologise before grabbing the front of the man's shirt pulling him over the table.

"You have five seconds to get out of here" Hunter growls before spamming the man's head on the table. You can feel the panic set in as Hunter holds a hand out for you. Eyes from other clones and patrons watch the whole event as the man falls unconscious agaisnt the table.

"Who did you come here with Y/n, he ask lightly. Looking around the bar for your small group only to not be able to see them. Hunter begins walking you towards the area where the bad batch is set up in. You tell him your group as he sits you down.

"Your going to start feeling very delirious soon, we are going to keep an Eye on you, if it get to much let me know. And I'll take you back to the Barracks to get treated" Hunter says only for you to stare up at him with your eyes wide.

"Y/n, did you hear what I said" he ask softly. "Can you repeat that, I was to busy staring into your eyes" You giggle looking up the the handsome clone. Hunter sighs as he takes a seat beside you. "You're starting to make a nasty habit of being in trouble" he mumbles to you which makes you laugh.

"As long as I have you to come to my rescue trouble can come as much as it wants" you laugh only for Hunter to catch you as you go to fall front the chair.

The other roof the boys laugh lightly ad Tech places a cup of water on the table. Hunter pulls you up to sit in his lap as he becomes your pillow and chair.

He sighs lightly bring the cup to water up for you. "Take a drink a nd let me know who you feel" he says pulling you closer so that no-one else got an idea to try something.

Commander wolffe

Wolffe eyes are on you, you can feel them from the other side of the bar and as you turn you can see him staring you down.

"Who you looking at?" The man across from you ask as he raises an eyebrow when you turn back to him.

"Commander Wolffe, I worked with him for quite a bit and well since then he always keeps an eye out for me. Meanest son of a bitch in the GAR, you don't fuxk with him"  You say with a smile laughing lightly. The man across from you scoffs.

"He doesn't look like he can do much damage." The man huff only for you to laugh. "Sir if there is one thing that everyone knows it's not to Fuck with commander Wolffe" you say only to have the man across from you look little shocked as said Clone at and behind you.

" Cyar'ika... come with me" he says holding a hand out for you to take. You take his gloves hand and he pulls you up only for the man Cass to try and protest.

Wolffe shoots him a glare making him quite down rather quickly.

"Cyar'ika, are you alright?" He ask as you both make your way to a more secluded table away from his brothers and the noise.

" yea... I think I got spiked by something that asshole had put in my drink" you mumble into his shoudler as he pulls you to sit on his lap.

You close your eyes taking in his scent as you grip his shoulders to keep your balance.

Wolffe grumbles as he looks thought the bar to see if he can see the man who roofied you. "Do you want me to get the pack on him or have some of the others hold him until the coruscant guard find him?" He ask lightly only for you to mumble an answer. "What was that Cyare?" He chuckles lightly at your state.

"Can you repeat that, I was to busy staring into your eyes when you were talking" you shoot back jokingly.

"You're starting to make a nasty habit of being in trouble" he says with a sigh. You giggle "am I more touble then your worth?" You ask on my for him to shake his head.

"Never to much trouble,  but I do think it's about time to get you somewhere safer so you can sleep" he says beginning to stand. His arms grip onto your waist as he lifts you with him.

"Wollllffe I can walk" you whine only for him to shake his head at you. "Not a chance you will fall over and I'll have to catch you and carry you one way or another." He says as he begins to walk thought the large bar with you in his arms.

"Wolffe..." You mumble once outside into a more quite atmosphere. "Yes Y/n?" He ask lightly his mismatched eyes looking down to you.

"Thank you for saving me" you reply leaning up to press a soft kiss yo his cheek.  "Always Cyare"

Crosshair

I'd keep your hands off them if I was you. A voice says over your shoulder.  Your eyes shoot up to see Crosshair of all people standing behind you.

His eyes are locked on the man sitting infornt of you. "Scram now" he says only for the other man to arck up. "Who the fuck are you?" He grumbles only for Crosshair to flick his toothpick at the man.

"Someone who isn't dealing with you, now get away from my Riduur, before I remove you" he growls only for the man to finally realise the situation.

One the man finally retreats Crosshair takes a seat near you. You smile lightly shaking your head at him. "So... is this drink from you or him?" You ask leaning on the table to look at your handsome sniper.

"From me, but I do believe I saw him sprinkle something in it when you placed it now" he states while staring at you. "Cross... If I got Spiked by something while you were watching I'm gonna be a little dissipated" you say with your arms crossed making him smirk.

"I can't say he is going to live thought the night, You're starting to make a nasty habit of being in trouble and I always have to clean up after you" he states only for you to grumble at him.

"You can be such an asshole sometimes you know." You say only for him to lean over the table and pull you in for a heated kiss.

"Can you repeat that, I was to busy staring into your eyes" He mumbles against your lips only for you to huff a light laugh.

"Your a menace you know that" you say moving closer to sit across his lap as he finally let's a true smile graces his lips. "And your my little double trouble, sweet one" he says while pressing a light kiss to your forehead.

"Your being cute" you say only for him to scoff. "Call an cute again and I'll leave you here for another person to try and drug you." He says, you know it's a joke he wouldn't do that. But won't stop him to say little things like that to get under your skin.

"Love you too asshole"

"Adore you too little one"

Commander Fox

When the man tried to lore you outside away from your Group you ended up resorting to punching him square in the nose before stumberling to the nearest group to Clones when a fight broke our between the Man and two of the clones trying to help you.

Commander Fox is the one who gets called in over the fight along with a few other of his men. He lets out a sigh as he stands infornt of you.

Helmet under his arm as he looks down to where you are sat, a bruise on your arm can be seen slowly coming thought along with the blood drinking down the side of your face from a split lip.

"You're starting to make a nasty habit of being in trouble, how many times am I going to get a holo that your involved in something" he sighs while taking a seat beside you to look over you injury. You hiss as he begins to apply something to your lips you can't see "Hold still, I'm trying to help" he grumbles before looking at your eyes seeing how dieilated they are.

"Have you been doing drugs" he ask almost furious, your eyes focus on him as he waits for a reply. His left foot taps on the ground as his patients runs thin. "Can you repeat that, I was to busy staring into your eyes" you reply wirh a lopsided smile which makes him frown even more.

You can feel your stomach cherch as you move quickly to vomit in the gutter rather then on Fox. Once you finally catch your breath and eyes stop watering you turn when you feel a hand on your back rubbing small circles to try and help calm you.

"Have some of this wash your mouth out them drink the rest" let's get you back to base. He says moving around quickly to try and clear off unwanted people hanging around.

You follow his instruction washing your mouth out and then did king the rest of the water.

Fox is back at your side once your done helping you up and into one to the vehicles. Once you start moving it's quite as Fox navigates his way back to base

"I got spiked by something" you mumble lightly only for him to shoot you a look. "Was it the man who you ended up in a fist fight with?" He ask back waiting for your anwser.

"Yes..." "good, now get some rest, your not out of the thick yet"  He replys as his eyes focus back on the sky. "Fox... thank you"

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Wolffe x f!Model!Reader: Thank You

[A/N]: Another chapter taken from a book of oneshots I used to have on Quotev and Tumblr - I think I deleted it two years ago? Whew, time flies. So yeah, this is an old work. If you read my Captain Rex oneshot Droid-Crusher, I wrote this oneshot not long after. I think I wrote this oneshot nearly four years ago, which is crazy, because I feel like my writing has changed a lot since then. I'm really posting this for old time's sake, with a few edits so I don't lose my mind (lol!). This goes out to all you Wolffe girlies (gn) (I'm one of them). Hope you guys like it!

Summary: You are a talented supermodel quickly climbing the ranks of Coruscant's fashion industry—but your life wasn't always the runway or the studio. With your newfound influence, you found a charity to benefit the GAR and its relief efforts. One thing leads to another, and you end up meeting a man you'd never expected to see again...

Warnings: None

read it here on ao3!

"Hey, Boost! Check this out." Sinker beckoned for Boost, who was cleaning out the barrel of his rifle, to glance over at his holopad.

"A fundraiser for the GAR?" Boost muttered, skimming through the article's contents. "I wonder who could be backing this." 

"The Republic doesn't have an endless source of money, y'know." Sinker mused. "But a lot of rich senators and whatnot want to donate to the cause." The two troopers continued reading through the holonet article. 

"Oh, so a supermodel wants to donate to the Grand Army? Not something you see every day." Boost remarked. 

"Y/N L/N, too! Coruscant's top model!" Sinker exclaimed. “She went viral a few months ago and immediately signed to one of the biggest modeling firms on the planet. There’s a huge market for high fashion models in all the super-rich Core Worlds, so she must be raking in loads of credits.”

“How do you know that, Sinker?” Boost asked with narrowed eyes. “Have you been spending your downtime studying the Coruscanti fashion industry?”

“N-no! When I’m bored and we’re in hyperspace, I like to read those trashy celebrity magazines on the Holonet. Y/N’s a sensation, I hear.”

"For what reason would she want to start a fundraiser?" Boost mused. Wolffe, who was examining a map on the other side of the wardroom table, nearly spit out his caf when one of Y/N's photos turned up on Sinker's holopad. He recognized the determined, fiery look in her eyes all too well.

The scent of burning flesh and smoking debris filled the air over Y/N's home planet. Sirens wailed, but the anguished citizens wailed louder. Nothing could possibly be worse for the war-torn planet—but to Commander Wolffe and the 104th, it was another day conducting search-and-rescues and relief missions.

Wolffe clambered over fallen debris, signaling for the Wolfpack to disperse in search of survivors in the burning city. The Separatists had spared no one from their wrath—the entire capital had been torched. 

A loud creaking sound grated at Wolffe's ears, alerting him of a failing structure. Just in time, he saw the already-scorched building sagging under the weight of decimated masonry and scaffolding, a woman trying to climb down the tall structure. She had reached the crumbling and listing balcony with a makeshift rope made out of bedding when more wreckage rained from above, trapping her against the harsh, exposed concrete of the balcony floor. Wolffe looked up and met the (E/C) eyes of the woman, whose gaze burned with unprecedented determination and willpower. Arm outstretched to the clone commander, she made one last attempt to free herself of the wreckage. Wolffe, having done this a million times before, ignited his jetpack and rushed to her side. 

Yes, she was beautiful—she was absolutely dazzling. However, something was different this time around. It was her will to live, Wolffe thought, that struck him as odd. Each and every other survivor he had seen before appeared to either have had the Living Force leached right out of them, eyes empty and dim—or were gripped with intense fear and shock. Wolffe finally heaved off the last few planks of wood off of the woman's ash-covered form, returning her safely to the ground. Finally stumbling onto solid ground, the woman gripped his gloved hands tightly and securely, staring straight into his darkened visor. 

"Thank you," she whispered. "Thank you."

During the days following up to the fundraiser, Wolffe found it difficult to get your likeness off of his mind. It seemed as if every daily briefing that pinged onto his datapad contained a picture of you, striding confidently down a catwalk with the same look in your eyes while you stared straight at the camera with an air of professionalism and talent. Your metamorphosis stunned Wolffe—he'd never learned the name of the woman he had saved from the burning wreckage the year before, but there was no doubt that she was the model he saw so often in the fashion and beauty advertisements flashing across Coruscant's biggest billboards that he'd never bothered to look at. Your likeness haunted him day and night, yet it was what pushed him to work harder to support the 104th and General Plo Koon. 

On the day that you arrived at the base, you were met by the many squadrons and battalions that were reporting on Coruscant. Cameras flashed from all angles, some from the many gossip columns on the Holonet, others from more prominent planetary news sources. You greeted them with a smile that had taken you weeks to perfect, and the clones stood at attention without fail. Jedi Generals Anakin Skywalker, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Yoda, and Plo Koon welcomed you courteously.

"Y/N L/N. To the military base, we welcome you." Yoda began with a bow. 

"No need to bow to me, Master. I am forever grateful for the opportunity to raise money for the Republic." You replied with a bow of your own. "If anything, I should be bowing to you."

"Is that really her?" Sinker hissed under his breath as he stood at attention with the rest of the 104th. "She's prettier than she looks in the photos." You were dressed casually, but you could have worn a garbage bag and still exuded the effortlessly elegant look of an off-duty model.

"Shut up, Sinker. She'll notice you!" Comet whispered back, subtly elbowing Sinker. Wolffe tried not to pay attention to the clone sergeant's shenanigans, eyes fixed on Y/N.

"Why don't we discuss the details and potential benefactors inside? I have a few ideas." General Kenobi offered, leading you inside. "At ease, troopers." The battalions, in neat rows by rank and seniority, dispersed and returned to their tasks. You were led through a hangar, where you admired LAATs with an appreciative eye, through busy corridors, and finally, to a meeting room of sorts where some holographic images glowed blue over a conference table. 

"After you, Miss L/N." General Koon began, making way for you to stand at the head of the table. "We have much to discuss." Thanking the Jedi Master, you immediately began examining the holos. 

"Senator Amidala of Naboo has expressed interest in your project," General Skywalker began from the other side of the table. "She wants to know more about the high-caliber photo-ops and how you will run your campaign."

"Is that so?" You replied, remaining deep in thought. "I have also received word that Senators Mon Mothma and Aang are also willing to contribute, along with various comically shallow and snooty socialites who have money to support the cause." You joked, noticing General Skywalker suppressing laughter.

"Strengthen public relations, we must." Yoda suggested. "With this program, discrimination of clones, we should stop." You nodded in agreement. 

"That's why I'm here, Master Yoda. This is exactly what I came here to do." You pulled up a holo of some names and locations. "I've been talking this over with my agency and manager. They're willing to let me see this project through, so I've scheduled some times and dates for things like charity events and relief missions."

"Oh, so you want to conduct relief missions as well?" General Kenobi inquired. You nodded in confirmation.

"That's right. I...have a history with mercy missions." You answered with an uncomfortable pause. "In my opinion, they’re just as important as military campaigns, and I hope the general public believes so as well." 

"Very well, Miss L/N. Thankful for your support, we are." Master Yoda and the other Jedi nodded, seeming to have come to a consensus on the campaign's goals. One by one they left, leaving you to admire and explore the base. You started with the hangar, where you found Y-wings, Aethersprites, and Torrent starfighters being serviced. Several clones began whispering amongst themselves upon your entrance while others waved enthusiastically. 

"Miss L/N! What brings you to the hangar today?" A pilot whose helmet was decorated with blue-gray curlicues appeared in front of you, saluting. 

"I'm just having a look around. I'll be spending a lot of time on base during these next few months." You replied with a gracious smile. Just entering the hangar with the rest of the Wolfpack, Wolffe noticed how friendly but professional you were off of the runway and out of earshot of the nosy Coruscanti press. 

"Warthog, how are we doin' on that fighter—!" Wolffe stopped dead in his tracks. It was you. He noticed the change in demeanor that suddenly overcame you upon noticing him. "You..."

The project was blessed with massive success from the start—many civilians began to show their support for the Republic and the clones that gave their lives to defend it. You assisted mission after mission, working not just as the GAR’s covergirl but as the grunt lugging crates, helping the clones with menial but necessary tasks. 

While your fame grew as a charitable influencer and supermodel, you began to spend more time with Wolffe. It was certainly a simple pleasure to sit shoulder to shoulder with the clone troopers of the Wolfpack not as their boss, but as their equal—even more so that you were able to stay by their jaded commander who'd coincidentally saved your life not so long ago—and captured your heart in the process.

The 104th and company milled about the camps, ushering on gonk droids and heaving crates of bacta and provisions everywhere. Watching on from the top of a grassy hill, Y/N and Wolffe took a break from the constant heavy lifting of supplies from supply ships to the war refugees they had come to aid. As a part of Y/N's campaign to promote and benefit the GAR's relief efforts, she would be attending every mercy mission they would be conducting for the next few months as the campaign continued. There were cam droids everywhere to document the effort, broadcasting your likeness as you worked with the clones and Jedi wherever you were called.

The people wanted someone real and candid, not just another out-of-touch celebrity. You hypothesized that your approach to your campaign had made you popular in the media because of how real it felt. 

The hovercams were on you nearly every waking hour of the day. Sometimes you spoke with them, like the popular vloggers on the Holonet. But this time, you were taking a break from all the attention.

"The view is pretty from up here." You began. The breeze tousled your hair, and the sky on this particular planet was especially beautiful at dusk. 

"Yeah, except for all of the soot and debris." Wolffe replied, kicking a stray droid arm down the hill. You stole a look at his pensive face, admiring the scar over his cybernetic eye as a long, stretched-out silence overcame the two of you. "You knew, didn't you? About the fires, and the balcony." Wolffe blurted out. Seeing your expression of surprise, he realized the gravity of what he had said. To his surprise, your eyes softened, reminiscing back to the moment that had changed your life. 

"Yes, I remember." You revealed your left wrist to him. A thick, flesh-colored scar ran along the side of your hand. "I got cut pretty badly by a piece of glass that night." Passing his gloved thumb over the scar, Wolffe pressed a kiss to your hand, lips brushing against the long scar. 

"The first time I met you." Wolffe whispered with a small smile. "How could I have forgotten?" You tried to hide your blush and the tingling sensation of Wolffe's lips against your skin, but your expression betrayed you. 

"Wolffe, I..." The feeling of his arms carrying you to safety, strong and reliable, had been seared into your memory. You'd entertained the thought of meeting your hero and savior again one day, even after the Rodian talent scout had found you working as an underpaid waitress on Coruscant—it was because of Wolffe that you were able to become who you are. He was the one who gave you a second chance at life. "...had you not been there, I would have burned in that apartment on some godforsaken planet with no escape."

"Y/N, I'll stay by your side forever if I have to…." Wolffe cupped your face in his gloved hands, drinking in the features that had been preserved so well in his mind. “...only if you would have me.” 

“Of course, Commander…” You leaned in for a deep, long kiss, no longer wanting to run from all of the pent-up weeks of pining that threatened to destroy all of your self control.

"Thank you," you murmured. "Thank you."

What a trip down memory lane! Believe it or not, there are a lot more oneshots I deleted that I have yet to republish. I can't believe I had the foresight to save them - I guess I didn't have the heart to delete over a year's worth of writing. Until next time! x

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Wolffe x f!Officer!Reader: One and Only

[A/N]: Bullying sucks, and for some reason, a lot of anti-bullying campaigns seem to make bullies nastier. I can't say if those campaigns succeeded, though, because I feel like the term 'bully' itself has been beaten to death. This oneshot is an edited, old work that I had deleted a few years ago. My younger self wrote this hoping for a cathartic escape from my past experiences with bullies. If it's a little overdone, that's why - but I hope some of you know what it was like, too. I hope you got the support you needed during those times, but if you didn't, I genuinely hope you will, sooner better than later.

Summary: Y/N, a naval officer spending most rotations on a Venator-class star destroyer, has loved and cherished Commander Wolffe as a partner for months now. They've always managed to stay in touch and pretty much nothing could break their bond—that is, other than the scathing comments of the critical and envious.

Warnings: Bullying and self-esteem issues.

read it here on ao3

"Ugh! How did Y/N ever get promoted to naval officer? She’s such a bitch ," A voice hissed from beyond the steel corridor of the Venator-class star destroyer, namely, the Reverence.

"It's unbelievable! And they say she's Commander Wolffe's girlfriend." Another voice added. 

From the far end of the hallway, you sighed, keeping your eyes glued to your datapad. The snide comments of gossipy subordinates and snarky superior officers were starting to eat away at what little confidence you held onto. The fact that they'd even mentioned Wolffe twisted their dagger-like insults into the very flesh of your psyche. 

Taking a sharp left into the control room, you wished that their eyes could refrain from boring straight into your back and following your bowed head past the glowing table to where the Admiral stood. 

"Admiral." He nodded in acknowledgement of your entrance.

"L/N. Have you received word from General Koon about our strategy for the offense?"

"I just received the transmission, sir. I came to inform you that he has approved our strategy and is willing to put it to the test." You answered, handing him your datapad.

"Thank you, officer. You may go now." You nodded and strode right out of the room and right into a gaggle of medbay nurses—civilians from a volunteer corp, terribly patronizing and unbelievably annoying—who immediately scattered, tittering with laughter. 

"Maker, I’m so glad I don’t have to wear the Navy uniform. Y/N L/N takes the olive out of olive-drab." One of the medbay nurses remarked as the group disappeared down the corridor, your full name rolling off of her tongue harshly, each syllable pronounced in repulsive mockery. You instinctively clutched your datapad, focusing on the deep black of space from outside the Reverence. Somewhere out there, Wolffe is waiting for me, you thought to yourself. Let's hope he hasn't forgotten about me.

Somewhere, several systems away, Commander Wolffe ducked into a canvas tent. The sound of LAATs soaring overhead, the revving of speeder bikes, and overall commotion filled his ears—but he paid no attention to the din as he quickly punched a code into his holoprojector. After a few minutes of dialing, a familiar blue hologram finally appeared in the palm of his hand.

“Wolffe?" Your voice, although crackling with signal static, was music to Wolffe's ears.

"Y/N!" He smiled for the first time in days, the smile reaching his eyes that had become shadowed from many sleepless nights. "How’s work on the Reverence?" You shook your head.

"Well, it's been a lot like the usual." You answered, sighing. You didn’t feel like lying to Wolffe anymore—’good’ just didn’t sum up your experience at all. "I don't think a whole lot of people like me on this ship." Wolffe's smile immediately disappeared. 

"What makes you think that?" 

"It's just...I always hear this mechanic or that nurse talking behind my back. It's like they don't bother to hide it anymore." You rambled. "I hate it. I wish they'd issued me a bucket like yours to wear so I wouldn't have to show my face in front of a bunch of people who absolutely detest my ugly face!" You clenched your fists, making wrinkles in your olive-drab uniform pants.. Watching you hold back tears, Wolffe solemnly wished that he could be physically present to comfort you and hold you in his arms. 

"Y/N..." He averted his eyes, the cogs turning in his head. "I wish I could just tell all of those di'kuts to stop—"

"Wolffe, you don't have to." You interrupted him, expression caught between twisted despair and an apologetic smile. "I'm used to it, but all of this bantha shit gets to me sometimes." Wolffe chuckled quietly, sending butterflies fluttering into your stomach.

"I'm sorry you have to go through all of this, Y/N. I promise we'll be together soon." His eyes were sincere, despite his cybernetic eye. As he spoke, Sinker poked his head into the canvas tent. 

"Commander? We're still waiting on bacta. Do you really think we should consider buying bacta from the locals?" The clone inquired, jerking his thumb to where the medical tent was pitched.

"They know that we can't tell the difference between real bacta and watery jelly..." Wolffe grumbled. "Give me a moment." Sinker ducked back out of the tent, and Wolffe returned to his call. 

"What was that about?" You inquired, cocking your head in questioning. 

"Sorry Y/N, Sinker just popped in with a question." Wolffe paused, thinking quickly. "Say, Y/N. We're running out of bacta at the camps, but the locals cultivate and sell it. I don't know if we should buy it, 'cause we don't know if it's legitimate or not, and if it's actually medical grade." You pondered for a moment, searching your memory for whatever had been scribbled into the reg books of years past about Wolffe's particular dilemma.

"Hmm...what you can do is check samples of the bacta they sell to make sure it's legit. Real bacta has a thin but slimy consistency, like that of sticky porridge rations, you know what I mean? Make sure it isn't watered down.” You stated. “Oh, and the preferred kind of bacta that we typically use is mostly clear or tinged blue from the added drugs. It should also have a certain smell, kind of pungent because of the bacteria cultures in it but also kind of like the chemical additives it contains." 

Wolffe listened intently as you listed the specifications of medical-grade bacta. He enjoyed hearing you talk, especially about something you were well-versed in or passionate about—he could see the admiration glimmering in your eyes, and what confidence you had finally began to show itself. You could read him a whole reg book and he’d be riveted. 

"So, as long as it meets the requirements for standard bacta, you can buy it. As long as it doesn't cost an LAAT and a few DC-15s, I guess." You concluded with a quiet chuckle.

"That's all I need to know, Y/N. You're a life-saver, I mean it." Wolffe answered with a sincere smile. He clambered off of the munitions crate he had been using as a seat and shifted his gaze to the commotion outside of his little canvas nook. From within the hologram, you saluted. 

"No problem, Wolffe. I'll see you around, I guess." 

"I'll be with you as soon as I find time, Y/N. I promise." Wolffe murmured, eyes softening. 

"I'll be waiting."

Wolffe did end up striking up a bargain with the planet's natives, heading back to the camp with crates full of bacta. He'd memorized your instructions from the beginning to the end—check the viscosity, the color, and the smell. With your trusty advice, Wolffe inspected the bacta carefully with his medics.

       "This is some good bacta." One of the medics whistled, hauling the last of the load into the rather haphazardly set up medical tent. “How much did you say you bought it for, Commander?” Ducking under the coarse fabric, Wolffe nodded in agreement and replied absentmindedly, thoughts wandering to the many misfortunes that could have unfolded had you not been there to guide him.

Many, many parsecs away, you gazed at the stars through thick transparisteel with forlorn eyes. Your many tormenters—one of which included your own conscience—taunted you, but their voices became muffled as you diverted your focus to a different, more uplifting hypothetical, wondering on about the pit of shame you would have been wallowing in had Wolffe not picked you up out of the pile of bantha shit you'd gotten yourself into simply by introducing yourself to a crew that wished you'd never existed. 

Every minute he had to spare, he was attempting to patch through a transmission in hopes of cheering you up. He could have picked anyone to surrender his love to—someone more beautiful, more confident—but he had to pick you.

       "Officer L/N. The Admiral wants you on the bridge." One of the OODs' voices crackled onto the comm on your sleeve, snapping you out of your star-studded reverie. Peeling your eyes away from the glimmering beauty of space, you dashed for the elevator.        

       "Tell him that I'll be there in a few." You called out while slipping into the lift. The door opened to the command bridge, where the admiral stood admiring the vacuum of deep space as you had a couple of floors below.

“L/N." He began. "General Koon has informed me that the offensive against Separatist blockades has succeeded. Moderate to minimum damage and little casualties." Excitement began to bubble from within you. "He states that no other officer could have created an attack plan as brilliant and niche as yours, L/N. He considers you to be one of his best tacticians."

"I am honored to receive such praise from General Koon, Admiral. I only consider this a part of my duty as a strategic officer." 

"You certainly should be, L/N. This assault was one of our campaign's most successful by far. We have scheduled shore leave in two rotations, L/N. Keep up the good work." With a curt nod, you pivoted on your heels and exited the bridge.

Every inch of Wolffe's body was tingling with electric excitement. He couldn't possibly wait a second longer until he could finally hold you in his arms, unlike the incorporeal hologram he'd been speaking to for endless rotations. As the Reverence entered the atmosphere and his ship neared the hangar's tractor beams, he felt as if he could feel your Force signature on the ship, even though he wasn't Force-sensitive. 

The ship slowed to a stop, backing into the hangar bay. Wolffe was quick to jump down the ramp and onto the hangar, much to the surprise of his brothers and commanding officer still on board.

"Are you in a rush, Commander?" Quipped said commanding officer. The Kel Dor Jedi was making his way down the ramp, watching amusedly as Wolffe searched the bustling hangar for what seemed to be nothing in particular. 

"Yeah, where are you going so quickly?" Comet inquired, appearing from within the ship with Sinker and Boost on his heels. "Maybe he's looking for his girlfriend ," he whispered to the two, who cast knowing, side-eyed glances at each other.

You were cloistered away in your office, agonizing over several datapads and a rather large and complicated star map. Anxiously running a hand through your hair, your eyes flitted from one barrage of glowing blue Aurebesh to another. 

"Our campaign, our offensive." You muttered frantically. "I can feel the dark circles under my eyes growing." You pulled up yet another intricate star map, this time depicting a different sector. "Intel says there's a blockade here, here, and here...there, too..." 

Your thought process had already been set into motion as you first inspected the loose estimates of the Separatist numbers. Then, according to that, you instinctively began to formulate the optimal course of action—after months of long nights of studying for exams and even longer nights of strategizing aboard the Reverence and formerly the Triumphant, formulating battle strategies like so had become second nature to you. 

"The last two-pronged 'bident' attack might have been successful upon deployment of the Y-wings, but can we really guarantee the success—or predict the failure—of a Y-wing bombing run or a Torrent fighter attack?" You mused. 

"Oh my Force, she's back at it again..." You heard a fellow naval officer groan from across the office. “Karking hell, shut the kriff up!”

"Back again at what, exactly?" A familiarly gruff voice nearly made you trip over your abandoned desk chair from standing up so quickly. The big-mouthed officer from the other side of the office shut himself up immediately, standing ramrod straight and saluting stiffly. Prying your eyes away from the star maps, you saw the most welcome sight of all—Wolffe, tossing his helmet to the ground with a clatter as lurched over your desk to cup your face in his warm, gloved hands. You shimmied around your closet-like office space to throw your arms around his neck, closing in for a passionate and well-deserved kiss, filled with all of the emotions that had lost themselves in all of the sleepless nights you'd spent apart. 

"You don't know how happy I am to see you again." You breathed, melting in his embrace. Admiring the facial features that had been the object of ridicule by your bullies, Wolffe showed an air of concern at the dark shadows making themselves prominent under your drained-looking eyes. 

"You don't look too good, mesh’la. Have you been getting enough sleep?"

"Sleep can wait when an entire fleet is at risk." You answered, slipping out of his arms and making your way out of the office. You sat yourself back down at your cluttered desk, putting your head in your hands. Wolffe opted to lean against the doorframe.

"I heard from General Plo that your strategy was a success." Wolffe began. "He thinks very highly of you, Y/N."

"And so I've heard." You droned sardonically, peering at the clone commander from over your hands. "The Admiral told me all about it. How was your ground campaign?"

"Well, your advice worked wonders for our medical team. Your instructions alone saved dozens of good men out there, Y/N." 

"I'm just doing my job, Wolffe. It's all in a day's work. Any other borderline competent naval officer could have told you how to buy bacta." You replied. Wolffe sighed, taking a seat atop your desk and grasping your hands.

"You've gotta be bluffing. I can't think of any other officer who takes control of a situation like you do." 

"Really? I'm not that special."

"Are you kidding me, Y/N? Have you really been listening in on whatever those grunts are saying? Look at you." Wolffe released your hands and reached over to let a hand graze over your cheek. "Look at the wit in those eyes. You're smarter than what you give yourself credit for." Before Wolffe could continue, your comm chirped.

“Officer L/N speaking,”

"Officer?" The Admiral’s voice made you jump. "I wanted you to know that General Koon and I have put in a good word for you on the subject of promotion to a higher rank that is to be determined." 

"Really?" You sat up in your office chair, staring incredulously at your comm.

“Congratulations, L/N. Keep up the good work.”

"Need I say more?" Wolffe cast you a lopsided smile, eyes twinkling. "You're one of a kind, Y/N. Don't let anyone else tell you otherwise." He pulled you in for a kiss. 

"One of a kind, huh?" You mumbled into the kiss.

"That's right." Wolffe firmly believed that there wasn't a single person in the galaxy that could compare to you. Your ingenuity, astuteness, and acuity illuminated the black-and-white, never-ending crusade he had been born into.

“You’re my one and only.”

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