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Wolffe: *barges into Cody´s room*

Cody: *obviously startled*

Wolffe:

Wolffe: Are you hiding something from me?

Cody, sweating: What? No! What would be there to hide?

Wolffe: General Kenobi?

Obi-Wan, under the covers: …yes?

[221bshrlocked]

Keep Your Religion

Pairing: Commander Wolffe x Jedi AFAB!Reader

Words: 7630

Warnings: 18+ only. Starts off angsty then gets to the smut. Softer than usual Wolffe because that man would be madly in love when he finds his special someone. Lots of Kissing. Possessive Behavior/Words. Dirty/Sweet Talk..but mostly Sweet. Exhibitionism Kink if you like squint! Oral Sex (female receiving). Penetrative, Unprotected Sex (wrap the shlong before you king kong my dudes). Slight Breeding Kink. Wolffe is insatiable yall!

Summary: You try to end things with Wolffe because you fear your relationship will end badly due to the rules set in place for the Jedi and the Clones. Wolffe convinces you otherwise.

A/N: Can you believe I finished another fic? Neither can I. It was about time for another Wolffe fic so here you go my lovely humans. I hope you enjoy. Comments are always always always appreciated so let me know how I'm doing please and thank you. I do apologize that I'm not tagging, it hasn't been working for some reason since post editor changed permanently to this new looking editor. I'll try to figure it out I swear! P.S. this is the second of hopefully many more submissions for @clonexreaderbingo

Something about seeing him so relaxed and loose tugged at the strings of your heart. It was a rare sight, one you thought he would only grace you with when the two of you are alone together. But here he was, throwing back whatever shit drink the bar offered him and his brothers, all the while smiling at Cody’s remark about the new shinies embarrassing themselves in front of Anakin and Obi-Wan. You’re nursing your own drink in the corner, trying to find the best possible way to approach the booth without making a scene. He’d told you before that almost everyone close to him knew of your relationship, but you felt weird about dropping the pretenses. You were his boss, after all. Well, not completely his boss, but a commanding officer regardless. If you started acting extra friendly, you’re not sure how the rest of the Wolfpack would take it. 

As you swirl the spotchka around, you suddenly feel like someone is watching you, hunting you even. There’s only one man who’s ever made you feel so heated and just as you look up from the glass in your hand towards the group of Clones you were previously studying, you notice Wolffe staring you down, the slightest hint of a smirk flashing at you in an attempt to get you to react to his attention. 

Normally, you’d enjoy the subtle flirtatious expressions, even tease him a little to get a rise out of him before escaping to the nearest room to lure him for a private moment. Or, as private a moment as 79’s can offer a Jedi Master and a Commander of the Grand Republic Army. 

But tonight was different. Tonight, you came out to the Clone bar to decide the best way to end things with Wolffe. It was the last thing you wanted to do, but you didn’t want to push your luck any further. Things were getting worse by the hour, and you couldn’t afford losing Wolffe all because some assholes in the Senate didn’t think he deserved to love or to be loved by someone. Then there was the matter of the Jedi Council, and how strict they were becoming. It was already frowned upon before the war, and it only took a few months into this galactic conflict for them to push their ideologies even harder on everyone at the Temple. 

You would never forgive yourself if they punished him simply because you couldn’t stand being far away from him any longer. You narrow your eyes at Wolffe and down the rest of your drink, disappointed in yourself for not having the guts to tell him earlier. 

And for knowing that you probably wouldn’t be able to do it tonight. 

The smile on his face drops instantly when he notices you avoiding his gaze, and you curse yourself for ruining his night. It was going so well, and one look at you made the worry return to his mind again. 

Clutching your robes tightly, you pay the bartender quickly before excusing yourself and heading towards the bathrooms in the back. You could feel the tears threaten to spill down your cheeks and the last thing you wished for is for someone to see you and make a huge fuss about it. As you push through the crowd, you feel those same pair of eyes hold you down harshly, as if they were refusing you permission to leave without confronting them. 

Quickly wiping your eyes, you push open the doors and turn around to lock them behind you, only to nearly bump into the chest of the man you were hoping to avoid tonight. You gulp nervously, and before you can say anything, Wolffe tilts his head to the side and studies you closely, his eyes roaming down your body to see if anything needs his immediate attention. 

When he finds nothing out of the ordinary, he takes a step closer to you and shuts the door behind him, not bothering to lock it as he continues to back you up until you hit the wall. 

“If I didn’t know better, I’d think you’re trying to avoid me.” His gaze is direct, unfaltering in the haze of lust he was sending you under. You furrow your eyebrows and try to look anywhere else but him, but as always, he doesn’t give you the easy way out. Grabbing the bottom of your chin, he turns you until you have no choice but to look straight into his eyes and respond. 

“What if I was?” You’re not sure what pushes you to say something so defensive, but the chuckle it gets out of him makes you realize you had already lost whatever game he was playing with you. 

“I’d say you should have gone to another bar.” He’s right. You know this, and he definitely knows this too. The ease with which he continues to have an effect on you would normally be welcomed, but you’re pissed at him. Pissed for being so weak for him. For not bothering to put up a fight. 

“But here you are…at the one place you knew I was coming to tonight.” Wolffe leans down and nudges your temple with his nose, breathing in the scent of your sweat and perfume, and forcing you to reach for him so you don’t topple over from the sheer amount of control he has on you. 

“So tell me mesh’la, what have I done to deserve the cold shoulder?” He whispers the question in your ear, slowly sliding his hands down your body until they reach your waist. You’re having a difficult time breathing, and you moan his name as you throw your head back when he squeezes your hips and pushes his chest impossibly closer into your own. 

“I- you didn’t…it,” you can’t form a coherent sentence, let alone a sensical thought, when you’re so overwhelmed by his presence alone. You thought he would laugh at you, but when his breathing becomes nearly as erratic as your own, you understand that he was genuinely trying to figure out if he’s done something wrong. His methods seldom changed, and you weren’t surprised that he was trying to get you to talk by touching you as intimately as possible without tearing your clothes off. 

“Don’t tell me I did nothing wrong…sir. Something must have happened, or else you would be begging me to have my way with you right now. So what is it? What have I done?” Wolffe repeats again, making you feel guilty for your behavior and for what you’ve been thinking of doing since the last time you were together. You remind yourself that he deserves someone better, someone who wouldn’t compromise his position in the GAR all because of their messed-up religion. He deserved so much more than you. 

And the mere mention of your rank made it worse.

“W-Wolffe, I umm, I can’t do this anymore.” You know this was the last thing he expected you to say because in the blink of an eye, he’s removing himself from you completely and putting space between your shaking body and his own wound up chest. When you muster up the courage to look into his eyes, a shiver courses down your spine. 

It has been so long since he’s given you such a look, one that was filled with nothing but suspicion and guardedness. He’s quiet for longer than you like, and when you reach for him in an attempt to console him, his frown deepens and he twitches away from you. You hadn’t expected such a reaction to hurt this much, but it does, and like before, you have no control over the stream of tears rolling down your chin. Again, it’s not what he expects to witness from you, certainly not after what you just declared to him, and when you sniffle to get yourself under control, he closes the space between you more aggressively than before, slamming his hands on both sides of your face and clenching his jaws tightly when he sees you pouting at him. 

“I don’t know what I’ve done, I don’t. But I’m sorry regardless. I am so very sorry. Whatever it is, we can talk it out. It’s not worth throwing away all that we have. Please. Just- krifff…tell me what it is I have done, and I will get down on my knees right now and beg for your forgiveness. But don’t do this, don’t give up on us.” In all your time knowing Wolffe, you’ve never once heard him speak with such a tone. He was always assertive, confident and unwavering in his commanding presence. 

But the only thing you could feel now is his fear. 

“You did nothing wrong, it’s me…it’s all me Wolffe.” You know this won’t be enough for him, but you try to convince him regardless. Then he drops his head against your shoulder and you know you won’t be able to hold out much longer. 

“I wasn’t born yesterday sweetheart. If you’ve ever held an ounce of respect for me, you’ll tell me what I did wrong. You owe me that much. I- I deserve to know.” If you didn’t know better, you’d think he was close to breaking down as well. 

“I do Wolffe, I respect you…more than anyone. You have to know that.” You hope he doesn’t turn away when you reach for him again, and as you cup his cheeks in the palms of your hands to raise his attention to you, you’re met with an expression you never thought you’d see on his features. 

“You haven’t done anything baby, it’s me. It’s…all me.” If you were a better person, you would have been consistent in your tone with him, but seeing him so torn down broke you, and you couldn’t not soothe him the way you always did whenever he comes back from a particularly difficult mission. 

“You deserve someone better Wolffe, someone who would never compromise your safety. Being with me is- it’s getting dangerous. The Council is becoming more strict…the Senate even worse. If they court martial you because you’re with me, I- I don’t know what I would do.” There’s something so gut-wrenching about the way he refuses to look away from your moving lips, and when you stop talking, he doesn’t blink once, his cybernetic eye focusing in and out before slowly blinking along with the other.

“Someone better?” It’s clear that he’s still hurt by the word vomit you threw at him, but whereas his voice showed it earlier, the shakiness and reluctance is gone now, replaced with a menacing, almost angry tone that you were too familiar with, one that you’ve witnessed during battle when his orders weren’t obeyed immediately. 

“I can’t give you what you want Wolffe, not without hurting you eventually…unintentionally. My- my religion, it’s becoming a threat to your well-being. It’s not worth the hassle. I am not worth the hassle. You could do so much better than-” Whatever you’re about to say gets lost in the damp air of the room as soon as Wolffe decides he’s heard enough of what was on your mind. He grips your neck tightly, winding his other arm around your back and violently pulling you into his embrace as he swallows your surprised shrieks. Your frown deepens for another moment before you surrender yourself to the possessive kiss, and Wolffe must feel you melting into his arms because he growls against your lips and claims your tongue without remorse. 

His hold on you only grows stronger when he feels your arms move to wrap around his neck, and when he’s sure you’re trying to get closer to him and not push him away, he tilts his head to the side and deepens the kiss, not caring for how messy or aggressive he’s being with you as he shoves his tongue past your lips and reminds you of what you could be missing if you got what you wanted and left him. 

As the need for air becomes difficult to ignore, Wolffe breaks the kiss and gives the two of you a moment of respite. When he opens his eyes and finds your orbs glistening with unshed tears, he swears beneath his breath and lunges for you again, the hand around your throat loosening for a fraction of a second before tightening around your jugular and forcing you to accept his rejection of your wishes. You moan into the kiss, allowing him to take whatever he wants from you, knowing that he wasn’t going to allow you to go through with whatever it is you thought you could get away with tonight. When he’s content with the reactions of your mind and body to his touch, 

“You nearly broke my heart, ner runi. Don’t ever say that to me again!” Wolffe refuses to let go of you, afraid you’d leave the room thinking that he agreed to the sentiment you dropped on him a second ago. When you say nothing in return, he shakes his head and crushes you into his arms, nuzzling into your neck and breathing you in to attempt and calm his nerves. He prays that you give him some form of an answer that confirms your understanding of what he just said, but when you don’t, Wolffe sighs heavily and pulls back enough to take a better look at you. 

“Wolffe, we need to talk ab-” Again, he doesn’t care for what you have to say and cuts you off, letting you know that this was definitely the end of the conversation. 

“No, we’re done talking. You can keep your religion sweetheart, I couldn’t care less for its consequences…but don’t you fucking dare and ask me to abandon mine.” His voice is firm, the familiar unyielding articulation confirming to you that he’s already made up his mind on the matter. There would be no more on the matter. 

As much as you hate to admit it, it feels like a bantha has lifted one of its feet off your chest. You look into his eyes and find them filled with a more familiar emotion, one that kept you going ever since you confessed your feelings to him. You thought it would be difficult to get him to accept your proposition, but you realize then and there that it was definitely harder for you to come to terms with your initial thoughts. 

You slowly smile at him, and it must be what Wolffe needs to hear to forget the last few minutes because his touches become less crazed and more soothing, a level of intimacy you’re always yearning for when the two of you are away from each other for too long. 

“And what...what is your religion?” You barely find the attention span to ask, the familiarity of his touch and his voice sending you down a spiral of lust-filled thoughts that only increased the longer Wolffe remained in your presence. 

“Your body is my religion cyar’ika, and I’m not planning on losing my faith any time soon.” The confession is lewd, mostly because he’s using your weakness to drive the message home. But as dirty as the admission sounded on his lips, you couldn’t help but sink into his embrace, wanting to hear more of him so you could forget about why you were here in the first place. 

“Is that s-so?” You’re practically shaking in his arms, and Wolffe uses your momentary distraction to tug your robes apart and leave a trail of kisses down your neck to where he wanted to bite you most. 

“Yeah,” he licks at your skin, wishing with all his heart he could have you right then and there. It’s not as if the two of you haven’t fucked at 79’s before. He just knew that you both needed something more, something that he can only accomplish in the privacy of his rooms. 

“Here’s what’s going to happen. I’m going to excuse myself for the night, tell the boys I have to finish reports for the General.” He slips a hand underneath the edge of your shirt, drawing circles on your waist until you slowly begin to roll your hips into him. 

“Ahuh,” you’re not really paying attention to what he’s saying, your body already frozen with anticipation now that it felt his hands and his tongue leaving marks across it again. 

“Focus,” he squeezes your ass, shaking it twice to get you to open your eyes and look past the haze to obey his next commands. 

“Yes sir.” You bite into your lip and giggle when he narrows his eyes at you and mumbles something about punishing you for being a tease. 

“You’re going to leave shortly after, something about being needed back at the Temple.” Your stomach twists in knots when you realize he’s using his ‘Commander’ voice on you, and you can’t help but wrap your arms around his neck and mold your lips with his own when you remember the last time he used that same tone on you. 

What a night it was. 

“And where w-will I actually be going?” You ask as soon as Wolffe pulls you away and breaks the kiss. 

“My room baby, where you’ll stay for the rest of the night.” He says matter of factly, as if you shouldn’t even be asking his such a question. 

“Pray tell, Commander. What will we be doing that- oh kriff, that will require me to spend the night in your quarters?” You throw your head back when his hand slithers up your body and cups your breast through your Jedi robes. You can almost feel the heat radiating off the palm of his hand, and the harder he gropes you through your clothes, the more you wish he would just push you down on all fours and fuck you into oblivion. 

“Well, I don’t know about you sweetheart, but I’ll be practicing my faith...and worshiping every inch of your body until the only thing you can feel is me.” The smirk on his face would be menacing if you weren’t so used to it by now, and you gasp lightly when he leans down and bites the skin of your shoulder peeking from beneath your cloak. 

“Oh gods-”

“That’s it, moan for me cyar’ika. I want the whole fucking bar to know who makes you feel good.” Wolffe shoves your thighs apart and pushes his leg in between, slowly moving you back and forth on him to give you a preview of what’s to come tonight. 

“Wolffe, please. I need you.” You fall forward against his chest, whining for him as he continues to move you across his thigh and dares you to come from such a simple touch. 

“Oh, now you need me?” You know he’s joking without looking at him, but the question throws you off guard and you snap your gaze up to see if he was hurt by what you said previously. 

“I- I didn’t…I’m sorry.”

“None of that.” Wolffe shakes his head, not wanting to ruin the moment by something so trivial. He slows down his touches but keeps you moving on him, hoping to distract you long enough to make this night a little better for the both of you. 

“Wolffe,” you call for him again, not in warning but in desperation, hoping that he can see how sorry you are for ever doubting what the two of you had. 

“That was cruel of me, forgive me sweetheart.” His voice is soft, so much sweeter than before, and you’re reminded by how quickly his mood changes whenever he senses you’re upset or angry. 

“How could you ask that when I am the one who hurt you?” You should drop it, everything that he’s done is proof that you should let this go and get back to more important matters, but you can’t stop yourself from asking him, wanting to know why he’s always so patient and caring with you when he was the one who deserved better. 

“You didn’t hurt me, cyare.”

“I did, I- I almost…”

“You could never hurt me, little one. Never.” Like before, he doesn’t care for whatever you have to say, not because he doesn’t value your words, but because he knows how difficult your relationship with him probably weighs on your mind. 

Even from the beginning. 

You study him for what feels like hours but is probably only seconds. And you wonder how anyone could ever think him cruel and rude when he was so loving and unbelievably long-suffering. Without warning, you throw yourself at him, mirroring his actions from before and shoving your mouth against his own to feel grounded. He doesn’t waste a second, pushing you harder against the wall and sucking on your tongue until you were a moaning mess in his embrace. 

“F-fuck, if you keep that up, I won’t- kriff, I won’t hold back.” Wolffe rests his forehead against yours, trying to keep himself in check so he doesn’t end up embarrassing the two of you by what his body is willing to do. 

“Then don’t!”

“You want me to fuck you right here, where anyone can walk in and see you getting filled with my cock?” He shouldn’t be surprised by how wanton you are, and although he knows he should step away and put some space between you and him, he can’t help but retort with his own teasing comment. 

“Please Commander.” You lean up and kiss his jugular, nipping at the skin just above his armor and soothing it with another kiss before laying your head back and meeting his intense gaze. 

“Always playing dirty. Just for that, you’ll have to wait.” Wolffe clears his throat and eyes you up and down before taking a few steps back. He barely manages to hold back from laughing when you stumble forward and nearly lose your footing. You’re about to complain when he raises a hand and silences you, furrowing his eyebrows at you in an attempt to look intimidating. 

“Another word, and I won’t give you my cock tonight.” He warns calmly, smirking immediately when you shake your head and tell him you’ll be good.

“No please, I’ll stop. I’ll behave, I swear.” 

“You’ll behave-?” The question trails until the room is silent again and you know instantly what you said wrong. 

“Commander.” You whisper to him as you try to fix your clothes and hair so you don’t look like you were fucked against a wall by the Commander of the 104th Battalion. You don’t dare smile at him, afraid he’d misunderstand the gesture for another one of your teasing expressions and completely throw the night away. 

“Good girl, now do as you’re told and I promise to reward you.” He watches you saunter past him and before you unlock the door, he smacks your ass quite harshly, watching you closely to see if you were going to behave or retort like you usually do. 

“Yes, sir.” You don’t dare give into his tricks, hoping to get through the next hour or so without getting distracted, or worse…caught. 

“Off you go.” He gestures for you to leave before him, and when you’re no longer in sight, he shuts his eyes and sighs in relief. Wolffe is not sure how the two of you got to where you are now, but considering the fact that he expected something like this to happen since you got together, he’s relieved that it was for reasons different from what his mind conjured up all those nights he spent alone in his bed. 

You walk out and move towards the bar again, your eyes roaming across the busy bar and waiting until Wolffe walks out before you make sure that no one noticed the two of you together. He follows you soon after, finding you almost instantly and winking at you before he heads towards his men. You watch as he tells Sinker to give him his helmet, and you assume they all roll their eyes not a second later because he told them he needed to get some paperwork done. 

But as soon as Cody looks at you, he knows what Wolffe is planning on doing, and before you can turn away from him, he raises his glass and smiles at you before downing the rest of his drink. You should be embarrassed at being seen, but something about the way the Commander gestures at you makes you smile, as if he was telling you that he hoped the two of you are okay. You shake your head at him and throw your hood up, walking to the Commander of the 21st Nova Corps to let him know you’ll be leaving earlier tonight. 

“Ah General, I was wondering when you’ll be joining us.” You smile at Commander Bacara and the boys, giving them a few credits to let them know the next two rounds were on you. 

“Sorry Bacara, I’m calling it early tonight. Needed back at the Temple!” You feel bad for lying to him, but as always, he doesn’t ask for an elaboration, telling you that he hopes you don’t have to do too much paperwork while you’re still on break. 

“See you later,” you nod at him and the others when they salute you, and just as you walk out of the bar, you vaguely hear them yell for the droid making its rounds to get them a round of quanya. 

“Hmm, didn’t peg them for the type.” You mutter to yourself as you step out into the chilly Coruscant air, looking around to see if Wolffe was anywhere to be seen or if he has already left. When you don’t sense his Force signature nearby, you make your way towards the speeder bike Anakin lent you and bring it to life, trying your best to contain yourself so you wouldn’t be caught by another Jedi nearby. 

You make your way through the streets as quickly as possible, and when you make it to the Temple, you park the bike nearby and think of the best way to make it through the barracks without being seen by any of the Masters…or Commanders. 

It’s not the first time you entered the barracks, and under normal circumstances, it wouldn’t be strange to see a Jedi making their way through the hallways. But it was nearly midnight, and you weren’t sure you could lie your way through a question if you were caught before you made it to Wolffe’s quarters. You’re about to reach out to the Force to see if anyone is awake when you hear footsteps approaching you from behind. The familiarity of its warmness sets your mind at ease, and you take a deep breath before you turn to face him. 

“Commander.”

“General, is there something I can help you with?” He’s putting on a show for the surveillance cameras, and you clear your throat before you tell him something about wanting to review the plans for the next mission. 

“Very well,” he’s curt in his response, and you get the sense that he may be avoidant because he has about as much control around you as you do whenever you so much as hear the mention of his name. 

“Thank you, Commander Wolffe.” He nearly falters in his steps at hearing you call his name, and he swears beneath his breath as a way of warning. You nearly smile at his reaction, but you remember how closely the guards watch the cameras and you choose to switch your attention to the ground. Not another word passes between the two of you, and as you reach his room, you feel your heart threaten to leap out of your chest at the prospect of finally spending a night with him. 

Up until now, the two of you had to make do with stolen moments and short breaks, whether on missions or back here. Neither of you have ever spent the night alone, and you find it fitting that tonight would be it. It’s comforting and nerve-wrecking all at once, and as soon as you step into his quarters, you allow yourself to take in the calm before the storm. 

Before the door slides completely shut, Wolffe is on you like a moth to a flame, nearly ripping your clothes off of your body as he pushes you down onto his bed. 

“W-Wolffe, I-” You try to ask him why he’s so frantic and crazed all of a sudden but he lets go of you and stands to his height, making quick work of his armor in record time all the while keeping you still with the mere look in his eyes. 

“I can’t do slow tonight, can’t wait another fucking second without having you.” You always admired how much care he puts into his armor whenever he’s taking it off or putting it back on, so seeing him drop each pass to the ground sends a zap of lightning down your spine. 

You mirror his actions without another word, throwing your boots and socks away before struggling to take your pants off. Moments later, you feel the bed dip once Wolffe crawls towards you, his muscles flexing in such a menacing way that makes you fall back into the sheets and wait for him to tell you what to do next. 

But then he says nothing, and you’re torn between asking him what he needs from you and letting you do whatever the fuck he wants. He reaches for the edge of your pants and tugs them right down your legs, not once blinking as he violently takes your sweater off and throws it somewhere behind him. You’re left in nothing but your undergarments, and as you twist your arms to take your bra off, Wolffe shoves your thighs apart and makes space for himself in between. 

“I need you, now.” His voice should terrify you, it should be enough of a warning for what he has in store for you. But you find it exhilarating, knowing that only you could get him to lose this much control. You try to reach for him, wanting to feel his skin beneath the tips of your fingers, but Wolffe shakes his head and grabs both of your wrists in one hand, slamming them above your head and tightening the hold he has on them while he slithers his other hand down your nude body. 

“If it were up to me mesh’la, I’d tie you to this fucking bed and have my way with you whenever I want. I’d- kriff, I’d fill you with my cum every minute of every fucking day…so everyone would know you’re mine…so they know that I’m yours.” He teases you through your panties, rubbing lazy circles across the damp spot quickly becoming larger. 

“Wolffe, please…take me.” You whine his name in desperation, hoping he’d finally give you his cock and end your misery. 

“I swear to the maker sweet girl, I’m going to fuck you all night long…kiss every inch of you, mark you with my teeth and hands until you’re my very own altar. I’m going to worship you baby, but only if you promise me one thing.” Wolffe slips his fingers beneath the flimsy material of your panties, rubbing at your clit furiously to get you to focus on him and him only. 

“A-anything…anything Commander.” You turn to the side and kiss his forearm, hoping he’d see how willing you are to do whatever he asks of you. 

“Pray for me.” As you look bite into his skin, Wolffe pushes his hard dick into your cunt, not bothering to give you a moment to get used to being so full before he starts fucking into you with sharp thrusts. You’re screaming his name instantly, arching your back from the sheer amount of pain and pleasure he was bringing upon you so quickly. 

“FUck, there we go…such a good fucking girl for me, screaming my name so sweetly. Go on ner Jetii’ika, tell everyone who fucks you like the perfect cockdumb whore you are.” He leans down and bites the top of your breasts, letting go of your wrists for a brief second so he can rip the last bit of clothing shielding you from his hungry eyes. 

“Wolffe…f-ffuck, oh gods…Wolffe!” You twist your fingers into his bed sheets, crossing your legs behind his back and whining for him when he descends down on you and sucks on your nipple. His hand seeks out your own, and when he intertwines his fingers with yours, he grunts and growls against your skin, reaching for the other breast and groping you harshly until the only thing you can feel is his tongue, and his hands, and his cock wreaking havoc on you. 

Wolffe knows he should slow down, perhaps be a little less demanding with you. But something about seeing you in his bed when everyone else is asleep makes him more possessive, more needy with your body. And it didn’t help how you were reacting to his advances, how completely you surrendered your body to him without so much as a question. He opens his eyes and roams them over your already bruising skin, and when he finds you wanting for more, he increases his pace and fucks you until you couldn’t even breathe out his name. 

You sense his gaze on you, and as you look through heavy-lidded eyes, you find him completely focused on your dazed expression. 

“Wolffe, I- I love you.” You’re not sure what makes you say those words now, but a voice in your heart told you this was the right moment. You’ve spoken before about what this thing between the two of you was, and you knew, as well as he, that this would be it. There would be no one else, not for him, and definitely not for you. 

But you’ve never actually said those words out loud. You’ve said it in the way you kissed him, in the way you gave yourself to him…and Wolffe had pretty much conveyed them to you with every stolen glance and every quick touch he managed to sneak when the two of you passed each other on the General’s ship. 

Like before, Wolffe hasn’t expected to hear you part with such a confession, now of all times. He falters in his pace for a brief moment before he sinks his cock into you and stills completely, wanting to be as close and connected with you as possible when he finally said what he’s felt for you since you introduced yourself to him. 

“Ni kar’tayli gar darasuum…cyare.” You let out a quiet sob at the intimacy of the moment, and Wolffe wraps his arms around your neck and your waist to feel you against every bit of his skin. His thrusts are shallow, barely leaving you empty out of fear of losing this moment. You throw your arms around his neck and bring him flush against you, crying for him one last time as he seals your lips with his own and sinks into your wet cunt. 

The world comes to a halt around you, and all you can feel is Wolffe’s lips claiming your mouth just as he fills you with his seed. You come with him, shaking softly in his arms as his hot cum shoots into you and coats your walls with proof of his need to mark every fucking inch of you. It’s too much and not enough, and you push your heels into his ass in an attempt to bring him even closer to you. It’s not possible, you know that, but you want nothing more than to have him sink into your body until you weren’t sure where he ended and you began. 

Wolffe is fighting for his life, torn between giving you a second to breathe and quite literally stealing your breath to fill his lungs with your essence. He parts for a brief moment and looks at you, kissing your eyes softly before shoving his lips against yours again. You don’t dare ask him to give you a moment of respite, mostly because you’re sure you would miss him if he were to put space between your skin and his lips. 

Suddenly, the world turns around and you break the kiss unintentionally, gasping in surprise when he turns the two of you around until he’s laying on his back and you on top of him. You smile against his jaw when you feel his hands slide down your back and grab at your ass. As he starts moving your hips back and forth, you nuzzle into his neck and breathe in his scent, licking and kissing his skin the more he fucks his cum deep into your cunt. 

“W-Wolffe…”

“I’m not done with you yet, ner kar’ta.” The promise is both teasing and terrifying, but you can’t find it in yourself to hesitate, not when he was promising you the stars all night long. 

And he does, he brings you the heavens until you can no longer breathe without tasting the cosmos on your tongue. With every touch of his fingers, you beg him for more…more of his sweet words, more of his sinful kisses, more of his needy cock.

He fucks you until you lose your voice, and when he’s sure he’s rung your body of every ounce of pleasure it can offer him, he fucks you some more, filling your pussy until you were nothing but a mess, a mixture of his seed and your juices.

And then he pushes you down and parts your thighs to pull you apart with his tongue, and you feel that familiar heat rise in your chest all over again. You tug on his hair, torn between urging him to make you cum again and pleading for him to stop because you could no longer stand the pleasure. You were so sensitive, and Wolffe knew very well how painful the ecstasy was becoming, but some twisted part of him wanted to mark your cunt with his teeth and tongue as well. He wanted to devour you, body and soul. Your release comes in the form of a silent cry, and Wolffe laps up your mixed cum until you can’t take it anymore, softly pushing his shoulders away so he can slow down.

There is a lazy smile on your features, one that deepens further when you see Wolffe crawling on top of you and leaving a trail of wet kisses across your sweaty skin.

“Satisfied?” He dares to ask, lightly pinching your nipples when you don’t respond right away. You giggle at the touch, pulling him closer to you so he can kiss you some more. He melts into your body, roaming his hands across the tired muscles until he has no choice but to fall beside you.

You hum in response, studying his relaxed expression and laying the softest of kisses on his forehead before pulling him into your neck. Neither of you say anything, and only when your breathing steadies does Wolffe pull away to make sure you’re comfortable and asleep.

He sits up on his elbows and takes in his handiwork, biting his lower lip when he sees the bruises already forming all over your body. The contentment falters for a split second, but his worries evaporate when you sleepily reach for him and bring him back into your arms. He mutters his love for you one last time before surrendering to the comfort of your embrace, falling into a deep sleep almost as soon as he rests his cheek on your shoulder. 

It’s hours later when you wake, and you groan tiredly when the sunbeams hit your eyes and make it difficult to escape them. You turn to the other side and peek through your lashes, only to find Wolffe already wide awake, softly touching the length of your arm with his lips and nose, as if he was tracing every little mark he left on your body from last night. He looks up when he notices your breaths coming in erratically, winking at you and smirking at the sudden spirit of shyness falling over your tired form. 

“I can taste the sunlight on your skin.” He moans against your clavicle, lightly nipping at the skin over the bone when you turn away from him and hide beneath the sheets. 

“Hmm…such a smooth talker.” You groan from underneath the shield you’ve created, giggling like a little girl when Wolffe tugs them away and attacks your face with playful nips and kisses. 

“Only for you cyar’ika.” He whispers into your ear before biting at the space just below it, his touches becoming less playful and more needy as he takes in the way your body is reacting to his advances. 

“Wolffe, your lips feel so good.” You throw your head back and sink your nails into the muscles on his back, gasping for air the longer Wolffe continues to mark you up. It’s almost as if he was looking for spots on your skin he hasn’t left his bite marks or fingerprints on. Not that you were complaining. 

“Just my lips, General?” You can hear the smile on his handsome face, and you nearly push back to edge him on, but you realize it would serve you better to give into him and tell him what he wants to hear. 

“N-no, it’s everything you do to me Wolffe. It’s in your touch…your- your voice…your cock.”

“My little Jedi can’t get enough of me.” He shifts you in his arms until you’re laying on your stomach, and when you try to look back to see what he has in mind, he combs his finger into your hair and pushes you into the pillows until he has access to your back. When he hears whine his name, he descends down on you like a crazed man, sinking his teeth into the skin he wasn’t able to reach last night while pulling on your hair to remind you who was in charge. 

“Oh gods…never, Wolffe. Never. I want you all the kriffing time, even now…I just want you to- to,” you forget what you want to say, the need to commit this moment to memory outweighing whatever information your mind wanted to part with. It must be the reaction Wolffe was wanting for because he chuckles against your heated skin and finishes your thought for you. 

“Claim you?”

“Please.” You try to push the sheets away from you so you can feel him against your back, and Wolffe lets go of you for a split second to let you do whatever you wish, returning flush against you once you’re completely nude to his eyes. He’s on you in the blink of an eye, teasing you with the head of his hard cock while keeping a firm hold on your hips so you don’t move against him.

“Can’t really do that now, can I mesh’la?” He struggles through his words, his hungry eyes picturing all the things he still wants to do to you as you lay there beneath him, willingly submitting your entire self to him without a second thought. 

“You’re already mine, little Jedi. You’re mine, have been since you came here all those months ago and told me you wanted me.” He massages your back with his calloused hands, trying to come to terms with the fact that he will never be close enough to you. He’ll never get tired of this. He’ll never not want to touch you with everything he’s got. 

“But since you plead so sweetly,” you moan into the sheets as you feel him part your thighs and slowly sink his cock into your swollen cunt, keeping you filled to the brim and refusing to move until you begged some more. 

“Wolffe...” You reach back and tug on his hair to bring him closer to you, the need to hear what you do to him igniting a flame in your chest, one that only he could put out by showing you how much he craves you. 

“F-ffuck, you’ve ruined the mornings for me cyare. Now I- I won’t stop thinking of your wet, tight pussy when I…kriff, when I wake up.” Wolffe bites into your shoulder as he rolls his hips into you, no longer able to control his desires from you. He wanted you to know the effect you have on him, the hold you had on his very soul ever since you walked onto his ship and offered your aid all those months ago. 

“I’m yours Commander, always. Y-you can have me whenever you want.” You sigh heavily when he growls against your skin and continues to fuck into you without caring for how rough he’s being. 

“E-even at sunrise, General?” Wolffe chuckles as soon as your cunt clenches tightly around him at the mention of the honorific, letting you know that he enjoys calling you by your rank as much as he does when you moan his. 

“Especially at sunrise-” You barely manage to breathe out, smiling through the assault he was bringing on your body as you surrender yourself completely to him.

“My little tracinya,” Wolffe nuzzles into the crook of your neck, content with the way you seem to melt the harder he fills you with his cock. A part of him knows he should maybe discuss the incident from last night, but he finds it difficult to pay any mind to your words when he already has you so willing and wanting beneath him. 

Later, he would consider the little issue of your religion later. 

But for now, he was adamant on showing you his own.

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[wizardofrozz]

Fire and Rain

Commander Wolffe x GN!reader, OC Sawbones

Word Count: ~1.6k

Warnings: war, death, mention of violence, grief, soft Wolffe

A/N: I had a bad day and all I want is to listen to the rain while Wolffe comforts me. So that's how this fic came to be lmao. I hope you enjoy 🖤

Humanitarian missions were some of your favorites. You spent most of your time in the medbay, patching up troopers and avoiding the piercing eyes of the CMO. These missions allowed you to get off the Venator, to see something other than cold durasteel walls or Coruscant’s light-polluted skyline. Although, it wasn’t all joy and happiness. 

The small village was still smoking, crumbled buildings littering the streets. What was once a quaint town had been reduced to ash and rubble. Family homes and community trademarks were unrecognizable and the occupants could only stand by and stare longingly. 

The 104th had been tasked with delivering supplies, offering medical assistance, and searching for hazardous materials from the crash. The Separatist ship had broken apart in the atmosphere but it was close enough for it to start raining down debris on the unsuspecting villagers shortly after. You glanced around as the Wolfpack made their way into the heart of the town, your eyes lingering on the tents scattered around. A small child stood at the edge of the road, wide-eyed wonder written all over his face as troopers wandered past. His young face was streaked with soot but nothing could dampen the amazement shining in his bright eyes.

“Hey.” You jumped, turning toward the voice only to stare back at your own reflection in his visor. You couldn’t fight the urge to glance back at the child one last time before giving Wolffe your undivided attention. 

“Yes, Commander,” you replied, hoping the smile you offered didn’t look as forced as it felt. Even if you couldn’t see them, you could feel Wolffe’s eyes studying your face and you did your best not to buckle under the weight. “Everything okay?”

“Yeah,” Wolffe replied and if you weren’t walking so close, you would’ve missed his soft sigh. Wolffe subtly turned his head, glancing around at the troopers walking in loose formation around him. The ghost of a smile crossed your face when you felt the muted brush of his fingers against your arm. 

“I’m alright,” you murmured, lightly bumping into him.

“For now,” he replied, almost quiet enough for you to miss. And he was right. Each step deeper into the smoldering remains of the village made your heart sink a little more. You took a long, deep breath, grimacing at the burnt taste that seemed to linger on your tongue. The second brush against your arm had you peering over at Wolffe, staring into his dark visor again as you blindly found his hand. He squeezed your fingers, a gentle reminder that you weren’t alone and you cherished the contact. 

It was going to be a long day.

It felt like you were going to fall over with the slightest gust of wind. Most of your day consisted of patching up the wounded in between passing out supplies. Everyone from children to the elderly had passed through your tent and each new person felt like another gut punch, draining more of your resolve. 

You glanced over your shoulder, noting that Sawbones was moving a bit slower too, and you braced your hands on the table in front of you. Staying in the med tent had let you keep your blinders on, saving yourself the heartache of watching of few of your boys carrying the lifeless bodies out of the rubble but you weren’t sure if it was actually better. Instead of seeing who you couldn’t save, you had to look into the eyes of the people they left behind. A small part of you found joy in helping them but nothing could take away the veil of grief that seemed the blanket them all. 

A harsh whistle cut through the air, making you jump hard enough to knock a box of bacta patches to the floor. You twisted around to find Sawbones watching you, his eyes narrowed slightly. 

“Yes, Bones,” you huffed, resting your hip against the table and crossing your arms. 

“What’s wrong with you?” You were too drained to contain your eye rolls, although, Sawbones’ blunt nature was nothing new to you. 

“Long day, same as you,” you replied, arching a brow. 

“That’s not all,” he countered, squinting at you. “Sp-” 

The sudden roar of voices from outside cut off the rest of his sentence and you both straightened. You shared a confused look with him before you broke into a jog with Sawbones on your heels. You sputtered the second you stumbled outside, blinking rapidly as you looked upward. The sky was hazing, a thick fog hanging over the village as rain pelted the ground, extinguishing the last of the fires littering the area. It took a few seconds for you to realize that the noise you had heard was the villagers celebrating. 

People of all ages were standing outside, smiling and cheering, rain soaking them to the bone but that didn’t seem to matter. Something as simple as a storm that, to you, would’ve felt like another kick to the face brought such joy to a village that nearly burned to the ground. You looked to your left, meeting Sawbones’ eyes before he looked out over the celebrating villagers. You could’ve sworn there was a faint smile on his face.

“Go rest. There’s nothing else we can do for them,” Sawbones murmured without looking at you. 

You thought about staying there but the rain was picking up, steadily soaking your clothing. Walking through the pockets of people filling the streets brought a wistful smile to your face, a smile that only grew as you watched the wolfpack join in. You found a supply tent on the edge of the settlement and ducked inside, shaking off any excess water clinging to your clothing.

The fabric of your shirt stuck to your skin, sending a chill across your skin. You wrapped your arms around yourself, glancing around at the crates of supplies, brightening a bit when you caught a glimpse of a GAR-issued blanket. The fabric was rough, meant for warmth over comfort but it was better than nothing. You wrapped the blanket around your shoulders as you wandered to the front of the tent again, holding the edges of the blanket under your chin so you could roll one of the flaps up. 

Lightning spiderwebbed across the sky, followed quickly by a loud clap of thunder that seemed to vibrate through your bones. There were easily a dozen things you could be doing but something about watching the unmatchable power of Mother Nature had you captivated. 

You were so absorbed in watching the rain that you didn’t hear the faint rustle from over your shoulder. A choked-off gasp fell from your lips and you tensed against the arms that wrapped around you. Your sluggish brain spiraled for a moment until you recognized the familiar vambraces and you sagged against him. 

“Hiding from all the fun, sweetheart,” Wolffe rumbled, kissing the crown of your head. 

“Says the man wearing a body glove that keeps him dry,” you teased, leaning back against Wolffe. 

“Mostly dry,” he corrected, his voice muffled as he hid his face against your neck. 

“Oh sorry, mostly dry.” The stress of your day still weighed heavily on you but the familiar press of Wolffe’s armor against your back brought you more comfort than you realized. A small smile lifted the corner of your mouth when he started to gently sway and you reached up to card through his damp hair. 

“How are you, darling?” And if that wasn’t a loaded question. You sighed, resting your temple against his head, letting yourself get lost in the rhythmic side-to-side movement for a moment. 

“I don’t know,” you finally confessed. Wolffe grunted quietly, urging you to continue. “I wish I could’ve done more.”

“You couldn’t have,” he argued gently, resting his chin on your shoulder.

“I know,” you whispered, letting your hand slip out of his hair and down his face. Your fingers brushed the end of his scar and you leaned away, twisting around enough to see his face. 

“Hey, cyare,” he murmured with a half-smile. 

“Hey,” you breathed, resting your forehead against his with a sigh and letting your eyes fall shut.

“I know you wish you could save everyone,” Wolffe mumbled, pausing to kiss your nose, “but you can’t. However, you did a whole lot of good for the people that are still here.”

“You think so?” You squeezed your eyes shut as you turned to face him, loosely hugging his waist. 

“I know so,” Wolffe said with so much conviction that you had a hard time not believing him. You hugged him a little tighter when he shifted and pressed a lingering kiss to your forehead. “That bleeding heart of yours is one of the many reasons I love you.” 

“So you do have a list.” Wolffe’s quiet snort brought a smile to your face. The light tap on the underside of your chin had your eyes fluttering open, staring up at his mismatched eyes. There was a fond little smile on his lips as his eyes flickered around your face. 

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” Before you could answer with another lighthearted remark, Wolffe leaned down, finding your lips with ease. It was a tender kiss yet it held an intensity that you’d come to expect from Wolffe. You broke the kiss when your lungs burned, desperate for oxygen, and you rested your forehead against his again. 

“I love you,” you whispered, wrapping your arms around his neck. 

“I love you too.” Wolffe pecked your lips, starting to sway gently again, the pitter-patter of rain on the canvas tent acting as a melody.

The stress and heartache weren’t gone, far from it, but in that moment, wrapped in the arms of the man you loved, there was a light at the end of the tunnel. The promise of a future that made all the pain worth it.

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Last of the Pack

This idea has consumed me for a short while now, so it was no longer as impulsive as many of my other artworks.

So I entertained a different impulse: use only six colors.

Cobalt Blue. Cadmium Red (Deep). Payne's Gray. Chinese White. Ivory Black. Silver.

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The end result is straight up sorcery, isn't it? It just looks like I used four colors at most if I didn't know any better. That's what I love about watercolor and why I do so much of it.

Looks like I used maroon, gray, black and silver with less pigment and more water to get those really light areas.

But here's the thing: I had to MAKE a small batch of maroon paint (very careful ratio of mostly cadmium red to tiny additions of cobalt blue so it did not end up purple) to pay homage to the history of the battalion under Commander Wolffe's direction when I learned they weren't always that handsome flint gray.

I just assumed they'd always been gray because of the TCW series.

Gray that I really had to brighten up or be super careful in my application so it wouldn't be so dark on paper. Thank goodness I grabbed that Chinese White recently. I believe the ratio ended up being 2 or 3 parts Chinese White to 1 parts Payne's Gray?

(I eyeballed all ratios, I'll be completely honest.)

Another angle of the silver paint in the light

All the colors and a better sense of scale of the final piece.

[jewishcissiekj]

ok so Asajj stabbed Wolffe's eye or whatever that was. What's wrong with that? she gave him a cool scar some of ya'll are just haters

[corriegardenia]

what your favourite clone (commander) says about you

Rex: you are an older sibling.

Cody: you are a bottom, (affectionate). Major competency kink.

Bly: you are also a bottom, (derogatory). 

Fox: you have mental health issues and probably a caffeine addiction

Wolffe: you have daddy issues and probably a hug addiction

Monnk/Ponds/Bacara: you are an introvert who finds the idea of actually having content for your faves overwhelming

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Training

Part three of the size shifting trooper AU (I seriously need a better name for this at this point)

Now came the task of learning to control this mutation. Just like any other ability, it took practice. 

The kaminoans attached them to various machines to measure Maker knows what while commanding them to use their ability.

The sensation of stretching out his body became less and less strange each time CC-1010 did it. He slowly stopped getting nauseous when he shrunk back to his normal size and his body stopped aching so much when he’d grow in size. 

At the beginning of their training, they were only able to hold a larger size for a few moments before they passed out from exhaustion or strain but as they continued to train, they got better. 

Soon CC-1010 and his batchmates were able to hold a height similar to the Alphas for extended periods of time, and CC-3636 was already pushing past their current height. 

They began to physically train with the other modified batches of command clones not long after, all of them being outfitted in a material that had been designed to grow and shrink with them. 

The Kaminaons seemed particularly interested in how their emotions impacted their size shifting. A strong burst of fear could trigger them to grow, likely as a defense mechanism, but also anger could push them. Happiness had the same effect but that didn’t happen very often. 

They would also randomly grow in their sleep, waking up to find themselves cramped into their sleeping pods. The Kaminoans didn’t know why this happened either. 

The modified CC batched continued to go through regular training and the command track, while also working to master their mutation. More often than not they ended up in the med bay due to exhaustion. 

The Kaminaons eased up on their training after the sixth incident, something about performance improvement. CC-1010 and his vode didn’t care that much though. They had an ability that suddenly allowed them to do so much more than they previously thought. They could protect their men in battle, they could better fend off armies, and they could protect themselves in Tipoca City. 

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CC-1010 -> Fox; CC-3636 -> Wolffe

Mando'a: vode: siblings

[cc-kote]

Woof!!!

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clonetober in january 4: wolffe 

woof wwoof

[mearchy]

HE HAS ARRIVED

[pacificwaternymph]

Bad Batch enjoyers right now.

[221bshrlocked]

warm hearts

Pairings: Commander Wolffe x Jedi Fem!Reader

Words: 2816 (It’s a short one. I am just as shocked as you are.)

Warnings: Lots of teasing.

Summary: Wolffe catches you in a moment of vulnerability. Then you allow him to catch you in another one again. 

A/N: It’s yearning hours, and I wanted something soft but hot. Here you go.  You can add yourself to the taglist here if you like.

The sound of the rain hitting the surface of your tent makes you sigh worryingly, and you look through the small opening to see if any of your men are outside. When you don’t see anyone nearby the campsite, you kick the covers off of you and grab the lightsaber from below your pillow. Clipping it to your belt, you exit the tent and wince when the water seeps through your clothes in a matter of minutes. You walk around the various tents pitched up in between the trees quietly, smiling to yourself when you recall the way Sinker and Boost reacted when they saw you pitching them up. It was sad though, how shocked they were that you thought of their comfort before going on the mission with them. As pleasant as it was to see them thank you as they each went into their shelters, you hated that they were surprised by the small action. 

They deserved so much, and to have them offer you gratitude for something so basic made your blood boil. The longer you thought about it, the more irritated you became, and you shut your eyes to focus on that anger in hopes of decreasing it out of fear of having it affect your behavior around them. 

“General, what are you doing out here?” The rough voice of none other than the Commander of the Wolfpack makes you flinch harshly, and you nearly topple over from the rock you’re resting on when you quickly turn around and stare at him. His eyes widen for a fraction of a second before the neutral expression he’s always aimed at you takes over once more. 

“You nearly gave me a heart attack, Commander!” You grasp at your chest, and step back onto the large boulder, turning away from Wolffe when you realize the intensity behind his gaze will not decrease any time soon. 

“You didn’t sense me.” You think he means to ask rather than comment on your momentary relapse, but you remember who it is you’re speaking with and remind yourself that the Commander of the 104th was seldom unaware of his syntax. 

“I- I didn’t…I was- am, distracted.” You look into his eyes and blink embarrassingly at him when you see him scrutinizing your every word. 

“And you think it wise to stand out here alone when you’re…compromised.” You know he doesn’t intend to offend you, but his words slice through you like a blazing fire, reminding you once again that he was much more experienced than you were when it came to this context and that he was well-aware of that little detail. 

“I couldn’t sleep.” The more he questions you, the shorter your responses become and Wolffe steps towards you until you’re nearly breathing the same air as him. 

“All the more reason to get back inside, mesh’la.” The shiver running down your spine has nothing to do with the freezing conditions you find yourself in, and everything to do with the hoarse baritone of his voice. You’re not familiar with that term, and the question is forming on your lips, but before you can ask him what that word means, a lightning strike shoots through the skies and makes you flinch, hard. 

The blinding light shines across Wolffe’s features for a brief second, and you swear you see a glint of sheer possessiveness flash through them, but his handsome face hides behind the darkness of the night again. You’re visibly shaking now, and you try to tell him why you found yourself out here when he suddenly pulls away and steps back. You miss the heat his Force signature offered you as soon as he’s no longer within reach, and as you part your lips to kindly ask him to come back to you, he breaks the silence and places his helmet back on his head. 

“Get inside, General.” He’s strict, more so now than he is with the boys on the battlefield. 

It excites you to no end. 

“Is that an o-order, Commander?” You don’t mean for the question to sound so flirtatious, and Wolffe must see through your own thoughts, because he tilts his head to the side and shamelessly moves his head up and down your body, enough for you to know that he’s checking you out. 

“Not unless you want it to be.” 

The silence that follows is deafening, and you don’t dare look away from him as he walks from you and returns to his tent. You’re left questioning the interaction for perhaps too long, only snapping out of your haze as thunder rumbles across the sky and reminds you why you left the comfort of your shelter. You gaze across the campsite again, shutting your eyes to focus on every Force signature thrumming around you. When you’re satisfied with the calm slumber emitting from each of the tents, you take a deep breath and make your way towards the Commander’s tent at the front of the group. 

There’s a voice in the back of your mind reminding you of your place, begging you to think of Wolffe’s as well, but you can’t find it in yourself to care for either of your positions anymore. You’ve been dancing around each other for so long now, the snide and teasing comments falling back and forth between the two of you fueling your nightly dreams ever since you met him, until you could no longer go to sleep without the thought of him making you his. 

You weren’t sure if he was aware of how he came off during all of your interactions, but the last few minutes were all the proof you needed. He wanted you as well, and from the way his Force signature danced as he called you that strange word, he longed for you as desperately as you did him. 

Willing your heart to calm down, you fix your drenched clothes quickly before sliding through the opening in his tent, ceasing to breathe when you look down and see the blaster aimed at your skull. You hold your palms up and stare into Wolffe’s eyes, only breathing again when recognition flashes through his darkened gaze and forces him to lower down his weapon. 

“Never do that again.” He’s stern, and if you didn’t know any better, you’d think he really was about to shoot you.

“I didn’t mean to sneak up on you.” It’s a sad excuse of an apology, and it’s clear that you barely mean it because your eyes are immediately lowering down Wolffe’s form, studying him as if your familiarity went beyond that of a General and a Commander. 

“What are you doing here?” Wolffe practically growls the question, the aggressive hint of possessiveness returning once more and reminding you that you were intruding on him and his space. You try your best to look above his neckline, but you regret it as soon as you notice the way his Force signature begins to sing out to you, as if his mind was pleading for him to reach out and touch you. There’s so much you want to say, but you know that you have no right to use this moment of vulnerability against him. He was rarely afforded any privacy, and now that he had it, you were disrespecting it, the same way others do. 

Opting to stick with the truth, you allow your shoulders to sag as you shut your eyes and confess the rather embarrassing sentiment behind your intrusion. 

“I’m scared.” 

You think he’ll laugh at you, perhaps even remind you that you’re a Jedi General before kicking you out of his tent. But none of that comes, and when he takes too long to respond, you look up and meet his eyes, praying that he can somehow see the longing you have for him. 

“You’re cold.” Only when he says those words do you realize just how freezing you are, and you look down to see your body shivering violently as your hands fist around each other to try and warm up. You don’t know what to do, especially now that Wolffe didn’t bother to comment about the random bit of knowledge you just offered him, and before you can apologize and leave, Wolffe sits up and closes the last bit of space between the two of you. 

He says nothing as he cups your chin and raises your head so he can get a better look at you. This close, you can almost taste his skin on your lips, and as you try to search your mind for any coherent thought, Wolffe quiets you down with a whispered hush, resting his forehead against your own until your body recognizes his touch. When he feels you visibly relax against him, he reaches down and pushes off the robes around your body. You let him remove them with ease, not bothering to ask him what he’s doing as he reaches for your belt and unclips it from around your waist. He sets the belt with your weapon aside gently before moving onto the rest of your clothes. With each article of clothing he removes from your cold body, you feel a flicker of heat course through your muscles, and it’s not until he has you in nothing but your undergarments that you realize why you’re not freezing to death. 

Force. 

He didn’t just want you. 

He craved you. 

Perhaps more so than you yearned for him. 

“What do you want, mesh’la?” His question is confusing to your dazed mind, mostly because you were too busy committing the touch of his hands to memory. He trails his fingers across your arms and shoulders, rubbing his thumb against your pulse and smirking dangerously at you when he finds your heart threatening to beat out of your chest. You lean into his hand immediately, finding it extremely difficult to think of any proper response when you can finally know what his touch felt like. 

You’ve dreamt of it for so long, and now that you could feel it, feel him, you couldn’t get enough. You wanted him. You wanted him so kriffing much. 

“You.” 

His smile only deepens at your response, and you swear you feel a dramatic spike in his Force signature then, but you don’t have any time to dwell on it because he slowly moves your hands to his chest so you can feel him beneath your palm as well. 

“What do you want from me?” Wolffe’s gaze is unwavering as ever, and you wish he didn’t have such a hold on you so you can tell him a fraction of the effect he had on you. 

“I- I want you to keep me warm. I want you to keep me in your arms…I want you to- to…” With each word you reveal to him, Wolffe’s chest rumbles with excitement, the sound nearing one you’re sure you would hear from a loth-wolf if you ever grew close to one. He knows that you’re biding time, and you hate that the tighter his grip grows around your skin, the harder it becomes for you to speak your mind. You trip over your words as his thumb makes a pass awfully near the corner of your lips, and before you can think twice of what you’re doing, you’re leaning into his palm and kissing the length of his finger, silently begging him to continue touching you.

“Tell me, my jetti’ika.” Wolffe whispers against your cheek when you remain quiet for too long, and you swear you can hear his thoughts storming around you when he grazes his nails across your damp skin and journeys his touch down your body until he reaches your lower back. Without warning, he squeezes your hips and slips one finger beneath the edge of your panties, reminding you of your nudity. 

“I- ahhh…maker.” You throw your head back and moan for him just as he leans down and nips at your jugular, chuckling to himself when you accidentally dig your nails into his chest as you try to hold onto him. 

“I never imagined you to be so sensitive.” The comment shouldn’t make you this crazed, nor should it force you to clench your thighs tightly so you can relieve the growing, uncomfortable pressure itching for release. But you fall into the sensation with ease, barely managing to whimper his name just as he teases you with his teeth again. 

“Wolffe.”

“You say my name so sweetly, cyar’ika.” He breathes against your neck, no longer caring for how forward he’s being as he roams his hands up and down your body to feel all of you at once. 

“Please.” You beg once more, praying to the Force that he can feel how much you want him to touch you and put you out of your misery by surrendering to his own needs. 

“Please what?” 

You should have known that he wouldn’t make this easy on you, but as he cups your cheek and shakes you in his arms to bring some bit of coherence back into your mind, you are reminded of the way this man seems to bring out the most lust-filled desires out of you with something as simple as a look. 

“Please keep me safe.” It’s the last thing on your mind now, but you’re not surprised that this is the only response your brain manages to muster up. It knew that you can feel safe with him, no matter what he was doing to you. It was fitting to request this of him. 

“Are you compromised, General?” Even though his question is harmless, you get the sense that he didn’t intend it this way. No, he knew well how dangerous such an inquiry could be, especially now that he had you naked and wanton. 

“M-more than you know.” You extend your neck up, chasing his lips so you can finally know what he tastes like. But he leans back away from you, the hand on your cheek descending down until it nestled perfectly across your skin. 

“And who’s fault is that?” He eyes you closely, studying every minute shift in your features to make sure that you’re comfortable with the way he’s familiarizing himself with your body. 

“I think you know.” You slide one hand down his muscular form, groaning deeply when you feel his muscles tense and unflex beneath the extremely tight blacks shielding him from your eyes. 

“I wonder what I can do about that,” you’re not really sure if he’s thinking out loud or purposely talking you into a frenzy, but you find it pleasant regardless, and you lean into his space even further as the hold around your neck grows tighter. 

“W-Wolffe.”

“Lay down, cyar’ika.” The Clone Commander lets go of you, moving around your shuddering form to shut the tent tightly before returning to your side again. 

“Is that an order, Commander?”

“Not unless you want it to be.” Unlike before, when he teasingly threw the remark and was completely sure of himself, you sense a hint of reluctance wash over him now, and you bite into your cheek as you slowly lay down and part your thighs to make room for him. Although you can barely see him, you gasp lightly when he swiftly removes the gloved shirt adorning his chest and discards it to the side. Your toes curl in anticipation, and when he crawls towards you, you suddenly feel like a prey waiting to be devoured by the hungry, loth-wolf who’s been straining to keep to himself for months. Wolffe settles in between your thighs, resting both of his hands on either side of your head to keep his weight off of you as he lowers himself down and slowly rolls his hips against your clothed cunt. 

“If I didn’t know better, sir…I’d say you are waiting for another order.” He chuckles when he hears you whimper beneath him. 

“Please Wolffe.”

“Don’t worry sweetheart, I’ll keep you safe from the storm.” He nudges your cheek with his nose, inhaling deeply and humming in approval when your scent fills his senses and reminds you of just how similar he is to the being he was named after. You try to kiss him again but a hand shoots to your neck and keeps you still underneath him, body barely managing to move now that you were perfectly sandwiched between his rigged form and the hard ground. 

“But I- I thought you…” You’re tripping over your words again, hands itching to reach for him and hold him as close to you as possible, but you’re not sure that would be the right move, especially now that a silent agreement passed between you and Wolffe, one that tipped the scales of control in his favor. 

“Make no mistake, my jett’ika…you may be safe from the storm, but I never said you’re safe from me.” 

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CLONES IN SUITS | COMMANDER WOLFFE

(POV: You were already waltzing with a trooper when a foreign hand swipes yours from him mid-twirl. "Sorry vod, I'll have this dance." Wolffe appeared out of nowhere, stealing you. Flabbergasted, the trooper stands confused in the middle of the dance floor, watching as a smirking Commander Wolffe whisks you away.)

Version without shadows:

Art inspired by the song "So This Is Love: Waltz" 💗 -----

I might have gone a little extra on Wolffe here 🤣 the clone commanders ideally will have a different suit color scheme compared to the others so that they stand out as officers. ☺️

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