SOOOOO CUTE OMG WE NEED MORE SOFT WOLFFE

SOOOOO CUTE OMG WE NEED MORE SOFT WOLFFE

@cloneloverrrrr come get your man 🥰

Uuuuh yeah hi. Could I get a number 10 with a side of Wolffe please?

Huge congratulations on such a big milestone! You’re such a talented writer and you deserve every follower and many more 💜 (from @wings-and-beskar 💜)

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➼ ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ ☆ 547

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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HOLY-

the ending had me SWEATING

looking forward to part two 🫶

The Video

Summary: You and Cody film something special before the 212th ships out for their next campaign.

Pairing: Cody x reader

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, P in V sex, praise kink, Cody likes to be called Commander in bed, excessive use of the word cock, unprotected sex, creampie, filming, sex tape.

A/N: Once again, I am here to be booked into horny jail. This originally was going to be a longer fic, but I decided to cut out the boring stuff, and changed it a little. May be persuaded to make a part 2 to this one if people are interested....

MASTERLIST

You stare down at him from your position above him. His gaze is lowered, focused on the datapad in his hand. It’s resting on his stomach, focused on where you’re hovering over his cock, hand slowly jerking him. 

It’s risky, doing this on GAR issued technology, but you trust Cody. 

You line up his cock, slowly sinking down onto it. You let out a moan, more exaggerated than you usually would, but you’re doing this for him. You’re about to head off on what’s going to be a grueling campaign, and neither of you will have the time to sneak away and do this. It’s the least you can do to give him something to relax with, when he gets those rare moments. 

You gasp as you settle on his cock, thighs gripping his hips as you give yourself a moment to adjust. He keeps the datapad steady, focusing where your bodies meet. You lift yourself up slightly, holding there before you sink back down. He lets out a quiet groan, watching you through the screen as you use him, bouncing up and down on his cock. 

You play up your moans, reaching behind you to use his thighs for leverage. You’ll tire out long before you reach your orgasm in this position, but you’re far from done. You’ve got a lot to give Cody still, wanting to make sure he has enough to remember you for these next few weeks. 

Cody films you for a couple more minutes before he sets the datapad down to wrap his arms around you. He flips you over, rolling you onto your stomach on the bed. He straddles your thighs, picking up the datapad again to film the curve of your spine, the roundness of your ass. You lift your hips just slightly, giving it a shake for him. He smacks a hand onto one cheek in response, grabbing a handful and squeezing. 

He releases you, shifting to set the datapad on the side table, keeping it focused on the lower halves of your body. He drags the head of his cock along your slit before he presses into you, shifting his body until he’s leaning over you, hips pressed against your ass. He slowly starts to thrust his hips dragging his cock in and out of you. 

You press yourself back into him, squeezing around him as he grinds against you. He drops himself onto his elbows, pressing his chest into your back. His lips attach to your shoulder, pressing open-mouthed kisses to the sensitive skin. 

You curse quietly, moving your hips back against him as he works you closer and closer to an orgasm. He pushes himself back up to his hands as he snaps his hips against your ass, picking up the pace. The force of his thrusts drag your clit along the bed, your back arching as pleasure washes through you. 

You moan loudly as you cum, his thrusts slowing to a stop as you spasm around him. He won’t cum. Not yet. 

He lets you come down from your high for a moment before he’s wrapping his arms around you, turning you onto your back. He’s so gentle, smoothing his hands along your body as he stares down at you. You meet his gaze, biting your lip at the lust shining in them. 

He parts your thighs, pushing them up, your hands grabbing the backs of your knees as he grabs the datapad once more. He focuses it between your legs, running his fingers through your folds before he takes hold of his cock once more. He teases your slit, focusing the datapad on your pussy as he presses his cock into you. You moan loudly, sensitive from your first orgasm. He presses all the way into you, holding the datapad still as he begins to fuck into you again. 

You moan, walls clamping around him as the angle drags the head of his cock along that spot inside you with every thrust. He can see the shine of your slick on his cock in the video, your thighs and lips shining with your slick. He’d worked you up good before he  started filming, using his mouth and fingers in the way he knows you like. He has a way of driving you insane, making you wet with just a look. 

Your back arches, pressing against him as he fucks you. He holds the datapad with one hand, the other dropping to your waist. You groan at the feeling of his calloused skin against yours, his hand holding you possessively as he works you up to your second orgasm of the night. 

He shifts the datapad just high enough to film the way your tits bounce as he fucks you, his hand sliding up your side to grab a handful. He squeezes for a moment before releasing you, dropping the datapad back down to where you’re connected. 

He’s close, you can tell by the way he’s groaning, the sound mixing with your own moans. Your back arches as he circles your clit, thighs threatening to close around him as he pushes you to your second orgasm, pleasure nearly blinding you. He stills, moaning sweetly as he cums inside you. He fills you up with every last drop before pulling out of you, moving the datapad between your thighs. You hold yourself open, the spasming of your walls forcing his seed to leak out of you. He films it as it slides out of your pussy, a satisfied smirk lifting the corner of his mouth. 

He turns off the datapad, setting it on the table. He crawls his way up your body, your hands finally releasing your knees. You wrap your arms around his shoulders, pulling him against you. 

“So good for me.” He says, lips brushing yours. “Always such a good girl.” 

You shiver against him from the praise, his half-hard length pressing against your thigh. “Thank you, Commander.” You say, kissing him. 

He groans against your lips and you know you have him. He reaches between your legs, spreading his cum along your folds as he drags his cock along your slit. He slips back into you, easing his cock into you. He settles against you, still kissing your lips. This one’s just for you two, your last private moment before you have to sneak back to your barracks. 

***

You’re half asleep in the mess the next morning. Cody had kept you up late, and you hadn’t been able to settle after you returned to your own barracks. Your mind was racing, preparing itself for this campaign. You know you’re going to be working long hours, trying to keep as many troopers alive as you can. 

You had also found it hard to relax with Cody’s cum leaking into your panties. 

You need caf desperately.

You’re in line when you hear it. You think it’s just exhaustion, perhaps a little delirium. 

Until you hear it again. 

You know that sound. You scan the mess, finding table after table of troopers all grouped together, huddling over datapads. You frown, stepping out of line for the caf machine to approach Waxer and Boil where they’re bent over a datapad. 

“What are you doing?” You ask. 

Both clones look up at you mischievously. You can hear it louder now, a nervous sweat starting to form on your back. You know that sound. 

It’s you. 

“Someone uploaded a sex tape to the GAR server last night.” Waxer smirks. 

Panic begins to bubble in your throat, threatening to choke you. It could be anyone, right? You know many clones like to pick up dates while they’re on shore leave. You’ve passed fellow civilian workers slipping out of barracks in the early hours of the morning before too. 

You move to stand between them, looking over their shoulders at their datapad. Your stomach drops, palms sweating as you stare at the bodies writhing on screen. It’s not just anyone. It’s you and Cody. Last night. 

Kriff. Cody must have uploaded it to the wrong server. 

“The entire GAR has access to it.” Boil says. “Everyone thinks it’s someone in Command, by the looks of the room.” 

“We’re trying to figure out who it is.” Waxer says, staring hard at the screen. “It’s definitely a clone.”

“Probably some barrack bunny.” Boil says, whistling lowly. “Whoever it is, he’s one lucky guy.”

You look up as more figures enter the mess, your gaze meeting Cody’s. Judging by his demeanor, he has no idea. You give him a panicked look, trying to decide if you should strangle him right here in the mess, or drag him somewhere more private.

You’re so kriffing screwed.

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BLIZZARD OMG IM IN LOVE 😭

sev this was so fucking cute, literally i’m obsessed with blizz!!!

VERY MUCH ALAN DJ’S JAMAL

Fly The Night

Pairing: OC Blizzard x fem!Reader (mechanic, no y/n, no physical descriptions, nicknamed Sparks)

Summary: You always fix their starfighters, so Blizzard wants to show you your handiwork up close and personal.

Warnings: none, just flirty flight fun, and a sweet kiss or two, SFW

Word count: 1171

Written to “Dance The Night” by Dua Lipa

The hangar of the Negotiator was practically your own personal quarters. You rarely left, except to eat and hit the sonic. The rhythmic sound of tools in motion, the whoosh and hum of the engines as fighters departed and arrived were the best lullaby you could ask for.

You wanted to fly though. You could never compete with any of the troopers, and you knew that, but even just running the test flights yourself would be a dream come true.

You were daydreaming in the cockpit of the Avalanche, when her pilot popped up next to you.

“I’m honored Sparks, you hadn’t christened the Avalanche yet, and I was starting to think you didn’t like me,” Blizzard said with a grin, as he rested his arms at the edge of the cockpit.

“Christened?” You asked, brow furrowed in confusion.

“The boys and I noticed you sit in the cockpit for a little while after you complete repairs or upgrades,” he explained. “You hadn’t enjoyed the comforts of the Avalanche yet, so the boys were teasing me.”

“You don’t stress your bird like they do. You need the least attention,” you replied with a grin.

“Ah, mesh’la, I actually need the most attention, but that’s a conversation for another day,” He said with an easy laugh. “So what made me so lucky today?”

“She’ll need a test flight to make sure everything’s right and tight,” you hesitated a moment before deciding Blizzard was too sweet to tease you for your honesty. “And I like to pretend I’ll get to do it myself one of these days.”

“If you’re fantasizing about flying, this is the fighter for you,” he said excitedly. “I mean you maintain her, so I’m sure you know that she’s the best in the fleet. Smooth, responsive, fast, and beautiful.”

“Are we still talking about Avalanche?” You asked, feeling your face heat up as his warm, deep voice extolled the virtues of his fighter.

“If I should be talking about something else, Sparks, say the word.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” you said softly, running gentle fingers over the instruments. “Let me get out of your way and get back to work.”

“Not so fast,” Blizzard said, blocking your exit. “You wanted to do a test flight, and my baby needs one.”

“I’m not allowed; you know that.” Your brow furrowed, and you bit your lip sadly.

“You’re not allowed alone. You won’t be alone though.”

“Blizz,” you said with a warning tone. If he was playing with you, you’d blast him out of an airlock.

“I mean it, Sparks,” he insisted. “Give me a second to get clearance, and we’ll be on our way.”

He disappeared from view for a moment, and you looked down at the panel. You knew what each switch, button, and dial was for. You wrapped your hands around the yoke, feeling the worn, yet soft, material.

“We’re clear!” He cheered, popping your daydream bubble, as he appeared over the edge of the cockpit once more.

“Really?” You asked much louder than intended. You clapped a hand over your mouth, as a few heads turned your way. “Sorry, really?”

“I wouldn’t tease you like that. Now hop up, so I can join you,” the pilot said, maneuvering into the cockpit behind you.

Once he was settled, he took hold of your hips, and pulled you down into his lap. You could feel the warmth from your face spreading across your entire body, as your body pressed into Blizzard’s. You could feel the heat of him through your flight suit, along with every bit of his muscular form where it met your body.

“This is your flight, mesh’la. Take us to the runway,” he said gently, taking hold of your hands and placing them on the yoke.

You released a shuddering breath before you ran the pre-flight checks.

“Tower, Avalanche ready at runway 5,” Blizzard said, the rumble of his voice rolling through your back where it was pressed to his chest. “Requesting clearance for departure.”

“Avalanche, you’re clear to taxi,” came the response, and you could feel the excitement humming in your chest like the moment before you kiss someone you’ve liked for a long time. As you picked up speed down the runway, your heart began to thrum wildly in your chest.

“V1,” Blizzard called, and you nearly squealed. Just ahead you could see the faint blue shimmer of the final barrier between you and the stars.

“Avalanche, you’re clear for takeoff.”

Blizzard gave you a nudge.

“Rotate,” you said, your voice coming out far more confidently than you’d expected. “Positive rate, gear up,”

The pair of you shot out of the hangar, and into the void. You couldn’t believe it, you were flying. You knew you must have looked like a kid in a candy store, as you carefully maneuvered through the emptiness.

“This is a test flight, Sparks. Put her through her paces,” Blizzard said, reclining, and resting his hands on your thighs.

The Avalanche lived up to Blizzard’s praise, as you increased the speed and performed every trick you’d ever dreamed of. Loops, sharp turns, rolls, everything your heart had desired for so long.

“This is amazing, Blizz!”

“Told you she was the best. Don’t ever tell him I said this, but Skywalker’s toy has got nothing on my baby,” Blizzard replied in a conspiratorial whisper.

Your laughter rang out, as you calculated the jump to hyperspace. You didn’t need to go far, but you did need to check the hyperdrive’s functionality.

“Ready?” You asked.

“Punch it.”

You reclined against Blizzard’s broad chest, as the soft blue hues of hyperspace washed over the pair of you.

“I don’t know how I can ever repay you for this,” you said softly, turning your head to nuzzle against his jaw.

“You don’t owe me anything, cyar’ika,” he replied, wrapping his arms loosely around your waist. “You‘ve kept my baby running smoothly, and kept my vode safe. I’m the one who owes you.”

“Well, I don’t know how you’re going to top this for our next date,” you said hesitantly.

He shifted so he could get a proper look at you. “Sparks. Don’t tease me, please.” His voice sounded so soft, so fragile. Despite the dangers he faced all of the time, this was the first time you’d ever heard fear in his voice.

“I wouldn’t tease you about this, Blizz.”

He cupped your face, and brought his lips to yours in a feather light kiss. His thumb brushed over your cheek, as he leaned closer to take your lips again.

There was a beep from the console to alert your upcoming drop out of hyperspace, and the two of you were brought back to the cockpit.

“Kriff, I was supposed to be taking notes and measurements,” you groaned.

“Oh no, looks like we’ll have to take her around again,” Blizzard said, pressing a kiss to the side of your face, as he settled back once more, and let you soar through the stars.

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