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Drunk on You [Warthog/GN!reader]

Hi, it's @goblininawig with a Warthog fic for @starqueensthings . I went the smutty route. Hope you enjoy it.

Tags, rating, summary, etc below the cut. 

MINORS DNI

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

Summary: A heroic rescue by the Wolfpack, brings you to a celebration in their honor, where you get up close and personal with the trooper, Warthog.

Pairing: Warthog/GN!reader

Rating: M/18+/NSFW

Words: 1,733

Tags: canon-typical action/adventure, fluff, smut, we-might-get-caught situation, oral sex/blow job

The Magistrate’s children had been rescued after several days of fraught tension. Fearing a Separatist plot, the Magistrate asked the Senate for help. They sent Jedi Master Plo Koon and his Wolfpack. In a matter of hours, they discovered the children, hiding in a cave, where they had taken shelter after the speeder they’d taken on a joyride crashed, causing serious injury to both children and vehicle in the process.

The cave’s mineral composition had blocked any scans for life signs. It was Jedi instincts and clone efficiency that saved the day, quickly locating the speeder crash and tracking them from there. The children had been frightened and hungry, but were on the mend at the healing center.

Now the city was free to celebrate. And none were more merry than the Magistrate and her husband. Though the clones were a close second. The banquet hall was filled with laughter and celebration. The troopers' boisterous, beaming faces, free of their helmets, were quite a sight to behold. Despite their common origin, each was uniquely handsome, and you found your eyes returning more and more to a certain one. Warthog, the clone catching your eye, had the GAR regulation haircut, but he still seemed to stand out from the others – at least, he did to you.

You’d met him while helping to set up for the current banquet. (Normally you were assigned administrative tasks, but when the Magistrate suddenly decided to throw a party, everyone had to pitch in and make it happen.) Warthog had saved a cask of wine from breaking when it fell off the gravloader you were pushing up to the kitchens. Most impressively, he’d caught it one handed, with his pilot’s helmet held under his other arm. Then he had introduced himself and had kept you company, helping you with various tasks, until Commander Wolffe had called him back to join the other troopers.

You raised a glass of wine to your lips and watched over the rim as Warthog reached over to clap one of his brothers on the back, laughing uproariously at his own comments. He gesticulated wildly and drew everyone around him into his conversation with his warm smile. Then he looked up and met your eyes across the banquet hall.

You startled, choking and spilling wine down your front. Muttering a curse, you put the glass down and dabbed at yourself with a napkin, cheeks feeling hot. You excused yourself and hurried out to deal with the mess you’ve made.

Warthog watched you leave, thought a moment, and then made a choice. He knocked back the last of his wine and announced: “Wish me luck, Wolfpack. I’m going hunting!” He grinned and left the table to the sounds of good-natured ribbing and howling from his brothers.

In the ‘fresher, you tried fruitlessly to clean up the wine stain on your top. You looked and felt ridiculous. You thought about going back to your room, but decided to wait until the fabric dries. Maybe then, with the low lighting and everyone drinking, it might go unnoticed.

Leaving the ‘fresher, you turned away from the hall where the others are carousing, heading towards the nearby balcony instead. It was a pleasant night with a gentle breeze. You looked out over the city, a glow of light against the evening sky, but then turned at the sound of someone stepping along the corridor nearby.

A moment later, the clone you’d been admiring stepped through the archway to join you on the balcony. Your mouth went dry at the sight. You found yourself unable to speak as he stalked closer to you, filling your vision with his broad shoulders.

“Everything alright?” he asked with a self-assured grin.

You bit your lip and awkwardly try to cover the stain with your hand. “Um, yeah, I just had an accident.” You cringed at how that sounded, but forced yourself to continue explaining. “Thought I’d let it dry out in the wind here.”

“Oh?” he queried, tilting his head so that the low light gleamed in his dark, velvety eyes. “And here I thought you wanted me to follow you. I saw how you’ve been looking at me all night.” You blinked and swallowed hard. “Oh, um, sorry?” you said awkwardly, face burning with embarrassment.

“Don’t apologize,” he returned, eyes still glowing with humor and heat. “I like it.”

He stepped closer, letting you feel the warmth of his body. His head tilted and his eyes dragged down the length of you and back up again, slowly.

“And I like the way you look too.”

“Oh,” you breathed softly, hands raising as if of their own accord to rest on his cuirass.

He covers one of your hands in his. “Tell me to stop and I will,” he murmured, voice low and husky.

You managed to whisper, “Don’t stop,” before he leaned in and covered your mouth with his.

Any lingering sense of embarrassment evaporated in the heat of Warthog’s passion. His kisses made your knees feel weak and you clung to his armored shoulders as his hands gripped your waist and lower back, pulling you closer. Your chest, stomach and groin pressed against plastoid armor, making you feel soft and pliant in comparison. He was a rock while you were a wave crashing against him. He gathered you against him, claiming your mouth with a fervor that lit up all your nerves.

With a groan of discomfort, he reluctantly pulled back. One hand stayed firmly on your lower back as the other slipped down between your bodies. There was a click and a sigh as his codpiece was removed and dropped carelessly to the floor. “That was starting to hurt,” he murmured, leaning close to your ear and kissing just beneath the lobe.

You closed your eyes and bared your neck to him. “Hmm, can’t have that,” you dreamily replied.

He left a trail of kisses along your throat and then inhaled your scent. “You smell so good,” he murmured, his lips against your skin.

You almost purred in response and he pulled back to smile at you. His dark eyes gleamed in the low light, focused on you like nothing else existed. Warthog dipped his head again, and you parted your lips to let him in, kissing with wild, eager abandon. He was so tall, dark, and handsome, but also much more than that. His generous nature, how he went out of his way to help you, his kindness, his sense of humor, and his obvious bravery were all so deeply attractive. It was almost shocking that someone like him could be interested in someone like you.

But the feeling of his mouth on yours was undeniable. And so was the heated length rubbing against your thigh. It sparked a deep hunger in you that had nothing to do with the banquet you just left. It made you feel bold and a little reckless.

“Let me make you feel good,” you urged the next time he pulled back from your lips to breathe.

A furrow appeared between his brows in a silent question that was answered when you lowered yourself to your knees in front of him. Warthog let out a quiet groan. His pupils widened at the sight, making his dark eyes appear even deeper and more mysterious than before. He watched you watching him, as he slid his hand down, and pulled his erection free of his black body glove.

Your mouth watered at the sight of his thick length, eyes going wide. It was one thing to hear that the clones were the best built men in the galaxy, and quite another to see the evidence of it up so close. Glancing up again, you caught his expectant, lust-darkened gaze and licked your lips. He moaned as you pressed them in a kiss to the length of his hard cock, followed quickly by another.

The weight and heat of his hard-on felt amazing in your hand, and against your eager lips. You covered it in kisses before drawing the head into your mouth, sucking experimentally. Warthog groaned above you and reached down to cradle the back of your neck.

“That feels amazing,” he murmured, mindful of being too loud so near to the banquet hall.

You hummed your agreement around him, drawing another moan from the back of his throat. Eyes closed, you breathed in his musk, humming happily again, his hand tightening ever so slightly on your neck in response. Then he combed his fingers through the hair at your nape as you started to swallow him down, little by little, and then as deeply as possible. Your tongue was flat against his heated shaft as you surrounded it with your mouth and your hands, pumping and sucking greedily.

Warthog leaned his weight on one arm against the balcony, his thick thigh muscles trembling with the effort of holding himself back from spilling into your throat. “Kriff, you’re so good at that,” he praised. It thrilled you, sending a tingle down through your body that you followed with a hand, slinking down you to press between your thighs. That sight sent another moan through the handsome man. You massaged his balls softly as you felt his cock at the back of your throat. You swallowed, letting the sensation tease him, before sliding your lips back up and down again, repeating the motion until you felt his balls tense, along with his fingers at your neck.

“I’m close,” he warned. “Can I cum in your mouth?” he panted.

You nodded quickly, looking up at him as he closed his eyes and let himself go with a shuddering moan of satisfaction. You swallowed every bit of it down, hand still busy between your legs; your body wanted more.

As he tucked himself away and re-clipped the codpiece, you stood and wrapped your arms around yourself. When Warthog finished dressing, he pulled you close. He kissed you softly, tasting himself on your lips.

“That was incredible,” he murmured, eyes warm and soft on yours. “I’d love to return the favor, maybe someplace more private?”

You smiled and bit your lower lip. “We can go to my room,” you offer.

He smiled back, stoking heat in your belly with the way his gaze raked over your body. “Well then, lead the way.” You took his hand and he eagerly followed you.

[murdertoothpick]

Alright bestie!! I need either some enemy's to lovers with my mans, Warthog!! I forgot how much I loved that mans until I started rewatching CW. Like Warthog and the mechanic reader are always at eachother's throats and one day when Warthog gets a little too close to the chance of death, reader runs over to him and slaps him before she grabs his face, kissing him. Ngl, I just love this trope sm and just him 🥺

crash landing

After repairing countless starfighters brought to you by the 104th battalion, you join them on the field to figure out exactly why your ships rarely return in one piece.

Warthog x fem!Reader (gn! if you ignore use of 'princess') | w/c: 1237

Warnings: near death/close call, kissing, warthog gets SLAPPED hehe

'What, Princess? Can't handle a little turbulence?' he snickers, and you can almost imagine the smirk under his bucket.

'Warthog,' you seethe, eyes narrowing as your hand goes to brace yourself against the wall, 'My ships are built for turbulence.'

He folds his arms, stepping closer to you and remaining fairly balanced considering the unsteady flying of the ship, 'Then why do they seem to break so easily?'

'Or...' you counter, 'Why do you fly like a shiny?'

He's silent then. Gotcha, you think to yourself, satisfied with your choice of words. You can feel the daggers he sends your way even as the helmet conceals his eyes.

General Koon steps in, easing the tension as he begins giving the battalion orders. You're startled when he addresses you, 'You'll be with my troops on the ground,' he tells you with authority, but that's not what you're here for.

'Sir, If I may object...Is there any way I could be in the air? I can't observe the pilots from the ground,' you reason with him, prompting him to remember why you're accompanying them on the mission.

'Absolutely not,' he's quick to disagree, 'It'll be safer on the ground.'

You nod in understanding until he speaks up again, sighing to himself. There's a suggestive tone in his voice, 'I can put you in the same starship as Warthog.'

Your eyes immediately move to look at the trooper's visor, and for once you seem to be in agreement.

'Absolutely not,' you both retort, seemingly glaring at each other.

'You don't want to fly with me?,' you question him in disbelief. It's hysterical. 'I'm not the one who always crashes his ship,' you accuse.

'Well, I'm not keen on babysitting Princess,' he taunts, taking pride in the way your nostrils flare at the pet name.

It's cute, getting you riled up like this.

He shakes the thought out of his head when the General speaks up again.

'Very well then,' he turns to you, 'On the ground.'

You nod, narrowing your eyes at Warthog, 'Don't crash my ship,' you point at his chest, and he feels so compelled to pull you in as your finger juts out at him.

His response doesn't convey that though, 'Don't do anything stupid,' he turns to make his way towards the starfighters, attempting to get the last line.

You laugh, causing him to look back at you, 'How could I?' you raise your arms beside you, jesting, 'you're taking all the stupid with you.'

He rolls his eyes under the helmet, resuming his pace to the hangar and shaking off the remnants of his laugh at your quip.

-

You've managed to find a vantage point, a small cliff that is close enough to the General but enables you a clear view of the skies.

The mission seems to be going rather smoothly, the ships haven't sustained too much damage, and you're quite at peace with watching the troops successfully maintain their stances.

That is, until your earpiece comes to life.

'Enjoying the view?', you hear Warthog through the comms, just in time to see his starfighter come into the view from over your head. You can hear the smirk in his voice.

'Shouldn't you be focused on flying?,' you raise your brow in his direction, watching as he effortlessly shoots down some seperatist fighters in his vicinity. It gives you chills.

He grunts, a sign of his preoccupancy, but he manages to respond anyways, 'You worried about me?,' he taunts.

You don't answer his question, continuing to watch him from afar.

'Just don't crash this time,' you tell him, it's a demand, but it sounds more playful than you had intended, almost a challenge.

He scoffs, 'Me? never.'

You roll your eyes before diverting your attention back to the other fighters. You watch Koon in awe as he leads his men through the sky, weaving through blaster shots and smoke, with very well calculated near-misses. It must be the force, you think.

The flight channel on your comm goes off, and you hear Koon's distressed voice.

'Warthog, eject yourself!' he yells, and you catch sight of the ship spiralling in your direction. It's not headed towards you exactly, but it seems to be falling towards the ground not too far behind you as you assess its trajectory in the sky.

Your hand flies up to your earpiece, 'Warthog!', you yell at him.

He grits his response, 'No, I can land this!' It's hard to hear him with the way the ship sounds like it's pulling itself apart.

'Warthog, eject! That is an order!'

The ship flies over your head, causing a gust of wind enough to knock you off your feet. You hear the loud crash of the vehicle some hundred metres away from you, and when the dust clears, you can see the debris of the ship aflame on the ground. You scramble to your feet, pushing through the uneven land to get to the crash site.

'Warthog!,' you yell for him, without response. You attempt to climb the vehicle to get to the window, but it's too high without a ladder, and too dangerous with the fire.

You freeze when you hear footsteps behind you.

'Looking for me?' he taunts, and any concern you had for him is replaced by anger.

You turn to face him, your voice stoic, 'Take off your helmet.'

'What?' he laughs.

'Take it off,' you pause, pursing your lips, 'Or I will.'

Oh he's definitely listening to you now.

His hands go up in a mock surrender before lifting the helmet off his head. He's having too much fun.

You quickly stride towards him, pulling his face to yours the instant he's in reach. You kiss him, and he doesn't hesitate to return the action, dropping his helmet and letting it roll away from his feet.

Your lips press forcefully against his, and he pushes back just as hard, a hand going up to hold your head in place.

The kiss is short-lived. He pulls himself away, still out of breath from his close-call, having ejected himself out of the ship at the last second, but he's intent on kissing you again when you smile warmly at him.

So...you can't exactly blame him for being shocked when the palm of your hand slaps him across the face.

'OW!' he exclaims, lifting his hand to feel the tender flesh.

'You idiot!' you scream, 'What were you thinking? Why didn't you eject earlier?!'

He chuckles when you cross your arms and dramatically look away from him. He steps closer to you, 'I was trying not to crash.'

'You think this is funny?' you pose, but you should know better than to expect a serious answer from Warthog.

'A little bit,' he smiles at you, earning a roll of your eyes.

You look at the ground in front of you, feet awkwardly kicking some rocks, 'I didn't mean you risk your life, dumbass,' you argue, looking back to him on the last word.

He grins, opening his arms out, 'I won't do it again if you give me another kiss,' he suggests, wiggling his brows. You have to bite your lip to stop yourself from smiling stupidly at him.

You almost want to tell him to put the bucket back on. Almost.

'Whatever,' you wave at him, feigning annoyance. But as you close the remaining distance between you, he knows otherwise.

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[kriffingunlucky]

Hey! Hope you’re doing well! Idk about anybody else but I could die for some hcs about the Wolfpack boys with an s/o; none of them but Wolffe really get any appreciation

You are so completely right, absolutely, and I am weak for all of the pack because I love them all so freaking much. I’m just gonna throw some random headcanons because holy crap they’re fun- Some of them are,, (looks around) questionable to read around others. But it’s nothing huge or descriptive!

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Wolffe:

- He is obviously a big grump

- Eye rolls and sarcastic remarks

- But you’re his exception and sunshine

- Not that he’ll ever tell

- He’s always stressed out because he’s mama wolf

- Once again something he won’t say

- He treasures you like you’re a diamond

- A precious artifact to him that he could break if he was too harsh

- He’s more of a small physically affectionate person

- So hand holding and nudges are his way of saying ‘I love you’

- People would think he doesn’t like cuddles

- He’s actually a teddy bear sorry not sorry

- He is like a koala and will latch onto you and not let go

- He is large and warm, very strong and thick, so he’s a heater

- Not ever admitting to it, he savors skin on skin

- You both don’t even have to do the dirty to strip down and lay bare

- One of his favorite things are your kisses

- How you litter them from his face, down his neck, and to his chest

- Lower when you’re feeling mischievous ;)

- People would also think that the sexy commander would keep that persona throughout everything, but really, he turns into a stray puppy when you’re alone

- When you’re apart for a long time he will enjoy himself when loving you

- But he doesn’t always revolve around sex

- When you both go at it it’s loving and passionate

- In all honesty though, he just enjoys you

Sinker:

- He is usually pretty negative

- But he smiles more when you’re around

- That’s how his brothers found out about his feelings towards you

- He couldn’t help that true smile that came when you were there

- Liking to kiss the top of your head and nose

- But not favoring doing it in public

- He will shower you with love and kisses behind closed doors

- He constantly reminds you that you’re beautiful and that he cares for you

- Picking up poetry you are blessed with notes from him

- Especially when he has to leave

- Both of you don’t do much with large groups when you are allowed the chance to be alone together

- Boost always teases his brother about this but he means well

- He will shove his other brothers out of the room, shoo them away, yell about giving you love birds some space

- He’s just happy for his brother

- You both will sit and watch holovids together

- Sprawled across each other, a tangled mess, really

- Snacks provided by dad Plo

- He doesn’t get jealous easily

- Already knowing he has your heart

- And he plans on taking care of it by keeping your trust

- He has a hard time expressing his emotions sometimes

- But you’re here to hug his sadness away and keep him with you

Boost:

- Kiss kiss fall in love

- Legit you’re both always ontop of each other

- A very healthy loving relationship

- He is always flirting like he doesn’t already have your heart

- Makes you blush 24/7

- Suggestive winks and looks

- He just admires how beautiful your body is

- No matter who you’re in front of he’ll kiss you

- Both like to go to 79′s and dance

- You’re also both bad at it

- But that won’t stop you!!

- After a couple drinks he’s wasted, and you just don’t drink

- You drag him back, him slurring about how he’s gonna slap a ring on that wonderful hand of yours once he grows a pair

- That makes you smile

- You take care of him and cuddle the hell out of the sleepy boy

- The hangover isn’t fun but hey,

- Through the good times and bad, right?

- He is always taking you places and showing you the best spots for stargazing

- As dirty minded and suggestive he is, he is rather shy when you’re getting started, but once he’s sure you’re comfortable he rocks your world

- Shows you off always

- “Hey, bro. My girlfriend is gorgeous, huh?” “Yeah, totally-” “TOO BAD SHE’S MINE.”

- Gets jealous easyyyy

- Never because of the pack though, he knows they’d never take you

- But anyone else can eat shit because you’re his

- You think it’s cute, which isn’t what he was going for, but he’ll take it

- You like raking your fingers through his odd hairstyle

- He’s jelly for that

- Accepting any kind of attention you give him and whining when you stop

- He is entranced by you and you alone

Comet:

- He loves you

- How you smile, laugh, talk, breathe

- Everything

- He always has, always will

- The moment he saw you he fell in love, he couldn’t deny it

- He didn’t have the guts to flirt with you but he would treat you like a princess

- Holding doors, helping out with your work, getting you snacks and checking up on you continuously. Making sure you ate and slept

- He finally kissed you and sealed the deal

- He enjoys solid quiet moments with you

- 10/10 most romantic out of everyone

- Not afraid to turn puppy dog eyes on for cuddles

- Comet loves to buy you trinkets he sees on missions

- Collects flowers too

- Takes you on walks and picnics

- You do go out on dates often

- It’s no secret that you two are together

- You are called the power couple

- Boost’s otp

- Will pull you into an improve dancing session

- To whatever music, doesn’t matter, he’s just gonna groove

- You love watching him dance cause he’s actually good at it

- Twirls and dips you

- Lots of kisses and laughter

- It’s a sweet, happy, adventurous relationship

- You both enjoy hanging out like best friends would

- Because that’s what you are!

- Best friends and lovers :)

Warthog:

- Give this man some food please

- He adores your cooking

- The moment he saw you cooking and heard you singing while doing so

- He was smitten

- Began helping you in the kitchen and learning to cook

- You had a couple accidents,,

- But he’s trying very hard and it’s honestly so sweet

- He’s adorable because he’s so messy

- Bought the both of you matching aperons!!

- They’re both pink,,

- He likes cuddles and hair touches

- He’s a huge teddy bear so you are blessed to be with this squishy man

- He will massage you until you feel like puddy

- Loves to call you sweet nicknames

- Came up with so many but “boo bear” is his favorite

- You call him “papa bear” in return

- His face flushes easily when it comes to complements

- He likes to sing

- Loves to sing soft songs to you

- Will sit and listen to you talk about what makes you happy

- Honestly he just likes seeing you smile so widely

- He will also watch your favorite shows with you

- Usually falls asleep though

- So he’s just your big pillow

- Although he’s not always that innocent bean,,

- 75% of the time he is

- Claiming one of his hobbies are loving you

- He’s a hopeless romantic