Commander Wolffe - Blog Posts

Hurts right in the feels😭

idk if you’re taking requests, but if you are, can i request another padawan reader with wolffe or fox? love all that you write!!

I love writing for Wolffe so much!

“Endure”

Summary: Ever wonder what happened to Wolffe and the pack after the tragedy of killing their Jedi? Me too, but what if there was a padawan along for the ride

Pairing: Wolffe x GN padawan Reader (Platonic)

Warning: Major character death, mentions and descriptions of injury and blood, butt load of angst no happy ending yet

Word count: 1475 being proof read

Notes: I couldn’t stop thinking about these boys all day and since Wolffe didn’t show up in the bad batch I’ve been wondering- how cool would it be if their was a show like the bad batch but with Wolffe and a padawan? Welcome to the first episode

“Wouldn’t want you falling behind now Wolfy” The commander heard the taunting voice of his padawan through the comm devices. Wolffe couldn’t help but roll his eyes that the quips you were throwing at him.

“I should be the one worrying about you keeping up.” He growled back through the comms. Wolffe watched as you and a few members of the Wolffe packed speed ahead of him and the general soaring through the air.

Coming next to him now Wolffe glance to the side of his ship to catch the head shake of Master Plo

“My dear commander what will we ever do with them?” Master Plo voice rang through Wolffe ship.

“Your the one that wanted a padawan, I unfortunately got stuck with the others.” Despite his words Wolffe couldn’t control the small smirk that played on his face as he watched his pack turn all fall back into the formation they were supposed to be flying in.

“My young padawan,” master Plo caught your attention as your ship neared both of theirs. “Since you are so eager to fly why don’t you go up ahead and scout for us.”

“On it master.” The cheeriness in your voice was hard to pass up as you flashed a quick smile at Wolffe as you zipped past him.

Another eye roll and soon Wolffe good eye would go bad- maybe he did roll it a little to hard this time, a small echo of a throb hurt the side of his head.

Wolffe hands griped the wheel harder this time and if on instinct before it even registered in his mind Wolffe was opening the message of the flashing comm device.

“Commander Wolffe, Execute order 66.”

Fear struck Wolffe first as the words bounced around in his head, did he even know what that meant? As quick as a light went out Wolffe forgot his worry and as if he was controlling himself from the passenger seat he pulled his ship back.

He didn’t need to look to see if his pack had done the same, working together for so long he knew they would follow him blindly.

Nothing in Wolffe’s mind expressed any doubt for what he was about to do next, all he knew was that he was the one to pull the trigger.

A scream echoed through the comm channel, but as quickly as it started it was gone. His sharp eye tracked the burning heap of a ship until it crashed into the ground bellow.

Did he regret it? Something in his mind whispered to him that he just shot down his general, one of his closet friends, his buir. A louder more dominant voice in his mind repeated over and over- kill the treasonous Jedi.

“Find and kill the padawan.” Wolffe snapped to his brothers as they all made their way to where they saw you disappear. Wolffe would find you, he had too.

Something wasn’t right- you happily flew out into the horizon. The thought of the war finally being over plagued your mind and you couldn’t help but think about what it’d be like when everything went back to normal.

No good things can last forever. A searing pain seemed like a title wave in your head, you wobbled for a moment trying to straighten out the ship.

Noise erupted throughout the force in an instant and only got louder and louder. Every word yelled seemed to blend and swirl together- all except one voice you knew too well.

“Master?” You spoke aloud seeing if you could reach him but static filled the air. A lump formed at the pit of your stomach and your vision wavered again. The force didn’t feel as it normally should, it was darker now.

“Wolffe what’s going on?” You tried the only other person who you knew could help you.

You looked over your shoulder as you were about to turn around and head back to see exactly what was going on when your eyes landed on the packs ships that were inbound.

A sigh reached your trembling lips as they grew closer and closer to your ever slowing ship- they would know what to do, especially if your master somehow…

Something made your spine itch as you watched your pack close in nearly reaching your position, no these weren’t the boys you knew. A darker aurora bleed into the once homey feeling of the 104th, it made you sick.

Without second thought you raced over the landscape followed closely in tow by Wolffe and his boys. The first shot fired upon you confirmed your ever growing fear. They were trying to attack you.

Blaster bolts upon blaster bolts rained against your ship, in an instant with a last ditch effort serve the wings engine was hit and the ground was coming at you a lot quicker than you wished.

Would you die knowing that your own men, your brothers killed you in cold blood- something had to be wrong with them, they would choose to do this.

Or would they?

The fighter hit the ground with a bang jolting you in your seat, pieces broke apart as the ship began the skid to a stop barely even recognizable as a ship anymore.

With one more attempt to open your eyes you watched as a piece of metal and rumbled fell along the glass window of the fighter. It cracked like a bolt of lightning across the sky, but the sight didn’t register in your mind as your head throbbed with pain and the sweet relief of unconsciousness took you in its hold

“Fighter shot down sir.” The deadpan voice of Sinker spoke to Wolffe. He watched the ship hit the ground, the wad of smoke was a good sign that there would be no survivors but Wolffe wasn’t a fool.

“I want to see the bodies, or we can assume the jetti survived understand?” His tone was harsh as he circled high above where your ship dropped only minutes ago.

As half of his squad went back to the first wreckage Wolffe and the rest started there descent to the world below.

Smoke filled the air and Wolffe had to stifle a cough under his helmet, his hands wouldn’t give up as he dug through the rubble.

“Sir over here.” Someone yelled for Wolffe as he quickly made his way over.

“That doesn’t look like a body to me trooper.” Wolffe spoke with such venom in his voice the shiny took a step backwards.

“Well sir we found this buried under this pile here,” The soldier paused for a moment handing Wolffe a arm brace, and what seemed to be half of a chest plate and shoulder guard. The symbol of the Jedi order haunted his vision. “The rock and metal is too heavy for us to lift on our own, and the fire makes it difficult.”

Wolffe knew what they were saying, stop their search and wait further instructions elsewhere- the maker knew he wanted to get out of this place quickly.

With a sigh and an eye roll Wolffe brought the armor down to him side before speaking lowly. “Take the men and head back to bass, see if the others can confirm their kill and wait there.”

“Your not coming commander?” Another voice asked.

“I want to make sure our work is finished.” Wolffe turned him back quickly on his men, maybe he should continue his search where the remains of a Jedi were strewn about but something else called to him.

The noise of ships taking off yet again filled his senses and only when they were gone did Wolffe start his dig once again.

His hand nearly went through a layer of broken glass as he pulled away. More smoke seemed to pour out of this hole when he turned his light on on the side of his helmet.

Wolffe scanned the shadowed room, a siren that wasn’t silenced in the crash kept blaring as Wolffe stuck his head inside.

That’s when the commander caught sight of a figure laying unnaturally towards the bottom of the broken ship. He recognized you immediately.

What part of him wanted to cry out when he saw you? Was it the old Wolffe, commander of the Wolffepack, or was it the quieted version of Wolffe he still has yet to understand.

Wolffe Face got closer and close taking in the sight- did he really do this, he was just following orders.

Good soldiers follow orders.

The slightest movement caught his well trained eyes, the up and down of your stomach was faint and Wolffe almost didn’t believe what he was seeing. You were still breathing.

You were still alive.

A hum of sorts took over in Wolffe brains as it had done before.

Within a blink Wolffe pulled out his blaster.

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Clone Wars AU: what if’s, featuring “what if everyone lived and outmaneuvered Order 66 and Cody and Rex became, like, space cowboys, among other things”

Clone wars

“We’re meant to be expendable…”

“Not to me!”

I made two more, and probably gonna make more once I’m done with all commissions (and once uni is finally over lol)

Cody and Obi-Wan

Rex and Anakin

Commission for @lindsaygallof

Do you think Luke noticed that there was at least 20 identical men in the rebellion or do you think someone had to point it out to him

The Commanders

*At 79’s for the first time*

Cody: Where’s Wolffe

Bly: Haha...um...

Wolffe, drunk as hell: BARK BARK BITCH

Clone lovers! Help me settle a bet with my mom

Sorry it wouldn’t let me add more options but comment if you’re favorite’s not on here, settling the most loved clone once and for all! (And settling an argument)

Executive Cucumber's thoughts on the Bad Batch: Season 3x06 and 3x07 (I'm pretty sure I'm formatting this differently every time. Oh well)

Okay, there's a subject I'm going to have to postpone until the end of the post because I want all my thoughts on that to be together: the main operative clone. And the rest might be slightly out of order. I'm also doing this before I see anyone else's thoughts, just so we get the pure version.

Let's go!

I honestly thought that Senator Singh and Riyo were dead meat. But no, they're fine because REX IS COOLER THAN ANYONE. Ugh that man. Freaking throwing the grenade back at him.

Clones are beautiful. That is all.

THAT'S THAT ONE PLACE FROM THE OG CLONE WARS MOVIE!!! TETH!!!

Howzer I love you but if you touch Crosshair we will be having words.

I am actually really proud of Crosshair and his restraint this episode. He could have been really cutting to Howzer.

OMEGA WITH THE TOOTHPIIIIICKS and Hunter is jealouuuus

EDIT: ECHO AND THE CROSSBOW HE'S SO SWEET

WHAT DID THEY DO TO YOU CROSSHAIR

It's really nice to see normal clones being normal again. (Too bad it doesn't last)

There's something up with Omega. I'm not going to lie, I think that she and Rex are going to plan to get her captured in order to track her back to Tantiss.

HOWZER STOP DISTRUSTING CROSSHAIR THIS MOMENT

I appreciate that Hunter doesn't seem to distrust Crosshair during this point.

...they really shouldn't have brought that operative back.

Rex is considering stealing Omega, I swear. I love that he gets down to her level.

WOOOOOOOOOOOLFFE (Plo would be so disappointed in you)

It's...odd to see these normal troopers with him.

It's also strange that he cannot comprehend that the clones could be traitors at first.

STOP DYING YOU BEAUTIFUL REGS

'She only bites half the time' I'm pretty sure Omega is lying here but I don't care.

CROSSHAIR IS SUCH A WORRIED DAD HOLY CRAP. 'Oh, I'm much worse' I LOVE YOU

And this just gives such a little insight into how the Batch was when they were together. I have a feeling that Crosshair was a fusser and a nagger.

And I love how Howzer's natural and correct conclusion is: 'no one evil could love that child.' (Unless you're Nala Se)

Hey, actual candor from Crosshair. I keep saying this is who he always was under it all, but I do think he's healed somewhat, at least towards regs. The healing power of Omega.

'Too bad' I LOVE THIS MAN

STOP DYING REGS

Rex talking down Wolffe reminded me so much of him trying to talk Jesse down. So ow.

Okay, what ROCK have they shoved Wolffe under for the last YEAR??? YES THE EMPIRE WOULD GET RID OF THE CLONES YOU DOG BRAINED IDIOT

(Plo would be proud that you let them go)

...they just killed all of Rex's clones, except Howzer and Gregor. And I have a bad feeling about Howzer. STOP TAKING THINGS FROM REX HASN'T HE LOST ENOUGH???

Okay here we are, at the big topic. Hold onto your pants.

That operative clone. Is. Tech. Because if he is not, they are purposefully using the narrative to deceive us.

I might miss a few things, but that's because I'm up past my bedtime and I've been up too late the last few days.

1. The falling and water parallels. This clone falls a LOT during this episode and dives into a lot of water. He even falls into mist. This time it's to kill and capture his siblings instead of save them.

2. The injury. This clone is hobbling around a lot after his injury, which was immediately reminiscent of Tech's broken leg at the beginning of season 2. Both of them are forcing themselves past their limit to achieve a mission. Specifically with injured legs.

3. General attitude and demeanor. In combination with the stealth and injury, this clone has a more hunched posture. His speech patterns are more formal, though we haven't really heard a lot of other clone operatives talk with their helmets on. But he's also apparently allergic to orders. I first thought that he'd be out of the chain of command, but they would have told Wolffe that he wasn't in charge of the operative if that were the case. Or the operative would have straight up told him 'I don't take orders from you' instead of staring awkwardly at him. Instead he runs off and does his own thing. While injured. Not to mention the buttons on his gauntlet. The other clone operatives don't have those.

4. The cybernetic legs. Now we don't know for sure if Tech would have cybernetic legs, but it seems likely for a severely injured trooper. And when Crosshair is looking at the heat signature, you can see that his legs are blue instead of yellow or red. No heat. Not organic.

5. What he says to Crosshair. 'You could have been one of us.' 'You chose the wrong side.' Yes, he's talking about Crosshair resisting the re-education. But flip it on its head real quick. 'You could have been one of us. One of the Bad Batch.' 'You chose the wrong side. The Empire.' Those lines very easily have double meanings.

6. An interesting one is when he starts moving rocks after the explosion. Why would he do that? Why not immediately go find another way in? He's moving only the smaller rocks. There's a large one in the way that he couldn't move himself. And he doesn't get the rest of the troopers to come move it when they arrive. He almost seems confused.

Like he's somewhere else after an explosion, having to move rocks. Like in the Crossing.

I know that this hardly seem like iron clad evidence. But in the language of story telling, it's practically screaming in our faces.

And I'm so glad he's back. I missed him. He won't be himself for a while, but I legitimately believe we'll get one last fight with the Batch all together. Because brain washing is a heck of a lot easier to fix than being dead.

My sister is doing the good work and creating a tik token about it, and I'll probably share it here when she's finished.

(We're getting the episode 'Identity Crisis ON MY BIRTHDAY and so help me if that's about Tech)

Honestly I thought I'd be more excited, but I spent the entire two episodes forcing myself into not having expectations and also I might be in shock.

Hi yes I'd just like to say that the clones have 100% sang this song before with each other

(111) The Greatest Showman Cast - This Is Me (Official Lyric Video) - YouTube

and that's the tea

Star Wars: Revelations Wolffe x Roso

TCW FanFic: Wolffe x Roso 

(Rosomak in full, meaning Wolverine in Polish)

Norslyr Language translations

Neuk/Neuken means fuck in Dutch

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

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

4.1K Words

Star Wars: Revelations: Wolffe x Roso

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

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

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

How cruel.

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

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

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

So breathy, needy, all for him.  

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

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

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

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

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

How fitting.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She needs more.  

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Her tight grip around his throat or her pulsing pussy.

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

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

It is truly divine.  

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

As he cums, Wolffe howls.  

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

His seed spills from her pot.  

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

But the sight of this…what it signifies…

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I look forward to it, Roso.”

So um me and my friend were playing a roblox drawing game because we were bored lastnight andd

The theme/prompt thingy was ‘Wolfpack’ and i instantly thought of the Wolfpack obvs!!!

So I drew a 104th trooper and Plo, and wrote ‘Plo’s bros’ and my friend was not impressed (they also accidentally made it gay by putting a heart between the trooper and Plo but i forgive them cause they know nothing abt Star Wars)

They said the green thing at the bottom was meant to be Grogu. I don’t even know.

Also don’t judge us for playing roblox it was very late and we were very bored

I got bored so I did this thing with different peirings that I like or dislike.

Oh yeah, I don't really like CodyWan because I see them more as battle buddies and friends than lovers + I've disliked Anakin and Padme's relationship since I was a kid for some reason because I don't think they're right for each other

My favorite meanie

Just a little meme I made a while back

Thanks to the amazing encouragement of, and inspiration from @moonlightwarriorqueen I present my first fanfic in clone wars fandom. This is a Pride and Prejudice inspired Wolffe x Reader fluffy romp, with added appearances from my favourite Marshall Commander Fox, the Wolf Pack, Plo Koon and as many characters as I can shoehorn in appropriately lol.

P.S. If you haven’t read the amazingly gorgeous work of @moonlightwarriorqueen please can I suggest you do so forthwith. Their work is like a warm hug on a frosty day.

A truth acknowledged universally (part 1)

Wolffe x fem!Reader

Rating G

Trigger warnings: anti clone/adoptee discrimination in future chapters, discussions of money and food insecurity.

Wolffe scowled as the party reeled around him. The patch covering his eye itched something fierce, as the musket wound was still healing beneath it. .He had been dragged from his enforced solitude by the rambunctious pleas of his younger brothers, affectionately dubbed the “Wolf Pack” by those who had the misfortune to know them at their most exuberant.

To his left his father, Plo, dozed lightly despite the loud music played aggressively on the pianoforte which guided the dancers around the room. Wolffe moved gracefully to ensure that the blanket upon his father’s lap didn’t slip away under the weight of the abandoned book within his lap. His father had spent too long this afternoon expending his energy and had refused Wolffe’s gruff requests to rest. Despite being ostensibly retired, Doctor Koon spent many hours teaching the younger children in the village to read, saving their parents the schooling fees, so that they may more easily feed their families with the money saved. Wolffe could not be cross with his father, but he was concerned with the personal toll the unrelenting kindness took on his father as he entered his twilight years.

With a bone weary exhale, Wolffe watched as his younger brothers, Sinker and Boost, spun their latest objects of affection around the ballroom, both of them possessed with a giddiness and breathless joy he himself had not been party to in years. Wolffe didn’t begrudge them that joy, far from it, he wished he could bottle and preserve it for all his brothers so that they would never be without, but as the eldest sibling, the responsibility for his family's fortunes weighed heavily. The burden had become harder to shoulder since his injury at the hands of a French assassin had forced him home to recuperate. Wolffe could only afford a few more weeks before returning to the front line would be necessary for all of his family to remain solvent. Internally, Wolffe began to calculate the amount of time he had to remain before it would be deemed socially acceptable to leave.

With a crunch of strained wood, the ballroom doors swung open with an unbecoming lack of decorum. Wolffe’s gaze snapped to the entryway, assuming his other brothers, Comet and Wildfire, the irrepressible twins, had either escaped or joined the party without permission. Instead, he was surprised to see new faces. Arrivals were hard to keep under wraps in a village this small. Everyone knew each other's business faster than the carrier pigeons could arrive.

Wolffe studied the group who had interrupted the festivities. A bearded gentleman in naval uniform maybe a decade older than Wolffe led the way, his natural leadership and presence evident in his stride. He was flanked by a sandy haired young man with intense eyes, clad in a junior officers uniform, who was escorting a younger girl, whose dazzling blue eyes and scandalously matching coloured hair suggested trouble.

With a short whisper to the host, they were announced as First Sea Lord Benjamin Kenobi, and his young charges Officer Anakin and Ahsoka Kenobi. Behind them both, trying her best to blend into the wallpaper, was a young woman, unannounced and unnamed, she followed the trio indoors, eyes cast downwards.

Wolffe watched as the Lord and his family worked the room, intriguing all around them. There was an unseemly amount of fawning over the new arrivals which caused more than one exasperated eye roll from Wolffe as both Sinker and Boost, abandoning their dates for the evening, fell over themselves to pester Lord Benjamin for tales of maritime warfare and adventure.

Beside him, Doctor Koon stirred, awoken by the change in background ambience. He looked to Wolffe for support as he tried to rise to his feet, which his son provided dutifully and automatically without glancing downwards. Rubbing the unexpected sleep from his eyes, he felt his joints ache from the position in which he had taken his impromptu nap. No doubt he would be subject to a light scolding from his eldest son, who worried for everyone but himself. Plo looked to see what had taken Wolffe’s attention.

Wolffe seemed enraptured by a young lady who had entered behind the newcomers. Whilst they held court, this lady had sought out the serving staff and it looked as though she had asked, to their bafflement, to be put to work.

Plo supposed that this ask for employment was a diversionary tactic to avoid participation in the pantomime currently underway from her companions. Whilst Lord Ben and his young family enjoyed every moment of attention, this girl was determined to avoid it, and when her offer of assistance was politely declined, she took herself to the chairs at the furthest, and most empty corner of the room. She looked for all the world as though she wished to blend into the wallpaper. Dr Koon was surprised she hadn’t acknowledged Wolffe’s stern and probing gaze so far, but what was even more unexpected was the small jolt which travelled through his son as she did finally return his stare.

Icy blue gray eyes met the Wolffe’s remaining amber eye and a silent conversation took place.

Koon knowingly chuckled as he patted Wolffe’s arm, drawing his attention downwards, to support more of his weight. However, the brandy he had had after dinner sought to rush to his head and he swayed heavily, his heart fluttering too fast and too unevenly. As his vision narrowed, and the familiar blackness of unconsciousness encroached, all Koon could think was how much this would further worry Wolffe. He hoped the arms of oblivion would let him return. He had much to do.

I HAVE A MIGHTY NEED TO BAKE FOR THE WOLFPACK NO ACTUALLY THE ENTIRE GAR.

@moonlightwarriorqueen what do you meannn they don’t get cookies??? My inner grandma WILL NOT STAND FOR THIS.

(Academically I know they’d only have rations but the boys deserve all the sweet things forever)

I know you warned us about the levels of cute in this but I’m biting the bars of my enclosure because of the adorable-but I love them so much and soft!Wolffe is the literal icing on the cake.

Okay so, confession time!

This was originally a fic for Wolffe (with a different title) but Comet fucking took over by storm like the monsters inc swat 💀 so I wrote it all...but then it was weird cuz there's all this Comet in Wolffe's fic 😅 So I split them, gave Comet's a new title and BAM! Here we are.

Fingers crossed I can fix the Wolffe parts into what was supposed to be his fic 🤣

Warnings: cuteness overload. Wolffe being playful with his bby bro...? Comet stealing your fucking heart cuz he's a cutie patootie

Comet and Cookies

Comet x Reader

Life was simple, albeit a little boring, nothing extraordinary came your way.  Every day, week, month and year came and went like the last - sure there were a few small differences. Friendships that came and went, hobbies that flitted by...but ultimately...life was just a set of actions and events set on repeat.

But then war came.

Suddenly everyone and their grandmother were speaking about the battles, the carnage and of hatred. Hate for the other side...and hate for the soliders that were part of the now established army of the republic. It was jarring at first, but your life wasn't much disrupted...until one night.

You were closing up from a day of work, shop void of customers, the bewing stations and ovens no longer thumming loudly...it was then that you ran into something most jedi now saw everyday.

A clone trooper.

He seemed a little frazzled, as he waved at you enthusiastically from the glass door, though it was hard to tell with his helmut on.

Strangely, you had no unease or fear...so you made your way to the locked door and opened it a crack

"...yes...? I'm sorry we're closed" You said politely

"Ah, I'm sorry...I got seperated from my brothers..." the clone laughed sheepishly "And my comm isnt functioning properly. Could I use the store's? I...need to call them to come get me"

You stared at him for a moment, debating on what to do...but found yourself letting him in - your heart going out to him over the nervous tone vibrating through his helm.

"Thank you so much...!" He breathed a sigh of releif.

The trooper followed you in and right to the communication device the store had, promptly removing his helmut and pressing buttons.

He was young, you noticed, probably relatively new to the war and his armour, while painted, seemed absolutely flawless. It's design was an intricate sweeping of lines, something you'd seen in pinstriping artist's work.

"-I'm at...one second," he leaned his head away from the device and whispered to you "Where am i?"

With a soft smile, at his confused boyish attitude, you walked over to say loud enough for the clone across the line could hear.

"Mid levels, the place is called 'Caf and cookies'. We're up the street from that seedy old theatre" you then leaned a bit more into his space to make sure his brother heard your directions as you gave him the formal address

"Alright, Comet. Stay put, I'll come get you" Came the exhausted sounding reply

"Yes, sir"

Just as the call was ending, you could hear another clone in the background

"Did our Vod'ika finally answer?!"

The two of you stepped away from the comm. As you did, you turned to the trooper, Comet, before you

"So...new on this planet...?"

"Unfortunately...my brothers thought it was a good idea to go to 79s to celebrate...and I may have tripped and fell...a few levels... into the back of a speeder" Comet mumbled embaressed "This place is very different than Kamino"

You only smiled and gestured him to a stool as you continued to clean up, then offered him a drink and one of the handful of cookies left over

"Sorry they're not fresh, but they are from today" you called as you yanked a mop from the cupboard

"We don't ever get cookies, so...as far as I'm concerned, this is the best they'll ever be" He beamed excitedly

You laughed softly, though saddened by his remark, and made your way back over to the mop

"Wait, wait! Let me do it!" Comet jumped up, cookie crumbs on his lips

"Oh...uh...it's alright, I can do this" You said softly with a touch of surprise from his eagerness

"No way! You've helped me so much already, its my turn to help you back!" he pleaded with glittering eyes

Who were you to refuse?

"Alright, so we just dunk this end into the bucket-"

When Wolffe arrived at your establishment he wasn't quite sure what to do at first.

You were sitting on a stool, knees pulled up tight as you balanced carefully, while you laughed and spoke to his baby brother. He only intended to knock, wait for Comet to run over then yell a 'thank you' to you before dragging the young man away. But now, as he stood watching the two of you, he felt unable to pry you two apart. He'd been worried about Comet's quiet demeanor since setting foot off the battlefeild. And yet...here he was, watching some random woman getting his little brother to laugh and be playful. You were doing what his entire batallion hadn't been able to.

But soon enough, whatever little spell had kept you and Comet contained to a happy little bubble popped. Having been spotted, Wolffe gave an awkward hand up in acknowledgement before you rushed to let him in

"I'm so sorry...!" you rushed out in an embaressed fluster "I should have been paying attention"

"'ts fine, I was a little distracted watching you two have fun" he mumbled, such a phrase seemingly for your ears only

"Why don't you come in? I'll put together the rest of the cookies and you two can share" You offered, feeling a bit of heat travel to your cheeks.

The commander glanced to Comet, to see a sheepish grin and the trooper setting the mop against the wall carefully, then returned his gaze to you. Wolffe studied you for a moment, taking stock of what he could of you, but relented with a slight nod as he saw only sincere kindness in your gaze

"Perfect, just give me a moment!" You scurried back into the kitchen, leaving the two alone

"So...learning to mop?" Wolffe jabbed with a stern kind of playfulness

"Ah, yes sir...I felt bad...ya know, with her gifting so much assitance and not giving anything in return" Comet stood straight as a needle as he spoke, but Wolffe made note of the colour tinting his brother's cheeks

The commander shook his head then patted his Comet's shoulder

"It was good to see you loosening up, we were all wondering if the battlefield had stomped you out for good"

The two were quiet for a moment. Just existing in the quiet before you came barrelling through the doors with a box done up with a bow

"Are those ours?" Comet gawked

"You...didn't need to do this...really" Wolffe mumbled, watching you make your way to them both

"Nonsense, I can't eat all these myself..." you teased softly

You took Wolffe's gloved hand and settled the small box in his palm

"And...." you glanced at your new buddy "I put the address and comm of the shop, as well as my personal one. Should you get lost..." you then glanced back to the older of the two "and should you lose him again."

"Really, this is too much..."

"Just in case" you smiled, showing them out "I have a feeling this won't be the last time someone shows up here"

And it wasn't.

Perhaps it was the force that dictated that poor Comet get lost again... Perhaps the force decided that afterwards Comet would go out of his way to retreat to you, inevitably bringing his big brother along to collect him again and again. As such, you came to expect your little oddities in your days and nothing brought you more joy then the sound of fabric-covered knuckles rasping against the glass in the same little pattern that only Comet would ever omit.

"Lost again...?" you teased as you stepped back and let the young trooper into the closed shop.

"Actually...not this time" he smiled, bucket under his arm as he nervously ran his hand back and forth over his scalp

You eyed him curiously, but waited for him to continue at his own place

"Was wonderin'...maybe...this time..." he mumbled with pink dusting his cheeks "Maybe instead of you finding me...I steal you...?"

You felt your lips twich and scrawl open as you couldnt help beaming at his sweet words

"Are you...asking me on a date...?" you taunted playfully

"No..." he glanced away, but his gaze only left you for a moment or two "I'm asking if i can steal you...for the night"

You let him squirm in place for a few moments before you ultimately gave in and let out a giggle.

Nodding, you turned around and ran back into your shop. You threw the mop haphazardly into the closet then all but slammed your hand down on the light switches before you rushed back to the door with your sweater in hand.

Comet chuckled at your actions but otherwise just watched you with a lovestruck look on his face and dopey grin to match it.

"Steal me away" you urged in a coo, holding your arm out for him to snag

Instead, he wrapped his arm around your middle and hugged you tightly

"You sure...?" he whispered softly, lips just brushing your cheek

"Absolutely...I'm all yours" you promised sweetly in return.

Unprepared for the sheer level of excited bliss oozing from him, you squeaked as Comet held you tightly and spun you one, twice, thrice around before setting your feet back on the ground

"Let's go! The night's young...and I can't wait to spend every moment with you!"

It was then that you truly realized...your life would be nothing but happy and sweet from now on.

Star divider by Saradika and can be found here

Reblog divider by dystopicjumpsuit 💜

Clone Wars characters as things I’ve heard people say

Pt.10

“Talking about peoples future working in a bowling alley” - Thire

“Holy you actually filled them in and payed attention,must have been a good day” - Fox

“You passing this course your commanders will be very impressed” - Alpha 17

“Holy crap balls” - Padme

“Mummy and daddy giraffes” - Hardcase

“I having a bad day and I’m going to murderer my” - Wolffe

“I disappreciate you” - Sinker

“Wowo we don’t call people turdnuggets” - Plo Koon

“I want to learn how to make crystal meth” - Jesse

“Rex do you want to know the three times I almost died today?” - Echo

“My knuckles are on crack” - Bly

“My lines are straighter than a gay person” - Ponds

“If I had 9 lives I would utilize one of them to kill myself in front of all of you” - Rex

“When a law bills a sign” - Fives

“It’s not mail man anymore it’s Amazon delivery man” - Anakin

“Don’t question the woman’s choices just help her find the daddy” - Ahsoka

“Honest to god” - Obi-Wan

“I keep thinking their jerseys say cocaine” - Quinlin Vos

“Back in my day we made posters out of cool aid man” - Yoda

“That’s kind of fruity in a straight way” - Cody

“I have it in the back of my head but I can’t get it to the tip of my tongue” - Tup

Clone Wars characters as things I’ve heard people say

Pt. I don’t even know

“Mmmmmmm French fires” - Fox

“Cousint it’s single cousint” - Hardcase

“If Prime ever taught me anything you have to die to win” - Wolffe

“Being trampled by HOREses”-Fives

“Porcupines and the 10 000 dollar vet bill are the scary part” - Cody

“As the old saying goes chaos killed the cat” - Anakin

“Thumbs down would not recommend” - Rex

“When you play UNO you eat Pizza” - Ahsoka

“Hush your an idiot” - Obi Wan

Clone core

yall don’t know how bad i need him

A Different Kind of Clone War (1)

Wolfpack Mayhem

"Wolffe!"

"Yes."

"Sinker took my spare pack of ammo!"

"Well tell him to give it back."

"I did! He's being a- oof!"

Wolffe sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose, finally turning around to face the chaos that was his squad.

Sinker had jumped on top of Comet and Comet now had his arm in a choke hold, trying to pry his fingers off of The pack of extra ammunition. Sinker was trying his damn hardest to hold on to it and reposition himself so Comet didn't snap his arm. Boost ducked to avoid a boot to his head and Warthog laughed.

"Just- give it- back!" Comet grunted, wrestling his older brother onto his back.

"You two are acting like children." Wolffe said. Anyone else would have heard the tone as disapproving, but the pack knew he enjoyed watching them at it and could hear the underlying affection.

"Hah! Haha!" Comet jumped up with the ammo in both hands like a trophy and made for the compartment to Wolffe's right.

It had been a long many weeks and he needed a break from all the stress. Wolffe couldn't help himself.

Faster than thought possible, he lunged at the youngest squad member and Comet toppled over from both Wolffe's weight and the surprise.

Wolffe pinned the kid on his back and straddled his waist, locking his arms to his sides with his knees.

"This is for wrecking my moment of peace." Wolffe growled before scribbling his fingers over Comet's stomach.

Comet SCREAMED. Maybe it was because he'd been taken completely by surprise. He hadn't thought the commander was even capable of pulling such a thing.

Sinker gawked at Wolffe as he tickled the young clone to hysterics. Warthog and Boost glanced at each other.

Comet bucked and writhed under the commander but he wouldn't be moved.

"WOHOHOLFFE!!"

"Yes?"

"STAHAP!"

Wolffe gave a rare grin. "Are you giving the higher ranking officer orders?"

Comet squealed as Wolffe's fingers fluttered over his navel. "No! Nohoho!"

"What in Cerridil is going on in here?"

All five of them looked up to see Commander Cody in the door way. They hadn't heard the door hiss open over Comet's laughter.

"Cody. We been redeployed?" Wolffe started to get up from his hold on Comet on the floor.

"Oh no, carry on.. I didn't mean to ruin your fun." Cody said with a grin, taking in what was happening. "I simply heard a scream."

"Aw man!" Comet groaned, trying to free his arms. "Wolffe!"

Wolffe smirked down at him. "What? Tired out already?"

"Maybe he is a shiny, yet. Just doesn't have the strength." Sinker chuckled.

Wolffe's smirk got even wider and he released Comet. Then he spun and pounced on Sinker, who yelped as he went over backwards.

"And what does that make you?" Wolffe wondered as he started pinching at Sinker's sides. Sinker immediately started giggling trying to grab the commander's wrists.

"Wow, Commander's really in a good mood today." Boost chuckled, grabbing Sinker's arms and prying them up above his head.

"Hey! No- hehehey, wahait!" Sinker squirmed as Wolffe started his assault. "BOOHOHOHOST! YOU TRAHAITOR!"

"Don't worry, I got 'em." Warthog said, burrying his fingers under Boost's arms. As a result, said clone snapped back with a shriek, letting Sinker's arms go.

Cody watched the Wolfpack wreak havoc on each other. Comet had rejoined the fray and payed dearly at Boost and Sinker's hands. Warthog was already in hysterics as Wolffe had lost Sinker and had chosen him instead.

Comet tried to get at Wolffe but got no reaction from the commander and, again, payed dearly for it.

Cody decided it was time Wolffe got a taste of his own medicine. Being from the same batch, Cody knew exactly what to do and understood why Wolffe's men hadn't figured their commander out yet.

Cody crouched behind Wolffe and prepared himself for the consoquences of his actions. Oh, there would be consoquences.

The 212th commander latched onto Wolffe's hips and Wolffe yelped and lost his concentration on Comet completely.

Cody knew how to break his brother's defenses, knew how they worked.

His men didn't know he was ticklish because he could hold out much longer than any of them. That's exactly how it had gone, back when they were cadets. So it took a solid 5 seconds of Wolffe and Cody struggling (mainly Wolffe) before Wolffe made a sound.

The rest of the pack fell still.

Cody grinned as Wolffe's giggling increased in frequency and in volume as he twisted and squirmed, trying to free himself from Cody's grip. Cody just pinched and tickled over his hips more, the grin growing wider on his face. Finally he sat down right there on the floor and pulled Wolffe into his lap, never letting up. At that point, Wolffe was writhing and laughing hysterically, a sound that made the rest of his team smile.

Cody drilled his thumbs into the dips of his hips and Wolffe arched his back and then curled in on himself, pushing himself against Cody's stomach in an attempt to get away from his hands.

With a chuckle, Cody relented and rested his arms on the shoulder in his lap. Wolffe gasped for breath, still giggling.

Yeah, it had been a long many weeks. Cody knew Wolffe was one to constantly stress and was more than happy to have contributed a distraction.

Even if he'd have to watch his own back for a while. Revenge was absolutely going to be taken by the 104th Commander.

Cody chuckled as Wolffe shifted and grumbled about him getting the upper hand but made no moves to remove himself from Cody's lap. This made him grin and run his fingers through his brother's hair, watching him all but melt.

Yeah, the commander was deffinetely in a good mood today.

Too busy to actually write to have a plot instead:

Cody, Wolffe, Ponds, Bly and Rex go to a creepy castle as part of a mission, the data is vague and the source anonymous but their generals agreed to spare them for it and so they went.

Yellow eyes watch from the parapets and a fanged smile forms. It reaches into the Force and leans. The smile widens.

At first they think it’s a waste of time, until the first scream echos down the halls. They can’t determine where it’s from. But they know who it is.

Fox.

They split into smaller groups to search and find Fox first on the security cameras, emaciated and scarred being dragged by a cloaked figure across the uneven stone floor.

They rush to that corridor. He’s not there.

The first time they see him in person he’s across a gap to wide to cross, there’s no direct path. Again, he’s gone when they get there.

This thing is playing with them. It has their brother. And they can hear it talking, along with Fox’s screams they hear it. A voice they can’t pin telling Fox he’s alone, unloved, good for nothing but to serve as a battery and a pet, that nobody’s coming for him if they were they’d have come by now. Nobody cares he’s gone, he might as well give up.

How long has he been here…?

Coruscant has been comm silent for so long.

The first time they see him in person (through a window)and on camera they have to acknowledge the possibility that whatever thing is here, its messing with them. Taking their deepest fears and playing with them while Fox isn’t here at all. But what if he is? They can’t leave him here.

The screams sound so agonised, so real.

They keep searching.

Wolffe alone finds Fox first. Cradles him close as he tries to remove the metal shackles. Fox is barely conscious, barely with it, too thin and too scarred in his arms and the scars are deep, some look like they should have been fatal. Wolffe promises he loves his brother. Wolffe promises he’ll get him away from the Sith, get him somewhere safe.

Fox laughs, “you’ve already failed, I’m not the Sith who has your brother, I’m not the one who made these scars and screams” and Wolffe sees yellow eyes and fangs and darkness rushes in.

Cody, Rex, Ponds and Bly can’t find Wolffe or Fox…

It picks them off, one by one.

In a dungeon below the castle in a cell together they wake, and Fox walks towards them. But not Fox, because it has fangs and leathery wings and yellow eyes.

It taunts them. Fox is in the hands of a real Sith and that knowledge will die here with them.

They disagree.

———

:-D

(In summary: a dark sithly creature lures them in using the real visage of how fox looks under Palpatines ‘care’ and uses his real screams to mess with them. It enjoys suffering and like all Sith feeds off of it and that their fears are reality is even more fun and filling. It plays with them then picks them off while revealing the truth knowing they’ll die knowing they can’t do anything to save Fox.)

Enjoy.

Good for them

clones falling for people taller then them >>>>>>>>

full size comparision and some lore dump under the cut

Uros is Plo Koons former Padawan and left the Jedi Order some time before the clone wars started only to rejoin later on request of her former master.

While standing already tall at 1,95m, the prosthetics given to her after the tradgedy of Touydaria added a few more centimeters in height. Granting her a new height of 2,10m.

While Uros has her own Battilion to lead, she often joins Plo Koon for reinforcements and with that spends quite a lot of time around Wolffe.

Some rumor the Commander caught a crush for the Jedi

It's hard to be your own person when all people see in you is your father and his brothers

I love them all but I’m here for Kix 👀

I miss and love all the clone troopers and here’s some more of my favourites <3

🥹🥹 the two men we need to see spend more time together @hellhound5925