Well, you already know that I’ve got a soft spot for Hardcase, but I also have something for Sinker. I think he is a really interesting character actually. As so, I’ve got many headcanons about him.
1. Even if he’s not the master to roll his eyes over the sky (Wolffe is the Galaxian Champion for that), he’s clearly a grumpy boy, king of the sarcastic lines. His full name is Sinker Sarcasm McGrumpy jr. XD
2. As Rex, Sinker suffered from a strong mutation making all his hair to be white (and not just hair like Rex, but also eyebrows, eyelashes and bodyhair).
3. He had a pretty rough youth. Shaak Ti prevented the Kaminoans to kill him but, as he was a deep failure for them, they tried to eliminate him otherwise by starving him, isolating him from his brothers, and being mean with him (they never attacked him physically but with words all the time). They also succeed to brainwash the clones to make them think that Sinker wasn’t the brother they should connect with.
4. Sinker was bullied by his brothers on Kamino because of his difference. Except from Wolffe and Boost, he was punched, kicked, pushed, insulted, denigrated by his comrades all the time and he had to stay strong and to work hard to be recognized as a legitimate soldier.
5. When Wolffe picked up clones to create the 104th battalion, he chose only the brothers who never went nasty with Sinker.
6. But the bad was already done and Sinker grew up into an asocial clone, mistrusting everybody but Wolffe and Boost and being harsh with all his kinds. He barely tolerates his other brothers, pushing them away when they enter his personal space and not paying attention to their well-being. He is a selfish loner.
7. For a very long time, Plo Koon couldn’t approach him neither. They had to run a mission together during which Sinker almost died in a lava crater for him to begin to trust the Jedi.
8. Even if is know well fed, Sinker still has narrower face features than his brothers because of the food deprivation he suffered when he was young.
NSFW headcanons… :D
a. Sinker is one of the few clones sexually active (Bly and Fox are the other ones).
b. He’s highly sexually active. As the teenager he is, he’s thinking about that all the time, hunting for “preys” when he has the time to.
c. He’s a bad lover. As the selfish guy he is, he only cares for his own pleasure, doing it rough and quick. Every girl is a one-night stand and he barely touches them actually.
d. He’s a bad lover but not an assh*le. A ‘no’ is ‘no’ and he will respect that. He won’t force a girl to have sex with him (never) even if she is the sexiest woman in the galaxy.
e. As he was convinced (because of the Kaminoans) for a very long time he was sterile – and as he doesn’t care much about himself – he never protected himself (don’t do that, kid!). As the lucky bastard he is, he never went sick… but he is the ‘happy’ (and unaware) father of many child.
f. Sinker is the kind of guy who only make girls. :D
g. The number of his daughters is unidentified, but they all shared the same common feature: white hair.
h. … And there is more to come but it will be for another post. :D
This batch of portraits was supposed to help me to upgrade my skill in doing human portait (I always struggle to put the ear at the right place). Well, I’ve got to work on more. ^^;
Fandom(s): Star Wars: The Clone Wars, Star Wars (Prequel Trilogy)
Summery: Ahsoka wanted to see the meteor shower, and unexpected visitor shows up at the docs but he's not an unwelcome one. || AU of an AU— Wolffepack against Child Abuse x MerMay AU
Pairing(s): PloKit, Micah/Plo (Past)
Part 2/3 of the May the 4th fics I have planned. Is this the cursed one? Probably not.
It's also my MerMay bit, though It might not be the only one I do for MerMay, we shall see
Children, Plo Koon knew, were precious. From the moment he had held his baby sister— he had been six years old then— to his career as a teacher, and then as part of the Child Protective Services, to when he held his niece for the first time, to when he first started acting alone outside of the Protective Services…
Yes, children were very precious.
The first children that he had adopted had been when his best friend and first partner had still been alive and with them. They were the same age, though one had been eight when she had been brought into the family, the other seven.
Lissarkh had been the eight-year-old, and had survived in back alleyways, eating scraps from the ground and dumpsters, and had bitten him when he had lifted her up out of the one behind his and Micah’s apartment building. Now she was just older than Wolffe, her hair dyed green and working with Mace to uncover smuggling rings with the Courscant Police.
Or she would be, had she not decided to go back to school. And Plo was fine with covering the costs for both her and her sister.
Bultar Swan had been Plo’s— and Micah’s— very first child. She had been taken in a year before Plo rather unceremoniously found Lissarkh behind their apartment building.
Taken from abusive parents in the city of Kuat, Plo hadn’t the heart to allow the child to enter the Forster System and appealed to Micah then for help.
Ah, but that had been such a long time ago.
Micah had been shot and killed close to fifteen years ago. Bultar and Lissarkh had been twelve, and Lissarkh had only managed to have four years' worth of rather fuzzy memories with him.
Still, in grief and death, he didn’t stop his care of other children. When Bultar and Lissarkh were twelve, he had found Wolffe and his brothers.
And life continued from there.
Plo loved all his children. It was as simple as that.
And as the night continued on, and the embers of the fire began to die, he knew that. Children were precious, and he loved his children.
Plo gazed over the sleeping forms of Boost and Sinker, tangled with Nex and Nox, and Comet. Warthog, Ghost, and Wildfire sprawled in the grass nearby, and Ahsoka wedged between Wolffe and Tracer, with Bultar and Lissarkh nearby and a number of their other brothers and sisters laying in the grass around the once blazing bonfire.
Ahsoka wanted to watch the meteor shower that was due overhead rather soon. Somehow that had translated into inviting as many of the ‘Plo's bros’ from across Coruscant as possible and everyone having a cookout and bonfire in the fields by the docs.
Plo didn’t mind.
It was lively and rather amusing to watch Ahsoka and Maul gang up on Anakin and Obi-Wan. To meet Bultar and Lissarkh’s friends again, to see Sha again— though she didn’t live too far from Dorin, just on the edge of the city and no more than a three-hour ride to her apartment building.
It had been a good evening.
But now the children were all settled down to rest until they woke back up due to the numerous alarms set on various phones.
A splash down at the docks made him perk up a bit, folding his glasses back into their case and setting them on the picnic table. He stood, picking his way through the sleeping bodies and walking down to the docks.
Data and Cable (And Plo would never question the boys on the names they wished to choose for themselves) had a small boat that was docked there for when Data needed silence from the noise of the house, but that wasn’t what had alerted him and that's not what had splashed down there.
It didn’t take long to get there, nor did it require much effort to find the switch that turned on the lone lantern at the end of the dock, and a familiar form was leaning on the planks.
Had the figure been a normal human, Plo might’ve been concerned about why they were on the end of his dock, but they weren’t— he wasn’t.
Not with green skin, large, dark eyes, and tentacle-like tresses instead of hair. No, this one was not human, though he did walk around in a human skin sometimes. He was a Mer, simple as that, though very different in appearance than the mermaids so commonly seen in movies and fiction. Most all of them were.
Nonetheless, Plo chuckled as he walked down the dock towards the figure.
“Hello, Kit,” he greeted, sitting down and crossing his legs upon reaching the end. A grin full of razor-sharp teeth was flashed his way before melting into a quizzical look.
“No glasses tonight?”
He chuckled. “No,” he told the other, “The light isn’t as bright at night, so my eyes aren’t bothered.”
Kit seemed to ponder on it for a moment before accepting it, something Plo assumed he would, considering how he knew a number of other Mer from the depths of the sea who were also sensitive to light.
Kit had been showing up at Dorin’s docks for a few months now, ever since Wolffe had accidentally fished him up, really. And then, of course, Plo had connected the dots a few weeks later and had met Kit Fisto the Mer-Rights activist, Kit’s human guise.
It had been a good few months of friendship, and, later, a rather interesting romantic partnership.
And Plo rather enjoyed the time spent talking with Kit.
“So what brings you by here?” he asked and the green Mer just flicked his tail, a few drops of water splashing onto his cheek where the medical mask wasn’t covering it.
“Heard some noise when I was on my way back from Aayla’s bar and decided to pop in,” Kit hummed loftily, before be paused. “Foul's still missing, by the way, so if you hear anything make sure to pass it on to her so she can get it to us.”
Plo nodded slowly at the mention of the other two— while Aayla herself wasn’t a Mer, nor was Foul, the two were still targets for the Creatures Trade. A faerie and a yeti, far from their homes, and now Foul was missing.
“I will,” he assured the green-skinned Mer, who just grinned again.
“So, why are all of you and yours out this late?” he asked, leaning on his elbows as his tresses curled, flicking drops of water.
Plo hummed, glancing back at his sleeping children. “Ahsoka wanted to watch the Meteor Shower,” he told him simply.
The Mer clicked softly, chuckling before nodding. “Yes, a rather wonderful sight, even for us. If the waters are clear enough out in the open ocean, many of us head to the surface to watch when astronomical events such as this happen.”
“I think humans and non-humans can agree on that at least,” Plo chuckled softly as well, “I studied space in school a long time ago, and once wished to go, but ended up on a different path.”
Kit hummed, tail and tresses flicking as he listened. “You humans are so interesting, thinking about duties you want to do for the future, even if they don’t come to pass.”
“While you Mer live in the moment.”
The said Mer just laughed, head tossed back. “Of course,” he agreed. “Why worry over something that is uncertain, and fret over what is not there yet? The future might not come, so live as you do now and enjoy it. If you look too far to the future, you lose sight of what’s around you.”
Plo couldn’t help but smile under his mask. “Perhaps,” he agreed before the sharp sound of phone alarms going off rang out in the night. Kit made a face, shaking his head as grumbles and groans came from Plo’s children, most still half asleep in the grass.
He glanced back at them, seeing Wolffe shake the sleep from his head before lightly punching Boost and Sinker so they woke up.
Kit whistled to get his attention again and Plo turned back around as the green-skinned Mer pointed upwards. He tilted his head back, smiling again under his mask as Ahsoka let out a whoop behind him. The first of many silver streaks crossed the sky, bright and beautiful and Plo reached over to the lantern, clicking it off without a word.
“Quite a sight, isn’t it?” Kit mused, “It’s been a long time since I’ve seen one at the surface. I was down near Muunilinst last time, all the way across the ocean. It’s rather bleak there, so I’m glad I’m down over here for this one.”
Plo hummed, watching the sky still as he nodded. “It is rather beautiful. I missed the last one. Feral had been extremely ill and the Nightbrothers were staying with us until he got better.”
There was silence for a moment before another splash sounded and Plo let out a slightly disgruntled noise as he was splashed, Kit hauling himself onto the dock.
He turned to gaze at the Mer, raising a brow, and Kit just grinned before leaning forwards. A single, clawed finger hooked on the edge of his mask, pulling it down and before Plo could say anything, Kit closed the distance between them.
It wasn’t a deep kiss, not like the first time Kit had kissed him out of nowhere, but it also wasn’t playful like the quick and teasing pecks the Mer had peppered across his face while he had been slightly tipsy at Aayla’s bar.
It was nice, either way though, as Kit pulled back. “Cute.”
Plo reached up, touching his cheeks before huffing a bit and pulling his mask back up to hide his flush.
“Hush, you,” he huffed again, smacking the Mer on the arm as he laughed. That just made Kit laugh harder, tresses curling and moving in that happy way they did when he was delighted.
Plo rolled his eyes, turning his head back up to the sky as more and more meteors crossed the wide expanse. Behind him, he could hear his children talking, words of awe and wonder drifting down to the docks.
“It really is beautiful,” he murmured as Kit rested his chin on his shoulder, tresses curling and draping across the other one.
“Just like you,” the Mer teased, an equally teasing croon leaving him, and Plo bit back a laugh. The compliment was sincere, but nonetheless.
“I will push you off this dock, Kit.”
And Kit just laughed, wrapping his arms around him as the stars continued on their paths over head.
Dorin is the name that belongs to Plo's farmhouse, Data and Cable show up briefly in some of my other work and Nex and Nox showed up in the previous WPACA installment. Ghost shows up like all the time in my works hagjkfjghd. Anyways, was this the cursed one? That's for you to decide. Happy May the 4th!
Summary: Here, the Reader visits a couple of Clone Troopers after they had surgery to remove their Behavioral Modification Biochips.
Notes: So...this is my first time every writing for any of the Clones??? Whaaat?? Hopefully it went well :)
Walking toward one of the many recovery rooms, you were on a mission of your own. With a small stack of extra plush blankets cradled in your grasp, there was nothing and no one in the galaxy that could stop you.
With one final step, the door swished open. There, you looked about the room and were met with three pairs of heavy eyelids.
“How are my boys doing?” You cooed.
“Like a clanker with a hole in it,” replied Sinker, running a hand through his short light hair.
“Resting?” You tried to interpret, stepping further into the room.
“So we’ll just continue to sit here,” he shrugged, looking absolutely bored.
“We were told to rest,” acknowledged Boost. “We won’t have to stay here that long, right?”
“We will remain here in these beds until we are ordered otherwise,” said Wolffe, his eyes closing briefly as he adjusted his legs beneath the bed-sheet. “What brings you here? Did they send you with our orders?” He asked of you.
“No, I brought these,” you gestured with the pile of blankets.
“Great, they were sent with body bags,” Sinker groaned.
“These are not body bags,” you defended.
Striding quickly over to his bedside, you dropped one of them onto his lap. “Here, from me to you.”
You watched as he unfolded the cloth and smoothed his fingers over the fabric.
“I never knew anything could be this soft,” he awed. “Thank you.”
Seeing his brown eyes sparkle up at you with such gratitude made your heart swell.
“But,” his brows furrowed, “we’re just clones. We—”
“Not to me.”
Leaning down, you wrapped your arms around him and gave his shoulders a gentle squeeze.
Sinker froze and melted at your touch within a single breath. It was then that you heard a stifling little noise.
Releasing your hold on the clone, you gave him a questioning look.
“Don’t look at me. It’s Boost who—”
“Don’t pin this on me—”
“You made the side comment. You want a hug too!”
“To be honest, I think you both do since you’re making such a big deal out of it. But, I mean, if you don’t want one…”
“Wait,” Boost paused, seeing as you made a move toward the door. “I think we’re man enough to be honest about our feelings.”
With a laugh, you went over to Boost and presented him with a blanket of his own with a pairing hug.
“Do you think other citizens will give us hugs and stuff too?” Asked of Sinker as you made your way over to Wolffe.
“Don’t count on it,” said their Commander.
“I think it would depend on the group or person,” you smiled at him.
“Yeah, remember how they hugged the translator droid on Aleen?” Asked of Boost.
Wolffe frowned, his eyes rolling back in disgust, “Don’t remind me.”
“Think of it this way, Wolffe,” you reasoned, handing him the final blanket, “would you rather have a bunch of them hugging you, or just me?”
“I don’t think there’s any debate over that answer.”
“Good,” you smiled, reaching down to hug him.
“Thanks for bringing us extra supplies,” Wolffe said, his voice soft as a smile spread across his lips.
“It’s a gift, and a thank you for all you have done for the Republic.”
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I couldn't not post a fic on May 4th, it's Star Wars day for Makers sake 😝 so have some sexy Commander Wolffe and May the Force be with you!
Word count: 3.3k
Warnings: smut, NSFW, cockwarming, voyeurism, oral (m receiving), spanking, edging, brat taming, orgasm denial, Sinker & Boost get a little action, masturbation, Wolffe is the second best dom in the GAR
Wolffe looked up from his desk and was hit with a wave of emotions as you stood just inside the door: namely frustration, disappointment, and lust. He couldn’t believe the audacity you had to stroll into his office after the stunts you had pulled. To top that off, he had called you to his office an hour ago and you just now showed up. You clearly needed a lesson in manners.
It had started as a bit of revenge. Wolffe hadn’t even kissed you since he got back from his mission, which had been two weeks ago! You teased him by unbuttoning your shirt more than usual and bending over whenever you knew he was watching. You had hung out in the mess until he had shown up before flirting with Sinker, who knew all about your plan. Wolffe had glared daggers into both you and his sergeant to no avail.
The entire day you had teased him and at this point it was just becoming fun to see him pent up and frustrated, knowing sooner or later he would take said frustration out on you. Or at least you hoped he would. He didn’t tolerate much from you, and, as much as you enjoyed it, even you thought you might be pushing the envelope this time. Especially when you had, on impulse, taken your chance and spanked Boost as he was walking by. You had almost hurt your hand smacking the plastoid hard enough that Boost would feel it. The trooper reacted surprised but winked back at you and sent you a look that made your knees weak. That time you hadn’t known Wolffe was watching.
You weren’t sure what finally made Wolffe snap and call you to his office, but when he had, you were actually working and so waited until you had finished your assignment. Now you stood just inside the door, waiting for him to say something.
He beckoned you closer with a finger, you made a show of rolling your eyes and reluctantly walking to stand in front of his desk. He looked you up and down, you could see the stern and judgemental look in his dark eyes.
"Why were you late?" He asked, his voice surprisingly calm.
"I was busy," you replied curtly.
"I see. Too busy to follow your Commander's orders?"
You stayed silent, not sure what kind of response or reaction he was looking for. "Given that they were unprofessional orders, I figured they could wait." His eyes narrowed at you. Well that was the wrong answer. "What have you been doing all day?" He questioned.
He huffed a breath out his nose in annoyance. "No, Kitten, you've been naughty. Why?"
You finally broke and began rambling. "It's your fault! You've been back from your mission for two weeks and haven't even shown me a lick of attention. I know I shouldn't drag you away from your work, but fucking hell, Wolffe. Two weeks!"
"So that's what this is about?" He asked, rising from his chair. “That’s unfortunate for you, baby. I was going to make tonight special for you, but now you’ve pissed me off. My side of the desk, now.”
You sighed, feeling defeated and annoyed. You crossed your arms with a huff and walked to his side, bending over the desk without having to be told.
“Look at that! You are capable of being a good girl, you just don’t want to,” Wolffe mocked.
“Just fucking spank me if you’re going to,” you snapped, ready to be done and get back to work. Wolffe’s fingers dug into your hair and he yanked your head back. His hand came down harshly between your legs, not where you were expecting. You yelped and he slapped your cunt again.
“Wolffe!” you exclaimed, “What the hell?”
“You better watch your tongue, Kitten. I had planned on letting you cum, but now every time you mouth off I’m pushing it back one hour.” He snarled.
“Are you serious?” You tried turning your head to look at him but he kept your head straight.
“That’s two hours now.”
You groaned in frustration and gave up trying to fight him. This was Wolffe, he would get what he wanted. You heard him sit back down in his chair, but his hands never left your hips, his thumbs pressing into the skin between your ass and thighs.
“You wet yet, kitten?” he purred.
That line alone, said in his gruff but smooth voice was enough to make you soaked. One of his hands left your hip, his knuckles dragging against your clothed heat.
“Y-yes, sir,” you answered.
Wolffe just hummed as his hands wandered up to the waist of your pants. In one swift movement he yanked them and your panties down to your knees. You squeaked as he exposed your wet flesh to the cool air.
He kicked your legs apart and slowly dragged one finger through your soaked folds. "You're wet but I need you wetter," he commented.
"If you'd let me cum that might help," you mumbled.
Wolffe flicked his finger against your clit, the pleasant sting making you release a strangled moan.
"That's three hours now."
You rolled your eyes, at least he couldn't see that. You heard him spit into his hand before he cupped your pussy with it, smearing his saliva around. You bit your lip trying to hold in the lewd noises that threatened to spill from your lips.
You couldn't hold them in when he eased his middle finger into you, wiggling it around and sending bolts of pleasure through your body. He fingered you tantalizingly slow. Enough to stimulate you but not enough to make you cum. He had gotten this down to a science.
He could feel your slickness increase and your walls flutter around his thick digit. Once he decided you were wet enough he removed his finger. You whined in protest and were so caught up in how he was denying you that you didn't hear him undoing his trousers.
He suddenly grabbed your hips in an iron grip and pulled you back towards him. Your back hit his chest and he lined his cock up with your entrance before shoving you down on him.
The noise you made was something between a moan and a yelp, your body tightening with the unexpected intrusion.
"That could've hurt," you grumbled.
Wolffe took one hand and placed it on your stomach, pressing down he was able to feel how deep he was inside you. "Careful, kitten. You're up to four hours now." He took his other hand and used two fingers to stroke lightly over your clit. "And you're going to sit here and look pretty while you keep my cock warm for every one of those hours."
Your mouth gaped open, four hours! You loved sitting on Wolffe's cock but four hours was a long time. He was nestled snugly inside you, hot and throbbing. This might be impossible.
Wolffe reached up and undid the rest of the buttons on your shirt, letting it hang open. You felt tight around him and he could feel every little ripple your muscles made.
"Now don't misbehave, I have work to finish," he said.
He kept a strong arm around your hips, keeping you still while he looked over reports on his datapad. You sighed dramatically and Wolffe pinched your inner thigh in response. You leaned back against his chest and made yourself comfortable, you were going to be here for a while.
As if just sitting on Wolffe's hard, impressive cock was difficult enough, every so often he would shallowly thrust up into you or play with your clit. Anything to make it more tortuous.
Nothing was really happening aside from his teasing and occasionally asking you to hand him a different datapad from his desk. You were startled when knocking was heard on his door. Your head shot up in alarm.
He didn't move.
"Wolffe what if they walk in?" You tried to get up but his strong arms held you down, keeping you tight to him.
"Then they'll have proof that you are the sluttiest officer on this ship," he growled in your ear, "and you're all mine." He called for whoever was on the other side of the door to come in. The door slid open and you looked away in embarrassment.
“Boost, do you have the data drive I asked for?”
You hesitantly looked up to see Boost standing across the room fiddling with the drive in his hand, his face had gone as red as his hair and his eyes tried to look anywhere except for you.
“I’m going to need that drive, Boost,” Wolffe said, motioning him closer.
“Can I toss it to you?” The flushed trooper asked.
“As you can see I can’t exactly get up right now so I’m going to need you to bring it here,” Wolffe responded.
Boost sighed and kept his eyes on the floor as he walked up to the desk and set the drive down.
“I’m going to need you to do one more thing,” Wolffe said, “Look up.”
Boost didn’t dare, he only shifted in place refusing to look at you or tear his eyes away from his feet. It hadn’t been his fault you spanked him, he didn't have any idea what you had been planning. “Respectfully sir, no thank you.”
“That’s an order, trooper,” Wolffe’s voice was stern. “I saw the look you gave her earlier. I know you want to look and I’m giving you permission. Go ahead.”
Boost slowly lifted his head and took in your mostly nude form, his eyes meeting yours before traveling downwards over your barely covered breasts, and stopping at the apex of your thighs where he could see your glistening pussy, plugged with his Commander’s cock. He released a breath he hadn’t known he was holding in and couldn’t tear his eyes away.
Wolffe felt you clench around him, you were enjoying this, being on display and being eyed up like you were about to be devoured. “Say, kitten, if you and Boost are alright with it why don’t you suck his cock and if you do a good job I’ll take an hour off your punishment,” he suggested. Boost’s eyes widened and you whimpered.
“I’d like to if he’ll let me, please Commander,” you asked. Not only had the panty-dropping smirk Boost had given you before fueled your decision, but you needed some kind of stimulation and Wolffe would take away an hour. It was a win win.
Boost swallowed the lump in his throat and walked around to the other side of the desk. He removed his codpiece revealing the hard bulge in his blacks. His behavior changed from bashful to confident once he heard her gasp at the outline through his pants.
“You like what you see, princess?” Boost slowly pulled his blacks down as far as they could go with the rest of his armor still on. He wasn't as big as Wolffe but he was still well endowed.
You reached forward and lightly ran your fingertips up and down his shaft. "No teasing or I'll ask the Commander to keep that hour on your punishment," Boost threatened.
You sucked his tip into your mouth, swirling your tongue around and soaking up his precum. You broke away to spit into your hand and begin stroking his length. He hummed contently and ran his fingers through your hair.
You kitten licked his tip once more before engulfing his member in your mouth till he hit the back of your throat. Boost groaned and tugged on your hair as you started bobbing on his cock. You used your hand to pump what wasn't in your mouth.
Wolffe thought you deserved a reward for sucking Boost off. He reached down and put slight pressure on your clit, slowly rubbing circles on the concentrated batch of nerves. He could feel your body release more slick as he rubbed his fingers up and down your slit. You moaned at the sensation, sending the vibrations along Boost's cock. He growled and pulled you further onto him.
"C'mon Kitten, swallow his cock, I know you can," Wolffe encouraged.
You pulled off so just his tip was in your mouth before taking his dick down your throat so your nose bumped the skin of his abdomen. You breathed steadily through your nose and swallowed around his length.
Boost pressed himself impossibly closer, your forehead bumping his belt. You pulled off and jerked him with your hand a few times before taking him back into your mouth. You could feel your own high coming on from Wolffe's incessant toying. Boost's hips bucked and he slid further into your mouth.
"Mmm, c-can I cum down her throat, Commander?" Boost asked, his voice strained from being on the edge of climax.
You heard Wolffe hum in approval from behind you. Boost thrust himself into your mouth a few times before releasing his load into your mouth. You swallowed everything he had and licked him clean, leaning back against Wolffe’s chest while licking your lips.
“Thank you, Boost. You may go now,” Wolffe bid.
Boost covered himself back in his armor and made his way out of the office. You evened out your breathing, coming down from the near high that Wolffe built you up to.
“How much time do I have left?” You asked.
“About fifty minutes I believe,” Wolffe replied, he grabbed the drive off his desk and plugged it into his datapad. You made yourself comfortable and settled back, just having to wait.
You hadn’t realized you fell asleep until you were woken up by someone palming your breasts. You stirred, shifting around only to be reminded you were still stuffed full.
“Your time is up, kitten.”
Swift taps to your clit jolted you fully awake. Wolffe placed gentle kisses to your neck. “Would you like to cum now?”
You nodded weakly and mumbled out a yes. Wolffe easily lifted you up and off of him, causing you to whine as he slipped out of you. He laid you on your back on his desk, parting your legs to stand in between them, his still hard length resting against your stomach.
“You’ve been good, Kitten, so you get to decide. How do you want me?” Wolffe asked, sincerity in his voice.
“Hard and fast, Wolffe, please,” you begged. Your Commander smiled, “That’s my girl.”
He slowly sunk two fingers into you while his thumb played with your clit, you whined at his teasing. “I need to make sure you’re wet enough,” Wolffe addressed, “I don’t want to hurt my kitten.”
He pulled away once he was satisfied with the amount of slickness at the apex of your thighs. He coated his dick in the juices from his fingers, he lined up and pressed just his tip inside. Moans and desperate whimpers fell from your lips.
"What do you say, Kitten?"
"Can I have your cock, Commander? Please, please, please I want it so bad!" You rambled.
"There's a good girl," Wolffe praised. He rewarded you by sliding all the way in, his tip nudging your cervix. He released a guttural groan and you wrapped your legs around his waist.
"I'm glad you got what you wanted."
Both your and Wolffe's heads snapped towards the door where Sinker stood, arms crossed, an amused look on his face.
"Sinker, what the hell are you doing in here!" Wolffe snapped.
"I take it this is why Boost has had a pep in his step ever since he left your office," Sinker mused, "I just came to give you this datapad. You're lucky I convinced the General to send me instead of delivering it himself."
Your face heated up and you looked away. Your time was up, Wolffe was going to let you cum, why did Sinker have to interrupt now? You were already planning some way to sabotage him as payback when he spoke again. "I see your plan worked, you're welcome," Sinker was now standing against the right wall, messing with his vambrace.
"What plan?" Wolffe asked.
"The one she told me to just play along with in order to rile you up so you would fuck her senseless," he answered nonchalantly.
"Oh, she failed to mention that plan to me," Wolffe voiced, looking down at you. You had covered your face with your hands to hide the embarrassment at being found out.
“However,” Wolffe continued, “I did know what she was up to: and you, Sinker, did not have to be a part of it. You should have known better.”
You could practically feel Sinker smirking through his next words. "Do I get a blowjob too?"
You didn't expect Wolffe's reply. "No, Sinker," Wolffe slowly pulled out of you halfway, "You get to watch while I fuck her senseless."
At that, Wolffe slammed back into you making you cry out his name. He set a brutal pace, one hand on your shoulder the other holding one of your legs up. The delicious scrape of his cock against your walls made you moan loudly, your eyes fluttering closed, your brain almost unable to comprehend how good you felt.
"Nuh uh, baby," Wolffe drawled, moving his hand from your shoulder to your jaw, tilting your head back. "Look at him, kitten. Show Sinker how good I'm making you feel."
You slowly let your eyes open to see Sinker biting his lip hard and trying to keep his hands off himself. Wolffe hit that hidden pleasure point within you and you screamed.
"That's it, scream for me, kitten."
You looked to see Sinker had slid down the wall and removed his codpiece, he was staring at you while furiously palming himself.
You clenched hard around Wolffe and he growled, picking up his pace if that was even possible. You felt your high rapidly approaching.
"Are you getting close, Kitten?" Wolffe asked.
You were at a loss for words, they were all being fucked out of you. All you could do was moan and shout Wolffe's name. He knew you were seconds from falling over the edge based on how your whole body started shaking.
You glanced at Sinker long enough to see he now had his cock in hand, jerking off to the sounds you were making. Wolffe pulled your face back to look at him.
"I wanna see you come, kitten. C'mon, cum for your Commander," he urged.
With a few more thrusts you were pushed over the edge, the pleasure surging throughout you, your mouth hanging open in a silent scream that your lungs just couldn't produce. Wolffe came seconds after, grunting and growling as he shot his seed within the confines of your warm constricting walls.
He gently laid himself on top of you, your foreheads resting together as you came down from bliss. You cupped his cheek lovingly and Wolffe nuzzled into your touch, finally pressing a long awaited kiss to your lips. He slowly pulled out and did his best to clean up the mess he made of you.
A near silent curse reminded you both that Sinker was still in the room. You looked over to find that he had cum into his hand. You sat up on the desk and whispered a question into Wolffe's ear.
"Sure, kitten, you were good. I'll tell him," he answered. You beamed and pulled your panties back on.
"Sinker come here," Wolffe requested, "my girl wants to clean you up."
He flinched before standing up and walking wobbly over to the desk. You spun around in your sitting position to face Sinker, taking his fingers and licking them clean of his essence.
Wolffe sat back in his chair after making himself presentable again. He watched proudly as his woman helped his brother. He couldn't help reaching over and running his hand over her waist.
Sinker watched with wide eyes as she cleaned up his fingers, staring in awe. He tucked himself away once she was done and looked between the two of you.
"Commander, if you don't mind my asking, where did you find her? I want one."
May I please request some Sinker and Boost? 🥺🤍 Either sfw or nsfw dealer’s choice
(Of course! I love them)
Sinker is nowhere to be found. Boost has commed him who knows how many times already, but he hasn’t answered to him not even once. Just where the hell did he go?
If this is a prank he’s playing on him, Boost will shove him out of the airlock, because he has no business making him worry so much, the dumb idiot.
At least, after a bit of investigating, Boost finds out what he was supposed to do: counting the supplies crates. Now, it could be that it’s taking Sinker long to do it, but Boost is more inclined to think that he must be slacking off, or that he convinced someone else to do it for him and he’s making himself scarce so that he wouldn’t be questioned about it.
Still, a clue is a clue, so for now Boost decides to follow it. If it leads to nowhere, that’s fine, at least he can say that he checked.
To say that he wasn’t prepared for what is in front of his eyes as he arrived at the supply storage room would be an understatement. How he manages not to burst into laughter immediately is a mystery.
At least he can say that he’s found Sinker, even though he has fallen asleep, and on a crate, no less. The most incredible thing is how he’s fallen asleep: he’s still standing, but he’s resting his elbows on one of the crates, face supported by his hands; just how the hell can someone fall asleep like that? What was he even thinking?
Maybe he thought he was just resting his eyes? Yeah, that was probably it. Still, how tired was he to fall asleep like that?
At this point there are many things Boost could do, but in the end he decides to take Sinker’s forgotten datapad on the crate and do the counting part; once he’s done with that, he sends all the data to Wolffe, then he turns towards Sinker. He’s still asleep.
After snatching a photo of him like that - because this is good blackmail material and Boost isn’t so dumb to pass it up - he takes him in his arms with the intent of bringing him back to the barracks.
He gets a few looks on his way, but nobody pays him much mind. In all this, he finds himself getting a few peeks of Sinker’s sleeping face; he looks so relaxed in his sleep, which isn’t such a rare event… but it’s also true that sleepy is tricky for them, especially when they end up dreaming of a certain event on a certain ship…
Enough, he shouldn’t think about that now. They survived it and that’s what matters.
Once he gets to the barracks, he lowers Sinker on his bunk, but despite the fact that he’s as careful as he can, Boost still manages to wake him up.
“Wha…” Sinker mutters, slightly opening his eyes. “… Boost?”
Shit. “Ssssh, go back to sleep,” Boost mutters soothingly, but it’s too late now.
“Wait, I was supposed to… The crates!” Sinker tries to get up. “I need to check the crates!”
“Calm down,” Boost tells him, pushing him back down. “I counted the crates.”
“… You did?”
“Yes, now stay down. If you were so tired to fall asleep on the job, you must be getting too little sleep. You better catch up soon or else I’m gonna call the medics.”
Sinker makes a grimace, but he doesn’t want to risk Boost really calling the medics on him, so in the end he sighs. “Alright, fine… But on one condition.”
Now it’s Boost’s turn to sigh. “Which is?”
Sinker smirks, stretching a hand towards him. “You have to join me.”
Oh, thisis what he wants. And here Sinker thought he was going to ask him something impossible for him to do.
He smiles. “You got it.”
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i’m running out of young temuera pictures.... here’s some more realistic clone edits :]]] my campus finally gave us a two week ramadhan break so everything is less hectic and i got more free time in my hands teehee 😊😊😊
Screencaps are from Never Say Die (Boil and Sinker), Barb Wire (Boost), and Shortland Street (Gregor)
In the second episode of Clone Wars Season I, Sinker makes a snarky comment about how Boost only bathes when he’s on leave, so I headcannon that Boost hates baths and is too beat at the end of battle to really care for hygiene.
Not saying that his brothers are neat freaks and germaphobes, but they do find it annoying when Boost doesn’t take showers or rinses off after battle. They just find it nasty.
Whether it was after a muddy battle, his brothers played a joke on him, or he simply just fell into a mud puddle or something, one day Boost came back to the barracks covered in mud. His brothers just stood there and pointed to the refresher, threatening to get the general involved, but he’d already come to the conclusion that he was going to need a bath.
Boost hates baths simply because he finds them boring and unnecessary if you don’t smell like a bantha, but he wasn’t in the mood for an all out bickering session with Sinker so he caved before Sinker or Wolffe could say anything. His brothers then of course proceed to tease him when they walk by, knowing how much he loathes it because let’s face it, that’s what brothers do. :)
Can I please get some NSFW Wolfpack (can be some or all members) with overstimulation?
NSFW UNDER THE CUT
Comet cried as another finger was slipped in beside the cock already stretching him wide, and hands, big hands, touched his face, cradled his hips.
“Aww, little Comet, it’s alright, you can take it can’t you?” Boost, it was Boost, said against his ear, one hand cradling his head and the other pinching Comet’s nipple.
He sobbed, wanting to be good, wanting to take it, and he arched, mouth open as those fingers left him, feeling so empty without it. Then he felt a blunt head, bigger than the fingers, and he froze, staring wide eyed at nothing as it pushed inside.
“There we go,” Sinker groaned, bottoming out next to Warthog inside Comet. “So tight, it’s almost like you don’t want us to leave.”
Comet couldn’t stop the low whine, gasping as they began to move in him. Boost was there the entire time, holding him steady, kissing his neck and face, murmuring steadily in his ear.
There was nowhere he’d rather be, pinned between his vode, shaking and shivering from pleasure.
So I went to post this, got lost on my dash, almost crashed my phone twice, and am now putting off making my lunch for a few more minutes. Have some art I did while watching TCW. You guys will just have to bear with me as I try to work out my art style. Also, let’s play a fun game called try to guess which eps I was watching in the tags.
The Clones at Kamino Elementary’s Scholastic Book Fair
Picture it, elementary school, 2002. You are watching the clock intensely. not because you can tell the time you just started kindergarten ffs, but just to build up the anticipation of the scene as you wait for your class’ turn to go to the library for the book fair. 50 cents jingles in your pocket as you anxiously await your chance to buy erasers that smell like artificial fruit and a poster of an elephant wearing glasses
Rex- The exhausted teacher who is pumped to drop off his class for a few minutes to shop while he beelines it for the staff room to get his 8th cup of coffee
Echo- The parent on shift in charge of helping kids find the books they want. Tries to push them away from captain underpants and toward the nat geo educational books
Fives- Buys the entire collection of Captain Underpants available anyways
Jesse- Constantly asks “How much is this one?” while looking directly at the price tag
Kix- The “Make it rain” kid. His parents send him with a $20. he buys the cheapest book possible, then treats the rest of his friends to chocolate scented pencils
Tup- the volunteer working the cash register. Is the change exact? Who knows!
Dogma- “OH SWEET THEY HAVE HARRY POTTER!”
Hardcase- Bought that elephant wearing glasses poster and nothing else.
Coric- Spends ten minutes deciding on a rainbow pen
Bly- buys one of every book mark to give to his girlfriends on the playground
99- The sweet little school librairian hyping every single kid up on their purchases because it makes them happy, so who cares what they buy?
Cody- Opens every book he is interested in and skims through the page.
Waxer/Boil- UH team Junie b jones box set purchase club!!!
Wolffe- Spends his entire ass time at the animorphs books table. He would be obsessed and you cant tell me otherwise.
Boost/Sinker- Attracted to shiny things, crow brains (only buys books with attached charms or toys)
Hunter- pocket full of the novelty scented erasers is all he needs.
Wrecker- Sticker books and those little toys you could buy whose eyes pop out of their head when you squeeze
Tech- Tries to refuse to buy anything because its “Not in his reading level”
but eventually breaks down when he sees a really cool nat geo book on robots
Crosshair- Buys like three bendy pencils so him and his friends can whack each other with them in class later.
“ARC Commanders,” High General Windu greeted, “Master Plo Koon, we welcome you back to Coruscant.”
“Sir,” Commander Fordo saluted before he reached up, taking his helmet off. The Alpha ARC was just as Cody remembered him from when he was a cadet, though his hair was longer, but that mohawk was still there. He had more scars than before and Cody knew he wasn’t the only one whose eyes widened when the ARC in blue next to Fordo removed their helmet next.
He hadn’t known there was a woman— A sister— in their ranks. She had a few scars across her face, and the litheness of her form made sense now. General Ti smiled gently at the ARC.
“It’s good to be back home, Master Windu,” General Koon was saying as the other ARCs took their helmets off. “The vode have been anxious to see their siblings.”
“Aw, shit, Master Plo,” one of the ARCs grumbled, his hair a blonde color (natural or dyed, Cody couldn’t be sure, but it was most likely the later) and messy “No need to rat us all out.”
“Yeah, Plo-Buir, we have a rep to uphold!” one of the gray ARCs cried and the Kel Dor let out a rumbling laugh. Cody was reeling at the blatant use of the Jedi’s first name and buir thrown in. Fordo just rolled his eyes.
“Striker, Sinker, don’t be rude,” he barked, “General Plo took out over half the droid forces just to get us back here faster.”
“Sorry Plo-Buir.” came the two voices and Fordo just rolled his eyes again. Koon placed a hand on Fordo’s puldron and Cody had to do a double take back at the trio of Gray ARCs and — yes, those were Wolffe, Boost, and Sinker. Boost and one of the blues were both picking on Sinker, the larger ARC holding him in a headlock while Boost messed up his hair. Wolffe had the softest kriffing look that he had ever had in a long while on his face as he watched before snapping back to attention as General Ti cleared her throat.
“I’m certain that all of them are ready for a rest,” she mused, “As are you my friend. Traveling with thirteen Commander-class ARCs must have been quite the story.”
Plo chuckled but Wolffe butt in before he could start. “All due respect, General, but General Buir is the one who caused the most trouble.”
“Tell the nice Togruta how you don’t kriffin’ eat until we’re all done, General,” Fordo added and Cody tried not to feel a pang of jealousy that Wolffe had found someone outside of their batch he could rely on like he once had with him, Fox, Ponds, and Bly.
General Windu raised a brow and General Koon let out a sigh. “Still not out of that habit, I see.”
“My friend, if I have told you once, I have told you many times over—”
“Kel Dor wait for children to be fed first, yes I’m aware,” the Kuron Jedi drawled. “And are you still refusing to sit in chairs? That’s not a Kel Dor thing.”
The said Kel Dor let out another sigh as both Wolffe and Fordo grabbed ahold of his shoulders and shoved him at General Fisto— much to Cody’s confusion.
“General Fisto, make sure he Kriffin’ eats between the two of you’s tango in the—”
“FRODO!” The ARC grunted, staggering a bit as the female clone kicked his knees out from under him. “Don’t be rude!”
“Wise you brat!”
Cody chanced a glance at the two Jedi, both flush with embarrassment as Windu trembled, a hand over his mouth and— Shaak Ti wasn’t even trying to hide her laughter.
this was for that one concept idea where the M10 was assigned to Plo after the Malevolence? Idk i never did much else for it.