ᶜᵒᵐᵐᵃᶰᵈᵉʳ 𝙬𝙤𝙡𝙛𝙛𝙚

𝑪𝑪-𝟑𝟔𝟑𝟔 — Leader of the 𝑾𝒐𝒍𝒇 𝑷𝒂𝒄𝒌 prequel/original eras | ships | plots/banter | detailed

in sudden shock , the commander dropped his helmet and his cheeks flares with embarrassment. after her lips left his own , the commander scrambled for his helmet. “ i-i don’t . . .i-i. . .sir ? “

“ my helmet , sir ? okay. . “ obliging by her gesture , the commander lifts his helmet from his head and placed it to his side.

he didn’t understand what she was asking ; or he did but didn’t understand how to react. “ i-i am sorry , sir but i’m already assigned to jedi plo koon. .cant be in another platoon. . . “

he blushes beneath his helm but he just isn’t used to these weird kind of friendships he forms. “ oh. .well yes. .good friend of course. “

“ not at all , sir. just surprised is all. “

“ really ? “

“ a father to more blasters. . . “

“ i’d make a good father. “

oh gross , is it rex that she wants ?

she wants a hug.

he’s going to bed now. he’s sorry.

titties , but close

he wants ******* in his mouth.

she’s always been a jedi he admired. one with a sense of strategy as well as sacrifice. .much like his jedi general , plo koon.

—; lewd muse , i am sorry

she’s a jedi , even if she walked away from the order. any moron with a lightsaber can wield it with style but only a jedi can wield it with ( strength ).

doesn’t really plan on it. she also better not die either.

he can’t die just yet.

wolffe breathes.

“ you’re just defective. “