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Bravo and thank you, Canada. 🫶

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This is not a nuance thing. It's a belief thing. I am currently on a medication that has rendered me bedridden, when before I was taking it, I felt significantly better. My doctor tells me "it's expected". My quality of life went down significantly. I have been sick nonstop because of this medicine, and before it I was doing okay.

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Did I enjoy The Acolyte? Not particularly. Did it have redeeming moments? Sure. Am I a shocked or disappointed that it was cancelled? Honestly… no. Am I on the internet shredding it to pieces whilst my unsolicited opinion hurts the feelings of those that did enjoy it and felt both seen and represented by its diversity and inclusivity? No, because that’s a terrible thing to do. Let people love what they love. Let people enjoy the things that bring them joy. Have your opinion and feel it with your chest, but share it respectfully and conscientiously. Someone who liked something you disliked does not make them your enemy or worthy of baseless attack. Go ahead and debate, go ahead and disagree, but maintain some integrity so the Star Wars community can continue to be an enjoyable place for people of all ages, genders, shapes, mindsets, etc.

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Fives attempting to lie to Krell over the comm in The Clone Wars 4.09 “Plan of Dissent”

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Bestie! Your right eye is not a lost cause! There’s no denying there is a decent degree of visual field loss (the pattern looks like it could be classified by an Opthalmologist as “nasal steppe” bordering on “actuate scotoma”— essentially just fancy terms for the shape of the blind spot and where it’s located internally), but these are indicative and coincide with everything you’ve already shared with me.

I wouldn’t be hugely concerned about the left eye. Without getting too technical or sciencey, we all have an anatomical blind spot created by our optic nerve that our brain routinely ignores (like how it ignores our nose!) When they do these visual field tests, they take that into account; there are some sections of our visual field where they expect us not to see, and that’s totally normal (in fact— if you hit the button while they shine a light in that particular section, they know immediately that you’ve lost fixation and it will count as a false positive). I believe the black circle kinda towards the bottom is that anatomical blind spot. The small nasal area on the other side is something your regular eye doctors will monitor! As for why it’s there, I can’t say for sure (Glacomatous field loss does often start in by the nose). If the doctor had concerns or noted any large changes from the results of this test to your most recent, they would share them with you and present a plan of attack ♥️ That being said, it’s important to be involved in your own care! Always ask questions if you have them, always ask for clarification if you need it. And always remember, their top priority is preserving the vision you still have!

(And, as always, I am not a doctor, and am not certified or qualified to officially interpret or diagnose images, scans, or test results. This is strictly opinion.)

@starqueensthings - Holly, here are my field of vision tests from December when I saw the glaucoma specialist and before they did the laser trabeculoplasty on the right eye.

The right eye is pretty much a lost cause at this point. (When I look at the eye chart, all I can see with righty is the bottom left corner of the big E at the top.) I'm mostly worried about that left eye and why there are blind spots on the left side. I know the little bit in the upper right area is glaucoma-related (or I think that's what she said, but at least it's very small and she said not unusual for someone my age, aka OLD.)

Unfortunately my doctor's office here in town doesn't post my FOV results in my patient portal, so I don't have the latest one I took last week. I need to ask them for a paper copy of it, because they will give them to me if I ask.

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This is adorable in several different ways, but I’m particularly in love with the expression on Echo’s face 🥹🥹

@summer-of-bad-batch are you kidding? I just did this (previous part) and another option for the poll was "let Crosshair try and trim his hair" and the new alt prompt is !!!!Getting a Haircut!!!??? What?! LMAAAOOO. I had to.

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He looks amazing!!!!

I think he looks good 🥺

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I know I'm bypassing the post of the post, but Oxford commas are non negotiable to me. Their place in literature should be respected and immutable! They belong! They fortify sentence structure and ensure ease of reading! Long live the Oxford comma!

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The Impact of Tech’s Sacrifice within the Fandom

An analysis of why it sparked so much controversy and possible solutions on how that could have been avoided.

A Disclaimer about this analysis:

Before I go into detail about how Disney handled Tech’s death in both Season 2 and Season 3, I want to clearly state that I love the Bad Batch.

This story and the characters grabbed my heart instantly and S1 got me through the darkest years of my life after my brother passed way. The amount of gratitude I have for those who put this beautifully animated series goes beyond words.

My analysis isn’t an attack on the creators, writers, animators, etc. I believe that many episodes throughout all 3 seasons are some of the best written stories in all of Star Wars. The animation itself is awe inspiring and the soundtrack is a work of art.

However, one can still love a show while also having valid criticisms.

This analysis is strictly concerning the nature of Tech’s sacrifice in the series. The questions of why it happened, when it happened, how it was handled, and what was the detrimental affect on a particular group within the fan base were all factored in.

I have placed my personal feelings aside for the sake of offering a fair assessment of Tech’s sacrifice within the series. With complete neutrality, I have spent a great deal of analytical thought regarding the controversy and it has allowed me to provide a few alternate solutions to how it could have been avoided.

The heart of the debate:

After the conclusion of season 2, Tech’s sacrifice has become one of the most emotionally painful losses in all of Star Wars and started one of the most heated debates within the fandom.

Is he alive or did he really die on Eriadu? After analyzing every scene and dissecting the overall narrative within the Bad Bad Batch, there was plenty of evidence that it could be interpreted either way.

Tech’s sacrifice was undeniably heroic. He gave his life without hesitation in order to save both his squad and his family. It secured their survival and thus their eventual success in season 3. There could be no greater act of love.

Neither side of “Tech is alive or Tech needs to remain dead” would deny this.

However, the fact remains that the circumstances surrounding Tech’s sacrifice did spark debate regardless. Therefore, I’ve come up with a few possible ways that Tech’s sacrifice would have less room for speculation:

If a batch member died (permanently); placing it within in the 3rd act, not the 2nd

Having all Batch remain alive until they were reunited. This allows the fractured family to reconcile and fight together before any member is lost. It heals the wound of the fractured family and gives the catharsis of seeing them finally all on the same side.

Having a canonically neurodivergent character, who also gets an unfinished romantic story with a WOC right before they are killed off, will always cause a deeper introspection to why they were chosen to be sacrificed. Removing all intentional/non intentional aspects of having a sacrifice interpreted as “shock value” would help alleviate that concern

The manner of which Tech died was too ambiguous for many viewers. In real life, Tech would never survive a fall from that height, but this is Star Wars. Characters survive impossible situations all the time. In order to reduce speculation when a main protagonist dies, the death needs to be clearly shown on screen. The fact that there was a huge debate after Plan 99 proves that insufficient evidence was provided

This is not a universal sentiment from all fans, but the lack of sufficient payoff or closure led many of them to believe Tech would return. They were awaiting official confirmation that was yet to be revealed in season 3 that would solidify if he was still alive or really dead

Combining all of these factors, here is how the story may have unfolded:

If the stakes needed to be raised in Season 2, having one of the main protagonists severely injured, enough to cause viewers to fear they may die, would still require the Batch going back to Ord Mantell for help with AZI.

The betrayal by Cid would still happen and Omega would still end up captured; thus leaving us with the same cliffhanger of Omega being ripped away from her family. Having a character still clinging to life and Omega being taken would certainly quantify as raising the stakes for ACT II.

As hard as it is for me to admit this, Wrecker would be the obvious pick if Tech was slated to die later in the series. This would have given Wrecker more focus for season 3 character development should he be hindered in some way after the injury.

Season 3 would start out exactly the same; the Batch hunting for Tantiss’s location and Omega. Omega would have the same time skips and bonding with Crosshair and would still escape and reunite with the Batch, Exactly as shown.

The reunion, however, would allow the entire Batch to reconcile and learn to work as a team again. Tech could have solidified whatever feelings he had for Phee during this time. The Batch would seemingly have won but trouble would still be on the horizon.

The series still goes on as originally planned, Omega would still want to free the clones they left behind on Tantiss. Since Omega and Crosshair both have knowledge of Tantiss, the Batch would all be summoned to Teth in order to aid Rex with this shadow operative. Unfortunately, this would once again place Omega and the Batch on the radar again because CX-2 would still be dispatched to Teth…etc etc.

The Batch would realize Omega was being targeted and therefore, the plot of Ventress could also carry on. (Though I’m pretty certain Tech would have known what an M-count was).

So now we get to the mid point of Season 3 where a sacrifice would have built up to a larger payoff.

The Point of No Return would be a perfect place for this option. It was the turning point to when everything goes wrong for the Batch in Season3.

By this time, the viewer has been led into a false sense of security. Having a main character death here would have proven just as shocking and emotional as it did at the season finale of season 2.

Tech and Phee would have already solidified their relationship and would have had the kind of emotional moment Kanan had with Hera had in Rebels. Tech’s death could have been just as unexpected and shocking as Kanan’s, as well as having a similar completion of his story arc.

Also, creating a Plan99 type sacrifice while on Pabu may have been able to clearly define his death unlike how he disappeared into the clouds. Omega would have still witnessed his sacrifice and the viewer would be left with zero ambiguity of whether or not he survived.

Continuing down this path, we would also see Omega’s reaction to Tech’s sacrifice just like Plan 99 and could have immediately set her towards the decision to give herself up in order protect her family and the island inhabitants. Basically two huge sacrifices happen. Stakes would have definitely be raised.

In the episode that follows, Tech would be given proper mourning; perhaps a funeral of sorts on Pabu.

Even though Omega had unfortunately returned to Tantiss, the closure in Tech’s death would have been equal to the weight of his character importance. Having his story arc with Phee resolved and seeing the Batch fight together against the Empire, may have lessened the sting of a neurodivergent character being the only one who didn’t survive after the finale.

This alternate direction in the story, would also mean that CX-2 wouldn’t be a mystery box. One would be led to believe that the shadow operative was clearly a metaphor for “What Crosshair would have Become” without having the the possibility that CX-2 could be Tech.

One could even argue that it would have created more emotional impact on the mental struggle of crosshair when the mystery box element is removed from the equation.

The rest of the season continues on as normal. No changes; not even the beautiful epilogue.

What if Plan 99 stays the same in Season 2? What other directions could be taken to avoid viewers from speculating?

How would one maintain Tech’s sacrifice; only adding slight differences that may have enhanced the narrative?

The mission at the summit could have either been a success to increase the payoff or have been given more time to ensure proper closure. This could happen in a few ways:

Tech sacrificed himself to save his family but the mission itself failed. Not having a successful payoff allows viewers to draw a conclusion that all the character buildup for Tech and the entire plot of the finale was to kill off a character to “raise the stakes.” Whether it was the intentional not to do so is irrelevant. Many in the fandom interpreted it as such.

Having some part of the “mission gone wrong” still ending with some success allows the thought of “at least this good thing happened” and the audience experiences the relief of knowing that something came from it beyond Tech’s sacrifice.

Think of Cassian and Jyn in Rogue One. Even though their sacrifice was heart wrenching, Cassian and Jyn’s sacrifice immediately led to the Death Star plans reaching Princess Leia.

Tech saved his family in Plan 99, which was heroic no doubt, but the failed mission had the viewer go through an entire third season in order to experience the payoff that the survival of his family eventually led to them defeating Hemlock and retiring on Pabu.

The second option is that if Plan 99 and the rest season 3’s plot is keep exactly as it is, to include more clear and concise emphasis on the characters grief and mourning from the remaining members. It would allow the viewers to also process the loss and grieve.

As it stood, after a few tears from Omega and a drink from Wrecker at a bar, the Batch was immediately rushed into being found by Hemlock and Omega being captured. Many complaints online stated that Tech’s death seemed like an afterthought by the end of the episode; especially after Emerie’s bombshell reveal was introduced.

Another direction one could take to alleviate any hope or confusion over Tech’s death was to remove the ambiguity. In Star Wars, having any character “fall out of sight” without being clearly dead first; especially in Star Wars, will always lead to speculation.

If Tech had experienced an ending more like Fives, the viewer witnesses his last breath and it removes all doubt that he has died.

How would any of those options look applied to the story:

Starting season 3, avoid moving straight into a time skip. This would include showing Omega telling Crosshair about Tech as well as Hunter and Wrecker telling Phee. Seeing the reactions of important people in Tech’s life, who wasn’t present during Plan 99, would allow the viewer to know how much he was missed by everyone.

Another possible scenario is a reflection scene, much like Crosshair’s moment with placing Mayday’s helmet on a makeshift memorial.

Perhaps the entire Batch standing behind Omega as she placed his Goggles in the Archium. Many in the neurodivergent community have expressed that Tech was only mentioned whenever his skills were missed. Having a few words about Tech’s character and not just his skills, may have resonated more with people who related to him. If anything, just to take some of the edge off for the families and young children watching.

Wrapping up:

This assessment was to examine how Tech’s death was handled within the season and how other directions within the story could have alleviated some of the speculation and dissonance within the fandom surrounding Tech’s sacrifice.

I’m not trying to persuade anyone to change their opinions on whether if Tech should be alive or stay dead. My hope was to offer a deeper understanding of the issues surrounding Tech’s sacrifice and how that fueled heated debate.

It is completely possible to watch Season 3 and see CX-2 as a misdirection. It is also completely understandable to see CX-2 as as a mystery box reveal that he could be Tech with the clues given.

Either way, it remained a debate and distraction after the finale of season 2 and all the way to the end of season 3.

Tech said it best, “Understanding you doesn’t mean I agree with you.” People will always see the world differently. No matter how Tech’s sacrifice was presented, there will always be those who feel it was the wrong decision because Tech meant more to them than the majority of the fandom. Their grief and feelings are just as valid as those who disagree.

No one’s grief or sadness should be made into a joke, ever. You may not understand it, or agree with it; but like Tech said we should always “respect their decision.”

Star Wars is about hope and the stories found within touch us all in different ways. We bring our own unique life experiences and connect to the story in ways that are deeply personal. Fictional characters do hold weight into the real world because of this.

A personal note:

I will always love Tech. He will remain one of the best and bravest characters in the entire Star Wars Universe.

However, I do wish that there had more clear and direct confirmation regarding Tech’s sacrifice. Being neurodivergent and “processing moments and thoughts differently,” made me see parallels and patterns that kept conflicting; driving a mystery that my brain desperately needed to solve.

Now that the Bad Batch is over, I’m relieved to have that mystery officially closed; even if I had to say goodbye to the one Star Wars character that I connected to the most.

Ironically I lost my brother, (who was my only sibling), on the same day Plan 99 aired. Now that Tech’s death is officially confirmed, it’s hard to know that March 29th is also the day Omega lost her brother too. We both have had to carry the weight of having a brother whose life ended too soon.

I have yet to reach that feeling of acceptance with losing both my brother and Tech but I’m sure I’ll get there. Tech lives on through Omega. My brother lives on through me. I still wish they both survived long enough to grow old and share more moments with their families. Still, I’m thankful for the precious time we were given with them.

So to everyone…

Be kind to each other. Reach out often and tell those you care about how much they mean to you. Try hard to remember that we are doing our best to survive in this world together, so be kind and compassionate to those who are struggling.

And as always.. May the Force be with you.

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30 mins or not, this is fkn precious!!!! Thank you for sharing!

i’m not art blocked i just can’t be asked to draw anything other than 30 min doodles,, sigh

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BARK BARK BARK BARK THIS WAS HAWT AF.

The things I would do to Echo, man 🥵

Also, that speech was pretty miraculous. I’m simultaneously willing to let him fold me like a deck chair while I empty my wallet into the clone trooper retirement fund.

Hellooo you talented being, you! Congratulations on a thousand followers, you deserve a thousand more! 🥳 May I request the edging prompt with Rex or Echo?

He's nervous about giving a short speech he wrote on Clone Rights. She thinks releasing some tension will help.

She tells him to sit down and keep practicing, while she rides him to his edge. She will stop moving if he stutters. His mission is to get through the whole speech. 😈

It's totally ok if not! Gotta go hide in a cave now, bye!

First of all, such kindness from you! Thank you! Second of all... this request... whew... this one got to me. 😏 Love the premise. Hope it's satisfying!

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Content: Not much beyond the prompt... teasing... edging... unprotected P in V... yeah the hotness here is more in the build-up than the variety of sex stuff. 😂

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“Noble Sena–... To the esteemed senate… Mmfh…”

Your lips trailed along Echo’s cheek, nestling beneath his ear and moving at a glacial pace down the side of his neck, leaving goosebumps in their wake. He took a deep breath, lowering his chin and trying again. 

“I come to you today… To… To speak on behalf… Of the– to the senate… Kriff!”

“You’ve got it, love. Go on,” you purred against his collarbone where you’ve pulled the neckline of his blacks down. 

“You’re making it insanely hard.”

“I know,” you smiled, nuzzling his neck before sitting up straight again. “And the speech sounds difficult too.”

He snorted, sharp features breaking into a mirthful grin as he ran his hand up and down your leg. You were straddling him in his chair, having stripped to just your underwear and a thin white tank top, and had been trying to get him to take a break. He’d spent the entire evening refining and practicing a speech he would give to the entire Senate; it was a marvelous opportunity to expand awareness of the plight of his brothers and hopefully secure a better future for them, with the compassion and support of more systems across the galaxy. But he was finding himself wishing more and more that he was getting shot at instead. 

“You’re ridiculous,” he muttered, eyebrows furrowing as you rocked your hips against him subtly. He inhaled sharply, the warmth and pressure on his cock stoking the fire in his core. “You’re going to pay for this.”

“Oh no,” you deadpanned. “Anything but that.”

He shook his head, the wry grin slowly fading from his face. “I mean, this is a… creative… way to prepare, but I’m never going to get through it all with you doing that.”

“Okay, how about this…” You sat still, straightening a little and cupping his face, placing an adoring kiss on his cheek before meeting his eyes as you climbed off of him and seductively began stripping off your panties. “I’m gonna get nice and comfy on you…” You leaned forward, ridding him of his own clothes now as he squirmed in his chair to aid your efforts, that beloved smirk on his face. “And I’m gonna give you what you want as you get through each paragraph.” His gaze darkened as you pulled your tank top over your head as slowly as you could, allowing your breasts to slide out beneath it and shaking your tousled hair across your shoulders once you were completely naked. 

“I quit,” he said, tossing the datapad onto the desk and moving to stand up.

“Nope,” you laughed, pushing him back down and straddling him again, your heart skipping a beat as he groaned at the sensation. “You finish the speech, then you can finish me. Here are the terms and conditions…”

“Go on,” he grumbled in mock annoyance as you stuffed the datapad back into his hand.

“You speak, I move,” you murmured, grinding lightly against him, nudging his length between your slick folds right where you liked it. He exhaled, grip tightening on the datapad as you leaned in close, resting your arms over his shoulders and pressing your breasts against his chest. “So let’s hear it, from the beginning.”

“Kriff…”

“I don’t think that’s a great way to start.”

Another snort.

You tilted your hips again, dragging your pussy along his cock where it was pressed between you, achingly hard. He sucked in a breath between his teeth, then began again. 

“Honorable Senators, I come to you today to speak on behalf of my brothers. I’m not a clone trooper, I’m a politicia– wait…”

You stilled your movements, waiting patiently as he cursed under his breath at the sheer restraint it required. He knew you were as stubborn as he was, and truth be told, he enjoyed the games you’d come up with. They certainly always ended well. 

“Alright… I’m not a politician, I’m a clone trooper, but we are united in the ideals for which we fight. Us on the battlefield, you in the political arena. The men I f-f-fought… Oh come on, that doesn’t count!”

You smiled against the side of his face where you’d leaned your head against his, having stopped the sensual shifting up and down that you’d been enjoying as you teased his tip against your entrance. “You stutter, I stop.”

“Kriff, you’re ruthless.”

“Maybe I’ll go faster if you get going yourself,” you teased, feeling him twitch against you. 

“Fine.”

He began again. You shifted again, rising up to bring your breasts tantalizingly close to his face as you angled your hips against him. His words nearly faltered, but he caught himself, and you sighed your approval as you pressed his cock into your folds. Gods, he felt so good, and you were ready to bounce him into oblivion right then and there, but you had a challenge to maintain. 

“The war is over, and we’re trying to build something better. But we can’t forget those who made this possible – the troopers who laid their lives down for what we now enjoy.” He groaned as you sank down further, slowly taking him in inch by inch. You’d gotten yourself quite riled up as well, the incredible sensations enhanced by the slick of your arousal. 

“Come on, trooper,” you whispered, feeling him shudder as you caressed the back of his head and neck, sitting all the way down on his lap and relishing the perfect stretch of him fully sheathed. “Mmmm, so good,” you murmured, smiling as he cursed under his breath and fought to keep going.

“We were created for war, trained to fight, and we did our duty without question. We fought because we believed in the Republic, in the ideals you all represent. Now, many of my brothers are struggling, abandoned without purpose or support…”

You began to move, slowly and sensually, tilting your hips as you rose and angling them back as you sank back down, stroking his cock with your pussy that clenched helplessly around his girth, barely able to hold yourself back. 

“We clones gave everything. We stood on the front lines, faced horrors most beings can't even imagine. We did it because it was our duty, because we believed in protecting the Republic. But now, we're being cast aside, treated like obslemach… obsolete… kriff!” he huffed as you stopped again, his cock twitching again with his own thin restraint. “It’s not fair.”

“You can do it,” you said softly against the side of his neck, having leaned against him as you paused your movement.

“I can do you…”

“All in good time,” you chuckled. 

“...actin like you’re just fine…” he muttered. You gave him a little nudge with your pelvis, and he started up again. “...Treated like obsolete machines. These men, my brothers, are suffering. They have physical and mental scars, and they need help. They need medical care, financial support, and a way to find a new purpose in this galaxy. We can't just abandon them. It's not right, and it goes against everything the Republic stands for. I know there are many pressing needs right now. Rebuilding is critical, but so is honoring our duty to those who served us so faithfully. Supporting our veterans isn’t just about paying back a debt; it’s about doing what’s right. It’s about showing that we value their sacrifice.”

“Ooh, look at you,” you smiled, having taken up your mercilessly slow pace of grinding against his cock, rising and sinking on his hard length and rocking it into the deepest parts of you. You sat back a little, arms around the back of his neck, and he had to move the datapad up over your shoulder to be able to see it, although that’s not where his eyes were. 

“Really? I’m supposed to ignore those?” he grumbled, eyes roving worshipfully and hungrily across your chest, where your tits rested softly to either side, supple and inviting. 

“Get through your speech and you can do whatever you want to them.”

“Ugh,” he huffed, simultaneously peeved and pleased. He dove his head down for a quick kiss to the top of one of them, eliciting a surprised giggle from you, then sat back up with a smug grin, cleaning his throat and resuming his speech.

“Cheater,” you laughed, beginning a serpentine motion that had his cock sliding into you at a different angle. Karking hell, you wanted him to finish quickly now. 

“The skills and experience these clones have are invaluable. With the right support, they can transition from soldiers to productive members of society. They can help rebuild our infrastructure, bolster our security, and inspire the next generation. Ignoring their plight weakens us all. To turn our backs on them now would be a betrayal of everything they fought for.”

“So good for me,” you breathed, relishing the quickly-spreading redness on his cheeks as he began to speak faster. 

“We need a comprehensive support program for our clone veterans. They need medical care, psychological counseling, financial assistance, and job training. They need a chance to find purpose and peace in this new galaxy.”

You began to move faster, grinding on him with an increasing need.

“Honorable Senators, this isn’t just a policy issue. It’s a moral imperative. We must show these men that their sacrifices meant something. We must give them the future they deserve. Please…” he panted, and you weren’t sure whether it was part of the speech or not. You were too far engrossed in the sheer sexiness of the focused look on his face, the way he tensed inside of you, the occasional flex of his thighs beneath you. 

“Come on,” you whispered, and he pressed his eyes tightly shut for a moment before trying to spit out the last words as quickly as he could. 

“Please support this proposal with your votes and with your hearts. Let’s honor the legacy of the clone troopers and ensure they can live with the dignitythey’veearnedthankyou! Kriff!” he exhaled, dropping the datapad on the desk and burying his hand in your hair, his other arm wrapping around you immediately. “That was the best and worst idea…” he panted, tensing his own hips to drive his cock into you. You gasped, moaning your delight as he dove into your neck, kissing and sucking with a fervor you’d not yet seen, and he braced your back as he thrust again and again. The feral energy was infectious, and you rested your head back into his hand as his mouth moved to your breasts, teasing with his tongue and tantalizing with soft teeth.

He angled your body carefully, holding you tenderly and strategically as he picked up the pace, groaning in deep satisfaction and primal desire as his cock dragged along your walls, sending wave after wave of pleasure through you. Now you were completely at his mercy, more than content with that as he murmured both praise and filth against your skin, fucking you relentlessly in the best way. Your hands roved across his body, feeling the muscles in his arms tensing with each rise and fall, each messy slap of his thrusts. His gaze was simultaneously affectionate and intense, provoking tingles in your chest until he squeezed his eyes shut, brows tightly drawn as he lost himself in you.

You breathed encouragement as he chased his climax, savoring every sinful sound it drew from him as he released his restraint. His arms tightened around you as his cock throbbed, filling your pussy with his hot spill amid unhindered moans that matched your own as he shuddered through his peak. Gods, you loved watching him fall apart like that. He continued sinking into you again and again, slowing gradually as he drew every last vestige of pleasure from the warm, soft, perfect feeling of your pussy. You caressed the back of his head, leaning into him again as he stilled, smiling against his cheek as he twitched one last time against the mess of arousal and release between the two of you. Breathless and enamored, he lifted his head to gaze into your eyes, a dreamily satisfied expression on his typically-stoic face. It warmed your heart, and you brushed the backs of your fingers against his cheek, heart flipping in your chest as he closed his eyes to bask in the tender affection for a moment. 

“Now it’s time for your–” He opened his eyes, suddenly alert and determined as he moved to sit up.

“Just enjoy it,” you offered, resting your palm over his heart. “You earned it,” you winked. 

“Heh,” he smirked, lifting a hand to shock you with a feather-light tease of one finger along the bottom of a breast. “You’ve racked up quite a debt too, I’m afraid.”

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*212th and 501st co training* Fives, on the floor: Go on...without me! Jesse, crying and kneeling down beside him: No! We can get through this together, just like we always do! Fives: There's no time! You must defend our honour. Don't let my death be for nothing! Jesse, sobbing: I can't do this without you! Fives: Goodbye, old friend...*goes limp* Waxer, whispering to Echo: They do realise this just a dodgeball game, right? Echo, aiming at Jesse: Waxer, this is war. Show no mercy

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Perfection By Your Side

Pairing: Mayday x GN!Reader (no pronouns used but Reader is referred to as “Mama” by their child)

Summary: You and Mayday navigate your sex life as parents.

Warnings: PiV sex, mild consensual choking and hair pulling, fluff, NSFW MINORS SHOO

Word Count: 989

A/N: As much as I love fantasy smut, I was inspired to write some more realistic smut based on my own experiences lol. It’s a pretty niche story but I hope it’s still enjoyable!

Neither you nor Mayday could recall the last time you’d had sex. It was definitely less than a month ago, but between the stress of caring for your four year old and everyday life, finding time for intimacy was a struggle. Most evenings the two of you passed out cuddling in each others’ arms seven minutes after your heads hit the pillows.

It wasn’t that you didn’t want to have sex. The reality was you were both exhausted and, at least right now, the timing rarely managed to work in your favor. Fortunately it definitely wasn’t always like that. It came in waves; life would be smooth, your child slept well, work was good, and you could get a lot of quality time with Mayday. Then the stormy weather would hit and you would both only just be surviving day to day.

So when your child was finally adequately distracted with some blocks along with a children’s holocomedy and the two of you had gotten more than six hours of sleep the night before you both nearly sprinted to the bedroom.

You squealed as Mayday swept you into his arms, peppering your face and neck with kisses. You knew time was precious and you weren’t about to waste it. You giggled as you both undressed in record time and Mayday wasted no time in running his hands over your body. You were softer after having your child and some days your rounder tummy and less perky breasts weighed heavy on your mind. However, Mayday loved each change and took every opportunity to worship every inch with open mouthed kisses and worshipful words.

“Mmm my beautiful riduur…” his velvety voice rumbled as he squeezed your ass.

“MAMA!!”

“Kriff…” you hissed. You paused hoping your child would refocus long enough for you and Mayday to finish what you’d started.

“MAAAMAAAAAA!” The little voice hollered once more.

Mayday snickered as he handed you your clothes. “Better check on that,” he cooed as he lay down on the bed.

You grumbled as you hastily dressed. “Okay…okay hold this thought!” You squeezed your boobs together, teasing him. “You stay right there and these will be right back!”

Mayday laughed and winked, “Of course mesh’la. I’m a patient man.”

With a quick kiss, you dashed out to the sitting room. You refilled snacks and drinks and turned on the next episode of your child’s favorite holoshow. Once you were certain they had everything they needed to be adequately entertained, you gave them a kiss on their head and you bolted back to the bedroom.

“I’m back!” you puffed breathlessly as you ripped your clothes off once more. Mayday tipped his head back as he laughed before holding his hands out to you, guiding you to his naked form. You bit your lip as you straddled his hips, teasing the tip of his cock along your slit.

“Come here. I’ve missed you,” he growled warmly before lacing his fingers through your hair, tugging firmly yet gently. His other hand teased your nipple, thumbing lightly across your pebbled bud, sending jolts of electricity through your body.

His gaze burned hot with desire as his hand trailed up your chest and firmly grasped your neck just beneath your jaw. He pulled you in for a passionate kiss. You gasped and whined as he slowly pushed between your folds, the stretch intoxicating.

“I’ll never get tired of that,” he murmured against your lips, as he slowly pressed into you, hitting that spongy spot that had you seeing stars.

His fingers tightened slightly around your neck and you couldn’t help but moan. He pulled you in again, his tongue teasing your lip as he thrust up into you with a pace so languid you were nearly begging him for more. Mayday continued his easy pace, his hands maintained their grip on your neck and in your hair, holding your position over him. Your legs shook while every thrust of his cock had you gasping as pleasure surged through you with every collision against that perfect point inside of you.

A chuckle rumbled in his chest as you whined with each leisurely movement of his hips. “What’s that pretty thing? You want more?”

“Stars yes, Mayday. Kriff my brains out, please!”

Mayday groaned, pulling you in for a bruising kiss. His fingers gripped your hair and neck ever tighter as he relentlessly thrust into you, wetness and moaning becoming the only sounds that filled the room as you both careened towards your climaxes.

You came first, he always made sure of that. As your walls pulsed around him, he followed suit, grunting as he spilled into you. You collapsed onto his chest and his arms embraced you. You kissed his neck softly as he whispered, “Love you, cyar’ika.”

“MAMAAAAAAA!!!”

Mayday buried his face in your shoulder, his body shaking with laughter, “Just in time.”

You kissed him once more as you slid off the bed and began to redress. “Excellent timing. And I love you more.”

His eyes traced every inch of you as you dressed, his gaze adoring and soft. “I love every part of you, don’t you forget that, mesh’la.”

You glided to the bed, and kissed him again, this time deeply. He hummed into your lips as his fingers crept beneath your shirt, teasing your nipple again.

“MAAAAAAMAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!”

“Go on,” he chuckled with a soft swat on the ass, “Better find out what the emergency is.”

Your laugh was airy as you ambled to the door. You paused a breath to lean your head back into the bedroom and blew him a kiss. Mayday chuckled as he caught the kiss and held his closed fist to his chest. You wiggled your fingers in a flirty wave and hustled back to tend to your wee one.

Your home was messy, you were perpetually tired, and everything was a little chaotic but it was perfection with Mayday by your side.

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HOTTTTT

They’re so hot.

It’s so hot.

Is it hot in here? *dies*

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