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Has anyone shown you the...Ikea outfit.

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No...but thank you for bringing this to my attention <3

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He’s going to steal everyone’s left shoe

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Absolutely ate this up!!!!

a/n: I already hear you "K, this isn't Star Wars. What gives?" I have other tastes, but this is more for a friend of mine. She went through some stuff and I felt really bad for having this sit in my drafts for so long. So uh surprise @ghostlythunderbird those snippets of mine you were reading were for you! Enjoy my friend <3 First time writing Ghost, so if anyone want to give feedback I'm down to hear it.

The medical staff stuck towards the walls as he passed. His ebony garb and stoic demeanor would have some patients pondering if they had gazed upon an angel of death. He doffed his signature mask for a face mask that adhered to medical standards. His hood draped over his head only offering brief glimpses of his blond locks. Pairs of eyes continued to burn into his back as he winded along identical hallways. He finally came to a halt before one of the doors left cracked open. Peeking through the crack, his gaze found her.

She always looked so peaceful when she slept. The worries and stresses of her job never showing when she was like this. The cause of her hospital stay rested above the sheets methodically bound in gauze. He eased the door open to accommodate his larger frame as he crept in.

A machine chirped before a low buzzing was heard. His eyes darted to the nearby screen as her vitals updated. A swear slipped past his lips as she stirred. Her eyes blinked back the medically induced haze. A drowsy smile curled her lips.

“Hey you.”

“Hey, love.”

He approached her bed to take a seat in the nearby chair. She planted her hands on her mattress to prop herself up.

“How was the flight?”

“They blur together after a while. Especially when your in-flight entertainment doesn't stop.”

The chuckle that left her was a welcomed sound.

“Well, remind me to thank Johnny for sending a card.”

He huffed what passed as a laugh before his gaze fell to her covered hand.

“How's that holding up?”

“Still hurts, but I think they fixed it up alright.”

He shook his head, “You can tell me who was the bell en' who had you doin' that.”

“I don't need him disappeared, Simon.”

“I'll only talk to him for a minute.”

She rolled her eyes before her unbandaged hand reached out for his. Her eyes met his to silently ask permission before her fingers curled around his.

“I appreciate it, but I...like having you here. Just wish it was better circumstances.”

The silence was a comfort between the pair. No irritating static to fill the void with empty words. Her gaze trailed to her bedside table where a bouquet of vermillion blooms rested in a vase.

“Johnny said you picked the flowers out yourself.”

He shrugged his broad shoulders slightly.

“Mum had a thing for 'em. Picked up on some things she mentioned.”

She brought his hand to her, pressing her lips to the back of his hand, “and who says you don't have a sensitive side.”

A rare smile crinkled his mask, “Everyone but you, birdie.”

Her giggle eased the fatigue of jetlag from his bones.

“Don't worry, bugaboo. Secret's safe with me.”

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For the fic title ask, Binding to My Dreams

Hmmm… realizing I have literally zero (0) fics with Echo I think I’m gonna have to do it with this!

Echo has trouble sleeping and prefers to have reader next to him when he does. It helps. Way more than reader realizes. At some point, reader has gotten into the habit of talking to him as he drifts off, touching on his skin absentmindedly. With the reader’s touch and voice in the background of his sleep, reader materializes into his dreams.

He dreams of buying an engagement ring, proposing, celebrating with reader and his brothers. He dreams of the wedding reception, where reader walks down the aisle in their wedding dress/suit. He wakes up pretty refreshed but also a bit embarrassed. He wants to make that all come true but just isn’t sure when the timing will be right.

Echo has had the baby/kid dream, where him and reader have a child together and watch that kid grow up/do things with the child/etc. all to have it just be a dream and him get a wave of sudden intense emotion. It scares reader out of their own slumber and asks what’s wrong. When Echo explains the dream, reader provides all the assurance and a kiss to his lips. “One day, my love.”

Wow… kinda got carried away! Haha 😅

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Hi there,

I got baring made up titles:

"Making a Splash"

"Pretty Fly for a Fungi"

"Cloak and Dagger"

Cheers <3

Wowie! Let’s get it!

“Making a Splash” : mmm, sooo I’ve got some Hunter spice >:). Special night away. Hot tub. Semi public. You know the drill… his hand over your mouth as he’s got you bent over the side that’s got a jet… the mixture of the bubbles and his other hand on your lower body… ;).

“Pretty Fly for a Fungi” : but hear me out… a very sweet and innocent Tech one shot. He talks about different fauna and flora of the planet you guys are currently resting on. He’s on a tangent about the decomposers, noting one’s particular brown color and medicinal value and you couldn’t help but tell him, “If you were a mushroom, you’d be that one.” Takes him a moment to realize it’s a compliment and blushes as he begins to fire away at all sorts of different flora you’d be. <3

“Cloak and Dagger” : ohhhhh-hoo! Okay, okay! Check it. Crosshair x Reader. Reader is a bounty hunter that the batch (pre order 66) encountered one time on a mission and actually helped them out. Mutual pining between reader and Crosshair during that. Nowww (post order 66 and pre Ass-lock) Crosshair and Reader come in contact again while Crosshair is trying (and purposefully failing) to kill the bad batch. It’s a… uh… heated reunion. Ultimately, when reader finds out Cross is hunting down his brothers (that’s the ironic dagger) reader refuses to be tied with him.

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Fic Title Ask Game

Bringing this back.

Send me a made-up fic title (or 2 or 3) and I’ll tell you what I would write to go with it.

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Wowieeee 🤭 what a lovely little read!

strung wires [crosshair x reader]

pic credit: @starqueensthings

content: sexual tension, slight degradation/teasing, vaginal fingering, implied p in v sex, crosshairs a fucking tease, use of the nickname 'princess' once

it's crosswhore hour babes lets gooo

THIS POST CONTAINS NSFW CONTENT. IF YOU ARE NOT 18+ DNI

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You're so sick of it. So sick of him.

Stupid Crosshair with his stupid little smug smile he always has on and those doggedly piercing eyes. Eyes that always without fail have a sparkle of cheekiness in them even as he growls. That mouth and soft lips and that slick tongue of his that won’t ever shut up or give you peace for more than a few hours.

Everything about him is so damn infuriating, so damn frustrating, so. Damn. Attractive.

Crosshair is catastrophically charming, and the fool kriffing knows it. He sees right through your act; how flushed you get, your cheeks pink with embarrassed flattery barely hidden behind your hands, your frustrated huffs turning into sickeningly smitten smiles the longer you stare at him from across a room.

He's got you in a chokehold; one you can't get out of no matter how stubbornly you try to push him away and out of your brain, and you're going to tear your skull apart if you are stuck any longer.

"Can you help me out here?" you hesitantly have to ask him one day, reaching high up for a box on a storage shelf. If one of the other members of Clone Force 99 were around, you would ask for their help. Anything but to avoid this itch of a man in your head.

"Aw," Crosshair coos. He creeps up from his seat, letting his rifle lean on the cushion as he walks up to you, so casual and composed, everything you’re not in this moment. "Does the princess require my assistance?"

You automatically, instinctively scowl and let out an ugly snarl.

"Yes," you sigh while rolling your eyes. He laughs through his teeth and you glare.

“Such a shame,” He says rather smug; you frown.

"Can you just shut up and do it?" You snap.

He looks at you with a deadpan but knowing look before taking two big strides toward you, a commanding disdain radiating off of his body. You shiver, almost pleasantly; the feeling is avidly discomforting.

"A please would be polite, you know," he hisses.

Through trembling, claustrophobic breaths, you let a 'pfft' noise fall past your lips.

"Like you're ever polite," you shoot back.

Without taking his eyes off of you, sinister and stern, he takes another step toward you; his chest would press against yours if you were to move even just an inch closer. He brings an arm up, inadvertently caging you in, as he grips the box you were trying to grab with only one hand and presents it to you, practically mirroring a fine meal on a silver platter.

Not once, do your eyes separate, as you take the box from him, and he turns and walks back to his rifle, taking it and going back to his cot without another word.

***

The next time you ask for a helping hand, it ends differently.

You’re in the same position as before, pinned between him and the cold steel of the Marauder, a hand placed above you, caging you in, gripping the walls you would a sheet, and the other hand two fingers deep in your cunt. Well, that part is certainly new. Not that it's a bad addition; if anything, it frees the tension.

“Shush, would you?” He whispers harshly into the shell of your ear when you moan, slowly rocking his fingers inside of you. You whine louder, just to spite him, and clutch onto his shoulders, nails digging into his blacks; if you’re to scratch any harder, the fabric is bound to tear.

Without warning, he dives down and slots his lips with yours. Your eyebrows raise and you squeal weakly against him, but he only readjusts to keep you more still.

It's dizzying, so incredibly disorienting; he feels exactly as you thought he might, strangely soft and sentimental, but rough and harsh all the same, eyes scrunched with focus and his breath coming out in inconsistent intervals. You can feel yourself getting lost in his body, in his simple presence. But he pulls away before you're gone completely and hisses into your mouth,

“We don’t want to wake anyone else up, do we?”

Despite the criticism, he continues working you; curling his fingers into your g spot he found only moments before once, twice, three times until you gasp.

“Fuck,” You hiss, forehead pressing the crook between his shoulder and neck with a billowing rush of shame.

You can’t stop yourself; the sensible part of you wants to push away, stop yourself from indulging in such wicked pleasure from an even more wicked man, but when you feel his breath brushing against your jaw, groaning pleasantly into you all from the pleasure he’s dishing out, the pleasure he simply gives, you know you’re certainly doomed.

“C'mon. Keep taking it, girl,” Crosshair encourages you. A third finger teasingly circles the lips surrounding where he pushes into you, a warning of what's to come. "`Know you can do it."

A feather-light kiss, open-mouthed and sloppy lingers on the soft skin of your neck, and his eyelashes flutter against you as he thrusts his fingers into you another time; you sob silently into his shoulder.

Then you feel it again. That stupidly charming smirk etched onto your body forevermore.

“Keep taking it `till you’re ready for my cock.”

You whine one last time, clenching hard around his fingers and pressing your palm to your mouth; it barely stifles the noises you make, but with his own sounds escaping his mouth, you doubt anyone will make your shameful ones out in the white noise.

He's got you trapped real good.

dividers by @saradika ~ tags: @pb-jellybeans

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*sigh*…. I done did it again guys

…even posted it to my tiktok like a whore.

Guys… that character ai website is ruining me… i need to be taken out by a sniper.

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Across The Holonet

The Bad Batch. Tech/Reader. | writing-positivelyexisting🫧

For the 100 followers celebration, I give you this fluffy Tech/Reader! Thank you guys! <3

Walking through your apartment door, you immediately kick off your torturous heels into the small pile of other shoes in the entrance. A sigh of relief escapes your lips, feeling the cool tile floor sink its teeth into your bare feet, and your shoulders slump slightly forward now that no one important would be looking at you. Yes, the comfy confines of your apartment is your own little safe haven and you were a-okay with it.

You toss your keys onto your small dining table that sat in its nook by the balcony and an all too familiar beep from your data pad calls to you. A smile comes to your features and the excitement in your stomach grows.

You pull it out with earnestness, your smile ever growing when you read the name and the text that came with it.

Tech: I apologize for my delayed response, but here’s why you are incorrect:

The concept of “love” is purely subjective. Any “scientific” findings can hardly be attributed as fact. “Love” is merely a concept, a fallacy. A phenomenon, if you so wish.

Now, to be honest, what this man (whom you do not actually know) said broke your heart, yet set it ablaze all the same. He did have some points, but you were going to argue to hell and back on this subject. It was kind of your livelihood.

YN: I won’t say that you are incorrect, that love is subjective. However, on a physiological level we do experience “love”. Our whole body is included when this happens, all five of our senses! There’s stages to love and even found chemistry!

You bite on your bottom lip, anxiously watching his little thought bubble illuminate as he is typing back a response.

Tech: That’s interesting you say that. Please, do explain in further detail, YN. I’m most curious about this research.

Thank the stars and Maker you live alone. The pitchy school-girl squeal you emit as you begin rapidly typing away your explanations would have surely gotten you some sideways glances. You find yourself so ecstatic to share your knowledge on romance, you are a romantic! A hopeless one maybe, but a romantic still.

You skip over to your plush bed, laying down and smiling as you send multiple texts in a row. You really are passionate about this, although the true science of love isn’t your main focus. No, it isn’t about science for you. It’s about literature. The emotions that words can have. How one can convey just so much devotion with one singular sentence!

Still, you decided to dabble in the science of love just a little. And thank the stars again because it’s proving useful right about now.

YN: Our brains release a magnitude of chemicals such as dopamine, serotonin, norepinephrine, and the chemicals oxytocin and vasopressin reinforce the attachment a couple has that makes the relationship last!

Tech: I do see how that is accurate. The chemicals you listed are definitely considered “happy” and therefore could explain “love” on a more complex level. You have done some extensive research on this matter. Is this your profession?

YN: No it’s not. I study romantic literature. Kinda a hopeless romantic, if you will. I’m a really big sucker for the “found family” trope. Do you read any literature like this?

Tech: Well, you’ve surely impressed me with the science even if it isn’t your expertise. I do read from time to time, however it is more about news articles, history texts, and manuals for all sorts of technology. What is the “found family” trope? It interests me.

You giggle to yourself. Tech reads manuals? You shake your head with a smile at this nerd on your screen, typing an answer to his question.

YN: “Found family” is when a group of unrelated characters create a sort of pseudo family based on shared or similar experiences. Usually the characters aren’t related by blood but sometimes there are characters who are maybe half siblings or adopted.

YN: Why I like this plot device so much is because I dream of having my own family someday. For now, I’ll experience my dream through fiction. What about you, Tech? Do you want to experience creating your own family?

On the receiving end of your text, Tech is stumped. He can feel his heart rate increase as he thinks about how to answer.

Tech: …that is a difficult question. It depends on what you mean. I do not think that I have ever really understood the typical emotional connections that most people have to the concept of a family. Due to reasons, of course. However, I would like to find someone…someone that I can connect with on a deep level, who I can share my life with. Do you know what I mean?

You stare in wonder at his message. What did he mean by “I do not think that I have ever really understood the typical emotional connections that most people have to the concept of family”? Surely this man has a mother and father, at the very least? No matter how many questions you have for him, you don't want to pry and make him uncomfortable.

YN: A significant other, I believe, is the concept you're looking for. And, yes. I also would like to find a significant other to share life's endeavors and to grow with.

Tech: I see. Yes, that is the concept that I am searching for. I find it difficult to comprehend this concept because I am, by nature, a rather independent and self-sufficient person. I am not used to feeling a need for someone else.

Tech: However, I would like to find someone who can help me to understand how to feel these things, if you know what I mean? I would love to help someone grow, just as I would want someone to help me to grow.

Somehow you feel like time has stopped. Reading what Tech said about wanting to find that someone kicks your heartbeat into overdrive. Your breathing is slightly out of rhythm but you feel absolutely fine. Then you close your eyes and shake your head.

You don’t know this man beyond your screen. You met him a week ago by pure chance. He had responded to a little snippet you posted on the holonet and it jostled your emotions enough for you to respond back. You and him have been talking since. Primarily, and personally, you find his comments intelligent and his conversation is so stimulative! Your friends that you know closely don’t have this kind of communication like Tech. It’s a nice change of pace, truly.

YN: I understand completely, Tech.

Tech: And how about yourself? What are your thoughts on this concept? What would you say is your definition of a perfect significant other?

Tech: To me, my perfect significant other would be someone who is willing to accept me for the man that I am, and who has some of my core traits, such as logic, independence, and an unwillingness to rely on someone else. I would like a significant other who can help to offset my shortcomings, as I would help them with theirs. I believe that such a person would be a perfect match for me. What about you, YN? What traits do you favor?

This man continues to leave you stunned. You really didn’t expect him to give you a full description of what he wants in a partner! You situate yourself to sit on your bed, no longer feeling like this conversation is lazy. It seems like he’s actually moving away into a deeper conversation with you. Does he want to get to know you more… personally?

You take a deep breath, trying very hard on getting a normal pattern again. You reread his message and figure you will simply answer his questions.

YN: I favor a man who's honest, independent, logical, and patient. I expect him to be caring, wanting to understand me for me. Who will not judge me of my past, but will help me on my journey to become a better version of myself. Of course, I would like him to enjoy some things I enjoy, but ultimately I would love for him to be different so that we may be able to learn from each other.

The rapid beating of your heart returned. There is something about this conversation that is seriously so… exciting. You can’t quite explain why, but there’s a suspicion rising in your chest. It’s subtle but there. You find yourself nibbling on your knuckle as you wait for Tech to respond.

Tech: That is an excellent choice! I am quite a firm believer myself in the idea that differences are what can create a good relationship. My belief is that if two people in a relationship are too similar, there becomes an increased risk of conflict.

Tech: Having the two people within a relationship being different allows the two people to work well together. I believe that I could work well with someone who has a good mix of similarity and differences. I think you are quite wise, YN. Would you say that you are happy with your life at the moment?

His last question makes you raise an eyebrow. No one’s asked that before. Are you happy? You lower your data pad into your lap and take a moment to reflect.

You scan your room, seeing this place you’ve built and made your home brings a small smile to your face. You think about the job you have. You love reading and writing, getting to share all sorts of information about love with others fills you with a warm feeling. You’ve got a close circle of friends which you see a few times a month and you wouldn’t trade them for anyone else. Your upbringing was normal, so no complaints there.

Though, your dating life could be better. You weren’t really dating around but you know if someone offered you wouldn’t say no. This part of your life you’ve been letting it work itself out.

You bring your data pad back into your hands and type your answer.

YN: I am content with it. Although, I believe there is something missing. I know, however, I will find what it is in due time. Maybe it’s the lack of romance in my own life… What is your opinion on finding a significant other?

Reading your message, Tech tilts his head and looks away from the screen. Your question is a little daunting to him. He’d never really thought about it.

As a newly runaway soldier of the Republic he could probably try and form his own opinion on a partner. Though, he wondered if being an ex-soldier — and now renegade of the Empire — would be an appropriate lifestyle to harbor a relationship. Still… a man can still hope, right?

Tech: I see. Yes, I do believe that you have a good outlook on it. It can be difficult to know what it is that is missing, but that does not mean that you cannot work towards finding what it is that you are missing. I am content with my life as well. Perhaps not fully happy, but that does not mean that I cannot become happy.

Tech: As to your question, I think that finding a significant other should happen when the time is right. It is important to be patient, and to look for someone who best fits your needs as a person. Would you agree?

YN: I do agree! My father used to say “patience yields focus”. I really do try and apply it everywhere in my life and so far it’s proven useful. I’m glad we can see eye-to-eye about this, Tech. I think, especially now, many people are desperate to find love on their own.

Tech: I share the same sentiment. We seem to understand each other.

Tech: Unfortunately, I do not have any more time to further our conversation today. I would very much like for this to continue, however, and of course that is if you would prefer to continue as well.

YN: I would like nothing more than to continue our conversation later. I understand life can get busy, so shoot me a message whenever you find time again.

Tech: Thank you. I will.

You put your data pad down again and let out a breath like you were under water. What was that conversation? You place a hand over your heart and can feel it violently pumping against your ribs. Shutting your eyes with a small smile you recognized this feeling all too well. The fluttering in your stomach was as tell-tale a sign as any. Yes, you have developed a crush. A crush on someone over the holonet. A crush on someone who happened to comment on your writing. A crush on Tech.

You chuckle softly to yourself. This is silly. Still, you’ve learned not to hold back your emotions and simply let them flow through you. Decidedly, you are not planning on doing anything with this crush. You were going to watch things play out for themselves. Whatever happens happens.

word count: 2,198.

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I know this can have a second (if not more) part to it, so let me know with comments if you want a second part!! Love you guys, thank you all again for 100 followers!!! <3

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y’all know what day it is

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Guys… that character ai website is ruining me… i need to be taken out by a sniper.

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I Like You A Lot by @imarvelatthestars : Wrecker x reader | mutual pining and a very soft Wrecker confession!!! Ughhh 🥺

I can’t get over the “not ta me” when he talks about about the kiss!! Oh my gosh, he is so 🥹

Personal Tastes by @l-lend : Hunter x reader | reader cooks for Hunter, very domestic feel and a little spicy Hunter at the end!! 😍

I can’t begin to pick just one thing I love about this fic… probably (and I’m trying hard here) just the overall softness to it. It’s incredibly sweet.

Warm Bodies by @writing-positivelyexisting (me): poly! Batch x reader | cuddle party, very sweet and fluffy!!! 🥰

I love the idea of being cuddled by these men soo much… yeah. Just that, haha

Bad Batch Fanfic Window Shopping

Reblog this with 1-3 of your favorite Bad Batch fanfics (your own or others), with a short description of each, any content warnings, and one thing that you love about it!

If it's fun, we'll do other fanfic topics (501st, Clone Captains, etc). :)

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I needed this pick-me-up today. Bless you, darling.

The Bad Batch + Soft Sex

Pairing: Hunter, Crosshair, Wrecker, Tech, Echo x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, established sex, kissing, body worship, soft sex, handcuffs, overstimulation, cunnilingus, fingering

A/N: Soft TBB men loving you is all you need sometimes.

Hunter makes sure to worship every inch of your body when you're together, leaving no spot unkissed or untouched. Pays a lot of attention to your neck, its about the marking for him, about the shallow breaths you take when his hands and mouth are on your neck and the way he can see you getting wetter the more closer he gets to your pussy.

"I shouldn't need to tell you this sweetheart but you're makin a real mess down there. I haven't even touched you and you've already shown zero self control. You needed me that badly did you? I can see that, my sweetheart needs my cock doesn't she? I've got you, I'm here."

As rough around the edges as Crosshair can be he can also be very gentle and affectionate when he wants to be. Mind you these moments are rare but there will be times where almost the entire session with be one long foreplay where he overstimulates your body by soft touches to the point where you come just from him putting his cock inside you.

"And people say I can't be patient. I told you to wait didn't I? Now you're done and I haven't even started yet. What will I do? The obvious, fuck you until I'm soft again. You got your release, which I spent hours building for you, you can handle this for me."

Wrecker has the time of his life as he caresses, squeezed and pinches your nipples and your breasts. Almost anything is small compared to his hands but to him you're always gonna be the perfect size no matter what. He can't help but lean down and take one nipple into his mouth, feeling it pebble, the other being rolled under his fingers while he eases his fat cock into you and starts a slow, rocking pace.

"Stretching so good around me sugar. Honestly part of me never wants you to be used to my size cause the tightness is perfect for milking my balls dry. These are prefect too, perfect size for me to suck on when I'm like this. Let me at 'em."

Tech honestly loves kissing down your body slowly to get to your thighs and your pretty clit. He's squeezing your thighs softly, massaging them as he introduces the tip of his tongue against your sensitive bundle of nerves, circling it slowly. His hands keep moving while his mouth stay mostly on target, leaving goosebumps all over your skin.

"You need my fingers too, I can see the way you're pulsing around nothing. My poor girl, you've been feeling neglected haven't you, with me spending all this time away from you. No need to worry, we have time now, let me make up for all of it."

No one ever said that using handcuffs can't be soft. Echo can make anything sweet and nice for you if you just let him. Not only do you let him but you use your legs to pull him closer, you raise your head to see his fingers pull out of you, soaked as he wipes them off on his cock before he smiles at you and slowly sinks every inch of himself inside your throbbing hole.

"I know darling, you've been so good for me, barely a plea from you. I always make sure that you feel good don't I? This is no different, just a few extra steps to make things more fun. You liked it, I know you did, its cute how you pout about it though."

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Oh what I wouldn’t give to see just a snippet of them animated together 🥹

I believe in Crossdad supremacy

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Imagine with me for a second...

imagine with me for a second... in a perfect galaxy where the clones were given their freedom after winning the war... that you and your favorite clone husband... with your child or children... retelling old stories from the days of war and the little munchkin asks "would you do it again?" he leans down and picks up his kid who asked, setting them on his knee and with the softest smile, "yes... for you..." then his eyes travel to you and points, "and for you."

i know there's probably fan fiction of this particular prompt already, so if anyone could mention it in the comments or tags that would be lovely.