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why is this video seven hours long?😂

Vocal isolation of Rampart screaming in S3E14 🤣

Noshir Dalal hit it out of the park with this performance. I would kill to see a behind the scenes of him doing this episode.

Please feel free to share this anywhere, esp Twitter

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#He’s so pathetic #That’s my favourite part about him

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Howdy! 🤠

Super excited for this follower event! I loved reading the last event’s masterpieces, and I can’t wait for the ones produced from this event! 💕

For my request, could I get Wrecker with Tanzanite in the fall? It’s the perfect day for a cute fall date and they have so much planned, but fem!reader’s period comes early and very painfully. She tries to hide it and keep the date going, but Wrecker notices and changes their plans to make it more comfortable for her. Thanks!

A Change Of Pace

Summary: You have a date with Wrecker, a date you’ve been looking forward to for weeks. And, when your period comes early, you’re determined to make the date happen in spite of your pain.

Pairing: TBB Wrecker x F!Reader

Word Count: 765

Prompt: Tanzanite - Perceptive Love

Warnings: period talk

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni @imabeautifulbutterfly

A/N: Hihi! Sorry this took so long! This ask kept becoming invisible in my askbox. Apparently it's a thing that happens if you have more than a certain number of asks. I hope you like it~

You grit your teeth as a sharp stab of pain makes you want to double over. 

It figures.

Isn’t this how it always happens? You look forward to something, and your period decides to arrive early.

You blindly take some pain medicine, and exhale slowly to try and ignore your pain.

This date with Wrecker has been planned for weeks. You are not going to let a little pain get in the way of having fun with the man you’ve been crushing on for even longer.

You quickly make sure that you’re presentable, which doesn’t take half as long as you thought it might, and you just step out of your bedroom when there’s a knock at your apartment door.

A quiet curse falls from your lips as there’s another sharp stab of pain, but you ignore it with the ease of someone who’s been dealing with these types of cramps for the large majority of your life, and you hurry over to the door.

A blinding smile crosses your face when you see the man standing there. He looks kind of sheepish, and is rubbing the back of his neck, but he looks genuinely thrilled to see you.

“Wrecker! Welcome back!” You move to the side to let him in your apartment.

“Thanks,” He steps into your apartment, his gaze sliding from one side of the room to the other, “Was worried that we weren’t going to get back in time.”

“Oh?”

“Tech broke something on the ship,” Wrecker replies lightly, it’s a lie, you’re sure. He doesn’t like telling you about the realities of war, having claimed, on more than one occasion, that you are his pretty oasis away from the war.

“Well,” You reply with a light smile, “I hope he fixed it.”

His gaze lands on you, finally, and a broad smile crosses his face. “Course, he always does.”

“Good,” You step around him, “I’m almost ready to go. If you give me about 15 minutes, we can head out to the Fair.”

“Looking forward to it,” Wrecker follows you into the living room and drops on the couch, “And you’re sure they’ll let me in?”

“Yeah, of course. I mean, they might not want you to do any of the games, but they’re all rigged anyway, so-” You grin, though it fades as another sharp pain makes you inhale sharply.

You hoped that you were subtle enough that Wrecker wouldn’t notice, but no such luck. 

“Are you alright, angel?”

“I’m fine, honest.”

He stares at you thoughtfully, taking in the way you’re holding yourself, and the way you’re trying to keep yourself from curling in on yourself, and his eyes narrow, “You’re in pain.”

“It’s normal.”

He pauses, “Your lady time,” Wrecker gets to his feet and walks over to you, “How can I help?”

You lift your chin, “We’ve had this date planned for weeks, Wreck. I’m not going to let a little pain stop me-” A particularly strong cramp has a string of curses falling from your lips in Ryl as you nearly bend in two, and Wrecker’s hands settle on your shoulders.

“You know,” His voice is light, conversational, “I’m kind of exhausted, it was a long trip from the outer rim. How about we put off the fair for a day?”

You hesitate, “Well, if you’re exhausted-” You finally say slowly, well aware that he’s lying to you to make you feel better about having to cancel your plans for the day. “You’re sure you don’t mind?”

He flashes a small smile at you and smoothes his hand over your hair, “We’ll both have more fun when you’re not doubled over in pain.” He says, very logically, “Now, how can I help?”

“Can you find my heating pad while I change into something looser?”

“Absolutely.”

Less than fifteen minutes later, you’re curled up on top of Wrecker, your heating pad squished between your bodies as you watch a movie together. He presses a light kiss to the top of your head and presses his hand against the small of your back, “Better?”

You just sigh, “I hope I don’t bleed on you.”

Wrecker laughs, “Ah, angel. Don’t you worry about that. If you do, it’s just a little blood. Not a problem to me.”

You shift and look at him, “You’re the best, Wrecker.”

“Oh, I know.” He grins at you, “But you make me better, angel.”

You flush and press your face against his chest, “If you’re not careful, I’m gonna fall in love with you.”

And he grins, “Well that is the plan, angel.”

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We are being fed😌

Echo girlies how we doing after that fine display by your man?

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they’re both my traumatized babies, and I’d die for them, and I can’t wait to see this duo in action next week

Spoilers episode 14

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“Echo. That’s your name, isn’t it?”

Her voice QUIVERING when she says this made me sob.

Omg.

I wasn’t expecting them teaming up and now I would die for both of them. LET’S GO EMERIE!

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Emerie: we must free the children

Echo: childREN? as in plural???

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This duo is already making me cry

The way Emerie’s voice shook when she first addressed Echo.

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Echo put his whole ARC Troopussy into these last two episodes.

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I hope my non bad batch mutuals see this and wonder what the fuck it means

Happy bad batch eve. If Hunter isn't Elmo I'm going to eat Emerie's shoelaces

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yes to all of this. I love Emerie so much. She is so complex and interesting and this post really does this justice. Put some respect on my girls name y’all

“Remain calm. Cooperate. And you might survive.”

A character study on Dr. Emerie Karr

I’ve had a post about Emerie wandering around the back of my mind all season, but haven’t really been able to pull anything together yet that I felt would do her character justice. In addition, I believe there are other people who can speak to some of her position and experiences in a cult-like environment where she has been raised with bounded choices and lack of agency better than I can, but I will still touch on those things here a bit.

Many people have been frustrated at Emerie’s character, even going so far as to say they hate her for not acting in ways we wish she would and for working in the Empire, conducting horrific experiments, and going along with Hemlock’s plans. While I understand the frustrations, there is nothing that Emerie has done that truly exceeds anything that Crosshair or Cody or Wolffe ever did under the Empire, especially when considering that her actions and choices are all very firmly rooted in a very chaotic, traumatizing, and lacking environment that she was raised in. She may not have had a chip (we don’t know), but regardless, she has not been given the amount of free will and expansive thinking that her clone brothers and Omega experienced during the war and after. Even still, her Jango Fett genes are showing through, with a natural affinity and compassion for children tugging on her latent moral compass the more and more she is around them. 

“Remain calm. Cooperate. And you might survive.” We first meet Emerie in season 2, when Crosshair is transferred to Tantiss after killing Lt. Nolan. She notably uses his name immediately, and seems to have a slightly more caring nature to her than any of the other medical assistants (like Dr. Scalder) that we have seen on Tantiss. She is focused and seems content and dedicated to her work, but wants Crosshair to survive and not be harmed more than is necessary. She seems to have traces of both Tech and Dr. Hemlock in her, with a dedication to science and the tasks assigned to her, and a mind that is obviously adept and capable of accomplishing various procedures. While she follows all of Dr. Hemlock’s orders completely, she shows traces of compassion to Crosshair along the way, and begs him not to try and escape. At this point, her own access card doesn’t even allow her to get outside, and we’ve never seen her on any of the landing platforms. She seems to have an intimate knowledge of how impossible it is to escape the facility (has she tried to herself?)

“She is a clone. And therefore Imperial property.”  Hemlock is talking about Omega here, but the camera pans to include Emerie standing beside him, looking at him. This cinematography choice will occur several times, where dialogue from Hemlock or Omega is overlaid with a shot of Emerie’s face to show that comments about freedom and clones and specimens and choice all have double meanings that include Emerie, even if she has the supposed station and respect of a doctor’s position. At this point it is unclear whether she fully understands how she is just as much a prisoner inside these walls as Crosshair and the other clones are. 

“A prisoner? You are no such thing. It is far safer in here than it is out there.” This is but one of many times that Emerie uses the word “safe” in regard to being on Mt. Tantiss, following the rules, and doing what is expected. She comes to retrieve Omega every morning, mostly chipper and focused on including her in her tasks for the day. She shows care for Omega but is fully absorbed in her duties and what to her is normal daily life. An empty room that locks from the outside is probably the norm for her. For Omega, it is decidedly not, and Omega’s curious but justice-oriented nature begins to tilt the axis of Emerie’s perceptions. When first meeting her, Emerie acknowledges her as her sister and wants her to trust her. It’s clear that she maybe knew of Omega at some point, even though Omega had never heard of her until now. We get a slight glimpse of why that would be, when Emerie tells Omega that she was on Kamino initially but was “sent elsewhere until Dr. Hemlock took me under his wing.” There is a LOT embedded in that sentence. Sent away by Nala Se? Why? What was her initial purpose in being created? Why was she discarded? Was Omega a “better” version of her? Where did she go, and how and why did Hemlock find her and bring her up as his medical assistant, seeing “potential” in her. It’s obvious Emerie’s sense of self-worth, while relatively strong, also hinges on following Hemlock’s orders. All of this screams abandonment and grooming even if not of a sexual nature, and Emerie certainly seems to show the submissive, trusting, and yet fearful disposition one might expect from someone whose life has been defined by those circumstances. 

 “You don’t know she won’t survive. She deserves a chance.”  A conversation about letting a domesticated Lurca hound out into the wild to fend for herself is clearly paralleled with Emerie’s fate. Emerie tries to act as a mediator between Hemlock and Omega, hoping that the girl won’t be hurt or punished. Hemlock scoffs at Omega’s decision to let Batcher go, and her impassioned statement above. He sneers “the flawed logic of an idealistic child. Emotion and sentiment have no place within these walls. You would do well to remember that.” Emotion and sentiment have seemingly been lacking in Emerie’s upbringing, yet they continue to have an influence on her impulses and actions more and more. A testament to this is the fact that she keeps Omega’s straw Lula doll after it is found during a midnight room inspection, and eventually gives it back to her even though it breaks protocol. She will later keep this doll hidden after Omega escapes, and give it to one of the Vault “specimens”, Eva, in an attempt to comfort her. In that initial confrontation with Omega, Hemlock had added a final warning: “Actions always have consequences. Sometimes not in the ways we imagine.” What will this mean in the future for both him and Emerie? Their choices until recently have seemed in line and coherent, but they are diverging more and more.  

“It’s best not to ask questions.”  Emerie once again demonstrates the dichotomy of her perspectives as she affirms the authority and deference that she believes she owes Dr. Hemlock, while also being attentive to Omega’s shift in mood after being told by Nala Se that she must escape. Emerie tells Omega to get some rest, thinking she isn’t feeling well. There is no reason for her to do this other than the fact that she cares about Omega, as against protocol as those feelings are.  

“You’re not thinking clearly. Escape is not possible. This is for your own good.”  After finding Crosshair and Omega ready to escape through the Lurca hound tunnels, she begs both of them to see what to her is reason and sense. She doesn’t want either of them to get in trouble or be hurt, and would have covered for them if they would simply surrender and return to their cells. She affirms again that escape is not possible, from her perspective, and that what is best is quiet acquiescence. We see this continued struggle between her own budding moral compass, her sense of duty, her fear, her belief that it is safer to stay and to be quiet and to stay small. After they escape the facility, she finds out that Omega’s blood is the binder they have been looking for all along, and partly out of scientific duty, and partly knowing that this knowledge is the only thing that will save Crosshair and Omega’s escaping ship from being shot down, she informs Dr. Hemlock. 

“Do you trust me? I’ve spent years working by your side. I could be more useful.”  Before Omega is recaptured, we get an entire episode from Emerie’s POV (which also establishes her as a very important character for the remainder of the season). Here we begin to see more of her conflicted moral compass, and also her budding sense of self esteem. “You wish to be the new chief scientist Dr. Karr?” “I believe I’ve earned it.” This fully encapsulates the dynamic that these two “doctors” have shared over the years. Emerie knows that Hemlock only values things that are useful, and probably only sees her own value in the light of what she can contribute, due to how she was raised and the circumstances she has been trapped in. Hemlock’s tone of voice implies that he has never considered her as being the new chief scientist, and yet he acquiesces quite quickly, almost as though he’s just too busy to think about it and if it means things are brought back up to production standard then he’s fine with her taking Nala Se’s place. His utter disregard for Emerie as an actual human and someone with merit is disgusting, but to Emerie it comes across as respectful benevolence (as long as she follows the rules). It is good to see her start to stand up for herself, although she has no idea what she is getting herself into.  

“You’re safe SP-32.”  Emerie’s experiences watching over the children in the vault begin to chip away HARD at the beliefs she has grown up with and the perspectives she has kept herself sheltered behind. She initially tries to connect with one of the children, Eva, but Hemlock quickly stops her and tries to force his perspective that these are simply “scientific assets. Specimens.” The children defy this characterization at every turn. Eva compliments Emerie’s glasses, shares her name. Jax reiterates that his number is not his name when he tries to escape, and Emerie spends the entire sequence of him trying to escape torn, worried for him, and disgruntled at how violently Scorch and the other commandos treat him. Her conflict continues to grow as Eva asks how Jax is after the escape attempt, and she has to face her duplicity in telling Eva everything would be fine, when it is not. 

“They’re children. Like I was. Was your plan to discard them too?” Finally, Emerie confronts Nala Se, and we get more of a glimpse into the circumstances of her childhood. Emerie obviously carries enormous bitterness and resentment for however Nala Se treated her and the choice to abandon her in favor of Omega, and she throws this back in Nala Se’s face asking why the rest of the children in the Vault haven’t been protected either. “The Empire will keep them in order to control them” — once again a layered statement that includes Emerie’s own position. “They don’t belong in here” — Omega’s hopeful and determined perspective has gotten through to her on some level, just as it did with Crosshair. However, despite her growing sense of guilt and remorse, Emerie still feels powerless and at the mercy of her environment. “I don’t have that kind of power.” But Nala Se challenges her that she does, and that her choices going forward will need to be hers and hers alone. 

“And where did this child come from?”  Emerie starts to take small steps towards more independent choices when she insists on accompanying Scorch to pick up the next force sensitive child. Whether her plan was to try and fudge the results so he could be returned to his home, or just find out more information about how these children are procured and how many are being kidnapped, she can’t change the outcome of Bayrn being brought in. But her dismay at how young he is and how much worse this situation keeps getting is evident. Just as telling is Hemlock’s misinterpretation of her hesitation of taking in another “specimen.” He thinks she’s afraid of them harming her in an escape attempt. He doesn’t see that her personal convictions have started to become louder in her mind and heart than his commands and manipulation. She continues to take steps toward autonomy by comforting Eva, using the girl’s name, and bringing her Omega’s straw toy, that she had kept against orders. The situation is wearing on her more and more. But there’s hope for her yet.

“Emerie, you don’t have to do this.” Once Omega is back on Tantiss, Emerie retreats back into her shell a bit as Hemlock orders her to test Omega’s blood again. She knows what will happen and where Omega will be taken when the sample comes through, and she looks utterly defeated and cornered, sighing, her shoulders slumped like Crosshair’s when he was still imprisoned. Yet even as far as she’s come, she can’t see a way around completing this task. “I’m sorry, but I do.” She tries to soften the blow with “for what it’s worth, I’m glad you’re safe.” But Omega is not having it. “Am I??” Emerie knows she’s not, sighing in fear and resignation again as Hemlock takes Omega away to the vault. She tries to console herself by giving the children better games to keep their minds engaged, and pointedly asserts her rank and decision to keep Omega in contact with the other children even when Dr. Scalder disagrees with her choice. Her confidence is still growing. Her sense of right and wrong is slowly becoming more and more defined. She is now starting to show a split front between her attempts to placate Omega vs. the questions and doubts that have been festering inside her. Will she finally be able to push through her fears and use her influence and position to help the children, the clones, Omega, and the Batch escape by the end? Or will she remain trapped in a life that she didn’t choose but that she has long since begun to question and pull away from?

Just like the rotating dial of test vials that she oversees every day, Emerie’s moral compass continues to inch closer and closer toward a resolution, until hopefully it will click fully into place. And when it does, Hemlock will (hopefully) regret every ounce of trust he’s ever placed in her. And Omega will hopefully be fully justified in the trust, pleas, and examples that she has been giving Emerie, her big sister, this whole time. Emerie’s sense of identity, justice, and conviction hang in the balance. She can be an agent of change for everyone’s fates, if she chooses to step into her own.  

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that’s it, I’m logging off for the night

Explain the equation of your dad being the one who showed you Star Wars but at the same time you still have daddy issues and now you’re attracted to copy and paste men.

#JFC #logged on and wasn’t even scrolling for 30 seconds before I got personally attacked #have never felt more called out in my life

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If you're fifteen or older an still sleep with a stuffed animal please reblog this.

My friend is embarrassed and thinks she’s the only one and I said id prove her wrong.

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Hilarious random Bad Batch headcanon:

Whenever they know an explosion is about to go off, someone yells “Earmuffs!” and the person closest to Omega will grab her and get their hands over her ears before the explosion goes off. This is to give her as much ear protection as possible and to mitigate whatever potential hearing loss she might acquire because she doesn’t have the same protection their helmets give them.

Wrecker doing Explosion!Earmuffs is hysterical because his hands are just so comically large in comparison to Omega’s head.

Echo usually winds up wrapping his left arm around her head and pulling her into him to do a modified Explosion!Earmuffs.

Hunter will also use his whole body to protect Omega while he’s doing Explosion!Earmuffs. (Protective Dad is going to protective.)

Tech is a bit more of a spider monkey and gets Omega wrapped up safely with his arms as he’s doing Explosion!Earmuffs.

Crosshair, when he rejoins, is more straightforward. He just gets his hands over her ears when he realizes what “Earmuffs!” means.

And sometimes, it gets extra funny when the situation is super chaotic.

Something is about to blow up. Everyone yells, “Earmuffs!” at once and dives for Omega. Once the explosion goes off and the dust settles, Omega is in the middle of a pile of her brothers with their hands layering over her ears. When asked if she’s okay, she just smiles sweetly and goes, “I’m fine.”

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Andrea Swift is so real for wanting Kim Kardashian dead

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Can we talk about Sami for a sec?

She's not the precocious kid. Not the one with the sweet voice who'll break your heart with their innocence, curiosity, and optimism.

She's not the defiant kid. Not the one who'll rage and fight and inspire you with their rebellious spirit.

But she's the one taking it upon herself to care for baby Bayrn. She's the one gently reminding them of how to keep out of trouble. She's the one trying to reassure the new kid that things won't feel this bad forever.

I'll always have a special place in my heart for the kids that aren't as noticeable as their peers. The ones making themselves as small and silent as possible to keep everyone else safe and happy. Don't worry. We see you too.

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"no attachments" in SW literally just means "don't be selfish and possessive". that's it. that's all there is. doesn't mean jedi can't have friends and loved ones. they can. just. don't be possessive and selfish about it. don't murder thousands of people in an effort to save one.

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Love how Echo came back (FINALLY!!!), had everything they needed for their plan prepared, and proceeded to single-handedly do the work and save the day when they had to change the plan last minute.

And on the other side there's Omega copying him by being 1 hundred precent confident and competent as well. Making plans to escape with the other children. Echo would be so proud.

Like yeah, not much honestly happened this episode, but Echo came back just to be badass and I'm here for it.

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OH DANG OKAY LOL, I cannot with the vibrating chihuahua joke😂 here I am uh respectfully requesting soft dom Fox🙏

Obedience

Summary: A moment alone between you and Fox

Pairing: Commander Fox x F!Reader

Word Count: 1231

Warnings: Smut, dom/sub dynamics

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni

A/N: I don't know if I'm happy about this one. But I did my best. I think the problem is that I spent too much time focusing on it.

Warm fingers trail down your side as you lean, heavily, against Fox. He’s still dressed in his armor, as he just walked through the front door, but he seems to be in a mood, as the moment the door shut he was on you. 

His fingers are gentle as he tugs the knot at the back of your neck. The knot that is keeping your dress on.

“So pretty,” Fox breathes out, his gaze almost molten as he pulls away long enough for your dress to pool at your feet. His touch is almost reverent as he drags his fingers over the delicate lace of the lingerie that you’re wearing. “This is new.” He murmurs.

His fingers brush over your nipples, and you try to arch into his touch, “Wanted to surprise you,” You reply, your voice hushed.

“It worked.” He praises gently before he leans in and presses a gentle kiss to your forehead. And then he shifts so that his lip is pressed against your ear, “Bedroom, ad’ika.” Fox’s order is so soft and gentle, that the idea of disobeying him never once crosses your mind.

You wait until his hands are no longer tracing the lace of your bra, before you back away and then turn to head to the bedroom.

Fox doesn’t join you right away, taking his time with removing his armor and setting it neatly near the door, where he can get to it when he needs it. But even then, it takes less than a minute before he’s stepping into the bedroom to join you.

His dark eyes drag down your body, and then he releases a soft laugh and steps closer to you. Fox lightly trails his fingers over your neck and he tilts your head back just enough that he’s able to catch your lips with his own.

Fox trails his tongue along your lips, nips gently, and then soothes the spot with his tongue, before he pulls away and lightly presses his forehead against yours.

He looks at you like you’re the only woman in the galaxy, and you can’t help the slightly flustered blush that raises to your cheeks.

Fox’s smile widens, “Clothes off, ad’ika.” His fingers trail down your throat, across your collar, and linger at the lace of the straps, “Or, perhaps you’d rather I undressed you?”

“Please?” You whisper.

“Please what, ad’ika.” He keeps his voice gentle and light, “I’m not a mind reader.” Though the way his lips are curled makes it clear that he knows exactly what you want from him.

“Undress me.”

“Good girl,” Fox drags his hands to the clasp of your bra, located on the front, and he deftly unclasps it before pushing it off your shoulders and to the ground. 

He spends a long moment focusing on your breasts, caressing the soft skin, lightly pinching your nipples, ducking his head to press lingering kisses against the freshly exposed skin.

Being so, so careful to not leave any marks.

“Fox,” His name falls from your lips in a breathy sigh as he finally wraps his lips around one of your nipples and he flicks it with his tongue.

He pulls away and presses a kiss against your sternum, “Oh, ad’ika, you know better,” Fox’s voice, still gentle, has a hint of scolding in it.

Your hands come up to thread through his curls, “‘m sorry, Commander.” You mumble.

“Already forgiven,” He kisses your sternum one more time as his hands finally slide to your hips and he eases your panties down your legs. 

You’re already wet, causing the thin material to stick to your skin. It would have been embarrassing if Fox’s eyes hadn’t lit up with delight as he noticed it. 

“Already so aroused, ad’ika?” He asks as he kisses up your torso, scrapes his teeth against your throat, and then stops with his lips hovering just over yours. 

“Still,” You correct as you lean in to try and catch his lips, only for him to move back slightly, pulling a small pout to your lips, “Still aroused.”

Fox blinks at you, uncomprehendingly for a moment, before a slightly smug grin slides across his face, “From this morning?”

You nod mutely.

“Did you touch yourself today, cyar’ika?”

You shake your head in the negative.

He kisses you quickly, catching your lower lip between his teeth for a moment, before he pulls back, “Good girl. So good for me, obeying my orders all day.” Fox praises, his words tumbling through your body and making you shiver with arousal.

He considers you for a moment, and then his hands move to your hips.

“You’ve been so good,” Fox murmurs, as he walks backwards and sits in one of the chairs in the room, pulling you with him. And, for a moment, you think that he’s going to let you ride him.

But instead he directs you to straddle one of his thighs and he slowly directs you to grind against him.

You release a keening moan at the sensation of his strong leg beneath you and the feeling of the rough material of his blacks scraping, pleasurably, against your clit.

You rock your hips, chasing that feeling, and Fox leans back in the chair, his gaze darting between your tits, to the spot where you’re grinding against him, to your face.

“There you go, cyare.” He murmurs, “Look at you, you know exactly what I want from you. So clever. So good.” His hands trail across your body, caressing every inch of skin that he’s able to reach, “I want you to cum all over my thigh, cyar’ika. Can you do that?”

You release a quiet moan, so lost in your pleasure that you don’t quite answer him. The coil deep inside you is tightening and you’re so, so close, but you can’t quite push yourself over the edge on your own.

His hand smoothes up your spine, “I know you can, cyare.” Fox murmurs, pulling your attention back to him, “Will you be my good girl and cum for me?”

You whine, “Can’t…Commander-please, I need-” 

“Shh, I know what you need, cyare.” Fox murmurs, “And you’ll get it, I promise.” He leans in and presses light kisses across your face, “but you have to cum first. You can do that, I know you can.”

He shifts and presses his lips against your ear, praise falling from his tongue as you start moving a little faster. 

“There you go, cyare. You’re doing so, so good-” Fox murmurs as he lightly nibbles on your earlobe, “Cum for me, sweetheart.”

And the coil snaps.

Your hips stutter to a stop as your orgasm washes through you, and you feel Fox grip your hips to keep you perched on him as you tremble. 

As you come back to yourself, you see that he’s already removed his shirt. “You did so good, making a mess like you did.” Fox praises, “I want you on the bed now, cyare. On your hands and knees.” He cups your cheek with a gentle hand, “You looked amazing like that, cyare.”

“Thank you,” You mumble as you rub your cheek against his hand.

“Next time, we’ll have to try that with me in my armor.” His smile becomes slightly sly, “Maybe in my office. But that’s for later.” He taps your thigh, “Bed, cyare.”

And you smile at him, “Yes Commander.”