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dystopicjumpsuit · 7 months

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Hi DJ! If you’re still taking first kiss prompts, I was thinking something with “an accidental first kiss” with Mayday could be fun? I could see him freaking out at first and then totally going back for a second one once he realizes there’s feelings involved.

And if you don’t have time to get to this no worries! I hope you’re doing well 🤗 🙏🏻

A/N: Thanks for the ask @lightwise! This inspired me immediately, and I’ve been chomping at the bit to get to it!

Pairing: Commander Mayday x Reader (GN)

Rating: T but minors DNI as always

Wordcount: 629

Warnings and tags: fluff; sympathetic embarrassment

Summary: You accidentally kiss Mayday. Things go better than expected. Also, if you love the idea of accidentally kissing Mayday, be sure to check out @moonlightwarriorqueen’s response to a similar ask!

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You rubbed your eyes, trying to clear your vision—blurred from exhaustion and overwork—as you stared at your datapad. You were up to your ass in paperwork and preparations for the 77th Heavy Brigade’s deployment to the Outer Rim sieges, and you were barely halfway through. All around you, troopers, droids, and GAR personnel hustled through the cargo bay, stacking crates, calling out orders and occasional curses, and generally making an unholy ruckus.

You had just ticked three more crates off the cargo manifest on your datapad when you felt a light tap on your shoulder. Startled, you turned to see the brigade’s commander himself, carrying a ration bar and looking far more handsome than he had any right to when you knew he’d been working just as hard or harder than you had. His beard was freshly trimmed, and his long hair was just as tempting as ever, making your fingers itch to thread through it.

“Mayday,” you gasped. “I didn’t even hear you.”

He smiled. “Didn’t mean to startle you. Thought you might need this.”

He handed you the ration bar, and you accepted it gratefully, realizing you hadn’t eaten all day.

“Ugh, you’re the best,” you said, leaning in to kiss him on the cheek.

“Commander!” a trooper called, drawing his attention, and he turned his head just in time for your lips to collide directly with his.

You both froze, eyes wide as you stared at each other, lips still pressed together.

“Uh, never mind, it can wait,” the trooper said, scurrying away.

You stayed like that for a breath longer, paralyzed by mortification, until at last you pulled away, shielding your eyes with one hand to try to hide.

“Jeez, I’m so sorry,” you mumbled. “That was—I didn’t mean—”

Mayday let out an awkward, strained chuckle. “That’s all right. It was just an accident.”

“Uh-huh,” you said, still refusing to meet his eyes.

He paused. “Hey… It was an accident… Right?”

“Yeah!” you said, your voice coming out in an unconvincing squeak. “I definitely didn’t want it to happen like that…”

You turned back to your datapad, desperately hoping that he would take the hint and just go away, leaving you to die of embarrassment in peace.

He paused. “But you did want it to happen?”

You dropped your head to peer more closely at the cargo manifest, muttering something indistinctly under your breath. Mayday glanced around the cargo bay, then took you gently by the wrist and tugged you behind a stack of crates, shielding you from view of the bustling crowd. His fingertips ghosted along your jaw, softly tilting your face toward his.

“Did you want it?” he murmured.

Unable to hide behind your datapad any longer, you forced yourself to meet his eyes, knowing that he’d see the truth in your expression.

“M—Mayday… I…” You swallowed, then whispered, “Yes.”

He trailed his fingers down your throat, then slid his strong, warm hand to the back of your neck and slowly pulled you closer. His lips were so soft as he kissed you—soft enough to surprise you, even though you’d already felt them beneath your own. You drew in a soft, shuddering breath as your eyes drifted closed. Distantly, you heard the clatter of your ration bar and datapad as you dropped them to the durasteel floor, leaving your hands free to slide around his body as his tongue brushed over your lips.

The kiss ended far sooner than you would have preferred, but Mayday still held you in his arms, gazing down at you with an awestruck expression.

“Kriff,” he breathed. “We should do that again.”

You nodded enthusiastically, tangling your fingers in his hair the way you’d wanted to for so many months and pulling his face back to yours. “Absolutely.”

#commander mayday #commander mayday x reader #the bad batch #mayday tbb #sw tbb #bad batch fanfic #dystopicjumpsuit writes

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eclec-tech · 6 months

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Mayday Mummy! 🎃

I would LOVE to see Mayday ironically dressed as a mummy in a piece of art or in a fic. Bonus points if Hexx and Veetch get to have some fun alongside him. I just think it would be so fun! If any of you see such a thing out there this spooky season, please tag me!

#commander mayday #mayday tbb

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tcwmatchmakingau · 8 months

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Commander Mayday illustration by @nika6q

A Match for Mayday: Chapter 3

Editor's note: This fic is a collaboration between @nika6q (artwork) and @dystopicjumpsuit (story)

Pairing: Mayday x Flower Farmer Reader

Rating: M (18+ Minors DNI)

Wordcount: 2.4k

Warnings and tags: fluff; mild angst; sensuality; smut; fingering; it is not actually impossible for DJ to write a SFW story, but it does cause hives

A/N: dedicated to @nika6q ❤️‍🩹

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 4

“Gorgeous,” Sunni declares with a flourish as she steers you toward her mirror.

“I’m not sure why you’re going to this much effort on me when you’re supposed to be the center of attention,” you point out as you turn obediently.

“Because you deserve a little pampering, and you never have an excuse to get dressed up on Nakadia,” Sunni replies. “What do you think?”

You examine your reflection, taking in the artfully arranged hair, the perfect makeup, and the dress that displays a tasteful amount of skin while concealing all the things you prefer to keep to yourself.

“You’re a magician,” you reply frankly. “I can’t remember the last time I took so long to get ready.”

One of the bridesmaids, Tarsi, flops down on the bed and takes a sip of sparkling wine as she declares, “Nothing wrong with a little self-indulgence every now and then. Everything in moderation, including moderation, am I right, ladies?”

The other two bridesmaids chorus their agreement from the adjoining room, and you smile. Unsurprisingly, Sunni has a delightful group of friends, and they’ve made the week leading up to the wedding far more fun and relaxed than you expected. Tarsi does have a bad habit of trying to talk you into signing up for RTL, though; she’s so proud of her success with Hexx and Sunni that she’s determined to find a match for every one of her friends.

“You’re beautiful, kind, successful, and you live on the most idyllic planet in the galaxy,” she declares. “Troopers will be lining up around the block to meet you. How do you feel about children?”

“I’ll pass,” you say firmly.

“On the children or the troopers?”

“Both,” you reply.

Tarsi pouts but lets it go. Meanwhile, the other two bridesmaids, Brax and Mione, burst into the room carrying a round of raava shots.

“Pregame!” Brax announces. “Everybody grab a shot.”

“Oh, no!” you laugh. “I’m the designated drunk-herder tonight. It is my responsibility to make sure you all make it onto the charter shuttle to Nakadia at the end of the night so this wedding can actually happen. I need to keep a clear head.”

“One shot isn’t going to do anything,” Sunni declares. “As bride, I hereby absolve you of all responsibility if I’m late to my own wedding. Now take the shot.”

You roll your eyes in good-humored exasperation, and you all toss back the raava, reactions ranging from Tarsi’s delicate cringe to Brax’s exaggerated sputter.

“Well, that was awful,” Sunni coughs. “Shall we get this party started?”

The group makes its way through several bars and dance clubs in Coruscant’s mid-levels, each successively louder and more crowded, before heading to a place that is apparently well-known to Sunni and her friends. As the five of you pile out of the air-taxi onto the landing platform, a gigantic sign reading 79’s bathes you all in a neon haze. There are an unusually high number of clones milling about outside the club, but Sunni and the others head straight for the entrance, throwing open the doors dramatically.

“Gentlemen, I have arrived!” Sunni announces with a confident swagger born partly of inebriation and partly of her own innate love of a spectacular entrance.

From inside the club, a cacophony of male voices lets out a deafening cheer interspersed with a few whistles and catcalls. Not for the first time of the night, you wish that you were getting as lit up as the rest of the group, because from the sound of things, you are about to head into exactly the kind of crowded, chaotic environment that seems perfectly designed to trigger your panic response. Right about now, you would kill for some liquid courage, but none is forthcoming, so you square your shoulders and walk into the club.

It’s crowded, smoky, and dark, and the music is loud enough to buzz across your skin and throb in your chest. It is also packed with clones, all of whom look absolutely delighted to see your group.

“What is this place?” you call to Tarsi over the roar of the crowd.

“Clone bar!” she yells back. “Isn’t it great?”

“Great,” you parrot back with false enthusiasm.

Unsurprisingly, the bartender has already poured a round of shots for your group by the time you reach the bar, courtesy of some unknown patron. You know you shouldn’t drink yours, but it’s been hours since you had the raava shot, and you have a feeling you’re going to need it if you’re going to make it out of 79’s without going ballistic, so you toss it back quickly. Within seconds, all five of you are pulled onto the dancefloor, and at least two clones begin to grind on each of you. There are so many people, and your heart starts to race as the crowd presses against you. The lights flash disorientingly. It’s hot and sweaty and loud, and your cheeks are starting to cramp from the overly bright smile you’re trying to keep in place.

You look over to Sunni and are surprised to see her dancing with Hexx. Veetch is plastered against Tarsi, along with a clone you don’t recognize. You can’t see Brax or Mione, because there are three farking clones grinding their dicks against you, and if you have to put up with this for another minute you are going to kriffing lose your shit!

Abruptly, a hand closes around your wrist and pulls you gently but firmly away from the sausage fest. A little space opens up around you, and you finally feel like you can breathe again. You turn to thank your rescuer, and your heart gives a hard, involuntary lurch when you recognize Mayday’s long, dark curls. He asks a question that you can’t hear over the music. You shake your head and point to your ears. He nods in understanding, and his eyes are so damned kind that you want to weep with relief.

Another strange clone starts to move toward you, but Mayday fixes him with a stare that has him putting up his hands and backing away. You don’t want to leave the dancefloor and abandon Sunni and the others, but you’re not sure how you’re going to be able to stay, either. Mayday moves closer and rests his hands on your hips. You glance up at him, startled. He gives you a reassuring smile and starts to move your body to the rhythm of the music.

“I thought you didn’t dance!” you try to say over the music, but he shakes his head to indicate he can’t hear you, either.

Instead, he pulls you closer to himself and oh, Maker. He does dance. He’s a really kriffing good dancer. He moves with a sinuous grace that has your mind racing with the possibilities of what else he can do with moves like that. And while his hands stay well within respectful boundaries, they leave a trail of blazing heat as they move across your body.

You war with yourself. Mayday has you dizzy and off-balance. One moment he’s looking at you like you’re the only person in the galaxy, and the next he’s telling you not to touch him. But now he’s caressing your waist and hips like he never wants to stop, and he’s shielding you with his body, and he’s keeping you safe in the midst of the crowd. It’s a heady experience, to be at the center of that intense focus. Eventually, you stop thinking and simply let go and exist in the moment.

You lose track of time, of place, of people—it all fades into the background, and all you can see is Mayday. The way he touches you, moves you, guides you through the dance. He turns you so your back is to him, and you lean against his strong body, your hips swaying against his. You raise one hand over your shoulder to tangle in his hair, and you feel the heat of his breath against your wrist. His fingers trail over your arm, lighting up the nerves and sending tingles racing through you. And then his mouth descends onto your bare shoulder, his beard teasing your sensitive skin as he works his way up the side of your neck. Your knees nearly buckle at the sensation, but somehow you hold onto both your balance and your dignity.

You are shocked when the bartender announces the last call. How has the time passed so quickly? You’ve been so wrapped up in Mayday that you didn’t even notice as the crowd began to thin, and now it is time to round up the rest of the wedding party and head to the spaceport, where the luxurious private shuttle Sunni has chartered awaited your arrival. You and Mayday are the only reasonably sober members of the group, and so you coordinate with him to hustle everyone into two air taxis.

It’s a loud and raucous trip to the spaceport, but eventually, you bundle Sunni and the others onto the shuttle and perform one last headcount before Mayday signals the pilot to depart. It takes a significant amount of time and effort, but eventually, everyone aboard makes it to their assigned quarters, and you retreat to the shuttle’s opulent lounge to decompress and have a well-deserved drink.

You stop short when you enter the room and find Mayday already inside. You flirt with the idea of fleeing, of going straight to your quarters and trying to get some sleep on the long jump to Nakadia, but it’s too late. He’s already spotted you, and you can’t avoid him without being openly rude.

“I’d forgotten how exhausting it is to wrangle drunk people,” you say as you enter the room.

“Mmm,” Mayday agrees with a rumble. “Makes fighting the war look easy.”

“No, it doesn’t,” you reply.

He smiles. “You’re right. Want a glass?”

“I think we’ve earned it,” you reply, settling into an armchair as he pours two tumblers of liquor out of a mysterious decanter.

The tawny liquid catches the light as he hands you a glass, reminding you of his eyes. You sniff it curiously and are greeted with a sweet, smoky aroma.

“I knew you were a whiskey man,” you say as you clink your glass quietly against his and take a sip.

“I don’t usually turn down a free drink,” Mayday replies. “That doesn’t mean I don’t know the good stuff when I see it.”

You regard him steadily before you ask, “Is that so?”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” he asks, his eyes guarded.

“I can’t figure you out, Mayday,” you say.

At least he doesn’t insult you by pretending to misunderstand. He watches you for a moment, and when you don’t flinch under his scrutiny, he takes another drink of his whiskey.

“I told you I don’t play games,” he says.

“You could have fooled me,” you retort.

“You’re with someone else,” he says in a low voice. He sets his jaw firmly, but his eyes flicker over your body, and for an instant, you see a flash of naked hunger in them. “I’m not going to chase after someone who’s unavailable.”

What the kark? Your eyebrows snap together. “Is that why you couldn’t keep your hands off me tonight? Why every time we’re in the same room, you look at me like—like that?”

“Why the kriff do you think I was avoiding you?” he growls. “When I’m with you, I can’t think straight. I am trying to respect your relationship, but fuck, you drive me wild.”

You let out a short, angry laugh and drain your glass. “You think I would dance with you like that when I was with someone else? I didn’t realize you had such a poor opinion of me.”

“You said you were taken. You—” he pauses as though the words choke him with their bitterness. “You planned your wedding.”

“That was hypothetical!” You set your glass down with a snap as you rise abruptly. “I’m going to bed. Alone. Like I do every night. Which you should have realized when you spent a week in my house.”

“We’re not finished,” Mayday says, rising to block your exit.

“There’s nothing else to say,” you snap.

“What the kark did you expect me to do?” he demands. “I met the girl of my dreams, and two seconds later she told me she wasn’t interested.”

“I said I wasn’t interested in RTL!” you exclaim. “A matchmaker sounds like my worst nightmare. Although at least it would have prevented this level of absolute banthashit.”

“Then—” he begins.

“For kark’s sake, how much clearer can I possibly be?” you cut him off. “Do I need to hang up a neon sign that says OPEN FOR BUSINESS? Do you want me to send you a handwritten letter? ‘Dear Mayday, please tear off all my clothes and have your way with me on the nearest available surf—mmph!’”

Mayday’s mouth cuts off your tirade. His lips crash against yours, his tongue sweeps into your mouth, his hands pull you close against him. He tastes like whiskey, and he smells like woodsmoke and spices, overwhelming your senses. You clutch his shoulders for balance, and then immediately slide your hands up his neck to twine your fingers through his hair. You tug on it gently, and he groans into your mouth in response. His arms tighten around you, pinning you to him as he grips your ass and grinds his hips against you. You let out a strangled moan as you feel the hardness of his cock press against your abdomen.

“This karking dress,” he rasps, breaking away from your kiss for a moment as his fingers find your hemline and snake up the inside of your bare thigh. “Did you wear it just to torture me?”

You open your mouth to respond, but he preempts your response with another breathtaking kiss. He slips past the lace of your panties—thank the Force I wore pretty ones—and glides his fingertips over your heated skin. His hands are as clever and talented as you knew they would be, and a fresh wave of irritation hits you. You tug his hair lightly as you pull away from his kiss.

“I’m still mad at you!” you exclaim. “We could have been doing this for weeks, oooh—”

He slides one of those thick, skilled fingers into you as he drops his mouth to your throat.

“I’m planning on doing it a lot longer than that, mesh’la.”

#tcw matchmaking au #clone matchmaking au #The Bad Batch #mayday tbb #commander mayday #other clones #mayday x you

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imabeautifulbutterfly · 1 month

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Alright I’m back for one more…

May I suggest 11 and 38 with our hubband Mayday?

@coffeeandbatboys I hope you like this one too, love.

Love oo.

Warmth

Warnings: Freezing, falling into a pond, nearly freezing to death, near death, fluff, kissing, comfort, cold, I think that's it. Let me know if I miss anything.

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The snow wasn’t letting up, each step you took only got heavier. You were cold, your body frozen from falling through the ice, who could’ve known there was a pond under all the snow. Thankfully, it wasn’t deep enough to prevent you from getting out, but you did lose your rations. Your hands felt as though they were going to fall off, you kept them hidden under your armpits, hoping they’d warm up a little, but it seemed to only make your armpits cold.

It was just another ten kilometres, you already walked an hour in this weather, soaking wet. At least, when you fell in, you had practically finished your patrol.

And as much as you didn’t mind Barton IV, at this current point in time, you wanted to be warm in your quarters, with Mayday’s arms around you. Holding you close, as he whispered sweet promises in your ear.

Keeping those thoughts going in your mind, was the drive you needed to keep going.

It was almost two hours later, when you saw the outline of the base. You let out a sigh of relief, as your steps faltered on the hard concrete surface. You kept moving, but now your feet somehow felt even heavier.

There was a blurry image of someone running towards you, someone shouted your name, it sounded so close and so far, you couldn’t even move anymore. Your knees crumpled under you as you fell to the ground.

Mayday rushed over to you, as soon as he saw you trudging towards the entrance he took off on a full run to get to you. Before you even hit the ground he wrapped his arms around your back and knees carrying you in his arms inside. He took you to the medics as soon as he could.

He sat beside your bed, his knee bouncing as he held your hand, pressing it to his lips, hoping the warmth from his breath would provide you comfort.

Your eyes slowly opened, you turned your head to look at the person holding your hand, smiling as you saw Mayday sitting beside you.

“Hey…” you whispered softly, unable to talk louder.

His eyes flung open to look at you, he let out a choked sigh, without a thought, he shifted from his seat, sitting beside you on the bed looking into your eyes. “Oh thank the force!” He pressed his forehead against yours, “Maker! Cyare, you had me worried.”

“I’m sorry…”

“It’s okay. What happened?”

“I was running away from some raiders, and … the ice broke. I fell into a pond…”

“You ran? Did you think they were gonna kill you?”

“Thought had crossed my mind” you offer a small smile, although your eyes were barely staying open.

“I want you to know something, cyare, the only one who gets to kill you is me. Trust me, when I say I will make good on promise if you don’t comm when you’re in trouble.”

“I tried, but the cold killed it.”

“Doesn’t matter. Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes, sir.” You chuckled, as you slowly opened your eyes and looked into his eyes, smiling. “You know I didn’t do it on purpose.”

“I know. And that’s the only reason, I’m not yelling at you, or saying ‘You dumbass. Don’t do that. Ever again.’ Understood? This is your one and only near death experience you’re allowed to have.”

“Okay, sweetie. I understand.”

Mayday pressed his lips against yours, needing to remind himself you were there, you were alive and you were safe now. Maker, how he hated the Empire, he hated how they didn’t care about anyone. Even if they wanted to shun him and his brothers, they should at least take care of you.

He lifted you with his arms as he wrapped them around you, hugging you close to his body. He never wanted to think about losing you again. Hopefully, with the new Lieutenant that was to be arriving in a few days, things would get better. At least, he hoped you’d all get some new equipment and supplies.

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melymigo · 2 months

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Kei kona Ā wairua tonu ahau mo Ake tonu Atu/ I am there by you in spirit, always and forever.

It's a Maori proverb that my best friend taught me and always helps me to remember when we're going through tough times; it's something we hold onto and gives us comfort.

Wairua refers to the soul or spirit, that special thing that is in all of us and connects us to god, the universe, or higher power, our guides, and our ancestors. It's about the connection we feel for loved ones who are far away or no longer here and how we still feel them with us every day. It is a bond of love that cannot be broken.

I made this little illustration for my friend to cheer him up. Back then, he was going through hard times. We share the same love for Crosshair; when the Outpost episode came out, he was hospitalized. We always share our opinions on the episodes that come out every week; that week and the following weeks felt horrible. When he was in recovery at his home, we caught up on the series, and when he met Mayday, Mayday immediately became one of his favourite characters.

It's been a year since The Outpost came out, and now with The Return, those words have gained more weight. Still, even though Mayday is gone, what he meant to Crosshair and how he touched his life and changed it will always be with him.

#tbb #the bad Batch #tbb crosshair #Crosshair tbb #the bad batch crosshair #crosshair #tbb Mayday #Mayday tbb #commander mayday #sw fanart #the outpost #the return #tbb s2 e12 #tbb s3 e5 #personal

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coffeeandbatboys · 1 month

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Peeking in real quick with a second ask 👀🎉

I humbly ask for ultimate hubband Mayday

with the number 10 cuz he's a 10/10 marry that man

and 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰

😘💜💜💜

Ohoho, Moonlight. This one.....Wow. It’s one of this iykyk things where happiness is dimmed by impending doom. I suppose it could be a prequel to this one though.

Prompt: “wanted to spend some time with you before I leave.”

Warnings: fluffffffffff, soft sleepy hubband Mayday, lots of kisses and cuddles. Just don’t think about what happens after this.

My Home (Mayday x Fem!Reader)

The first thing you noticed upon waking was the pair of strong arms circling your waist. Next, Your name being whispered sweetly like a prayer, followed by,

“Mesh’la, wake up.”

“Maydayyyy…” you groaned into your pillow. “Wanna sleep.”

“I’m leaving soon, Cyare.”

You rubbed your eyes and squirmed in his hold so you could wiggle around to face him. He wore a sleepy grin and heart eyes as he gazed at you. Impulsively, you cupped his face and kissed the tip of his nose.

He laughed. The sound was low and rough and it gave you little happy goosebumps. You'd miss it for sure.

"Wanted to spend some time with you before I leave.”

You made a displeased noise and buried your face in the crook of his neck. You really didn't want him to go. You placed a couple of kisses on his collarbone. A few rogue tears gathered in your eyes.

"Mesh'la."

You pulled away to look at him, blinking away the little traitorous droplets that begged to escape. "Hmm?"

"There she is." He cooed, peppering kisses all over your face and trailing down your jaw. His slight stubble tickled your skin.

You really really didn’t want him to go, now. "What am I going to do without you, Mayday?"

He pulled back. "I should ask you the same thing, Mesh'la."

You threw one of your legs across his hip and pulled yourself closer, tangling your fingers in his hair.

“Can I come?” You asked, batting your lashes for dramatic effect.

He chuckled. “Barton IV isn’t exactly a welcoming spot to make a home.”

“You’re my home, Mayday.”

His throat bobbed. Leaving you was getting harder by the minute.

“I love you, cyare.” He whispered, pressing his forehead against yours.

You let out a shaky breath. “I love you too. Gonna miss you.”

You made him breakfast and held his hand until he had to leave. He gave you a kiss to end all kisses and promised that he’d come back to sweep you off your feet.

He left an empty spot in your heart that morning; one that unbeknownst to you, wouldn’t be filled for over a year. But until then you’d wait for your love to return.

If only it were that easy.

#star wars #my mutuals #moonlight #commander mayday x fem!reader #mayday x fem!reader #got the mayday bug now #commander mayday x reader #mayday tbb #mayday x reader #commander mayday #tbb mayday #mayday x female reader

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corrieguards · 1 year

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Commander Mayday x reader Summary: Mayday gets rescued and reunited with his lover back on Coruscant, who brings him home and helps him get cleaned up. Word count: 1,7k C/W: sexually suggestive themes, but no explicit smut, slight angst, overall fluff. A/N: this man deserved so much more, so this is my way of making myself feel better about it. Also, thinking about a smuttier pt.2? Idk, let me know what you guys think <3

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The last few months had been some of the roughest ones in his whole life, and that was saying a lot for a clone.

He’d lived through a whole war, witnessing countless battles and gruesome deaths. But nothing quite compared to spending endless days on a freezing planet, watching his men, his brothers slowly die off one by one and being completely helpless in doing anything to stop it.

They had spent years fighting for the Republic. They had fought tooth and nail time and again, to save lives, to give the galaxy a chance at a better life, while having no real hope of actually living in said galaxy as recognized citizens. They had done their job, the job that nobody else wanted to do, and yet what did they get in return?

Left stranded on some planet with no communications or supplies. Completely forgotten and tossed aside. Left to die.

But that was over, he had to keep reminding himself of that fact. He’d survived, and he should be thankful for that.

He’d come across a contact that helped clones who wanted out, right back at the beginning of the empire's start. At first he resisted using it, simply storing it away as a ‘just in case’. He’d held on for as long as he could, telling himself that he was a clone, this is what he was made for and he should be able to deal with it.

But with the death of Hexx and Veetch, the last of his men gone, he finally snapped.

Not even a few hours after he’d sent out the message, he’d been rescued and was in a ship on his way back to Coruscant.

One of the first things they’d asked him was if he had any contacts, any people he could get in touch with for help. Your name instantly popped into his head. He'd hesitated but, what other option did he have? It's not like he had any other civvies to run too.

So he gave them your comm number, one he could recite by heart, and hoped upon hope that you hadn’t changed it since he’d last seen you all those months ago.

—-

You recognised him instantly. It was like the world stopped, your ears ringing and eyes blurring with tears. Despite his overgrown hair and beard, you would recognise your favourite commander anywhere.

When you first got the comm you had to pinch yourself to make sure you weren't dreaming. Mayday, your sweet handsome Mayday was alive, and back here on Coruscant.

The comm was quick, hurried, secretive. It was directing you to some place in the lower levels, so naturally your second thought was to think this whole ordeal was a little too sketchy for your liking.

But the possibility of bringing Mayday home won you over the fear. And kriff we're you glad it did.

He was sitting on a crate, quietly sipping from the steaming mug held between his hands. It was really him. He was right there.

“Mayday?”

Immediately his head shot up, eyes searching frantically, the mug being dropped carelessly on the floor when he finally spotted you.

He was already running towards you when you rushed to meet him, his body slamming into you so hard you had to take a couple steps back to avoid falling over. You felt your throat burn as tears of relief ran down your cheeks. His smell, the same smell you had craved on countless lonely nights, was filling your senses as you clutched on to him for dear life.

His arms were squeezing you so hard you were finding it difficult to breathe, but you couldn't care less right now. The only thoughts running through your head were He’s safe. He’s back. He’s home.

Pressing you face into his chest you sobbed as he rocked you gently, pressing a watery kiss to your head and whispering into your hair “I thought I’d never see you again meshla”

You pulled back just enough to press your lips to his, him returning the kiss in earnest, brows furrowed and hand cupping the back of your head. You could taste the salty mix of both your tears.

Finally pulling back you laid a hand on his cheek stroking his beard and smiling teasingly before letting out a soft giggle

“Well, this is new”

He chuckled, tilting his head and smiling sheepishly “Yeah.. Not my best look I know"

You hummed brushing a thumb over his cheekbone before standing up on your tippy toes and pressing a tender kiss where your thumb had been.

“Actually I kinda like it. It suits you” you admitted, smiling lovingly at him. He huffed out a laugh, ducking down to peck your lips again. Squeezing him one more time you finally separated, hand still firmly clasped in his as you dragged him towards your speeder.

“C’mon trooper, let’s get you home."

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He looked extremely out of place in your cosy apartment, standing awkwardly in the middle of your living room. Everything had been happening so fast and he still hadn’t had a chance to clean himself or his armour and he was too scared to touch anything.

“Hey” you spoke up softly when he still hadn’t settled down “What are you doing silly? Sit down. Make yourself comfortable. You know it’s as much your home as mine”

He hesitated, rubbing the back of his neck before his gaze flicked up to you nervously “Sorry I just don't want to get anything dirty. I’m- well I'm absolutely filthy” he chuckled nervously

Your eyes widened, mentally face palming yourself “Oh kriff I’m so sorry I completely forgot”

“It’s okay-” he started but you were already rushing over and dragging him down the hall way toward the bathroom.

He watched while you rushed about, opening the cupboard and carefully picking out the fluffiest towel, pushing it into his arms.

“Here, you can shower for as long as you want. Just chuck your armour and blacks outside the door and I’ll get them cleaned up for you, okay?”

You pressed a quick kiss to his nose, smiling and stroking his cheek softly before turning and heading out to give him some privacy. But he grabbed your wrist, stopping you and pulling you back around. You gave him a questioning look as he hesitated, glancing around nervously before speaking up.

“I um… I was actually hoping we could shower together?”

"Oh" your lips parted in surprise and he quickly let go of your wrist and hurriedly added

“Unless you don't want to. That’s fine too."

“No, no of course I do. I- I would love to actually” you immediately took a step back into the bathroom and he smiled, pulling you closer to give you a kiss on the forehead.

“Thank you" he whispered against your skin, his beard tickling you and making you giggle

“No need for thank yous Mayday"

"I know" he cups your cheek "But I want to"

You turn your head slightly, pressing a kiss to his palm “Do you need some help with the armour?‘“

When he nodded in response you immediately set about carefully untying the many knots, eyebrows furrowing in concentration as you unravelled all the cloths surrounding his armour. He watched you carefully, loving eyes following your every move as you dumped the filthy wraps on the floor, kicking them outside the door.

Then you moved onto the armour plates, gently removing them with practised hands. You’d done this so many times before, it was comforting to do your little routine once again.

Mayday was thoroughly enjoying watching you as well. He had seen you do it countless times but it never got old. The concentration and gentle patience you exuded was something that filled him with the urge to pepper kisses all over you.

Gentle and methodical. Just like he remembered.

Putting everything in a neat pile when you finished, you turned and smiled when you saw him watching you.

“What?"

“Nothin’” he lazily lifted a single shoulder in a shrug "Just enjoying the view"

You shook your head affectionately "Smooth as ever I see"

"I try" he grinned. "The fact you're so beautiful helps a lot."

"Oh... I see someone's become quite the charmer while he was away" you tease making him scoff

"I've always been charming. I dunno what you're talkin' about"

Patting his chest gently you chuckled "How 'bout you stop teasing, get those blacks off and we can finally get you cleaned up?”

Smiling but complying, he slowly peeled them off as you started stripping your own clothes. He gave you a slow up and down, stupid smile on his face as he took in your bare body. Damn.

He let out a low whistle, making you scoff and raise an eyebrow at him playfully.

"You missed me that much, huh?"

"You have no idea" he groaned, pulling you into his chest. His hand splayed across the small of your back .

"Thought about you all the time. Especially on the extra lonely nights" he winked cheekily, making you laugh.

"Are you flirting with me, Commander? Or... are you just trying to get in my pants?"

He glanced down at your naked form before looking back up at your face "I'd say I've already got that one guarantied."

You rolled your eyes “Yeah yeah, whatever. There'll be plenty of time for that later”

He smirked, leaning in closer “Oh really?”

“Mhm” you teased him, hand slowly dragging up his chest

"I like the sound of that” he murmured, hand slowly dragging further down and giving your ass a light squeeze, making you giggle, his smile immediately widening at the sound.

"Kriff, you have no idea how much I missed that laugh."

Blush spreading across your face, you took his hand in your own and dragged him into the shower.

“C'mon, we’re gonna get you cleaned up. Then-" you pointed a finger at him accusingly "and only then, we can have some more… fun”

He chuckled, pressing an adoring kiss to your hairline and purring against your skin “Yes, ma’am”

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