#mayday x reader

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here me out, miguel w a daughter who adores mayday

Babysitting Mayday! // Miguel O’Hara x Daughter!Reader X Mayday Platonic

✮ fem reader!

✮ teen reader WOOO

✮ reader is hesitant on looking after mayday at first but warms up

✮ i think thats all??

✮ SEND MORE IDEAS FOR DAD MIGUEL!!

✮ i got a lil carried away w the req 😭

You scrolled through your phone absentmindedly, too caught up in the thoughts running wild in your head to realize the front door was open. You also failed to hear the loud clamor of Peter eagerly dashing down the hallway. What brought you out of your head was Peter’s frantic calls of your name. He waved his hand at you, smiling widely. Mayday, who was on the baby carrier that was wrapped around his chest, babbled cheerfully, clearly mocking her father’s giddy attitude.

“Peter, what are you doing here?” You turned off your phone and tossed it aside.

“I’m here to lend Mayday over to you!” The smile on his face grew impossibly larger. Mayday threw her cubby fists up in the air, kicking her feet back and forth as she let out a gurgled “Yeah!”

“Wait, what?”

Peter put his hands under Mayday’s armpits and lifted her up. “Yeah! Miguel told me that you’d love to take care of Mayday.” He placed Mayday on the couch, chuckling softly at her when she flopped forward onto the couch. She pushed herself up and shook her head, her rumpled ginger hair swayed along the action.

Peter set his hands on his waist and turned his attention over to you, his smile dropping at your aghast expression. “Did he tell you?”

“No! He didn’t tell me.” Your eyes trailed off to Miguel’s bedroom where he was peacefully sleeping, unaware of the situation that was unfolding in the living room.

“Oh…” Peter frowned, unclasping the baby carrier around his chest. “I’m sorry to dump her on you, kiddo.” Peter’s genuine empathy did lessen the annoyance of the whole thing. He looked truly upset for you. “I wish I could take her back but I already promised to take MJ out on a date.”

The mention of his date made you notice the crumpled black suit Peter was wearing. His suit was crinkled and untucked, and the white button up was pooling out of his jeans. His tie was loose and sweat stains were seen on his shirt. His hair which looked like it was styled properly before he came rushing over here became messy and unkempt. Peter toyed with the cuffs of his suit, flashing a charming smile at you. “How do I look?”

“Oh, uhm—!”

The loud trill of Peter’s phone saved you from the inevitable truth. He jumped at the sudden noise and fished his phone out of his back pocket, walking away from the living room and into the hallway to privately talk to who you assume is MJ.

You look over to Mayday and weakly smiled at her. “I’m stuck with you now, huh?” As if she understood you, she clapped her hands together, smiling back at you.

Peter comes back, placing a large bag filled with Mayday’s necessities and what not. He quickly informs you of Mayday’s schedule, what to feed her, when to change her, and other things you dreaded doing. He finished his rambling with a loving kiss on Mayday’s forehead and chaste goodbye with you.

The front door closed and you were officially alone with Mayday for the time being. You awkwardly looked over to Mayday, a small snort leaving your lips as she rolled back and forth on the couch. Though, your laugh was cut short when Mayday rolled too close to the edge. You let out a gasp as you reach out for her and catch her in your arms with ease.

“Jesus, Mayday. You almost hurt yourself!” You tell her, knowing she couldn’t fully understand you. Mayday only giggled in response and began clambering out of your hold. This is going to be a long night.

The loud joyful shrills of a little baby sounded in the house, disrupting Miguel from his nap. With a groan, he got up from the bed and slipped on the unicorn slippers you gifted him for Father’s Day. He let out a yawn and he sleepily shuffled out into the living room.

“What’s with all the noise?” He grumbles out, bleary eyes blinking harshly under the bright light.

His question was answered with little Mayday darting past him, giddily squealing as you chased her. Miguel rose a curious brow, watching you scoop Mayday into your arms. “I caught you!”

“Why is Mayday here?” He squinted at Mayday, letting out his signature sigh. He treaded his way into the kitchen to make himself his coffee.

Mayday crawled out of your arms and wrapped her legs around your neck, resting her little body on your head. You placed your hands on her tiny knees to root her in place as you walked over to Miguel.

“Apparently, you told Peter that I’d babysit her today.” You looked at him with such an accusing look that Miguel had to roll his eyes. “Oh, I did?” He put a pink princess cup under the coffee maker and watched with tired eyes how the cup filled up with his bitter coffee. He was using the coffee cup you gave him when you were little. Removing the cup out of the coffee maker, he took a quick sip before smirking at you.

“I don’t remember saying that.” His voice was a mix of amusement and sarcasm. To mask the growing shit-eating grin on his face, he brought the cup back to his lips and started drinking from it.

You gasp dramatically. “Yes, you do! You did this on purpose.”

“Don’t act like taking care of Mayday is so hard,” Miguel said, ruffling Mayday’s hair with his hand. “Isn’t that right, mamita? She’s just being dramatic, isn’t she?” Miguel spoke to Mayday in his baby voice. She babbled in response.

Miguel plopped down on the couch, sipping his coffee as he grabbed the remote. “I didn’t want to babysit her for another time so I told him that you’d babysit her,” Miguel says, surfing through the channels to find anything that piqued his interest.

Your eyes widen in realization. “Is that why you took a nap in the afternoon? So he wouldn’t see you?”Mayday’s hands gripped onto your hair, pulling and playing with it. “Ay! Mayday.” You grabbed her sides and removed her from your shoulders. Your fingers grazed her stomach, and squeals of laughter left her as you tickled her. Her hands let go of your hair in the process.

“Yeah,” He takes another sip of his coffee. “I told him I was busy with work.” A light chuckle escapes Miguel. “I don’t know why he believed me. I’m off on Saturdays.”

With Mayday in your hands, you decided to drop her on him for revenge. You dropped Mayday on his chest, her body tumbling down his chest and onto his thighs. “Careful with my coffee!” Miguel scolded, jerking the hand that held the coffee cup away from the destructive toddler.

“My bad.” You laugh, laying down on the sofa. Mayday notices you laying down and waddles her way over to you, flopping herself onto your stomach. You run your fingers through her hair, soothing Mayday to sleep.

“She’s so cute.” You whisper, smiling at Mayday who’s curled up into a ball on your stomach. “She reminds me of you when you were younger,” Miguel says softly, his heart warming at the sight of you and Mayday.

Your mouth drops open in shock. “I was not this crazy as a baby.” You couldn’t remember the last time you were able to sit down in peace ever since Mayday arrived. There was no way you were as energetic as her.

“Oh, you don’t remember, but I do.” He shakes his head in amusement. “You pooped and peed everywhere—“

“—Okay, okay! I don’t see the reason why you needed to mention me crapping and pissing everywhere.”

Miguel fights back a laugh as he shrugs. “But it’s true.” You scoff playfully, your eyes moving to the TV screen to watch whatever Miguel put on.

A comfortable silent blankets the three of you. As your eyelids begin to droop, your hand cards through Mayday’s hair one last time before you knock out. The stress of today finally catching up on you. Though, you couldn’t complain. Mayday was fun to have around. Maybe babysitting Mayday wasn’t so bad.

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[nahoney22]

Desperation***

Commander Mayday X F!Reader

word count: 4.6k

When you find yourself supplying the Clones on Barton IV, you’re introduced to the Commander who you find out to be in need of some loving.

warnings: NSFW, 18+ Only. Female reader with medium/long hair, Explicit sexual content, semi-public sex, desperate/needy sex, dirty talk, consensual rough sex, light dom!Mayday, nipple licking/kissing, pussy/ass eating, fingering, missionary position, cowgirl position, doggy position, light hair pulling, explicit language, creampie, sex with a stranger, pet names, neck biting/kissing, spanking, praises/talking you through it, cum denial, slight cockwarming, size kink, very minor mentions of insecure reader, aftercare. Self indulgent tbh.

Authors Note: it’s about time I wrote about this handsome chap. Queued Post.

The wind roars through your hair, and the frigid air hugs your body as you disembark from the ship. Your superiors from the Empire had tasked you with delivering crucial supplies to an Outpost on Barton IV, and the biting cold made each breath a challenge.

"Keep moving!" a stern stormtrooper orders from behind, breaking your trance-like gaze at the shadowy settlements ahead. You apologise softly and pick up a crate, forging ahead through the heavy snow that cascades down on you and soaking your coat.

The door slides open with a hiss, and your eyes gradually adapt to the dimly lit room. Droids efficiently shuttle crates from one side to the other, creating a sense of controlled chaos. Seeking refuge from the chill, you step inside, grateful for the faint warmth the shelter provides, and gently set down the crate you were carrying.

"Can I be of assistance?" A familiar voice calls out – the voice of a Clone. You've had extensive experience working alongside them long before the rise of the Empire, making it easy to recognise the distinctive baritone. It had been a while since you had seen one truthfully, slowly but surely they were being discarded and replaced.

As you turn, your heart skips a beat. Leaning casually against a stack of crates, he watches you intensely with captivating eyes that seem to shine even in the dimness of the room. His long, pushed-back hair and thick beard only add to his undeniable allure. Your voice quivers with timidity as you manage to speak, "I am here to deliver the supplies."

He chuckles, a touch of sardonic amusement in his tone, and takes a step closer. "You mean the supplies my men and I requested fourteen rotations ago?" He stops in front of you, and you find yourself looking up at his imposing figure. Your knees shake, not from the cold, but from the mesmerising presence he exudes up close.

"I only just received the order," you explain with a frown, though it comes as no surprise that the Empire isn't particularly prompt with deliveries. Especially to clones.

He raises a brow, folding his arms across his broad chest. "Typical."

You nod, finding common ground. "Sorry, Commander...?"

"Mayday," he replies with a hint of a smile, acknowledging the use of someone who wasn’t one of his brothers, using his title for once. You shake his hand, replying with your name too.

"I appreciate the respect, and the supplies. My men haven't been faring too well."

"Better late than never, I guess," you offer with a small chuckle, but he doesn't reciprocate the laughter. Instead, he continues to gaze at you with eyes that leave you feeling both intrigued and flustered.

"Are, uh, your men around? I'm a trained medic, and I could take a look at some of them," you ask, trying to divert your attention from the intensity of his stare, wondering if it's just the lighting playing tricks on you or if you had caught him looking you up and down.

He nods, indicating that his men are at the back, and you follow him. The stormtroopers you arrived with stay behind, seeking warmth by a large heated lamp. "I've got men back here—some wounded from bandits, and others suffering from the cold," Mayday explains. Your heart sinks as you observe the living conditions. The place is freezing, and there are barely enough beds to accommodate everyone. In one corner, Clones are groaning and tending to their own wounds.

It's evident that they could have desperately used these supplies months ago, not just weeks.

"This is... this is horrible, Commander," you exclaim, both of your hands cupping your cheeks as you take in the dire conditions. "How long have you been here?"

"Just over a year. But these crates are finally getting shipped out, so we're hoping to get away from this mess soon," Mayday sighs, though the hope in his voice wavers.

You immediately get to work, moving around each of the men, providing your medical expertise and tending to their wounds as best as you can. The men visibly appreciate your help, and you instruct the patrol you arrived with to set up more heated lanterns to provide some comfort. Though they seem hesitant, they eventually comply.

"I didn't know you were a Lieutenant of some kind?" Mayday asks as you kneel in front of one of his brothers, Hetch, carefully tending to a nasty wound on his calf.

"Oh, I'm not. I'm... I'm nobody, really," you admit, feeling a sense of reluctance to associate yourself with any title under the oppressive Imperial rule.

Mayday chuckles, and you look over your shoulder and up at him curiously. "What?"

"You say you're nobody, but you definitely put our replacements in their place," he remarks, a hint of admiration in his eyes.

"Only when I have to," you respond honestly, and he smiles in response. "A woman's touch."

"Maybe it's a woman's touch we all need," he says softly, and it feels like there's more to his words than what's said aloud. He seems flustered by his own comment, quickly changing the subject and distributing the supplies you brought. Meanwhile, you remain stunned, silently continuing your work. His words and the look in his eyes hint at something a lot deeper and it made you very curious as to what.

As the hours pass, you remain relentless in your commitment to taking care of the troops, despite the rude mutterings from the stormtroopers who are clearly eager to leave. Unfortunately for them, the weather conditions only worsen with time, making flying out tonight an impossible task.

"A drink, ma'am?" Mayday offers, and you find yourself seated on a crate near one of the lamps, appreciating the warmth on your hands even though your torso continues to shiver uncontrollably.

"Please," you shudder, gratefully accepting the steaming cup of caf. The addition of caffeine to their drinks provides some comfort to the troopers, who had been surviving on plain boiling water. "And you can just use my name," you smile, not fond of formalities.

He chuckles, acknowledging the request, and sits on a crate beside you, sharing the warmth of the lamp. Mayday notices your shivering and frowns, concerned. "You're still cold?"

"A little. I thought my coat would help, but I think it's still wet from when I went outside earlier," you admit, brushing a hand over the sleeve, which, as expected, leaves behind a trace of snow and ice on the floor.

"Take it off."

He suggests with his voice seemingly innocent, but you can't help but feel a subtle hint of sensuality and allure in his words.

You look back at him, your heart fluttering at the suggestion, finding his simple solution oddly enticing. "If you want to, that is," he quickly adds, his hand tightening ever so slightly on his own caf cup, betraying him.

You laugh softly, barely audible, and take Mayday's advice, standing up to remove your coat. However, the zipper gets caught in some fabric, causing you to silently curse your luck. You turn away slightly, attempting to free yourself, but the snag persists.

"Need some help there?" Mayday offers, stepping closer from behind. Your cheeks flush with embarrassment, but the stubborn zipper leaves you no choice but to nod. You turn back to face him, surprised by how close he is standing.

He hums in amusement, and his skilled fingers effortlessly release the stuck zipper. "Allow me," he murmurs softly, gently opening your coat and sliding it off your shoulders. You watch him closely, noticing how his breath deepens and slows as he takes your coat off. "Wow."

You inhale deeply, flustered by his comment. "What?" you whisper, your heart racing.

He sets your coat aside and smiles gently, a hint of shyness in his expression. "Forgive me for being forward, but it's been a long time since I've seen a woman, let alone a beautiful one like you..." He hesitates, keeping a respectful distance. "And your figure is fucking incredible."

You're left speechless for what feels like an eternity, your heart pounding in your chest and a wave of heat rushing through you and between your legs. "C-Commander, I..."

"Sorry. I came on too strong," Mayday mutters, rubbing the back of his head, seemingly gauging your reaction. Little does he know that you're practically screaming on the inside. "Like I said, it's, uh, been a long while."

As he starts to step back, you surprise him by moving forward, catching him off guard. Your lips part, ready to say something, but the words won't come out. He smirks now, raising an eyebrow with curiosity. "Got something to say, beautiful?" he teased.

You swallow. Hard. Taking a step closer until you're almost chest to chest with Mayday, you tilt your head slightly and look at him with curiosity. "What else do you like about me?"

He licks his lower lip, his gaze locking with yours, and he smirks. "Well, besides your name and your job, I find you lovely, not just on the surface either," he compliments. He reaches up to gently brush a loose strand of hair behind your ear, causing a delightful shiver down your spine. "You're caring and kind to my brothers, and you have a genuine sense of compassion. But would you like to know something else?"

Trying to keep your composure, you steady your breathing, even though your heart is racing. "Go on, Commander," you say, finding your index finger gently trailing up and down his chest plate with a touch of playfulness.

He leans in, his breath hot and demanding on your face. “I really want to fuck your brains out.”

“I won’t say no to that, Commander.” You just about utter until his lips are on yours. Rough. Demanding. Desperate. His hands bite into your hips as you’re backed into some crates, holding you in place as his tongue breaks through your lips and fights with yours. You’re breathless, hands wrapped around the back of his neck and tugging on his hair as he starts to rut his hips into yours.

“Maker, you’re amazing.” He growls against your lips, biting on your lower one and tugging on it before he starts to make work on your neck.

Knees shaking, you whimper his name as his teeth graze and nip at your skin, his hard erection now very noticeable against your stomach and you can’t help but wonder how it will feel inside of you.

“What if someone sees us?” You then ask suddenly, Mayday pulling back to gaze into your eyes and offers nothing but reassurance. Kinda.

“They won’t darling,” he places a tender kiss on your lips and then smirks, “but it won’t stop me from doing what I want to do to you either way.”

You let out a gasp as you feel his hand roam inside your pants, cupping your pussy over your panties and he lets out a groan of satisfaction. “Look at you, soaked already. All we’ve done is kiss.” He chuckles low and hot which is pretty much how you felt. Slowly, he pulls your panties to the side and you let out a shuddered breath as his calloused fingers caress our folds, collecting your arousal on his fingers. “You’re so warm…”

He pulls his hand out of your pants and you have to hold in the gasp as you watch him place his fingers in his mouth, sucking your juices off his fingers, “and you taste s’good.”

Yanking your pants down and kicking them away when they get to your feet, he spins you round and pushes on your back to bend you over. Obliging, you shudder in anticipation as you feel him crouch down behind you, his hands massaging the back of your thighs before spanking your arse cheek making you squeak in surprise.

Your reaction made him chuckle, his warm breath fanning on your pussy that made your toes curl. Slowly, he spreads your legs a little more apart and you softly whine as his finger comes and pushes between your folds, circling.

“That feels so good, Commander.” You sigh, your cheek pressed against the surface of the crate, your hands gripping onto either side.

“That’s so good to hear, baby.” He licks his lips, appreciating the sight of him in front of him, “But I want another proper taste.”

With one hand on your left arse cheek, spreading you open some more, he leans in and you curse aloud as his tongue relentlessly plays between your folds, causing you to shake unexpectedly. The sensation of pleasure is so strange to you after so long and you don’t hesitate to let him know what it does to you.

“Oh wow, please d-don’t stop!” you cry in pleasure, Mayday is pleased with your response and continues to tongue you before inserting his fingers into your pussy, sinking further into your warmth as he manages to both suck and lick your clit incessantly without taking a break.

You wouldn’t think you were on a planet shrouded by snow, you wouldn't even think you were covered in snow just hours ago as your body is completely on fire. You moan and whimper under his touch and your eyes roll into the back of your head as his tongue explores you entirely, reaching areas you never knew you’d enjoy.

He starts to rapidly finger you while he works his mouth on your tight hole. Eventually you begin thrusting involuntarily in response to his stimulation, grinding your arse against his face. With your hands holding tight onto the crate until your knuckles turn white, a loud moan escapes your lips as Mayday continues his sensual assault, and soon, you find yourself at your climax.

He senses that you're close, his tongue moving from your hole back to your folds as he speeds up his fingering pace. Soon, you can’t take it anymore, and you cum on his face, loudly groaning and gasping. Hips thrusting and bucking in response to your pleasure. Within moments, the feeling fades, and Mayday pulls his face away from your now sopping wet pussy. Gently placing a tender kiss to your thigh, he rises and you stand up straight, legs quivering from your high and turn to face him. His beard glistens with your arousal and his eyes are blown with a devilish smirk on his face.

“Did you like that?” He approaches you, arms wrapped around you, swallowing your words that don’t even leave your lips as he kisses you deeply. “No need to say, I know you did.”

His hands tug on your shirt and you waste no time in taking it off and you watch in awe as he strips himself into the nude, too. Feeling a little self conscious all the sudden, as if him eating your pussy and arse did not just happen your hands come up and are about to shield your body from his eyes but he swiftly stops you, catching your hands. “None of that, let me see you.” He speaks soft, eyes drinking you in, “so pretty. Perfect.” His hand gently rests on your bare waist, fingers tickling your skin delicately.

Slowly his hands move to your breasts, gently rotating his wrists as he massages your tits until your nipples are stiff. “Commander… please,” you whimper, clenching your legs together as another onslaught of arousal hits you.

“Eager, darling? Don’t worry, I won’t leave you waiting long.”

Mayday picks you up, your legs wrapping around his torso and moves to a more comfortable place for you both, kissing and sucking on your neck eagerly. Once situated, both of you are sitting on top of a crate with you straddling his legs. You gaze down, gnawing at your lower lip.

His cock stood strong with a thick tip, dripping and glossy with precum already. “You like my cock, baby?” He whispers against your slightly swollen lips, seeing how you admired him, “It looks like it might be too big for your pussy.” He smirks, acting smug but this only excites you.

“I like a big boy,” you bite back, your turn to gently nibble at his lower lip as your hips gently grind down against him, your pussy slicking up his protruding length, “I think I can handle you.”

He chuckles darkly, so needy for you. “Oh yeah?” With his free hand, he grabs his cock while gently gliding the head of his shaft along your sex. “It feels good just pressed against your pretty little pussy like this. I’m going to fuck you so good.” He grunts before sliding himself inside of you without further preamble. Quieting any additional smugness from you but forcing a squeal from your lips instead.

Head tilting back, stars already cloud your vision. Your pussy clenches against him like a vice and he hisses before spanking your arse. “Fuck, I love that. I love it when your little cunt tightens around my dick.” He whines, his whole body quivering as he gets used to the sensation of fucking someone again.

“S-spank me again, please.” You find yourself begging, absolutely besotted with the stinging sensation that is left on your arse after his hand swipes you.

He laughs boyishly but shakes his head. “Earn it. Start grinding on me baby, please. Fuck, please move your hips. Then you can continue being the good little cockwarmer you are.” He grunts, and you do as you’re told.

Your hips slowly ground on him, your patience running out as you eagerly begin sliding back up his length before pushing yourself up and down. You’re impossibly tight but the stretch felt perfect, almost as if you were a virgin again as you sank onto his aching length. You pant and whine, uttering his name and leaning over him a little, with your hands securing a good grasp of his shoulders which gives you a nice rhythm going.

In that position, you had your nipples swinging in front of him, begging and enticing him to make a move and he did just that. Lips reaching the short distance, he begins to suck against your left nipple whilst the other landed a spank to your cheek. “That’s it, what a good girl you are.” He mutters, mouth full of breast.

“O-Oh, Commander!” You whimper in pleasure, bouncing up and down on his cock desperately, his veiny length sinking almost fully into you now and he wasn’t wrong, he was too big for you.

With your legs starting to ache, Mayday notices and in a second has you bent over instead like before, this time sinking into you from behind. “Fuck, yes! Kark, you’re taking my cock so beautifully. I’m going to fuck you so good you won’t be able to walk. That way,” he slowly sinks out of you, admiring his glistening cock that was soaked, before thrusting back in, “that way you can stay with me and I’ll take care of you all the time.”

“I’d love that, Commander! P-please fuck me harder.” You feel dizzy and lustful as his slow and gentle pumps turn more demanding and powerful. Your pussy aches but at the same time feels relaxed as it takes his thrusts, and you find your body being driven wild as the thrusting comes more quickly. You moan and groan slightly more now, letting out occasional gasps as Mayday leans over your back kissing and nipping at your neck in response to your heightened pleasure. He’s whining, completely pussy drunk and you let out a lazy-fucked laugh as he takes a fistful of your hair, holding your head back as your groan in ecstacy.

“Yeah, you like that baby? You like me pulling your hair? Maker, such a naughty girl. Taking my cock like no problem.” He whimpers, smashing into you so furiously that you hear the crates shift beneath you, your body slapping against it with each powerful thrust.

Sweat is dripping down your body, your pussy swollen with every move he makes. You hear nothing but collective moans, grunts, groans, and slapping noises as the Commander’s cock thrusts deeply and wetly into you with a rapid pace. You begin to pant with each penetration, feeling like a literal toy being pounded desperately and you fucking loved it. “C-Commnader, I’m going to cum.”

“You don’t cum until I say so,” he grunts, instantly pulling out of you and denying you of another climax. Spinning you to face him, he is kissing you desperately again, full of desire. You don’t know how but he’s managed to get you down to the floor, spreading your legs as he crawls over you and sheaths into you in a matter of seconds, eyes locked tight on you as his hips rock back and forth into your pussy.

“Speaking of cum,” he grunts, almost bottoming out the second your legs wrap around his waist, locking yourself in, “I’m going to paint my seed deep in you. You’re pussy is going to be fucking drenched with my cum, you understand baby? We’re basically strangers and you’re going to be full of my hot cum.” His gaze is so fucking intense you almost cum just by your words but you’re determined to hold out for him.

“Yes,” you nod quickly, biting your lower lip as you grind your hips up and against him with every rut he pushes into you, “I need your cum so, so badly Commander. Make me yours.”

You feel your eyes begin to close, obsessed with the sensation of his desperate cock pulsing in and out of you but he grabs your chin and demands you, “keep your eyes open. I want to see your eyes as you take my cock and cum.”

You whimper, the constant feeling of his cock protruding your pussy starting to ache with a pleasurable pain and Mayday noticed the scrunching of your features. “It’s okay baby, do you want me to slow down? Is my cock too much?”

“N-No! Please don’t slow down, I love the way you fuck me.” You whimper, leaning up and kissing his lips tenderly.

“Does it feel good like this?” He whispers against your lips, steadying himself with one hand holding your thigh and the other hand pressed firmly beside you on the ground. “Just focus on the sensation of my cock inside you as I fuck you, enjoy it.”

Your body swells with pleasure at not just his touch but his words alone. He places both legs over his shoulders now, his hips a little rigid at the new position but he soon finds his rhythm. “Does it feel good, being spread like this?” He questions you, then moving his hands over your arse and thighs, rubbing them while he chuckles down at you. “It certainly looks good.” He’s admiring every inch of your body, watching as your breasts move up and down as he pumps inside you. “That’s it sweetheart, deep breaths as I fuck you.”

“Feels, oh fuck, amazing.” Your back arches, making him hit that deep spot inside you. You groan wearily into the cold air but your bodies were ignited like a fire that kept you both heated.

Soon, you feel your body going numb as you take his cock, but you react strongly to his sex nonetheless. You’re driven wild by the coupling of his thrusts, his hand caressing your thigh, his dirty praises and his spare hand rubbing your clit in perfect circular motions. As he pumps more rapidly into you, you hear him give off a myriad of strong grunts, groans, and breathy pants, his body shaking with pleasure as he takes you. He’s close. And so were you.

“Commander-.”

“Call me Mayday, darling, just Mayday.” He pants, eyes filled with lust.

“Mayday, p-please let me cum I can’t take anymore.” You whine, that twisting sensation in the core of your stomach unbearable.

“Since you asked so nicely darling,” he lets your legs fall from off his shoulders, his body now pressing down against yours as he grinds his hips hard and rough into you, “and because I am going to cream this little pussy of yours now, anyway.”

The room echoes with nothing but moaning and wet slapping noises as he thrusts against your soaked pussy. His moans are wild and needy and he lets you know that you can let go, your legs spasming, your vision blurring as he allows you to release from your wanton climax.

In turn, Mayday’s grunts are loud enough to shake the room, certain to have woken his comrades. But you don’t care as he pumps into you slowly and deeply as he releases a forceful load of cum into your cunt. You can feel his release spurt deeply into you, releasing a warm sensation deeper into your body as the Commander pours his seed more and more into you. You almost wonder just how much he gave you because it went on for much longer than you expected. Not like you were in any position to complain, anyway.

You give a loud, breathy series of short gasps as you come down from your orgasm, and Mayday breathes heavily through his mouth while still hunched over you with his cock still inside you. The both of you are now dripping with sweat, the floor now soaked with both sweat and cum. You feel ready to pass out after being fucked so good from being pounded into so incredibly.

Mayday removes himself from inside of you, the feeling filthy but amazing. He stands and you don’t see where he moves, but are suddenly taken by surprise as he comes back quickly with towels, blankets and a fresh cup of water.

His voice softens, no longer demanding or dominant. He offers you a towel, gently apologising as you let out a small hiss due to your precious antics.

"Did I hurt you?" he asks, concern in his eyes.

"No," you shake your head and tenderly cup his cheek, your fingers tracing over his rough beard. "I've never experienced anything like that before," you admit with a soft laugh, feeling flustered by the sudden burst of pure lust between you.

The encounter feels different, like it was more than just a casual hookup. It felt like it had to happen, at least from your perspective.

He brings you your clothes, and once dressed, he gestures for you to sit back on a crate. He drapes a blanket around you, staying close. "Can I get you anything else, darling?"

You melt at his gentleness and the endearing names he calls you. "No, this is fine, thank you, Mayday," you smile up at him, surprised when he leans down and softly kisses your lips. It's a gentle and tender kiss, much different from the earlier intense ones. As you sink into the moment, matching his gentle rhythm, he relaxes too.

"I don't want you to go," he confesses, pulling away slightly to trail kisses along your skin. "I want you to stay."

You close your eyes, wishing you could stay, but the reality of your obligations calls you back. However, a hopeful idea emerges. "We'll think of something... Maybe when I return, I can convince my superiors to send more resources and I’ll come back," you suggest. "Do you really like me that much?"

He nods quickly. "I know it was sudden, and I acted on pure instinct and lust, but I do genuinely like you," he admits. "You're someone I could see myself getting to know a lot more." The vulnerability in his words touches your heart and the two of you stay up the rest of the night getting to know each other a lot more. Well, not as much as before.

You could only curse the Empire for not assigning you this mission sooner.

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Ollo! I got a smutty prompt for you!

"Open your legs for me. I wanna see you."

or if that doesn't spark inspiration... "That noise... keep making it."

with 🤔 Mayday or Jesse

Whatever one sparks inspiration!!!

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hiii bestie, thank you so much for this prompt. I elected to go with Mr. Husband himself for this one, with the first prompt. enjoy! <3

Pretty Like This

Summary: Mayday is determined to ensure you know how much you effect him.

Warnings: 18+ so minors scram, there isn't actual sex but it's very heavily implied; f!reader, implied first time/virginity loss, fluff, light dirty talk/praise kink

Word Count: 515

Chest heaving with shuddering breaths, you peer up at Mayday where he kneels on the bed. In the low light, his tanned, scarred skin seems to glow faintly from within, burnished bronze. His hair, tucked behind his ears, curls in cascading waves over his shoulders; his face is draped in shadow, his eyes twin pinpricks of lust, pupils blown. Hands resting on his toned thighs, Mayday’s gaze sweeps over you, leaving a scorching trail of goosebumps.

His tongue darts out to idly wet his lips as he gazes down at you. “So beautiful,” he murmurs. 

Swallowing heavily, you shift, nerves and discomfort prickling beneath your skin. “Th-Thanks.” 

“You still don’t believe me, do you, cyare?” Mayday hums in quiet contemplation. “Will you let me prove it to you? Will you try to see yourself how I see you?” 

Exhaling shakily, you nod. 

“Perfect,” he says, a smile twitching his lips. His hands slide across his thighs to ghost up over your calves to your knees where they’re pressed together. “Open your legs for me, cyare. I want to see you.” 

Relaxing at the familiar warmth of his skin against yours and the easy, comforting smile on his face, you slowly let him ease your legs apart. His gaze remains on yours until your thighs are fully splayed, heated core bare to him. Only then does Mayday allow his gaze to drop. Trailing his hands down the insides of your thighs, you shiver at the ticklish sensation, biting off a moan when his calloused thumbs gently spread your folds. 

“You look so pretty for me like this,” Mayday murmurs. “So open and willing, so trusting. Your eyes haven’t left my face since we started. Will you look at what you do to me, my love?” 

Nodding, you let him tilt your head down so that your gaze lands on his cock, thick and flushed, a bead of precum shining at the tip. You can’t catch the whine that rakes out of your throat. 

“May,” you breathe. “Please.” 

His dark eyes find yours once again as he leans down to press a kiss to the inside curve of your knee. “Please what, cyare?” 

Electricity zings up your skin at the contact, his beard scraping your skin pleasantly. For a moment, your brain short-circuits, jaw falling slack at the sight of him being so tender with you even as his cock bobs gently with his heartbeat, clearly eager to claim you as his. Then his words catch up to you, and you blink. 

“I- I don’t know,” you admit. “Just want you.” 

Mayday huffs a gentle chuckle. “I’m right here, my love.” 

Crawling over your body, Mayday props himself up on one forearm by your head, his body heat searing and comforting all at once. His other hand squeezes your hip before dipping to your slick folds. The pads of his fingers circle your clit, and you jerk at the feeling. 

“Shh.” He presses a soft kiss to your temple at the same time that he eases one finger into you. “I’ve got you.” 

He’ll always have you. 

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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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[coffeeandbatboys]

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 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰

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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.

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Home

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."

—-

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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Warmth

Gif by: @dreamswithghosts

Mayday x GN!Reader

18+, minors gtfo

Warnings: Smutty mcsmutterson, porn with plot, unprotected sex (wrap it irl), descriptions of injuries, ship crashes, blood, guns, medical care ig? LMK if I need to add something else! Beta read by: @nunanuggets

Summary: After crashing on a random ice planet, you need to find help before freezing to death

Authors Note: I have not been this passionate about writing in forever. It was so nice to have that spark back, to have the words flowing through me. Especially since this was supposed to be a small fic, and instead ended up being 5510 words. Yea, idk what happened either, but I hope you enjoy it!

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“Mayday! Mayday! Does anybody copy? Mayday, we’re going down!”

Nobody was answering. All the systems were glitching out, red light blinking through the smoke obscuring your vision. What a shitty way to wake up.

How did this even happen? It was an easy trip, one you had taken thousands of times before. Nothing could go wrong. So you decided to get some much needed rest, Arthur your R4 unit could pilot for a bit.

And then you awoke to every alarm going off, smoke filling your lungs and clouding your vision. You had no clue what could’ve hit you or caused this, you weren’t even really sure where on your trip you were.

“Arthur, get the smoke under control!” You shouted at your panicking droid, while you were working desperately to get a distress signal through and maybe, just maybe, get some help before you collided with a planet.

That was the only thing you knew for sure was going to happen in this mess. You were still falling, but that was the problem. You were falling. Meaning you were in some random planet's atmosphere and the smoke was keeping you from seeing how far from the ground you were.

And though Arthur did manage to get rid of enough smoke for you to see, it didn’t feel like it. All that you saw was blinding white and not even a second later, the predicted crash happened, knocking you off your feet and out of consciousness.

The first thing that registered in your mind, was how much breathing suddenly hurt. Not hurt as in possible-damage-to-the-chest, but hurt as in the air that was filling your lungs. The air stung and the more consciousness you gained, the more you realized it stung everywhere, not just your lungs.

Your mouth was dry and you struggled to open your eyes - it felt like they had been frozen shut. “Arthur?” You asked out into the darkness, as you willed your numb limbs to push you up towards a sitting position.

“Arthur!” You sounded, louder this time in the hopes of a response. A weak whimper came from the droid a couple meters away from you.

Rubbing the heel of your hands into your eyes, you finally managed to get them to open up. The first thing you saw was your own frozen, dried blood on the ground. Then the frost sneakingly taking over the ship, spreading from the damage and the corners towards you.

Arthur had been tipped over. His treads had been frozen in place, while he was trying to get back up, leaving him vulnerable and in a funny position. You reached out to help him up, but the cold metal burned your numb fingers at the touch.

Instead you opted to look for an emergency case, hoping it had something that could possibly warm you and your astromech. Every ship had to have one, though you were uncertain yours were up to date.

“What happened buddy?” You asked through clattering teeth, trying your hardest to not think about how cold you were. Moving was hard as your limbs ached and wanted to huddle together to keep warmth. 

Arthur beeped out an explanation and you shot him an accusatory look. “And you didn’t steer around it? C’mon, you’re a better pilot than that!” The droid made a sad sound and you shook your head at it. Accusing and apologizing didn’t do any good now, not if you wanted to survive.

You finally found the dusty emergency case and much to your own dismay, you were right. Most of the stuff in it was far out of date, rendering it useless. There was, however, a fire blanket and a few heating pads. You wrapped the blanket around you, the cooling side facing outwards and hoping that what you remembered from first aid was right.

Then you took two of the heating pads, activating them and placing them on each side of the droid. You only needed it to be warm enough to work properly and for you to touch it without getting hurt.

“Where exactly are we?”

Arthurs answer was anything but helpful and you shot him an exhausted look. “Yes, I can see it’s an ice planet, but does this ice planet have a name? And more importantly, is it civilized?”

Once again, Arthurs answer didn’t exactly spark enthusiasm in you. The warmth of the blanket was beginning to do its work, though it made you more aware of the damage you had sustained from the crash. Taking a quick glance around the ship, you let out a yielding sigh.

“As soon as you can, scan the planet.” You ordered the droid and finally made your way back up on your feet. Getting tired of your droid’s replies, you snapped at him: “Anything! Signs of civilizations, heat signals, electrical outputs, anything that might lead us off this planet!”

You pulled the droid up into a standing position, though the metal still was too cold to touch, leaving small patches of your skin when you ripped your hands away. Then you wandered deeper into the ship, leaving the droid to thaw and work alone.

Several minutes passed before you returned, now wearing a thick jacket to battle the cold. Through your many years of piloting, you had found it helpful to have some articles of clothing fit for different types of weather lying around. Thank the force for your foresight.

Arthur beeped excitedly at you when you returned. “How far again?” You asked him, wanting to be sure you heard correctly. When he repeated himself, you let out an exaggerated sigh. “How’s the weather looking? Any storms closing in?”

The droid searched for a bit, before happily reporting. You smiled. Finally some good news.

“Alright, I’ll head towards the outpost, you stay here and try to call for help.” Arthur beeped nervously at your plan, and though the droid was annoying you, he was still your travel companion and you hated seeing him like that.

“I’m not abandoning you, Arthur. But if this place freezes over, you have a higher chance of making it out than I do. I need you to do this for me.”

In one last attempt to stay together, Arthur made another protest. 

“Alright, here.” you gave the droid a comlink with a tracker on it, so even if he couldn’t reach you due to the environment interfering, he could still track you in case help arrived.

You grabbed the flare gun from the emergency case and your small blaster pistol just in case. And with that, you made your way out of the ship and into the cold environment. 

As the cold wind made its way under your jacket again, you regretted even more leaving your ship and the blanket. Though the jacket was made for keeping you warm during cold weather, it wasn’t made for this intensity. You tugged the collar a bit further up, wanting to warm the parts of your face the hood didn’t reach. Then you blew into the sleeves of the jacket, where your hands were hiding from the cold. Your breath didn’t do much to help, misting as soon as it left your lungs and turned into cold air in less than a second.

Though every part in your body begged you to turn around and return to your ship, you knew it was nothing but certain doom. The ship was beyond repair and upon the crash, the window cracked and the frost was threatening to break it any second.

This didn’t feel any less helpless though. You had been wandering for hours, darkness overtaking the sky and only stars and the moon lit your way towards hope. The only positive thing you could get from the cold, was that it was distracting and numbing your injuries from the crash.

It all felt so hopeless, that when a red light blinked through the darkness, you didn’t even dare to believe it was real.

It wasn’t until you were literally standing right in front of the sensor beacon, that a small ounce of hope returned to your body. You nearly started sobbing right then and there, if it weren’t out of fear that the tears would freeze your eyes.

The beacon looked about as broken down as you felt, but the blinking lights indicated it was still working. You gave it a careful kick, wanting it to alarm whoever was at the base about your approach.

If there were anybody at the base at all.

As you approached, the lack of light and sound from the singular building gave you a mixed feeling of disappointment and joy. Disappointment over the fact that you might not find any living people on the base, joy over the fact it was still intact.

Though the fear of being alone quickly subsided, when a fully armored man walked out with his gun pointed at you. “Hands where I can see them!” He barked and though your arms were begging to stay close to your body, you did as commanded.

Another man appeared behind you, the barrel of his gun resting between your shoulder blades. “If I were you, I would be very careful about my next move.” His voice was low and threatening and… Identical to other man’s. The darkness had made it hard to tell, but now you were certain they were clones.

“Please,” you begged through clattering teeth, struggling to keep your arms up in the cold air. “I mean no harm! My ship crashed and I can’t reach anyone over the communication system. I’ve been walking for hours, and…. I really can’t keep my arms up much longer.”

A fragment of a second of silence filled the air, before the clone in front of you turned around and walked back inside. The clone behind you pushed you lightly with his gun, signaling for you to start walking.

“You can put your arms down, just keep your hands where I can see them,” he said, his voice more comforting now.

Careful not to let your hands out of the clones’ sight, you followed the first man inside. The base was dark and filled with crates. In a corner sat a group of 3 men, huddled together around a heat generator. Only one of them had taken his helmet off, though a beard had taken its place in covering most of his face.

A sly smile peeked through the beard. “You look worse for wear,” he commented, his eyes glancing you over, before nodding at the man behind you to leave you be.

Once you no longer had a gun resting against your back, your arms shot up to wrap around you, in a futile attempt to regain some heat. “I feel like it too,” you shot back.

“Here,” the bearded clone grabbed your arm and pulled you closer to the generator. “I’m Commander Mayday. Those two are Hexx and Veech and the one who guided you in is Crust. What’s your name?”

“Y/N,” you replied, too exhausted to really keep a conversation going. Though, you still thanked the men for taking you in and helping you regain some warmth.

“And what leads you to Barton-4, Y/N?” Mayday probed, not ready to let the conversation drop that easily. Not that you blamed him, you were still a stranger on a military base. These men were probably breaking tons of protocol taking you in like that.

“A crashed ship,” you replied humorously, turning your head slightly to look back at the clone.

Mayday suddenly got a very stern look on his face and his eyes narrowed slightly. He reached out for you and you instinctively leaned away, though quickly remembered your situation and let him reach you. 

With a light and careful touch, Mayday removed your hood and exposed your face. He took a sharp inhale through gritted teeth, then grabbed your chin and twisted your head so he could get a closer look.

“That’s a nasty cut you got there,” he finally spoke out loud, after having examined the side of your head in what felt like forever. “That needs some proper medical attention. Any other injuries I should be made aware of?”

You stared at the man with wide eyes and mouth agape, suddenly losing the ability to think under his touch and watchful gaze. “Erm… I, erm… I don’t know?” You finally managed to get out, though rather sheepishly. “I was knocked out during the crash and when I woke up, all I could feel was cold. I haven’t had any time to really examine myself for injuries.”

Mayday nodded, his look now way more serious than it was moments ago. “Alright. Hexx, prepare the medbay so I can have a look over a guest here.”

One of the clones jumped up at that order and disappeared behind some crates. Your cheeks would probably be burning hot by now, if it wasn’t for your body’s attempt at keeping its warmth centered. Something about being looked over by Mayday made you feel some things far from appropriate to the situation.

“There’s no need, really. I… I just need to call for help offworld, that’s all, I swear.”

“Nonsense!” Mayday waved his hand dismissively. “Might as well now that you’re here. Besides, I’m not entirely sure our communication device works anyways.”

“Either that or the Empire is actively ignoring us,” Crust explained, receiving a warning look from his commander in response. Perhaps letting strangers know back up won’t arrive if needed, wasn’t that great an idea.

A few minutes later Hexx returned with the news that the medbay was ready. Mayday grabbed your arm again - this time tighter than the last - and guided you through the crates. The medbay wasn’t as much a medbay, as it was a makeshift room filled with first aid medical equipment.

“It ain’t the best, but it does it’s job.” Mayday humbly admitted, finally letting go of your arm after closing the door behind him.

The room was far from what you would call a sterile environment, but it was more organized and clean than the rest of the base. A single light hung loose from the ceiling, casting long shadows over the whole room while fully illuminating the examination bed. Around it were a few heat lamps, so the patient wouldn’t freeze to death while getting patched up.

“Right, I’m gonna need you to take off that jacket.” Mayday was looking around in the room, gathering different tools he might need. You did notice how he kept a watchful eye on you while doing so.

Noticing your hesitation, Mayday turned to fully face you. “I’m not gonna do anything, if that’s what you’re scared of. But I can’t examine you for injuries over that jacket and you might be badly hurt without knowing.”

You opened the jacket, but didn’t fully take it off just yet. Instead you went towards the heat lamp and held a hand out to test the warmth.

“If you’re not taking it off, I will.” Mayday threatened in a playful yet serious manner, giving you one last chance to comply. Which you did.

You weren’t sure why you had suddenly gotten shy around this clone, but there was something about the way he carried himself, which made your stomach flutter and your mind wander to more… intimate places. Places that should be far from your reach, at a time like this.

“That should do,” the clones’ scruffy voice sounded, as he placed a tray of tools on the table nearby. You turned to face away from the examination bed and towards him, which made him grab your waist and help you up on the bed. A small, rather insignificant gesture, that made heat finally rise to your cheeks.

“Now, I’m not a medic, but I’ll do my best here, okay? So just relax.”

“Wouldn’t it be better if you got your medic to look at me?” You asked carefully, suddenly wanting any other clone to be this close to you.

Mayday laughed at this. “Probably. But he was killed during the last raid on base, so I’ll have to do.”

Raid? “Do you get raided often? Shouldn’t you have more soldiers here, then?”

“Yep,” Mayday replied nonchalantly, as he tilted your head to the side so he had easier access to your wound. “Reinforcements should’ve been here 22 rotations ago. Eventually the Empire gotta remember they got cargo waiting here. Question is whether or not we’re still alive at that point.”

You suddenly felt very small and hopeless. These poor men has been abandoned, waiting for 22 rotations in such harsh environments. Nobody deserved that kinda treatment.

“Well,” you began, carefully thinking out loud. “If Arthur manages to reach help offworld, then why don’t you come with us?”

“Arthur!?” Mayday asked, stepping back to look you over and assuring he heard right. It wasn’t until you saw the worried confusion on his face, that you realized he probably thought Arthur was another person.

“He’s a droid!” You quickly corrected and the look on the clone's face instantly relaxed. “An R4-G8 unit, to be precise. He’s back at the ship, trying to get in contact with help. If he succeeds, he’s gonna comm me. You can come along, if you want.”

Having gone back to clean your wound, Mayday sighed before deciding to change the subject of him deserting. “Where exactly is your ship, Y/N? It must be pretty far if you can’t even reach us from it.”

You glanced down at your now soaked shoes, the gun you brought along with you for security, still hiding in the rim against your leg. “About half a day's walk from here, I’d say. It doesn’t really matter though, it’s beyond repair and besides Arthur, doesn’t really carry much of value.”

The cleaning wipe made contact with the actual wound, causing you to cringe and Mayday to apologize. Though he also told you there wasn’t much he could do, since he needed to see how severe the wound actually was. Apparently you had bled so much, it was hard to tell where the actual cut was.

Silence filled the room between the two of you, as Mayday focused on causing as little discomfort as possible and you were doing your best to keep your groin from throbbing at the closeness and the scent of him.

After what felt like forever and yet not long enough, Mayday finally put down the wipe and spoke up: “Alright, Y/N, I’m not gonna lie to you. This next part is going to sting, a lot, but I need you to relax or it’s just going to get worse, understood?”

Nodding slowly and carefully, you stared wide eyed and terrified at the man in front of you. “You’re not exactly making it easy to relax, you know that, right?”

Mayday chuckled, a genuine chuckle, the kind that made your heart skip a beat and an unwilling smile cross your lips. “That’s not really my specialty, I’m afraid. If it helps, just close your eyes and focus on your breathing.”

You did as suggested, closing your eyes and focusing on your breathing. Only problem was that with every breath, Mayday's musky scent filled your senses, making you nearly lightheaded with arousal.

You shifted carefully in your seat, trying to keep your lustful reaction at bay, only to be told off by Mayday. “You’re tensing up, I need you to relax.” He tried to sound gentle, but it came out in an annoyed order.

“I’m sorry, I’m trying, really!” You panicked in response, something deeply rooted inside of you desperate to please this man at all costs.

Mayday grabbed your jaw to keep your head still, while continuing his work the best he could. “Talk to me, soldier. What’s going on, why are you suddenly so riled up?”

You let out a weak moan at his sudden forceful touch, which did the opposite of getting you to relax. “It doesn’t matter, it’s not important.” You dismissed, not wanting to admit your very primal, lustful reaction towards the clone.

“Humor me.”

“I’d really rather not.”

Mayday's hands landed on opposite sides of your thighs, as he leaned in closer to study you. You realized he was done working on your wound, too busy concentrating on not reacting to really notice the sting. You reached up to touch it, but your hand was grabbed and forcefully put down by your side again.

“Don’t touch it,” he said sternly, and it just now occurred to you he was suspicious of you. “What is it you’re hiding? What aren’t you telling me? Because if there’s ever been a time and place to start talking, I’d say this is it.”

How was it possible to be so terrified yet so aroused at the same time? You bit your lip thoughtfully, considering whether or not to tell the truth. With a quick glance down towards his groin and then back up to meet his eyes, you were hopeful the soldier picked up what you were hinting at. 

But when he looked down, all he saw was the gun hidden in your shoe. He grabbed it and threw it to the side in a swift motion. “Use your words.” He grunted through gritted teeth, which sent another wave of arousal down to the apex of your legs.

“It’s nothing, I swear,” you muttered, your voice barely a squeak at that point. Though you finally figured that no matter the outcome of you telling the truth, it couldn’t be worse than him thinking you were a spy or there to hurt you.

So, with eyes tightly closed and a grip onto the edge so hard it turned your knuckles white, you confessed out loud: “It’s just… I’m really turned on by you.”

Silence.

You barely dared to breathe, let alone open your eyes again. But your curiosity got the better of you and very carefully, you opened one eye.

Mayday was still leaning in close to you, his eyes studying you with an eyebrow raised questioningly. Though when he supposedly was satisfied with whatever he was looking for, he leaned back with a sly smirk. He ran his fingers confidently through his hair, as he seemingly considered the opportunity.

“Well,” he half chuckled, finally breaking the tense silence between the two of you. “I guess that’s one way to look you over and keep you warm at the same time.”

Removing his glove, Mayday held his hand out in front of you. “May I?” He asked and though you didn’t know what he was requesting, you still gave permission. Though you definitely weren’t expecting him to reach into your pants.

Maydays fingers sliding across your sex was a cold reminder about what was actually happening. Suddenly you weren’t sure if this was real or a hallucination caused by you lying dying in the snow. Either way, you didn’t really want it to stop.

Low, wanton moans escaped your lips, as your hips voluntarily leaned into the touch.

“You weren’t lying, you really are turned on by me,” Mayday sounded surprised, as if he were expecting otherwise. “Didn’t know I had that effect on people.” He removed his hand from your sex, much to your dismay, and licked off the arousal he had gathered.

“Guess you haven’t had a lot of chances to meet anyone to have that effect on,” you replied, pushing yourself towards the edge of the bed. “Why don’t you let me show you how hot you’re making me feel?”

As if reading your mind, Mayday let his thumb run across your lower lip, considering the options laid in front of him. His lips then made contact with yours, surprisingly soft compared to his rough exterior.

Your hands found home by his groin, rubbing the codpiece guarding it in the hopes the friction was somewhat stimulating for him.

Though the attempt didn’t last long, before Mayday removed your hands and pressed his groin against yours. He put your hands up on his shoulders, while his own found purpose by your hips, holding you in place.

With a slight tilt of his head, his tongue protruded his soft lips, wettening your cracked, damaged lips while indirectly asking for permission. You gladly allowed entrance and soon enough his tongue was dancing with yours.

If you thought the large, unkempt beard was going to be a problem, you’d’ve been sorely mistaken. On the contrary, it was creating extra friction and tickled in all the right places. Only minor issue was how hard it was to breathe through.

So as little as you wanted to, you needed to break the kiss before passing out. That didn’t stop Mayday though, as he moved down your neck and began sucking, kissing, licking and biting that. 

His hips began grinding against yours, causing your head to lull back as lewd noises escaped your lips.

One of your hands slid down his biceps, feeling the muscles work through the broken armor. Your other hand found purpose in his long hair, stroking it and pulling it if the biting got a bit too rough.

Something that Mayday undoubtedly found humor in, as his low chuckles sent pleasurable waves through your body. 

While one of his arms was wrapped around your waist, holding you in place, the other traced a finger up and down your spine, pressing odd places and seemingly randomly searching your body.

You chuckled. “What are you doing?”

“Looking for possible fractures caused by the crash,” Mayday replied against your shoulder, before straightening up to look at you properly. “Don’t think you get out of the examination that easily, babe.” He said with a wink.

Your hand shot once again down to his codpiece, rubbing the cold plastoid protecting his jewels. “Why don’t you let me examine you for a change? Make sure everything still works.”

“All in dues time, sweetheart.” Mayday teased you, while grabbing your chin. But just as you thought he was about to kiss you again, his hands grabbed the edge of your shirt and pulled it off, exposing your upper body to the cold.

Removing his other glove, Mayday let his bare hands slither over your bare torso, thumbs flicking over your stiff nubs. His deep, brown eyes skimmed over your frame, admiring the detailed piece of art in front of him.

“Looks like you landed on your side when you crashed, but nothing appears broken.” He noted, his voice laced with wonder. He let one hand trace over the bruise covering the entire side of your body, outlining your bones and the pattern of your ship's floor. 

You smiled at his admiration over your body, hating to interrupt it, but even with heat lamps it was far too cold to be undressed like that. “I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself, but I’m starting to freeze my butt off again.”

Reaching over to grab your shirt, Mayday caught your hands and pinned them to your side again. “Don’t worry, I’ll keep you warm.” He assured you, before pushing you to lie down while leaning over you.

Maydays lips began tracing over your upper body, making their way towards your hardened nipple and began teasingly biting and sucking it.

In response, your hips buckled up and began grinding desperately for attention. Mayday's hand found home on your hips again, holding them down. “Easy soldier,” he said half jokingly.

Though he did seem to get the hint and began unbuttoning your pants, while his lips began traveling downwards, beard tickling along the way.

He finally pulled your pants down, exposing your glistening sex to the cold environment as well. “Beautiful,” he muttered, before ducking under and reappearing between your thighs. 

Surpassing your sex, Mayday paused shortly to give it a kiss and lick all the way up, causing you to fall back with your back arching and a dirty moan.

As he straightened to stand upright, you could hear the ‘clank’ of plastoid hitting the hard, metal floor.

You looked up to see his beard slightly glistening in the light, as he looked down and spat on his own cock. Stroking it a bit to spread the spit evenly, Mayday finally lined his member up with your entrance. 

He shot you a teasing look. “Ready?”

“Oh fuck yea, please just fuck me already!” You begged.

With your permission, Mayday began his intrusion, slowly pushing himself in and stretching you in the most wonderful way.

You, however, weren’t ready for how much of a stretch it was going to be. Every inch filled you so wonderfully, it felt like your brain was going to short circuit.

“There we go, nice and slowly,” Mayday cooed at you, when he was about halfway inside. Assuring the stretch wasn’t going to be too much of a burden on your body, he eased it with caresses, kisses and compliments so sweet, they could be desserts. 

When Mayday was fully hilted inside of you, he leaned over and planted a celebratory kiss on your lips, before resting his forehead against yours. He didn’t move yet, allowing you to adjust to his size.

You wrapped your arms around the soldier's neck, with one hand lightly tussling his hair. “You’re bigger than I thought,” you breathily whispered, as you moved your hips to show you were ready. “Not that I’m complaining.”

Mayday smirked at your comment and planted another kiss on your lips, while slowly dragging out till just the tip, before ruthlessly clashing his hips back against yours again.

Your back arched again in response, head lulling back with a moan so loud it might cause an avalanche. 

Mayday used this opportunity to slide an arm around your waist, keeping you in place when he slammed against you. The hand caressing your hip moved on to under your thigh, creating more room for him to work in.

“Seems like your reflexes also survived the crash.” Mayday joked through heavy breaths.

You rolled your eyes in response. “Quit playing doctor already,” you replied, teasingly pulling his hair as punishment.

Eventually he began picking up the pace, doing so without compromising the rigor of his motion.

You were hardly keeping it together, hands tightly gripping onto his hair and armor, desperately attempting to ground yourself. Loud moans were filling the room, undoubtedly alerting the other soldiers to what was happening.

“Kriff, May…” You moaned, closing your eyes and trying to refrain yourself from the ever-rising peak you were reaching. You didn’t want to reach it too soon, wanting nothing more but for this moment to last forever.

“I know,” Mayday whispered, not nearly as out of breath as you. “I’m close too. Where do you want me to…?” 

“Inside!” You moaned, the edge rapidly closing in and threatening to tip you over.

After a couple ruthless thrust more, Mayday kissed your cheek so gently it completely contrasted everything else. “Go ahead, cum for me,” he whispered into your ear, before biting its shell.

That was all you needed to tip over the edge, reaching an orgasm unlike any other you’d ever experienced. Your whole body tensed, holding him so close you nearly became one. Mayday was forced to kiss you, as your moans were reaching a volume they nearly became screams. 

You came harder than you thought possible, your juices spilling over the both of you. Seemingly that was Maydays undoing, as his body tensed up as well and you felt hot ropes filling up your insides.

The two of you stayed like that for a while, coming down from your highs and breathing in each other. You winced at the loss of contact when Mayday pulled out, and the cold air of the base stung to your sweat and cum covered skin.

Mayday returned shortly, wiping his softened cock with a hot towel.

You pouted. “I wanted to suck that.”

“Another time, maybe.” Mayday kissed your temple, while beginning to wipe down your body with the hot towel and help you get dressed again. “Afterall, you know where I live.”

While getting dressed, your comlink went off. It was Arthur, having made contact with a rescue team, which was on their way.

Suddenly you regretted having left the ship, not wanting to wander in the cold once again.

As if reading your mind, Mayday placed a comforting hand on your shoulder and said: “We have a speeder. If you want, I’ll have Crust take you back to your ship.” 

You looked at the commander with pleading eyes. “You’re not coming with me? It’d be a ticket off the snowball and we could have some more examinations whenever you want.”

Mayday shot you an apologetic look. “Sorry, this is where I belong. The Empire may have its flaws, but I still have a duty towards it and I’m not one for desertion.” 

“Shame,” you said, then grabbed his hand and placed your comlink in it. “If you ever change your mind or just want some warmth, you can reach me on this.”

Dividers by: Unknown and @djarrex

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[zoeykallus]

Mayday

Mayday x Reader Oneshot

Angst/Fluff/Comfort

I already put it in the tags, but just in case: SPOILER ALERT FOR TBB SEASON2!!!!

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AC: After a misunderstanding with someone requesting this on anon. I decided to write this one now and don't put it in my to-do list first. As a little "apology" because I was pretty rude. Wish I could tag you, but unfortunately you contacted me on anon. Hope you still get to read this 😊

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Actually, you don't work for the Empire. You are an independent contractor, a small business mainly for cargo and logistics. When an Imperial officer contacts you, you are reluctant to take on the job. However, you don't want to upset the Empire either. None of your handful of workers is eager to deliver the cargo for the Empire, especially not to Barton-4, the ice-cold lump of a planet. So you take over the delivery yourself. Food, gasoline, energy packs for flashlights and a new generator for environmental sensors are to be delivered. Even the approach to the imperial station is complicated and dangerous. Fierce crosswinds push your cargo shuttle from all sides and make it difficult to land the ship safely. But you make it anyway. With a sigh, you see the clone troopers coming across the landing platform, who should be unloading the goods. You put on your thermal jacket, zip it up to the top and pull the hood of the jacket over your head, then you open the ramp and see the soldiers already coming towards you. Their equipment doesn't look exactly winterized, some of the men are provisionally wrapped in cloth and skins in addition to their armor. The sight makes you frown. One of them addresses you. "Of course, the Empire is sending civilian transport out here". You blink, then say dryly, "I guess the Empire knows they don't have pilots good enough to land in these weather conditions." You hear a rough laugh from under the clone's helmet, shortly after the soldier removes his helmet and you see an unfamiliar image. You clearly have a clone soldier in front of you, but one with long hair and a full beard, something you haven't seen before. He holds out his hand to you. "I'm Commander Mayday, this is Hexx and Veetch." You shake his hand, the others too, and introduce yourself. "Hi, nice to meet you guys" Maydays laughs again, and you can see a cheeky glint in his eyes. "We'll probably get to know each other a little better, whether you like it or not, the weather has been closing in, changes like this happen practically every minute around here. You're not going to get the shuttle out of here anytime soon." You look down the ramp, over which an icy wind blows into the interior of the shuttle. Outside everything is white, it is snowing, a blizzard, you can barely see two meters. "Fantastic," you say with a dry smile, and begin to help the men unload.

You have your own little area. But at night, the weather still hasn't cleared, and the cold is even more relentless than during the day. A bit unsure, you make your way out of your little cabin and into the main area, where you find the commander. He is sitting at a heat battery, his helmet lying next to him on a dura steel table. When he hears your footsteps, he looks up. You are still wrapped in your thermal jacket, in this outpost nothing works at all, not even the heating system, which is actually essential for survival. A barely noticeable, gentle smile twitches at the corners of his mouth as your eyes meet. "It's not so easy to fall asleep in this cold, especially when you're not used to it. In fact, it's probably better that way, here in this cold they tend to mistake fatigue for hypothermia. Lost some good men that way". You raise your eyebrows in surprise as well as shock and sit with him, close to the heat battery, across from Mayday. "Wait, that's that serious medical condition in which a person's body temperature falls below the usual level as a result of being in severe cold for a long time? Right?" you ask, frowning. Mayday nods. "Mmm, that's right. The body shuts down, you get very tired, but in reality you die instead of falling asleep." "That's terrible! Why don't you get proper care here? They should have given me more heat batteries and a technician to get your heating system back up to speed. Not even your equipment is intact." Mayday sighs softly and shrugs his broad shoulders, his arms folded in front of his chest, a thick wool blanket draped around his shoulder. "Clone soldiers are expendable, we always have been, but since the Republic was replaced by the Empire, it's worse than ever" Your teeth start to chatter even as you try to suppress it, your whole body keeps shivering as it tries to fight the cold that creeps under your skin despite the thermal jacket. Mayday raises his brows and looks at you. "You're not used to the cold, hmm?" "Not even close," you admit, "I've spent most of my life on Tatooine." Mayday laughed softly, "It's an extreme contrast to Barton-4."

He taps the bench he's sitting on next to him and holds out his blanket invitingly. "If we huddle together, we can keep each other warm. I'm happy to share my blanket with you" For a second you consider if the clone has any ulterior motives, but even if he does, it is so cold you don't care, and he is probably just as cold, probably even too cold for ulterior motives. You walk around the table and sit right next to him, close to the heat battery, and let him put the blanket around your shoulders so that the two of you are finally underneath it. You sit so close to each other that no hand's width fits between you. Your pulse is a little faster and you really feel warmer. However, you are not sure if it is the blanket, the heat battery, or the situation. Slowly, you turn your head to look at him. "Are you okay?" he asks quietly, and you can feel the bass in his voice as you sit so close to each other. "Yeah, it's getting better" He smirks. "Told you so"

You talk for a while. Mayday tells you about his experiences in the war and how he and his men have fared since he was stationed on Barton-4. You sympathize and feel your anger at the Empire flare anew. At a certain point, you are leaning against him, and he has an arm around you. It happened automatically and yet your heart is beating fast. You talk until the sun comes up. As you both look out the window and see that the weather has cleared up considerably, you feel no real relief. You have enjoyed Mayday's company very much, and the fact that this togetherness must inevitably end pleases neither of you. Mayday takes you out to your shuttle on the landing platform. As you say goodbye, you begin to feel a certain longing, which is reflecting in his eyes. On impulse, you kiss his wind-chilled cheek. He blinks in surprise, but he finally smiles at you. "We probably won't see each other again too soon," he says a bit wistfully, with a sad smile. You smile and say, "Maybe we will." As you take off in your shuttle, he watches you for a long time until the shuttle is completely out of his sight, and finally turns back to the outpost with a sigh.

One week later "Commander! An unannounced shuttle is on approach!" Mayday jumps up, puts on his helmet and asks, "Identification?" "It's the cargo shuttle that was here a few days ago, the civilian freighter". Mayday feels his pulse quicken. "Really?" "Yes, sir." Mayday makes his way out onto the landing platform, alone this time. He doesn't want to greet you in the presence of the others, wants a moment to himself. He's as excited as a young Cadet and doesn't really know how to categorize that feeling. All he knows is that he is looking forward to seeing you again. As the ramp to your shuttle opens, he pulls off his helmet and tucks it under his arm. You smile back at him as you walk down the ramp. "Actually, I can't allow you to land here, not without explicit Imperial permission," he says with a wry smile. "And yet you don't seem to want to chase me away," you return, amused. Mayday admits, "I was looking forward to seeing you again." You smile, feeling your face grow warm despite the cold wind. "I take it the Empire still hasn't provided for you properly?" He shakes his head. "We are expendable, still". You cross your arms in front of your chest and say, "Not for me". Behind you comes an astromech and a cargo droid. "I brought you something" Mayday frowns. "This is not an official delivery by the Empire". You shake your head, confirming his statement. "No, a little something from me and my workers. We chipped in and got you a few things. The cargo droid is to help you with transportation and the astromech is an all-rounder, he can fix your heating system. I also brought half a dozen heat batteries, a few more rations, including caf and tea." Mayday strides up the ramp so that you are finally facing each other halfway up. "Thank you." A simple word, but coupled with the soft expression on his face and the warmth in his voice, this word speaks more than a thousand words. You kiss his cheek again, like last time when you parted. "You deserve it, more than that, actually. But I hope this helps you for a while" Suddenly his hands are on your cheeks and his face comes closer. His lips touch yours. It's not urgent, not challenging, it's tender, slow, and intimate as he kisses you. Your heart almost flips over in your chest. As his lips very slowly, languidly break away from yours, you ask softly, "Would you like me to stay maybe a night or two?" Mayday smiles and replies," Please do."

Ko-Fi (If you feel like giving me some coffee)

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[sinfulsalutations]

Nour, my love! Congratulations on 500! It's so well-deserved. You bring so much positivity and warmth to this corner of the fandom, and your writing is just perfection. I always love seeing your posts on my dash. Thank you for everything you do, and for sharing your beautiful work with us. ♥️♥️♥️

For the fic prompt , may I request 13 with Mayday? Idk what it is about him that screams husband material, but now that I've seen the prompt, it's all I can think about.

➼ ɴᴏᴜʀ'ꜱ 500 ꜰᴏʟʟᴏᴡᴇʀ ᴄᴇʟᴇʙʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴ

⋆ ★ ᴀɴʙᴅᴀɪɴᴅʜᴇɪᴅᴊᴅʙᴅ ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ᴅᴊ! ʏᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ ꜱᴏ ꜱᴏ ꜱᴡᴇᴇᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ɪ’ᴍ ꜱᴏ ɢʟᴀᴅ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇᴀʀ ᴛʜᴀᴛ, ɪ’ᴍ ʜᴀᴘᴘʏ ᴛᴏ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ꜱᴜᴄʜ ᴀ ɴɪᴄᴇ ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴜɴɪᴛʏ ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴇᴇɴ ꜱᴏ ᴘᴏꜱɪᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴀʀᴍ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴠɪᴇᴡ, ɪᴛ ᴍᴀᴋᴇꜱ ᴍᴇ ᴠᴇʀʏ ʜᴀᴘᴘʏ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇᴀʀ 😄😄 ᴘᴏᴘᴘɪɴɢ ᴍʏ ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ ᴍᴀʏᴅᴀʏ ᴄʜᴇʀʀʏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴏɴᴇ, ʜᴏᴘᴇ ᴜ ʟɪᴋᴇ ɪᴛ!

➼ ᴘʀᴏᴍᴘᴛ ☆ “ɪ’ᴍ ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ᴍᴀʀʀʏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ꜰᴏʀ ᴅᴏɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴀᴛ”

➼ ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ ☆ ᴍᴀʏᴅᴀʏ x ꜰ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

➼ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ☆ ᴘ ɪɴ ᴠ ꜱᴇx, ᴛᴀʟᴋ ᴏꜰ ᴏʀᴀʟ ꜱᴇx (ꜰ ʀᴇᴄᴇɪᴠɪɴɢ), ᴏᴠᴇʀꜱᴛɪᴍᴜʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴ

➼ ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ ☆ 544

➼ ᴛʜɪꜱ ꜰɪᴄ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴀɪɴꜱ ɴꜱꜰᴡ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ. ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛ 18+ ᴅɴɪ

“Mayday, Mayday, I-”

“Fuck, yeah, baby, I know,” The perpetrator of your overstimulation interrupts your chants. The scruff of his beard, now drenched from his time between your thighs, runs up against your face until his mouth is hovering over your ear, softly tucking a strand of hair behind it. “I know.”

He’s already made you come twice. Already had you rocking against his face and moaning so loud, no doubt Hexx and Veetch have begun to stir. 

Then, the greedy man grips your hips, handling you when you’re too sensitive to even form words, and sits you down on his cock, slowly rolling his hips with a groan even as you’re squeaking and gripping his chest, telling him that it’s just too much, too much, Mayday. Baby.

“Please,” He begs, and suddenly, you melt. You look down, catching his watery eyes and desperate quiver, how his lips part so delicately when the whine afterward comes out. At that moment, you become acutely aware of how hard he is nuzzled into your sensitive, spent pussy, and suddenly, you’re empathizing.

Careful hands trail down his warm, rough-skinned arm until you spread his palm open and interlock your fingers together. You lift yourself up before sinking back down methodically in tune with his breathing, causing him to groan as he exhales.

“I need… I need to–” He begins, but now it’s your turn to interrupt him halfway.

“You will,” You assure him, starting to pick up the pace of your movements again. He moans pleasantly, quiet compared to the sound of your body hitting his with each rock, each bounce, each thrust. 

“You will, I–fuck.” 

You interrupt yourself when he rubs his thumb over your far over-touched clit, sending your nerves into another frenzy. 

“Mayday,” You whine again.

He flashes you that devastating smile your way once again, hands rubbing slow circles over your waist.

“Please, come with me?” He asks. You don’t have time to respond before he’s reaching up and kissing you, his feverish hold against you making you melt, even with the surprise from his request. He parts slowly, eyes still half-lidded while he grunts, continuing your pace from before.

“Let me make you feel good again,” He says.

You huff, another whine leaving you as you press your foreheads firmly together, taking in everything you can, selfishly and so so lovingly.

“Fine,” You tell him, kissing him again and wrapping your heads around his neck. As they interlock at the back, you catch his gaze again, blinking back the tears of your exhaustion. Mayday only smiles again.

“I’m gonna marry you just for that,” He tells you with another soft kiss.

“Not if I marry you first.”

His encouraging praises are the only things that manage you to really work at your pleasure when you continue, the muttering of pretty prose in his coal-chared voice almost entirely irresistible. Before you know it, you shake and clench; then again, and again when you feel him begin to push his hips up as well when you begin to lose your rhythm, and groan a little too loud than he should,

“Fuck, fuck, baby, baby–”

How does he always manage to have you coming for him as many times as he wants, no matter what?

tags: @starstofillmydream @pb-jellybeans @corrieguards @badbatchbabe @ladytano420 @jediknightjana @sleepycreativewriter @shinyshayminflower @secondaryrealm @nobody-expects-the-inquisitorius @followthepurrgil @starrylothcat @blueink-bluesoul @aconstructofamind

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[starrylothcat]

HI ITS THE REX ANON AND OH MY GOD YOU HAVE OUTDONE YOURSELF CVYHUFJOIJFAGURO

just

good soup

(i'm imagining that poor person reading it at Costco just completely stopping in the middle of a busy aisle and people being so pissed at the unnecessary traffic jam)

now if i can ask one more but for mayday this time. the poor boy deserves it after that episode. him with f reader and 16

YES THANK YOU FOR REQUESTING MAYDAY! I'm glad you liked my Rex fic! LOL I have a bad habit of reading spicy fics on my lunchbreak. Costco has to be next on my list (@blueink-bluesoul lmfao) Reading smut in public is master-level control, I tell you 😂 Warnings: NSFW. PiV sexy times. Word Count: 1000 (whoopsie this became way longer than intended lol) Prompt 16: I don’t want to be able to walk tomorrow with Mayday x FemReader 😎 This is my first time fully writing Mayday...I hope you like!

Spicy Prompts

Mayday was taking his time tonight, slowly unpeeling every layer of your clothing inch by inch, his eyes eager as his lips left soft kisses on your exposed skin.

He had just returned from a long assignment, and you needed him. You loved it when he worshiped your body like this, relishing in every part that was you, committing your scent, taste, sounds to memory to take with him before he left for his next operation. 

But you wanted something more tonight, your body burning with intense desire, desperate for him to fill you and claim you, and you weren’t sure how much longer you could wait.

 His beard tickled your hot flesh as he kissed down your torso, mumbling sweet whispers of praise as he did so. “Mayday…” you whined, shifting your body under him, rubbing your legs together for some friction that you desperately needed.

He looked up at you, some of his hair falling in his face, looking devastatingly handsome as he did so. 

 “Please…I need you.” You lifted your head to match his gaze, your only thought being how good you’ll feel when he’s stretching you with his thick cock.

“I need you inside me.”

Mayday chuckled, seeing the desperation flash in your eyes.

“Of course, love. All you have to do is ask.” Mayday quickly shed the rest of your clothing and you helped him wiggle out of his blacks.

You couldn’t help but let out a long sigh at the sight of him, his broad chest that needed to be pressed against yours, his biceps that were meant to be wrapped around your body, his perfect ass that you needed to squeeze as he pounds into you.

Your mouth was practically watering as he climbed back on top of you, his cock heavy and hot against your thigh.

“Is this what you wanted?” Mayday teased lightly in your ear as he rubbed his cock against your slick folds. You let out a mewl, bucking up against him, wrapping your arms around his wide shoulders.

“Y-yes…”

Mayday kissed at your neck as he continued to rub against you, his cock becoming slicker with each roll of his hips through your folds.

He was still taking his time though!

“Do you want me inside of you, love?” You could hear Mayday’s voice hitch in your ear, his breath puffing in faster pants as he teased your entrance with the head of his cock.

All you could do was nod and wrap your legs around his waist, bringing him closer down into you. 

The moan he let out in your ear was sinful as he slowly sheathed himself inside, your eyes fluttering as he filled you, the sensation causing lighting bolts of pleasure to run up your spine as he bottomed out.

 “You feel so good, love. You take me so well, you just couldn’t wait, hmm?” Mayday nipped at your jaw, kissing up to the side of your mouth. "You're so beautiful...I thought about you every second I was gone...especially you like this."

He kissed you deeply as he began a slow pace, pulling almost all the way out before pushing in, both of you letting out low moans as his tongue explored the inside of your mouth.

It still wasn’t enough.

The fire that raged in your body was threatening to erupt, he needed to go faster.

You lightly tugged at his hair, muttering “more” against his lips.

Mayday obliged, increasing his pace, sweat now beginning to form on both of your bodies. You knew his control was beginning to slip too, and you wanted him to fully let go.

“Mayday…please…I need more…” You gripped his hair tighter, his lips trailing down your neck again, beginning to suck and bite at your sensitive spots as he thrusted inside of you, his beard deliciously rubbing against the hickeys he was starting to leave on your flesh.

“I don’t want to be able to walk tomorrow. Fuck me until I can’t stand. Ruin me, please.” 

You’d usually be embarrassed by such words, but it was the truth.

Mayday’s hips stuttered a bit at your bold statement, and he lifted his head to look at you. His pupils were blown with lust, and before you could say anything more, you were flipped on your stomach, Mayday pulling your ass upward towards him, your torso and face pressed into the mattress.

 “All you have to do is ask…love.” Mayday’s voice was throaty, seductive as he entered you in one, hard thrust, causing you to see stars. You couldn’t help the high-pitched cry that left your lips at the sudden sensation.

Mayday began fucking you with wild abandon, hips intensely snapping to your ass, his cock scratching that itch, that intense desire to be claimed, to just let go as he hit parts of you so deep you thought you might faint from the sheer intensity.

His fingertips dug into the soft flesh of your hips as he continued his brutal and precise pace.

“Is this what you wanted?” Mayday groaned as he gripped your ass, his hands roaming over your hips and lower back.

“Tell me how you feel, love.” You could hear the shake in his voice. “I want to hear you…I’ve missed you so much…”

You could barely think, gripping the sheets as his hips slammed against your ass.

“You make me feel so good…” You cried through a high-pitched sob as Mayday brought a hand to your swollen clit, rubbing circles that caused tears to prick at your eyes.

“Do you want to come on this cock?” He growled, still circling your clit with precision, knowing exactly how you needed it.

“Y-yes…I…please…” White-hot euphoria was building in your lower belly, words now failing you, letting your unchaste cries of his name do the talking for you.

“Then come for me, love, I want to feel you come on my cock…"

With a final circle of his finger, your climax came crashing down on you, bucking back against him as your back arched at the intensity of your orgasm, his pace not faltering, letting out his own gasp at the sensation of you clenching and fluttering around him.

You were teetering on the edge of overstimulation as Mayday continued to pound into you, his own climax building dangerously fast, his fingers still on your clit.

Your name left his lips in guttural groans as he buried himself deep, deep into you one last time, feeling his cock swell as his own orgasm peaked, his eyes squeezing shut as the warmth of his release filled your still-aching cunt.

Your bodies were shaking, your legs feeling like jelly from the force of your release.

Both of your bodies began to relax, Mayday pumping into you a few more times, feeling the last after shocks of his orgasm subsiding before lowering himself down on top of you. Your gasps filled the air, your bodies thoroughly covered in sweat. You turned on your back, catching your breath as Mayday moved off you.

You looked to him, but he was already moving down the bed, positioning himself between your thighs, taking your legs that were still recovering from your orgasm and throwing them over his shoulders. "You said you didn't want to walk tomorrow, and I'm a man of my word." Mayday rumbled as he buried his face between your legs, your hands flying to his head, digging into his scalp as he licked your sensitive cunt, flattening his tongue and sucking at your clit.

You couldn't speak as he began his meal, still reeling from before. His beard rubbing against the inside of your thighs, sending shivers up and down your body.

You knew this was only the beginning of a long night.

And a man of his word, he was.

A/N: Daddy Mayday will take care of you, don’t worry. Taglist: @blueink-bluesoul @pb-jellybeans @king-chaos-world @the-cantina @wolffegirlsunite @523rdrebel @dukeoftheblackstar @sleepingsun501

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[vodika-vibes]

Okay I hope I’m not bothering you with this, but could you consider writing something sweet and spicy for Mayday?

Something Sweet

Summary: An early morning between you and Mayday

Pairing: Commander Mayday x F!Reader

Word Count: 986

Warnings: Smut

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni

A/N: Sorry that this took so long, I needed to to research on Mayday...of which there wasn't a lot, lol.

You wake to the sensation of warm lips against your lower back, and you release a soft sigh as you stretch out as best as you can.

“Hm…Good morning,” Mayday’s voice is a low murmur as he continues trailing his lips across your lower back. And then he slowly drags his lips up your spine, until he reaches the back of your neck.

“Morning,” You murmur sleepily as you sink into your pillow, more than happy to let him lavish you with attention while you slowly wake up. “How long have you been awake?”

He sweeps your hair off the back of your neck, allowing him better access to your skin, and he lazily places feather light kisses all over your neck. “About an hour,” He replies after a moment. “You looked so peaceful, I just watched you sleep for a bit.”

You hum thoughtfully, “That’s creepy, May.”

“So you keep saying,” He presses a hot kiss on the side of your neck, over the red mark he left the night before, “And yet, I can’t seem to stop myself from admiring you.”

You hum in response, it doesn’t really bother you, and you both know it. It is, however, something you like teasing him about. “I’m sure that I’m a vision of beauty with my hair messed up from sleep.”

“You are,” He agrees honestly.

A laugh slips from your lips, and you turn your head to look at him, “You’d be the only person to think that, love.”

“Good thing mine is the only one that matters,” He replies lightly.

Another laugh falls from you as you sink back into your pillow, “So are we spending today with you lavishing me with kisses?” You tease lightly.

“Now there’s an idea,” Mayday murmurs, “No work, no responsibilities. Just you and me.”

“Sounds perfect.” You say quietly.

“It does.” He agrees. You shiver when he pushes the blanket to the end of the bed, “There, that’s much better. I can see all of you now.”

“S’cold.” You grumble as you try to drag the blanket back up, with your foot, only to whine when he tosses the blanket completely off the bed. “I’ll just freeze, I suppose.”

“Well, we can’t have that.” Mayday teases as he trails his calloused hand down your spine, over your rear, and down to the back of your thighs, “I suppose I’ll just have to warm you up.”

“Well, I would hate to have to burden you,” You tease in return.

Mayday laughs, “Oh, cyar’ika. If I ever think that having sex with you is a burden, you can just take me out back and shoot me, because I’ll have clearly lost my senses.”

He moves down your body so he’s kneeling between your legs, and then he tugs your body so that you’re sitting up on your knees.

“There we go,” Mayday murmurs as he slides a finger through your folds, “You’re already wet, cyare. Were you having a nice dream?”

“The best,” You agree.

He leans over you, and you press back against him when you feel his hard length pressed against you. Mayday laughs softly and kisses the back of your neck, “Was I a part of your dream, cyare?”

“Of course.” You reply immediately, a soft moan falling from you as he slowly eases into you, “The most important part.”

Mayday moves slowly, easing himself into the deepest parts of you, and then easing himself back out again. The slow pace designed to torment both of you. “Tell me?” He requests.

“Was,” Your words are cut off with a moan, as he reaches around you to lazily rub circles over your clit, “was this. Just like this.” You manage to gasp out. 

“My perfect girl,” He kisses your cheek, as his hips snap forward with sudden force, pulling a moan from you, “As it happens, I had a dream about you too.” He groans as he slows his pace once more, a breathless laugh falling from him as you whine in disappointment.

“Will you tell me?” You ask as you arch against him.

Mayday bites down on your shoulder, pulling a louder moan from you, “Dreamt we were at the park, where you wore that pretty green dress I like so much,” his thrusts speed up, “and I brought you to the willow tree and pinned you against it, and I took you right there. Where anyone could see us, could hear you-”

You whine and clench tightly around him, you could picture the scene clearly in your mind, and it sent even more heat straight to your core.

“Oh, I felt that,” Mayday chuckles breathlessly, “My pretty girl likes the risk of nearly being caught.”

“May-” His name falls from your lips, “Please-”

“What do you need, cyare?” He asks, his voice low.

“M’close-” You gasp out.

“I know you are, baby.” Mayday bites down on your shoulder again, and he presses a little harder on your clit, applying just the right kind of pressure, and he’s rewarded with a cry of pleasure as you topple over the edge. 

Praise falls from him as he tightly grips your hips so he’s able to chase his own end. A low groan falls from him as he spills his release deep inside you, and then he stays inside you, his forehead pressed against the back of your neck as he catches his breath. 

“Love you, May.” You murmur as you reach back to thread your fingers with his.

“Love you too, cyare.” He presses a light kiss against the side of your neck, “I hope you know I’m nowhere near done with you.” He says against your skin.

You release a breathless little laugh, “I would be disappointed if you were.”

He grins, “Well, I can’t have that now can I?”

And you laugh softly, as he pulls out and then flips you so you’re on your back.

#star wars #tcw #commander mayday x reader #mayday x reader #18+ fic #clone thirsting #star wars fanfiction #x reader fanfiction #answered asks

[multi-fan-dom-madness]

🚂SMUT TRAIN NEXT STOP: @multi-fan-dom-madness

PROMPT: ❛ let me come in you, please. i want to fill you up. ❜

WITH: Mayday

all aboard the train to whoreville. thanks for this ask, friend!! this was a lot of fun; i'm challenging myself to keep these short little ficlets!

Perfect

Summary: Mayday is a tender lover, that is all. Prompt in bold.

Warnings: smut be here, minors be gone; gn!reader, penetrative sex, creampie

Word Count: 357

You love when it’s like this. He’s everywhere, filling your every sense, setting every nerve alight with a pleasure so intense that it’s all-consuming. His forehead pressed against yours, you peer into his dark eyes. If you weren’t already breathless from the way his hips rock against yours, the ardent, fervent adoration in his amber gaze would have stolen the air from your lungs.

Where your bodies join, all sweaty skin and desperate, searching hands, pleasure thrums through you. Even where his beard tickles your face, you want more of it. More of him. His thick cock reaches parts of you that only he can, the stretch immaculate with every shallow thrust. Your legs are folded up, Mayday caging you into a perfect mating press. 

Grasping at his toned back, you moan quietly, the sound only for him. “Mayday.”

“I’ve got you,” he rasps. His breath fans over your face. “Stars, you’re so perfect.” 

Chuckling breathlessly, you cradle the back of his neck and bring his lips down to yours. He meets you eagerly. Lips slotted together in a messy kiss, you groan into his mouth as he continues to rut into you. 

You pull away just enough to mumble against his lips, “N-Need you to cum for me, May.”  

He groans and buries his face in the crook of your neck. The change in angle has you nearly falling apart under him, the pressure against that one spot inside you quickly removing your coherency. Mayday bites into your soft skin; he’s close, too. 

“Fuck,” he pants, his voice low and raspy in your ear. “Let me cum in you, please. I want to fill—you—up.” 

He punctuates his words with strong, deep thrusts—you gasp out a breathless ‘yes’ before shattering for him. Your world condenses to the pulsing of your walls around his throbbing cock as he buries into you. His cum is hot as it fills you, marking you as his and his alone. 

“May,” you pant. Pressing your lips to the swell of his shoulder, you rub aimless designs along his back until he stops shaking. 

“I love you,” he whispers. 

“I love you more.”

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[sev-on-kamino]

Sev! Congratulations! You are killing it 💙

For the prompt, can I request Mayday, green, early morning, and either SFW or NSFW (dealer's choice)? Thank you for doing this, and for being such an amazing, fun, creative, and inspiring part of this community! You deserve all the best things!

Ahhhh, DJ!!! Thank you for being absolutely fucking wonderful on all levels🥹. I am honored and terrified you trusted me with your beloved Mayday, and I hope you enjoy this humble offering of 7 sentences from my heart 💙💙

warnings: unprotected piv sex (protect yourself irl pls), creampies, Minors DNI, nsfw or any other place you may happen to be when the notification for this comes through 😌

This is your favorite time of day when Mayday is home, as there’s enough light to see him, but not wake him, and you can imagine for a few glorious minutes that every day will be like this, that your lives are your own with no war, no pit in your stomach when your comm rings, nothing to take him from you except for time, and you could live with that.

It’s Mayday’s favorite time of day too, and he keeps his eyes closed and his breathing even to allow you to look as long as you like, knowing that, after a few moments, your hands will go wandering to trace his lips with your fingertips, to brush across his cheekbones, and down his nose, but you can never go too long before you slide closer, tossing one leg over him to settle on top of him, letting your covered sex rest over his cock, creating the perfect wake up call, as you look down at him like a queen surveying her kingdom.

His hands, calloused and warm, slide up your thighs to your hips, encouraging you to grind slowly against him, eliciting sighs and soft noises of anticipation, which he always builds up like an architect, whose favorite creation is your pleasure, and it requires monuments in its honor daily, and Mayday is nothing if not diligent in laying the foundation in the form his touch along your hips, over your stomach, to your breasts, that he cups with reverent hands, thumbs brushing over stiff peaks, causing your back to arch delicately.

Then comes the framework, as he removes the shirt of his you fell asleep in, and runs his hands over the newly exposed skin, always so soft beneath his hands, against his lips, leaving him craving more even when he has days more to indulge in you, but that’s what he loves about you, and he cherishes the ache in his chest in your absence, as it reminds him what awaits him, but it’s no time for such thoughts when he has work to do to satisfy you.

He lifts your hips to give you room to guide his cock to your entrance, laughing softly when you don’t even bother to remove your panties, but rather just tug them to the side before you sink down onto his length, your breath hitching at the stretch of him, his name falling from your lips like a prayer, as he fills you completely once your ass has met his hips again.

It’s time for his favorite part, when the two of you move together, building up to that first blissful release before the dew has even settled on the tiny little plants accumulated on your balcony, before the birds have whistled their first notes, for Mayday likes the song he pulls from your body to be the first one he hears in the morning, and as your hips roll, and his fingers roam, he sits up, eager to press kisses to your heated skin, as his arms wrap around your body and pull you close, so you can feel his heartbeat against your skin.

You don’t hold back, seeing no need to be quiet about your enjoyment of your lover, and you let your moans dance into his ears, causing him to tighten his grip on you, encouraging you to move against him harder, even as he guides one of hands between your bodies to rub practiced circles over the little bundle of nerves that makes your walls flutter around him as he growls your name softly before ribbons of his cum coat your walls, while the two of you cling to one another and slowly descend from your high, and Mayday declares against your skin that it’s another perfect morning.

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[imabeautifulbutterfly]

Congratulations for the 450 followers ! You deserves it ! Have one more ❤️

Can I request a 5 and 13 for the fic roulette ? With Mayday , please 👌

Hello my lovely, @griffedeloup

I loved having Mayday to work with; I tried a different approach for this one. I hope you enjoy it. I look forward to writing more for this lovely man.

Love oo,

Italics - Comms

Encrypted Communication

Warning: Mixed communications, insults, curse words, I think that's it, let me know if I miss any.

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{03:24 - Encrypted communication} - Looking for your report cadet, why isn’t it on my desk?

{03:27 - Encrypted communication} - Cadet, I’m not going to ask again! Report better be on my desk in the next five minutes or I’ll have you running 50 laps before breakfast!

You groaned as your comm beeped frantically, you grabbed to look at the messages you were receiving. Groaning in annoyance. 

{03:35} To whoever typed in the wrong karking number - I’m not your cadet. So shut up!

{03:36 - Encrypted communication} - Do you think this is funny, cadet? Also why isn’t your communicator encrypted?

You blinked at the message. 

{03:37} I’m sure this is more than what you were expecting, but do me a favour, jackass, and look at the number you’re typing!

{03:38 - Encrypted communication} … // … // … I apologize for the late comm messages. It was unintentional. Apparently my cadet thought it would be funny to change one number on the number I have saved under his name on my communicator. I will definitely make sure to exact punishment on the cadet.

You couldn’t help smirk at the message, feeling sorry for the cadet but also pretty impressed he was about to get a hold of his commander’s comm device. 

{03:39} No worries. Although I hope you don’t kill your cadet. If you don’t mind my asking, how did he get a hold of your comm?

{03:40 - Encrypted communication} More than likely while I was taking a shower. I do apologize for the inconvenience. 

{03:41} That’s okay. You smirked. Tell me, you really gonna make your cadet run 50 laps?

{03:43 - Encrypted communication} I do believe the punishment should fit the crime although I may make him run 75.

{03:44} Okay, I feel bad for him … I’m assuming it’s a him? Could be a her?

{03:45 - Encrypted communication} It’s a him. 

{03:46} So I’m assuming you can’t sleep

{03:46} - Encrypted communication} Can’t sleep?

{03:47} Well you’re up and texting someone at 3 in the morning. Actually for the past 20 minutes give or take, so either you’re living somewhere that’s in a different time zone or … you can’t sleep and feel the need to torture those who are beneath you.

As you sent the message you regretted the innuendo that it sounded like. 

{03:48} Okay, that wasn’t meant to sound like it did.

{03:48 - Encrypted communication} Hahaha, but you’re right. On both fronts. 

{03:49} Oh really! LOL. That’s interesting to know. By the way, what’s your name? 

And that weird three a.m., conversation was the beginnings of your friendship with Mayday, now almost six months later, you two were exchanging messages like there was no tomorrow, and in fairness for a man who was somewhere in the galaxy, somewhere possibly fighting for his life the least you could was answer his messages. 

{12:40 - Encrypted communication} Good afternoon, mesh’la. You won’t believe the osik storm I’ve had to deal with today.

{12:41 - Encrypted communication} Hey handsome, what happened?

{12:42 - Encrypted communication} I’m getting transferred 

{12:43 - Encrypted communication} What??? Why??

{12:44 - Encrypted communication} Redeployment of assets. On the plus side I’ll be on Coruscant for the month before I have to get sent to my new station.

{12:45 - Encrypted communication} You’re coming here! Whoa! I wasn’t ready for that.

{12:46 - Encrypted communication} I’m sorry. Maybe I shouldn’t have mentioned it

{12:47 - Encrypted communication} Are you crazy? Of course you should’ve! I just never … I just never thought we’d actually meet in person. I mean yes, you walked me through encrypting my comm, and when I asked for a picture you sent me a picture of your helmet, which hahaha very funny by the way. But now, you’ll be here… on the same planet. With me. That’s … I’m beyond excited! Sorry that seems a bit much.

{12:49 - Encrypted communication} LOL no at all, mesh’la. I’m excited to meet you too. I’ll be arriving in two days. Maybe I can meet you at the cafe you talked about last time.

{12:50 - Encrypted communication} Alright, I’ll meet at Snow Capped Cafe. What time works for you?

{12:51 - Encrypted communication} I’ll be arriving on Coruscant, hopefully around 1300 hours. So after my debrief I should … hopefully, be available by 1930. 

{12:52 - Encrypted communication} I’m taking a shot and say that’s 7:30 p.m.?

{12:53 - Encrypted communication} Hahaha, yes mesh’la. 730 p.m. You know we went over military time a while back, you should know that. 

{12:54 - Encrypted communication} I know! I’m sorry. I’ll try to do better. 

{12:55 - Encrypted communication} You don’t have to do anything mesh’la. You just have to do you. I look forward to seeing you, and finally meeting you in person. I’ve looked at your picture enough to memorize what you look like, I’ll find you.

 {12:56 - Encrypted communication} Can’t wait, Mayday. See you in two days. 

Those two days went by faster than you expected, you sat in the cafe, staring at your cup of tea. You’d bought Mayday’s cup of coffee. Your stomach felt as though it had butterflies tied into knots being tossed about on a stormy sea. You wanted to throw up, run to the bathroom, and take a nap all at the same time. 

Mayday rushed to get to the cafe, the last thing he wanted to be was late, simply because one karking officer didn’t know when enough was enough and needed to shut up. Thankfully, it wasn’t far to the cafe, he came to a halt just before the cafe. He closed his eyes and took a breath. He looked in and saw you sitting at a table in the corner. You looked more beautiful than you had in your picture. 

Suddenly, the idea of actually talking to you face-to-face seemed like a really bad idea. That was until he saw your message.

{19:32 - Encrypted communication} Hey don’t want to make it feel like I'm pushing, just wondering if your debriefing is running late?

He couldn’t help the smile that appeared on his face the moment he read your message. He took in a deep breath and walked in, heading straight to you with a smile on his face. 

“Mesh’la?”

You looked up from your comm and smiled at him, standing up, “Mayday?”

“Hi” he smiled, brimming from ear to ear. It was awkward for a second before you both mutually decided without speaking to hug each other. “It’s so good to finally meet you, mesh’la.”

“You too!” You breathed in his scent, trying to remember the woodsy, peppermint, coffee, gun oil smell that seemed to be his. Somehow that scent made all your knots, butterflies, and raging storms calm down. In his arms you felt at home, at peace. 

You both pulled back to look at each other, smiling. “How was your flight back?”

“Hellish, boring, but I made it.” He smirked. 

You motioned for him to sit down, “Do you want something to eat or drink?”

“Don’t worry about me.”

“Please, my treat!”

He smiled and nodded, “In that case, surprise me.”

Surprise him you did, with a sandwich that was filled with grease, cheese, some sort of meat, and a sauce that was to die for, along with a pecan pie slice, and a mochaccino that had whipped cream, with chocolate shavings. You walked over with the number for your order and placed it on the table, smiling as you sat in front of him. 

“Thanks for making this a possibility,” you smiled chewing on your lower lip. 

“C’mon, like I need an excuse to spend time with you. Not my mesh’la, the one who came up with the most effective way to torture someone.”

You started laughing, “All I said was it would suck if they had to run without their flight suits in cold weather. You’re the one who went all out with it being the perfect punishment for anyone who didn’t turn in their reports.”

“And you know I’ve been getting everyone’s report on the dot, thanks to your genius.” He chuckled as he looked at you. His eyes widened when the waitress brought over the food and placed the mochaccino, “Wow, when I told you to surprise me, you really surprised me.”

“Well I got some stuff that I thought you might like and the best hot sauce around.” you pulled out your secret hot sauce from your bag and placed it on the table, “You said you liked sweet and spicy. So I got you pecan pie and a mochaccino with whipped cream, and the most greasy yet delicious sandwich imaginable.”

Mayday reached over and held your hand, stroking your knuckles with the back of his thumb, “Just when I thought you couldn’t possibly be any more perfect.”

You felt your face flush as you looked at him, “And just when I thought you couldn’t get any smoother with your lines. Where are you getting transferred to?”

“Barton IV”

“Barton IV, where’s that?”

“Somewhere that doesn’t mean a whole hell of a lot to the Empire.”

“Then why go?”

“Because that’s what a clone Commander is supposed to do.”

“Just be safe, when you do go. So you’re here for a month… so much to plan and do.” You smile as you look at him. “Is this your first time to Coruscant?”

“I’ve been here a number of times, don’t worry. I know my way around, but I’d still like to see what you have planned.” He smirked as he looked at you.

“Hmmm so many options. Well have you been to 79’s?”

“Of course.”

“Great! Than you can take me! We have to build up these memories before you leave.”

“Don’t worry, mesh’la, even without memories, I’ll still be the best pen pal, you could’ve hoped for.”

You nodded as you glanced down to the pecan pie, chewing the inside of your cheek, “Is that … what we are, pen pals?”

Mayday squeezed your hand, “I thought we were friends, I hoped really good friends.”

You lifted your eyes half way, “What if … we tried for more than that?”

“Then you would’ve made this Commander the happiest Commander in the Imperial Army.”

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[coffeeandbatboys]

Congrats love! That's amazing.

Okay how about 7, Mayday, and 🥰

Merci buckets.

Love oo

Prompt: Writing little notes on post-its and leaving them in random places to read.

This one turned angsty but I promised that all of these would have a happy ending so obvs had to fix it.

Warnings: presumed death. Angst. ending.

Fate (Mayday x Reader)

The morning before Mayday shipped out was spent on bitter tears and desperate kisses. He promised that when the war was over he'd make up for all of the time you lost.

It had been hard, adjusting to the lack of company.

You'd periodically find a love note scribbled on colorful flimsi somewhere in your speeder or around the apartment. They brought you more joy than he'd ever know.

He had left you with no doubt about his love, and anticipating the next time you'd see him.

But weeks turned into months.

Months turned into a year.

The republic fell, replaced by an even more corrupt empire. A lieutenant had told you that most of the troopers on Barton IV were killed in action.

So you rebelled. For four months you did everything that the Empire stood against, and they made sure you were punished for every last insignificant crime.

They were banishing you to one of the infamous ‘hellhole planets’

You were dropped miles from the base with half a ration bar and a torn up coat. Trekking through the snow and the ice, you thought that maybe just dying was a good idea. You had fallen too many times to count, and it was becoming hard to get back up when you felt like your muscles were being stabbed by a million icicles. But a voice called to you. Someone across the frozen ground was running in your direction.

Standing on shaky legs you raised a hand to your eyes to get a better look at who it was.

You recognized clone armor and began to trudge through the snow once more.

When the trooper reached you, you had fallen again. He dropped to his knees and removed his bucket. You looked into his eyes and hope swelled in your chest.

He kissed you with the same passion as the last ones you’d shared all that time ago.

“M..mm..may..ay..d..d..ay?” You gasped through chattering teeth, blinking through the snow on your lashes. His forehead rested against yours.

“It’s me, Mesh’la,” his voice broke. “Come on, let’s get you out of here.”

He held you in his arms and helped you all the way back to the base.

You cried and held onto him for hours, praying to whoever that it wasn’t a dream. He was so different from the last time you’d seen him, but he was still your Mayday.

“I read your notes,” you hiccuped, tears freezing on your cheeks. “The imperials told me that you were dead…”

He tightened his grip on you and his beard tickled your neck. “No, no, cyare. I’m right here. I’m okay. Maker, I’m so glad you’re alive.”

You swallowed thickly. “Me too.”

You gave him the best kiss you could with how cold it was. As soon as his lips met yours, it was like something inside you exploded and it was no longer cold anymore. He nudged your nose with his.

“I missed you, Mesh’la.”

You scoffed. “You have no idea, Mayday.”

His expression turned playful. “Perhaps you should show me, then.”

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