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Commander Mayday illustration by @nika6q

A Match for Mayday: Chapter 3

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

Pairing: Mayday x Flower Farmer Reader

Rating: M (18+ Minors DNI)

Wordcount: 2.4k

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

A/N: dedicated to @nika6q ❤️‍🩹

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’ll pass,” you say firmly.

“On the children or the troopers?”

“Both,” you reply.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Great,” you parrot back with false enthusiasm.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No, it doesn’t,” you reply.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You could have fooled me,” you retort.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Then—” he begins.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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clone-whore-99 · 1 year

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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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staycalmandhugaclone · 11 months

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Hi it's @clone-anon and you know why I'm sending this

Mayday did not speak to anyone on Pabu for a long time. He didn't talk about how long it had taken his internal injuries to heal or the huge amount of effort put forth by his brothers to rescue him and get him away from the Empire simply so he could heal and have a chance.

He lived right next to you in a small house that had been rebuilt since that giant wave destroyed lower Pabu. You smiled at him as he came and went and it took him a little while, but he started to smile at you too. This turned into a nod and a smile and eventually he came over and said hello. You shook his hand and offered him help with anything he needed. He felt overwhelmed by this, crosshed his arms, and then thanked you before hiding away in his home.

Months went by and slowly he opened up a bit more. He didn't talk about what brought him here, but you knew he was a clone and you knew he had been through a lot.

One day you were gardening and he peeked out his window to watch. Mayday had never helped anything grow, not in the way he wanted. He'd always done his job and followed orders. He felt he was built for destruction and so seeing you help things to live and thrive warmed his heart.

"Do you, uh, need any help," he asked as he stepped outside.

"Sure," you replied.

You showed him the basics and he started helping you repot some plants and tend to some others. It became an every day thing. He found it relaxing and really enjoyed your company. You opened up to him, wanting him to know you and not be a stranger. He started opening up too. What it was like being a clone and having a shared understanding, then losing part of your identity in a way once the war ended, and then coming to a place where everyone is different and has varying experiences. How overwhelming it could be for him at times, but that he was trying.

"You're doing great, Mayday."

He looked up at you, eyebrows knit, heart thumping. "You think so?"

"Of course. I'm sure it will take time, but I'm glad you're here."

He smiled at you, cleared his throat, and you both got back to work.

This... annnoooooonnnnn this is so damn perfect!! You crammed character growth and healing and the beginnings of a super sweet something in under 400 words, and I love you so much.

Gonna wrap Mayday up in pure happiness and warmth, and teach him all about gardening, and comfort him when things get too much, and and and

#clone anon blessings #MAYDAY MY LOVE!!#Dying of happiness #star wars #star wars fanfic #star wars the bad batch #tbb #tbb mayday #commander mayday #mayday #mayday x reader #mayday x you

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nahoney22 · 9 months

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After the support recently on my works I’ve definitely enjoyed writing again. So pleased people seem to have liked my Commander Mayday fic, the support has been lovely to see after coming back. Thank you 💜🩵💜

#thank you all sm #commander mayday x reader #commander mayday #mayday x you #commander mayday x you #the bad batch

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wild-karrde · 1 year

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#Fandom Friday

We've been denied SO much! And @corrieguards sweet fic 'Home' with pur beloved Commander Mayday just fills the void.

I was equally crying and melting because of his hotness.

WE DESERVE MORE MAYDAY CONTENT and this fic definitely scratches that itch. We all know I love a good reunion fic, and this is a good reunion fic. The relief at finding one another, the familiarity, the flirting?

YES TO ALL. Thanks for the rec, Caro!

Participate in Fandom Friday to show your favorite creators from this week some love! :)

#FANDOM FRIDAY #creator appreciation #fic rec #fanfiction #fan fic #star wars #the bad batch #tbb #mayday #mayday x reader #mayday x you

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mel-kusanagi · 11 months

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there's always a kiss scene that usually happens while the movie starts to end, right?

aka how beyond the spiderverse ends

#based on that one scene from madagascar 2 lmao #mayday already knows what's going on with her two dads let's be honest-#she's just happy to see them finally kiss lol #also lyla will use it for blackmail purposes hehe #pavitr meanwhile: you guys owe me ten bucks each i told you they're a thing!#peter b parker #miguel o'hara #spider man #spider man 2099 #spiderdads #peter b parker x miguel o'hara #spiderverse #across the spiderverse

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rainroses45 · 10 months

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Imagine when miguel is chasing after miles and instead of trying to stop him forcefully you just yell out “IM PREGNANT” instead.

the way miguel would crash into a car shocked, quickly turning around to face you with the most “i beg your biggest fûcking pardon” face ever. it’s just makes me cackle at the way this man would be like “seriously out of all times you chose to tell me THIS IS WHAT YOU CHOSE?!”

miles wouldn’t even have turned back. my dude would have skedaddled so fast from the scene, but not before yelling out a faint “congratulations” before continuing on.

miguel would have just stayed there frozen not sure if he should be running towards you or chasing after miles. you just stand then shimming around awkwardly wondering if you should specify anymore information or cha cha real smooth to the honking cars.

then everyone else just shows up all confused seeing miguel just stand there shocked as if someone just stole his left kidney. untill all of them see you and then just start nodding like “oh so you finally told him.” peter would be video tapping everything like “mayday first pregnancy reveal / chase” while making sure to have miguel’s shocked face in the video for blackmail <3

#miguel o’hara #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o’hara x you #pregnant reader #miles morales #spider man across the spider verse #peter b parker #mayday parker #spiderman spiderverse #i’m literally in love with him

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stellaaarree · 11 months

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how some of the spidermans would react to reader in a ‘risky’ shirt.

sexual innuendo, on the shirt. thats it.

currently thinking about reader walking into HQ for the first time without her spidey suit and shes wearing one of those tiktok shirts, yes the baby tee ones. this one in particular. a pink baby tee with the words “bottoming my way to the top!” plastered over it in a brighter pink. MINORS WILL ALL BE PLATONIC FRIENDS BECAUSE IM NOT WEIRD!!

MIGUEL

does a double take, like one of his sassy head turns and then mumbles some curses in Spanish. nobody knows whether it was because of the wording or he just wanted to look at your tits.

will 100% be stood halfway in front of you or menacingly behind you if anyone even tries to stare. he’s a possessive man okay😫

would grab you aside at some point and go into full interrogation mode. “why are you wearing this?its inappropriate. (secretly likes it.) “you want attention. ill give you attention.”

disapproving head shakes every time he sees you. its so clear hes just jealous he can’t be fully staring at it the whole time.

MILES

has to do a re-read. gwen is most likely telling him what it meant because hes a lil slow.

thought it was one of those, ‘fake it till you make it!’ quotes. was wrong.

admires your confidence and 100% is sending you pictures of funny shirts he sees (the quotes a lot more tame.)

will be grabbing things for you from top shelves, if he can’t get reach it, he’s using webs or making a fool outa himself tryna be chivalrous 😭😭

GWEN

gives a simple, “woah.” at the shirt. lowkey thinks of you as a big sister and now wants something like that. your not getting her one💀.

scary short friend energy. anyone looks at your boobs or makes a crude comment she is ON them. like literally calling them out.

you end up waking up the next day with a million messages from her, one of them being a parcel on her bed.

you made her put a hoodie over it.

PETER B PARKER

had mayday with him the day you wore it and gasped so dramatically with a, “there is a child here!?” knowing damn well mayday ain’t got a clue what that says.

is making stupid dad jokes the whole day. “guess i’ll take the top bunk!” expecting a room of laughter when it turns out to just be him wheezing. mayday disappointedly looking at him. giggling at your disapproving headshake.

if anyone dares looking at you crude. hes behind you, glaring them down while innocently asking. “whatcha looking at??” mayday on his hip not setting the most intimidating scene.

getting things for you 100%. your just stood there, now holding mayday as he goes around grabbing anything for you from a slightly high up counter while you insist its fine.

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hazbin-a-helluvamagines · 23 days

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How bout angel dust, Verosika and Alastor with a puppy hybrid s/o? Like, they have puppy ears and tail and has some dog like tendencies?

For example: they love to bite and play with dog toys,they bark and growl, they LOVE headpats and being called "good boy/girl"

You can remove 2 characters if it's too much.

"Good Puppy!" ; Alastor, Angel Dust, Verosika Mayday

I'll be honest here: I have no idea how you got this to happen, because this man absolutely HATES dogs, and therefore hated you when he first met you. And he's honestly quite possibly the worst one to be with as a puppy hybrid.

He was exceptionally cruel, calling you a "mangey mongrel", a "rabid mutt", and just about any cruel name for a dog under the sun.

Will try to make you act more human. He'd despise your dog features. Dogs remind him of his death, and that's something he'd rather not deal with.

If you've managed to start dating him, he'll be slightly more polite, but still make his distaste for those features very apparent to you.

"S/O, must you constantly be wiggling that furry abomination?"

It isn't that he means to be mean, but, well, in some primal way, you scare him, and he doesn't know how to cope with feeling that helpless.

If you growl or bark at him, you will ROYALLY piss him off, and he will actually need to leave to avoid either lashing out at you or having a mental breakdown.

Fortunately, with enough time and patience, he will eventually calm down and begin to regard you as safe, and not someone he needs to fear. Then he'll become noticeably kinder to you.

"Well, aren't you just a dandy little pup! Excited to see me, hm? Such a good boy/girl~."

He may have started off cold, but he's trying to be better for you now.

He isn't sure how he feels about dog toys and the like, but hey, he's a literal cannibal and serial killer, who is he to judge? As long as you're having fun.

Eventually, he'll begin to give you those headpats you so crave, realizing how happy it makes you. He can stand a bit of discomfort for your sake.

But seriously... please don't bark or growl at him, he still doesn't like the moment of panic he's forced to feel when that happens.

He wouldn't do it to you, so don't do it to him. That's his one boundary with your dog-like behavior/appearance.

Oh boy. He'd be the one constantly flirting and teasing you for your traits, but in a loving (and very NSFW) manner.

"What's with the tail, Ears? Got a pet play kink or somethin'?"

When he finds out you ACTUALLY enjoy being called a good boy, that actually sets off every single one of his teasing instincts.

Every single day, you'll hear a joke about you having a praise kink, purely because it makes Angel laugh.

But he's only teasing, of course. If you actually tell him you're uncomfortable, of course he'll stop. The last thing he wants is for you to feel uncomfortable with him.

He'll also get you dog toys and chew toys if you find them fun!

And his absolute favorite thing to do is pet your ears and ruffle your tail, especially if they're as fluffy as his chest is! He finds the sensation soothing.

If you growl at him, chances are he'll growl back at you just to mess with you.

Or he'll make a claw motion and do the little "rawr~" thing because he finds it amusing how you react when you don't know how to respond to something.

He'll also definitely tease you if your tail ever wags.

"That a tail or are ya just happy ta see me, baby boy~?"

He's a tease but... very sweet. Toward you, at least.

At first, she didn't really see the appeal of dating a puppy hybrid. She treats Vortex like a guard dog, and she initially expected you to be the same.

But of course, who could resist a cute puppy? She quickly warmed up to you, finding you absolutely adorable. Whereas Verosika is sultry and seductive, you were cute and innocent, and she loved that about you.

She'd often find herself petting your head and telling you what a good boy/girl you were, seemingly without actually consciously meaning to. She just couldn't resist, the puppy eyes were too much for her!

"Aww, S/O! Such a good boy/girl! Who's my good boy/girl? You are! Yes you are!"

Yeah, even after you start dating, that doesn't change. She still calls you that, but her affections now run even deeper.

As in, she buys you a LOT of dog toys. A lot. She doesn't know why you love them so much, but she knows she wants you to be happy, because you absolutely deserve it.

She's also greatly amused whenever you bark or growl, but shh, don't tell anyone. That isn't part of her persona!

Sometimes, when you're cuddling, she'll wrap her tail around yours and slowly wag them both, since she knows it both stimulates you and expresses affection.

She'd also probably use your barking and growling to her advantage to scare people she doesn't like off. Nine times out of ten, it works. Dogs can be pretty scary when they're not being friendly actively, and puppies are no different.

"That was amazing, S/O. You really know how to scare a little bitch off!"

You didn't really mean to scare anyone, but you were happy Verosika was happy.

She did send that person an apology note at your insistence, though, luckily.

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starrylothcat · 9 months

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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

#commander mayday #commander mayday x reader #commander mayday x you #mayday x reader #mayday x you #commander mayday tbb #mayday tbb #the bad batch smut #the bad batch #starrycatwrites

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ronwestbreeze · 11 months

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too fast

pairing: miguel o'hara x spider!fem!reader warnings: more angst summary: he should've stopped you... word count: 2.4k author's note: this will be the last installment! since we don't know what happens after atsv we're gonna leave it here for now! thanks for giving too slow so much and i hope you enjoy part 2!

part 1

If Miguel O’Hara had to guess, it all started going downhill when you accidentally discovered that your sister was going to die. It wasn’t supposed to happen, you finding out. Like everything else in a Spider person’s life, it was a canon event that was bound to happen, a significant event that would truly make you who you were now. The White Spider. An event that would happen naturally, like all tragic ones do.

Because the truth was, they happen. And there was nothing you could do to stop it.

That’s what Miguel tried to tell you. That if you tried to interfere, then your dimension would unravel just as his did. He didn’t want that for you. Couldn’t want that for you. There were worse fates and that was one of them.

But of course, you were determined.

“Don’t tell me to stand by and let it happen, Miguel, all because of some stupid canon shit. Don’t tell me that.” You gritted out as you stalked down the hall, him right behind you.

“I am, Domino.” Miguel argued desperately. “I am telling you not to endanger your dimension over something that is supposed to happen. I am doing this to protect you—“

You whirled around on him, causing Miguel to stop short in front of you, “This is your way of protecting me? By telling me to stand by and let my sister die all because of some computer program?! Be fucking for real, Miguel!”

“Yes, because I know the dangers of what’s going to happen if you—”

“No, Miguel, no you don’t.” It hurt, your words. You knew what he had gone through, what he had lost. But you were too stubborn. He knew this. “I’m gonna try. Because that’s what we do. We try even if the odds are against us. That’s what all this shit that happened to me has led up to, right? Why stop now?”

It wasn’t like Miles Morales. No, this was before he learned that there were more forceful ways to stop something like this from happening.

He should’ve stopped you.

But things just fell apart too fast for him to keep up in the end.

Miguel practically dove through the portal to your dimension with Jessica and a few other Spider-men at his side. The crisis was a disaster. The Brooklyn Bridge was halfway in the water, cars either destroyed or hanging by black webs made by you. Immediately, Miguel and the others played damage control. There was yet another villain that had escaped their world and fell into another. This time it was a Green Goblin. One large enough to do this much damage.

It didn’t take long for Miguel to spot your white suit swinging about frantically, your head turning quickly every second. Which meant he had arrived just in time to stop you from making the biggest mistake you could’ve ever made for yourself and your universe. Miguel kept his eyes glued to you while leading people to safety. Until he spotted your sister’s car being thrown up in the air, quickly being caught by your black webs.

You were at the top of the bridge, trying to convince your sister to calm down, revealing your identity to her. Miguel landed on top of the bridge, you sent him a scowl and raised your hand, “Don’t!”

“You know what will happen, Domino.” He tried warning you. “One life or an entire universe? Over other families? Other brothers and sisters? What then?!”

You ignored him and shot a web down to your sister to grab onto. “If I don’t do this, then I will never forgive myself. I’m not like you, Miguel.” You looked at him pleadingly, desperately. “I can’t—”

The green hulking figure hurtled right into you, taking both you and Miguel off guard.

Your grip on your sister slipped but she was able to grab onto another web and hold on while you were preoccupied with the Green Goblin. A wave of rage—fear?—hit Miguel as he dashed toward the ugly beast, using his whole weight to throw it off of you and tackled it down to the ground.

“You don’t get to touch her!” He growled, pounding the goblin’s face until it was finally unconscious.

The bridge began to fall. Jessica began ordering every spider person around to quickly gather all the civilians left on the bridge. The top of the bridge where your sister was hanging began to crumble and Miguel watched as you swung back toward her.

He should’ve stopped this long before. He shouldn’t have let it get this far.

You were already dashing across the top of the bridge, Miguel had ended up behind you in seconds. You glanced over your shoulder at him, “Miguel, don’t!”

But he ignored you and shot his scarlet webs toward your figure. But of course, you were quicker than him, You always were.

His webs had missed. The web holding your sister up snapped. She was falling.

And you had dived after her.

Miguel leaped off the bridge, shot a thick web toward you and above him. In seconds the fall had stopped. You were now hanging and attached to Miguel’s web while the other half of his web kept him attached to what was left of part of the bridge.

But your webs had already been released.

You had already caught her.

No. No. No. No. No.

You had been too fast for him.

When the adrenalin cooled down a bit, you shot your head up at him, the angered glare evident on your face, “Were you really about to fucking stop me?!”

Instead of acknowledging your anger, Miguel shot back, “Do you realize what you’ve done?!”

“I saved my sister!”

“You’ve given your universe a death sentence!” Miguel shouted. “Why do you have to be so fucking selfish?!”

“Selfish?!” You snapped. Now you were quite pissed. Truly, he had never seen you this angry before now. He supposed that it made sense that it would be him to cause this. There had been many close calls. Now, it was different. You couldn’t keep your resolve. “I didn’t invade another universe and replace a girl’s father! Did you ever think that your situation was different?! Did you ever think that what you did was a lot worse than me saving my sister?! You can’t project your problems onto me, Miguel. It’s not the same and you know it—”

“Did it ever occur to you that I did this because I love you?” Miguel hissed. “Did it ever occur to you that I couldn’t bear to watch you lose everything over the same mistake I made?! Did it, Domino? Did you ever stop and think—”

“Wait.” He realized then that you weren’t looking at him anymore. Instead you were looking down. At the end of your web. “If I screwed everything up, then how come my dimension isn’t unraveling?”

The way you asked this, the way you posed the question made him go silent for a moment. Because he just then realized things weren’t changing. Other than the chaos that was happening around them already, there wasn’t anything out of the ordinary. No holes in the dimension. Nothing disappearing.

“I….” Miguel looked back to you, “I….M-Miguel I saved her, didn’t I?”

He still couldn’t respond.

You reached your web up and tied it to Miguel’s wrist before snapping his web attached to you apart.

“Domino—”

But he watched you fall toward the bottom.

It didn’t take him long to get there too. It didn’t take him long to see the limp body attached to the end of your web. It didn’t take him long to realize that your universe wouldn’t unravel any time soon.

Your sister was dead. Just like it was supposed to….

This was supposed to be better. This was supposed to be what kept you and your universe safe.

Miguel O’Hara always made the tough calls. The decisions that no one else could.

So why did it feel like the dimension was tearing itself apart in front of his eyes? Why did it feel like you were going to disappear at any second? Why did it feel like he had already lost you even though you were right there.

He did. He lost you.

You slipped from his fingers so fast…

“Is this what you wanted?” A weak whisper left your lips, your back still turned to him.

There were no words he could say that could fix any of it.

Miguel removed his mask, so that you could see his face. So that you could see how sincere he was. Only for you to see. Only you mattered in that moment.

“Sometimes you can’t stop what’s meant to happen.” When you glanced over your shoulder at him, when you looked at him through glassy eyes—your mask now gone—it made the words a lot harder to force out, “I never wanted any of this. Not like this…”

Jessica and the others arrived but didn’t say anything. Jessica had been one of the people on Miguel’s side about the whole ordeal, but even she was smart enough not to say anything. You were already hurting too much.

You glared at him through the water falling from your eyes, you glared at Jessica, you glared at all of them.

“Well, congratulations.”

“Y/N…” Jessica tried, only she went silent when she noticed your sister’s body limp behind you. There was nothing to be said.

You tore off your bracelet and threw it at Miguel’s feet. “You saved the canon, O’Hara. You should be proud.”

After that, you stopped coming to HQ. Except for that one time when you announced you were quitting the society for good. After that he stopped seeing the White Spider swinging around your dimension and stopping bad guys. The only time he saw you don your suit was to fight a new villain called the Electro. After that, he hadn’t seen you in the newspapers nor social media ever again.

This wasn’t something he really didn’t see coming. Frankly, he wasn’t even sure if the canon knew this was what exactly would happen after your sister’s death. That you would just stop being the White Spider. That you would give it all up.

Fuck. Of course this would be the last straw. He knew you. He met your sister multiple times.

You weren’t like Miguel. You would not bounce back easily. That was never you.

He should’ve stopped it. He shouldn’t have let it get that far…

The fight on the train didn’t last for long. Like you had said beforehand, you hadn’t planned on fighting him. Only keeping him at bay so that Miles was given time to go back to his dimension. So you had gotten your licks in, getting to kick your man’s ass was something so refreshing and should’ve happened sooner if you were being honest.

You landed a few kicks at Miguel—his waist, face, and legs—before he grabbed you and threw you off the train. But you fell gracefully, knowing that you had done your part. So you entered your data into your bracelet, a portal appearing behind you.

“He’s just a kid, Miguel.” You called.

The last thing you saw was Miguel, an unreadable expression on his face as you disappeared through the portal.

Gwen had recruited you to help Miles a couple hours after you had gotten back to your dimension. Apparently, he had been sent to the wrong Earth so now it was your job to track him down and help him complete his goal. Helping him succeed at something that you couldn’t.

So before you started this long fight, the long journey ahead, you went to your sister’s grave. You honestly couldn’t remember the last time you were here. After the funeral, you weren’t sure you even came here alone yourself. Just to see her.

It hurt too much before. It only just kept reminding you how much you failed. Why you stopped being the White Spider. Why your relationship with Miguel could never quite be the same.

Your spine shuddered and you turned your head slightly away from your sister’s grave. “It’s kind of insensitive to do a sneak attack when I’m visiting my sister, O’Hara.”

Behind you, Miguel stood a little further away. His mask was off. You didn’t move from your sister’s grave and he didn’t move from where he stood. The two of you took to staring at each other for a long moment.

Since it didn’t seem like he was going to say anything first, you sighed, “Don’t act so surprised. I thought you knew me better than that—”

“I thought I did too.” Miguel scowled, though the harshness was mixed with something looser. Something that would’ve made you crumble on the spot.

You cleared away some of the dead rose petals from the last bouquet of flowers that were left here, “Is that what you came here for? To berate me into changing my mind? I’m convinced already—”

“I’m not here to convince you. How can I do that when you won’t listen to reason?” Miguel hissed. “If you are willing to die over this, destroy another universe, then…” You looked at him fully then. Perhaps you were too far away to see, perhaps your mind was playing tricks on you, but you could’ve sworn his eyes were red. Not from his unique abilities.

The emotion in his eyes, god you wanted to look away. You didn’t want your resolve to fail again. Not this time.

This time was too important.

“Then what?” You asked him quietly.

Miguel never responded to your question. He ducked his head down for a moment. The words that left his mouth almost barely audible. “How many times will I have to lose you, Domino? How many times will you leave me?”

You stood and slowly inched toward the man. Cautiously, you gently grabbed his face once you were close enough and leaned your forehead against his. Your thumb caressed his cheek. His larger hands wrapped around you until his face is buried into your neck, practically inhaling your scent.

God, it was always like this. One moment you were in each other’s arms and in the next throwing each other off of trains or running until neither of you could run anymore. Moments like this, the gentle, the quiet. It never lasted.

In the next moment Miguel wasn’t in your arms anymore. You weren’t on your Earth anymore. Now you were flying about in search for Miles, hoping to find him before Miguel and his gang did. You were never sure when the two of you would ever find that semblance of peace again. Those moments were gone in seconds and you were back to the real world. That’s how your cycle went.

That was your canon.

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theflowerrooms · 9 months

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To Request • Miguel’s Masterlist • Main Masterlist

Running Red

Miguel O’Hara x spider-person!reader (gender neutral)

Summary; Miguel was a fair leader and a fair lover, never did he blend the two titles, never had he taken his anger from work on you, until now.

wordcount: 1.8k

Warnings: angst, arguing, Miguel is a bit aggressive, insults, hurt/comfort, very slight ATSV spoilers

Miguel had three different modes. The silent, brooding kind, seemingly displeased at all moments. That was his default mode, the one most everyone saw, the one most often associated with his name. And then there was his stressed mode, where he would rant, and rant. A loud string of blurred Spanglish that was intelligible to anyone but himself as he paced back and forth anxiously. That wasn’t seen by too many, mostly yourself, Jess and sometimes Peter. Finally, there was the gentle touches that would lead to more, soft smiles and sweet words. Intimate kisses, goosebumps, and whispered ‘I love you’s’. That was reserved for you

This was new, whatever this was. Silent for a while, and then loud venting, eyes glowing scarlet, slight lisping because he was so angry he couldn’t retract his fangs. It wasn’t like you didn’t understand, he was carrying the entire world on his shoulders. But then again, that wasn’t something you could ever fully understand. You’d been by Miguel’s side for nearly all of it, but you’d never been in his place.

“Miguel, baby, please try to calm down-” “No!” He snapped loudly, cutting you off faster than you could process it. That only made it worse. Miguel was a pessimist, and you were a mediator. You’d defended Gwen- and Miles, every chance you could. You didn’t think they were entirely in the wrong.

You reached a hand out to him and he only jerked away from it, that felt like a blow to the chest. He was acting like you were against him, like you were the opposing force and you weren’t, it was stressing you out.

You sighed and chewed your lip. “None of this is Gwen’s fault, you know this.” You pulled your arms closer to body, making yourself seem smaller, but still not backing down from the conversation-turned-argument.

He dragged a palm down his face and turned slightly to look away from you. “I was an idiot. I took a chance on her. I was an idiot for taking a chance on her.” He growled, fingers twitching at his sides.

“You took a chance on all of us- You took a chance on me-” your voice shook slightly and he cut you off quickly. “I wouldn’t have if I’d known you would turn out like this, so stupid.” He spat, voice laced with venom and resentment.

Your arms dropped to your sides and your lip wobbled. You wanted to yell and fight, you wanted to be angry. But you were only sad, hurt, more insecure than you’d ever been in front of Miguel.

The features of his face, aged with stress, softened just slightly, his tense shoulders sloped as he realized what he’d said, how it affected you.

The image of your partner in front of you blurred as your eyes welled with tears. He had yet to say anything else and you weren’t going to stand there and wait, so you turned on your heel. You wouldn’t let him see you cry.

He watched you walk away and you could feel his eyes on your back. Part of you was grateful he didn’t put up a fight against you walking away but a bigger part of you wished he’d apologized immediately, or begged you to stay there with him and explain that he didn’t really think you’re stupid. He watched you walk away instead. Did he really think you were stupid?

✽-

You had no interest in staying in his universe, and your own universe wasn’t quite an option. That’s how you found yourself sitting on the floor of Mayday’s nursery in Peter’s world. She squished her little head against yours, wild hair tickling your cheeks which were soft from crying. ‘Baby-love. Cures all types of sad.’ Peter had said. You had to admit he wasn’t all that wrong.

“Do you feel like talkin’ yet? Or…” Peter offered, leaning against the doorframe with two cups of coffee in his hands.

You smiled weakly. “Thank you for letting me borrow your baby.” You squeezed Mayday in a gentle hug. He took it as permission to hand you a coffee and sit on the floor with you, which you were entirely fine with.

It was quiet for a bit. You sipped your coffee and pulled your knees to your chest as Peter’s baby clumsily made her way over to him. He stared at you, his eyes kind and inviting. “Peter we’ve known each other for a good while, worked together a ton. Have you ever thought of me as stupid?” Your voice wavered toward the end of the question.

Peter tilted his head and furrowed his eyebrows. “Of course not. Why would you even ask that? It’s been an honour to fight alongside you. You’re so intelligent, you’re a wonderful teammate and a wonderful person. You’re far from stupid. I mean- Obviously. Miguel wouldn’t give you that much responsibility if he thought you were stupid.” He laughed softly, but the mood shifted and his demanour had entirely changed. He must've sense of change in your expression when he said Miguel's name. "Did Miguel say something to make you think that? Did he call you stupid?" He looked mad, and although it rose your anxiety, you knew none of it was directed at you.

“He said he wouldn’t have taken a chance on me if he’d known I turned out this way. ‘So stupid’ he said. I’m not sure if he meant taking a chance on me was stupid or I’m stupid but-”

“Either way.” Peter cut you off, finishing your sentence. He shook his head. “He shouldn’t have said that, Miguel doesn’t think you’re stupid.” He scoffed and you only shrugged. “Don’t let what he said make you think that. He doesn’t think you’re stupid- and even if he does, you aren’t. Understand?” He rose his eyebrows and you nodded with a sympathetic smile. While you loved Peter, and valued his opinion, you weren’t worried about what he thought right now. Miguel’s words were replaying in your head.

‘I wouldn’t have if I’d known you would turn out like this, so stupid.’

Stupid, stupid, stupid.

✽-

You’d spend the night at Peter and MJ’s that night, in their world. Alone in their guest bed rather than wrapped safely in Miguel’s arms like you were used to.

You were mostly over it now, having gone over everything in your head again and again, with each word Miguel said repeating in your mind. You’d mentally given him a million excuses, just desperate to be over it so you could forgive him and then everything would be fine.

Of course you had yet to forgive him, and nothing was fine. You weren’t sure if you could sleep in a bed so cold and lonely.

“Amor?” Miguel’s voice startled you and you scrambled, sitting up in the bed. You hadn’t heard or sensed him anywhere nearby. Did Peter let him in? “Can we talk? Please?” He spoke monotone, straight faced. This was the cold, emotionless Miguel that others were used to seeing. For a moment you worried he was still angry with you, that this front was to hide emotions he was feeling because he was about to break up with you- for being so stupid. Though, would he have addressed you that way if that was the case?

You nodded and chewed your lip. “We can talk.” You wanted to return the straight, monotone voice he'd given you, but you stumbled over your words. You wondered if your eyes were still puffy from crying- and that's when you noticed his were too. He’d clearly been crying. You’d never seen Miguel cry before, you were witnessing entirely new parts of him today.

He sat on the side of the bed and rested a large palm on your shin through the blanket. “I am so- I shouldn’t have- I’m so sorry. I do not think you’re stupid.” He kept eye contact with you. It was important to him that you understood how serious this was to him. “I didn’t mean to say it like that. I’m so grateful to have you by my side- and I- you’re not stupid-”

“Miguel- I’m not mad at you, you have so much on your plate, it’s okay-”

“It is not. I should not have said that to you- I didn’t mean to say it like that. I don’t think you’re stupid, I think I have been stupid, I could have prevented all this and I didn’t.” His voice shook. He was showing you insecurity and vulnerability; two things he’d made you feel already. You appreciated what he was doing for you right now and you understood how hard it was for Miguel to give himself to you like this.

You moved to your knees and took his face in your hands, smoothing your thumb over the worry lines between his eyebrows. “It’s not your job to save the world Miguel. I think it’s incredible that you’ve made it your job, but still it doesn’t have to be. You haven’t done anything wrong, and you haven’t been stupid.” You pouted slightly and let him kiss the pout off of you. One kiss releasing all the tension and stress from you both.

You rested your forehead against his and then two of you stayed like that for a while; breathing each other in, basking in the closeness. “You really don’t think I’m stupid?” You asked, the corner of your mouth quirking up into a smirk.

“No, no, lo siento carino, lo siento- te amo, mucho mucho mucho-” He rambled in a tone similar to baby-talk, peppering kisses all over your face until you were giggling and pushing his big head away.

“Te amo! I love you too!” You laughed, leaning against him. “Don’t ever speak to me like that again.” You still had a soft smile on your face, but you were being serious and he knew.

A kiss to the top of your head “Never.” He replied. You hummed, head against his chest and palm against his lean torso.

“Good. Because if you do, I’ll turn evil and start causing problems by tearing holes in all kinds of universes. And Jess and Peter won’t help you stop me because they think I’m cooler than you.” You joked and he fake laughed.

Gently, with faux annoyance, he pushed you away from him. “Is there anything I can do now to persuade you not to do that in the future?” He inquired, leaning toward you.

“Hold me?”

You weren’t doomed to sleep in the cold, desolate bed all on your own anymore. Gifted with Miguel’s arm thrown over your body and holding you tightly, he pressed his nose lightly into your hair and his heart beating against your back. You hoped Peter wouldn’t mind Miguel having a surprise sleepover.

He didn’t mind at all.

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i-cant-sing · 10 months

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So is Peter b Parker and mayday yans aswell? And what kind of figure do they take? Like uncle and niece? Dad and sibling?

Yesss obv everyone is a yandere for reader (its your world and u are everyone's fav okay???). As for the roles they take, well it kinda depends on how yan papa Miguel reacts. I think he's more likely to allow Peter B to be an uncle than a dad to you because Miguel really really hates competing and he wants to be the only father figure in your life. As for Mayday, Miguel views u two as siblings, if anything, he views you two as the same age (his two babies, tho Mayday is more stronger than you in his eyes. You're just a fragile kitten).

Yandere uncle Peter tho, views you as a kid but not as helpless as Miguel deems you to be. No, no, Peter actually treats you like a teen/adult and he bonds greatly with you. The thing is though... whatever age you may be, Peter thinks that you still need to be protected from the harsh world. While Miguel wouldn't ever let you go be spiderman, Peter actually would accompany on your hero adventures, keeping a watchful eye on you.

As for Mayday, you're just her fav person ever and she absolutely hates it when anyone else tries to have you attention, especially if its a girl, my beautiful baby will just shoot webs at you until you're pinned to the bed and then crawl up to your neck and cuddle you, sometimes shooting a web to your mouth so that you cant yell for help.

And it doesn't help that Miguel rewards this behaviour by giving chocolates and spider merch to Mayday.

#yandere miguel x reader #yandere miguel ohara #yandere miguel o'hara #yandere peter b parker #yandere perter parker #yandere mayday #yan papa miguel #yandere atsv #yandere x reader #yandere x darling #yandere x you #platonic yanderes #platonic yandere

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tsukina-1-9-9-8 · 4 months

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mooooonnnzz · 10 months

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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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