Oh God, I Just Realized.

Oh god, I just realized.

I never noticed until I saw this moment in gif form. Aayla hears her men bringing their weapons up–and immediately scans the trees for the threat they must have seen.

She’s not looking at her troopers, she’s looking up and to the sides assuming they saw something she didn’t. Because what else could they possibly be aiming at?

Fireside Confessions

Commander Mayday x GN!Reader — Rated M 💘— 900ish Words

Summary: Between missions, you and Commander Mayday share a quiet moment in a cozy cabin, and the L-word slips out for the first time.  Warnings: Nothing major… just some slight angst due to a secret relationship. But this is mostly just fluffy, and post-coital cuddling & kissing (nothing explicit is mentioned, just heavily implied adult activities.) 

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Two days. 

That was all the shore-leave clones were allotted while out on campaign… and only if circumstances permitted a break between missions.  

That gave Mayday two days to relax and unwind, and to catch up on sleep and rest. And it only gave the two of you 48 hours to hide away and enjoy each other’s company without fear of prying eyes. 

So you planned ahead and made sure that the two of you could make the most of every minute you had together. And you splurged. The credits didn’t matter, not when it came to Mayday. You wanted nothing but the best for him, and you did what you could to give him all the comfort and luxury that was denied to him on a daily basis. 

But there never seemed to be enough time. That was one of the many, many things you could not give him. 

By the time you arrived at the luxurious private cabin you had reserved, 40 hours remained until you both had to report back for duty. You were keenly aware of the time but, Mayday was quite eager to catch up with you and managed to take your mind off the chrono as soon as you you were alone. 

Now that the two of you were thoroughly reacquainted, you laid quietly in the plush bed, wrapped up in Mayday’s embrace and gazing out at the crackling fireplace across the room. 

Your mind was at peace, temporarily distracted from all your worries by his warm embrace. He curled himself around you, one arm beneath you and the other draped over your waist as he held you close. 

You would be happy to spend every spare moment of your life like this, you thought idly as his hand slowly stroked up and down over your side. His large hand settled on your hip and he squeezed gently, before breaking the comfortable silence.

“This is becoming dangerous. All this sneaking around in expensive hotels…” he murmured and sighed deeply. You froze in his arms, a sinking feeling settling in your stomach as you waited for him to finish his thought. 

“…I could get used to this sort of lavish treatment,” he chuckled and leaned into you, brushing his lips over the back of your neck. “You’re spoiling me.”

“Hah, well, it’s the least I can do,” you chuckled as relief flooded your body and you relaxed against him again. 

“The least you can do? What do you mean?”

“Well… I—”

The words caught in your throat. You wanted to tell him how much he meant to you, just how happy he made you and how much you loved spending time with him. But you could never get the words out. So instead, you treated him to nice hotel rooms and delicious room service and hoped that would be enough… that he would understand. 

“—I just wish I could give you more, y’know?”

“More?”

You felt Mayday shift behind you. He withdrew his arm from beneath your body and made room behind you, pulling you flat onto your back. The firelight bathed half his face in golden light, illuminating his burrowed brow as he looked down at you.

"I don’t need more,” he shook his head slightly, “I’d be perfectly happy curled up in a sleeping bag out in the forest, so long as you’re with me.” 

“I—I know but… You deserve more. And all I can offer you is sneaking around in hotel rooms. So they may as well be nice.” 

You huffed a quiet laugh, trying to play it off as a lighthearted joke, but Mayday didn’t seem amused. 

His frown relaxed and his eyes softened, while his warm hand moved to cup your face. 

“You’re all I need,” he said quietly, all while his thumb traced light circles over your cheek.

Despite the soft tone of his voice, his statement left no room for doubt or hesitation. 

You were still processing that revelation when he continued.

“I love you.”

You blinked up at him, unable to move or breathe under the weight of those words. When you didn’t respond, his hand stilled and his expression shifted to a more guarded look. 

“You don’t have to say anything. I just want you to know that—”

“I love you too, May,” you cut him off and covered his hand with your own.

A small crooked smile curved his lips as his eyes darted over your face. When his gaze settled over your lips, he leaned down and kissed you gently. It was such a delicate thing—you were sure he’d never kissed you so softly before. 

He didn’t say anything after your lips parted, instead just silently pulled you back into his arms and rolled the two of you over, leaving you laying on top of him. You laid your head over his heart and listened to his steady heartbeat, letting the slow rise and fall of his chest lull you ever closer to sleep.

But there was still something nagging at the back of your mind…something he had said…

“May?” you asked quietly, unsure if he was still awake or not. When Mayday hummed in response, you continued. “If it’s all the same to you, I’d like to stick with hotel rooms instead of a sleeping bag out in the forest.”

He laughed brightly, the sound rumbling deep in his chest beneath you. You peeked up at him, eager to catch a rare glimpse of his big smile, and you were not disappointed. 

“Fine by me, as long as you’re there with me,” he said with a beaming smile. 

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For a moment she said nothing, but as his footsteps receded she said, “Obi-Wan?” She heard him stop. “You love him, too, don’t you?” When he didn’t answer, she turned to look. He stood motionless, frowning, in the middle of the expanse of buff carpeting.  “You do. You love him.”  He lowered his head. He looked very alone. “Please do what you can to help him,” he said, and left.

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Ollo! I got a smutty prompt for you!

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

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

with 🤔 Mayday or Jesse

Whatever one sparks inspiration!!!

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

Pretty Like This

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

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

Word Count: 515

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

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

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

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

Exhaling shakily, you nod. 

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

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

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

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

“May,” you breathe. “Please.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

He’ll always have you. 

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Too Early

A/N: This is entirely the fault of @smw-on-kamino. We were chatting about Crosshair’s cuddling style (my personal HC: he’s very undemonstrative in public, but in private, he’s like Velcro), which led, inevitably, to thots.

Pairing: Crosshair x Reader (Fem, has hair and smaller hands than Crosshair)

Rating: M (mature contented intended for adult audiences; minors DNI)

Wordcount: 1.3k

Warnings and tags: fluff; SMUT; sleepy morning sex; fingering; nipple play; PIV; creampie; biting; no kissing on the mouth bc morning breath is a deadly thing, yo.

Summary: It's just smut. Soft, grumpy, morning smut. In the kitchen. Like you do.

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This fic smells like: ISO Gamma Super by Ellis Brooklyn (soft woods, crisp sheets, skin musk)

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Your eyes adjusted slowly to the soft light that filtered through the curtains. Outside the open window, the only sounds you could hear were the quiet rustle of wind in the leaves, the distant crash of waves on the beach, and the chattering of countless moon-yos as they frolicked through Pabu. 

It was early.

Too early to wake up on a Benduday, you thought.

You rolled over as silently as possible, trying not to disturb your bedmate: a task not easily accomplished, considering his tendency to sprawl across the entire bed, draping his long limbs over you like a blanket. A tiny smile tugged at the corner your lips as you watched him sleep, your gaze drifting over him in the dim light, taking in the contrast of the crisp white linens against his warm, brown skin. His silver curls were tousled and wild, and judging by the rumpled bedding tangled around him, he must have had another restless night.

The temptation to kiss him awake was almost overwhelming, but you didn’t want to rouse him now that he was finally getting some sleep, so after admiring him for a few moments, you slipped out of bed, pulled on some pajamas, and crept out of the bedroom, closing the door softly behind you.

Far too early to wake up on a Benduday, you thought again as you ground your palms into your eyes, then headed to the kitchen. You began to assemble the makings for caf and immediately realized you’d need to grind fresh beans. Maybe he won’t hear it? From my lips to the Maker’s ears, I suppose.

You winced at the obnoxious grating of the caf grinder, but mercifully, it was over quickly, and you thought perhaps you’d managed it without disturbing him. The water heated at last, and as you poured it into the caf press, you heard a soft footfall behind you, and then he slid his arms around you from behind. He grumbled quietly, burying his face in your hair.

A smile crinkled the corners of your eyes as you leaned back against him, resting your hands on top of his. You should have known better than to try to escape your bed without paying the cuddle tax. Crosshair liked his routine, and that routine began every day with holding you.

“Good morning,” you murmured as he continued to nuzzle your hair and neck.

“Mm,” he grumbled again, apparently not yet capable of forming words.

He pulled you tighter against his lean body, and his hands began to wander over you, tracing down to your hips, up your belly, between your breasts to caress the side of your throat, and back down again. The nuzzles turned to kisses, and he worked his way down from your hair, to your ear, down your neck, and across your shoulder, slipping the strap of your top off your shoulder and out of the way.

“That feels nice,” you whispered, closing your eyes and tilting your head back to rest against his shoulder.

His only reply was a soft growl as his left hand teased beneath the waistband of your pajamas and his right hand slid beneath your top to cup your breast and brush his thumb over your nipple. As his fingertips grazed over your clit and dipped into your pussy to find you already heated and slick with desire, he inhaled sharply. You felt the heat of his lips and tongue on the nape of your neck, the soft graze of his teeth on your skin sending shivers through your body and making your nipples harden against his palm.

He sank his finger into you and pulled your body more firmly against himself so you could feel the hard length of his cock grinding against your ass. A tiny moan escaped your throat as his long, lovely fingers played with your cunt, sliding languidly into your body again and again as he worked you open with a patience and skill that made you wonder just how long he’d actually been awake. 

His breath was rough and warm against your skin; his kisses roamed over you, tasting and savoring with thorough and unhurried attention to detail. Your hands drifted back to slide up his thighs, and you eased his pajama pants down his narrow hips and wrapped your fingers loosely around his cock. He thrust subtly into your hand with a soft groan, and his hand on your breast tightened for a moment, then slid down your waist. A quick tug, and your pajamas slipped down to puddle around your ankles.

He traced his hand up your body to your shoulder, then down your arm, until he reached the hand you had wrapped around him. His hand closed around yours, and he guided you over his length with a slow, strong grip. He sighed quietly with pleasure, resting his forehead against your shoulder as he worked himself with your hand. You shuddered quietly, biting your lip at the thought of him using your hand like a toy, or an extension of himself, as his strong fingers wrapped around your much smaller hand. You could feel him growing harder, and his cock grazed against your ass, leaving a bead of thick precum on your skin.

“Please,” you whispered. “I need you.”

“Mhm.” The warmth of his breath ghosted on your back as he let out a quiet, lustful sound that sent chills racing across your skin. 

He pulled your hand away from his cock and lifted it to his face, pressing his lips against your wrist, then guiding it to brace against the countertop. His fingers slid out of you, his knee nudged your thighs apart, and he leaned you forward just enough to slide his cock into your slick, desperate cunt. You gasped, pressing your ass back against him to welcome him fully into your body. 

“Fuck—” he grunted against your shoulder.

He wrapped his arms around you again and hauled you upright against his body. He cupped your breasts in both hands, massaging and rolling your nipples between his fingers as he thrust deeper into you, over and over, each movement pushing the breath from your lungs and drawing soft whimpers and moans from your lips. 

“I need more—” you whispered.

His teeth sank lightly into your neck, and he slid his hand from your breast down your belly, pressing his palm flat against you as his fingers circled just over your clit, working insistently as he continued to thrust into you. Pleasure shot through you, and you felt the tension begin to build in your body.

“So fuckin’ pretty,” he mumbled, kissing your ear. “Pretty fuckin’ girl.”

“Oh—” The sound tore raggedly from you, and his hips stuttered as he heard the note of desperation in your voice.

“Gonna come for me?”

You nodded, your eyes glazed and unfocused with arousal. “Yes, I’m close—FUCK!”

Your orgasm slammed into you, and your vision exploded into a thousand stars. When your body convulsed against him and your legs gave out, his arms tightened around you, holding you securely upright. With a few final, hard thrusts, he followed close behind you, grunting loudly as the hot spurt of his cum flooded deep inside your body. 

He slumped forward abruptly, catching himself against the countertop so he didn’t crush you. His body was warm and heavy against your back as he leaned on you, pressing kisses to your neck and hair.

“Morning,” he mumbled.

You let out a quiet laugh and turned to kiss his cheek. “I think the caf’s gone cold.”

“Mm,” he grunted. “Too early for caf. Let’s go back to bed.”

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