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authorsblocksucks · 7 months ago

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would you write something for gregor? he is so fine!

That Laugh

Gregor X GNeutral!Reader

word count: 1.4k

After a frantic escape, Gregor is left in the hands of Cid who had just about had enough of her parlour being treated as a ‘Clone Clubhouse’. Being put to work, he meets you and he is smitten.

warnings: Fluff, just fluff 😌 also not really proofread ngl.

A/N: oh you already know Gregor is now living in my head rent free 🥵 sorry for the long wait! Hope you enjoy this fluff with out giggly boy 🥰

tags: @sw-ff @itsjml @eyecandyeoz @captxin-rex @by-the-primes @cwarssimp @kryptoknight123 @kriffclone @archisstically-done @justalittlecloud @ladykatakuri

When Gregor was physically pushed into the dingy little bar also known as ‘Cids Parlour’ by Wrecker, he wasn’t expecting to be shoved straight to work by the owner Cid themselves. The short and slightly hunched Trandoshan had forcibly shoved a wet sponge into his hand and told him to get scrubbing.

He didn’t even have time to react. Everything happened so quickly. One minute he was a slave to the Empire, then he was being saved by rogue and defective clones and the next he was back cleaning in a grubby bar just like he was back on Abafar.

Where was Rex? He thought that he would’ve come to collect him by now. Few hours had passed and he was now scrubbing at the tables, liquids and sticky foods being nearly impossible to scrub off that he almost broke a sweat doing it.

“Hey! Good to have you back.” The voice of the weequay, who he might add wouldn’t shut up and leave him alone for five minutes along with his friend, had rung out from behind Gregor.

“Hi Bolo, Hi Ketch. How’s things going down here?” You spoke up for the first time and no word of a lie, Gregor felt his heartbeat quicken at the sound of it. He stopped and had to look at you and as his eyes scanned the room, they landed on you.

Skin warm, smile warm, eyes warm… his jaw went slack as his eyes trailed up and down your body. Your clothes fit you like a glove and voice was like a song.

He didn’t know how long he was staring at you until your eyes had flickered over to his, one of the patrons pointing over in his direction. Your smile widened and you had already made your way over to him.

His mind was running wild, your eyes never leaving his and the closer you got the more quicker his heart began to beat against his chest like a drum.

“Hello there.” You greet, hand extending towards him in a friendly gesture.

“U-uh…” he cursed himself for his babbling, he was typically so smooth and slick but his tongue was tied and his heart felt like it had launched out of his chest and tethered itself to yours. Is this what love at first sight is like? Seeing a beautiful person across the room that you can’t even string a sentence together? Was it normal for the whole room to be blurred and his only focus was on you? He was smitten and honestly….? He was pretty happy about it.

You had pulled your hand away slowly as the man in front of you gazed at you and you couldn’t help but feel somewhat flattered? He was handsome and very toned but his eyes held a spark. His eyes held adventure that you wanted to seek. “I see Cid has you slaving away already?” You offered another point of conversation and this time, he managed to reply.

“You could say that, I’m Gregor by the way.” His hand this time extended out, seemingly pretending that whatever his little stare meant didn’t happen. But, you gave him the benefit of the doubt and latched your bare hand to his.

You said your name but he didn’t catch your name. Not at all. Your skin, as expected, was warm. No, not warm – sizzling. It was as if fire was seeping through his blacks and into his skin, burning its way into his veins that pumped straight to his heart. Wow he thought to himself. He wondered if you felt it too but your face always remained smiling so it was hard to tell.

When he spoke, you giggled inwardly. What an adorable voice. You had spoke to many clones in your time, including clone force 99 but this man here, Gregor, was a reg and spoke so different. It was a little croaky but also had the hint of sweetness too it.

It was you who pulled away much to his disappointment and moved around him, taking a seat at a booth he had just cleaned and patted the spot next to him. Like a puppy, he followed. You had his attention.

“What brings you here? Don’t get many clones passing through…” your voice was tinted with uncertainty, suddenly remembering that all clones were different now. Tech had told you in great detail about these inhibitor chips. You glanced at the side of his head and there was no scar… he had not had it removed. You were wary but his persona gave a different vibe.

“Wrecker brought me here.”

His answer surprised you and you looked around but didn’t see the large clone anywhere. “Wrecker? How come you was with Wrecker?”

“They rescued me from an Imperial base. But they lost one in the extraction.” He ran a hand through his already slicked back hair.

Your eyes widened. “L-lost one? Who?”

“Uh, Hunter I think.” He sent you an apologetic look. “Captured by the Empire. The others are going to rescue him.”

Your heart sank a little and you shook your head. “He was always kind to me.” You sigh, rubbing a hand against your forehead. “I hope he’s okay.”

“They’re some of the best fighters I’ve seen,” again he giggled, wether it being a nervous laugh or not you wasn’t but Gregor wanted to put your mind at ease, “heh, I would’ve been grateful to fight alongside them in my commando squad.”

You looked at him and then down to the remaining pieces of armour that he had left. Of course he looked different, the white plastoid that hugged his body was considerably more dense than what normal regs would’ve worn. “You’re a commando?” You ask, genuinely intrigued.

“I was! And I’m, not to brag, a captain too.” He smirked as he leaned back, arms coming up to rest along the back of the booth seats but mentally cringed as he stuck his hand in something gross that was lingering on the back of it, wiping it off his hand as discrete as possible.

“A captain huh? Captain Gregor…” his name and rank rolled off your tongue with a satisfying softness to it, Gregor felt his heart swelter as you said his name, also watching as you chewed on your lip once you said it. “I like it.” —————————

Yourself and Gregor hit it off from there. He had told you all about his life, what had happened to him and how he managed to survive two explosions. You hazard a guess that due to toxic flames he had experienced it had slightly damaged his voice box but you couldn’t help but find his voice both attractive and very cute.

Cid had to go and ruin it however, she came storming out of her little office in a huff and then her yellow beady eyes settled on you and the handsome clone in the corner of the parlour.

‘I’ve been waiting on you for an hour! You gonna do this job for me or swoon over the new decoration in this joint!’ You blushed a bright red and began to stand before Cid cane full force at Gregor this time too, ‘And you, get back to scrubbing! You aren’t leaving until tomorrow.’

You told Cid you’d be right with her and watched as she grumbled to herself and hobbled away, her walking stick crashing a little louder against the floor.

“Sorry, I should really go to see what she has me doing now.” You sigh, not even trying to hide your disappointment about leaving Gregor to himself.

He stands too and takes a step closer to you. “Would hate to see her ugly side.” He chuckles earning a chuckle that matched his.

“Who is to say that isn’t her ugly side?” You sniggered with a hushed tone.

He laughed too but you found it hard to pull away from him even if you weren’t physically touching. Why was you so enraptured with this man? The answer is simple; he was lovely and he thought the same about you. And that laugh.... amazing.

“Maybe we could uh-.” You had gone to turn away after giving him a fleeting smile but stop as he began to speak up. “Maybe I could dwindle my way out of here tonight and take you out?”

A shocked expression at his boldness appeared but how could you say no to that handsome face? The talk you had been having for the last hour was nothing short of boring and this captain had captivated you just as you captivated him.

“Alright, go on then.” You grin, trying not to giggle like a school girl at the prospect of you going on practically what you’d see as a date.

“I’ll see you then sweet cheeks.” He beamed with that sweet voice of his and as you turned away, you caught in the reflection of the mirror that was usually so dirty but now spotless, Gregor fist pumping the air in triumph.

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authorsblocksucks · 7 months ago

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Hi hello! First of all congrats on so many followers, your content is really good and well thought out! Now, can I drop a request for the 501st boys (or the Batchers if you'd prefer)? I'd love to see some headcanons on how would they'd react to a lover who enjoys to romance them on the regular <3 From bringing them breakfast in bed to thoughtful little gifts, wining 'n dining and even serenading them Remember to stay hydrated, and I hope your day/evening/night is pleasant :D

Romancing

501st boys X GN!Reader

Exactly what the request asks ♥️ thank you for the kind words too, anon. Same back to you. Sorry for the wait ♥️

warnings: none, fluff. Reader is Gender Neutral

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Rex 🌹

When Rex first saw the first gift on the pillow of his bed in the barracks he is pleasently surprised. Of course he knew it was from his sweetheart - you - but he had never expected anyone to go out of their way to make a makeshift pampering set for him. “What’s all this then?” He mumbles with a smile.

He’s a little shy about it and after having a root through, he does hide it under his bunk incase the others go rooting through since you almost left cute on the bottles and containers such as reminders that he is loved, how handsome he is and how he deserves to have something look after him when you’re not around.

When he’s alone and has the time, he uses your gifts to keep him fresh, clean and tidy. All the while he is sending you pictures of him with the face and hair masks on that you got him.

‘How do I look?’ He will ask you through message.

‘Oh Captain, very handsome.’

And in his downtime, he also will go out and buy you stuff in return. He was lucky to have you.

Fives 💋

This man was already smitten with you so when he started finding love notes in his helmet, boots, weapon cases he was hook, line and sinker in love with you.

He was always one to romance you so to have it done back in return made his cheeks burn and heart pulse.

“So mesh’la, what’s with all these notes?” He asks once he has you back in his arms, holding up a little bit of flimsy that said he had the most enchanting eyes.

You shrug and smile warmly up at your man. “Just me expressing my fondness for you.” You smirk.

He cocks an eyebrow. “Oh yeah? How about you tell me to my face how fine you think my butt is?”

You pause and gave him an incredulous look. “I never wrote one like that!”

He rubs the back of his neck, chuckling. “Yeah I know… but I wish you did.”

Dogma 🎶

When he is sitting across from you, watching you pull out your musical instrument of choice, his face set on fire.

He was always reclusive when it came to relationships so when he finally mellowed out and made a move on you, he certainly was happy.

What he didn’t expect however was to come to your apartment and have you tell him that you wrote a song for him. He was a stuttering mess but after hearing what you had written, he had to hold his breath to stop him from crying truthfully.

He’s bashful. “T-thank you darling… but you didn’t need to do that for me.”

A crestfallen expression falls on your feature. “Oh, did you not like it?”

“Yes! Of course I did!” He is standing up quickly and walking towards you, taking your hands in his. “Just a very nice but unexpected gift. Thank you.” He is a little nervous incase he had upset you but seeing you smile for him makes him know he’s not in the doghouse.

Jesse ❤️

“Good morning, handsome.” Jesse rolls over onto his back, yawning as your soft voice roused him from his sleep.

Sitting up to look for you, he raises a curious brow to see you in the doorway to the bedroom with a tray in your hand. “I made you breakfast.”

He chuckles, sitting up straight so his back rested against the headboard. “I could’ve come to the table to eat it.”

“I know,” you shrug as you walk over, placing it over in his lap, “but breakfast in bed sounds good, no?”

He looks at the array of baked goods and his stomach growls in hunger just at the sight and smell. “Sounds perfect. Thank you baby.” How did he end up with someone as fantastic as you?

Hardcase 💃🏻

“Hardcase, look what I just won for you!” Sneaking away to be with his soulmate, the two of you went to a fair where you had a go at winning a special gift for your boyfriend.

He turns to you, lips wrapped around a delicious chocolatey treat as you bound over with a large stuffed tooka doll.

“For me? But you won it babes.” He laughs, finishing and swallowing his food as he slings a arm over you shoulder and draws you near, taking a hold of the doll.

“Yeah… I won it for you though. So you can have something to cuddle when I’m not there.” You grin up at him, cheesy smile on both of your faces. “Or is someone to embarrassed to be seen with a stuffed toy at the barracks.”

He rolls his eyes at your teasing tone, sticking his tongue out at you. “Nothing can embarrass me sweet cheeks. And if anyone tries to steal Dave I’ll kick their ass.”

“Really? Dave of all names?”

“It’s a good name. Oh, and thanks.” He places a kiss to your lips as the two of you continue your fun evening ahead. Oh how he loves romance.

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authorsblocksucks · 7 months ago

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one more for me, you're doing such a good job

And (if possible) 🤭

you have the perfect lips for kissing

NSFW with Wolffe please? Congrats on the followers 🎉 🎉 female reader

4000 Followers Prompt List Celebration

Wolffe X F!Reader

word count: 737 words

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prompts:

“you have the perfect lips for kissing.”

“One more for me, you’re doing such a good job.”

warnings: NSFW, 18+ only, explicit sexual content and language. Smut. Porn without plot. Kissing, neck kissing/sucking, fingering, oral (reader receiving), implied sex. Female Reader.

authors note: oh I love me some Wolffe smut. Thank you for the request Anon.

NSFW under the cut.

Your back is slammed into your bedroom door by the force of a Clone flushed against you, his hands biting into your waist as his lips hit your neck, nipping and sucking on sensitive skin that made your legs shake.

You could feel him already through his blacks and you groaned in desire before Wolffe dragged at your hips, bringing you flushed to him as he sucked at the base of your throat.

“Wolffe… bed, please.” You beg, melting as you hear the low rumble of a chuckle. You gasp when he pulls back, the tenderness of your neck letting you know you were definitely marked by this man. Not that you were complaining.

“Eager, kitten?” He purrs, eyes locking onto yours that sends a heat straight to your core. How can one man be so gorgeous?

“Always,” you smirk, giggling as Wolffe lifts you over his shoulder and makes a bee-line straight to your bed. He drops you onto it, the mattress breaking your fall and watch in awe as he swiftly maneuvers over you, staring adoringly down at you.

“Did you know,” he says quietly, bringing a hand to your face, his thumb tracing over your lips that were begging to be touched, “you have the perfect lips for kissing.”

And before you could reply, his mouth is on yours, filling you with lust and need as your lips meet his in a heated, desperate embrace.

He was still kissing you when he began pushing your pants down, feeling how your legs were shaking for him. His arm snaked under your waist, lifting your shirt over your head while you helped by kicking off your boots and socks with your toes. When he pulled his mouth away, he lowers you carefully back onto the mattress. With his hand, he caught sight of your panties, eyes blown at the alluring material and patterns.

You shivered under his stare, feeling completely open and exposed as Wolffe was still wearing his civvie clothes. To which, it wasn't long until he was standing and stripping in front of you. Not stumbling or fumbling once.

“Spread your legs,” he instructed as he kneeled in between your legs as you tried to sit up to look at him. He shook his head, tutting as he pressed a gentle hand in between your breasts, exerting the smallest amount of pressure. “No, no… you lean back,” he rasps, sliding his hand now down your body, past your naval and then to your thighs.

“Commander,” you groaned, knowing it got him all hot and bothered as you arch your back as he moved his hand ludicrously slowly against you, both hands now pressing on your thighs, opening your legs more for him.

“Stars, what a pretty pussy you have.” He mutters more to homself than he does for you

You lost all thought as Wolffe slid his hand toward the inside of your leg, digits just caressing over your folds and your hips jerk when his thumb ghosts over your clit.

He makes an incoherent noise, a subtle groan if you may before he leans down to taste you, feeling how drenched you are already between your thighs. He flicked his tongue across your clit before curling a finger inside you. He looks up from between your legs, his mouth still attached to your cunt to put a face to the breathy sighs, curses, gasps and pants you were letting out.

He grins devilishly, the noise of him lapping at your pussy lewd and wet but you wanted more as your fingers move into his hair, tugging on his scalp.

“O-oh fuck Wolffe,” When you said his name, his heart flutters and he wanted nothing more than to bury himself inside of you. He rested a gentle hand on your thigh, finger still pulsing and curling inside you.

His pace became unrelenting and he was starting to get desperate, hard and leaking as he began rutting against the bed sheets.

It’s only moments before you were shuddering under him, moaning his name as your toes began to curl, beads of sweat dripping down your face as you felt your orgasm hit.

“Fuck me, Wolffe. Please fuck me.” You breathed shakily, legs still twitching as he sucked on your juices.

He would be only too happy to obey. But, he wasn’t done with tasting your pussy just yet. “One more for me, you’re doing such a good job.”

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authorsblocksucks · 7 months ago

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What do you think each of your favorite clones’ guilty pleasure is? SFW and NSFW? 🤣

𝕘𝕦𝕚𝕝𝕥𝕪 𝕡𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕦𝕣𝕖𝕤 ⋆*･ﾟ 𝕔𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕒𝕚𝕟 𝕣𝕖𝕩 + 𝕔𝕝𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕥𝕣𝕠𝕠𝕡𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕦𝕡 + 𝕔𝕝𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕥𝕣𝕠𝕠𝕡𝕖𝕣 𝕔𝕣𝕠𝕤𝕤𝕙𝕒𝕚𝕣 + 𝕔𝕝𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕥𝕣𝕠𝕠𝕡𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕖𝕔𝕙 + 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕞𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣 𝕨𝕠𝕝𝕗𝕗𝕖

➼ ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ ☆ ʀᴇx, ᴛᴜᴘ, ᴄʀᴏꜱꜱʜᴀɪʀ, ᴛᴇᴄʜ, ᴡᴏʟꜰꜰᴇ x ɢɴ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

➼ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ☆ ꜱᴘɪᴄʏ ꜱᴛᴜꜰꜰ, ᴛᴀʟᴋ ᴏꜰ ꜱᴍᴜᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴇx

⋆ ★ ᴏʜ, ᴍʏ ꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ ᴄʟᴏɴᴇꜱ? ᴛʜᴀᴛ’ꜱ ʀɪᴅɪᴄᴜʟᴏᴜꜱʟʏ ʜᴀʀᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴘɪᴄᴋ… ᴀʟʀɪɢʜᴛ, ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜɪꜱ, ɪ’ʟʟ ɢᴏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʀᴇx, ᴛᴜᴘ, ᴄʀᴏꜱꜱʜᴀɪʀ, ᴛᴇᴄʜ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴏʟꜰꜰᴇ!

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

Rex

SFW: Likes to be bathed or taken care of in the bath. While it doesn’t happen often, he loves it when you sit on his lap and scrub off the dirt on his skin, slowly massage soap onto his scalp and soothe him. Rex is not used to being taken care of or sitting back and just allowing things to happen without at least a little control, so it’s hard for him personally to come to terms with just how much he likes it, as well as even indulge himself too much when he gets the chance too.

NSFW: He wanted to record you two going at it to watch while he’s away for some time. You’d already sent him photos of yourself, domestic videos of you doing simple tasks, but none very vulgar. Now that he does have that recording, he watches it so damn much. One of his favorite ways to wind down after a hard day. Not that he’ll really admit it…

Tup

SFW: This boy LOVES self-care days. If he has the chance, he’ll beg to do one. Paint each other's nails, wear face masks, braid hair in intricate patterns, moisturize, he lives for it. It's just an excellent way of doing the little things to keep his spirits up, expressing his own self-worth, and showing how much you’re worth it. As well as just having some sweet bonding time with his cyare.

NSFW: Loves receiving a lot. He doesn't really ask for it necessarily, and don't get me wrong, making you buck into his face and gasp from all the pleasure he's giving you is still one of his favorite things to do. He just also really enjoys sitting back and watching the person he loves on their knees, doing their utmost to please him and make him feel good. Also, Maker have you perfected it. The moment he sees you slowly sink down he's already anticipating the filthy noises that will leave his mouth.

Crosshair

SFW: MASSIVE sweet tooth. It's his guilty pleasure for a few reasons. Firstly, well, it's unhealthy of course. They also don't get those kinds of pleasures or indulgences as a soldier. But if he gets a chance? He's gonna munch on some sour candy like a child on Halloween. It's a pretty interesting, delightful sight.

NSFW: Crosshair really, really likes it when you ride him. You rarely do it, mostly because he just can't give up that much control to you, albeit anyone, but on the rare occasions he allows it, Maker he comes so fast. You look so damn sexy on top of him, commanding his movements and taking pleasure for yourself equally without his say being a large contributor. For once, he's not in control, he's in your hands and so vulnerable and desperate... it rubs the strangest parts of his mind.

Tech

SFW: This feels a little obvious, but sleeping late. Tech knows it's bad for him, but he just gets so much work done! His brothers aren't up distracting or pestering him, he can be left to his own devices to stray from the task at hand and deviate to another interest of his own volition, it's great! ...Yeah, you have to drag him to bed all the time.

NSFW: 👏Tie👏him👏up! Tech's hands are the most dexterous part of him and give him so much control over things- including you. And if you tie him up and render him subject to whatever you want to do, he becomes a whimpering mess. He'll suddenly be begging for any salvation, bucking his hips up and attempting to grind against you `cause you're just that damn sexy to him.

Wolffe

SFW: Obsessed with holo dramas. Once you caught him screaming at the holo because apparently, the leading lady had made an unwise decision between the two men she was in a love triangle with, and when you asked him about it he immediately denied it. You didn't catch him watching it after that but saw him discreetly trying to find times when he thought you were asleep or working. So then you pretended that you showed interest in the drama to make him feel less bad about watching it. So now you always catch up on the latest episodes when he returns from a dispatch.

NSFW: Enjoys it when you make sorts of animalistic noises in bed. He hasn't expressed it directly, but you're beginning to catch on. He likes to sprinkle on some extra praise if you yelp or howl like a hurt puppy dog, give him those sickly eyes and whimper. And he always comes a little too hard, even letting a few growls rupturing in his stomach out to bless your ears. So in conclusion Wolffe is a furry

a/n: definitely gonna do more of these with other characters, this was really fun! if you guys have any other characters you'd like to see with these headcanons, let me know :) ~ @starstofillmydream @pb-jellybeans @corrieguards @badbatchbabe @ladytano420 @jediknightjana @sleepycreativewriter @shinyshayminflower @thebahdbitch @secondaryrealm

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authorsblocksucks · 7 months ago

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25 Days of Life Day: Day 21 - Warm Bath with Gregor

Summary: You get stuck out in the snow with Gregor, you find a hot spring and then put it to good use.

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI; Smut, Fingering, cream pies, p in v unprotected

WC: 1.4K

A/N: I knew the moment I came up with this idea that it was just gonna be some good ol' Gregor smut. I hope you guys are okay with that. The things I would do with this man, literally anywhere, anytime lol. Also, I know that the days are just kinda going out of order at this point, but I'll have them organized on a masterlist soon hopefully!

The snow had fallen the night before, creating a fluffy white blanket that looked like something of a Winter dream. It looks absolutely magical. Almost ethereal.

Walking through it with Gregor, just off base, feels magical. That is until it started to get just a little too cold… And then your fingers started to get a little too numb… And soon the quick pace at which you’re trying to make your way back to base is making your feet exhausted.

“I think we’re lost.” You mutter.

“We’re not lost.” Gregor smirks down at you, his arm thrown around your shoulder. “We’re lost.” You shrug. “Darling, we aren’t lost.” He insists, but you don’t necessarily believe him.

And then as if on great comedic timing, it starts snowing again.

“Oh great.” You groan.

You continue walking, quietly, clinging to each other as the snow starts coming down a little heavier, making you shiver so hard it hurts.

“Would it help if I describe something that would make you warm?” He suddenly murmurs.

“Like the sun?” You laugh.

“I was thinking something hotter.” He stops to look down at you, smirking.

You look up at him and he suddenly backs you up against a tree, his knee immediately finding itself between your legs, his stare focused on your cold lips. He’s right. This is way hotter than the sun.

“Open up for me, mesh’la.” He whispers and you open your mouth to take his cold gloved finger in between your teeth so he can slip it off.

He wastes no time as his warm hand pulls up your coat slightly so it can slip into the band of your pants and down further toward your warmth. Letting out a sharp gasp, followed with a moan, he groans with you.

“So warm here… I could just bury myself into you. Would you like that, sweet girl?” He whispers.

You nod, pathetically. “P-please…”

He hums, satisfied, looking slightly past you. “Oh. That’s convenient.”

You follow his gaze and see an opening to a cave.

“I can start a fire, get you nice and warm, and fuck you until-” You start but you practically drag him to the cave, craving him immediately, already drunk off his provocative promises.

When you reach the cave, you walk further into it, and immediately sigh with relief as you find a steaming hot spring. It trails into some sort of river, deeper into the cave.

“Hold on, darling.” Gregor takes off his pack and grabs his sensor running it over the hot spring to make sure it’s alright. “Okay, it’s safe.”

“Thank the Maker.” You sigh, immediately taking your clothes off.

Gregor watches with lust blown pupils, groaning at the sight of you. He starts to shed his own clothing as you get into the water, letting out the most satisfying sigh at the feeling. All the tension seems to drain out of you right away.

“Look at you.” Gregor sighs as he palms his hardened length.

You stand back up so that your breasts are on full display for your partner, your nipples instantly turning hard from the cool air. He steps into the water, backing you up against the damp but warm cave wall and takes your hands, pulling your arms up above your head so he can pin your wrists together with one of his strong hands.

The cold unforgiving snow is completely forgotten as Gregor’s other hand travels down to your eager warmth, your legs separating for him automatically.

“Good girl. You know just what to do don’t you?” He purrs.

You nod, looking up into his usual warm brown eyes that look black right now. You can see the need for you in his eyes.

A soft needy whimper leaves your throat when his middle finger finds your clit, warmth flooding your veins.

“Please… Gregor… I need you.” You beg him.

“I know you do.” He grins. “I always take care of you, don’t I, sweet girl?”

You nod. “Y-yes.”

He nods with you. “You want to cum, don’t you?”

“P-please.” You’re absolutely drunk off the seduction in his voice.

He could’ve told you to drop your pants out in the cold, and you probably would’ve listened if his voice sounded like it does right now.

His finger slips down into your warmth and you moan loud enough that it echoes off the cave walls and it spurs Gregor on straightaway. He crushes his lips to yours, practically swallowing your moans, feeling drunk himself.

Your tongues dance together as your hips grind against his hand as his finger pumps in and out of you, skillfully.

Maker, he’s so good with those fingers, you think about them every single day. When he’s washing his gear, when he’s filling out reports, when he’s holding your hand…

“Want another?” He already sounds so wrecked and you’ve not even fucked yet.

“Stars, yes.” You moan.

“Atta girl.” He sighs, proudly. “I love when you’re so eager for me.”

You smile proudly against his mouth as he inserts a second finger into your cunt, making you melt against him with a needy whimper.

“So good…” Your eyes roll back in your head once his own fingers curl against that soft, velvety part inside of you.

“Yeah it is.” He agrees, his lips find your neck, hotly, sucking against your damp skin.

Your bodies already feel so warm and slick from the steam of the spring. You’re definitely not complaining.

When Gregor’s thumb connects with your clit, and rubs ever so gently, you’re thrown over your edge quicker than you would’ve liked. Your eager moans fill the cave so deliciously that Gregor’s cock hardens painfully.

“Maker, I love when you cum all over my hand. Too bad the spring is washing it away.” He tuts.

“Let me cum on your cock then.” You offer, your voice slightly hoarse.

With a soft groan, he lets your wrists go and assertively spins you around, sitting you on the rocky edge of the spring, pushing into you with zero resistance. Both of you groan against the other’s mouths as they clash together, needing to feel each other even more. You wrap your entire body around him as he thrusts deeply into you, holding you so perfectly. One of his hands wraps in your hair so he can hold your head back and kiss you however much he wants.

“Definitely gonna cum again.” You bite his bottom lip gently and he pulls you even closer.

“I swear you know just what to say…” He grunts with each thrust, his smile never faltering. “Not going to last much longer.”

You grin and clench around his cock, making him groan loudly as he shudders against you. You love the way he gets so vocal just for you. His moans alone have been known to make you cum.

“Then fill me up, baby.” You practically beg.

“Gotta make my darling girl finish again first.” He winks.

“Let me help.” You bite your lip and slip your hand in between the two of you and rub your clit. “Fuck, Gregor…”

“That’s right, love. Keep saying my name.” He practically growls.

His name escapes your lips like a prayer, unable to stop saying it as he fucks you so perfectly, so deeply, that you can’t help but cum even harder than the first time. It always feels so planet shattering with him.

Gregor follows quickly after, having held out just for you, always the gentleman. His cum leaks out of you and down the rock into the spring, the sight rightfully seared into his memory, hopefully forever.

“My perfect girl.” He kisses you again.

You sit up and sink down into the water with him, wrapping yourself around him, and he buries his face in your neck.

“Can we live here?” You groan as your sore muscles start to relax again.

Gregor chuckles. “For the night.”

When you get out of the spring, you wrap up in Gregor’s emergency blanket, next to the fire that he expertly starts from just the little bit of stuff he found. You both decide it’s best to wait the night out and then try to head back to base in the morning when the snow is settled and you can see more clearly.

For now, you’re just thankful for your loving partner who keeps his promises of keeping you warm, all through the night.

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Make a Mess (Gregor x F!Reader)

Word Count: 1587

Warnings: sub!Gregor, foreplay, light bondage (spreader bar, no pain), use of safety colors / safewords (nothing but green used here), oral sex (reader receiving), pegging, toys, praise, use of “ma’am,” feather play, brief masturbation, face riding, unprotected sex

A/N: established relationship. The colors for the safewords might not seem needed here, but I think if they use them in bed regularly, it’s a comfort thing and a habit for them at this point. This fic was inspired by this post and subsequent interaction with @deewithani. Thank you!

There are two versions of this fic. The m!reader version can be found here.

Gregor came out of the refresher in nothing but a towel. He smiled and giggled a bit as he caught you staring. He felt heat coming to his cheeks and somehow he couldn’t deny you still made his heart race, especially at the thought of being physical. His eyes scanned your naked body, unable to stop himself from appreciating it all. You approached him with a grin, pulling him closer and claiming his mouth as you wrapped an arm around his waist. You felt at home with the familiar scent of him, freshly showered.

“All clean,” you asked. He nodded.

“All of you?”

He chuckled. “I’m ready. Bum and all.”

Even just saying it got you both a little hotter. Gregor wasn’t one to insist on being in charge all the time. He wasn’t afraid to let you take control and explore making each other feel good in different ways. You took his hand and walked him to the bed. You pushed his shoulders to lay him back and kissed his chest. Gregor reached to touch you and you playfully swatted him away.

“Only I do the touching right now,” you firmly insisted. “You touch when I say you can.”

“Yes ma’am,” he said, leaving his hands at his sides. He longed to touch you, to give your ass a little squeeze, feel the softness of your breasts, to run his hands up your back and cling to you while kissing, but instead he let you have your fun. You drew it out, leaving kisses down both his arms, along the insides of his wrists and palms. You finally pulled the towel open to reveal him in all his glory. His skin tingled a bit at the loss of heat, but your mouth was soon leaving little kisses along his thighs as you hovered over him. You ran your hands along his legs and torso, helping him to relax for what was about to come.

“Let’s begin,” you said. “Color?”

“Green,” he answered.

“Good,” you replied. “Now get over here and lick my pussy.”

Gregor complied. You sat back against some pillows, lounging as he licked along your sex. His lips and tongue teased your folds before he started tracing patterns with his tongue in earnest. Normally he would have used his expert fingers to help, but he followed orders for now. He made his way up to your clit and started leaving little kitten licks.

“Suck on my clit,” you said, adding, “and don’t touch yourself.”

Gregor did as he was told and grinned the entire time. An involuntary giggle escaped and you ran your hand through his hair. You liked asking for what you wanted, but still relished the feeling of closeness with him. You continued to card your fingers through his hair as he used his tongue in truly creative ways before gently sucking your sensitive bud.

“Good boy,” you said, as he added little licks along with just the right amount of pressure. “So good.” Gregor complied with a smile on his face. He loved the taste and smell of you. He couldn’t get enough. You closed your eyes, enjoying the sensation and wanting it to last forever. It was not to be, though, as you noticed his hand had gotten to work on his length and his other was inching closer toward your entrance.

“Gregor,” you said, looking down to meet his eyes. “Are you touching yourself?”

“I…” he couldn’t stop smiling. “Yes, ma’am. Sorry, ma’am.”

You let out a sigh that was all for show. “Lay back on the bed.” Again he complied, knowing what was coming next. You’d tried tying him up before and he always managed to get out, seeing it more as a challenge, but the spreader bar was one thing he couldn’t escape easily. He lifted his head willingly as you placed the bar behind his neck, pillows all cushioning him from any real discomfort. He wiggled his eyebrows at you, pleased with this development. You couldn’t help but laugh.

“You’re such a flirt,” you said, kissing him.

“Can’t help it with you,” he replied.

You cuffed each of his hands to an end of the bar and there was no way he could touch himself now. He pulled against the soft leather cuffs just to test it. You left him one more kiss and sat between his legs. He was completely splayed out for you and all you wanted to do was fuck him silly. Instead, you picked up a cockring and large feather and simply asked “color?” When he gave you the green light you wrapped the ring around his balls and the base of his length and smiled at the sight of him straining a bit more. You placed the strap on, harness hugging your hips, as he watched in anticipation. You kept your composure and grabbed the lube, working a healthy amount onto his hole and along the toy.

“I need you,” he said, nearly begging. Without further warning you pushed yourself inside him. It wasn’t quick or harsh, but you made your presence known. He let out a loud moan. You started thrusting, little moans escaping your lips as part of the harness brushed against you each time you buried the toy inside him. You weren’t in a rush and he liked it that way. He wanted to take the time to really feel you and enjoy the experience. Your heart raced at the sight of him, hands restrained, cock throbbing, knees bent and parted.

He started pulling against his restraints, not out of a desire to stop but because he instinctively wanted more contact. You had avoided touching him since adding the cockring and he longed for some kind of contact in addition to the internal massage you were giving him.

“Color,” you asked, reaching for the feather.

“Green,” he let out enthusiastically. You’d played with the feather before. He didn’t really like the ticklish feeling, but using it more firmly resulted in a silky sensation that drove him wild. You ran the feather along his length once and then concentrated small, firm movements to his balls while you continued to fuck him at the same pace. You watched him twitch and squirm as he got closer.

“I want to see you make a mess,” you said.

It was all too much for him to hold back. One more thrust and flick of your wrist with that feather and he found his high. He came so hard, his spend lined his abdomen, chest and a little reached his chin. You were aching for more contact of your own, nearly dripping at this point.

“Such a good boy. What a sight.” You smiled at him as you slowed your movements to a stop. “Makes me want to sit on your handsome face.”

“Please do,” he said, still catching his breath. You carefully removed yourself from him and took off the harness around your hips. You decided to release him from his restraints and removed the bar so you could kneel over him easier. You positioned yourself above him.

“You can touch me now,” you said with a grin, giving him permission. He held your hips, pressing them closer to his face, encouraging you to ride him. You firmly rubbed yourself on his chin and gasped as his tongue came up to lick your pussy. You felt his steady but intense breathing, Gregor trying to inhale as much of you as possible. You rode his outstretched tongue until you came. His strong hands encouraged you to keep moving, riding the wave as long as you could. Once you felt satisfied, you laid next to him, revealing the most pleased grin on his face.

“You look so good like this,” you said, caressing his soaked cheek and appreciating him from head to toe. “So beautiful.”

“So do you,” he replied with love in his eyes.

You leaned in and kissed his cheek, nuzzling your face against his. After a few minutes just appreciating each other, you kissed him again and told him to stay put. You put the bar away, washed the toys, and got a warm washcloth, helping to clean him off and then yourself. He sat up and you massaged his strong shoulders, upper back, and arms, knowing they would be a bit stiff from staying in the same position earlier. He melted under your touch, enjoying the attention before laying back down. You pulled him closer to you and peppered little kisses on his face to make him smile. He kissed your chin and rested against you, letting out a content sigh. As you both calmed, the heat in the room seemed to dissipate and you pulled a blanket up to cover the both of you. You rubbed his back as he snuggled into your side and quietly talked about the experience, making sure he really enjoyed everything and asking what else he might want to modify or try.

“Next time you can take me from behind,” he said.

“I could. Or you could take me from behind,” you added.

“Or we could find a way to switch,” he said with a smile.

“Whatever you want, love.” You kissed him again. Sometimes planning an evening of intimacy was fun, but other times you liked to go with the flow. Gregor had so much love to give and such an open heart. You were forever grateful that you were his and he was yours. You both relaxed until you fell asleep.

Tagging: @staycalmandhugaclone @trixie2023 @dukeoftheblackstar

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authorsblocksucks · 7 months ago

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Just As You Are (Wolffe x GN!Asexual!Aromantic!Reader)

Word count: 2047

Warnings: I’ll say NSFW for mention of having sex to make past partners happy, mention of masturbation, minors DNI

A/N: This is my first time writing Reader who is strictly aroace so I hope I did it some kind of justice. I know not all aroace people express themselves in the same way, so this is just one version I had in my mind. I believe what I write is referred to as a queerplatonic relationship? No pronouns are used for Reader. There is cuddling, bedsharing, and some sweetness, but not romance in the way a lot of people think about it. I think that touch is great and can be a wonderful way of communicating in all relationships, including platonic relationships, so there are some quick kisses, hugs, hand holding, etc.

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Memory Foam

TBB era Gregor x GN reader

Word count: 958

Warnings: NSFW, minors DNI, praise, oral (both receiving), penetration (reader receiving), unprotected sex

A/N: established relationship, this is my first time writing smut for smut’s sake, I really tried making sure this is gender neutral but if I missed something please let me know

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authorsblocksucks · 7 months ago

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So Good (Gregor x F!Reader)

Word Count: 1557

Warnings: dom!Gregor, foreplay, light bondage (leg restraints, no pain), use of safety colors / safewords (yellow used, but no need for red) and option to tap out during oral (never used), oral sex / gentle face fucking of reader, unprotected PiV sex, sex toy, little bit of edging, praise, telling reader they can take it but backing off when they seem unsure, aftercare with a shared shower. I think that's it. Oh yeah, NSFW, Minors DNI

A/N: established relationship. This fic was inspired by this post and subsequent interaction with @deewithani. Thank you!

There are two versions of this fic. The m!reader version can be found here.

He kissed your neck as he helped you undress. His touch was firm but tender. Grounding. Your breath caught in your throat as you felt his hands glide down your hips and legs as he removed your last piece of clothing.

“Doesn’t seem fair,” you said, kissing just below his ear. “You’re still dressed and I’m bare.”

“Just how I want it,” he replied with an involuntary giggle. He had a dark, but slightly playful look. “Lay back,” he instructed. You did as you were told and he pressed kisses along your collarbones and breasts. You’d talked about the plan over dinner and just talking about it was enough to leave you more than a little wet. You waited, wanting to make the anticipation last and get the dishes clean. Now you had the rest of the night together.

You were brought back to the current moment by Gregor kissing the skin where your legs met your folds. You wiggled a little, causing him to hold you down as he placed more kisses. You smiled at him.

“Take your clothes off,” you said sweetly. “I want to see you.”

“Now, now,” he replied. “I’m the one calling the shots. You’ll get to see and feel plenty of me soon enough.” He pulled out a pair of soft leather restraints, a toy, and a bottle of lube. The toy was one of your favorites. It stimulated your g-spot and your clit. He took his time touching every inch of you as he lovingly strapped each of your calves to your thighs using the restraints. You tried closing your legs, but really couldn’t. He chuckled and pulled his shirt over his head.

“That’s right,” he said with a grin. “Completely exposed for me.” You relaxed into the vulnerable position. Before he could ask, you offered “green” and he continued. He lubed up the toy, making sure nothing would feel raw, and placed it inside you with the small suction spot right over your clit. Gregor took the small remote controller for the toy and turned it on. He started on the lowest intensity, not wanting to overdo it and still getting you warmed up. He watched you respond to the stimulation, adding kisses along your breasts, the inside of your elbow, and the back of your hand. He slowly turned up the intensity as he stripped and continued to watch while you moaned and played with your nipples. Once his cock was free he started lazily playing with himself to the tune of your vocalizations. He could touch you in all the right places simply by pressing a button. He switched up the rhythm of the toy’s vibrations, just to keep it interesting and to make sure you didn’t get too close too soon.

“Good girl,” he said, watching you respond.

You smiled up at him as he propped your head and upper back up with a few pillows. He straddled your chest with his now hard cock right in front of your needy mouth. Your legs twitched against the restraints in anticipation of what was next. You loved the taste of him.

“Hands on my hips,” he instructed. “Open your mouth. Relax your jaw and throat.”

You did so, already struggling to focus with the pleasure still being pressed deep inside your core. He used the remote to calm the vibration just enough so you could focus on his cock.

“Two finger taps and I’ll stop,” he reminded.

You tried to relax your jaw some more, allowing him to push himself further into your mouth and just hitting the back of your throat. He paused there with a grunt. Gregor was never comfortable pressing in so deep you couldn’t breathe, but he loved the feeling of your mouth around his length. He pulled most of the way out and started to fuck your face with short thrusts, enjoying the feeling of the head running over your lips. You squeezed his ass, spurring him on. He started longer movements of his hips, groaning at the feeling of your tongue on the underside of his cock. He turned the vibrator up and you started moaning along his length. His familiar smell and taste permeated your senses. Your gaze moved up his body as he pleasured himself using your mouth. You looked up toward his kind eyes. Even when he took charge, he looked like he was so in love.

He switched the pattern on the vibrator, causing a new surge of heat through your body. Not a minute later, your moans came stronger and he knew you were close. You felt the familiar build and knew he would make you wait to finish. He turned the vibrator down all the way and paused, leaving the head of his length in your mouth. You held your mouth open so he could rub the tip over your tongue as he talked.

“You’re close,” he said knowingly with a little chuckle. “Now, do you want to come with my cock buried in your pretty mouth or buried in your gorgeous cunt?” He studied your face. “Either way, I’m going to enjoy filling you.” He held his cock off your tongue just enough that you could speak.

“My pussy,” you answered.

Gregor grinned and moved down the bed, placing himself between your legs. He smiled at the sight of the restraints putting you in the perfect position.

“Let’s keep this in,” he said, tapping the end of the toy buried inside you. “You can take it.” He hovered over you, holding your hands above your head and kissing your jaw. He felt you tighten up at the thought of taking him with a toy stuffed inside you.

“Color,” he asked, looking into your eyes for the truth.

“Yellow,” you answered quietly. He simply nodded, let go of your hands, and removed the toy. He left it on a towel off to the side and went back to hovering over you and kissing your jaw.

“Better,” he asked.

You nodded and added, “green” with a smile.

With that, he was pressing into you, groaning as he bottomed out. He adjusted his position so he could watch you take him. You felt the familiar stretch as he took you, rubbing up at the perfect angle and bringing you closer to the brink. He picked up the pace and pulled you further down the bed, lifting your hips to meet his own. Your breath started coming in fast pants and moans.

“Gregor,” you almost whined, “I need more, please.”

“Go on,” he said with a grin, pausing enough to turn on the toy and hand it to you so you could use one end on yourself. “I want to see.”

He started fucking you again, your bodies now making squelching sounds. Your mind was barely functioning with what he was doing to you, but you pressed the tip of the toy to your nub and started moaning his name. Gregor kept a steady pace, determined for you to finish first. He kept pressing at the perfect angle and with your sensitive bud now vibrating at a glorious speed. It was enough to send you over the edge and you came while crying his name. He helped you ride out your orgasm and whispered “so pretty.” You put the toy aside as you recovered from your high, content to let him use your body for his own pleasure. Watching you climax beneath him was just as fun as finishing himself and in no time he painted your walls, burying himself inside you while whispering praises.

Once he started to catch his breath, he eased himself out of you, sat up, and loosened the leather straps. You stretched out and Gregor took his time to rub your legs. His hands worked to massage down your thighs and calves in slow circles. He kissed the spots under your knees and smiled at you like he was drunk with love.

“You did such a good job for me,” he said, helping you sit up so he could rub your back.

“I had fun,” you replied, leaning into his touch. He kissed your neck and wrapped his arms around you, holding your back to his chest. You sighed and leaned against him for a moment before trying to reach for the towel.

“Oh no,” he said. A giggle overtook him as he held you closer before adding, “I take care of you when I’m in charge. That’s how that works.”

A soft smile spread across your face and you turned to look at him. “If you insist.”

“I do,” he replied. “Actually, instead of the towel, how about a shower?”

You nodded.

Gregor stood up and gave you a hand, making sure to stabilize you if your legs weren’t feeling totally ready. He turned the water on at the temperature you liked and you both got in. He washed your body with the utmost gentleness and washed himself off while you pressed kisses along his chest and back. He wrapped you both in fresh towels and you found yourselves back in bed, lingering kisses accompanied with content hums. You whispered your love to each other before you fell asleep together, Gregor holding you in his arms and making sure you felt secure.

Tagging: @staycalmandhugaclone @trixie2023 @dukeoftheblackstar

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authorsblocksucks · 7 months ago

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Hi! Im a long time fan! I have a pretty spicy HC request if you are interested. I like to imagine that the Bad Batch are all very well endowed 😉How would each of them handle this great responsibility and power? What naughty things would they whisper in your ear as they try to fit inside you for the first time? Could you also include Gregor? 😊 ok I’m going to go hide now thanks!

Aloha!

Hmm, interesting thought, let me see...

The Bad Batch/Gregor x Fem!Reader HCs - Well Endowed

Warnings: Smut Mentioned/Dirty Talk/PiV/ BD-Energy/Fluff/Comfort/Strongly Suggestive/18+

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Hunter

He is passionate, sensual. But he is also very sensitive, considerate and adapts. Hunter knows how aroused and excited you are, but he also senses the underlying fear that's smoldering there inside you. "There's nothing to be afraid of". He is naked next to you, in all his glory. Beneath his tanned skin, hard muscles, but his touch is gentle, purposeful, tender. Your eyes fall to his crotch and you swallow. "Are you okay?" he inquires cautiously, looking at you. "Sure," you say evasively. "Are you sure?" "Of course." Hunter is pretty well hung, his cock long, thick. Your fingers gently feel for it, feeling the heat radiating from it, eliciting a soft, sigh. When he finally lies over you, his hard length pressed against your body, your heart beats up to your throat. He kisses your shoulders, your neck, your face and whispers soft words to you. "My love, my beautiful, you don't have to worry, I'll be gentle, I promise". And Hunter keeps his word. As he brings his tip to your gate, you automatically tense up, but he patiently pauses, kissing and caressing your tension away. Finally, very slowly, he penetrates you, pausing after every inch, kissing you, praising you. "Look at you, so beautiful, you're doing great, darling, taking me so well".

Hunter is in no hurry. Spending this time with you, exchanging these intimacies, is a privilege that he fully enjoys and treats with respect. He would never intentionally hurt you, and he does everything he can to make you feel comfortable and let go. The fear will quickly evaporate, and you can be sure that Hunter will give you a lot of pleasure.

Echo

You kiss each other. Heat has spread between you and you have undressed each other. Now you lie there naked, Echo gently kissing every bit of bare skin he can reach. You're like putty under his lips. As exciting and stimulating as the whole thing is for him, he is still very attentive. He doesn't miss your glance at his hard length, which admittedly, is far larger than you expected. He sits up, takes your hand and gently pulls you onto his lap. "Come here sweetie" He looks up into your face. You see the dilated pupils, you know what he wants, and you want it too. But you're unsure, his size has unsettled you. "I know what you're thinking. I've seen the look on your face," he says softly. Again your gaze travels down, between you, there stands his cock erect, thick and long. Echo gently places a finger under your chin and lifts it. "That's why I pulled you onto my lap. I think you should have full control the first time. You decide how deep and how fast we go. Agreed?"

You nod, the idea makes sense. You lift your pelvis, and he guides his tip to your wet opening. Very slowly, you lower yourself onto it. You immediately feel the stretch, it's overwhelming. Your thighs tremble. Echo moans softly, he has to hold on to himself because even for him the feeling is intense. He nevertheless gently kisses your sternum, your collarbone, your neck, your chin and whispers, "You don't have to rush, take your time". Bit by bit, you sink further down, taking him in until he fills you completely. The feeling is so intense, so overwhelming, not just physically. Echo breathes heavily beneath you. "Good girl, you're doing wonderfully," he says breathlessly. With Echo, you never have to worry or feel insecure. Be open with him, don't pretend, and the two of you will have a wonderful time.

Wrecker

He is sweet, playful and gigantic. Of course, Wrecker knows that his physical build is a challenge for you, he behaves accordingly. The foreplay is long, and he spoils you very much, he sucked on your pearl until your thighs trembled around his ears. With two of his thick fingers, he has fingered you very carefully and stretched a little in gentle scissor movements. You are more than wet, but Wrecker also has lube ready just in case. Several times he offers you that you do not have to do that, that there are other wonderful ways to satisfy each other. But you insist, today is the day, you don't want to put it off any longer. "You'll be gentle, won't you?" you ask, a little uncertainly, nonetheless. He puts his hand on his heart and says, "Of course, beauty." Wrecker is really gentle, he is much more skilled than it might seem at first glance when you look at him. Besides, he is in no hurry, every tenderness he exchanges with you is a feast for him.

As your bodies unite, his thick cock nudges your gate, your whole body tingles. His slow advance is accompanied by gentle words and kisses. Wrecker takes his time. He communicates with you, seeks eye contact, wants to be sure that he does not hurt you. You are always in good, caring, big hands with him.

Tech

It took forever for you to get close at all. Tech has been rather reserved and reserved about being physical before you got close. He sometimes has a reserved shyness about him that others might find exhausting or annoying, but not you. You find him incredibly sweet, and you like that he's not one of those who has to rush everything. In the meantime, he has thawed out. He loves to cuddle, gentle kisses, little caresses. He is a spider monkey, some part of his body is always wrapped around you when he is near you and gets the chance. One of your cuddle moments has now led to a hot make out session and you feel that heat has risen not only in you. Tech is not wearing his armor during your hours of cuddling, and there is an unmistakable bulge in his pants as your tongue slides over his lower lip. He's pressed up against you, his kisses a little more fiery than before, his fingers suddenly everywhere, even under your clothes. Before you know it, you're both naked. You pause and look at each other.

"That was quick... and surprising," Tech says quietly, glancing down at the pile of clothes you've carelessly tossed aside, "But that doesn't mean we have to have intercourse, I don't want you to feel obligated for any reason." You smile shyly and say somewhat breathlessly with your heart pounding, "I very much want to merge with you, but I just saw how well-endowed you are and.... I'm not sure how that's going to fit in." Tech blinks, then his cheeks flush, and he says softly in a matter-of-fact way, "A woman's vagina is made to stretch and adapt to accommodate both sexual partners for fertilization and to bear children naturally. I'm pretty sure... um, that I fit in there." Your ears are getting hot. "I know that Tech... it's just, I'm a little afraid it's going to hurt" "Oh," he says softly, "But we can prevent that." You smile and say, "Knowing you, I'm sure you already have some ideas."

Of course, he does. Apart from appropriate preparatory foreplay, lubricant and gentle words, he also got toys, on the one hand just in case and on the other out of curiosity. Anyone who gets involved with Tech should bring a certain openness and willingness to experiment. You both have a long but wonderful and interesting night ahead of you. He may often be very matter of fact, but he has a very passionate and sensual side to him that is reserved only for you as his partner.

Crosshair

He's so wild, so hot. Until now, you never had the time to really have sex. But his kisses and touches are always like fire. He knows exactly how to touch you, over which parts of your body his long fingers have to glide, so that you want to tear off your panties and mount him. However, this is something that always slows you down and makes you glad that it hasn't come to that yet and that you were either directly disturbed or interrupted. Every time you feel his hard length through your clothes, it's a turn on, but once you felt over the fabric for it. To put it a bit exaggerated, you had to feel several times to be sure that you really touched his cock and not his leg. But now you have all the time in the world and Crosshair is very eager to get under your clothes. He is hungry, has been waiting for a while to be undisturbed with you. He makes you incredibly hot, his touches are perfect, but the more covers fall, the more nervous you get.

Finally, you lie there naked and his pelvis pushes between your thighs, his massive cock rubbing over your pussy. He pauses, though, when he sees the look on your face. "What's going on?" he asks somewhat breathlessly, his thoughts in a fog of horniness through which he tries to understand what's going on. You don't know how to say it, so you say it freely, you know Crosshair likes it better when you say what you want or think directly anyway. "I'm a little scared. You're so big down there." He raises his brows, gathers his thoughts, but then smiles. "Kitten, you are way too cute" he says gentle, "Don't worry, we'll take it slow. Bit by bit. I'll be tender, I promise." He keeps his word, Crosshair always does. He penetrates you very slowly, accompanied by soft words of praise and kisses. "My good girl, you are doing great". More kisses, a little moan, "Damn you're tight, Kitten". Sweat is on his forehead, but he holds back. It takes half an eternity before he's completely absorbed in you. "See, Kitten, it's working. You did great, girl" He bites your neck very gently and starts to move inside you very slowly. Close to your skin, he says, "Let's see what heights we can take you to".

Gregor

He is a cuddler. As soon as you have a moment to yourselves, he pulls you into his arms, presses you against him, spreads kisses on every bit of skin he can reach. Very tenderly, almost languidly, his lips wander. His hands are strong but careful. However, he has never tried to push you into anything or to undress you completely, even though you have often felt his hard length through your clothes, Gregor has never really tried to make love to you. You don't know if he's doing this out of consideration and wants you to signal your willingness first, or if something is wrong. So you talk to him about it. He holds you pressed against him, between you under the fabric of his pants his cock is hard again. Gregor blinks and looks at you. "Why? What should be wrong?" You shrug your shoulders uncertainly, whereupon he smiles at you. "Do you want us to?" You bite your bottom lip, barely able to ignore the dampness in your panties. You have a huge crush on him, excited, pulse racing. Being near him, his touches, are like a rush. Of course, you want to have sex with him, and you tell him so.

Gregor takes his time undressing you, every piece of skin he exposes gets kissed and caressed. When your eyes fall on his exposed length, you are startled for a moment. You have felt through the fabric that he is big, but to see it is different again. Gregor, who has seen your gaze, says softly, "You trust me, don't you?" "Of course" He chuckles his own little laugh and says, "Then my love, let yourself go, don't worry and leave everything else to me, I promise you won't feel anything but pleasure". He kisses his way to your clitoris, working your pearl with tongue and lips, the swollen little bundle of nerves is twitching under his skillful tongue. His touch makes you twitch and tremble with tense arousal. To feel him so intimately is a whole new rush in itself. The moment he penetrates you, you've already had an orgasm, are wetter than wet and completely relaxed. Of course, you feel it, even how big it is, but Gregor proceeds slowly and tenderly and instead of nervousness, you take it in with deep affection and pleasant anticipation. When he is completely sunk into you, he says a little breathlessly, "You see, my beautiful girl, you can trust me completely".

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Going For A Ride

Summary: You ride Gregor's face. That's it. That's the plot.

Pairing: Gregor x reader

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, oral, face-sitting, flirting

A/N: Apparently I should write more when I'm sick. Wrote this last night in a fugue state. Apologies if it's rough. Figured everyone could use a little Gregor love.

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His hands grab hold of your ass, squeezing hard enough to draw a sound from your lips where they're pressed against his. He pulls you closer against him, the very prominent bulge in his pants pressing against your stomach.

"Kriff." You gasp, carding your fingers through his hair. "You're so hard, baby."

He lets out a quiet giggle, kissing the corner of your lips. "Can't help it with you looking like that, mesh'la."

A smile tugs at the corner of your lips as you wrap your arms around his shoulders. "Such a charmer."

"Only for you." He leans back down, pressing his lips to yours.

His tongue drags across your bottom lip and you open your mouth for him, pulling him closer to you. His hands guide your hips to grind against him, and you swallow the small moans that leave his throat.

"Kriff." He breathes, pulling away from your lips as he delivers a playful smack to your ass. "I want you to sit on my face."

You blink up at him before nodding slowly. "Okay."

He pulls away to tug off his shirt as you strip out of your own clothes, ignoring the way your panties stick to your slick folds. Gregor lays down on the bed, situating himself comfortably against the pillows.

You kneel on the end of the bed, slowly crawling up to his head. You don't miss the way he gulps, throat bobbing with the action. His hands grip your thighs as soon as you're close enough, tugging you to hover over his face.

You stay like that, hovering just above his mouth. He presses a wet kiss to your inner thigh, nipping gently at the sensitive skin.

His hands close around your hips, tugging you downward, but you stop him. "What's wrong?" He asks, looking up at you.

"I don't want to hurt you." You say, leaning back slightly to see his eyes.

He smiles at you, his hands sliding down to grab handfuls of your thighs. "Oh mesh'la, you're not going to hurt me."

"But...what if I...smother you?"

He uses his strength to tug you closer, pressing a kiss to your clit. "Then I will die a happy man."

You let him pull you down completely, his lips closing around your clit. You let out a gasp, hands gripping the headboard for support as he suckles at your clit.

"Gregor!" You gasp as he sucks hard, toes curling.

He lets out a hum, the sound vibrating right through your clit. You can practically feel his smirk as you gasp, reaching down to tangle a hand in his hair. You grind against his mouth, shifting your hips up until your clit bumps his nose. He moans against your pussy, lapping at your folds as you grind against his face.

"Kriff, Gregor, feels so good." You pant, legs shaking from the exertion and the feeling of his mouth on you.

His hands squeeze your thighs, eyes closed in bliss as you soak his face with your juices. You're close, moaning and babbling as you get nearer to your orgasm.

His tongue prods your entrance, slipping inside as you continue to ride his face, thrusting in and out of you at the movement. You groan at the sensation, hand tightening in his hair as you grind hard against his mouth.

You cum with a cry, legs shaking as you fight to hold yourself up. His tongue drags through your folds tasting your release and licking you clean.

You push yourself back to sit on his chest as you come down from your high, his touch beginning to overstimulate you. He looks thoroughly fucked with his face shining with your juices and you haven't even touched him yet. He licks his lips, giving you a wicked grin as a quiet giggle rumbles through his chest.

You're in for a long night.

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authorsblocksucks · 7 months ago

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Compromising Positions

Summary: As an aide to Senator Amidala, you have an appearance to uphold in public. Little do they know what goes on behind closed doors.

Pairing: Captain Rex x reader

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, established relationship, massage, oral sex, overstimulation, unprotected sex, Rex is kind of a service dom but not really intentionally, a little bit of a breeding kink if you look closely, Rex is a little bit in love (or he's obsessed the author has no idea what healthy relationships look like), Rex and reader know about Anakin and Padme, this is so unintentionally soft.

A/N: This is shockingly romantic for me. I'm shocked at how sappy this got omg. There's something wrong with me, this was supposed to be just straight filth but it developed feelings 😭.

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He likes you in this position.

There’s something so beautiful about the way your back arches, held that way by the pillow under your hips. His hands trail along your soft skin, thumbs tracing the line of your spine. You sigh contently under his touch, forehead pressed against your arms. You’re so beautiful like this, pliant and relaxed under his hands. The tension is gone from your shoulders, worked out by his skilled fingers. You’re always so tense, shoulders and back riddled with knots when he finally gets his hands on you.

An unfortunate side effect of your job.

He leans forward, pressing his body into yours. You hum quietly, feeling the bulge in his blacks press against your ass. His lips press gentle kisses along your shoulders, trailing across the back of your neck.

“Rex,” You breathe, hips pressing back against him.

“Hmm?” He presses even closer to you, kissing the side of your head.

“Missed you.” You murmur so sweetly, grinding your hips back against him.

He smiles, kissing his way down the line of your spine. “Missed you too.” He murmurs against your skin. He pulls back once he reaches your ass, sitting up on his knees behind you. “You’ve been busy lately.”

You hum as his hands grip your ass, kneading your flesh. “How can you tell?” Your words are broken by a gasp as he spreads you open, the cool air in the room kissing the wet patch between your thighs.

“The knots in your shoulders.” He muses, his thumbs spreading you open for him. “How wet you are. Has the Senator been working you extra hard?”

“Can’t help it.” You gasp as his thumb traces your slit. “We’re at war.”

“So long as she doesn’t need you tonight.” He leans down, nipping playfully at one of your cheeks.

“I think she’s rather preoccupied herself.” You laugh, shifting in his hold as his thumb brushes your clit.

Rex smirks, slipping an arm around you to flip you over onto your back. The only two people in the galaxy that know their secret, and here you are in a rather compromising position yourselves. Rex leans down, tossing your legs over his shoulders before diving into your pussy, lapping at your slick folds before he focuses on your clit.

He circles his tongue around the small bud in the way he knows you like, the way that has you squeezing your thighs around his head. He wraps his hands around your thighs, holding them open as he works your clit with his tongue. You let out the sweetest noises, every chant of his name sending blood rushing between his own legs. He’s so hard, desperate for any sort of friction but he won’t allow himself that pleasure yet. He wants to cum inside you until you’re dripping, making a mess of your sheets.

He can tell you’re close by the way you’re grinding against his face, knuckles white as they grip the sheets under you. He toys with the idea of letting you cum on his tongue, but it’s been too long since you’ve seen each other. He wants to savor the moment as long as possible.

He pulls away before you can cum, the most desperate sounding whine leaving your lips as your hips try to follow him, chasing the pleasure you were so close to.

“Rex!” You whine, pouting a bit.

He chuckles, leaning forward to tug at your bottom lip with his thumb. “Not yet, cyare.” He drags his hand down your front. “I want to be inside you when you cum.”

Your eyes darken, teeth sinking into that bottom lip. He tugs off the bottom half of his blacks, tossing them somewhere behind him. Your eyes shamelessly take in his form, every scar, every line of muscle, down to the hard cock standing at attention between his thighs.

You push yourself up onto your elbows, legs falling open as you motion for him to come closer. He crawls onto the bed, slotting himself between your thighs as he presses his chest against yours. His arms wrap around you, caging you against him as he kisses you.

You moan softly as you taste yourself on his tongue, hips pressing into his as you search for any sort of friction. He grinds his hips into yours, his cock pressing against your slick folds.

“Please, Rex.” You whine against his lips, fingers digging into his shoulders.

He’d love to keep teasing you, dragging this out until you’re a boneless mess, desperate for him to ease the ache between your thighs, but he’ll take pity on you this time. He lifts himself up just slightly, slipping a hand between your bodies to grip his cock. He drags the head through your folds a couple times, making you mewl beneath him before he’s sinking into you, your body opening for him like you were made for him.

He groans at the tight squeeze of your walls around him as he presses his body back against yours. Your thighs close around him, holding him tight against you. You stare up into those big brown eyes, getting lost in the softness of his stare. His eyes contrast the danger you know he could pose if he wanted to. He’s a well trained fighter, an experienced soldier, and yet he can look at you with such softness, touch you so gently with hands that are capable of complete destruction.

His head dips to your neck, softly kissing the skin, careful not to leave any marks. How he’d love to paint your skin with his teeth and his hands, he knows the risk is too great. So, he resigns himself to simply tasting your skin, leaving gentle kisses in his wake.

Perhaps someday, he can dream.

He knows better than to believe it will ever be a reality.

He slowly begins rocking his hips, holding you tightly against his body. They’ll be shipping out tomorrow, leaving for another battle, another risk, another chance it may be his last. He knows that time could come at any moment. He’s not supposed to think like that. He can’t help it sometimes.

Your hand lifts to his head, gently cupping the back, pressing him closer against your neck. You always know, somehow you can tell when he gets too deep into his own thoughts. “Don’t think.” You whisper, warm breath fanning his ear. “Just feel.” You tighten around him, trying to draw him deeper into you.

His moan is muffled by the skin of your neck, his hips stuttering for a moment. You stroke the back of his head as he rocks into you, slowly picking up his pace. You wrap your legs around his waist, coiled around him like a snake.

He’d be more than willing to be devoured by you if it meant he could spend every moment of every day with you.

You’re close to cumming already, whining and moaning in his ear. The bed creaks as he thrusts into you, the wet sound of your flesh meeting loud in the room, but he doesn’t care. It’s certainly not illegal what you’re doing, though it would raise some questions if anyone saw you two together.

He’ll worry about that later.

Your nails dig into his shoulders as you cum, spasming around him. He groans into your ear, hips stilling as he spills inside you, filling you with his cum. Your legs are shaking, whole body trembling in the aftermath of your orgasm. You lay there with him for a few moments, breathing heavily as you hold one another.

Rex gently unravels your bodies, turning you back onto your stomach. He slips the pillow back under your hips, holding your legs apart. He watches his cum start to slide out of you, dripping down your pussy. You make a quiet noise as he runs his cock along your pussy before pressing back into you.

You groan into the sheets as he stretches your already sensitive walls, forcing his cum back deep inside you. His hand smooths over your back, his touch just as gentle as it had been earlier. He’s deep inside you at this angle, cock brushing places you didn’t even think were possible. He’s ruined you forever. Not even your own fingers can make you feel the way he does.

No man will ever compare to him.

His cock brushes that spot inside you with every thrust, forcing pleasure through your body despite the overstimulation. It burns so good, his thrusts dragging your clit along the pillow stuffed under your hips.

"Rex!" You cry his name, back arching as you writhe under him.

His eyes follow the beautiful bend of your spine, hands coming to rest on your hips as he pulls you back against him with every thrust.

You're cumming again, hips jerking in his hands as you whine into the sheets. His head falls back as he fills you a second time, stuffing you full of his cum. You moan at the feeling of being stuffed so full of him, his lips trailing along your back to your shoulder. He slips his arms under you, rolling you gently to the side, his cock still stuffed inside you.

You lay boneless in his arms, feeling more relaxed than you have in a long time. You know tomorrow things will go back to the way they were. Rex will leave to fight the war, and you’ll go back to the Senate and stress about the war and the people dying because of it. You’d stay in this bed forever if you could, in his arms, stuffed full of his cock.

“We should get married.” The words slip out of your mouth before you can stop them.

“What?” He laughs, taken aback by your words.

“We should get married. Secretly. I think it would be exciting.”

He hums, pressing his nose against your shoulder, his lips brushing your skin. “Is this your way of telling me you love me?”

You swallow thickly. You haven’t said it to him directly. You always assumed it was implied. He hasn’t said it either, but you can tell. You just know. “Yes.” You finally say, fingers tightening the grip you have on his hand. “I want to get married to you.”

You can feel him smile against your shoulder. “You think you can pull something like this off?”

You shrug. “I know someone I could ask for help.”

“They’ll want to come to the wedding if they find out.” He says, tightening his hold around you.

You shrug. “Is that such a bad thing?”

“We’ll never live it down.” He kisses your shoulder. “But you’re right.”

Your stomach flutters in excitement at his words. You turn your head just enough, pressing your lips to his. “Your next shore leave. Come prepared for a wedding.”

He smiles. “Should I invite the rest of the 501st?”

You slap his arm playfully, settling back into his hold. You’re too excited to sleep, mind already racing with the promise of the future and marrying Rex.

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authorsblocksucks · 7 months ago

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Ruin (Rex x Fem!Reader) Smut

Summary: Rex proves why clones are superior to natborns. A.N: I....I don't know what to say for myself. I woke up horny and key smashed this filth onto my laptop. Word Count: 1,085 Warnings: Rough sex (with aftercare), marking, dirty talk, competency kink, a hint of choking, mentions of clone bigotry.

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You had no idea what had gotten into Rex that night, but whatever it was, you were reaping the best benefits from it.

His hands had a bruising grip on your wrists as they pinned you to the bed, his hip pounding relentlessly into you as he took you from behind, growling and grunting lowly in your ear. His cock was stretching you with every thrust, barely prepared to take him when he threw you on the bed. Getting so wet from the way he pulled your clothes off was your only saving grace as he practically impaled you.

Rex must have decided that you were too quiet for him, because without warning his lips moved from your ear, darting down to give your shoulder a rough bite. Something just short of a scream ripped from your throat as you threw your head back- or at least, as much as you could, with him pinning you down with his whole body.

“That’s it,” he growled, tongue darting out to soothe the mark he left, “moan and scream as loud as you want. Let everyone hear you. Kark, you’d like that, wouldn’t you? You get off letting everyone know that you’re in here, getting fucked by a clone.”

The way he hissed out the word startled you, even in the heat of the moment. So, that’s what got into him. You tried to lean back, press your lips to his ear or temple or any part of him you could reach as he grazed his teeth over more of your skin.

“I'm getting fucked by a man, not just a clon- AH!”

Another guttural sound left you when he reangled his hips, fucking even deeper as he bit you again. “It’s alright, mesh’la,” he hummed against your skin, “I know what they think of us, what they think of me.” Another growl as he released his death grip on your wrist and instead wrapped his large hand around your throat. “Thinking we’re beneath them, like kriffing droids.” He gave just the lightest squeeze, fingers playing at your neck, “But you know different, don’t you, darling? You ever had a natborn fuck you like this? Fuck you this good?”

You couldn’t stand it, between his hips pounding against your ass, his hands and teeth marking you up, and those filthy words, you were a mess, eyes rolling back, mouth agape, body like jelly under him. All you could manage was an urgent nod and a whimper of agreement.

Rex grunted his disapproval, before dragging his hand down your body and shoving it between the bed and your cunt. He laid out his rough fingers right where he was grinding you into the mattress, curling the digits just right so your clit rubbed hard against them with every thrust of his bruising hips.

“Say it,” he growled, “tell me why you let this clone fuck you.”

You made sure your moan of a curse was loud as your body pulsed with pleasure under him. Kriff, you were close, so close! Somehow, you found your voice, even if it was a raw, barely coherent mess. “B-best I’ve ever had! No one ever fu-fucked me so good, no one but you, Rex!”

That got his approval, he hummed, nuzzling you just below your ear, his hips and hands never letting up. “That’s right, mesh’la, ruined you, haven’t I? Ruined you for any other man.”

“Yes- yes! Fuck, Rex, want you to ruin me over ‘n over.”

You could feel his cock twitch at that, the hand still pinning your wrist tightening possessively. His lips returned to your ear and right when his fingers started to work in tandem with his thrusts, he purred, “Anything for you, sweetheart.”

Your pleasure reached its peak suddenly and blind hot, so euphoric that you weren’t even sure what you sounded like when it happened. It must have been music to his ears, though, because he let out a distracted curse as he slid the hand from your clit to grip your hip. Just like everything else about him tonight, it was hard and rough, holding you in place as Rex readjusted himself again, using your abused cunt to chase his own end.

It didn’t take him long and you cried out in overstimulated bliss as you felt him spill deep inside you, filling you up, making you his yet again. Just like all the marks he left that night. You couldn’t help but whimper when he pulled out of you, feeling his cum dripping on your ass and thighs.

Neither of you were able to breathe right after that, and Rex collapsed half on the bed, half over you and he tried to get his ragged breathing under control. You were laying there, spent, eyes closed and uncaring of the mess your open mouth and dripping pussy were making of the sheets.

Still, when Rex, still breathing hard, started laying tender kisses over your hair, you shuddered with delight. He moved your body this way and that until he was under you with your head to his chest. Next, he took your wrist and brought it to his mouth, soft lips pressing gently to where he had held you so tightly.

“I- I left bruises, didn’t I?” he mumbled, and the shame underlying his tone made you look up, “ ‘m sorry, cyare, I don’t know what got into me.”

His gentle hold made it easy for you to reach out and cup his cheek, thumb tracing over his lips. “Nothing to apologize for, Rex. I’m not complaining.”

You wanted to ask who and what was said about clones that got him so upset, mostly so you could give the di’kutla a piece of your mind, but you decided to save that for later. Right now, you just wanted to show Rex exactly how superior he was to anyone who thought less of him. With all the strength you could muster, you raised yourself up, straddling his hips and holding his face in both hands. You kissed him, pulling him against your still sore body and running your hands over his short hair.

He moaned into your mouth and this time his fingers gripped your hips gently, kneading the tender skin with care.

“Rex,” your tone was breathy when you pulled back, holding his gaze as you said, “I’m going to show you how thankful I am that you ruin me every night.”

Slowly, a smirk lifted his mouth, and that haze of possessive need darkened his eyes again.

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authorsblocksucks · 7 months ago

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Take a Ride (Rex x fem!Reader) Spice!

Summary: Rex had always had amazing thighs, but now there was only one fantasy you wanted to fulfill with them.

Fem reader, no mentions of physical description.

This is a 18+ content! Minors be gone!

A.N: So, after @littlemissmanga gave her analysis of Rex's armor in this post, I had way too many thots about how to abuse that armor. This is the result! Nothing but filth here folks. I sort of had a jedi reader in mind when writing this, but that's never explicitly stated, just has general "forbidden relationship" vibes.

Word Count: 3388

Warnings: Thigh riding, slightly dominant Rex, secret relationships, dirty talk, armor kink (sort of?), clothed male, praising, mutual masturbation, porn with minimal plot (riding Rex's thigh into the sunset. that's it. that's the plot)

Rex was a smart man. Observant, tactical, intuitive. And you were an open book to him.

Or at least, that’s how it felt whenever you locked eyes across the room. You didn’t have to spell out your desires to him, not now, not after so long of learning every inch of each other. He didn’t need you to bite your lip or bat your eyelashes, it was all there in the subtlety of your gaze, the rise of your chest, the clench of your fingers.

All he had to do was catch your gaze, and he knew what you wanted.

It was good, for so so many reasons, but paramount among them was the fact that you could hardly flirt so openly with him. The two of you had to learn to communicate with nothing more than the smallest of gestures, the shortest of glances. The only times you could truly call out to each other, beg for each other, demand each other, was in the stolen moments of a locked office or cheap hotel on Coruscant.

So really, it shouldn’t have come as a shock, that he could read your wants, when he caught you staring at something more specific than his whole (damn sexy) person.

No one could blame you. Rex always had amazing thighs, you loved biting them as you teased him mercilessly, loved gripping them when you had him moaning at your mouth, and you loved being tangled in them as he buried himself inside you. You had always loved his thighs, but this made something new flare in you, now that you had noticed a certain…detail in the new clone armor.

How had you never noticed it before? Every free moment you had near him was taken up with staring him up and down, knowing you’d never get your fill of him. You had memorized every inch of his body, gazed endlessly at the armor that kept him alive day after day.

So why had it only been when he pounded you from behind while in full armor that you noticed his tassets had ridges to them?

Your body throbbed at the memory, the way he had sought you out the moment he was back on the ship after weeks apart, the way he had ripped your clothes off with such desperate need, the way he took you hard and impatient.

It was only in that moment that you felt them digging in, the subtle little peaks cresting the full length of the armor piece. And now they were all you could think about. Rex had always had amazing thighs, but now there was only one fantasy you wanted to fulfill with them.

Rex was observant and tactical and intuitive. He knew all your subtle looks and gestures, so, it didn’t take him long to figure you out when you started staring at one part of him in particular.

The first time he caught you staring was during a briefing. To your credit, you were still listening to Anakin’s report, you were just also stealing glances because you were a skilled multitasker. You had been feigning contemplation, letting anyone who might look your way think that you were staring at nothing in particular, while you were actually focused on those little raised ridges. When you sensed you had been ‘gazing absently’ for too long, you made yourself look up- only to catch Rex’s eye.

He tilted his chin up just the slightest bit before looking away.

In the private language of your subtle gestures to one another, that might as well have been a knowing smirk.

Of course, he knew you were thinking about him, but, he probably didn’t know exactly what you were thinking; besides general heat and need, right? Force, he probably assumed you were staring at his codpiece, it certainly wouldn’t be the first time. The knowledge of your exact fantasy was safe.

But that was an assurance that became harder to hope for the second time he caught you staring.

You were helping him run drills, stopwatch pulled up on your bracer, clocking every trooper who ran Rex’s course. At first, Rex had been pacing along the end of the track, hands behind his back in an authoritative stance as he watched his men work. Then he stood to the side, hands on hips as he barked orders. If both of those hadn’t been distracting enough, then he had propped his leg up on a crate as he called for them to keep going and live up to the 501st standards.

That did you in.

The way his thigh was level, lined like the perfect seat, was too much. Your mind was racing with the most impure thoughts, the ideas of what the hard, angled plastoid might feel like made heat fill you almost instantly. It just might be the perfect shape, slotting perfectly against your clit, between your folds. And with Rex being the one under that armor piece? Maker, you knew he’d buck and roll you perfectly against it, make sure it moved just right for the friction you’d crave and-

Kriff!

You almost- almost didn’t stop your watch in time when Fives came darting past you.

You could already feel the mess pooling in your panties, just the thought of it all making you wet- that would be fun to deal with for the rest of the drills. Somehow, you managed to keep your voice mostly steady when you called out Fives’ time, but, when you met Rex’s eye again, you knew you were caught. He held your gaze firm, a silent knowing passing between you, that he had heard the barely there shake in your voice. The stare was practically a smug scolding, reminding you that it would be a long time before you could change out of the sopping underwear. He allowed his gaze to slide south, glancing over your core as they turned to Fives. Something no one but you would notice.

Considering all the other times you had stolen glances at his thighs, you had thought that he wouldn’t make the connection, having only caught you twice. But you should have known better, you should have known he’d figure you out.

Once the drills were done and everyone was making their way out of the simulator, you trailed far behind everyone else, trying to get your breathing under control. Keeping your mind out of the gutter for the rest of the training had not been easy and you were ready to change into clean undergarments.

Until you passed an adjacent corridor and felt hands grab you.

You gasped as they pulled you in, but the familiar feel of your captain filled your senses as your back hit the cold wall. Lips closed over yours before you could so much as blink up at him, gloved hands scrambling to find your wrist and pin them beside your head.

“You should know better than to look at me like that in public, mesh’la,” Rex growled against your mouth.

“You’re one to talk,” was your panted retort as you glanced down the empty, but still very open corridor. This was not like Rex, he never indulged in you in such an easy place to get caught. As appealing as the fantasy was, neither of you could stomach what would happen if you were caught.

He hummed in response, even as his legs started moving, “That look of yours worked me up too much,” one slotted itself between your thighs, shoving them apart as it pressed into you.

And you let out a shaking moan.

Rex only chuckled as you clamped your hand over your mouth, face hot as he pressed his armored limb against your throbbing center. “So, that is it,” he mused into your ear, “That’s what you’ve been thinking about. You think you're so sneaky, stealing looks at-”

He paused suddenly, going stiff as you heard it too: armored feet closing in. Rex flew off of you as fast as lighting, but you still barely had time to lower your hands into a dignified position before the troopers rounded the corner.

The men instantly saluted when they saw you two, but otherwise paid no mind as they marched by. Still, it was enough for both of you to come to your senses. Rex still looked at you out of the corner of his eye, breathing just a little ragged as you both waited for the group to be out of earshot.

When Rex spoke again, it was low and clear. “My office. Tonight,” the pupils of his eyes were still blown wide as he flicked them downward, to where he had likely felt how soaked you were. “And don’t change out of those.”

“Sir yes sir,” you hummed, because you knew it would make him just as wet as he made you. The shuddering breath he let out told you it took all his willpower not to pin you against that wall again.

The night couldn’t come fast enough.

It was only through years of self-discipline that you were able to get any work done at all, between your mind replaying that scene over and over again. Rex’s body holding you at his mercy, his hot mouth devouring yours, even the thrill of almost getting caught. Above all though, you ached at the brief preview of his thick tight bucking up against your core.

You were glad you hadn’t bothered with changing (as per his orders), because the clean pair of panties would have just been ruined as you turned the memory over in your head again and again.

Getting through your daily reports was the worst part, Rex’s words coming back to you between each line of text you managed to type. Of course, it was almost a blessing, because when Skywalker came by to check on you, you still had a pile of work to groan about: the perfect cover. Everyone would think you were busy working all night, not sneaking off for a secret rendezvous.

And when you finally thought it was late enough to slip away unnoticed, you never flew through reports faster.

The corridors were empty save for the occasional trooper who saluted you, so there were no setbacks when you reached the door of his office.

“Enter,” came his voice after a short pause when you knocked.

When the door slid open, you were greeted with the sight of him sitting at his desk, leaning back in his chair, legs spread wide, and chin resting on his fist. You sealed the door the moment it closed, not taking your eyes off him as it locked.

“Finally,” Rex hummed, a hint of a smirk lifting the corner of his mouth. Then he beckoned you closer with the hand that wasn’t supporting his head, “Come here, cyare. I’ve been thinking about this all day.”

He didn’t have to tell you twice, you made your way across the room, shifting off your first, outer layer of clothing as you went. The garment fell to the floor as he slid his chair back, leaning forward to pull you between his legs.

Rex’s hands were instantly pushing your shirt up, “Take this off, sweetheart, I want to have a nice view.”

A whimper at the combination of his words and hands left you, but you did as told, stripping your top half while he pulled at the belt of your pants. Fingers worked their way across your skin as he slid them down your legs. He had obviously regained his patients in your hours apart, because he took his time sliding his hands over the backs of your legs as he made his way up to your underwear.

Only then did he take his eyes off your body, lifting them to meet your own, right before his hand cupped your pussy. Your head fell back with a moan as he massaged you through the fabric and hummed with approval at the wet state of them.

“You’ve been like this all day, haven't you, mesh’la?”

“Yes,” you breathed, but managed to look back at him again, “that’s what you do to me, Rex, just thinking about you gets me wet.”

Once upon a time, Rex would have turned red at such filthy, bold words, so awkward and unsure of himself, but you two were well past that now.

He proved it when he said, “Oh, I know what you’ve been thinking about, cyare.”

Rex always struck fast when he had a plan in mind, and here with you was no different. He grasped your hips, those big hands of his able to move your body any way he wanted, and he wanted you against him.

An ‘oh!’ of pleasured surprise rang through the room when he pulled you down to straddle his thigh. He didn’t say a word as he shifted you, lining you up perfectly with the ridge of his armor. However, when you tried to rock yourself against him, his hands gripped your hips in warning.

“No. Not yet,” he said and despite the firmness, his tone was gently patient, “You don’t move until I tell you, mesh’la.”

Your skin prickled at the soft command, you loved it when he got like this. “Anything for you, Captain,” you made sure your own voice was delicate, practically a moan of its own.

And oh, did Rex’s smile turn dangerous as he said, “Good girl.”

With that, he kept his eyes on where your still-clothed core met his armor, and started pulling you forward. Pleasure rippled up your body instantly, and he let out a pleased chuckle when you had to reach out to grip his shoulders for support.

“You’re already soaking my leg. Just thinking about this got you so worked up?” Rex let out a little mock of a disapproving noise, then started back in on the sentiment he wanted to say back in that hallway. “You thought you were so sneaky, stealing glances at me like that.”

His hands gripped your hips harder, digging in just enough to leave a faint mark as he kept dragging you forward against the hard length of plastoid, sending pulses of pleasure through your core.

"You don't think I notice, the way you look at my thighs? Is this what you were imagining? Were you thinking about how perfect it might feel, hard between your legs?" He finally looked up from the mess you were making of his armor, eyes locking with yours again, "Tell me how it feels, cyar'ika.”

The answer came out like a needy whimper, “Perfect!” The ridge got higher and more pronounced the further up you went, and it pressed so deliciously against your clit. “Maker, it feels perfect- you feel perfect, Rex!”

He hummed approvingly, then looked back down at his handiwork. Rex heard the sounds you let out as he pulled you higher and higher up his leg, and as always, he was a smart, intuitive man.

“Right here,” he whispered, seating you right at the point where the peak of the armor was highest, digging into your most sensitive spot delightfully. “There we go, perfect.”

That’s when Rex started rocking you back and forth in short motions, making rapid bursts of pleasure coarse through you. He was testing the waters and loving the resulting cries you let out.

“Just the right spot for you, and the perfect view for me,” Rex hummed in approval.

He wasn’t wrong, your bodies were close, but not so flush against each other that he couldn’t see you grinding against him. Unfortunately, that’s when he stopped his rocking motions and let go of your hips.

You didn’t bother hiding your whimper of disapproval, but he only cupped your face lovingly.

“You’ve been a good, patient girl, cyare. Now, I want you to get yourself off. Ride me until you come, understand?”

“Yes- yes, sir.” Your mind was so hazy with need, but, the desire to please your Captain broke through the blissful fog, “but what about you?”

“Me?” he chuckled again as he dropped his hands and leaned back, eyes drinking in your almost naked body, “I told you I wanted a view, and I’m going to enjoy it.”

In that case, you would give him more than a view, you’d give him a show.

Despite still feeling shaky, you managed to let go of his shoulders. Your half-lidded gaze stayed on his as you started trailing your fingertips across your collarbone. The way his tongue darted out to wet his lips as he watched made you smile. Then, just as you started moving your fingers between the valley of your breasts, you rocked your hips forward.

That pleasure burst through you again, making you throw your head back, not caring how graphic you sounded as you took what you had been craving, what you needed.

“Oh no you don’t,” Rex scolded, “keep your eyes on me, mesh’la,” his hand reached down and cupped his codpiece, “want you to look at me while you have your fun.”

You obeyed, whimpering as you rocked back and forth and met his eyes again. Maker, the way he looked at you, hand rubbing himself down while his gaze took in your wandering hands and your thrusting hips, only to dart back up to your eyes again. Since the first night he saw you bare, and all the other heated moments, Rex always looked at you like that. He looked at you as if you were the most intoxicating sight in the galaxy.

That alone made you quiver, but the way your climax was already starting to build had you shaking. You knew your body and knew how to get your end, and as much as you wanted to relish the moment, you weren’t sure you could last long with his hungry gaze watching your every move.

As your lower body pulsed with every rub against his thigh, you cupped your breasts, biting your lip at the added sensation. Pleasure wracked through you on both ends now, and it was hard to keep eye contact with him as you moaned and gasped.

Rex let out a pleased noise at the show you were giving him, “By the force, you look so perfect like this, my perfect girl-” his breath hitched on the last word as his hand continued to work at his cover cock.

You were close now, climbing to the peak, spurred on by him getting off from nothing but the sight of you. Fingers pinched your nipples, as your own thighs clamped on either side of his. Somehow, as your rocking became fast and shallow, you still kept your eyes locked on him, that coil tightening and tight-

“Scream for me, cyar’ika,” Rex growled, “scream my name!”

That’s what did you in, and his name came out a ragged wail when your orgasm ripped through you. It was a whole-body kind of climax, the kind that sent numbing ripples of pleasure all the way to the tips of your fingers and toes.

Rex’s arms were around you in an instant, pulling you against the hard plate of his chest as you shook and heaved your ragged breaths. The armor was cool against your burning skin, and Rex rubbed his hands up and down your back with care.

“That’s my girl, doing as asked, keeping your eyes on me the whole time, making pretty sounds. Now look at you, so spent, you enjoy riding my thigh that much?”

Despite the fact that you knew it was a rhetorical question, you nodded your head against his chest, which made a chuckle vibrate under the armor.

“Well then, we’re going to have to do this again, aren’t we? I liked watching you get off like that, mesh’la. You were stunning.”

“Thank you,” you panted, sounding tired and half dazed, breath fogging up his armor, “thank you for always knowing what I want.”

Rex kissed your temple, then he was pulling your body into the position he wanted again, this time curled up in his lap as his hands wandered where they liked.

“You know giving you what you want, is what I want, cyare. Always.”

As soon as you were able to move without shaking, you were going to give this perfect man anything and everything else he may want.

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