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merlincmgirl · 2 months ago

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Submission - Gregor x FReader - NSFW

Summary: You like it when you're on your knees for Gregor. You like it even more when he's on his knees for you though. You can't wait to see the tension leave him as he devotes all of his attention and focus on making you feel good.

Characters: Gregor, Cody very briefly and mention of Waxer and Boil

Pairing: Gregor x F!Reader

Word Count: 5, 389

Warnings: PinV sex, fingering, oral sex (female receiving), dom reader, sub Gregor, multiple orgasms, lots of praise for my beautiful boy Gregor

Authour's Note: Gregor deserves the world and I could see him being a sub, wanting to make you feel good and wanting to pleasure you for hours.

Gregor was many things. He was loyal, brave, funny, charming and brilliant. He was also irritating. Especially at the moment when he was distracting you from your work. You had a load of LAATies to fix before the next campaign, and you were only on the 2nd one. You had another two to do before they could be signed off and put back in the fleet.

Gregor was apparently keeping you company, but it was difficult to maintain focus when he was determined to drive you to distraction. Currently, he was leaning against the LAAT that you were working on, telling you about his latest mission with Ghost Company.

“And of course, Boil was fuming at Waxer. I thought he looked lovely covered in purple goo” Gregor rolled his eyes, chuckling at his brother’s reaction.

“I thought you said it was pollen from the tree that Waxer was trying to befriend, not sap” you reminded your lover, smile playing on your face at the image he created. You could just imagine how Boil reacted to being sprayed with purple pollen.

“Well, we didn’t know that until all the other flowers started trying to grab at him” Gregor giggled, helping you to your feet when you rolled out from underneath the belly of the ship. He squeezed your hand and watched as you rummaged around to find the tool you needed to connect the panel.

“You would have thought Waxer would have learnt by now not to mess with the local flora and fauna – well at least enough to not give Boil a heart attack each time” you smirked, finally spotting the spanner and welder that you had left out.

“But that’s the fun of it, mesh’la. For us that is, not Boil, he had to go through decontamination procedures” Gregor grinned back, watching as you dropped to your knees and crawled your way back underneath the ship. His eyes followed the tight fit of your overalls as they spread across your behind.

Grunting in acknowledgement of his words, you knelt under the belly of a LAATie, trying to fix up the scrape that had damaged the outer panel. “I can’t wait to be on my knees for you later” Gregor drawled, leaning against the ship’s haul to get a closer look at you.

Gasping, you jumped up at the teasing words before wincing as a loud bang echoed from underneath the ship in the hangar. Cursing loudly as your head connected to the durasteel above it, pain flared across the back of your head. The bump on your head stung and you couldn’t help but groan as you crawled out from where you were fixing the machine.

“Sorry mesh’la, you okay?” he winced, reaching over to you to press against the spot where your head met durasteel. “Hopefully you haven’t dented the LAATie, that’ll be hard to come out” he giggled, running gentle fingers over the developing bump. He at least had the decency to look sorry about causing your injury.

“I’ll be fine” you grumbled, pout already pulling on your face at the ache. “Gregor, you can’t say stuff like that here! Especially when I’m working!” you chide, looking around your work station to see if anyone else had heard.

He grinned playfully, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and opening his mouth to no doubt say something equally as suggestive and twice as loud. You quickly shoved your hand over his mouth, pressing against him.

“Gregor!” you hissed, heat intensifying in your face. You could just imagine how flushed you looked.

However Gregor just chuckled underneath your hand and wrapped his arms around your waist. “Can’t help it cyare, I love it when you blush” he grinned, words coming out muffled and trapping you against his armour.

“You’re a menace! You know that right?” you chuckled, removing your hand over his mouth and gripping onto the edge of his chest plate. “I’ve got to finish these LAATies up before tonight. So I might run a little bit late. Still okay for my quarters?” you asked, eyes hopeful that your busy work schedules wouldn’t get in the way again.

“Of course mesh’la, unless you want to put on a show for my brothers. I don’t mind showing them just how much I worship you” he winked, giggling at the whine you let out at that. He rubbed a soothing hand up your spine, resting on the back of your neck as you looked up to him. “Don’t worry, angel, I’ll be there, just don’t work to death before then” he assured, leaning down to press a quick peck to your lips.

“Captain Gregor!”

You gasped and almost shoved Gregor away from you at the sharp bark that echoed around your little work station. Luckily Gregor regained his balance otherwise he’d have fallen on his ass.

“Commander Cody, sir!” you breathed, staring up at the 212th’s commanding officer. How much had he seen? Was he going to report you? Send Gregor off for re-programming and you out of the GAR and back home to your family?

The commander looked pained as he glanced between you and Gregor before sighing heavily. “Is he bothering you, ma’am?”

“No, of course not, Commander. We were… we… he was just” you stuttered, trying to think of a reason as to why the Clone Commando was pressing his lips to yours with his arms holding you tight against him.

“I was giving her the kiss of life!” Gregor completed, rubbing the back of his neck. Instant regret came over his face at the poor excuse.

Cody couldn’t help the sigh that he forced out and shook his head. “Really vod? The kiss of life? While she’s conscious and standing up. Do I need to send you back to basic first aid?” Cody retorted, raising an eyebrow at his younger brother. Honestly, sometimes he regretted being a big brother. It was too much stress when dealing with their shenanigans.

“We’re really sorry Commander, it won’t happen again! I promise, we won’t let this affect our jobs” you rambled, trying to fill the conversation as much as possible. You didn’t know what you would do if he sent Gregor away.

However, Cody held up a hand to stop you, desperate to get this over with and return to the Bridge to speak with Kenobi. “I don’t care you’re in a relationship. Honestly, I feel for you Y/N, being stuck with my brother. But perhaps be careful about where and when you’re expressing your… affections” Cody advised, sending a pointed look at his brother.

“Hey rude!” Gregor complained, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Truth. Now, Captain, you’re expected at a briefing with Foxtrot Group on the Bridge” Cody informed his Commando.

“Right! Of course sir” he saluted, before turning to face you. “See you tonight, cyare!” Gregor muttered, pressing a quick kiss to your lips before heading off in the direction of the bridge.

You blushed, biting your lip as you turned to face an unimpressed Marshal Commander. He let out a small groan, rubbing his eyes before giving you a quick nod in goodbye before storming off after his vod.

As soon as Commander Cody was out of earshot, you fell back against the hull of the ship, biting your lip and covering your face with your hands. You couldn’t believe that you had been caught by your commanding officer. And that he wasn’t going to punish you for your relationship with one of his men. Giggling softly, you shook your head and returned back to work. Tonight you would question Gregor about what his ori’vod had said after the briefing.

By the time you had finished your work, you were in a terrible mood. It had just been one thing after another, and you had barely had enough time to scoff down some dinner before having to return back to work. Your body ached and all you wanted to do was to fall into Gregor’s arms and relax.

Tapping in your entrance code, you noticed your trooper laying on your bed in just his blacks, reading a holobook on your datapad. Just the sight of him was enough to ease the tension in your body. Your shoulders dropped and you let out a small sigh, finally able to put the working day behind you.

“Hey love” he greeted, sending you a small grin and looking up at you. However his smile dropped from his face as he saw the look on your face. “Long day?” he asked, pushing himself up on the bed.

You kicked off your boots, pushing your overalls down from your shoulders and off your arms, letting it fall to your waist.

“This is a really good show, mesh’la” he teased you, running his heated gaze over you as you stripped off your overalls and kicking them across your room. He chuckled at the way you ducked your head, cheeks flushing slightly at his attention,.

“You’re welcome. Kriff, I swear to the Maker I feel so stiff” you groaned, rubbing at your back.

Gregor got up from the bed and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into him. “You’ve been working too hard, mesh’la. You need help to relax?” he said softly, pressing a kiss to your shoulder and looking up at you with gorgeous, whiskey coloured eyes.

Sighing, you couldn’t help but wrap your arms around his waist, burying yourself into him even more. His warmth soaked into your body, soothing you as you took in his smell. Gregor always could help you relax better than anything. It always seemed that he had a way to turn off the part of your brain that carried your worries and stress. He could switch it off better than you sometimes. “Sounds perfect, babe” you murmured, a small noise of contentment coming out of your mouth as he pressed a small kiss to your neck.

“Gonna make you feel so good, cyar’ika. All you need to do is tell me what you want” he whispered, hands gliding down your sides and to the pants that you wore underneath your overalls. He pressed gentle kisses along your jaw, before finally working his way up to your mouth, landing a kiss to the corner of your lips. “What do you say cyare? How about you give the orders instead of listening to them?” he suggested, a giggle escaping for him as you chuckled.

“You sure know how to treat a girl” you grinned, running your hands through his hair.

“I know how to treat my girl” he corrected, boyish grin lighting up his face. You couldn’t help but cup his cheeks, bringing him towards you into a light and teasing kiss.

“Yes you do, sweetheart” you sighed, before he dropped to his knees in front of you and blew a raspberry onto your belly. Giggling, you playfully pushed his head away from you. “I thought you were going to take care of me” you reminded, running a hand through his beautiful curls.

“Who says I’m not?” he retorted, teasingly running his fingers under the hem of your pants.

“Take them off” you murmured, enjoying the soft touch of him against your skin.

Carefully, Gregor hooked his fingers under your pants and slid them down your legs, his warm breath tickling you as he followed them down. His hands travelled up to the back of your knee, guiding it up so he could tug your pants off. Once they were across the room, he returned to your panties before you tugged on his hair, tutting.

“I didn’t say those just yet, love” you chided, shaking your head at him. “But I’ve been working so hard today, my legs are so sore. They could do with some help from your talented hands, baby” you encouraged, slipping your fingers down his face and cupping his cheek.

“Yes ma’am” he giggled, nuzzling into your hand and placing a kiss on your palm.

Placing his hands on your feet, he used his dexterous fingers to push and massage the tension from your feet, making sure to dig his fingers into the arch of your foot before working them up to the bridge of your feet. You couldn’t help but moan, feeling the pressure escape from you as he worked the tension out of you. Once he was finished with one, he turned to the other foot, giving it the exact same amount of attention.

When he was sure that he had massaged the tension out of your feet, he crawled his fingers up to your calves, paying attention to the way they felt so tense underneath his hands. The warmth of his hands aided his touch as he thoroughly worked at the muscle, letting the strain bleed out of them before he copied his action on your other leg.

“Such a good boy for me, baby” you sighed, closing your eyes and running your fingers through his hair, unable to help the small touch as Gregor focused all of his attention on making you feel good. It was no small feat to be the centre of Gregor’s attention. He could struggle to keep his focus, so the fact that he was so dedicated and determined to do what you told him, to make you feel good and look after you left you almost breathless at the love he had for you.

“Hmm, only for you, cyar’ika. May I kiss you?” he requested, looking up at you from his knees.

The sight nearly had you biting your lip to stifle a groan. He looked so beautiful on his knees for you, ready to do everything you asked of him. “Of course, my love. So polite for asking” you praised, leaning down to give him a gentle kiss before he pulled away.

“Thank you, mesh’la, just want to make you relax. Let you forget about your day” he assured, placing small, delicate kisses on your thigh. He loved seeing you like this, the stretch of your skin had lost the bruises he had left before and he was eager to place some more on your lovely thighs.

Finally his hands joined his mouth, urging your legs to spread a little wider for him so he could lay kisses from the crease of your leg to your inner thigh. Tugging his head closer to you, you couldn’t help but accommodate him, letting him instruct you on this just for this session. Gregor loved marking you, especially on your thighs, and you especially loved to see them in the days after. Sometimes you would even feel them when you walked or just when you were alone in your bunk and would press on them. It reminded you so much of Gregor’s touch that you never wanted them gone.

When he was satisfied that you had enough marks to last you until the next time he could get his mouth on you, he pulled away. A joyful grin was spread over his face as he waited for his next instructions.

“Thank you sweetheart, you’ve made me feel so good. But I think you can do better. Take these off, love. I want to have your mouth on me” you instructed him, guiding his face closer to you.

Gregor moaned, resting his head on your stomach and taking in a deep breath. You weren’t sure if it was to calm himself down or take in your smell. Whatever the reason, he nipped playfully at your hip before pulling your underwear down a lot quicker than he did your trousers.

“Steady, Captain. We’ve got all night” you reminded, feeling your chest warm from how eager he was to touch you. “Help me out of them?” you requested, waiting to see what he would do. Gregor was always a gentleman first and foremost, helping you and supporting you in whatever way you needed. He reminded you of a knight in the fairytales from your childhood.

“Course mesh’la” he smiled, taking your hand in his one hand to steady you, before tapping on your right leg. You lifted it up, and Gregor was careful to hook the material in his long fingers and pull it off from you. The pattern was repeated on the other side until you stood naked in front of your beautiful trooper.

“Good boy, you always take such good care of me” you praised, running your fingers through his curls before leaning forward to place a kiss on the crown of his head. “And you look so kriffing good on your knees. Now you were so eager to use these beautiful lips in front of Cody. Why don’t we put that talented mouth to work?” you suggested, running your thumb across his full bottom lip.

Gregor playfully bit it lightly, delighted at the small giggle you released at that before he kissed your palm. “Yes ma’am” he murmured, pressing a kiss onto your thigh. His hands slid up your legs until he reached your ass, giving it a quick squeeze and puling you closer to him.

The warmth of his breath hit you, and you couldn’t help the small sigh of relief you let out at having him so close to you like this. Gregor always made you feel good and you knew that this time would be no exception. He guided your leg up onto one of his shoulders, opening you up even wider for him. His short groan filled the quiet room as he ran his sharp nose against your inner thigh, he could smell just how turned on and wet you were for him and it was making him feel dizzy that this was all because of him. Pressing a kiss to the crease of your thigh, he smiled at the small gasp that you let out.

“Gregor!” you warned, beginning to get impatient. You wanted his sweet mouth on you now.

Chuckling, he kept his hands on your arse to keep you steady before he quit his teasing. This was a time for you to relax and let go. He could take his time and tease you another night. Curling his tongue over your clit, he began to give little kitten licks to your swollen nub, starting off slow and gentle to build you up. You tasted divine, the best thing Gregor had ever tasted and he couldn’t get enough. His tongue flickered down between your folds, eager to reach your entrance and collect the slick from it’s source. If only he could stay between your legs, he could die a happy man.

“Kriff!” you cursed, fingers tightening around his curls as you pressed against him. As Gregor licked a stripe from your core to your clit, a strangled cry of his name escaped your lips, and you hurried to bite into your hand to keep quiet. You really didn’t need anyone knowing what exactly Gregor was doing to you in here.

“Pretty girl, you taste amazing. Want you to soak my face. Please, mesh’la” he moaned, becoming lost in the taste of you, the smell of you. Everyone of his senses was filled with you and he couldn’t get enough. Sucking your clit into his mouth, he continued to flick and twirl his tongue around the nub as he brought his fingers up to your core.

As he pressed one of his long fingers inside of you, your hips bucked against his mouth. It was a good thing he was strong and holding you up, because your shaking legs would not be able to support you much longer as he took you apart with his mouth and fingers.

“Gregor! Fuck!” you whined, feeling a hint of teeth graze your clit before it was soothed instantly by the drag of his tongue against you. His finger was soon joined by another and they set a truly devastating pace; as they thrust deep inside of you, trying to reach the spongy walls inside of you that would have you clench around his wonderful fingers. Both of your hands were in his hair now, tugging and pulling at him to make sure he stayed exactly where you wanted him.

“Go on, mesh’la, pull my hair” he encouraged, increasing the suction of his mouth as he added another finger.

Unable to help it, you cried out, pulling harshly on the gorgeous strands trapped in between your fingers. Gregor groaned, burying his face into you more. It sent delicious heat curling in your stomach at the feel of those vibrations were felt in your core. God Gregor was going to ruin you, make you forget all about your shitty day.

“Don’t stop!” you growled, as you felt him pull his mouth away from you. If he did, you think you would actually murder him or cry, or both. It felt too good to not have his mouth on your core, stroking the flames of your pleasure higher and higher.

“Never! Want you to ride me, mesh’la. Use my mouth, want you to cum on my face. Please, please let go for me” he begged, before turning his attentions to your pulsing clit. He thrust his fingers faster, twisting them slightly to reach that spot inside of you that had you clenching down hard on him.

“GREGOR!” you cried, your release washing over you suddenly without warning at his words and the way he played with your cunt like the finest orchestra player. Heat flooded you, and you could feel yourself drench his hand as your walls pulsated around his fingers.

He helped you ride out your orgasm, slowly bringing his fingers to a still and giving you one last gentle swipe of his tongue against your clit before he pulled away to trail his mouth down to your entrance, cleaning you up with his tongue and enjoying the sweet noises you released as oversensitivity hit. Grinning, he helped remove your leg from his shoulder, and carefully pulled you down until you was straddling him, resting your heads together as you both tried to calm your breathing.

“Better?” he asked, trailing a hand up and down your spine, trying to release some of the tension he found there.

“Much better” you nodded, ducking your head into his neck and pressing closer to him. As you did, your hips rocked against the bulge his blacks, drawing your attention to it. Reaching down, you couldn’t help but tease him, squeezing and palming at the head of his cock through the material. Gregor let out a small whine, hips bucking and chasing your touch before you pulled away. “Want some help with this?” you offered, a wicked grin lighting up your face at the heavy, lust filled gaze he turned on you.

“I’d be an idiot to say no to that, mesh’la” he snorted, lips pulling into a wide smile as he leaned forward to press his lips to yours. The taste of you mixed with his own sweet taste had you groaning, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and pulling him close. One of his hands ran underneath your shirt, cupping your breast over your chest band. The other curled around your waist, keeping you pressed against him.

With one final flick of your tongue against his own, you pulled away, breathing heavily. “I can’t wait to feel you, baby. I want you to take all this off and go sit on the bed waiting for me” you ordered, gazing down his broad chest and towards where you were perched over his cock. You couldn’t help one teasing buck of your hips before you were getting up.

Gregor grunted, rolling his eyes at your teasing before quickly reaching up to the top of his blacks and stripping it off. He threw it somewhere across the room behind you before he reached for the hem of the bottoms. Catching your eye as you took off your own shirt, he gave you a playful wink and a smirk before he lowered the skin-tight material past his hips and down his incredibly, strong and powerful thighs.

Your mouth pooled at the way his cock bobbed up from his blacks, hitting his stomach and getting pre-cum in the spattering of hair that decorated from his navel to the wiry curls at the base of his cock. Gregor was beautiful, a stunning and intoxicating man that made your thighs clench just thinking about having him inside of you.

“Like what you see?” he teased, jutting his hip out to showcase his pretty cock and the shape of his thighs.

“I didn’t say you could tease me” you huffed, returning back to your chest band.

“Didn’t say I couldn’t, either” he retorted, kicking off the rest of his blacks before sitting on the bed. His eager eyes ran across you as he took in your delightful curves the more it was revealed to him. When you were fully naked, he let out a low whistle and reached out a hand to you.

Flushing even more at his actions, you quickly placed your hand in his, letting him pull you closer towards him. Gregor always made you feel beautiful, even when you didn’t always feel like it yourself. He would whisper soft reassurances and positive confirmations to you when you were curled up in bed together. And if he thought you didn’t believe him, he would start listing all the wonderful things about you that he loved.

“Mesh’la!” he breathed reverently, unable to take his eyes off you as you straddled his lap. His thick thighs spread yours and you could feel the heat on him radiating in between your thighs.

“You’re one to talk. You’re so beautiful, Gregor” you murmured, tracing the scars on his body upwards until you could cup his cheeks, forcing all of his attention on you. When you were satisfied he wasn’t going to pull away, your lips gently massaged his, exploring and showing him how much you loved him and were grateful to him and his words.

Reaching a hand down, you took his hardened length into your grip. He moaned brokenly against your lips, pulling away for a moment to steady himself at the rush of pleasure that simple movement caused. When he was sure he wasn’t going to make an embarrassment of himself, Gregor encased your hand with his own. Not moving you but keeping you entwined together.

“Are you sure about this?” you asked gently, because you didn’t want him doing this if only to follow your instruction. Consent was sexy, and it was something you both ensured before you would go any further.

“Yes” he breathed, eyes sliding closed as you gave a quiet hum of satisfaction. He felt you move your hand slowly up and down his shaft for a few strokes, teasing the head with a small twist before trailing back down again. When you began to raise yourself up on your knees, Gregor’s hand instantly landed on your waist to help you guide his cock inside of you.

As you sank down onto his length, you squeezed his shoulders, soft moans falling from your lips at the stretch of him, even after 3 fingers. It left your breath catching in your throat as he filled you, pressing into you for what seemed forever until your hips met his, unable to take any more of his cock.

“Oh Gregor! You feel amazing, you’re filling me up” you sighed out, awe colouring your voice as you adjusted to his size for a few more moments.

He cursed, eyes opening to see the blissed out expression on your face as your walls squeezed his cock like a vice. How did he get such a beautiful person like you? You loved every part of him, just as he loved you. You had ruined him for anyone else. Which was fine because he would never want anyone else but you.

“Cyare!” he groaned, resting his head on your collarbone. While he waited for you to adjust to him, he peppered your shoulders and neck with kisses, sucking and licking a few marks into your skin here.

Taking a deep breath, you tugged his head up to face you so you could look into his expressive eyes that held so much love and care for you. “Gonna move now, okay? I want to ride you, want to feel you fill me up” you told him, and you watched as his eyes darkened even further at your words.

Nodding quickly, he helped you raise your hips before you brought them back down, an echoing cry from both of you ringing around the room at the feeling of him entering you deeply. You set a slow pace, feeling your inner walls cling tight to his thick length as it speared you open. On every down thrust, you rolled your hips and ground into him, the short wiry hairs around his base tickling your clit.

Gregor panted, letting you set the rhythm and he was happy to follow. One of his hands reached for your perked up nipple, and he captured the other one in his mouth. Fondling and playing with your sensitive breasts as you bounced on his cock.

As his warm, wet mouth descended on your chest, a low moan escaped you, enjoying the feeling of his tongue and mouth on you while you were riding his cock. Even though you hadn’t told him to, Gregor took the initiative and knew that his mouth and fingers could bring you closer and closer to your second release of the night. Sparks of pleasure shot from your nipples down to your core and you ground down harder against him.

Pulling away from your chest with a quiet smack of lips, he looked up at your lust filled eyes, seeing how much you were enjoying riding him and feeling him inside of you. “What do you want, mesh’la? What can I do?” he asked, laying kisses along your neck.

“Touch me… please!” you breathed, taking his hand and guiding it down to where you were joined. You didn’t need to tell him anything else as his fingers began circling your clit, pushing you closer and closer to the edge of your orgasm.

“Fuck! You’re so tight, can feel you shaking around my cock” he growled through gritted teeth, determined to push you over the edge first before he would even think about cumming inside of you.

Your thighs burnt as you rode him faster and harder, chasing the release that you could feel building. Your entrance clung onto his cock, unwilling to let go as you bounced on it. The feel of his fingers playing your bud like a fiddle was making it harder to think and breathe. You just wanted to cum.

With a harsh brush of his thumb over your bud of pleasure, you let out a shout of his name as you clenched around him. Waves and waves of ecstasy washed over you as your release hit with such an intensity it set off Gregor’s own. He growled out your name, hands tightening around you as he gave a few short thrusts deep inside of you before he was coating your walls in white, shooting his load into you.

Collapsing back against the bed, he brought you to lie on his chest, both of you too blissed out and exhausted to move more than that for a while. You buried your head into Gregor’s sweaty chest, breathing heavily and feeling him soften inside of you. He ran his hands up and down your back, fingers tracing patterns along your skin as your heartbeats returned to normal.

The chest underneath you began to shake, and you glanced up enough to see that Gregor was trying to hold in his giggles. Unsuccessfully at that.

“What? What’s so funny?” you wondered, a smile creeping across your face at seeing how happy and joyful your boyfriend was.

He grinned, pushing himself up enough to meet your gaze. “I hope you’re relaxed now mesh’la, although I can’t say the same for my brothers next door. We were a bit loud” he giggled, brushing a strand of your hair away from your sweaty temple.

Wincing, you knew he was right. “It was worth it” you shrugged, leaning into his tender gesture. “I am feeling very relaxed. Mission complete, Captain!” you smirked, saluting him playfully.

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matookahitaki · 1 year ago

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ladykagewaki · 10 months ago

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Clone Baby Bonanza

I was going to do a series of who is your favorite clone baby polls, but it didn't feel quite right. I doodled each of these up for each poll so here's all the babies. Enjoy!

@zaya-mo @chrissywakingup @the-sith-in-the-sky-with-diamond @aintinacage @ladykatakuri @marierg @thecoffeelorian

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freesia-writes · 2 years ago

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What do you think Gregor would be like on a first date, especially with someone who hasn't dated in years and maybe feels a little unsure of themselves?

Awwww yeah, let's go on this one! :D Buckle up, reader -- you're going on a date with our favorite amnesiac! I'm putting them on Pabu (or Santorini, take your pick) just because Gregor deserves a beach vacation after his years on that empty sand planet.

No content warnings. It's frickin adorable. ;) And it totally got away from me so it's 2.5k words...

*insert Gregor giggle*

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You take your hair down again, for the eighth time it seems, letting out a frustrated huff that it seems to be defying your every wish. Glancing at the clock, you feel the anxiety begin to rise, and you make one last attempt at twisting your hair into a half-decent updo. Standing in front of the mirror, you smooth the front of your clothes, studying yourself top to bottom with a critical eye. Why did you agree to this, again? Well, you didn't, you suppose, but you did make the bet, which you lost, and here you are. You cringe as you remember your friend's laughter as he reassured you, "Don't worry -- he's not like the other clones."

Whatever that meant. Either way, it had been ages since you'd been out with anyone, choosing instead to enjoy your quiet life of career, nature, and home. Yet, to spice things up one week, in an impulsive moment of bad judgment, you had taken your friend up on his bet and had wagered a blind date. Deciding this was as good as it's gonna get, you grab your bag and head for the door.

It's a warm, breezy evening, and the enticing smells of a wide variety of dinners being prepared makes your mouth water as you walk through the winding paths of the village. Built on a mountainous island, everything is condensed and vertical, with a seemingly endless maze of walkways and alleys. Your friend made the reservations for the two of you and told you to look for a "guy with eyebrows". You can't possibly fathom this going well, and you realize as you make your way to the restaurant that you're working yourself into a fuss. You reach the doorway and, taking a deep breath, decide to try to let it all go and just see what the night holds. "Try" being the key word.

You enter the restaurant, a rectangular building set on the side the mountain with a bar in the middle, tables scattered throughout, and a balcony along the edge that provided a handful of tables with spectacular views of the houses below, all the way to the water that stretched out into the horizon. You pause in the entryway, scanning the tables for anyone seated alone, and start to feel concerned as you see none. A sudden burst of laughter erupts from the bar, catching your attention.

A man with dark hair, cropped short on the sides but longer and swept back on the top, claps two Pantorans on the back, enjoying a few last chuckles with them, before turning to look around the room. Well son of a Hutt... there's the eyebrows, arched in curiosity. He's a clone, alright, but has an odd way about him. His movements are slightly erratic, and he seemed to be the life of the party a second ago but is now shifting awkwardly on his feet. It's got to be him. You take a deep breath again, and make your way toward him.

"Are you... Gregor?" you ask, once within hearing range, and he whirls to face you so quickly that you're almost startled.

"Depends who's asking!" he says, and a little giggle escapes that seems wildly out of character... well, for any other clone you've met thus far. "But I sure hope you're the one I'm supposed to meet here!" You can't detect any hint of sarcasm or flattery in his voice; it just sounds like a genuine statement. You've been rehearsing a million different scenarios leading up to tonight, anticipating all types of characters, but this one's got you baffled so far.

"Well, if you're Gregor, you're stuck with me!" you say, trying to sound playful but immediately wanting to cringe.

"Lovely!" he claps his hands together, inviting you to the table on the corner of the balcony; it's still relatively early for dinner, so the place isn't too busy, and the tables nearby are empty. But as you get closer to the table, you notice a small bouquet of flowers on one of the place settings, tied neatly with... a napkin?

"Ah, yeah..." Gregor says, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. "I have no idea how all of this is supposed to go, but I saw those on the way here and picked them for you... off people's porches!" He giggles again, and you find yourself relaxing a bit, put at ease by his unapologetic glee. "But I didn't have anything to tie them with, so... I'll cover for you if you want to steal the napkin," he winks.

"That's really sweet," you say with a smile, and he beams back at you, plopping into his seat and scrambling back to his feet just as quickly with a little muttered "oops", instead coming to stand behind your chair, beckoning you to sit and carefully pushing the seat in behind you as you do. Now you're uncomfortable again, feeling suddenly as though you have no idea how to act in these situations after all.

The waiter comes, dressed to the nines, holding a bottle in his hand with a white towel draped over his arm. He holds it out to the two of you, eyes moving slowly from you to Gregor, lips pursed in the snootiest expression you've seen in a while.

"Oh! Yes please!" Gregor says enthusiastically, pushing the two crystal glasses on the table toward the waiter, whose brow drops at such a plebeian reaction. He removes the cork with a flourish (and a little "ooh!" from Gregor), then pours a tiny bit into your glass, straightening up expectantly.

"Aww, no need to be shy!" Gregor chimes in, taking the bottle from him and filling both of your glasses to the absolute brim. "We're good for it!" He grins and gives the waiter a thumbs-up, but the only response he receives is a stifled look of horror as the server slowly hands him a menu. Gregor plunks the bottle down onto the table, taking the menu and opening it excitedly.

You do the same, stifling a chuckle of your own, and try to focus on the food options, but you're distracted by the steady stream of muttering coming from behind your date's menu. Peering over the edge, you see Gregor not only reading the options aloud, but providing quiet commentary on each of them... to himself. You almost want to be critical of it, but it's so endearing that you instead discover a warm and fuzzy feeling growing in your chest.

Snapping his menu shut, Gregor returns his attention to you, catching you by surprise. He smiles, tilting his head and regarding you warmly, "So... eh... tell me about yourself?" he invites sheepishly, saying it more as if he's asking if it's the right thing to say rather than actually asking you.

You find a smile on your own face as you launch into what you hope is a very exciting and thrilling account of your career, interests, and story so far, realizing perhaps a bit too late that you've been going on for a while. You drop off rather quickly, stammering an apology, and his face changes from attentive listening to puzzled confusion.

"Why'd you stop?" he asks, with genuine curiosity.

"I... eh... I was kinda going on and on," you admit.

"Well I loved it all!" Gregor replies, and you are surprised to see that he means it. He opens his mouth to continue when the waiter returns, a distasteful look on his face as though he's just swallowed a Bantha hair when he sees that Gregor has repurposed the bottle into a vase for the small bouquet he brought for you.

"And what will you be having this evening?" the server inquires, turning to you first, and you panic, realizing you hadn't actually finished reading the menu. Surprisingly perceptive, Gregor chimes in, "We'll take two of this, please!" He points to the menu and gives the waiter a cheerful nod, followed by a little wave as the stern little man strolls off toward the kitchen. "I hope I wasn't out of line there," he says to you, eyebrows curving up in an impossibly concerned expression.

It all happened so fast, you're not quite sure what to say, but his authentic consternation is so charming that you can't find anything but reassurance, "No! I'm not normally one for surprises, but I guess we'll see if you have good taste!" You've impressed yourself with your witty response, and you smile with a bit more confidence now.

"Excellent, excellent..." Gregor muses, raising his eyebrows and lowering his chin a tiny bit, "I hope you like womp rat stew!"

"What?" you say in shock, unable to fathom that they'd serve something like that here... or, well, anywhere... but your dismay is short-lived as Gregor bursts out into another giggle. You're unable to suppress a grin, and you give him a look of mock sternness.

"Oh, excuse me," he says in response, putting his hands up in surrender, "I'm forgetting my manners." He returns his hands to the table, looking up at you from those expressive eyebrows, and invites you to continue your story from where you left off.

The food comes, empty plates go, and the two of you find yourself lost in conversation. He listens eagerly to your stories, asking questions and seeming to delight in every last detail. You finish your glasses, feeling warm and rummy with bellies full of food and brains sparkling with the slight influence of drink. The conversation turns to him, finally, and you are highly curious to hear what has brought him to this point.

"Ahh, that's quite a story," he says, shaking his head, "but I believe our time here is up!" He stands, beckoning you to join him, and you feel anxious immediately. Did you talk too much about yourself? Was he calling it, just like that? You thought you'd been having a great time, laughing and chatting, so this was an abrupt surprise.

Speechless, you follow him to the doorway of the restaurant, and he offers you an arm, which you take, feeling slightly reassured at the gentlemanly gesture. Without asking, he begins walking, guiding the two of you along a myriad of paths toward the water, talking about a few local birds that he apparently found hilarious. It takes you far too long to realize that he's not walking you home, and you kick yourself for getting all paranoid for nothing.

"So," Gregor says, strolling with ease next to you, "I was a Clone Commando for the Republic..." and he proceeds to tell a nearly-unbelievable account of war, defeat, death-defying survival, amnesia, remembrance, and explosions. You feel shocked that he let you talk for so long when he's got a story like this, and you share as much, earning another one of those little chuckles that you're coming to enjoy quite a lot.

"Well, that's what got me here, but it's definitely not who I am now," he says, still smiling but voice taking on a somber tone. "I mean, my voice wasn't the only thing changed in the explosion; I took a pretty hard hit to the head, you know. So sometimes I get a bit... forgetful." His bouncy composure has softened a bit, revealing perhaps a bit of shame?

You turn your head to look at him more fully, temporarily stopping the leisurely stroll, and discover an expression on his face that moves you to the core. His animated eyebrows have settled low across his brown eyes, which are downcast to the ground in front of you, and his lips are together in a firm line. You feel compelled to speak, though wildly unprepared.

"Well... Who are you now?" you ask, almost cringing again as it comes out. It sounded better in your head, and you begin to try to come up with something better, but he looks at you with a gaze that takes the words right out of your mouth.

"I... I don't really know," he says, with a chuckle that seems more reflexive than intentional. "I guess I'm kind of starting over, in a way." He is suddenly pensive, eyebrows working overtime with all the thoughts rushing through his mind, and you feel another warm rush in your chest at his unguarded truthfulness.

"For what it's worth," you say, feeling emboldened, "I think you're delightful." You hope it's encouraging, because you struggle to wrap your mind around what his existence must be like, but it's also honest, you realize -- you've completely let your guard down and have been thoroughly enjoying your time together.

He smiles, dropping his eyes with a bashfulness that makes you want to squeeze him, and squeezes your hand against his side with the arm you've been holding onto. "I might say the same about you!" he answers, a bit of his playful spark returning, and the two of you continue down the last cobblestoned staircase to the water.

The sun has set and the sky is glowing with a tranquil twilight. Pink and blue hues cast everything in a dreamy glow, and Gregor leads you to a large piece of driftwood, sitting in the middle of it and patting you a seat next to him. You join him, leaving a good few inches between you, and enjoy the warm sea breeze in silence for a moment.

He shifts awkwardly, moving his hands from his lap to the log behind him, then back to his knees, then folding them together. He finally sits up, turning to you, and holds your gaze as he slowly folds one arm in toward himself like some kind of weird praying mantis before extending it out behind you. "Eh?" he says, hovering his arm over your back, one eyebrow arched and a closed-mouth grin on his face.

You smile, scooting closer to him and nestling up against his side, and he takes that as a yes, wrapping his arm around your shoulders with the most endearing little "ha!" you've yet heard. He runs his other hand through his hair, gazing off into the distance as though he's conquered the world. He continues to surprise you with his quiet contemplation, content to simply enjoy the beauty without any need for words and also without it feeling awkward in the slightest.

The cold fog starts to roll in, so he walks you home with your hand snugly tucked into the crook of his arm. The chatter is lighthearted, playful, calm... You feel more relaxed and delighted than you have in as long as you can remember. As you approach your door, a bright blue that contrasts the white arched stucco all around, he gently unfolds his arm and takes your hand in his, lifting it to his lips to place the most tender kiss on the back of it.

"I... ah... I hope we can do this again," he admits, eyes large and eager. "And again, and again..." he laughs.

"I would love that."

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Author's Note: Did I just fall in love with Gregor?!

Just might have.

Thanks a lot, @drafthorsemath ;) <3 <3 <3

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cloneloverrrrr · 1 year ago

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Our boys 😍🥵🙌🏻🩶

#clone thot #commander wolffe #commando gregor #captain rex #tcw fanfic

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nahoney22 · 2 years ago

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Hi! Your writing makes my giddy. It looks like requests are open, so if you wouldn’t mind, how about the Bad Batch (maybe plus Rex and Gregor) and if they had a significant other who is muscular, just totally jacked. SFW and gender neutral, please. Even if you don’t write it, I wish you happy days!

Strong Significant Other

𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙

All Bad Batch Boys + Rex and Gregor X GN!Reader

As the request asks ♥️

Warnings: none, mentions of muscular gender neutral reader. Fluff and a little mention of competitiveness.

Masterlist

A/N: thank you for the kind words and sorry for the wait! They’re a little short as my mind doesn’t like to work atm 😒 but enjoy ♥️

Echo 💪

Echo didn’t think much of it first. Obviously he saw how well-built you were especially around the arm area but it wasn’t until he witnessed you carry two heavy crates with weaponary that made his skin tingle excitedly.

He was in awe and before you got in a relationship he would admire your strength in silent admiration. He is not at all threatened that you are probably stronger than him as he adores you all the same.

Tech 💪

Tech acknowledges your strength almost immediately and sees it as a tactical tool for missions in the future. However, when things start to form between the two of you he treats you no different.

Don’t be shocked if he asks for your hand in replacement of Wrecker when it comes to heavy repairs on his ship as he loves speaking to you of them all. And at the same time, you can help rip out ship components he needs whilst you listen to him babble about whatever he desires.

Wrecker💪

Obsessed. In both a good and bad way.

When you first joined the squad he had a horrible feeling he was going to be replaced when he saw how defined your muscles were. He stayed silent for once and watched your strength in action on the battle field but when he discovers you’re not as strong as he is, he’s a little smug.

There was slight competitiveness when it came between the two of you which he started (of course) by asking if you could lift this or watch him lift that and so on. But, you mutually bonded because of it! His pride in his muscles is still at the top and he really likes having a strong partner too. It makes gym a lot more exciting too.

Hunter💪

When he first laid his eyes on the muscles in your calves and thighs, his head nearly explodes. You had both been dating for a while but for some reason it has only taken a few months to fully notice how jacked you were… and he loves it!

You were both sparring and he was a little surprised when you knocked him on his rear a good few too many times that he had reached out to grab your leg to pull you down but instead grabbed shear muscle.

“Oh, wow! Work out much?” He chuckles warmly to which you shrug playfully.

“Just a bit.”

Crosshair 💪

Now this guy is a little more complicated. He acts unbothered by your strength and defined features but he is a little jealous. He knew he was always on the leaner and slim side - still muscular but clearly not as much as you were.

He always had a snappy remark about anyone he meets but with you? No. He is in awe and when he’s scoping ahead and keeping targets off your back, he sometimes gets distracted when he sees you rip a clankers head clean off without as much as a grunt. He would smirk and nod his head approvingly. “That’s my cyare.”

Rex 💪

Truthfully, Rex did not notice how jacked you were until one day he is walking by one of the gyms on Kamino when he spots you through the window, lifting weights that he knew he definitely could not lift himself. His eyes widen in quiet surprise and he observed you for a moment too long because when you caught him staring, his cheeks caught aflame and he scampers off as if he was on a man on an important mission. But, he was very impressed with what he saw.

When the two of you get together eventually, you like to tease him about that day you caught him gawping at you to which he only replies; ‘can you blame me? You looked incredible’.

Gregor 💪

This handsome man is strictly infatuated with your body. Not only your face but your physique would send his mind whirling and sometimes he would act like an excitable pup when he sees you do something impressive.

Although he can do a lot of stuff himself, he would be his cheeky self and ask if you could ‘lift’ something for him but that’s just to see you at work and admire your strength.

He always reminds you on how lucky, amazed and bewildered by how incredible you look. On your low days, he is always there to give you lots of love and attention and would offer a massage if you’re ever feeling tense. To be fair, this man could not take his eyes and hands off of you.

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