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I’m always here for Gregor smut!!

All Lost Time

Pairing: Gregor x fem!Reader

Words: 9,547

Tags/Warnings: 18+ only! established relationship, fluff, a little hurt/comfort, smut, oral (f recieving), fingering, face sitting, unprotected sex, pinv, nipple play, multiple orgasms, edging, overstimulation, oral fixation?, marriage and kids talk but no pregnancy kink, Gregor is very chatty during sex but I think we all knew that, and he is head over heels obsessed with reader as he should be

Summary: After months away, Gregor is finally coming home to you. And he's made it his mission to make up for every second you've been apart.

A/N: I blame @cyaretra for this!! This is my first time writing Gregor so be nice to me okay thanks

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It’s silly, you think, that Gregor still makes you feel this way.

You’ve been together for nearly a year now, but every time you see him, the flutter in your stomach and the way your heart starts pounding are as strong as the first time he smiled at you and asked if you wanted to get dinner.

It was an instant attraction. And at first, you couldn’t understand why. You were a communications officer embedded in the Republic Navy, hopping ships month to month, and it wasn’t like you hadn’t been surrounded by clones day in and day out since the war began. You thought yourself immune to their good looks, their charming smiles, and their boyish humor.

But there was something different about Gregor. His eyes lit up when he talked. He had a sense of humor. He had a story. And when the stolen frigate he was on showed up out of the blue in the middle of a battle and fired a full salvo at the Separatist flagship, well...you were smitten. You couldn’t help but find his antics amusing, endearing, and downright attractive.

He asked you out the second time you saw him. The third time, you kissed him.

The fourth, well, things got a little out of control.

Now, standing here in your apartment, counting down the seconds until he arrives, you can hardly believe how quickly the last year has gone by. How, in spite of the constant threat of danger, and the never-ending war, and the fact that you rarely have the time to see each other, he’s still the person you want to spend your time with.

The one who makes you laugh, even in the darkest hours. The one who makes you want to fight just a little bit harder. The one you can call, no matter how late it is, just to hear the sound of his voice.

And the one who can make you feel this excited, this giddy, this happy, just by walking through the door.

The second you hear the soft beep that means someone has punched in the code to your apartment, your heart leaps. You take a deep breath, trying to calm yourself. It doesn't work.

Your heart jumps again when the door slides open.

Gregor steps inside, carrying a duffel bag over his shoulder and looking a bit sheepish. He gives you a shy grin.

You stand there, just staring at him, unsure what to do, afraid that the moment you move, he'll vanish like a mirage.

"Hi," he says softly.

"Hi."

There's a pause. A long one.

And then a huge grin spreads across his face, and a second later, the bag hits the floor with a thud. Gregor crosses the room in two quick strides, sweeping you into his arms. You let out a little yelp of surprise, and he laughs as he peppers your neck and face with kisses.

You can't help but laugh along with him, even as you tell him to stop. You try to wriggle free, but his hold on you is firm. Your squirming only makes him squeeze you tighter, his arms around your waist, his lips traveling up your neck and making you shudder.

"Stop, stop," you say, still laughing.

"Why?" he asks, his mouth pressed against your jaw. "I missed you."

"I can tell," you reply, and you tilt your head to give him better access. "Missed you too"

You wrap your arms around his shoulders and run your fingers through his hair. It's longer than the last time you saw him, and he groans appreciatively as you gently scratch his scalp. His kisses turn softer, more reverent, and a warm feeling spreads throughout your entire body.

"Welcome home," you whisper, and his hands move to your hips, pulling you closer.

"I could get used to hearing that," he murmurs.

He moves down to your neck again, and the warm feeling intensifies, turning into heat, burning hotter and hotter with each passing second. His fingers trail up the side of your ribs, leaving goosebumps in their wake. They come to rest on the bare skin of your lower back, and when his thumb begins tracing gentle circles, a soft moan escapes your throat.

You know that if you let this continue, you'll never get out of this entryway, but right now, you're not sure you care. All you know is that his hands and his lips are setting your skin on fire, and all you want is to feel him everywhere.

"Did you... have a good trip?" you ask, gasping a little as his teeth scrape over your skin.

"Mm-hmm," he mumbles. His lips find the spot under your ear and stay there. You squirm in his arms, but only because it's ticklish, not because you want him to stop.

"How was Felucia?" you ask, breathless.

"Fine." He sucks at the pulse point on your neck, and you whimper, tightening your grip on him. "I got to fire a few blasters, kick a few droids, save the day. The usual."

"So... you're... all in one piece?"

He pauses, pulls back a little, and looks down at you. His grin turns mischievous.

"What do you think?"

You bite your lip. Your hand trails down his chest and stomach, feeling the hard muscles beneath his shirt. You look back up at him, batting your lashes innocently before your hand slips lower. He catches his breath as you cup him through his pants, stroking lightly.

"You feel like one piece to me."

Gregor's mouth covers yours, and he kisses you deeply, his tongue teasing your bottom lip until you open your mouth and let him in. You're barely aware of him steering you toward the wall. It isn't until your back hits the cold, smooth metal that you realize how dizzy you are, how hot and needy you've gotten from nothing more than a few touches and his kisses.

He pins your hands above your head, and you feel the pressure of his thigh between your legs. You moan, arching up, and he moves against you, grinding slowly. His mouth leaves yours and moves to your throat, and you tilt your head back and close your eyes, letting him have his way with you.

"I've thought about doing this the entire trip home," he murmurs, his hands leaving yours. One of them finds your waist, holding you steady as he moves his leg back and forth. The other slips under your shirt, fingers splaying across the skin of your stomach. He pushes the fabric up, baring your chest. You gasp, shuddering, as the air cools your hot skin.

"You have?"

"Oh yeah." His mouth moves down, his lips closing around the tip of one breast, his tongue flicking out. "Had plenty of time to think."

You thread your fingers through his hair and hold him to you. He sucks and bites at you, sending sharp pangs of pleasure and pain through your body. Your hips rock against him, searching for relief.

"You don't think that's a little... unhealthy?" you ask. He chuckles, and the sound vibrates against your sensitive flesh. He lets go with a wet pop, and his lips ghost across the valley of your breasts and onto the other one. You shiver and press into him.

"Not at all."

You moan as his tongue slides along your skin, lapping and circling. He sucks, harder and harder, until the pressure is almost too much to bear. You cry out, and he stops, pressing a gentle kiss over the bruise that's already forming. He looks up at you, his pupils blown, his smile wicked.

"You know what I miss most when I'm away?" he asks, his words a whisper against your skin. His thumb circles your nipple, and you suck in a breath, squirming.

"What?"

"This," Gregor says. He presses a kiss to the top of your breast before his hand moves south, cupping you through your pants. "And this." He slips his fingers inside your waistband, finding the edge of your underwear. "And definitely this."

His thick fingers push under the thin cotton fabric and stroke through the slickness. He finds your clit and rubs, slowly and gently, and it takes everything in you not to fall apart right there.

"Mmmm," you moan. "That's a lot to miss."

He teases you a little, his fingers sliding lower, finding your opening and thrusting once, shallowly. You whimper, your legs trembling.

"Well," he replies, sliding one finger inside you, "it's a good thing I've got plenty of time to make up for it."

Your breath catches in your throat as his finger strokes the place deep inside you that makes you shudder and shake. He's got the perfect rhythm, and just the right amount of pressure. You close your eyes and tip your head back, arching against the wall as your mouth parts and little, high-pitched noises of pleasure escape.

"So beautiful," Gregor murmurs, his lips brushing against your neck. "So soft and warm. Like a little ray of sunshine in my otherwise miserable existence."

"Stop," you whisper, though it's the last thing you want him to do.

"Stop what?" he asks. "Stop calling you beautiful? I don't think so."

"But—"

"Oh, yes you are," he cuts you off.

Gregor takes a step back, removing his hand. You whimper at the loss, and he gives you a smile before dropping to his knees in front of you, looking up at you with an expression that can only be described as worshipful.

"In fact," he says, pulling your pants down, "let me show you how beautiful I think you are."

You have to bite your lip to keep from moaning. Gregor has a way of making you feel things that no one ever has before, and his words alone are enough to bring you to the edge. But when he looks at you like that, and when he speaks to you the way he does, all husky and low, it's hard not to let go.

As if he knows this, his eyes lock with yours, and his mouth curls into a smirk.

"I think I'd better take a closer look," he says, and his tongue slips out, tracing along his lower lip.

He grabs hold of your waistband and pulls, and your pants and underwear slide down your legs. You lift one foot, and then the other, stepping out of them, and he tosses them aside. He kisses the inside of your knee, and then slowly moves up, kissing his way along the sensitive skin of your inner thigh. Your legs tremble. Your hands shake.

He reaches the top of your leg, and then stops.

"Gregor?"

"I could stay here forever, you know," he says, pressing another kiss to the inside of your thigh. "It's my favorite place in the entire galaxy. So soft. So perfect."

You're about to protest, but before you can, he spreads your folds with his fingers. Your words come out as a cry, and your hands fly to his hair, clutching his head and pulling him closer.

“And this,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your clit, sending a jolt of electricity through you. Your knees buckle. Gregor steadies you, his laugh hot against your skin. "You know, it's really unfair that I don't get to do this nearly often enough."

"You do just fine," you breathe, "when you're here."

"Just fine isn't good enough," he replies. He leans in again, flicking his tongue over your clit. You gasp and arch toward him, and his arms slide around your waist, holding you tight against his face. "You deserve more than just fine.”

You have a feeling he's talking about more than just this, but before you can ask him, his mouth covers you, and any words that were going to come out turn into a long, drawn-out moan.

You close your eyes and tilt your head back, getting lost in the sensation of his tongue moving against you, licking, sucking, teasing. One of his hands finds yours and laces your fingers together, holding tight, grounding you, and reminding you that no matter where you are, no matter what else is going on in the galaxy, this is real. This is where you are. This is the only thing that matters.

Gregor's free hand moves to your thigh. He urges you to part your legs further, and you oblige, leaning back against the wall and sinking lower, letting him lift your leg and place it over his shoulder. His tongue laps at your entrance, teasing, and then moves higher, circling your clit again and again.

You gasp. Your toes curl. Heat builds between your legs, and every movement of his tongue makes you shiver and tremble. Gregor knows exactly how to play your body. He's mapped every inch of you. He knows the right amount of pressure, the exact movement that will send you careening over the edge.

And it makes it all the more frustrating that he seems determined to keep you hanging on, never quite pushing you over the cliff.

"Gregor, please," you moan.

"Please what, sunshine?" he asks with a laugh, and you whimper as his lips brush your clit.

"Don't make me say it," you whisper, heat creeping up your neck and into your cheeks.

"Oh, no, no, no," he replies, shaking his head. "You're not getting off that easy. I want to hear it."

You groan and drop your head forward, looking down at him. His eyes are bright, his smile is wicked, and his fingers are teasing your slit, not quite going in, but just enough to send a jolt of pleasure through you.

"I want you," you whisper, trying not to whine. "I want you to make me come. Please."

"Your wish," Gregor murmurs, his voice low and rough, "is my command."

His tongue finds your clit and stays there, stroking, teasing, flicking. His fingers slip inside you, first one, then two, and curl, stroking the spot deep inside that makes you scream.

The heat between your legs builds and builds until it becomes unbearable, until your thighs are shaking and your vision is blurring. You can't breathe, can't speak, all you can do is clutch his hand and moan, louder and louder as the pleasure swells.

"Yes," he whispers, his lips and his breath and his voice sending a cascade of shudders through your body.

Finally, his mouth covers your clit, and he sucks hard, his fingers thrusting deeper.

You come apart. Your body goes taut, your head tilts back, and a cry escapes from deep in your throat. Your orgasm rips through you, wave after wave, and you cling to Gregor's hand as if he's the only thing keeping you from being swept away.

He keeps going even after the spasms stop, and soon, you're building up to another peak. The intensity is too much, and you try to pull his head away, gasping his name. He doesn't stop. He holds you tighter and doubles his efforts, his tongue lapping and his fingers pumping.

"Oh, no," he says, holding fast. "I'm not done yet. I still have plenty more to make up for."

"Please," you moan, though whether it's because you can't stand any more or because you don't want him to stop is anyone's guess.

"I think..." Gregor murmurs, his fingers curling inside you. You buck against his hand, moaning loudly. "I think I might have to do this a few more times. Maybe all night."

His mouth covers you again, and you close your eyes, giving in to the sensations. Your whole body is trembling, every nerve is singing, and the pleasure is so intense, so overwhelming, that it almost hurts.

He takes you higher and higher until the heat and the need are unbearable. Little moans and noises escape him, and the way his tongue and lips move faster and faster against you let you know that he's just as excited by this as you are. He's just as aroused by giving you pleasure as you are by receiving it. And the thought that he gets so much enjoyment from this, and from knowing that he can make you feel this way, is what finally pushes you over the edge.

You scream, and your entire body shakes and spasms. Your nails dig into his hand, and he holds tight, letting you ride out the pleasure until the tremors finally subside and you collapse, boneless, against the wall.

Gregor's fingers slip out of you, and his mouth goes slack, letting go of your clit. He gently lowers your leg and stands, wrapping his arms around you, holding you close as the aftershocks make your body shudder and twitch.

"There," he murmurs, planting a soft kiss to the top of your head. "Much better."

You giggle, breathless.

"Oh, yeah?"

"Definitely," he says. He pulls back, just a bit, and cups your chin in his hand. His thumb runs along your lower lip, and you open your mouth, letting it slide in. He groans as your tongue flicks across his skin, his forehead falling forward and resting against yours. "That's one night's worth of missed opportunities. And there are... a lot of nights to make up for."

You grin, letting go of his thumb.

"Well, then, I suppose we'd better get started," you reply. Your hands move to his belt, fingers dancing across the cold metal. You look up at him through lowered lashes, biting your lip. "My turn?"

Gregor grabs your wrists, pulling them away. You whimper.

"No," he replies. He gathers your wrists in one hand, and the other lifts to stroke your cheek, his eyes darkening. "Tonight, I want to make love to my girlfriend. The way I've been wanting to the entire trip home. And that means I get to be the one taking care of you."

"Oh, come on, Gregor," you say, pouting. "Let me make you feel good too."

"Nope," he says. He steps back and starts pulling off his shirt. "This is a night of self-indulgence, and that means I'm going to take my time and do everything I've been fantasizing about doing since the last time I saw you."

"Is that right?" you hum, raising an eyebrow. You start to push off the wall, but his hand stops you, his palm flat against your chest. He shakes his head.

"Nuh-uh," he replies.

You groan. "Gregor, that's not fair."

He laughs and tosses his shirt aside, reaching for the buckle of his belt.

"It's plenty fair. I've been on Felucia for months, fighting hordes of vicious battle droids and trying not to die." He pulls the belt from his pants and tosses it aside. "It's been a stressful couple of weeks, and I think I've earned the chance to do whatever the hell I want."

"And what is it that you want?" you ask, crossing your arms.

He pauses, and his expression changes. His eyes darken, the black of his pupils swallowing the brown, and his grin fades. He looks at you like he wants nothing more than to devour you, and it sends a wave of heat over you so powerful you feel your knees weaken.

"Go get on the bed," he growls, "and I'll show you."

And oh, there's the tone that makes your heart beat faster and your stomach do flips. The tone that lets you know that, tonight, it's not just about the physical, but something so much deeper, and a thousand times more intimate.

You hesitate, and he takes a step forward, his eyes narrowing.

"I said..."

"Yes, sir."

Gregor grins, and his eyes light up.

"There's my girl," he murmurs.

You can't help the smile that comes to your face, or the way you blush and bite your lip, and Gregor's grin grows wider. He grabs your cheek, squishing them slightly as he pulls you in for a kiss, soft and gentle and sweet.

"Go," he says when he pulls away.

You nod.

He kisses you again, and then lets go. Gregor's hands find your hips, and he gives you a little shove forward, making you yelp and giggle. You hurry down the hall toward your bedroom, stripping off the rest of your clothes as you walk. Every step feels like you're walking through a haze, a dream, something surreal and wonderful.

By the time you reach the bed, you're naked. You throw yourself down and bounce a little on the mattress, feeling giddy. The bed is made, as always, but you grab the blankets and fling them back, creating a messy, rumpled mess that would ordinarily drive you crazy.

It's a few minutes before Gregor comes into the room, but when he does, the sight of him makes your heart leap.

He's still wearing his pants, but his feet are bare, and his shirt is gone, leaving his muscular torso completely exposed. There's a thin sheen of sweat on his skin, clinging to the thick lines of muscle and dark hairs that cover him. You can see the lines of a few fresh scars, and some older ones, but the thing that really gets you is the look on his face. He's trying to keep himself in check, to remain calm and controlled, but there's something behind his eyes that makes it obvious he's fighting to keep from jumping on top of you.

"So, how do you want me?" you ask, trying to keep the tremble from your voice.

Gregor walks slowly toward the bed, his hands behind his back. His eyes roam over your body, and his gaze burns hotter than a solar flare. His lips are parted, and his breathing is a little uneven, and the fact that this man, who has seen so many terrible things, and experienced so much death and destruction, has no trouble being completely undone by you, is intoxicating.

"Gregor?"

He takes a deep breath. His gaze meets yours, and his lips curl into a grin.

"Perfect," he says, smiling softly. "Exactly like that."

You're blushing furiously now, and the desire burning in his eyes is making it hard for you to catch your breath.

Gregor approaches the bed, his gaze never leaving yours. You can see the outline of his erection through his pants, and your fingers itch to grab hold of him, to stroke and tease and make him feel the way he made you feel. But as soon as you sit up and reach for him, he pushes your hands away and straddles you, pinning your arms at your sides. He leans down and kisses you, his tongue slipping past your lips and exploring your mouth.

"Tonight," he whispers, pulling back, "it's my turn to do all the work."

"I don't mind working," you say, arching your hips against his. He gasps and then chuckles.

"Next time," he replies. He plants a soft kiss to the end of your nose and presses his forehead to yours. "Next time, I'll let you do whatever you want. Tonight, it's just about me taking care of my girl."

"What if I don't want to be taken care of?"

"Hm..." Gregor hums, pretending to think. "Tough."

His lips meet yours again, and his kiss is hard, demanding. Your hands struggle against his grip, wanting to touch him, and when he finally lets go, they fly to his face, cupping his cheeks and pulling him closer. Your mouths open and tongues tangle, and he shifts, settling himself between your legs.

You wrap your arms around his shoulders and arch up, trying to press your body against his. But he resists, keeping himself hovering over you, denying you the friction and pressure you desperately want. You can feel him through his pants, so close, but it's not enough, and you squirm, whimpering into his mouth.

"Not so fast, beautiful," Gregor says.

"You're teasing me."

"Yes," he replies, sliding a hand down between your legs. "Yes, I am."

"Gregor—"

He shushes you, slipping two fingers inside your entrance, and all other thoughts leave your mind.

His fingers curl and stroke, and you buck against his hand, whimpering. He knows your body almost as well as you do. He can bring you to the edge faster and with more intensity than you can yourself. And the fact that he's doing it without even touching your clit is driving you insane.

"How are we doing, sunshine?" Gregor asks, and the smugness in his voice making it obvious he already knows the answer.

"So... so good," you manage, biting your lip.

"Just good?" he teases, slowing his pace. You squirm, trying to get his fingers deeper, but he holds back. "Are you sure there isn't something more I can do to improve the experience?"

"Oh, stars, please, Gregor, please."

"That's what I thought."

His thumb brushes your clit, and a jolt of pleasure shoots through you. Your eyes fly open as you grab his shoulders, trying to pull him closer. He resists, and you moan in frustration.

"Gregor, please," you say again.

"Please what?"

"Touch me," you reply. "Kiss me. Make me come. Just, please, don't make me wait any longer."

"All in good time, my love," he murmurs. He kisses the base of your throat, sucking lightly at the spot just above your collarbone that makes you shiver and moan. "All in good time."

You bite your lip and hold on to his shoulders, waiting for him to continue. He kisses his way down your neck, pausing every so often to suck and bite and lick. Each touch sends little jolts of electricity through your body, making you hot and needy.

By the time he reaches the valley between your breasts, his fingers are moving deeper inside you, and the slow, steady strokes of his thumb against your clit are nudging you closer to the edge again. You arch your back, pressing your breasts closer to him, begging him to move his mouth lower. But instead of doing what you want, he turns his head and bites your nipple, sending a shockwave of pain and pleasure through your body.

"You are so beautiful," he whispers. He presses a kiss to the top of your breast, his tongue swirling over to soothe the sting. You cry out, arching up, and he laughs. "Every part of you."

His fingers curl inside you, stroking the spot deep inside, and your head tilts back. The pressure and the heat building between your legs are almost unbearable, and the only thing keeping you grounded is his free hand, stroking your hip and the crease where your thigh meets your body. He moves his thumb from your clit, and you whine in frustration.

"Look at me," he says, and when you glance down, his eyes lock with yours. They're dark and serious, the same way they were when he ordered you onto the bed. But now, the look on his face is full of affection and adoration, and it makes your heart melt.

"Do you know what I think about when I'm out there?" Gregor asks, his fingers still moving, and it takes everything in you to stay focused. "When I'm fighting those droids, and the shooting stops, and everything goes quiet?"

"W-what?"

"I think about this," he replies. "I think about coming home. About getting to be with you. About getting to make love to you. About getting to hold you, and kiss you, and taste you, and touch you."

"Oh, stars," you whisper, his words sending a fresh wave of heat over your skin. You arch up again, trying to press closer, and he chuckles.

"I think about how lucky I am," he says, leaning down and brushing his lips against yours. His hand fists in the sheets beside your head while the other continues to move, slow and steady, deep and intense. "I think about how much I love you."

"Gregor..."

You feel the tears stinging the backs of your eyes, and you pull him closer, kissing him deeply, your tongue sliding past his lips and meeting his. His thumb brushes your clit, and you let out a high-pitched whimper, your whole body going stiff.

"I love you," he murmurs against your lips. "And I will never get tired of showing you how much."

You cling to him, unable to speak, and he kisses you again, long and slow and sweet. He kisses his way down your chest, stopping to lavish attention on your breasts, sucking and nipping and swirling his tongue. He moves lower, and lower, kissing his way across your stomach and down your thigh.

"So beautiful," he whispers, pressing his lips to the spot right above your knee.

He lifts your leg, hooking it over his shoulder, and turns his head, kissing the sensitive skin on the inside of your thigh.

"I used to be afraid I'd forget," he says, his voice low and hoarse. His fingers curl inside you, and he kisses higher, closer, and closer. "You know. That my memory would go again, and I wouldn't remember you. Or us. Or the way it felt to be here with you."

You swallow hard. "Oh, Gregor, please, don't..."

"But it didn't," he says. He's still moving his fingers, slowly, almost lazily, and the sensation is driving you crazy. You rock your hips against him, trying to get him to go faster, but he stays in control, keeping his movements steady. "It didn't go. Because no matter what, no matter where I am, no matter how bad things get, you're the one thing that never left me."

"Good," you say, gasping. "Because I never want to leave."

Gregor kisses the inside of your thigh again, and then presses his face to the place where it meets your hip.

"I wish I could keep you with me," he murmurs, nuzzling and nipping and licking. "Everywhere I go, everywhere I am, all I want is you."

You feel the heat building between your legs, and the pleasure coiling deep inside. It's slow and intense, and the longer he goes on, the more desperate you get. You want to reach for him, to clutch at him, to pull him closer, but you're afraid of breaking his spell. He seems to be in a trance, his mouth moving over your skin as if he can't stop.

And if it means being this close, having him this near, having him this intimate, this passionate, this whole, then you will gladly let him do whatever he wants.

"I don't ever want to lose this," he says, kissing his way up the opposite thigh.

"You won't," you promise. "Never."

Gregor moves back to the spot on the inside of your thigh, biting down harder, sucking, licking. Your breath hitches as you feel the delicate veins burst, the skin bruising under his teeth. A few days, and it will fade, but for now, it will be a mark of his love, a reminder that you belong to him. That he belongs to you.

He pulls his mouth away and presses his face to your hip again. He's still stroking his fingers, slow and deep, and it's starting to become too much. It's becoming hard to think. Hard to breathe. You arch against him, but he keeps his rhythm, holding you down with the weight of his body.

“I want to stay like this forever," he says, kissing the space right below your navel. “Stars, sunshine, I want to devour every inch of you. Want to spend a week, a month, a year with my face between your legs, because that's the only place in the universe where I'm actually happy."

"Gregor—“

"I could live there, you know," he cuts you off. "Forever. Wouldn't even mind. Just you and me and a big bed and nothing else."

"But no food," you reply breathlessly, unable to resist the joke, your eyes squeezed shut.

"Don't need it."

"You'd get hungry."

"For you." He kisses his way back down the other thigh, leaving a trail of tiny bruises behind. "Nothing but you."

"Fuck, Gregor," you gasp as he sucks at the crease of your leg and your pelvis, his fingers still stroking, his other hand tightening its grip on the sheets.

"I love it here," he murmurs, his breath hot and humid against your skin. "Love the way you smell, and taste, and the noises you make when I kiss you here..." He trails off, and his tongue finds your slit.

You cry out, arching against him, and he pushes his face between your legs, lapping at the wetness.

"Oh, Gregor," you moan, grabbing his hair, pulling him closer. You can feel him grinning against you, and his laughter makes your toes curl.

His tongue moves in long, lazy strokes, and his fingers are still going, in and out, curling and twisting. You're panting, writhing beneath him, the heat creeping up your legs toward your core, and he holds firm, his mouth and his hands continuing their work.

"Gregor, please," you whisper, and he lifts his head.

"Please what?"

"Let me touch you."

"No."

He presses his lips to the place above your clit, sucking gently, and you whimper.

"Please."

"No," he says. "You don't need to touch me."

"But I want to," you protest.

"And I want to touch you."

You groan and let your head fall back, and he goes back to his task, his tongue finding your clit, licking and lapping, and his fingers speeding up, thrusting deep.

Your orgasm is building slowly, the heat and the tension growing more and more, and your entire body is trembling. Tears build in the corner of your eyes, your legs are shaking, and your toes are curling. You feel as if you're standing on the edge of a cliff, ready to fall. All you need is one more push, one more movement, and the wave will crest and the pleasure will spill over.

"Gregor, please, I can't," you whimper, your hand fisting tighter in his hair. He moans against you, and the sound reverberates through your body, sending a new wave of shudders over your skin. "Don't stop, please, don't stop, please..."

He doesn't say a word, but his hand grips your thigh tighter, and his fingers keep their steady pace, in and out, curving and stroking. His tongue dances along the length of your slit, teasing and licking, and finally, when you're sure you can't take any more, his lips cover your clit, and his tongue presses against it, circling slowly.

You break.

Your back arches, your toes curl, and a cry rips from your throat. White-hot pleasure floods your senses, and you grab the sheets, gripping them tight. The spasms spread from between your legs up your thighs, through your stomach, to your chest, and down your arms. Your thighs clamp down hard around his head, and he laughs, his breath warm against your wet skin.

"Yes," Gregor murmurs, his voice hoarse, and he grunts as you squeeze his head tighter. His hand grips your leg, holding fast. He continues his movements, slower now, letting the pleasure build and then fall, and his free hand slides up, finding your own and lacing his fingers through yours. Your hips rock, following his pace, and he doesn't stop until the aftershocks fade and you lie there, boneless, panting, and covered in a thin sheen of sweat.

You lie there, unable to move, unable to think. Your thighs fall open, releasing their grip on him, and Gregor kisses the inside of one leg and then the other, letting his lips linger before sitting up and stretching. You watch him through hooded eyes, a lazy smile playing across your lips.

"Wow," Gregor says, licking his lips. “That was a good one."

"Mmm," is all you can manage. You try to sit up, but your arms are still shaking, so you let yourself flop back down. Your hands reach blindly for him, and he laughs, catching one and pressing a kiss to the palm.

"Oh, no," he says. "Not yet."

"But you didn't—"

"Not yet," he repeats, his smile turning wicked.

He leans down, kissing you softly, and then moves off the bed. His hands find the waistband of his pants and slides them down, revealing the bulge of his cock, thick and heavy, straining against the fabric of his briefs. The sight of his erection makes your mouth water, and you reach for him again, but he shakes his head.

"Not. Yet."

You groan, frustrated, but Gregor just laughs. He drops his pants and steps out of them, his thumbs hooking in his underwear, pushing them down, and his erection springs free. His cock bobs, hard and red and dripping, and you bite your lip, waiting.

“How many more do you have in you?” he asks as his hand closes around his length and strokes slowly. He groans, his head tilting back, and your stomach tightens at the sound.

You blink hard, your brow furrowing. "How many what?"

"Orgasms," he replies, his hand still moving. Your eyes follow the movement, mesmerized by the way his palm and fingers wrap around his girth, the head appearing and disappearing through the ring of his thumb and forefinger. "How many more can you handle?"

"Um... I..."

You can't form words. Your brain feels fuzzy, and all you can focus on is the desire that's burning through your veins. Gregor's cock twitches, and a bead of pre-cum drips down the shaft. Your tongue darts out, wetting your lips, and his grin grows wider.

"Come on," he says. "Give me an answer. Four? Five? More?"

"Maybe three," you reply, still distracted by the movement of his hand.

"Three sounds good," he says, and the way his voice drops, low and rough, sends a shiver down your spine. "I can do three. Now..."

He lets go of his cock and crawls back onto the bed. You grab for him, but he bats your hand away, shaking his head.

"No, not like that," he says.

"Then... how?"

Gregor lies down, stretching his arms above his head, and you frown.

"What are you—"

"Come sit on my face."

Your jaw drops. Your eyes go wide.

"You're kidding."

"Nope," he replies. He grins, his gaze dropping lower, to where you're still wet and throbbing. He pats his shoulder. "Hop on."

"What? Why?"

"Because I said so."

"That's not an answer."

"Because I want you to ride my face until I've made up for the last three months," he replies, and his voice is low and thick, sending another shudder through you. "Now get over here."

You stare at him for a moment, stunned, and then slowly move, straddling him. You hover over him, your knees on either side of his shoulders, and his arms wrap around your thighs, holding you fast as you position yourself over his face. You feel a little ridiculous, but Gregor doesn't seem to mind. He simply grins up at you, and then, without any warning, his mouth covers you.

You cry out at the feeling of his mouth on your oversensitive flesh. It's almost too much, and the first swipe of his tongue has your legs trembling. But he's insistent, his hands tightening around your thighs, holding you in place as his mouth and tongue go to work.

"Gregor—"

He moans, and the vibrations travel through you, making your thighs tremble. You lean forward, bracing yourself on the wall, and his tongue darts out, swirling and swirling.

You let out a whimper. You're still sensitive, still coming down from the four orgasms he's already given you, and your body feels boneless and limp. But the way he's working, the way his mouth and tongue are moving against you, makes it hard to keep your thoughts straight.

You lean forward, resting your head against the wall, and your breathing becomes heavier and heavier. Your hips roll against him, and his hands grip your thighs, pulling you closer, keeping his face buried between your legs. You glance down to see his eyes are closed, his brows drawn together as he works, and the sight of him so focused, so intent, so hungry, sends a new wave of heat through you.

It's too much, but not enough. It's overwhelming, and yet, somehow, you want more. You need more. The heat is building in your belly, and you know it won't be long before you're right back where you were before, and yet, the intensity is a little frightening. He's not even touching you, not really, and the thought of what might happen if he does has you terrified.

"Gregor, please," you moan, reaching for him, but he shakes his head, not breaking his stride. His tongue swirls around and around, and the heat coils, tight and hot and unbearable. "I can't. I can't. Please, stop, it's too much."

He pulls back, and you gasp in relief.

"Do you really want me to stop?" he asks, panting. His lips are slick with your juices, and his chin is shining. His pupils are blown, his cheeks are flushed, and his hair is mussed. He's a complete wreck, and you've never seen anything sexier in your life. "Do you really want me to let you go?"

"No," you gasp, swallowing hard.

"Do you really want me to stop making up for all the nights I've been gone?"

"No."

"Good."

He grabs your hips and pulls you back down, his mouth covering you once again. You moan and squirm, your hand flying to the back of his head, fingers fisting in his hair. He hums his approval, and the vibrations make you gasp and buck against him.

"Oh, yes," you whimper, rolling your hips. You can feel his stubble rasping against the soft skin of your inner thighs, and his nose nudges the place just above your clit, making you squirm. "Please, don't stop."

He doesn't respond, but his hands slide up to cup your ass, squeezing gently as his tongue moves faster. You brace yourself on the wall and the headboard, grinding your hips against him, and he groans. You can hear him panting, can feel his chest rising and falling beneath your knees, and his eyes are squeezed shut, his brows drawn together.

The heat and the tension build, and soon, you're right on the edge again. He doesn’t keep you there this time, though. Instead, he takes you higher and higher, pushing you closer and closer, until you feel like you might explode. And when you think it can't get any better, he reaches up and slides his fingers inside you, pumping and curling.

Your entire body goes rigid, and a loud, long moan escapes your lips.

"Stars, yes," Gregor groans.

He keeps going, faster and harder, and you come, gasping and shuddering. He doesn't stop, just keeps moving, his tongue and his fingers bringing you to another peak before you've even finished the first. You're screaming, begging, and the world starts to go fuzzy. All you can feel is the pressure, the heat, the intensity, and all you can see is his face, buried between your legs.

By the time you peel yourself off him, Gregor is a mess. His face is covered in your slick, and his lips are red and swollen, his hair sticking to his forehead. He's breathing hard, and his chest is heaving, and when you manage to lift your head and meet his gaze, you can't help the giggle that escapes your throat.

"You look like a mess," you say.

"I'm not the only one," he replies, and the huskiness of his voice sends a shiver down your spine.

"I don't think I can do any more," you tell him.

"Sure you can," Gregor says, and he slides his hand up to rest on the small of your back. His fingers stroke the damp skin, and the heat and the electricity are still there, just below the surface. "Just give me a minute, and we'll try again."

"We will?" you ask, biting your lip.

He nods, grinning, and reaches up to wipe his face. His fingers find their way into his mouth, sucking and licking them clean. The sight of his lips wrapped around his fingers makes you shiver, and when he finishes, he lets out a satisfied sigh.

"Yeah," he replies. "We will."

"And what if I can't?"

"I think you can," he says. His hand moves lower, grabbing the base of your ass, and his fingers dig into the soft flesh, massaging and kneading.

"Oh," you breathe. "Okay. Um... how?"

"Just relax," Gregor replies. His hand squeezes tighter, and his thumb strokes the soft skin, sending a tingle through you. "Relax, and let me take care of you."

You nod and close your eyes, letting the feeling wash over you. He continues to rub, his movements slow and soothing, and you can feel the tension leaving your body. You’re boneless and liquid, and every time he touches you, a little shockwave travels up your spine, making you shudder.

He maneuvers you easily, flipping you over onto your back and pushing your legs apart. He settles between them, and his mouth finds yours, kissing you deeply.

You can taste yourself on him, and the sensation is enough to make you gasp and writhe. You're still sensitive and overstimulated, and every touch of his skin against yours is almost unbearable. You clutch at his shoulders, pulling him closer, and his lips leave yours, trailing kisses across your jaw and down your neck.

"Still alive?" Gregor asks, pulling back just enough to look at you.

"Barely."

He grins and kisses you again. His cock is pressed between your legs, hot and throbbing, and he grinds against you, moaning softly. The feeling of his shaft rubbing against your slick skin is intoxicating, and the desire begins to build again.

He's moving slower this time, his hands stroking and teasing, and he seems intent on touching every inch of you, making sure not a single part of you is neglected. He's everywhere, kissing and nipping, his fingers exploring and massaging. You cling to him, your hands roaming over his broad, muscular shoulders, his chest, and the thick muscles of his arms. Your nails dig into his skin, leaving scratches and welts, and the noises he makes send a wave of heat over you.

Gregor shifts, and the tip of his cock finds your entrance.

"You want more?" he asks. "Or are you done?"

"More," you whisper, clutching his shoulders, pulling him closer. "Please, I want to feel you."

"Are you sure?" he murmurs, though it's obvious that's what he wants, too.

"Positive."

He captures your lips in another heated kiss before he pushes your hand away and positions himself at your entrance. He teases a little, rubbing the head of his cock through your folds, coating himself in your wetness.

"Because I can keep doing this," he says, "and just come like this. On you."

"Gregor, please," you groan, frustrated, and he laughs.

"Okay, okay," he says, and he shifts his hips, pressing forward, and he enters you.

The sensation of him stretching and filling you is exquisite, and you let out a long, low moan, wrapping your legs around his waist. He groans and pushes deeper, burying his face in the crook of your neck. His stubble scratches at the sensitive skin, and his teeth find the place where your neck and shoulder meet, sucking hard as he starts to move.

His pace is slow and steady, and his lips and teeth are on your neck, leaving bruises, marking you, claiming you. You wrap your arms and legs around him, pulling him closer, deeper, and he groans, his hand fisting in your hair.

"Stars, I've missed you," Gregor murmurs, his voice muffled against your skin.

"I've missed you, too," you reply, arching up, meeting him thrust for thrust.

"Never going this long again," he continues, his voice ragged. "Can't stand it."

"Me neither."

He kisses his way up your neck and along your jaw, finally finding your mouth. You kiss him, long and deep, and his hand leaves your hair, moving to the side of your face, cupping your cheek. He's being gentle now, the urgency and desperation replaced by tenderness and love. You kiss him harder, clinging to him, and he moans, thrusting deep until his pelvis is flush against yours.

"I love you," you whisper, and Gregor lets out a soft sigh.

"Love you, too, sunshine," he replies. "Love you more than anything."

You close your eyes and hold him close, relishing the feeling of his body on top of yours. You're hot and sticky, and you can taste the sweat on his skin. You're tired, and spent, and a little sore. But it feels so good to have him here, inside you, with nothing between you. Nothing except love. And that's enough.

"Tell me again," Gregor whispers, his hand slipping between your bodies. His thumb finds your clit and strokes slowly, and you arch, whimpering. "Tell me again."

"I love you."

He groans, burying his face in your neck again, and his pace picks up, his fingers circling your clit faster. You wrap your arms around him, clinging tight. The pleasure builds slowly, but it's there, and it's getting stronger with every thrust.

"Again."

"I love you, Gregor."

A tiny gasp escapes him, and he pulls back, looking down at you. His eyes are bright, and he's smiling, his hair damp with sweat. You reach up, cupping his cheek, and he turns his head, kissing the center of your palm.

"Good?” you ask.

"So good," he murmurs. "Too good."

"Too good?"

"Yeah," Gregor says, his laugh shaky, and his head drops down, his forehead touching yours. "If I had known it would be this good, I'd have run away from the GAR as soon as I found you and never looked back."

"You wouldn't," you reply, smiling and running a hand over his hair.

"For you?" he asks. "Absolutely. Just ask. I'd walk across the galaxy if you wanted. Take on the whole kriffing Separatist army. Slay a dragon. Whatever you want."

"You don't need to slay a dragon for me, Gregor," you say with a laugh.

"Fine. A dragon, a rancor, a Dathomirian devil-bat. Whatever. You name it, and I'll do it."

"Gregor."

"I'm serious, sunshine." His pace is speeding up, his thrusts getting deeper, and the pressure of his thumb is getting harder. You moan and arch, and he grins, nuzzling his nose against yours. "Whatever you want, whenever you want it. Just say the word."

"Gregor," you breathe, gasping as his hand slips down, finding the spot behind your knee and urging your leg up. "I don't need anything but you."

He smiles, the look on his face one of pure adoration, and it makes your heart skip a beat.

"Oh, sunshine," he says, leaning down and kissing you softly. "I am going to marry the hell out of you."

The words surprise you. It's not the first time he's said it, but each time feels like a little thrill. A reminder that, even though your life is full of uncertainty and danger, you have someone who loves you, and would do anything to keep you safe, and would never leave you. It's a promise that, someday, all of this will be over, and you'll have a home and a family and a place in the world, together.

"Is that a promise?" you ask, unable to keep from smiling.

"Damn right it is."

He kisses you again, deeper, harder, and his hand finds yours, lacing his fingers through yours and pressing your palms together. You clutch his hand and close your eyes, lost in the moment, the heat and the desire and the pleasure coiling tighter and tighter.

Gregor's breath is coming faster now, his thrusts a little rougher, and the way his hand is moving between your legs is sending sparks of electricity through you. He's so close, and you can feel him starting to lose control. You cling to him, wrapping your arms and legs around him and holding tight, and he buries his face in your neck. His hips start to move erratically, the sounds he's making driving you wild.

"We'll get married. As soon as the war's over. Or before, if you want,” he mutters into your skin. "Have a whole bunch of kids. Be a real family."

"Yes," you agree, gasping, the pressure between your legs building to an almost unbearable point. "A huge family. Enough kids to start our own squad."

"Stars, yes," he murmurs, his teeth nipping at the base of your throat. “Lots of kids. And lots of grandkids. And I'll be there for all of it. And we'll be happy and safe. And... oh, fuck, sunshine, I'm not gonna last much longer."

"Neither am I."

He groans, and his hand moves faster, stroking you harder, and the spasms are so close. You're right on the edge, and when Gregor pulls back, looking down at you and giving you that soft smile, it sends you careening over.

You come with a scream, clutching his hand and pulling him closer. The tremors rip through you, and he follows, crying out your name as his body goes rigid and his hips jerk and stutter. His release spills into you, hot and thick, and you shudder, riding out the waves of pleasure. Your eyes squeeze shut as you feel him grind deeper, his hips pressing hard against yours, and he lets out a low moan as his cock twitches and pulses inside you.

Finally, the spasms stop, and the two of you collapse, breathing hard, clinging to each other. You lie like that for a long time, holding him close, enjoying the feeling of his body pressed against yours, the aftershocks making you tremble and shake.

The muscles in your stomach and thighs are burning, and Gregor's weight on top of you is a little uncomfortable, but it feels good, and you don't want him to go anywhere. You never do. You wish you could stay like this forever. Just the two of you, safe and sound and far, far away from the rest of the galaxy.

"Wow," you murmur.

"Yeah," he agrees with a sigh.

You're quiet for a moment, and then, Gregor lifts his head.

"One more?" he asks, his eyes hopeful.

You laugh and shake your head, pushing his hair back off his forehead. He grins, and you cup his cheeks, pulling him down and kissing him gently.

“Maybe after dinner,” you say, and Gregor laughs.

"Fair enough."

He leans down, pressing a kiss to the space between your breasts, and then rolls onto his side, pulling you against him and kissing the top of your head. You snuggle against him, resting your head on his chest and listening to the sound of his heart beating. The feeling of being in his arms, safe and loved, is better than any orgasm, and you feel yourself relaxing, drifting toward sleep.

You're nearly there when he speaks again.

"What do you think? Is a spring wedding okay with you?"

"Hmm?" you hum, forcing your eyes open and looking up at him.

"For our wedding. It's my favorite time of year,” he replies, tracing his fingers lightly across your back. "When everything comes back to life. And I think you'd look really good in a flower crown."

You chuckle and press a kiss to his shoulder. Your lips trail across the scar there, and his arms tighten around you, squeezing a little.

"Sure, Gregor. A spring wedding sounds wonderful."

"Oh, good," he says. "And maybe, if we can talk Cody into taking a few days off, we can have him marry us."

“Does he have the authority to do that?”

"I think so. I've never asked him, but it doesn't hurt to check. If not, I bet General Kenobi would do it. He likes you. Plus, it would be a nice gesture to show him that we appreciate all he's done for us."

"Okay, yeah," you grin. "We can ask them."

"Perfect," he says, his hand traveling up your back and over your neck, and his fingers tangle in your hair. He tilts your head back, and kisses you softly. "I can't wait."

"Neither can I."

Gregor grins, and he pulls back, resting his head on the pillow and closing his eyes. You settle in next to him, and a wave of peace washes over you. For the first time in three months, you're completely at ease.

All the fear, the worry, the anxiety that's been weighing on your shoulders is gone, and in its place is a sense of rightness and contentment. It's like everything has clicked into place. Like you've been floating, lost in a storm, and the anchor has finally hit the ground, holding fast.

It's not the perfect ending. But it's close. And it's what you've needed.

"I love you, Gregor," you whisper.

He doesn't answer. His chest is rising and falling steadily, and his face is relaxed. You smile and press a kiss to his chest.

It's just as well. There will be plenty of time to tell him.

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zoeykallus · 11 months ago

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hai!!! how are you doing? i saw ur doing requests again soon... and i wanted to request a tbb something ^^

how would they react to their s/o like. BITING THEM. not full on CHOMP! duh. but a little soft nibble anywhere(jaw, cheek, neck, hand, nose, YOU GET THE POINT)... like the same way you would bite when giving a hickey or biting an earlobe. cuz holy moly i need to bite the FLIP out of these guys.

thank you and i hope you're doing well :D

Aloha! Interesting Question 😁

The Bad Batch x Reader HCs - That Little Bite

Warnings: Mostly Fluff/ Partly Suggestive

Masterlist

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

Hunter

If you suddenly nibble his ear while he is cuddling, you will certainly not hear any complaints from him. In fact, it doesn't matter where you're gently nibbling, you'll hear Hunter humming contentedly. The next moment, you have at least one of his arms wrapped around you and are pressed close to his body.

He's crazy about your every touch anyway, and the more sensual and closer, the better. Small bites and nibbles are actually a good way to get his motor running if you're in the mood for more.

In any case, Hunter is a big fan and not shy when it comes to returning the gesture.

Echo

At first, he may be perplexed and keep completely still. Echo is trying to make sense of what is happening, but shortly afterwards you hear a soft laugh coming from his mouth.

“Am I that appetizing?” he teases you.

An approving coo from you and more small, gentle bites make him melt away. Whatever jokes may have occurred to him a moment ago are quickly gone again.

Don't be surprised if he sighs and shivers under your teasing touches, he enjoys every second.

Wrecker

He giggles, surprised, perhaps a little startled at first, but quite taken with the very sensual touch.

“Didn't you get enough to eat today?” he asks you teasingly.

Cling to him and keep nibbling, the jokes will soon be forgotten. His strong arms will pull you closer to him and a little later you will hear pleasurable sounds coming from his mouth.

As he gives in, he says softly, “Go ahead, make me your feast”

Tech

Your gentle nibble triggers a very abrupt, unexpected reaction. Tech jumps up and stares at you with wide eyes from behind his lenses.

“What's wrong?” you ask gently.

Tech clears his throat, pushes his goggles up the bridge of his nose with his index finger and seems to collect himself before answering in his trademark matter-of-fact tone.

“I'm confused. At the moment, I'm trying to categorize your actions on my body, which are new to me. Are these touches of an erotic nature? Do you just want to cuddle? Or should I perhaps be worried about a previously hidden tendency towards cannibalism?”

Disguising and suppressing the impulse to laugh with a cough, you finally answer, “Well, I'd say the first two options are true to a certain extent”

A small sigh of relief crosses his lips, then a smile twitches at the corners of his mouth before he lies back down with you and says, “I'm not averse to that. Go on if you like”

Crosshair

You hear a coo coming from his throat, a satisfied grin on his face. Crosshair is a connoisseur, especially when it comes to physical contact between the two of you. You certainly won't hear any complaints from him.

He lolls around like a cat, snuggled up to you, his long fingers trailing under the fabric of your clothes. Physical contact between you is like a balm for him.

But he doesn't just take, he's also only too happy to give. Don't be surprised if you suddenly find yourself lying under him, his teeth gently grazing your neck or nibbling teasingly on your earlobe. Basically, he's interested in just about every sensual touch in your relationship.

Don't hold back, you won't regret it.

Little Bonus

Gregor

He giggles his adorable giggle.

“Pretty daring today, I like that,” he says, quite taken with it.

Expect him to want a nibble too and very likely to leave a tender mark or two. Gregor is sensual and playful. Such moments often end in you rolling around in the sheets.

But it doesn't necessarily have to end like that, Gregor is also a cuddly bear and his strong arms are a great place to rest and recharge your batteries.

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pxstelmxsings · 3 months ago

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He is rough around the edges. He'll snap and lash out when stressed or scared, or maybe he goes cold and distant. There is a wall reaching the heavens around him. You might not understand why that wall is there, but you respect that it exists. Emotional and mental walls do not happen over night after all.

Walls so tall come from countless nights of fear, of pain.

However there is a secret gateway past his walls, one that only a few selective souls have the key to. The holders of that key are the children in his life. No matter what they have his attention and care. There is a level of protection that radiates from so deep within him that you can feel across the room.

At first he is his normal self to everyone, but you notice slight differences. There is no over looking the way his normally gruff voice grows softer around the kids. He'll kneel down to their levels to show them respect when speaking. Every single little gift the kids give to him he keeps in a box hidden away under his bed.

Once everyone in the group notices, they all know no child shall ever be hurt under his watchful eye.

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୨୧ Naruto: Obito, Kisame,

⁀➴ TWD: Daryl

ᯓᡣ SDV: Marlon

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ Fire Emblem: Xander, Gregor, Jaffar

♡ APH: Germany, Russia

ᥫ᭡ JJK: Nanami

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inkbitten · 6 months ago

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gregor and meursault helping out a low-stamina reader who’s drained and tired from a long day of work perchance… (get well soon! thought i’d leave something ahead of time for you later when you are doing better)

GREGOR AND MEURSAULT WITH A READER WHO'S DRAINED.

GREGOR has always been one of your kinder coworkers. perhaps it's the ex—soldier in him, but he understands how draining a job where you must bare witness to constant blood and gore can change you in the long run.

he implores you to accompany him when you're tired and burned out. he lends you an ear as you vent about the job; how vergilius constantly withholds information, how don quixote gets you in trouble in the pursuit of justice, how you never really even wanted to join limbus company to begin with.

you finish up your rant with teary eyes, and gregor extends a hand to gently brush a droplet away when it threatens to fall down your cheek.

“ aah, that was a lot, wasn't it? ” he asks, hand moving to firmly grasp your shoulder to offer further comforts. ” come on, let's have a cup of cocoa. the warmth'll get you back to yourself. ”

MEURSAULT notices the way your eyelids droop, how your shoulders begin to slouch. his eyebrows crease with worriments. is it alright for him to wish to comfort you? he isn't entirely accustomed to acting by his own wishes.

his comforts are brief. he gently brushes against you in passing like a cat, offering one soft glance over his shoulder as he walks by. another day, he cooks you breakfast. it's a hearty meal—— eggs, sausage, bacon.. by the end of it, you feel refreshed and renewed.

” that was so good! ” you merrily compliment, much to meursault's joy.

“ i'm glad, ” he calmly replies, posture perked as he clears the table of your dishes. “ ..the next time you need me, i will also be here. ”

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vodika-vibes · 7 months ago

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Hello, love your stories and I saw the alpha fic you wrote recently. It’s funny that someone asked something similar to what I was thinking for Gregor. I’ve never requested a story before but here goes. Would you write a sweet (spicy if you’d like) story about Gregors recovery and the person who helped him. It doesn’t necessarily have to be a nurse. Maybe it can be someone he meets as he’s recovering someone who he learns some cooking tips from. I dunno cover all the bases if you like or not ?

Thank you .

I'm Still Here

Summary: A large part of you dreads the day that Gregor regains his memory and he leaves. You’re not stupid. Or blind. You know he’s a clone. You know he’s going to leave. But for now, you don’t have to share him with the galaxy, and that will have to be enough.

Pairing: Captain Gregor x F!Reader

Word Count: 1611

Warnings: None

A/N: I'm not sure I managed to fill this the way that you asked, but I hope you like it anyway!

“I don’t think I’m doing this right,”

You stop kneading the dough that you’re working on to look over your shoulder at the man standing at the counter on the other side of your kitchen, “What’s wrong?”

Gregor glances at you and makes a face, “I don’t think this soup is supposed to be so runny.”

You release a thoughtful hum and set the dough back in the bowl to rise for a couple more hours, and then you wipe your hands on the rag hanging from your belt.

“Well, it does need to simmer for the rest of the afternoon,” You point out as you walk over to him and duck under his arm to peek into the pot, “It should thicken as it simmers.”

“Should?”

“Don’t worry so much, Gregor. You’re doing great!” You beam up at him, and you watch, amused, as color spreads across his cheeks and he averts his gaze. You almost want to coo at him, but you don’t actually want to embarrass him so you restrain yourself.

“I just don’t want to ruin this,” He says, “They’re your family.”

“They’re going to think you’re great, Gregor. Just like I do.”

“I don’t think most people in the galaxy are as kind as you are,” He counters dryly.

“Nonsense, people are inherently good.”

You can feel Gregor staring at you, and then you squeak in surprise when his strong arm slides around your shoulders, tugging you back against his chest, “That hasn’t been my experience.” He replies, and his arm tightens, “I worry about you, you know that?”

“How so?”

“People are going to take advantage of you. You’re too nice.”

You twist in his embrace and grin up at him, “Good thing I have you here to be mean for me.”

He laughs and releases you so he can set the lid on the pot, and you absently turn the heat down a little. Gregor’s smile is warm and focused on you, and it makes you feel a little warm.

But then, you’ve been crushing on him since the day you met him. You’d be more surprised if his smile didn’t make you feel like this.

“So, are we all set?” Gregor asks.

“Um…” You run down your mental checklist, and then you nod, “Yep. All set. Soup is cooking, dough is rising, veggies are marinating, and you’re here! All that’s left is to put everything together and wait for my parents to arrive.”

He pushes his hand through his hair, “What if they hate me?”

“Then they can go and eat dinner somewhere else.” You reply loftily as if it doesn’t matter. In truth, it’s hit or miss on whether they’ll like Gregor or not. Your father has always hated the people you introduced to him, and your mother would always go along with what he did.

And him being a clone won’t even have anything to do with why they’d hate him.

Your parents have always been funny about controlling the people you surround yourself with.

Needless to say, you had a very lonely childhood.

“That easy?” Gregor asks, pulling you from your thoughts.

“That easy.” You agree, and then you grin at him, “And you remembered the whole recipe on your own.”

He looks surprised for a moment, and then a bright smile crosses his face, “Yeah. I did, didn’t I?”

“That’s a huge step, Gregor!”

The brain injury he sustained, somehow, messed with his memory pretty badly. He’s been working on it for months now, and his doctor suggested that cooking might be a way to help his rehab.

Honestly, you thought that his doctor was a quack, but since it seems to be helping, you’re beginning to reevaluate your opinion of him.

Though, you still think that not telling him that he’s a Clone is a shitty thing to do to someone. Surely Gregor deserves to know that he has an army of brothers out there?

But, even thinking that, you still haven’t told him.

Oh, you’ve come close a time or two. But when he learns the truth, he’ll leave.

And he’s the only friend you’ve ever had.

You’re pulled from your spiraling thoughts at the sound of your comm ringing. You reach into your pocket to grab it, only it’s not there. Quickly, you scan the kitchen and then step into your living room.

Your comm is sitting on the table in front of the holo, and it’s still ringing.

You grab the comm and press it to your ear, and the person on the other end speaks before you’re even able to say hello. “It’s about time you answered.”

“I—”

“Not important. Listen, your father and I aren’t going to make it to dinner.”

“You—” Once again, you’re cut off.

“To be honest, darling, we don’t want to come. Also, we’re moving to Alderaan.”

“Wait—”

“We’re leaving in an hour, and you know how much I hate long goodbyes. Alright! Good talk! Bye, darling!” And then she hangs up.

You try calling her back, but she clearly turned her comm off after getting off the call with you.

A heavy sigh falls from your lips, and you drop your comm back on the table.

“Well, that was a conversation.” Gregor says from the doorway to the kitchen, “Everything alright?”

“...my parents aren’t coming.”

“Oh. I’m sorry.”

You shake your head, “No, it’s…” Your shoulders slump, “It’s fine. I shouldn’t have expected them to come in the first place.”

“They’re your parents. It’s alright to expect them to want to know the people in your life.” He flashes an awkward smile at you, “Besides, it’s not like I have any family that I know of.”

His words were like a punch to the gut, and you try to swallow your guilt, but this time you can’t.

“I…Gregor…”

“Yeah? What’s wrong?”

“You do have family.”

He blinks at you, “What?”

“I just…I…” You grab your datapad and pull open a recent article surrounding the clone army, and you pass it to him, “You’re a Clone, Gregor. I knew it as soon as I saw you.”

He scans the article, and then scrolls to look at the picture at the top of the article, “Why didn’t you say anything?”

“You’re doctor—” You pause and then you close your eyes and sigh, “No, that’s an easy answer. The truth is, you’re the only friend I have and I knew that if you knew that you had family you’d leave. I was being…selfish. As per usual.”

Gregor is quiet for a moment, “Do you know where my armor is?”

“I don’t,” You admit honestly, “I wasn’t the one who found you. No one knows who found you.”

He frowns at you for a moment and then turns on his heel. You hear your front door open, and then the sound of the door clicking shut behind him. You fall back on your couch and bury your face in your hands.

You can’t even be mad about him leaving. It was exactly what you thought would happen when he found out.

You honestly don’t expect to see Gregor again, so when your doorbell rings right before you get into bed, you don’t know who you expect to see.

So you wrap your robe tightly around your body, and open the door just a crack.

You, very nearly, jump out of your skin when you see the man in armor standing in front of your door, though the fright turns to confusion when he pulls his helmet off and reveals a clean-shaven Gregor.

“Gregor?” You ask, bewildered.

“I found my armor.” Gregor replies, “Can I come in?”

“Oh, uh…yeah. Of course.” You move to the side to let him into your home and then shut the door behind him. “Where was it?”

“Oh, just laying around,” Gregor replies with a shrug as he starts pulling his armor off and stacking it near the front door.

You watch him, politely bewildered, and then finally ask, “What are you doing?”

He glances at you, confusion on his face, and then he favors you with a tiny smile, “Did you really think I was just going to leave?”

“...yes?”

“Not a chance.” He walks over to you and lightly cups your face, “Come on, how could I just leave you?”

“I lied to you.”

“Yeah, maybe. But I wasn’t in any condition to return to the frontlines anyway.” One of his hands slides to the back of your neck, and the other settles low on your hip, and he tugs you so that you stumble against his body.

“But—”

“I’m still here, cyare.” He interrupts, “And I’m not going anywhere until we settle this.”

“This?” You repeat, uncertainly.

Gregor giggles and his eyes glitter with mischief, “While I do have to return to the frontlines, I’m not leaving without giving you a night to remember.” He leans in and ghosts his lips against yours, “And I’ll definitely be coming back.”

“You…will?”

He doesn’t answer, instead, his grin widens and he closes the distance between your lips, pulling you into a deep kiss. “Well,” He mumbles against your lips, “That depends on you.” He moves so that his lips are trailing against your jaw, “I don’t think I was imagining the thing between us.”

“You weren’t,” You whisper, a soft gasp falling from you as his lips move to your throat.

“Good.”

And, when Gregor leaves the following morning, he leaves with the promise that he’ll come back as often as he’s able, several dark hickys, and a promise of his love.

He also leaves you pregnant, though you don’t figure that out until several months later.

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nahoney22 · 11 months ago

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Hiiii ! ❤️ I love your fics , they makes me dream 💕

I would like to make a request with the fluff prompt 7: “You’re comfy.” and the NSFW prompt 7: “Come on, you can be louder. It’s just us.” for Rebels!Gregor , please , with a female reader , if that's okay for you 😊

In the Morning*** 🌊

🫧 Pairings: Rebels Gregor X Female Reader

word count: 1.1k

prompts:

“You’re comfy.”

“Come on, you can be louder. It’s just us.”

Summary: Alone time was rare with Gregor so the two of you make the most of the moment.

warnings: NSFW, 18+ only. Established relationship, morning sex, p in v, oral sex ie cunnilingus, soft smut, dirty talk, explicit sexual content and language, creampie.

Authors note: Thanks for the request bestie! Enjoy 🩶 @griffedeloup

The morning sun filters through the crevices of the AT-TE, rousing you from sleep with its gentle warmth kissing your skin. Not only the sun, but the warmth of your beloved beside you. You roll over to face him, his handsome features captivating even in slumber. With tender fingers, you trace the lines of his aging face, finding beauty in every detail.

Nestling closer, you inadvertently awaken Gregor, who greets you with a husky voice and open arms. "Good mornin’, my sweet," he murmurs, offering you a cozy place at his side.

"Mmm, morning," you reply, savouring the tranquility of the moment as your eyes flutter back close.

Turning to you, Gregor's warm gaze traces along your face before he presses a kiss to your hair. "Did you sleep well?" he inquires softly.

You chuckle, teasing him gently. "I sleep best when I'm with you, until the snoring starts," you jest, peeking at him with a playful glint in your eye.

“Hey, I don’t snore.” He protests with mock offense, clutching his chest.

“Oh and Wolffe is always a ray of sunshine.” You counter with a smirk making him chuckle and hold you close.

“Alright, alright, you got me there.” The two of you lay with another for a while, your fingers tracing along his bare torso whilst his hand rests on your hip. “We getting up?”

“Not yet,” you saw softly, cuddling closer to him, “you’re comfy.”

As the morning stretches ahead, a sudden surge of longing and sexual desire ignites within you. With Rex and Wolffe still absent, leaving just you and Gregor alone, the opportunity for intimacy after a long time of not having a moment together was very tempting.

Turning to Gregor, a playful glint in your eyes, you ask about their return. "Are Rex and Wolffe back yet?" you ask, your voice soft and laden with anticipation.

Gregor's hand traces the curve of your side as he shifts to face you. "I don't think so... Why?" he responds, his interest piqued.

With a teasing smile, you lean in closer, your breath mingling with his. "I was just wondering if my Commando would be up for some... fun?" you suggest, your lips hovering tantalisingly close to his, eyes flickering from his lips to his eyes.

A flicker of amusement dances in Gregor's eyes, his desire evident as a sudden erection grows in his pants. "You know I'd never say no to that, babe," he murmurs huskily.

In a swift motion, he captures your lips in a passionate kiss, one you return with heat as your hands entwine around his neck. He moves ontop of you, the shared duvet forgotten and tossed to the floor as he eagerly strips away your shorts.

With a soft moan escaping your lips, Gregor's kisses trail down your neck, his touch sending shivers of pleasure through your body. His skilled hand cups your heat, massaging his fingers between your folds that elicits gasps of desire from you as he expertly teases and tantalises your most sensitive areas. His thumb flicks across your clit, making you arch into him and make a whiny cry of need.

“Spread your legs for me.” He whispers, placing your bare thighs.

You obey, spreading them as you watch him

settle between your legs. “A little wider,” he instructs, humming in approval when your legs spread to the perfect angle, allowing Gregor to bury his face between your thighs and more importantly, letting his lips kiss at your skin before resting on your glistening folds. He kisses them, whispering how delicious you taste before licking a long stripe between your folds.

“Gregor…that’s…” your words fail you, your hand resting on the back of his head as Gregor enjoys his morning snack, eating your pussy like a man starved.

“What? Come on, you can be louder. It’s just us.” He looks at you from between your legs, his eyes shining as he laps at your clit, watching you squirm as your moans get loud and louder.

“It’s so good, so fucking good.” You blush, fingers gripping onto the bed as your knees begin to shake, toes curling as you watch him.

His tongue makes circular motions and soon stars are blurring your vision. But, Gregor was forever a tease and pulls away before you were about to hit your high. “Wha- why did you do that?” You whine in frustration but suddenly gasping as his large hands grip at your hips, pulling you close before he pulls his cock out of his pants and palms himself in front of you.

“I want you to cum on my cock,” he states, your eyes blown in lust as you admire his pearly white precum that was already dripping from his tip, “and then I can cum in you.”

You pull him back into a sloppy, passionate kiss, tongues licking and swirling against one another. “Do it then.” You purr into his hot mouth.

Gregor grins as he slips sluggishly inside you, his eyes fluttering closed as he thrusts slowly, giving you time to adjust to his girth. You groan, tilting your hips up so he could hit you with perfectly angled thrusts. It feels divine and you can’t help but bury your face in his shoulder as he whispered sweet nothings in your ear.

His hand’s indecisively caress your breasts, pulling them free from your tank top as your legs wrap around his build. “I want this to last forever,” you moan, hands almost clawing at his back as his pace quickens. The bed squeaks, loud, but neither of you seemed to mind. Especially since the other two weren’t here.

“Me too,” he chuckles, kissing your neck before he sits up, admiring your bouncing breasts and how good it looked seeing him slip inside you, “but I’m not as young as I - oh fuck - used to be.”

“Still perfect for me.” You sigh, whimpering as his hands clasp your waist again as he thrust becomes sporadic but intense, thighs slapping against your own. “Right there, r-right there.”

“You like that, hm? Such a good girl.” He growls but his breath becomes ragged and you knew he was close. And so were you.

The familiar heat in your core burns, your vision blurred as you pant his name pathetically, gripping onto him as he falls forward, burying himself into your neck as he spills completely inside you. You hit your own high soon after, legs twitching as you become absolutely spent.

He rolls off the top of you, panting and wiping sweat from his brow. He holds you close, taking your hand and kissing your knuckles softly. “Was that alright?”

You smile, your mind in the heavens as you come down from your climax. “Perfect.”’

Both laying in a comfortable silence, Gregor turns to you again and smirks softly. “Would you… would you be up for another round?”

You blink, a smirk on your lips as you look back at him. “How could I say no to an offer like that?”

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mandos-mind-trick · 2 years ago

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Kinktober Day 2: Titfucking

Summary: Gregor really loves your tits.

Pairing: Gregor x reader

Warnings: Reader is implied to have larger breasts, desperate Gregor, Gregor’s love of breasts, grinding, titfucking, facial, cum eating, slight handjob

A/N: And here we have day two. Again, rather short since it's just kinky smut. Enjoy your juice, Gregor girlies.

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He’s on you as soon as he walks through the door. His lips are on yours, almost as if he’s trying to devour you. His hands tug at your shirt as he backs you through your small apartment towards your bedroom. You stumble back through the door, Gregor’s hands keeping you steady and locked against him.

“Gregor,” You gasp as he pulls away long enough to tug your shirt over your head. “Missed you too.”

“Kriff, baby.” He groans against your lips, calloused hands dragging down your sides. “Missed you so much. Got hard in the taxi on the trip over.”

You giggle against his lips as he tugs your pants down, hands squeezing your bare ass. He groans against your lips, pulling your body tight against his. You can feel the hard bulge trapped in his pants pressing against your stomach. His hips begin to grind against you, desperately seeking any sort of friction. He keeps his hands on your ass, using your body for leverage as he grinds against your stomach.

You wrap your arms around his neck, gasping as your nipples drag against the rough fabric of his shirt. “Kriff, Gregor!”

He whines against your lips, pausing his movements before he can cum. His hands slide lower, grabbing your thighs before he tosses you onto the bed. His eyes lock onto the way your bare breasts bounce as you land on the mattress, his teeth sinking into his lower lip. He quickly tugs his shirt over his head, revealing his broad chest. He tugs his pants off, revealing his hard, leaking cock.

He crawls onto the bed, situating himself over you. He stares down at you for a moment before pressing his lips to yours. You hum against his lips, dragging your hands up his back. Your fingers find rough spots, scars that weren’t there the last time you were together. His lips drag down your jaw to your neck, tongue and teeth making work of the sensitive skin.

His lips trail further downward, skirting over your sternum before he reaches your breasts. He pushes himself up, straddling your stomach. His hands cup your breasts, gently squeezing them.

“Kriff, I love these tits.” He says, biting his lip as he squishes them together.

“I know, babe.” You say, gasping quietly as his thumbs brush your nipples.

“One of my favorite parts of you.” He says, eyes focused on your breasts.

Your lips part in a quiet gasp as he continues to squeeze and massage them, his eyes wide and lust blown. Your chest rises and falls with your heavy breaths, his thumbs flicking over your nipples again.

“Can I fuck them?” He asks, finally looking up at your face.

You bite your lip, staring up into his eager eyes. “Sure, baby. Go for it.”

He reaches over, grabbing the bottle of lube from your nightstand before squeezing some on his hands. He rubs the lube over your breasts, doing the same to his cock before he shifts himself higher on your stomach, his hard cock coming to rest in the space between your breasts. You move your hands, pushing your breasts together around his cock. He groans, his hands holding onto your headboard as he begins to move his hips, thrusting his cock between your breasts.

You stare up at him as he fucks your breasts, his eyes lowered, watching the way his cock slides back and forth against your skin. Quiet moans leave his lips as he rolls his hips, rocking the bed a bit.

“Kriff,” He hisses, hips jerking a bit. He’s close, already so worked up.

You push your breasts closer around his cock, squeezing it as he moans your name. You close your eyes as hot spurts of cum paint your face and neck, his cock twitching between your breasts. You hold him there as he cums, licking the salty seed that lands on your lips.

He's panting, holding himself up over your head. You hold his gaze, gathering the cum on your neck before licking it off your fingers. He lets out a pathetic groan, eyes blowing wide as he watches you clean yourself of his cum.

He's already growing hard again where he's resting on your chest. You wrap your hand around his cock, squeezing the base lightly.

"So needy." You smirk. "Missed me that much, huh?"

His lips part as he nods, another groan leaving him as you squeeze him once more.

"Let me take care of you, baby." You say, slowly pumping his cock.

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imabeautifulbutterfly · 6 months ago

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Hiii , I just come with a last idea for this event , I was listening to "I want to live" , Astarion's song from Baldur's Gate 3 and I thought about "There's more to do, if we can only live. The clock won't stop and this is what we get." , like it would maybe be a good prompt ... for Rebels!Gregor x reader , please 😊

Thank you for this wonderful event 💚

@griffedeloup Thank you for your request, and it was such a good prompt to end this event.

I want to say thank you to everyone who read, reblogged, and submitted a request. Thank you for making this event successful. Love oo

Let Me Count The Ways

Warnings: Fluff, flirting, cuteness, kissing, discussion of cute butt, I think that's it. If I miss any please let me know.

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Gregor opened his eyes as he looked at the ceiling, reminding himself he was on a transport ship. He groaned as he rubbed his eyes, it had been way too long since he slept in one of these types of bunks. He shifted to move but stopped when he felt your arm gripping his waist.

He chuckled lightly, even in a tiny bed such as this you didn’t want him moving away from you. He pressed a gentle kiss to the top of your head, “Cyare…” he whispered.

There was a slight smile as you hummed in your sleep.

“Cyare…”

You hummed again in annoyance.

He pressed another kiss to the top of your head, “I need you to wake up, love. Need to use the bathroom.”

“Ugh… fine…” you shifted away from him, “meanie.”

“Hey, blame my bladder. It’s what happens when you’re old.”

You rolled your eyes at him, “I mean that you’re stealing my heater away.”

He laughed, pressing a kiss to your cheek, “Better a cold bed than a wet one.” He laughed getting up and heading to the fresher.

As you watched him leave, you couldn’t help smiling as you saw his cute butt disappear into the fresher, you decided to get up as well. You grabbed your flight suit and waited for him to finish in the refresher so you could shower. There were many things about Gregor that made you love him, but what probably made you love him most was the fact he never stopped trying to do more. Even when he had amnesia and was stuck on the god awful planet, as soon as he regained his memories he didn’t hesitate to do more.

“What’s got you so pensive?” Gregor chuckled as he sat down beside you, wrapping his arm around your waist, and pulling you into his side.

“You.”

“Me?”

“Yeah. Just thinking about how much I love you. And the reasons I love you.”

“Oh, really? Well tell me, what are the reasons you love me? I’m all excited to hear.” He chuckled, pressing a kiss to your neck.

“Well let’s see. There’s the way you smile.”

“Oh so my smile makes your little heart beat faster.”

“Shut up.” You chuckled, “There’s also the way you look at me.”

He let out a chuckle that implied more than he said, “How do I look at you?”

“As though I’m the only one you see.”

“You are the only one I see. No one else is even remotely close to your beauty, your sense of humour or even your kindness. No one else makes me half as happy as you make me.”

You pressed a kiss to his cheek, and lips, “See, that’s another reason I love you. But what I admire most of all, is the fact you never give up. You don’t back down. Ever. You always try and do the best you can regardless of the odds or what you’re facing.”

Gregor pressed his forehead against yours, gently cupping your cheek, “I didn’t think it was possible but I do believe I love you more.”

You giggled as you leaned into his touch.

“You my dear, give me too much credit though,” he clarified, “I’ve only done what I needed to do. After all, there's more to do, if we can only live. Regardless of what we may want, the clock won't stop and this is what we get. One life to live, one life to make the most of. And I’m glad I did, because if I hadn’t given it my all, I wouldn’t be here with you today.”

He moved his head back and pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead, “You, my love, are the best gift this galaxy has ever given me, and I’ll always be grateful for having you by my side. Always.”

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clone-anon-after-dark · 1 year 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.

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average-limbus-fan · 1 year ago

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Pt 1 of Limbus Speed Dating?

Rodion

Vergilius took Charon’s hat and dropped a bunch of folded up pieces of paper in it as the sinners watched awkwardly waiting to know if they would be forced to be the first to try and woo you. You noticed Outis looked especially excited… only for Rodya’s name to be drawn much to Outis’s dismay. Rodion perked up “well this’ll be an easy win for sure” she exclaimed, “this isn’t a competition” you heard Gregor say from somewhere in the back of the bus, was it not a competition though?

You quickly tried to keep pace with Rodion who had her grip tightly around your hand and was leading you in the direction of a popular fried chicken place, of course you thought to yourself. Rodya started to talk about all the different flavors she wanted to try “Dante Dante they just released a new limited time spicy wings special for the new year we so have to try it and…” you had tuned her out as the sounds of city and a lonely street musician caught your attention. “Ah right” she said before dropping a small clock keychain into your hands, “what’s this” you asked? “Aha it’s a gift of course”! She said happily “pretty sure it’s customary to get your date a gift n’ stuff”. You got a bit flustered at the mention of it being a date but quickly regained composure as you two entered the restaurant. Rodya had ordered enough food for all the sinners combined, you wondered if Vergilius was paying for all these “dates” and started thinking of all the ways this was going to go wrong, as you only slightly acknowledged Rodya’s idle gossip. Once Rodya had finished you both started walking outside and in the direction of Mephistopheles, Rodion lightly tugged on your arm signaling for you to stop and face her outside of the restaurant “hey Dante I know you weren’t paying attention to me much but it was nice getting to hang out with you n’ stuff without all the other guy’s” she said before trying to place a quick peck on your clock face… however you were faster and quickly ran in the opposite direction as you heard Rodion yelling behind you “Dante the bus is the other way”!

Hong Lu

Leaving your bus quarters early the next morning to get absolutely no work done you were met with Hong Lu’s usual mischievous smile and a small piece of paper in his hands. “Looks like it’s our turn Dante” he said. You looked at him with a stern smile “did you just pick your name out of Charon’s hat when she wasn’t looking” you asked? Hong Lu faked a scandalized look and quickly returned to his normal smile “I would never” he giggled as you followed him off the bus and into the city’s boardwalk area. It seemed he had made a reservation at an expensive brunch place the night before, confirming your suspicions that he had not obtained his name from the hat randomly, you however decided not to bring it up. As you looked through the menu gawking at their prices, Hong Lu talked about how his family used to frequent the place when he was a child, while he casually slid a box across the table. You looked at the small box in front of you, it seemed Rodion hadn’t been the only one to bring a gift, opening it you were shocked to find an expensive looking watch inside. Was he trying to buy you’re favor? It wasn’t a competition… you think at least? Before you could chide him he interrupted “It was really interesting getting to eat at all those peasant restaurants I never got to taste food comparable to plastic before although I’m sure the rest of you have gotten used to it by now” …there was definitely an insult there but Hong Lu continued to look at you with pure innocence and intrigue his usual mischievous smile replaced with a more genuine one for once. He continued to recount memories from his childhood as you two ate until it was near the end of brunch hour and the two of you decided to take your leave. As you walked out of the restaurant you made sure to keep your distance just in case Hong Lu tried to pull a trick like Rodion had the night before, however he made no move to close the distance instead he simply flashed his usual mischievous grin and scurried off in the direction of the city leaving you confused as you made your way back to the bus alone.

Gregor

It seemed like Vergilius decided to have a bit of sympathy for once and spared you a few hours before he gathered you and all the sinners into the main area of the bus excluding Rodion and Hong Lu of course. “Well it seems like we’re one name shorter then last nights count so… we’ll simply move ahead with the names remaining” and there it was… well hopefully Hong Lu wouldn’t be punished too severely for this. Charon then picked out a piece of paper unceremoniously and quickly walked down the bus to find a peacefully napping Gregor. “So where too” you asked Gregor as you stepped off the bus? “Ah I dunno I’m sure there’s a pub or maybe a bar or something around here” he replied. You two walked in silence until a shady looking dive bar came into view “eh I’m sure it’ll do” Gregor remarked, as you two found the staircase entrance leading down into the underground area. Gregor bought the both of you a few beers as he chatted away idly “you know Manager Bud I always wondered how your able to eat and drink without a mouth on that clockhead of yours” he said, you had often times found yourself wondering about that too but alas your ever persistent thoughts of such questions never seemed to wield any sort of answers. After a few hours of drinks and idle chit chat the two of you drunkenly stumble out of the dive bar. With the alcohol getting rid of your sense of shame and normal polite attitude you decided to ask Gregor if he had gotten you any sort of gift like the other sinners had. “Manager bud go easy on this old man’s wallet…” he said as you two somehow managed to make your way back to the bus where the rest of the sinners had a good laugh at the two of you and your drunken state.

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neyswxrld · 1 year ago

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afternoon tickles

Gregor x reader (gn)

summary: Making a blanket fort with Gregor! ...or something like that.

warnings: reader gets pinned down, reader pins down, hand is put on readers mouth in a way to keep them from speaking (playfully), tickles

word count: ~910

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a/n: this is the twentieth fic for my advent calendar! i had nostalgic feelings when i wrote this and i decided that i should make a blanket fort again, sometime.

"You're doing it all wrong," Gregor says, shaking his head.

"What? No, I'm not. It fits just fine," you shake your head too.

"No, if you would do it like I said, you wouldn't need to use the pillows, and we could have them for inside," he says, shoving your hand away playfully.

"But then we won't be able to just relax in there, because the ceiling would crash down on us every two seconds," you disagree.

"No, because the sofa will hold the blanket. There isn't anything crashing down on us," he says, throwing said thing over the back of the couch.

You look at it with raised eyebrows, waiting for the new made ceiling to fall down - but nothing happens.

"See?" Gregor asks, chuckling lightly and pushing the now free pillows in the small cave.

"That was the first step, now we can make it bigger and cozier," he says, as if you've never built a blanked fort before, but you just play along.

He seems to have built his caves in another way than you've had, so in a way, it's the first time for you making one after another plan.

You don't even know how all of this started. One moment, you were laying on the couch together, then suddenly you found yourselves setting up blankets above some of your furniture.

You don't mind when other people would think you're too old for that. It brings up nostalgic feelings, you have fun and... well, no one else is here, so nobody would mind either way. You haven't built a pillow fort in what feels like ages, and doing it now, with Gregor, makes some warm feelings bubble in your stomach.

After a few rounds around the house, you come back to him, with a few other fluffy pillows and blankets stacked on your arms.

Gregor immediately comes to your help, takes some of them and positions them around the small cave.

After some minutes, he finally finishes his work and pulls you beneath the blankets with him.

Laughing and giggling, you snuggle up in the small space, moving all the different things around a little bit to get even more comfortable, and finally laying down together.

Just as you're about to praise him for his good work, the blanket-ceiling snaps and falls down on you.

For a few seconds, no one says a word. Neither you nor Gregor moves, waiting for the other to break the silence.

"Well-" you start, but Gregor puts a hand above your mouth.

"Don't say it," he says, and you feel some rapid movements as he shakes his head.

"Sdob, Gr'gor," you say, starting to laugh, wanting to push his hand away from your face. He holds on relentlessly, even your wet tongue licking the palm of his hand didn't do anything.

"I don't want to hear that you knew better!" he giggles lightly, ignoring the way your tongue presses against his hand again.

You try to muffle something again, but with his hand you and the chuckles that break through, all you say is unintelligible.

"I wouldn't lick that, Cyare. Don't know where my hand was in the last few hours," he says playfully.

Immediately, your tongue snaps back. Instead of trying to get his hand off, you reach for a pillow, throwing it at his head.

"Hey!" he protests, trying to hold your hands down, but due to his already occupied hand, you're faster and able to hit him again and again.

Suddenly, he lets go of you, grabbing for another pillow, also starting to hit you with it. With that, a war breaks out.

"Ah! Gregor!" you laugh, dodging another hit, but swinging your pillow again.

You start to wrangle and roll around the floor, pulling all the blankets with you.

At one point, you suddenly stop and try to keep him pinned beneath you.

You sit on his tights and hold his hands above his head, panting heavily. You know that he is much stronger that you and you're just in this position because he wants to.

"I didn't want to tell you, that I knew better," you giggle, looking in his eyes that had a happy glint in them.

"Is that so?" he asks, a wide grin on his lips.

"Yes," you assure him, "actually, I wanted to point out how well you build that thing."

You start to grin at his now confused face. "Well, at least until it broke down, and I realized that I indeed was right," you start to laugh.

You don't expect him to flip you both around so suddenly, letting out a small surprised yell before starting to giggle uncontrollably again.

"Told you, I don't wanna hear it," Gregor says as he digs his fingers into your sides, starting to tickle you.

Laughing and squirming, you try to escape, but he is so much stronger than you- you can't even move an inch.

You know exactly what he wants to hear -that his cave was perfectly fine- but you're not willing enough to give him that win, so instead you put your fingers on his waist, starting a game of tickles and teasing, that drags over quite some time.

Only after both of you are exhausted and tired, you make it stop.

Laying next to each other, both of you try to catch your breath, still amused by that spontaneous afternoon full of giggles.

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zoeykallus · 2 years 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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freesia-writes · 11 months ago

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What's your favorite piece you've written to date, and is there a link to read it?

Cheers <3

Oh geez. What a good question. Dang. The pressure. 😂

The longfic is the easiest answer -- the Hunter one that's currently being posted 2x/week. It's by far the most complex, fun, thorough, enjoyable full-length one I've done.

As for one-shots? The one that came to mind, and I'm gonna stick with, is the First Date with Gregor. It ended up inspiring a few more as a mini-series, but it's warm and fuzzy as a stand-alone, and I think his effervescent personality is just so endearing and fun.

If it's smut you're lookin for, the Crosshair x Reader longfic Sharp Edges, a collaboration with @lightwise, is awesome because it had two author brains and just flowed really well.

And a smutty one shot is REALLY hard to choose... The two that stand out are recent works exploring established relationships after years together on Pabu. The Hunter x Reader one is simultaneously warm and fuzzy and deliciously hot, and the Tech x Reader one is probably one of the most moving, meaningful, deeply affirming pieces I've ever written. Plus some smut, LOL.

I'm so sorry I didn't stick to just one. But I hope one per category will be allowed. ;) Super fun ask; thank you so much!

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vodika-vibes · 4 months ago

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What I Know Now

Summary: When Gregor gets a call informing him that his cyare’s family decided to take a three-month long vacation, rather than spend the summer with her, he decides it’s up to him to make things right.

Pairing: Captain Gregor x F!Reader

Word Count: 575

Warnings: None

A/N: Guess who's fever finally broke, but still isn't at 100%? If you guessed me, you'd be right. Anyway here's a short little Gregor fic, I hope you all like it~

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Cody is going to kill him.

Full-on murder him.

No one will ever find his body.

But, Gregor can’t help but think as he knocks on the dark wooden door of the beach house his cyare rented, it’ll be worth it.

Sure, he had to call in some favors from a few vod’e to get here, but there are worse things than owing a few debts to his brothers. Especially if it means he can be here for his cyare while her family continues to be terrible people.

The door creaks open, and there she is. Hair messy, red-rimmed eyes, and dressed in one of his shirts…she looks miserable, but even so. She’s still the most stunning woman he’s ever met.

And he’d know. He’s met several other women since being decanted.

Confusion morphs into surprise as she tilts her head to the side, “Gregor?”

“In the flesh! Gonna let me in, cyare?”

“Uh…right. Sorry.” She moves to the side, and he cheerfully steps into the beach house. The whole building smells like coconut and flowers, and he can’t help but wonder if that’s just what resort rentals smell like.

“You don’t have to apologize, lovey.” Gregor says as he tosses a grin over his shoulder, “Where’s your room, I want to toss my stuff in there.”

She’s still staring at him, as if she can’t believe her eyes, “Gregor? What are you doing here?”

“Your friend, Momo, called me. Said that your shitty family is living up to their reputation. So, I came to help salvage the vacation. Momo and her boyfriend will be here in a couple of days.” Gregor sets his duffle bag on the couch, “You know Gree is a Commander, he can’t just up and leave like I can.”

“You’re a Captain. You can’t just up and leave either, Gregor.”

His grin widens, “Eh, I’ll be fine.”

“Cody is going to kill you.”

“I can take him.”

“...he’s going to kill you twice, Gregor!”

Gregor laughs and opens his arm. And, immediately, she slides into them, her arms wrapping around his neck while his close around her waist. “I’m not worried. You’re more important to me than anything else.”

He shivers when he feels one of her soft fingers tracing random shapes against the back of his neck, “Stubborn man. I’d have been fine.”

“Oh, I know.” Gregor lightly bumps his nose against hers, “But now you’ll be even better.”

“I don’t want you to get in trouble on my behalf.”

“You’re worth it.”

She sighs and then, finally, a smile lifts her lips. “I’m glad you’re here, Gregor.”

“Course! Not even an act of god could keep me away!” He tightens his grip on her hips and then lifts her to spin her around, pulling a startled squeal from her lips.

And then she dissolves into giggles and slides her hands to cup his face before she leans in and presses her lips against his.

Gregor doesn’t bother to set her back on her feet, preferring to encourage her to wrap her legs around his waist while he supports her weight. She breaks the kiss, though keeps her lips hovering just over his.

“I’m glad you came.” She whispers.

“How could I stay away? You needed me.” Gregor catches her lips again in a much more heated kiss.

She hums into the kiss, and then mumbles, “Always. I’ll always need you.”

And Gregor laughs, “Then I’m a lucky man.”

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awkward-tension-art · 10 months ago

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Miscellaneous Drabbles

These are unfinished drabbles I thought of but have no idea what to do with tbh

Enjoy! because I have no idea what to do with these!

None of these are proof read at all!

Lost and Found (Gregor x F!Reader)

cw: Separatist!reader, Count Dooku, mention of dead clone

“Ma’am, I think it’s best if you return to the ship.” One of your droid bodyguards followed your steps.

“No.” You snapped, walking towards the wreckage of the Republic transport. You were refueling on some remote, backwater planet called Abafar when a ship had breached the planet's atmosphere and crashed.

You stepped over a body. The plastoid was familiar.

Clones. Republic forces.

Perhaps you could get some information from whatever was left of the ship.

Something collapsed and the commando droids guarding you immediately aimed their rifles. Out of the burning wreckage stumbled another clone.

The armor was bulky, scratched and...different. Unique.

Clone commando. You narrowed your eyes and remained still, watching him take two steps forward before collapsing.

“Is he alive?” You asked, looking over to one of the droids.

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Take him with us.” You responded, “I’m sure the Count would like to know I have a new toy.”

Once you got back to your ship, you made a call. After a few moments, the holo of Count Dooku appeared on your ship's console.

“Father,” You lowered your head in greeting, “Congratulations on your victory of Sarrish.”

“Thank you, my daughter.” He sounded somewhat proud of himself, “But is there another reason you called?��

“I found a clone commando,” You informed him, “I’d like to keep him for myself.”

“Interesting find.” Your father rubbed his chin in thought, “Get whatever information you can out of him. After that he’s yours to do whatever you wish.”

“Of course, father. Thank you.” You bowed, “I'll see you again soon.”

“Stay safe, my daughter.”

The holo ended and you turned, watching as your droid bodyguards restrained the unconscious man.

What a curious find indeed….

Massage (Tup x Reader)

cw: Fluff, headaches, Tup has better hair than me

You noticed how Tup rubbed his temples sometimes. Your cyare sometimes dealt with headaches with seemingly no known cause.

He was doing it again as he sat on his bed in the barracks. Other clones mingled around, either resting, reading or just mingling about.

You had an idea.

Tup opened one eye as you sat next to him, “Hello, love.” he greeted sweetly.

“Another headache?” You looked at him in concern.

He nodded, “It’s not a problem, I can handle it.”

You hummed, moving to sit behind him. He looked at you confused but didn’t say anything. Carefully your fingers removed the tie he kept his hair in. It fell to his shoulders in soft curls.

“Oh!” He jerked slightly, “Um, love, what are you…?”

“Shhh I want to see if this helps.” You murmured, beginning to run your fingers through his curly strands. His hair was soft and shiny, which was a surprise for a soldier.

You dug your fingers into his scalp gently, massaging his head.

“O-oh…” Tup melted, letting out a soft whine.

“Better?” You smiled, moving closer to him.

His response was soft, bordering a quiet moan, “Yes…” he moved, deciding to lean into your chest as you kept massaging his scalp. He practically became puddy in your hands.

You laughed softly, planting a kiss on his temple.

Signal (Echo x Reader)

CW: Hacking, swearing, mentions of the Citadel,

The signal you found was a fun one to mess with. Perhaps playing with Separatist channels wasn’t the safest way to pass your time, but….

Well, despite being a neutral party in the war, you had friends in the Republic.

You typed away on your pad, and the signal jumped and jerked. It reacted as if you hurt the thing.

Signals couldn’t feel pain. They usually came from programs or droids, so you continued with your poking and prodding. However after a second, something tugged at your heart.

Damn, your empathy.

With an eye roll, you typed to the program broadcasting the signal.

‘Sorry for hurting you.’

You waited. After a second, the signal hummed, as if singing a small tune.

….what…? Why does it seem so….human?

-I am alright. I am alright. I am alright.

“Okay…” you mumbled to yourself, “Weird ass program…” Your curiosity got the better of you, so you made a live connection. This would open your location up to be tracked but, you wouldn’t be long, “What’s your name?”

-CT-1409. CT-1409. CT-1409. CT-1409.

Something in you crashed. You knew the clones of the Republic had numbers just like those.

Did you accidentally hack into a Republic channel!?

“Uh…shit.” You mumbled, scrambling to find a way to be as unthreatening as possible, “W-where are you?”

-Citadel. Citadel. Get to the ship. Must protect the ship.

The Citadel? That's a separatist prison made specifically for Jedi. What the fuck is going on!?

That couldn’t be right. Your computers were telling you that the signal was coming from Skako Minor, “Are you alone?” You asked, carefully.

-Fives. Fives. Fives. Where's Fives? Where’s Fives?

Fives…a fellow clone, most likely.

“Do you need help?” Your eyes roamed the computer in front of you. This program was sounding more and more like a disoriented person in desperate need of help.

Please. Please. Please. Help. Help. Get to the ship.

Your blood ran cold, “Don’t…don’t worry. I’ll think of something. I’ll contact the Republic to help you.” You swallowed, “I have your clone number. But what's your actual name?”

I am Echo. I am Echo. I am Echo.

Dance (Padme x Reader)

CW: politics, political scheming, Padme being a lovely queen, I am actually in love with her

She was certainly a beautiful woman. Senator Amidala.

You, a senator of Confederacy of Independent Systems, were attending something of a ball in Sataran, one of the neutral planets. It was another useless attempt for peace.

Your fellow colleagues were tense and unhappy, after all, the Jedi and some of their own clone slaves were acting security.

You…didn’t entirely care. The Jedi, even with all their problems, weren't going to slaughter unarmed politicians. Besides, you had better things to focus on.

Such as a fascinating senator.

Padme Amidala was well known, even to the politics of the CIS. A driver of peace. A symbol of a united galaxy. Someone who is trying to end the war with as little blood shed as possible. She was speaking with one of your colleagues, Senator Sapha.

You stood, and approached. In another time, maybe you could have been friends. But tonight, you had information. Information that may secure you a position in the Republic.

This war will end badly for the CIS. You’ve seen the patterns. The losses. you needed allies for when the Republic wins.

“Senator Amidala?” You spoke her name and she turned, “May I have this dance?” You introduced yourself with a bow and an open hand.

She gave you a critical gaze and a careful smile, “Of course.”

You both walked to the dance floor, listening to the music. Just as predicted, you had eyes on you. Behind her, one of the Jedi guards was glaring at you. His arms were crossed, and his gaze intense.

You gave him a smirk and began a slow waltz.

Someone is jealous. Unrequited love? Or a secret relationship?

“I don’t believe I've had the pleasure,” Padme spoke as you two danced to the slow ballroom music.

“Neither have I.” You responded, “We share a former mentor. Mina Bonteri.”

“Mina?” She was surprised at such a revelation, “It’s a surprise we haven’t met before.”

That Jedi was still glaring, so you decided to play.

You put your foot between hers and spun, performing a quick sacada, “I know. It's a shame this war has stopped us from making friends, isn't it?” The music picked up, and so did your movements. She followed your lead with skill.

Her eyes narrowed. Oh, she was searching. What for?

Information? Or was she like you, wanting more allies on either side? This game was a ladder. You and her were both trying to climb.

She twirled under your hand and you pulled her close, “What do you want?”

Bingo.

“The end of the war,” You lied, “And the only way we can achieve that is by making friends.” Your body leaned, dipping her deeply, “Don’t you agree?”

She smirked, knowing this game well, “I do.” She stood, this time pulling you. The senator of Naboo was attempting to take the lead, “But something tells me it’s not about that.”

“You found me out.” You spun her, spotting how angry that Jedi looked.

Cute.

“And what is it you had to pull me into a dance to tell me?” She was straight forward, you liked it.

“I’m rather selfish, I need you to pass a message for me,” You whispered, leaning forward and disguising your words under a close ocho, “And there are eyes on us.”

Padme pulled back and spun again before walking a circle around you. Your hands connected again and you both became close once more, “A warning.” She confirmed.

“There’s a traitor on your senate. Someone who is gaining more power in this war,” You whispered, leaning and dipping her again. Her expression gave nothing away.

She was skilled at this game.

“Who?” She asked, as soon as she was standing again.

The music had picked up, and the both of you were in a simple but intimate tango.

“I don’t know,” You admitted, “But I have my own web. It’s someone high up in the Republic food chain.”

Padme stole the lead again, this time, bringing you into a twirl. Her hands shifted, grabbing your waist and even the side of your neck, “What do you want in return for this information?”

“You to join my web.” You whispered, “And I’ll join yours. It’ll be a mutual agreement.”

“That's all?”

“Amnesty, as soon as the Republic wins this war.” You took the lead again. The music was ending, and soon your conversation would need to be cut short, “I need to secure my future. Surely you understand.”

“I do.” She said as you dipped her again in time with the song.

The both of you were breathing heavily as you looked down at her. The song ended and you pulled her to stand again. There was fascination and interest in her brown eyes.

Seems you charmed her.

“Thank you for this dance, Senator Amidala.” You took her hand and kissed her knuckles. She didn’t look away as you did so.

“No, thank you.” She had a small smile, “I’d like another dance sometime tonight.”

“I’m looking forward to it.” You winked and stepped away.

Time to get back to the political game.

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