#captain gregor x reader

[meshla-cyarika]

forced to live in 2024, born to be a GAR bunk bunny 😔

[vodika-vibes]

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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[mandos-mind-trick]

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.

MASTERLIST

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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[merlincmgirl]

Submission - Gregor x FReader - NSFW

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

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

Pairing: Gregor x F!Reader

Word Count: 5, 389

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Captain Gregor!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Clones with an Asexual / Acespec Partner Headcanons

I’ve never written headcanons on here before, but thought I’d give it a go.

Word Count: 2915

Warning and Author’s Note: Some discussion of sex.  Some asexuals have sex.  Also mention of sex-repulsion because some asexuals do not ever want to have sex and both are fine and good.  There are a lot of asexuals who are interested in partnership - romantic or not - so I thought I might write out some ideas about what that might look like with some clones

Included are Hunter, Tech, Echo, Wrecker, Crosshair, Mayday, Rex, Cody, Gregor, Wolffe, Fox, Kix, Hardcase, Fives, Jesse, Dogma, and Tup

Hunter

Hunter loves a partner who is passionate and wants to do the right thing.  He would never be with someone who doesn’t also have the Omega stamp of approval.  Domestic Hunter? Yes.  He loves the steps you’ve taken to have a home that is friendly to his senses.  No strong scents in the soaps or detergents. Blackout curtains. Towels, blankets, and sheets that are friendly to his sense of touch.  You showed your love by making your home friendly for him and he has never been more in love.  Hunter pays attention to other people and takes care of his family, so he was incredibly moved by someone caring about his needs in this way.  Hunter will do little things around the house to show you he cares about you.  You’ll come home to clean dishes, a tidied bedroom, or freshly cleaned clothes.  Sex might be too much for his senses and sometimes touch is too much in and of itself, so he strongly believes in communicating what you both need.  He’s always open to finding ways to express how much you care for each other and creating a stronger partnership.

Tech

Tech is acespec in some way.  He might rarely or never experience sexual attraction.  This man expresses his love best in quality time and acts of service.  You will want for nothing.  He might be too busy to think about feeding himself, but he will have an alarm to remind himself to pick up some food and make sure you eat.  He’ll eat with you and want to hear about your day or tell you about what he’s working on.  Besides researching topics of interest and fixing things, he loves going to museums and aquariums with you, watching documentaries, and sitting together in the same room reading.  If you want cuddle time? He’s open to it.  You’ll have to tell him the details of how to hold you and what you want and eventually he will start figuring out what he likes too.  Tech is open to experiences, so if you want to have sex for closeness or to satisfy your libido, he would try it.  “Physical urges and attraction are not the same thing,” he says.  He’s always understanding that some people don’t or rarely feel sexual attraction and for him, it’s just a matter of fact.  It doesn’t change how he feels about you.  If you never want to have sex, he is completely fine with it.  He wants to tell you about his latest project working on the hyperdrive anyway.

Echo

Echo loves your desire to fight for what’s right.  He loves how you care about people and he feels so at home with you.  Echo doesn’t like solitude so the biggest thing is going to be spending time together.  He loves reading.  Sitting together, snuggling on the couch or in separate chairs and reading something that interests each of you? Yes.  Do you like hanging out with his family and have a good sense of humor? Those are big things in his book.  

I know there are some theories that Echo only lost part of his legs and other people believe he lost everything from the waist down (plus his arm). But guess what it doesn’t matter.  In either case, Echo wants to be loved for who he is.  He wants to love you for who you are.  What you both can or cannot do physically doesn’t phase him.

Crosshair

Crosshair is protective of his heart and does not easily open up to others. He does not like vulnerability and that also means he also doesn’t get sexually intimate easily.  I think he’s at least demiromantic, needing to know someone before opening himself up to a relationship like that, so he understands not having certain types of attraction.  He does like physical touch once you are close enough, but that can mean all kinds of things.  He likes little private moments with you where you can steal away time together.  If you want to blow off some sexy steam together, he’s game, but never pressuring.  It’s more about closeness and sharing something with you that no one else gets.  If you aren’t interested, he likes to cuddle.  Sometimes he wants to be the little spoon and other times he wants to be the big spoon but he would never want anyone to know he’s a cuddler.  After all he’s been through, Crosshair wants to feel safe with you and protect and love you at the same time.

Wrecker

Wrecker loves to show his love with physical affection.  He loves hugs and holding hands and picking you up and twirling you around.  As long as you are okay with some kind of physical touch, he’s more than happy.  He loves when you fall asleep on top of him.  He loves watching holos with you, eating snacks, and cuddling.  If you want to have some sexy times, he’s game, but ultimately doesn’t need that.  He wants someone he can have fun with!

Jesse

Jesse is so incredibly sweet. He loves cuddling and pulling you in close to sit on his thighs.  The first time he does this he can tell you’re a little worried (maybe that he will try to take things further), so he is very reassuring, showing you he just wants to be close.  He loves touch, but only if it’s something you like too.  He likes consistency and so his primary desire in a relationship is someone he can trust and depend on and he also wants to be that for the person he’s with.  He understands that just because you don’t feel sexual attraction doesn’t mean you don’t love him.  There’s a reason you want to share your life with him, after all.  He lets you take the lead when it comes to any kind of physical touch, including sex.  He’s a lot of fun in bed if you go down that road for closeness or address your physical needs.  Otherwise, he loves cuddling in bed. He is most comfortable spooning and having an arm around you in some way.

Hardcase

While I don’t necessarily get ace vibes from Hardcase, I think he would be great with an ace partner. Especially if they are extroverted.  A typical day would involve waking up, eating quickly, and some kind of adventure.  Whether it’s getting up to shenanigans at a water park, or playing paintball, or spending the day at work for you and at the barracks for him, I see him happy to be busy.  I think he would love to come home and eat some good food. He loves take out.  He quickly realizes that you not wanting sex sometimes doesn’t mean he can’t have self-care time on his own.  If you like the idea, he would love for you to buy him a sex toy.  He sees it as a way to stay connected on that level without making you uncomfortable, which is the last thing he wants.  He is very open to learning what it means to be asexual, and quickly learns that not having sexual attraction doesn’t mean you have zero sex drive.  He loves taking the time to learn what makes you feel good physically and where the boundaries are.

Tup

Tup is a sweetheart who loves quality time with his partner.  He would love to explore hobbies like video games, baking, cooking, or anything with animals.  Tup loves anything that is relaxing and he is for sure a cuddler.  If you aren’t into touch, he likes things like sharing a blanket while sitting together or finding a happy middle ground like maybe holding your hand or sharing clothes.  If you want to satisfy your own urges together, Tup is absolutely up for it.  He thinks you’re incredibly sexy and gorgeous and likes to take his time and make you feel good.  

Dogma

Oh sweet Dogma.  This man loves rules and boundaries.  He loves knowing what is on and off limits because it makes him feel safe and secure.  He also feels loved when you want to know his own boundaries.  It shows him you care.  So Dogma doesn’t really care about what the actual boundaries are so long as he knows them.  He is quite nervous to initiate physical contact, even kissing, but he does say when he would like to try something.  He’s very communicative.  He does not mind if something is off limits. He just wants to show you love.  He takes up baking, loving the precision of measuring the ingredients, so you can expect treats every time he sees you.  When it comes to intimate relationships, Dogma knows there are many different ways to be intimate.  He wants to be understood and show you that you’re the one who has his heart.

Fives

Fives loves a good time.  It was something that drew you in from the beginning.  When he first asked you out, you couldn’t deny he had some kind of magnetism.  He was a total goofball.  He knew about your asexuality before you started dating. You might have been a bit surprised when he asked you out, but couldn’t say no.  Fives tells you right away that you can take the lead on anything physical.  He likes kissing, but especially loves hugs.  If you’re up for fooling around, he loves it. If you never want that, he understands.  He just wants to be with you.  It takes him a long time to admit that he would absolutely love to shower with you.  A hot shower helps him relieve stress and he sees it as a way to spend some relaxing time with you, but he doesn’t want it to seem like he’s asking for more, so he might need some reassurance once he brings it up.  Ultimately though, he loves quality time together.  There will joking, laughter, and joy.  Fives is also a wonderful friend and partner who you can trust.  While you wouldn’t necessarily have taken Fives to be very serious, he’s incredibly serious about your happiness and making sure you have every little thing you want.  If you’re having a hard day, he listens and holds your hand.

Kix

Kix loves being your partner.  He loves the domesticity of coming home and snuggling on the couch.  He might love doing some other things on the couch if you want, but he understands if you don’t want to.  He loves laying on the couch while you lay on top of him and watch holomovies.  He loves little kisses and holding hands.  He loves reading in bed next to you before falling asleep.  He’s also seen a lot during the war and carries a lot of grief.  He trusts you with his grief and sometimes he just needs someone to cry to about it all.  If you like romance or are in more of a romantic mood, he will go all out.  Favorite flowers, candy, foods, whatever you love.  He takes the time to learn your favorites for those occasions. You want slow kisses next time he’s on leave? He won’t stop thinking about it.  You simply want to collapse into someone’s arms? He wants nothing more than to provide those arms for you.

Gregor

Gregor is open to learning about anything, but his favorite topic is you.  He loves going out with you, dancing, and laughing.  He loves a good time.  If you’re shy, he finds a way to help you come out of your shell around him a little without pressing the issue.  He wants you to feel secure with him.  Gregor loves kissing and wouldn’t mind getting physical and when he asks about your boundaries going further, your heart sinks. You’re worried about where this is going and haven’t exactly told him about your sexuality yet. You quickly find that he just wants to express how he feels.  He asks a lot of questions about what it means for you to be asexual.  He’s inquisitive.  If you don’t want to have sex ever, he takes the time to hear how close you want to be and what feels safe to you.  He’s definitely not opposed to things like masturbating together if you want to go down that route sometimes.  Ultimately he realizes that his favorite thing to do with you is turn on some music and dance in the living room.

Wolffe

There’s actually a fic about this here.  Wolffe might be grumpy sometimes, but you make his life so much better and you get to see softer sides of him that no one else does.  You understand him and he appreciates your support.  He wants you to feel loved in the way that you want to be loved.  He is completely comfortable taking care of his sexual needs on his own.  He loves snuggling with you at night.  That’s his favorite.  He loves holding you and being held by you.  You’re comforting to him.  Before falling asleep, he likes chatting with you about how the day went and or reading a holonovel together.  

Rex

Rex is awkward around people in social situations, but you’re happy to help him navigate relationships.  He doesn’t think much about sex because frankly, he’d just like to make it through this conversation without getting lost in his own worry.  Over time he starts to relax more and you find that quiet time with the two of you is much preferred to going out.  He’s even nervous to hold your hand, but you tell him it’s totally okay.  Once he realizes how deep his feelings are, he has to speak with you.  He likes to know where things are headed and what kind of relationship you want. Queerplatonic? He quite likes that.  Or something with more of a romantic bend? Yes, sure, that could also work just fine too.  The only thing he really doesn’t want is to be with someone purely for the physical aspects.  His feelings toward his partner are so strong and he wants nothing more than to protect you and let you know he’ll always be there for you.

Cody

Snuggle king.  He is under so much pressure as a marshal commander and then later after the war, he’s dealing with a lot of mixed feelings about everything that happened.  He loves that he can be with you, go to bed or lay on the couch, and hang on to you. He likes little kisses on the top of his head while you hold him.  It helps him let go of stress and worry.  He can feel you right there with him and it’s the safest place in the galaxy.  You’re asexual? Great.  He just wants to love you the way you want to be loved.  You want romance? He will hold your hand and kiss the back of it.  You want domestic partnership? He will hug you and do your laundry. Do you need some space to yourself? That’s fine.  He will just be over here watching a holo and napping after buying groceries so you don’t have to worry about it.  You want a quickie to blow off some steam? He’s game.  You want to shower naked and wash each other’s hair and feel close that way? He’s good with that too.  You want to swap pillowcases while he’s gone so you can both feel close that way instead? He thinks that’s the best thing he’s ever heard.

Mayday

Mayday wants to be with you, preferably on a planet that rarely gets snow.  You fell for his dry sense of humor and how much he cares about the people he’s close to.  He worries about losing more people in his life, so he was cautious to approach you.  Once he realizes you’re around to stay, he starts to relax. Mayday likes to do little things to show he cares.  He really gets into cooking hot meals.  He loves making fresh soups and gardening.  When he starts baking bread you swear you will never buy a loaf ever again.  After all he’s been through, he’s happy to have the chance to be with someone and feel at home.  Getting physical? He likes hugs, cuddles, and kisses if you’re okay with it.  Just chaste kisses or little pecks on the cheek all you want? Absolutely.  Whether he addresses his own sex drive on his own or as a mutual endeavor (if you’re open to it) doesn’t matter to him.  It takes him a long time to open up in some ways, but once he does he’s always making sure you’re on the same page.  He will always cautiously wait until he gets a green light.

Fox

He’s just happy to come over to your place and sleep in a real bed.  This man is all about relaxation when he’s with you.  Whatever that looks like, he loves it.  It can be the simplest things, like having extra comfortable shorts to wear around your apartment, or folding laundry together before putting fresh sheets on the bed.  He feels so comfortable with you and that’s the most important thing to him.

Tagging: @kixs-husband @staycalmandhugaclone @wreckers-wife @dukeoftheblackstar

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Mermay 2024 Masterlist

Hello! Welcome to my Star Wars Clones (and their Prime) x Reader Mermaid AU!

So over the past few years, the clone troopers, in all shapes and forms, have meant a lot to me. I started writing on tumblr about half a year ago now and I just got into a graduate program. So I’m probably gonna drop off the face of the earth in a few months.

I wanted to take part in one of these month long fandom events before I left so Mermay seemed like a good fit to me. I went around tumblr and found prompts that inspired me and I thought went with each character.

Thank you for reading!

Day 1: The Courtyard - Mer Rex x Harpy Reader

Day 2: The Bakery - Mer Jesse x Reader

Day 3: Black Pearls - Siren Kix x Reader

Day 4: The Lobster- Mer Hardcase x Reader

Day 5: Two Siren Songs - Siren Fives x Siren Reader

Day 6: Sown Together - Selkie Echo x Mer Reader

Day 7: Scavenged - Mer Denal x Reader

Day 8: Choosing to Help- Mer Vaughn x Jedi Reader

Day 9: A Heart Fish- Mer Cody x Reader

Day 10: My Dream- Mer Gregor x Pirate Reader

Day 11: To Swim With A Siren- Siren Waxer x Pirate Reader

Day 12: Hold On- Mer Boil x Reader

Day 13: Hasn’t Changed - Mer Wolffe x Reader

Day 14: Trapped in the Lake - Mer Boost x Reader

Day 15: Stuck - Mer Sinker x Reader

Day 16: The Forgetful Selkie- Selkie Fox x Fae Queen Reader

Day 17: Here - Siren Thorn x Pirate Reader

Day 18: Just the Beginning - Selkie Thire x Reader

Day 19: Excitement - Mer Stone x Thief Reader

Day 20: Stargazing - Mer Hound x Nightsister Reader

Day 21: Get On With It - Siren Hunter x Doctor Reader

Day 22: Fishing for a Merman - Mer Howzer x Twi’lek Reader

Day 23: Understatement - Mer Mayday x Ice Dragon Reader

Day 24: Stories- Mer Slip x Mer Reader

Day 25: Sea Caves - Siren Fireball x Reader

Day 26: Sea Glass - Mer Nemec x Reader

Day 27: Actions- Selkie Samson x Jedi Reader

Day 28: The Sea Alor - Sea Alor Mer Jango x Harpy Reader

Day 29: The Heir - Mer Boba Fett x Kiffar Reader

Day 30: The Wait - Mer Fordo x Goddess Reader

Day 31: The Bet - Mer Alpha 17 x Sea Dragon Reader- NSFW

[imabeautifulbutterfly]

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 💚

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

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

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

WC: 1.4K

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

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

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

“I think we’re lost.” You mutter.

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

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

“Oh great.” You groan. 

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

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

“Like the sun?” You laugh.

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

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

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

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

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

You nod, pathetically. “P-please…” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You nod. “Y-yes.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Stars, yes.” You moan. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“My perfect girl.” He kisses you again. 

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

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

Gregor chuckles. “For the night.” 

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

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

[neyswxrld]

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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[coffeeandbatboys]

Sundown

Pairing: Captain Gregor x Reader

Author notes: so let’s pretend that this is TBB era Gregor who has a house with his cyare somewhere but still works with Rex, hm? 😂

Warnings: near fight, Gregor makes reader feel like crap and then feels really bad. Poor baby can’t stay mad for long. He’s stressed. But he makes up for it.

Never let the sun go down on your anger.

Isn’t that what everyone says?

“Mesh’la did you by any chance get the waste out this morning?” Gregor asks from the kitchen. The realization hits you like a nice big slap in the face.

“Kriff! No I didn’t.” You say, mentally kicking yourself.

You hear a frustrated groan and feel terrible. The waste company had to have come hours ago when you were both out of the house.

“I’m sorry,” you say guiltily, already making your way towards him.

“I reminded you yesterday,” He sighs, and you can practically feel the stress and disappointment radiating from it. You know that he’s been having tougher missions with Rex and losing brothers never gets easier. Your mishap has probably only made it worse, you think.

You want to help him but he’s already headed for the door, back rigid as he grabs his jacket.

When the door shuts, you’re left alone with your guilt.

Hours later, you hear the front door open and close, gentle footfalls leading your way. When Gregor finally reaches the bedroom where you’ve planted yourself with a box of tissues and tear stained cheeks, his guilty expression changes into panic.

“Oh Mesh’la….kriff. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you cry!” He rambles, darting to your side and taking your hands, apologizing over and over as he kisses your knuckles.

You sniffle and he wraps you in a hug, chin hooking over your shoulder.

“I’m so sorry, Mesh’la.” He says again, kissing along your shoulder.

“I’m the one that messed up,” You croak. “Why are you apologizing?”

He shakes his head and places a soft kiss to your neck.

“It was just an accident. I’m sorry I got mad about it.”

Your sniffles subside and he pulls away to rest his forehead against yours.

“Rex needs me.” He says, sadness lacing his tone. “I have to leave in the morning.”

Your heart sinks. You thought he’d be here longer this time, but plans always change.

A sound akin to a cry comes from your throat and you hug him back. His mouth find yours and then he’s kissing you fervently.

“I love you.” He murmurs, lips trailing to your cheek.

You lean into his touch. “I love you too. I’m sorry.”

He shakes his head slightly, a kiss placed to the top of your shoulder. “Are we okay?”

“Yeah.” You whisper.

He smiles softly against your skin. He lets go a hoarse giggle—and oh are they ever music to your ears.

“Then let me make it up to you cyar’ika.”

[meshla-cyarika]

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[vodika-vibes]

Could I please get female reader x the clone wars Gregor smut scenario that starts off with him finally making it back after getting his memory back and he's anxious to see his girl again after so long, but she's anxious about seeing him again because she's gained some stress weight and is worried about whether he'll still want her/be attracted to her, but he just goes even more feral for her the moment he sees her? Please and Thank either way ♡

As Beautiful As The Day I Lost You

Summary: Gregor has been gone, missing, for months. Missing, not dead. And when he comes back you can’t help but wonder if he’ll still want you.

Pairing: Captain Gregor x F!Reader

Word Count: 1130

Warnings: Smut (cockwarming)

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni

A/N: So...my smut developed feelings, so there's only a little smut here and a lot of feelings. I'm sorry.

You feel like you’ve been crying for days.

It’s almost as bad as when you found out that Gregor was MIA. Almost.

For the most part these are happy tears. Happy that he’s alive. Happy that he’s alright. Happy that he’s coming home. 

But there’s also anxiety tied into those tears.

What if he sees you and doesn’t want you anymore? You don’t look the same as you did when he went missing. You’ve gained some weight, due solely to stress, and you’ve changed a few things about yourself…the way you dress, the way you style your hair-

You nervously push your hand through your hair.

It would help if you had been allowed to talk to Gregor. But you haven’t. No one’s allowed you to speak to him. You were told that he’s okay, that he’s coming back, and that he had severe memory loss, which is why he went missing in the first place.

You were also reassured, by a frantic looking medic who looked terrified when you started crying about the memory loss thing, that Gregor does in fact remember you and that he’s very eager to see you and talk to you.

That had been several weeks ago. 

And now you’re just waiting. And you think that might be the worst part. 

Dread and excitement war with each other as you hear the door panel beep and the door slide open. Slowly you walk over to the door, your hands wrapped firmly around the hem of your shirt.

And there he is. 

Gregor is staring at you. He steps into the apartment and blindly smashes his fist against the door panel. His bag hits the floor at the same time as the door clicks shut. “Mesh’la,” 

And then the tears start, “Hi.”

Gregor swallows hard, and he takes several steps closer to you, but he pauses just short of touching you, “Sorry I’m late. I took a wrong turn, you see-”

You release a sobbing laugh and fling your arms around his neck, “It’s okay. You’re here now.”

His arms fold around you, hesitantly at first, and then tighter as he presses his face into your hair, “You cut your hair.”

“Yeah.”

“It looks good. You look amazing.” He exhales slowly, “As beautiful as the last time I saw you.”

You sniffle, “Really? I put on some weight-”

His arms tighten, “I didn’t notice. But if you did, it just means there’s more for me to love.” He pulls away slightly one of his hands coming up to press against your cheek, he lightly wipes a tear off of your cheek, a small smile crossing his face, “Beautiful.”

Gregor leans in and presses his lips against yours in a soft, loving, kiss. And you respond instantly, your arms sliding around his neck as you kiss him back. All of your anxiety fading away to nothing as he clutches your body to him as though no time has passed at all.

And, because you know Gregor, you aren’t surprised in the slightest when he starts walking you backwards. And you’re even less surprised when his hands dip under the hem of the shirt that you’ve been worrying for hours.

In fact, the only thing that surprises you, is that Gregor has the patience to wait until you’re securely in the bedroom before he’s tugging your clothes off and tossing them to the side. 

He doesn’t remove his hands from you for longer than it takes for him to remove your clothing, though. He doesn’t even try to remove his own, which you think is kind of unfair. 

And then he attaches his lips to that spot on your neck that never fails to make you melt for him, and you stop thinking about it.

Your fingers curl into the material of his shirt as he lowers you to the bed, his body pressed firmly against yours, his lips leaving dark marks on whatever bit of skin he can reach, and then, finally, he pulls back and settles himself between your thighs. 

His hands ghost down your sides, skirting over the sensitive skin of your breasts, teasing touches over the plush skin of your hips and thighs, and then they skim back up. 

“Beautiful,” Gregor whispers, “As beautiful as the day I lost you. And you’re all mine.” There’s something like awe in his voice. 

“I’ve always been yours.” You whisper, a soft noise of pleasure falling from you as his clever fingers trail down your body again and dip between your thighs. “Gregor-” His name falls from your lips in a sigh.

His fingers pause, and his gaze locks on your lips, “Kriff,” He breathes out, “I wanted to take my time with you. But now that I have you here, under me, I want nothing more than to be buried inside you.”

You reach up and lightly tug on his shirt, “We have all the time in the world, Gregor.” You whisper reassuringly, as you tug on his shirt again. 

Slowly, without breaking eye contact, Gregor peels his shirt off and tosses it to the side, and he carefully tugs his bottoms off and tosses them with the rest of the clothes to be dealt with later.

It seems to take a moment for him to decide what he wants to do, before his expression clears and he tosses some of the pillows off the bed and settles against the headboard, “Come here, mesh’la.”

You pout at him playfully, but crawl over to him and settle yourself over his cock, which is already hard and leaking. “All this for me?”

“I missed you,” Gregor says with a nervous giggle, before he grimaces, “Sorry.”

You press your hand against his cheek, “I missed you too.” Slowly, with his aid, you slide down his hard cock. It takes you a moment to adjust to him again.

“Slowly, baby. You don’t have to rush.” Gregor whispers, his hands tight on your hips when he sees you wince in discomfort.

“M’okay. It’s just been a while.” You reassure him as you slowly slide down the rest of him and settle right against him. You place your hands on his shoulders, and lean against him, taking a moment to just feel him. 

Stars, but you missed him, missed this, so much. 

You shift, to start moving on him, but Gregor tightly grips your hips, holding you still. “Let’s stay like this for a bit,” He murmurs, his forehead dropping to your shoulder, “Just for a little bit.”

You lightly trail your fingers through his hair, enjoying the closeness. Though you know you’ll only be able to remain still for so long.

For now, though, you just enjoy that he’s here and he’s back. He’s still your Gregor, even with the changes.

[mandos-mind-trick]

Going For A Ride

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

Pairing: Gregor x reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"But...what if I...smother you?" 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You're in for a long night. 

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So Good (Gregor x F!Reader)

Word Count: 1557

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“My pussy,” you answered.

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

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

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

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

“Better,” he asked.  

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You nodded. 

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

Tagging: @staycalmandhugaclone @trixie2023 @dukeoftheblackstar

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