#gregor x female reader

[wild-karrde]

I can't remember what I've sent! ;)

Howzer fanfic continues -- almost 3/4 done! Gettin spicy but all PG-13; a canon-compliant (I hope) backstory about Howzer, how he got to be who he is, and a lil love interest on the side. ;)

Gregor x Reader: a series of dates - cute ideas by drafthorsemath that I've been fleshing out!

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We always welcome self-recs and repeat recs around here! Howzer deserves all of the spice and romance (especially after everything he's been through, bless him). Also, love getting some backstory for him!

And first dates with Gregor? Nothing but fun.

Love both of these very much! Thanks so much for sending them in!

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[nahoney22]

🌺 Orchids Tech 🌺

Medical Flora

X Female Reader

word count: 1.2k

🌸 💐 Flower Fic Event 💐 🌸

My second fic for the clone flower event 🌸 read my Commander Fox one here 🌺 Check the tag #cloneflowerficevent to see more! 💐

warnings: None, fluff, mutual pining, friends to lovers 🌸💜

Other writers for this event include (will add links to each ficlet once writer has posted):

🌸 Myself - Tech | Fox

🌸 @jedi-hawkins - Kix | Echo | Crosshair

🌸 @moonstrider9904 - Howzer

🌸 @photogirl894 - Hunter | Wrecker | Fives

🌸 @eyecandyeoz - Waxer

🌸 @arctrooper69 🎂- Tup | Rex | Gregor

🌸 @l-lend - Wolffe

🌸 @dragonrider9905 - Hardcase

🌸 @totallyunidentified - 99 | Cody

“I appreciate you coming with me, by the way, Tech. Herbalism isn’t for everyone.” You chuckle as you bend down to inspect some nearby plants, using a scanner to check their properties.

After some members of your group had fallen ill, you asked Tech, quite reluctantly, to accompany you in finding a remedy. With credits scarce, medicine wasn't readily available to any of you.

“I do believe our best choice is to go to Felucia and seek out some Nysillin,” he says, looking around as he follows you. “But you are welcome.”

“We don’t have the time to go all the way to Felucia,” you sigh. While you partly agreed with him, it would take at least three rotations to get there from your current location, and none of you knew if the illness would spread or worsen in the meantime.

You stand up, and the two of you continue walking through the dense foliage, the air humid and slightly sticky. “If you see any flowers, point them out to me.”

Tech adjusts his goggles, scanning the area meticulously. “Understood. Though I must point out that identifying medicinal plants without a proper botanical reference could be inefficient.”

“I know, but we have to try something,” you reply, keeping an eye out for any potential remedies.

Your reluctance to Tech coming with you was simply from a place of feeling, precisely, your feelings for him. He made you both nervous and giddy but you knew nothing would ever come from it. So, instead you just relished in the time alone with him.

A few minutes later, Tech halts, his attention fixed on a cluster of vibrant orchids nestled among the greenery. “There,” he points, “those orchids might have some medicinal properties.”

You walk over to the orchids, marveling at their beauty. “Good eye, Tech. These could be promising.” You carefully gather a few specimens, making sure not to damage the stems and petals. Tech goes ahead and takes your scanner, beginning to analyse their chemical composition.

You crouch down beside him, looking at the scanner, curiosity piqued. “Can you tell me anything about them?”

“It states here that orchids have been known to possess a variety of medicinal compounds. With any luck, these might help mitigate the symptoms the others are experiencing,” he explains. Truthfully, some of his words go in one ear and out the other because you can't help but quietly admire him.

He turns his gaze to you, his eyes curious. “Do you believe these orchids will suffice?”

You snap out of your reverie, clearing your throat and looking down at the pile of scattered petals. “O-Oh, of course,” you say swiftly, helping Tech gather some into his backpack carefully.

You look back at the orchids, the soft mix of pink and purple flowers filling your senses. “These are so beautiful. Seems a shame to pick them.”

Tech looks at the flower and thinks for a moment. “I suppose they are nice on the eyes, yes.”

The next few moments feel like a dream as you watch Tech pluck a small strand from the bush. Your skin grows warm as he takes a hold of your chin with his thumb and index finger, turning your head towards him. Breath catching in your throat, you watch as he brushes your hair behind your ear and tucks an orchid into it. “I hope this will suffice,” he says softly.

You blink at him, taken aback. Where had that come from? Had he hit his head? Your silence lingers, and Tech suddenly realises his gesture was nothing short of flirtatious. “We,” his voice squeaks adorably, and he quickly clears his throat, “we should head back to the ship.”

You nod, still processing what just happened. “Yes, of course.”

As you walk back to the ship, the orchid in your hair has you recalling back to Tech did. His gentle words, his lingering touch on your skin… it was lovely. Tech walks beside you this time rather than behind, his usual composed demeanor slightly rattled, and you can’t help but smile at the thought of the brilliant, logical man having a tender, spontaneous side. Just for you.

You steal a glance at Tech, and your eyes lock. He looks slightly flustered, the tips of his ears turning a deep shade of red. As the Marauder comes into sight, you decide to take a gamble and stop. “Tech?”

He stops too, looking at you with curiosity. “Yes?”

“Thank you for coming with me. I know I already said that before, but I really appreciate your help.” Your voice is soft, and your fingers fidget nervously behind your back. “And for the flower in my hair… it was sweet of you.”

Tech smiles, taking a step closer. “You asked for my help, and I gave it. There is nothing to thank me for,” he says. His eyes flicker to the orchid in your hair and then back to you. “I apologize if this is forward, but I have always secretly favoured orchids. Both for their medicinal properties and, as you said before, they are beautiful and…” He trails off, his fingers flexing as he takes a deep breath, “and so are you.”

Your heart feels like it might burst from your chest, and your eyes glisten with unshed tears at his sweet words. Does this mean he likes you back? The possibility makes your heart race. But it could just be Tech being straightforward, yet you had never seen or heard him act this way with anyone else.

“Really?” you ask, the question sounding silly instead of just thanking him.

“Yes.”

You realize that you both have stepped closer to each other, your chests almost touching as he gazes down at you with gentle eyes. His gaze flickers from your eyes to your lips, but he’s nervous, and truthfully, so are you. Tech isn’t easy to read sometimes, making it hard to decide if he wants to kiss you or not.

You can feel his ragged breath on your face, his posture straight and stiff. So, you take the lead, standing on your toes and pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. You let it linger, smirking as you feel him take a sharp inhale of breath.

When you pull back, you gauge his reaction. He’s bewildered and quite in awe. Eventually, he breaks out into a grin, and reading the situation correctly, he places a hand on your cheek and slowly leans in. His nose brushes against yours, and his lips are about to meet yours until…

“Are you two back?” A voice calls from the ship, and you both jolt back, alarmed. You look to see Wrecker coming into view, rubbing his tired eyes. “Any luck?”

A wave of relief washes over you both, thankful that the intimate moment wasn’t fully interrupted, but both a little disappointed it didn’t happen. Tech gives you an apologetic look before following Wrecker, who retreats back inside.

That afternoon, you make a remedy with the orchids and hand cups to each of the batch, making sure they drink it all and monitoring their progress through the rest of the day. By the fourth hour, they are looking better than before, and you feel immense relief.

You and Tech don’t have time to speak about what happened that day, but when he is asleep in his bunk, you notice you still have some leftover petals. So, with a small thought, you retrieve his helmet and begin placing the flowers along the edges of the visor, scattering them along the top.

The next morning, your heart swells and you realise you’re completely smitten with him as you see Tech wearing his helmet, the cute still flowers adorning it. He doesn’t seem to mind them at all.

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[greycloudsinwinter]

What do you think of writing for yandere Jamie Lannister as sworn protector for female/male reader or Yandere Gregor Clegane poor reader 😂 or all of the kings guard sworn to protect reader 🤣😂

YANDERE PROTECTOR JAMIE LANNISTER X READER

🦁your feather needed someone to protect you since you were his only child .so he went to every lord to ask if any sons would die for you most refused and others were too dim witted to ever protect themselves let alone another.

🦁until tywin offered his son to protect you . Tywin wanted Jamie to inherit after him but Jamie chose being a knight . so to hurt Jamie more he made him your protector.

🦁Jamie was angry and hateful to everyone when he arrived and even too you at first. If you tried to talk to him usually his response was quick and snappy.

🦁but after he gets use to the life he was now living he couldn’t help but admire your kindness and beauty.

🦁rethinks his whole life and becomes delusional that you and him were born to be together.

🦁loves it when he fights someone to protect you it makes him feel powerful and feeds his ego.

🦁he has a soft spot for you a gentle side to him that he doesn’t show to anyone else .

🦁picks you flowers and gifts you small treasures.

🦁he uses his influence as a Lannister to good use.

🦁when it comes to rivals he gets rid of them very quickly and smoothly making it look like an accident.

🦁when you come of age to wed he goes into panick and then his brain flicks to one thing . If he ruins you and your purity then you would have to marry him. Screw the laws of being a knight all he cares about is you.

🦁if you escape him he becomes unhinged and will go to his father. And since Tywin’s favourite child is Jamie he will help him get you back.

🦁your wedding is big and exclusive only.

🦁it’s honestly scary how him being your protected turns into the very thing he was supposed to protect you from.

🦁once married he takes you too his home and keeps you safe and enclosed.

🦁he doesn’t care for children really as long as he has you . However if you did have kids he would love them since there an extension of you and him. But if he had to choose between you and the child it would be you.

🦁he is a dangerous obsessive yandere.

🦁overall one of the worst to have especially in this sort of situation.

🦁loves to write you love letters though ….

Thank you so much for this request ❤️❤️

[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.

[apocalyp-tech-a]

Season's greetings! This is my Clone XReader Life Day Exchange gift for @orbitalmirror for the @cloneficgiftexchange run by @ghostofskywalker!!! ❤️💚❤️

Prompts: “So for this Life Day thing, what do people do?” || “I’m not exactly inclined to trust clones.”

Words: 4625

Warnings: None except flirtation and some innocent kisses

Ao3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/61331332

A/N: I've only written Echo as a supporting character so I hope I did him justice and hope you, @orbitalmirror, enjoy the fic! (Sorry it's a little angsty at first!) ❤️💚❤️ Shout out to @eclec-tech for the impromptu brainstorming session in which she allowed me to use her refugee/Pabu twist on my Wookiee Life Day celebration premise. And thank you to @cloneficgiftexchange for running it!

A Wonderful Life Day 🎄 (Echo X Reader)

Ever since the clone troopers' hideout on Teth was compromised by a CX assassin, Echo and his renegade clone brothers had been on the run from the Empire and trying to find a new base of operations.  

The research facility on Tantiss and its head scientist were no longer a threat, but that didn't mean the Empire wouldn't be. Echo, Rex, Gregor, Howzer, and the other surviving clones that joined their band of brothers still had a lot of work to do. There were more clone troopers out there who needed their help and no time to stop and smell the roses.

Not only were clones in need of help, but many regular folks.  While Rex searched for a new base location, Echo continued to run missions on his ship, Remora. When picking up two clones who were deserting the Empire, he got more than he bargained for when the they insisted on bringing along a Wookiee family of seven members, a Twi'lek female, and two humans, one male, and one female: you.

You had been very iffy about taking refuge with the two clone troopers whom you had only met several weeks ago.   A Wookiee family had already taken refuge with you in your home after the crime of blowing up an Imperial credit exchange was pinned on them. You figured it to be an inside job so the true culprits could line their pockets and so the Empire could get some of the non-humans 'off world.'  

You were friends and worked with the matriarch of the family, Verbecca. Since you had grown a bond with the Wookiees and saw first hand what the Empire was up to, you felt the need to leave, too. You didn't mind leaving. The farther away you could get from the Empire, the better.  You didn't just want, but needed to see Verbecca and her family to safety.

You were not so sure the clones, Kent and Leviathan, or Levi for short, or their contact were trustworthy, however. They were as guarded as you when you talked to them to make sure everything would go according to plan, but overall they did seem willing to help. 

You boarded the ship with a satchel containing a few changes of clothes, a memory stick with photos and documents, your life savings, and some other odds and ends mementos. You didn't mind having your life packed into one bag that you could carry with you. There were many others who were not so lucky to have even that.

The other refugees all took seats in the main hold while you sat in a corner by yourself near the cockpit to see if you could get a peak at where you were heading. You were trying to have faith that the clones would hold to their promise and be ready for anything if they didn't. After all, you had seven Wookiees on your side and you were familiar with the old saying about how they were strong enough to pull an arm out of its socket.

The pilot of the ship, who introduced himself as Echo, was a clone trooper unlike any you had ever seen before. He had an implant that wrapped around his bald head and covered his ears and an interesting set of armor in rich autumn colors that juxtaposed against his pale skin yet somehow matched his serious demeanor. He stood in the doorway between the cockpit and the hold after the ship jumped to hyperspace. 

"Excuse me, Echo. Where are we going?" you ventured to ask.

Leaning against the door jam, he folded his arms, one which you only now noticed had a prosthetic scomp attachment on the end. You wondered if he had a run-in with a Wookiee...

"Somewhere safe," he said in a very deep and confident voice.

You could not help but be suspicious though as it was a somewhat purposely vague answer. "That hardly sounds comforting."

"I'm afraid you're just going to have to trust me."

"I'm not exactly inclined to trust clones." You didn't mean it to come out so bluntly, but your recent experience with the Empire wasn't in their favor.

"And I'm not exactly inclined to trust anyone but my brothers," he countered with a little bit of a stern and defensive stance.

On one hand you had seen the clone troopers basically transform overnight, from regular stationed soldiers under the Republic to the strict occupational forces of the Empire. The citizens they were once supposed to protect, were now subjected to a loss of freedoms, forced to have chain codes and curfews.

On the other hand, you remembered them once being honorable and chivalrous, and you knew how much the clone troopers suffered throughout the Clone Wars. Certainly Echo seemed to have suffered some sort of injury to have so many bionic implants and a prosthetic. You also heard hearsay about how they had been treated after. There was no helping the leaden feeling in your belly for being insensitive, especially to someone who so far did seem to be trying to help you and a cabin full of beings he never met before.

The thing that bothered you the most though was the change in his expression from just casual and conversational to really feeling offended. His grayish, hazel-brown eyes pierced through your sarcastic slip. Eyes that you knew had seen quite a bit more than yours, even though yours opened for the first time long before his.

Or maybe your eyes were just opening now as you suddenly truly saw the clone, no, man, for who he was. His chiseled features were paled by the rigors and misfortunes of war, but somehow that struck you even more. There was a story or two there and you wanted to know more about this mysterious trooper.

You could not apologize enough for your indiscretion. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to insinuate that you were untrustworthy. I- I-we,” you stammered and then sighed. “We've been through so much.  But I do appreciate everything you've done. Truly."

Echo relaxed some. Maybe he was a little harsh, maybe it was the duress of what happened on Teth, Tantiss, and the galaxy in general.  Always on the run since he was born and even when he was stuck in one place, in stasis, it was hardly restful. "It's all right. To be honest, clones aren't any different from anyone else. I've had my fair share of run-ins with certain untrustworthy clones, and a mess hall fight or two."

You appreciated his forgiving candor. "Mess hall fights? We called them food fights back in school. Hard to imagine you getting mixed up in one, let alone two,” you said with a little more levity trying to make him forget your earlier snarky attitude.

"Well, sometimes loyalty means more than not getting in trouble." Now it was Echo's turn to fondly remember all of his brothers and the shenanigans they had that Echo tried to stop but always somehow got stuck right in the thick of. A nostalgic smile spread across his lips.  

"So, you do smile," you remarked to him. It was nice to see. Up to now, he seemed all business.

"Once in a while.” He huffed a laugh. “I try not to make a habit of it. People might get the wrong idea.”

That was a puzzling statement and you wondered what he meant by it. There actually was a little disappointment in your demeanor as it seemed maybe the wrong idea was you entertaining the thought that he could like you, even as just a friend. But more and more as you gazed up at him, you couldn't help wondering if you could be more than that which was absurd considering you had just met him and never took any interest in any other clone that had been stationed on your homeworld.

The Wookiees vocalizing in conversation and whimpering caught your attention away from those spiraling thoughts.

Echo sighed as he observed the seven Wookiees he had not expected to be picking up. "Kind of wish Tech or Hunter were here."

"Well, looks like there's plenty of tech on the ship.” Your eyes wandered around to all of the blinking lights and machinery. “And I think the Wookiees had their fair share of run-ins with hunters."

“That sounds like something Tech would say,” Echo chuckled again. Or even Wrecker, but Echo kept that to himself so as not to confuse you more. "Tech and Hunter are my brothers,” Echo clarified. “Clones."

"Oooohhhh.... Of course. Oops." You laughed nervously.

Echo found himself enjoying talking to you, and to be honest, looking at you, so he gave a more detailed answer to prolong the conversation. "Tech has a translator on his helmet. And Hunter, well, he understands Shyriiwook. Just don't ask him to speak it."  He face contorted into a comical grimace which you found endearing.

You laughed. "I'll keep that in mind. Non-Wookiees attempting their language is certainly very entertaining. Don't ask me how I know.” You winked playfully. “I don't speak it, but I do understand them,” you said with a gesture of your head towards your Wookiee friends. "They hope they can celebrate Life Day wherever they're going." When Echo stared at you with a quizzical silence, you added, "It's a holiday.”

Echo nodded. "So, for this Life Day thing, what do they do?”

“They celebrate family, joy, and harmony. On Kashyyyk, they traveled to the World Tree which was decorated with glowing blue orbs and there is also a big feast and other festivities and traditions based on tribal affiliation."

"Oh, that one. Yeah, I've heard about it. Well, we can't take them to Kashyyyk. The Empire is active there, as well as Trandoshan hunters, speaking of those. It's not safe.”

"Maybe we can help them celebrate wherever it is you're taking us," you said as more of a personal, out loud brainstorming rather than a suggestion to Echo, but he seemed to have taken it to heart.

"Hmm,” Echo hummed thoughtfully. He didn't know why he had taken such an interest in you or the Wookiees' plight, but he had an idea. “Maybe. I'll comm ahead to our destination. They might be able to help."

You smiled and Echo couldn't help but feel a little relief that maybe you trusted him more than when the conversation began, and furthermore, he didn't know why it mattered so much to him, but he headed back to the cockpit a little lighter in his step.

*

When you arrived at your destination, you were surprised to see that you were on an island paradise surrounded by beautiful waters sparkling with sunshine. A swirly tower sat atop a huge labyrinth of smaller structures that consisted of homes and shops.  There was rugged, yet beautiful architecture and pretty flowers everywhere.  It looked like the vacation posters you would see in the city tram stations to destinations that you could never afford to go to, or have anyone to go with. No wonder Echo wanted to keep it on the down low.

A stray thought entered your mind, maybe Echo could walk on the beach with you...

You and the other passengers walked down the ramp and were greeted officially by the Mayor of the island, Shep Hazard.  He welcomed you all with a handshake as well as his daughter, Lyana, and a woman with purple hair, Phee Genoa. Phee walked off with one of Echo's brothers who stood out for the goggles he wore.  They escorted Kent and Levi to perform some surgical procedure from what you overheard.

“Will they be okay? I heard the word surgery,” you asked Echo with concern.  It didn't play very well into your trouble with trust.

“Yeah,” he sighed with a hint of relief. “Yeah. They'll be fine.”

You were still concerned, but couldn't ask any more questions because a little, blonde girl ran and gave Echo a big hug then whispered something near his ear. Echo nodded at you with the subtlest hint of smile and you knew that the secret she was telling him had something to do with a Life Day celebration. Since there were smiles and cheerful expressions among the island's other greeters, you figured it was good news and your distrust was once again unwarranted. You nodded and smiled with understanding and appreciation before being whisked off to your new lodgings along with the Wookiees who you were happy to find out would be your neighbors!

*

As the early afternoon passed, you found yourself thinking a lot of Echo, wondering if you would see him again, or if he would be off on another refugee pick-up.  But even so, he would come back eventually.  But you would also probably be spending all that time thinking about him as you did today.  There was just something about him.

When the sun was about to set, the little girl who had hugged Echo earlier came knocking on your door with Lyana.

“Hello. I'm Omega!” she said excitedly. “We're here to collect you for the celebration!”

“Come on!” they exclaimed in unison, skipping backward and encouraging you with a beckoning arm gesture.

Lyana clapped her hands with enthusiasm. “It's time to celebrate! Follow us!”

As they went about gathering the rest of the refugees, both old and new, you ran in to Kent and Levi, now with bandages on their heads. “Are you guys okay?” you asked them.

“Never been better,” Kent replied with a broad smile. “How's the Wook family doing?”

“They're great. They have a hovel right next to mine and they're relieved to be safe. I couldn't be happier for them.” You stopped and faced them. “I also couldn't be happier for you. I just wanted to apologize about any doubt I had.”

“We understand,” Levi said. “We had our own doubts about Echo to be honest. But sometimes you have to trust your gut.”

Your heart fluttered a little, almost as it was a sign telling you to do the same. “Yeah. That is very good advice,” hoping your smile didn't give away your friendly aspirations toward Echo.

“Come on!” Omega and Lyana continued to wrangle everyone up long and windy steps to the courtyard atop the island after they had gotten all of the new refugees. The Wookiee children roared with just as much excitement.

Many of Pabu's citizens were already gathered around the great Weeping Maya tree in the center of the courtyard decorated with lights and seashells painted blue to emulate the traditional glowing orbs.  Wearing what red clothing they could find, a shirt here, a scarf there, they did their best to emulate the red robes of the holiday on Kashyyyk,

Gryrrrwarcca, the patriarch of the Wookiee family, stood before the tree with Verbecca, their three children, his brother in law, and an old family friend. He and Verbecca began a ceremonial speech that few understood, but listened intently nonetheless.

One of those not understanding was Echo who when you turned your head to the right, was magically standing next to you. You gasped in surprise even though you were happy to see him, especially after wondering if you would. “You're here!?” you said with a bit of a questioning inflection mixed with excitement.

“Yeah. I figured you would be the best person to stand next to since you can translate,” he said a little sheepishly with his hand rubbing the back of his neck.

You translate what Gryrrrwarcca just vocalized: "He said: 'Oh great tree, we thank thee for your joyous blessings.'”

Verbecca spoke next. You translated again. “She said: 'For the life of every plant and creature, big and small, living in harmony.'"

Now all of the Wookiees and some in the crowd chanted as one.

"'We all are family.'"

Gryrrrwarcca held his arms up in a welcoming gesture  and roared a pleading prayer. Verbecca growled and roared a hopeful wish.

“He said: 'May the balance of life return' and she said: 'Happy Life Day to all, thank you for your generosity and hospitality.'”

"I couldn't have said it better myself," Shep followed with a closing speech. "We are all family, and we are grateful to welcome you to our island and hope you, and all refugees, flourish in this sanctuary.  Happy Life Day!"  Shep now mimicked Gryrrrwarcca's outstretched arm pose to be rewarded with a big hug that lifted him off the ground from the Wookiee patriarch.  Cheers from the gathered crowd followed.  Your eyes teared up because it was a lovely feeling to be part of an inclusive and compassionate society.  You only wished more galactic citizens could live like this and that there was more you could do to help them.  

When you looked up at Echo to smile at him because he helped make this possible, you couldn't tell if your eyes, blurry from your own tears, were tricking you or not.  But it looked like his eyes which looked at you so sternly on the ship, were now looking at you with equal emotion for the beautiful ceremony you both had just witnessed.

*

The feast was grand.  You got to meet Echo's family.  Tech was the name of the one with goggles and apparently he and Phee had something going on.  (Maybe there was hope for you yet.)  The other one whose name you heard before, Hunter, would not oblige you with a sample of his Shyriiwook, sadly.  Wrecker was the largest clone you had ever seen and had a heart to match; he hit it off very well with the Wookiees.  And there was one more, Crosshair, who didn't say too much unless sarcasm was involved, which you low key appreciated.

After that you got pulled away to the festivities.  Some young clone cadets handed out blue snowcones meant to represent the blue Life Day orbs. Gryrrrwarcca's children enjoyed those most and you translated that they politely requested seconds which they slurped up gratefully and insisted on being a new Life Day tradition.  There was a band that sang some old Life Day carols.  There were some games and competitions which involved sports balls painted blue and even some dancing.

You saw Echo talking to another woman. She was very attractive and you couldn't help feeling a little pang of jealousy.

After she walked away, you meandered casually over to him. "Who's that?" You asked trying to be as uninterested as possible.

"Emerie?" Echo asked completely aloof that it was out of a curiosity spurned by the ever slightest amount of jealousy. "She's a doctor. A science doctor. Doctor Emerie Carr."

"How do you know her? Is she a refugee like me?"  Once again you tried to sound as disinterested as possible, but you had a feeling that you were failing at that.

Echo wasn't as bad as Tech, but he knew his brothers would waste no time teasing him for not always being exactly aware of when he was being flirted with. Who could blame him? He knew he was very by the books to use an old turn of phrase. His cadet mates didn't tease him about reading the GAR regulation manual for nothing. But your interest in Dr. Carr coupled with questions about any relationship he might have with her finally tipped him off.

"She's a clone, like me. That makes her my sister, I guess." Echo paid attention to your facial features as you reacted and just as he suspected, there was a sense of relief in your eyes and the relaxation of the muscles around your mouth even betraying your own emotional caution when a subtle smile got past your defenses.  

"I didn't know there were female clones," you remarked with genuine curiosity.

Echo huffed a laugh. "Neither did we. Omega is our sister, too." He couldn't help but smile at you, he wanted to put you at ease, to let you know you could trust him, especially after what you said when you first met. Considering that you seemed to single him out for conversation, he had a feeling you did.

He continued. "Emerie helps us find more of our brothers and rescue them from the Empire."

Your mind did a brief calculation of all the times you tried to help others, like Verbecca and her family, checking in on your elder neighbors on your homeworld, even volunteering for various causes. You were no doctor like Emerie, but you knew you were capable and skilled in other areas that might be useful.  And you wanted to repay the kindness you had been shown, especially by Echo.  "Is there any way I can help?"

Echo had not expected you to offer, especially after just arriving to a safe haven that was also picturesque and peaceful. It was pleasant surprise though, because to be honest, they needed all the help they could get. Plus, he'd get to have more conversations with you.  And see you as well.  There was no denying he was attracted to you, and it wasn't like any attraction he ever felt before.  Without sounding too eager, he finally replied, "I'm sure we can find a way. You've already done so much for Grrocca."  

You could not stifle a giggle.

Echo furrowed his forehead. "What? What's so funny?"

"Gryrrrwarcca."

"That's what i said. Grrrreerocca."

With your hand covering your mouth, even though there was no way to hide it, you laughed again. "Close enough.” You smiled cheerfully, but soon became serious. “But that was you and the great people of Pabu here. Not me. I only translated."

"Not only translated. You took them in, protected them, escorted them offworld to make sure the Empire didn't get 'em, leaving behind your life on your homeworld. That's more than you think." Echo could not help but admire your selflessness.  He knew all too well what it was like to lose one's home.

Compliments were not something you took very well, and much to your chagrin, it was probably showing in your sheepish expression and body language.  You nervously glanced down at the water in the distance.  "I just like to help people."  You shrugged your shoulders then looked back at Echo.  "And I'd like to help you.  Any way I can."

"Just like I always say, we can use all the help we can get."  Echo watched as your gaze went back out to the ocean.  "You keep looking out to the ocean.  You're not thinking of going for a swim are you?  Apparently there's some pretty big fish out there.  With even bigger teeth."  

"I think I had enough fish at the feast."  You smirked sarcastically.  "I did think about taking a walk on the beach though," you said hoping Echo would get the hint that you wanted him to go, too.

Echo knew what you were asking and he replied in the same subtle manner.  "There's a lot of winding walkways and alleys, like a maze.  I wouldn't want you to get lost."  He started walking.  "Come on."

Echo was right, there were a lot of walkways and steps that had no particular pattern that you wouldn't be able to decipher without giving it much thought.  Finally, you reached the sand at the base of the huge island.  The sound of the waves lapping at the shore was music to your ears.  "This is the first time I've ever seen an ocean," you softly announce as you stare in wonder at the surf and sky of orange, pinks, and blues.

"Really?"  Echo was taken aback by that confession.  He had been too so many different worlds.  Sometimes he forgot some people never left their planet let alone their home town.

"Landlocked. Not even a lake nearby."  You don't know if it was the Life Day brew you drank, the emotions of the day turning out so perfect after worrying so much, of leaving your homeworld behind and seeing an ocean for the first time, or simply being in close proximity to someone you felt a real connection with, but you were overwhelmed with gratitude.  “Thank you for rescuing us and setting up Life Day for my friends.” Before you knew it you were on your tip toes to give Echo a kiss on the cheek. You gasped after doing it, knowing that you had made yet another indiscretion. “Oh, I'm sorry, that was a little forward, I just am so grateful for your help, and it's just so lovely here, and you're so lovely, and I just wanted to thank you.” You winced smacked your forehead at your gushing and rambling.

Echo meanwhile was quite amused by your explaining away of the little peck on his cheek. If he was being honest, he wouldn't mind if it were more than that. After a little chuckle at your expense which was only fair after you laughed at his rather poor Wookie name pronunciation, he placed a hand on your shoulder.  “It was my pleasure to help them, and you.” He then took your hand and brought it to his lips, giving it a little peck as you did to his cheek, but he had a hard time letting go of your hand and instead held on to it.  “You sure you want to leave behind the safety of this place. This view?” 

You couldn't deny, the transition from sunset to twilight sky over the water, the sound of the ocean waves, the balmy breeze, and smell of flowers, and salty sea air were enticing. But you needed to trust your gut, and your heart.  “I can think of a much nicer view than this.” You gestured with a flick of your hand towards the sea and then gazed up into those steely eyes, which seemed to soften the more you peered into them.

Echo brushed your hair from your face, admiring the features that made you, you. None so spectacular as your eyes that seemed to see what made him, him. The more he stared into your eyes, the more he understood the simple wish behind them. He tipped his head down, continuing to read your expression, relieved to understand that you welcomed his own forwardness, but he dare not forego being a gentleman. "May I?"

You were sure your eyes were twinkling as much as the stars appearing one by one in the sky as you let Echo know that you welcomed his affection and trusted him implicitly.  "Yes."  You smiled.

Echo leaned down and gave you a soft kiss on the cheek as you did to him, but let his lips linger a little longer than yours had.  It was the first time in a long time that he felt like he didn't have to rush or worry about anything.  "It's just that it's so lovely here, and you're so lovely."

It was a lovely moment, but you couldn't help a small laugh.  "It sounds like you're echo-ing what I said earlier."  You smirked with a raised eyebrow, even though you knew it was sincere and not teasing.  You just trusted he actually  meant it, because you knew he was one of the most trustworthy and honest men you'd ever met.

"Why do you think my name is Echo?" he quipped with a playful shrug of his shoulders.

Your smile was probably big and goofy, but you didn't care.  You squeezed his hand which was still holding yours affectionately.  "You know, I think it's fitting to celebrate Life Day here.  It's like we all get a second chance at life.  And other things," you said coyly.  

"And other things," Echo smiled, something he found himself doing more since meeting you.  "Couldn't have said it better myself.  Happy Life Day."

"Happy Life Day, Echo."

[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.

[mandos-mind-trick]

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[madwomansapologist]

Can you do a oberyn martell x reader x ellaria sand ?

Can it be that you are a powerfull and sstunning woman leader and warrior and you reject them because you think they dont know struggle feels like , and you meet dany and fall in love with her eventually becoming queen and ...welll queen?

burn it | Oberyn Martell, Ellaria Sand, Daenerys Targeryen

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synopsis: As the commander of the Martell's army, you dream about the day where your people would finally destroy the Lannisters. You share your life with Oberyn Martell, one of the greatest warriors that ever existed, and Ellaria Sand, a woman whose mind is as sharp as yours. It was perfect. Until you meet the dragon.

warnings: female!reader. Elia Martell needs to be avenged. Gregor Clegane needs to die. Lannisters death implied. Eddard Stark my beloved, my hero, the best man Westeros could ever had, my one and only savor. Imagine if the plot line with the Lannisters in Dorne and Daenerys conquering Westeros hapenned at the same time.

note: thanks for your request! So... I could never write those characters as weak cuz I love them and their arcs and actually I think that Oberyn is one of the best characters ever written, so I didn't follow your request in the exact way you wanted. Either way, I hope you like it!

When you're born in a war, you need to understand that no one but your side is human. If you don't, you curse yourself. Because thats gonna be a moment when you'll treat your enemy as a human and that will be the cause of your fall. You never committed that mistake.

Resentful is a great word to describe you. To describe how your mind works. You learned to divided the world in two: the ones by your side and the ones that need to be destroyed. Its only you and them against the world. You, Oberyn and Ellaria.

Few can say they found one great love in Westeros. And you have found two.

Oberyn offers you the tenderness that none could imagine coming from a warrior. You don't fear him seeing your wounds and scars: Oberyn's skin match yours. His pain feels like home. His gentle touch, sharp words, dirtiest smiles: Oberyn was made to defy you.

Ellaria helds you with a security that none could imagine coming from a bastard. You don't fear her hearing your worst thoughts and filthy truths: Ellaria's mind match yours. Her pain feels like home. Her rough hands, straight demands, dirtiest words: Ellaria was made to mirror you.

"The Lannister's ships were seen crossing the Narrow Sea."

Lying your head on Ellaria's chest, feeling the tip of her fingers slowly carresing the naked skin of your back, you almost didn't hear his words. You opened your eyes, glaring at Oberyn. Sitting on the other side of the bed, his dark eyes stared at the celling.

"And what we gonna do?" Ellaria asked. "They are too powerful." Ellaria would keep talking, but she felt your smile against her skin. "Whats on your mind, my lady?"

"The Lannisters are powerful." You supported yourself on your elbowns. Your humid hair, humid because of what them made to you, fell in front of your eyes. Ellaria tucked your hair behind your ear. "But thats not their land."

"So you want to judge them?" Ellaria licked her lips. "I think we could do that."

"No." You reply. Oberyn's stare burned your cheeks. "Lannisters are the ones that love judgments. I don't have energy to waste with their intricate lies. I want a war."

Oberyn disagreed. "We need a judgment. We need to hear to truth. We need to punish them with more than just a sword."

"We would win a war, but a judgment? Have you already forgotten what they did to Eddard Stark? I've never meet a more honorable man, and he was executed for treason. We can win a war."

"Eddard was executed because he was so honorable." Oberyn approached you, moving on the mattress. "We can do better than him. If we play it right we can end their bloodline."

"It don't feel right." You look deeply inside his dark eyes. "My lord, trust me. I feel it in my bones."

"I trust you. With my life. So trust me. We can make them pay." Oberyn slid his callused hands across the row of your column. "Unbowed."

Ellaria kissed his free hand. She made her choice, and it was to trust Oberyn. Looking at you, she let the words slide across her lips. "Unbent."

It didn't seem right. It wasn't the right choice. But nothing would stop Oberyn. Elia was your queen, but she was his sister. 'Was'? Can death separate brothers? Elia is his sister. Not even death can transform a 'is' into a 'was'.

"Unbroken." You ended, crawling to them.

"Repeat that."

You must have heard it wrong. You totally heard it wrong. That is no chance you didn't heard it wrong.

"Dragons." One of your sworn squires told you. "Three dragons."

Followed by your personal guard, armed with your usual weapons of choice, your horse was a extension of your body. You put on your armor to no look weak. You wouldn't look threatening, not with three dragons around you, but you couldn't look weak. The path circling the Sea of Dorne wasn't a concern of yours, all you could think about was Daenerys Targaryen.

She made her way from Dragonstone to Dorne. Why? No ship, no men, no army, but three dragons. If she wanted a war, she would win. But she asked for you. Daenerys Targaryen asked for you. You can't look weak, but that was no reason to go armed for a war.

Approaching the bay, you already could see them. Those dragons made you think about death. About how easy it could be for you to die because they felt hunger. Because they were bored. Because they didn't like your scent. If you didn't need to look strong, if you were just a soldier and not a general, you would be crying of fear.

Carressing what seem to be a squama, all you could see was the long blonde braided hair. Her clothes somehow reminded you of her dragons. You heard that she wasn't a warrior, but now you see what she is: a conqueror. The valyrian blood run in her veins.

"You asked for me." The crash of the waves, whatever the noises dragons made were called, made you scream to be heard. You leave your horse and squires behind, an act of trust.

When she turned it was difficult to not gasp. Daenerys Targaryen. Her beauty wasn't exaggerated. Or her guts. A Targaryen in Dorne? She may have dragons, and it did took you by surprise, but the history shows what your people did to them before.

The only way to defeat Dorne is by turning it into ash. Daenerys don't look like someone that would waist her time on that task.

Daenerys released her dragons. He flew away. She didn't even stumbled with the force of his jump. "Every Small Counsil needs a Lord Commander."

It wasn't a order. A request. A beg. It was just a simple phrase. And with something so simple she said more than anyone could. The Small Counsil server the ruler of the Seven Kingdoms.

"I am not a lord."

She look and talk like a conqueror. "And I am not a king."

Your smirk made Daenerys felt something different. Something warm.

"Thats a thing a lot of people before you tried to change without success", you started. "I fight for Dorne."

"But who said you would have to choose between Dorne or my offer?", said Daenerys. Her violet eyes seen to glow. "You're at one 'yes' of ending the Lannisters. At one 'yes' of avenging Elia."

You tried not to look tempted. "The Lannisters are under my watch. You offer me nothing I don't already own."

Daenerys took a deep breath.

"Don't lie to me. Don't lie to yourself. People here want justice, a confession, a proper judgment. You don't need that. Not only you don't need, but you don't believe it would work. What you want, what you know would be the best, is to feel the warm blood on your hands. Thats something I can give you."

You looked back. Your little army was far enough to not hear a word of what is being said. And her dragons are loud enough to make you certain of that.

"Why are you offering this to me?"

"Because you hate those who I hate. They killed your queen. They killed my brother, my father, the kids your queen foal."

It wasn't enough. "Lannisters collect enemies. If you want me to be honest, than do the same. Why me?"

"I need a Commander that I can trust. I need a Commander that won't forgot their words and kill me when winds change. I need a Commander that will kill whoever needs to be killed and defend whoever needs to be defended." Daenerys smile at you. "You are loyal to a dead queen. If I avenge her, would you be loyal to a living one?"

Daenerys took off her leather gloves. She reached out for you, showing her pale hand. "All you need to do is to make a feast. Have your fun, but make sure to lock all Lannisters in the room. I will make the rest."

It was difficult. The most difficult choice you ever made. But you couldn't lie to yourself.

You didn't took her hand into your. You didn't opened your mouth ou decorated your face with a smile. You bowed.

"My Khaleesi."

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[carolinetano7567]

A little Rex x female Jedi reader thingy cuz I’m bored. 😂

Everything had seemed to play out in slow motion. Of the hundreds of troopers that had surrounded you, it was hard to tell from which blaster the shot came. You were lying on the ground, gasping for breath as incinerating pain shot up from your abdomen and squeezed the breath from your chest. You still gripped your lightsaber in your hand, but you knew you were now useless with it. Rex had warned you about this mission. You knew it would be risky…but you never anticipated getting shot. Your head lurched back as another wave of pain washed over you, greater than the others. You needed a medic…or any kind of help for that matter. Rex, Gregor, and Echo were nearby picking off the remaining troopers; you could hear the sounds of the struggle although your ears were ringing. 

“Rex…” You coughed weakly. You knew your voice would never reach him. His focus was on the enemy. But perhaps— perhaps there was another way. 

You shut your eyes, and sucked in a deep, shaky breath. Despite the blazing pain coming from your abdomen, years of training at the Jedi Temple kicked in as you cleared your mind, save for one face. 

“Rex,” You whispered, desperately reaching for him through the Force. 

“Rex,” Your head started to spin, and you were brought back to the chaotic sounds of the battlefield after a moment’s peace. Your eyes rolled back into your head as the wound steadily pulsed with excruciating pain. You felt your hands starting to tremble. 

Then Rex shouted out your name. Strong, clear, and distinct amongst blaster fire, and cries of struggle. Your entire body felt like it was made of concrete, but you weakly rolled your head to the side to see Rex dashing across the battlefield to reach you. 

It had worked. Any storm troopers that stood in his path he cut down without hesitation as he skidded to your side. He dropped to his knees, and started examining you; all the while muttering curses under his breath. 

“Ah no. No, no, no, no, no.” He panted. He slid his arm around your neck, but you could feel your consciousness beckoning to slip away.  He looked down at you, his eyes wide and full of fear. 

“Just hang in there, y/n.” He whispered. You could hear how terrified he was in his tone. 

“Gregor!” He barked. “We need a med pack! Now!” His eyes darted about wildly as you heard Gregor call “I’m on it, Rex!” 

“Just stay with me, alright?” Rex looked back down at you. “Stay with me.” His voice was barely audible. With all the strength you could muster, you lifted your shaking hand, and caressed his cheek. He leaned into your touch, and overlapped your small hand with his. You could feel that he was shaking. 

“Rex, I can’t…” You gasped as the pain intensified. Rex brought you closer to himself, and pressed your hand to his chest. 

“You have to try.” He whispered, his brow creased in sorrow. “Please I— I can’t loose you.” 

You knew it wasn’t up to you, but you dreaded all the things you would never see again. The sunrise, the stars…Rex smiling. You loved him more than anything, and now he would never know. A tear trailed down your cheek, and Rex’s breath got caught in his throat. 

You wanted to say so much, but had not the strength. 

“I’m…sorry.” Was all you managed with a wry grin. 

Rex breathed your name, and held you tightly. “No…no, please.” He begged, his eyes brimming with tears. Your head rolled back, and you slipped into quiet darkness. 

“Light.” Was the first thing you thought. You were lying against something soft, and there was a white light spilling over you. As you further awoke, your senses started to reboot. Your abdomen pulsed with a dull ache, but you felt comfortable in the position you were in. You blinked your bleary eyes a few times as they adjusted to the light of the med bay. You recognized it to be the one in Rex’s ship. Then it registered in your mind, that your hand was clasped by something warm, and firm. Turning your head to the side, you see Rex, hunched over asleep by your bedside. Your hand was folded between his. You blushed, and your chest swelled with a happy breath. 

Straining a bit, you pushed yourself up, and laid your hand on Rex’s shoulder. 

He jolted up, and blinked a few times; disoriented. 

“Oh thank the Maker.” He heaved when he saw you. He took your hand again, and gently rubbed his thumb across it. 

“It’s warm.” He whispered, smiling down at it. You then felt the little wet drop of a tear atop your hand. 

“It’s been so cold…” Rex shut his eyes, and tried to steady himself. 

You smiled at him, realizing that he probably hadn’t left your side. 

“How long were you sitting there?” You softly asked. 

“That doesn’t matter.” Rex gave a slight chuckle. 

“Yes,” you contradict, grinning. “It does.” 

Rex sighed, and sat down beside you. “As long as it took for you to wake up.” He shrugged. Your heart started to beat faster. 

“Thank you.” You whispered as tears welled up in your eyes. You blinked and they started to fall. 

“There now, none of that.” Rex grinned, and gently brushed them away with his thumb. “You heal up now, you hear?” He asked, regaining his composure. “And maybe I’ll arrange an—excursion for the both of us.” He turned red, and scratched the back of his head. 

“I’d like that very much.” You smiled, and brushed a hair back behind you ear. “An excursion for the two of us, it is.” 

[footy-fictionist]

The biggest support - Nico Schlotterbeck

Pairing: Nico Schlotterbeck x female reader

Warnings: fluff, interactions between the reader and teammates, Marco Reus' wife and daughter are mentioned, the schalke game, little bit of an argument but really just mentioned, mentions of having kids one day, bit of teasing from Karim

Word count: 2370

Note: As always English is not my first language. I know not a lot of people are Schlotterbeck lovers, but this is probably the imagine I love most. It's probably also why it's the longest. I don't know anyone personally, so I don't know what they're like. It has the Schalke game in it, but other than that it's completely fictional. If I missed anything in the warnings, please let me know. Please, do not copy and/or publish my work, reblogging is fine.

Today is the day of the game against Schalke, the revierderby. Nico absolutely couldn’t wait for it. It’s one of the most important games of the season and the last one they won at the Westfalen stadium. As his girlfriend she also remembered how much he loved that game. And she did too, the atmosphere in the stadium, the support of the fans. Even the cursing at each other’s clubs had her cracking up. She had admired how passionate Nico was playing during that game and how happy he was after. 

But this time, the game would be played at the VELTINS-Arena. She wanted to go and watch the game live at the stadium, but Nico didn’t agree. Since this is quite a heated game with a lot of passionate fans, he’s afraid something might happen to her. And that is something he doesn’t want at all, the idea already makes him shiver. So he suggested she stay at home and that she invites Karim since he wouldn’t be fit for the game yet. It caused a bit of an argument, with her wanting to be at the stadium and him wanting her to stay home where she’s 100% safe. She knew she wouldn’t win though, so eventually she agreed (albeit quite grumpily). 

Since she’s quite stubborn she was grumpy right up until he had to leave for the game. And of course she couldn’t stay grumpy when he left. She got a little emotional whilst wishing him good luck, hating the fact that she couldn’t be there in person for him during such an important game. He understood why she was upset and comforted her, thanking her for the luck she wished him and thanking her for staying safe and giving him some peace of mind before the game. They share a tight hug and a kiss, with her holding him a little longer than necessary, not that he complained. 

After he left she did some more tidying up, making sure everything was set to watch the game with the lads. She had asked Karim if he wanted to watch with her after her argument with Nico and he immediately asked if he could bring some of the other injured/unfit teammates too. To which she agreed of course. The boys are great company and Marco agreed to bring his partner and little girl as well. So it turned into a whole football watching party. Not too long after tidying up and putting on one of Nico’s jerseys, the doorbell rings.

She opens the door to find Karim, Youssoufa, Marco with Scarlett and their little girl, Julian and Gregor. She ushers everyone in and they walk towards the living room. She makes sure everyone has a drink before sitting down next to Scarlett. Marco and Scarlett’s little girl immediately climbs over to sit in her lap. She helps the little girl, sits her down comfortably and continues talking to everyone whilst giving a few cuddles and back rubs to the little girl. She’s unaware of the men taking pictures of the three ladies, ready for the game to start. Karim knows he’ll send these to Nico right after the game so as to not distract him beforehand.

Soon enough it’s time for the game to start and her focus shifts to the screen. It’s an intense game and she’s quite nervous. She checks on the little girl in her lap, only to find the three year old completely relaxed and comfortable in her arms. There are chances for both sides, which makes it more nerve wrecking, some child friendly cursing leaving the men. And then it happens, he’s already defended well and given a lot of good passes, but now he scores out of nowhere. He scores like a playmaker instead of a defender. A gasp leaves her mouth as Nico scores, her mouth falling open in awe of her boyfriend. Not even noticing Karim filming her reaction to the goal her boyfriend scores. She gushes to Scarlett who sees herself in the way the girl looks at her boyfriend and the admiration that’s in her eyes. 

At half time she still is filled with pride for her boyfriend who was the only one to score in the first half. She’s discussing with Karim and Julian what could have gone better and how Nico’s goal was a beautiful shot on target with perfect timing. The food also arrives around that time, having ordered it with the request of the delivery being around half time. Scarlett feeds her little girl who’s still sat in the same spot, just a little more turned towards her mother. Everyone finishes their food in record time, all focussed on the game that started again. There are groans of distaste and a bit of anger when they concede. Only to turn back into cheers when Rafa scores the 2-1. 

After the 2-1 she checks on the little girl in her lap again, only to find her fast asleep. With a full tummy and having had a busy day, the little girl is completely exhausted. Scarlett asks if she needs to take her, but she refuses. She loves the warmth emitting from the 3 year old and the cuddles she gets in the meantime. Nico is still playing a brilliant game and runs forward a lot to help the lads attack. There are a lot of missed chances, when suddenly Schalke scores the equalizer. It frustrates the men incredibly and she has to admit she’s disappointed as well. A draw is definitely not what they’re looking for. Especially not since Nico is playing an incredible game and she doesn’t want him to be disappointed after playing so well. 

He’s attacking again in the 90th minute, almost breaking through into the box. This has her with her mouth open again and Karim filming her whole reaction. He knows his best friend is gonna love all these video’s of her admiring him and the little girl in her lap. She looks up suddenly and catches him recording. Her eyes go wide and she immediately holds up a hand towards the phone, blocking her own face.

“Stop Karim, delete that right now.”

“Definitely not, this is going straight to Nico’s phone. He’ll appreciate the way you admire him during the game.” He doesn’t mention the little girl in her lap in fear of freaking her out.

“No, he doesn’t need to see that. His ego is big enough as it is without having to see that.” 

She playfully tries to convince Karim to delete it during the last few minutes of the game, but he won’t budge, so she accepts it and holds the sleeping girl in her lap a little tighter. When the game ends, she sees the defeat on the faces of the boys on the field. Her heart breaks a little when she sees Jude sit down, taking off the tape around his knee. The camera switches to Nico’s disappointed face and she immediately pouts at her boyfriend. He deserved a lot better, he played so well all game. He was brilliant and for his effort alone they should have won the game. Soon enough she gets another shot of him talking to a Schalke player and laughing, which lifts her spirits a little. 

Not too long after the game everyone is leaving. She carefully hands the sleeping three year old to Marco, as he and Scarlett thank her for everything. She of course tells them it’s no trouble and that she loves their little girl. Eventually it’s just her and Karim left, who helps her clean up the house. They work in comfortable silence, one of them sharing their comments on the game every once in a while. 

“Did you really send that video to Nico?”

“Yes and a few others I took before that as well. I didn’t think you’d mind, I just thought it was adorable that you support him this much. If you do mind, I’m so sorry for crossing that line.”

“No, it’s fine. I just didn’t really expect it and well it was a bit of banter to go against you.”

They finish up with cleaning and she walks with Karim to the door. They hug each other goodbye and Karim requests her to make sure Nico doesn’t try to downgrade his performance. She agrees to his request, knowing how hard her boyfriend can be on himself. Karim thanks her for everything before leaving the apartment. She goes back inside and makes herself a warm drink before taking a seat on the couch with a blanket and putting on a tv-show. She sends Nico a text, telling him she’s incredibly proud of him.

Around the same time Nico is in the changing room and checking his phone. He sees quite a few messages from Karim. He opens the pictures and videos to find they are about his girlfriend. He sees her admiring him on the tv whilst caressing the back of Marco’s three year old who’s on her lap. A smile lights up his face, watching her watch him. He can’t help but imagine how it would be one day, her with their own child, admiring him and cheering him on. He thanks Karim for the pictures and videos, not feeling so down anymore. He reads her text and sends her back that he’ll be home soon along with a heart. 

He’s all smiles when they get on the bus to go back home, the other men noticing his odd behaviour after a draw. He’s usually grumpy after a draw, especially after a game that’s as important as this one. Mats sits next to him and asks what’s got him smiling. So he shows Mats the video’s Karim sent to him and Mats gives Nico a big smile.

“She’s the one for you, isn’t she?”

Nico looks up at the older man, giving his question a thought. He doesn’t have to think long before agreeing with him. Knowing that the idea of having kids with her is enough to convince himself that she’s the one. He knows she’ll still be awake when he gets home, she barely sleeps when he’s not there. He gets home fairly quickly and eagerly, but quietly opens the door to their apartment. He finds her completely relaxed on their couch. He just stands in the doorframe, admiring her this time around. She soon enough notices him in the doorway. She immediately jumps up, almost tripping over the blanket to get to him.

He catches her around her waist before she can completely trip, laughing at her clumsiness. She wraps her arms around his neck, nuzzling her face into his neck. She whispers how proud she is of him, to which he shrugs a little, a sign that he doesn’t agree with her all that much. She immediately fully pulls away from him, to which he almost whines and he goes to follow her. She grabs his hands though and makes sure he looks her straight in the eyes.

“Don’t you dare downgrade your own performance today. I will not accept that and if you really want to do it, then I will not give you any love anymore tonight. You don’t get to downgrade yourself when you were the best man on that field today. You were defending, you were attacking, you scored! I know you didn’t win but that doesn’t mean you didn’t have a good game.”

He could have stopped her speech easily, but he didn’t want to. He loves the way she talks about him to him, knowing that she truly cares and loves him. She keeps on going though and he will have to stop her rant soon enough. So he leans forward whilst still holding her hands and presses his lips to hers. As if on autopilot, she kisses back, completely forgetting she was on a rant to get him to realize how well he played. He smiles into the kiss, something he’s never done in the relationships before her. No one cared as much then, as she cares for him now. He pulls away this time, with her chasing his lips.

“Thank you, for always having my back.”

She smiles at him, pulls her hands from his only to wrap them back around his neck, his arms immediately wrapping back around her waist. He leans his forehead against hers, both of them closing their eyes and taking in the moment. He pulls away his head a little, only to press a few kisses along her cheeks, ending up at her lips. He mumbles against her lips how he got Karim’s photos and videos. A blush takes over her cheeks, making him laugh. He tells her how much he appreciated them and how he appreciates her and her support. She hides her face against his shoulder, as he whispers into her ear.

“I know it’s too early now, but one day I hope that will be you with our kid, meine Liebe.”

She agrees with him, pressing a kiss to his cheek this time. They move to the couch again, where she takes a seat first. He grabs the blanket and moves to sit in between her legs. Fully relaxing against her after wrapping the blanket around the both of them. She wraps her around his shoulder, one hand moving to his hair. She runs her fingers through it, softly scratching his scalp, happy that he didn’t add gel to it again after showering. The blonde has almost faded, the brown completely taking over again. She loves both colours on him, but secretly she’s praying he dyes it blonde again. 

He shifts a little to get a bit more comfortable, she moves with him and eventually both of them are satisfied with the position they’re in. She presses a kiss to his forehead, to which he looks up. She smiles down at him, whilst he smiles up at her. She presses a kiss to his lips before letting him nuzzle himself against her again. And as his body completely relaxes against her, all she can think about is how much she loves him. And how she’s sure he is her forever. 

Meine Liebe: my love

[nahoney22]

🌺 Foxglove Commander Fox 🌺

Garden Wishes

X female senator reader

word count: 1.3k

🌸 💐 Flower Fic Event 💐 🌸

Just a cute little event with Clones and some Flowers me and some of my moots decided to do on discord for @arctrooper69 birthday today! 🎉 🌸 🌺 Check the tag #cloneflowerficevent to see more! 💐

warnings: None, fluff, reader wearing a skirt, catching feelings.

Others involved with this event are (will add links to there fics once posted💜):

🌸 @arctrooper69 - Tup, Rex, Gregor

🌸@photogirl894 - Hunter, Wrecker, Fives

🌸 @totallyunidentified - 99, Cody

🌸 @dragonrider9905 - Hardcase

🌸 @l-lend - Wolffe

🌸 @jedi-hawkins - Kix

🌸 @moonstrider9904 - Howzer

“It’s a lovely day, wouldn’t you agree, Commander?” You muse, enjoying the sun's warm caress on your skin. Your question is directed to Clone Commander Fox, who trails a few steps behind you as you stroll through the Senate Gardens.

As a Senator, moments of peace and solitude are rare and precious and for you, it’s best spent admiring the diverse plant life. Though Commander Fox, your assigned protector, doesn’t seem to share your enthusiasm.

“It is, ma’am,” he replies curtly, his lack of enthusiasm evident. You decide not to press him and continue your walk with a playful roll of your eyes.

Pausing by a bush adorned with tiny white flowers, you crouch carefully to avoid snagging your regal, albeit cumbersome, skirt. “These are some of my favorites,” you say as Fox halts behind you. “Leucanthemum Vulgare.”

“I’m not familiar with it, ma’am,” he responds, surprising you. Fox rarely speaks unless spoken to, but perhaps after weeks of close quarters, he feels inclined to converse back.

“Just daisies,” you chuckle, standing again. You notice Fox instinctively reaching out to assist you, only to quickly tuck his hands behind his back when you were fine.

Continuing your walk, your feet eventually tire, and you opt to sit on a nearby bench while Fox stands awkwardly beside you. “You can sit with me, Commander,” you suggest, patting the space next to you.

“I appreciate the offer, but I must remain vigilant to protect you,” he replies, giving you a nod and you can’t help but wonder what expression lies behind his helmet.

“I doubt anyone will attack me here,” you say, though Fox’s squared shoulders suggest otherwise. “...or do you know something I don’t?”

He clears his throat and gazes down at you, his eyes meeting yours through the visor. “All Senators are at risk, ma’am. However… your advocacy for Clone rights has made you a target in certain political circles.”

You shrug. “If they want to shoot me for it, so be it.”

“Ma’am, please don’t say that,” Fox winces, looking away and shaking his head. He seems to want to speak freely, but refrains.

“Thank you for protecting me,” you say gently, shifting your gaze to the vibrant flowers that soothe your nerves. “I can’t think of another Clone I’d rather have by my side to appreciate these gardens.”

Fox tenses beside you. “Y-you’re welcome,” he stammers, a rare but endearing lapse in his typical stoicism.

You both settle into a peaceful silence, though you wondered how Fox is faring. Often, you ponder whether he enjoys these quiet moments with you or would rather be back in his office. You recall the amusing sight of his brothers stuffing countless empty caf cups into a corner when you first visited him, and the strain in his voice and stiff body language betrayed his embarrassment over the discovery of his caf addiction.

You just hoped it wasn’t because he was exhausted.

“So,” you begin, snapping out of your worried thoughts, “you’ve walked with me in these gardens plenty of times now, Commander. Is there any particular plant, flower, or tree you like?”

Fox turns his head towards you, tilting it slightly, which you find unexpectedly adorable and you scold yourself mentally for thinking so.

“I’m afraid my answer will bore you.”

You give a wry smile. “I’m sorry, you probably have more important things to be doing, I’m sure.”

“Taking care of you is the most important thing to me,” he says almost sternly. The way he says it sounds almost desperate, not just dutiful. Realising this, he adds, “as it is my current job.”

Clearing your throat, you turn your gaze away, hoping he doesn’t notice the tips of your ears burning with a blush. “I see.”

He nods simply, but after a moment, he sighs slightly. “There is, uh, one flower that catches my eye every time we come here actually.”

You look back at him, surprised. “Really? Which one?”

“It’s over there in the corner to the right.” He nods in the direction, and you stand, asking him to show you.

He hesitates for a moment, unsure if you’re serious. But judging by your smile—something he has grown rather fond of—he nods and leads the way.

You stop in front of a flower bed filled with a mix of pink, purple, white, and red flowers—tall and breathtaking, and quite familiar to you.

“I believe these are Digitalis purpurea,” you say, leaning forward to inhale their delicate fragrance with a soft smile. “I can see why you like them, come to think of it.”

He nods slightly, pleased to have a name for the flower, even if he wasn't going to try to pronounce it. “Why’s that?”

“Well,” you say with a smirk as you turn to him, “it’s also more commonly known as ‘Foxglove.’”

“Oh, really?” he asks, genuinely curious, and you nod in confirmation.

“Quite the coincidence, don't you think?” you add, your eyes sparkling with amusement.

Fox seems taken aback, the irony not lost on him. “Yes, quite the coincidence indeed.” His voice is softer, and there's a hint of a smile in his tone that you wholeheartedly wish you could see.

Fox admires the flowers once more before his eyes drift to the ground where a small bunch had been either knocked or blown off. He bends down and picks them up, then without thinking, holds them out to you. “Would you like these?”

Your mouth gapes open slightly, looking at the outstretched flowers and then at him. “Oh,” you say pleasantly, reaching out and taking hold of the slightly battered and broken stems, “thank you, Commander.”

But you notice that he doesn’t let go at first, instead focusing on the way your fingers brush against his. You feel your heart skip a beat as you both look at each other, neither of you willing to let go. This had to stop. This was completely inappropriate. But yet…

“Senator, Commander Fox.” A voice interrupts you both, and you almost gasp as you quickly let go of the flowers and turn to see who has interrupted this—if you could even call it—moment.

“Thorn,” Fox acknowledges, his attempt to sound composed betrayed by the heavy rise and fall of his chest.

“You are both needed inside. I did try to comm you, but I, uh, must’ve not gotten the signal.” Thorn's tone carries a hint of amusement, and you feel a rush of nervousness and fluster. Did Fox feel the same awkwardness you did?

You glance at Fox, who gives a curt nod to Thorn. “Understood. We’ll head there immediately.”

As you walk back towards the Senate building, you can't help but replay the moment in your mind. The gentle brush of his fingers against yours, the intensity of his gaze behind his visor—it was so unlike the stoic Commander you had come to know.

“Thank you, Commander,” you say softly once the two of you were alone again, glancing at the flowers in your hand. “For the flowers.”

Fox nods, his voice steady but tone also softer than usual. “You’re welcome.”

Later that day, you receive word that you are needed on a different planet for urgent Senate business. As you prepare to leave, you find yourself thinking about Fox and the moment you shared in the garden. An idea forms in your mind, and you act on it impulsively.

Before you depart, you make your way to Fox’s office. It's empty, as he's likely out on duty. You place the flowers on his desk, arranging them neatly. Beside the flowers, you leave a small note:

‘Hopefully you will protect these like you protected me until I come back, Fox.’

And signed with your name. Not just Senator.

With one last glance around the room, amused to see his caf cups still there, you quietly slip out.

When Fox returned to his office that evening, confused with the days events and how he was feeling about you, he never realised he would experience missing someone. Yet as he reads the note you left and looks at the flowers, he does something strange. He pushes his steaming caf to the side and instead, lets the memory of you and the scent of the Foxgloves relax him.

He would not tell the others, but he could not wait for another stroll in the gardens with you.

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[mistatsunrise]

Requests Open

I wanna write more fics, so I’m opening requests in case anyone has ideas they wanna see written.

I mainly write character x reader fics, but I can do character x oc fics too.

I write for female and gender neutral readers, but as I’m AFAB myself I don’t feel knowledgeable enough to write male readers.

I can write either platonic or romantic fics.

I will write SFW and NSFW, but I won’t write anything that I feel uncomfortable with, such as inc*st, non-con, etc. Please message me if you’re not sure about something you want to request.

Here are the fandoms and characters I write for:

Star Wars

Any Clones (including OCs). My favourite clones to write are Wolffe, Rex, Gregor, Fives, Echo, Howzer, and Crosshair.

Maul and Savage

Cyberpunk 2077

Johnny Silverhand

River Ward

The Witcher (games)

Geralt of Rivia

Vernon Roche

Morvran Moorhis

Jujutsu Kaisen

Sukuna - true form and possession forms

Nanami Kento

Bleach

Shunsui Kyōraku

Kenpachi Zaraki

Kensei Muguruma

Renji Abarai

Ikkaku Madarame

Ghost (the band)

Papa Emeritus III

Dewdrop/Sodo

Mountain

Aether

Swiss

[mae-lou-ron]

Hot damn I don't even know where to begin with this Lupe Ramble™ I am beside myself with joy and giddiness and excitement at how much you enjoyed it. I'm SO glad all of that came through. You picked up on LITERALLY everything I was trying to put down. My goblin brain set out to capture a sweet, tender, slow cuddlekriff where the reader and Gregor have that magnetic draw to one another.

They're one of those ABT (always be touching) couples who just can't ever get enough physical contact. So being apart for weeks at a time would just be akin to torture for them. But also, its GREGOR we're talking about. Our sweet, giggly, goofy, hard as nails, can't be kept down for long, tease of a man. Moments like this are always going to be fun and sexy and intense with him. Is there a more perfect copy/paste pixelated man out there?

Well my WIPS would say "YES, MAE, THEY ARE ALL PERFECT":

The first attempt at clone smut I made is an Echo x Reader encounter that has been rotting in my WIPS the entire year where Echo gets a little bit of worship from the reader, WHICH OUR KING DESERVES. If anyone gets excited about Cobb Vanth I got something for them too. There maaayyyy also be a Boba x Female OC story set during TBOBF I keep going back to and already wrote some smut for them because I CAN'T BE STOPPED. And I've also got a tasty little snack for the Hunter girlies. And the Hardcase girlies There's also a new FILTHY Jango bit in there that is now taking on a life of its own.

So ::claps hands:: to answer your question, I have OODLES of smutty drabbles and stories in my WIPs, but this is the first one I've ever felt confident enough in to post, so don't worry, I have MORE to share heheheheheeeee.

(also, you don't have to ever apologize to me for your brain space or how much capacity you have to engage, your brain is beautiful and kind and creative and I totally, completely, unequivocally understand that feeling on a spiritual level 💗)

For Granted

Summary: Your beloved Gregor returns from a weeks-long mission for the clone underground, and after a long night filled with debriefings, he can’t wait to show you just how much he missed you while he was gone.

Pairing: Captain Gregor x f!reader

Warnings: 🚨 NSFW - SMUT AHEAD 🚨, 18+ MDNI, explicit sexual content and language, established relationship, mutual pining, cockwarming, unprotected PiV, edging, delayed orgasm, praise, soft!Dom Gregor, pleasure!dom Gregor?, oodles of fluff, Gregor can't keep his eyes (or hands) off you, color system safe words (only green used), aftercare, this is what I call a plot/smut/plot sandwich.

Word Count: 4,700

A/N: GOBBLE GOBBLE GREGOR GIRLIES. Happy to report I am posting this way earlier than I thought would be possible. (I finally did it @jetii, @captn-trex @lonewolflupe— again thank you for your constant inspiration and encouragement) This is the first smut I’ve ever posted and I guess decided to just go for it. I don’t know what to tell you, I just feel like Gregor would be such a soft and needy little pleasure dom. Okay, bone apple tea my fellow feral goblins. DO NOT PERCEIVE ME.

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It was late—very late.

The away team shuttle had touched down hours ago, but before you could greet Gregor properly, Rex had swooped in and intercepted him before he even made it down the gangplank. Their mission to the ruins of Tipoca City had proven successful, and Rex wanted to know everything.

For nearly two weeks, they dove beneath the old cloning facility's wreckage, searching the depths for anything that survived the orbital bombardment—especially for anything that could help them better understand the inhibitor chips. As you observed him from across the holotable, you noted the exhaustion that marked your beloved's features. His bloodshot eyes had dark circles beneath them, and though he tried his best to stay alert and focused, the weariness was clearly setting in. Yet, despite his current state, Gregor's gaze kept finding its way back to you, his lips curving into a small smile whenever your eyes met.

You listened and updated the data banks while Rex thoroughly questioned Gregor and his team about their operation. When Rex was finally satisfied with what was recovered, the meeting adjourned. As you gathered your things, you couldn’t help but steal glances at Gregor, hoping this was finally the moment for your long-awaited reunion—but he remained deep in conversation with Rex, their heads bent together. You sighed inwardly but couldn't help glowing with admiration for him.

He was probably the most lighthearted of his brothers, but Gregor showed unwavering dedication to his work—particularly when it involved Rex. After all, Rex had orchestrated Gregor's rescue from the Empire by sending the Bad Batch to extract him, saving Gregor from the Empire's grim plans for clone troopers like himself.

Rex's relentless pursuit to understand and neutralize the inhibitor chips strengthened Gregor's dedication to the mission. For Gregor, helping Rex wasn't just about loyalty—it was about preventing other clones from enduring the same fate. This devotion extended to everyone Gregor held dear, including you. He had become not only your lover but your best friend and closest ally in the growing clone rebellion. You had become one of the few anchors in each other’s lives that had been plagued with uncertainty.

From your first meeting, you were irresistibly drawn to him—and he made no effort to hide his magnetic attraction to you. Even now, his keen eyes would seek you out first whenever he entered a room. True to form, Gregor's gaze shifted to you over Rex's shoulder again, silently expressing his longing to be near you after so many days apart. You caught his eye and flashed a playful smirk, pressing a fingertip to your lips before extending it toward him. He would always wink in return. Though your relationship was no longer a secret, you both treasured this little ritual—a wordless exchange of adoration between the two of you.

Back in your quarters, you changed into your sleep clothes and settled into bed. Propped against pillows with your data pad in hand, you intended to review the new data decryptions while waiting for Gregor's return, hoping he might have more enticing ways to keep you awake. But the warmth of your bed and the quiet hum of recycled air lulled you to sleep with surprising swiftness. Your eyes grew heavy, thoughts of him blurred behind your lids until you drifted off.

A short while later, you stirred from a light sleep when you felt the bed dip. With gentle hands, Gregor retrieved your fallen data pad and slid under the covers behind you. His strong arms enveloped you, drawing you against his chest.

"Stars, I've missed you, my darling," Gregor sighed into the space between you. Your eyes fluttered open as his lips pressed into the back of your shoulder, sending a thrill down your spine.

The familiar spicy scent of him filled your nose—he must have hit the fresher before coming to bed. You hummed contentedly and turned within his arms to face him, your lips curling into a sleepy smile. "Missed you too," you murmured.

Gregor's tired eyes were filled with warmth and adoration in the dim light. His hand gently cupped your cheek, thumb brushing over your skin. "Sorry I'm late..."

"S'okay," you leaned into his touch. "You're here now, and at least I know you're not just another dream," you said into his chest as you yawned.

Gregor's heart thrummed at your words. The thought of you dreaming about him stoked the ever-present desire he seemed to hold for you. "How's the burn?" he asked instead, softly moving his hand down, fingertips skimming over the fresh scars on your hip.

"All healed now. Rex was right, of course," you grumbled. The former captain had benched you from field work due to the blaster fire that grazed you on your last mission. Though you'd insisted it was healed enough, Rex wouldn't budge. You knew he was right, but being sidelined grated your nerves— especially since it was your intel they were operating on.

"You really scared me for a minute there, you know," Gregor whispered, his voice lilted with emotion as his fingers traced the newly healed scar.

You kissed the tip of his nose and gave him a knowing smile. "You should know better than anyone, love. It takes more than that to keep someone down," you murmured, covering his hand with your fingertips. A pitchy chuckle escaped him as he pressed his forehead to yours, recognizing the echo of his own resilient spirit in your words. But his face fell incrementally as he found his next words.

"I still wish you could have been there, on Kamino," he confessed, his voice solemn. He didn’t have to say anything, but you knew how strange returning to Kamino was going to be for him. He had his brothers with him, but you’d hoped to be there for him too.

"You just wanted a chance to see me in my swimming gear," you quipped instead.

Gregor's eyes sparkled as he leaned in closer, his lips brushing the corner of your mouth with a quiet rumble. "Can you blame me? Thinking of you in any state of undress was all I had to keep me sane out there," his words and lips danced against your cheek.

You squirmed in his embrace as his hand trailed up and down your body, fingertips once again sweeping over the swell of your hip. "But I always love seeing my cyare like this…" he added, his warm hand giving you a playful squeeze, referring to the teeny tiny shorts you often wore around your shared quarters, just for him.

“Oh? And why is that?” You said with a raised eyebrow, feigning ignorance at how his eyes would habitually follow you around whenever you wore them. Not to mention the mischief he would promise when he saw you wearing any of his clothing, and tonight you had grabbed one of his shirts to sleep in.

“Because it’s what you’re comfortable in,” he sighed contentedly as his fingers slipped under the hem, grazing the soft skin at the small of your back.

Being under his focus with such reverence made your heart pound in your ears, his magnetic touch constantly drawing you in. Your fingers traced the line of his jaw. "Will you just kiss me, already?" you whispered, forgetting your teasing.

Gregor hummed as his lips met yours, sweet and gentle, his hands rediscovering every curve and contour. You melted into his radiating warmth, the steady rhythm of his heart. When you nibbled his bottom lip, it earned you a deep moan and a roll of his body against yours. Your fingers wove through his damp hair, pulling him closer as the kiss deepened, his tongue moving softly against yours.

Your lips danced together in a sensual rhythm, exploring and tasting with unhurried devotion as his fingers threaded through your hair, cradling the back of your head. Each sweep of his tongue against yours sent shivers down your spine, the kiss deepening with an intensity that made your toes curl and your heart race. Through every tender touch, he conveyed how deeply he'd missed you, and a familiar heat had bloomed between you fueled by days of delayed desire. The warmth of it coursed through your veins, spurring you on.

Eager to feel his skin against yours, you tugged off your shirt and pushed at his. Gregor chuckled softly and obliged, pulling off his shirt with deliberate slowness before tossing it aside. Under your fingertips, his body felt electric as you traced the familiar scars adorning his soft, golden skin. A shiver ran through him at your touch, and he groaned when your lips found his shoulder.

"Darling, I need you…" he purred, his thumbs hooking into the waistband of your shorts. His voice dropped lower, thick with desire. He paused, eyes intense and yearning as they locked with yours. "I've thought of you every night. Your kiss, your smile, the sounds you make for me." His fingers gripped your hips possessively, sure to leave marks. "Tell me, meshla," he breathed. "Did you think of me too?"

You let out a soft whine, your head falling against his chest as a breathy "Yes," escaped your swollen lips.

"Tell me..." he implored, his body rolling into yours once more. "Did I hear you say you dreamt of me?"

"Of course I did," you confessed softly, leaning close. Your lips brushed against the shell of his ear as intimate desires and details of your self-indulgent dreams tumbled from your lips. Gregor shivered, your warm breath tickling his skin. His fingers flexed as he strained to catch every hushed syllable. These whispered words were for him alone.

His chest rumbled with a deep, guttural sound. "Cyare," he whispered, the word dripping with honey.

You lifted your hips as he slid your shorts down your legs. Once free, he swooped in to kiss you again, this time with more fervor as his hands roamed your newly exposed skin. He swallowed the soft gasp that escaped your lips when his fingers dipped between your legs, growling appreciatively at how ready you were for him.

You whined at his touch, your fingertips curling around the base of his neck. Gregor sighed, his breath hot against your shoulder as he trailed kisses down to your collarbone. You heard him chuckling quietly as his fingers teased your sensitive flesh. "…and I’ve barely touched you yet,” he teased.

You huffed in response and started pushing his shorts over his hips, firmly grasping a handful of his taught backside in the process causing him to hoot and giggle softly. "I told you what I’ve been thinking about… come here…" you begged, your voice barely above a whisper. Once free of his own clothing, you hooked your leg around his waist, drawing him to you. Gregor hissed at the contact, his hips instinctively rocking against yours. You felt the head of his length glide along your entrance and up to your clit, sending a jolt of pleasure straight to your core.

Gregor let out a deep hum, gathering his self control. "I can't say no to you," he grunted, slowly sliding his length back up and down a few times before notching at your entrance. His lips met your forehead as he eased into you. You bit your lip as your body welcomed him, eyebrows furrowing at the sudden fullness. Despite the delicious sting of him at first, you craved him—eager for more, for all of him. But Gregor picked up on your body’s signal and paused. His head came back to regard you, eyes filled with concern and love.

"Cyar'ika," he whispered tenderly. His thumb traced your cheek and trailed down to your lips. You smirked, drawing the digit into your mouth with a soft moan, swirling your tongue around it. Gregor's eyes locked onto yours, awestruck at the sensation. "That's it…good girl," he purred, the wolfish smile that followed his praise sent a shiver down your spine. He withdrew his thumb from your mouth with a quiet pop, and brought it between your bodies, using the wetness to circle your clit.

Your body quivered, soft moans and whimpers escaping your lips as he continued his feather light touches, sending more of that delicious heat coursing through you. Your walls fluttered with pleasure, silently urging him to fully sheath himself within you. As his hips finally met yours, you both exhaled deeply, savoring the intense connection of being completely joined together.

"Let’s stay like this for a little while, hm?," he murmured against your hairline between soft kisses. "I just want you close," he breathed, his hand trailing tenderly along your spine.

You hummed in confirmation, melting into his affection. "I love you," you sighed, fingers combing through his hair. Your bodies fit together perfectly, hearts beating as one, breaths mingling in gentle pants. Being with Gregor, it never felt like enough—you both craved an impossible closeness. These tender moments were precious, when he held you like this, driven by his pure need to feel you around him, to eliminate any space between you.

"And I love you." Gregor's kiss was so tender it made your head swim. His lips traced reverently across your skin, each caress a silent vow, his heart full at how perfectly you melded together. When the kisses and touches naturally grew more heated, you felt him stir within you as your bodies instinctively began to move. With gentle purpose, Gregor rolled you, pressing your back into the mattress and caging you in with his large frame. His lips found that spot on your neck as he began a slow, intense rhythm that drew a litany of soft moans and whimpers from you. Your nails trailed down Gregor's back as he pressed against that sweet spot deep inside you. He dragged his length almost completely out before thrusting back in, burying his face in the crook of your neck.

"Stars… cyar’ika, you…" he panted, his movements becoming more deliberate. You wrapped your legs around him fully, urging him deeper, whimpering in is ear to do it again. The tension between you reached its peak all too quickly, weeks of anticipation setting your every nerve ending on fire. Gregor murmured sweet praises against your skin, intent on bringing you there together. You teetered on the edge, your body trembling with each slow thrust. "Gregor," you breathed in a desperate plea. "I'm..."

“I know,” he grunted. “I’ve got you…” He gentled his movements to a pace he knew would send you over. He felt your entire body tense, arching into him as your climax struck you with a sudden intensity. A shuddering moan escaped you as your hand in his hair tightened, tugging at the strands. He couldn't hold back any longer—the way your walls fluttered around him, squeezing him so tightly, your grip in his hair, the sounds you were making—it was all too much, and he gladly fell over the edge with you.

His hips jerked as he moaned your name, pressing flush against yours as he found his release inside you. You held him close while you both trembled and panted through waves of pleasure. His hips rolled gently against yours through the aftershocks. As the hazy bliss settled over you both, Gregor began dotting your face and neck with tender kisses.

“Gregor…” you protested lazily, lips curling in a fond smile. He always melted into his softest self in the afterglow.

He chuckled quietly, nuzzling your neck. "What? You know I can’t ever get enough of you…" His lips brushed against your skin, making you tremble slightly. You were grinning ear to ear now, despite your half-hearted protest.

“That makes two of us,” you said huskily, floating down from your high.

You lay tangled together in peaceful silence, your breathing and heartbeats gradually returning to normal. The gentle rise and fall of his chest against yours created a soothing rhythm that made you feel completely at ease. A while later, when your combined arousal began to slip down your thigh, Gregor shifted, preparing to retrieve something to clean you both up.

“Don't you dare," you warned teasingly, tightening your entire body around him, making his breath hitch.

“Cyar’ika…” he said in a low, playful voice, twitching inside you. “Careful now…”

You smirked, loving the way his voice dropped an octave. "Or what?" you challenged, your eyes gleaming with mischief.

Gregor chuckled, a predatory grin spreading across his face. "Oh, my darling," he chuckled lightly, his hand sliding down your body and gripping your ass, making you burst into giggles, "You love playing with fire, don’t you,"

"Mmm, I do when it encourages you to ravish me all night, love," you said with a dramatic flair, unable to hide the mirth from your voice, reminding you of the intimacy you’ve built with Gregor. It was fiery and magnetic, but always fun. You loved to push each other’s buttons to see how far you could go. After all, you cherished these quiet moments together when there was no need to rush.

Gregor groaned at your words, his grip on you intensifying. "Oh, you're in for it now," he rasped as he swiftly rolled onto his back, pulling you over with him to straddle his hips. He sat upright and curled his hand around the base of your neck, pulling you into a searing kiss. The sound that escaped you at this new angle was absolutely sinful, making him twitch inside you once again. He immediately began a gentle pace, guiding your hips into his shallow thrusts. You gripped his shoulders tightly, seeking an anchor amid the electricity firing deep within you. Your oversensitive bundle of nerves dragged against the base of his length, making you grind down on him more desperately.

Sensing your growing urgency, Gregor gently slowed your movements. His hands caressed your sides soothingly as he looked up at you with adoration. "Shhh cyar'ika, look at me…" he murmured, his voice low and tender. Your eyes fluttered open to gaze into his, dark and warm and focused on you. "I know, it feels so good." His voice strained, thumbs traced circles on your hips as he guided you back into that slower, more deliberate rhythm Gregor loved to torture you with. You whimpered at the change of pace, but soon found yourself melting into the languid, sensual motion. Gregor's eyes never left your face, enjoying watching you give in. "That's it, just feel," he whispered. "There’s no rush. I’ve got you…"

Gregor's movements periodically slowed to a halt, prolonging the intense pleasure building between you. Each time, he held you close, guiding you both toward that long-awaited peak. His arm snaked beneath you, holding you to him with effortless strength, preventing you from taking him completely. He knew exactly how much to give, bringing you to the edge over and over. He savored the sounds you made during the slow, frustrating dance, careful not to overstimulate as he kept you balanced on the edge of a knife.

Your body trembled, every nerve ending alive and hypersensitive, your breaths came in short, desperate moans. You clung to him, nails digging into his back and his scalp as you fought against the overwhelming urge to let go, somewhere between savoring every exquisite moment of him inside you and every cell in your body screaming for release. Gregor felt your body go rigid and quiver, he glanced down noticing how tightly your toes were curled, then up to your eyes squeezed shut in concentration.

"Cyar'ika, what's your color?" he managed to say through the haze. He himself was hanging by a thread.

"Green," you groaned gently. "Please, I need..."

Gregor's eyes snapped open at your words, his grip on you stuttering. "Tell me what you need," he nearly growled. "I need to hear you say it, cyar'ika."

“Please...” you breathed. “I need to come."

With a low groan of approval, Gregor knew he’d pushed you to a new limit, and captured your lips in a soft kiss, slowly lowering you down fully onto his length once more. "Then come for me, my love, let go…" he murmured against your lips as he loosened his hold on you incrementally, encouraging you to writhe against him at your own pace. He swallowed the moans that escaped your throat as you did so, your fingers tangling in his hair again as you finally let yourself go.

He held you to him as your body shook, waves of ecstasy sweeping through you, your inner walls pulsing wildly around Gregor's length. He buried his face in your shoulder, his own climax following yours as he thrust himself deep inside with a low, guttural sound. You clung to each other, riding out the lingering tremors, your core gradually relaxing its grip on him. Hearts raced and chests heaved as you both savored the moment. With one more gentle rock of his hips, he pulled you down, creating a delicious pressure that sent one final, intense ripple of pleasure coursing through you, reducing whatever composure you had left and turning you into a whimpering mess.

“Thats it,” he soothed as you collapsed against him, head lolling forward as he secured you against his broad chest. You hummed contentedly, nuzzling into the crook of his neck as your breathing slowly steadied. Gregor's fingers continued their gentle caress along your skin, calming your tense muscles and fluttering heart.

“You did so well,” he praised. “We haven’t gone that long before,” he grinned at you, giggling softly, a sheen of sweat on his skin.

You chuckled softly, feeling an ache in your hips and knees. "Mmm, I think we both needed that," you murmured, wincing slightly as you shifted your legs around his frame.

“Here, I’ve got you,” he pressed a chaste kiss to your lips as he helped you shift positions, knowing your joints sometimes didn’t love it as much as you did.

His strong arms cradled you as he maneuvered you off him, finally slipping out and eliciting a soft sigh from you. He bit his lip, barely suppressing a groan as he glanced at the evidence of your passion. Once you were settled, he quickly jumped out of bed and disappeared into the fresher, returning moments later with a warm cloth.

His fingertips trailed up the outside of your knee, reminding you he was still there. You smiled and opened up for him to gently clean you up. His touch was tender as he took care of both of you. Once finished, he tossed the towel aside and crawled back onto the bed and got to work on massaging the soreness from your legs.

You sighed contentedly as Gregor's skilled hands worked out the tension in your joints. "You're too good to me," you murmured sleepily. He responded with a soft chuckle, his touch gentle yet firm as he eased away any lingering discomfort. “Love, I know you’re exhausted, come here…”

He chuckled and planted tender kisses on each knee before settling beside you, drawing you close against his chest. You nestled into his warmth, savoring the lazy patterns he traced on your back with his fingertips.

You tilted your head up to press a gentle kiss beneath his chin, savoring the closeness. “I’m so happy you’re home…”

Gregor sighed contentedly. “Me too.”

You hesitated for a moment, unsure if you should bring up his time on Kamino. The topic always felt delicate, and you didn't want to stir up difficult memories. But his peaceful expression gave you courage.

“How was it being back there?" you asked softly.

“Well, the first few days were…strange, but not in the way I thought they would be,” he confessed quietly.

“How so?” You pressed a chaste kiss to the side of his neck, absentmindedly inhaling his scent.

“Some clones considered Kamino their home, but I’ve never really felt more at home than I do here. With the underground. With you.” His voice stuttered on the last few words.

You felt your heart swell, and you pulled him closer, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. “Good, because I feel the same way…”

Gregor's arm tightened around you, and you felt him release another contented sigh against your hair. In this moment, everything felt exactly as it should be - no missions, no war, just the two of you finding solace in each other's arms. You held one another close, happy to be back in one another’s orbit.

"Darling..." Gregor's voice took on a somber tone as he tightened his arms around you. "I received new orders from Rex tonight." He paused as you tilted your head back to look at him, his expression serious. You felt your body tense, preparing for the worst. "And, well, it’s not just that," he continued, his lips curving into a frown.

“What is it?” your hand brushed his disheveled hair out of his eyes, your heart clenching at the thought of him being gone again so soon, without you. Rex had yet to clear you for your injury, and you felt your stomach drop at the thought of being left behind on base again for another mission.

Gregor took a deep breath, as if to steady himself. "I know it's short notice, but... I told Rex you’d have no problem shipping out by midday tomorrow..." He gazed at you intently, his trademark mischievous smirk betraying his attempt at a somber expression. He was a terrible liar.

Your eyebrows shot up at the realization.

Now his face was in a full grin. "Mhm...you’re coming with." He quipped. “Though I’m sure Rex wouldn’t mind if you wanted to stay behi—”

“No!” you trilled, propping yourself up onto your elbow. “I’m ready,” you insisted.

“You don’t even know what the mission is yet, love,” he chuckled, it was hard to resist mirroring your excitement.

“I don’t care,” you sighed. “I’ve been cooped up…it’s boring when everyone is gone,” you groaned.

“Don’t you mean it’s boring when I’m gone?” Gregor teased.

You rolled your eyes, but couldn't hide your smile. "Maybe," you admitted, snuggling back into him. "But don't let it go to your head." Your fingers traced lazy patterns on his chest as you soaked up the warmth of his presence, grateful to soon be back to doing what you do best.

Gregor laughed softly, his chest rumbling beneath your fingertips. "Have we met?," he murmured, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of your head. As you lay there, wrapped in each other's embrace, a sleepy silence settled over you both. The anticipation of being briefed for tomorrow's mission hummed just beneath the surface, but for now, you were content to simply exist in this moment.

“You’re a terrible liar, by the way…” you said as you curled into him. He just chuckled softly as you let your eyes close, feeling the tendrils of sleep start to curl around you.

Soon, the familiar weight of Gregor's body and gentle rhythm of his breathing lulled you into a peaceful state. His fingers continued their soothing caress along your back, growing slower and more languid as sleep began to claim him too. The last thing you remembered before surrendering was the gentle press of Gregor's lips against your forehead and his whispered "Ner cyare..." You mumbled a sleepy response, already half-lost to dreams of tomorrow's adventures.

[korribanarchive]

All The Time In the World (Modern AU)

Modern Military AU- Marine Captain Gregor x Female Dancer Reader

Rated: Explicit 18+ only MINORS NO TOUCHY

Warnings: Diabetic fluff, oral sex, fingering, unprotected sex

Words: 2.3k

Summary: You're a dancer in the New York City Ballet. You met Marine Spec Ops Instructor Captain Gregor during Fleet Week two years ago. You fell hard and fast and you've missed him more than words can say. He comes up from Camp Lejeune on leave early to surprise you.

Taglist: @kurocommitsacrime @its-capt-traitor-to-you (for the QYTGregor contest)

AO3

It'd be great if you could still comment here to vote for this one for the QYTGregor Adult Fic Contest!

Divider by @djarrex

You stepped out of the back door of the David H. Koch theater of the Lincoln Center, sighing with relief. Your feet and legs ached after two performances that day and you were ready to go home and rest up for the next day’s performances. Ever since you had moved up to one of the principal dancer positions, your pay had almost doubled, but so had your workload. 

Pulling on your jacket, you pulled out your phone and saw your usual evening text from your long distance boyfriend, Gregor. Dance like you do through my dreams every night, Mesh’la ;). You smiled a bittersweet smile while you headed across the bandshell park toward the bus stop, the lights of the City that Never Sleeps illuminating the way. How long had it been since you had seen him in person? It had to have been Christmas. 

That was the life he had signed up for though. He was a Marine- CO of Foxtrot Company and instructor at Camp Lejeune. You both had known from the start that things wouldn’t be easy, but knowing it and living it were often two separate challenges.

“Now I know those aren’t tears in those pretty eyes of yours.”

The familiar, playful tone almost startled you and you looked up from your phone, seeing Gregor of all people leaned against the back of a bench, dressed in his perfectly pressed dress blues, a bouquet of your favorite flowers gripped in one hand. You closed the gap between them and pulled him down for a sweet kiss.

“I wasn’t expecting you ‘til next week,” you breathed once you had pulled away. 

His lips twisted into his charming, crooked smile. “Heh, didn’t think I’d leave the most beautiful girl in the world alone in the city during Fleet Week, did ya?”

“I guess not,” you laughed. “Two years tomorrow. Do you remember?”

“How could I forget? Your roommate was all over those SEAL Team 99  boys, but you didn’t look at anyone but me that whole night.” He held you close by the waist, unwilling to let go of you.

“If I recall, I wasn’t the only one with eyes fixated the whole night,” you replied, reaching up and straightening his hat. “You get all dressed up just for me?”

He winked at you. “We both know you’re a sucker for a man in a uniform,” he teased you and wrapped an arm around your waist.“Let’s get you home, Mesh’la, before I decide to take you right here and now.”

“Patience is a virtue, Captain,” you replied playfully.

He chuckled while guiding you toward the parking garage. He kept his hand wrapped around your waist the whole way. He opened the passenger side of his golden yellow Jeep Rubicon and lifted you up into the car, earning a giggle from you.

“You know, you’re the only one who I let do that off stage,” you teased. 

“I bet you can say that about a lot of things, Mesh’la,” he replied with a wink.

He got in the driver’s side and started the drive toward your apartment- he knew the way well after his visits the last two years. As he drove one of his hands came to rest on your thigh and  you closed your eyes with a contented sigh, holding onto the feeling of his warm hand on you.

“How did tonight go?” he asked.

“Pretty well. No incidents like we were having in rehearsals this season,” you replied.

It was your first season as a principal dancer and it was still nerve wracking to be the main focus on stage so often. A soloist had a few minutes of focus for one or two pieces. A principal had several pieces all to themselves or as the main focus.

“So no more getting dropped?” he asked.

“No. We are finally working well together,” you replied.

“Good.” The firmness of his voice betrayed his worry for you more than he’d ever admit outright.

Your male counterpart was a highly experienced dancer and you were extremely  lucky to have such a seasoned partner on the stage, but it had taken almost two months to develop the trust and chemistry needed to perform well. Being dropped by a man taller than Gregor was not fun. 

Pulling into the lot of your apartment, he stepped out and circled around. He opened the door and helped you down, kissing your hand as he set you on your feet. He grabbed his bag from the back while you went up ahead to unlock the apartment. 

As soon as you were through the door and into the living room of the two bedroom apartment, he had you in his arms again, pressing tender kisses to your cheeks, your lips, your jaw. Any exposed spot got a kiss.

“Not even,” you murmured between kisses, “gonna let me clean up?”

Not that you minded one bit. You had longed for this. To see him outside a video chat, to be in his strong arms again, to feel his lips against yours once more.

He chuckled, his hands traveling to your hips and pulling you flush against him. “Why bother? I’ll be getting you all dirty again in no time.”

“Let’s at least get to my bedroom. Don’t want my roommate coming back and getting an eyeful now do we?” 

He smirked and picked you up bridal style. Carrying you into the bedroom, he kicked the door shut behind him and deposited you on your bed. You pulled him down on top of you and kissed him, your eyes falling closed for a moment, savoring the heat, the passion, the love you had missed so dearly. His kisses lit a fire in you--a fire you were content to allow to consume you for the night.

“If you don’t start taking off that uniform, you’re gonna have to buy a new one,” you whispered.

You didn’t wait for him to comply, instead fumbling with the belt and the golden buttons, trying to peel away the stiff wool that stood between you and your Captain. His hands caught yours and he pinned them above your head. 

“Patience is a virtue, Mesh’la,” he teased, keeping you pinned in place with one hand while the other took its sweet time unbuckling the belt then unbuttoning every single button.

This man was going to drive you insane. One button, two buttons. You struggled lightly against his grip on your hands and his grip tightened while he paused at the third button.

“You are insufferable,” you whined. “Insufferable and evil.”

He leaned down, nipping at the shell of your ear. “You’re the one who said be patient,” he purred. “So be patient or I’ll leave you wanting.”

You pouted a little, but settled in his grip and he finally finished removing his jacket. The white button up and tshirt beneath quickly followed it to the floor, leaving his muscular chest exposed. 

He leaned down, his figure dwarfing yours as he kissed his way down your neck and collarbone, pushing aside your jacket, untying your top, and relieving you of your bra as he went. Bit by bit he exposed your lithe figure, leaving a scorching trail of kisses in his wake. 

Your hands finally free of their prison, you wasted no time kicking off your shoes and aiding him in sliding off your fitted jeans and panties. He took a moment to admire the sight of you laid out before him, as awestruck by you as he was your first time. His eyes traveled from your flushed cheeks, over your perky breasts before lingering between your legs.

His hand ghosted down your figure. You groaned when he traced around your lips with a single finger. His feather light touch was going to drive you insane at this rate and by the mischievous glint in his eye that was exactly what he was going for. The wanton whine that escaped you just served to egg him on. He swiped a finger up your slit, just barely brushing your clit as he gathered some of your juices on his finger.

“Look at you,” he teased. “I’ve hardly touched you and you’re soaked.”

“You’re one to talk,” you shot back, your eyes focusing on the taut fabric where his cock was straining against his dress pants.

“Can you blame me for missing you?” he asked. 

“Why don’t you show me just how much you missed me?”

Gregor didn’t need to be asked twice. He spread your legs wide and kissed his way along your thigh until he reached his prize. He ran his tongue up your folds then delved in, his tongue dipping into your entrance. 

Heat began to flood your body more and more each time his tongue delved into you and you buried your fingers in his clean-cut hair, trying to egg him on, desperate for more. His torturous tongue only served to amplify the ache. 

“Gregor, nnng fuck,” you groaned. 

“Yes, Mesh’la?” he purred. 

“Are you going to torture me like this all night?”

He chuckled, sending pleasant vibrations through your cunt. He feigned thinking about it, lazily swiping his tongue against your clit as he did. 

“That depends on how good you are for me, Mesh’la.” He immediately returned to his place between your folds, sucking your clit into his mouth.

“Aah! Jesus! And how do you…nnn define good?” you panted. 

The heat was beginning to rise in you. Your brain was going fuzzy and all you could bring yourself to think about was his mouth that was pushing you deeper and deeper into the fire he was setting in you. 

You glanced down at him and the look in his eyes as he slid two fingers inside you told you exactly what he wanted from you. No words needed. His fingers curled up, pressing on that sweet spot over and over. A cry tore from you as the heat of your first orgasm shot through your veins. Your Captain didn’t stop either, his tongue sweeping over your quaking bud, even as your vision filled with blinding light brighter than any spotlight you’d ever been under.

The roaring in your ears slowly died down and you blinked the last stars from your vision, your head still in the clouds when you felt his fingers and mouth pull away. A whimper escaped you at the loss.

“Heh, if you think we’re done, Mesh’la, you haven’t been paying attention.” His voice cut through the fog that had settled over your mind.

His shoes and dress pants had joined the rest of his uniform on the floor of your bedroom and his warm brown eyes met yours as he slid his boxers down and threw them aside as well. He settled between your legs. Your ankles found rest on his broad shoulders, toes curling in anticipation as he rubbed his leaking cock against your entrance.

“Gregorrr stop teasing me and take me already!” 

You whined and squirmed trying to get payback, but his hold on your legs left you little room to do anything more.

“You’re cute when you get all impatient,” he teased. “I think you’ve waited long enough though.”

He filled you slowly, his hands coming down and massaging your hips as you quivered at the sensation. He stretched you near to your limit- he always had. 

“Fuck,” you gasped.

“All right, Mesh’la?” he asked, pausing with his shaft buried inside you.

“Better than all right.” You nodded that he was okay to continue.

He started at a slow pace with you, taking his time. Each deliberate thrust sent a jolt of sensation through you. His every muscle was taut and even in the haze he was slowly pushing you into it was clear he was holding back on you, always gentle and always cautious.

“You’re not gonna break me, love,” you managed to gasp. 

He smiled and leaned down and braced his arm above your head, nearly folding you in half to capture your lips in an electrifying kiss. 

“Is that so?” he grunted as his hips snapped forward with more force earning a lewd moan from you. “Perhaps I want to take my time with you, Mesh’la. We’ve got all night.”

And take his time he did. His every thrust sent you deeper and deeper into that blissful haze that only he could send you into. He kissed anywhere he could reach, leaving trails of fire along your skin. 

The pressure that was building inside you felt like it would last forever yet explode at any moment. A coil waiting to spring open at the slightest provocation. 

“Right there, love,” you panted. “Just like that. Nnng… so close.”

You could feel his discipline waning as well, but he did as you asked, hitting that sweet spot in you in ways you had no way of reaching on your own. 

“That’s it Mesh’la, come for me.”

His hand on your hip moved between you and his thumb circled your clit. The pressure exploded in you. Your whole body tensed under him, your legs trembling and your vision going white. You were a mess of incoherent curses as the last of his discipline crumbled. 

He chased his own high letting you ride yours out on his pulsing cock until he couldn’t hold out anymore. He pulled himself from you, pumping himself once, twice. Hot ropes of his cum painted your flat stomach as he groaned your given name. It never sounded as sweet as then.

Catching his breath, he looked down at you, his crooked smile returning. “Worth the wait, Mesh’la?”

“Always worth the wait, Gregor,” you murmured, shifting to lie down fully and pulling him down onto you.

He wrapped you in his arms and buried his face in your neck. “I missed you,” he admitted quietly, running his hands up and down your back. 

“I missed you too,” you whispered back, pressing soft kisses to his shoulder. “I always miss you.”

“I’m sorry, Mesh’la. I understand if-” 

“Hush. None of that. No apologies. No sadness. We knew this wouldn’t be easy, but we have time now and we’re not wasting it on regrets,” you chided. “For this week we have all the time in the world. Let’s make the most of it.��

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[scorpio-marionette]

A New Chapter

Pairing: Gregor New (GvsE) x Ghost F!reader

Rating: PG

Warnings: Fluff, harmless hauntings, mentions of death

A/N: For those who may be unfamiliar with Gregor, he had a dream of becoming a world renowned hair stylist. His avant-garde taste wasn’t taking off with critics, so he makes a deal with a Morlock (or demon for lack of a better term) and becomes famous. However, as with all deals, there’s a catch, and his praise soon turns to ridicule. After which, he leaves the celebrity hair business to become a barber. 

Part of @toomanystoriessolittletime 's December Writing Challenge

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It's a rare weekend off in the Chicago suburb Gregor lives in now. After years of trying to distance himself from the sudden rise and fall of fame, he feels at peace in a new place. New, now that's ironic. Perhaps even his legacy. To be constantly on the cusp and to simultaneously be the first to fall. What luck to have. What a life to live. At least in his new favorite bookstore, he doesn't have to worry about all that. All the books here have been well loved by all who have owned them, and will be by whomever shall choose them next. The store is familiar. The old man who owns it is like family, and Gregor, or Greg rather, is a regular. Even your presence is constant in this facet of Greg's life.

When Greg first found this shop, he was issued this warning:

There is a woman upstairs who likes to sit and read in one corner.

DO NOT DISTURB HER.

She is my granddaughter, and she was taken from our family too soon. Her spirit is here because this was her safe place from all the bullies at school.

Let her read. She will come and go as she pleases.

She means you no harm so long as you don't upset her.

What the old man and Greg hadn't expected however was that you'd get attached to him. It's not that you followed him home or anything. It's that you actually interact with him. Much like you, Greg has created his own little reading nook up on the second floor of the store. It's actually on the same side of the room as yours. The first few times seeing your translucent form was jarring, but after a while his brain seemed to ignore that you weren't solid. Almost filling you in mentally so that his brain wouldn't melt. That's when you started moving around him. He could hear books sliding on and off shelves. The creaking of floor boards from added weight being applied and then removed. After about three or four months, you appeared in front of him. A quiet hello passing his lips. And you've joined at the hip ever since.

Of course you couldn't express yourself vocally. You were using too much energy just manifesting yourself. Instead, every morning you'd leave a note for Greg to answer. You started with names, hometowns, and occupations. You told him how you died. Asked how he lived. He told you he made a deal with a demon-like creature, but was saved. He changed his ways and moved from L.A.. You ask him simple questions and difficult ones. Just a fun trivia session to look forward to. Then you started leaving books. Selections you felt you should recommend to your new friend. Each one read and a review given.

With every passing day, your existence is both filled with joy and dread. You love every moment spent with your grandfather and Greg, but you long to be alive again. You hadn’t meant to fall for him. He’s just been so kind and understanding of your situation. How could you have not fallen? Even your grandfather has picked up on your woeful emotions. Weary of your growing feelings. Greg seems blissfully unaware. You tell yourself that you need to move on. That he can’t be yours. Then he walks in with a bouquet of your favorite flowers. You hide from sight to watch him climb the stairs. He walks to your corner of the room and places them on the little table kept there, next to your chair. In the flowers is a card with your name on it. When Greg moves away, you approach to take the card.

Good morning Angel,

Today is the anniversary of your passing. At first I was going to leave these at your grave, but then I thought ‘why should I do that when I’m going to go see you today?’ So I brought them here instead and wrote this card for you. A reminder that even though I can’t hold you in my arms, I hold you in every story you give me. For you are my heroine, my princess, my home between the bookshelves, and I hope I am your man in every story you read. I thank whoever allows you to stay among us because somehow they knew we I still need you. 

Yours if you’ll have me,

                                Gregor

[neon-junkie]

Non-stop - Day 2

Prompt: Face sitting

Pairing: Captain Gregor x f!Reader

Additional tags: Established relationship, Oral (receiving), Dirty talk, Multiple orgasms.

Word count: 541

Notes: Big beefy Clone Commando makes me go brrrrr

"Ah, kriff! Gregor, honey-" you pant, rolling your hips down onto his tongue, chasing your ever-growing orgasm.

Gregor hums as his reply, his large hands gripping at your hips as he pulls you down deeper onto his face. He's already drenched, soaked from his nose downwards, yet it's still not enough for him to let go of you. Gregor wants more - he needs more - and he's going to have you cumming multiple times before he even considers wriggling his way out from beneath you.

"Good girl," Gregor coos as your thighs begin to shake. "Got another one for me? Heh, you're spoiling me," he mutters against your folds, before wrapping his lips around your clit and sucking.

"Maker! Oh, karking hell!" You cry out, and begin grinding your clit against Gregor's tongue, soon being pushed over the edge as your orgasm washes over you.

Instantly, you fold forward, pressing your forehead against Gregor's thigh. He's softly chuckling as he grabs your hips, and continues grinding you down onto his tongue, moving your body for you. You're a stuttering, whining mess, flopped on top of him, and he's taking great pleasure in milking you for everything you're worth!

"Gregor, love... that's- augh!" you whimper, and force your hips up, off Gregor's face.

"Too much for you, sweetheart?" Gregor chuckles as he gives your ass a soft, playful slap, before wriggling his way out from beneath you.

All you manage to reply is, "aughhh," before collapsing face first onto the bed, fucked out.

Gregor, whilst sitting on his knees, dips his head down to place gentle kisses along your shoulders, not bothering to wipe your release from his chin. "I thought you could take more than that," he cheekily comments, trailing his kisses down your back, following the flow of your spine.

"You try having multiple orgasms," you reply with a soft grunt. "You wouldn't last."

"Wanna bet?" Gregor smirks as he playfully bites your bum, only moving away when you swipe at him.

"Yeah... when I'm not exhausted," you sigh, your eyes still shut as you collect whatever rest you can.

Gregor lets out a pleased hum as he kisses over the bite mark that he's just left. As his eyes open, he locks sights onto your soaked cunt, still dripping onto the duvet. Gregor can't help himself, and pushes his face where it belongs - right against your pussy.

"Gregor!" you whimper, eyes snapping open as you peer over your shoulder.

"Just one more for me," Gregor mutters against your folds, before opening his eyes to meet yours. Whilst enticed by your debauched state, his sticks his tongue out, and slips it into your pussy, tongue fucking you whilst you decide on your next move.

"Alright," you sigh, and relax, falling limp onto the bed again.

"Good girl," Gregor mutters. His hands come up to grab at your cheeks, spreading them apart so he can bury more of his tongue into you. Instinctively, you push back onto his face, grinding against his thick tongue and soaked chin, enjoying how much he's spoiling you. Gregor chuckles to himself as he kisses your clit, mumbling, "my good girl," before wrapping his lips around your bud and sucking.

You're in for a long night...