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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

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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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vodika-vibes · 2 months

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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.

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sunshinesdaydream · 1 year

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So this is an EVERYONE lives AU for me. Echo never got blown up. So to fix this we have a couple things going on. 1-The Domino Squad "Adopts" The Bad Batch sort of when they are on Kamino 2-Fives and Echo tell Rex about them and Rex insists Cody introduce them 3-Rex semi-adopts the BB (shared custody with Cody) 4-This is Crosshair PRE-trauma. He is based on is behavior in the Clone Wars Arc, not The Bad Batch 5-Yes the rest of Domino is still alive. We will get to it later (I said I was digging myself in over my head didn't I?) 6-the future fics related together the X Reader will be "You" and not likely use y/n. However the other partners to the guys in each fic will have a place holder name (no, you can't be all of them at the same time. That would be confusing)

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neon-junkie · 3 years

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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...

#non-stop #kinktober #swwriting #captain gregor #captain gregor x you #smut #nsft #female reader #f!reader #the clone wars #star wars #clone commando gregor #captain gregor x reader

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that-one-weeb-but-starwars · 3 years

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Good Morning| Gregor

Note: you and gregor be wakin up the moring after a lovely night together, you have a surpise for your lovely clone commando

Warnings: the moring after, fluff

Reader: female

smiled, his lover asleep next to him. His fingers stroking a few strands of hair away.

"Aren't you just the prettiest thing..." he whispered to no one, she had become a heavy sleepier in peaceful momments in her life, and was glad he could be that peaceful moment.

Leaning down he kissed her cheek softly, his lips barely ghosting over her peach fuzzy and sat up carefully he pulled himself out of bed, pulling on his breifs thrown on the floor a pair of sweats followed and he yawned, stretching long and strong. He walked his way out the room, his slow pace leading him to the caf machine in the process of bring brewed, thank maker for timers.

Finding a cup in the kitchen cabinet. The caf machine went off, he as quick as his tired self could make. Sipping the hot liquid he sighed in satisfaction. Measingly he looked out the nearby window, the sun barely rising, he looking at the time. He could make Y/n a quick breakfast, well. He could attempt alteast.

Pulling out eggs and bacon he started, breakfast couldn't be too hard. Right?

Two long and wide strips of bacon covered in two large fries eggs later with a small bowl of cut fruit and a cup of coffee later he had breakfast. He quickly made sure everything was off and was cleaned off the counter and made his way to Y/n. Plate in hand with bowl on the the side of the plate. He picked up the coffee in one hand and made his way back to her room.

Quietly he walked in, seeing she was still asleep he walked over to his side of the bed he set the food items down. Crawling on the bed towards her he smiled.

"Babe." He spoke she still sound asleep, "baby."

He leaned down kissing her cheek, pressing his lips firmly on her cheek as he laid on his hip, his hand under the covers and tracing her stomach.

She turned a bit as he chuckled. "I know your up darling."

She shuffled in her sleep seemingly still asleep he frowned.

"Buzzing bee." He teased as her face twitched, "ah! I seen you move come on now!"

She tried to hold back her smile but no avail, she cracked a lazy smile with her eyes opened in just slits, they waking up slolwy.

"Mhm. There she is." He smiled kissing her softly her eyes closed, her hand running through his hair as he held her side.

Her pulling his hair resulted in a moan, she smiled satisfied with the muffled sound, Gregor starting to pull away yet Y/n only followed in his footsteps. He chuckled at her resilience, he being happily pulled back down he without a care in the world contuined to kiss her. He finally pulled away from her with a soft pant.

"Well good morning to you too babe." he smiled softly.

She smiled lazily at him, "mhm mornin hm?"

Gregor chuckled, "I made you breakfast."

Gregor got off her she following him and sitting up in her spot, a blanket pressed to her chest. He grabbed the plate and cup of caff as she smiled handing her the plate.

"Oh." Y/n spoke, "thank you."

Gregor smiled, watched her cut up a bite, "it's um...nicely plated."

"I thought you like your eggs runny."

"Yeah. But I uh. Can't eat raw eggs anymore. I prefer to be safe."

Gregor cocked an eyebrow, "safe from what?"

"Well I wouldn't want the baby getting sick." Gegor looked at her with knitted eyebrows, "what baby?"

She reached over, opening her nightstand drawer and hand him a few pictures.

"What's this?" He questioned taking them in hand as he slolwy started looking through them.

The black and white pictures an ultrasound.

"They're not very big yet." Y/n smiled putting thr plate on her nightstand.

"You're kiddin..." he spoke his voice drawn out, his mind seemingly going a mile a mintue and loosing the ability to speak.

Then it finally set in he was having a baby with Y/n. There own little creation.

"Wow..." he spoke breathless.

Y/n smiling at his shocked expression, her hand carassed his cheek and bringing his head up to look at her.

"We're having a baby!" He cheered knocking her down into the bed as she laughed. "I love you! I love you! I love you!"

He chanted I love yous as he kissed her happy. She laughing as she kissed back. He pulled away as he looked down at her the biggest smile on his face, his eyes shining with excitement.

"I love you so much.'

#star wars #the bad batch gregor #captain gregor #clone commando gregor #gregor tbb #gregor x reader #gregor x you #sw x female reader #x female reader #tbb x reader

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ithoughtitwasobvious · 3 years

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Let Me Show You How Much I Love You

Rating: Explicit (18+ mature readers only)

Pairing: Hunter x Female Jedi! Reader

Words: 4.6k

Warnings: Here be smut! PIV sex, Oral (female receiving), Fingering, Unprotected Sex (wrap it before your tap it y’all)

Summary: Reader is a jedi who worked with the bad batch pre-order 66. You and Hunter always had feelings for each other, but never had the time or the circumstances to act on those feelings. After the events of the Season 1 Finale, the squad returns to Ord Mantell and your’s and Hunter’s feelings for each other finally reach a boiling point.

Tags: Hunter x Female Jedi Reader, Post Bad Batch Season 1 Finale, Love Confessions, Smut, Porn With Feelings, Spoilers for the Season 1 Finale of The Bad Batch

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When the boys and Omega finally returned to Ord Mantell, to say you were relieved was an understatement. You had made the difficult decision to stay behind with Gregor at Cid’s bar while the rest of the batch left to go rescue Hunter. You wanted nothing more than to go retrieve him from the empire yourself, but you and the boys both knew that that was too risky for you to do. It wasn’t worth your cover being compromised. If the empire found out that you, a former Jedi knight, had survived Order 66, rescuing Hunter would become only one of your many problems. Therefore, you stayed back with Gregor and waited. You had contacted Rex to alert him that the mission to rescue Gregor had been successful. He was grateful, although remorseful after finding out that Hunter had been captured as a direct result of the mission. The Captain was due to arrive on Ord Mantell to retrieve Gregor and discuss the batch’s current run-ins with the empire the rotation after they had returned. The squad had arrived back at Cid’s in the early evening, and you were grateful for a night of reconnecting with your found-family before they had to be back to business.

As soon as they had stepped through the door Omega had run up to you and thrown her arms around your waist. You smiled down at the girl, bringing a hand up to pat the blonde tufts of hair that stuck out of her head in slight disarray.

“I missed you,” Omega’s soft, accented voice was muffled where her face was half buried into the fabric of your shirt.

“I missed you too. I’m glad you all made it back safely.” As you spoke you looked above her, your eyes meeting that of Tech and Echo as they removed their buckets and headed toward the bar. They both smiled and nodded in your direction in greeting before your field of vision was quickly engulfed by Wrecker’s armored form barreling at you across the entry way. He wore his bucket atop his head like a hat so you could see his grinning face.

“Aw we missed you out there tiny!” Wrecker bellowed in greeting as his arm came around your back to crush you against his chest in a tight hug. You laughed, reaching around to pat what of his back you could reach.

“I missed you too Wreck. It was awfully quiet around here without you.”

His booming laugh seemed to reverberate off the walls. “You got that right!”

He finally released you before bending down to pick up Omega and seat her on his shoulder. “Me and the kid are going out to get our Mantell Mix, seeing as the missions over.”

“That’s fine, but be back before sundown.” A new voice spoke up near the doorway, and your gaze snapped upward to lock eyes with Hunter for the first time in days. His hair was a bit disheveled, though his signature bandana still held it mostly in place. His bucket was tucked neatly under his arm, like it always was, and he thankfully appeared to be without any injuries. What stuck out to you was the way that he was now gazing at you. His eyes never strayed, never even blinked as he scrutinized you. You could feel a cocktail of emotions pouring off of him in waves through the force. There was some happiness and relief, but also a heady mix of fear, grief, sadness. This immediately set off alarm bells in your head as you wondered what exactly he had gone through during his time of captivity with the empire.

You hadn’t realized that your feet had begun walking toward him until he began to do the same, meeting you halfway in the entrance of Cid’s bar.

“Hunter,” Your voice was soft but gave away your worry for him where it cracked slightly on the ends. Unable to hold back given the sheer emotion of the moment, you threw your arms around his neck in a tight embrace.

You expected him to stiffen, or shy away from your outward expression of affection. Your relationship with the Sergeant had been very touch and go up to this point. You two clearly had feelings for each other beyond former colleagues of the Republic or found friendship since the rise of the empire, and there were no real rules anymore preventing you from acting on those feelings. However your lives on the run were so tumultuous and unsure. It just never felt as though there was a proper time to truly consider pursuing your romantic connection.

However, without hesitation, you felt Hunter’s strong arms wind around you. He pulled you tightly against his chest. One of his hands gripped the fabric of your shirt near your waist while his other came up to grasp onto your collar. He closed his eyes reverently before tucking his nose into the juncture of where your shoulder met your neck. You felt the warm breath of his exhale on your skin as he breathed in your scent. He spoke your name, his smokey voice softer and warmer than you had ever heard it before. You could feel your heart pounding out of your chest, and knew that with his enhanced senses that he could probably hear it too. Hunter slowly pulled back to straighten to his full height, though his hands stayed on your waist, anchoring you to the current moment.

“Would you come with me back to Marauder so we can have some privacy? I have a lot to tell you.” You wordlessly nodded your head, allowing him to take your hand in his to lead you outside the bar and across town to the landing pad. Your head was still spinning a bit as you walked. You didn’t know what could have happened during Hunter’s captivity that could have brought this on. The normally grounded Sergeant was anxious, his presence in the force humming like a live wire. There was a sense of urgency and importance as he lead you inside the ship and shut the ramp behind you. You wordlessly followed him to his private bunk, a luxury that he was afforded due to both his heightened senses and his status as their leader. The two of you sat across from each other on his bed, your knees brushing as you folded your legs beneath yourself.

“Hunter,” you finally broke the silence. A soft smile pulled at your lips as you reached out to take one of his gloved hands in yours.

“What happened?”

He glanced down at your hands before meeting your eyes. His expression was still a touch wild and urgent, though softer now as he looked at you.

“Its a bit of a long story.”

You listened intently as Hunter recounted all of the events from the past few days to you, beginning with his capture on Daro, to meeting up with Crosshair, to the squad’s harrowing escape from Kamino. You sat there on his bunk, shocked at all that you were hearing. It was an immense amount of information to take in and process all at once, and you could immediately understand some of his earlier urgency and anxiousness to tell you what had transpired. It put everything into perspective, and made you all the more grateful that your little family had made their way back to you all in one piece.

“I’m sorry about Kamino,” you apologized softly while running your thumb back and forth over his gloved knuckles. “I know what it’s like to have the empire destroy your home.”

Hunter’s dark eyes snapped upward to meet yours, widening briefly in realization. “The empire has taken a lot from all of us, but we still have each other.” You nodded slowly in agreement.

“Still, I wish that Crosshair would have agreed to come back with you guys. I’m sure it would be nice to have you all back together again.” Hunter let out a heavy sigh, bringing his hand up to brush a stray piece of hair back behind the confines of his bandana.

“Crosshair made his choice, and we made ours. I told him that we are loyal to each other. If he ever decides to come back and be a part of our squad again, he will always be welcome. Until then, I have to do what’s best for all of us.”

A smirk tugged at the corners of your lips. “Does that mean I’m part of the squad then?”

Hunter smirked back at you. “You have been for a while now,” He assured softly. “I thought about you a lot while I was gone, with the empire.” One of your eyebrows lifted in question.

“Oh? What about me?” Hunter took both of your hands in his again. His touch was warm against your skin, even through his gloves.

“Mostly about how well you fit in with the boys, and Omega.” He paused. “And with me.”

Your eyes widened as your head snapped up to look at him. Instantly you were met with his own unwavering stare, feeling some of his former intensity return through the force. The moment felt charged and heavy, like a cord pulled taut just waiting to snap. You hadn’t even realized that you’d been inching closer to him, your bodies moving toward one another like magnets. Hunter released your hands in favor of placing them on either side of your face. When you were only mere inches away from one another he paused, searching your expression for any sign of opposition. When he found none, he wasted no time in crashing his lips onto yours.

The kiss was everything that you had imagined it to be. Hunter’s lips were pleasantly soft against your own. His kiss was passionate and all encompassing, and you found yourself quickly drowning in him. You eagerly drank it all in, the movement of his lips, his scent, the way the stubble along his jawline gently scratched at your skin. Your mind was completely wiped of all other trains of thought until just Hunter remained. The only thing that you were left to wonder about was why you two had waited so long.

You finally pulled back from one another to catch your breath, your foreheads coming to rest gently against each other. You watched through half hooded eyes as a slow smile spread across his lips.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that.” You hummed softly in agreement.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted you to do that.” Hunter gently took your chin between his thumb and forefinger, lifting your gaze upwards to meet his. The look in his eyes was so warm and sincere, you felt your stomach flip and your heart thrumming quickly against your sternum. You felt the static in the air between you crackle and ignite once more as you threw your arms around his neck and pulled in him back in.

Hunter let out a small grunt in surprise before he melted back into you. This kiss quickly became more heated than the first one. Hunter’s large warm hands groped at the fabric of your shirt around your waist as he yanked you forwards onto his lap. You gracefully slid overtop to straddle his hips, your fingers threading through the hairs at the nape of his neck and tugging them slightly. A low groan reverberated from the back of Hunter’s throat. His hips canted upwards against yours. The cod piece of his armor rubbed against your center, sending a pleasurable shiver up your spine. You let out a soft moan and Hunter seized the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth. You stayed that way for awhile, tasting and breathing each other in, hips hopelessly grinding against one another like a couple of teenagers. It was sweet and sensual as you both tried desperately to consume every bit of each other after years of ‘almosts’ and near-misses. It simultaneously felt all new and like you two had always been this way, like just arriving and returning home all at once. Your lips finally separated from his as you both tried to catch your breath, noses bumping as you looked into each other’s eyes.

Hunter stared up at you, eyes wild, chest rising and falling quickly with each breath. His lips were a little swollen from your kissing and his hair was beginning to come out from underneath his bandana. You swore that he had never looked more handsome.

“Meshla,” He addressed you, voice low and gravely. “We don’t have to do anything that you don’t wa-“

“No I want to.” You interrupted, perhaps a bit too eagerly. “I’ve wanted you for so long Hunter, please.” Hunter smirked back at you, leaning in to press another chaste kiss to your lips.

“Far be it from me to deny a beautiful woman what she wants.” As you both stood and removed your clothes, you couldn’t help but to steal a few glances over at Hunter as more of his body was revealed to you. You’d dreamt about what he looked like many times, but no amount of fantasizing could have prepared you for the real thing. He was muscular, with barely an ounce of extra fat to spare. He had a few tattoos on his arms that were normally hidden beneath his armor and blacks, along with many scars scattered across his tanned skin. It wasn’t until he dropped his pants that your mouth went dry. He was even bigger than you’d imagined him to be and painfully hard with a drop of precum already glistening on his tip. You immediately felt the overwhelming urge to lick it off, before a low chuckle broke you from your trance.

“See something you like cyare?” Your eyes quickly met Hunter’s to find him smirking down at you and already making his way across the small space. You saw his gaze slow trail up and down your form in kind, his tongue darting out to absentmindedly lick his lips. You smiled sweetly back at him, making a show of sizing up his body once more.

“I believe I do Sergeant.” You heard him suck in a shallow breath at the use of his title. One calloused hand came down to grasp your hip while the other took hold of your chin.

“Good, because so do I.” He crashed his lips to yours in a searing kiss, licking into your hot mouth as he carefully backed you toward his bunk. Your nipples brushed up against the hard plains of his chest and you shivered. Finally the backs of your legs met the bed and you laid back. Hunter urged you to lie against the pillows before climbing overtop. Your hands grasped at the muscles of his shoulders, desperately searching for purchase as his lips and teeth descended along your throat. You whimpered, one of your hands trailing downward to slip between your bodies and wrap your fingers around his cock. He was hot and heavy in your hand. However before you could begin to stroke him, one of his own hands shot downward to snatch your wrist. Your eyes snapped open, thinking that you had done something wrong.

“We’ll leave that for another time meshla,” Hunter assured. “Let me take care of you.” You meant to protest further until he wrapped his lips around one of your nipples, his hand coming up to roll the opposite one between his fingers. You gasped, back arching up into his touch. It was as if there was a direct line from your chest shooting pleasure straight down to your core. Your eyes screwed shut, head tilting back to rest against the pillow as his lips resumed their descent down your stomach. His hands dug into the meat of your hips as he came face to face with the apex of your thighs.

“Let me see you sweetheart.” The tone of his voice sent another wave of arousal through your body. You couldn’t count how many times you had laid awake at night, dreaming of his deep voice whispering the most lewd things into your ear. You turned to jelly beneath his touch, allowing him to spread your legs apart.

Hunter let out a loud groan of your name, sparking you to open your eyes. He was staring at your center hungrily, like a predator gazing upon its prey. “You’re so beautiful.” He marveled at the slick that was already seeping out of you and beginning to soak the insides of your thighs. “Is this all for me?”

You moaned at his question, squirming beneath the heat of his gaze. “Kriff Hunter yes, all for you. It’s always for you.” Satisfied with your answer, he leaned in to press a series of soft kisses along the insides of your thighs. Without any further warning he licked one long strip up the length of your slit, causing you to gasp and cry out. Your legs tried to close around his face on instinct, but Hunter’s unforgiving grip on your hips forced them back open, and you secretly hoped in the back of your mind that his fingers would leave bruises. However all train of thought was quickly wiped from your mind as his lips latched onto your clit and sucked hard. You nearly screamed, grabbing fistfuls of the sheets beneath you. You could feel the fire of your release already being stoked in your gut as he forced your body further into ecstasy. Two of his thick fingers entered you and quickly found a steady pace.

Hunter continued to swirl his tongue around your clit as his fingers curled inside you up towards your belly, searching out that sacred spot that he knew was inside. Your back arched and you nearly lurched off the bed as a new wave of pleasure shot through you.

“Ah, there it is.” Hunter’s tone was smug, almost relaxed as he pushed you further and further toward your end. You could hear the smile in his voice. It was nearly maddening, having him talk about your pleasure so casually while you could barely string words together. Without missing a beat he began to pump his fingers again and again into that spot inside you while harshly sucking your clit.

“Hunter!” You cried out his name, trying to warn him of the molten hot pleasure threatening to spill over in your gut at any moment. You felt rather than heard his responding groan against you. The vibrations were enough to send you spiraling over the edge. Your vision whited out and your whole body went taut. Hunter continued to move his fingers inside you and lap at your clit, helping you to ride out your release. As you slowly began to drift back down he continued licking up your juices, moaning at the taste of you on his tongue. You hadn’t even realized that you’d been whimpering his name until he crawled back up your body and cradled your face in one of his hands.

“Shh pretty girl I’ve got you,” He cooed, bringing you in for a slow kiss. You moaned at the taste of yourself on his lips. It sent a new wave of arousal through you as you gripped his shoulders and pulled him in closer. Though he didn’t appear too worked up on the surface, you could tell that he was by the weight of his hard cock that was now pressing against your stomach. You experimentally rocked your hips up into him, causing him to let out a throaty groan into your neck.

“Hunter please,” You begged, your voice sounding more wrecked than you’d ever heard it before. “Please fuck me.” He leaned in to kiss you once again before sitting back on his knees, hiking your legs up over his hips.

“Anything for you meshla.” He lined himself up at your entrance, taking your slick and spreading it along his shaft. Your chest began to heave in anticipation. You’d slept with someone a couple of times during your younger days at the beginning of the clone war, but it had been a long time ago and nothing like this. It had never been with someone who you felt as strongly for as you did for Hunter. Seeming to pick up on your thoughts, one of Hunter’s hands began to reassuringly stroke up and down your side.

“Easy there sweetheart,” he soothed, looking down at you as though you were the entire universe itself. “Just relax and let me make you feel good.” You slowly nodded your head, leaning upward on your elbows to watch as he entered you. He was big. Bigger than anyone you’d ever been with in the past. The image of him splitting you open was much more arousing than it was nerve-wracking, and you swore you could feel a fresh wave of slick seeping out of your cunt in response.

Slowly, Hunter began sliding into you. You watched as his length met no resistance, disappearing into your heat until he bottomed out. You threw your head back against the pillow and moaned. The feeling of him stretching you out so perfectly made your brain short circuit. He was deep in your guts, filling you completely. Just the feeling of him being inside you sent a searing hot wave of arousal pooling in the pit of your stomach. However it became even greater once you opened your eyes and got a look at Hunter’s face.

Hunter’s eyes were screwed shut, mouth hanging slightly open. His muscular chest moved up and down with the effort of his heavy breaths. He looked so wrecked already, so all consumed by the feeling of your tight heat around him. If you thought he was handsome before, this was a whole other level. He groaned deep before leaning forward, bracing himself above you with a hand near each side of your head.

“Kriff sweetheart,” he cursed into your neck. “You feel perfect around me.” You whimpered softly, wiggling your hips as much as you could beneath his weight.

“Please Hunter,” you begged. “Please move.” Without any further hesitation Hunter pulled back so only his tip remained inside you before snapping his hips back into yours. You cried out, your hands flying back to his shoulders.

Hunter immediately set a bruising pace as he drove his hips into yours, quickly falling into a steady rhythm. You moaned into his neck. The feeling of him above you and in you was unlike anything that you’d ever felt before, and the intention behind it was just as overwhelming. This wasn’t just sex. This was an expression of years of unspoken feelings, the culmination of months of longing glances, quick touches, close calls, near death experiences, and late night conversations while flying through hyperspace. All of your time together had been building up to this very moment. You focused what little resolve you had left on pouring out all of your emotions and past pining for the Sergeant through the force. You didn’t want there to be any mistake about what exactly this moment meant to you, about what Hunter meant to you.

Hunter dropped down to his elbows so he could press his lips to yours. This kiss was all tongue and teeth, chaste and messy in all the best ways. You pressed your forehead to his when you both separated for air.

“Fuck meshla you feel like heaven,” he praised you, his hot breath mingling with yours as he spoke against your lips. “You’re such a good girl, letting me fuck you like this.” You could only whimper in response as your pleasure continued to mount while Hunter kept singing your praises into your neck.

“Dreamt about you all the time. What you felt like, what you would sound like screaming my name.” His words choked off with a groan as he angled his hips upwards, finding that soft spot inside you once again. You cried out, your nails clawing their way down his back.

“That’s right meshla, let me make you feel good. Let me show you how much I love you.” With the combination of his gruff voice in your ear and his hips relentlessly pounding into the most sensitive parts of you, you had nowhere to go but over the edge into your second orgasm of the night. This one was even more powerful than the first. You screamed Hunter’s name until it reverberated off the walls as you clenched and fluttered around his length that was still pumping inside you, elongating your release. Hunter cursed and sunk his teeth into the soft skin of your shoulder as he began hurtling toward his own end. The feeling of your cunt constricting around his cock was too much. He knew quickly that he wouldn’t last much longer.

“Sweetheart, where do you want it?” He asked you breathlessly as you were coming down from your high.

“In, inside me! Please!” You wanted nothing more in that moment than to have him fill you up, and you told him so. “Fill me Hunter please, make me yours.”

“Fuck Meshla.” After a few more harsh thrusts Hunter let out a loud groan as he came. He pushed himself as far as he could inside you as he painted your walls with his hot release.

You both stayed like that as he continued to pulse within you, eyes clenched shut and sweat beading off his forehead. After a few moments, he ever so carefully slipped himself out of you. You felt a few drops of his cum begin to seep out when his arm wrapped around shoulders to pull you into him. He gently rolled you both over so that he was lying on his back and you were spread out across his chest. His eyes were still closed and you figured that, with his heightened senses, he was taking a moment to collect himself. You two laid like that in silence. One of your hands drew patterns on his skin as you listened to his heart slow back down to a normal speed. Once it did, you pressed a gentle kiss to his chest before throwing one of your legs over his and snuggling in closer. Hunter pressed a kiss to your forehead in kind as one of his fingers began to gently stroke your shoulder.

“I love you too you know,” You nearly whispered, breaking the silence. You didn’t know what his reaction would be, or if he even remembered what he had just said to you in the heat of the moment. To your surprise, you felt his frame shaking beneath you as he quietly chuckled.

“I didn’t know if you caught that.” His other hand came up across his body to take a hold of your chin, tilting your face upward. The look on his face as he gazed down at you held nothing but warmth and adoration.

“Truth be told, I do love you.” Your face split into a wide grin.

“So it wasn’t just because you were balls deep inside me?” Hunter laughed in earnest at that, cradling your face and rubbing his thumb across your cheek affectionately.

“No Meshla, that was just a bonus. I intended on coming clean to you today no matter what. We’ve spent too much time and had too many close calls to not be honest with each other.” He paused, tucking a loose piece of hair behind your ear. “I’ve been uncertain about a lot things since the end of the war, but you’ve never been one of them.” You leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to his lips.

“The feeling is mutual Sergeant.” You smiled at one another before leaning in, intent on taking this one night of respite to make up for lost time.

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stargazingthenightaway · 3 years

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See Something You Like? Part 1

Pairing: Rebels Rex x Female Reader

Word Count: 2.1K

Warning: NSFW 18+ Sexual tension, dirty thoughts, praise kink, size kink, Oral (female receiving) unwanted attention (not from main character) Dom!Rex

A/N: So I’ve decided to write a few, but what I thought would be a one shot has turned into this monster, so I’ve decided to break it down. Not sure how long it’ll be, but I get the feeling it’ll be at least 3 parts. This is inspired by @samrubio art especially her Rex pieces, go check it out! Also, if I missed any warning tags, let me know :)

It was a rarity for the firing range to be this empty. Usually it was crammed to the walls with training drills for new recruits, post mission vent sessions with the faceless targets or if you were unlucky, the cocky fly-boys trying to one-up each other, seeing who had the better ‘blaster’. If you were really unlucky, instead of leaving, their attention would turn to whoever they thought would enjoy their company, which consisted of what barely passed as a conversation before leading to the real objective, servicing the dangly bit between their legs. Their limp pick up line “I’ve got another blaster you can handle sweet cheeks” was in just as much need of an overhaul as their piloting skills. Sadly, you’ve been on the receiving end of these lack-lustre ‘invitations’ far too often and are quick to shut them down. It’s become so repetitive you can time it to the second when they make their appearance. All these boys are the same, give them a flight suit, a ship and they think they’re the Maker’s gift to the galaxy.

‘They’re just so immature’ you think to yourself, a scowl on your face. Your last rebuffed fly-boy hasn’t gotten the memo that you’re not interested and continues to pester you. As if you’d want to spend 30 seconds listening to a dying bantha grunt into your ear, fumbling to get himself off and counting down until you’re smothered in dissatisfaction. Hard. Pass.

The only reason you have some peace is because they’re out on a mission, but you will take the reprieve. It’s a joy to have an opportunity to fit in some blaster practice without an audience. While you weren’t the worst shot in the rebellion, you certainly weren’t the best, but with enough practice you hope you’ll be placed on some off-planet missions.

Sliding into an empty booth, you pick up one of the safety helmets, placing it on your head and type in one of the easier simulation codes on the keypad on the side of the wall. As the program calibrates, you remove the blaster from its holster on your thigh, flicking off the safety and settling into your stance. Breathe in, breathe out, shoot. This mantra helps get a rhythm going and soon you’re oblivious to everything around you except your target. The steady stream of blaster fire rings out, mixed with the sounds of high tings for each successful hit and clunky thunks with each miss. It’s pleasing to note that with each round there are more tings than there are thunks. Soon you’re drifting off with the repetitive movements, your thoughts going through your encounters with him.

Captain Rex, member of the Ghost crew and key participant of the rebellion. A legend in his own right. You had first seen him in passing, bringing up some data pads needed for a debrief and you just happened to look in his direction as you were leaving, and stars did you look. He was thick everywhere. His armour did nothing to hide his size as your gaze travelled from his barrel chest, to his thick waist, finally ending at his powerful thighs. Rex has the kind of body that makes you want to rub yourself all over him like a nexu in heat. As he spoke with Agent Fulcrum, Rex crossed his arms over his chest, pulling his shirt tight over his biceps, and your mouth watered. You were so busy ogling that Rex had finished his conversation and looked over your way.

Seeing you staring he gives you a small smirk and a wink before mouthing “see something you like?” You swear he flexed his arms a bit as he did that.

The smirk on his face grows as you feel your face heat up, hightailing it out of the debriefing room and making your way back to your office. It’s quite a while before your blush goes away, and more than one person asks if you’re feeling well.

The next time you saw him was a bit more hands-on and it still makes you clench your thighs together when you recall this particular memory. You’d been paired as sparring partners, and if you thought Rex looked good in his armour, he was downright edible stripped down to a simple training shirt and grey sweatpants. The shirt stretched in all the right places and the pants were loose enough to provide movement where it was needed, but just snug enough to tease you about what he was packing.

You were so distracted that he easily put you on your back, repeatedly. Each time he knocked you over his thighs would bracket your own, your hands pinned by your head and the rest of his body caging you in. How in the Sith hells were you supposed to concentrate if this was exactly where you wanted to be! You clawed at whatever self-restraint you still possessed to not rub up against him, but maker he made it difficult.

After the final throw Rex settled on your thighs and smirked down at you “What’s the matter mesh’la?” He took in your flushed cheeks, “You seem distracted, I didn’t think you’d take everything I gave you so easily.”

Your face was on fire, your brain traitorously giving you ideas of what else you’d take from him, and how well you’d enjoy it.

“Surely you can get me on my back.” You eyes snapped up to his, “all you need to do is use your hips and thrust.”

Fuck.

You felt yourself get wet as a throb built up between your legs from just his voice alone. You needed to finish whatever this had become so you could finish your own needs, preferably in the privacy of your own bunk. With a strength that surprised even you, you took Rex’s advice to thrust your hips up, bracing you leg to provide enough leverage to push him over. The look of surprise on his face that you took his words to heart was something you would never forget.

As you settled over his waist, his hands came up to your sides, sliding down to rest on your hips, keeping you in place.

“Knew you could do it” His surprise had turned into a beatific smile, looking up at you as his hands squeezed your hips. “Good girl.”

The triumphant words die on your lips as you look down at him and see exactly how you’re positioned. Your hands are braced on his chest and your thighs have splayed out to the sides to fit over his waist. There is a pleasant ache along your inner thighs from the stretch. If anyone saw the suggestive scene of the pair of you right now, the gossip hotline would be buzzing for months. You made a motion to move but Rex’s hands keep you snug against himself. His thumbs had made their way under the edge of your shirt and traced light circles over your skin. Arousal flooded your veins and you felt your slick starting to soak your panties.

You look back up to Rex’s face and he tightens his grip “See something you like mesh’la?”

Before you could answer the door burst open, causing the two of you to startle, zoning back in to the present. Chatter filled the room as Wolffe and Gregor brought in the next group of ‘shinies’ for sparring practice. The bubble of intimacy had burst and you hurriedly got off Rex, babbling some thanks about the advice before bolting out of the room. That was six weeks ago, the Ghost having left on a mission, taking Rex with them.

The buzzer in your booth goes off, signalling the end of the simulation. You’re not ready to head back to the responsibilities of intelligence just yet, so you up the intensity of another exercise and when you’re happy with your rhythm, let your thoughts turn back to Rex.

He’d become the prominent figure in all your fantasies. Before that, neither your toys or your hands would work to get you off, leaving you frustrated and horny. In a fit of desperation you thought back to your spar, but instead of sitting on Rex’s waist you were sitting on his face.

You imagined how his arms would wrap around your thighs, muscles flexing to make sure you stay exactly where he wants you to, and that’s on his tongue. Moans fill the room as he slowly eats you out, long licks up your folds to harsh sucks on your clit. The vibrations from his groans sending you spiralling to the edge, only for him to back off when you’re so close, leaving you sobbing and trembling with need. He’d leave little nibbles and bites along your inner thighs as he waits for the trembling to stop, and his beard, fuck. Rex would nuzzle the side of his face along your legs, leaving more marks that you were his. Letting you know that he was the only one that could give you the satisfaction you craved. You’d squirm, just to feel him tighten his hold, knowing that he controlled your pleasure.

“Look at me,” he’d growl before licking up your slit, drinking you down, “want you to keep your eyes on me when you cum on my tongue.” This sends another rush of slick from your core, the feeling in your belly coiled tight, waiting to snap. You yelp as there’s a sharp bite to your thigh.

“You like it when I tell you to watch” Rex grins from between your thighs, and you can see the evidence of your arousal glistening on his beard. Stars that is hot. There is a feral look in his golden eyes “Next time I’ll make sure to fuck you in front of a mirror, show you how wet you get for me.”

Your needy whine of approval turns into a lascivious moan as Rex plunges his tongue into your heat, rapidly bringing your orgasm back to the edge, but this time he doesn’t stop. His tongue speeds up, alternating between fluttering around your opening and pushing in as far as he can, nose pressed into your clit. All too soon you’re flying over the edge into sweet oblivion.

With a choked scream you cum, legs clamped tight around Rex’s head, his arms pulling you closer as his tongue working furiously to collect everything that you give him. He groans in delight and that sets off another small orgasm which has you seeing white. When you finally come down from your high you look back down at Rex, a blissed out expression on your face.

Rex has to practically lift you off him, moving you down so that you’re straddling his waist and conveniently nestling his cock between your folds, and that’s another part of him you’re all too eager to get to know.

As you bask in the afterglow of your orgasm, Rex puts a hand around the back of your neck, pulling your closer. You don’t need to be force sensitive to feel how smug he is, it’s written all over his face and the possessive arm draped around your waist.

He nuzzles your nose when you’re close enough, before whispering two devastating words “Good girl.”

A blaring sound yanks you out of your daydream, and you realize that you’ve stopped shooting at the targets. The noise is the warning alarm that the simulation will shut off after 30 more seconds of inactivity. What it is is an inconvenience. You slam the pause button a little more forcefully than you need to, too riled up from your own fantasy simulation. It seems to have worked a little too well, judging by ache between your legs.

Putting the safety back on your blaster, you drop it onto the shelf in front of the booth opening. Thinking back, there was something in Rex’s eyes as he called you “good girl” that you can’t quite put your finger on. Discovering that you enjoyed being praised was one thing, but it seemed that Rex was holding something back, something that had to do with that phrase. Not knowing what it was set you on edge, that it could be something about you and that feeling didn’t sit well.

There was just something about him that makes you crave his attention, wanting to please him so he’d call you “good girl” again. You shiver as you think about how he looked between your thighs, how wide you had to stretch to fit him between you legs.

You groan to yourself, knowing you’re well and truly gone on this man, and that you’d let him do whatever he wanted, just as long as you could be his good girl. You lean forward against the small shelf, burying your head in your arms.

“Fuuuuck me.”

“Am I interrupting something, mesh’la?”

To be continued

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