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mandos-mind-trick · 7 months

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Going For A Ride

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

Pairing: Gregor x reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"But...what if I...smother you?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You're in for a long night.

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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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clone-anon-after-dark · 9 months

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Clones with an Asexual / Acespec Partner Headcanons

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

Word Count: 2915

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

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

Hunter

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

Tech

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

Echo

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

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

Crosshair

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

Wrecker

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

Jesse

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

Hardcase

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

Tup

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

Dogma

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

Fives

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

Kix

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

Gregor

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

Wolffe

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

Rex

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

Cody

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

Mayday

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

Fox

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

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

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kaminocasey · 4 months

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

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

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

WC: 1.4K

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

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

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

“I think we’re lost.” You mutter.

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

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

“Oh great.” You groan.

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

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

“Like the sun?” You laugh.

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

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

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

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

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

You nod, pathetically. “P-please…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You nod. “Y-yes.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Stars, yes.” You moan.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“My perfect girl.” He kisses you again.

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

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

Gregor chuckles. “For the night.”

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

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

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afternoon tickles

Gregor x reader (gn)

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

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

word count: ~910

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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the-bad-batch-baroness · 11 months

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can u do 18. for gregor x fem reader where it’s an accidental confession when he gets drunk one night at the 79’s and reader has to take him home and he wakes up in her house and gets all flustered and cute, but reader confesses and maybe a little smooch.

“You are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen”

The Prettiest Room Decoration

Gregor x Fem!Reader

Pairing: Gregor x Fem!Reader

Tags & Warnings: alcohol, drunkeness, love confession, kissing

Word Count: 100

Author's Note: Thank you anon for the request for my 100 followers celebration! Whoa, there was a lot to unpack in this request. A fabulous idea, but nearly impossible to fit within 100 words. However, I tried my best to include all the details! I hope you enjoy it 💚

After a rowdy night at 79’s it's your turn to bring drunk Gregor home. You leave him on your couch and find him there in the morning.

“Sorry for taking up your space,” he apologizes. “I know I’m not the prettiest room decoration.”

“You are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen,” you laugh before covering your mouth at the slip.

He raises an eyebrow. “Come here,” he beckons. “I want to tell you a secret.”

You walk over and get real close. He looks left, then right, then plants a kiss on your cheek. “I like you too.”

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Hi! I was rereading some of your follower event things and thought one of Wrecker ones (I Can Fix That) was super cute! At least the vibes of it with it being mostly really sweet and caring.

I was hoping you could write something with vibes kind of like that one. Not exactly like the Wrecker one obviously because what I'm asking for is different.

Anyways, I am requesting the gem emerald with Gregor during sunset/dusk please! Preferably with Gender Neutral reader where the reader and Gregor are going on their first date. Both of them are nervous, but are really sweet with each other. Maybe it's the first date either of them have had in a long time or something, so they both agree to take it slow.

Great work with your writing! Can't wait to read/see this when it gets written!

First Time In Forever

Summary: You’ve not been on a date in ages, so you’re hopeful that this date with Gregor goes well.

Pairing: Captain Gregor x GN!Reader

Word Count: 627

Prompt: Emerald - Patient Love

Warnings: None

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni @imabeautifulbutterfly

A/N: Hi there! Thank you for your request! I hope this is close to what you wanted. I didn't actually write the date, because that would have definitely put me over my self imposed word limit, but I hope you like it anyway.

You haven’t been on a date in what feels like ages.

It’s not your fault, not really. You’ve been so busy, what with the war and everything, that it kind of fell to the wayside, but things are different now.

The war is over.

And you’re able to get back to your normal life.

Of course, normal is subjective, and people just haven’t been interested in dating you.

You were starting to worry that you were never going to make a connection with anyone…and that’s when you met Gregor. Kind Gregor. Handsome Gregor.

Gregor who smiles at you like you’re a little confusing but keeps coming around anyway.

Gregor, who asked you to get ice cream with him today. Who sheepishly, and bashfully, admitted that it was a date but he was a little nervous using that word since you don’t date.

You weren’t sure how to tell him that you didn’t date because people weren’t interested in you, so you didn’t. You just accepted his offer. You like him, after all. He’s wonderful.

But now that today is here, you’re kind of…panicking.

You’ve been dumped by every person you’ve ever been on a date with. Clearly this is a ‘you’ problem since you're the only common denominator, and the idea of Gregor breaking up with you because of some personal failing that you aren’t aware of is…terrifying.

But, at the same time, you can’t not go. Because that might upset Gregor and you can’t do that.

So, after fretting over your appearance for a few more minutes, because it’s something you can control, you finally leave your apartment to head to the meeting point you and Gregor agreed on.

The both of you arrive at the same time, and the moment you see Gregor all of the nerves fly away, as though they were never there to begin with. How could you be nervous with him grinning at you like that? Like an excited schoolboy.

“You’re here!” He even sounds excited, and your heart does a little flip, though not from nerves this time.

“So are you.” You tease with a small grin.

“Well, yeah…” He pushes his hand through his hair, “I…ah, was kind of worried that you weren’t going to come.” Gregor admits, “My brothers had to reassure me that you would.”

“Well, honestly, I was a bit worried that you would change your mind when you saw me.” You admit as you lean closer to him, “I haven’t exactly had good luck with dating in the past.”

Gregor stares at you, “Never. I would never. You’re amazing. I’m a lucky man that you agreed to come on a date with me.” His smile is slightly lopsided, “But, uh…it’s been a bit since the last time I dated-”

“Oh, same. I haven’t been on a date since…Force…before the war started.”

Gregor releases a giggle, before he shakes his head, “Well, since it’s been a while, for us both, do you mind if we…go a bit slow?”

A smile blooms across your face, and you reach out to take his hands in yours. “I like you, Gregor. I think you’re funny and smart and kind and good…and I’d like to see where this goes. We can go as slow, or as fast, as you’d like.”

He squeezes your hands, “Well, I’m hoping for a possible forever with you, so there’s no need to rush, right?”

You beam at him, “Well, as it happens, I’m a very patient person.” You squeeze his hands back, “Because your hope sounds perfect to me.”

Gregor flashes a small, shy smile and then threads his fingers with yours, “Well then, shall we get this date started?”

“I can’t wait,” You reply with a small grin as you squeeze his hand.

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clone-anon-after-dark · 5 months

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So Good (Gregor x F!Reader)

Word Count: 1557

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“My pussy,” you answered.

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

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

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

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

“Better,” he asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You nodded.

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

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clone-anon · 9 months

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Gregor x Disabled Reader

I received a request for "something romantic with a disabled reader who uses a cane sometimes to help them get around and either Rex or Gregor." Really hope I did okay on this. Always open to feedback.

You felt well enough in the morning that you and Gregor went to a local festival. You enjoyed each other's company, some great music and food, but within a couple hours you were ready to head back. Gregor walked with you, happy to take his time, and always there if you needed support. When you got back home, he opened the door and quickly kissed your forehead as you walked past. You went straight for the sofa, sitting yourself down and happy to put your cane aside.

"Do you need anything, love," he asked before sitting down.

You shook your head, a tired smiling crossing your face. You reached out with one hand and he took it with a grin, flirtatiously kissing the back of it and sitting next to you.

"You okay?" He noticed you were aching and trying to ease the pain. Of course he did. You always noticed these things about each other. Gregor had his own struggles since the war, but you loved his spirit, humor, and kindness. Whatever one of you was going through, the other was right there.

"Yeah," you replied, trying to adjust to lean on him. You didn't know how to explain it, but he was the best pillow.

He laid back against the sofa and after his usual "where do you want me" he moved so you could get comfortable laying on him, supporting you wherever he could.

"I'm sorry we couldn't stay out longer," you said.

"Nonsense," he replied, kissing your forehead and gently holding you a little closer. "I love my time with you however we spend it."

You reached for his hand and kissed each knuckle. You felt him chuckle.

"You keep that up and I'll have to stay here forever," he said.

"Oh no," you replied, playfully leaving another kiss. "Whatever shall I do?"

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freesia-writes · 1 year

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Fourth date idea: Gregor tries planning something like another picnic, but goes to pick her up and realizes he's not feeling great and he's struggling with the effects of his traumatic brain injury and speech issues and just generally feeling not good about himself? And reader can tell something is off and instead invites him inside her home, they have a picnic on the floor, and she listens to him open up about his worries when they snuggle on the couch?

[Author's Note: I skipped the picnic on the floor. Forgive me. It shan't happen again (it probably shall).] ;)

Gregor x Fem!Reader Word Count: 3.1k Content: some cuddling, trauma talk, and kissing.

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The knock at the front gives away who it is immediately; no one else sounds so chipper through a solid wooden door. You smile, bouncing to open it as you finish putting on your final earring. Your dress blows slightly in the whoosh of air as you swing it open, revealing your favorite ray of sunshine standing on your porch. He's got a slightly different air to him today, though, and you can't quite put your finger on it. Pushing aside the immediate insecurities that come to mind, you invite him in for a moment.

"I just need to feed the cat and we can head out!" you say, looking around for said cat, who is sure to be hiding somewhere just to make a liar out of you. "What were you thinking this time?" you ask from the kitchen, pulling the cat food bag out of a cupboard and scooping some into a small dish. Gregor perches himself somewhat awkwardly on the arm of the couch, running a hand through his slicked-back hair. His shoulders seem slumped slightly more than usual... Or are you just imagining it all?

"Well, I was thinking we'd--" Gregor begins, but his voice gets particularly squeaky in the middle syllables, and he cuts himself off, brow furrowing and head turning slightly away. "Sorry, we can ahh... Now I forget..." He rubs a hand across his eyes, resting his forehead in his palm for a moment. Now he's really got your attention. Closing the cat food bag, you approach tentatively.

"Hey," you say softly, placing a hand on his knee. He looks like a delicious island snack with his flowery boardshorts and bright yellow tank top, but it is a rather stark contrast to his decidedly gray demeanor. "Is everything alright? You seem a little off..." You want to invite openness but also don't want to pry.

"Ah, yes... Well, kind of," he admits, brightening a little at your touch. "I don't even know where to begin..." his voice is a tiny bit higher than usual, with more frequent lilts in his tone, and it seems to bother him, though you can't imagine why. You search your previous conversations for any hint of sensitivity in that area, remembering only that he was severely injured in an explosion and may have been subjected to further experimentation that he didn't recall.

"Why don't we have a quiet afternoon here?" you suggest, glancing around your small home with a silent nod of gratitude that you'd just cleaned it all up yesterday. "You can share about what's bothering you or we can just enjoy some snacks or games or something," you say. You return your gaze to him and find his eyes on you, looking you up and down almost sadly before glancing back to the floor.

"You got yourself all ready though," he protests, wringing his hands together in a thinly-veiled attempt to hide his anxiety.

"I..." you begin boldly but falter for a moment, feeling self-conscious about your admission. But it seems appropriate more now than ever, so you continue, "I do it for you, Gregor. Not to go out and show off to others... I want to look nice for you..." Now you're the one staring at the floor.

"Ah sheesh," he says with a single, empty chuckle. "Well I don't deserve it."

"Excuse me," you say, feeling a little indignant now at whatever has got a hold of him, "You most certainly do. Come on, it would be just as fun to enjoy some time together here. I'm sure we can find something to do." It sounds suggestive, even though you didn't initially mean it that way, and you glance at him to see how it lands. But it seems to go over his head, and you find yourself feeling a tad disappointed, surprisingly.

"Want to see something awesome?" you ask, attempting to move on and coax him to relax a bit more.

"Alright," he agrees, following you through the kitchen toward the balcony on the back of your home. As with most houses on the island, it's on the side of a steep mountain, and the deck provides expansive views of the buildings below and the waters beyond. It's got a lattice roof that's covered with lush vines, peppered with fragrant flowers that provide a light scent as well as a cool respite from the hot sun. "Ahh, you had this hiding back here all along?" he says, sounding playful but still lacking genuine delight.

"This is nice, but here's the real beauty," you say, gesturing toward the most glorious (read: unique and possibly slightly disgusting) couch you've ever laid eyes on. You found it on the side of the road when a wealthy local had passed away; the estate sale had taken care of the rest of the furniture but somehow, this couch had been deemed undesirable. You couldn't imagine why, as it's the most funky-looking, comfortable, one-of-a-kind pieces you'd ever found. It's dark purple and green, covered in a lightly brushed velvet that shines when you swipe your hand along it in one direction, and decorated with a truly groovy design of flowers and vines. It is incredibly plush and one can tell simply by looking at it that you will sink into unfathomable comfort as soon as you sit down. Okay, it's weird, but you've got a thing for weird couches, and you've cleaned it up wonderfully and are truly proud of it. It's about time Gregor saw a little more of your personality anyway.

"Wow," Gregor says, letting out a true giggle at the sight of it, "That is... bright." His voice squeaks on the last word, diminishing his smile a little, but you take his hand and lead him to take a seat, feeling uncharacteristically bold as you curl up fairly close to him. He stretches an arm along the back of the couch, allowing you to nestle into his side, and you reach across to take hold of his other hand, gently folding your fingers between his and stroking the side of it with a thumb. He lets out a quiet hmm as he gazes out across the water.

"Does your voice bother you?" you ask gently, unsure how to get to the topic otherwise. He lets out a deep sigh before responding.

"Eh, kind of," he admits, tilting his head to rest his cheek against your hair, sending a little thrill through your chest. "Some days are just hard, it seems. My memories come and go, never fully complete, always rife with pain and loss. I did everything to help my squad escape Sarrish, and they all died anyway. Then some little frog thing with a crew of droids finds me on Abafar and helps to put some pieces together. I start to remember, start to feel like a real person again and not just an empty shell... then the explosion..." he shudders, picking his head up to look out at the view again, and you lift your head to gaze at his face. His brown eyes are glossy with tears. "Now I not only have times when I forget things, but also times when I don't really know who I am or what's going on. I just feel lost, like I've been jettisoned into space in an escape pod with no map or controls or crew."

You soak it in for a moment, trying to fathom what it would be like. For someone who is always so bouncy, so full of an irresistible zest for life, it's remarkable that such heavy tragedies are in his past and continue to affect his present. You give his hand a little squeeze, but he continues staring out to sea, so you stretch up a bit and place a gentle, lingering kiss on his cheek, hoping that it can convey more than words. You hear a sharp little intake of air from him, smiling as you pull back, and he finally turns to you, eyes still shiny but with the tiniest hint of a spark.

"Well that was lovely," he giggles, an echo of his usual self. "I'm sorry to be gloomy... It's not a great date. I was going to cancel but I didn't want you to think I didn't want to see you. But perhaps it would have been better than having you see me this way. Sometimes I get lost in the flashbacks or have trouble grounding myself in the present. But sometimes talking about it is helpful too... Anyway, I'm rambling again..."

"Have you ever been... involved... with anyone before? Romantically?" you ask abruptly, again realizing after the words are out just how bold they are. But something about his state is disarming and encouraging, and you really want to get through to him however you can.

"Never had the chance, unless you count the... ah... what are they called? Entertainment? When we were on leave..." Gregor responds, shifting a bit in embarrassment. "But no, I wasn't really one for them either. Why?"

"I'm not exactly a professional, but while it's true that we all try to put our best foot forward, as time goes on, there is a new level of joy and closeness as you share and explore all of each other..."

"Ooh, getting a bit forward now, are you?" he pokes, and one of those playful eyebrows even arches up suggestively.

"No!" you laugh, feeling much better at the sight of him brightening up a bit, "I meant... we all have things we don't like about ourselves, things we wish we could change or hide from others... But when you... love someone..." you feel wildly self-conscious all of a sudden, getting in deep territory you hadn't intended to venture into, "...it's all-encompassing. It's the whole package..." You drift off into uncertainty. You intended to make him feel better but now it sounds like you're trying to ask him to marry you or something.

"Hmm," he says thoughtfully, his face softening slightly. You wait a moment, feeling an increasing need to say something else to divert or deflect, but something else within you says to just wait. He lifts his eyes to the sky now, considering the long, wispy clouds streaked across the bright golden horizon, and remains silent. You lean your head back against his shoulder, nuzzling your forehead against his warm neck, and hear him swallow quietly. The distant sound of the waves, the steady thump of his heartbeat, and the general hubbub of the island village create a comforting background noise that allows the two of you to simply be.

"You don't mind?" Gregor asks, after what feels like an eternity. You lift your head to look at him again.

"Mind what?"

"That my voice is not always so impressive? That I can forget so much, or get so mixed up in regular, daily life things? These aren't exactly desirable traits. In fact, they seem pretty pathetic, if you ask me," he says frankly.

You smile calmly, readjusting yourself to sit up a bit taller next to him, and lift a hand to his face to cup his cheek. Staring intently into his eyes, you answer, "They are part of you." An idea comes into your mind, and it definitely wasn't the way you'd ever envisioned it happening, but suddenly it seems like the most natural plan to have had all along...

"And I really like you," you continue, leaning forward to place another kiss on his cheek. "I like your humor. I like your friendliness. You are incredibly strong, and brave..." You kiss the tip of his nose, to which he gives a nasally little chuckle, and continue, "You are sacrificial... and courageous... and you've got beautiful eyes." Your hand lifts to trace along one eyebrow, then down the side of his face and along his jawline. "And I like your voice, and your brain, no matter how it works..." you finish almost in a whisper, face close to his as you lavish him with all the verbal affection you can think of.

"...or doesn't," he quips, smiling authentically now. He looks intently into your eyes, his eyebrows peaked in the center, creating a vulnerable expression that makes your heart melt. It's as though he's deciding whether to believe you or not, but he can find no reason not to. You've already shared some insecurities with him, and he found them absolutely unfounded. Perhaps he can hear you now, no matter how harsh he is to himself.

"I just... I really like you," you repeat, trying to lick your lips quickly without drawing much attention as he lowers his head for a moment, looking at his lap with a hint of flattered embarrassment. Your fingers find his chin, lifting it ever so gently to look at you, and you find yourself moving toward him as though propelled by an unseen force. His eyebrows raise as you draw near, and you can feel him stiffen minutely in surprise. Pausing to make sure he's not uncomfortable or hesitant, you give one last glance into his eyes, heart racing wildly, and feel an absolute thrill of joy as he moves forward a tiny bit as well, slowly closing his own eyes.

And then you're kissing him. Softly, tentatively, afraid to scare him off and afraid that it's not the right time... But he's turned toward you, arm lifting from the back of the couch to wrap gently around your shoulders. You drop your hand from his chin to his chest, relishing the incredible softness of his lips on yours, the pure delight of a simple, chaste kiss. You linger for a moment, pulling back after a while, opening your eyes quickly to take in the look on his face.

It's both blissful and unbelieving, delighted and calm. His expression has relaxed, and you smile bashfully, hoping you didn't cross any lines. You open your mouth to speak, but he seems to be suddenly overcome with emotion, leaning forward in one smooth motion to wrap both arms around you and pull you right up against him in a giant, enveloping hug. You savor the closeness, your bodies pressed together, hearts beating audibly. When he finally releases you and you can both sit up properly, he's all smiles once again. It's as though a cloud had passed over the sun but its bright shine has returned.

"I feel like I'm supposed to have something witty to say," he admits, and you both giggle in a way that makes your heart soar.

"Let me know when you come up with something," you laugh, and the two of you settle back down into an unfathomably comfortable little snuggle, wrapped up together in the sunken seats of the couch, watching the sun grow lower in the sky.

One of your stomachs gives you away though, with a loud and undeniable growl, and you realize you'd totally skipped the snacks. You don't want to get up, but everything is better with food, so you haul yourself to your feet with a huff.

"Let's go see what we have to eat," you invite, holding a hand out to him, which he takes and follows you into the kitchen. He perches on a stool at the bar counter, overlooking the sink, and you rummage in the refrigerator on the other side, back to him. A minute later, the counter is covered with a variety of snack foods strewn about -- meats and cheeses, fruits and crackers. You intend to make neat little plates, but the two of you become so lost in conversation that you end up perched on the counter, sitting across from him on his stool, taking random bites between words. Minutes fade into hours and the conversation slowly dwindles into contentedness. With a glance at the wall chrono, Gregor sighs and slides off the stool onto his feet.

"It's getting late," he offers, "And I know you work early."

"I should quit..." you joke, earning the customary chuckle from this affectionate clone.

You walk him to the door, already eager for the next time you're going to see him, and he pauses with his hand on the knob, waiting to open it. You stop behind him as he turns around, letting go of the door. He has an intent look on his face that sends tingles down your spine, and he takes a step closer, reaching both hands up to cup your face. He draws near, radiating warmth and excitement, and presses his lips to yours in a blissfully tender kiss.

You close your eyes, relishing his hands on your cheeks and his mouth on your own, and snake your own arms around him. He tilts his head, deepening the kiss, making your knees feel weak. He drops one hand from your face to your waist, pulling away for a quick breath before leaning his head the other way and coming in for more. He smells of salty sea air and crisp soap, and the sound of his ragged breathing fuels the growing sense of passion within. His hand roams from your cheek around to the back of your head, nestling gently at the base of your skull, holding you firmly yet gently as he finishes with one last long, lingering kiss.

He pulls back a mere inch or two, resting his forehead against yours and letting out a breath with a grin on his face. Your cheeks curve into an irresistible smile as he pulls you into another one of his great big hugs that feel like a warm cocoon of happiness. When he finally steps back, he definitely has a bit of spring to his step, and he randomly bows as though he has just finished a great performance, causing you to giggle in surprise. He echoes your laughter in his adorable way, standing with a flourish, and grabs your hand to place one last kiss on the back of it.

"We will pick up from here next time," he says as he slips out the door, and your heart skips a beat.

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kaminocasey · 1 year

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CONGRATS MY FRIEND!!! 🎉That’s such a huge milestone and accomplishment. You’re definitely one of my favorites on this site & are just an overall amazing human 🧡🧡 you deserve every ounce of it.

For your celebration requests: Can I get a 14 or 15 (your choice) with Gregor pls? 🥹👉🏼👈🏼

Mel, your constant support and friendship literally mean everything to me. I love you and I'm so grateful for you!!! <3 I went ahead and did both 14 & 15!!

14. “Does it make you nervous when I stare?”

15. “Look at what you do to me.”

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI; Sexual themes, suggestive language

WC: 1K

“Captain.” You smirk, walking by the Foxtrot group’s table at 79s. “Boys.”

Gregor nods, looking down at his drink before bringing it to those perfect lips you’d been imagining tasting for the last several months now. The entire Foxtrot group, Gregor, Dyer, Lore, Alfie, and Noff all watch you go by, smirking at their captain, knowing you’d practically been undressing him with your eyes.

Gregor wasn’t necessarily shy, but when it came to you, he wasn’t sure how to bring up how badly he wanted you. You’d been the Foxtrot’s personal medic for the last six months and in that time, you and Gregor had skirted around each other and your feelings for one another.

“Oh, brother…That was painful to watch.” Dyer chuckles to Gregor.

“Shut up.” Gregor groans, wiping his hand down his face.

“She’s still watching you.” Noff smirks at his captain. “I think she’s probably got you down to just your socks with the way she’s looking at you.”

Gregor peeks up at you and sure enough, you’re sitting on a stool at the bar, talking to your friend but not taking your eyes off of him. The way you’re looking at him is enough to get him hot all the way down to his toes.

“If it was anyone else you’d already have them bent over-” Lore starts.

“Yeah, well… it’s not just anyone else.” Gregor shakes his head. “It’s her.”

“Go get her, vod.” Dyer pats him on the back and scoots him out of the booth.

Gregor takes one of Lore’s shots, downs it for the nerves, and gets up, walking toward you. Your friend takes notice and turns around to the bar, giving you “privacy” with the captain.

“Gregor.” You smile.

The way you say his name has him warm in the ears and he’s surprised it has that effect on him. You normally call him “Cap” or “Captain”. To hear his own name leave your lips, makes him feel lucky… and a bit turned on. Kriff…

He murmurs your name, ordering you another drink as he leans against the bar in between the two barstools. You can’t help but notice how good he looks out of his clone armor, which you didn’t get to see often.

“I uh… couldn’t help but notice your… glance over there.” He nods back toward the booth he’d just come from.

You chuckle, taking a sip of your drink. “Is that so?”

“Please tell me I’m not crazy… that you were looking at me… like that.” He glances at your lips.

You grin and his heart skips a beat. “Like what?”

You’d been eyeing him since the moment you met, constantly unable to take your eyes off of him. Lore and Alfie liked to tease you about it.

“Like you want me?” He tries to say bravely.

“That’s one way to put it.” You place your hand over his arm resting on the bar.

Gregor lets out a slight sigh of relief and starts to grin, clearly more at ease now.

“Does it make you nervous when I stare, Captain?” You smirk, leaning in close to the captain until your lips threaten to touch.

Gregor’s breath hitches as he nods and you feel it tease your lips. You glance over at the booth he just came from and the entire Foxtrot group had their eyes on the two of you, making you chuckle.

“What?” Gregor follows your gaze and notices his brothers. “Oh for kriff’s sake…”

Gregor grabs your hand and drags you through the crowded bar full of mingling people and clones trying to get laid. Gregor wasn’t trying to get laid per se but he definitely needed his mouth on yours right now.

He leads you back to the freshers and pulls you inside, locking the door behind him. You lean against the sink and smile at him. He looks nervous again.

“Come here.” You beckon him over to you and he comes to you.

“I’ve never been so nervous around someone before.” He admits, softly.

“I know for a fact that you have game, Gregor.” You roll your eyes. “I’ve heard the stories from the guys.”

He groans. “First of all, the guys don’t know what the hell they’re talking about. Second… it’s different with you.”

You slide your hands up his chest and he places his hands over yours, resting his forehead against yours.

“How is it different with me?” You smile as he squeezes your hands before bringing them to his lips.

Gregor pulls away to look you in the eyes. “When we’re in the field… I can’t take my eyes off of you. It scares the hell out of me… the possibility of losing you.”

You didn’t know Gregor felt this way about you. Both of you stare into the other’s eyes until you can’t handle the tension anymore, crashing your mouths together. It’s desperate and needy and clearly months of tension have been leading to it.

As if Gregor can’t help himself, he reaches down and cups your ass to pick you up and sit you on the sink, his lips never leaving yours.

“Maker, you’re perfect.” He whispers when you move your lips to his neck, causing him to practically melt under your touch.

You chuckle softly and move your lips back to his own. When you take his hand, guiding it up your dress into your warmth, he groans, pulling his mouth away from yours to rest his forehead against yours.

“Osik.” He mumbles.

“Do you feel what you do to me?” You ask, softly.

“I do. And I’m about to do something about it.” He promises you, dropping to his knees and looking up at you. “If that’s alright with you.”

“More than.” You grin down at him as you start to pull your dress up for him.

He kisses the inside of your thigh and winks up at you before diving into your eager warmth. Somehow, you know that this is just the beginning of a perfect night.

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book-of-baba-fett · 1 year

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Helllooooo from a newish follower! For the writing ideas/emoji ask, would you consider doing a ❤️ for Gregor? 🥹 (If you don’t write for him, Fives?)

Smut Emoji Prompts

Hello!! Thank you so much for following and sending this in!! I actually haven't written anything for Gregor before, but this was a fun way to start!

❤️ making love headcanon + Captain Gregor (nsfw below the cut)

Gregor is an absolute romantic, no one can convince me otherwise.

So that means when he makes love; he makes love

He takes his time, appreciating every inch of you.

Unwraps you slowly, kissing every bit of skin he can as he peels your clothes off.

The whole time he's praising you, talking about how beautiful you are, how much he cares for you.

He's big on the foreplay. You'll come twice before you even have sex.

When he's finally inside of you, you really connect.

Likes missionary for this kind of sex

He has his strong arms wrapped around your torso, holding you tight as he thrusts deep inside you, his eyes locked on yours.

Checks in often, makes sure you like it

Making love is slow, meaningful sex, but he fills you with deep thrusts, taking his time to feel you and elicit the best reactions from your body.

He's also a bit sassy; if you moan or gasp a little higher pitched he hits you with the "oh, you like that don't you?" and does what made you make the sound again.

Loves telling you how perfect you are.

If you say you love him, it spurs him on. He can feel his finish approaching.

But he'll be damned if he finishes before you, because to him you always come first.

#captain gregor x reader #gregor x reader

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wild-karrde · 1 year

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I’m back again 👀. Last one from me for this fabulous 400 followers celebration!! What aboutttttt Gregor + “I’ll take that bet”?

OK OK OK SO TJ I MADE IT REAL FILTHY I HOPE THAT'S OK. Also, since I am unable to help myself, I put all of my OCs from the 28th Combat Wing in there. I HOPE YOU LIKE IT!

Pairing: Gregor x f!Reader

Rating: E (18+ MINORS SKEEDADDLE - slight exhibitionism, fingering, implied PiV, language, Gregor's a menace)

The bass of the music in 79s was damn near deafening when you stepped inside the bar, immediately spotting the magenta and grey paint of the 28th Wing’s armor in their favored booth against the wall. What stood out more was the yellow hatch marked commando armor sitting amongst them.

Fucking Gregor. Dammit.

Maker alive, he was infuriating, but you weren’t about to let him ruin your night out. You had to cash out on all of the booze Chuckles owed you at some point, and he was so rarely planetside, your opportunities were limited. But why did it have to be the night that asshole of a commando was also around?

You’re not sure what exactly about Gregor gets under your skin. Maybe it’s his cocky smirk or his stupid hair or that ridiculous giggle that sounds like an inebriated fathier whinnying. Or maybe it’s the way he seems entirely unbothered by you. No matter what it is, Gregor’s got you figured and loves to dig his finger into that wound whenever he gets the chance. He’s already spotted you from across the room, raising an eyebrow as you start heading in his direction.

Not tonight, asshole.

You square your shoulders, swaying your hips a bit more than necessary. None of them have ever seen you out of your mechanic’s jumpsuit, and you’d picked your favorite (and only) dress for the occasion. After all, you deserved a little bit of attention. And maybe a good lay. If you could find one.

Gregor says nothing as he sips his beer, but his eyes never leave you, raking from your toes to your eyebrows as you nudge Chuck and slide into the booth next to him.

“I’m sorry, I’m saving this seat for some greasy mechanic I owe a few drinks to,” Chuckles teases.

“Oh, my apologies. Mind if I keep it warm until she gets here?” you joke back, playfully ruffling his mohawk, which is currently a deep purple color.

Crater rolls his eyes while Stones leans over, whispering that you look very nice, making you duck your head bashfully. Chuck flags down a waiter droid.

“What’ll it be, Bolts?” he asks, invoking the nickname he’d given you.”Just don’t break my non-existent bank account.”

“I’ll have a whiskey, please,” you request. Gregor raises an eyebrow again.

You feel annoyance tighten your chest. “What?” you ask.

He shrugs. “Just didn’t peg you for the whiskey type.”

“Oh, do enlighten me as to what type you thought I’d be, Captain.”

“Alright, alright, your seat’s not even warm yet,” Chuck mutters. He leans closer, speaking directly into your ear. “What is your damage with him?”

You sniff. “Nothin’. I just asked a question.”

Chuck rolls his eyes before sliding the whiskey in front of you. “Just drink this so you’ve got less of a stick up your ass.”

It doesn’t take too many whiskeys before you feel yourself start to relax, some of the tension leaving your shoulders. You laugh at Chuckles’s terrible jokes, chat with Crater about the last bolo ball game, and even get Sticks to come out of his shell a bit. The entire time, you notice Gregor’s stealing glances at you, and your confidence grows.

Let the bastard look.

You lean forward to take another sip of whatever drink Chuckles has ordered for you now. You let your cleavage rest on the table as your tongue wraps around the straw, pulling it between your lips. You glance up in time to see Gregor watching you over the rim of his glass. His eyes are on your breasts, but they quickly flick up to meet your gaze. You roll your eyes at his obvious leering, leaning back into the crook of Chuckles’s shoulder. He seems somewhat surprised, but doesn’t move to pull away. Gregor says nothing, but something in his eyes seems to flare for a moment.

You’re imagining things.

As the evening progresses, Crater graciously excuses himself to head back to the barracks and catch up on some reports. As soon as their commanding officer disappears, tongues loosen, and suddenly the conversation turns to romantic encounters. Unfortunately, the boys haven’t spent enough time planetside to rack up anything too salacious, so it isn’t long before you become the target of the conversation.

“C’mon, Bolts. What’s been your wildest night?”

“A lady never kisses and tells.”

“Who said anything about kissing?”

“And since when are you a lady?” You elbow Chuck for that comment, shooting him a glare.

“Oh, come on. There has to have been something that you’d consider memorable.”

You shrug. “Not lately.”

“No game or nothing worth writing home about?”

“You guys sure are nosey.”

“We’ve got to live vicariously through you, Bolts.”

You laugh, growing bolder as the liquor in your stomach warms you. “There was a guy a few weeks back. He did his best, and it was probably better sex than I’d had in a while, but that’s not saying much with the losing streak I’ve had going. Thinking of giving up and just going with the battery-powered lovers from here on out. At least then I get to finish.”

Stones groans in despair for your lackluster love life and Chuckles cackles loudly. “You sure do know how to pick ‘em, Bolts.”

You shrug. “It’s been a struggle.”

“Maybe you’re just looking in the wrong places.”

Gregor had been quiet for the last little while, but that comment from him draws your attention. And your ire.

“And what would you know about making a woman cum, Captain?” you sneer.

He grins cheekily. “Plenty.”

“I bet you couldn’t make a woman orgasm if your life depended on it,” you bite back.

Gregor swirls his whiskey in the light, watching the legs of the liquid trail down the side of the glass.

“I’ll take that bet.”

Your eyes lock onto one another, and for reasons you can’t explain, you feel heat pool between your legs. You adjust in the booth, and while the others are guffawing about something else Chuckles said, Gregor notes the way your thighs rub together. He smirks, and you feel that anger flicker in your chest, along with something else. After another few minutes, you excuse yourself, unsure of where you’re heading.

Just need to get away from him for a minute.

Your feet carry you towards the back of the bar where it’s dark. You pass plenty of bodies pressed together, panting, sweating, and moaning in the darkness. Suddenly, you feel a hand in the small of your back, pressing you towards one unoccupied corner that’s far from any prying eyes. You whirl to find Gregor smirking down at you.

“I-I was looking for the ‘freshers,” you mutter.

“Now love, I don’t think that’s true at all,” he responds. “I think you were looking for trouble.”

You regain your bearings, scoffing at him as he backs you into the corner. You feel the heat grow between your legs, and you hate how your panties are sticking to you as he pins you against the wall, one arm braced against the wall. You jut your chin out defiantly.

“What do you want, Gregor?”

“Same thing as you.”

“And what’s that?”

He chuckles before leaning closer to you, his voice raspy in your ear. “To make you cum.”

You snort indignantly, but your legs are trembling.

“The question is,” he continues. “How best to make that happen? Are you one of those lovers that wants to be taken roughly, with me buried deep in that sopping cunt of yours while I hold a hand over your mouth to keep you quiet? Or do you need me to build you up more slowly, take my time until you fall apart?” His fingers trail up your thigh, slipping under the fabric of your dress before digging into your skin slightly. He presses forward, slotting a knee between your legs, and your breathing quickens. His eyes are watching you as his fingers find the hem of your panties on your hip, and he twists the string of delicate lace around his fingers.

“Now this feels like something you were hoping someone would take off of you tonight. That the case, love?”

You swallow hard.

“You want me to take these off of you?”

“No.”

He pulls his hand away immediately, clearly thinking he’s misread things, but you lock your fingers around his wrist. His eyes find yours in the dim lighting, the question in them apparent.

“I want you to make me cum with them on.”

His trademark smirk reappears, his fingers slipping back under your dress, drifting between your legs to press your clit through the thin fabric.

“All worked up just from thinking about me? You’re practically soaked,” he murmurs.

“You talk a lot,” you mutter.

He chuckles against your ear. “I think you like when I talk.” His fingers find the hem of your panties between your legs, and you feel him push the lacy fabric aside, tracing through your dripping folds. “I think you like hearing all the ways that I think about fucking you, and trust me, I’ve thought about it a lot.” His first finger finds its way inside you, and you gasp, hitching one leg over his hip as your hands fly to his shoulders to find purchase. Gregor’s watching you as your lips part, your head thunking back against the wall as he slips a second finger inside you.

“That’s it, love. Let go for me. Let me take care of you.”

“I really don’t like you,” you try to snap, but it comes out more of a whine.

He chuckles. “I think you want to dislike me, but that’s becoming more difficult.”

Your reply dies on your tongue, replaced by a gasp. His fingers are so thick and deliciously calloused. When they finally find that spongy place inside you, you dig your teeth into your lower lip to stifle a moan. He crowds you further against the wall, bearing down on that place inside you. “None of that now. Let me hear you.”

“Fuck you.”

“I might let you if you’re nicer,” he teases.

You dig your nails into the back of his neck, and he gasps lightly before he nudges the strap of your dress aside with his nose and bites down on the flesh of your shoulder. You groan out his name.

“Gregor.”

“That’s right. You like this, don’t you? Being back here where anyone could see you falling apart on my fingers. You want them to watch, hm? I could call the others over. Have them watch while you finally get what you deserve.” You whimper, clenching around his fingers as he slips a third one in. “Oh, you liked that, didn’t you? You’re filthy, love. Maybe another time. Right now, I want you all to myself.”

You’re practically riding his palm right now, the man you’ve hated for months, but Maker above, you’re not about to stop. The music is faint enough back in this corner that you can hear the obscene wet noises coming from between your legs. You’re both sweating, foreheads pressed together, panting in each other’s faces.

“Gregor, I’m close.”

“I know you are, love. Be good for me and soak my hand, yeah?”

You glare at him with heated eyes, mustering your last bit of defiance. “Make me.”

He sucks at the place just below your ear. “With pleasure.” With that, he presses against your clit with his thumb, circling slowly with just the perfect amount of pressure. You fly towards the edge and topple over, your vision whiting out as you cum hard. Gregor presses his mouth to yours, swallowing your scream, and you bite down on his bottom lip as you ride out your high. When the aftershocks have finally subsided, you slump against the wall as Gregor pulls his hand from between your legs, and he holds you up, resting his chin on your shoulder as he pants against your skin.

“I… still don’t like you.”

He chuckles. “Keep telling yourself that, love.”

When your breathing finally steadies and your legs become usable again, he stands back, watching you as you straighten. You try to recompose yourself, smoothing your hair, and he grins. You roll your eyes at him, and he chuckles, leaning down to whisper in your ear.

“Looks like I won that bet.” He kisses you on the cheek, which infuriatingly makes your face flush with heat. You glare at him as he turns to leave, but you grab his arm again.

His expression is puzzled, and you relish in it as you step closer to grip his rock-hard length on the outside of his pants, making him gasp. You whisper directly into his ear, ensuring only he’ll hear.

“Wait five minutes and then follow me outside. I’ll have a cab waiting.”

“What for?”

You kiss him, running your tongue over the inside of his lip before patting his cheek, enjoying the way he groans and the surprised look on his face.

“Double or nothing. But this time you can't use your fingers.”

A/N: This ficlet got re-written and turned into a multi-part VERY SMUTTY series you can find here: The Blitz Series

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