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zoeykallus · 9 months

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Hi! Im a long time fan! I have a pretty spicy HC request if you are interested. I like to imagine that the Bad Batch are all very well endowed 😉How would each of them handle this great responsibility and power? What naughty things would they whisper in your ear as they try to fit inside you for the first time? Could you also include Gregor? 😊 ok I’m going to go hide now thanks!

Aloha!

Hmm, interesting thought, let me see...

The Bad Batch/Gregor x Fem!Reader HCs - Well Endowed

Warnings: Smut Mentioned/Dirty Talk/PiV/ BD-Energy/Fluff/Comfort/Strongly Suggestive/18+

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Hunter

He is passionate, sensual. But he is also very sensitive, considerate and adapts. Hunter knows how aroused and excited you are, but he also senses the underlying fear that's smoldering there inside you. "There's nothing to be afraid of". He is naked next to you, in all his glory. Beneath his tanned skin, hard muscles, but his touch is gentle, purposeful, tender. Your eyes fall to his crotch and you swallow. "Are you okay?" he inquires cautiously, looking at you. "Sure," you say evasively. "Are you sure?" "Of course." Hunter is pretty well hung, his cock long, thick. Your fingers gently feel for it, feeling the heat radiating from it, eliciting a soft, sigh. When he finally lies over you, his hard length pressed against your body, your heart beats up to your throat. He kisses your shoulders, your neck, your face and whispers soft words to you. "My love, my beautiful, you don't have to worry, I'll be gentle, I promise". And Hunter keeps his word. As he brings his tip to your gate, you automatically tense up, but he patiently pauses, kissing and caressing your tension away. Finally, very slowly, he penetrates you, pausing after every inch, kissing you, praising you. "Look at you, so beautiful, you're doing great, darling, taking me so well".

Hunter is in no hurry. Spending this time with you, exchanging these intimacies, is a privilege that he fully enjoys and treats with respect. He would never intentionally hurt you, and he does everything he can to make you feel comfortable and let go. The fear will quickly evaporate, and you can be sure that Hunter will give you a lot of pleasure.

Echo

You kiss each other. Heat has spread between you and you have undressed each other. Now you lie there naked, Echo gently kissing every bit of bare skin he can reach. You're like putty under his lips. As exciting and stimulating as the whole thing is for him, he is still very attentive. He doesn't miss your glance at his hard length, which admittedly, is far larger than you expected. He sits up, takes your hand and gently pulls you onto his lap. "Come here sweetie" He looks up into your face. You see the dilated pupils, you know what he wants, and you want it too. But you're unsure, his size has unsettled you. "I know what you're thinking. I've seen the look on your face," he says softly. Again your gaze travels down, between you, there stands his cock erect, thick and long. Echo gently places a finger under your chin and lifts it. "That's why I pulled you onto my lap. I think you should have full control the first time. You decide how deep and how fast we go. Agreed?"

You nod, the idea makes sense. You lift your pelvis, and he guides his tip to your wet opening. Very slowly, you lower yourself onto it. You immediately feel the stretch, it's overwhelming. Your thighs tremble. Echo moans softly, he has to hold on to himself because even for him the feeling is intense. He nevertheless gently kisses your sternum, your collarbone, your neck, your chin and whispers, "You don't have to rush, take your time". Bit by bit, you sink further down, taking him in until he fills you completely. The feeling is so intense, so overwhelming, not just physically. Echo breathes heavily beneath you. "Good girl, you're doing wonderfully," he says breathlessly. With Echo, you never have to worry or feel insecure. Be open with him, don't pretend, and the two of you will have a wonderful time.

Wrecker

He is sweet, playful and gigantic. Of course, Wrecker knows that his physical build is a challenge for you, he behaves accordingly. The foreplay is long, and he spoils you very much, he sucked on your pearl until your thighs trembled around his ears. With two of his thick fingers, he has fingered you very carefully and stretched a little in gentle scissor movements. You are more than wet, but Wrecker also has lube ready just in case. Several times he offers you that you do not have to do that, that there are other wonderful ways to satisfy each other. But you insist, today is the day, you don't want to put it off any longer. "You'll be gentle, won't you?" you ask, a little uncertainly, nonetheless. He puts his hand on his heart and says, "Of course, beauty." Wrecker is really gentle, he is much more skilled than it might seem at first glance when you look at him. Besides, he is in no hurry, every tenderness he exchanges with you is a feast for him.

As your bodies unite, his thick cock nudges your gate, your whole body tingles. His slow advance is accompanied by gentle words and kisses. Wrecker takes his time. He communicates with you, seeks eye contact, wants to be sure that he does not hurt you. You are always in good, caring, big hands with him.

Tech

It took forever for you to get close at all. Tech has been rather reserved and reserved about being physical before you got close. He sometimes has a reserved shyness about him that others might find exhausting or annoying, but not you. You find him incredibly sweet, and you like that he's not one of those who has to rush everything. In the meantime, he has thawed out. He loves to cuddle, gentle kisses, little caresses. He is a spider monkey, some part of his body is always wrapped around you when he is near you and gets the chance. One of your cuddle moments has now led to a hot make out session and you feel that heat has risen not only in you. Tech is not wearing his armor during your hours of cuddling, and there is an unmistakable bulge in his pants as your tongue slides over his lower lip. He's pressed up against you, his kisses a little more fiery than before, his fingers suddenly everywhere, even under your clothes. Before you know it, you're both naked. You pause and look at each other.

"That was quick... and surprising," Tech says quietly, glancing down at the pile of clothes you've carelessly tossed aside, "But that doesn't mean we have to have intercourse, I don't want you to feel obligated for any reason." You smile shyly and say somewhat breathlessly with your heart pounding, "I very much want to merge with you, but I just saw how well-endowed you are and.... I'm not sure how that's going to fit in." Tech blinks, then his cheeks flush, and he says softly in a matter-of-fact way, "A woman's vagina is made to stretch and adapt to accommodate both sexual partners for fertilization and to bear children naturally. I'm pretty sure... um, that I fit in there." Your ears are getting hot. "I know that Tech... it's just, I'm a little afraid it's going to hurt" "Oh," he says softly, "But we can prevent that." You smile and say, "Knowing you, I'm sure you already have some ideas."

Of course, he does. Apart from appropriate preparatory foreplay, lubricant and gentle words, he also got toys, on the one hand just in case and on the other out of curiosity. Anyone who gets involved with Tech should bring a certain openness and willingness to experiment. You both have a long but wonderful and interesting night ahead of you. He may often be very matter of fact, but he has a very passionate and sensual side to him that is reserved only for you as his partner.

Crosshair

He's so wild, so hot. Until now, you never had the time to really have sex. But his kisses and touches are always like fire. He knows exactly how to touch you, over which parts of your body his long fingers have to glide, so that you want to tear off your panties and mount him. However, this is something that always slows you down and makes you glad that it hasn't come to that yet and that you were either directly disturbed or interrupted. Every time you feel his hard length through your clothes, it's a turn on, but once you felt over the fabric for it. To put it a bit exaggerated, you had to feel several times to be sure that you really touched his cock and not his leg. But now you have all the time in the world and Crosshair is very eager to get under your clothes. He is hungry, has been waiting for a while to be undisturbed with you. He makes you incredibly hot, his touches are perfect, but the more covers fall, the more nervous you get.

Finally, you lie there naked and his pelvis pushes between your thighs, his massive cock rubbing over your pussy. He pauses, though, when he sees the look on your face. "What's going on?" he asks somewhat breathlessly, his thoughts in a fog of horniness through which he tries to understand what's going on. You don't know how to say it, so you say it freely, you know Crosshair likes it better when you say what you want or think directly anyway. "I'm a little scared. You're so big down there." He raises his brows, gathers his thoughts, but then smiles. "Kitten, you are way too cute" he says gentle, "Don't worry, we'll take it slow. Bit by bit. I'll be tender, I promise." He keeps his word, Crosshair always does. He penetrates you very slowly, accompanied by soft words of praise and kisses. "My good girl, you are doing great". More kisses, a little moan, "Damn you're tight, Kitten". Sweat is on his forehead, but he holds back. It takes half an eternity before he's completely absorbed in you. "See, Kitten, it's working. You did great, girl" He bites your neck very gently and starts to move inside you very slowly. Close to your skin, he says, "Let's see what heights we can take you to".

Gregor

He is a cuddler. As soon as you have a moment to yourselves, he pulls you into his arms, presses you against him, spreads kisses on every bit of skin he can reach. Very tenderly, almost languidly, his lips wander. His hands are strong but careful. However, he has never tried to push you into anything or to undress you completely, even though you have often felt his hard length through your clothes, Gregor has never really tried to make love to you. You don't know if he's doing this out of consideration and wants you to signal your willingness first, or if something is wrong. So you talk to him about it. He holds you pressed against him, between you under the fabric of his pants his cock is hard again. Gregor blinks and looks at you. "Why? What should be wrong?" You shrug your shoulders uncertainly, whereupon he smiles at you. "Do you want us to?" You bite your bottom lip, barely able to ignore the dampness in your panties. You have a huge crush on him, excited, pulse racing. Being near him, his touches, are like a rush. Of course, you want to have sex with him, and you tell him so.

Gregor takes his time undressing you, every piece of skin he exposes gets kissed and caressed. When your eyes fall on his exposed length, you are startled for a moment. You have felt through the fabric that he is big, but to see it is different again. Gregor, who has seen your gaze, says softly, "You trust me, don't you?" "Of course" He chuckles his own little laugh and says, "Then my love, let yourself go, don't worry and leave everything else to me, I promise you won't feel anything but pleasure". He kisses his way to your clitoris, working your pearl with tongue and lips, the swollen little bundle of nerves is twitching under his skillful tongue. His touch makes you twitch and tremble with tense arousal. To feel him so intimately is a whole new rush in itself. The moment he penetrates you, you've already had an orgasm, are wetter than wet and completely relaxed. Of course, you feel it, even how big it is, but Gregor proceeds slowly and tenderly and instead of nervousness, you take it in with deep affection and pleasant anticipation. When he is completely sunk into you, he says a little breathlessly, "You see, my beautiful girl, you can trust me completely".

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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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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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freesia-writes · 1 year

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What do you think Gregor would be like on a first date, especially with someone who hasn't dated in years and maybe feels a little unsure of themselves?

Awwww yeah, let's go on this one! :D Buckle up, reader -- you're going on a date with our favorite amnesiac! I'm putting them on Pabu (or Santorini, take your pick) just because Gregor deserves a beach vacation after his years on that empty sand planet.

No content warnings. It's frickin adorable. ;) And it totally got away from me so it's 2.5k words...

*insert Gregor giggle*

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You take your hair down again, for the eighth time it seems, letting out a frustrated huff that it seems to be defying your every wish. Glancing at the clock, you feel the anxiety begin to rise, and you make one last attempt at twisting your hair into a half-decent updo. Standing in front of the mirror, you smooth the front of your clothes, studying yourself top to bottom with a critical eye. Why did you agree to this, again? Well, you didn't, you suppose, but you did make the bet, which you lost, and here you are. You cringe as you remember your friend's laughter as he reassured you, "Don't worry -- he's not like the other clones."

Whatever that meant. Either way, it had been ages since you'd been out with anyone, choosing instead to enjoy your quiet life of career, nature, and home. Yet, to spice things up one week, in an impulsive moment of bad judgment, you had taken your friend up on his bet and had wagered a blind date. Deciding this was as good as it's gonna get, you grab your bag and head for the door.

It's a warm, breezy evening, and the enticing smells of a wide variety of dinners being prepared makes your mouth water as you walk through the winding paths of the village. Built on a mountainous island, everything is condensed and vertical, with a seemingly endless maze of walkways and alleys. Your friend made the reservations for the two of you and told you to look for a "guy with eyebrows". You can't possibly fathom this going well, and you realize as you make your way to the restaurant that you're working yourself into a fuss. You reach the doorway and, taking a deep breath, decide to try to let it all go and just see what the night holds. "Try" being the key word.

You enter the restaurant, a rectangular building set on the side the mountain with a bar in the middle, tables scattered throughout, and a balcony along the edge that provided a handful of tables with spectacular views of the houses below, all the way to the water that stretched out into the horizon. You pause in the entryway, scanning the tables for anyone seated alone, and start to feel concerned as you see none. A sudden burst of laughter erupts from the bar, catching your attention.

A man with dark hair, cropped short on the sides but longer and swept back on the top, claps two Pantorans on the back, enjoying a few last chuckles with them, before turning to look around the room. Well son of a Hutt... there's the eyebrows, arched in curiosity. He's a clone, alright, but has an odd way about him. His movements are slightly erratic, and he seemed to be the life of the party a second ago but is now shifting awkwardly on his feet. It's got to be him. You take a deep breath again, and make your way toward him.

"Are you... Gregor?" you ask, once within hearing range, and he whirls to face you so quickly that you're almost startled.

"Depends who's asking!" he says, and a little giggle escapes that seems wildly out of character... well, for any other clone you've met thus far. "But I sure hope you're the one I'm supposed to meet here!" You can't detect any hint of sarcasm or flattery in his voice; it just sounds like a genuine statement. You've been rehearsing a million different scenarios leading up to tonight, anticipating all types of characters, but this one's got you baffled so far.

"Well, if you're Gregor, you're stuck with me!" you say, trying to sound playful but immediately wanting to cringe.

"Lovely!" he claps his hands together, inviting you to the table on the corner of the balcony; it's still relatively early for dinner, so the place isn't too busy, and the tables nearby are empty. But as you get closer to the table, you notice a small bouquet of flowers on one of the place settings, tied neatly with... a napkin?

"Ah, yeah..." Gregor says, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. "I have no idea how all of this is supposed to go, but I saw those on the way here and picked them for you... off people's porches!" He giggles again, and you find yourself relaxing a bit, put at ease by his unapologetic glee. "But I didn't have anything to tie them with, so... I'll cover for you if you want to steal the napkin," he winks.

"That's really sweet," you say with a smile, and he beams back at you, plopping into his seat and scrambling back to his feet just as quickly with a little muttered "oops", instead coming to stand behind your chair, beckoning you to sit and carefully pushing the seat in behind you as you do. Now you're uncomfortable again, feeling suddenly as though you have no idea how to act in these situations after all.

The waiter comes, dressed to the nines, holding a bottle in his hand with a white towel draped over his arm. He holds it out to the two of you, eyes moving slowly from you to Gregor, lips pursed in the snootiest expression you've seen in a while.

"Oh! Yes please!" Gregor says enthusiastically, pushing the two crystal glasses on the table toward the waiter, whose brow drops at such a plebeian reaction. He removes the cork with a flourish (and a little "ooh!" from Gregor), then pours a tiny bit into your glass, straightening up expectantly.

"Aww, no need to be shy!" Gregor chimes in, taking the bottle from him and filling both of your glasses to the absolute brim. "We're good for it!" He grins and gives the waiter a thumbs-up, but the only response he receives is a stifled look of horror as the server slowly hands him a menu. Gregor plunks the bottle down onto the table, taking the menu and opening it excitedly.

You do the same, stifling a chuckle of your own, and try to focus on the food options, but you're distracted by the steady stream of muttering coming from behind your date's menu. Peering over the edge, you see Gregor not only reading the options aloud, but providing quiet commentary on each of them... to himself. You almost want to be critical of it, but it's so endearing that you instead discover a warm and fuzzy feeling growing in your chest.

Snapping his menu shut, Gregor returns his attention to you, catching you by surprise. He smiles, tilting his head and regarding you warmly, "So... eh... tell me about yourself?" he invites sheepishly, saying it more as if he's asking if it's the right thing to say rather than actually asking you.

You find a smile on your own face as you launch into what you hope is a very exciting and thrilling account of your career, interests, and story so far, realizing perhaps a bit too late that you've been going on for a while. You drop off rather quickly, stammering an apology, and his face changes from attentive listening to puzzled confusion.

"Why'd you stop?" he asks, with genuine curiosity.

"I... eh... I was kinda going on and on," you admit.

"Well I loved it all!" Gregor replies, and you are surprised to see that he means it. He opens his mouth to continue when the waiter returns, a distasteful look on his face as though he's just swallowed a Bantha hair when he sees that Gregor has repurposed the bottle into a vase for the small bouquet he brought for you.

"And what will you be having this evening?" the server inquires, turning to you first, and you panic, realizing you hadn't actually finished reading the menu. Surprisingly perceptive, Gregor chimes in, "We'll take two of this, please!" He points to the menu and gives the waiter a cheerful nod, followed by a little wave as the stern little man strolls off toward the kitchen. "I hope I wasn't out of line there," he says to you, eyebrows curving up in an impossibly concerned expression.

It all happened so fast, you're not quite sure what to say, but his authentic consternation is so charming that you can't find anything but reassurance, "No! I'm not normally one for surprises, but I guess we'll see if you have good taste!" You've impressed yourself with your witty response, and you smile with a bit more confidence now.

"Excellent, excellent..." Gregor muses, raising his eyebrows and lowering his chin a tiny bit, "I hope you like womp rat stew!"

"What?" you say in shock, unable to fathom that they'd serve something like that here... or, well, anywhere... but your dismay is short-lived as Gregor bursts out into another giggle. You're unable to suppress a grin, and you give him a look of mock sternness.

"Oh, excuse me," he says in response, putting his hands up in surrender, "I'm forgetting my manners." He returns his hands to the table, looking up at you from those expressive eyebrows, and invites you to continue your story from where you left off.

The food comes, empty plates go, and the two of you find yourself lost in conversation. He listens eagerly to your stories, asking questions and seeming to delight in every last detail. You finish your glasses, feeling warm and rummy with bellies full of food and brains sparkling with the slight influence of drink. The conversation turns to him, finally, and you are highly curious to hear what has brought him to this point.

"Ahh, that's quite a story," he says, shaking his head, "but I believe our time here is up!" He stands, beckoning you to join him, and you feel anxious immediately. Did you talk too much about yourself? Was he calling it, just like that? You thought you'd been having a great time, laughing and chatting, so this was an abrupt surprise.

Speechless, you follow him to the doorway of the restaurant, and he offers you an arm, which you take, feeling slightly reassured at the gentlemanly gesture. Without asking, he begins walking, guiding the two of you along a myriad of paths toward the water, talking about a few local birds that he apparently found hilarious. It takes you far too long to realize that he's not walking you home, and you kick yourself for getting all paranoid for nothing.

"So," Gregor says, strolling with ease next to you, "I was a Clone Commando for the Republic..." and he proceeds to tell a nearly-unbelievable account of war, defeat, death-defying survival, amnesia, remembrance, and explosions. You feel shocked that he let you talk for so long when he's got a story like this, and you share as much, earning another one of those little chuckles that you're coming to enjoy quite a lot.

"Well, that's what got me here, but it's definitely not who I am now," he says, still smiling but voice taking on a somber tone. "I mean, my voice wasn't the only thing changed in the explosion; I took a pretty hard hit to the head, you know. So sometimes I get a bit... forgetful." His bouncy composure has softened a bit, revealing perhaps a bit of shame?

You turn your head to look at him more fully, temporarily stopping the leisurely stroll, and discover an expression on his face that moves you to the core. His animated eyebrows have settled low across his brown eyes, which are downcast to the ground in front of you, and his lips are together in a firm line. You feel compelled to speak, though wildly unprepared.

"Well... Who are you now?" you ask, almost cringing again as it comes out. It sounded better in your head, and you begin to try to come up with something better, but he looks at you with a gaze that takes the words right out of your mouth.

"I... I don't really know," he says, with a chuckle that seems more reflexive than intentional. "I guess I'm kind of starting over, in a way." He is suddenly pensive, eyebrows working overtime with all the thoughts rushing through his mind, and you feel another warm rush in your chest at his unguarded truthfulness.

"For what it's worth," you say, feeling emboldened, "I think you're delightful." You hope it's encouraging, because you struggle to wrap your mind around what his existence must be like, but it's also honest, you realize -- you've completely let your guard down and have been thoroughly enjoying your time together.

He smiles, dropping his eyes with a bashfulness that makes you want to squeeze him, and squeezes your hand against his side with the arm you've been holding onto. "I might say the same about you!" he answers, a bit of his playful spark returning, and the two of you continue down the last cobblestoned staircase to the water.

The sun has set and the sky is glowing with a tranquil twilight. Pink and blue hues cast everything in a dreamy glow, and Gregor leads you to a large piece of driftwood, sitting in the middle of it and patting you a seat next to him. You join him, leaving a good few inches between you, and enjoy the warm sea breeze in silence for a moment.

He shifts awkwardly, moving his hands from his lap to the log behind him, then back to his knees, then folding them together. He finally sits up, turning to you, and holds your gaze as he slowly folds one arm in toward himself like some kind of weird praying mantis before extending it out behind you. "Eh?" he says, hovering his arm over your back, one eyebrow arched and a closed-mouth grin on his face.

You smile, scooting closer to him and nestling up against his side, and he takes that as a yes, wrapping his arm around your shoulders with the most endearing little "ha!" you've yet heard. He runs his other hand through his hair, gazing off into the distance as though he's conquered the world. He continues to surprise you with his quiet contemplation, content to simply enjoy the beauty without any need for words and also without it feeling awkward in the slightest.

The cold fog starts to roll in, so he walks you home with your hand snugly tucked into the crook of his arm. The chatter is lighthearted, playful, calm... You feel more relaxed and delighted than you have in as long as you can remember. As you approach your door, a bright blue that contrasts the white arched stucco all around, he gently unfolds his arm and takes your hand in his, lifting it to his lips to place the most tender kiss on the back of it.

"I... ah... I hope we can do this again," he admits, eyes large and eager. "And again, and again..." he laughs.

"I would love that."

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Author's Note: Did I just fall in love with Gregor?!

Just might have.

Thanks a lot, @drafthorsemath ;) <3 <3 <3

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Part 1: The Antagonist

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A/N: ALRIGHT. SO. I REWROTE THE FIRST PART OF THIS SERIES. I HOPE YOU LIKE IT. As always, THANK YOU TO THE OUTSTANDING @teletraan-meets-jarvis FOR BETA READING THIS FOR ME!

Pairing: Gregor x f!Reader (nicknamed Bolts)

Rating: E 18+ MINORS BEGONE

Warnings: language, fingering, voyeurism, PiV sex, oral sex, impact play/spanking, Fives cameo

Word Count: 6.5k words

The bass of the music in 79s is damn near deafening as you step inside the bar, almost immediately spotting the magenta and grey paint of the 28th Combat Wing’s armor in their favored booth against the wall. What stands out more was the yellow hatch-marked commando armor sitting amongst them. Your teeth immediately find the inside of your cheek, gnawing away to ease your annoyance.

Fucking Gregor. Dammit.

You’ve been looking forward to this all week, but of course that fucking commando is here. Maker alive, he’s infuriating, but you aren’t about to let him ruin your night out. You have to cash out on all of the booze Chuckles owes you at some point, and he’s so rarely planetside, your opportunities are limited.

But why did it have to be the night that asshole is 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 sore spot 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. It’s a simple, strappy black number, short, but not too short, shimmery, and easy enough to get into and out of should the need arise. After all, you deserve a little bit of attention. And maybe a good lay. If you can 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 Chuckles 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, slipping his arm over the back of the booth behind you.

“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 sharply.

“Here we go,” mumbles Guin under his breath.

Gregor 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 delicately, as if Chuckles has somehow misread the constant bickering between Gregor and you. “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.”

You glare at him, but accept the drink anyway, enjoying the slight burn in your throat and the warmth that settles into your belly.

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, convincing him to regale you with the stories behind Chuckles’s most ridiculous injuries. 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. The pilot 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 towards the bar to settle his tab, 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 with no real heat behind it.

“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.

Chuckles huffs in annoyance next to you. Gregor swirls the whiskey he’s switched to in the light, watching the legs of the liquid trail down the side of the glass.

“I’ll take that bet.”

It’s the first time he’s ever really openly antagonized you, and something about the way he’s looking at you sets your blood boiling and a very different sort of blaze licking up your spine. 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 to lighten the mood, Gregor notes the way your thighs rub together. He smirks, and you scowl back as your annoyance battles for control with the sudden tingle that ripples through your nerves. 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 darker. You pass plenty of bodies pressed together, panting, sweating, and moaning in the dim lighting. 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 sputter.

“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 next to your head as he leans closer, smirking. You can smell his sweat and his drink and his skin, and a sudden shiver rips through you. You jut your chin out defiantly.

“What do you want, Gregor?” you snap.

“Same thing as you.”

“And what’s that?”

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

You snort indignantly, but your legs are trembling underneath you.

“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 knuckle.

“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 darkness, 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. He’s more sure of himself now, more certain you want this, and as much as you hate it, you absolutely fucking do.

“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 snarl, 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 suddenly become aware of just how exposed you are, and in spite of yourself, it thrills you. Glancing back over at the table, you see the boys are all still seated and chattering away, completely oblivious as to what’s going on. You’re mostly glad they’re not paying attention.

Mostly.

Gregor notes where your gaze has drifted. “You want them to watch, hm? I could call the others over. Have them see 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. There’s something so deliciously obscene about how you never could have predicted this moment, and yet, here you were, fueled by need and anger and something else you can’t quite place. 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.” It might be the first time you’ve said his name without a snarl tacked onto the last syllable.

“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. Your mind goes fuzzy, teetering on the brink as he buries his face in your neck, panting against your sweaty skin. Your eyes rove the bar around you once more as Gregor’s thumb presses more firmly against the bundle of nerves between your legs. No one near you is paying any attention to you, mostly focused on their own partners, but a pair of piercing brown eyes draw your attention, and you lock gazes with Crater from across the bar.

He must have gotten sidetracked or decided to have one more drink away from his men as he closed out his tab, but either way, there he is, seemingly watching you ride Gregor’s fingers. His expression doesn’t change as your eyes find his. He brings his glass to his lips, his gaze unwavering as he surveys you. You’re not even absolutely certain he’s looking at you in this dimly lit mass of bodies, but you think he is, and that’s enough to send you flying towards the edge of your orgasm. You cum hard, your vision whiting out as you topple over the precipice. 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. He holds you up, resting his chin on your shoulder as he pants against your skin.

Glancing back at the bar, you note Crater’s gone. If he was even actually there in the first place.

“I… still don’t like you,” you mutter between gulps of air.

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 your clothes. 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. In spite of months of derision and grumbled comments, you want more.

And you want it now.

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 hands.”

With that, you turn on your heel, heading back towards the table. Your fingers wander nervously over the fabric of your dress, ensuring there’s no wrinkle or strap out of place that would give away what happened in that dark corner. You pull your hair over one shoulder, hoping it covers the stinging mark where Gregor’s teeth found purchase against your skin. Chuckles glances up as you get closer, his eyes seemingly taking in everything you’d hoped to hide, but his expression doesn’t change. Heat rises in your cheeks, and you try to meet his gaze with a level stare of your own.

“Everything alright, Bolts?”

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m fine. Just thinking I’ll head out. Got a long one tomorrow.”

“Want me to walk you home?”

“No. I mean, I’m good. But thank you. Don’t want to be a bother.”

Chuck nods.

“We all good here then? Don’t need me to settle up anything?” you ask.

Chuckles grins. “All good, but we’re even now, right?”

You smirk. “You wish, bud. You owe me at least two more nights like this before I’d call us even.”

The pilot rolls his eyes, but you wink before making your way back through the crowd and out the front door of the bar.

The night air is chilly, or at least it makes you shiver as the breeze hits your sweaty skin. You wrap your arms around yourself, eyeing the area where taxis usually could be flagged down. There’s a large crowd gathered, and apparently, it’s a slow night with the cabs. You shift your weight on your feet nervously, weighing your options. You’d rather not stand in a crowd with Gregor. Your cunt throbs between your legs, still slick from the orgasm the commando wrenched from you, and still craving more. There’s a moment of sharp clarity where you realize what just occurred, what you’ve propositioned. You pause to consider it.

Yes, you’ve always disliked Gregor for whatever imagined slights you’ve clung to, but you’ve just allowed him to pleasure you better than any lovers in recent memory, perhaps ever. And he followed through on his promise, and has seemingly agreed to do it again, wrenching another orgasm from you. If he was actually a sleamo, you’d have never let him touch you, and now, your mind really tries to pinpoint what it is about him that’s always pissed you off. He’s good looking, and he knows it, and he’s always been able to read you, seemingly finding the most annoying places to press into. Well, until he found a very different sort of place to press against tonight, one that made your legs tremble and your nerves flare with electricity. You still can’t quite put your finger on what it is about him that makes you angry, but you’re definitely certain about the reasons you want him to fuck you now.

It was unexpected, impulsive, almost taboo, and that made it more thrilling. And him being so eager to pull another orgasm from you? Well, that’s new. Even with your shared history, you’ve never met a man so focused on you, and deep down, you like the attention. Even if it is Gregor.

You turn back towards the club, and see the lanky commando just exiting. As much as you’d love to take him back to your apartment and fuck in a real bed, something about it seems too intimate, even with your revelations. In your mind, it’s almost some sort of concession, admitting that you’ve enjoyed him enough to be vulnerable, to allow him into your space. And that’s not something you’re ready for, at least not yet. You just want a release. Well, more than the one he’s already given you, and you’re not feeling patient enough to wait for a cab. You lock eyes with him, jerking your head towards one of the alleys.

He seems to take your cue, following behind you as you stride in between the two buildings, picking your way around a few couples that seemed to have the same idea. You’re pretty sure one of them is that ARC with the tattoo on his temple from the 501st, but it’s hard to tell with the way he’s bent over the woman he’s fucking against the wall. As you walk past, she moans out “Fives,” and confirms your suspicions. A sharp thrill of anticipation snakes through you.

Gregor might fuck you like that in a minute.

You think he might grab your hand to lead you through the alley, but he allows you to lead, hovering just half a step behind you without touching you. And that almost seems to make the space between you fizzle with anticipation. As soon as you get far enough past the other pairs to give yourselves a semblance of privacy, you finally feel warm hands snake around your waist. Gregor spins you, pinning you against the wall. You hiss as the cool bricks scrape against your bare shoulder blades, but it’s more from surprise than anything else.

“What do you want, love?” Gregor asks, hands already wandering your body. The lighting out here is only a little better than inside 79s, but the shadows work in his favor, sharpening his features and somehow making his eyes more piercing.

Karking hells, he’s hot.

“I want you to fuck me hard against this wall until I cum as many times as I need to,” you gasp, arching into his touch as he squeezes your breast over your dress.

The corner of his mouth lifts into a triumphant smirk, one that would normally make you snarl at him, but he’s already got you unraveling. “Yeah? I think I can do that. Just gotta help me get ready.” He guides your hand between his legs, and you feel his cock through his pants again. He’s softened a little in the last few minutes since you’d separated, and while you could probably get him hard again just by stroking him, you want to turn the tables and get him back on his heels a bit.

You want to wipe that smirk off of his stupidly handsome face. You want him to whimper for you.

Pushing him away from you, you squat down, carefully balancing on your toes, and start working to free his cock from his pants. Luckily, he’d opted to not wear any armor above his knees tonight, and it only takes a moment to fish out your prize. He’s long, and so thick and warm in your grasp. You feel your mouth watering already at the prospect of what you’re about to do.

“Oh, Maker, Bolts. Is that what you want?” he asks, and you feel his cock twitch against your palm.

You say nothing, glaring up at him before you slip him past your lips. You groan as you taste him, tracing his shaft and flicking at the head of his cock with your tongue. Gregor’s mouth falls open slightly, and he gives you exactly what you’d hoped for, a whine high in his throat. You take him deeper, relishing in the way he stretches your jaw, even as his head brushes the back of your throat. With watering eyes, you drag your tongue along the bottom of him, pulling back enough to wrap your fingers around his length, twisting as you take him again. Gregor hisses out a curse between clenched teeth, and you hum, smirking around your mouthful. The commando stares down at you, clinging to what’s left of his composure.

“Now love, I thought the rule was no hands?” he scolds breathlessly, reaching down to grab both of your wrists. He pins them against the wall with one of his massive hands, stepping closer and thrusting gently into your mouth. Your head rests against the wall, and all you can do is open your jaw wider to accommodate him as he presses even closer. He keeps your hands pinned against the wall, interlacing his fingers with yours. “Squeeze if it’s too much, but I’m not going to go easy. Not with the way you’ve run that mouth at me.” He’s teasing, and you raise an eyebrow, grazing him with your teeth. He reaches down, gripping your jaw firmly.

“Oh, I’m going to enjoy this,” he grits out darkly, and you shiver at how the hoarse, lighthearted rasp of his voice has turned to a deep gravel that promises to ruin you. Without further preamble, Gregor snaps his hips into you until you choke. He watches you for a moment, and when you don’t squeeze his hand, he starts fucking your mouth without abandon. You focus on breathing through your nose as he drives his cock into your throat, running your tongue along the bottom of his shaft, trying to find the place that’ll make him come undone. Tears stream from your eyes, surely ruining your makeup, and rivulets of saliva slide over your lips, dribbling down your chin and neck. Gregor’s too far gone to note your efforts with your tongue, swearing under his breath as he uses you.

And as much as you dislike him, you love this.

Even if you’ll never admit it.

You can feel your pulse between your legs, and your pussy is begging for some sort of stimulation. You flex your wrists experimentally to see if you’ll be allowed one hand to touch yourself with, but Gregor tightens his grip.

“That greedy little cunt is going to have to wait,” he rasps, glancing down at your pleading eyes with the smuggest expression imaginable. “I’m going to get my credits worth out of your mouth first.” With that, he pushes to the back of your throat, burying your nose in the dark curls at his base, and he holds you there. Your vision blurs with tears, and he’s cut off your air, but fuck you love it.

You feel his thumb trace your hand, reminding you that you can squeeze anytime to have him release you, but tapping out at this point would mean letting him win, and you’re not about to do that.

After what feels like an eternity, he pulls out of your mouth, and you gasp for air as a thick string of spit connects the two of you. You gasp and choke as you try to catch your breath, but Gregor is already pulling you to your feet, spinning you to face the wall and pushing your dress up and your panties to the side. Your knees protest as pins and needles snake down your calves where the blood flow was cut off in your squatting position, but you don’t have time to complain as Gregor kicks your feet apart, lining himself up with your entrance.

“You ready to cum on my cock, love?”

Your voice feels rough as you reply. “We’ll see if you can make me.”

Gregor pulls the strap of your dress off your shoulder, freeing your breast, which he immediately grabs, pinching your nipple. In spite of yourself, your head falls back against his shoulder as you try to press the tender flesh into his palm. He squeezes roughly as he takes your earlobe in his teeth, chuckling.

“Oh, I’ll make sure you can still feel me all day tomorrow. And that you’ll be back for more.”

The snarled retort is on the tip of your tongue when he sheathes himself fully in you in one stroke, and it’s strangled by the high-pitched gasp that rips out of you. Gregor crowds you against the wall, practically lifting you up on your toes with every thrust. You’re going to be sore tomorrow, you’re certain of that with how he’s stretching you out, carving out his place inside of you with every snap of his hips. Your breasts press against the cool, rough brick, and normally, you’d complain that it was uncomfortable, but Gregor’s cock hits a place inside you that makes you cry out loudly, and the pleasure overshadows the pain.

“Shhh, love,” Gregor coos in your ear. “Gonna attract an audience. Unless that’s what you want?”

“Thought y-you liked hearing me,” you gasp.

“Inside was louder. Out here, everyone can hear you mewling.”

You place your palms against the wall, digging your teeth into your lip to try and keep your moans locked inside you. Gregor shifts his grip on your hips, reaching up to splay his massive palm against your breast, his other hand trailing between your legs. You regain enough brainpower to swat it away.

“No hands,” you snarl.

He huffs a laugh, redoubling his efforts. “Fine then. We’ll be here longer, so you’ll really have to stay quiet.” He purposefully bottoms out, and you moan before you can stop yourself. “You’re so loud, Bolts,” he teases, bearing down on the place inside of you that’s making your legs tremble beneath you. “I suppose I can help with that.”

His hand slides over your mouth, and you think he’s just going to muffle your screams, but instead, he slides three fingers into your mouth, pressing down on your tongue. You whine, and he chuckles, driving into you. You want to make a comment about how loud his hips are slapping against your ass, how the wet sounds of your cunt are echoing down the alley, how Gregor’s panting and grunting in your ear, and you certainly would if the pads of his fingers weren’t pressing against your tongue. You realize those are the same fingers that touched you earlier, that found the place his cock has now discovered, and you can still taste traces of your orgasm on his callouses. He hooks the corner of your lip, pulling the corner of your mouth down enough to allow a trail of saliva to slither over his knuckles.

“Sloppy little thing,” he mutters, and you moan. The brick scratches against your chest and palms as he pushes you harder against the wall, using it to pin you in place as he takes you roughly. You feel eyes on you, and turning your head as much as you can manage, you find the gaze of the woman that Fives is fucking. The ARC trooper is on his knees now, his face hidden under her skirt, one of her legs draped over his pauldron. The woman’s braced against the wall, her sharp purple eyes watching you with interest as her fingers snake through Fives’s curls. It’s hard for you to tell in the dark, but you’re almost certain Fives is stroking himself as he lavishes her cunt with attention, his arm moving in a repetitive motion as he groans quietly. The woman winks at you, her tongue darting out to moisten her lips before Fives pulls a moan from her.

“Knew you’d like an audience,” Gregor rasps. “Now, let’s give them a show.” His hand leaves your breast, disappearing for a moment before he brings it down in a stinging slap across your ass. Your eyes roll back into your head as the pain courses through your veins, blossoming to pleasure under Gregor’s warm palm. He lands another blow to your other cheek, and this time, you can’t help but scream around his digits. Your cunt spasms around his cock, and you know you’re close, so close.

“Your pussy’s going to choke me, love,” Gregor moans. “Better finish you off before you milk me dry.”

“T-tfhh eeee,” you mumble around his fingers.

You know he’s grinning behind you.

“What was that?”

You bite his finger gently, and he yanks his hand loose, spanking you again.

“Touch m-me,” you demand once you regain your breath.

“Now, you said no hands was the rule. And I intend to comply.”

“I know what the fuck I said,” you snap.

He readjusts, and somehow, he hits the perfect place. Your eyes cross and you think your legs might give out. You moan, your forehead resting against the brick as you try to not move, hoping he’ll strike the same place again.

“Ask nicely,” Gregor whispers mockingly.

Your resolve and animosity crumbles to ash as he strokes the same place inside you again.

“Please,” you beg. “I’m so close. Please, please, pleasepleasepleaseplease.”

“Oh, I love hearing you beg like that,” Gregor groans. You expect him to tease you more, dangling you over the edge as you whine and thrash helplessly, but he relents, slipping his hand between your legs and easily finding your clit, which he presses against with the perfect amount of pressure.

“Say ‘thank you, Gregor,’ and I’ll let you cum.”

Fuck, you despise this man. He’s embedded himself under your skin for no discernible reason, and yet, you’ve let him touch you and pleasure you and fuck you, and there’s no way you’re going to be able to scrub this night from your mind. You’re going to want this again, no matter how much you push against it, and knowing that Gregor’s a willing participant, even if you’re ready to scream every curse you can think of at him right now, well, that makes it even easier to allow it to happen again.

If he’ll just let you finish.

He slows the roll of his hips, and you groan in frustration. Your desperation is clouding your mind at this point, and as you feel the finish line of your orgasm slipping away, you become frantic. He’s dangled you long enough, and after months and months of not having anything but your toys to sate you, you’ll allow yourself this small humiliation in order to get what you want.

“Please. Please, let me cum. I’ll say anything you want.”

He snickers, snapping his hips again, and you’re immediately back on the edge, tingling with anticipation as your entire body thrums with pleasure. You hate how easily he’s got you figured, how quickly he shoves you back to the precipice, and how smug he’s going to be about it.

You’ll be mad later. Right now, you can’t be bothered to care.

He leans closer, and you know what he’s waiting for.

“Thank you for fucking me like this, Gregor.”

His fingers press harder against your clit just as the tip of his cock slams into the spot no one else has ever come close to reaching. You claw at the wall in front of you as your vision whites out once more, and you feel him pull out of you, expending ropes of his seed across the curves of your ass.

He doesn’t let you fall, his hands flying to your waist and his weight pinning you in place against the wall as your knees threaten to crumble underneath you. His hold is much gentler than it was a moment ago, and he rests his chin on your shoulder as he recovers.

“That was fun,” he pants, and you can practically hear his mouth curling into a grin, but somehow, it’s not as smug as you thought it’d be. “We should do it again some time.”

“Not if you’re going to make a mess of me before sending me home,” you mutter, glancing around for something to wipe the quickly-cooling spend off of you.

“Allow me.”

You feel fabric wipe across your ass, and turning, you see Gregor tucking the soiled edge of his shirt back into his pants along with his cock. He shrugs when you raise an eyebrow.

“I imagine that wouldn’t be very comfortable in the cab home.”

“You imagine correctly.”

You stand there staring at one another for a moment awkwardly in the now-empty alley, Fives and his companion having finished their encounter and disappeared. This entire thing was unexpected to say the least, and neither of you know what comes next. You break into nervous laughter, straightening your panties and dress.

“I like your smile. Don’t get to see it very often.”

In spite of yourself, heat flushes across your face. You reach up to fix your hair, and a warm hand cups your cheek. You lock eyes with Gregor, and he’s staring at you so gently you almost forget how much you dislike him.

Almost.

“Don’t you even think of kissing me.”

“We already kissed.”

He has a point, but of course you won’t give any more ground. “I’d hardly call that a kiss.”

He huffs a laugh. “Fair enough.” He reaches out, brushing some of your hair back into place. It’s surprising, and fuck, your treacherous heart clenches just a bit at the tenderness of the gesture. It’s not because you’ve suddenly developed feelings for him, but you can’t remember the last time someone touched you like that, so gentle and warm.

It hasn’t been that long. And you’re not that desperate for affection. Just for a good fuck.

And this was a good fuck.

You survey him for another moment as he rubs the back of his neck. “I won’t tell anyone if that’s what you’re worried about,” he offers.

“Do I look worried?”

“You look uneasy.” He smirks. “Although maybe it’s because the man you loathe made you cum. Twice.”

You cross your arms over your chest, rolling your eyes. Gregor steps closer, straightening the strap on your dress. “I meant what I said. I’d do it again. If you’d like.”

His brown eyes lock onto yours, and you consider it. Your shoulders do feel like they’ve dropped away from your ears, some of the tension you’ve been carrying for as long as you can remember seemingly vanished. And you feel like your fuse isn’t as short. Even the steady thrum of annoyance that you’ve felt tearing through you since the moment you laid eyes on Gregor seems to have abated slightly.

No one would suspect it since we hate each other. No expectations. Just sex. Really good sex.

I could use really good sex.

“I suppose I could tolerate you doing that when you’re planetside,” you concede. “But no one else finds out. And this is just sex.”

“Just sex,” he agrees, extending his hand to seal the deal. “Shake on it?”

“You’re an idiot,” you grumble, stepping past him, leaving his hand hanging in the air. He catches your waist from behind, pulling you back against him.

“Don’t forget this idiot that knows how your pussy feels wrapped around his cock. Now, are you going to give me your comm?”

“Fuck off. You know where to find me when you get back,” you mutter, ignoring the way your thighs are clenching together again at his words.

Get it the fuck together.

“True. Since you never leave that garage,” he snickers. Before you can protest, he pecks a kiss to your temple and gently pushes you forward by your ass, squeezing the curve of it a little. You stumble a bit, shooting him a glare over your shoulder.

“Get home safe, Bolts,” he says quietly. In spite of everything, he’s being sincere. And that’s nice.

You pause. “Yeah. You too.”

His smirk fades and his gaze softens at your words, but he quickly slips his default expression back into place. Raising an eyebrow, he gives you a two-fingered salute, and you roll your eyes again before walking off to find a cab.

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Prompt List Celebration 3000 Followers

Gregor X F!Reader

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NSFW

Prompts:

“do you think the moon is jealous of how pretty you are?”

“you make me smile … and also super horny, but that’s not the point.”

warnings: NSFW, 18+ only please. Female reader. Semi-public sex outside, brief mention of p in v sex, fingering, really bad flirting, mutual pining, friends to lovers, fluff.

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Gregor knew what he liked as soon as he laid eyes on, the very second you freed him from that cell with Clone Force 99. He didn’t exactly believe in love at first sight initially and had thought that this fleeting feeling would fade away but every second with you was worth a million more.

“Do you think the moon is jealous of how pretty you are?”

The second his voice sings in your ears, an amused glow spreads on your features as you turn around to see him standing behind you. “Smooth, very smooth Gregor.” You tease although your heart raced at his sweet words.

His flirting was always terrible but something you never got tired of hearing. You’ll never forget your favorite one however: ‘do you believe in love at first sight? Or should I walk by again?’

“I try.” He shrugs with a smile, walking to stand by your side as he gazes up at the moon. “What’re you doing out here anyway, gorgeous girl?”

Again, his flirting sends your heart a flutter but you okay it off causally so you don��t make a complete fool of yourself in front of him. Although, he made you feel so at ease that it would probably be impossible to do.

“Just taking in the fresh air. It can get rowdy on the ship sometimes, as you’ve seen.” You chuckle in amusement, making Gregor smile widely. Maker, he loved your laugh.

“True enough. Say, uh, I want to talk to you about something.”

His words are gentle and oddly enough, you had a hopeful feeling you knew what he was going to say. Well, you certainly hoped this flirting hadn’t been for nothing.

“Yeah?” You turn to him, eyes glimmering with a softness and hope that makes his heart melt.

Gregor’s hands begin to sweat a little bit, the nerve wracking thought of you rejecting him making him want to retreat but he has faced a lot of difficulty recently. But is the possibility of rejection somewhat worse?

He didn’t show it really, but he was always nervous around you, often trying not to stutter and trip over his words. But today, he had mustered up the courage to finally tell you how he felt.

“I think you’re beautiful, truly. In a- in a romantic sense.” He gulps, gauging your reaction. You’re grinning and nod for him to continue.

Gregor takes a step forward and doesn’t really process what he says next because as he nervously approaches you, he blurts out,

"You make me smile...and also super horny, but that's not the point.”

He panics for a mere second, seeing your eyes widen at his rather naughty confession. You had to bite back your laughter, sucking on the inside of your cheek as he quickly enabled on.

“The point is, I-I-I have feelings for you." He took a deep breath and looked at you with an intense longing in his eyes.

With your cheeks warming, you could see the nervousness and fear etched in his face, and in that moment, you realised how much this meant to him. Truly, meant to him.

You felt a rush of emotions and without hesitation, you silenced him with a feverish kiss full of lust and passion.

The kiss was electrifying, full of pent-up desires and unspoken words from your part.

So many nights and early mornings you lay awake thinking about this moment and your first kiss with him. You just hadn’t imagined it to be outside with you being pushed up against a tree just by the ship where anyone could see.

Your arms wrapped around him as he pulled you close, deepening the kiss with. Gregor was taken aback at first, but quickly responded with equal fervor and moans against your mouth in pure delight.

The two of you were lost in the moment, caught up in a whirlwind of emotions and sensations. But when you finally pull away, you’re both breathless and smiling from ear to ear.

"I had no idea you felt that way," you whisper against his lips, still caught up in the heat of the moment.

“Really?” He asks, somewhat surprised.

“No, of course I did.” You laugh lightly, a wave of relief washing over Gregor at your teasing.

"I've been too afraid to tell you, well, properly tell you." Gregor replied, his voice filled with repose. "But I couldn't keep it inside anymore. I had to tell you."

“And is it true?” You whispered, voice hinted with subtle desire, “That I make you horny?”

He gulps but nods quickly, especially when he sees the lust become blown in your eyes as you chew on your lower lip.

“Well,” you place a soft kiss to his jaw, moving down towards his neck, “don’t let me stop you from acting upon it.”

A guttural groan spurts out of the Clone and in a matter of moments he has you pinned round the back of the tree, out of vision from others, and has stripped you down to the nude. His lips, tongue and teeth graze every inch of your nude body.

“You’re fucking incredible to look at,” he sighs, biting so hard on his lower lip it almost drew blood. Brown eyes roam your soft breasts, his hand coming up and tweaking over your nipples that made you whine in pleasure as a heat pools in your stomach.

You’re muttering a whole load of nonsense but how can one focus when a handsome man has his hand between your legs, caressing your pussy like an expert that already had you grinding against his fingers. “G-Gregor..”

“That’s it cyare, grind your pussy against my fingers.” He chuckles cockily, kissing your cheek sweetly, however.

You’re submitting to him and it isn’t long until he has you bent over, hands splayed against the tree with your legs spread. His tip pushes inside you, both of you groaning at the pleasure of him filling you up as your juices soak his aching length.

“Beautiful. So beautiful.” He swoons, head tilting back as he adjusts to you, a hand splaying on your waist to offer comfort once he hears you groan in pleasurable pain.

“More, please Gregor.” You sigh in ecstasy and he obeys, beginning to rock his hips. Every inch of him slides in and out of you, both of you heavy panting but keeping your explosive moans at bay in case the others may hear.

Having sex under the moonlight was somehow so poetically beautiful in this moment. He is so gentle with you and as the moon rises, its silver light bathes the planet in a peaceful glow. Under its illumination, the two of you whisper exchange of words, sacred to you and with nobody else to hear.

With the air around you both filled with the sweet fragrance of the night, you will certainly not forget the beauty of this moment.

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Kinktober Day 2: Titfucking

Summary: Gregor really loves your tits.

Pairing: Gregor x reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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vodika-vibes · 21 days

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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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zoeykallus · 9 months

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Hi! I hope that you are having a good time and have been able to get some rest.

I would like to make a request featuring clones of your choice.

How do you think the Clones would react to meeting their S/O's sibling, who happens to be their identical twin?

Sounds like fun 😊

So, I picked some clones and scenarios that came to mind 😅

Fives/Rex/Crosshair/Gregor x TwinReader HCs - I've Seen That Face Before

Fluff/Humor/Confusion

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Fives

He comes swinging into your apartment as usual, with the spare key he got from you last week. He doesn't know that your sister is visiting. You are in the open kitchen and can see him coming into the living room. Just the way Fives is, he puts an arm around your sibling's waist and says, "Hello, beautiful, I missed you". But at the same moment he says the words, you see his facial expression change. "Something's wrong here," he says quietly, confused, alarmed. "You must be Fives," your twin says dryly, squirming out of his arm, "I can say Fives, can't I?" "Uh, sure, but you can also call me confused." Then he hears you laugh and looks in your direction. He lets out a sigh of relief and comes over to you, hugging you and kissing your face. "There you are," he says with a grin. "Yes, and I see you've met my twin sibling as well". Fives nods to your sibling with a shy smile and says meekly, "Sorry for the stormy greeting."

Your twin waves it off, "Don't worry, you wouldn't believe how often we get confused". Fives laughs and says amused, "You do know I'm a clone, right? Mix-ups with outsiders are a daily occurrence for us. Well, now I know how it feels to be on the other end of this situation"

Rex

He is so stressed, you have a date, but due to a chain of unfavorable circumstances beyond his control, he is late, almost a whole hour. He arrives at the meeting place, the small coffee shop where you met, at the table where your twin is sitting and waiting for you because you are still getting pastries. Rex knows that you wanted to bring a sibling, but he doesn't know about your resemblance. He kisses your surprised twin on the cheek, presses the bouquet of flowers into their hand, and your twin looks at him, blinking, as he sits down across from them at the small table. "I'm so sorry darling, I know we're going to miss the movie, but maybe we can still make the night screening" "Rex-" He raises his hands and interrupts your twin, "I know, I know, it's happened a few times now, unfortunately because of work. I'll make it up to you. I promise," he smiles suggestively, leans forward a bit across the table and says conspiratorially, "Tonight, when we're alone again, I'll spoil you rotten." "Rex I-" He continues smiling mischievously, "The full program anything you want, I'll be your slave tonight...or you're mine depending on what you feel like" "Rex-"

He blinks and stares at your twin. "Where's your sibling anyway, didn't they want to go to the movies with us?" Your twin finally blurts out, "I AM THE SIBLING!" Rex stiffens, stares thunderstruck at the person he has in front of him, then notices a few tiny little differences. If he hadn't been so rattled, he might have noticed sooner. "Oh... oh maker" He sees you coming toward the table and repeats, "Oh dear maker.... please don't tell how much I just embarrassed myself" Rex says quietly pleading with your twin. "Let's see how well I like you after tonight," Rex gets in response with a cheeky little grin.

Crosshair

He already knows that he will meet your twin, he is more or less prepared. And even though he's used to seeing many of the same faces through his clone brothers, he's still a bit surprised when he sees you with your sibling. "And you're sure you're not from Kamino?" he asks dryly. You chuckle. "No, Cross, we're not clones," you assure him. Your twin seems less amused, eyeing your boyfriend critically. Then he does something thoughtless, a stupid joke he quickly regrets. "It's good to know that there's a second copy of you. If it doesn't work out between us, maybe it will work out with the twin". Your twin says dryly, "Certainly not. Better get rid of that idiot fast". Crosshair wants to sink into the ground, but he raises his hands placatingly. "Woah, relax. It was just a joke. Admittedly a stupid joke, as I have to say now in retrospect. It sounded more amusing in my mind." Your twin rolls their eyes, and Crosshair realizes he's gotten himself in hot water. He looks at you cautiously, seeking help. "Kitten, you know it was just a stupid joke, right?" You laugh softly, roll your eyes, and say, "Of course I do." Your twin, however, can't quite warm up to your partner, and that probably won't change.

Gregor

He comes to the meeting place and sees you both there. With his shy little chuckle, he says, "Okay, firstly, I'm sober, I just wanted to establish that. But I still see you double, darling." You both roll your eyes but have to giggle anyway. "Cute," says your twin. "Told you so," you say with a laugh, pointing to the seat next to you, whereupon Gregor sits down with you and presses a kiss to your temple. Your twin asks, "And, how is it for you, to know that there is a twin?" Gregor shrugs and says lightly, "Well, I have a lot of brothers who are practically identical. Your sister doesn't have a problem with that either, does she?" You both nod. "Good point," you say with a smile, "But you're still unique." Gregor kisses your forehead again, "That's sweet of you, but there are also differences between you two that I saw right away. I'm sure there are a few more that you only find out over time" "Like what, for example," you ask curiously.

"Your posture, the way you move, is different, not too much, but enough that it's noticeable when you look closely. The way you talk, emphasize words. Even in appearance, there are very subtle, differences, hardly noticeable if you don't look closely, but they are there." Your twin says, "You should hold on to that one, he seems smart and attentive, especially the latter is rare to find." You say with a satisfied smile, "Don't worry, I plan to do just that." Gregor says with his trademark giggle, "And I'll be happy to let you hold me."

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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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clone-anon-after-dark · 5 months

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Make a Mess (Gregor x F!Reader)

Word Count: 1587

Warnings: sub!Gregor, foreplay, light bondage (spreader bar, no pain), use of safety colors / safewords (nothing but green used here), oral sex (reader receiving), pegging, toys, praise, use of “ma’am,” feather play, brief masturbation, face riding, unprotected sex

A/N: established relationship. The colors for the safewords might not seem needed here, but I think if they use them in bed regularly, it’s a comfort thing and a habit for them at this point. 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.

Gregor came out of the refresher in nothing but a towel. He smiled and giggled a bit as he caught you staring. He felt heat coming to his cheeks and somehow he couldn’t deny you still made his heart race, especially at the thought of being physical. His eyes scanned your naked body, unable to stop himself from appreciating it all. You approached him with a grin, pulling him closer and claiming his mouth as you wrapped an arm around his waist. You felt at home with the familiar scent of him, freshly showered.

“All clean,” you asked. He nodded.

“All of you?”

He chuckled. “I’m ready. Bum and all.”

Even just saying it got you both a little hotter. Gregor wasn’t one to insist on being in charge all the time. He wasn’t afraid to let you take control and explore making each other feel good in different ways. You took his hand and walked him to the bed. You pushed his shoulders to lay him back and kissed his chest. Gregor reached to touch you and you playfully swatted him away.

“Only I do the touching right now,” you firmly insisted. “You touch when I say you can.”

“Yes ma’am,” he said, leaving his hands at his sides. He longed to touch you, to give your ass a little squeeze, feel the softness of your breasts, to run his hands up your back and cling to you while kissing, but instead he let you have your fun. You drew it out, leaving kisses down both his arms, along the insides of his wrists and palms. You finally pulled the towel open to reveal him in all his glory. His skin tingled a bit at the loss of heat, but your mouth was soon leaving little kisses along his thighs as you hovered over him. You ran your hands along his legs and torso, helping him to relax for what was about to come.

“Let’s begin,” you said. “Color?”

“Green,” he answered.

“Good,” you replied. “Now get over here and lick my pussy.”

Gregor complied. You sat back against some pillows, lounging as he licked along your sex. His lips and tongue teased your folds before he started tracing patterns with his tongue in earnest. Normally he would have used his expert fingers to help, but he followed orders for now. He made his way up to your clit and started leaving little kitten licks.

“Suck on my clit,” you said, adding, “and don’t touch yourself.”

Gregor did as he was told and grinned the entire time. An involuntary giggle escaped and you ran your hand through his hair. You liked asking for what you wanted, but still relished the feeling of closeness with him. You continued to card your fingers through his hair as he used his tongue in truly creative ways before gently sucking your sensitive bud.

“Good boy,” you said, as he added little licks along with just the right amount of pressure. “So good.” Gregor complied with a smile on his face. He loved the taste and smell of you. He couldn’t get enough. You closed your eyes, enjoying the sensation and wanting it to last forever. It was not to be, though, as you noticed his hand had gotten to work on his length and his other was inching closer toward your entrance.

“Gregor,” you said, looking down to meet his eyes. “Are you touching yourself?”

“I…” he couldn’t stop smiling. “Yes, ma’am. Sorry, ma’am.”

You let out a sigh that was all for show. “Lay back on the bed.” Again he complied, knowing what was coming next. You’d tried tying him up before and he always managed to get out, seeing it more as a challenge, but the spreader bar was one thing he couldn’t escape easily. He lifted his head willingly as you placed the bar behind his neck, pillows all cushioning him from any real discomfort. He wiggled his eyebrows at you, pleased with this development. You couldn’t help but laugh.

“You’re such a flirt,” you said, kissing him.

“Can’t help it with you,” he replied.

You cuffed each of his hands to an end of the bar and there was no way he could touch himself now. He pulled against the soft leather cuffs just to test it. You left him one more kiss and sat between his legs. He was completely splayed out for you and all you wanted to do was fuck him silly. Instead, you picked up a cockring and large feather and simply asked “color?” When he gave you the green light you wrapped the ring around his balls and the base of his length and smiled at the sight of him straining a bit more. You placed the strap on, harness hugging your hips, as he watched in anticipation. You kept your composure and grabbed the lube, working a healthy amount onto his hole and along the toy.

“I need you,” he said, nearly begging. Without further warning you pushed yourself inside him. It wasn’t quick or harsh, but you made your presence known. He let out a loud moan. You started thrusting, little moans escaping your lips as part of the harness brushed against you each time you buried the toy inside him. You weren’t in a rush and he liked it that way. He wanted to take the time to really feel you and enjoy the experience. Your heart raced at the sight of him, hands restrained, cock throbbing, knees bent and parted.

He started pulling against his restraints, not out of a desire to stop but because he instinctively wanted more contact. You had avoided touching him since adding the cockring and he longed for some kind of contact in addition to the internal massage you were giving him.

“Color,” you asked, reaching for the feather.

“Green,” he let out enthusiastically. You’d played with the feather before. He didn’t really like the ticklish feeling, but using it more firmly resulted in a silky sensation that drove him wild. You ran the feather along his length once and then concentrated small, firm movements to his balls while you continued to fuck him at the same pace. You watched him twitch and squirm as he got closer.

“I want to see you make a mess,” you said.

It was all too much for him to hold back. One more thrust and flick of your wrist with that feather and he found his high. He came so hard, his spend lined his abdomen, chest and a little reached his chin. You were aching for more contact of your own, nearly dripping at this point.

“Such a good boy. What a sight.” You smiled at him as you slowed your movements to a stop. “Makes me want to sit on your handsome face.”

“Please do,” he said, still catching his breath. You carefully removed yourself from him and took off the harness around your hips. You decided to release him from his restraints and removed the bar so you could kneel over him easier. You positioned yourself above him.

“You can touch me now,” you said with a grin, giving him permission. He held your hips, pressing them closer to his face, encouraging you to ride him. You firmly rubbed yourself on his chin and gasped as his tongue came up to lick your pussy. You felt his steady but intense breathing, Gregor trying to inhale as much of you as possible. You rode his outstretched tongue until you came. His strong hands encouraged you to keep moving, riding the wave as long as you could. Once you felt satisfied, you laid next to him, revealing the most pleased grin on his face.

“You look so good like this,” you said, caressing his soaked cheek and appreciating him from head to toe. “So beautiful.”

“So do you,” he replied with love in his eyes.

You leaned in and kissed his cheek, nuzzling your face against his. After a few minutes just appreciating each other, you kissed him again and told him to stay put. You put the bar away, washed the toys, and got a warm washcloth, helping to clean him off and then yourself. He sat up and you massaged his strong shoulders, upper back, and arms, knowing they would be a bit stiff from staying in the same position earlier. He melted under your touch, enjoying the attention before laying back down. You pulled him closer to you and peppered little kisses on his face to make him smile. He kissed your chin and rested against you, letting out a content sigh. As you both calmed, the heat in the room seemed to dissipate and you pulled a blanket up to cover the both of you. You rubbed his back as he snuggled into your side and quietly talked about the experience, making sure he really enjoyed everything and asking what else he might want to modify or try.

“Next time you can take me from behind,” he said.

“I could. Or you could take me from behind,” you added.

“Or we could find a way to switch,” he said with a smile.

“Whatever you want, love.” You kissed him again. Sometimes planning an evening of intimacy was fun, but other times you liked to go with the flow. Gregor had so much love to give and such an open heart. You were forever grateful that you were his and he was yours. You both relaxed until you fell asleep.

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