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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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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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