✧ Prompt: #2) Forced to go to school/work while sick
✧ Summary: You pressed yourself too far that you fainted during class. Your roommate, Gregor, comes to pick you up and take you home.
✧ Tags & Warnings: platonic, roommate au, O66 didn't happen, reader is a uni student, platonic fluff, reassurances, hc: GAR-grade medical supplies are limited to civilians
✧ Word Count: 1.6k
✧ A/N: Another platonic one that has similar vibes with this one with Fives! Stuff like this, really really fun to write. War’s over sorta thing and everything's good and dandy and normal 😊 so here's my second entry for Sicktember this year. Enjoy this one vode! 💛
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“I’m their roommate, ma'am.”
“Oh really?”
Gregor decides right there he doesn't like that tone. “Yeah,” he says toward the front desk admin, already feeling a bit of headache himself while pressing on, “Sorry, but in case you aren't aware… clones can bunk up with civilians in the meantime the Senate is taking care of several bills that would allow us actual living arrangements in our name.”
The Duros lady spares him a bored look. “Heard that in the news.”
“Yeah. So, that means I'm bunking with them. I'm their roommate, and that means I can fetch them and take them home with me for proper rest, since they're not listed in any of your campus dormitories.” Gregor breathes deeply. “With your medical officer's permission, of course.”
His fists are clenched, holding in his frustrations, but of course unseen by whoever's behind the desk. That lady included. Anyone passing by the infirmary entrance could've seen that. Is she always like this? He could've walked in with his usual charms, but the lady isn't even vibing. Why does it have to be a grumpy middle-age Duros lady who probably couldn't tell the difference between spreadsheet column and spreadsheet row?
He gets that. The look. It's no different than what he received from civilians during the war. The galaxy now has a new Supreme Chancellor after they won the war but its residents have not changed for the better. What lurks in Coruscant hasn't changed at all. The upbringing from that time stays.
Usually he wouldn't be bothered. He's never bothered. He's living the life and that's the plan indefinitely, but that obstacle prevents him from reaching out to you. You need help, but he can't—
“Gregor?”
Your voice comes the corridor on his left, and a big sigh of relief blows through his mouth as he jogs in your direction. “Hey,” he breathes, observing your slow blinks and weak smile, your bag sagged from your hand. Gregor approaches you with careful steps and gently grabs your shoulders to observe you closer. “Stars, aren't you a delight to see.”
A small laugh escapes you. You don't certainly look like a delight to see, but Gregor’s relief is written all over his face. The former commando cares about you so much. His warm hand gently presses against your forehead to feel your temperature. “You feeling okay?”
You nod, seizing the chance of his proximity to speak in a smaller volume. Talking out loud makes you more exhausted, for gods’ sake. “Better now,” you murmur, peering up at him. “Can we go home?”
Gregor smiles warmly. “That's why I'm here, vod’ika.” Thumb stroking your shoulder momentarily, he then wordlessly takes your bag and slings it over his shoulder. “Can you walk? They told me you fainted.”
You nod weakly. You wish you could answer everything with a nod and a shake of the head, but Gregor has come all this way, cutting his part-time work shift down. Might as well owing a few phrases to stow his concerns. “I'll be okay,” you spare a smile, “You'll catch me though, right?”
Gregor lets out a laugh. “Always.” He looks at you with determination. “Now let's get out of this place.”
You scoff, letting him gently drag you toward the entrance, your hand in his. “Foul place, yeah?”
“Oh yeah.” Gregor glares at the front desk as you pass. “And I'm not talking about the smell.”
You and Gregor walk side by side at a slow pace. He doesn't seem to mind. It feels like you're walking on air, and Gregor's warm hand in yours is the only anchor you have. Your fatigue takes over your gait that he can't help but realize that you probably won't survive the journey to the speeder lot awake.
Gregor squeezes your hand. You meet his gaze, warm brown eyes gentle. “Do you mind if I carry you?” your roommate asks. “You look like you're going to faint again, cyar'ika.”
Your exhaustion doubles and you can feel it and if you turn around you can even still see the infirmary behind you. You haven't walked that far.
So you just nod, not having the strength to argue or care enough that other people would see—hence proves him right. Gregor smiles at you reassuringly, a gesture that reminds you of an older sibling you've never had, before shifting your bag to the front of his chest and kneeling in front of you, his back to you.
“It’s okay,” he assures you, when you very carefully try not to slump your entire weight on him. “Just lean on me. You'll be fine.”
You manage a hum as you wrap your arms around his neck, the smell of aftershave and his cologne filling your nose. Gregor slips his hands under your knees and lifts himself up, your body snug and safe against his firm back. His body heat feels amazing.
“Good?” he checks in with you.
You purr and snuggle into his warm shoulder. “Good.”
“Okay.” You can hear the friendly smile in his voice. “Off we go!”
Now his walk is much firmer and faster, the eagerness to get you home so you can rest and sleep the entire day and the next permeating through and through. Sadly he's not fast enough to the point that the interior of your campus blurs as you pass through vast hallways and a series of floor-to-ceiling windows off one side through which Coruscant Prime shines through. It's good weather today, but your exhaustion knows no bounds.
“So what happened?” Gregor asks, cutting through your fatigue as you recall your memories.
“Been feeling terrible this morning,” you mumble.
“This morning—seriously? Stars you're so stubborn, aren't ya?” His tone spikes in disbelief. You can feel the rumble of his voice on his throat. “You couldn't take a day off instead, and tell your friends?”
“Can't day off,” you grunt, “Credits. Presence. Need to pass.”
Gregor sighs. “Guess it's fair enough.” He swerves around a crowd of students who definitely give both of you a long curious look. “But you wanna know something else you could've done?”
“What?”
“You could've told me,” he hums. “Before I leave for work. Comm me or something if you weren't able to wake up. I could help you, y'know.”
When you were lying in the infirmary you thought about that. The regret blooms even further. “Sorry.”
Gregor grunts in disagreement, gently and momentarily leaning his head against yours to reassure you. “Don't be, okay?”
“But it's my fault.”
“It's not your fault that you got sick,” he goes on to argue, but his tone isn't venomous. Brotherly, more like. “Your assignments were piling, your deadlines are approaching while your projects are barely half done, plus your finals.” He may not know what it feels like but he gets the general idea. Missions after missions that they just wouldn't stop. “Cyar'ika, I know you went to sleep at 0500 three times last week. The consequences were just about time, and you've had that just today.”
“I don't need you to nag an overstimulated ill person, Gregor.”
“Okay, sorry.” An ‘ow’ escapes him when you lay a weak slam of your fist onto his chest. “But the point is, you gotta know when to take a break,” Gregor says to you gently. “Multitasking is great, but your body sometimes can't oblige what your mind and your urges want you to do.”
You let the word stew. You would never throw advice from a war veteran out of the airlock. Gregor has seen a lot, and suffered a lot. He told you his story once; the time when he was stranded and suffered amnesia, got blown up and survived although his old armor paid the price, and since then you've been taking care of each other. Being roommates helps to check in on one another. Not one of you would ever want to leave the other behind.
You finally reach the speeder lot, an open area right under the sun. Turns out the wind is quite chilly today, so you're grateful for the absence of potential heatstroke. Instead you're grateful for Gregor's body heat against you keeping you warm.
“So next time, if it's urgent—and I mean only if it's really urgent,” he tells you, “I'll give you something from my medpack. It'll help.”
“You really would sacrifice your rationed stimshots?”
“Darling, it's not just stimshots. Flu shots, immune shots, every kind of shots that we take routinely.”
“Yeah, but… for me?” Your bewildered tone urges him to be even more determined about his decision. He only smiles along as you attempt to reject him. “It's yours, Gregor. You don't need to.”
“And you have lots to do. More than what I have to do daily.” He gently taps his head against yours again. His hands squeeze your legs reassuringly. “You’re growing, you're dreaming—you're in uni. You need all the energy, rest, and support that you can get. Okay?”
You're silent again, but not minding at all if you accidentally fall asleep on him. It'd be great, actually, since the argument would end there and his decision is final. “Okay,” you concede, snuggling into his neck again. “Thanks, Gregor. Really mean it.”
“Don't mention it,” he chuckles fondly. Your speeder is in view. “You become a huge sap when you're sick. It's cute.”
“Only if it's with you,” you mumble tiredly, but you can't resist a smile. “And you like hugs.”
His chest rumbles with laughter. “No wrong in that, vod'ika. No wrong in that.”
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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.
Author notes: so let’s pretend that this is TBB era Gregor who has a house with his cyare somewhere but still works with Rex, hm? 😂
Warnings: near fight, Gregor makes reader feel like crap and then feels really bad. Poor baby can’t stay mad for long. He’s stressed. But he makes up for it.
Never let the sun go down on your anger.
Isn’t that what everyone says?
“Mesh’la did you by any chance get the waste out this morning?” Gregor asks from the kitchen. The realization hits you like a nice big slap in the face.
“Kriff! No I didn’t.” You say, mentally kicking yourself.
You hear a frustrated groan and feel terrible. The waste company had to have come hours ago when you were both out of the house.
“I’m sorry,” you say guiltily, already making your way towards him.
“I reminded you yesterday,” He sighs, and you can practically feel the stress and disappointment radiating from it. You know that he’s been having tougher missions with Rex and losing brothers never gets easier. Your mishap has probably only made it worse, you think.
You want to help him but he’s already headed for the door, back rigid as he grabs his jacket.
When the door shuts, you’re left alone with your guilt.
Hours later, you hear the front door open and close, gentle footfalls leading your way. When Gregor finally reaches the bedroom where you’ve planted yourself with a box of tissues and tear stained cheeks, his guilty expression changes into panic.
“Oh Mesh’la….kriff. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you cry!” He rambles, darting to your side and taking your hands, apologizing over and over as he kisses your knuckles.
You sniffle and he wraps you in a hug, chin hooking over your shoulder.
“I’m so sorry, Mesh’la.” He says again, kissing along your shoulder.
“I’m the one that messed up,” You croak. “Why are you apologizing?”
He shakes his head and places a soft kiss to your neck.
“It was just an accident. I’m sorry I got mad about it.”
Your sniffles subside and he pulls away to rest his forehead against yours.
“Rex needs me.” He says, sadness lacing his tone. “I have to leave in the morning.”
Your heart sinks. You thought he’d be here longer this time, but plans always change.
A sound akin to a cry comes from your throat and you hug him back. His mouth find yours and then he’s kissing you fervently.
“I love you.” He murmurs, lips trailing to your cheek.
You lean into his touch. “I love you too. I’m sorry.”
He shakes his head slightly, a kiss placed to the top of your shoulder. “Are we okay?”
“Yeah.” You whisper.
He smiles softly against your skin. He lets go a hoarse giggle—and oh are they ever music to your ears.
Thinking about being railed by Gregor, cause you know he'd leave you walking funny while he laid back with a smirk because he knows just how good he is.
I know its early for this but anyway in honor of mothers day coming up soon (<2weeks y'all) I present to you 5 domestic life scenes involving mom/pregnant reader x my personal fav clone troopers.
I mean for these to take place in a modern AU/happy fix-it type AU where the war ended and clones have normal lives. 18+ only, plz.
Lemme know which one is your fav ;) **EDIT** I made a part 2
Warnings: lots of kissing. mentions of: abandonment, adoption, Codywan, divorce, cheating, pregnancy. description of breastfeeding. allusions to oral f receiving^, pregnancy sex~, really bad body image issues! post-baby body.
Captain Rex x mom!reader
Clone Medic Kix x mom!reader
🔥ARC Trooper Fives x pregnant!reader (~)
Captain Gregor x mom!reader
🔥Commander Wolffe x mom!reader (^)
Babybug
Captain Rex x mom!reader
You wake up to the faint sound of your daughter's laughter drifting upstairs to your room. It's still early, but not too early. You roll over to face your lover. “Rex…”, you whisper, but his space in the bed is empty. The smell of pancakes and coffee then fill your nose. They must be up to something downstairs.
You descend the stairs and round the corner toward the kitchen where you catch sight of them: your daughter dressed up in a little apron, and Rex guiding her as she carries a small bowl of cut up fruit toward the kitchen table. "Good job, babybug," he says gently, lifting her up so she can place the bowl in the middle of the table. "Yay!" your daughter says when he offers her a high-five. "Mommy loves fruit," she says happily raising her tiny hand to his large one.
Rex was not the father of your daughter. Her father left you when you were pregrant, leaving you broke and alone. Rex had stepped into your life shortly after and filled the role without hesitation. He took to it as naturally as breathing. He never acted like it was a burden, dealing with your child. It was as if he was there from the start. For your babybug, Rex would be the father she deserved.
"She does," he agrees. You watch him set the table with your daughter's help. "Ok we'll go get Mommy in a minute," he says to her, cleaning up their hands in the sink.
You suppress a giggle, quietly retreating back up the stairs to bed. You crawl in and get ready to start your day with a 'surprise.'
You are rudely pulled back to consciousness by the sound of your crying infant in the next room. Ughhhh. You swear you had just closed your eyes from the last time you were awake. You check the time. Yup. It had only been two hours since your head hit the pillow. Time for another feeding.
You pull on your robe and get out of bed. Kix rustles slightly under the warm blankets. You can't help but feel jealous of his peaceful state. However, you had insisted on trying out exclusive breastfeeding. And since you were the one with the breasts and mammary glands, this meant you would be responsible for all the feedings. ALL of them.
You blink yourself awake with several deep breaths as you go to your infant's side. She's beautiful, and barely over a week old. Some of your frustration melts away. You scoop her up delicately, and cradle her to your breast. Then, you take a seat in your rocker and settle in. She's a slow feeder, and you know you're going to be awake for a while.
Her little mouth struggles to get a good latch. You try to position her but she gums and mouths at your nipple roughly. "OW!" you wince in a whisper, trying to bear the pain. The frequent feedings and trouble latching made your nipples raw. But you were determined not to give up.
"Everything ok?" you hear a sleepy Kix whisper. He is standing in the doorframe of your daughter's room, leaning on one arm. "Yeah, I got this. Go back to sleep," you reply quietly, trying not to distract your infant from her latching effort. You know that Kix has to go in early tomorrow for work. Er, today that is. In a few hours.
Instead of leaving, Kix walks toward you, sleepy expression full of love as he takes in the sight before him. His wife. His baby girl. Things he thought he would never have. He comes to the side of your rocker and places his arm across your back, wraps around your shoulder, and places a kiss to the top of your head.
He stands there watching your daughter suckle away. "I'm proud of you for doing this," he says to you. "But there's nothing wrong with letting me taking over feedings if you want. Formula is nearly identical to human milk anyway."
"I know," you say. You had the privilege of paid maternity leave which allowed you to stay up all these restless nights without much consequence. "But doing this lets me spend more time with her," you say, looking up at Kix. And it was true. Feedings had become a special time between you and your daughter.
Kix leans down to give you a soft kiss on your lips. "No fair," he teases, walking away to pull up an ottoman to sit on. "What if I want to spend time with her too?" he asks lightly.
Kix sits with you quietly until your daughter finishes feeding. He offers to burp her and lay her back down while you rub ointment on your sore nipples.
As you climb in bed together to catch a little more sleep before the sun rises completely, he pulls you close, taking in the scent of your hair. This life was everything he had dreamed of. The beauty and stillness in these early morning moments with you and your daughter were precious to him. And he was going to take them in any chance he got. Sleep can wait.
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Your Body is Amazing
arc trooper fives x pregnant!reader
You lie on your side while Fives gently thrusts into you from behind. In your spooning position, he leans up until is able to see your swollen tummy - full of his child - and this spurs him on even more. He speeds up his thrusts ever so slightly, but this isn't doing anything good for you.
Somehow, the feeling of him inside you, though pleasurable, has set off a series of cramps in your lower abdomen. You wince under the uncomfortable feeling and throw your hand back onto Fives' hip to still his movements. "Stop," you say through the pain.
He stops instantly. A million terrible thoughts flash through his head as he tries to maintain composure. "What's wrong," he says, voice wracked with guilt thinking he may have hurt you. He leans over to see your face.
"I don't know. Cramps or something?" you begin to breathe faster as you start to panic. You sit up and move to the edge of the bed. "It's just...really uncomfortable."
Fives sits behind you, holding you securely in his arms. You place your hand below your bulging stomach to try to soothe the pain. "Ugh, I don't know what happened..." you say, unsure of why your body was responding this way. "Is it going away?" he asks, smoothing his hands up and down your arms. He is concerned about you. And the baby.
"I think so. It's better now, I think," you say. Fives brings your robe over to you and drapes it around your shoulders. "I'm going to call Kix, just in case," he says, putting on his pants.
After a conversation with Kix, both of your minds are put at ease. As it turns out this kind of thing is normal, especially late in pregnancy like you are, and it doesn't hurt the baby.
Still, the cramps don't feel good when they do happen. You try to resume your activities later that day, and you find the cramps returning. "I'm sorry," you gasp out to Fives, "It's happening again."
As soon as the words leave your mouth, he stops his movements. You feel a little guilty. A little angry at your body for betraying you and Fives like this.
"Hey, hey... it's ok," he says, pulling out of you and wrapping his arms around you reassuringly again. "What are you sorry for?"
"Y-you can keep going, " you say hesitantly, "Kix said it doesn't hurt the baby."
"But it hurts you," Fives says, pulling you closer. "I don't want anything that makes you uncomfortable."
You roll over to face him and answer his question. "I was saying sorry because I know that other women are able to keep having sex during pregnancy without any issues. I don't know why my body is so messed up. Why it's doing this!" you say, breaking down.
Fives pulls you in and brings his forehead to meet yours. You can feel him shaking his head slowly. "Listen, darling" he says, placing his fingers under your chin. "Look." He lets your eyes follow his fingers as they trace down your body to rest on your belly. His eyes return to yours as he says with complete sincerity, "Your body is amazing. Perfect in every way."
He cuddles you and lets you know that he will easily forgo sex rest of the pregnancy, and for however long you needed if it wasn't comfortable for you. "Because I promised to love you, no matter what," he says.
Out of all the men in the galaxy, you realize that you had chosen one who would be by your side in sickness or in health, pregnancy or other wise. It was then that you knew you had chosen the right man to be your husband and father of your child to be.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" you ask, giving him a chance to bail if he really wants to. "This isn't a relaxing type of vacation, it's a theme park trip with kids." you say slowly and clearly. "Four parks. All day. Open to close each day. A trip with my kids."
You had only been with Gregor for a few months. He had recently gone through a divorce in the last year, and so had you. Both your spouses had cheated on you, (with other people) and perhaps it was on that common ground you built your relationship. But it was also other things. You genuinely loved his personality. And he was getting to know and love you as well.
Gregor did not have kids of his own, but he did spend a lot of time around them. Being close with Commander Cody meant he spent plenty of time around his and Obi Wan's adopted children. You had slowly introduced Gregor to your kids only recently.
Gregor cocks his head to the side. "I know. And I'm sure I wanna do it. I've gone on vacation with the Kenobi's before," he says, referring to a time when he and his now ex-wife joined Obi Wan, Cody and their kids on a camping trip.
"Yeah, well, this is different. It will be just us two and my kids. Meaning... we're outnumbered," you say. Your three boys were generally well-behaved, but they got excited on trips and were sometimes hard to handle. And you were right. Even with Gregor, you were still only two.
"Oh I've been outnumbered before, " Gregor tosses back at you. "Gonna take more than that to make me back down," he adds, crossing his arms over his chest.
His enthusiasm is hard to compete with, so you finally drop it and let him come with you on your theme park trip. And you don't regret it one bit.
Gregor helps you lug the stroller around and navigate the park to get from one place to the next. He takes pictures, carries your bags, holds the umbrella when it rains, and offers to go on all the rides that the boys are afraid to go on by themselves. He also goes on the other ones they want to ride that would otherwise make you sick. While they stand in the long lines for rides, you take your youngest to see a few shows and to get some shopping done. He isn't afraid to be silly with your middle son, making your oldest son cringe. But he somehow manages to be effortlessly cool enough at times that you see your oldest looking up to him. Maybe it is that ex-commando swagger he has.
At the hotel, he helps you wrangle the boys in and get them to settle down to sleep at the end of the day. You know in his past life, he was a Captain in the GAR, and probably used to doing his fair share of wrangling unruly young men.
When you finally get to settle into bed together, fully knowing there's no chance of sex with your kids in the other bed just a few feet away, you look over at him apologetically. "One park down, three to go. Ready for day two tomorrow?" you ask, expecting him to vent at least a bit of frustration from today. Instead, you find nothing but kindness and understanding in his dark amber eyes. "I wouldn't be here if I wasn't, " Gregor says with grin, peppering your face with sweet kisses.
You and your husband, Wolffe, are getting ready to go to a summer BBQ party with your work associates. Wolffe is already fashionably dressed and ready to go because that's the kind of sharp fellow he is. Always on top of things. He has the baby bag packed so all you have to do is to get him out of his crib and be on your way. Well, that and you have to finish getting dressed. That would be easy, but you feel like a mess.
You rummage around your dresser and closet trying to find a cute summer outfit, but nothing fits. It was now six months since you gave birth to Wolffe's son, but you were nowhere near your pre-pregnancy size.
Toward the end of the war, you had served in the GAR as an intelligence officer. That was actually how you met the dashing Commander. You had once been fit with toned, defined muscle but that all changed once you had the baby. You simply felt like a shapeless, amorphous blob.
You could picture all the other wives and girlfriends who were going to be at the party with their svelte bodies. Some of them were also mothers, with babies younger than yours! So what excuse did you have?
You felt like you didn't measure up to them. And worse, you felt like you didn't deserve your handsome Commander, easily the hottest man at any party. You could hear the whispers and gossip already. "How can he be with her?" "He can do better." And you know he can. You've seen the caliber of drop dead gorgeous women whose heads he's turned. How could you compete with them? You feel like a fool.
After more digging, you put on some of the only clothes you have that fits your body. Some frumpy underwear, stretchy shorts, and a big baggy t-shirt.
The sight of yourself in the mirror causes you to cry out in frustration. In all your rummaging, you came across outfit after outfit that you used to fit into. You lament how all your cute stuff doesn't fit. How your body doesn't look like it used to. You were going to show up looking like a bag of trash next to Wolffe, making him look like an idiot for being with you.
"Mesh'la?" you hear him enter your bedroom. He must have heard your frustrated cries. You quickly wipe the tears from your eyes and turn to face him. "Ok, I'm ready," you say, trying to hold it all in.
The baby is still down for his nap, so Wolffe softly closes the door and crosses the room before calling you out. "No, you're not," he says, brow wrinkling in thought as he stares directly at your face. He can sense something is wrong. "What's wrong?" he asks softly, his mismatched eyes gazing into yours with worry.
"Nothing fits!" you cry out, tears streaming down your face. He reaches out and pulls you to his chest, hands smoothing up and down your sides. "That's an easy fix. Let's just go get some clothes that fit," he offers.
"It's not that easy...," you say, tears still flowing. "I don't want to get new clothes. I just want to fit into my old stuff!"
"Why? Getting new stuff can be fun - " he offers before you cut him off. "Because I want to be smaller! Like I used to be. When I looked good," you say in frustration.
"And you don't think you look good now?" he asks quietly after you calm down a bit. You wipe your tears and back away from him, looking up in disbelief. "Look at me," you say hollowly, holding your arms out to the side.
"Oh I see you, mesh'la," Wolffe says. "Ugly," you mumble in response to the nickname he uses as he begins to circle around behind you.
"What did you say?" Wolffe asks, but it sounds like a threat. "I said, ugly. Like, how is someone so fucking sexy like you doing with me?" you dared to say back.
Wolffe grabs your shoulders from where he stands behind you to spin you around to face him. "You want to know why I'm with you? Let me show you why" he says, his tone serious.
He throws your baggy shirt up over your head, followed by your shapeless stretchy bra. He hooks his thumbs into your underwear and drags your shorts down with them to the floor. You stand there, stripped down in front of him, with him squatting at your feet.
"Because..." Wolffe begins, reaching out to your calf, "I remember how serious you were about keeping the Pack safe on our first rescue mission together. People talk, but in the heat of the mission, they rarely act on their promises. You didn't dare leave them behind, even after you took shrapnel in the leg and could have bled out. You waited." His fingers brush across the scar on your calf and the remaining scars that trail up your leg, to your thigh. "You are unshakable," he says reverently.
"Because, " Wolffe continues, rising to stand. He takes both your hands into his, rubbing your wedding band gently with his thumb. "As we did more missions, I saw you do so many incredible things. I saw what you can do with a blaster against an enemy, saw you pilot a ship in storms that fried the navigation computers, and I saw you carry a child through a disaster to reunite them with their family. All with these steady hands."
Wolffe takes your hands and places them on your sagging, potmarked, stretched out belly, making you feel your own skin. "Because when you gave birth to our son, I saw how strong, dedicated, smart, loving, and beautiful you really are. You made me a father, mesh'la." Wolffe's hands leave yours and settle on your waist.
"I fell in love with you all over again that day and I can't imagine anyone else more perfect to be my wife and the mother of my son," he says, looking over your face to make sure his words are sinking in.
And they are. Your chest feels fuzzy and your eyes well up just a bit with tears again, but this time from joy. You're in love with this man, and though Wolffe tends to be a man of action rather than words, he still knows how to tell you the things he feels. He is equally in love with you.
Wolffe looks at you endearingly before pressing his lips to yours. You welcome it and allow him to kiss you passionately. He has been nothing but good to you whether you feel like you deserve it or not.
He deepens the kiss and walks you backward until the backs of your knees press into the bed. You lay back and he follows you down until you feel the crisp duvet under your back. The baby is still napping, and now you see Wolffe above you, his look teeming with lust and love. You think you know where this is headed, and you like it.
As he crawls above you, you reach to down to his belt in an attempt to undo it, but he grabs your wrist and pins it to your side. He grunts in warning. "I'm not done showing you why," he says firmly as he starts kissing down your body, taking his sweet time.
You chuckle because this man is just being too much right now. He's made his point. "We're gonna be late for the cookout," you say in mock protest.
"That's fine with me, " Wolffe says casually, arriving just below your belly button with no signs of stopping his downward movement. "We have plenty to eat at home," he adds with a wicked smirk.
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Thanks for reading! This was my 1st time writing for Rex or Wolffe. Which one was your favorite? ;)
I received a request for "something romantic with a disabled reader who uses a cane sometimes to help them get around and either Rex or Gregor." Really hope I did okay on this. Always open to feedback.
You felt well enough in the morning that you and Gregor went to a local festival. You enjoyed each other's company, some great music and food, but within a couple hours you were ready to head back. Gregor walked with you, happy to take his time, and always there if you needed support. When you got back home, he opened the door and quickly kissed your forehead as you walked past. You went straight for the sofa, sitting yourself down and happy to put your cane aside.
"Do you need anything, love," he asked before sitting down.
You shook your head, a tired smiling crossing your face. You reached out with one hand and he took it with a grin, flirtatiously kissing the back of it and sitting next to you.
"You okay?" He noticed you were aching and trying to ease the pain. Of course he did. You always noticed these things about each other. Gregor had his own struggles since the war, but you loved his spirit, humor, and kindness. Whatever one of you was going through, the other was right there.
"Yeah," you replied, trying to adjust to lean on him. You didn't know how to explain it, but he was the best pillow.
He laid back against the sofa and after his usual "where do you want me" he moved so you could get comfortable laying on him, supporting you wherever he could.
"I'm sorry we couldn't stay out longer," you said.
"Nonsense," he replied, kissing your forehead and gently holding you a little closer. "I love my time with you however we spend it."
You reached for his hand and kissed each knuckle. You felt him chuckle.
"You keep that up and I'll have to stay here forever," he said.
"Oh no," you replied, playfully leaving another kiss. "Whatever shall I do?"
Warnings: Pure Fluff! This is Bad Batch Era Gregor, so he has a lot more energy then Clone Wars!Gregor. Honestly I channeled a lot of Rebels!Gregor for this!
Authors Note: Hi I absolutely adore Gregor <3 When I saw him in the newest episode I was absolutely in love! I want to write a lot more for him I'm ngl
Gregor is a huge flirt, and every time you walked in the room his eyes would be on you
It didn’t take him long to ask you out, this man was so excited to get you know you better
You absolutely fell in love with his energy, his quick and flirty comments often leaving you blushing
Gregor would listen to you intently whenever you spoke, hanging onto every word
He loves to make you laugh, seeing your face light up because of him made him feel so happy
When you mention to him that you love his voice and that its soothing, Gregor will not let this go
he brings it up often in a teasing manner, but he doesn’t mean any harm by it
Once you give Gregor your comm, you will never know silence again (not that you don’t mind)
He will constantly send you messages when he is on missions, letting you know that he is ok
When he is able to get away and have time alone while away, Gregor will be calling you
With Gregor knowing that you love his voice, he would try his best to call you at night so that he could help you fall asleep
As soon as he got back from missions he would be on your doorstep, wanting to spend time with you
When you open the door, his arms are automatically around you, pulling you into a kiss
This man is affectionate, constantly pulling you into hugs when you are around
Will pull you into kisses randomly, no matter who is around
At first you would be completely flustered, but you would slowly get used to it
Gregor would make sure his hands are always on you
He would often stand behind you, hands rested on your shoulders as you both conversed with others
Absolutely loves it when you back against him, which usually caused Gregor to wrap his arms around you
Sometimes when you are sitting next to him, he would lean over to rest his head on your shoulder
You couldn’t help but wrap an arm around him when he did this, leaning your head to rest on top of his
Gregor barely slows down, he’s a bundle of energy!
Often when he saw something that he wanted to show you, he would grab your hand and pull you towards where he wants to go
If you didn’t move quick enough, he would quickly pick you up, running towards where he wants to go
A few times he has picked you up to carry you on his shoulders, usually ending with both of you cracking up
Gregor is a complete and utter goofball sometimes, and often will pull you into helping him with pranks
Will pull you into tickle fights, leaving you a giggling mess as you try to defend yourself from him
He would usually end up on top of you, giving you a smirk before pulling you into a kiss
If you ask for cuddles, he will give you cuddles
This man absolutely loves to hold you and is really good at it! I mean have you seen his muscles?
Gregor makes you feel secure, whole, as he holds you tightly to him
Cuddling with Gregor involves a lot of joking around!
He will often move you around, sometimes jokingly laying down on top of you (Gregor wouldn’t put his full weight on you of course, he doesn’t want to hurt you!)
When he did this you couldn’t help but kiss him, but you would usually start laughing into the kiss
Gregor absolutely loved it when you laid on top of him! He would bury his face in your neck, trailing his hands up and down your back
