General Grievous X Reader Oneshots

Male Reader! LEMON (I can't think of a titel)

(OC Alarm, OC Alarm, OC Alarm! Submissive General Grievous X Male Dominant Reader.

Everyone who knew Grievous knew he was a merciless warrior who killed every Jedi on sight. They knew he was hateful, hungry for revenge. They thought that he was incapable of feelings, love especially, but they were wrong. They only knew him on the battlefield, they have never been able to look behind the curtains.

Behind them, he was a gentle giant, not even thinking to hurt someone...behind them...he submits to his lover. So, he did today. After weeks on being on a mission, as he entered their shared Quarters, a short/large/medium man, who sat on the bed, with h/c colored hair and shining e/c eyes looked up, smirking when he recognized his lover. "Good evening Grievous.", Y/N hissed, eyes filled with a certain emotion the cyborg knew only too well. Lust.

"Good evening, my love.", Grievous purred, his golden eyes narrowing. Many would think it was a glare, but the other, still/much smaller male knew better, it was a smirk. "Come closer.", Y/N hissed, his voice deeper than usual, filled with desire, causing the cyborg to purr and follow his command. He walked forward, his metallic feet producing those typical metal on metal sound, crawling onto the bed, making it groan because his weight, and trapping the smaller male underneath his slowly heating frame, making the full organic smirk, kissing the faceplate.

But as one of those dangerous claws, which had killed and ripped apart so many people, traced Y/N's hips, the younger male griped his wrist and switched their positions, sitting on those metallic hips. "No dominance for you today.", he hissed, kissing the faceplate. "I have waited for you all those weeks and now that I finally get my hands on you, you have no right to dominate me in any way. Understood?" A small whine was the response to those playfully harsh words and Grievous let himself slump into the soft f/c sheets, feeling the pressure of his mate's weight against his metallic tights through his sensors.

"Understood!", he rasped in a strain voice, already imagining of what Y/N would do to him. A hand ran over his private area which covered one of his few remains of his former body and he opened immediately, his already hard cock falling into his lovers' hand. "So eager...!", Y/N hissed, stroking over the hot, dark red flesh, causing the former Kaleesh, to whimper, pressing his pulsing member into the warm, soft hand, his golden reptilian eyes fogged with pleasure.

The younger male smirked, leaning down to give the throbbing flesh a soft kiss on the head, yearning a cough and a loud, moan from his mate. "Yes.", he whispered, knowing the audio receptors of the cyborg beneath him could catch his low voice. "Moan for me. I want to know how you fell." Then, Y/N leaned down again to close his lips around the sensitive flesh, earning a loud cry of pure pleasure, followed by a coughing fit.

His teeth traced the flesh in his wet cavern, thrusting his tongue against the already drooling slit, sucking hard once in a while. Grievous was moaning, crying and whimpering beneath him his eyes closed, the bedsheets ripping underneath his talons. Yes, his Y/N knew how to pleasure to he fell into unconscious.

His thoughts were interrupted by another soft bite of his lover, a cry escaped his throat. He wanted to thrust his hips up so bad, wanted to burry more of his member inside that sinful mouth, but he knew Y/N would leave him unsatisfied if he did that...like he once did to teach him a lesson. He came back from a mission, but was injured, and Y/N left him on the bed, unsatisfied, cock dripping, lungs begging for air because of his moans and pleads for his lover to finish him off.

After a while, his full organic lover let go of his throbbing flesh. He stood up, and now Grievous could see that glorious cock of his lover hard and ready in his pants. He remembered having this thing in him when he was still a Kaleesh, massaging his walls, making him cry out and beg for more. It was impossible right now, but there was no reason why Y/N shouldn't dominate him another way, like riding him.

The younger male got rid of his clothes, showing his lover his naked body in all its glory. He crawled onto the bed again, positioning himself over Grievous thick, long cock. "You know, I miss those times where I still fucked you into the sheets, but...", Y/N slowly let himself sink down onto the thick shaft, groaning silently at the feeling of it stretching his walls. "...this isn't so bad either."

The droid general was in heaven and hell at the same time, whimpering and moaning, trying to trust deeper into his mate's warmth. How his lover managed to keep his voice steady? The former warlord didn't know, but he didn't care either. He was just glad that he loved him, even in that cursed state he was in for the rest of his life.

He roared in pure pleasure when the dominant half of the pair began to move, skin slapping against metal. Y/N groaned himself, savoring the pleasure he was getting of his little ride. "P-Please...", Grievous begged, tears literally leaking out of his golden crystals. "F-Faster, Harder!"

The younger male obliged, picking up pace, slamming the shaft into him. After a few minutes, Grievous roared, his orgasm ripping through him like a blast, his cum shooting in hot, long spurts into Y/N's insides. The younger male moaned, shuddering as his orgasm finally came. His cum splattered onto the cyborg's chestplate, on his face plate and on the pillow. Not caring about the mess he made, the h/c haired man fell onto his lover, smiling up at him.

"Thank y-you!", Grievous rasped. He grinned, snuggling into him before closing his eyes, falling asleep, satisfied and happy that his lover finally back...and he didn't plan for him to leave their quarters any time soon.