General Grievous X Reader Oneshots

Good Boy (Dominant! Female! Reader)

"Y/N, I beg you, please!", a low, robotic voice echoed through the room as your hand roamed your fingers closed around the throbbing member that belonged to your lover, a grin on your face. "What do you want, Grievous?", you purred and kissed the head of the red, rockhard flesh, causing the cyborg to jerk his hips towards you.

Grievous had your weight onto his chest plate, his heartbeat vibrating through the whole frame. His fire-red, throbbing member in your soft palm, massaging it slightly against your fingers.  "Y-You know exactly what I want...please...just...", a rough coughing fit ripped through him, cutting him sentence off, causing you to grin.

"Mmm, no, I don't. I will need guidance, General.", you purred teasingly, leaning down to give a teasing lick to the fire-red head. A low growl echoed through the dim light of the room that came from the sinking sun in the back of the valley of the planet you were on, but before he could buck and get more of his length inside your wet cavern, you pulled away, a smirk on your face.

He gave a roar of frustration, knowing exactly what you wanted, but he wasn't willing to give it to you...or at least so he thought. With a low chuckle, you leaned away from him, leaving him needy, thick cock leaking, begging for release.

"Come on, boy. Say it!", you purred and pushed yourself off his body. "Or should I leave you to it." Grievous roared in frustration and need, his mind clouded with pure pleasure, pushing his pride back in the back of his mind. He grumbled something under his breath and thrusted his hips forward. "Please!", he wheezed, coughing afterward. "Just...Please! J-Just put me in you!"

A wide, beautiful smile graced your lips and you sat down again,  pressing your wet cunt against your boyfriend's member, which started to leaking precum like a waterfall. You took it in your hand, and massaged the base, not breaking eye-contact, running your finger over the slit. "Well, since you asked so nicely."

Carefully, you positioned yourself over the cock, guiding it to your already wet entrance, slowly sinking down, moaning as you did so. Grievous roared in pure bliss, his metallic claws gripping the sides of the bed, digging his claws into the wood, trying, and succeeding to hold still. You began in a slow rhythm, supporting yourself on his chest plate.

"Good boy.",  you purred and leaned forward, kissing his neck-cables. You felt his ragged breathing through as they flexed with every huff that escaped his throat. You began to move slowly, teasing him, watching his reactions. Coughs escaped his throat like no tomorrow, and you felt his metal heat up. Carefully, you slipped one of your hands under his chest-plate and massaged his gut sack, and a low moan escaped his vocalizer.

"Y/N!", he wheezed and kicked his legs, his cock twitching inside of you. You knew he was close already. He always came fast, his cock being over-sensitive in this body of his, but you didn't mind, and you loved to tease him about it. You removed your hands, knowing that he would come far too soon when you teased him enough.

"C-Come on...p-please!", he roared, and his chest rose for your fingers and you suddenly had so much better access, again, his cock twitched. You were sure the whole ship heard him, but you knew your boyfriend could only careless. "What do you want?", you asked him teasingly and rolled your hips, knowing that he would never come without your permission, he never did.

"L-Let me come...please!", you moaned at the plea, but otherwise, you seemed completely unaffected. This sight before you was probably the most unusual event in the universe. Grievous was a living mystery. On the outside, he was the feared General, a man-killing cyborg that knew no mercy and played with his victims before killing them off like bugs, oh, but when you both were alone, he was the most submissive being that the universe could bring up.

He was like a puppy following you around, never questioning you, and listened to all your commands without hesitating. With your dominant behavior, you both were the perfect match.

You grinned as you imagined one of his enemies, like Obi-Wan Kenobi or Aninkan Skywalker, finding him in a position like this. His long, blood-red cock buried deeply in your wetness, begging and moaning like a drone.

"Yes.", you purred. "Come for me, come for me and fill me up, General! That crossed his line. With a loud, ear-shattering screech, that only you knew your boyfriend was capable of, he came, filling you up, stuffing you, throwing you over the edge with a low moan of your side.

Grievous moaned as his orgasm finally ended, and hissed in pleasure as you eased yourself off his cock with a soft moan, watching as his thick, pearly white cum dripping out of your now wet, stuffed core.

"Good boy!", you purred again and leaned forward to the wheezing cyborg, kissing his eyelids. "You did perfect. Now, time for your reward."

Even tough Grievous mind was clouded in pure pleasure, he knew he wouldn't get any sleep that night."