#bad batch wrecker x reader

[rainydaydream-gal18]

(Bad Batch) Wrecker x Reader: The Gift

Word Count: 1,178

Warnings: Fluff, pining

Author's note: This one goes out to the Wrecker girlies!!! And anyone else who could use some Wrecker content.

You clutched the folded-up cloth tighter in your hand, waiting at the bottom of the steps for a certain Bad Batcher to come walking by after dinner.  As you waited, you were granted the soothing pleasure of watching the sky turn all sorts of vibrant shades as the sun began to dip below the horizon.  The air was still warm: the evening chill hadn’t begun to set yet. You leaned over the stone wall to peer down at how the ocean shone with reflections of the sky.

With the return of Crosshair, and the whole squad safe and sound- not to mention happy- Pabu was starting to feel like home to you.  The peaceful days that passed were precious to you. You treasured each moment you spent with the squad, and it shed a new light on a particular someone.

Afternoons were spent sitting side-by-side on the docks with him, fishing in the sun. You both helped out with different projects around the community, and when you did take breaks, you took them together.  Sometimes the two of you would dig into a picnic basket that you’d packed for lunch, or take a dip in the crystal waters, or just sit in the sand talking and joking around.

You found yourself hardly anywhere but at his side, and him at yours.  It felt like the most natural thing in the world.  Wrecker always had a warmth about him that you liked.  You always thought he was handsome, and you couldn’t deny that you felt your face heat up and heart pound anytime he was near… But there was hardly time to explore that.  The squad had been on the run for so long, and you were always worried about the dynamic that these feelings would bring to the team.

This time on Pabu gave you the chance to simply be with him.  To exist together. To find out more about not only him, but yourself.  It was all new to you.  Life was simple there, happy, and for a short while you could forget about the insanity that had taken over the rest of the Galaxy.  You could forget about the danger that the squad was truly in.

The familiar gaits of your squad were coming down the steps.  You turned around, keeping the folded item behind your back.  Hunter, Crosshair, Wrecker and Omega were making their descent, all with smiles on their faces after a filling dinner.  Hunter paused in front of you first, giving you a curious look.

“You good?” he asked.  To be fair, you had left dinner early.  You’d mustered up the courage to grab the gift from your quarters and wait for the opportunity to give it to its intended recipient.

“Yeah, thank you.”

Crosshair chewed on a toothpick, passing by you with a simple nod in your direction.  It was brief but sincere. Omega was at his heels with Wrecker beside her, and the two of them beamed when they saw you.

“Hey, ______,” she greeted.

“Hey!  Missed you at dinner!” Wrecker said.  He gave you a nudge.  “Everything okay?”

“Yeah…Actually, could I have a moment with you?”

“You can have as many as you’d like!” he chuckled.  Omega already knew about the gift, since you’d given her one not too long ago.  She gave you a knowing look, waving at you both kindly, as she continued on her way to catch up with Hunter and Crosshair.

“What’s up?” Wrecker asked 

You hesitated, suddenly feeling shy as you had his full attention.  “I got you something. I don’t know, it might be a little silly…but, here.”  You held out the item, embarrassment and excitement wrestling inside you.  Wrecker unfolded and held it up to get a better look.

“Aww, it’s Lula!” he exclaimed, turning the shirt around.  “How-?  Where’d you get this?”

“There’s a shop on the lower levels that prints designs on T-shirts,” you explained happily.  “Omega and I drew one up for you.  She had one made that was similar.”

Wrecker grinned at you.  “It’s the best shirt ever!”  He moved forward to wrap his arms around you, giving you a tight squeeze that made you laugh.  “Thank you!”  You wrapped your arms around his neck and hugged him back, so relieved that he liked the present.  It felt like he might never let you go, but then the embrace did come to an end.  You felt his cheek brush against yours briefly as he carefully put you back down.  “So, uh, what’s the occasion?”

He looked a little nervous, like perhaps he had forgotten an important day.

“It’s just because,” you said.  “I appreciate your friendship.  You’re so fun, and thoughtful, and I really like our talks.”

His eyes softened as he listened to your words, regarding you with a tenderness that you saw in him often.  Wrecker gave a quiet chuckle.  “I like spending time with you too,” he said.  It appeared as if he wanted to say more, but no words came.  He simply gazed back at you in this way, and you found yourself unsure of what to say next.

“Uh, anyway…” You ran a hand over the stone railing beside you idly.  “I have some errands to run before dark.  I’ll see you around.”

“Need any help?”

You shook your head, smiling in appreciation of his offer.  “It’s alright, nothing major.  Thank you though, Wreck.”

“Sure, sure.” He rubbed the back of his neck and watched you take the next stairway towards the market.  

Wrecker looked back down at the shirt after you left, running his thumbs over the soft material.  He couldn’t wait to wear it the next time the two of you hung out.  He headed back to where his squad had gone, finding just Hunter and Crosshair seated in a common area with a bonfire going.  Omega appeared to have already gone to bed for the night.

Crosshair was the first to notice what was in Wrecker’s hand.  “What’s that? A gift?” There was no mistaking the subtle teasing in his tone.

“Uh, yeah.”  Wrecker took a seat.  “She got one for Omega too.”

“That doesn’t negate the fact,” Hunter said with the hint of a smile.

Wrecker looked at him.  “What fact?”

“The fact that the girl is crazy for you,” Crosshair replied with the roll of his eyes, irritated that his brother was obviously feigning obliviousness.  He wasn’t about to let his sibling off that easily.  “And you are for her.  So, what’s the hold up?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Wrecker grumbled, folding his arms in a stubborn sort of gesture.  “There’s no hold up.”

Hunter and Crosshair exchanged looks, both raising a brow, but said no more on the matter.  Wrecker leaned back to watch the bonfire while these things went through his mind.

Of course he felt that way about you.  Of course he’d wanted to bring it up for ages, but it never seemed to be quite the right time, so he just carried on as usual. 

Maybe it was time to change that.

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[mandos-mind-trick]

Kinktober Day 28 - Cockbulge

Summary: He's just so big. 

Pairing: Wrecker x reader

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, unprotected sex, size difference, size kink, cockbulge, masturbation, fingering. 

A/N: I don't have much to say about this one. Enjoy the back to back Wrecker fics.

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His cock never fails to shock you. You’ve seen it several times, held it many times, had it inside you more times that you can count on two hands and yet, you’re always shocked when you see him. 

He’s just so big. 

Of course, his entire body is big. It would be more shocking if he wasn’t huge everywhere. Still, every time his pants come off, you’re incapable of doing anything but sit there in shock and awe for a few moments as you take in the long, thick cock between his thighs. He always gets sheepish as you bask in his glory, mouth watering and pussy throbbing at the thought of taking him inside you. As bashful as he is, you know he loves it as much as you do. 

Perhaps even more. 

Your thighs clench together around your hand as you recline on the bed. You’re alone in the house. The others know what’s going on. Wrecker only turned down food trips for one thing, and that was usually a chance to have the house to yourselves, and your pussy. 

He’s less bashful this time as he approaches the bed, a mischievous glint to his eyes. He kneels on the bed, the mattress dipping under his large size. Tech had reinforced the bed, making sure it would not only hold him, but also withstand his...voracity. He kneels between your spread legs, eyes glued to your pussy. Three of your fingers are stuffed inside you, trying to work yourself open for him. It’s nowhere near enough, but you know going in with no prep would be foolish. 

He might actually split you open down the middle. 

He pushes your knees up, changing the angle of your hips as you continue you fuck yourself with your fingers, your eyes glued to his cock where it dangles between his legs. His thick fingers wrap around your wrist, pulling your fingers from inside you. He lifts them up, lowering his head down to take them in his mouth. You let out a strangled sound as he sucks on your fingers, his tongue licking them clean. 

“Taste so good, mesh’la.” He groans, pressing a kiss to your wrist. He drops your hand before pushing your thighs even further apart, bearing your glistening pussy to him. “So wet.” 

“Only for you.” You gasp, toes curling as he drags his fingers through your folds. 

You whimper as he slips two of his fingers into you, the thick digits reaching deeper inside you than your own fingers could. You stare down at his hand, watching his fingers slide in and out of you, skin glistening with your juices. He adds a third finger, stretching you open further so you can take his cock easier. 

"Still so tight." He groans, pressing against your walls as he pumps his fingers into you. 

No matter how much he preps you, it'll still be uncomfortable, at least at first. Your toes curl at the thought of the burning stretch, the painful pleasure as he forces your body open so you can take him. 

You moan, walls clamping around his fingers. You're soaking his hand, turned on already from your own teasing touches and the thought of fucking the giant man hovering over you. 

"You ready for me?" He asks, slowing his fingers. 

You nod. "Yes, kriff yes Wrecker!"

He withdraws his fingers from your pussy, using his slick hand to pump his cock. You moan at the sight of your juices wetting his skin, eyes locked on his hard member. He leans over you to grab the pillows from the top of the bed, slipping them under your hips to raise you up to a more comfortable height. Your legs drape over his thighs as he positions you, the head of his cock bumping against your slit. 

You moan at the sensation, body clenching in anticipation. You're so ready for him, so ready to take him, but he has to ensure you're comfortable first as always. He's always so attentive, always so caring. 

"Comfortable?" He asks, his hand resting on your stomach as you settle in. 

You nod again. "Yeah. Very comfortable."

He smiles, thumb stroking your skin. "Good. You ready?"

You smile. "Hurry up and put your cock inside me, Wrecker."

A wicked grin forms on his face, his cock brushing your slit again as he positions himself. "Yes, ma'am." 

You bite your lip as he drags the head of his cock through your folds, using your body's slick to ready himself. Your hands fist the sheets as he presses into you, the wide tip of his head breaching your hole. 

You moan softly as you stretch around him, body relaxed as he pushes his thick cock inside you. Quiet grunts leave his lips as he works his way in, thrusting shallowly to open you up to him. 

You take him, deeper and deeper until you can't anymore, until he's seated fully inside of you as much as he can. You're stretched wide, gaping around him. Your pussy throbs as you look down, lips spread wide around his thick length, your stomach bulging from where he sits inside you. 

"Look at that." He says, always in awe of how visible he is inside you. 

His hand smooths over your stomach, over the bulge. You moan quietly, eyes glued to the spot as he slowly withdraws from you, the bulge shrinking before reappearing as he thrusts back in. You watch the movements of his cock inside you, his own eyes focused where your stomach moves with every thrust. 

You desperately try not to cum as he fucks you, his cock filling you and pushing against every spot inside you that has your toes curling. You want this to last as long as possible, but it's always so hard with how well he pleasures you. 

You writhe below him as his hand presses against the bulge, pushing him against that spot inside you with every thrust. It has you nearly seeing stars, your pussy clamping tightly around him. 

"Feels so good, Wrecker!" You cry out. "Gonna cum!"

"Cum for me!" He says, hands moving to your hips as he picks up the pace, your entire body bouncing as he thrusts into you. 

Your eyes roll back as you cum, clamping tightly around him with a cry of his name. He continues to fuck you, working you through your orgasm until your fluttering walls force his own orgasm out of him. He groans loudly, hips jerking as he spills into you. 

You moan as he fills you, stretched even further by his cum. You stare at the bulge inside you, exacerbated by his release. He stays there inside you, enjoying the look of your body stretched wide around him. 

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[nahoney22]

Hello darling!

I’d love if you wrote a NSFW fic with Tech or Wrecker.

Maybe you’d be coming home from a bad day at work and a bad fight with your parents and he comforts you and makes you forget your troubles with some soft sex. Lots of praise and pleasure. Maybe some overstimulation??

Only if you have the time of course!! If you’ve already written something like this, I’ll scour the master list

Many thanks lovely!!

Gentleness***

Wrecker X F!Reader

word count: 1.6k

After visiting your parents, you brain is fried with their words and demands of wanting you to have a different path in life. So when you return to your boyfriend, Wrecker, you crave some much needed TLC.

warnings: NSFW, 18+ only. Explicit sexual content and language. Soft smut, cunnilingis, praises, overstimulation, established relationship, aftercare and female reader. A little bit angsty, mentions of arguing with parents.

authors note: I chose to do Wrecker because I’ve not wrote for him in a hot minute and I feel like this is Wrecker coded. Sorry for the wait @originalcollectionartistry ✨🤍

With a raspy throat and misty eyes, you approach the Marauder following what was meant to be a pleasant reunion with your parents, only to unravel into a heated debate about your life choices. Are you old enough? Mature enough? In their eyes, the exhilaration of navigating the galaxy with a band of rogue Clones was an unacceptable life for their daughter. They envisioned a different path—one confined to a desolate planet, toiling behind a counter in a dreary little shop.

You yearned for their support, but some convictions remain unaltered. It had been this way for many years and each time you see them, you think they would change their minds.

Outside the Marauder, you collect yourself, wiping away tears and clearing your throat before boarding.

However, the usual clamor had subsided this evening, leaving you in solitude momentarily. Yet, a yearning for your boyfriend lingers.

Thinking you've found respite, you settle into the cockpit, allowing tears to cascade. With your head in your hands and fingers entwined in your hair in frustration, your sobs echo in the silence. Unbeknownst to you, the familiar and resounding footsteps approach, shattering the quiet.

"I thought I heard ya—hey, what's wrong, babe?" Wrecker swiftly joins you, crouching beside you and tenderly placing a hand on your thigh.

Peering at him through your hands, you manage a smile amid the tears and emit a soft sniffle. "I'm fine, just parents."

A frown creases Wrecker's brow. "I thought you were looking forward to seeing them?" he asks.

"Yeah, until they started bombarding me about what they think I should be doing with my life," you groan, swiping away your tears once more and straightening up. "Just annoyed."

Wrecker offers a sympathetic smile, planting a gentle kiss on your cheek. "Did they, um, mention anythin’ about me?" His hand grazes the back of your neck, prompting a playful eye-roll from you.

Fortunately, your parents did inquire about Wrecker. Your relationship with him wasn't exactly a secret after their initial meeting, which left a favorable impression. That much you were thankful for.

"They just asked about how you were and all," you mention, crossing your arms and leaning back against the chair's headrest. "But... they still disapprove of me traveling with you all. They want me to stay home and work for them."

Wrecker tilts his head, his brow knitting together. "Is that what ya want?"

"Absolutely not, Wreck," you declare. "I just wish they could understand that this is the path I've chosen."

Wrecker stands tall and concerned above you. “Well I’m glad you're still here,” he says, a gentle smile tugging at your lips in response. Yet, he's not entirely convinced. “Is there anything I can do?”

Initially stumped, you gaze up at him, taking in his towering presence, his striking features, and suddenly, a longing for something, anything, wells up within you. "Honestly?"

"Yeah, anything!" His smile widens, noticing a glimmer of light returning to your eyes.

As you stand before Wrecker, your voice carries a hint of vulnerability. "I want you to love me."

Confusion knits Wrecker's brow. "But you know I already do? Don't you?"

You let out a soft, tender laugh at his innocent bewilderment. Your hands trail up his sturdy arms, tracing the contours of his broad chest before delicately cradling his cheeks. Your fingertips brush over the rough, scarred tissue, as you gaze deeply into his eyes. "Yes, but I want you to love me," you express, your voice filled with longing and an unspoken yearning for more.

He’s silent now, but he understands what you mean as his eyes spark with interest.

With such a gentleness, he took your hands away from his face, starting to trail soft kisses up your arms until he seals his lips over yours, drawing you in.

You let him take the lead, keening into his touch as his hands begin to pull the clothes away from your body, his large hands gently kneading at your soft, nude flesh as his tongue dances with yours.

It’s not long until he has you wrapped around his waist, carrying you through the ship until he lays you down on his bunk, warm breath waltzing against your skin.

Soft moans begin to part your lips as Wrecker kneels at the foot of the bunk, your legs spread and balancing over his shoulders as he slips a finger between your folds. Your increasing arousal helps Wrecker to move his digit up and down before he gathers your slick on his fingers, using it as lubricant to rub at your swelling clit.

You choke on a groan, knees subconsciously closing around his head but Wrecker doesn’t mind, infact, it spurs him on as you start to gently roll your hips to his touch. He encourages you, keeping a steady pace as he places kisses to the inside of your thighs as he works at your clit with intent, yet gentle.

Your legs start to tremble, chewing on your lower lip as Wrecker lets out a satisfied growl of pleasure as you grind down on his hand, slipping a finger inside you and curling it as he gently thrusts. “That’s it pretty girl, take what ya need.”

“S-So good Wrecker… you’re so good to me.” You whine, toes curling as he maintains a steady momentum.

“Of course I am, I always will be,” he rasps, eyes fixated on your glistening pussy, “let it go, cum for me. I’ve got ya.”

Your eyes are seeing stars, stars more beautiful than those through space as your body becomes rigid and your breathing becomes heavy. Then, you cry out his name, your orgasm shooting through you as you ride out the pleasure against his hand. “That’s it, you did so well.” He cooes. “That was a lot.”

A happy sigh parts your lips but Wrecker didn’t stop there. “Do you think you can cum again sweetie? I think you can.” He cooed as he placed soft kisses to your thighs before his warm breath fans over your tingling pussy.

Naturally your hips bucked as his tongue glides over your folds, licking up the residue of before and melts as he whines softly at the taste of you. You squirm, getting a bit too overstimulated but a part of you wanted more, you wanted to fight against it and let Wrecker continue to have a taste of you.

“Don’t worry,” he purrs, sensing the struggle between wanting another orgasm and for him to stop teasing at your pulsating cunt, “I will take extra good care of you if you are a good girl and cum on my tongue.”

Your blood runs hot, his praises alone almost making you hit your high. Softly, you hold onto the back of his head, grinding your hips on his tongue as he delves his tongue against your stimulated clit, the burn now desirable.

His large arms wrap under your thighs, bringing you even closer to his face than before, chuckling into your pussy as you let out a wanton cry of pleasure. Your hands move to the sheets on the bunk, gripping as if for dear life as he laps eagerly at you, sucking and flicking his tongue expertly against your sweet sex. “Oh f-fuck! Wreck..!”

“Say my name again sweetie, let me know how much I’m pleasing ya.”

You were blessed to be laying down because if you were standing there was no way you would’ve been able to hold yourself up. “Wrecker, you’re so good at this.”

Again, he chuckles, sending vibrations through you that have your toes curling as your cunt becomes numb. As your moans become louder, you knew you were close again. Wrecker groans as he slips his tongue into your pussy, feeling you clench around his tongue that has you soaring into the galaxy.

“Your moans are so perfect, baby. You’ve done so, so good for me.” He pulls away, catching his breath and you almost sob at the sight of your juices around his grinning mouth before he moves his hand back to your core and lets his fingers strum rapidly against your clit.

It’s too much and somewhat not enough either. His name runs past your lips like a mantra all the while he ushers words of praise. “That’s it, good girl. Cum again.”

One part of your brain makes you squirm away from his touch, finding it unbearable but the other half craves for the intensity of another orgasm. “It’s too sensitive Wrecker,” you moan, knuckles turning white as you grip onto the sheets.

“I know baby but I know you can do it. Let it go, you’ll feel so much better.” For someone so loud his words were so quiet and soft yet laced with pure filth. You’re hot, the stimulation relentless and it’s not until his mouth is back on your clit when your climax finally hits.

“O-o-oh stars!” you whimper as your orgasm rakes through you and onto his mouth and chin, your whole body tingling now. He continues to lick your pussy, collecting every ounce of your high before he stands, wipes his mouth and chin and pulls you into his arms as he sits on the edge of the bunk with you.

“That’s how it’s done, sweetie. Well done.” He cooed, stroking a hand through your sweat covered hair, “was that enough?”

You give him a dazed, dopey grin and nod. “It was perfect.” You sigh happily, resting your forehead into his chest as he cradles your nude body. “Thank you for this.”

“Like I said, I’d do anything.”

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[toastyrobos]

I’m okay…okay? (Wrecker X Female reader one shot)

Word count: 2.5k

((After everyone's chips are removed on Bracca you try to talk to Wrecker about what happened, since you care for him, but he again tries to avoid you. What happens when you've had enough and confront him))

If only things had gone down as planned. Then maybe the feeling of dread and helplessness wouldn't be permeating the air around you. Maybe then you wouldn't feel so..so terrified and useless. You couldn't have done much of anything in that split second when theory turned reality. When the reason for those chips showed itself to all of you in that room.

That room you didn't want to step foot into anymore. His face...that dull lifeless appearance it took on the second his chip had activated. How when he uttered those words you wanted to cry out. And you did. Not because you were afraid of him.

No.

You were afraid for him. You saw how Wrecker's eyes...the kindness and childlike essence was still there. Fighting whatever the chip was doing to him. He was actively fighting the programming that was inside his mind...and losing.

And you knew...knew that if or when he would came to he'd never forgive himself for what he had done. It's what the Empire...those bastards wanted. A perfect creation that could be programmed, when needed, to do their dirty work. And it happened right under your noises. They used and turned the clones into nothing more than their own personal attack dogs.

It made you sick to your stomach.

They were used and discarded as if they were a dirty rag. No longer serving its purpose. It enraged you. What they did to their most loyal supporters, it enraged you what they did to him.

To the one person who had made you smile at every given opportunity. Could insight the biggest applause of laughter and fill an entire room with it. The person who would do anything to protect those he cared about at a moments notice. He was fierce, powerful when he needed to be. Especially during the heat of battle. Underneath it all though, he was a gentle giant. Always careful when embracing another person...mostly that is. The way in which he looked out and cared for Omega. Being the big brother that maybe he was always meant to be.

All of those things about him.... His heart of gold, that large grin, how infectious his laugh was.

You loved it all. You loved him.

That's why the minute he woke up from this chip removal you were so relieved. Tears lined your eyes before running down your anxious complexion. But something was different about him. A somber expression painted his face. Guilt too. And you immediately knew. How could you not? He only further confirmed it when after apologizing to Omega, he avoided your gaze.

It was obvious. He was swimming in his own guilt and shame. Like an ocean had swallowed him up. And much more weighing heavily on his heart. You didn't need to be a Jedi to see it. It was clear as day. His knotted brows, the trembling in his hands, how his eyes seemed distance.

You understand why it was easier for him to forgive himself when it came to Omega..or at the very least make amends with her. She had no trouble forgiving him. Like us, she knew there wasn't much to forgive. None of this situation was his fault. Yet here he was. Blaming himself, Silently. Away from you. Allowing it to eat away at him from the inside out. And it broke your heart.

If Rex hadn't pushed you out of the way, then that blaster shot would been buried deep within your chest. Ending your life in the process. It's all and intended purpose. That's why he wouldn't—couldn't look at you. The frightened look in your eyes, that would haunt him forever. If only he knew that it wasn't for your life that scared you. No. It was for another reason entirely. And you wanted to—needed to tell him. You didn't care anymore if he avoided you. You had to talk to him. Staying away was no longer an option.

You wasted no time in locating Hunter and demanding where Wrecker was. Seeing how determined you were and knowing the full situation of both of your unspoken feelings, he told you where to find his brother. Before rushing back off Hunter wished you good luck in your pursuits. As the man in charge and a loyal brother, he wanted what was best for his fellow teammates. You being with Wrecker was just that. Heightened senses or not, he saw the way you two were around each other. How you both were captivated by the other, the hidden glances...he'd never seen two people more suited for each other than his brother and you. The newest member of the team, of his family. Maker, he just hoped that whatever pain and guilt Wrecker felt, you'd find a way to reach him.

Finding him wasn't the problem, getting him to stay was. The moment you located him he started to back away from your presence. You understood why, but it hurt, hurt to see him so afraid. You didn't want him to feel this way. You couldn't bare it. He was..he was your—this loveable, big hearted man who could bring a smile to anyone's face. The fear and anguish he held in his gaze, clouding him...that wasn't him. That wasn't the Wrecker you knew.

   "Wrecker please!" You cried out. "Please..."

You could how you pleas made him stop in his tracks. How his body visible flinched at the way you spoke his name.

    "I want—need to talk to you".

He looked away from you. He wasn't going to meet your gaze. "Stop!" The pleading in his voice. "Don't come any closer".

    "Wrecker...". You choked back the tears that threatened to escape from you while you took a darning footstep towards him. And so in turn, like a dance of deep rooted turmoil, Wrecker took a step backwards. "Please stop!" You shouted at him, your voice cracking in the process. You couldn't take it. You needed him to stay, to not run away from you. From what you needed to get off your chest. What your heart was bursting to confess.

Thankfully he understood. You watched his body freeze and just barely his eyes brushed to yours for the briefest of moments before they returned to his feet. Meaning that some piece of him wanted to talk to you. Or at the very least hear what you had to say. He owed you that much. Though you weren't sure if he'd truly listen. But you had to try. You'd never forgive yourself if you didn't.

Letting out a breath you had been holding in, you reluctantly approached him, slowly but with confidence. A purpose in your step. A song in your heart. Within a few steps, he seemed to hesitate in staying put. But he did as you requested. You thanked the maker for that. However your eyes widened as you approached him. The intense guilt swallowing him up. All across his scarred skin, it was plain as day. Wrecker was drowning in his sorrow completely. Wave by wave it was eating away at him. The way you could feel it radiating off his body. It hurt you. Broke you. You wanted to reach out and pull him so tightly against you. Telling him over and over again that you were okay, you were safe!

To see someone as loud and happy as Wrecker be so swallowed up in that hurt...it wasn't fair. He didn't deserve it. None of them did! The stupid fucking Empire. You were not a violent person, but you swore right there that you'd make them pay. One day they'd get what was coming for them.

The embers of your rising anger immediately cooled as his eyes drifted up to meet yours. Tears lined his eyes, some streams leaking down his rough cheeks. You couldn't bare it anymore. Taking four steps forward you reached out to touch him as he started to do the same, but quickly flinched and pulled his arm away. Your breath hitched in your throat. Heart skipping a beat at the action. You felt your heart shatter like glass.

Oh Wrecker.

Please..no

He was so afraid to touch you.

Afraid he'd inflict physical pain on you this time.

      "Wrecker, I'm-I'm okay". You had to let him know—let him see that you alright. "I promise you I'm okay. You didn't physical hurt me. I know you'd never—

You saw him tense at those words. "But I did!". You noticed the rumble in his voice. The way in which his voice had raised in tone. How serious he was about what he had done.

You shook your head. "Rex pushed me out of the way!". You matched his tone, clenching your fist in one hand and gripping the fabric of your shirt in the other.

He shook his head furiously, "Don't lie. I did hurt you! I pointed my gun at you. I-I almost shot you!" he gestured to your body. "I could have t ki-killed you!"

     "But you didn't". You reminded him, tears well last pouring down your cheeks, running down your neck by this point "He's okay. I'm okay, Wrecker! Besides it wasn't your fault! The Empire put those invasive chips into your head! And they turned you all into their own personal slaves! They violated you and took away your choices! Made thousands of clones—your brothers commit unspeakable things! They had no right to do that!". Your voice broke at how much pain laid in your heart at what they had done. The anguish in his voice was enough to break you into two.

    "Don't you dare think for a second that you're to blame—that any of you are to blame for what happened. I won't let you! I won't watch you to that to yourself Wrecker. I will not watch the man that I love so dearly torment himself over something that is not his fault! I can't. It's too much. They took advantage of you. All of you. They took away your humanity!"

"(Y/N)-"

"No, Wrecker! They treated you like you were nothing and that is unacceptable. They treated all the clones like that. It pained me! None of you asked to be used like that. It-it's not fair. It's unjust, it's—"

His mouth was on you before you could even register what was happening. Catching you off balance momentarily before instinct took over and you proceeded to wrap your arms around his neck. Large hands grasped at your waist, pulling you closer to his armored chest. You willingly let him haul you closer as you too wanted it. One of your hands tugged at the back of his blacks and Wrecker moaned into your mouth. Causing your body to shuddered at such a noise.

Maker, if you didn't pull away he'd surely be the end of you. Not that you wouldn't have minded it. For kissing clone force 99's brute strength member was everything you had pictured and more. Something about the mixture of rich musk and gun powder crept into your senses and coiled around your veins. Sending tingles down your spine as its owners lips heated your body beyond measure.

How could kissing someone be this addicting? You had plenty of kisses before, but not a single one of them felt, tasted like this. None of them made you feel this electric. Bringing you to new heights. You could feel yourself losing touch as Wreckers hands gripped at your hips this time, making you arch into him. Pressing against him, you heard the groan from deep in his throat. That was moment you knew you had to stop. Unfortunately. You needed to tell him how you felt. Truly.

Very reluctantly you pulled back from him, disconnecting your lips from his. Scarlet quickly flooded both of his cheeks as well as yours. Two blushing messes. You couldn't help but giggle lightly.

      "W-woah that was-"

You pursed your lips together and nodded. "Yeah, it was—"

    "You said you loved me!". Wreckers eyes grew at suddenly realizing what you had said in an heated exchange. He was stunned to say the least.

     "I did—I do Wrecker".

His grip on your hips tightened, "I hurt you!".

You shook your head. "Wrecker when will you understand that it was an accident and not your fault. Watching you tear yourself apart...it hurts me. To watch someone I care about—"

     "Love". He cut you off, a small smile blooming across his face. "You love me...".

Again you nodded.

    "You love me".

You couldn't help laugh at how out of nowhere his mood had changed. It was if someone had given him a happy pill or put something in his drink, not that he was drinking anything of course. Maybe his earlier activities with Omega had started to affect him now, or perhaps she had said something to him that was now coming to the forefront of his mind.

     "HAHA YOU LOVE ME!" He cheered like a Wookie on life day. Before you could even respond, he picked you in, raising you up in the air and twirled you around like you were a child.

You vigorously nodded. Fits of laughter erupting from within you. Bringing a hand to rest on his pink dusted cheeks, "Yes, Wrecker". You exclaimed. "I love you. So much". A magnetic storm of love and protection and so much more flowed in you as you remained in his embrace, the place you never wanted to be without. From the person you never wanted to be parted from.

"I'm so sorry". He sniffled, setting you down gently. "I hurt Tech and Rex. I-I didn't mean to! And Omega I-I scared her. I saw how scared you were too".

Lifting yourself up, you took hold of his face between your palms. "Wrecker, Omega is okay. From how she hugged you earlier, I'd say she's more revealed that you're okay. She didn't want to lose any of her brothers. Rex and Tech too. Though Tech probably won't outright admit it".

Wrecker chuckled lightly, "hah yeah..I'm sorry that I avoided you". He apologized, melting under your touch and pressing a light kiss to your palm, causing you to blush.

     "I understand why you did. Just promise me next time that you won't run away. Talk to me, Wrecker. You're important to me. To all of us".

He chuckled. "Y-yeah okay. I promise". He met your eyes fully this time and that wonderful warm smile that you loved so much was back, gracing his features. "I love you, (Y/N)".

You leaned up on your tippy toes to rest your forehead up against his. Wrecker was a gentle giant with a heart of gold. At times he could be more worried about his next bag of mantel mix then when he'd get to blow something up. He had stolen your heart unexpectedly and you'd let him keep it. For as long as he wanted it. Though if said gentle giant could have it his way, then he'd keep it forever. As you were the only person for him. That was crystal clear to him as the day he fell hopelessly in love with you.

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[neyswxrld]

butterflies in your chest

Wrecker x reader

summary: Finally, you and Wrecker are able to take a long planned hike, which ends with a sweet picnic and some confessions!

warnings/vibe: established relationship, kisses, first time saying "i love you"

words: ~1770

a/n: happy bad batch eve! i just found this little oneshot and thought i could share it to calm our (my) nerves! i hope you enjoy it.

p.s.: english isn't my mother tongue, sorry for mistakes! also, i feel like my brain was a little afk during all of this. sorry for that, too!

"Blanket?"

"Check."

"Sunscreen?"

"Cheeks. And on my head. And your face."

"The food?"

"Everything in here."

"Good. Ready to go?"

"Ready when you are," Wrecker grins and holds his hand out for you to take.

Smiling, you reach forward and place your hand in his, walk up to him and stand on your tip toes, to give him a small kiss on his, still slightly creamy cheek.

You feel how his grin widens under your lips and how his hand tightens around yours for a few seconds.

"Okay, let's go," you say, and together you walk out of the door.

The weather is sunny and warm, but the slight breeze allows you to cool off a bit, protecting you from overheating.

It was a perfect day for your date.

It was planned for quite some time already. While you both were dreaming of some piece and quiet time to relax, with some snacks to share and cuddling atop a blanket, waiting for the incoming nightfall, you never actually had the time or capacities to do a picnic in the woods.

But since you've finally settled down on Pabu and everything calmed down a bit, you are finally able to do just what you've dreamed of for so long.

Even though there isn't a big forest on the island, you both are fine with going down to the beach or looking for another spectacular but comfortable place to lay out your blanket.

The walk is like a hike with an open ending, and only to be finished when you find your perfect place, so Wrecker and you are walking hand in hand through the streets and into some looser, wilder terrain. 

Even though Pabu has a high population, and you'll always find a small cottage with one or two residents, the island still provides incredible nature.

A small lake follows your path, left and right are some spectacular bushes and plants with the prettiest colors. Above and beneath you are some cliffs that contribute to the mountainous terrain and provide a place to live for many animals.

"Has Tech told you about those birds?" you ask Wrecker as you see one of the white-grayish animals gliding above your heads and entering a small opening on the cliff's side.

Wrecker looks down at you, some sweat sticking to his forehead, before he turns his head at where you're pointing at.

"Uh, bet he did, but I can't remember," he smiles sheepishly and scratches his neck, looking at you with his brown eyes.

"Do you want me to freshen up your memories?" you ask him, knowing that he hates being so forgetful.

"Of course," he nods and looks at you, ready for your incoming ramble.

Grinning, you start to tell him about the animal and some specialties about its beak that is strong enough to dig holes into stone walls. Wrecker listens carefully and asks some questions here and there, encouraging you to share the knowledge you had from his brother, mixed with some of your own research.

You even take a break for a few minutes and watch one of the birds that decided to start digging an entry with purposeful hits.

"Can't promise I'll keep all of that in my head, but you're always welcome to freshen up my memories," he exclaims, looking down at you happily.

"Oh, I will, no worries," you answer and smile back up at him, before starting to follow your path again.

The two of you walk for some more time, and you tell him different things about the various animals you can see or hear, encouraged by his excited looks, before you think you've finally found your place. 

It was the edge of a cliff again, but there were different kinds of flowers and plants, making the floor a colored but beautiful mess. You can perfectly see the ocean from here, and you'll know the sunset is going to be amazing. The place is also secluded, a little bit higher up, so no one will come and disturb you, you're sure of that.

Wrecker puts down his bag and fishes out the blanket, shaking it a little bit before putting it onto the floor, careful to place it somewhere without many flowers, as not to destroy them.

Excited, you jump onto the fabric and pull him down with you, getting at your bags to pull out the different foods you took with you.

"I'm so hungry," he rumbles, and a second later you hear his tummy do the same.

Laughing, you place a plate in his hand and start to unwrap your stuff even faster, silently agreeing with him.

You sit close to him, comfortably kneeling next to him and almost touching his legs, which he holds in a cross-legged stance.

"The hike was tiring," you say, and Wrecker nods, holding a slice of jogan fruit up to your face.

Excited, you take a bite and reach for one of them yourself to do the same with him.

"Sweet like you," Wrecker grins, his smile so genuine and pure that you believe him without a second thought.

"But not as sweet as you," you answer, playfully.

Together, you sit and eat for a while, talking, smiling, laughing. Enjoying the view, the food and the company. The sun is shining down on the two of you, warming you up, and almost reflects the happiness you feel at the moment.

When it starts to wander closer and closer to the edge where the ocean kisses the sky, the evening lightning turns darker, golden, red.

The clouds and the sky play a game of red, blue and orange, leaving you two in awe. It isn't the first sunset you've witnessed here on Pabu, but it is by far one of the most mesmerizing ones. Especially since Wrecker is sitting next to you, adding to the beauty of the moment.

You share some sweet kisses and touches, holding each other tightly. You never wanted to go back home again, if you would be able to stay here with him.

Even as the sun swaps with the moon, the sky turns dark, and the stars start to shine bright, you keep on holding each other.

You look at him from the side, observing how his features are illuminated by the silver light. His scar, the crook of his nose, his lips that are pulled up into a small, relaxed smirk, like so often when he's with you.

You could stare at him for hours, not ever getting enough of him.

His big hands affectionately glide over your back, and he draws small patterns with the tip of his fingers. Your thumb, lying on his stomach, does the same.

Suddenly overwhelmed with a few feelings, you snuggle up a little bit more, pressing yourself closer to him.

Shortly, he turns his head over, to look at you, before tugging you right into to his side.

Your chest feels weird, but not in a bad way. It is warm, almost hot, and you feel like there are thousands of little bugs walking in your chest. It tingles, and you wonder again, how so often, if those are the butterflies everyone is talking about. But instead of having them in your belly, they are in your chest.

While you keep looking at him, you enjoy the easy silence that settled between you.  You're only able to hear the sounds of the sea, some birds in the distance, and his even, deep breaths.

The atmosphere is relaxed, balanced. Just right. Like always, when you're with him.

And at this moment, where you lay next to each other, and you're getting lost in his presence, you decide that now is the time.

None of you said it before, being quite too shy or not ready yet.

But at this moment, you know you're ready. You want him to know how you feel. Even if he's not able to say it yet.

You want him to know.

You take all of your courage together, take a deep breath and say his name.

"Wrecker," you whisper into his ear, feeling how your heartbeat quickens and how your fingers start to tingle.

"Yeah?" he asks and turns his head slightly so he can look at you.

The moon illustrates his facial features, make them shine and glow in the right ankles, and underlines his beauty once more. His brown eyes shine with so much kindness and love. They're almost sparkling, and for a second, you lose yourself in them.

Your chest tightens a bit, but still not in a bad way. It feels like your heart skips a beat, and you suddenly feel warm all over your face. You're nervous, but at the same time, you realize again, just how happy you are and how much you want these three words to come out of your mouth.

You take a deep breath, try to calm your nerves a little bit and finally say those words for the first time.

"I love you," you smile and give him a light kiss on the cheek, just beneath his eye.

You know he won't react badly to your words, but you still can't look into his eyes for a second. So you decide for another kiss.

You feel how a grin spreads on his lips. Not able to control them, you feel how yours turn upwards, too.

Your hands are almost shaking because of all the tingling, but you feel how some of the tension you didn't know you were holding leaves your body.

You feel good.

"Hey, Cyare," he whispers, as soon as you separate and are able to look into his eyes again. His arms tighten around your body, and you're pressed closer to him once more. Not that you're complaining.

"What?" you ask back, paralleling his words from just a few seconds ago.

"I love you," he now fully grins, repeating your words, and presses his rough but gentle lips against your temple.

He pulls you close on top of his chest and turns onto his back at the same time, so you're laying on top of him now, able to see his face.

Grinning, he comes closer and repeats his kisses again and again, spreading them all over your face.

Giggling, you gently lay your hand on his jaw, feeling the light stubble beneath your fingertips and moving your thumb over it in a rhythmic movement.

You feel light, happy. Your smile is almost as big as your face.

"I love you," you whisper again, barely able to hear it yourself.

"I love you," Wrecker mimics.

Your lips touch.

You feel warm and comfortable. Loved.

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[voidofthemoon]

Sinful Morning, Passionate Afternoon

Wrecker x Reader

18+

Length: Medium

Warnings: waking up with oral (male recieving), kinda sleepy sex, P in V, established relationship, established acceptance of sleepy fucks and waking up in this manner

You hadn't meant to wake up as needy as you did, but before you even really had a moment to really sit and clear your mind of the sleepy fog... you found yourself under the sheets and between his thick thighs.

You peeked out of the blanket, seeing your loving commando stirring a bit, groggily rubbing at an eye but still mostly asleep. You called to him softly then returned back below.

Your hands trailed up from his knees, delicately over his thighs and gripped softly there. Steadying yourself in your position. His body had been left bare from your adventures last night within these very same sheets.

Hidden from the slivers of sunlight by the blankets, your lips scrawled soft kisses up the inside of his left thigh. You delighted in his soft murmur and how his legs parted just a little more for you. Smiling softly, you let out a soft yawn as your lips travelled across his muscles and before long reached the end of their journey.

Your tongue dragged across the underside of his piece, all the way up until you reach the end of him. There you pressed a chaste kiss to the tip.

"Wreeeeeckerrrr~" You called out in a sing-song tone.

He grumbled in return, waking up at your call

"Time to wake up" you whispered peppering kisses back down his length.

Wrecker panted heavily as he stared down at you, already so riled up and proud from your attention. His gaze flitted across your form, your state then his brain caught up...

You could, not only hear, but feel his breath coming out in small pants as you continued lavishing him in kisses and licks.

Suddenly the blankets tore away and you shied away at the light now beaming into your face.

"Cyar'ika" he chuckled between pants "What are you hiding under the blankets for?"

You peeked back up at him and followed his single finger gesture to come closer. Abandoning your blissful victim and leaning over his torso, you pressed a kiss to his lips.

"Good morning" You whispered cheekily as his arms enveloped you

"'d mornin' to you too" he mumbled with a gentle smile "Still worked up?"

You hummed and shrugged softly

"Re-worked up..." you trailed a hand down his chest "How do you expect to keep to myself when you're right here next to me...?"

His body rumbled with a barely contained laugh that definitely would have woken up his brothers. Grin on his face, and a glimmer to his eyes, Wrecker pulled you in for another kiss.

"Well since you're all dressed for the occassion..." his breath fanned across your lips as he spoke.

Large hands trailed down your back, across your sides and settled low upon your body - one on your hip, while the other on your bare bottom.

You whined softly as his lips glided across your skin, leaving open mouthed searing kisses in a trail from your lips to your neck. His touch ellicitating more heat to pool in the pit of your being where it was already a ablaze and threatening to overcome you.

"I want to take care of you" You urged softly, already feeling yourself losing your will to deny what height his sinful touch always brought you to.

Wrecker's chest rumbled softly, voice tickling your skin as he sucked a dark hickey upon that devastating location that he knew would turn you to goo.

"Alright..." came the panted reply as he pulled back.

"Sorry" he mumbled as his lips covered your own, stealing what was left of the breath on your lips. Pulling a moan deep from your throat.

His strong hands moved across your form and held out to you. An offer to help you get settled upon his lap. And you quickly accepted with your own shakey hands. His grip was secure as you straddled his hips formally and began to settle.

But just as you began to sink, his leg moved, sweeping your left leg out and prying you further open. Your body quickly followed and you took him in in an easy, but breath-stealing, slide.

And that...is where your ride began. Where your absolutely sinfully, delicious morning morphed into a passionate early afternoon.

Dividers by @benkeibear

#star wars #the void has written #thots of the void #the bad batch #wrecker x reader #bad batch wrecker x Reader #tbb wrecker x reader #wrecker x female reader #bad batch wrecker x female reader #tbb wrecker x female reader #thevoidofthemoon #the clone wars

[danceswithsporks]

Calm-Part 9 (Finale)

Wrecker x Seamstress!reader

Parts 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8

Chapter Notes: many new adventures await our lovers.

Authors notes: Here we are! The final part to Calm. This won’t be the last time we see Wrecker, Tech, Chai and Stitches. There’s still so much we haven’t learned about our friends yet! Thank you all of you for being by my side as we tell these stories. I never expected to fall into the bad batch fandom but as a clone wars girly I had to give them a shot and now they’re my loves.

The next part of the Complete Series will be Awake A Crosshair X Innkeeper (Doll)!reader fic!

Crosshair has seen both sides of the board when it comes to finding his place in a changing galaxy. Now that he knows the truth and is a free man, will he be able to adjust? Or will he need the guiding light of an innkeeper?

If you don’t want to be in the Taglist for Crosshairs story please let me know so I can remove you! If not then I’ll see you all there when it premiers in roughly a month!

Chaos, your house was utter chaos right now. You’d somehow been talked into hosting the engagement party for Tech and Chai and thus your house, courtyard, and even your shop, were packed to the brim. The newly engaged couple was around here somewhere no doubt being harassed by countless well-wishers. You were happy for them, they were taking the next big step in their relationship. A really big step in all honesty. Tech had been home for six months now and had changed, they all had. No more were these rigid and fierce clones on the run. No, now they were just men trying to get by in the galaxy like everyone else. Well, kind of.

Hunter, Crosshair, and Echo still went out on missions but they were now infrequent and only if painfully necessary. Other than that they were slowly finding their place here in Pabu. Doll would never openly admit it, but she and Crosshair were in some kind of odd relationship where they were together but also not together. She’d confided in you about the situation one evening while you were dropping off their dinners. Mentioned how it had started as a stress relief for him but was slowly turning into something more. You had no advice to give her besides “follow your heart” it was the best you could do.

Echo had taken up a position at the school as the history of the galaxy professor. He was the least active of the three because of this. You’d asked him one night why he’d chosen that job out of all the jobs he could have taken on Pabu. He’d replied that he wanted to tell the tales of those now gone and make sure that people didn’t forget the past. Whatever the reason, he seemed happy. However, you could tell something weighed on his mind some nights when he’d come over for dinner or to tutor Omega. But he never seemed to share what it was.

Hunter seemed to be the most active of the three of them, struggling to settle while the others had found a new purpose. Almost monthly he was leaving for some kind of mission. Rex being the one to dole out the missions. Hunter would travel back to Ord Mantel and the tea shop there before leaving on whatever the mission was. From what he’d shared with the group, his main job was helping to locate higher-ranked clones who were still missing after the fall of the Jedi.

“Fox” he’d told you one night while Wrecker, Hunter, and yourself were sitting in your courtyard. “He’s the Husband to the Senator who helped us find Omega. We owe it to her to find out what happened to him.”

It had warmed your heart to know that he was determined to thank this woman in whatever way possible. That her help would hopefully be repaid one day. Hunter had told you that it had been close to two years since Riyo had seen or heard from her husband and it had made your heart hurt for her. You could barely survive two days without seeing Wrecker. Going years without seeing him or knowing if he was ok would be torture.

“Credit for your thoughts?” A warm and loving voice pulled you from your thoughts and back to the party happening.

When had you walked out into the courtyard? When had you placed your wine down on the courtyard wall? “Just thinking about these last few months. How lucky Chai and Tech are. How lucky we all are.”

Wrecker smiled while placing his beer down next to your wine. “We are lucky, aren’t we? Got a safe place to call home. Omega is safe and happy. We’re all together and most importantly, we have people who love and care for us.” Reaching up, he ran his thumb across your bottom lip gently. You kissed the pad of the digit making him hum softly. “Come on, let’s make a break for it.”

“Break for what?” You laughed softly while watching the elderly ladies from your shop reprimand some of the kids who were running through the crowd of people. Shaking your head at them, you looked back to your beloved clone.

His thumb traveled from your lip to gliding across your cheekbone before he held your face gently in his large palm. “ Break for the Marauder. Tonight’s the night, Sarad.”

It took you a moment to understand what he was referencing. What was tonight? Then it hit you, the nebula. Tech had located one a few systems over from yours and Wrecker was instantly intrigued. “W-why tonight?” You weren’t ready, you were barely flying the Marauder here in the atmosphere. Now he wanted to take you fully off planet and through hyperspace?

“Tonight’s a night of celebrations. Why not have our own private celebration and finally get you off this rock?” A light sigh came from the large clone as he knelt in front of you. “I’ll never force you to go, but know that I wouldn’t ask this if I didn’t think you were ready.” He looked at your perfect eyes carefully. “I want to show you something wonderful. Will you let me?”

-*-

“W-Wrecker, I can’t do this.” You stared at the vast emptiness of space waiting for you just outside the atmosphere of the planet. The Marauder was currently idling as Wrecker passed the controls to you.

“Yes, you can. You are the most amazing person I’ve ever met. You’ve helped me conquer my fears. I know you can conquer yours.” He reached over and placed his hand on top of yours while it squeezed the yoke.

You looked at that brown-eyed clone with fear coursing through your veins faster than you thought possible. “What if something happens? What if …”

Wrecker released your hand and pulled your face into his hands. “What if the stars fall from the sky and your teeth fall out? Nothing is known for sure besides three things.”

“What’s that?” You watched as that adorable smirk of his made an appearance.

He pulled one of his hands away and held up a finger as he named off his list. “One, this is one of the fastest ships in the galaxy. Techs outfitted her with the best parts credits can buy. If anything happens we will escape. Two, if they somehow catch us then I will defend you and keep you safe until my dying breath.”

A shuddered breath left you as you listened to him. “Three?”

Wrecker leaned in and kissed you deeply and fiercely. “I’ll tell ya when we get to the nebula.”

“What?” He was going to keep that from you and use it as a bribe to get you there? Damn, he must have learned that from Tech. Swallowing the large lump in your throat, you looked back out of the window and towards the waiting darkness of space.

“Get us to the nebula and I’ll tell you the third thing, Sarad.” He stood from his chair and walked around behind yours.

Large hands reached down and found purchase on your shoulders giving you the courage you suddenly needed. You could do this, you were brave. How many times have you circled the planet within the atmosphere? How often had you dreamed about seeing the stars up close like this again? Going to different planets and seeing a nebula in person? You adjusted your grip on the yoke once more before taking a deep breath and pushing forward. The Marauder shot like blaster fire through the clouds and atmosphere before finally breaking through into the vastness of space.

A shaky breath left you as you stared at the endless star-filled void before you. You’d done it. You were in space for the first time in nearly a decade. Shaky hands released the yoke as you slowly stood and turned to face your lover. He was beaming with pride for you and before you could speak, he pulled you into his arms and kissed you. His kisses always made things so much better. Were you terrified? Stars, yes. But in his arms everything was ten times better. You were safe in space with the man you adored.

“I’m so proud of you, Sarad. So. Incredibly. Proud.” Each word was accompanied by a fierce kiss. He wasn’t sure of any other way to share how proud of you he was besides kissing you. You, his perfect wonderfully brave riduur. He savored the lingering taste of wine on your lips as he kissed you once more for far longer than he probably should have. The two of you released each other's lips and took in much-needed oxygen. “Come on, my beautiful girl. Let’s get you to that nebula.”

Oh, how your knees went weak whenever he called you his girl. He pulled away from you and with a smirk that you knew far too well, he started to undo his pants. “And what may I ask, are you doing?”

Wrecker winked at you and pulled down his pants revealing his rock-hard erection. He moved around you and took a seat in the pilot's chair before patting his bare thigh. “Come on, pretty girl. Let me take you to your nebula in style.”

Like you’d say no to an offer like that. Grinning, you reached beneath your skirt and pulled off your panties in one swift movement before passing them to Wrecker. The thick clone took the offered garment and placed it to his face where he inhaled deeply, his eyes fluttering at the scent on them. You wondered why he liked the smell of your panties so much but what usually came next drew your attention away from the question every single time. “Mmm, my favorite seat.” Walking over to his lap, you straddled him and smirked. “Sure you can focus on flying while screwing my brains out?” You asked while raising one of your hands to your mouth.

Wrecker watched as you licked one of your hands in a way that had him groaning. You’d done this before and it had made his head swim. The saliva-covered appendage was lowered to his aching cock and wrapped around firmly. “That’s …kriff. That’s what the autopilot is for, riduur.” You’d be in hyperspace for approximately three hours. More than enough time for him to fuck you in here and on one of the bunks. Your hand moved up and down a few times, lathering his cock before you pulled it away and impaled yourself on him. “Kriff, there’s that right little cunt I love so much.”

“Mmmph, here I thought you loved me for me. Not just my cunt.” You sat comfortably with him inside of you for a few moments, taking in his size and wondering if you’d ever tire of this full feeling. Probably not and if you did well it would be clear something was wrong with you.

Wrecker buried his face into the nape of your neck and sucked the skin gently. “Don’t worry, I love you for both.” Turning the chair to face the yoke, Wrecker gripped your hips and lifted you up and nearly off of him. Then he released you letting your body slam down onto him while he released the most sinful deep groan possible. Damn, he needed to focus on flying but you just felt too damn good. “Do me a favor and entertain yourself while I get us to jump?”

You panted needily before nodding. “Ok.” You placed your hands on his shoulders and lifted yourself almost off of him before sliding slowly back down his impressively thick length. It burned and stretched you in all the right ways and you moaned loudly making him chuckle.

He kept one hand on the yoke and the other on your ass guiding your body up and down.“Good girl.”

-*-

Thick fingers stroked your bare back while you lay against Wrecker's bare chest. Your body was tired after the long hours of sex and thus you had no energy to even get up and get dressed. His soft being cock was still buried inside of you from where you’d ended back up again. In his lap and the pilot's seat. After you’d made the jump to hyperspace he’d proceeded to impale you repeatedly on him before lifting you and carrying you towards the bunks in the back. There he’d screwed you into his bunk so perfectly your head had been spinning. You’d cum a second time around him after he’d pressed you against the ladder leading up to Omega's old room and screwed you hard enough to leave some marks on your back. As you came down from your orgasm he’d whispered how thankful he was that Tech kept the medkit properly stocked before leaving you to grab some bacta spray for your back. The third round had you starting in his bunk and finally ending in the pilot's seat once more. Your body was tired and hunger was growing in your stomach, but stars were you satisfied.

“Sarad, we’re about to drop out. Wanna get dressed?” He looked down at you and stroked your cheek gently. Maker, you were beautiful in his lap. How he ever got lucky enough to have you in his life was beyond him. If he could go back in time and tell a young cadet that he would have a woman as magnificent as you in his life one day. Well…he probably would have called himself crazy.

Stars, he was so damn warm! You nuzzled against the warmth he offered and shook your head. “Too comfy.” You could easily fall asleep like this. These strong arms holding you close while a hand stroked your skin giving you goosebumps. This was bliss. Wrecker chuckled deeply, making that broad chest of his vibrate.

He wasn’t going to argue with you about this in the slightest. “Okay, Close your eyes?” He raised his hand to your eyes and gently swiped down, closing your eyelids for you. “I want ya to see it in its entirety for the first time. Not while we pull up to it.”

You smiled softly and nodded while feeling him adjust his arms to steer the ship toward the nebula. It didn’t take too long for you to feel the ship stop, excitement now building within you. Finally, after months of hearing about the beauty of a nebula you were about to see it. Wrecker stood with you securely in his arms before you felt him lift you slightly allowing his softened dick to fall out of you. You shivered at the odd sensation before you heard him tell you to place your feet down. Doing as you were told, you felt his arms leave your body.

The large clone took a few steps away from you to give you a moment and then took a deep breath. “Ok. Open your eyes.”

Opening your eyes to the sight of the nebula was like waking up in a new universe. It was beautiful, no, it was breathtaking. The nebula appeared like a delicate celestial painting, swirling clouds of gas and dust dancing gracefully against the backdrop of space. Its colors, ranging from vibrant hues of red and blue to subtle shades of pink and purple, mesmerized you. In that moment, you felt a connection to the universe, as if you were witnessing the birthplace of stars and planets firsthand. It was a breathtaking experience that left you humbled by the sheer beauty and magnitude of the universe.

“Oh, Wrecker. It’s amazi-“You’d turned to look at your lover and found him staring at you in a way you’d never seen before. “What?” You ran a hand through your messy hair. “Does my hair look weird?”

Wrecker closed the space between the two of you and wrapped his arms around you once more. Never had you looked so beautiful to him. Not in the first time you’d been naked in front of him, not in the afterglow of your orgasm, not even when you told him you loved him. Don’t get him wrong, you were beautiful in each of those moments. But right now with your nude body being bathed in the blue glow of the nebula, you looked beautifully ethereal and all he wanted to do was hold you. “You look perfect, riduur.” Leaning down, he kissed you deeply.

“Thank you, Riduur. This is … well it’s breathtaking. I can’t describe it with any other words.” You now understood why he always said nebulas were beautiful. Though, you still couldn’t see how you were more beautiful than the sight outside the ship. Now, that was the most beautiful sight in existence.

Riduur coming from your lips always sent a chill down his spine. You were calling him your partner, your spouse in the language of the clones, his language. A language that you were trying to learn for him. How amazing could you get? “Sarad, you should know something.”

“Is it point number three?” You smiled at the serious look on his face making him smile back. “You told me you’d tell me when we got here.”

You were right. He had told you that hadn’t he? Maybe he could kill two birds with one stone. “Point number three is that I am undeniably and insanely in love with you. I can’t see my life without you in it. You mean everything to me. You are brave and strong and more beautiful than that nebula outside. I adore you, Stitches and I need you by my side forever.”

Your bottom lip trembled as he confessed his undying love to you. Yes, he’d told you he loved you countless times before but this. Stars, this was so much more intense. “Oh, Wrecker. I love you so much too. I never want you to leave my side.”

Wrecker took a deep breath before speaking. “Mesh’la, I haven’t been honest with you about what Riduur stands for.”

“It means partner or spouse. I know already, my love.” You tapped your nails against his chest as he continued to hold you close. “Omega told me the same night we went to the waterfall the first time.”

But that was months ago, nearly a year now and you hadn’t said anything? “You’re not mad?”

Your head shook quickly “How could I be mad when I feel the same way?”

“You do?” Wrecker felt something inside of him well up. You were ok with being called his riduur. You saw yourself as his wife! He watched you bite your bottom swollen lip and nod quickly. “T-then … will you marry me?”

Tears burned your eyes as you nodded and cried in happiness. “ Of course! How could I say no?” He picked you up and spun the two of you in happy delight making you gasp and wrap your arms around his neck.

“I don’t have a ring. B-but I’ll get you one. Any style you want! We can head to Ord Mantel right now.” He wanted to jump into the pilot seat and fly straight to the planet right now. But he also didn’t want to let you go. No, he wanted to hold you forever and ever.

Your laugh filled the air as you wiped tears away from your eyes. “Wrecker, there’s no rush. We’ll get one when we get one.” Plus it would be less attention on you two right now when everyone was celebrating Chai and Tech.

“Are you sure? We can go right now and be there in less than six hours.” You had more than enough fuel to make it and you two could stay at the tea shop. You nodded to him, making him hum in thought. “Ok. But as soon as we get the chance. I’m getting you the most beautiful ring in existence.”

“You could get me a piece of twine and I’d wear it with pride.” He chuckled against your lips before he pressed his against yours in a passionate kiss. “I don’t need a ring for you to show how much you love me, Wrecker. I just need you by my side.”

“I can do that, riduur.” He whispered while lowering the two of you to the floor, his cock hard once more. “I can do that.”

-*-

“Look at that ring! It’s gorgeous!” Chai held your hand up for Doll to see.

The three of you were currently in your shop designing Chai’s wedding dress. They were planning the ceremony in such a short amount of time you worried slightly if it would be finished in time. Four months wasn’t long when it came to designing and sewing a dress. But with Magda and Sue by your side, you may just be able to finish it in time. You blushed as you held the ring up for both women to see. “It’s black opal. Wrecker had Tech help him pick it out because it reminded him of our nebula.”

“How romantic.” Doll sat with a bolt of silk fabric in her lap, her fingers gently stroking the cool material. “It looks like a little tiara on your finger.”

“You’d know all about tiaras wouldn’t you, Miss Pabu, three years running.” Doll was gorgeous and she knew it, as did everyone else. It wasn’t a surprise that she won the island pageant every year.

“Think I’ll be hanging my tiara up this year. Give some of the other girls a chance.” She sighed softly as she stared at your wring. The metal was black for your band and went into a diamond shape that made it look like the top of a tiara with the black opal in the center. Little stones cradled the metal drawing the eye towards the hypnotic trance of the stone. “I can’t believe he flew you to a nebula to ask you to marry him.” It was just all so romantic. You with your Prince Charming and Chai with her knight in shining armor. She wanted that to be her, but Crosshair was a stubborn ass who wouldn’t let her in.

“I can’t believe Tech hung from the side of the island with Chai to propose. Think that has mine and Wrecker beat by a long shot.” You watched the way Doll became lost in her thoughts. It seemed whatever situationship she and Crosshair were in was currently not doing great. She hadn’t told you much but from the way she was sighing and staring off into space, you could tell it wasn’t good. You’d ask her about it but she’d seemed adamant about Chai not knowing yet. The poor girl would be too excited for something that wasn’t even a full relationship yet. Shaking your head, you looked back to Chai who was standing in the mirror looking at herself. “With these gorgeous shoes from Ahsoka’s friend as a starting point to design the dress around, I don’t see us having any issues deciding on a style.” You motioned to the shoes sitting in their box still. “You’ll have to send her a thank you note. Couldn’t have been cheap to ship from Naboo.”

The tea shop owner nodded as she turned and eyed her body carefully. What style should she go for?“From what Ahsoka told me, her friend died a while ago but the person handling her assets was positive she’d want another bride to wear them for her wedding.” Chai stared at the gorgeous heels with flowers embossed on the gold material. “Apparently her wedding was at a lake. I asked if she wanted them returned but Ahsoka said to keep them.” It was far too kind for shoes that looked more expensive than she’d ever spend on shoes. But the lovely gift would be a treasured moment in their ceremony.

“Oh, how sad.” You made a mental note to make sure the expensive shoes were properly cared for. “Did the husband not want her things around?” The memory of when you’d tried to throw all your parent's stuff away after their death came back to you. The sight of your dad's jacket or your mom's scarf would hurt too much to see them around. You were glad that Phee had stopped you from discarding the items.

Chai turned and sat on the stool she’d been standing on. “Apparently he died around the same time. Super tragic. But from what Ahsoka told me, she’d never seen two people more in love.” That was all the mysterious Jedi would share about the owner of the shoes and her life. Chai hadn’t felt the need to push the topic.

“Oh, how heartbreakingly tragic!” Doll leaned back in the chair. “I hope they’re with one another now. Happy and still in love.”

You hoped that Doll wasn’t about to cry on that silk. It was from Naboo and worth a good chunk of credits. Your oldest friend was a hopeless romantic when it came down to it. With others, she acted as though she didn’t care but romance novels and movies were her guilty pleasure. “That’s all any of us really want. Isn't it?” You gave your friend a reassuring smile before tapping at your datapad. “What about something with puffed sleeves?”

Chai made a face at you making all of you laugh brightly. It had been a while since all three of you had been together like this. You’d missed it. “Ok, ok. How about…” you tapped at the screen a few times. “Something like this?”

“Oh, Stitches. It’s perfect.” Chai walked over and stared at the design on your screen. Yes, that was her dress.

-*-

You couldn’t believe what you were seeing. It seemed Doll and Crosshair had made up just in time for the wedding as he was currently leading her towards the side of the Archium. You nudged Wrecker and pointed towards the two. “Would you look at that? Looks like Crosshair is settling in.”

“That’s my brother! Always good with the ladies.” He placed a hand on your shoulder with a proud smirk. “She’s gonna be good for him, right?”

“Yeah. She’s sweet and has a wart of gold. Only thing I worry about is the romantic notions she has. She can fall kinda easily for someone.” The poor girl had just gotten over a crappy relationship right before Crosshair and the others had returned to the island.

“Cross is still recovering … but I think he’ll take care of her.” He stroked his chin in thought. “Don’t worry, if he hurts her, I’ll hurt him.” Though he doubted it would ever come to that.

“Sounds good.” A noise on the opposite side of you caught your attention making you look towards the source. You watched as Chai and Tech tried to make their secret exit from the party. Her dress had come out beautifully and was perfectly paired with the golden heels she’d been gifted. The pressed flowers between the layers of her dress had come out exactly as you’d hoped. It had been touch and go for a while but you’d somehow pulled it off. “I don’t think they’re being as secretive about leaving as they think they are. You chuckled softly to your fiancé next to you.

Wrecker watched as Chai made a gesture to her brother begging him for silence as they made their way out of the Archium courtyard. “Not even a little.” He looked down at you and smiled while brushing some of your hair over your shoulder. “So what’d ya think? Wanna have a big wedding like this?”

A laugh left you as you shook your head. “Not in the slightest. Far too many people and far too chaotic.” You placed a hand on his bicep and stroked it lovingly. “Just me, you, and Shep to officiate. Plus the rest of our little family. But that’s it. We don’t need the entire island there.”

“Sounds good to me. Means we don’t need a big party and I can have you all to myself.” He leaned down and kissed you gently. “We’ll still have cake, right?”

“Of course.” You winked at him before stepping over to Omega and shaking her awake gently. “Can’t deny this one her cake.” The child had eaten herself into a sugar coma and was currently nuzzled under the large tree in the courtyard. “Come on, ‘Mega. Time for bed.”

Omega yawned while stretching her arms over her head. “But I’m not tired.” The plate of half-eaten sweets and treats fell to the side as she adjusted. “What about the party?”

“You’ve been sleeping the last thirty minutes!” Wrecker joked while reaching down to pick up his sister. “Tech and Chai left already. Time for bed.”

“But I didn’t get to say goodbye,” Omega whined while climbing into Wrecker’s arms. Her body felt so tired and her head kind of hurt.

“We’ll see them in a few days.” Smiling, you picked up her plate and walked it over to a nearby trash while Wrecker followed you.

“Will they have babies next?” She kicked her feet lazily from Wrecker's shoulder.

You froze and looked at her. “Well … I don’t know. Maybe. That’s kind of a discussion for them to have.”

“Oh,” Omega thought silently to herself for a moment before speaking again. “Are you and Wrecker going to have babies?”

“I … we …” you stumbled over your words as you tried to find the right words. Quickly, you looked at your lover for help.

“That’s one of those adult conversations that Tech was telling ya about.” Wrecker adjusted the girl on his shoulder.

Omega chewed her lip in thought for a few minutes. From the way you were acting, it seemed like it had been an uncomfortable question. “Will you, please?” She was so tired that the question had just slipped from her lips.

The three of you had started walking towards the house when she made her request. “Omega?” You stopped and looked up at her. “Why do you want us to have babies so badly?"

Wrecker lowered the sleepy girl to the ground before taking his place next to you and kneeling. Omega shifted a few times before finally laying her heart out to you both. “When I found out that Emerie was a clone it was like something changed inside me. I had a sister. A blood sister. But then Hemlock killed her to punish me and it… hurt a lot.” She toed the cobblestone a few times. “I want family members my size, my age. I miss seeing the babies and kids around Kamino.”

“Having babies the natural way is … well it’s difficult, sweetie.” There was a lot to it and honestly, you weren’t sure the clones could even reproduce. Wrecker had told you that he’d been told that clones were unable to reproduce. But he’d also been told there were no female clones and right now you were both staring at the truth. “For now, let’s just enjoy being our own little family, like we have been, yeah?”

Omega nodded while wiping a few tears away. You reached over and took one of her hands while Wrecker took the other and continued your walk home. After a few minutes, she spoke once more. “What does fertile mean?”

Once again you froze midstep. What the hell was in that cake that she was asking these types of questions? You turned and looked at the blonde with a tinge of concern in your eyes. “W-why do you want to know that? Did someone say that to you?”

“Nala Se and one of the other Kaminoans were talking about the reproductive capabilities of the clones. Nala Se they were told something about being infertile but were actually very fertile. What does that mean?” Omega watched as some kind of look crossed your face. Shock? Confusion? Surprise? It was hard to tell.

Wrecker felt like his knees were going to give out. Fertile. If Tech said that infertile meant unable to reproduce then fertile was the opposite and she said that they were very fertile. Which meant that they could have kids. Kids, he could have kids. The two of you needed to talk ASAP. But what did he say? Was he supposed to tell her the truth? Raising kids was hard. “W-well you see. It means … “

“It means they’re great at farming. Why do you think Cut and his family are doing so great?” The ease at which that fell out of your mouth was slightly concerning. But you’d question that later. Right now, Wrecker was giving you a smirk that was making your heart skip. Kids, you two could have kids. “Come on, let’s get you home.”

-*-

“So … guess we should talk about tonight’s revelation. Huh?” You sat on the edge of your bed in your nightgown with your feet swaying.

Wrecker nodded as he pulled his shirt over his head. “Guess so.” All he’d been thinking about since that moment an hour ago was you carrying his child. The idea of your stomach swollen and full because of him had unlocked something within him. Wrecker stepped over to you with just his pants on. Kneeling in front of you, he took your hands in his. “I know what I’m thinking and how I feel. What about you?”

You blinked a few times trying to keep yourself calm. “I … like the idea of us having a child someday. I’ve always liked that idea. I just … didn’t think that was a possibility for us.” Your eyes stung as you began to fight back tears. “B-but now we can. Now we have that chance.” A few tears ran down your cheek. You sincerely hoped he felt the same way. “What do you think?”

“I think you’ll look amazing carrying our child.” He whispered before leaning into you and kissing you deeply. His hand wrapped around the back of your head and kept you close while he felt the wetness of your tears run against his lips. “You’ll be beautiful and I’ll care for you, Omega, and our baby in every way possible.”

“You sure I won’t disgust you with my swollen ankles and morning sickness?” Sweetly, you ran your nose against his while leaning back into the bed.

Wrecker laughed brightly while crawling over you and caging you beneath his body. “I’ll find you the sexiest woman in the universe.” He bent down and kissed above your breast. “I’ll get you whatever weird cravings you want. I’ll sleep with the house like a frozen tundra or like the sands of Tatooine.” He kissed above the other one while moving towards your shoulder where the thin black strap of silk material held the dress up. “If you want the house to smell like fish then so be it. If you want us to stop eating Mantel mix because the smell makes you sick then we will. Whatever you desire, I will do it.”

His lips pressed against the crook of your neck while his sweet words danced in your ears making you sigh in need. “All I’ll need is you by my side, riduur.”

“I’ll be there for you. Always. Either inside or beside you, my nebula.” Rough lips pressed to your jaw before finally finding your lips once more. He raised his calloused fingers to your thigh and slowly pushed the material up, pleased to find you’d forgone panties. “You’re missing something, Sarad.”

His thick fingers pressed into your thigh pulling a small moan from your lips. “I thought we could practice some more.”

A deep dark chuckle left the clone as he pulled away from your lips and leaned back to stare at your needy body. Your legs were spread open with the dress pushed up around your waist and your heat glistened in the light for him. “Kriff, I’ll never get over how delicious you look, Mesh’la.” He moved to the edge of the bed and pulled you with him, making you squeak. “We’ll practice as much as you want. Not in any rush to share ya just yet.”

You prepared to comment back to him but instead found your words replaced by a long moan. Wrecker had flicked his tongue right over your sensitive bud and was quickly turning you into a puddle. “P-practice time?” He growled an ‘mhmm’ from between your legs sending a vibration through your body. Kriff, how were you supposed to be quiet when he moved his tongue like that?

“That’s right, be a good girl and be quiet. Don’t want ‘Mega hearing us.” He smirked up at you from his happy place between your legs, watching as you bit your lip in need. Sure, making you scream while forcing you to be quiet was mean but you were so damn pretty when you fought your voice. “Don’t want her to hear us farming in here.” Wrecker gave you a teasing smirk.

“Ugh, I panicked.” You laid your arm over your eyes and sighed as Wrecker's breath ghosted your core. “I will admit, you’re pretty kriffing amazing at f-farming.” His tongue swirled around your pearl and you were instantly a moaning mess.

The large clone chuckled before he gripped your thigh and squeezed it. “We’ve been farming a lot lately. Lots of practice.” He moved his free hand below his chin and ran a thick digit across your opening. Your cute whine beneath him made his hips roll against the edge of your bed. His cock was getting too hard in these pants, he needed to take them off. “Be a good girl and play with yourself while I get undressed.”

You watched him stand and slowly begin to unbutton his pants. Reaching between your legs, you slowly rubbed your clit. It wasn’t as good as his tongue, you’d found that nothing could be as good as his tongue. But it was doing enough to keep you stimulated and in need of him. “Wrecker” you gasped softly while rolling your hips against your hand, your speed picking up. “Need you. Now. Please.”

He growled while watching your fingers dance across your core. “Such a good girl.” Came as a whisper from him as he lowered his pants and stepped out of them. He watched as your fingers slid closer to your opening and quickly, his large hand reached out and grabbed yours while tutting at you. “That’s my job, sarad. Ya that needy that you forgot?”

A long whine left you as you took in the hard member between his legs. Screw his mouth and fingers! You wanted him . Sitting on the edge of the bed, you reached out and wrapped your hand around his cock while using your other hand to beckon him closer. Wrecker happily moved closer to you and let out a long sigh as your hand started to pump him slowly.

“Eager, ain’t ya?” He rocked his hips into your hand, helping you pump him.

“Need you filling me up.” Knowing that you could have kids with him was making you so unbelievably needy for him to screw you.

Wrecker let you work on his cock while bending down to kiss you. “My sweet nebula, are you asking me to breed you?” A sentence he never thought he’d say.

Was that what this was? A desire to be bred and swollen with his seed? Stars, you never thought your life would get to this point but you had to admit you loved the idea. “Yes! Please, breed me Wrecker.” His hips stopped moving and instead, you were pushed back onto the bed.

You were so damn hot when you begged for him like this. Like hell was he going to say no. “Get on all fours, sarad. Gonna screw ya good and hard.”

You moved so fast that you would have thought your life depended on it. His strong hands wrapped around your waist and held you firm. The strong demanding feeling of his hands on your body was so mind-numbingly amazing feeling you could easily get lost in it. The tip of him was rubbed against your folds gathering the wetness from his mouth and your need to help ease him entering you. You shuddered at the feeling as he lined up with your entrance before carefully and slowly pressing into you. A long hiss left you as you felt the telltale pressure of him inside of you. He filled you perfectly in all the right ways. Your lover shifted before pulling away and thrusting into you once, twice, and three times. You were a howling mess instantly. “Yes, Wrecker!”

Wrecker watched you fall onto your elbows and bury your face into one of the pillows, no doubt trying to muffle your cries of pleasure. He hummed at the delicious sight of you bent over in front of him, his dick buried in your core. “Look so good like this.” He thrusted languidly a few more times before he watched your arm move beneath you. Suddenly you were clenching him and keening even more into the pillow. You were playing with yourself while he fucked you, perfect. “That’s right. Work yourself while I fuck ya.” He groaned as you squeezed him. He’d fucked you the night before and yet your cunt was as amazing as ever. Lasting long wouldn’t be in the cards for him that night. Not when he knew you wanted him to breed you. That delicious idea of his seed filling you was single-handedly driving him to his climax.

“Wrecker, fill me with your cum. Please. Fuck me and fill me.” His hands tightened around your waist as his speed increased. “Oooohhhh.” Between him hitting that spot inside you and your fingers working between your legs, you were becoming a blubbering mess. Suddenly, his hand was on one of your ankles and pulling it up. You turned to the side slightly and found him placing your ankle near his ear. The position allowed him to sink deeper into you and after four hard deep thrusts that was it for you. You came in a stifled cry as he continued to fuck you through your orgasm.

Kriff, your cunt held him for dear life, practically begging for his seed. Who was he to hold back? He gripped your thigh tight and held you in place as he deepened his thrusts and his speed. The lewd sound of your sweaty bodies slapping filled the room as the bed began to squeak. He didn’t care, he was ready to fill you. “Say it again. Beg for it.”

“Please, Wrecker.” You sighed through your post-orgasm haze. “Fill me with your seed. Let me milk you.”

You said it in such a sensual and needy way it had him falling over his edge. Each thrust of his orgasm was deep and hard as he tried to plant himself as deep into your body as possible. The hot strings of his release coated your walls and filled you as much as possible, nearly overflowing from your body. “Fuck, so good at milking me.” He continued to thrust slowly to ensure all of him had been planted inside of you.

Once he came down from his high, he didn’t pull himself from you. Instead, he kept himself buried inside your warmth to ensure none leaked out of you just yet. Your ankle was lowered back to the bed and he fell behind you before placing kisses across your shoulder. “Think that’ll take?”

Reaching behind you, you stroked his cheek sweetly while humming. “That would be nice. But if it hasn’t taken thus far then we may need more practice.” You hadn’t lied to Omega when you’d stated it could take a couple years. Your parents had tried for three before you were born and were never able to conceive again.

“Hmmm, don’t mind the practice. Only practice I’ll look forward to.” He whispered into your ear, his fingers ghosting your arm. While he enjoyed screwing you, this post-sex cuddling was his favorite part. In this moment everything in life was perfect. You were perfect and glowed with a post-sex aura. All he wanted was to be near you when you were like this.

“Then we’ll keep practicing. You know what they say, practice makes perfect.”

-*-

“Sarad? What are you doing out here?” Wrecker was surprised to find you outside. Chai and Tech's new baby, Ashla, was inside your home and you’d done nothing but talk about how excited you were to hold her.

You turned from the courtyard wall and looked at your love. “Thinking.” You leaned back against the wall to the distaste of your fiancé. No matter how much had changed and how brave he’d become when it came to his fear of heights, he still hated that you liked to lean against this wall. Some things never changed.

Wrecker walked over and leaned against the wall next to you. His hand took yours and held it up so the sunlight could glean off your engagement ring. “About what?”

Well, maybe some things didn’t fully change. When you first met you couldn’t even get him to come over here and lean against the wall. Now he was willingly doing so. “Our wedding. How many people were inviting.”

“Having second thoughts about the size?” He tugged at your hand and pulled you into him. His arms wrapped around your waist as you pressed your back into his chest. “What a big wedding?”

“Nah, but I think we may have forgotten one or two people.” His arms squeezed slightly before he chuckled.

“Shouldn't be a problem then.” Wrecker leaned down and kissed your cheek sweetly. “That all that’s on your mind?”

You chewed your lip in thought before tilting to the side and looking up at him. “Why haven’t you held Ashla yet? She’s nearly five months old.”

Wrecker shifted awkwardly. “Afraid I’ll hurt her. She’s so tiny and my hands are so big.”

“You won’t hurt her. She’s delicate but not breakable. I know you’ll be careful with her.” You pulled one of his arms from your waist and held his big hand up for you both to look at. “You gotta get used to holding babies, my love.”

“Why’s that?” He placed his head against the top of yours and closed his eyes. To his surprise, you took his hand and placed it on your stomach. “Sarad?”

You bit your lip as his thumb stroked your stomach, how he hadn’t noticed the little bump growing there had amazed you. “Took almost a year. But … well … we’ll have two of our own soon.”

“What? Two? Babies?” Wrecker's mind was scrambling to put the pieces together and to fully understand what you’d said. ‘Two of our own’ your own … “we’re having twins?” You nodded in front of him and he let out a victorious yell. The sound shook the ground around you.

“When you farm, you do it perfectly.” Blushing at his excitement you stepped away and turned to face him. You pulled the bottom of your shirt up a little and turned to the side for him to see. “I’m three months along.”

It took him a moment to notice but sure enough, there was a little bump. Three months, that only gave him six to learn all he could about babies. What did they eat? He’d seen Chai feed Ashla earlier with a bottle. Was that all they ate? Bottle stuff? What about caring for them? How did he stop them from crying all the time? And their diapers! How did he change one of those? They smelled so bad too, would he just get used to them?

“Wrecker?” You could see him getting lost in his thoughts. “Are you okay?” Lowering your shirt, you moved back over to him. “Hey, my love?” You grabbed his hand and placed it back against your stomach. “Talk to us.”

Wrecker blinked a few times before feeling the warmth of your body. “Us …. Us” that’s right. It was no longer just you two. You’d be a family of four in a few months. “I have … a lot to learn.”

You chuckled brightly while nodding. “Yes, you do.” Taking a step towards the house, you pulled him with you. “Starting with holding a baby.”

-*-

Calm, that’s how you’d describe Pabu. The weather was always perfect, save for a rare storm every few months, and the waves always crashed against the rocks of the island in a calming rhythm. Standing in your living area, you watched your little family celebrate the news of your pregnancy. Your best friends Chai and Doll sat with their respective partners, Tech and Crosshair, while the love of your life nervously took Ashla from Omega. Echo spoke hastily with Dove about something closer to the kitchen and Hunter watched the entire group with a protective gaze.

Outside you could hear the foghorns of the fishing boats out at sea, working their lives away to provide for their families and those of the island. You were born here, raised on the sea life brought in daily by the fishermen. While others had escaped whatever horrors they experienced out there in the galaxy by coming here, you’d learned to walk on these cobblestones. Scraped your knees in the plaza at the top of the island and learned to swim in the bay on the back of the island. One day so would yours and Wrecker’s children.

This was your home, where your little family went through disasters with one another and came out stronger on the other end. Where laughter and tears were shed and new loves were formed.

This was Pabu.

This was home.

The End

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[clonesuperiority]

I'm not sure if it's canon that hunters face tattoo continues further down, but I came across @lornaka s take on hunters tattoos and really wanted to give it a try myself :3

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[candyfloss5000]

Instantly thought this during this scene 💀

#Tbb #The bad batch #Bad batch #Tbb season 3 #Bad batch season 3 #The bad batch season 3 #Sergeant hunter #Arc trooper Echo #Wrecker #Crosshair #Tech #Omega tbb #Asajj ventress #sergeant hunter x reader #crosshair x reader #tech x reader #Wrecker x reader #arc trooper echo x reader #Captain rex x reader #Captain howzer x reader #Star wars #The clone wars #Tcw #Anakin Skywalker x reader #Obi wan x reader #Din djarin x reader

[mandos-mind-trick]

Big Boy

Summary: He's just so big, not that you're complaining about it.

Pairing: Wrecker x reader

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, size kink, size difference, unprotected sex, fingering, squirting, sort of implied poly Batch at the end, it's just nasty smut with our sweet big boy.

A/N: I am in a mood tonight so everyone gets to suffer. I don't have much to say about this one.

MASTERLIST

You’re writhing under him, spread out on his bunk like some sort of meal. You’re so small compared to him, so delicate, so breakable. You always tell him he’s too big. He thinks you’re the perfect size. 

His mouth swallows your moans, tongue tasting like the candy you liked to sneak into the barracks. He’s got two fingers stuffed inside your pussy, your dress hiked up around your waist. You like to wear the dress on leave, a nice change from your tactical gear. The top is pulled down, exposing your breasts, nipples pebbled from the cold air in the barracks. 

He groans as you flutter around his fingers, a third pressing at your entrance. You have to take three if you want to take him. He won’t fit unless you’re properly prepped, and the last thing he wants to do is hurt you. 

“Wrecker!” You whine as that third finger works its way in, pulling away from his lips as you breathe through the sensation. 

You reach down, flattening his hand against your mount so you can grind your clit against his palm. He watches, eyes fixated on where his fingers are inside you as you move your hips, fucking yourself on his fingers. Your head drops back, lips parted as you moan. You’re so close, your walls clenching around him so tightly he couldn’t pull them from you without hurting you. 

He lets you work yourself up to your orgasm, your legs shaking and hips jerking as you cum around his fingers. He groans, the bulge under his blacks seeming to grow as he watches you. 

He pulls his fingers from inside you as you relax, lifting them to his mouth. Your eyes are lidded as you watch him, tongue darting out to lick your lips. He sucks his fingers clean before he leans back down, capturing your lips with his. You can taste yourself on his tongue. You let out a quiet moan, slick thighs rubbing together as you shift your position. 

Wrecker wraps an arm around you, lifting you easily as he stands. He moves to the couch, sinking down to sit on the thin cushion. He barely fit in his bunk alone, and you had quickly learned fucking in it was not possible unless you wanted a few injuries. Trying to explain to the medics on Kamino how you got those injuries was not something you wanted to do. 

You sit in his lap, legs stretched wide across his thick thighs. You grind yourself against the bulge in his blacks, staring up into those dark eyes as you work yourself up against him once again. He has yet to touch himself, to relieve himself. He’s been so focused on getting you ready, you feel bad that he’s been neglecting himself. 

You open his blacks, slipping a hand into wrap around his cock. He’s so big, a quiet curse leaving your lips as you take his hot length into your hand. He’s leaking already, and you wonder if he’s going to last just getting inside you. You flip the skirt of your dress up as you drag his head through your folds a few times. 

He groans, hands cupping your ass as you line him up, easing his head inside you. You gasp at the stretch, your free hand gripping his shoulder. He supports your weight as you ease yourself down his length, taking him inch by inch. He’s already a moaning mess, leaking inside you as you squeeze around him. 

Wrecker stiffens as you settle against him, his thick length stuffed as far inside you as you can manage. You grip his shoulders, hanging on for dear life as you adjust around him. 

“So big.” You pant, legs shaking from the effort of holding yourself up above him. “Fill me so good.” 

“Good girl.” He grunts, hands closing around your hips to support you. “Take me so good.” 

You whine, hips jerking a bit at his words. You gasp as he moves inside you, the sensation almost too much. You move again, the stretch burning a bit but you’ve learned to love the sensation. 

You’re being loud as you fuck yourself on his cock, anyone who walked by wouldn’t have to hear much to know what was going on. You don’t care, though. Repercussions be damned, you’re too far gone to care. 

You throw your head back as you bounce on him, his cock pushing against that spot inside you with every movement. You’re not going to last long, not for the first orgasm. You’re already so close, the heat coiling in your stomach as you fuck yourself on his big cock. 

“Gonna cum.” You moan, hands dropping to grip his forearms as he holds your waist. “Kriff, Wrecker!” 

You shake in his arms, his length falling out of you with a pop as you squirt across his chest and stomach. Your whole body spasms in the aftershocks of the intense orgasm as he holds you against his soaked blacks. You drop your head to his shoulder, taking a moment to breathe. 

“My, wasn’t that a show.” 

You lift your head at the drawling voice, turning just enough to spot Crosshair standing just inside the door. You wonder how long he’s been there, not having heard the door open at any point in the last hour. 

“Asshole.” You roll your eyes as Wrecker strokes his cock back to hardness, flipping your skirt back up to reveal your ass. “Either shut up or join us.” 

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[nahoney22]

Hello,

Hope you have been doing well!! I love your work and always look forward to seeing what you’ll write next 😊

If possible I’d like to request some Wrecker fluff with the prompt "as much as i love food, i'm giving you the last piece just this once." and “you can hold my hand, if you want”

Thank you for all your work, people like you are truly the backbone of society 💕

4000 Prompt List Celebration

Wrecker X GN!Reader

word count: 1000

SFW

prompts:

“As much as I love food, I’m giving you the last piece. Just this once.”

“You can hold my hand, if you want.”

warnings: SFW, gender neutral reader, fluff, mutual pining, accidental hand holding, first kiss, dinner date. Just some sweet goodness.

authors note: sorry for the wait @okaybasil 🤍

"Well, that was quite the experience," you remarked with a touch of sarcasm, the disappointment from the mission's outcome evident. For a squad that had maintained a flawless success rate, doubts were beginning to creep in.

The rest of the team could only offer muted agreement, their collective exhaustion evident as they massaged their aching necks and shoulders, trying to shake off the day's trials. "Let's just head back to the ship," Hunter sighed, but his declaration was interrupted as Wrecker slapped a hand onto his shoulder.

"But I'm starving!" Wrecker groaned, earning an eye roll from Echo and a quick-witted response from Tech, who remarked, “When are you not hungry?"

"We're not making any pit stops for food, Wrecker," Hunter grumbled, still burdened by the mission's weight, but he couldn't ignore the cavernous void in Wrecker's stomach.

Wrecker expressed this with a dissatisfied grunt, but you felt your own stomach protest at the mere thought of a meal, and there was a nearby village that caught your attention.

"Hunter, I'm feeling hungry too. Can't Wrecker and I, along with anyone else interested, meet up with you back at the ship?" You suggested, drawing alongside Hunter and Wrecker, both of whom stopped in their tracks.

A gleam of hope shone in Wrecker's eyes as he realises you were up for grabbing a bite to eat. Though Hunter hesitated, he eventually agreed to the separation since the rest of the team wasn't in the best mood.

"So, where should we go?" You asked as you strolled side by side into the quiet town, the evening settling in.

"Anywhere! My stomach was rumbling throughout that entire mission," Wrecker exclaimed, slapping his well-muscled abdomen with his large hands.

A soft, fond laugh escaped your lips, a sound that always seemed to bubble up whenever you were with Wrecker. He had a way of bringing out a brighter, happier side of you from the moment you joined the squad, and he was unquestionably the member you felt closest to.

Yet, there was something more than friendship blossoming within you. When his gaze met yours, a telltale heat burned your cheeks, and you couldn't help but desire his company at all times. You held a hopeful belief that he might share those same feelings.

"What about here?" he suggested, pointing to a bright red diner with a huge menu, and you nodded eagerly, your stomach now audibly protesting its emptiness.

Sliding into a cozy booth, the two of you found yourselves in relative solitude, with only a few other patrons scattered throughout the place. After settling on what you wanted to devour, you watched as Wrecker made his way to the counter to place the order for both of you.

Though, the realisation slowly dawned on you that it was just the two of you… eating together… alone.

A part of you yearned to interpret this as a date, but you couldn't help but acknowledge it was probably nothing more than friends seeking respite from the day's mission.

“Here we go!" His exuberant cheer breaks you out of your daydream, and you eagerly grin as he places a plate in front of you, another in front of himself, and a tantalising bowl of some delicacy in the middle. "Dig in."

"This looks amazing!" you enthuse, picking up a fork but momentarily unsure where to start. However, once you do, a sigh of pleasure escapes you. "And it tastes just as good."

"You're not wrong," he chuckles, diving into his meal. The two of you engage in lively conversation throughout, the weight of today's mission dissipating into the ether.

Lost in his storytelling, you reach your hand toward the middle of the table, intending to grab the last piece of food, only to realise that instead of the plate, you're holding his hand.

Eyes widening, you quickly mutter a sheepish 'sorry,' but the expression in his eyes suggests a different sentiment.

"You can hold my hand, if you want," he smirks, teasingly inviting to the point you’re unsure if he was being serious or not.

Absentmindedly, you found yourself rambling, "I mean, I want to, but I didn't mean to, although a part of me always wanted to, but I just wanted the last piece of food."

He cut you off with a slight lean, saying, "You can hold my hand, but in return… I want a kiss. And the last piece of food." There was a noticeable fluster in his demeanor as he avoided direct eye contact. Your mouth sealed shut as you processed what he had just proposed.

The revelation left your heart pounding against your chest, a giddy excitement building within you. "You want to kiss? Me?"

"I—I mean, yeah, if ya want to," he stammered, eyes creasing as he nervously chuckled and rubbed the back of his neck. "I've liked you for a while now, and I feel like you may, like me back?" He says with eyes lightening up in hope.

You bit your lower lip, nodding your head. "Yeah. That's fine with me," you whispered breathlessly. Subconsciously, you leaned over the table until you felt his warm breath fanning your face. The evening was then sealed with a brief but meaningful kiss, lasting only a few seconds yet feeling like an eternity.

Pulling away, both of you grinned from ear to ear, the silent yet obvious exchange of mutual feelings lingering in the air, rendering both of you momentarily shy, a rather unusual state for Wrecker.

"Well, the last piece is yours," you playfully declared, eliciting a soft chuckle from him. His hands reached across the table, resting on top of your own.

"You know what?" he smiled, "As much as I love food, I'm giving you the last piece. Just this once."

Raising a brow in amusement, you responded, "You sure? Well, thank you, Wrecker."

"Like I said," he leaned in once more, planting another small kiss on your lips that once again, leaves you speechless. "just this once."

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[toastyrobos]

When flowers do the talking (Wrecker x female reader one shot)

Word count: 3116

((You had no idea why wrecker always came by the medical bay or would bring the occasional small batches of flowers. He said he was just being nice. You had no idea why he was doing it. It’s not until Tech let’s it slip that Wrecker likes you, That you realize how much he has occupied your headspace so you rush to find him))

Once again your eyes drifted over to the bouquet of flowers resting in the vase next to the window. Rain pelted the glass as per usual. That was the one thing you didn’t particularly like about Kamino. Torrential rain. On most occasions it didn’t bother you, but on days when it just poured you weren’t too keen about it.

A week ago though your spirits had been lifted. By the same individual who seemed to know just when a heavy rainstorm was brewing. You had no idea how he knew, but giving the vase your full attention, you didn’t mind. In fact you actually enjoyed it.

Anytime the well built member of clone force 99 would come by it put a smile on your face. Most days it was as simple as a hello or how is your day going. He didn’t get to stay for long, as he usually was called away for missions often. No surprise. Given the groups track recorded.

But he would make up for it. The row of flower vases that use to line your windowsill as a tall tel sign.

Every time Kamino was due for heavy rain, Wrecker would bring you another set of flowers. Your first instinct was where was he getting them from? Kamnio was surrounded by multiple bodies of water. Things like flowers were not within the planet’s surface?

The second thought was why was he giving you of all people flowers? Was it because you were one of the main medical staff members and he wanted to show you his appreciation?

That didn’t seem correct. You were simply doing your job is all.

Your next thought seemed even less plausible. Making you shake your head at how ridiculous it sounded.

Whatever his reasoning for gifting them to you was it didn’t really matter anymore. It was sweet and made any stressful rainy day you experienced brighter.

“(Y/N)?” You lifted your attention to the two figures hovering in the doorway.

Your eyes grew at the state both of them were in. Especially their resident brainiac.

“Tech”. Stunned you were at the way he was limping and clinging onto Hunter for support. Instantly you dropped whatever task you were preforming and moved over to him. Wrapping an arm around Tech’s figure you helped Hunter guide him to the empty medical table.

“What happened?” You immediately questioned the two of the them. Or whoever would ever answer you first.

“A training exercise”. Hunter answered, crossing his arms over his board chest. “We decided to test out a new formation and well it did not go to plan”.

“Technically it did”. Tech held up a finger. “By my calculations we had an 80% chance of success”.

You turned your back to them, digging through your medical supplies for a brace and bacta spray.

“Not 100% though”. You merely said.

You heard Tech exhale behind you. “The chances of a 100% success rate are exponentially low to near impossible. Wrecker’s purists in expressing his romantic attraction towards you, by the use of colorful flora and fauna has a higher success rate I’ve determined”.

You stopped what you were doing. Everything pausing around you.

“What?”

For a few minutes no one uttered a single word. You shook your head. You must have heard him wrong.

Hunter was the first one to break it. “Tech!” He scolded his fellow squad member.

Tech blinked. Not understanding the gravity of his actions he had caused.

“I thought it was obvious”. He simple explained repositioning his slipping goggles.

Obviously it was not. And frankly the very notion of it sounded ridiculous.

You chuckled nervously. “Thats impossible”.

With equipment in hand you twisted back around to attend to your current patient. Who had no idea the affects his statement had on you or your racing mind and heart.

Hunter did, however. The minute Tech had revealed Wrecker’s rather obvious secret he witnessed the way your complexion paled for a brief second before your cheeks shifted to a light shade of pink. The way your heart skipped a beat momentarily then picked up in speed. He was about to say something, but you beat him to the punch.

“Wrecker doesn’t have feelings for me”. You argued, ripping open a bacta patch. Something about the cooling nature of it against your heated skin felt refreshing.

“Your wrong Tech. The flowers are just him being nice”.

Patch in hand you brought it up to the exposed skin of his leg and applied it. Tech hissed slightly from the cold sensation of the patch meeting the warm temperatures of his body.

“Technically you are correct”. He began. “Wrecker is the most accommodating and indulgent one out of the five of us, however it has been visible to each of us, in multiple instants, that he attracted to you. Romantically that is”.

You blinked.

“If I may (Y/N). Wrecker is quite taken by you. Infatuated I believe would be the proper term. On several occasions each one of us has witnessed him speak about you with such significance. From my research it would appear he was, as I’ve read, as though he was ‘floating on air’”.

You opened and closed your mouth. Processing his words. The meanings. The implications in which they held.

This…this couldn’t be true. Could it though?

Again you shook your head. Tech was wrong. Strange as it sounded. Wrecker was just being friendly. Kind. Generous. It’s who he was. Strong and ruthless as he could be in battle, he also had a heart of gold. Wore it on his sleeve.

There was absolutely no way that some like him could harbor romantic affection for you.

And yet. The mere idea of it gave you pause. Was he just being nice? We’re the array of different flowers just a friendly gesture? Or was there more to it?

Racking your brain for anything, you stumbled upon a recent memory. A day when everything that could go wrong, had gone wrong.

Sitting at your desk, body hunched over, you hadn’t noticed him come in. He coughed to get your attention. To which you immediately looked up, eyes meeting his brown ones. Another Bouquet of flowers were in his gloved hands. Red roses this time. Your favorite.

You were beyond exhausted, however the second you eyes landed on him every bad moment from the day vanished like it never had existed.

The way he would stumble over his words every time that he talked to you. How flustered he became in your presence. How he avoided your gaze in certain situations.

It was if everything around you had stopped. Frozen in time.

By the maker.

How had you not noticed it before. It was all right there! Plain as day to see! And you had missed it.

Had missed every single detail.

Maker..

He had feelings for you. Wrecker had feelings for you.

Heat immediately pooled in your cheeks at the sudden realization. Butterflies fluttering away in your stomach at what ever single arrangement of flowers now meant.

From where he was residing, Hunter could see your poor attempt at concealing your flustered appearance. His brown eyes catching yours only making your blush deepen.

It felt like your entire face—no, your entire body was tingling with warmth. Caused by the same individual who had gifted you such treasures.

It was then you came to a second, more deeper realization.

You reciprocated his feelings. You had feelings for Wrecker.

How his wide grin could light up a room. The way he would take an interest in your day. And above all, the flowers. The flowers….

“(Y/N)”. Hunter called out your name, but you couldn’t hear him.

Millions of thoughts and memories had taken over your mind. You were starting to question the nature of every time Wrecker would say hello to you or was nervous around you.

Was every one of them him taking an opportunity to work up the courage to eventually tell you how he felt?

Looking back on them it had to be. You were absolutely certain of it. The way his gaze would linger on you for far longer then normal.

“(Y/N)!” Hunter’s raised voice snapped you out of your trance.

You blinked. “I-I’m sorry. I just..”.

Your voice drifted off. An overwhelming feeling taking control of your body. Everything suddenly becoming clear. And you knew what you needed to do, before you could rationally think it over.

Before either one of them could utter another word, you dashed out of the medical bay, stumbling as you rounded the corner. Nearly straight into another person.

“Sorry!” Not stopping for even a single minute, you briefly apologized from further down the corridor.

All you could think about was locating Wrecker and telling him exactly how you felt. That you reciprocated his feelings. That you wanted to be with him. Or at the very least give whatever this was a brewing between you two a chance.

However you didn’t know where to start looking. With Hunter and Tech back in the infirmary there was a high probability that their squad was staying put for a bit. As evident by Tech’s minor sprain. Meaning that Wrecker was here. Perhaps near by.

They had just come from the training field. Maybe they had made their way back to their barracks. You rounded another corner. Kriff why did every single hallway have to look the same with its blinding white interior?!

Taking another left you came face to face with the open door to their barracks. You ducked your head inside momentarily to see if he was here. Everything inside laid so still. As if untouched for a while. Kriff. He wasn’t here.

“(Y/N)?” You recognized that voice. You quickly snapped your head in that direction to find Echo walking towards you, a bit confused to find you at his door.

“Echo I need to find Wrecker. Where is he?” You cut off him impatiently, before he could ask what you were doing here of all places.

Puzzled, he pointed down the hall. In the direction he had just come from. “In the hanger, why are—“

Even before the entirety of the sentence could leave his lips you had already dashed off. Running in the opposite direction you had come from. Fully intent on finding Wrecker and letting him know your true feelings. Adrenaline pumped through you veins as you raced down multiple halls. Your destination near.

Finally. Rounding the last corner, you stopped briefly, eyes frantically scanning the surrounding bay to see if you could find him or the Marauder.

Eyes widened the minute you spotted it. Off to the left, housed between a weapon storage vault and another larger vessel. Then you eyes found him.

Nothing stopping you, you quickly darted across the hanger bay. Legs pumping, burning from the excessive running you had done today. But you paid it no mind. No. Reaching Wrecker was all that mattered.

As if he could sense your presence, his frame twisted around to see you coming at him full force.

“(Y/N) what are you—Mmfph”. You flung your body into his, impulsively crashing your lips onto his, cutting him off and rendering him completely speechless.

Realizing what was happening to him, Wrecker reached his arms around your fragile frame securing his hold onto you. The warmth of your body up against his chest mixed with how sweet your lips tasted, maker he thought he was for sure in heaven.

You tasted so delightful on his lips. Like one of those nectar infused cocktails down at the 79. But better. Much better. Richer. More flavorful. Like honey. And he loved honey.

For you, the second your lips touched his it was like fireworks going off. Electrifying and loud, but bright and spectacular. He was so gentle in the way he held you. Careful to not let his strength become too much. Applying just the right amount of pressure.

Maker did you absolutely want to continue kissing him. But you also came here with a purpose. To tell him that you felt the same way about him that he did about you.

Besides you had a good hunch that once you laid everything out in the open, getting to kiss him would become a normal occurrence.

Reluctantly you pulled away. To his disappointment.

But he quickly recovered, staring straight at you. A puzzled look in his eyes. “W-what was that for?”. He questioned you. Vaguely worried that he was dreaming what was happening to him right now. Bracing himself, he had to be sure it was all truly real.

“Tech”. You took in a deep breath, steadying yourself. “He told me everything, Wrecker”. He continued to stare at you, perplexed. What did you know?! There was so much that Tech knew! What had he told you?

“I know about the flowers”. His eyes widened. Tech had told you that secret. Oh dear. “I know that you…you have feelings for me”.

He swallowed slowly, feeling his throat dry at your eyes scanning him. Frantically he opened his mouth to say something. Like Tech was wrong. Or that you had missed heard him or—

“And I wanted you to know that I care about you too”. You admitted out loud finally. To both yourself and him. Having your own confession out in the open felt invigorating. Like a weight off your shoulders.

Even if you had only realized the truth of it all less then twenty minutes ago. It didn’t matter.

Wrecker stood there stunned. Frozen, you wrapped up in his arms. Was he dreaming? He must have been. Because he most definitely misheard you.

“Y-you mean it?”. He responded before he could give it a second thought.

You nodded. “I do. I didn’t realize I did until Tech told me how you felt”.

It was true. You hadn’t really thought about it until Tech put the idea in your head. The the idea of you and Wrecker made perfect sense to you.

He made you laugh, brightened the gray days you would have, and you adored his goof ball energy. And if you were being completely honest, you liked a man who could swallow you up in a single hug. Wrecker checked all the box’s for you.

You lifted your hands up and took his face between them. “I really like you Wrecker”. You confessed wholeheartedly. “I really do”.

The biggest smile you’d ever seen erupted across his face. The pure joy and happiness radiating off of him was contagious. You felt him light up like a thousand stars in the night sky. The browns of his eyes glowing like two embers.

“I love you”. He crushed his rough lips onto yours, catching you off guard. For the briefest of moments you were unable to register what he had said. But then you quickly melted into the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck, leaning into him.

You couldn’t explain the feelings that coursed through your veins, but somehow you felt whole. Like this is where you were meant to be. Being embraced by an individual who was responsible for much joy in your life.

Breaking apart, both of you were left breathing heavily. Lungs near exasperated from the lack of air flow. But it was worth it.

“Wow! That was…wow”. You giggled at his simple minded description.

“Yeah”. You mumbled, shyly biting your bottom lip.

His smile softened as he studied your flushed cheeks. “Maker your really beautiful”. He complimented you without a second thought.

Instantly your entire face flared up at his very honest observation. Normally you did not get embarrassed, but now with everything coming back to you, including a clear head, you made the discovery of just how emotionally driven you’d been.

Not that it was a bad thing, it just usually wasn’t your style. Yet in this situation you were grateful that you had been a bit…reckless in allowing your heart to guide you. For it had led you down this path. To this.

“And your eyes. But especially your smile. Your smile (Y/N) is incredible”. Wrecker confessed. “It was the first thing I noticed and man oh man did it reel me in! It was like I was seeing the sun for the first time”.

You’d seen Wrecker passionate and enthusiastic numerous times, mostly when talking about being on the battlefield. Destroying ‘clackers’ as he referred to them. But never about you. Let alone your smile. You didn’t even know that he liked it that much. The way he was describing it however made your heart swell.

You were too stunned to speak. So he just kept on going. “When I brought you flowers you would always smile, like I was your favorite person, so I-I kept on bringing you some. Umm…even if nothing happened, I’d at least get to see you smile and that would make any day better then it was”.

He brought you flowers, not just because he cared about you, but because he wanted to see your smile?

Dan Ferrik. You swore your heart would melt at that. You couldn’t believe what you were hearing him confess to you!

“Wrecker, you really like my smile that much?”

Wrecker shook his head. “No. I love it”.

Now you were positive your heart was melting. If not your heart then your eyes. Tears had started welling up in them, only to overflow down your cheeks.

“Y-you do?” You asked to which he nodded, leaning in to lay his forehead against yours. Your heart was beating rapidly at this point. No end to its frantic nature in sight.

“I love everything about you”. Now it was his turn to be flustered, but it did not bother him.

He confessed all that he wanted to. All that he needed to. And never in his wildest dreams would he think that you’d feel the same way. But by golly he was so thrilled that you did.

Placing you back down on the ground, to avoid anymore suspicious stares, he scratched at the back of neck. Nervous ticks finally setting in. But he was grateful for your lingering touch. Your hand Iaced with his. Fingers tangled together. Making him feel slightly less nervous.

“Would you like to umm…go out?”

Leaning up on your tippy toes, you placed a gentle kiss on his cheek. “I would love to, Wrecker”. You both beamed from ear to ear.

“Tomorrow?” His smile as bright as ever.

“Tomorrow”. You echoed, spinning around. But not before you uttered one last thing.

“Oh and I’m looking forward to the Bouquet”.

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Y/N: Get out of my room, Wreck!

Wrecker: *being a little shit and standing outside the doorframe* I’m not in your room!

Y/N: HUNTER-

Wrecker: Hey! No fair! You can’t just call Hunter every time you want to get your way!

Y/N: Fine.

Y/N:

Y/N: CROSSHAIR-

Wrecker: *immediately running away* That’s so much worse and you know it!

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[stellarbit]

Shifting Loyalties

No warnings. 2.3k words

You're a dropout Jedi who left with Echo to join the Bad Batch. You and The Batch are assigned to work with the 501st. The Batch get a bit spicy about how friendly you are with the regs.

Inspired by physical touch by @queenariesofnarnia :') it's perfect

First attempt at the boys but bro I had so much fun with this. I'm definitely going to be doin more cause it gave me ideas for days. Enjoyyyyy

The Marauder's landing ramp wasn't halfway extended, and your foot tapped with anticipation. Spotting the 501st squadron as you descended, they stood in a group, not in formation, eagerly awaiting your arrival. Working with the Bad Batch was a thrill, but you couldn't deny missing your first squad.

When Echo departed, Hunter extended you the same offer to join the Bad Batch. As a Jedi dropout, you no longer belonged on Coruscant or in the Order. Your path diverged, but that didn't mean you didn't occasionally yearn for your old teammates.

Before it was fully safe to exit, you hurled yourself out of the ship, dashing toward the awaiting clones. The Batch were momentarily stunned; even Tech tore his eyes away from his datapad at your sudden outburst.

"Shorty!" Fives exclaimed as you barrelled into his arms, spinning you around before settling you among your old squad.

"Shorty?" Crosshair sneered, visibly annoyed by what he was seeing. You darted between the regs, embracing each one, sometimes two at a time.

You meshed well with the Batch, but they weren't the touchy-feely type. Consequently, you lacked the courage to breach physical boundaries, especially considering how often you seemed to get under their skin. After your fallout with the Order, you couldn't risk facing any more rejection.

As the Batch followed after you, Wrecker swiveled his head toward his brothers, clearly confused. "Wha- what's going on?" He scratched his head, gesturing in your direction. "What's all that about?" He referred to your playful antics with the group of regs, laughing and roughhousing like a child.

You weren't cold toward them; in fact, you engaged in comfortable teasing. However, you maintained a professional distance, refraining from physical contact, let alone running into their arms.

Echo shrugged, a smile playing on his lips as he reminisced about his former life. "She's just saying hi," he explained. "She served with the 501st for a long time, even before I was taken to Skako Minor." Nostalgia washed over him at the sight of you standing with his 501st brothers - just like old times.

Hunter blinked in astonishment. "That's normal for her?" He had never witnessed you so carefree and jovial before.

Tech tucked his datapad away, adjusting his goggles as he observed the scene. "By their reactions, this doesn't seem abnormal for her. Why this is the first time we're witnessing it, I'm uncertain." He turned to Echo. "Have you seen this behavior before?"

"Sure, but you're all overthinking it," Echo replied, realizing the tension building among his brothers. "She's just comfortable with them." He regretted the last sentence immediately, sensing their egos regarding regular clones turning this joyful reunion into an unspoken competition.

"If she's so comfortable with them," Crosshair spat, "Maybe she should go back to her precious regs." It was exactly the response Echo feared.

The group watched as you responded to Jesse's teasing with a flirtatious elbow, then stumbled slightly into Rex, who steadied you with a hand on your shoulder.

"It's good to see you. Keeping Echo out of trouble?" Rex smiled down at you, then glanced at Echo standing among the Batch. His smile faded upon noticing Clone Force 99 in various stages of glowering. He patted your shoulder. "Uh… why don't you find General Skywalker while I brief the rest of your squad?"

Without a glance back at the Batch, you followed the order. Anakin briefed you on the mission before easing into conversation. "How are you holding up?" He leaned against a crate of supplies.

"It was hard at first, but I feel…" You paused, feeling a warmth spreading over your chest, grateful it rarely reached your cheeks. "At home with the Batch." You couldn't suppress the smile the thought of the Batch brought you. They made your life exciting, and you felt safe fighting alongside them.

Anakin hadn't missed the looks Clone Force 99 threw your way, especially the nastier ones aimed at the clones you hugged. "I'm glad to hear that, Short Stuff." When Hunter and Wrecker glanced over at the two of you with something like disdain, Anakin smirked. Oh, this is too easy. He leaned down just enough so that your face eclipsed his, just out of sight of the Batchers. "Though, it looks like your new crew isn't too happy with you."

You jerked back, incredulous. "Excuse me?" By the time you whipped around, the Batch were already to the Marauder. Everything seemed normal. You shoved Anakin back. "Kriff off, Skywalker."

Anakin raised his hands in surrender. "Alright, alright. Anyway, it looks like it's time for you to rejoin your squad. Good luck."

"Pfft, good luck?" You pulled a face and cracked your neck. "I don't need luck on missions." You may have missed the Jedi General, but you did not miss his arrogant humor.

Anakin smirked as you headed back out and out of earshot. "It wasn't for the mission."

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Inside the ship, the atmosphere shifted when you returned. Hunter, Wrecker, Crosshair, Tech, and Echo were scattered about on various tasks, their sudden silence and exchanged glances going unnoticed by you as you busied yourself with pulling out sleeping supplies. There was no way you were missing a chance to sleep off the ship.

Sat cleaning his gun, Crosshair’s eyes bore into your back. It didn’t take Hunter’s senses for you to feel his glare. Still packing, you said over your shoulder, “What is it, Crosshair?”

“Oh, nothing,” Crosshair sneered, leaning forward. “Just didn’t realize you missed your regs so much.”

“And why wouldn’t I miss them?” You snorted, not realizing that earned you an even nastier look from the white-haired clone. “Some people have friends, Crosshair. What’s wrong with that?”

Raising an eyebrow, you turned to face him, a smirk playing on your lips. "And what's wrong with that? Some of us actually have friends, you know."

Tech, engrossed in a control panel, interjected, "He's not questioning your friendships. He's just pointing out the obvious preference you seem to have for your old squadmates."

Your hands stilled, and you turned to face them, sensing an underlying tension in the air. "What's going on here?"

Wrecker shuffled awkwardly, his expression troubled. "We just thought you were happier with us."

"I am happy!" you exclaimed. "But it's natural to be excited to see old friends, isn't it?"

When Wrecker’s defeated look didn’t change you looked to Hunter, the sensible brother, for relief. Instead, he had his arms crossed and eyes fixed away from you.

They can’t be serious. You started to turn to Echo when Crosshair abruptly got up, setting his gun aside, and loomed over you within a second.

“Don’t look at Echo to save you,” Crosshair growled, his voice low and menacing. As Crosshair rose from his seat, his eyes narrowed at you. "You seem a little too cozy with them for just 'old friends.'" You tried to step away, but found yourself backed against the counter behind you.

“Cross,” Hunter warned, but his brother didn’t heed the caution, slamming a hand on the shelf a few inches from your face.

The close proximity allowed you to catch Crosshair's scent—gun oil and mint—a combination you'd never been so close to before. It left you breathless, barely able to formulate a response. Crosshair raked his eyes over you as he idly lolled a toothpick around his mouth. He leaned in close. “Why so shy now, Shorty?” he taunted, his voice dropping even lower.

Despite the shiver you felt at the nickname rolling off Crosshair’s tongue, ignored the jibe. “What’s your problem with ‘Shorty’?” you bit back, unwilling to back down.

Tech swiftly wedged himself between you and Crosshair, his tone firm but diplomatic. "Let's not act like children here." Placing a hand on your chest and the other on Crosshair's shoulder, he continued, "Although 'Shorty' might not be the most accurate nickname. If you prefer something else-"

His voice trailed off as he noticed the flush creeping up your chest and spreading to your cheeks and ears. Tech's wide eyes darted between your face and his hand, realizing the unintended intimacy of his touch. "Oh," he stammered, but didn’t pull back his hand. "I-I apologize."

Feeling the weight of their collective stares, you squirmed uncomfortably, yearning for some space to breathe. Tech's touch, coupled with Crosshair's taunting sent a flurry of conflicting emotions coursing through you, rendering you speechless. It seemed like every part of you was reacting, including that one lower part that seemed to have a mind of its own.

Before the tension could escalate further, Echo chimed in with an observation. "Well, I've never seen that before."

Returning to reality, you brushed Tech's hand away and swiftly grabbed your sleeping gear, attempting to regain your composure. "You're all acting like a bunch of-"

"It looks like our sarad is finally blossoming," Crosshair mocked, his voice laced with amusement.

Unable to take another word from him, you shoved past Tech to lunge on Crosshair, whose scowl was now a shit eating smirk. “I’ll wipe that smug-”

Hunter jumped in to hold you back. “Back off, Cross.” You were still grabbing for Crosshair when Hunter’s firm grip on your waist registered with you. You stiffened as Hunter detangled your arms from his shoulder and pulled you aside. He turned to you and surprised you by gently cupped your cheek. “Listen, we’re not trying to upset you.”

You were too aware of all the places your bodies had just touched - where his hands had been. It was all too much and with his hand on your face you simply couldn’t move.

The unexpected closeness and the warmth of his touch left you momentarily stunned, struggling to process the flood of sensations. With an effort to maintain your composure, you pulled away from Hunter's touch, grabbing your gear tightly. But before you could make your escape, Wrecker wrapped you in his arms and wrung you off your feet. “Aw, don’t be mad, we were just worried!” All you could focus on was the size of his hands and how nice his arms felt. When he dropped you, you just stood hunched over with a death grip on your sleeping pack.

The way you just stood at the mouth of the ship wide eyed and huffing, you probably looked like a deranged blurg. You felt deranged. In mere minutes you’d gone from composed to weak kneed simply from a few touches and teases. Being the center of their attention in those minutes had lit something in you that was quickly getting out of control. You still couldn’t manage words when you took off down the Marauder’s ramp.

At once Hunter, Wrecker, Crosshair, and Tech looked back at Echo. Echo echoed the collective astonishment, his tone tinged with bewilderment. "I've never seen her act like that before."

Tech, ever the analyzer, observed the physical signs of your distress with keen interest. He looked down at the hand he'd placed on your chest. "Her heart rate and temperature were elevated," he noted, his analytical nature kicking in. "Her coloring was..." He paused, searching for the right word, "...unexpectedly vibrant." Tech was quick to record his observations, whether mentally or digitally, finding your behavior to be a fascinating new discovery.

"Intriguing," Tech mused, adjusting his glasses with a confident shrug. "Her conduct with us doesn't align with her interactions with her former squadron. This divergence suggests a remarkably positive correlation." His conclusion was delivered with a note of excitement, indicative of his realization of the significance of your reaction. "And I am seldom wrong."

Each member of the Bad Batch absorbed Tech's assessment in their own way, contemplating the implications of your behavior.

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When it was time to part ways with the 501st, you made your good-byes. The Batch weren’t much for good-byes, aside from Echo giving an extra farewell to Rex, they watched on from the mouth of the Marauder. You didn’t know when, or if, you’d see them again so you were saying good-bye to each clone.

Jesse sauntered over to the Batch as you engaged in one last round of roughhousing with Fives. He glanced at you, then at the Batch. An obvious jab that didn't fail to elicit a snarl from Crosshair. “Looks like she's clinging to her ‘regs’ a bit too tightly,” he remarked, his tone laced with thinly veiled mockery. Crosshair's lip curled in response, a silent warning brewing beneath his steely exterior. “Maybe it's time she remembers where she belongs.”

“Ay! Sarad!” Wrecker’s voice boomed out suddenly, your head immediately snapping to attention. “You comin’ or what?”

Tech, with a slight adjustment to his goggles, couldn't help but notice the telltale signs of your embarrassment—the faint flush creeping up your cheeks, the nervous smile that flickered across your lips. It was a sight that stirred something in his usually analytical mind. “Looks like she's right where she belongs,” he remarked softly, a rare hint of sentimentality in his tone.

Jesse let out a huff of resignation. “I suppose so. Just make sure you take care of her,” he muttered before slipping away.

As Wrecker slung his arm around your shoulders, nearly toppling you over, you hesitated for a moment. But instead of pulling away, you returned the gesture with a small hip bump, a silent olive branch. This is really going to take some getting used to.

Hunter, helmet tucked under his arm, stepped forward. “If you ever decide you want to go back to the 501st... we'd understand,” he offered, his tone tinged with sincerity.

You shook your head with a laugh, stepping out of Wrecker’s embrace. Playfully knocking an elbow into Hunter’s side, you grinned. “You think I’d trade you guys for the 501st? Not a chance,” you replied, your words carrying a hint of affection.

“Oh, spare us the sentimentality,” Crosshair interjected dryly, though the faint twitch of his lip betrayed a hint of amusement.

As you stood among the Batch, you laughed to yourself. This is going to be fun.

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[danceswithsporks]

Calm- Part 6

Part 2 of 6 in the Complete Series

Wrecker x Seamstress!Reader

Parts 1 2 3 4 5

Authors note: Coming in under the wire!! I wanted to get this out before the end of the year and talk about cutting it close!! This one isn’t as long as my other ones but I truly hope you enjoy it all the same.

This will be my final post for the year! It’s been an amazing year getting to write for all of you and develop this series! It’s still so crazy to think that I started out the year with barely any interaction and now I actually have you wonderful ppl waiting to read my work! I seriously can’t thank you all enough for your support!

I will be taking the first two weeks of the year off from all writing to give my brain a break. Between 5 different fics, 3 that aren’t Star Wars related, I’m starting to wear thin. I have a bunch of Legos to build and a back log of video games to play so I’ll totally not be productive at all. Which is what I honestly need lol.

I sincerely hope you’ve all had a lovely Christmas and a happy holidays. Have a safe and fun new years and I’ll see you in probably a month!

Without further ado, please enjoy Part 6 of Calm!

Chapter About: a month has gone by and some things are coming to light.

Calm was the only way to describe the night compared to the chaos that had been the day. Chai had left that morning. Unable to handle being on the island anymore. How could you blame her? She’d lost the one her heart had been yearning for. The one that made her warm all over. In the back of your mind, just barely visible behind the terror of stepping foot on a starship, you’d thought about the same thing if Wrecker hadn’t returned. Your aunt had been begging for you to visit Coruscant and you would learn a lot working with her. But you’d been lucky, your warmth and security had returned to you. Her’s hadn’t.

It had been a month since he’d returned to you and what a month it had been. You were, for lack of a better word, exhausted. Between your day-to-day work, caring for Omega, and being there for Wrecker, you’d barely slept. Most nights started the same, everyone would settle after dinner and you’d put time aside to brush Omega's hair and talk with the girl before going to Wrecker's side. The two of you would sit beneath the night sky and watch for shooting stars. Wrecker would tell you stories of his life before Pabu, of the adventures he’d had with his brothers. Even tales about fighting alongside the Jedi. He’d even discovered the name of the Jedi that had saved you.

Kit Fisto.

He’d asked Echo about the Jedi when he’d checked on his brothers a few days after they’d returned. Echo had served with two Jedis who had worked with Jedi Master Fisto on a few occasions. From what Echo had told Wrecker, he had been amazing and kind. All the more reason you never believed that they’d turn traitor against the galaxy.

As for how his brothers were doing, it seemed the one they’d saved, Crosshair, was having a hard time adjusting to his new life. Wrecker, being the joy and light of the group, had taken it upon himself to try and help his brother adjust. A decision that weighed heavily on him. You could see it whenever the two of you would go silent at night. He’d stare into the stars and you could see the sadness peeking through the happy mask he wore.

But it was at night when the darkness wrapped its cool arms around all of you and lulled the island to sleep, did you see the true depths of how much the two you cared for so fiercely were suffering. If it wasn’t Omega suffering from night terrors and screaming herself awake, it was Wrecker tossing and turning in his sleep. You wouldn’t tell him that he kept you awake at night, that he spoke and mumbled about that day in his sleep a lot. That when you weren’t lying with Omega and stroking her hair until she was asleep once more, you were laying beside him listening to his words. Listening to how his heart ached from the pain and knowing that every morning he woke up and masked it all for the sake of his siblings.

So every morning, for the last month, you woke up before him and Omega, then got dressed and made them all breakfast. You’d pack three extra breakfasts and lunches for Omega to drop off at the inn as she headed to school and Doll would handle dinner. She’d send some fresh market supplies with Omega as she headed home for the three of you and you’d make dinner for your small family. During the time that she was in school, you would do your usual work around your shop and Wrecker would help you with whatever he could before checking on his brothers. The three of you would share dinner as Omega told you two about her day, watch a holo, shower, and then bedtime for Omega while you and Wrecker spent time together alone. Tackle whoever was struggling in the night and get whatever sleep you could manage. Rinse and repeat.

The routine had become almost second nature to you and through it all, you felt as though you were hiding your exhaustion pretty well.

Except you weren’t.

Wrecker had noticed your exhaustion pretty early on. But never could he pinpoint why you were so tired. Sure, every once in a while he’d be woken up by you holding him and telling him everything was ok. But it wasn’t enough to make you exhausted every day, was it? Most nights when he woke up, you were peacefully asleep next to him. That was until a few nights ago when he woke up to the bed empty, a night terror scaring him awake. In the darkness of the night, he’d followed the soft sound of your voice to see you sitting in Omega's bed with the girl's head in your lap. You gently stroked her hair and told her a story as she drifted. The next day as they both walked to the inn, he’d asked her how often you did that. When she revealed that it was nearly every night and that sometimes she heard him calling out. He realized that you’d been up every night taking care of them. On top of everything else you did for them and his brothers, it was no wonder you were so drained.

He’d made a vow to himself that day, that he’d do his best to wake up to Omega the next time she called out.

His chance came only a few days later.

You’d felt yourself beginning to drift when the familiar sound of Omega crying out echoed down the hall. With a quiet hum, you threw your legs over the side of the bed and began to get up. Wrecker's warm hand landed on your shoulder and pulled you back into the warmth of the bed instead. You hadn’t even realized he was still awake. “Wrecker? What are you doing?” Your name echoed down the hall from Omega's room making your heart ache to go to her side.

“I got her tonight. Get some sleep. sarad.” He leaned over and gently kissed your cheek before standing from the bed.

“But you need to sleep, Wrecker.” You savored the gentle show of affection from the clone. Aside from a few kisses here and there and the cuddling you did outside every night, the two of you hadn’t been intimate. You were far too exhausted at the end of every day to be in the mood and somehow you felt it was the same for your clone. The only difference was that his exhaustion was emotional while yours was physical.

Wrecker shook his head while standing in the doorway. “Tonight, you need to sleep, my love. Please, let me handle Omega.” You opened your mouth to speak once more but he heals his hand up to stop you. “Please.”

That beautiful pleading eye was enough to make you nod slowly to him. “Ok.” You couldn’t argue with him when he looked at you like that. He smiled at you and blew you a kiss before turning and disappearing into the dark hall. You could still hear Omega crying out and it made you worry that he wouldn’t be able to handle it. But soon his deep voice could be heard speaking to the young girl. Sighing softly, you leaned back in the bed and rested your head against the headboard with your eyes closed. With how exhausted you were, it would be easy for you to fall asleep, wouldn’t it?

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Wrecker returned to your room thirty minutes later expecting to find you peacefully asleep. Instead, he found the light turned on and you sitting up, staring at the datapad in your hands. “Mesh’la,” he said with such sadness that it made you feel guilty for still being awake. “Why aren’t you sleeping?”

You chewed your lip as you watched him step around the bed to your side. Kneeling beside you, he took your hand between both of his large hands. “It’s hard for me to sleep when I know she’s struggling.” Not to mention you had a good deal on your mind.

A soft sigh left the giant as one of his thumbs stroked your hand. “Thank you for taking care of her…and me. I’m sorry I haven’t said that enough this past month.”

“Wrecker, you don’t…” a thick finger was pressed against your lips, shushing you gently.

“Please, let me speak?” When you nodded slowly to him, he continued. “I’ve spent the last month lost in my thoughts and problems. Trying to juggle my feelings while helping Cross and keeping Omega as happy as I can. I was so distracted I didn’t realize that it wasn’t as hard as it could have been because you were ahead of me taking care of…” he shook his head in disbelief. “Well…all of us. Especially myself and Omega. You take care of my brothers, sister and I like we’re your family. You hold me and her nearly every night and soothe us from our demons. You make food and clothes for all five of us and still run your shop. All on very little sleep.” His eyes shifted to the datapad in your hand that had a holo of yourself and Chai on it. “And through all of that, you held yourself together when your dearest friend left the island. You’re…Stars, you’re so much stronger than me. I don’t know how I managed to get so lucky to have ya in my life. But thank you, Sarad. Thank you for taking care of me and Omega. I’m sorry I didn’t say that sooner.” He kissed the back of your hand with gentle lips while you squeezed his hand that was still in yours.

Reaching down with your other hand, you cupped his cheek and turned his face to face yours. “You don’t need to thank me for anything. Nor do you need to apologize. I don’t mind taking care of you. You’re going through so much right now. Losing a family member, especially one so close, isn’t easy and I want to be the support for you that I also had. I love you so much, Wrecker. I love Omega so much as well. She’s like the little sister I always wanted. Knowing what you’re going through and the pain you both must feel makes all these long nights worth it. If I had the choice, I’d do it all the same. I wouldn’t change a single moment of this last month.” You gave the hand that was still holding yours a slight tug, motioning for him to join you in the bed. With a nod, he stood and crawled into the large bed next to you. You repositioned yourself so that you both were looking at one another while also making it so he could see your datapad. “Chai leaving…hurts. She was a dear friend and trying to think of life on the island without her is…hard. But I have you, Omega, and Doll.”

Wrecker watched and you changed the holo to one of you, Doll, and Chai on the beach. “Would you have gone with her? If I hadn’t come back?”

You swallowed a large lump in your throat. “I’ve asked myself that question a lot today. Asked myself if I was in her shoes, if I’d lost the one I loved, would I leave?”

“And?” Wrecker watched you carefully, wondering what you’d say.

“I don’t know honestly. I want to say that I’d stay here for Omega. She’d need someone to help her through all of this through the loss of you. But at the same time…” you sighed softly while placing the datapad down and nuzzling into his chest. “Being here without you? It sounds like torture.”

His strong arms wrapped around you and pulled you close, a kiss being placed on the top of your head. “It’s hard to imagine my life without you. If I lost you I’d leave.”

“It’ll never come to that, thankfully.” Your eyes shut as he kissed the top of your head.

No. It wouldn’t. Wrecker would sacrifice his own life before allowing anything bad to happen to you. “Get some sleep, Sarad. Tonight it's you who should be held.” His arms remained tight around you as you began to drift. Tomorrow he’d make it all up to you. Pay you back for the month-long care you’d doled out to him and his vod. He whispered a gentle ‘I love you’ before pressing the light control beside the bed and plunging the room back into darkness.

-*-

You were confused when you woke up, the sun already high in the sky and your room glowing brightly from the rays. Why hadn’t your alarm gone off? If the sun was that high then it had to be well past morning meaning you were late for a lot of things. “Wrecker?” Pulling yourself out of the bed, you continued to call his name while heading out of the room. You found him in the kitchen. “What time is it?”

Wrecker turned and smiled at you, a pair of oven mitts very tightly on his hands. “Good afternoon, Sleepyhead.”

“I take it that means it’s past midday?” When he nodded, that big goofy grin on his lips, you sighed softly. That grin was contagious and even though you were upset about sleeping in so late, you smiled back. “Something tells me you have something to do with my alarm not going off?” You watched as he walked over to you and handed you a cup of coffee.

“Ya deserved to sleep in. Don’t worry, sent Omega off with food for the others like you do.” He watched you take a sip of the warm liquid and close your eyes in bliss. Good, you liked it.

You’d forgotten that he knew what he was doing in the kitchen. You’d done all the cooking since he’d been back. “You did? Thank you.” Wrecker stepped forward and took your hand carefully in the oven mitt. “These feel a little small.” You playfully squeezed his hand and the gentle giant laughed brightly while leading you towards the table.

“Might need to get some bigger ones.” He wiggled his free hand at you in the blue and green mitt. “Also told ‘Mega to take her time coming home today.” When you raised an eyebrow at him, he kissed the tip of your nose. “Was hoping you’d do me the honor of being my date tonight.”

“Your date? What’s the occasion?” To your surprise, he pulled off the mitt with his teeth and let it fall to the ground. The mug of coffee in your hand was placed gently on the table and with a smirk, he leaned in and kissed your soft lips. You could taste something sweet on his lips, perhaps from whatever he was cooking. Whatever it was, you enjoyed it. A hum left you as you enjoyed the sweet moment with your clone.

Wrecker ran his tongue across yours for a few moments before humming and pulling away. Your lips looked nice and plump for him as he licked his lips. “The occasion is that I’ve been home for a month and haven’t treated my girl to a single special night. Instead, she’s been working that cute ass of hers off taking care of me and my family. It’s time for me to take care of her instead.”

“Wrecker, you don’t have to do anything special for me. I don’t mind taking care of all of you. You’re all my family now.” To your surprise, he chuckled softly while shaking his head. “What’s so funny, strong man?”

“Just how you think you don’t deserve the galaxy on a platter for how amazing you’ve been. I don’t think there’s nearly enough I can do to show you how thankful I am for you.” He reached up and held your chin between his thumb and forefinger, enjoying the way your beautiful eyes sparkled. “But I’ll spend the rest of my life doing what I can.” He kissed you once more before pulling away and standing. “Starting with today being a relaxing day for ya.”

Stars, he knew just what to say to make your heart flutter. “That’s sweet of you, Wrecker. But I can’t just take the day off from my shop. I have shipments coming in. Plus, chores around the house that need to be done, alterations on Crosshair’s pants that need to happen, and…” his finger rested against your lips shushing you once more. It seemed to be the theme of the day.

“Shipment already came in and I moved it to the back of your shop. The old ladies are gonna keep an eye on things for the day and Magda has already started on Cross’s pants. Already did the dishes and made lunch for ya. I can handle some sweeping and laundry.” He’d done all these things himself growing up on Kamino. Surely it wasn’t that different here? His hand slid and cupped your cheek before running his thumb across your cheekbone. “Please, just relax today. For me.”

He was giving you the cutest puppy eyes ever right now and how could you resist that luscious brown eye? A small giggle left you while nodding “ok, ok. It does sound like you’ve got everything under control right now. But what do I do?” You weren’t exactly used to this much downtime.

Wrecker chuckled before kissing your cheek quickly. “Eat, first off. Then let me help you relax.”

The comment made your eyebrow raise. “And just how will you do that?” He’d started to head towards the kitchen to no doubt grab your food when he suddenly stopped and smirked over his shoulder to you. The look made excitement race through your entire body. It had been nearly a month since you’d last felt this feeling.

“Don’t worry, Sarad. I still have a few secrets up my sleeves.” He watched you bite your lip at the implications of his words. Good. It had been far too long since he’d been inside you. Something he’d realized that morning as he watched you sleep peacefully, the hem of your sleep shirt riding up and revealing your cute ass to him. He’d failed a lot when it came to you this past month. There would be every intention of making it all up to you now and boy did he have a lot planned.

-*-

“W-Wrecker! Ah!” Your head tilted back as tiny gasps left your lips. The clone between your legs grumbled something you couldn’t understand making your clit vibrate. His deep voice rumbling against your heat was driving you crazy. You were so grateful that Omega would be in school for another two hours. The last thing you needed to happen would be the girl walking in on her brother devouring your pussy. Though the chances of being caught by someone were still very much there. Magda and Sue could easily walk over from the shop at any moment and see you here with your legs wrapped around the head of the large clone. His face covered in your first release and no doubt soon, your second.

He could easily listen to you make these sweet little sounds all day. The way your body arched against his mouth and those sexy pants and cries of yours. Damn did they turn something inside him. Breaking away from your heat, he looked up at you through hooded lids. “Any louder and the grandmas in the shop might start to get curious.” You cried out a cute ‘it feels too good’ making Wrecker chuckled deeply while blowing his hot breath against the sensitive nub. “Good. I want my girl to feel as good as possible.”

His hot lips returned to your clit once more, making you whine and wiggle against him. “Please, need you inside me.” This felt good, really good, fuck it felt downright amazing, but you needed him inside you. You needed that closeness more than you needed air right now.

It was so damn cute when you begged. Wrecker broke his lips from you once more before moving your legs from his shoulder and down to his hips. He slotted his place between them and pressed his still-clothed bulge against your soaking core. Leaning over your body in a protective cage, Wrecker kissed you deeply. “Patience, Goddess. Can’t rush the best part.” Came in a rough whisper between kisses.

You could taste yourself in him and realized that you’d never tire of the mixed taste. You squeaked as a large digit found its place on your pearl and quickly you were crying out against his lips. “F-fuck, I’m gonna cum again.” His lips found your throat as your head fell back, a long moan of pleasure leaving you.

“Good girl. That’s right. Cum for me again.” He rubbed his bulge against your heat and sighed at the way you moaned his name. Did he want to fuck you into the couch right now? Maker, yes. But right now it was about treating you to the most amazing day possible in thanks for the past month. His pleasure would have to wait until later. For now, it was all about you. His other hand made its way to your heat, dipping into your soaked core with ease. “Look at that, taking three fingers today.” Looked to him like your pussy was ready for him now. Hopefully, that would hold throughout the day.

You nearly came at the feeling of the three thick fingers inside of you. It felt nearly as thick as him, just barely matching the girth of your lover. “N-not as good as your d-dick.” Your hips rolled against his hands as you tried to chase your release. So damn close.

“True.” Wrecker moved his lips to your ear and growled deeply. “We can compare later tonight when I fuck ya into the bed.” You cried out against him at the words. His fingers twisting as you did so hitting the spot inside you that would have you covering his hands. Rough lips pressed against the smoothness of yours as he swallowed your screams of ecstasy. Yes, your release tasted amazing to him but your breath as you peaked tasted even better.

Pants of exhaustion rolled from your lips as you rode out your release. The lewd sound of his fingers squelching between your now-soaked thighs filled the air, as did the unmistakable scent of sex. If anyone was to walk in now then they’d have a clear idea of what had just been done. “S-still want you.” Your eyes shut as exhaustion began to take you over. While your energy had been zapped, you were positive that you could find some extra stores to enjoy him. To your surprise, he shook his head no and pulled away from you. His fingers slipped from your heat making you whine softly. Brown eyes stared into yours as his fingers slipped into his mouth and he licked your release from the digits. A long sigh left the clone as he savored the taste and the heat that had just left your body and returned once more. “Please, Wrecker.”

The clone chuckled as he watched your cute little body wiggle with exhausted need. “Now, now.” His hand wrapped around your soaked thigh and squeezed it gently. “Gotta be patient. You’ll get this later.” He rubbed his bulge against your core before finally pulling away and closing your legs. “Give ya something to look forward to.” Wrecker winked at you before moving to get something to clean you up with.

“So is that a promise for later activities?” You leaned back on your elbows and watched him smirk at you before he disappeared down the hall. You took a moment to try and think about how you’d gotten into this position. How you’d gone from cuddling on the couch watching a romance holo to him wearing your thighs like earmuffs. You honestly couldn’t seem to pinpoint the exact moment. The last two hours had been spent in happy bliss with the clone running around cleaning while you watched patiently from the couch. The lunch he’d made you had tasted magnificent and you’d made a mental note to allow him to cook more often. The remnants of which sat on the small table in front of your couch. He’d made you a quiche Lorraine with a delicious salad on the side. It tasted magnificent and you’d found yourself falling for him even more. After you’d finished eating he’d thrown a load of laundry into the wash and pulled you into his lap to show you the holo his brother had recommended. What the premise was had been lost to you quickly as Wrecker had started his teasing. Now here you lay waiting for him to return to you. If this was what was in store for the day then gods help you survive.

Wrecker returned to your side within moments with a warm rag in his hand. Down the hall, the sound of the shower running could be heard echoing against the stone walls. He’d set up everything you’d need for a nice long shower. You’d told him one night before he’d left how your favorite thing to do was take a long shower where you got to just enjoy the warmth of the water running over your body. He’d pull a warm towel from the dryer once you neared completion of your shower to wrap you in. Then cozy clothes and off to your date. Leaning down, he kissed you sweetly with a playful twinkle in his eye. “It is.”

-*-

You looked up at the imposing ship before you. The Marauder. The ship that had brought your love to you and had taken him and his brothers away only to return with one less on it. It terrified you. The ramp was down and the clone you spent every night dreaming about stood in its entryway with his hand outstretched towards you. You shook your head free of the hundreds of worry-filled thoughts racing through it and stared at him. “W-what?”

“I asked if you would join me inside.” He watched you carefully, watched the way you shifted, and fidgeted with the hem of your shirt. He’d had a feeling that this would be how you’d react, it had been a gamble to decide to do the date inside the starship. But he wanted to help you with your fear. Because if you could get on a starship then he could show you the beauty of the galaxy outside of your world and take you to some of his favorite planets. Planets that you’d only dreamed of that he knew for sure existed out there. Wrecker walked down the ramp and stopped in front of you with his hand still outstretched. “The ship is off and I have no intention of turning it on. The door will remain open if you want.” He lowered his hand and sighed softly while moving a strand of your hair behind your ear. “We can sit in the doorway and eat if that’ll make it easier.”

The way that deep brown eye was staring at you was making your heart flutter. How could you say no to him when he'd thought this all through? “C-can we go slow?” He nodded to you and you slid your hand into one of his. “O-ok.” Wrecker turned and led you to the bottom of the ramp, waiting for you to take the first step. Your foot met the metal of the starship ramp with a soft thunk at the same time a lump began to form in your throat. Your heart raced with each ascending step until you were halfway to the door. It was starting to get harder to breathe. The world around you felt like it was caving in and soon the ground would open up and swallow you whole.

“We can stop here, Stitches.” Wrecker stood only two steps behind you, watching every one of your movements. He knew that if the roles were reversed then he wouldn’t want someone pushing him too much to face his fear.

You quickly shook your head while taking another step. “I can do this. Like you said. It’s not even on.” Stars, why did the air feel so thick? It was like you were breathing through a straw! Your foot raised to take the next step and suddenly it felt as though lead was tied to the bottom of it. Why was this so damn hard? It had only been…a year since the last time you’d stepped on a starship. It had been a lot longer than you’d realized. You forced your foot down and froze as you stood in the entryway to the ship. It was a lot smaller than you thought it would be.

The slowness with which you walked up the ramp worried Wrecker. This was too much for you. It was clear you were struggling. “Sarad?” He reached out to you, making you jump suddenly. You turned and uttered ‘I’m sorry’ before burying your face into his chest. “Shhh, it’s ok.” He rubbed your back gently, doing his best to calm you. Stepping back with you still in his arms, Wrecker tried to lead the way back down the ramp. But you stopped him, your foot raised as though you were trying to step backward into the ship. Perhaps he could help you? Take your mind off of the worry by distracting you?

“My love.” He placed his finger under your chin and tilted your face up towards him. “Have I ever told you about the first time I saw a nebula in person?” Your head shook slightly against his touch. “It was…breathtaking. Like staring at all the greatest works of art at once. Tech once broke down how a nebula was formed and what it was made of, but I didn’t listen. All I knew was that the way the colors danced together was mesmerizing. It was the first time I’d ever understood the meaning of true beauty.” He looked down at you and ran his thumb across your bottom lip. “But then I met you.” Wrecker leaned down and kissed you deeply. “You’re far more beautiful than a nebula. I want you to see one in person and truly understand how beautiful you are. One day I will take you to see the same Nebula.”

“I can’t even step foot on a starship. How can you be so sure that you’ll take me to see it?” You pressed your lips against his once more and savored the way they molded into yours. This man, this magnificent man, always knew how to speak to you. How to make your heart beat fast and your head spin.

“Because.” He whispered while pulling away from your touch. “You’re already part of the way there.”

“What?” You looked around and realized you were standing in the center of the starship. How had he done that? “H-how?”

Wrecker hummed sweetly while moving around you towards the little table with your dinner waiting. Behind you Gonky chittered as he slowly hobbled his way out of the ship and down the ramp, giving the two of you privacy. “You're easy to distract, my goddess.” He pulled a stool back and motioned for you to take a seat. “We can leave at any time.”

He’d distracted you so well that you’d easily backed into the Marauder without realizing it. Now that you were inside of the ship, it wasn’t too bad. How long that feeling would last was unknown but you’d try your best to enjoy the time that you could. You walked over to him and placed your hand against his chest, taking a moment to allow the feeling of his heartbeat beneath your palm to calm you. “Thank you.” You weren’t sure how many times you’d thank him during this. But something told you it would be a lot. You took a seat on the stool and felt Wrecker easily slide you forward.

“I hope ya don’t mind, but I used that roast you had in the fridge for our dinner.” He pulled the cover off the container that held your dinner to reveal the still steaming roast surrounded by potatoes and root vegetables. It was the first roast he’d successfully cooked, he hoped it tasted good.

Your mouth watered at the sight of the food before you. “Not at all. It looks amazing, Wrecker.” It smelled wonderful too. There was a chance he was a better cook than you. Perhaps you could have Omega be the judge of that. Though you did have the feeling that the girl would choose her brother's food over yours. Wrecker smiled that adorable crooked smile at you as he began to cut a piece off the roast for you, pride flowing off of him in waves. Gods, he was adorable. You took the moment to look around the small space you were in, getting your first real glance at the ship. It was small and compact. Towards the back, you could see a few bunks as well as a curtain at the top of a small ladder. You stood from your stool and walked towards the curtain. “What’s this?”

Wrecker looked up from the roast to you standing at the base of the ladder. “That's where Omega sleeps when we’re traveling.” He placed the utensils in his hands down and walked behind you. Reaching up, he moved the curtain to the side and motioned for you to climb up and take a peak. “Don’t got a lot of space here. So we made do with what we could.”

You carefully climbed up the ladder just enough to peek into the space. It seemed to be the perfect size for the young girl. A few curtains had been hung up to give her privacy with string lights being added for a warm feel. Her pillows and blankets were stored to the side while a few little trinkets funk doubt from their travels lay next to the pile. “Is this all she has?” Omega had arrived at your place with very little.

“We fled Kamino in a hurry. She wasn’t able to grab much. None of us were.” But they’d saved each other and AZI and that was enough for now. He watched you climb back down the ladder and turn to look at him. “Ain’t got a lot of space here so we try not to buy too much.”

“Oh.” Well now that they were staying here with you and she had her room. Maybe it was time to take her to one of the bigger islands for a shopping trip. Your eyes fell on a larger lower bunk. “Is this your bunk?” Moving around the large clone, you sat on the stiff material. It seems stiff and uncomfortable was the theme when it came to army-issued materials.

Wrecker rubbed the back of his head and nodded. “Y-yeah.” He should have cleaned up more before bringing you here. “Sorry bout the mess.” He motioned to the bundle of blankets at the bottom of the bunk and the few pieces of scattered clothes.

A familiar dark bag peeked out from behind the pillow as you looked around the bunk. “You kept it very close, didn’t you?” With a playful grin, you rolled onto your stomach and reached for the bag, only being stopped by two large hands around your waist.

“Kept it close enough to smell it every night that I slept. Might need to update it before our next trip.” The sight of you like this on his bunk was doing something to him. He’d seen you on your knees in front of him a few times now and while it was hot as fuck, it was never this hot. “Mesh’la, we better get back to dinner.”

His grip on your waist tightened making you hum and rock back towards him. “Dinner can wait, I'd rather be filled a different way first.” Besides, eating after a workout was always good for the body, right?

A low growl left Wrecker as he rubbed the growing bulge in his pants against your ass. Now that he thought about it, if he fucked you here then he’d be the first to fuck someone in the Marauder. A tantalizing notion that was far too good to pass up. Watching his head, he leaned over and pressed his body against yours with one hand on your waist and the other snaking its way around your throat. “I’m gonna need to lock the door then. Can’t have anyone ruining your meal.” He nipped at your earlobe while pressing into your ass. “That ok?”

Fuck, was there anything hotter than him asking for your consent? Maybe the sight of him naked? It didn’t matter. You nodded quickly as your kind filled with all the delicious positions you could try out on the ship and in his bunk. You’d never fucked on a starship, how interesting and new it would be. His lips pressed to the side of your neck as he hastily kissed your skin before quickly moving to shut and lock the door. Its hiss filled the ship and for a moment that tightening pressure on your chest began to return making you feel like the walls were closing in. But then he took off his shirt so you could see those delicious muscles and the feeling began to dissipate. It seemed Wrecker was just the distraction you’d need to get through this. “Where do you want me?”

His deep brown eye watched as you turned and faced him once more. That sly and mischievous smirk on your lips. Your arms crossed in front of you and in one swift movement, your shirt was removed revealing a dark green bra. His mouth watered at the sight of the material covering what he wanted. “That bunk.” He motioned to the one across from his with a devilish smirk. “On Hunter's bunk.”

-*-

Hunter stared at the Marauder with a look of confusion on his face. He could have sworn he’d left the door open. It was Pabu after all. It wasn’t like someone was going to steal the ship and after the last time it had been stolen, Tech had put in a new system where their datapads would need to be in the cockpit for it to turn on. So why was the door shut?

“Gonk Gonk Gonk Gonk”

“Gonky?” Echo tilted his head as he stood next to his vod. “What are you doing out here?”

“Gonk Gonk Gonk.”

Amber eyes squinted as Echo translated out loud for Hunter to hear. “Wrecker asked you to give him and Stitches the space for dinner?”

“Gonk”

“Huh, thought Wrecker said she was terrified of starships.” Hunter shrugged while walking up the ramp towards the door. When it didn’t automatically open, he frowned.

Echo followed close behind and noticed the way Hunter's head tilted from side to side. “Maybe he’s helping her work on it? Speaking of which, we should find a way to thank her for all the food she’s been sending.” And the custom-tailored clothes as well. Echo watched Hunter place his ear against the cool steel and close his eyes, no doubt listening to see if it was a good time to enter.

“Ah, W-Wrecker. Fuck!” Your voice carried through the steel as well as the little pants and whines you were making.

“fuck you’re so damn pretty when you make that noise. Such a good girl taking all of me.” Wrecker’s deep bass of a voice was hard to miss as it mixed with your pants.

Hunter felt his cheeks flare at the sounds coming from inside the ship. Why him? Why did he have to be the one with enhanced hearing? He pulled away and headed back down the ramp. “Come on, we’ll grab the chip later.”

“Wait, what? Why?” Echo stumbled after the leader of their group. “We came all the way over here. If we have any chance of breaking the encryption on that datapad then we need Techs chip.”

“Trust me. Echo. It can’t wait until tomorrow.” There was no way Hunter was going to explain why they needed to come back later. He honestly hoped that Echo would figure it out on his own.

“What is stopping us from sneaking in right now and grab… oh.” The way Hunter was looking at him had suddenly made things a lot more clear. “Oh.” His eyes went wide. “oh!” Echo needed to wash his ears and eyes and maybe his brain now. He should have just listened to Hunter in the first place. Shaking his head and shivering slightly, he followed the bandana-wearing clone back towards the inn. “Better not be on my bunk.”

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