#tbb wrecker x you

[littlemissmanga]

The Slow Stretch

Pairing: Wrecker x f!Reader

Warnings: This is all spice. Rated E for explicit. There's no plot. Barely a framing device. Size kink, like really that's 90% of it, praise kink is also strong in this one. 18+ only please, if you don't like smut please don't interact but do not put a label on this!

Also, lazy writing but Tumblr wouldn't let me use bullets so I apologize this isn't as smooth as some of my other stuff. It is still pretty delicious, if I do say so myself.

W/C: 1,713

Summary: I had a very vivid thought about what a session with Wrecker would look like if you had a harder time taking him. Guys this thot consumed me and then I imagined how he'd encourage you through that and what soft praise would sound like coming from him ... and I became so unwell I had to get this written. It's pure filth. Enjoy.

Imagine sitting on Wrecker’s lap, three of his fingers buried in your cunt. He doesn’t move them, doesn’t curl them to make you see stars. He’s learned that’s how you get too overstimulated too quick.

But he has to prepare you, to make you come just enough that your tight walls can relax enough to accept his much larger size.

So he just holds you close on his lap, knuckles deep in your pussy as he coos at you to relax.

“I got ya, pretty girl,” he says, his large, warm hand rubbing soothingly on your lower stomach, pressing down just a little. It wasn’t much at all, but it was enough to force you further down on his fingers, the calloused tips now brushing mind numbingly against a spot that makes your vision blur. “Don’t clench, baby. Keep them muscles nice an’ relaxed for me. You can do it, I know you can.”

You don’t want to disappoint him, so you focus as hard as you can, concentration cutting through the fuzzy pleasure vibrating through your core as you force yourself to unclench your muscles and melt into his warm, broad chest behind you.

 “Tha’s it. That’s perfect, sweetheart.” His other hand comes down to draw gentle yet firm circles directly on your clit, forcing bolts of electricity through you. “One more. Just gotta give me one more an’ I think I can fit.”

You shiver on him, around him as his relentless assault on your clit gives you no other choice than to surrender to the pleasure as he rips it from your body … leaving you perfectly boneless and ready for him.

“Please, Wreck, please. Wanna feel full.”

With a deftness you’ve come to expect from Wrecker, he presses his fingers deeper, pushing against that tantalizing spot just once more before replacing them with his cock. He pushes in slowly, pulling you back so your head rests on his shoulder. He can see your face now, his eyes never leaving it, alert for any hint of discomfort even as he groans deep at the incredible way your walls constrict around him as he lowers you onto him.

Your back arches off him, your legs curling instinctively to give him more room, to spread yourself further to ease his progress. You vaguely remember you need to relax, but the stretch of him everywhere inside you, pressing not just against one pleasurable spot but all of them at once … It’s involuntary the way you convulse around him, the pleasure from one area flaring up before the pleasure from another can even fade.

Never before have you understood what it meant to be so deliciously full. You lose coherent thought, your entire being focused on experiencing the sensations coursing through your nerves.

Wrecker pauses as he all but bottoms out, just a few inches unable to sit inside you comfortably. Doesn’t matter. All he can focus on is breathing. The way your walls undulate around him, the way he can feel the intense pleasure ricochet through your body and into his threatens to push him over the edge.

“Shhh, pretty girl … need you to relax. I don’t wanna end this too soon, d’you?”

You whimper and shake your head back and forth dramatically. Still trapped in a hazy fog, forming words is beyond you but you need to make your immense displeasure at the idea of him leaving you empty and wanting after pushing you over the edge of heaven known.

“Tha’s good. So take a deep breath for me.” Again, his hands came to rub soothingly against you, this time trailing along your sides from your knee to your ribs and back again. You could feel Wrecker’s chest expand with each deep breath, a warm encouragement for you to do the same. So you did. Over, and over, until the tension slowly leeches from your muscles.

Soon, the desperation fades as well. But the pleasurable haze does not. It leaves you pliant and dazed on Wrecker’s lap. You remain draped back over him, but now your limbs hang limp. You trust him to keep you upright.

 He moves your legs outside his own, spreading you wide around him. Looking down, he can see how wet and puffy your lips are, so red and swollen around him. He groans into your shoulder and feels his cock twitch inside you. You cry out instantly, but don’t tense beyond a quick pulse he could tell you couldn’t control.

“Take me so good, sweetheart. Knew you’d be able ta do it.”

You hum in contentment. This is what you were craving when you approached Wrecker earlier. It wasn’t just to make the most out of your precious alone time. But a bone-deep need to be consumed by him. And now you were.

“You okay? Don’ go quiet on me now.”

A gentle press of his knuckles — still a little wet from your juices — turns your head to face Wrecker, a gentle smile trying to hide the glimmer of concern in his eyes.

“M’fine,” you manage to mumble. You decide actions are easier, so you nuzzle into the crook of his neck, lips brushing his sensitive skin there and curling into a smile at the choked sound he makes in response. “So fine. So full. ‘T’s perfect.”

“Good.” He pushes your legs together, mindful of the strain he must have put on you keeping you spread open. The movement draws a prolonged moan from you, but it’s gentle enough to keep you from getting desperate again. His thumbs run firm strokes against the top insides of your thighs before circling around your middle and holding you to him.

He knows it won’t be long before the pressure that’s blissing you out now will turn to pain soon. The constant stimulation wears you out quickly. That’s why he loves when you get like this — needy not for how he can take you, but just for him. He craves getting to hold you close and feel you surround him just as much as he sees you crave him filling you to your breaking point. A small thrill runs through him, knowing only he can make you feel this full, this good.

Eventually, once your cunt has completely relaxed around him, when your eyes have closed and even your pleasant little hums have quieted, Wrecker brings his hand once again to your clit. This time, he keeps his strokes gentle, coaxing your next orgasm from you. “Doin’ so good for me. Lettin’ me play with ya an’ stretch you out like this.”

For once Wrecker’s voice is subdued. He’s not whispering, but his gentle rasp is the softest you’ve ever heard him before. It rumbles through you, waking you slowly from the foggy, trance-like state you fell into. Without thinking, you shift your hips, trying to catch that slight tickle that made your sensitive flesh tingle.

And then you do. His rough thumb catches on the hood of your clit, making you clench all at once around him. Your hands fly to his forearms that are caging you in on either side of your hips, squeezing at the intensity you’re feeling.

“Hold on to me all ya need. I got ya.” Wrecker’s free hand flexes under your thigh as his other continues its almost painfully gentle ministrations.

“R-right there,” you breathe, knowing Wrecker is out of patience and you are out of time. With a hum, Wrecker focuses his attention repeating the motion to your exact request. But he keeps his pace smooth and controlled. He knows this is gonna be intense for you. So he’s gonna be as gentle as he can.

The slow, steady push combined with how deliciously Wrecker fills you guides you to the edge of what you know will be an intense orgasm. His steady strokes leaving no question to the exact moment your body will be pushed over. Even so, you’re still unprepared when it happens.

“Let me feel you, sweetheart.”

Every since inch of your body tenses as you seize in pleasure. The walls of your cunt spasm harshly, simultaneously pulling Wrecker ever deeper and pushing him out all at once.

You can barely feel your body. All you know is the bliss that wraps every inch of you in its embrace.

But Wrecker can definitely feel your body. Can feel the way your walls threaten to strangle him and he would happily welcome it at this rate. His hips begin finally thrusting into you as his thumb continues its assault on your clit, noticing the way you jump at each pass.

“WRECK” The cry is ripped from your throat as a wall hits you.

But Wrecker’s attention is pulled by the feel of water hitting his legs. He curses when he looks down to see he’s soaked. “Kark I love when you squirt all over me.”

You can only moan as he fucks you hard now, seeking his release as your body finally offers absolutely no resistance. Absently, you can feel the way you drip around him. Delight zings the edges of your consciousness as you realize to yourself, I was able to take him.

The indulgent satisfaction only intensifies, melting into a lava that crawls through your veins as Wrecker grunts once more into your neck and after two more thrusts, presses himself as deep as he can get to come inside you.

Neither of you move for a moment, too overstimulated and sore. Soon, though, Wrecker wraps you in his arms and, as slowly as he can, pulls himself from you, earning several shivers and whimpers. He coos and presses kisses to the side of your face and forehead at each one to soothe the sting.

Finally, when he’s completely out, you both groan in unison. You can feel the surge of his cum leaking out of you, cooling the abused flesh of your hole. And based on the angle of his eyes, he’s watching it drip out of you on to the floor below.

“I’ll get ya cleaned up,” he offers in a hoarse voice.

You tighten your grip on his arms. “Just … just hold me a little more?”

You can feel his lips stretch against the top of your head. “’Course. Long as you need.”

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[soaringthroughthegalaxy]

Hi. Can you write something spicy with Wrecker x f! reader with the prompt 62. “Is that my shirt?” Maybe reader needs new clothes during a mission and she forgets her spares on Kamino, leading her to wear Wrecker's. She takes advantage of the situation to tease him a little, but we know Wrecker is a little innocent, until Crosshair opens his eyes.. "If you don't fu** her, I will." 😂

Hi,

Thank you so much for this request, I absolutely loved writing it!

What's Mine is Yours

While working on a mission on Corellia, a clothing mishap leads to much more than you anticipated.

Pairing: Wrecker x F!reader

Word count: 4.2k

Rating: 18+ MINORS DNI!

Warnings: accidental clothes sharing, reader described as busty, lewd comment as motivation (one guess who it comes from…), confession of feelings, idiots in love, first kiss, oral (f!receiving), face sitting, fingering, semi-clothed sex, unprotected PiV, squint for size and strength kink.

“Where the hell is it?” You huff, hands scrambling through your backpack as you pull out your belongings, scattering them across the dresser in the dingy hotel room.

You and the boys had been sent to Bela Vistal, a small mountain city on Corellia. The Jedi had caught wind of a shady auction, with whispers of a Holocron up for grabs. It was your job as a squad to scope the place out, gather as much intel as possible, and strike and extract the Holocron if the opportunity presented itself.

By now, you’re used to working with limited information. As a civilian handler, it was your job to fill in the blanks and help the boys with anything they needed to successfully complete their missions – something you’d spent over a year doing remarkably well at. Today that had included wandering around the city with Tech, pretending to be together – out of them all, his appearance was less likely to arouse suspicion. You’d conversed politely with market vendors and cantina owners, asking subtle questions to discover more about the auction.

Ultimately, it had been a fruitless endeavour, and the pair of you had returned to the hotel as the sun had been setting, food in hand. You’d excused yourself after eating, slipping back into your room via the door connecting the two rooms you’d rented for a quick shower.

And now here you were, furiously rifling through your belongings for a clean shirt. You’d packed one; you swore you had. Fingers finding soft fabric, you let out a small noise of triumph, prying the material from your backpack. Towel falling to the floor, you shimmed on a clean pair of panties and some sleep shorts before dragging on the top. Only once it was over your head did you realise something was off. Either you’d suddenly lost a lot of weight or…

Scrambling for the neckline, you twist and turn until you can see the tag and the large ‘W’ sewn into it. “Dank farrik.” You mutter, teeth sinking into your lower lip at the realisation that you’d somehow packed Wrecker’s shirt instead of your own.

Taking a deep breath, you looked at yourself in the mirror on the back of the fresher door. The oversized garment hit mid-thigh, the sleeves extending far beyond your hands. The only saving grace was that your boobs took up enough room that it gave the shirt a little bit of shape. You couldn’t help but laugh at the absurdity of the situation.

The thought of going out into the field wearing Wrecker’s clothing was hilarious, but your laughter soon subsided as you really looked at yourself. Oversized it might be, but it almost…suited you. And though it was clean, you lifted the collar to your nose and inhaled, picking up on a sweet scent that seemed to linger on all of Wrecker’s belongings.

You’d found great comfort in that scent over the last few months, drawn towards Wrecker and his infectious grin. Lips tugging into a smile, a tender warmth spread through you as you thought about the countless times Wrecker had been there to lighten the mood with his quips and laughter and how his protective nature made you feel secure amid the uncertainties of life.

The realisation of what your feelings meant hit you like a wave, and as you stood there, a myriad of emotions swirled within you. The laughter that had filled the room moments ago was replaced by a soft, introspective silence. As you continued to gaze at yourself in the mirror, you couldn’t help but acknowledge the depth of your connection with Wrecker. It went beyond the professional companionship forged across dangerous missions. It was something more personal, something that had quietly grown amidst the chaos of your work.

“Oh, kriff…” You whisper, staring at your own wide-eyed reflection. The sound of a knock on the connecting door interrupts your thoughts. Startled, you turn towards it, momentarily forgetting about the shirt you were wearing. Smoothing down the fabric, you move across to open the door, revealing Hunter.

“Thought you might’ve drowned.” He quips as the door opens; your showers never usually take so long. Gaze dropping down, Hunter takes in the sight of you, chuckling. “Well, looks like you’re drowning, alright.”

“I must’ve grabbed the wrong shirt in our hurry to leave Kamino.” You admit sheepishly, feeling warmth in your cheeks as Hunter steps aside, revealing you to his brothers.

To his credit, Tech offers you a reassuring smile while Crosshair snorts in amusement. But it’s Wrecker’s reaction that catches you off guard the most.

Wrecker’s eyes widen as his gaze rakes down your body. “I-Is that my shirt?” He asks, swallowing thickly. Heat creeps across his cheeks as he admires you, the curves of your body making it look entirely different than it did on him. He can feel the heavy thud of his heart, and for a moment, the room is filled with an almost tangible tension. Wrecker stands frozen, his eyes locked onto you.

“Yeah, I, uh, must’ve grabbed it by mistake.” You stammer, suddenly feeling self-conscious under his intense gaze.

Wrecker blinks, tearing his eyes away from you to glance at Hunter, Tech, and Crosshair. Hunter raises an eyebrow, clearly finding the situation entertaining but not commenting further. Tech adjusts his goggles, a knowing glint in his eyes, while Crosshair smirks, thoroughly amused. Clearing his throat, Wrecker manages to break the silence. “Well, it looks... good on ya.”

The sincerity in his voice surprises you, and you catch a flicker of something in his eyes that you can’t quite place. You give a nervous laugh, trying to diffuse the awkwardness. “Thanks, Wreck. I’ll wash it and get it back to you.”

“Nah, keep it.” He says quickly, almost too quickly. “Looks better on you anyway.”

The room falls into another awkward silence as Wrecker scratches the back of his head, unsure how to navigate the sudden shift in the atmosphere. It’s rare to see the big, boisterous man at a loss for words.

Hunter, always the pragmatist, breaks the tension. “Alright, enough of the fashion show. We’ve got a mission to focus on.”

The seriousness of the mission looms over the room, momentarily overshadowing the awkwardness. You gather around the table, holomaps of the city and your datapads spread out as you discuss the action plan.

As the discussion progresses, Wrecker finds his eyes straying to you often, trying to commit the vision of you in his clothes to memory, the way it drapes over your frame and the subtle scent of your shampoo that he knows will linger on the garment now too.

The realisation hits him like a ton of bricks – the feelings he’s been trying to suppress, the concern that goes beyond the missions, the warmth he feels when you’re around – it’s all there, staring him in the face.

Wrecker clears his throat again, attempting to focus on the plan you’re all hashing out, not the crazy beating of his heart. He chimes in enthusiastically, but his mind keeps drifting back to you. As the planning continues, Wrecker catches the knowing look Tech throws him. He shifts uncomfortably in his seat, trying to concentrate. He wonders if you feel the same, if the newfound awareness is mutual.

Finally, the planning ends, and with your usual round of goodnights, you’re back in your room, the connecting door firmly shut. Only once you’re gone does Wrecker feel like he can breathe again.

“Real subtle there, big guy,” Hunter comments, giving Wrecker’s shoulder a pat as he passes him.

“What?” Wrecker questions, playing dumb. He’s not quite ready to admit his feelings to his brothers; he’s just starting to come to terms with the recent revelation.

None of them are fooled. Tech reaches up, adjusting his goggles. “You were admiring her quite intently.” He points out.

“I would, too, if she were wearing my shirt.” Crosshair chimes in, leaning back on the small couch in the room, propping his feet up on the table as he feels Wrecker’s eyes narrow in his direction. “But hey, if you won’t kriff her, I will.” He comments, unafraid to poke the bear.

In sync, Hunter and Tech facepalm.

A flash of anger courses through Wrecker. “You wouldn’t.” He growls, hating the very idea. 

“Wouldn’t I?” Crosshair goads. “She’s a pretty little thing. Bet she’d looked even prettier underne-“

“Hey!” Wrecker’s sharp shout cuts him off. “You don’t talk about her like that. She deserves better, and I won’t let ya disrespect her. Not when she’s the best thing to happen to us in a long while and always lookin’ out for us.”

Amusement curls at Crosshair’s lips. Truth told, forcing those words out had been horrible – he respected you too much – but it had given him the ammunition he needed to make his point. “Hm, sounds like you might have some feelings there, Wrecker.”

Realising he’s been caught in one of his younger brother’s traps, Wrecker groans in frustration, shooting Crosshair a glare that bounces straight off him. With a sigh, Wrecker’s shoulders sag, and he glances over his shoulder towards the connecting door to your room.

Worry curls through him. He did have feelings for you, that much he’d realised, but he wasn’t sure how you felt. The thought of making things awkward or disrupting the dynamics of the squad by introducing personal feelings weighed heavily on Wrecker’s mind.

Hunter picks up on his brother’s internal struggle. “Wrecker, if you’ve got something to say to her, just say it. We’re all adults here. We’ve faced worse than admitting feelings.”

Wrecker sighs. “I just don’t wanna mess things up, y’know? What if she don’t feel the same way, and it makes things weird?”

Tech chips in with his usual logical perspective. “Statistically speaking, relationships formed within a close-knit team can enhance cooperation and overall performance. Emotional bonds can be beneficial.”

Wrecker shoots Tech an incredulous look. “You suggestin’ I tell her I like her ’cause it’s statistically beneficial?”

Tech pushes his goggles back up his nose. “I am merely presenting a logical argument in favour of expressing one’s emotions.”

A noise of frustration slides from Crosshair’s lips, and he pushes himself off the couch. Grabbing Wrecker by the arm, he drags him over to the connecting door, banging his fist against it a few times. “She was eyeing you up, too. Don’t overthink. That’s Tech’s job.” He insists, returning to the couch, shaking his head while muttering about Wrecker’s lack of game.

Hearing you say the door was unlocked, Wrecker takes a deep breath before pushing it open, sliding into your room, letting it click shut behind him.

With Wrecker gone, Hunter, Tech, and Crosshair exchange glances before arranging themselves on the couch to play Sabacc. “You swapped her shirt out of her pack,” Hunter comments as Tech deals the deck, his eyes darting over to Crosshair.

With a shrug of his shoulders, Crosshair doesn’t bother answering; instead, he picks up his cards. Hunter couldn’t prove anything.

Looking up from the dresser, where you’d been trying to organise your belongings back into your backpack, you smile at the sight of Wrecker standing with his back pressed to the door. “Hey, Wreck. Everything okay?” You ask, abandoning your repacking to give the gentle giant your full attention.

Wrecker’s heart pounds in his chest as he steps further into your room, the weight of the revelation he’d shared with his brothers settling in his chest. He grapples with the best way to express his feelings to you, scratching the back of his neck out of nervous habit.

“Uh, yeah, everything’s fine.” He mumbles, avoiding direct eye contact for a moment. “I, um, just wanted to talk to ya about somethin’.”

You tilt your head curiously, a small smile playing on your lips. “Sure. What’s on your mind?”

Wrecker took another deep breath, his gaze finally meeting yours. “Well, it’s about... us. I mean, you and me. I’ve been feelin’ things, and I just gotta say it. I really like you. I like ya a lot.”

The sincerity in his voice is unmistakable, and your heartbeat quickens in response. Surprise paints your face, delight seeping into your veins that your feelings were returned – that he’d come here to share them with you.

“Wreck.” You begin, your voice soft. “I’ve... I’ve been feeling the same way. I just didn’t know how to say it.”

Relief washes over Wrecker’s features, and a wide, genuine smile spreads across his face. “Really?” he asks as if confirming that he wasn’t dreaming.

You nod, your own smile mirroring his. “Really.”

Wrecker chuckles nervously. “Well, guess Crosshair wasn’t entirely wrong about us eyein’ each other up.”

Your jaw drops a little. You’d thought you were being subtle, but you should’ve known the man with super-human vision would catch you out.

Wrecker takes a step closer, gently cupping your face in his large hands, his eyes searching yours for any sign of hesitation. “I’m not great with words, but I really do care about ya.” He confesses.

“I care about you too, Wreck. And you don’t need to be great with words.” You reply, your eyes locked with his. “Actions speak louder.”

“Then let me show ya.” Wrecker murmurs, head dipping down to kiss your lips tenderly. Large hands move to rest on your hips, pulling you closer. One of your hands finds home at the nape of his neck, keeping his lips against yours as the other settles on his upper arm.

You taste like heaven, like everything Wrecker has ever wanted and dreamed about. His grip on you tightens ever so slightly, but he’s cautious, not wanting to accidentally hurt you. The kiss breaks a moment later, eyes locked on one another as you pull apart, chests heaving. Desire swirls in your gaze, and Wrecker wants to worship you. But he’s conflicted – is this too soon? Do you want this too?

Palms smoothing across Wrecker’s body, you take his hands in your own, walking backwards the few steps to the bed. Sinking to sit on the edge of it, you guide Wrecker down with you, a thrill zinging through you as he wraps an arm around your middle and hauls you further up the bed before settling above you. With one hand supporting most of his weight, you marvel at how warm and broad he is, your body hidden under his as he presses against you, lips finding yours again for a searing kiss.

You’re so small beneath him, so delicate and so pretty, with your hair fanned across the sheets, your beautiful eyes looking up at him with such adoration. Wrecker can’t resist kissing you again, savouring your shared feelings. Tentatively, his hand roams to your thighs, large palm smoothing across soft skin, creeping up, ruching his shirt as his fingers skim under the edge of your sleep shorts.

The gentle touch makes your breath stutter, a low noise sliding from your lips, muffled by the kiss.

Wrecker pulls back, watching as your eyes flutter open. “Too much, babe?” He asks quietly, unsure whether the noise is good and not wanting to push too much.

Shaking your head, you lean up to pepper kisses across his jawline. “More. Please.” You ask, heat building in your belly.

Thrilled, Wrecker breaks out into a grin, shivering as your hands pry his shirt up and off his body. Your fingers fan over his bare chest, tracing every muscle and scar. His pants are next to be discarded, your sleep shorts joining them on the floor before your lips meet again in a needy kiss. Your panties go, followed by his boxers, but as you go to remove his shirt, Wrecker’s fingers still the action.

“Leave it on, babe.” He admits, a flush on his cheeks. There was something so intrinsically hot about you wearing his clothes.

A noise of delight leaves you, followed quickly by one of surprise as Wrecker rolls you both, placing himself beneath you. Straddling him, it’s impossible to ignore the press of his thick, hard cock. It feels enormous, and you’re almost afraid to look down.

Thankfully, you’re spared as Wrecker grabs your ass, huge hands dwarfing it as he hauls you up his body.

Wrecker groans, hands squeezing as he draws you further up. “Want you to sit on my face, babe. Lemme eat that pretty pussy before I kriff ya.”

Heat strikes through you, pussy clenching around nothing at Wrecker’s request. “I-I don’t wanna suffocate you.” You worry as you’re lifted over his face, knees on either side of his head. Warmth blossoms across your cheeks as he stares right at your cunt.

“Ya won’t. And even if you do, what a way to go.” Wrecker growls, tongue darting out to wet his lips as he gazes up at your pussy. Gently, he encourages you down, groaning in satisfaction as you rest lightly against his face – nose and mouth brushing against your slick folds. “That ain’t sittin’.” He grumbles as he notices you trying to hold up some of your weight. Using a little more of his strength, he pulls you down until you’re firmly against his face, his nose pressed to your clit as his tongue laves over your entrance.

“Oh, hells…” You cry out, holding onto the headboard with one hand while the other lands on Wrecker’s head. That first lick of his tongue had felt incredible.

Wrecker feasts, your pussy his new favourite meal. The taste of you fills his mouth, and he moans, dragging his nose across your clit, tongue sloppy as he laves at you before pointing it and pressing it into your hole. He takes a breath whenever he can, drawing the flat of his tongue up through your folds to flick across your clit, lips latching around the sensitive bud so he can suck on it, brushing his tongue over it at the same time.

White hot pleasure is all you can feel, hips rocking as you ride his face, chasing your high. Your hand strokes across his head, fingers gliding over scarred skin. “Kriff, Wreck. Yes. Just like that.” You encourage, pleasure building quickly.

The stretch catches you off guard, two of his thick fingers pressing into you, crooking, as his mouth focuses on your clit. Head thrown back, his name falls from your lips as you come, thighs shaking and pussy spasming around his fingers as the pleasure rolls through your body.

Working you through the high, Wrecker gently pries his mouth off your clit, fingers slowly scissoring as he stretches you out a little more now that you’re more relaxed. He knows he’s big, and the last thing he wants is to hurt you.

Your hips roll slowly, grinding lazily against his face once again as he continues working you open, another thick finger joining the two already buried inside you. Biting down on your lower lip to muffle your moan, the trembles from your orgasm subside.

Fingers slip from you, hands finding your hips. Lifted, you’re moved back down Wrecker’s body until he can kiss you, mouth and chin covered in your juices. You gasp at the taste, at the way his tongue presses into your mouth, and you lazily make out.

Slowly you draw apart; Wrecker’s fingers that weren’t buried in your pussy move to push your hair out of your face tenderly.

The throb between your thighs intensifies, and you lift your hips, shifting until you can grind down against Wrecker’s cock. The rumble in his chest does funny things to your inside, and you smile. “I wanna ride your cock, too.” You state sweetly, enjoying the delight that flares in Wrecker’s eyes.

Scooting back just a little so you rest on his thighs, you drag your gaze from his face to finally take in his cock. It’s much thicker than any you’ve seen before – in person and on the holonet – and longer than average.

He curves a little to the right, the tip flushed a deep red, a bead of pre-cum in the slit. Taking him in hand, his groan reverberates through the room, and you can’t help but dip down to lap at him, the tang on your tongue dragging a sound from you that Wrecker echoes.

Your fingers don’t touch around him, and for a moment, you worry you won’t be able to take him. Shuffling forward a tiny bit until you’re back in your previous position, you line him up with your entrance, pressing just the tip in, and slowly start to sink down, letting gravity do the work.

Wrecker’s pretty sure he’s shaking – from anticipation or barely-there control, he’s not sure. All he does know is that his hands are wrapped around your hips to help guide you but not force you down, and inch by agonising inch, his dick is slowly being enveloped in the heat of your pussy.

The stretch burns a little, even after an orgasm and three fingers working you open. Taking your time, you let out deep breaths as you sink down until you’re finally flush, feeling fuller than ever. 

“Stars above, Wreck.” You pant, holding his gaze as you adjust to the feeling. His jaw is clenched, soft brown eyes looking at you with such profound adoration, like he can’t quite believe this is happening. His hands on your hips slide upward, under the edge of his shirt, until he’s grasping at your waist.

Steadily, you give a small roll of your hips, rising ever so slightly before sinking back down. The action pulls a moan from you, Wrecker’s head tilting back against the bed, his groan mingling with your needy sounds. Finding a rhythm, you lean back a little, hands resting on his muscular thighs as warmth builds in your belly with every rise and fall. The burn of the stretch dissolves into pleasure.

Chin tilting down, Wrecker watches as you ride him, how your lips part with every little whimper and sigh, and your tits bounce beneath his shirt. The sight goes straight to his cock, hand sliding up from your waist until he can palm your breasts under the garment, fingers pressed against soft flesh. You’re a handful, even for him, and he grunts, thumb and forefinger tweaking your pebbled nipples.

The whine you let out is delicious, and his gaze roves down your body, settling on where the two of you are connected, watching how he slides in and out of your pussy. The sight, the sounds, and the feeling of you around him push him closer and closer to the edge. Fingers smoothing back down your body, they press against your clit, firm circles rubbed against the sensitive nub.

“Kriff. Kriff. Kriff.” You curse, eyes screwed shut as the warmth grows towards an inferno. Pitching forward, you change the angle, hands resting against his broad chest, providing better leverage as your pace quickens. Your thighs start to ache, but you’ll be damned if you let that stop you.

“That’s it, babe. Hells, your pussy feels so kriffin’ good.” Wrecker pants, his words helping push you over the edge. Your body goes taut above him, pleasure contorting your face as you clamp down around him, coming on his cock with a cry of his name. He keeps his fingers moving, working you through the high until the tremors in your body stop and your hazy eyes open to meet his.

You share a soft smile, and Wrecker surges up, lips meeting yours for a passionate kiss as he grasps back at your hips. Holding you in place, his hips snap quickly as he fucks up into you, chasing his high now you’ve been satisfied.

Tongues meeting, the kiss is frantic and messy, noises muffled by each other’s lips. You pull back just enough to gaze down at him. “Come in me. Please.” Your needy whine reverberates around the room.

You were perfect. So perfect. Your pleading words, the grip of your tight pussy around him… Wrecker’s thrusts falter, and with two more sharp snaps of his hips, he pushes himself deep inside you, growling out your name as he’s swept into pleasure, filling you.

The room falls silent except for your harsh breaths, gazes locked before you steal another kiss. Slower and softer, the lust dissolves into something sweeter. Strong arms wrap around you, and you’re rolled onto your side, pulled flush against Wrecker’s body as he pries his lips from yours. He smiles, and you can’t help but match it, a giggle bubbling up and out. The sound of Wrecker’s chuckle melds with yours, happiness simmering between you.

“You okay?” Wrecker asks, one hand smoothing across your cheek, cupping your face.

You lean into his touch with a small nod, eyes fluttering shut. Wrecker’s hand is warm against your face as he caresses you, his thumb tracing gentle circles on your cheek. The aftermath of shared intimacy leaves you feeling content and connected.

Overjoyed, Wrecker presses a lingering kiss to your forehead, hand sliding down your body to wrap back around you as he holds you close. Now he has you, he’s never going to let you go.

In the cocoon of his embrace, you slowly drift into a serene slumber, knowing you’ve found a sanctuary that feels like home in his arms.

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[letsquestjess]

The Bad Batch and Reuniting After Time Apart (TBB x GN!Reader)

Summary: It is inevitable you will have to spend time away from the Batch, but time apart makes your reunions all the sweeter.

Warnings: Mostly fluff. A little separation anxiety.

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Hunter

Although Hunter doesn't enjoy being away from you, he accepts that there will be times when it's necessary. When you get back, he greets you with the most endearing smile and a loving embrace. He seems collected on the surface, but deep down he is thrilled to be with you again. He squeezes you more than usual, his kisses linger a few seconds longer, and he can’t take his eyes off you, smiling like a fool when nobody is looking and basking in how his brothers and Omega greet you so warmly upon your return. 

On one occasion, you had to leave the group for a couple of months to help a friend. It was the longest you had been away since you had met them, and Hunter was secretly worried, but he trusted in your ability to handle whatever challenges you faced. He had seen your strength and determination countless times, so he just had to be patient. He busied himself with looking after his siblings and making sure they were cared for, silently hoping you would arrive back sooner than expected. Omega was the first to spot you when you returned, and she eagerly rushed over to say hello, followed by her brothers. For the first time, Hunter felt such an overwhelming sense of family and belonging that he had to fight back the tears. To conceal his wet lashes, he embraced you tightly and planted a tender kiss on your lips, welcoming you back, to your home and your family.  

Echo

Whenever you have to venture out alone without the team, Echo is determined to remain practical to stave off the rising concern about your safety. He creates a checklist and guides you through the potential dangers and escape plans. Emergency contacts follow the immediate potential perils, as well as call signals and safe spots in each sector of the galaxy. It gets to the point where you can recite them all before he does, finishing with a kiss on his cheek and a promise to stay safe. That is all he needs to settle his concerns, that one little promise. When you're expected to return, he waits for the others to greet you before finding a secluded spot for the two of you to talk in private. 

You received a call to attend to pressing matters concerning a loved one. Fortunately, you were able to maintain contact with Echo while away. Each night, as the stars drifted in their rotation, you both snuggled into your beds and talked for hours, sharing how your day had been and counting down the time until you could reunite. Upon the arrival of the much-awaited day, Echo ensured they reached the assigned port early and made extra arrangements to make sure they went unnoticed. You arrived to a whirlwind of smiles and hugs from his siblings, each of them eager to share their recent news and ask about your travels. Echo waited as the tales were exchanged, and once aboard ship, he found you both a private corner to embrace away the distance you had felt for the past few weeks. 

Wrecker

Wrecker absolutely despises being away from you, but damn he loves that first sight of you again after time apart. The swell of love that surges through him is only surpassed by the way it feels to have you back in his arms. Without fail, when you reunite, he runs towards you, lifts you off your feet, and spends the rest of the day with a huge grin on his face, unable to resist squeezing you tightly at every opportunity he gets. 

A complex mission required you both to split up for a few days, your separate skills needed with the other group. Deprived of any form of communication or assurance of your well-being, Wrecker fell silent, craving your presence and the serenity you always brought. Time seemed to crawl, but finally, you were reunited, and he held you as if you might vanish if he loosened his grip. Back on the ship and in his bunk, he engulfed you with his arms, his cheek touching the crown of your head as you recounted the progress of your mission, and eventually, you both drifted off to sleep, entangled in one another. 

Crosshair

Crosshair has a habit of hiding his emotions, but as you become closer, he starts to open up. When you have to go, he withdraws, fearing his brothers will mock him if he admits he misses you. Whenever you're gone, his mood plummets, not to the point of bothering his brothers, but enough for them to take notice. Rather than teasing him as he expects, they encourage him and cheer him up until you return. 

During a chaotic mission, with every risk and peril imaginable, you had been split up. You had only just been able to communicate that you were safe before the transmission cut completely. Despite your reassuring message, any calm within Crosshair melted. The mission was irrelevant; his sole focus was on ensuring your safety and he embarked on an almost self-sacrificial fight to find you. The moment he laid eyes on you he wrapped you in a tight embrace that made you fear something terrible had transpired in your absence. He pulled away slightly to place his forehead against yours, unconcerned about his siblings' judgments; the other half of his soul had returned safe and sound, and his family was back together again. 

Tech

When you're away, Tech does his best to maintain a sense of normalcy. He occupies himself with his projects until your presence returns and he no longer feels that something is missing inside him. He knows you'll only leave if it's absolutely necessary, and each time he wishes you well and ensures you're prepared, offering a comforting smile as you leave. 

You had left to visit some loved ones and would be away for some time. Tech felt fine at first, but after that month mark, he noticed himself growing irritable at the void inside his heart. Rather than letting it defeat him, he seized control and resolved to create something for you. He started making recordings just for you, capturing the tabletop games he played with his siblings during their hyperspace travels and the fascinating planets they explored. It reached the point where he made recordings while tinkering with his latest project on the ship, his voice filled with nostalgia and love, all but whispering those private thoughts into the aether in the hope you might hear them. The night of your return, he shared the recordings he made. When it reached the videos of him talking to himself about how he felt about you, you pulled him closer, smoothing the pads of your thumbs over his cheeks before you kissed him. 

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[jedipoodoo]

In The Garden Would You Trust Me? (Wrecker x Fem!Jedi!Reader)

This was written for @imarvelatthestars for the @cloneficgiftexchange Di, I hope you enjoy this one!

Notes: No warnings, Jedi reader, injured Wrecker, tending to injuries, self-disparaging Wrecker, discussion of trust, Wrecker feels bad about himself, but you're there to make him feel better.

"I am so in love with her right now," Wrecker held his head in his hands, keeping his head upright so that he wouldn't have to look away from his general. Your lightsaber cut through the droids that had ambushed them like shaak butter.

Tech coughed sharply and waved his flashlight, "Wrecker, eyes on me." He needed to see if his brother had another concussion. Wrecker hesitated, so Tech finally grabbed his chin, forcing his brother to let himself be examined.

"We've gotta get him out of here!" You were suddenly standing over them, and Wrecker stared at your hand on his shoulder, unaware of the dorky little smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

Hunter, however, didn't, and couldn't resist a conspiratorial grin beneath his helmet, "We can hold them off, can you get him to safety?"

Tech missed Hunter's intentions, "The general is the most formidable of all of us, if anyone is going to press forward with the mission is should be her-"

Hunter gripped Tech's shoulder tightly, "The general has the medical training to take care of Wrecker for now, but she doesn't have your prowess with technology."

"Hey!" You teased, though it was true. No one could best Tech's skills with hacking and reprogramming.

"Still, It would be quiet unorthodox if the general was unable to ensure the completion of the- ow!" Tech batted Hunter's hand from his shoulder.

You laughed softly, "A true leader protects their people," You said wisely, "Besides, if I can't count on you boys to take down this prison outpost, who can I trust?"

Wrecker felt a bit ashamed at that. Did you mean that you couldn't trust him? He did tend to get a little overexcited from time to time, but you always picked him to stand by your side and to stay with him to disarm any explosives you encountered on your missions. Had he been mistaken in thinking that meant that you trusted him?

Tech humphed, "Very well. Though we should move quickly, another wave of droids is making their way towards us."

You nodded and slung Wrecker's arm over your shoulder.

Surprisingly, the rest of his body followed, laid across your shoulders like the spoils of a hunt. If Wrecker hadn't been in love before, he was a goner now.

"See you at the rendezvous, boys!" You bid farewell to his brothers, and then Wrecker was flying.

He'd seen you use the force before; leaping to incredible heights, deflecting a hailstorm of blasterfire, calming the angriest gundarks, even making a tiny flower bloom right before his eyes, but it was another thing entirely to experience it for himself.

You'd explained it to him before: the force was an energy field that connected everything together. He could almost feel that energy field himself in this moment. The air around him tingled, like right before an explosion was primed to go off. Is this what you felt like all the time? It was exhilarating.

You came to a stop some klicks away from the Separatist outpost the others were supposed to infiltrate to find the Wookie prisoners and lay Wrecker down to rest against the trunk of a grand wroshyr tree

"How's your head?" You asked.

Wrecker shrugged, "Dizzy, but it doesn't hurt right now."

"Are you nauseous?"

Wrecker shook his head, and instantly regretted it, "Whoops, now I am."

You pushed him backwards until he was sitting on one of the large, exposed roots, and helped him lean forward to bring his head between his knees.

"Stay like that until it feels better, focus on this leaf and try not to think about throwing up." You placed said leaf on the ground between his feet, and as he looked at it, Wrecker felt his headache fading. You were a lot better at this medical thing that Tech was, more patient, more gentle.

"You're a good medic," He mumbled.

"Why thank you," You grabbed a stick that could serve as a temporary splint for his leg, comparing it to the size of his leg to see if it would hold.

"I wish you could be our medic all the time, you're way better than Tech." Wrecker continued, trying to focus on that one leaf like you'd said. It was still a little blurry, but it was getting better if he concentrated.

You giggled, "Then who'd be your general?"

"Hmm, good point." Wrecker hummed, "I like that you're my general."

You ducked your head, staring intently at his twisted ankle. "I do too, Wrecker."

Wrecker sat up. He couldn't hear very well with only one good ear, but your quiet tone sounded...off. You were never that quiet. Even when Hunter was trying to sleep, you always spoke in a more exaggerated whisper, always making sure Wrecker could hear.

"You okay, General?" he asked, not sure why he felt so shy. Was it true then? Did you really not trust him to do a good job and that's why you were always hovering next to him?

"Huh? Oh yeah, I'm fine!" You insisted. You tore a few strips of fabric from the hem of your robes, wrapping it around his leg as fast as you could.

"Yow!" You wrapped it a little too tightly, and Wrecker yanked his foot out of your grasp.

"Sorry! Sorry, I wasn't paying attention!" you blabbered out apologies, quickly unwrapping the bandage so that you could adjust it. You bit your lip, but your nerves had already spread to Wrecker, who anxiously tapped his fingers against the wroshyr roots while he waited for you to finish bandaging his ankle.

"General?" He started, trying to speak calmly so he wouldn't spook either of you again, "Do you trust me?"

Your hands froze, "Do I what?" Finally, you looked up, puzzlement in your radiant eyes.

Wrecker's heart did a summersault and he gulped.

"I know I can be a bit...a bit much, and sometimes I miss things that are obvious to people like Tech, but I just-"

Both your comms beeped insistently, interrupting Wrecker's heartfelt confession. It was Hunter.

"General, how are you and Wrecker?"

You answered with another curious glance at Wrecker, and he felt embarrassed for even asking.

"We're alright, Sergeant, we're out of danger and getting him all bandaged up."

"Good. The wookiee prisoners are free, and we've handed out the extra weapons we were able to carry."

Wrecker sighed heavily. He was missing all the action! What good was he all bandaged up and stuck on the sidelines? No wonder the General didn't trust him.

He stood up, with every intention of marching back to the outpost to help his brothers, to prove to you that he could be just as reliable as Tech or Hunter, but his ankle just wouldn't support his weight. It slipped out from under him, and he pitched forward.

"Woah!" You were under him in a second, arms wrapped around his torso to keep him from falling face-first into another complex root system.

"...Is everything alright?" Hunter asked over the comms.

"We're fine, hold the outpost for now, and wait for General Windu's regiment to meet you." You cut the comm, and adjusted your hold on Wrecker so that you could look up at him.

"I can't leave you alone for a second without you getting into trouble, can I?" You asked.

Wrecker tried to dig the toe of his boot into the dirt, "I don't mean to, general."

"I know you don't," You grinned at him, and kissed the tip of his nose.

Wrecker froze, heat gathering on his cheeks.

He wasn't thinking. He knew he wasn't, but he never had much of a filter in the first place.

"You're beautiful," He whispered.

Your face went bright red.

"Thank you," You said softly.

You were both silent as you helped him sit back on his throne of roots, and you knelt in front of him, squeezing his hands to grab his attention before his thoughts could start to wander again.

"I trust you Wrecker, I promise. More than even your brothers."

"More than Hunter?" Wrecker asked in surprise.

You nodded, "I promise. Never for a second think that I don't trust you, because I do. Why do you think I always ask you to be my backup every time we have to split up? It's because I know I can trust you to watch out for me the way I look out for you."

Wrecker rubbed the back of his neck with one hand, "Well, I trust you too, General." He said.

You sighed, and opened up your arms, "Get over here, you big goof," you wrapped your arms around his neck, and even before Wrecker could reciprocate, you pressed a kiss to the side of his head.

Wrecker enveloped you in his own arms, holding you close. He may not know exactly what this meant for the two of you, but he might have to get injured more often to find out.

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[imarvelatthestars]

Appetite

Pairings: established Wrecker x f!Reader

Content: smut; sex pollen; semi-public making out & getting caught, actual sex happens behind closed doors; p in v, no protection, oral (f receiving), fingering, pillow talk

Notes: this was mostly written like a full year ago during season 2 + I was inspired by these fics by @moodymisty & @boozeandbaddecisions

If there's one sound you love in the universe above all else, it's the sound of Wrecker's laugh, the one that comes from the depths of his belly and makes him throw his head back and his shoulders shake. The sound of the Marauder's engines soaring overhead is a very close second, though. By the time you guesstimate that the ship's docked and the crew is unloading, you're already out the door and rushing for the downtown hub as fast as you can go.

Your comm starts chirping about halfway there.

"Yeah?"

"Guess who's back?" Wrecker's deep, rumbling voice runs right through you and you can't help the shiver that starts between your shoulders. Maker, you missed him.

But you're grinning into your comm when you reply. "Is it my favorite person in the great big galaxy?"

"Ha! Ya got that right!"

"Tell Omega I said hi, then."

You can almost picture his expression - mouth agape, shocked, maybe just a tiny bit offended, but tickled all the same as you can tell when he starts chuckling. You're almost at Cid's by now and your heart is working triple time. You keep switching between speed walking, jogging, and borderline skipping, you're so excited to see him, but the result has you struggling to breathe with any sense of normalcy and it's obvious when you speak.

"Why're ya so outta breath?" he asks and you're not sure if you're making up the sudden gravelly weight to his voice or not. Surely he's always sounded that rich and deep? "Excited ta see me?"

He still gives you flutterbys, even after all these months of dating. He still makes your tummy feel all fuzzy and your heart out of rhythm and your brain so happy that you want to shout it from the rooftops.

"Maybe just a little," you huff. "I'm almost there. Where are you?"

The comm crackles and goes silent. You turn the corner and start down the alleyway to Cid's when the door hisses open and Wrecker steps outside. He has to duck under the lip of the doorjam to avoid hitting his head and it's silly, but it makes you feel all bubbly inside. It's somewhere between endearing and attractive that he's just that big. His shoulder armor makes him look even wider than he really is. The way it catches the light, the way he stands there, big and broad and handsome and yours.

His smile goes a little crooked and his good eye, you swear it looks darker than usual when he watches you. "Right here, babe."

Yeah, you got it bad.

You practically launch yourself into his waiting, open arms, throwing your own around his neck and nuzzling into the side of his neck as much as you can with his armor in the way. Wrecker sweeps you off your feet like it's nothing, but instead of twirling the pair of you around like he always does, he rests one hand across the expanse of your back and uses the other to guide your thigh up around his hip. It's the kind of intimacy he usually saves for behind closed doors, but you'd be a fool to question it. All that matters right now is him.

"I missed you," you murmur against his skin. "So much."

Electricity shoots up your spine as you find your other leg being slowly guided to wrap around his waist. His hands are roaming, pressing, kneading, searching for something that makes the flutter-bys in your stomach go haywire all over again.

"Wreck-"

A big, wet kiss lands right on your lips, but it's warm, sloppy, urgent, a far cry from the usual chaste kisses he gifts you in public. Things start adding up in the back of your mind as a hand settles under your rear to properly support you and the other curves around the nape of your neck. His tongue laves out across yours, licks along the rim of your mouth, all while he grumbles and grunts and sighs so hot and heavy into you that it leaves you feeling dizzy.

"Missed you more," he says with his forehead pressed to yours.

You nod dumbly. "I... I see that."

"Been waitin' ta touch ya all day." Wrecker's hands are careful and disciplined. He knows exactly how to use them for delicate matters, both on and off the battlefield. So when he presses his fingers into your hips and drops you down so your crotch rubs against his, digs you into his codpiece, you know it's on purpose. "Couldn't stop thinkin' 'bout ya."

Fuck, he wants you that bad? The alley sort of spins around you.

Your breath comes stuttering out of you when your hips are guided against his again. "Wreck." His mouth is leaving cool, wet trails up and down your neck. "Fuck, babe, we should get a room."

He shakes his head. "Can't wait."

Teeth graze over your pulse point and the hand on your ass squeezes, and suddenly you feel your back pressed against something hard, then your head. Then Wrecker's hand shoots out to brace himself against that hard something as his hips rock into you and you realize that he's pinned you against the alley wall.

"You're so pretty," he whispers. "You gonna let me touch ya?"

You're on the verge of snapping. You're a hairsbreadth away from throwing caution to the wind and saying 'yes', begging him to fuck you against the wall of Cid's bar until you can't even remember how to speak, because the fact that he's so desperate for you has your brain short-circuiting.

Your eyes flutter open and closed a couple times when a particularly strong wave of arousal washes over you. "Right here?" You can barely get the words out. "People might see-"

He growls, thrusts hard enough to painfully dig your hips against the wall, but your startled yelp gets swallowed by the hazy look in his eye and the smoky "Let 'em" that burns in his throat.

Some desperate variation of "please for the Maker's sake, just fuck me already" is on the tip of your tongue when the bar door opens. Wrecker doesn't even look away, too busy staring at you all slack jawed to care, but you do. And your stomach drops in the worst possible way because the entire batch is standing there. Tech is readjusting his goggles as he assesses the situation. He seems both surprised and unbothered. Echo's head has fallen into his hand where he's rubbing at his temples. Hunter, though, looks horrified, absolutely frozen in terror.

You smack Wrecker's chest, push him back as he moves to grind on you again, but he's not listening. And that's not like him at all.

"Wrecker, stop!"

That does the trick. He blinks and frowns and finally pulls away a bit. "What?"

You can't stop staring at Hunter and he can't stop staring at you. He looks like he's about ready to drop. And then, somehow, it gets worse.

Omega looks up at her brother, brow all furrowed and her finger tapping at her mouth. "Um, what's Wrecker and Auntie-"

"Nothing." You've never heard Hunter squeak before. He's also never looked at you or Wrecker like he wants to seriously maim you, so it's all kind of new territory. "They were... hugging."

Your legs drop from around Wrecker's waist and he moves to stand slightly behind you as you both turn to face the group. He's looking everywhere but at them, scratching at his face and his neck and shifting from foot to the other, and you really wish that the ground would just open up and swallow you whole because this is truly the worst thing that's ever happened to you.

Omega wrinkles her nose. "I've never seen a hug like that before."

Tech raises a finger just before he opens his mouth and you've never wanted to hit someone more than you do right now. "That is because-"

"Because nothing," Echo snaps, acting as if he didn't just smack his brother in the gut to keep him from finishing his sentence. "They were just heading back to your aunt's flat. Weren't they?"

When you nod affirmatively, you almost hurt yourself with how much force is behind it. "Y-Yeah. Yeah, c'mon, Wreck." The big guy barely moves when you grab at his arm and try to lead him away. "We'll see you later. Probably. Just. Um, yeah. My place. Let's go."

The next few minutes are a bit of a blur as you try to urge Wrecker to follow you out of the alley and onto the main street. You can feel the batch's eyes on you as you go, you can feel your heartbeat in your fingertips, and you can feel Wrecker become more and more withdrawn with each passing second. Even after Cid's place is far behind you, he remains silent with his head bowed and his face crumpled.

Something's off. He always listens to you when you're intimate, he's always so aware of your comfort and pleasure, always asking before doing, so the fact that you could barely snap him out of it at the bar is strange. On its own, you might think that he's just in a funk or maybe really in his head, but then you think about how he touched you before you got caught. He would have taken you in that alley in a heartbeat and apart from his brothers, he probably wouldn't have even cared who saw. And you don't fully know why, but there's a feeling caught behind your sternum that tells you he's not himself right now. Somehow...

"Wreck?" He's not looking at you when you finally find the courage to toss a glance his way. The line of his jaw has gone more rigid than normal and his shoulders and arms are more tense than you've ever seen them. "Hun? What is it?"

He doesn't answer. Your stomach starts to sink.

"Wrecker?"

He grunts this time, but nothing else.

Your hand shoots out and pulls on his arm hard enough to make his entire torso jolt. "Talk to me," you start, but you barely get the sentence out before he's stalking forward. He's basically ignoring you now. "Wrecker. Wrecker!" You actually have to jog to catch up with him. "What the hell? What are you doing?"

His response is pushed out through gritted teeth. "Goin' back ta your place." It's only now that you see his hands have balled into trembling fists.

Something is very, very not right, you're sure of it now.

"Baby, please, talk to me. What's wrong? Is it because of the boys? I promise they're not actually angry with us, I think we just startled them. And... Omega will be okay. I don't think she actually saw an-"

The air goes cold when Wrecker suddenly turns and steps into you, crowding into you so you have to crane your head back as far as it'll go to see him properly. "Don't talk 'bout my vode right now." The vein in his jaw is ticking. "I don't... don't wanna think 'bout them right now."

"Why?"

There's a moment of calm where the wind sighs between the nearby buildings and the sun shines soft, warm light on the crown of your head, and then the world is tilting upside down and your head is spinning and you can't quite figure out how you got yourself flung over Wrecker's shoulder like a sack of summer tubers.

His name comes giggling out of you, half startled, half flustered. Then his hand drifts up the back of your thigh and rubs a very conspicuous pattern into the swell of your ass.

"Gonna finish what I started in that alley," he growls.

There's something about the fact that you seem to weigh nothing to him, how easily he manhandled you over his shoulder that has your stomach twisting into knots. Whatever's gotten into him has apparently rewired his brain so all he's thinking about is sex. It shouldn't be as hot as it is. It should be a little concerning. You should be questioning him more than you are, trying to figure out if he's okay, but... then you think about how he cornered you at the bar and dragged his codpiece against you and your head is reeling all over again. Fuck, you want him so bad. You want him to finish what he started. And every jostle of his shoulder armor into your lower stomach is only spurring you on.

By the time you reach your flat, your body's gone hot. It's not enough that you feel feverish, but you definitely want out of your clothes as soon as possible. For more reasons than one.

The main door chimes open, then you're getting hauled up the stairs, elevator be damned. Your keypad beeps a couple times when Wreck enters in the wrong code, but he figures it out a moment later. The world ducks down as he passes under the frame.

You start to open your mouth. 'My room,' you want to say. 'Want you so bad. Take your amor off. Touch me.' You never quite get the chance.

Instead of heading for your room, he pivots toward the dinner table and starts swiping things off. Your data pad thunks on the floor, papers and pens are everywhere, something fragile makes a cracking sound, and then you're flopping down hard onto the wood.

"Wrecker!" you yelp. The base of your skull is starting to throb a bit. And as you gaze up at him, limbs akimbo and body too hot, he starts ripping off his codpiece. "What's gotten into you?"

His hands go to your thighs and spread you open as far as you'll go. " 's all I can think about," he grunts as he starts tearing at your bottoms. "Wanna feel ya, bury myself in your pretty little cunt."

Oh, fucking Maker, if he keeps talking like that, you're gonna make a mess. Your eyes are already rolling back as it is.

"Don't know why I want ya so bad. 's like I'll die if I can't have ya."

He fists two halves of your bottoms and pulls, and your clothes rip right down the middle. His name comes shrieking out of you again as he does the same to your underthings. You're trying to scold him for ruining some of your nicest things when his thumb runs over your clit, shooting sparks and white hot pleasure through every nerve in your body, and then it slips inside you and you swear you ascend to another reality for the briefest of moments.

There's a glint to his eye now that you've never seen before, like he's lost whatever patient, careful part of him that usually keeps him in check. Right now he looks like he's going to devour you. His face is all hard lines and furrowed brows and pure hunger.

Your clothes are still half hanging off your knees when he dips down tongue first and takes a taste of you. You don't scream, but Maker help you, if he keeps doing what he's doing, you might actually have to.

Wrecker's always been clever with his hands. And his tongue. He's always known how to make a mess of you, how to use his desire for everything you might possibly give him and turn it into an act of devotion between your legs, but this? This is different. This is beyond desperate, beyond devotion. This is pure and honest lust of the kind you've never seen him act on. Is it bad it just makes you wetter for him?

He moves suddenly and his hand shifts so he's hitting you from a different angle, and the entire universe blinks out of existence for a single moment stretched out for an eternity. Your throat pricks painfully and your eyes squeeze shut as you realize you're the one screaming, the one coming all over the table, all over his face.

You're still trembling, still haven't even recovered or finished when he retreats and starts tugging the waistband of his blacks down. He doesn't stop to whisper sweet nothings, he doesn't pause to offer you a taste of yourself. Instead, he spreads your thighs again, hands splayed out across the backs of your knees, and quickly slicks himself with your arousal before finally pushing into you with that same desperate, hungry expression. In a daze, you reach down to spread your lips a bit for him and suddenly he's fully sheathed in your heat, his head knocking so deep and hard against that fucking spot that you almost come a second time.

Maybe you do, you're not entirely sure. All you can tell is that your body is shaking and he feels so, so good, you never want him to stop, you never want to be apart from him, you only need his cock, his hands, his mouth, any part of you he's willing to give and you'll take it all.

He's looming over you now, teeth bared and rutting into you as if his life depends on it. The edges of his armor dig into your thighs and somehow that makes it all even more erotic, knowing that he couldn't wait to be inside you, knowing that his armor is going to smell like you, that this big fucking hunk of a man has chosen you, wants you above anyone else.

"Say my name," he begs as your thighs shake around him. "Gotta... gotta hear you."

You can't breathe, can't think. Everything is hot and wet and rough. The world could be crumbling around you and all you would know is the pleasure of his cock stretching you open and the vulgar squelching of your cunt as he hits home again and again.

Your voice is wrecked. You can barely get his name out between your whimpers and moans and half-swallowed shrieks.

Wrecker puts a hand on your collarbone, his fingers stretching from the hollow of your throat to the back of your shoulder. His eyes are barely open. "Again."

You're fucking close.

"Wrecker."

His grimace turns into a smile into a shudder and the hand at your collarbone shifts, grips the curve of your shoulder and pushes you down onto him. "My... my girl," he pants. "All mine... That's it, that's... fuck."

Electricity goes sparking up your spine as he starts bucking his hips faster, harder. His words fade away until they're nonsensical, punctuated with stuttered swears and guttural moans of your name, of "please" and "yeah" and "almost".

And he tears another rush of pleasure from you, makes you keen and cry and beg for more until words lose their meaning and the only thing you can feel, the only thing you can think about, is him, inside you, on top of you, panting and rutting and taking everything he desires, over and over again.

The sun has long since set and the moon risen high above Ord Mantell when you finally get the answer to your unspoken question. (You were, after all, a little too busy being fucked within an inch of your life to ask it.) Wreck's comm chirps and then Tech's voice flares to life in the quiet of your bedroom.

"I believe you may have been doused with the pollen of a particularly volatile plant on our last mission. Have you experienced any-"

"Aw, Tech, who cares? I'm fine."

Your elbow nudges against his ribs. "Let him talk," you chide. "I want to hear."

The rolling of his eyes isn't visible, but you can practically hear it. He relents, though. For you. One of his arms falls snugly around your shoulders so he can pull you closer. "Alright, fine. G'head."

A kiss is pressed to your temple.

"Thank you. As I was saying, based on your earlier behavior at Cid's, I believe you may be experiencing other side effects. Is your libido heightened?"

Wrecker complains so loudly that you fear he'll wake the whole city. But he's not the only one. You can just make out the sound of either Hunter's frantic, "Really? In front of the kid?", which only serves to send you into a fit of giggles. Poor Omega.

Sex pollen. That's the diagnosis Tech finally settles on, and it makes sense, really. It does. But it's also kriffing hilarious.

"You should get high off sex pollen more often," you tell your lover as he leans down to kiss you again.

He grunts in a noncommittal sort of way. "I dunno." He shakes his head. "I could've hurt ya."

And that, more than anything, makes your heart completely melt. Through the darkened expanse of your room, your hand finds his cheek and pulls to keep him close. "Is that what you're worried about?"

"Yeah," he replies, and it's a soft and tender thing.

"You could never. I know you. I trust you. And..." You swallow a little nervously, suddenly shy in the face of your honesty. "I liked it. Feeling like, like you had to have me or you'd just kinda lose it? It was hot."

It's clear the admission takes him by surprise, but you're at a serious disadvantage - without any light to study him by, you can't read his expression and see how he really feels.

"I mean, I was mostly kidding about the pollen thing," you admit when the room stays silent for a beat too long. "I always think you're hot, hun. I love sex with you. I didn't mean that I don't, I just. You kept making me come and kept touching me, and it was so..." All of that is true, but it feels like the wrong thing to say. Suddenly, finding your voice feels like the hardest thing in the world. "You didn't hurt me, Wreck. You made me feel like the most important, most desirable woman alive. You made me feel things I didn't even know I could feel. I don't even know how many times I came, but it was good. I... I hope you don't regret it."

You almost wonder if he does, if he wishes he'd never cornered you in that alley. But then... A hand reaches for yours, his thumb rubs circles into the meat of your palm, and you feel the warmth of his breath on your cheek.

"You're sure?"

"I promise."

The pillow rustles under the weight of his head. "I... I did like it. Seein' ya all fucked out."

It's embarrassing how immediately your body reacts to him. He's hardly touching you and you've already been fucked senseless, but still your stomach is flaring to life with arousal at this one simple admission.

"Yeah?"

You ask it as innocently as possible, but Wrecker's smart. He knows you. Probably too well, at this point.

"Heh. Yeah, I did." The pillow rustles again, then the sheets, and then he's kissing you, lazy and clumsy and sweet. "Wouldn't mind seein' ya like that again."

Arms brace around his neck and broad, strong hands find the dips in your waist, and another dozen kisses are shared. Then another dozen. And another.

The pollen seems to have worked its way out of his system, but that doesn't mean his appetite is fully sated. That doesn't happen until the wee hours of the morning, long after he's pried every ounce of your pleasure from you, left you lingering on his tongue like a delicacy only he can afford.

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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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𝕟𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕤, 𝕛𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕨𝕣𝕖𝕔𝕜𝕖𝕣 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕓𝕚𝕘 𝕒𝕣𝕞𝕤 ⋆*･ﾟ

And how he loves to wrap them around you fully during the night.

One slithers to find a resting spot around your middle and then slips under your shirt, tracing patterns with his thumb over your skin as he falls asleep. Warm and large, all calloused but all soft hands holding you devoutly, just as gentle as the rest of him; the grounding feeling allows you to sink into the mattress and sleep soundly for a full night.

There are times you reach with your hand and place it above his, lazily interlocking your fingers and tracing your own patterns on his skin. A silent exchange between two people so enamored with the other, so in sync barely anything has to actually be spoken.

Wrecker with his large, open arms being the big spoon. While it just makes the most sense, considering his total stature, fuck if hes not obsessed with you being his little jetpack. Feeling the tightening of his muscles once he feels your small arms wrap around his middle and snuggle up real close into his back. Place your chin on his shoulder and a closed-mouth kiss against his neck as a goodnight kiss. He'll never sleep more soundly in his life.

But yeah, arms. Wrapping around you when you twitch in your sleep from a nightmare. Cradling you better than anything else in the world, holding you as something so precious and irreplaceable. Because to him, you are. One of the most special things to him he wouldn't trade for all the finest food. The moment he gets to lay claim on you as his, gets to hold you in his arms like this, he's never going to let go.

He's your big boy who's always got open arms for you.

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[bring-backup-99]

Charming to Hold

PAIRING: Wrecker x fem reader

SUMMARY: Tech leaves you alone with Wrecker, and though he needs a little encouraging to give you what you want, you and Wrecker FUCK.

WORDS COUNT: 3436

RATING + WARNINGS: 18+, very spicy, porn with minimal plot, PiV, teasing, oral, stimulation with breasts, sexual teasing, questionable dirty talk, blow job, getting manhandled

NOTES: This is installment twenty-one of my reverse harem “Bad Choices” smutlet series on Ao3. I wrote it when I got a request for more Wrecker smut. Although it’s written in second person, my heroine has a very established relationship with the Batch.

“The Tease”

You’re lying naked on your stomach. Wrecker’s fingers are gently running up and down your back. You’ve spent most of the night like this, either snuggled into his arms or him gently touching you, until you’d fallen asleep.

Earlier that evening, Tech had received a comm from Hunter and had to leave abruptly, but he’d left Wrecker behind, which was highly unusual. You’d never been alone with any of them except Tech.

And this was nice. It’s now a toss up whether or not Tech stays in bed, so Wrecker’s desire for quiet, intimate time has not been indulged recently.

Wrecker is always so gentle with you, but you’re starting to get a little antsy. You turn and wrap yourself around him, hoping he’ll touch you in a different way, but he just drapes his arm over your waist and uses the other to pillow your head.

The morning light is giving his body a particularly beautiful golden hue, and you can’t help but wonder how you got so lucky with these four. Overwhelmed, you kiss him, hard, with longing. You retrieve his hand and press it to your breast. He groans into your mouth, his fingers circling your nipple. You feel his cock twitch against you, but he pulls away slightly, as if embarrassed.

“Hey,” you whisper, “What’s wrong?”

“Tech’s not here.”

“And we aren’t doing anything we wouldn’t do if he was. Well, I do have some errands to run.” That gets a smile from him. “I’m being serious!” you laugh. “We’re going out today.” You stroke his face. “Did you ask him to leave you here? Did you tell him you wanted some time with me?”

“No, he wouldn’t understand.”

You laugh a little. “Oh, I think he understands. And I think he left you here on purpose because of that. So, what would you like to do?” you ask as you snuggle closer again. “And I really hope fucking me is an option.”

He makes a non-committal noise.

You kiss him, keeping your hands chaste but making no apologies for what your thigh is doing. You pause.

“Do you want me to stop?”

“No.” His answer is fast. If he’d hesitated, you would have stopped entirely. “I j’st…I worry I’ll hurt you. I did that first time.” He looks pained.

You can’t with how sweet he is. “I wasn’t used to you yet. Now we’ve spent a lot of time together. And even that first time, you watched Tech fuck me and you liked that, didn’t you?” You feel a little wicked mentioning it. “You came watching him be rough with me. Have you ever fantasized about having me like that?” His growing bulge answers that question.

“Let me know what you think of this.” You slide down his body, pushing him onto his back and releasing his erection from his briefs. He watches you as you lie between his legs, propped up on one of his thighs. You lean over and lick a path from his balls to the tip, smiling as he groans.

“First, I think you should go down on me, take your time, get my pussy soaking wet. And then when I’m ready, I’m going to get on my hands and knees and you’re going to slide this thick cock into me, slowly, just once, to see how much of you I can take.”

You kneel and press his cock between your not-particularly-ample breasts, but they’re clearly enough, as his eyes practically roll back into his head.

“And then, we’re going to go out and run those errands, and I’m going to touch you every time no one is looking, and maybe sometimes when they are, until you have a hard time walking. And when we get back here, I think you won’t want to hold back.” You slowly move so your breasts stimulate his shaft. “I think we walk in, and you’re going to bend me over that couch and fuck me. I think you’ll leave bruises on my hips, and I won’t care. And when you’re done, I’m going to suck your cock until you’re hard again, and you’re going to fuck me until I can’t walk.” You lick his cockhead with just the tip of your tongue until he’s quivering.

“When was the last time you got to really fuck someone, Wrecker? To absolutely pound into a willing pussy? Because, I need you to fuck me until I scream for mercy.” Your tongue swirls around the head and then you release him. You come up onto your knees and slide your hand between your legs. Moments later, he has you on your back, tongue buried inside you.

You let him go slow, you let him do it the way he wants, until you realize you’re getting close, and you stop him. You roll onto your stomach and shakily come up onto your hands and knees.

“Just one stroke, Wrecker. Just so you know how deep you can go.” He practically whimpers in acknowledgment. You feel the head of his cock enter you, and you moan encouragement. He stops, groaning at how tight and hot you feel around him. You push back until you truly can’t take anymore of him, then you pulse your pussy around his cock and hear him pant in pleasure. It takes all your willpower to slide off of him.

“Let’s get those errands run,” you smile. Then with a bit of an edge, “And if you come before me, we will have a problem.”

*

“Not Quite Wrecked”

By the time you get back, Wrecker can barely walk. He’s holding bags in front of him, because even with a long tunic on, his erection is causing trouble.

From the moment you’d left the apartment, you’d taken every opportunity to tease and taunt him. You’d stopped immediately on the street to fumble with something in your satchel and rubbed it against him, while mumbling graphic descriptions of the ways that you wanted him to fuck you.

At market stalls, you’d pressed yourself to him, a stray hand touching his length while you pointed at something else. You gave him a little respite when you stopped for food, but then you sat next to him, running your hand up his thigh and giving him a few squeezes until he couldn’t focus on what he was eating. You drew everything out so he was desperate and squirming when you told him it was time to return home. And, even then, you’d pulled him into a dark alley corner and slid your hands into his pants to bring out his long cock and lick your tongue around the head.

When you’d heard him whine, you knew he was ready. Ready to do what you want. You’d done what they wanted, what they needed, because it closely aligned with your own desires, but now you will have Wrecker the way you want. You don’t need him to be gentle, not the way you sometimes want Tech to be gentle. You want him hard and feral. You know he is more than his size and strength. You’ve given that affection and acknowledgment to him, and now you need these things that he is afraid to give you.

You’d let go of him. “Come fuck me, Wrecker. Fuck me until I’m the one who can’t walk.” And then you’d led the way home.

When the door closes behind you, you can tell he wants you so bad, it’s palpable. Your hands are already pulling down his pants, helping him out of his clothes, releasing his desperate cock, pouring lube over him so he’s ready. He brings you up into a soft kiss and his hand fumbles with your shirt.

“Rip it.” It’s not a suggestion. He groans as the fabric tears, as he does the same to the cloth over your legs, as your panties split at the barest show of his strength. You’re naked and needy in front of him; the hunger in your eyes is undeniable. And finally he lifts you, so easily, your arms wrapping around his neck. He turns, putting your back against the door, your body feeling small next to his; then, with his hands under your thighs, he presses you up, like you weigh nothing, so your legs are on his shoulders.

“Kriff,” you shout in surprise.

“Gotta taste you again first,” he smiles at you. His tongue immediately thrusts in, filling you, and your back arches. Your hand strokes along his scar, as he sucks at your clit, two fingers sliding into you, making you see stars. Gods, it’s so tempting to just stay like this.

“So good, Wrecker, so good,” your murmur to him, eye fluttering as he kisses your pussy like it’s your mouth. “But I need your cock,” you whine. “I need that long, thick cock.

He doesn’t need more encouragement; bringing you back down, he hooks your knees over his forearms, spreading you wide. Your arms wrap around his neck. You feel the thick head of his cock press to your wet entrance and then he lets you fall onto him.

You both are overwhelmed with sudden pleasure and need a moment to adjust, pressed to his strong chest. It takes all of his self control to keep from coming in you immediately. He turns, so he’s leaning his back against the door. Slowly he starts moving you up and down on his cock as you start moaning filthy encouragement to him.

“Yeah, fuck that tight pussy, Wrecker. I’m so wet for your huge cock. I want every inch of you. Give it to me,” you beg. Wrecker is the largest man you’ve had by far. He fills you completely, almost to the point of pain, but you stay right at that precipice because he’s so careful.

“Maker, you feel so good,” he groans into your ear, moving you a little faster. You shudder and whimper in satisfaction; your pussy filled, stretched, and overstimulated. He stops for a moment, moving you off him, and you start to mutter protests, but he manhandles you so your back is pressed to his chest, legs still spread, before plunging himself into you. His cockhead makes immediate impact with your g-spot and you can barely muffle a scream of pleasure. He moves one hand up your thigh, collecting your excitement from his shaft, and then starts stroking his fingers around your clit. Your whole body stiffens back in an unexpectedly violent reaction. Your hands grip his arms in a vice. “Y’re going to come for me, come on my big cock.”

“Yes, fuck, yes, Wrecker, yes, I’m going to come for you,” you gasp out just as the orgasm overwhelms your body. He groans as your pussy tightens and you spasm around him. He keeps moving you, but brings you up shallow so he can hit your g-spot again. It’s possible you black out, absolutely overcome by all the sensations in your body. You know you were practically screaming his name. As you drift down from the climax, he adjusts you so your legs close, and you’re even tighter around him. One hand under your knees and the other on your back, he moves you faster up and down his length, his strong arms barely looking like they’re doing any work; your arms reaching up, so you can cling to him.

“Fuck, I’m going to come.” That he lasted this long after what you’d done to him today is a marvel. He lifts you off and puts you down. You turn as fast as you can in your altered state, capturing his shaft between your breasts again, working him, pressing your tongue to the head, making him cry out. You look up at him as he moans, “So good. Fuck, so good.” 

He pushes you down a little, so he can wrap the tip of his cock in his hand as his orgasm starts, keeping his cum on your chest instead of your face. You quiver as his climax vibrates through you, and you are both gasping, still against your door, having not made it past five feet into your rooms.

*

“Sweet Dreams”

“Kriff, that was good.” Wrecker is sprawled out on your couch and you lie on top of him, one of his hands stroking along your chest, the other with a firm hold of an ass cheek.

“We’re not done,” you say, from the crook of his neck.

“J’st…j’st give me a minute.” He pulls you in closer.

“Promises were made, Wrecker.”

“I didn’t make any promises.”

“No, I did. So gather your strength…Unless you don’t want to. If you can’t, uh, go again.”

He laughs. “Don’t worry. I can go all night.”

“Promise?” you smirk.

“Yeah.”

You wrap your arms around his neck and pull yourself up while kissing a trail along his neck, his jawline, ending at his soft lips. Lazily, you run your tongue around his mouth, the barest hint of your taste still present. He moans as your tongues meet. You feel his cock twitch under you.

“Sit up.” He does, moving you with him, not breaking the kiss, arranging you to straddle his waist. But you have other ideas, as you slide down until you’re kneeling between his legs.

“Y’ don’t have to.”

You look at him, smirk, “I’m fully aware.”

Even in its present state, Wrecker’s cock is daunting. You won’t be able to take much into your mouth now, and when he’s fully hard you’ll have to be careful because of the real danger of your teeth grazing him. And he’s hardening fast just from looking at you. No time for teasing or going slow.

You lean forward and lap your tongue at his head before opening wide to let him fill your mouth.

“Kriff,” he groans, his hand softly stroking through your hair. You suck on his growing cock, massaging it gently with your tongue, your mouth working up and down what you can take of his length. When he’s rock hard, you stroke his shaft while lavishing attention on his head.

“You’re so good to me, Wrecker. Thank you for this.” You start giving him long licks up and down his length.

“Mmmm…I like that,” he whispers. He basks in the sweet sensations for a little longer, before leaning over and pulling you up onto his lap, his cock between you. “C’mere,” he groans before turning his attention to your breasts.

Every caress of his mouth and fingers on your nipples send shocks of pleasure into your core. Your breasts have always been an odd blind spot with Tech, so you enjoy Wrecker’s soft touch on that sensitive skin.

“So good. You’re so good,” you repeat, unable to form more words, desperate to heap praise on him, kissing his head, running your hands along his neck and face. “You take such good care of me. You always give me what I want.” Your head falls back and you cry out as he applies the barest amount of teeth to a hardened nipple. “Can you…Can you keep doing that while I ride you?”

He grunts an affirmative as, with his help, you lift and slowly sink down on him. You hold his hands so he has to let you take as much of him as you can, so that every inch of you is filled.

You moan as you rock against him, releasing his hands so one can return to a breast and the other an ass cheek. You start to move a little more, up and down on him, carefully, so as not to jar yourself, savoring every sensation that you can draw out. You’ve never felt so full, so stretched. It gives you a strange feeling of satisfaction.

His kisses make their way up your chest, along your neck. He nibbles on your ear, making both of you giggle, then he cups your jaw in his big hand, claiming your mouth, your sighs and moans. You rock in a blissful rhythm, your bodies tight together, arms wrapped around each other.

You hear his breath turn deeper, more uneven. “Are you close?” you whisper, looking into his eyes.

“Getting there,” he admits.

“I need one more thing. Will you do it for me? One more thing to make me feel good?”

“Anything.” It’s a breathy promise. “I love this.”

“I want you from behind.” He groans at the memory of it. “It felt so amazing. I want that. I want you to hold my hips and claim my body for tonight. Can you do that for me, please?” You press kisses to his face.

“Yes.” Just a whisper, just a beautiful word of acquiescence.

With his help, you shakily rise from his lap and come down on your hands and knees in front of him. He moves to the edge of the couch, leaning forward, then his hands lift your hips and bring you up so he can slide into you. You sigh in anticipation of him, fast, hard, taking away all your thoughts. It’s what you’d envisioned and fantasized about.

Instead, as he enters you, he rolls his hips up, stimulating you in a way you hadn’t imagined, his cockhead pressing against your g-spot as he slides in. You nearly lose control of your limbs as he does it again. Your moans of pleasure are loud, almost shouts, as he keeps up his pleasurable pace.

“D’ you like that? That feel good?”

“Oh gods, Wrecker. Yes. Yes.” It’s not the hard fucking you’d wanted. It’s better. It fills you and makes you shiver in excitement. You precariously balance on one arm and reach back to his hand gripping your hip. You slide your fingers under his, intertwining them, holding him. “Make me yours tonight.”

He’s getting closer. His breathing is heavy as he tries to keep control, but your loud cries of encouragement help to push him closer. His body begs for release. His thrusts become rougher, his pace erratic. You push back hard on him, meeting his broken rhythm, slamming him into you, and he cries out in surprise.

He tries to hold you, to stop you, but it’s half-hearted. He’s so close and feeling you tight around him is all he wants.

Filthy encouragement falls from your mouth. “Fuck me, Wrecker. Your cock feels so good in me. Fuck me.”

He’s too far gone to deny you. He lifts your hips with him as he stands from the couch, an arm wraps around your waist so that he can angle you to begin pumping hard.

Your body ragdolls in response to the overwhelming sensations of pleasure, twinges of pain, and satisfaction. Your chest falls forward to the floor, your arms under you. He plows into you, as your tight pussy brings him closer and closer to his climax.

You’re almost screaming. It’s too much, it’s not enough, it’s everything you want. He rams into you again, and your whole body shudders. You lose thoughts, as he fills you again and again, until he utters a loud moan and pulls out of you. You feel his hot cum on your back, as, gasping, he pumps his cock empty.

Gently, he lowers you down then uses his shirt to clean you, helping you onto your back. Your body is limp, unable to move. He lies over you, pressing kisses to your face and down your body, until he’s kissing between your legs. You moan, wanting to tell him not to overwhelm you more, but you can’t move to stop him, as his tongue caresses your clit. He’s so gentle, taking his time, the sweet pleasure breaking through your overstimulated senses until your back is arching, your hands fluttering around his head, soft noises of happiness coming from your lips. The orgasm begins slowly and then builds until it consumes you, and you cry out his name.

*

You lie in his arms. He’s been asleep for awhile, fully spent by your time together, his heavy breath in your ear. Tentatively, you get out of bed. You can still walk but barely. In the ’fresher, you look at yourself in the mirror. Bruises are already blooming from Wrecker’s grip on your body. You apply bacta. You don’t want Wrecker to see, and none of the other men need to see them either.

In the morning, you wake to Wrecker’s kisses worshiping you, worrying over the marks you missed in the night.

“Shhh, it’s fine. I’m fine.” You reassure him.

He holds you gently.

“I hope Tech lets us do this again.”

“Oh, I think he will,” you smile. And you are right.

*

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[nahoney22]

Hello! I was wondering if I could request a SFW wrecker/reader fic? I had an idea where they're stranded in a blizzard and have to take shelter in an abandoned house, but there's only one bed. Cuddles ensue. Pre or post relationship! Thank you in advance :DD

My Choice is Always

Wrecker X GN!Reader

word count: 2.2k

One Bed? Snow storm? That could only mean one thing.

warnings: lots of fluff! Mutual pining, pre relationship, minor injury to reader and also minor mention of nudity (depends on how you read it though, nothing happens), cuddles and kisses. Gender neutral reader.

authors note: so sorry for the wait anon! Absolute sucker for a share a bed trope.

The frigid air pierced your bones, sending shivers down your spine and causing your lips to chap in the unforgiving gusts of wind. With each step, you battled through a daunting wall of snow, reaching depths of at least seven feet.

Hoth, a planet you had once dreamed of visiting, had become a reality, albeit under less desirable circumstances. This visit was not by choice, nor was it during a time when the planet showcased its awe-inspiring beauty like you had seen on holopictures. Instead, you found yourself in the midst of the worst snowstorm you had ever encountered.

"W-Wrecker," you managed to utter, your teeth chattering uncontrollably, while your arms clung desperately to your coat, offering little respite from the biting cold. "How much farther?"

"Tech said a few more klicks south! You hangin' in there?" Wrecker's voice came through his helmet, the snow mercifully unable to sting his skin like it did yours.

"I've certainly had better days," you responded, a wry laugh escaping your lips. "F-freaking freezing!"

Wrecker emitted a sigh of agreement, adjusting his pace to accommodate your slower stride. It was just the two of you, having split from the rest of the boys and Omega on this stupid mission. All to recover a lost artifact for one of Cid's clients which you knew the pay would be less than adequate. Wrecker however, always caring, frequently checked in on you, a habit you were much grateful for.

You had long been aware of Wrecker's affection for you, and truth be told, you reciprocated those feelings. Strongly. However, you had hoped for a more romantic setting to explore the depths of your connection. Instead, you found yourselves locked in a relentless battle against a blizzard, with no end in sight.

As luck would have it, the situation managed to deteriorate even further. With each step you took, anticipating the soft cushion of snow beneath your feet, you instead encountered an unforgiving thick slab of ice. Slipping on it, it sends you hurtling forward with your ankle twisting uncomfortably upon impact.

A cry of pain escaped your lips, immediately drawing Wrecker's attention. "What happened? Are you okay?" Wrecker's eyes darted over you, his worry palpable is his tone.

You gritted your teeth, clutching your injured ankle as if it would dull the throbbing pain. "I'll survive," you sighed, though the lack of conviction in your voice betrayed you. "But I think I've sprained my ankle."

Wrecker muttered a quiet curse under his breath and contacted the rest of the team to inform them of the situation. Kindly, they did ask about your well-being, but you had no choice but to admit that for you to continue with this mission was a no-go.

"I've marked your location, and there's a settlement just east of where you are now. It should provide shelter for the night," Tech relayed calmly. "Given the treacherous conditions, it's best for all of us to find a place to stay until morning."

"I agree with Tech," Hunter's voice chimed in through the transmission. "We can't push through this weather any longer. Let's all find shelter for the night."

And so, that became the new plan. The only problem was that you couldn't exactly move forward at all.

"I've got you," Wrecker responded to your unspoken thoughts however, his large hands sliding underneath you as he effortlessly lifted you into his arms.

Despite the unpleasant weather and the pain throbbing in your ankle, you couldn't help but find this gesture somewhat romantic. "Are you sure you want to carry me? We don't even know how f-far this place is!" You shouted over a fierce gust of wind that felt like a slap to your face.

Wrecker chuckled behind his bucket, adjusting his grip to secure you more comfortably. "I'll always carry you when you need it."

A swarm of butterflies erupted in your chest at his words, but fortunately, you were already in his arms, sparing you from a potentially embarrassing swoon on the ground.

After a few minutes of walking, you both caught sight of a sizable structure in the distance, undoubtedly the shelter Tech had pinpointed. Wrecker forcefully and of course impressively kicked open the door, to which was already partially unhinged.

The building appeared weather-beaten and worn, but it offered much-needed shelter. Carefully setting you down, you steadied yourself against the wall while he quickly gathered chairs, dressers, and a table to barricade the door, ensuring as much protection and security as possible.

"Maker, it's colder in here than out there," you shivered even despite the absence of wind and snow.

Fortunately, your eyes landed on something promising—a fireplace. "Don't suppose ya have anything to light it with?" Wrecker inquired. You rummaged through your damp coat pockets, and to your relief, you found a box of matches.

"H-here," you replied through chattering teeth, tossing the matches to him. Wrecker effortlessly caught them, crouching down in front of the fireplace to ignite a flame.

"That should warm things up," he stated, rising to his feet and removing his helmet, placing it aside and rubbed his hands together in front of the crackling fire. You nodded in agreement, and his gaze shifted to you, filled with concern. "You look freezing, cyare." You tried to ignore the endearment, but a flush spread across your cheeks, conveniently attributing it to the cold.

"I am," you dryly laughed, as he approached you and gently guided you toward the fire with his arm around your waist. He fetched an old dusty chair and helped you sit down. "Thanks, Wrecker." You smiled up at him but frowned when realising that there was only one chair available— the one you occupied—while the other was pressed against the door. So, Wrecker settled himself on the floor.

"Is that comfy down there? We can switch if you want."

"Nah, don't be silly. I'm alright!" Wrecker grinned up at you, rubbing his hands together by the fire. Then, he carefully gestured toward your ankle. "Is your ankle alright? You should take your boots off, I bet your socks are wet."

He was right. As soon as he mentioned it, a tingling sensation spread through your feet, prompting you to waste no time in removing your snow-dusted boots and socks. "That's better," you whispered to yourself, relishing in the warmth that enveloped your toes as they bathed in the heat of the fire. You watched as Wrecker took your socks and boots, placing them near the flames for them to dry. You eventually removed your coat too, seeing no benefit in keeping something drenched in snow covering your body.

"I hope the others found some shelter," Wrecker voiced after a comfortable silence. You suggested he try contacting them, but sadly, there was no signal to be found.

"We should try again in a bit, or wait for them to contact us first," you suggested, your hand gently resting on Wrecker's shoulder, offering reassurance as you noticed the hint of nervousness on his face when there was no reply. "I'm sure they'll be alright."

"Yeah, you're right," Wrecker replied softly, finding solace in the warmth radiating from your touch that seemed to charge his entire body.

Seizing the opportunity, you surveyed the small room, which consisted of an open space with a modest but now dusty lounge area centered around a fireplace, a tiny kitchen with stripped and empty cupboards, and one large bed nestled in the corner.

Wait. Pause. One bed?

"Wrecker, there's only one bed," you nervously pointed out, preemptively addressing the potential awkwardness to save any embarrassment later on.

Wrecker leaned back, his gaze shifting between the bed and you. "Uh, I can stay on the floor if you want?"

You quickly shook your head, earning an amused raise of his eyebrow at your eager rejection. It made you slightly embarrassed, but given your intuition about the mutual feelings between you, maybe sharing a bed wasn't such a bad idea after all. "Don't be silly," you finally responded, clearing your throat as your arms instinctively hugged your trembling body. "The bed is big enough for both of us. And it'll be... erm... extra warm."

A faint smile tugged at the corners of Wrecker's lips, his eyes lighting up with a mix of gratitude and anticipation. "Alright, if you say so," he replied, his voice carrying a subtle hint of excitement.

Together, you both prepared for the night, a mix of nervous anticipation and comfort intertwining in the air. Stripping out of your wet clothes felt somewhat vulnerable, but you both understood the need for dry garments in the morning. To your relief, Wrecker's gaze held no trace of objectification, only warmth and understanding.

After setting your clothes out to dry by the crackling fire, you hopped your way toward Wrecker, mindful of you ankle, who had pulled back the sheets on the bed, managing to find some extra linens in one of the dressers.

"It ain't much, but it should do," he said, offering a genuine smile as he settled onto the bed. The creaking of the mattress accompanied your weight as you pulled the covers close and sighed. "Not too shabby, to be honest," you commented, snuggling into your pillow and gazing up at the dull ceiling, aware of the impending intimacy of sharing a bed with Wrecker for the night.

"Man, I'm starving!" Wrecker groaned, his stomach rumbling in agreement.

"Hunter always tells you to pack some rations," you teased, smirking up at him, knowing full well that he hadn't stocked up before the mission.

He rolled over, his eyes meeting yours. "Oh, yeah? Where are yours then?" Your smirk faded, and you playfully swatted his arm.

"Shut up." Okay, so maybe you were guilty of forgetting to pack rations too.

The two of you embraced the comfortable silence, maintaining a respectful distance as you listened to the sizzling fire drown out the howling wind outside. The others had yet to make contact, but you hoped for a response in the morning.

"Can I tell you something?" you blurted out, your mind swirling with ifs and buts.

Wrecker turned his head, nodding, his gaze filled with gentleness. "Always."

A smile tugged at your lips at his reply, and it took a moment for you to gather your thoughts. "I hate Cid," you confessed, the weight of your words lifting as they hung in the air.

Wrecker's smile widened, and a hearty laugh escaped his lips. "With all the bickering ya do, I could never tell," he teased, earning a playful eye roll from you.

"But," you continued, fidgeting with your hands beneath the covers, your heart racing, "I'm kinda glad she assigned us this mission."

Wrecker studied your face, his eyes filled with understanding. While some might consider him slow to pick up on certain things, he had an innate sense that allowed him to decipher the unspoken. "Yeah," he spoke softly, his usually booming voice now a tender rumble, "I'm kinda glad too."

Your gaze shifted to him, drawing closer as his arm enveloped your shoulder, tracing small circles on your skin. "I think I'd always choose to be stuck in a snowstorm with you, Wrecker," you murmured, closing your eyes as the comforting warmth of his body washed over you.

His eyes closed as well, pulling you a little closer. The sensation of your bodies pressed against each other filled you both with euphoria. "You’re so warm," you whispered, and without thinking you placed a kiss to his arm that you nestled into.

And without hesitation, Wrecker whispered, "You missed my lips."

You open your eyes, already seeing him look at you as the weight of his words lingered in the air only for a short amount of time until the tension became unbearable.

The room is filled with a gentle warmth as you gaze into each other's eyes, the world outside forgotten. You lean in, capturing his lips with you own and savoring the taste and the tender connection that has formed between you. Your hand caresses his cheek, feeling the roughness of his scars beneath your fingertips. In response, Wrecker's arm wraps around your back, pulling you closer, deepening the kiss.

As the kiss lingers, you can feel the electricity coursing through your veins, igniting a fire within you in this blizzard. His touch, his embrace, sends shivers down your spine, not from the cold, but from the sheer intensity of the moment.

When you finally part, breathless and filled with a newfound sense of closeness, Wrecker's eyes meet yours, his voice filled with sincerity. "I've always wanted to do that," he admits, his dazed eyes glowing with a mix of emotions.

A mischievous grin plays on your lips as you tease him. "Is 'always' your favorite word today?" you ask, planting another subtle kiss on his lips.

He chuckles, his hand gently kneading your waist, his touch both tender and possessive. "I suppose it is," he admits, relishing in the feeling of having you lying beside him. He showers you with soft kisses, peppering your hair, the side of your head, and any available space on your face. "Always wanted to be beside you, always wanted to kiss you," he whispers, his words barely audible.

Your heart swells with affection as you intertwine your fingers with his. "Always you."

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[ghostofskywalker]

Hello I was wondering if I could request a fluffy wrecker x gn reader that includes Lula? I have my own Lula Plush and yes I have become attached.

this did get slightly angstier than i originally intended, but there is hopefully still enough fluff for you :)

words: 1,332

summary: after a bad dream wakes you up in the middle of the night, wrecker comforts you.

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Nightmare Repellent

“You are a traitor to the Republic,” one of the troopers was saying, his blaster raised high and directly at your head. He had no helmet on, and there was a look in his eyes that you couldn’t recognize, despite having worked with him since the beginning of the war. You couldn’t help but selfishly hope that there was a way out of this where you didn’t have to hurt the men you formed battlefield bonds with, but as more of your battalion raised their weapons and joined the droning chant, you had to be a little realistic. You clutched your lightsaber, trying to figure out a way you could back away and not have to hurt anyone.

Using Force to pull a blaster away from one of the men, you quickly set it stun before firing. They began to fire back at you, but the rounds coming from their blasters were not as kind as the ones coming from yours. As more and more of your men dropped the floor, you desperately began to race through the cruiser. There were a few ships that you could escape in, and once you got to hyperspace things would be a little easier, the most intense danger abated for a little while.

Your lightsaber deflected their shots as you ran, and you continued to stun the troopers as they surged closer and closer. It was a stroke of luck that this cruiser was only operating on a skeleton crew, because you didn’t know what you would have done if the entire battalion had been coming after you at this point.

“Stop right there, Jedi.” The cold and steely voice of your commander filled the room. He had apparently been missed in your stunning, and run to meet you by the landing bays. Your heart clenched at the way he addressed you. Despite the fact that he no longer spoke in the fun and carefree tone you were used to, the lack of your name in his words was what really broke you. Now, you were nothing but another Jedi to him, and you had no idea why this was happening.

But you knew enough not to listen to him. The sound of a blaster firing filled the room, and you felt the burn in your lower leg. Right as you turned to face him, lightsaber in one hand and blaster in the other, the whole world went black.

Your eyes opened with a start, and you immediately took in your surroundings. Your bunk on the Marauder was a lot more comfortable than the cold durasteel innards of the Republic cruiser you had just been looking at. It was all just a dream.

It made sense now, because that wasn’t how the story ended. You had ended up escaping (you wouldn’t be here if you hadn’t), and you had managed to stun your commander before escaping into the vast expanses of space, your life now completely different and the family you had before the war completely gone.

Your breathing was heavy and you could feel the sweat on your body, despite the fact that space was usually cold and the blanket you had was not that thick. You closed your eyes and tried to remind yourself that you were safe, that you weren’t actually on that cruiser, and that there was no reason for you to be afraid right now.

Hoping that no one else had heard your heavy breaths, you got out of your bunk and walked over to the small chiller on the other side of the room, where you pulled a small canteen of water out and downed the entire thing. When you finally pulled the container from your lips, you heard a voice break through the raging thoughts in your head. It took you a few moments to realize that someone was speaking to you, and you turned a bit sharply in the direction of the sound, only to see Wrecker sitting up in his bunk, a slightly confused expression on his face. “What did you say?” you asked softly, knowing that you probably had the expression of a tooka in headlights right now.

“I asked if you were okay,” he responded, voice uncharacteristically soft.

There was no doubt in your mind that Wrecker was your favorite member of the Bad Batch, and you were already harboring a bit of a crush on the squad’s demolition expert. Now, wrapped in a blanket and with a worried look on his face, you only felt your affection for him grow.

It took you a moment to decide what to even say to that, and eventually “I will be,” is what you settled on. “I just had a nightmare, that’s all.”

Wrecker nodded. “Do you want Lula?”

You shook your head at the offer, not wanting to take Wrecker’s beloved tooka doll away from him. “No thank you,” you said.

“Come on, she has magical nightmare-repelling powers!”

“Exactly, what if you have a nightmare while I’m borrowing her?”

Wrecker laughed, then quickly went quiet as he realized his brothers were still sleeping. “You don’t need to worry,” he said. “I don’t have nightmares often anymore.”

“But still,” you said. “With my luck, this would be the one night.”

“I’ve given her to Omega before and everything’s been fine,” Wrecker said. “Or we could always share her power.”

It didn’t take you long to catch on to what Wrecker was suggesting, and your mouth dropped open. You desperately wanted to say yes and crawl into his bunk with him, but something still stopped you. “I don’t want to get in the way,” you said softly, looking back towards your empty bunk, the blanket balled up from where you had practically ripped it off you after the nightmare.

“You wouldn’t.”

“I don’t know.”

“I know what it’s like to have a nightmare,” he said. “Maybe if you’re in another bunk, it won’t come back.”

Eventually you knew he wouldn’t let this go, so you nodded and tried to hide your smile at the grin that stretched across his face. Or at least, that’s the reasoning you gave your pesky internal monologue when it started to point out that you would most likely be fine in your own bunk. No, this definitely wasn’t because you had feelings for him, shut up! You walked past the rest of the sleeping batchers and tentatively got into Wrecker’s bunk, settling under the blanket as he laid down after you. Lula was gently placed in your arms and you squeezed the doll gently as you closed your eyes and tried to go back to sleep, the comforting presence of Wrecker beside you.

The next morning, you opened your eyes to see that you moved a lot closer to Wrecker during the night. His arm was slung over your abdomen while you curled into his chest, still tightly clutching Lula like she was going to fly away at any moment. He didn’t appear to be awake yet, so you decided to revel in the warmth and comfort for a little while longer. Reality could wait.

Right as you closed your eyes and started to drift back off to sleep, you heard the frantic voice of Echo in the background, and you could have sworn you heard your name. Before you could make any noise or move to show them that you were in fact still there (and that nothing bad had happened to you), Hunter took care of the issue. “Everything’s fine, don’t worry.”

“But-”

“Trust me.” Footsteps echoed across the floor, but you kept your eyes closed and your body still the entire time. You were still tired, and you weren’t really in the mood to answer questions about why you and Wrecker were cuddling. “Let’s let them sleep for a little while.”

Echo mumbled something in agreement, and the two sets of footsteps moved away, leaving you to finally fall back asleep, the nightmares long gone and never coming back.  

- the end -

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The Batch Batch: The Sith

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The Bad batch comes across a unique individual, they find themselves strangely attracted to them and relationship's blossom, however there comes a point where their past is questioned...

A/N:Thank you to @ihatepeez I'm sorry it took so long to come out;( but really hope you enjoy it . I changed it a little, as I felt the batch with a sith that's in their prime..they would not go well with them XD

Hunter

One of the more hesitant people to approach you

He must admit- he did suspect something about you,but it passed 

But like also that were kinda attractive

he didnttell anyone..

but that didn't mean anyone could tell (Omega)

But as time passed, you…you stayed and center yourself apart of the group. 

With that being said. From the start hunter would have sensed something was off,

Upon being revealed you were a sith…

He felt…conflicted for a bit. 

Scratch that, very conflicted.

First where you being followed?

What kind of dangers did sith bring? 

What if…those dangers hurt omega

But you reassured him that it was your past. You trying to change now.

Though a bit weary, he believes in you. 

As time passes hunter finds that…you have changed. For the better.

And the feelings he had holding back finally came back Into play. 

Although he's a bit confused on what he should do in general

In general, hunters very hard on himself in terms on letting himself feel, 

But…he learns that it's alright. You two can have a new life together…

Echo

Honestly this man doesn't like you on sight for some reason

Idk but I think…that since echo worked so closely to the jedi, he would naturally dislike the Sith. 

But he does wonder to himself why he doesn't like you sometimes…

As time passes he realizes you are a force user, since you saved omega once from falling with the force. But…he didn't see a lightsaber.

Still even as time passes he isn't as hostile, you two can sit together in the same room, but not talk.

It isn't until, one day omega found your lightsaber hidden and she turned it off

Igniting the bright red color…

The innocent girl only gazed at the thing with wonder and echo…felt his heart drop.

This event lead to you being interrogated by the guys

To which you admitted to being sith, however. It was who you were before.

But now, you didn't know what you wanted.

After this, echo full on ignores you

He felt so... 

So…

He didn't know how to explain it…but the other part that knew you wanted to change…it made him…happy..?

After a while, you notice he's around you more often, and when you offer to drive the ship he's the only one who stays with you.

Was it because he was still weary of you..?

Tech

I think.. That tech out of everyone would know the quickest.

He would be intrigued.

He knows immediately that you are force user, 

How? Even he doesn't know himself.

 I imagine he has many questions for you, like a interviewer asking a celebrity

Whether you were a sith , it never crossed his mind.

However the questions stay in head, 

And he spends the days in the marauder glancing at you

You can feel it.

there glaces of curiosity,you think

Though you wield a lightsaber(albeit hidden) 

You've never used it.

Overall, I think tech would use his curiosity as an excuse to learn more about you, a sith.

Something even his brothers realize XD

"I see it y’know" You say once when everyone is sleeping and tech remained in the pilot seat as you sat behind him.

 "Pardon?" He replied looking up from his data pad,

 "I feel it too, the staring." He only remains quiet,"You…have questions?" You ask closing your eyes and leaning back on the chair

"Your…a jedi?" Tech questions and he hears you chuckle under your breath"Not really," 

"Then..?"  He trails off he only looks back once again and his heart stops for a moment as he met your piercing gaze, within your locked eyes there's a…silent understanding.

 "I see" he only says and looks back at his data.

 You only looked at him for a brief moment, and examined his figure were his ears red…?

Wrecker

I'm excited for this man onfggsysgs

Okay so, although at first he has a rough exterior, with time he sees you're just someone who's confused on where to go,who to rely on. He doesn't realize it but unknowingly he drops that persona early on.

He approaches you slowly, closer and closer each day.

Until when you've integrated yourself into the group,

That's when he's comfortable with being more…cuddly.

He knows that at night you stay awake, sitting on one of the pilot chairs looking at the stars outside

He wants to ask why

But he never does.

Wrecker eventually gathers up the courage to one day sit down next to you and ask why your always awake.

He's usually not one to do so

And honestly 

On the spot you reveal your past, why? You didn't even know why. But he was comforting. 

He's shocked, yea, but to Wreckers credit..he knows you're not your past.

And then on Wrecker sticks closely to you as if he's a small puppy,

It's because your close friends right?

…right?

Crosshair

Man's hated you from the get-go,

And you returned that energy 

He does notice that your force sensitive but is the least to actually do anything

He pretty much ignores it lmao

He still hates you either way💀💀

Enemies to lovers fr

Like his brothers he's under the assumption your a jedi on the run.

That's until…

You two were separated on a mission and you pulled out your lightsaber 

Which…was red.

After that crosshair pretended he didn't really see anything, treating you normally.

But he did piece together you were trying to live a new life, like them.

He eases off after that, and he finds you trying a put a blaster one day when you guys were fueling up. 

Chuckling he grabs the blaster from you and just says 

"Watch."

Slowly but surely...with every lesson, everytime he seems to be getting closer and closer...

And his always seem to wander

Not that you noticed...👀👀

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hi!! just read both of your wrecker works and rineicbeijcwjkdjs LOVED THEM!! wrecker’s my fav of tbb and i really feel like he needs more love😭 i'm gonna be checking out some of your other works later lol

anyways i saw that you were taking requests, so i went through your prompt list and saw two that caught my eye. they're 24. “You need to wake up because I can't do this without you.” and 18. “I almost lost you.”

i was wondering if you could write something with those prompts for wrecker please? like tbb + reader were able to rescue omega, crosshair, and tech (i am believer in tech surviving season 2 finale), but the reader got seriously injured during the rescue and is now in a coma. wrecker would be the one to say the prompts and it would be angsty like wrecker thinking the reader might die. but please let this end happily.

other than those details i trust your writing skills and process for anything! take your time writing, there's absolutely no rush!! and again your writing is soooo awesome!!😊😊

Well hello there!

I'm so glad you enjoyed those fics, and thank you for popping this request in - so sorry it's taken me so long to write it! I had a lot of fun with this one, and I hope it hits the spot 😁

I guess it's also technically canon divergent now S3 is out, haha 😅

Through the Darkness

No one said rescuing the rest of the Batch from Mount Tantiss would be easy - you just didn't expect it to go like this.

Pairing: Wrecker x F!reader

Word count: 2.7k

Warnings: canon typical violence, reader in a coma for a bit, little bit of angst, but also dashes of hope, happily ever after.

Translations: sarad - flower

Hemlock has his hands on you, his blaster pressed to your temple. The sounds of fighting cease. Dead TK Troopers litter the floor. Wrecker and his siblings freeze, slowly lowering their weapons.

Your back is pressed to Hemlock’s chest, and there isn’t a clean shot at him.

“Anyone moves and your dear liaison will pay the price,” Hemlock states.

Rage flows through Wrecker. You were in danger, too far for him to grab and shield, and he had no idea what to do. He glances at his siblings – Omega curled against Hunter’s side with weariness painted on her face, Tech leaning heavily against Echo for support as his body protests the prolonged time standing. Crosshair had peeled off from the group earlier, searching for what or who none of them was sure. They were all back together again. A family again. He wasn’t about to let Hemlock take you from them.

Shakes start in your thighs, slowly creeping up your body until your arms and hands tremble, too. You’ve been in dangerous situations before, had your life threatened before - but you’re certain Hemlock would do it. The man is crazy and will stop at nothing to get his hands on your family. The sound of his verbal back and forth with Hunter is like white noise.

The slightest movement in the rafters above catches your attention, and your eyes dart up. Battered and bruised, Crosshair has found a vantage point and a rifle. Those hawkish eyes meet yours, and a silent conversation is shared. You do the maths. There’s only one way out of this. Thank the Maker you still trust him, even after everything.

You give an almost imperceivable nod, knowing he’ll catch it. You flick your gaze to the others, taking one last look, just in case. Echo, who’d joined you all near the end of the war and had so seamlessly slipped into the fold of your family. Tech, worse for wear after his fall on Eriadu, but with that same solid determination in his eyes. Hunter, the man who’d welcomed you into the squad all those years ago, listened when you shared your thoughts and didn’t make a fuss when you broke terrible news to them about the next mission. Omega, trying to hide her fear through bravery – so much for a young girl with such a pure heart to endure. And Wrecker, the imposing force of a man who’d always put himself between you and danger, who reached for you at every opportunity and consoled you when things had gotten too much – the man you’d quietly loved for some time.

With a shaky breath, you close your eyes, placing all your faith in Crosshair. The quiet sniper who’d at first sneered at you and flicked toothpicks in your face before he’d thawed out and helped perfect your aim, taught you how to use his rifle, and what to look out for when scouting.

The sound of his shot reverberates around the hanger, and milliseconds later, searing pain tears through your shoulder, pulling a piercing cry from your lips. Legs giving out, you crumple, welcoming the cold durasteel you hit.

You don’t know if they all made it out, but you pray they did.

Wrecker hasn’t moved in weeks, refusing to leave you alone. The memory of you being shot won’t leave him; the sound of your agony is stuck on repeat. You’d been in bacta for what felt like forever, the shiny skin on your shoulder a testament to its healing power, but it wasn’t enough to wake you from the coma you’d slipped into. Pabu’s only Doctor had insisted on removing you from the tank once your physical wounds had healed, transferring you to a standard medical bed.

Crosshair’s shot had torn through your shoulder, but the angle had been perfect. Wrecker hadn’t expected any less from his little brother. The bolt had exited you and entered Hemlock, hitting him straight in the chest. A kill shot. That hadn’t killed you. Or so Wrecker hoped. Even if you woke, your shoulder would likely ache for the rest of your life, and your arm would not be as strong as before.

The sound of the door opening pulls Wrecker’s gaze from your prone form and across the small room in Pabu’s clinic. Crosshair slides through the crack in the door, thin lips pressed together, brow pinched. He visits often, guilt in his eyes every time he looks you over. You might’ve okayed the shot, but it still tore at the sniper’s soul to have hurt you.

“Nothing?” Crosshair rasps, sticking close to the door as he glances between you and his brother. He’d never admit it, but fear was starting to settle in his gut. If you didn’t wake…

“Nothin’.” Wrecker confirms, shoulders slumped. “Been talkin’ to her. Doc said she might be able to hear us. Not that it’s doin’ much good.” He sighs, gaze shifting back to you. “Told her we all got out okay. That you and Tech and the kid are alright. Don’t want her worryin’.”  

Crosshair makes a slight noise, acknowledging his brother’s words as his gaze lingers on your prone form.

“You stayin’ a bit?” Wrecker asks, using one foot to push out the spare chair at his side – the rest of their siblings often visited, too.

Hesitating, Crosshair lets out a small sigh as he moves across the room, lowering himself silently into the chair. He hadn’t stayed before, preferring to flit in for any news before disappearing. It hurt too much to see you this way, knowing he’d caused it. That and he was still working through everything that had happened during his time with the Empire, trying to fix his relationships with his siblings. But Wrecker needed him, so he’d stay.

You’d always hated the dark.

The shadows surround you, pressing in from all sides. Yet amidst the inky darkness, you find yourself standing in a solitary spot of light, its glow offering a semblance of warmth amidst the chill of the void. The lights kept appearing, and you’d learned quickly that when a new one glistened on the horizon, you had to run for it before the light you were already standing in disappeared. 

You’d lost track of how many lights you’d chased so far. 

Each one varied in intensity – sometimes brilliant beacons, other times mere flickers barely piercing the gloom. Yet, regardless of their brightness, they all held a magnetic pull, drawing you forward with an unyielding force. And each time you reached one, a brief respite washed over you, a fleeting moment before the next journey into the unknown began.

Scanning the horizon, you spot another light starting to beckon, its faint glow a promise of safety. With a heavy heart, you know what you need to do.

Taking a deep breath, you burst into a sprint. Each step forward is a battle against the darkness, its tendrils reaching out like icy fingers, eager to drag you into its embrace. Goosebumps prickle your arms, heart pounding as fear gnaws at your insides, but a stubborn determination fuels your movements. You can’t afford to falter, to succumb to the darkness, not after everything.

Worry lingers at the edge of your consciousness, a constant reminder of uncertainty. What lay beyond the lights? Will you ever find your way back to the world you once knew? The questions taunt you, echoing in your mind relentlessly the longer you spend here.

Yet, a glimmer of hope remains amidst the fear and uncertainty. Though the darkness threatens to overwhelm you, there must be a reason for the light. There has to be something causing it. Blessing you with it. Giving you these small moments of respite and keeping you in one piece. 

You keep going. One foot in front of the other.

A shove yanks Wrecker out of sleep, and the big man jolts awake with a small yelp.

Crosshair snickers, leaning back in his seat, drawing his hand back towards his chest. “Sleeping on the job, vod.” He can’t help but jibe, his smirk melting into a frown at the sound of Wrecker’s stomach growling. “When’s the last time you ate?” He asks. He hadn’t wanted to wake him, seeing him finally getting some rest, but the sun was high in the sky now, and Crosshair knew it wouldn’t be long until Omega and Hunter swung by.

Blinking, Wrecker’s mind takes a moment to catch up with the fact he’s awake. “Urm, yesterday? Maybe?” He guesses, not really sure. The days were starting to blend together.

With a huff, Crosshair stands, long legs unfolding. “Will get you something. Can’t wither away before she wakes.” He mutters, grateful for the opportunity to leave and not have to sit any longer in silence with his feelings – he’d done enough of that for the day.

With a slight nod of appreciation, Wrecker watches as Crosshair heads out the door, hearing the gentle click of it shutting behind him. Hand wiping over his face, Wrecker shifts in the chair, stretching a little. But he can’t avoid the inevitable forever, and although it pains him, he looks you over for what feels like the millionth time. 

Despite his imposing stature, he feels powerless.

He hadn’t been able to protect you - the woman he loves. He’s loved you since the moment he first met you in the hanger of a Venator, as you’d been assigned to him and his brothers as their liaison. You’d offered them a smile that had rendered him speechless, and his booming laughter had then filled the hanger when you’d quipped back at Crosshair as he'd sneered about them not needing a babysitter.

You kept them on their toes and blended in so seamlessly with their chaotic lives.

Without an audience, Wrecker clears his throat, leaning forward in his seat to gently take your tiny hand in his much larger one. “I hope ya can hear me, sarad.” He starts, voice mellow. “Been a few weeks now since we got ’em back.” He’s not sure how much you’re aware of, if the passing of time is something you’re experiencing. “Cross was just here. Finally sat for a bit. Think he feels guilty.” Wrecker pauses, brows furrowing, face pinching. “I feel guilty. Should have protected ya, kept ya close.” Wrecker’s voice cracks a little, emotion seeping through. 

“We’re all here, though. Ain’t leavin’ ya, no matter what. Can’t wait for ya to wake up and tell us all how much trouble we’re in.” He chuckles softly, a hint of sadness in the sound. “Just...ya need to wake up ’cause I can’t do this without you.” He admits, a well of emotion pressing down on his chest.

Wrecker’s words hang heavy in the air, the weight of his emotions palpable even in the silence of the clinic. He wishes he could shake this feeling of helplessness and do more than just sit by your side, waiting for a sign of life. But for now, all he can offer is his unwavering presence and a steady stream of conversation, hoping against hope that somewhere within your subconscious, you can hear him.

Keep going. You need to keep going.

The darkness claws at you, desperate to slow you down and draw you into its embrace. But the light grows closer with every step you take, with every thud of your heart as you race forward. Amidst your footsteps echoing in the void is the faintest whisper of something familiar.

No.

Not something.

Someone.

“Wreck!” You cry out into the darkness, feet faltering for a second as you recognise the deep voice. The darkness tries to take advantage of your momentary hiccup, but with a yelp, you pick up your pace. The hope that lingers in your heart explodes. As you draw closer to the light, Wrecker’s voice comes into focus. “Ain’t leavin’ ya, no matter what.”

With renewed determination, you push yourself harder, every muscle in your body screaming for rest, but you refuse to give in. The light grows brighter, its warmth now palpable against your skin.

And then, just as you’re on the verge of stepping into the light, a sudden force knocks you off balance, sending you sprawling onto the cold, hard ground. Panic grips your chest as you scramble, desperate to continue your pursuit.

But the darkness has other plans, closing in around you like a suffocating blanket, obscuring the light. Amidst the coldness creeping through your body, you cling to the memory of Wrecker’s voice, a lifeline in the darkness.

Body straining, you crawl forward, ignoring the pain and exhaustion, determination burning bright within you. You don’t belong in the darkness. You belong in the light. With them. With him.

Straining, you reach out an arm, trembling fingers skimming the edge of the light as Wrecker’s voice comes through loud and clear. “…ya need to wake up ’cause I can’t do this without you.”

The darkness recoils. 

With a final surge of strength, you propel yourself forward, breaking free from the suffocating grip of the void. The light envelops you, wrapping you in its warm embrace as the shadows recede into the distance, getting further and further away. Relief floods through you, tears of joy mingling with sweat on your cheeks.

Head tilting back, you look up at the light, a bubble of laughter escaping as you bask in the glow. Eyes fluttering shut, you savour the moment. Yet this time, when you open your eyes, there’s no darkness or blinding light anymore. 

You blink. Once. Twice. The soft hum of medical equipment fills the air. And there, beside you, is Wrecker, head bowed, the weight of his hand wrapped around yours. 

Everything seems to freeze except the frantic thudding of your heart. “Wreck…” You whisper, your voice hoarse from disuse as you dare to hope you’re back. Really back. 

Wrecker’s head jolts up at the rasped sound of his name, his good eye widening as he meets your gaze, your name falling from his lips as his features crumple, a heaving sob of relief escaping him.

You slowly sit up, wincing at the ache that shoots through your shoulder. It’s still tender, but the pain is nothing compared to the overwhelming flood of emotions that wash over you at the sight of Wrecker’s tear-streaked face. 

You reach out, cupping his cheek in your hand, the warmth of his skin grounding you in reality. “I’m here.” You murmur softly, your voice barely above a whisper, unsure if you’re trying to convince yourself or him.

Wrecker’s grip tightens around your hand as if afraid you might slip away again if he lets go. He leans into your touch, his words catching in his throat momentarily before he stands, leaning over the bed to envelop you in an embrace, protective yet gentle, conscious of your shoulder. “You’re back.” He murmurs, his voice thick with emotion. “Thought I almost lost ya.”

Weak but grateful, you return his embrace, feeling the warmth of his presence washing over you, grounding you in reality. A lump forms in your throat at the thought of him worrying about you, thinking he would lose you. “Not going anywhere, big guy.” You reassure him, sniffling as you try to keep a lid on your emotions. “The others?” You ask cautiously, dread curling in your gut. 

“All made it,” Wrecker confirms, arms slowly uncurling from around you as he sits back in his chair, hand scooping up yours so he can maintain some contact. 

Your dread is swept away and replaced immediately by relief; this time, you don’t bother holding back your sobs.

“No cryin’, pretty girl. Please.” Wrecker’s heart aches at the sight, his free hand moving to cup your face and wipe away the tears.

You smile through your tears, overwhelmed by the flood of emotions. Wrecker’s touch is like a lifeline. “Sorry.” You manage to choke out between sobs, trying to reign in your feelings. “Just...so relieved.”

Wrecker offers you a tender smile. “No need to apologise, sarad,” he murmurs softly, his voice filled with warmth and reassurance. A bolt of courage has him leaning forward to gently kiss your forehead.

As Wrecker’s lips meet your forehead, warmth seeps through you, chasing away the last remnants of the dark coldness. He pulls back a little, his gaze meeting yours, and the air feels electric. Without a word, you lean forward, closing the distance between you as your lips finally meet his in a soft, tentative kiss. 

And you realize that amidst the chaos and darkness, love has always been the guiding light, leading you back to where you belong.

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The Bad Batch and Watching a Sunset (TBB x GN!Reader)

Summary: Sunsets can be pretty romantic and the Batch enjoy watching them with you.

Warnings: None. All fluff!

Hunter

Hunter has convinced himself he isn’t much of a romantic, but you know different. Whenever the team finds a safe planet for a few days, he never misses a chance to watch the sunset by your side. With the sun gradually descending, he’ll prepare a dinner outdoors and chat with you, sharing jokes and opinions on trivial topics. Once you’re finished, he will lovingly cradle you in his lap as you watch the day depart.

During one memorable trip, Tech enthused all day about a rare sky phenomenon that graced the planet during sunset once every hundred cycles. Eager to share the experience with you, Hunter set out cushions by the ship, and invited you to join him. With his legs on either side of your hips and his arms tightly wrapped around your middle, you settled to watch the display. The sun set in a blaze of lilac and jade hues, and as the last arc of sunlight slipped below the horizon, the sky burst into a kaleidoscope of colours, translucent waves fluttering like a celestial blanket. In a moment of heightened awareness, Hunter told you to watch and pointed out a cluster of birds just before they emerged from the trees. You jokingly called him a show-off, but you wouldn’t trade being by his side for anything else in the galaxy. 

Echo

Echo gets a little fussy when you both watch a sunset, but only because he wants you to be comfortable and most places outside lack suitable seating. When you nestle your head on his shoulder and draw nearer, he eases a bit and relishes the tranquillity of your shared time. You rarely get time to stop and enjoy some peace, so when you do, he savours every moment. 

While watching one sunset, Echo recounted what they were like on Kamino. When the rain ceased and the clouds dispersed enough to make out the horizon, it was like watching a ruby drop into the water. Tiny and unimportant to most, but he found solace in it. No matter what happened, suns would always rise and fall and rise again. Rather like him. His peaceful expression captivated you, the lines near his eyes barely creased and the calm in his hazel eyes holding you spellbound. It was a rare sight, and you made a conscious effort to soak in every aspect. When you asked him to tell you more, he vividly recalled the strange weather he had witnessed and the funny situations it had caused, often involving lost brothers and their antics. Cuddling him again, you listened to his tales, the sun long gone and the stars lingering to listen too. 

Wrecker

Wrecker is an expert at savouring sunsets and turns them into memorable evenings. He plans everything thoroughly, carefully selecting your favourite snacks and drinks, and arranging a cosy nest of blankets and pillows for the two of you. His primary goal is to lavish you not only with a picturesque scene but also with immense love and adoration that those quiet moments are perfect for. 

One evening after an early dinner, Wrecker placed a blindfold over your eyes and carefully led you into the sparse copse close to where you landed. When he removed the fabric, a wave of awe washed over you. Dimmed lanterns gently swung between the boughs. As you approached the bank of the lake, you noticed a delightful arrangement of blankets and cushions, and a food hamper. He had even scattered vibrant petals around the area too. He gently grasped your hand and settled you down, pulling you close as the sun started to descend, all the while whispering words of love in your ear. You both spent the night there, sleeping in each other’s embrace until daylight broke again.

Crosshair

The first time you and Crosshair experienced a sunset together, it happened spontaneously. While hauling supply crates into the ship, you paused for a moment to witness the sky change. Noticing you’d stopped, Crosshair asked what you’d seen, thinking there was danger, but he relaxed a little once you explained you were merely fascinated by the way the sunlight cut through the trees. He couldn’t comprehend why some were so captivated by it, but you seemed to relish it, so he watched a little longer. The sunsets after that, you would sit in solitude, taking in the impressive sight. Eventually Crosshair joined you, secretly revelling in the way his surroundings grew calm. There were no loud noises or screams, or frightful sprints back to the ship. Everything was perfectly quiet.

Seated in a shaded spot and watching the bright star dip one peaceful evening, he began to talk. He knew you were curious about certain parts of his past, and he assured you that you were free to ask whatever you wanted. He’d answer honestly, no detail spared or horror held back. You caught the vulnerability in his voice and didn’t want to pry, but when you glanced up at him, you could see he wanted to tell you; he just needed a bit of prompting. So you asked him everything you had ever wondered, every brief allusion he had ever made to the dark patches in his past. True to his word, he opened up. With each sunset you witnessed together, he would divulge more, disclosing personal details that even his brothers didn’t know about and dismantling the emotional fortress he had built around himself. 

Tech

When it comes to Tech, observing a sunset is initially approached as a scientific study. Every planet he visits, he positions himself at the best vantage point, datapad in hand as he records the angle of the descent, the trajectory, the variation in hues, and cross-references it with data from other planets. He will talk while he observes, explaining exactly what he’s doing to fill the silence between you. Your one-sided conversations often end with him rambling for some time, not that you mind. You can see the joy radiating from him as he indulges in it. But there’s a small part of you that wants nothing more than to nestle into his arms and watch it together. Over time, he notices small subtle cues that you aren’t enjoying the sunsets as much as he is, and after confiding in Wrecker, he realises why. 

The next sunset was one you wouldn’t forget soon. You joined Tech as usual, plonking yourself down on the makeshift bench as the twin suns chased each other towards the eastern horizon. Fiery hues blended in the middle and the sky and began to burn gold, clouds and birds fleeing the impending night. For the first time since you can remember, Tech was not engrossed in the streams of information filtering through his datapad. In fact, you couldn’t see it anywhere on his person. He encircled his arms around your shoulders and brought you close to him. Instead of offering facts, he commented on the breathtaking beauty of the sunset and how he cherished the opportunity to experience it with you.

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Hey there, if you are up for it could I make a request for angst/comfort/fluff with Batcher’s x fem!reader or (wrecker x fem!reader).

The situation: she’s been with the team for a while and is used to their teasing and can dish it out, but unknowingly, they tease her about something from her child hood that she would get teased about (something silly, not too serious). She hasn’t told them about it bc she still gets bothered by it and they notice her withdraw and one finds her upset. She knows she shouldn’t be mad at them and of course feels bad that they feel bad. They talk it out and she clears the air, things go back to normal, etc (maybe a kiss from Wrecker).

🫣I hope this makes sense. Feel free to interpret how you feel fit. (If not, just scratch it)

Thanks for being an amazing writer! 🎉

Warnings and Information: No real age rating. 2nd person POV; undescribed fem!Reader with the use of she/her pronouns. Wrecker has a crush on Reader. Light, playful teasing all around from our Batchers and Reader. Mentions of a generic, embarrassing situation that happened in the reader's childhood (part of your clothing getting stained/dirty and not remembering how it happened). Minor language. Sprinkling of Mando'a. I wasn't quite sure where this was going for a while honestly, but I think I got it all smoothed out! Thanks for making a request! <3

Word-count: 5,046

Hyperspace was a strange and mystifying concept. You could spend hours, days, even whole weeks traveling at breakneck speeds among the eternal, ethereal canvas of space. Time felt different in hyperspace. Too short, too long, and everything in between. Were it not for a day/night system within the attack shuttle, you'd lose sense of time, and much like the primary navigator of Clone Force 99, your sleep schedule would be kriffed. 

You could stare out the viewport of the Havoc Marauder at the swirling, shimmering and shifting blues for hours at a time. If only you had a moment of peace, though. You can hear someone calling your name, the voice growing closer as they search for you. 

It's a small ship, he'll find you eventually. You keep your eyes fixed on the hypnotic scene just outside the viewport. 

"Hey, daydreamer. Thought I'd find you here. Chow time." Hunter steps into the cockpit, the hinged box of foodstuffs tucked in the crook of his right arm. With his left hand, Hunter scrounges up your share of the rations and passes them over to you. "Here. Best-tasting bits in the box." 

You roll your eyes playfully. "Oh I'm sure." Everything about ration bars and sticks are incredibly bland. They're not meant to be flavorful. They're just supposed to keep up with the minimal nutritional needs of the lifeforms they were formulated for. Your options were "chewy" and "crumbly" if you were lucky. "Thanks, Hunter." You bite down into one, and as expected, it's just barely palatable, but chewy today. 

His head bobs politely. "You're welcome. We make planet-fall to meet up with Commander Cody in 12 standard hours." Hunter closes the box and tucks it away in an overhead compartment within the cockpit. You must have been the last of the squad to get your last meal of the day before the Marauder automatically cycles itself into nocturnal lighting. 

Twelve hours… just two more meals at least before you'd reach your destination. Just twelve more hours of hyperspace to lose yourself in before you had a job to do. You weren't going to let Commander Cody regret his decision to allow a non-Clone researcher into the ranks of the GAR. 

Hunter catches the way your shoulders droop just half an inch at the news. "Hey. Something on your mind?" 

"Hm?" You perk up at the shift in tone of his voice, wondering what tipped him off. "Nothing's the matter, Hunter. I'm fine. Only thinking." 

"About…?" 

You shake your head softly, smiling gently at the Clone Sergeant who had spent considerable effort to make sure you felt like part of this team. "I promise, I'm fine. Just mentally preparing myself for what Commander Cody asked of us." You could be honest with Hunter. When he learned that the seventh researcher considered for his squad could tolerate a bit of rude humor and teasing, he had admittedly thought about testing his commander's claims alongside his brothers, save for Echo. 

"She spent some time with the 501st. If she can handle them, she can handle you. She spent six months with them before Commander Cody considered reassigning her. They're not an easy group." Echo cautioned Hunter after reading the introductory files. 

"Neither are we. Sounds like she's in for a challenge." Crosshair scoffed, waving away the files he had no interest in reading. Hunter would have been completely on board with the idea of seeing how soon they could send researcher number seven running, were it not for the way Wrecker took Tech's datapad and frowned in deep concentration as he read. He kept scrolling back to the top of the file every few minutes to glance at the portrait attached. 

Researchers one through six had been men. 

Men who'd had their pride hurt when Tech corrected them, men who'd promptly disembarked the attack shuttle the next time they reported to Commander Cody because they couldn't stand the unprofessionalism, and men who realized too late that they were not cut out for traveling the galaxy like they once thought and had been more of a liability than an asset to CF99. 

"She's pretty." Wrecker murmured to himself, scrolling back up to the portrait for the fifth time. "And she's… uh, what's that word mean, Tech? … Oh wow. That's a lotta certifications. So she's real smart? When's she supposed to join us?" 

"Twelve standard hours." Tech replied nonchalantly, taking the datapad back before Wrecker would change his mind and steal another look at the professional headshot embedded in the file. "Which means we would have ample time to come up with an excuse to-" Hunter shook his head sharply, silencing Tech. "Let me see the file." 

He thumbed his way down the file and made his selection. Crosshair tucked his arms around his chest, toothpick swaying in the air like a conductor's wand as he spoke, hearing the cheery tone that denoted Hunter had selected ACCEPT rather than dismissing the application. "You're approving her to join our squad? Just like that?" 

"Just like that." 

Twelve standard hours later, Hunter knew he was not going to regret this spur of the moment decision to include this woman on his squad. Crosshair made a blunt remark about needing to move things to shelves you could better reach, and you wasted no time in retorting that there was no need. 

"I'll just be sure not to wear my shoes when I use you as a footstool or a ladder, string bean." 

The toothpick fell from his lip, expression incredulous. "Stri-?" 

"HAHAHAH! I like her already!" Wrecker declared before pushing through his brothers to be the first to introduce himself, "Hi! I'm Wrecker!" 

Things only got easier from there. They liked that you weren't afraid of a little teasing. You could definitely dish it, too! When Commander Cody asked to see the squad three months later when there wasn't so much as an inkling as to whether you were still with them or not, he had been surprised that his brothers were prepared to go and beg to keep this seventh researcher. 

Tech appreciated that you didn't take great offense to his gentle, or not-so-gentle, corrections. A new conversational partner with an inquisitive mind was sorely needed, too. 

"It's 'clusters of three, leave it be' when it comes to select plants found on planets like Naboo, yes. But not where we're going." 

"Is it? … Oh, yes, you're right. Interesting. 'Leaves of three, safe for me. Leaves of four, internal war.' That's… ominous. I'll be sure to study up on this; thank you Tech." 

Crosshair didn't tolerate anyone other than you (or his brothers) comparing him to a kriffing vegetable. Matter of fact, he took it badly if you didn't playfully mock him every couple of rotations. 

"What's got you so sour this morning? Didn't chew enough logs for your beaver den last night?" you had teased, alluding to his habit of gnawing on a toothpick whenever he had the chance. 

"... caf pot is just taking its sweet kriffing time." 

Echo had enjoyed that there was someone who could share in the stories about the shenanigans of the 501st in the wee hours of twilight. Someone to reminisce with. Someone to tell him what he'd missed.

"Captain Rex had to separate a couple of batchmates, I think,  because they wouldn't stop making faces at each other when they thought he couldn't see!" you giggled, drying the tears from your eyes and clutching the aching ribs from laughing so much during one of your happier recountings. 

"Are you sure they weren't Shinies?" Echo asked. You shrugged honestly, admitting you couldn't tell, and did your best to describe the patterns painted in blue on their armor. Echo only sighed and laughed. "Of course it'd be them."

Hunter found greater relief for his episodic headaches since bringing you on board their team. You weren't brought there to be their medic, but you had a knack for knowing just what sort of headache plagued him before he could puzzle it out with everyone making so much noise around him. 

"Here. Give this a try, see if that does anything to relieve your migraine, sarge." 

"How could you tell it was a-?"

"Shhh. I'll explain later. Go lay down in your bunk. I'll ask the others to be quiet."

And Wrecker…

… oh you had him wrapped around your little finger so tightly. He just loved you. The rest of the squad often found the two of you sharing snacks, or found you curled up in his bunk (with Lula snug in your arms) if Wrecker discovered you passed out in one of the crash seats, and entertained him with stories about your childhood. It would've broken his brother's heart if Hunter had been asked to transfer out their seventh researcher. It took less than a full week for Wrecker to realize that he didn't just find you pretty; but he was starting to develop a crush on you the longer you'd been with them.

You weren't stupid to the crush, either. You definitely noticed. But in the interest of professionalism, you and Wrecker both were very careful to keep things platonic and friendly. No one was quite sure if romantic partnerships could be pursued between the Clone soldiers of the GAR and nat-born personnel with the relative newness of this program. 

For now. 

You were supposed to meet up with Commander Cody every three months. It's been six months (and a handful of days in hyperspace) since you had joined the ranks of the Bad Batch, hoping to get approved to remain with them longer by the Marshal Commander. And it'd take just less than twelve standard hours to find out just how much or how little the two of you cared about keeping it professional. 

You could hear Echo groaning in the bunkroom from the confines of the cockpit. "What's with Echo?" you asked Hunter, wondering what was troubling the cybernetically enhanced soldier this… well, you guessed you could call it evening. "He okay?" 

"Dunno." Hunter shrugged, letting you exit the cockpit first so the two of you could go see what was wrong. 

Echo is sitting in Tech's rack, the two of them trying to scrub a mysterious stain out of the material of Echo's modified sleepwear. Nothing they have tried seems to be working. "It's getting worse." Echo insists, the edge of his voice suggesting he's getting very frustrated. 

"We will find something to remove the stain, Echo," Tech insists, trying to be reassuring and supportive, "don't worry." 

"We've been trying to get it out for the last ten minutes, it's not working!" You ask to give the sleep-shirt a look, offering to help so no one loses their temper with one another despite best efforts. "I'm no stranger to stains as a researcher. I get my clothes dirty all the time." you say, trying to lighten the mood. It looks like the stain is oil-based when you lift it up to your face to make a closer visual inspection. "Oh, this shouldn't be too hard to remove. Just need a little hot water and some cleaner. I've got something that should do the trick." 

You nab the container of laundry detergent powder that you have tucked among your things that's never failed you in removing even the toughest of stains, and there's some nervous snickers over the size of the box. "Are you really gonna need that much to get a little stain out?" Wrecker asks curiously, eyes flitting from container to the stain on the shirt that's roughly the size of a fingerprint.

You laugh gently, taking the top with you to the sink in the tiny on-board 'fresher. "Oh, no-no! I just like to be prepared and have a lot of this on hand." 

You're not quite sure who makes the first remark (or what it is exactly) over the gush of the faucet, but someone makes a jab that sounds like it's about the size of the detergent box and your comment regarding preparedness. You're honestly not sure. You're more focused on removing the grease from the sleepwear to completely pay attention. When you're finished, you carefully wring out the water from the material of the sleepwear and give it to Echo. "Here, give that a look. See if I got it out." 

He exhales softly with relief, thanking you. "Like it was never there. Thank you. This was one of my last sets of clean sleepers before we see Commander Cody." 

"Hey, like I said," you remind him with a smile, "plenty of experience with stained clothing as I've gotten older." 

Rationally, you understand that the remark one of them makes is made innocently, but it strikes a sore nerve all the same. "Hah. Betting there's some clothing that you ruined as a kid that you'd know how to get out now and save yourself some embarrassment or something, huh?"

You swallow uncomfortably. There is at least one occasion you can think of, yes. But it happened so long ago you don't recall the specifics. Maybe it'd been a party with your family or some friends, or maybe it was a sleepover, and you can't recall if the stain had gotten on the tops or bottoms of one of your favorite outfits as a child. But it was so bright and obvious that it was impossible not to miss. Trying to clean it up with a napkin or paper towel only smeared it into the clothing. And trying to use water just made it even worse, even larger and more noticeable than before because now part of you was wet. And some people had laughed. People with good intentions tried to help you clean the stain, but it just ruined your clothing, and you had to wear it for the rest of the day. 

You had been so kriffing embarrassed that you didn't even remember when you got your clothes stained, or what stained them to begin with. You just remember the teasing that came later. It probably wasn't even all that much teasing, in reality… but to a little girl, it sure felt like a lot. 

Someone timidly calls your name, noticing how silent you've become. An uneasy silence that you rarely fell into. "You okay, cyar'ika?" 

You don't say anything for a long moment, debating if it's worth explaining the embarrassing memory such a simple, honest question unearthed. No, you decide. It's silly. They've witnessed far worse as soldiers than a kriffing stain on their favorite clothes. Complaining about it to them would be… childish. You're being childish, you tell yourself. You're still bothered by things that happened so long ago that don't even matter, and those people who teased you likely don't remember now. How pathetic of you, you scold.

"I'm fine… I think I'm just tired. What, uh… what time is it?" you glance around the ship, genuinely forgetting where you might find something with a display of the time at the present moment. 

Tech, faithful datapad ever in hand, has the time. "It will be twenty minutes before the Marauder's internal lighting changes over to try to simulate nocturnal conditions." 

"Oh, no wonder…" you murmur, feigning a soft yawn. "I swear, it's always just shortly before we make planet-fall that my circadian rhythm finally takes the hint and wants to cooperate." Echo and Wrecker both nod sympathetically, Echo more so because he shares a similar struggle. Poor man is often turning like a nuna on a spit over an open fire in his bed, and it doesn't surprise Hunter, Crosshair or Wrecker anymore to now find three people chatting in the cockpit of the attack shuttle sometimes since the addition of the female researcher. (It certainly surprised Commander Cody on that three-month-mark check in that you were all getting along so well.)

Echo follows suit with a yawn of his own. "Yeah, I know whatcha mean, ad'ika… Think I'll turn in early too, if I'm not needed for watch duty."

Crosshair shakes his head, silently communicating with Hunter through a simple look, listing off your name along with Echo and Wrecker. "You three get some sleep. And Tech, do whatever the kriff you feel like so long as you do it quietly." If Cross and Hunter were taking watch together, they had something to discuss for a while before Crosshair would come along and collect Tech from wherever he inevitably passed out and tuck him into his bunk. 

You bid everyone good night and climbed up into your rack, laying on your side to face the inner wall of the alcove for some semblance of privacy. Being sleepy was a façade, of course. Even when the lights dimmed, you didn't find yourself any sleepier. You just kept thinking back to that comment someone had said. 

You hadn't thought about that instance of your childhood in ages until tonight. But you're starting to think it affected you a lot more than you initially believed. 

Is that why I learned how to get stains out of practically every kind of clothing? Is that why I have such a big container of laundry detergent "just in case"? Am I worried that they'll make fun of me if I ever got such an obvious stain on my clothing while I'm doing my job as a researcher? Am I worried that… Wrecker will make fun of me? 

Wrecker whispers your name from his rack after a few minutes of silence. "Are you okay?" Unbeknownst to you, he's been thinking about the way you reacted after the question too, and he wants to see if you're okay. But you don't want to bother him while you're feeling so blue about childhood embarrassments, so you pretend to be asleep by not answering him. "Think she's asleep, Wrecker…" Echo mumbles somewhere below you. "You should try to do the same."

You can imagine the dejected frown as Wrecker turns into his bunk and with a sigh says, "... 'kay. I'll ask her in the morning, then. G'night." 

You'll have at least six standard hours to hope that Wrecker forgets to ask. Or, with a healthy helping of mercy from the galaxy, that you'd forget too. 

You wake up to a timid hand reaching up into your rack and poking you gently between your shoulder blades. You know without having to roll over or even open your eyes that it's Wrecker. Each one of them has a different method of waking you, and Wrecker is always cautious. 

"Mm. Mornin'." you mumble, carefully sitting up and easing yourself to the edge of your bunk. "Sleep well, Wrecker?" The team's always been real sweet and considerate in the "mornings" through hyperspace travel, but there's something with Wrecker in particular you're drawn to in the morning… you've never quite gotten it figured out. "No bad dreams at least, right?" 

"Eh… think so, at least!" Wrecker chuckles with an exaggerated shrug, stifling a yawn with the palm of his hand. "None that I can remember, anyway. What about you?" 

Cautiously lowering yourself from the bunk, you think back to last night's dreams and vaguely describe what you remember of the disjointed sequence of events. And of course, there had been something related to your recollections last night, but you didn't tell Wrecker about that. For the time being, you're just going to keep mum about it.

You have things to do around the Havoc Marauder to prepare for meeting up with Commander Cody; a little bit of paperwork, mostly. After Hunter divvies up the morning rations for everyone, you say that you're going to retreat back to bunks where it'll be quietest to get this all sorted out, indicating your paperwork. 

The neater you make this, the faster a busy man like the Commander will be able to approve you for another three months. 

Wrecker follows you back to the sleeping racks, followed after by Tech, who rouses you from the files just as you find your groove. 

"Is there something bothering you?" 

Your head snaps up in confusion and surprise. "Huh?"

Tech states your name and repeats his question, believing that you hadn't been paying attention at all rather than just listening half-heartedly. "I asked if there was something bothering you. You're not one to shy away from doing your paperwork around the squad. In fact, doing your paperwork around us has never been a problem before until-"

Wrecker cuts to the chase when he senses his brother's explanation is getting too long-winded. "Tech's asking if something upset you last night." 

"If one of us upset you last night." 

Cross, Hunter and Echo have now come to make themselves part of this budding conversation, joining everyone else presently in the bunkroom. "We noticed that you got really quiet, and that's not exactly like you." one of them remarks. 

"If there's a problem, we want to sort this out before we see Commander Cody. If he thinks there's a chance things aren't working out-"

"-he'll probably reassign you. And we don't want that. I-I don't want tha'..." Wrecker admits bashfully. 

Someone nudges Cross in the ribs to say something. "Did something one of us said last night embarrass you?" 

You shake your head firmly. If the five of them are worried enough that a playful taunt was taken too far last night, and they were scared to risk you becoming reassigned that they were getting the jump on things before they had the chance to kick off, then they must really think they did something to screw up, or that you're mad at them, and that's why you're not talking to them as you do your paperwork like usual. 

"Oh boys…" you start, setting aside the datapad to give them your undivided company. "No. You don't have to worry. And I'm truly sorry that I made you all worry, but… nothing's wrong, really." You explain in some detail that you're really and truly okay. Maybe feeling a little blue about the memories that resurfaced after you confide in all of them that it turns out that incident from your childhood still upsets you more than you initially believed. "I know rationally none of you knew that. Or that it would upset me. I didn't even know it'd upset me to think about the time I got some clothes dirty as a little girl. So I don't blame anyone. And once again, I'm really sorry if I made any of you think I was mad, or offended, or anything like that just before we see the Marshal Commander. You don't have to worry about me asking to reassign just because my feelings got a little bruised. C'mon. We've all teased each other plenty. Ain't that right, Mr. Toothprick?" 

In his relief, Cross can only chuckle silently. "Think you've used that one before. Don't tell me you're running out of ideas." 

"She has not. I've been keeping a list of her- Nevermind. That's not important." Tech interrupts himself, adjusting the strap of his goggles. "What is important is we've cleared the air. And everything seems to be in order once more, as we hoped." 

You smile. “Heh. Never change, Tech.” Before most leave you to your paperwork, Tech assures you he doesn’t particularly plan on it. Among those that stay are Hunter and Wrecker. Hunter will need to add his signature to the paperwork once you’ve gotten it completed, and Wrecker just wants to keep you company. And give, or get, a little reassurance. “You know we’d never make fun of you for getting a stain in your clothing and mean it, right?”

“Yes Wrecker,” you promise, pawning the datapad to the sergeant of the rogue Clone squad once you’ve scribbled out your own signature. Getting up from the borrowed bunk you had been sitting in, you give Wrecker a friendly kiss on the cheek just to see him smile again before you make your way to the snug ‘fresher aboard the attack shuttle to freshen up. In less than six standard hours, you’ll be making planet-fall, and there’s still lots to do. “I trust you guys. You don’t have to worry, big guy.” 

Neither do you, turns out. 

Very shortly after touching down on the landing pad, you trot down the gangplank of the Marauder, datapad with all your necessary files prepped and ready once Cody comes to greet you in your hand. As civilian personnel, you’re not exactly sure how far you can stray from the ship while you wait for the Clone Commander. Or if there’s even protocol for that kind of thing to begin with. Strangely, there’s more than just the members of the 212th here; you’re seeing hints of blue armor of the 501st roaming the landing pad too.

Someone calls your name. It’s a younger trooper you made friends with in the sixth months that you were with them, surprised to see you. “Ad’ika? Hey, long time no see! Hope the Bad Batch hasn’t been giving you too much trouble!” 

“Not at all; they’ve been great! Oh, it’s so good to see you.” you reply, excitedly throwing your arms around your friend before he gets the chance to warn you.

Poor fellow begins to sputter nervously. “Y-yeah, it’s good to see you too, but uh…” He utters something that sounds like the words oh no under his breath.

“What’s wrong?” you ask, pulling away from him. That’s when you notice why he’s panicking. You’ve just given your friend a hug not long after he must have touched up the paint on his armor. There’s a bright splotch of blue all over the front of your field uniform now. “Oh kriff, I’m so sorry…!” you apologize to one another simultaneously. The paint is very fresh, and there’s no hiding it either. Oh stars, that’ll be a nightmare to get out… and you have to speak to Commander Cody soon, there’s probably not enough time to change into another field uniform!

“Oh no… um, Hunter? C-could you take my datapad please? I need to-” You’re about ready to ask Hunter if he can possibly stall for a little time if the Commander comes to review the report, but when you turn around, you find that Cody’s already here and talking to Hunter. Wrecker takes one look at you, your clothing covered in blue paint, and decides that he’s not going to let you be the only one covered in paint before the Commander notices. Thankfully, he’s too distracted with the supply manifest Tech’s presented to him to have heard you asking Hunter to help. One look at the situation, and he’s made up his mind on what to do; your warning can’t sway him.

“Wr-Wrecker! What’re you-!”

Bounding up to you with a laugh, Wrecker hoists you into his arms against his chest, transferring some of the paint from your clothing all over his plastoid in the process after safely tossing the datapad to Hunter from your hands. “Hey, if you’re offering hugs, I want one too!”

Wrecker carries you closer to the group and the others take some of the paint off your clothing and add it to their armor without complaint. You and Wrecker bare the most paint of the six of you standing near the Commander as he glances down the paperwork to make sure everything appears to be in order. “Ah, well I see you boys have been getting along very well with your seventh researcher.” Cody remarks casually, looking up from the datapad now everyone had a little bit of blue on them. “Guess I don’t need to ask whether this means you’re all sick of one another, yet.” Hunter’s jaw drops open to comment, but he’s silenced when the indicator tied to the APPROVED button chimes. So instead, he simply thanks the Marshal Commander and offers a polite salute as Cody dismisses himself. 

Hunter swears softly when he takes a look at the datapad. “He’s… approved you for another six months.” he says incredulously, showing you the screen when Wrecker refuses to put you down still.

 APPROVED FOR: SIXTH MONTHS 

REASON: CAMARADERIE

Wrecker in particular whoops loudest of all, everyone delighted that you weren't going anywhere any time soon. Caught up in the euphoria of the moment, just as someone suggests that you all go get some real karking food to celebrate while you have a brief reprieve before your next assignment as a squad, you take advantage of your proximity to Wrecker and kiss him before you completely consider what you're doing. Laughing when the two of you pull apart, Wrecker gives you a slightly befuddled look and asks, "Heh, what was that for, mesh'la?" 

You start to apologize, saying things like you should have asked and you’ve been wanting to kiss him for a while now, but you just weren’t thinking, much like now as you continue to ramble on apologizing. “I- I’m sorry, I guess I just got carried away.”

“Hey,” Wrecker chuckles, finally setting you on your feet, “S’okay. I’ve wanted to kiss you for a while, too. But uh, I didn’t want to cross any boundaries, so I tried to keep it professional. But… if you-” Crosshair scoffs, softly nudging your elbow as he brushes past the pair of you. You know by the wry smile, he’s teasing both of you, not just his brother. “He’s been secretly practicing his confession for the past twelve standard hours and it’s not gonna get any smoother than this. If you just say “kark the professionalism” you can spare us all from more embarrassment.”

Most everyone can only laugh to themselves. “Aww, don’t you worry Cross,” Wrecker tells him, you and Wrecker sharing a look that says y’know what, he’s right, kark the professionalism already, “she’ll make sure to get all the blue paint off your armor later.” 

Cross only rolls his eyes at that. But under his breath, as everyone steps into the din of the mess hall, it sounds like he’s asking Hunter if he has to pay up if it was exactly twelve standard hours from the time he thought you and Wrecker were finally going to move beyond this “little mutual crush” stage. 

(Yes. He does, it turns out.)

Frost's Note: Merkitty, I gotta admit, I totally thought of your OC Ohno during that wet-paint-and-hug scene at first. 😅 Once again, I hope you enjoyed my interpretation of your request! 🩷

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I Like You A Lot

Pairings: Wrecker x f!Reader

Warnings: some light teasing for the reader having a crush, mutual pining, kissing

Prompt: “You’re so red all of a sudden. Did I say something wrong?”

This is my entry for the @cloneficgiftexchange hosted by @ghostofskywalker . I was given @l-lend , which was very exciting for me since they requested Wrecker 🥰 I hope you enjoy, my friend!

"Now who d'you think's gonna win?"

Phee's not exactly subtle when her eyes dart and land on you. She's smirking, the devil, one arm crossed over her stomach and the other folded atop it to cup her chin, as if she's pondering you, considering, searching for something you know is impossible to hide.

"I don't know," you start to say, but Omega suddenly jumps up and giggles as she bobs on her toes.

"I think it's Hunter!" She turns on you then, all wide-eyed and giddy, and whispers, "Who d'you think?"

The answer comes spilling out of you so embarrassingly fast that you can't even look Phee in the eyes. Because it's not really even a question. No matter the stakes, the context, anything, there's only one answer you'll have to any question regarding the members of Clone Force 99, and it's always going to be Wrecker.

Your response tickles your companions, though, much like you figured it would, and it makes your chest and neck and face burn. You have it bad. You have it so damn bad. You've known this man for a month and he's already wormed his way so far into your heart that not a day goes by where you're not seeking him out, daydreaming about him, searching the streets of Pabu for his figure.

Wrecker and his brother, Hunter, are standing in the courtyard near the great tree. Tech is nowhere to be seen, probably performing maintenance on their ship, but it's unlikely you'd be able to find him in the crowd that's gathered anyway. Everyone is eager to see Pabu's newest residents show off their fighting prowess. Some of the kids have congregated around the tree with the younger ones balancing on the branches where Wrecker had tossed them.

And you. You came. Of course you did.

The match starts soon after Shep arrives, Lyana snagging Omega's hand and the pair running off almost immediately to get a closer look. But you stay with Phee near the outskirts of the crowd - it's more subtle this way, or at least you hope you are.

Hunter and Wreck circle each other at first, sizing each other up, teasing, and you can tell that Wrecker's getting a kick out of it. He won't stop grinning, laughing loud and hard, playfully swiping at his brother when he gets too close, and it has your entire face aching from smiling too hard. You make a big fuss out of cheering and bouncing on your toes when he gets close to snagging Hunter's scarf.

There's a sudden rush of movement that's mostly covered by the tops of heads and shoulders, but you see Wrecker's entire head drop down for a second and you feel the thud his body makes on the floor vibrate all the way up your legs. A bunch of onlookers cry out sympathetically as a wave of whispers starts to wash by. Your heart's in your throat, then painfully pounding the vague idea of his silhouette into your sternum, and you don't know why you're so worried when it's just him and his brother, not life and death, but some silly thing deep inside you just wants him to win, to show off, prove how amazing you've always known him to be-

"Rrrrrraaaaaaaagaghhhhh!!!!"

That's a battle cry if you've ever heard one. Hunter goes stumbling back as a great, big figure suddenly rises from the dust, all immensely broad shoulders and that thick, sturdy throat leading to his jaw, his mouth, the swell of his nose to his brows, the light shining atop his head right on his scar. He grimaces for a moment, considers Hunter, and then-

"Fuck."

It's soft. You don't even realize you've said it at first. You're too captivated by him, the way he sets his jaw and suddenly cracks his head from one side to the other. Like a soldier, a fighter, like an incredibly sexy hunk of guy who knows exactly how to carry himself. Because that's what he is, of course. You know this, but to actually see him acting it? Yeah, fuck is exactly what your brain (and other, lesser, organs) are thinking.

A gentle nudge to your ribs prompts you to spare Phee a glance and she's grinning so widely that you're almost worried it's going to snap her jaw in half.

"What?"

She raises an eyebrow. "You know what."

"Shut up," you huff as you turn your attention back to the match.

Phee just chuckles. "I think it's cute."

You think you want to curl up in a hole and hide until all the heat in your face dissipates. This crush has you by the throat, but it's kriffing embarrassing. Not to mention it's unattainable.

"Yeah, so cute that it'll never happen, Phee. Ha ha, real funny."

Hunter's stuck in a chokehold by now, his eyes a little bugged out as he tries and tries to squirm out from under the massive weight of his opponent.

"Hang on, now, you don't know that."

The look you send her is scathing. "I know what you're thinking and I'm not embarrassing myself any further. Just because you snagged the pilot-"

"Oh, I wouldn't say I'd snagged him, sweetheart. But I sure do have my eye on him."

It's cute to see Phee Genoa in love. She's normally all business, protecting her heart and her home with everything in her, and you've always loved her for being exactly that, for being herself, but seeing her so enamored and happy has your heart soaring. She deserves her happiness as much as the next person!

Your attention drifts to the tail end of the match. Hunter seems to have won, if his bashful smile and Wrecker's proud clap on the back is anything to go by. The sunlight catches Wreck's prosthetic eye as his focus suddenly lands on you and he waves, beaming, all teeth and heaving shoulders, and it makes your entire chest tighten. Don't you deserve happiness, too?

"Awh, man, Hunter, what didjya do t' me?"

Tech glances up from his data pad with a less than amused expression. "What is your issue this time?"

Throwing his head back with a groan, Wrecker rubs at the small of his back. "My back is killin' me. Right where I fell!"

"Not my fault you fell, Wrecker," Hunter chuckles.

"Besides, you've taken much greater damage in far worse scenarios. You will be fine."

Omega and Lyana are giggling into their hands so hard that one of them has started coughing. Phee and Tech are quick on the draw and have the matter resolved hardly seconds later, but it's another little moment of that something you've been seeing develop between them this past month. The something that both makes your heart soar and feel incredibly lonely.

Your gaze catches on Wrecker as he scarfs down more food. Messy, frantic, like he can't get enough, but also excited. You're not sure you've ever seen anyone eat quite like him before. Hell, you've never seen anyone like Wrecker before period. He's an enigma all his own. A big, bubbly, bursting ball of sunshine that's descended on this little island and illuminated every shadow in your life.

"You boys had a good fight today."

All eyes flicker to Phee as she reclines a bit in her seat. She's moved one arm behind her head to cushion it as she leans it back.

Hunter offers her a modest smile and gentle thanks, but Wrecker has no pretenses about being polite. "Thanks, Phee!" he shouts and it immediately brings a smile to your face. "I always have fun rubbing Hunter's face in the dirt."

Hunter fixes him with a pointed look, just barely hiding his own smile. "Remind me again which of us won?"

Something in his brother's face shifts, he has a moment of bashfulness where he ducks his head and scratches at the back of his neck, chuckling half-heartedly to himself. "Heh. Well, maybe you won this time, Hunter, but I almost had ya!"

"Sounds like it was as fun for you to fight as it was for us to watch."

You don't think much of the conspiratorial tone in Phee's voice or the sly little smile pulling at the corners of her mouth. You're honestly too busy tracing the lines of Wrecker's scar, mapping out the pock marks and scar tissue and the vague smattering of his facial hair to notice much of anything. Until Omega nudges you and you come blinking out of your haze.

"What?" you whisper.

Omega frowns as she leans in, cupping her hand around her mouth. "Everyone's looking at you."

What?

Sure enough, everyone from Tech to Shep to Lyana is watching you, each expression in various states of amusement and expectant waiting. Waiting for what? What the kriff did you miss? Shit, they all must have seen you blatantly staring at Wrecker like an idiot and now you're gaping like a fish, an idiot fish with an idiot crush, and you just know deep down that this has something to do with Phee. Tricky little pirate.

"What's up?" Your voice trembles a bit and totally blows the casual, blasé vibe you were going for out of the water. "Guys. You're staring."

Shep clears his throat. "We were waiting for you," he says kindly.

Okay... "Waiting for what?"

"Phee had stated that you enjoyed the sparring match very much," Tech then interjects, "and Hunter simply queried why. It seems you did not hear."

Your eyes dart over to Wrecker and you know you're entirely unsubtle about it. Tech sees it, Phee sees it, even the big guy himself notices you. Shit. Shit shit shit.

"I-I got, I got distracted. Sorry." Fuck. You can feel your entire face go hot. This is so embarrassing. You feel like everyone's scrutinizing you, trying to figure you out like you're some kind of wild critter under observation. You feel like your affections are tattooed across your forehead and now the entire galaxy can see that you are pining more and more every day for the gentle giant sitting across from you. "No, yeah, I, uh, I enjoyed the match. It was fun. You guys did good."

Flashes of Wrecker standing at his full height start to overwhelm your senses. How he loomed over everyone else there, how much you want him to loom over you with those big, broad shoulders. The way he cracked his neck, moved his head from side to side and it felt like a blaster bolt to your gut. It still does.

"Ya should've come closer, ya missed all the action!"

If you'd been any closer, you think your legs might have gone out. "I still saw you, big guy," you say as you flash him a smile. "You're hard to miss."

He grins. "Yeah, I am."

You giggle. Like a prepubescent school girl twirling her braids around her finger, you giggle. Your entire body goes a little soft around the edges at his smile. That smile could light up the galaxy, the universe.

"You're funny." Somewhere in the back of your head, you vaguely understand that you sound like a dork.

Wrecker smiles again, softer this time, his cheeks dimpling, and he swallows. The lump in his throat bobs and steals your attention for a second, just a tiny one, before you refocus on his face. His eyes are nowhere near yours.

"You're cute," he rumbles.

Everything goes a little fuzzy. It's like there's cotton in your ears and a filter over your eyes and someone's squeezing your heart because wait a second, did he just call you cute?

And then the galaxy comes back into focus. You're not the only ones at the table. Everyone is watching. Your face feels like it's on fire. You wish the sea would open up and swallow you whole because the entire table just watched you and Wrecker blatantly flirt. You hadn't even meant to flirt, it just kinda came out.

Your brain is screaming at you to get out of there. You find yourself clambering to your feet, legs unsteady and chest aching from the force of your heartbeat. "'Scuse me, sorry, sorry. I'm gonna go use the fresher really quick. Yeah. I'll just, I'll be right back."

It seems like an eternity later when you finally stumble into Shep's fresher. You splash water onto your face, your neck and shirt get wet, but the pounding in your chest refuses to settle and the fire in your cheeks refuses to go out. All you can think about is the way Wrecker had looked at you, the way the sunlight hit his eyes when they flickered down around your mouth, the way his cheeks had dimpled. All you can think about is how much you fancy him and how stupid you feel for letting yourself be so obvious in front of everyone.

A knock at the door startles you enough to draw you from the spiraling of your thoughts. "Almost done," you call, "just a second!"

You towel yourself dry and smack the control panel, fully expecting to see Phee or Shep, maybe one of the kids waiting for you on the other side, but the figure awkwardly hunched over and chewing worriedly at his lip is impossibly tall and broad, larger than life, and more familiar to you than anyone else.

"Wreck."

You're breathless. Why are you breathless?

He's scratching at the back of his head again and very much avoiding your gaze. "Hunter said I should check on ya."

Your stomach drops. Maker, that's embarrassing.

"Oh. I-I'm okay, Wreck, thank you."

He looks at you from beneath his brows, eyes searching, and huffs a little. "Look, what I said back there, that you're..." Cute, your brain fills in for him. "I'm sorry if I said somethin' wrong. I thought ya looked so pretty lookin' at me like that and I just kinda said the first thing in my head. I didn't mean it if it offended ya."

Is the floor moving? The room? Or is that just your head spinning? There's no way he actually said that, is there? Maybe you heard him wrong. And you're about to talk yourself out of hearing what he actually said when you stop yourself. You take another look at him, take in the slight flush of brown in his cheeks, the awkward tilt of his shoulders, the unsurity in his eyes, and it strikes you that he's just as nervous and flustered by this as you are.

You're not sure where you find the courage, but you think it sprouted somewhere between being called cute and pretty in the span of five minutes. "Wrecker?" He grunts. "You really think that?"

He nods almost frantically. "I think you're the prettiest thing I've ever seen."

It's like your entire being explodes into a bunch of tiny fireworks. Your knees wobble a bit and your hand shoots out to grab the door jam to resteady yourself, but Wrecker's just as fast. He jolts forward into your space and the breadth of his entire, massive hand fits right into the swell of your waist. Oh.

"I'm sorry," he stammers, "I thought-"

Your other hand settles gently over his. A silent plea. But you speak it anyway, just in case. "Don't." When you look up at him through your lashes, you find he's closer than he's ever been before. "I like it."

He has a dark freckle under one of the tendrils of his scar, right by his eye. And a smaller scar like the slice of a blade over his chin. He smells like sweat and musk. And he's big. He's so, so big. He fills up your entire line of sight with just his chest.

One of your hands settles on his sternum without you even realizing. "You're really pretty," you murmur and your throat goes dry.

Wrecker shakes his head. "Nah, that's all you." He's not looking at your eyes anymore. You're not looking at his either.

You wonder if the heady sensation in your temple is from adrenaline or just the rush of finally getting to touch him. Not that it matters when you know exactly what you want and you finally feel bold enough to ask for it.

Your tongue steals out across your lips, driven on by the blatant following of another pair of eyes. You smile. You feel your stomach twist. You take in a shuddering breath and jump.

"Can I kiss you?"

His jaw goes slack and you swear his eyes glaze over. "Yeah," he grumbles all rough and low in his throat.

Your body rises onto its toes, your hands find their way across his body like you've known it all your life, one on his chest and the other wrapping around his neck, and you slant your head to one side as Wrecker descends upon you. His breath is hot on your cheek, then on your mouth, and then - oh, Maker, is this what you've been missing? He's a little restrained, perhaps he's nervous too, but he's warm and he's strong and oh so gentle. His lips are softer than you'd expected and you half wonder if he uses chapstick. It's weirdly attractive to think that he might.

"Don't wanna hurt ya," he whispers when he suddenly pulls back and leaves you wanting.

His forehead rubs lightly into yours. "You could never," you reply. You can't stop rubbing your fingers into the base of his skull. You just want to touch him, feel him, be close to him forever. "It's just a kiss, Wreck."

"Not ta me." There's something in his eyes that's screaming out to you, begging to be seen. Vulnerable, afraid, uncertain.

This sweet man. This big, hulking, mountain of a man, he comes across so strong and brave and he certainly is all of those things, but you know that there's more to him than that. It's what drew you to him in the first place - his big heart, his tenderness, his affinity for the softer side of life. You see it shining in his eyes more now than ever before.

So you run your hand up and over his head, soft and comforting, and you smile at him so sweetly and fully that it makes your jaw hurt. "You can kiss me again. And... it can be more than just a kiss. If that's what you want. It can be as long and strong as you want it to be, big guy. I'm not going anywhere." You lean in and lightly peck his lips. "I like you a lot."

When he kisses you next, he half misses your mouth and the ticklish sensation launches you into a fit of giggles. "I like you a lot," he murmurs into your skin, planting kiss after kiss along your cheeks and chin and nose. "Pretty girl."

#tbb wrecker x you #tbb wrecker x reader #wrecker x you #wrecker x reader #tbb wrecker #wrecker #star wars #OH MY GOD I WASN'T SURE WHERE THIS WAS GOING AT FIRST BUT I AM IN LOVE #HE'S SO CUTE I LOVE THIS MAN SO DEARLY

[neyswxrld]

do you wanna build a snowman?

Wrecker x reader (gn)

summary: Building a snowman with Wrecker!

warnings: mostly fluff, a slight "misunderstanding", some kisses at the end

word count: ~930

advent calendar masterlist

a/n: this is the thirteenth fic for my advent calendar! for my favorite muscle man!

p.s. english isn't my mother tongue, sorry for misspellings! 

"You have never built a snowman?" you ask Wrecker, confused.

"Well, never saw that much snow before," he explains, scratching his neck.

With big eyes, you look him up and down before shaking your head and pulling Wrecker over to your wardrobe.

"We need to change that! Come on, you'll have to wear something warm, and then we can go outside," you tell him, grabbing another pair of pants to put on.

A few minutes later, you're wrapped in the most comfortable and warm clothes, standing in your garden.

"Look, it all starts with a small snowball. You form it, put it on the ground, and then you start rolling it. The snow from the ground sticks to the ball and it'll grow," you explain and show him how to do it right.

Wrecker nods once. He forms another small ball and starts to do what you said.

You roll and roll, watching the ball grow.

When you're satisfied with the size of your first ball, you look up to see how Wrecker is doing. Instead of one, he already had built two huge sections and is about to staple them.

You have absolutely no idea how he did it, but you're surely impressed by their size.

While your basement is so big that you wouldn't be able to lift it, it is barely big enough to be the head of Wrecker's snowman.

"Wow, Wrecker! How did you do that so fast?" you ask with big eyes, and walk over to him.

"I just did what you told me," he grins proudly and is about to make another ball when you stop him.

"Wait! I've got mine left. If you make another one that big, there wouldn't be enough for two snowmen," you tell him and run back to your ball, starting to move it over to him.

The thing is heavy, and with time, you even have problems rolling it.

Luckily, Wrecker comes to your help and starts to help you handle it, getting it closer to his creation.

"Can you lift it, Mesh'la?" he asks, already a mocking grin on his face. He exactly knows that he will be able to play your favorite muscle man, who has to come to your help in a few seconds.

But it's something you love him for, so you'll play along.

"Yeah, yeah. So funny," you roll your eyes, smiling, starting to grip the huge package of snow, trying to lift it up.

Nothing happens. Just like expected.

"Ahww, okay. Come on, big guy. Show me your muscles!" you laugh, stepping aside.

Wrecker nods happily and starts to lift the ball on top of the other two.

"It's huge!" you say, looking up at the snow figure that almost tops Wrecker in height.

"Thank you, Wrecker. Now we have to decorate it!" you say and start explaining to him what you would need.

After some time, you have found all the required things and start to make some stone buttons, while Wrecker puts arms made out of some sticks into the middle section.

Then you start to build a face, put a carrot in the highest snow sphere, and put a small plant pod on its head, so it looks like a little hat. Or, well, maybe it's more like Wrecker is following your instructions because you can't reach the head that well.

Satisfied, Wrecker and you both take a step back and look at your snowman together.

"It looks great!" you smile and lean into his side, enjoying his warmth.

"Yeah, think so, too," Wrecker mumbles, not as enthusiastically as you, and suddenly, you have a feeling that he didn't enjoy the whole process like you did.

Concerned, you turn around to him and look at his face, which has a troubled expression on it.

"Hey, what's up? Are you okay?" you ask, now seriously worried.

"I-... You wanted to build that snowman, but I was too fast and- and needed too much snow. And now you couldn't build your own snowman," Wrecker says, playing with his fingers uncertainly.

You look at him confused before realization hits you, and the corners of your lips start to rise automatically.

"Oh, Wrecker! Stop thinking like that. You wanted to build one, too. And you've never even built one before. Of course, you have priority," you start to explain, stepping in front of him and taking his hands into yours.

"Besides, it's just snow. It won't be the last time we can build a snowman. And on top of that, I think it was really lovely to build one with you together. I'd rather build a hundred of them together with you than a single one on my own," you smile at him, squeezing his hands a little tighter.

Wrecker nods slightly.

"Yeah, it really was fun to do that together," he says and starts to smile, too.

Happily, you come a little bit closer and stand on your toes, leaning into him.

Wrecker's grin grows wider when he sees what you're up to. He leans down a bit and meets you in the middle.

Your lips touch, and in an instant, small butterflies start to rise in your chest. Everything gets warm and you sigh a little bit before leaning in closer, putting your hands on his cold cheeks, and deepening the kiss.

Wrecker puts his strong arms around you and pulls you closer to his chest.

And while you're standing there, sharing sweet kisses, quiet whispers and shy smiles, you almost don't notice how the clouds thicken and the snow starts to fall again.

It definitely won't be the last snowman you'll build together.

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