a/n - This was sitting in my drafts for a while, but hopefully this turned out well for @tbb-appreciation-week
Warning(s): P in V, nudity, uses of the word 'kriff'
You separated from his hold to allow the large clone into your apartment. Despite the time apart, his embrace was always your sanctuary.
“Welcome back, big guy.” You smiled.
He planted a kiss into your hair pulling back to take in the view, “Good to be back, ad’ika.”
Wrecker attempted to step further into the apartment, but the sound of you clearing your throat caused him to step back.
“You know the rules,” You chided with a playful spark in your eyes, “armor and boots come off and you report to the fresher.”
This was a necessary rule for your place, and by no fault of his own. He just gets a one track mind when he comes back on planet. If he wants more touches and kisses, then he needs to get cleaned up. With a half hearted roll of his eyes, he began unceremoniously stripping his plastoid armor letting it fall to the floor. Before he could crouch down to remove his boots, you fold down before him, your hands busying themselves with the clasps of his boots.
“Ad’ika, you don’t have to do that.”
You looked up from your place, a smile tugging at your lips, “I want to. Besides your back is probably sore.”
His brow furrowed.
“No,” He ventured, earning a chuckle from you.
“I meant from carrying the rest of the squad through your mission.”
Wrecker’s booming laugh bounced along the walls drawing another smile from you.
“It’s not like that. We all have our parts.”
You made quick work of the clasps allowing him to slip out of his boots. Straightening up to standing once more before him, you jerked your head to the refresher. His only response was to snatch you up in his arms, plant a kiss on your cheek, and set you back on your feet. Appeased with the small affection, he headed off to the refresher as if he had smooth talked getting a treat before dinner.
You rolled your eyes at his victory and padded down the hall to your bedroom. The topmost drawers of your dresser were cleared out once he started staying at your place instead of the Marauder in between missions. His brothers knew where to find him or if they needed a place for hot water. Flicking open the drawers, you plucked up some civilian clothing that was much too large for your stature. Hearing the shower start up, you made your way to the refresher making a momentary stop to the linen closet for some towels.
You stepped inside the refresher to take in the scene before you. His blacks were scattered along the floor. His gloves abandoned on the counter. However, the main event was the large clone currently standing under the spray. Your gaze followed the trails of water flowing down his back only to be interrupted when he turned around. You held up your stack of offered fabrics.
“Brought you something to change into.”
His eyes met yours and watching him fidget a bit even after all this time made your heart melt.
“Tooka got your tongue, big guy?” You lightly teased, placing your load of fabrics on the counter.
A smile curled the corner of her mouth.
“It's just…I missed you.”
You stood rooted in place for all of a moment before you shrugged off your top. Your pants and panties soon joined his abandoned blacks. He silently moved to allow you under the spray. His gaze never left your eyes. Tension palpable yet comforting as the steam caressing your skin. You leaned up on your tip toes, a silent question swiftly answered when he closed the distance. Warm hands met your thighs before you were lifted. A whispered gasp left your lips when your back met the tiles.
His mouth soon beginning its path from your lips, your jaw, before settling just under your earlobe. Your fingers skated across what you could reach of his back.
“I need you…”
The words rumbled from his chest only to arc towards your heart. Your own wandering hands the confirmation he needed. His hips rocked against yours. A method of torture to brush against your folds without being where you both craved. You squirmed in his hold as his length twitched against you.
“Wrecker,”
His eyes met yours through a haze of lust.
“If you don't put it in…”
A chuckle met your empty threat as he fisted his cock. His length already leaking a bead of pre-cum as he lined up. The pressure of his cock brushing against your clit drew a whine from you before he shifted lower to finally press inside.
“Kriff"
He soon buried his face into the junction where your neck and shoulder met. His fingers pressing into the flesh of your thigh. The time spent apart left him weak to the addicting pleasure of being buried inside you. His breathing already labored while he waited on your signal to continue.
Even after your many rolls in the sheets, every time with him needed a brief pause at penetration. Initially it was to allow you to relax muscles to accommodate his girth, but recently it's morphed into a moment to thank the maker for sending this clone to rock your world. You took mercy on him as your hips rutted against his. A groan dredged up from the depths of his chest as he began moving. Your lips soon found his shoulder. Your shallow breaths passing over his skin only served to spur him onward. All the tension of being stuck on the ship with his brothers threatening to take control with each delicious clench as he slid back inside.
"Been keeping yourself busy on the ship?"
He huffed against your neck, "You're gonna kill me if you keep sending those holos."
Your teeth skated over his skin, "Just thought you'd like some motivation to come back to me."
He stopped to pull back to gaze into your eyes, his own mismatched eyes softened, "Just you is plenty reason for me to keep coming back."
His lips soon ventured north to brush against your forehead. The moment would have stretched on, but when you clenched your walls around him his hips gave a sloppy thrust.
Ok...ok. I don't know where to start. Just...your Ad'ika fic. It's done me in. I can't really write as coherently as I'd like, because I am overcome with a desire to finish it, but also a little anger because I can't right now! I'm at work, and I really have a lot to do. Sometimes I can sneak some reading in (I did yesterday, that's when I started reading this story.) But I can't today. Not until lunch. And I'm honestly pissed about that! And I don't have room here in one message, so cont...
I appreciate the flattery, but if it's the Ad'ika fic with a medic and Wrecker, I didn't write that.
I reblogged it from the original writer GalacticGraffiti (tumblr's tagging is scuffed for me, so I linked their Ao3).
It's an amazing fic in its own right, and my personal gold standard. When I write smut or just need a pick me up, I read through it again and again. If I could write as half as good as Gala, I'd be happy with that.
Congratulations for your followers, dear! You deserve them all.
I'm sure you'll soon get even more, cause your stories are soo great to read. Everyone should give them a try.
So.. now to my request! I am dying for:
"Tie me down." and "Wait, wait, don't stop."
GODS how I want to see one of my favourite boys tied down on a bed or a chair. I want to see that bodies shake! And because I am nice... I leave it your choice who you want to write for. My favorite are Echo or Howzer... but it’s all up to you!
Caro <3 thanks so much for your patience hun. I got held up with a couple of things but I hope you enjoy what I managed to come up with. And since I wrote the last two times for Howzer...I decided to let Echo have some fun
The former arc trooper sighed. Another fruitless attempt at slipping free of his bonds. The chair he was bound to chilled any amount of exposed skin. The room kept dark to prevent him from gathering his bearings. He bided his time, waiting for the tell-tale clicking of his keeper. It was a whisper at first but grew louder as the automatic doors parted.
Her attire clung to her body, leaving little to the imagination. A common tactic to distract during these sessions. She took her place, perching on a chair opposite him. Her eyes raking over his form.
“CT - 1409,” She drawled, “do we really need this game? Just tell me where they are, and you'll be fine.”
The trooper shook his head, “We don't give up our own.”
She clicked her tongue, crossing one of her legs over the other, “Always want it the hard way, don't you.”
She rose from here seat, each step marked by the staccato click of her heels. Her lips curling in a smirk as her finger wedged under his chin tilting him to meet her gaze.
“and here I was thinking good soldiers followed orders.”
Her lips drifted closer to the shell of his ear. Whispers sending a tingling shiver down his spine, “Perhaps you just need the right person in charge, trooper.”
“Mesh'la?”
All of the tense energy in the room disappeared. Her cold expression falling like a mask.
“Everything alright?”
A gentle smile curled his lips and crinkled the corners of his eyes, “Oh, no, no. You're doing great. Just wanted to see about loosening the binds a bit.”
Her hands were at his binds immediately. Fingers gently pulling some slack.
“Better?”
He flexed his fingers before nodding back at her, “Perfect.”
She leaned down pressing her lips to his in a chaste peck, “Everything else still alright?”
“If one of us is uncomfortable we-”
“say 'bantha' and we stop.” She finished, earning another smile from him.
“Ready?”
“Think we left off on you.”
He nodded, and with a moment of silence the pair fell back into their roles.
“If it means more of my brothers being sacrificed then you're wasting your breath.”
She pursed her lips, “Perhaps I could give a demonstration of how we could better negotiate.”
The trooper sucked in a breath as her fingers traced a line down his chest. His heart rate picking up once she settled her weight on his lap. Her eyes holding a mischievous spark that only heightened his arousal.
“I don't know what else you need.” He replied, “You already had your men tie me down.”
“and yet you still resist.” She chided, her delicate fingers continuing their journey along his body. The feather light touches paired with her nails skating along his skin only making the fire in his core burn hotter.
She leaned forward. Her tongue venturing out to trace his bottom lip, “Guess I have to work harder.”
Her lips pressed to his neck. A groan dredging up from his chest as her hand grazed against his clothed erection. His hips canted towards her hand. His breathing already ragged despite the minimal touching.
She basked in her position front and center to her lover beginning to unravel before her. However a hand soon tangled into her locks.
“Come 'ere.” He murmured, dragging her face to crush against his. His skilled tongue leading the charge of his counter attack as it slid past her lips. She attempted to dominate with her own tongue, but relented after a moment or two. The heat in her core begging for friction with his lap providing some relief. Her hips grinding in tight circles.
“Echo,” She moaned, breaking her role, “please.”
His answering groan fanned the flames. Their kiss breaking with a wet smack.
“On your knees, beautiful.”
“Didn't know you were in control.” She teased, her hand running over his bulge. His head lulling back when she squeezed.
“Please...need you.”
She chuckled, kissing his cheek, “See? We're still playing.”
She slid off his lap and folded to kneel between his legs. His clothed length giving a suggestive twitch when his gaze met her doe eyes. Her lips curling into a smirk as she opened his trousers seeking out her prize. He exhaled a sigh as she freed his length from its confines. Her name whispered like a prayer as she began stroking him.
“So good for me.” She praised, feeling him squirm under her touch.
Leaning forward, she kissed along the sensitive head, reveling in the stuttering buck of his hips. His flavor only urging her to ease him past her lips.
His lips stuttered every time she sank lower on his length. The warmth of her throat clouding his mind. Her pace increasing just to earn more of his sweet whines. The throbbing of his cock hinting at his release drawing closer.
“Wait, wait, don't stop.” He groaned, keeping a loose grasp on her locks.
Her tongue trailing along the underside of his cock as her mouth retreated.
“Oh, we won't be stopping my dear,” Her smirk sending a shiver of anticipation through him, “I was just getting my throne ready.”
I'm glad you enjoyed it. I really wanted to emphasize that while this play could be great for both parties, communication is key to making this a good experience. That, and I think Echo would be into something similar lol
Congratulations for your followers, dear! You deserve them all.
I'm sure you'll soon get even more, cause your stories are soo great to read. Everyone should give them a try.
So.. now to my request! I am dying for:
"Tie me down." and "Wait, wait, don't stop."
GODS how I want to see one of my favourite boys tied down on a bed or a chair. I want to see that bodies shake! And because I am nice... I leave it your choice who you want to write for. My favorite are Echo or Howzer... but it’s all up to you!
Caro <3 thanks so much for your patience hun. I got held up with a couple of things but I hope you enjoy what I managed to come up with. And since I wrote the last two times for Howzer...I decided to let Echo have some fun
The former arc trooper sighed. Another fruitless attempt at slipping free of his bonds. The chair he was bound to chilled any amount of exposed skin. The room kept dark to prevent him from gathering his bearings. He bided his time, waiting for the tell-tale clicking of his keeper. It was a whisper at first but grew louder as the automatic doors parted.
Her attire clung to her body, leaving little to the imagination. A common tactic to distract during these sessions. She took her place, perching on a chair opposite him. Her eyes raking over his form.
“CT - 1409,” She drawled, “do we really need this game? Just tell me where they are, and you'll be fine.”
The trooper shook his head, “We don't give up our own.”
She clicked her tongue, crossing one of her legs over the other, “Always want it the hard way, don't you.”
She rose from here seat, each step marked by the staccato click of her heels. Her lips curling in a smirk as her finger wedged under his chin tilting him to meet her gaze.
“and here I was thinking good soldiers followed orders.”
Her lips drifted closer to the shell of his ear. Whispers sending a tingling shiver down his spine, “Perhaps you just need the right person in charge, trooper.”
“Mesh'la?”
All of the tense energy in the room disappeared. Her cold expression falling like a mask.
“Everything alright?”
A gentle smile curled his lips and crinkled the corners of his eyes, “Oh, no, no. You're doing great. Just wanted to see about loosening the binds a bit.”
Her hands were at his binds immediately. Fingers gently pulling some slack.
“Better?”
He flexed his fingers before nodding back at her, “Perfect.”
She leaned down pressing her lips to his in a chaste peck, “Everything else still alright?”
“If one of us is uncomfortable we-”
“say 'bantha' and we stop.” She finished, earning another smile from him.
“Ready?”
“Think we left off on you.”
He nodded, and with a moment of silence the pair fell back into their roles.
“If it means more of my brothers being sacrificed then you're wasting your breath.”
She pursed her lips, “Perhaps I could give a demonstration of how we could better negotiate.”
The trooper sucked in a breath as her fingers traced a line down his chest. His heart rate picking up once she settled her weight on his lap. Her eyes holding a mischievous spark that only heightened his arousal.
“I don't know what else you need.” He replied, “You already had your men tie me down.”
“and yet you still resist.” She chided, her delicate fingers continuing their journey along his body. The feather light touches paired with her nails skating along his skin only making the fire in his core burn hotter.
She leaned forward. Her tongue venturing out to trace his bottom lip, “Guess I have to work harder.”
Her lips pressed to his neck. A groan dredging up from his chest as her hand grazed against his clothed erection. His hips canted towards her hand. His breathing already ragged despite the minimal touching.
She basked in her position front and center to her lover beginning to unravel before her. However a hand soon tangled into her locks.
“Come 'ere.” He murmured, dragging her face to crush against his. His skilled tongue leading the charge of his counter attack as it slid past her lips. She attempted to dominate with her own tongue, but relented after a moment or two. The heat in her core begging for friction with his lap providing some relief. Her hips grinding in tight circles.
“Echo,” She moaned, breaking her role, “please.”
His answering groan fanned the flames. Their kiss breaking with a wet smack.
“On your knees, beautiful.”
“Didn't know you were in control.” She teased, her hand running over his bulge. His head lulling back when she squeezed.
“Please...need you.”
She chuckled, kissing his cheek, “See? We're still playing.”
She slid off his lap and folded to kneel between his legs. His clothed length giving a suggestive twitch when his gaze met her doe eyes. Her lips curling into a smirk as she opened his trousers seeking out her prize. He exhaled a sigh as she freed his length from its confines. Her name whispered like a prayer as she began stroking him.
“So good for me.” She praised, feeling him squirm under her touch.
Leaning forward, she kissed along the sensitive head, reveling in the stuttering buck of his hips. His flavor only urging her to ease him past her lips.
His lips stuttered every time she sank lower on his length. The warmth of her throat clouding his mind. Her pace increasing just to earn more of his sweet whines. The throbbing of his cock hinting at his release drawing closer.
“Wait, wait, don't stop.” He groaned, keeping a loose grasp on her locks.
Her tongue trailing along the underside of his cock as her mouth retreated.
“Oh, we won't be stopping my dear,” Her smirk sending a shiver of anticipation through him, “I was just getting my throne ready.”
I'm glad you enjoyed it. I thought this sort of interrogation play would be right up Echo's alley. Also the man understands boundaries and communicates those effectively. I also argue that the sexiest act here is the communication.
Glad this helped out (might...also have a subby Gregor piece here as well lol)
What do you think he is afraid of, other than heights?
Where does he feel most at peace?
How would he describe himself in 5 words?
How would his romantic life be? 💕
OMG I love getting to talk about him 💕
Fears:
So I think all of his fears are all based in things he can't fight with his strength and determination. That's why he's afraid of heights. I think he's also terrified of being caught out in the ocean. Both are kinda tied to the same thing on Kamino - falling off the platform and sent adrift in the sea - and both represent situations where he can't fight his way out.
At Peace:
He feels most at peace in the Marauder but not because of it, but because that's where he's had his best memories with his brothers.
WHEN they're all safe on Pabu, it'll definitely be Pabu. His favorite place will always be the heart of his home. For ultimate peace, it'll be sunset after a day of helping his community, belly full after a meal with his brothers, sister, and close friends, and if he's with someone, them in his arms as they watch the sun sink over the edge of the sea.
It almost looks like an explosion, but with none of the fear or adrenaline.
How He'd Describe Himself
Big
Strong
Hungry
Funny (Wrecker think's he's hysterical and honestly I just love that. I'd laugh at his laugh more than the joke but that's even more delightful)
Caring
Romantic Life
Wrecker would give 150% into his romantic life, and he'd live it LOUD. I don't just mean in volume - though he'd definitely talk about you enough to just about anyone who'd listen - but in action.
This man would be trying to do every sweet thing he can for you to take care of you. There literally wouldn't be a "honey-do" list because the second you'd ask something, he'd be on it before you could blink. Acts of service are a big way for him to show he cares - he isn't the most confident when it comes to expressing himself verbally.
It's also why he loves taking you on dates. He may not always plan them thoroughly, but he definitely always picks something fun and active - picnics and hikes, physical training/going to the gym, paintball, scavenger hunts/escape rooms (he loves these a lot). But he is adaptable and if you need a quieter day or night, he LOVES getting super comfortable in PJs (preferably you in just his shirt, he goes wild for that) and grabbing every pillow and blanket you can and play board games or video games in your nest, then cuddling and watching a holofilm to bed.
As much as he loves going out to have fun, he secretly treasures the nights in, where he gets to just hold you all night for as long as he can. Acts of Service is how he communicates his love, but Physical Touch is how he receives love, so holding you close and feeling how perfectly you fit against him soothes him. He also will never get over how relaxed you are around him. It humbles and makes him proud that you feel so comfortable around him that you trust him that much.
Some NSFW below here, please read responsibly.
Wrecker is not inexperienced when you meet, but he's closer to that end of the spectrum. He's hooked up, mostly to experience it, but he didn't like that he knew his partner didn't care for him and that he didn't really care for his partner.
I can see Wrecker being demisexual but even if he isn't, he very much prefers to have a relationship of some kind with a sexual partner.
But ultimate preference is to be committed to them and them to him. He loves (LOVES) the intimacy of it, of being so connected and open with someone else. Pretty much the exact kind of vulnerable that Crosshair hates, Wrecker looks forward to experiencing with you. Over. And over.
So there are some natural challenges when you start becoming intimate, as you have to teach him how to learn your body and he doesn't have much experience to know what he likes with a partner at first. Luckily, exploring with Wrecker is fun. He's nervous - he doesn't wanna mess up and he really doesn't wanna hurt you. But with reassurance and patience, he'll come to treat it as a game - and Wrecker loves playing games, especially when winning means you both get to feel good.
He cannot get over the reactions he can pull from you. It's reassurance he needs that he's doing good. And when you confirm it with your words???? OMG his brain does stop working some times. Hello praise kink. He tries to reciprocate. It takes a while, and he struggles with saying explicit stuff, but he's got some go-to phrases he uses that just get you going, and since he knows how good that feels for him, he keeps it up seeing it's making you feel just as good.
Prefers giving to receiving but that's mostly because he's afraid to hurt you. Once he gets comfortable that you'll communicate with him and he can read you better, he let's up and will be rougher with you.
Man's a messy pussy eater. There, I said it. Absolutely feral and all over down there. He'll smack his lips when he comes up, too, so you can hear how wet he made you. Gotta make sure you're ready for him, after all.
And ya, he's proportionate, so he insists on making you cum at least once before you try penetration.
But Wrecker is incredibly sex positive and knows that PiV is not the only way. He's a HUGE fan of mutual masturbation and assisted masturbation, heavy petting and grinding, and of course, thigh riding. These aren't just "we don't have time, here's something to tide us over" for him. They're all equal ways of showing you how much he loves you and how he can use his body to make yours feel good.
He's not into power dynamics since that makes him feel distant from his partner and he is NOT into degradation at all - that's a hard boundary for him. That said, he definitely has a size kink - he loves his size and how he makes you look small and you make him look big, no matter how tall you actually are.
I can't see Wrecker as really into impact play, but he does love marking you up with love bites and seeing the imprint of his grip on your skin (once you've confirmed you're ok with it). He really likes gripping and grouping and seeing your soft skin mold to his touch.
His favorite position is cowgirl, shortly followed by you on your back, your thighs over his hips as he kneels. Both give him complete access to you and he loves watching himself slide in and out of you. Though he'll never say no to bending you over a table, especially if you're wearing a flirty little skirt. He CANNOT be blamed for wandering hands leading to more when you're wearing a tiny skirt. That's almost as bad as his shirt.
Wrecker or literally anyone with prompt number 8, please 🙏
Hiiiii potato! 😂💕 this one got away from me a little bit, because it was such a delicious combination.  enjoy!
Wrecker x Skirt-Wearing Reader, NSFW, 318 words
You never would have imagined, in your wildest dreams, that you’d find yourself pinned against a wall by the largest, sweetest, sexiest clone you’d ever laid eyes on, but here you were: one leg wrapped around his waist, held on his hip with one strong hand as the other cupped the back of your head, cradling it tenderly as he kissed you breathless. He radiated warmth and passion, though he kept his movements careful as though you were precious and delicate. But the more tentative he was, the more you wanted him, and you pressed your hips into his leg, grinding against the sheer wall of muscle that was caressing you and breathing sweet nothings against your ear.
“Baby…” you whispered, eternally amused by the irony of your pet name for him, “You feel so good. I can never get enough of you.”
He rumbled, cheeks curving against your neck in a smile as he dragged his lips toward your collarbone, suckling it with a quiet groan as you rocked against his pelvis. His ravishing intensified, hands roving everywhere, pulling your shirt up, bunching your skirt up your thigh as he gripped it firmly.
“Oh, you like that huh?” you crooned, emboldened by his desire, “Seems like someone likes to be praised…”
He raised his head to yours, biting his lip as though he could barely contain himself, leaning in to take your lower lip in his and slowly slide it between his teeth, pressing a kiss to it as you pulled back.
“Are you gonna be my good boy tonight?”
The whimper that came from this hulking beast of a man made you weak in the knees and kindled a fire in your core, and you slowly freed your leg from his grasp, taking him by the hand and dragging him to the bedroom while he gazed at you in helpless adoration and ardent desire the entire way.
Which clones would fail No Nut November immediately and which would stick it out to the end?
so in this hypothetical, they’re in bets among themselves (by command track or battalions, depends) as to who would be able to stick it out. i got far more into this than i thought i would so i’ll add the “read more” later tonight since i typed all this on mobile
would (mostly) succeed:
wolffe -> he does great unless/until you tease him to his breaking point. if you prod, he breaks the last couple days of november and you don’t leave the bed till december
fox -> surprisingly succeeds bc normally he wants to bend you over his desk at any given moment, but he does have a competitive streak a klick wide
rex -> asks you for permission to join the bet and promises a very handsome reward if you take it easy on him
cody -> has plenty of distractions work-wise but makes sure that you’re not being deprived during the month, gifting you toys and promises of what he’s gonna do when december ends
dogma -> v dedicated and also does it out of spite bc fives said he couldn’t do it
crosshair -> knows he’s the only one of ‘99 who can do it (besides tech) and succeeds w even more spite than dogma
kix -> you and him both edge him just enough to get pleasure but without him cumming. it makes sex much more interesting
boil -> he just gives off the vibes of being able to succeed & does so while still teasing you relentlessly but not giving you more than his mouth or fingers
doom -> he tells you abt the bet right before he agrees to it and promises to keep you satisfied thru it. nnn proves to be a big opportunity to test new toys (his fave is the vibrator he rigged to be controlled from his vambrace) and is smug that he’s still able to keep you pleased despite nnn
boost -> cheats but no one knows he cheats besides the two of you bc he keeps you quiet during so he doesn’t get caught. you get him back on december first by being so obnoxiously loud that there’s no way for him to pretend he didn’t spend the precious night fucking you into oblivion
can’t do it:
bly -> can’t say no to you the moment you ask him in that voice, feels slightly guilty for not realizing that you would be slightly deprived during nnn
hardcase -> everything becomes remotely sexual no matter what and if he had hair, he’d be pulling it out of his head. showers are hard and end up being where he breaks, getting out just before to comm you and ask you to join him so he can fuck you instead of his hand
tup -> he was doing great until you unconsciously back up against him a little too much while spooning & make him cum in his sleep. he wakes up to an orgasm and you feel bad for making him lose, being sure to make it up to him
fives -> he doesn’t let you be without during nnn but that becomes his downfall bc he ends up rutting into the bed while eating your 🐱 and cumming from you saying his name and your taste
hunter -> he tells you to not deprive yourself but he realizes real quick his heightened senses can’t handle it. he knows when you’re fresh off an orgasm and the pheromones eventually wear on him till he’s cumming in his blacks
jesse -> doesn’t believe in it & decides to fuck you all thru november, making sure the both of you are extremely loud just to be a dick to his bros who are participating
tech -> crosshair wants to win & you wanna get fucked. the two of you conspire to get tech to fail and a little over halfway thru, he falls apart like wet flimsi. you get dicked down and crosshair wins nnn, it’s a victory on all sides
alpha-17 -> doesn’t see the validity of nnn as a test of resilience (would much rather fast) and pretends he doesn’t notice the glares he gets after fucking you loud and hard the night before
wrecker -> was actually rutting into you in his sleep and when you woke up to him pressed against your ass, you reminded him of nnn but he didn’t care and fucked you anyway. you came (multiple times) out of it with some nice bruises
Sounds like Jesse already got me lol. I can 100% see him confused AF as to why he would want to compete in suffering and deprivation when he could just enjoy you instead. And... the fact that enjoying you LOUDLY will piss off his brothers as a lovely little bonus is so perfectly him I love it.
And Wrecker's is just a yes from me. Of course he would try - he has to beat Crosshair at something after all. But yah no self control there the minute temptation is introduced.
But can we appreciate the smooth Captain here? Like, he is WELL aware of the fact that his very impressive control will snap if you're not a team player, and he wants to win. And I, for one, would LOVE to be on the receiving end of his appeals to get you to behave.
This has been on the back burner but I finally wanted to work on it again on some domestic Wrecker x F!reader
You made quick work of the clasps allowing him to slip out of his boots. Straightening up to standing once more before him, you jerked your head to the refresher. His only response was to snatch you up in his arms, plant a kiss on your cheek, and set you back on your feet. Appeased with the small affection, he headed off to the refresher as if he had smooth talked getting a treat before dinner.
You rolled your eyes at his victory and padded down the hall to your bedroom. The topmost drawers of your dresser were cleared out once he started staying at your place instead of the Marauder in between missions. His brothers knew where to find him or if they needed a place for hot water. Flicking open the drawers, you plucked up some civilian clothing that was much too large for your stature. Hearing the shower start up, you made your way to the refresher making a momentary stop to the linen closet for some towels.
You stepped inside the refresher to take in the scene before you. His blacks were scattered along the floor. His gloves abandoned on the counter. However, the main event was the large clone currently standing under the spray. Your gaze followed the trails of water flowing down his back only to be interrupted when he turned around. You held up your stack of offered fabrics.
“Brought you something to change into.”
this man goes feral when he catches that you’re riled up
the first thing on his mind when he has you below him is out his nose against you and inhale
he prefers you being on your back under him so he can run his hands along your curves and watch you squirm
want him to go at it a bit harder? Pull his hair.
sometimes he’ll go a day or two without shaving since he likes to drive you crazy by letting his stubble graze against your entrance
he’ll take it slow and easy to watch you unravel before him
but if it’s been awhile, he may take it a bit faster since he’s been craving his favorite flavor
he does enjoy you fisting a hand in his hair to show how much your liking it, but if you’re in the mood for it, his bandana may find a new home around your wrists while he continues.
he had to stop eating you out just before missions since he swore he was still inches away from your slit every time he inhaled.
it was a wonder his squad even completed that mission with the amount of times his mind kept wandering back to your bed
Echo
absolutely treats you like a queen both in and out of the bedroom
he’ll drop to his knees to worship your folds
always keeps a hand on you just in case it becomes too much
he’ll get you worked up by inserting his tongue and teasing before moving to your clit
his eyes are always looking out for even the slightest notion that you are uncomfortable
expect plenty of sweet thigh kisses
he’s patient. He’ll wait for you to be thoroughly satisfied before he even thinks about getting up from his post.
if you reach down and squeeze the bulge in his blacks, you’ll get rewarded with a moan against your clit
make sure you let him know how well he’s doing. He’ll double his efforts to help you chase your climax
He’s still a bit insecure about some of the hardware on his person, so if you’re looking to hang on to him, the back of the head closer to the crown is where to reach.
Tech
A lot of his techniques have been from research and experimentation and by the maker, he loves to experiment
toys are the usual in your play, but he does switch it up to keep you on your toes
some are covertly purchased while on planet, but some of the best ones are those developed by him while his brothers are asleep
these are typically kept in a locked draw at Tech’s work bench since not much of a to do to clear his projects if you end up distracting him with wandering hands and heated kisses along his neck
cue you getting hauled up on the workbench and that drawer being unlocked
his favorite to use on you right now: a handheld optimized by him to give a random series of vibrations to place on your clit
“I expect feedback on the modifications, cy’are.”
and you would. In the form of moans and falling apart under his gaze
after you’ve rewarded him with your orgasm, he immediately begins taking notes in his datapad on possible improvements. Only the best for his cy’are.
Crosshair
Absolute. Kriffing. Tease.
the man has a bit of an oral fixation to begin with, so has a few tricks up his sleeve when it comes to your pleasure
to start, he would lavish your thighs. We're talking kisses and nipping the to the point that you could not show off your thighs the next day
he takes his time scoping out his approach towards your folds leaving you a whimpering mess under him
It’s only after you beg him, and promise to behave when he finally gives in by using the tip of his tongue to circle your clit
each flick of his tongue leaves you bucking your hips begging him for more
“stay still for me, doll.”
he’ll pull back if you refuse to hold still, only returning if you’re a good girl for him
he has this technique that never fails with you
it took you some time to figure it out but his technique was him signing his name to your core. Marking you as his.
Wrecker
with his strength and size difference, all you have to do is whisper your request and he's game
his favorite position though is you riding his face.
he’s able to hold your hips and grab a handful of whatever else is close by
squeeze your thighs around his head and he’ll keep going
he loves manhandling you while you’re on top of him
loves to feel you tremble on his face when you’re close
vocal but a bit muddled from you seated on top of him
tends to come at you like a man starved
he's always been a messy eater
one time he was about to head out on a mission and Tech pointed out something on Wrecker’s chin. The big guy just grinned and mopped it up with the back of his hand before taking it into his mouth. That shouldn’t go to waste.
Oh jeez, sneaking up on him is beyond difficult, so you gotta wait until he’s occupied
So when Tech has him occupied with discussing the next mission you and the Batch are going on. Your target is open.
You manage to grab a handful, and to your surprise Hunter does not even react
He even finishes speaking with Tech without even a change to his voice
When you pull away, a hand catches your your wrist
With Tech turned back to piloting, Hunter pulls you close to whisper in your ear
“I’ll give you a 10 second head start, Mesh’la.”
Echo
You find Echo scomp link deep in the marauder
Target sighted and locked.
You creep up on the poor clone and grab a handful
There’s a sharp inhale from him and a physical quarter jump moving the intrusion
He whips his head to see you there with that knowing look
Echo.exe has stopped responding
Tell him he has a cute ass, and he’ll be stood there possibly short circuiting until you walk away, and he attempts to follow after being pulled back by his scomp link still in the ship.
Tech
Tech was found at his usual haunt of his workbench currently consumed with some project or another.
Thankfully, he had taken to shifts between sitting and standing, and you happened to catch him on a standing shift.
Sneaking up on Tech is relatively easy compared to his brothers, and getting a handful yielding interesting results
Tech made a noise you could only describe as a squeak, and his tools clattered to his work bench
His attention turned to the culprit to find you.
He clears his throat, but the lecture he attempts to deliver is cut down significantly but the touch of a stutter and the blush consuming his face
“C-Cy’are, I ask that you don’t disrupt my work….if *clears throat* if you wish to partake in this further..I..suppose I could take a break.”
Crosshair
Crosshair is seeing to his rifle since it got a bit banged up after the previous mission
You make the excuse of having to see about your blaster and make your way into the armory
He stands up to glance down the scope and you strike
You seize a handful of what could be described as a runner’s ass, and and you barely notice the toothpick fall from his lips
He whips around and snatches your wrist
“I wouldn’t go making promises, doll.”
He let’s go to attempt to return the favor but juggling a potential handful of you and his firepuncher you manage to juke out of his reach. He missed his shot, and he takes that kinda stuff personally.
Wrecker
It doesn’t take you long to locate the Batch’s explosives expert.
The sounds of Gonky lead you right to him and his workout routine
He’s effortlessly lifting the poor droid and that leaves you a perfect opening
You grab what handful you can however that is some prime real estate
Gonky makes a distressed noise as Wrecker’s hold faltered for a moment
The look on his face when he sees you. Even the tips of his ears are dusted pink as well as his face.
He’ll set Gonky down with a hand to the back of his neck, but don’t be fooled. As soon as you take your leave, you feel one of his hands grope your ass and give it a squeeze.
Something a bit darker for the Cardinal Odyssey Crew.
Minor DNI 18+
Warnings: Alcohol, mentions of abuse, smoking, swearing
She said, I know what it’s like to be dead. Numb to everything around you; people seeing through you. The home, if you could call it that, where she grew up was her tomb. The old man only summoned her when work orders poured in, however she started seeing more of his bedroom when she grew older. Her mind would be miles away during those times, always venturing back to the place she was only familiar with in books. The scent of stale booze was replaced with the salty sea breeze. The rocking of the bed soon became the waves of a feisty sea. Her sketchbook that kept her designs of clockwork contraptions also held a crude blueprint of a vessel to traverse the waves. This she kept hidden from the old man for he would sink any aspirations she held only leaving her a swift beating and more time upstairs to learn more of the old man’s ‘kindness’. Her life there ended when another urchin was brought in and after an ‘incident’, as she called it, they were both free, the husk of herself died with the old man that day. She had buried that part deep and erected walls and shored up those walls as time passed.
I only had a glimpse of her hurt when she was brought to me, the only color on her being the rust colored stain seeping through her shirt caking the fabric to her side. The boy that brought her I assumed to be her brother at the time explained that they were runaways and she had gotten injured after a run-in with a patch of grave flowers. I was able to nurse her back to health, but something pulled me to this pair. Maybe my goddess was guiding me to mentor these lost souls?
Her and I sat across from each other now. Her confession still lingered around the air, mingling with the smoke trailing from her cigarette. We were alone in the main hold of the ship and the bottle of Heartcutter whiskey we were sharing barely had enough left to coat the bottom. It was a way to pass the time from our return to port after another string of successful trips. The years had slipped away from us and now the ship that existed in the girl’s sketchbook was now our home brought to life by the hands of the woman before me. Her crew, no..her family had grown since those days with each addition. Majority of them being wayward souls like herself.
“I can’t begin to know what your life was like before me or Sven, but would you go about changing anything, Ava?” I treaded carefully on my words unaware if Ava was merely buzzed or if her emotional dam was going to burst from a misplaced word.
She up-ended her glass and took another drag watching the smoke dissipate as she exhaled, “You know, Deacon...I don’t think I would. If you’ve already known death, you got no other choice but to live.”
A smile tugged at the corners of her mouth as she looked back at me, “Besides, isn’t living the best way to say fuck you?”
My hand smoothed out a rough patch on my beard as I reached for the bottle, “That’s...one way to think about it.”
Warnings: oral (M receiving), P in V, praise kink, alcohol, club atmosphere
A/N: 18 + Divider by @eloquentmoon || orange divider by @saradika
@its-capt-traitor-to-you , I present my humble offering for QYTGregor
The bass resonated in your chest giving you some semblance of feeling. Your traitors, friends you mentally corrected, had dragged you out of the comfort of your apartment in favor of music that drowned out any thoughts or conversation, clones looking for a place to sleep other than their barracks, and drinks to help anyone forget about tomorrow. Your drink some florescent cocktail you could not bother to remember the name of, but it was shoved before you by one of you cohorts before they melted into the crowd along the dance floor pulling some poor clone by the hand. You preferred your liquid company allowing its warmth embrace you when your lips graced the rim. Despite the music and swarms of natborns and clones alike, you were content on your solitary presence at the bar with your drink.
“Hey.”
You eyes slid closed and whispered a curse. What part of you said ‘please come talk to me’? You opened your eyes and spun around coming face to face with a clone. Your drink remained perched between your fingers.
You plastered on your customer service smile you reserved for work, “Hi.”
His armor appeared unassuming. No wild colors and garish decoration.
“I was wondering if I could buy you a drink.”
You gestured vaguely to the glass still in hand, “ah, I’m still working on this one, but thanks though.”
“Well, why don’t I hang around until you need another one then?”
Ah, kriff. One of those guys. You tipped the glass to your lips in an attempt to by yourself some time to think. Fake a comm call? Excuse yourself to the restroom? Attempt honesty?
Your lips left the rim, “I appreciate the gesture really bu-”
“There you are, mesh’la. Sorry to keep you waiting.”
Out of the corner of your eye, another clone had approached. The first clone’s expression feel.
“Captain, I-I had no idea she-”
The captain chuckled, “It’s alright, but thanks for keeping her company for me.”
The first clone retreated to hopefully bother someone else leaving you and the captain at the bar. You took another sip.
“He one of yours?”
He scoffed, “Nah, some shiny I’ll have to speak to Rex about.”
You frowned.
“A new one. His armor isn’t even broken in yet.” He explained, seeming to read your mind.
You made a soft noise of understanding. One of your fingers idling tracing the rim of your glass.
“So I guess I owe you one for getting that one off me.”
His smile coaxed a twitch of your lips, “I wouldn’t mind some company.”
Drinks flowed and soon the pair began building their squads of empty glasses. The building buzz from your drinks hummed happily through your body as your hand cradled your chin.
“So I gotta ask, ‘s with the colors?” You slurred pressing a finger against his pauldron.
He chuckled, “Tends to show where we’re assigned.”
“Oh? Not meant to disarm the pretty things begging for a solider’s attention?”
The captain leaned closer with a mischievous spark in his eye, “That’s only a secondary effect. It works when it does.”
You giggled, beginning its lazy trek from his pauldron to his chest plate, “mm, might be working.”
“Is it now,”
You offered a shrug of your shoulders, “Could be,”
You glanced back towards the dance floor, you companion and their beau for the evening deep in the sway of the mass of gyrating hips and drunken caresses.
“Seems I’ll be walking home by myself tonight.” You mused.
“This late? Suppose I could offer to escort you home.”
Your hand splayed against your chest feigning offense, “You think I can’t handle myself?”
“I’d be afraid for whoever crosses your path.”
You barked a laugh, “Do I get to know the name of my escort, or is it just cap?”
A laugh eased out of him, “The name’s Gregor.”
The trek back to your apartment was uneventful if not for the growing tension between the two of you. Each wobble of a step was met by a strong arm keeping you steady. The armor doing nothing to halt the lance of delicious sparks coursing through you. Much too soon for your liking, the steps of your domocile were before you. You stepped up, yet the captain remained rooted at the threshold. Your vantage point keeping you inches from his face.
“Mission successful. I guess you’re my hero now.”
The color to his cheeks was either the result of the drinks or you. Some part of you hoped for the latter. He chuckled.
“It’s all in a day’s work.”
“You’re welcome to come up for some caf or..maybe something else.”
Your lips twitched as his gaze drifted. Those molten chocolate pools soon meeting your gaze. The sight of his tongue darting out to moisten his lips lured you closer. Gregor closing the distance.
Just the touch of his lips set you aflame. Your hand steadying yourself on his pauldron as one of his hands rested along your back not caging you in, but also a silent request to stay.
The door to you apartment swung open as you shuffled in your company for the evening. Your lips fused to his, hands wandering to explore the terrain of plastoid and what little skin you could touch. Your heels were the first to go much to the delight of your feet. Your dress was next with the whisper of a zipper, yet the trail ran cold as you fumbled with armor clasps earning a chuckle from the commando. His lips pulling away despite yours pulling closer.
“Easy mesh’la, let me get this off.”
The clasps were released with soft clicks. The plastoid pieces falling from his form, and your onslaught continued. From sculpted shoulders to the bridges marking his abdomen, your fingers eagerly explored as if to burn them into your mind. You guided the commando into your bedroom. Your kisses heated, urgent as if he would disappear in a puff of smoke. Teeth would clash. Tongues fought for dominance, tasting the last whispers of drink. His knees butted up against your bed, and the gentle press of your finger was all the convincing he needed to fall back bringing you with him.
“Safe word?” You murmured against his lips.
“Plebe.”
You scoffed a laugh, “Well, hopefully that doesn’t come up. Lay back and enjoy.”
You moved to sit up keeping your weight on his thighs to get the full view of the commando underneath. The fabric of his blacks leaving little to your imagination especially to the strained bulge of the fabric that made your mouth water.
Your fingers ghost over the bulge receiving a whimper only earning a heated groan when your fingers curl around it giving a playful squeeze.
“Hope this is set to stun.” You teased.
“Can’t make any promises.”
Your bottom lip found its way between your teeth as you rolled down the waistband moving the obstructions down to his knees. His cock springing free to attention. A bead of precum already present much to your delight. His hips jerked off the bed at the first strokes causing you to plant you free hand along his hip.
“Ah, ah, ah, I’m in command tonight, captain.” You chided, your thumb swirling around the head causing any form of a reply to devolve into a moan.
You leaned down. His breathing hitched at your warm breath. Your tongue darting out to run along the underside of the head. His cock giving a suggestive twitch.
“Mesh’la,” He whined, one of his fists gripping the sheets.
You decided to have mercy on the commando writhing under you. His length was impressive, but his girth send a pleasurable ache to your core as you eased it into your mouth. A muted thud of his head lulling back onto the bed. You continued to ease him in dragging a groan from deep in his chest when he felt your muscles swallow around him. You hand remained enclosed around the base to stroke what you could not fit. His breathing became labored. After another swallow, you were lifted from your prize and met with a burning kiss.
“I wasn’t gonna last if you keep doing that.” His voice a rasp after he broke this kiss. His hands keeping hold of your face.
You chuckled, “Then let’s make it worth it.”
With a gentle removal of his hands, you guided him back to laying on the bed. Your hand remaining on his chest as you straddled him, a free hand shifting your panties to the side.
“So insubordinate, captain,” You smirked, feeling him quiver under you, “but I’ll punish you later.”
At the brush of his cock against your folds was enough of a surge for his hips to buck. Your hand held fast on his chest as your hips moved just out of reach.
“Stand down, captain.”
After a staring contest, his hips settled back and you returned to lining his length up. The initial breach pulled a harmony of moans from the both of you. You eased him in inch by delicious inch soon bottoming out against his pelvis. Neither one of you moved. You memorizing the stretch he provided while he marveled over the tight warmth that surrounded him.
“There we go. See, my orders aren’t so bad”
“Mesh’la,” He grunted, “you need to move.”
“Giving orders?” You shifted just enough for him to groan.
“P-Please, mesh’la.”
“How could I say no when you asked so nicely,”
You lifted up only leaving the head notched inside you before bringing your hips back down finding satisfaction in the way his eyes rolled back. Your pace was not as punishing, yet the commando bucked and groaned under you hesitantly grabbing your thighs.
“It’s alright, you can hold on there.” You cooed.
His white knuckle grip on your flesh kept you grounded while your pleasure began its ascent towards the peak. You shifted your position seated on his cock that nearly sent stars clouding your vision every time his cock dragged against your insides. You allowed the buck of his hips, but your eyes remained on his blissed out expression. You gaze sharpened at feeling one of his hands release your thigh. His eyes met yours. Pupils blown wide from pleasure.
“Let me help you, please.”
You continued your pace on him, “Help how?”
“Wanna nnn…help you cum, mesh’la.”
You leaned down capturing his lips in a kiss, “Only if you behave.”
His thumb calloused from his days in the field began circling your clit. Your head fell back with a moan encouraging him by speeding up. The combination of his cock and his thumb swiftly delivered you to the cliff edge.
“I’m close, captain.”
“I can feel it, mesh’la. You- ohh, choking me here.”
With a throb of his cock and a tight circle of his thumb, you dove off the cliff diving into your ecstasy. Your mind focusing on nothing but him, his groans, and his cock now pounding into you as he chased his release. His hands migrated to you hips moving you along his cock for a few more thrusts before he held you to him. A feral groan and the throbbing of his spend spilling into you.
You both remained frozen for a time, eyes locked. His grip released but you may be waking up with bruises in the morning. You eventually unsheathed him from you before rolling off in favor of curling up against his side. He draped an arm around you pulling you close.
“That was..”
“Yeah,” You breathed, the digital readout of the chrono catching your attention.
“Caf maker is set to start in an hour. In case you need a pick me up if some of your boys call.”
He chuckled, pressing a kiss to your temple, “They’ll be alright for the night.”
Sleep began singing its siren song coaxing you to slumber.
“Forgot to say,” You yawned, nodding off in the warmth of his embrace, “thank you for your service.”
His laugh was the only sound before he settled in to rest.
Congrats to your Follower Celebration (again? Not sure if I already send an ask *lmao* ) You deserve each of them!!! AND Thank you for your stories L!! Such a fun to read them!!
Do you still take requests??? Not sure...
Anyways... may I request
68. “I like you, like like you like you.” With Jesse or Hardcase?
Caro, my dear. Thank you for your saint-like patience while I was getting life to settle down a bit. I hope you enjoy <3
Warnings: minors DNI, P in V, friends to lovers
“There she is.”
“Hardcase!”
The clone halted his approach and locked his footing as the incoming missile launched at him. His arms extended to catch as soon as your feet left the ground. Arms wrapping around you as you collided with plastoid.
“Easy there, mesh'la.”
He glanced down to see a grin plastered on your face. His chastising going from halfhearted to ineffective in moments.
“What, I can't be excited that you're finally back?”
It had been ages, but after receiving coms that the 501st would be returning to Coruscant for shore leave, your days had been conquered by planning. Shopping lists that would make most bars look under stocked, holo films gathered of all of his favorites with some new additions to try out, and your closet. Your poor closet still looked as if a clothing bomb had gone off as you had spent hours upon hours selecting the perfect outfit to welcome him home.
“That's fair, so what's first on the list?”
“Take out from that hole in the wall and clearing out holo drama recordings?”
The clone tilted his head scrunching up his face as if to mull things over.
“I hear this season's juicy,” You tempted with a smirk, “scandals, betrayals.”
“Alright, you twisted my arm,” He chuckled.
“I can't stay away anymore. I-I love you, Elora.”
“But...you're married to my sister.”
“Only because of the baby, but every second without you is an eternity.”
“Oh, Ambrose.”
“Oh you've gotta be kidding me?!”
“Just why!?”
You upturned your drink polishing it off before placing it among its other empty brethren on your coffee table. The holo drama began offering spicy snippets of the next episode as you both continued heckling the screen.
“This guy's terrible. What the kriff is gonna do when her sister finds out?” Hardcase vented.
He had abandoned his armor as soon as he reached your apartment in favor of some civvies you kept stashed just in case. The clone staggered to his feet. The alcohol already beginning to develop a comforting buzz behind his forehead.
“Resupply?” He asked, gesturing to the coffee table stacked with bottles and take out containers.
The moment you pursed your lips in thought, Hardcases's mind began to wander. How long had it been since you two met? Seemed like you two had always existed like this: sharing drinks, laughing at each other's jokes, always around to welcome him back after a tour. It was great....until he had to leave.
It would start with a hollow pang in his chest, which would eventually run its course. But not even some time dumping rounds through his trusty R6 would help lessen the weight of leaving you behind.
“Case?”
Your face was contorted with concern, pulling him from his thoughts.
“Sorry, spaced out for a minute there.” He dismissed with a chuckle.
Awkward silence invaded the room, which left the clone to retreat to the kitchen for liquid courage.
The holo drama had long since wrapped as you got yourself to your feet. The clone still absent. As you crept towards your kitchen, you caught the end of a one-sided conversation.
“Kriffing idiot.”
“Who's a kriffing idiot?”
He froze. Drinks still in hand. His gaze suddenly finding the floor very interesting.
Your approach went unnoticed until the feel of fingers on his chin, lifting his gaze to meet yours.
“Case, you know you can talk to me, right?”
His adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed.
“I...Iike you, mesh'la.”
“I like you too.”
He huffed a sigh through his nose, his hand holding your fingers to his face.
“I like you, like like you, like you.”
Your lips parted, heat rising to your cheeks.
“I....if you don't feel the same I und-”
He was silenced by your lips meeting his. The world fell away, only you and the clone who had captured your heart long ago. All too soon, you both came up for air.
A giggle bubbled up from your throat as you took in his adorably surprised expression.
“Good enough of an answer for you?”
The hint of a smirk curled his lips, “I might need you to repeat that.”
Rising to the bait, you pressed your lips to his once more. This kiss deeper and more urgent than the last. You barely heard the clatter of drinks being set hastily on the nearby counter before strong arms wrapped around you pulling you closer. Your tongue ventured out testing the seam of his lips earning a soft gasp from the trooper. The smoldering embers in your belly roaring to life as soon as his tongue joined yours.
“Mesh'la.” He breathed.
The hand at the small of your back twitched. One of his fingers tracing your spine. A surge of boldness took you as you grasped that hand moving it lower. A groan rumbled in his throat as he made contact with your ass. He gave a gentle squeeze to test the waters growing braver once your muffled moan met his ears.
Your own hands wandered the expanse of his chest blindly mapping out his pectorals before moving down to his abdomen.
“You sure about this?” He mumbled against your lips.
“Case, I've waited three tours for this.”
“Alright,”
His hands swiftly moved to cradle your thighs before abruptly lifting you. You felt his grin at your surprised squeak. After the adjustment of encircling your legs around his waist, the trooper began making his way to your bedroom.
Your back soon met the plush mattress with him towering above you.
“Get this off.” You smirked, grabbing a fist full of his shirt.
He pulled away long enough to peel off his shirt tossing the article away.
“Your turn.”
Your top soon met the floor. You soon reached behind you and once you relieved the clasps of their duty, you bra was soon added to the floor. You giggled after following his entranced gaze.
“You can touch.”
He gingerly cupped one of your breasts before he planted his face in between the soft mounds. After another giggle left you, he said something but was muffled. Placing a hand on each side of his head, you lifted.
“Try that again?”
“This must be what heaven feels like.”
You let his head fall back into your chest with a half hearted roll of your eyes. The giggles morphing into moans as soon as his tongue graced your skin. You soon began squirming under him. The roaring fire in your belly only growing hotter.
“Case, come on,”
He lifted his gaze to look into your eyes.
“Pants off, trooper.”
The playful spark in his eyes matched his grin, “Now that's an order I can follow.”
As soon as he stood to disrobe, you took your chance to shimmy out of your pants. Your thumbs were already hooked into the waistband of your panties, but you stopped upon watching his pants hit the floor. A sizable bulge forming a tent in the front of his boxers. You moved forward batting his hands away. Your fingers dipping into the waistband of his boxers. Another hand ghosting over his bulge.
"Nice of you to stand at attention for me," you teased.
His laugh was laced with the undertones of a groan, “Well, when the occasion's right.”
After he gave the okay, his boxers were soon around his ankles. Your gaze plastered on what was hiding underneath.
“We don't have t-”
“Oh no, you're bringing that over here.”
He chuckled returning to his post. His lips seeking out yours. The pressure of his exposed cock against your thigh adding to your thinning patience to have him inside you.
You teeth grazed his bottom lip, “Get on your back.”
His arms wrapped around you as he rolled. Your chests pressed flush to each other. You offered another kiss before shifting to straddle him. His cock offering a delighted throb at being nestled between your sopping folds. Your hips rocked against his, earning a groan that trailed off into a whine.
“Feels so good already.”
Your fingers closed around his length as you lined him up with your entrance.
“Then you'll love this.”
The cheeky reply on his lips died in favor of a gasp. His hands moving to grip your hips. His head lulling back into the pillows. You stayed still to allow your body to adjust to his size. The stuttering twitches of his hips almost eliciting a giggle from you.
“Kriff, you're tight.” He gritted out, fingers pressing harder into your hips.
“I'll move in a minute,” You soothed, your fingertips skating over his chest, “just relax and let me show you how much I've wanted you.”
The look that met yours was equal parts adorable and sexy. His pupils blown wide from lust with warmth swirling within his irises the color of whiskey, and you wanted nothing more than to drink him in.
After a few moments, you gave an experimental rock of your hips. A white hot lance of pleasure shot up your spine. Your gaze locked to the ceiling as your rocking soon became shallow thrusts. Hardcase's strings of whispered praises spurring you onward.
When you tore your eyes away from the ceiling, the sight below was almost your undoing. His chest rose and fell with his ragged breaths. A sheen of sweat had begun to form on his temples. Grabbing one of his hands, you guided his fingers to your folds. His trigger finger resting upon your pearl.
“Case, please.”
Who was he to deny such a request?
It took little guidance apart from demonstrating that circling your pearl resulting in your heat giving him a squeeze. Soon he was easing you toward the peak like a pro. Circling in one direction only to change directions moments later. Alternating pressures and speeds to milk more of those sweet noises from you.
Much too soon for your liking, the peak of your pleasure was upon you, and he never let up. His name a hoarse cry as your back curved. Euphoria exploding along every nerve.
A curse tore from his throat at your muscles clamping down around him. His hips bucking up to chase the tightness. His own end approaching at an alarming rate.
“Mesh'la, I..” He was cut off by his groan.
“In.” You managed before his back arched tight as a bowstring.
His hands pressing your hips to his. His cock pulsing as your pussy continued to milk every last drop of his seed from him.
Eventually you eased him out of you in favor of laying in his welcoming embrace.
“So, you do that with all your friends?” He teased.
You chuffed out a laugh, “Friends, no, but with a boyfriend..”
Started tackling some sentence starters. Asks/ requests are open so if you see one you want tackled with a specific character, let me know.
Warnings: Oral (F-Receiving), slight ass play, facesitting, (reader is hinted at being plus sized)
“You look good enough to eat,”
You moaned as Wrecker’s hot mouth made contact with your entrance. His tongue eagerly lapping up your slick.
“Careful, Ad’ika.” He chuckled, taking a moment to lift you off of his face as if you weighed nothing, and to him you might as well be. “Don’t wanna wake them, do ya?”
It had been quite a while since you two had some alone time and the cockpit being your only means of privacy while the rest of the Batch slept in their racks. It was currently your shift in the pilot’s chair, and Wrecker volunteered to keep you company since he always claims his bunk is cold without you laying with him. It started innocently enough. You both in the pilot and co-pilot seats talking about what you wanted to do once back at Ord Mantell. This escalated to you returning to your normal position of sitting in his lap and receiving neck kisses. After a few minutes of getting worked up with heated kisses and wandering hands, you were stripped by the large clone, riding his face and at the mercy of his tongue.
You squirmed in his hold attempting to get him to start again earning another chuckle from underneath.
“Alright, alright.”
His mouth returned to your heat, giving a lick to your folds before diving in for more. His hands moved from your thighs to palming your ass, kneading each globe. This was what got him in trouble. This ass in his hands. The one you would complain about, but to him it’s perfect. Even following you around on missions, his gaze is always pulled to the sway of your hips just begging him to grab on. He smirked at feeling your thighs grip tighter around his head. You were getting close. His hands started grabbing a bit rougher attempting to bring you closer to his face.
You were making him work for it tonight. Those final strands of sanity were fraying as you neared the edge. The clone under you manhandling you and his tongue all but fucking your entrance. However, with you focusing on grounding yourself you failed to take account of his fingers. With a brush of a thick fingertip at your rear entrance, those final strands keeping you on the cliff snapped as your orgasm surged through you hitting full force. The only sound leaving you a breathless gasp of his name.
It was a few moments of your blissed out state when you came down from your high to a muffled noise. You immediately relaxed your thighs’ vice grip on Wrecker’s head.
“Kriff, Wreck you alright?”
He moved you down along his form to straddle his abdomen, “More than alright,” His hands had moved to your hips, thumbs stroking your skin. His tone had softened, “What about you? Was everything good?”
Your heart melted. No matter how many times you two have tangled up together, no matter how many times you scream his name at the apex of your pleasure, your comfort was always his concern. You leaned down to press your lips to his.
“Amazing, although you kinda surprised me at the end there.”
His ears turned a bit pink and hand abandoned your hips in favor of his neck, “I got carried away didn’t I,”
How was this the same clone who snuck pinches of your ass and whispered how the two of you could sneak off somewhere when he was all riled up? Your face heated up a bit.
Hey lovely. How about some Rina and Wrecker, and the prompt is Wrecker asking Rina to sleep with him but he's trying to do it super romantic and date-like and absolutely an adorable awkward dork about it that is just the cutest? ;3
Hey there Anon,
Thank you so much for your patience because I...kinda went ham on this, so I hope you enjoy
Warning(s): Prep talk, oral (m!receiving), fingering (f!receiving), P in V
Wrecker was on the hunt. Thankfully the Marauder held only a few spaces to hide away as he searched the ship. His target tucked away by the sensors. Vibroblade twirling between his fingers while his idle gaze stared at the screen. The demolitions expert took a breath, hoping to find answers.
“Hunter?”
The sergeant answered with a grunt. His eyes still tracing over the data on the screen.
“You and Kimber love each other.”
Curiosity getting the better of him, Hunter swiveled to watch his brother, his blade still idly twirling in his grip.
“Yes...?” He pressed, urging him to get on with stating the obvious.
A hand went up to cradle the large clone's neck. A nervous tic from his cadet years.
“and...and you and her do a lot of couple things, yeah?”
Hunter nodded slowly.
“So...when did you and her decide to...y'know..” He shrugged his massive shoulders, his gaze suddenly finding a part of the ship interesting, “be..well, intimate.”
The vibroblade tumbled out of his grasp clattering to the floor. The sergeant's eyes darting up to the gunner's turret to ensure they were not overheard. A flustered glare leveled despite the height difference.
“That's..none of your business.”
It was near comical to watch the larger clone fold himself smaller under his brother's glare.
“I just wanted to ask. I..I could go ask Kimb-”
“No you're not.”
“Ask what?”
The sergeant sighed, a curse rolling through his mind. The conversation probably drawing her out from her sleeping quarters.
“Let's take this out of the open.”
He rose from his seat retreating to his and Kimber's shared quarters. Wrecker closing the door behind him after he crossed the threshold.
“Alright,” Kimber exhaled, “so what's going on?”
Hunter gestured for his brother to begin.
“So...you and Hunter love each other, and I love Rina the same way and well...I don't know what I'm doing. Most it's been is just spending time together.”
Kimber pursed her lips in thought as the large clone continued. Wrecker was better in touch with emotions. Some of his retellings appeared nice enough, however some of the details began to ring several bells in her mind.
“Wrecker,” she interrupted, “have you been watching how Hunter treats me?”
“I...yeah. I mean we live together.” He replied, his hand returning to the back of his neck.
Hunter regarded his love with a raised brow before she pressed on, “It's okay that you're trying to make Rina happy, she isn't me and you aren't Hunter.”
Her features softened upon seeing a frown develop on Wrecker's face.
“Maybe talking to her would help. Loving someone isn't just doing what others do. You find the things that are special for both of you.”
To further illustrate her point, Kimber's hand delicately folded over Hunter's.
Ord Mantell could not come into view fast enough for the explosives expert as he waited in his quarters. His talk with Hunter and Kimber weighing on his mind as he attempted to piece together what was special for both him and his girl. Different subjects came to mind, but they were just as quickly tossed aside in a vain attempt at the perfect way to spend time with who he deemed as his favorite explosive.
Would she want to go out? Would she be too tired from her own missions? He frowned. Why would that matter? As long as he could grab her up as soon as he could see her then that would be perfect for him.
Just seeing that smile on her face is enough for him to want to scoop her up. It always felt good to have her in his arms. Every inch of her soft and sweet. Her lips fitting against his just right among their welcome back kisses. A sigh left him almost feeling her smaller hands against his chest. Her fingers sometimes weaving patterns that would make him shiver even though his body would only feel warmer.
His hand traced along his face with a groan. He adjusted to get comfortable as he could in the narrow rack. Might as well catch a nap while everything is quiet.
Something soft and warm pressed against his cheek rousing him from his slumber. His eyes blinking away his grogginess before he made contact with the disturbance.
“Hey, big guy.”
He immediately lit up at seeing her perched on his rack. His hands seeking her out swiftly bringing her in for a kiss. She was soon splayed out on top of him chest to chest their lips not parting. She eventually pulled back for air, face flushed.
“I want more.”
Rina arched a brow at his statement, shifting on top of him.
“More of what exactly?”
“Promise you won't get mad?”
“Spill it.”
Rina slightly rose and fell when he took a breath.
“Never had anything like this.”
She hummed, “If it makes you feel better, you're the first one that didn't wander off.”
His laugh jostled her causing her to brace her hands on his shoulders.
“I meant like..the stuff you said you'd explain later.” He said, wrapping an arm around her form.
Rina clicked her tongue, “We talking how sleeping together has two meanings?”
“Kinda.”
The large clone sighed, “I have ideas and...I wanna do things.”
His hands found her hips, thumbs idly tracing where her waist and hip bones met, “but they might be weird or hurt you.”
Her features softened, “First off,” she placed a finger under his chin, guiding him to look her in the eyes, “I might like what you describe as weird.”
She leaned forward, placing an open mouth kiss along his pulse. Her tongue venturing out to graze his skin, which earned her a soft surprised noise.
“and if you're feeling adventurous, we can explore together.”
She was all but ripped from his skin and descended upon with a hot mouth. Hands already wandering.
“Easy, soldier,” She chided, “we got time, but I think we need a change of scenery.”
She slid out from under his hulking form, offering a hand.
His hand reached for hers, “Where're we going?”
“Somewhere a bit more private.”
The doors slid closed as Rina led him to the bed. The rented room was not luxurious by any means, but it was above the typical squalor of the slums. She sat down on the bed with him soon joining her. The mattress dipping under his weight.
She turned to face him as she folded her legs under her.
“Alright, ground rules first. If either one of us says 'stop', we stop. Saying 'stop' means one of us is uncomfortable. 'Pause' means let's talk about it or we need to wait on it. Sound good so far?”
He nodded, “and you won't get mad if I say 'stop'?”
She smiled taking his hand hand into both of hers, “Promise. I'll even be happy that you told me.”
She brought his hand to her lips pressing a tender kiss to his knuckles, “We can start whenever you're ready, and once we're done we can order some take out and cuddle.”
The rapid hammering of his heart slowed as he watched her fingers trace along his hand.
“So how does it start?”
“It depends,” Rina shrugged, “sometimes it starts with kissing, sometimes touching, and sometimes it just happens.”
She smirked tapping one of her knuckles against his chest plate, “You might need your armor off first though.”
He stood quickly shedding the layer of plastoid letting the pieces drop in a disheveled pile.
“Is there anywhere...not okay?”
“Why don't I show you.”
Upon getting a nod, she brought his hand to her face. Pressing his large palm to her cheek, “Here is always okay.”
A smile curled her lips as some tension left his shoulders. She gently guided his hand along her form. Her neck, her collarbone, her narrow shoulders. His fingers twitched as she allowed his hand to grace the outline of her breasts soon feeling her stomach.
“Could you...” He ventured, gingerly hooking his fingers into the fabric of her shirt.
She smiled abandoning his hand to capture the hem.
“And don't worry. I'm not gonna get pregnant when you see me naked.”
“Aw, c'mon.” He half heartedly protested, earning a chuckle from her.
She lifted the article of clothing over her head head, and tossed aside. He took in her newly revealed flesh. A hand ghosting over her stomach before slowly trailing around to her bare back.
“You're sure? I don't want you hurt again.”
She smiled softly, “I'm not gonna break, big guy.”
Rina inched forward gently cradling his face between her hands.
“I trust you.”
He surged forward to close the distance pressing his lips to hers. Her hand trailing down to his shoulder. His tongue testing the seam of her lips while his hands dragged her onto his lap. Her lips parted upon feeling his clothed cock stir to life under her. A breathy moan escaping her as her hips shifted to seek out more friction.
“This okay?”
“Yeah, keep going, big guy.” She murmured against his lips as her tongue joined his.
A harsh exhale left his nose as his grip on her form tightened. He laid back on the bed taking her with him. He gave a soft grunt at her hand tracing along the inside of his thigh. Her hips circling when his length twitched against her clothed heat.
Her bra was cast aside soon followed by her pants. The mercenary glanced down to see him transfixed. She took his hand once more guiding him to her breast. His palm enveloping her flesh with ease.
“It's soft.” He stated.
“These are also okay to touch.” She breathed when he smoothed over her skin.
Her fingers slipped under the waistband of his blacks. Her eyes flicking to his, waiting for an answer. Once a nod was given, she crept down as her hands pushed away the strained fabric revealing her prize. His length standing proudly under her gaze. A swear almost leaving her lips.
She took a breath before reaching out. Her hand gently closing around what she could of his length earning her a pleading twitch and a rumbling groan. She gave him a few languid strokes. Her thumb swiping over the head spreading the slickness beading at the tip. His hips gave a stuttering thrust.
“Try not to go too hard,” A smirk curled the corner of her mouth, “I might be a bit distracted to hold you down.”
“Y-Yeah,” He mustered, her hand continuing the strokes.
“Just relax, big guy.”
Rina parted her lips allowing her tongue to venture out to swirl around the head. A swear falling from his lips as she took him into her warm cavern. Her efforts to fit him only accounted for half of him. Her hand soon returning to stroke what she could not fit.
His hand gingerly inched towards her head before retreating. It was after the third attempt that her hand captured his, placing it along the back of her head. Her gaze meeting his before she gently guided him to press her further down his length. His breathing heavier as she hollowed out her cheeks pulling off of him only to take him back in. Fingers twisting around her violet strands.
“Rina...” He groaned, desperately fighting to keep his eyes on her despite his eyes begging to slip closed.
He lost the battle as he felt her swallow around him. His hips bucked once before he stilled. The momentary bliss short lived as the sound of gagging met his ears. He immediately lifted Rina off of him and into his embrace.
“Shit, Rina. I'm sorry I didn-”
“You're okay, big guy.” She coughed, “Not the first time. Probably won't be the last either.”
Her smile soothed the worry trying to crease his face.
“How was it?”
“That was...wow.” He replied, still breathless.
She smiled, “As long as you're having fun that's what matters. Wanna keep going?”
“Yeah, but...” He sheepishly trailed off.
“You're gonna need a minute?” She finished, “It's alright. Gives me more time to prep.”
“Can I help?”
She chuckled, “I can show you, but scoot over first.”
He rolled onto his side as she joined him on the mattress. His eyes straying to take in her form laid out. The last remnants of clothing finally abandoned. She sighed contentedly before their eyes met.
“Let me see your hand?” She asked, reaching out with an open palm.
She took his hand dragging it along her thigh leading to her apex. His fingers gingerly stroking along her sex.
“This okay?”
She nodded, exhaling a shaky breath. Her fingers guiding his towards her folds. The large clone stifling a groan upon feeling the tender flesh glazed with her arousal. She captured one of his fingers urging the digit inside her.
“This'll help- ohh...stretch me for when we keep going.”
Her half lidded gaze began to excite him, but the moan she released when he moved nearly had him ready to continue. Her chest began heaving as she guided his thumb upward.
“Feels real good when you rub here.”
He gave an experimental brush of the bundle of nerves. His heart hammering in his chest as he was rewarded with her back arching.
“So good....please.”
He began moving his slick coated fingers with another one added when she whined out her request. Despite not being touched, he was loving this. Just the sight of her disheveled form on display left his cock swollen and arching for friction. He circled his thumb over her bud, halting when she gasped. His eyes darting to her face only to be greeted with her pupils blown wide.
“Everything okay?”
She wordlessly nodded, face flushed from his movements.
“You're doing great, actually.” She cast her gaze down, “Really great.”
He relaxed before his fingers resumed. Glances to her face as she unfurled for him, exposing a side of her seldom seen. Her wit melted down into pleas and whispered praises. The armor she built up to hide falling away leaving her bared before him. He watched her eyes flutter closed as more soft noises urged him onward. Her breathing rough and quick, lips struggling to shape around his name. She was at the edge with each second passing a step closer.
Free fall came with little warning. Euphoric bliss washing over her. Her back arching taught before the bliss gave way to the warmth of being in his company, basking in the adoration swirling in his gaze. A hint of a frown touched his lips.
“How was that?”
She huffed a laugh, “Let's just say I'd be jealous if you handled all of your explosives like that.”
A smile crept across his features with a mirthful rumble not too far behind. Her smile widened.
“Finally,” She jested, cradling his head, “Thought you were gonna be serious the whole time.
“Nah, you were just...really pretty like that.”
The slight flush to her face could have been from their most recent activity or from his words. Maybe both.
“Glad you liked the view.” She moved to sit up in order to be more level with him, “So...do you want to go to the main event?”
He bit his bottom lip, “Same rules as we started?”
She smiled, “Same rules as before, and I won't get mad if you want to stop here.”
His broad chest rose and fell, “Alright, I wanna try.”
“Okay,” She began shifting to give him more room, “It'll work better if you're on your back.”
He followed her lead laying on his back as she straddled his lap. The brush of her heat against his length already causing his heart rate to pick up. She leaned forward planting her hands on his shoulders.
“Let me know if this hurts.”
“Think you'd have to do more than that.” His hands already settling at her hips, gaining more confidence for his touches to be less skittish.
She pressed her lips to his in a chaste peck as her fingers curled around his length lining it up to her heat, “Ready?”
With a nod, she shifted her hips slowly sinking herself down on him. His fingers already digging into her flesh. She glanced at his face as she continued to ease herself down.
“I need you to breathe, big guy.” She stifled a moan from the initial stretch, “No passing out on me.”
“It's tight.” He gritted out, his breaths shallow and ragged.
"Good or bad?"
"Good... just a lot."
She nodded, "Alright, let me know when I can move, but I need you to relax."
The pair barely moved for a few moments, efforts focused on not losing each other in the sensations just yet. Hands wandering, exploring each other. Lips seeking each other out, desperate to further connect.
“Any better?” She murmured against him.
“Yeah..”
Her hips rocked against him experimentally. His answering groan barely muffled by their kiss. His hips beginning to meet hers each time she lowered herself on him. She kept her pace casual. Nothing else mattered in the galaxy besides the large clone under her and the sweet noises she was milking out of him.
His hands squeezed her hips soon guiding her along him. The sound of sloppy kisses and skin against skin filled the room. Her hips stuttered as his fingers dipped between their bodies soon finding the bundle of nerves once more. She picked up her pace as he circled her bud. The hand on her hip pulling her closer when her walls tightened around him. Their thrusts losing rhythm as their climaxes approached. A race to the edge.
Rina broke first with a cry of his name. Every muscle in her being drawing tight as her mind ceased all thought. Only pleasure reigned. He was set off by her after a few thrusts finally sheathing himself to the hilt. His hips still as a growl tore its way from his chest. Silence stretched between them. Hearts running frantically. Breathing shallow and ragged.
“How was it?” She ventured after a few minutes.
“Like I got to blow up a whole fleet.” He replied, grinning when she shook her head. A smile of her own threatening to break through.
She rolled off of him in favor of curling up at his side.
“So that's it, right?”
Rina huffed a laugh, “What we did you could call vanilla. You just scratched the surface.”
He shifted to glance at her, “and if I wanna try more?”
Rina shook her head before pressing a kiss to his cheek, “We can see about it, but let's get you something to eat, big guy.”
Warnings: Smut, P in V, oral (F Receiving), clothes tearing, dirty talk, mentions of sex pollen
Pairing: Wrecker x F!Mechanic!Reader
It was a tame night at Cid’s. Drinks were cold, credits were changing hands. As long as Boss Lady’s happy you’re happy. That means your credit chit might get bulkier. Your drink barely had enough left to coat the bottom of the bottle before a voice cut through the bar chatter.
“Cid, we need to talk.”
You spun around to catch her top errand boys..and girl. You could usually tell when the group entered a room, but taking a quick headcount they were short one. Cid took in Hunter’s gaze and jerked her head to the backroom.
“My office.”
The clones followed Cid to her office and you upturned your bottle.
“Guess that’s my cue,” You murmured to yourself, fetching your bag by the stool and heading off to the landing bay.
It was a quick trip to the landing bay. The route offered a few shortcuts to get you to your destination. The Havoc Marauder was a nice old girl, but she really needed some love that you were happy to provide for a fee. She always had something gone or about to go when she’d come back in, so she kept your hands full to avoid drinking yourself under the table on your boss’s creds. With a wave of a fob, the ship unlocked and you made your way inside to the cockpit. You sighed as the smell of blaster oil and sweat slithered into your nostrils. You tapped a few buttons on your datapad and began a new invoice.
Interior detailing
You entered the cockpit drawing out a cable from your bag to plug your datapad into the ship’s onboard diagnostics. As the datapad’s display lit up running checks, you ran your hand over the ship’s dash as if she were a pet. Your voice softens.
“It’s alright, girl. I’m gonna take care of you right now. Four eyes is just so mean to you isn’t he.”
Speaking of, a message popped up on screen, which caused you to roll your eyes.
“Kriff off, Tech.” You commented, swiping away the notification.
The datapad chimed to alert you the checks were complete allowing you to scroll through the data. Life support was functioning well. Hyper drive is a bit worn but can be replaced later. Shields were offline. You frowned and dug deeper into the diagnostics to find the root of the issue. You huffed a bit of a laugh.
“Gotcha, little bastard.”
With a click of the cord separating from your datapad, you headed down to the cargo hold to go chase down a rogue fuse.
The few steps down to the hold echoed as you took in the stacks of crates probably housing ammo, rations, and other things the boys would need for a job. Spotting your target, you approached the fuse box mounted on the wall. You flipped open the panel and set to work unaware of a pair of hungry eyes in the dim light.
Wrecker laid his head back against the wall he was bound to. The cool metal soothing in contrast to him burning up. He spent the entire flight home chained up against the wall after he took a tumble in some brush and his helmet’s air filter had failed. After Wrecker had complained about the ship being too warm, Tech had given a preliminary scan and implemented an emergency quarantine for the Batch’s explosives expert. This left him down here in some improvised restraints burning up in his blacks. He was left there alone with his thoughts until the sound of the hold doors opening reached him. Tech better not be coming back here to poke and prod him again. He was surprised to see you. Nose buried in a datapad. His heart began hammering with his half hard cock stirring back to life making his blacks tighter.
You had caught his eye as soon as Cid introduced you to the Batch. A little spitfire, who had no problem telling Tech where to stuff his modification suggestions. His eyes roamed your body. His body heating up as he took in your breasts, your hips, how you’d chew your bottom lip when looking for something. His cock jumped as he watched you. You just had to turn your back to him, didn’t you. Those hips would be perfect for him to grab onto, and your ass. There was a reason he enjoyed walking behind you when he carried parts for you. Just the sway and the bit of bounce it offered. He’d play that on repeat during his time in the fresher. A groan tore through his throat as you bent over to get a closer look at the fuse box, the restraints rattling as he tried to get closer. You jumped and turned towards the source of the noise to find him sat against the wall.
You sighed, relieved to see a familiar face, “Scared the kriff outta me, big guy,”
You took a few steps toward him, “What’re you doing over there? You alright?”
He licked his parched lips, his face burning at you coming closer, “N-no…”
You frowned, venturing closer taking in the sheen of sweat on his face. It however was your mistake by stepping into his range. A yelp left you as he closed around your form. Both of his hands grabbing handfuls of your ass pulling you close as he buried his face against your clothed heat. His muffled groan sparked the embers blooming in your core as he kept his grip on your ass.
“So pretty…” He rumbled, his gaze met yours, his pupils blown wide, “mesh’la…please.”
Seeing him begging like this, his hands shaking. This display made you all too aware of your now soaked panties. You nodded and your hands moved to your waist beginning to open the clasps, however Wrecker was never known for his patience. He gripped a fistful of the fabric of your pants and with a quick jerk the fabric gave way with an audible rip. Nothing covered your ass but the simple cotton panties that he was pulling aside to run two fingers along your folds. Your slick left a trail connecting his fingers and your sex as he removed them. The trail snapping as those fingers went to his mouth. The groan he produced caused a fresh wave of arousal to wash over you. Taking advantage of his temporary distraction, you scrambled out of your clothing lest your shirt and panties meet the same fate of your pants. Catching sight of you now bare before him, spurred him onward. His hands moved down to grip your thighs giving them a squeeze before lifting you off your feet soon seating you on his shoulders. Wrecker wasted no time in diving into his first meal since he arrived on planet.
Your hand gripped his head attempting to keep your balance but also to ground yourself
against his relentless tongue. Your nails scratched against his scalp as his tongue probed inside his nose rubbing against your clit every time he delved his tongue in borderline fucking you with it. Your thighs trembled as your end drew near. One of his hands left you to palm himself through his blacks causing a moan to vibrate against your clit. The fiery coil in your core snapped as your thighs tensed around his head. A cry of his name echoing off the walls of the cargo hold.
As soon as your thighs loosened, he pulled you from his shoulders and into his lap. His lips met yours in a desperate kiss as he guided your hand to his neglected aching cock. As soon as you freed his cock, you nearly choked feeling its full weight and size as you wrapped your hand around what you could using your thumb to spread the precum gathered on the head. His responding growl drove something in you as your hips moved on their own spreading your slick along his cock. This did not last as he lifted you once more and began lining himself up to your cunt and began lowering you down. A groan rumbled deep in his chest.
“So tight.”
You would have had a comeback for him, but any remarks you have morphed into a wailing moan as he stretched you nearly to the point of pain. You attempted to move in his grasp managing to adjust how you were seated on him and in the burning desire for movement you began to cant your hips. The new sensation causing the clone beneath you to tighten his already bruising grip on your thighs.
“That’s it, mesh’la. Ride it..nn…just like that..”
Your thighs were burning with needing to be stretched over his lap, but that was overshadowed with chasing your own release and the clone now moaning unashamedly into your shoulder. His hips bucking every time you bottomed out on the base of his cock.
“Come on, big guy.” You gritted out, your brain fighting through the euphoric fog caused by his cock, “want you t- ohhh…fuck me where I can’t kriffing walk.”
Deciding to play with fire, you set your lips against his good ear.
“Did you hear me? I. Want. You. To. Kriffing. Wreck. Me. Soldier.”
His restraints rattled and you swore you heard metal snap as your back met the floor with him looming over you. His hips pistoning into you while his hand kept a bruising grip on your hip. This new position caused your eyes to roll back being at his mercy as he sheathed himself to the hilt in you. Your second orgasm rips through you pushing your back into an arch. His groan answered you as your cunt clamped down on him in a stranglehold that only left him to bury into you. Your aftershocks disrupted any semblance of rhythm he had. His hips jerking as he chased his own release. His mouth finding your shoulder once more sinking his teeth into the soft flesh to muffle the shout of his release. The pulsing of his cock pulling a hoarse moan from you.
The pair of you basked in the post coital bliss. Your eyes directed to the ceiling while his forehead rested against your shoulder. His labored breathing wafting across your skin in puffs. You remained in a tangle of limbs before Wrecker lifted his head to look at you.
“I uh…sorry about uh…”
You huffed a laugh, “Don’t worry about it. Your blaster was shooting a shield.”
His shoulders relaxed a bit before he rolled off and pulled you against his side, half draping you over his chest.
“I mean what I said..” His hand had returned to the back of his neck, “You’re really pretty, mesh’la.”
You hummed your content, “You owe me a new pair of pants.”
“Sorry about that.” He replied sheepishly.
You shrugged with a smirk curling your lips, “Next time I’ll wear something I don’t mind losing.”
His laugh boomed as he gathered you up in his arms and moved to stand, “Right, let’s get you cleaned up.”
He smacked a kiss onto your cheek as he headed up the steps towards the refresher. There would have to be some questions to answer later. Why were your clothes on the floor? How Wrecker ended up chained up? However, no one ever asked why the beams in the cargo hold were bowed slightly.
