Large in size, with a heart of gold, Mastiffs are a great addition to any family with the ability to chill and relax all day, or protect their family to the end. While they might not be the smartest around, their propensity for cuddles, and friendly attitude can win anyone over!
Its a late night and lonely shift at the loading hanger, just you and your oversized help for the evening. Upon finding out the boys might be breaking contact with Cid, it only takes a flash of puppy dog eyes to convince you to blow off some steam.
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Content Warning: Smut. Brief Angst. Wrecker is loaded. Oral (f receiving), fingering, Mirror sex, Thigh use, Cum cover, brief alcohol, casual sex, Mando'a, Ice Cream. Wrecker's name is actually Wreck-her.
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“Oh, what the varp…”
You eyed the sparking frigate that chugged into your docking bay.
“They're late.”
You spun at the gruff voice, weathered from an age of death sticks and drink, to look down at the scaly woman that sauntered in.
Cid stood arms folded following where your eyes had been as the wrecked ship came to a stop with a shriek and a rush of steam.
“If they weren't so cute-”
You didn't catch the rest of it, but you smirked amused as you watched her wander over to the men hopping out of the cargo doors. It didn't linger on you though, as you glanced back at the clock over the cluttered switchboard in the office.
Late is karken right…
There was no way you were gonna offload this ship on your own and get to go home tonight. Your fingers found their way to your temples and gave them a soothing rub before you followed Cid to address the vagabonds cluttering your dock.
They were laughing jovially as you approached, recounting their recent escapade to an amused set of claws and scales. The little girl, Omega, hopped down after them and you bristled. They brought the child with them again. You tried to smother the indignant feeling as she waved at you with her usual exuberance.
Hunter caught your expression and raised his eyebrows. You glared back and he clapped his hand to his chest, exaggerating like he’d been struck. It was stupid and you chuckled while the one called Tech rolled his eyes.
“Don't encourage him, he's been unhealthily drawn to dramatic antics lately and I fear he’ll start trying to make me laugh,”
Cid turned back to address you,
“My usual hangar, the account should be up to date.”
She turned to go and the boys turned to follow.
“Um, excuse me!”
They turned back.
“Do you know what time it is? Everyone else has gone home for the day.”
Cid made a face like it wasn't her problem, that wasn't gonna fly with you though.
“If you want this done tonight, someones gonna have to stay and help,”
Omega piped up,
“I can help,”
“That's nice, but I think I need more muscle, sweetie…”
There was silence, the boys looking between themselves, obviously wanting to touch base with Cid to get going again.
“I'll stay behind.”
You jumped at the deep, gravelly voice behind you,
“Maker! Wrecker, don't sneak up on me like that!”
“I wasn't sneakin’,”
You weren't sure why he looked so hurt, but he disappeared back into the shadows of the cargo hold and the rest of the squad shrugged and continued on their way.
“Great… the two of us then,”
You stomped up the ramp, ready to get to work and maybe steal an hour nap before the morning crew got here.
At least they had the sense to leave me the strong one…
Wrecker was already working as you entered the hold, casually throwing crates ten times your weight onto a hover pallet. You walked over to the load and started checking the box numbers against a dossier Cid had forwarded to your datapad.
The two of you worked like that quietly for about an hour; You giving directions and him following obediently.
“Take a break and get some water big guy,”
You casually swatted his hip and he jumped, hesitating but eventually going to the dispenser to fetch a cup. Leaning against a box you checked the crates that had been registered versus what was left and sighed. There was a sharp snap followed by a large clunk and you looked up to catch Wrecker tossing his gauntlets onto the discarded breast plate on the floor. He caught you staring as he unzipped the thick tan under coat to dab at the beaded sweat on his neck.
“It's hot,”
“Yeah… uh, do what you have to,”
But you were distracted, light glinting off the exposed muscle of his neck. He splashed water on his face and it dropped into the v of his chest, catching in the wispy hair that covered it. You felt your face flush and your eyes shot back to the data pad on your lap.
I need to get out more…
You stiffened as he came up beside you, bending to lift the crate you were standing by… but he stopped, a look of irritation on his usually bright features as he took in your tense posture.
“Do I make you uncomfortable or somethin’?”
“What? No!... No, I'm just tired… sorry, Wrecker,”
He moved the crate, stacking it onto the hover pad; stopping to roll his sleeves over his elbows.
“It's not just tonight.”
“Hmm,”
He turned,
“You're always like this. Quiet, but just around me… did I do something?”
“That's not true…”
“It is,”
You sank your weight back on your heel and thought about it…
…
“Shyte… I'm sorry, Wrecker… no, you didn't do anything.”
He shifted uncomfortably.
“You sure?”
“Yeah, I'm sure,”
…
“What is it then?”
You looked at him more directly, his brow was pinched and his jaw flexed subtly causing his temple to bulge in an anxious rhythm. He was tense, but still had that air of lost puppy that always made your heart pinch.
Shyte.
“No… Wrecker, it's not you… it's me. Sometimes I see those bright smiles on that handsome face and… I dunno, feel kind of… bad.”
You finished lamely, realizing you'd have to do better as his face slacked in confusion.
“Bad about being such a bitter asshole all the time?... Omega talks a lot, about what you boys deal with…”
You weren't sure if any of this was helping but he wasn't stopping you. Without realizing your palms had started to sweat and you tucked them into your pants pockets.
“Just, if you can go through what you guys do and still be so nice and sweet, well… whats that say about the rest of us… about me… and then yeah, I guess I get uncomfortable…”
“You're not an asshole.”
You snorted,
“Thanks.”
But you had said too much and turned back to your data pad, flushing and a little grumpy.
A shadow fell over you and you looked up to find Wrecker leaning over you.
“Uh… what's up, big guy?”
“You really think I'm handsome?”
Huh… I guess I did say that…
“Well… sure, you're a looker, Wrecker,’
You patted the chest boxing you in against the stack of crates.
“I like big guys with scars and goofy smiles though, so consider that a biased review.”
You pushed out from under him pacing back to scan the warehouse and formulate a plan of attack. You were overshadowed again and you turned back to the tall clone looming over you raising your eyebrows in question.
“Go out with me,”
“What?”
“Go out with me. You and me, on a date.”
You stepped back, considering his eager expression and softened.
“Sure, why not… next time you boys are free?”
His brow pinched, confusing you,
“What about tonight?”
He countered, looking hopeful.
“Ah…”
You glanced about the hold still mostly full of crates.
“I’d love too, Wrecker, but we're less than halfway through and by the time we're done-”
“What about now then?”
“...now?”
“Just a quick break for a twisty treat, I'm buying… I know a stand nearby,”
You hesitated, glancing about the rig again but he persisted.
“It'll take all night anyways… what would a little snack break cost us?”
He was leaning over you again, hitting you with sad puppy looks.
“Besides, I'm starving’,”
You closed your eyes, exhaling sharply in amusement before meeting his gaze. Without much thought you reached up to cup his cheek, stroking his pouty lip lightly with your thumb.
“Sure, what the varp…”
~~~
You perched on the back of a stone bench watching the tall clone navigate his way back to you from a crowded stall. It sat in the middle of an alcove of one of the many slums adjacent to the shipping district. It was a nice corner of the community; the laundry hanging from lines all the way up the circular thoroughfare added a colorful motif against the bare bulb strands haphazardly hanging about.
“Hope you like berries,”
A cold cone was popped into your hand, white whipped treat piled high and topped with a syrupy reduction of local berries. It looked wonderful, and far too fancy for this corner of the world. You darted your tongue out to catch a drip from the already melting desert while Wrecker dropped onto the bench seat by your legs, bouncing you slightly.
“Mm, it's good!”
“I know, it's the best I've found down here…”
“How'd you find it?”
You had started to work at the cone with more enthusiasm. It had been forever since you treated yourself and you made a resolution to get out more often again.
“Omega found it actually… kids seem to have a nose for this kind of thing, it's been awesome!”
You made a note to thank Omega, taking another lick of the sweet berry syrup.
“I won't lie, I worry about that girl, Wrecker…”
His face fell for a second, and he focused on his own desert before finally,
“It's not lost on us… that this isn't the kind of life she should have,”
You nodded solemnly, regretting bringing the mood down.
“We're not gonna bring her here anymore.”
“You found somewhere for her to stay while you work?”
That uncharacteristic pinch to his brow again.
Oh,
“None of you are coming back, huh?”
“Not if we can help it…”
You remembered the antsy way Hunter and Tech were hurrying to wrap up with Cid. It must be true… and you sighed. You were gonna miss the odd band of clones. Especially- now that you thought about it,
“Is that why you stayed behind tonight? Clearing things up with me?”
…
“Yeah… I don't know, I thought I might've upset you and I… It didn't feel right, leaving for good without setting it straight,”
“So tonight's it then?”
“...yeah,”
You sighed, then swore as you noticed the melting creme drip down the back of your hand. You let out a small whine as it got between your fingers, already making you feel sticky. You reached for a napkin, noticing Wrecker had already finished his cone and was eyeing your movements as you made to wipe the syrupy mess away.
You struggled, licking the melting side as you switched the cone to your other hand… but now that was the one holding the napkin and-
Without much warning Wrecker snatched your wrist.
“It's best not to waste it!”
He licked your hand and your breath caught in your throat, eyes snapping to the peevish expression coloring his scarred features. His wide tongue slid between your fingers to get at the sweet creme and he pulled your hand closer, finishing by sucking at the soft, webbed flesh between your pointer and middle digits; he flicked his eyes to yours with a wink as he did so and your thighs clamped shut with a sudden rush of heat.
It's best not to waste it…
You felt flames crawl over your face as you became suddenly aware of how crowded and public the little plaza was. By Kark, there were younglings present…
“I think…”
He planted little kisses to the back of your hand, up your forearm.
“... We should get back to the hangar… fast.”
You felt him smile against your skin before you were forcefully pulled up from the bench.
~~~
Your back hit your office door with another hard thump and you pulled your already swollen lips away from his hungry kissing,
“Wait, I need to unlock it…”
It had taken longer to get back from the snack stand than to get there and you weren't sure you hadn't left a few you-sized dents in the side streets on the way. Your jumpsuit was already unbuttoned down to the waist and you're sure the buttons were left with the dents. Even with his obvious exercise of control the man was strong and your legs wobbled as he set you down by the keypad.
You impatiently punched the code in and the door swished open.
His hands found your hips again, dragging you into the small office and lifting you to sit on the desk. Flimsi crinkled under your ass as you rocked from the force of his lips finding yours, pulling your thighs to grind against you. You gasped as the bulge you felt fighting the fabric of his trousers.
“Holy Maker…”
He chuckled at your muttered oath,
“How'd you think I got the name?”
You squinted quizzically up at his sloppy grin,
“That can't be why…”
“Nah… but that's what I told the GAR”
You snickered, gasping when he brought your attention back to the sizable challenge pressing between your legs with a quick hump, shaking the desk and your resolve. He leaned in kissing you, softer than before, mouth moving more carefully to feel the shape of yours sucking slowly on your bottom lip.
“We don' have'ta go that far… but I could make it good for you…”
You tilted your head to look down again, tentatively reaching to feel the taught fabric, trying to gauge the actual size of him. The small groan that rumbled through him as you stroked his hardened cock settled things.
“Do what you have to, Wrecker.”
He grinned, shoving his thumbs into the open neckline of your jumper to slip it from your shoulders. An arm wrapped around your waist and he gave your body a little hop as he tugged the gathered fabric past your ass. He assessed the boots and the loose legs of the jumper and decided to pull the clothes over your shoes, leaving you in your scruffy work boots and practical underthings.
He kissed back up your thigh, tugging at the waist band of your panties with his teeth before those too were yanked down with a cascade of flimsi.
You pulled the bra off as he looked between your legs, his tongue darted over his lips and he hesitated, coming back up to kiss you more; hands roaming up your hips to grab at your exposed breasts.
You were tugging at the zipper of his top, the sound satisfying as the coat fell open exposing his chest to you. You ran your fingers over the map of muscle, tight abs and bulging pectorals littered with healed burns and cuts. He sighed at your touch, leaning into you so you could feel his skin pressed to yours.
You kissed him again, slipping your tongue between his lips to deepen the need growing between you. Your fingers scratched into chest hair, a gentle, circular motion that brushed the soft strands and sent a wave of ease through him as the coat slipped off his arms. Then you were held to him, thick arms pressing you into his broad chest.
You felt his hands wandering, strong fingers finding their way between your legs. He groaned against your lips as he felt how slick you were for him, a small wet spot forming on the desk from the heat of your arousal.
He wasn't quite satisfied apparently, breaking the kiss to gently lay you back over the desk. His mass leaning over you made you feel helpless as he pressed more kisses against your neck,
“I need you more relaxed,”
It was mumbled low against your skin and you took a deep breath, catching the tension that tried to coil from where his lips pressed against you; first your collar bone, then exploratively down forming a cool trail across your breasts and down to your navel.
His hands followed, pressing your breasts, rolling your nipples with his palms, thumbs pressing the skin of your stomach, following the path of your belly button as he sank between your legs.
You gasped as you felt his tongue against your folds, a long, firm lap over the spread petals. He continued at that pace, slow, even licks; pressing into your clit but not focusing on it. Wide, rough hands were slowly rubbing your thighs, massaging the muscle with his thumbs, up your belly, then back down again. He wanted you to uncoil, coaxing you into a hazy, limp state.
Eventually a thick finger probed your entrance, carefully penetrating into you, gently pulling at the ring of muscle as he withdrew. You mewled at the ministrations, feeling him stretch you gradually, gasping as a second finger joined the first.
He started licking harder, moving his fingers in and out of you. Ragged pants started to pour from your throat. You were getting tense despite your attempts to stay calm and relaxed. His fingers would dip into you, then spread as he withdrew them, working the muscle looser while rubbing across the nerve endings to light sparks through you. You felt warmth wash over your senses, melting into your muscles with a breathy sigh as he gently brought you to climax.
He made a pleased noise as you grew wetter around his fingers, his deep voice rumbling through your bones. His hand left you, fingers disappearing between his lips as he sucked them clean. Then his firm grip was around your hips, rolling you carefully to lay flat on your stomach.
Your breath caught at his palms squeezing your ass, spreading you, taking you in from this angle. You looked over your shoulder, catching his eye as he looked over you and the corner of his mouth twitched. He stood, hands making for the clasps of his pants. The breath you were holding came out in a small whine as you felt the weight of his cock fall across your rump. It was large enough to feel twitching against the small of your back and a shudder went through you.
He moved his hips, a few test thrusts between the round cheeks of your ass before handling himself to angle to your opening. You bit your lip as you felt him pressing against your folds. Still staring over your own back you watched as he spit on his own length, smoothing the saliva over his head before adding pressure to your entrance, coaxing your lips around him.
“You sure you want this, mesh’la?”
Good question…
You reached over the desk to yank a drawer open, pulling out a hidden bottle and taking a swig. You felt the ease seep into you and you braced yourself.
“I'm ready Wrecker…”
He pushed, pressure increasing to something almost white hot and painful, but never going over that edge as he eased back, then pressure again. You felt yourself stretch and let out a whimper as his head finally popped past the tight muscle of your opening. More spit landed where his flesh met yours, feeling almost cold on your heated skin. Slowly, he inched inside of you; taking his time and crooning soft little praises at the gasps you made.
You took what you could, gripping the edge of the desk, feeling full as he ground against your limit. You both groaned as he withdrew, pressing back again to pin you to the desktop. Ecstasy ripped through you as he stroked against the nerves pressed so tightly to his girth. You cried out, eyes rolling back slightly at the overwhelming sensation. The desk shook with his next thrust and he grabbed your hips as you went limp, surrendering to the current that was setting your synapses ablaze. The rattle of the desk was loud as he worked himself in and out of you leaving you dazed and dancing on a pleasurable edge.
The room pitched and you felt yourself lifted, strong arms wrapping under your thighs to lean you back against his chest. You lifted your arms back around his neck, cradling his head behind yours. He carried you perched on his shaft to the fresher, hitting the light and door switches with his elbow. Positioning you in front of the sink he spread your legs in front of the mirror.
“Look how good you take me,”
He was nuzzling into your neck, forearms taught as iron bars lifted you then slid you back down. You watched your stomach ripple as he pushed against your insides. He wasn't even fully sheathed and you moaned pathetically at the sight of him inside you.
Swinging his hips and arms in unison he brought you down on him. Fast, controlled, thumping into you with rough groans against your neck.
You let yourself get lost in the crashing sensations; his chest flexing against your back, breath hot against your nape, his voice a persistent rumble through your core. There was no room for thoughts, your brain filled with nothing but whirring electricity that became louder, more frantic with every thrust.
“Wrecker, I- I can’t-”
Before you could finish the thought, orgasm tore through your senses. Strong hands held you tight as you writhed in his grasp, shuddering around the cock snugged firmly inside of you.
He kissed the back of your shoulder as you came down before he withdrew from you, turning you to sit on the counter. He tugged your hips to the edge, laying his cock on your belly and closing your thighs around his shaft. Hugging your knees tight he thrust against your legs, massaging his length against your clit and inner thighs.
You limply watched him hammer against you, harder than he would've dared inside. He grunted in satisfaction as your hands found his head against your belly, teasing the ridge as it moved back and forth over you. The friction of his cock against your folds was forcing ragged gasps from your throat and you moved with him, chasing one last high.
Your thighs flexed, clamping over him as you came again and Wrecker let out a low moan, thrusting till his hips were against your thighs. Cum shot from him in ropes to splatter against your breasts and belly.
He leaned more into the counter, bracing himself over your glazed torso to kiss your forehead, then nose, then lips.
“Thank you, mesh’la,”
You were trying to catch your breath,
“No problem, big guy,”
“Can I call you?”
“My coms are always open,”
…
“Where is everyone?”
A small voice drifted in through the hanger,
“Maybe they took a break,”
Hunter and Omega had come back looking for their squad mate.
“I'll check the office!”
No! Omega,
The door to the office swished open and you both tensed.
“Ah-uh, maybe they went to get something to eat… you know how Wrecker is.”
The door swished shut, and you breathed again, silently thanking Hunter for the save. Omega prattled on unawares,
“You're probably right! There's a twisty treat stand we found near here, I bet he went there!”
“Yeah, uh, let's go check,”
The voices drifted away and warm soft kisses found your lips again.
Just got inspired to write a little nonsense about the Batch when discussing the new series with some friends and how it would be if they lost Wrecker. To me he is the heart and soul of that squad and I just wanted to get the vibes of each character in my own heart if they did so enjoy this little piece!
The 4 sullen members of the Bad batch slowly crept into their ship and prepared for the long journey back to Coruscant....
The man with the half skull tattoo removes his bandana, letting his hair fall over his eyes as he leans back into his seat. Nothing to overstimulate his senses or make his headache worse then it already was. Never getting to hear that laugh again...
The tall lanky one pulls his rifle off his shoulders and sets it on the table, before kicking his boots off and setting them with the others. There was a lot more room on that mat now. As a matter of fact, there was a lot of room all over the ship now. Empty...
You could here the light clanking of metal on metal as the newest member made his way to his room to decompress. His armor hitting the heavy heavy prosthetic of his body the entire mission was painful and unavoidable. No one to carry him back to the ship after a long and stressful job. No one to lean on...
At the far end of the ship all that could be heard was the clicking of a datapad and the occasional cough as if someone was trying to suppress a sob. He could sit on the holonet researching for hours and no one would come bug him, asking for useless trivia about some planet or species they had seen on a recent trip to a new system. No one to share life’s discoveries with...
The Havoc Marauder was silent
Wrecker, and Maine Coons, are large, rugged, muscular for their breed, looking intimidating to own and intimidating to look at. But in reality, they are very gentle and friendly, earning the title of gentle giants with their family.
Wrecker yelled at Tech in the middle of the cafeteria, telling him that he wasn't programmed - that his desire to blow things up came from himself and not from everyone else.
Part of the reason he was so upset is because Wrecker is terrified of someone else having control over him.
He's seen what mind control, blind obedience, can do, and he wants nothing to do with it. He wants to do things because he chose to do them, and for no other reason.
