If Bad Batch Requests Are Still Open Could We Have Wrecker With A GN Jedi Reader Who Believes That Wrecker

If bad batch requests are still open could we have wrecker with a GN Jedi reader who believes that wrecker is too good for them. Like just some insecurity comfort???

If not that’s fine!

Hi there! 💜

You know, the more I write for Wrecker, the more I am convinced he is the king of comfort. This request is perfect to explore that, so thank you for sending this in!

Heart Wide Open (Wrecker x GN!Reader)

Summary: When your doubts creep in, Wrecker is there to reassure you.

Word count: 1.2K

Warnings: None.

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Suspended in the air before you, the pieces of your lightsaber bobbed like sea birds drifting above an ocean before diving for fish. Fingers splayed to the airborne components, you influenced the Force to rotate the central cylinder. You had an inkling where the fault had manifested, and assessing the split in the metal confirmed your suspicion.

With a flit of your wrist, the damaged chamber sunk into the box of spare parts beside you and a new barrel lifted to replaced it.

Your repairs rekindled the memory of constructing your lightsaber as a youngling, handpicking each segment that compelled you and spending hours assembling it. A flash of placid pride crossed your master’s face when you presented her the finished product and described each part to the most minute of details. Her patience and her kindness were traits you aimed to emulate in your adult life, and you hoped that wherever she was now in the Force, she was proud, that she looked upon you with that graceful smile and encouragement in her heart.

Behind you, a warm energy brushed against yours, and an instinctive grin lifted the corners of your lips. Wrecker attempted to be quiet whenever you were meditating or paying homage to your Jedi upbringing. That reverence, that silent reflection, had always been an aspect he admired in you, and he dreaded disturbing you in those moments.

“Hey, Wrecker,” you said, acknowledging his presence. As you cast a brief peek at him, his shoulders relaxed, and he took your recognition as his cue to approach. “I’m just finishing up here. Looks like that blaster shot hit a little closer than I thought.”

“Is it fixable?” he asked. “If you needed a part, Tech might have something you could use. He’s always tinkering.”

“It’s all good,” you assured him, clicking the pieces of your weapon together as you had done on hundreds of occasions in the past. In true Wrecker fashion, he ensured you had everything you required. You never wanted for anything for long. You were hungry, and food would find its way to you. Darkness seeped in and his capable arms were there to comfort you. You needed quiet, and he’d stand guard until the worlds shattered to protect your silence.

For a while, you both teetered on the outskirts of a relationship, your Jedi teachings and your undeniable affection for the clone battling until you had decided that with the Order gone, you were perhaps free to explore those avenues. While you did not wish to abandon your disciplines, the hour of the Jedi was over, and you had to get your bearings in a changing galaxy. Wrecker was part of your new life, you were adamant, and as soon as he learned of your requited feelings, so was he.

But enclosed within those shy glances and exchanges of sweet words, doubts persisted, doggedly striving to reach the most vulnerable parts of you now that you had opened yourself up to someone. Could you give Wrecker what he wanted, what he deserved? Were you truly the right person for him to offer his heart to? He always did everything he could for you, but for the most part you found yourself distracted, mentally wandering the empty halls of the Jedi Temple and searching on desperate feet for a remnant of the only life you’d ever known.

Concentrating on your current task, you clutched your reassembled lightsaber and tested the mechanism, giving the ignited weapon a few perfectly executed swings before deactivating the crystal within. The hum that had always protected you vanished with it.

“You’re thinking about it again, aren’t you?” Wrecker’s tone was understanding as he parked himself on the vacant bench beside you.

You shot him a remorseful expression and breathed aside the rough memories. “Sorry, I’ve been trying not to.”

“Hey, none of that. You don’t need to apologise,” Wrecker said, perceptive as ever and gentle with your feelings. “If you wanted to talk about it, you know I’ll always listen. But in the meantime, you reckon these might help?”

He foraged in one of the pouches on the strap across his chest and deposited several packets of your favourite snack onto the table, the colourful, crinkled wrappers catching the setting sunlight.

“You are too good for me,” you muttered, the thought slipping from you automatically, spoken with such conviction that Wrecker’s smile dropped an inch. There was no joke in your voice, no jesting edge of a flippant comment.

You smothered it with a forced grin once you realised your words, but the squad’s brawler knew you better than that. He had listened as you made similar self-deprecating remarks before, kept silent to spare you from the pain of having to explain yourself. Your insecurities had tiptoed in during your time with Clone Force 99, noticed mostly by Wrecker who distracted you with a funny remark or interesting fact to keep your mind off the uncertainty. Yet, your relationship shone a light on it in a way he understood you didn’t like, everything magnified and bare. Now and then, he felt guilty, as though he had placed those concerns at your feet himself.

“Don’t say that, darlin’,” he soothed, swinging his legs over the wooden planks of the bench to stand before you, eyes burning with love and his dependable hands cradling your cheeks. “Because it isn’t true. You are incredible.” He waved aside your shrug. “No, I mean it. There is such a deep kindness in you, a… hopeful glow. It’s amazing. I’d spend a million lifetimes keeping that light shining.”

Your fingers folded into his shirt as if he’d float away if you let go. The consistently insecure thoughts made it difficult to believe him, but his steady courage knocked at the sealed door in your mind and promised to wait. He would sit in the pouring rain of your worst doubts just so that he would be there with a smile and a hug the moment you peeked out from behind the apprehension of your own worth.

“You bring happiness to my life,” he said, placing a kiss to your creased brow. “And I hope I bring the same to yours.”

“Of course you do,” you replied without pause. You drank in his heat, his vibrancy within the Force like you were gasping for water and he was a wellspring in a never-ending stretch of sand.

A bright grin overtook his features, so devastatingly radiant and wonderfully him you couldn’t help but return it in kind. “Next time you have those doubts, you tell them we make each other happy, and that’s all that matters. Aim that lightsaber at it if you think it might work. I certainly wouldn’t want to mess with you with that in your hands.”

You chuckled to yourself and nodded against his chest as he pulled you close. The ocean left an imprinted scent on his civilian clothes, the slight hint of seaweed and the fresh air that had become his staple and your sanctuary. In his arms, those doubts dimmed, still there, but quieter, almost easy to ignore. He loved you. You loved him. And you would get through the torments of your pasts and any insecurities together. Cherished and supported.

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I'd like to approach this topic as, not only an autistic person, but also as a self advocate who sees a lot of what goes on in the autistic community.

Lower intelligence often goes hand in hand with being seen as lesser. You're less of a person, less worthy of things like bodily autonomy, rights and respect. I think the push to prove that Wrecker is intelligent is the fanbase going "Wrecker has value! Wrecker deserves love and respect!"

Well yeah, but even if he wasn't intelligent he'd still have value and would be deserving of love and respect. Sadly we as humans still haven't moved past the idea that being stupid is some sort of green light to dehumanize someone. "Oh, you're not smart? Well then, you aren't deserving of being treated like a human being."

Even if Wrecker was just all brawn with no brains I think he'd still have value as a character. He'd still be the same caring and supportive person we all know and love. He'd still be him.

While I see what people are doing with posts about how Wrecker is intelligent (I've shared plenty of them myself) we need to stop equating intelligence with value. Of course a lot of those posts are responses to reading some post or fanfic where Wrecker was written as a complete buffoon whose only reason for existence is to be laughed at. Again, seeing a lack of intelligence as a green light to dehumanize. Dance monkey, dance. I'd get upset too. So people try to counteract those views of Wrecker with the view that he's actually very intelligent and doesn't deserve to be laughed at.

Except a person doesn't need to be intelligent to not be laughed at.

Is Wrecker intelligent? I believe he is in his own way. A way that isn't as valued as it should be. But even if he wasn't he still deserves to be valued as a beloved character.

Sorry if this got way more serious than expected. It just set something off in my brain.

This Wrecker Wednesday I’d like to address the question: “would it be so bad if Wrecker wasn’t intelligent/was stupid?”

The thing is CANONICALLY he isn’t. He rewires a canon from a tank to make it a “gun” that he is able to carry and shoot. He works (successfully) with explosives on screen.

He may not be the most observant or focused. But he makes connections quickly once his attention is drawn.

Making Wrecker not intelligent is mischaracterization.

I loved the platonic omegaverse fic you wrote for the Batch!

If it's not a bother, I'd love to see more of them :) maybe something about omega Wrecker, like him going in to heat at an unfortunate time, like during a mission?

If that's not something you'd enjoy writing, I'd just love to see more platonic stuff about the Batch in general :)

Thank you for writing these fics, I've really enjoyed what you've done so far! :)))

Ty! I'm glad you liked it :)

Not a bother at all, I plan to expand the sw omegaverse fanfics as much as I can.

I liked your idea for Wrecker so here you go! 🫡

Xx, Blue.

"PUSH THROUGH IT" – Platonic (o) Wrecker & tbb 💖💔

WARNINGS: A sprinkle of angst because Wrecker's heat decided to appear in a dangerous moment, so mentions of war, blood and some arguments related to that. But don't worry, this is still mostly fluff! The usual omegaverse shit minus smut cause this is completely platonic.

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Dread. It was what Wrecker felt when the first rush of warmth pulsed through his veins. It couldn't be happening now. It just couldn't. He had been taking his supressants. They were in the middle of the battlefield. Why, then why, was he feeling like he usually did in the beginnings of his heat?

He tried to ignore it and best as he could; but soon the dizyness added to the warmth, and lastly, the pain. He fought the urge to curve in himself, bring his hands to his lower stomach. Right now, they were occupied with two heavy blasters, blasters that he should be using to shoot enemies instead of shaking paralised in place. From his privilaged position on top of the mountain, Crosshair took out a droid Wrecker hadn't even seen coming. His brother called out his lack of awareness inmediately.

"What the fuck are you doing just standing there?" The sniper hissed through the squads com line. "Wake up, Wrecker".

The omega shook himself out of it; clenching his jaw and trying to push the nausea down. He jumped back into battle; even if his movements were slower than usual, and he respeted to blasting everything out instead of turning into a more physical tackle mode. He pushed through the pain; concentraiting as hard as he could in just surviving, waiting, until he could return to the safety of the Marauder, where he could finally break down and breathe.

It was an hour of full torture. Blood dripped down one side of his face, a few minor scratches scattered across his body here and there. Sweat covered every inch of his skin. Slick dripped down his thighs as well. He felt disgusting; the need to clean himself almost overwhelming. With his jaw clenched, he jumped onto the ship and waited once more as Tech piloted the Marauder out of the planet's atmosphere.

He breathed through the quietness, finally, allowing himself to relax if just a bit. Crosshair didn't have the same plans, though; as he inmediately confronted him.

"What the hell was going on with your head to day?" He spat out agressively. "Emptier than usual?"

Crosshair tended to run his tongue whenever he was particularly angry; and Wrecker was aware he had put them all in danger with his distraction in the warzone. Still, he couldn't help but squirm in place; eyes cristalysing with his abrassive verbal attack.

"Sorry" he whispered, ashamed, eyes flying down towards the floor of the cockpit.

Wrecker knew the rest of the Batch agreed; but no one added a thing. They remained in silence while Tech jumped into hyperspace. Only then, they allowed themself to completely relax; slumping down on their seats and abandoning their weapons on the floor, taking off their helmets too. Hunter inhaled sharply instantly at that.

"You're in heat" he stated, dark brown eyes sharpening on Wrecker. "Has this started in the mittle of the mission?"

Tech, Echo, and Crosshair, turned to look at him in surprise –Hunter was the only alpha of the group, while Wrecker the only omega–; he nodded silently.

"When, exactly?" Hunter digged.

"An hour and something ago" Wrecker muttered.

Hunter sighed tiredly.

Crosshair's face switched to concern and understanding.

"I'm sorry, Wreck" he told him, drowning in guilt, and Wrecker shrugged carelessly, eyes still fixed on his feet.

"This is most unusual" Tech intervened. "I have been personally supervising your supresants and you have taked them accordingly. We will need to visit Medbay when we arrive Kamino. Perhaps an adjustment to a higher dose would be needed".

Ah, so that could be it. Wrecker squirmed uncomfortably again. He hated going to Medbay. Hated when the longlecks prodded at him.

"Go take a quick shower, vod" Hunter ordered gently. "We'll prepare a nest for you in the meantime".

Wrecker brightened; smiling in relief and nodding inmediately. He was dying to wash the blood and sweat off his body.

The visit to the sonic was a bit linger than usual; his muscles melting and his body finally allowed to crash down. When he re-appeared on the cockpit, his brothers had pushed all the matresses of their bunks into the floor, together; with the blankets and pillows on top of them. Someone had even placed Lula on the nest. Hunter opened his arms; and Wrecker sighed happily, inmediately jumping for the offer. He cuddled against the alpha's body; smiling at the rest of his beta brothers laying down around him.

"You did good, vod'ika" Hunter whispered soothingly. "Ignoring your heat in the middle of the battlefield. When I didn't think you cound be more strong..."

Wrecker's cheeks slightly redenned at the praise. He always reacted like that whenever his brothers congratulated him on something. For all he could be loud and social, he was shy on some aspects as well.

"Thank you" he mumbled against his shoulder.

Crosshair reached a hand to squeeze his forearm. When Wrecker snatched his hand in his, the sniper didn't try to make him release him.

Wrecker smiled. The pain and dizyness reduced drastically. He was with his pack now. Home. Safe.

THE END.

It came out supershort but I felt I conveined the idea alright with just that! Xx.

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Relax cyar’ika

Kinktober ‘24 - public thigh riding/fingering

Wrecker × F!reader

Rating: Explicit

Wordcount: 1.6k

Summary: You're in a relationship with Wrecker and he helps you relax a bit at 79s.

Notes: This is the second of a few shorter fics I wrote for Kinktober. If you have any special kink and clone you would love to see, my requests are open, I can slip in a few towards the end of the months. And yes I am incredibly horny for the big man.

You leaned back against Wrecker, your drink in hand as you tried to stay focused on the conversations around you. It was already late and you were tired, you could still feel the last mission in your sore muscles, but it wasn’t often that you and the boys had time off on Coruscant together, so you all went to 79s tonight.

The squad had settled into a corner table, tucked away from the crowd, it offered a bit of privacy and at least the music wasn’t deafening. Hunter, Tech and Crosshair had went off towards the bar a while ago and Echo was catching up with Rex and the rest of the 501st on the other side of the dancefloor leaving you with Wrecker.

You could feel his eyes on you.

"Hey," his deep voice rumbled as he leaned closer, his arm brushing against yours.

"You alright? You look kinda tense."

You glanced up at him, trying to play it off with a smile, but the weariness in your face betrayed you.

"Yeah, I'm good,” you said, glancing around the space. "Just, you know, a bit tired, would have prefered to stay on the ship with you."

Wrecker's grin widened, and he scooted a little closer, his knee brushing yours under the table.

"I know what you need," he teased, lowering his voice so only you could hear. "C'mere, why don't you hop on my thigh?"

Before you could react, he shifted you onto his lap, his massive hands guiding you until you were straddling his thick thigh. The table shielded you both a bit from the rest of the bar, but the closeness of his body, the heat radiating from him, made your breath hitch.

The moment you settled down, you could feel the solid muscle beneath you, and it sent a wave of heat rushing through your body.

His hands settled on your hips, giving you a gentle nudge to start moving.

"Wrecker," you whispered, glancing around nervously, but the way his thigh pressed against your core had your nerves melting into desire.

You shifted slightly, trying to focus on anything other than the heat building between your legs. Luckily the skirt of your dress was flowy and covered where exactly you were pressed against him.

Wrecker grinned, leaning in just enough for his breath to tickle your ear.

"I'll help you relax."

Your eyes widened, a thrill of excitement shooting through you.

"Here?" you asked, glancing around the bar, nervous about the crowd.

Wrecker's grin widened.

"Right here," he confirmed, his voice a low, teasing rumble. "Unless you're too shy?"

A part of you hesitated, but the way his massive body felt next to yours, the scent of him, the promise in his tone - it was too tempting to resist. You bit your lip and nodded, sliding closer to him.

"You'll be fine," he murmured into your ear, his lips brushing your skin. "Just relax and let me take care of you."

His grip on your hips tightened slightly as he guided your movements, making you rock against his thigh.

"There you go," he murmured, his hands gripping your hips as he guided you to move. "Just like that."

You gasped softly as the friction from his thigh began to build, your body responding immediately to the delicious pressure. The fabric of his pants rubbed against your soaked panties, and the sensation was overwhelming in the best way.

"Wrecker," you whispered, your hands gripping his shoulders for balance. "This feels.."

"Good, right?" he rumbled, his fingers digging into your hips as he helped you rock against him. "Told ya I could help."

You bit your lip to stifle a moan, your body already trembling with need. The bar around you seemed to fade away as you focused solely on the feeling of him beneath you, the way his thigh flexed and tensed with each movement. It was intoxicating, and you were already losing control. There had been a few times where it was difficult to find time and space for intimacy but you’ve never done anything as risky as this.

The pressure between your legs built quickly, and you could feel the slickness pooling in your panties as the friction sent sparks of pleasure through your body.

Wrecker whispered, his breath warm against your neck. "You're already so wet for me, cyar'ika, can feel you soaking through ma pants."

You bit your lip, trying to keep quiet, but the sensation was overwhelming. His thigh was thick and strong beneath you, every rock of your hips pushing you closer to the edge.

The way his hands moved over your body, how easily he controlled your movements - it was intoxicating. You tried to steady yourself, one hand on his chest, the other on his thigh and you could barely hold back a lewd moan when you found his big cock, hard and straining against his pants.

"Don’t ya worry." he murmured, his voice filled with heat. "Gonna let you take care of that when were back on the ship."

You sighed thinking about taking him in your mouth and just when you thought you couldn't take any more, his hand slipped under the hem of your dress, his thick fingers pushing aside your panties. Your breath hitched as he teased your clit, his fingertip brushing your wetness.

"Wrecker..." you whispered, your voice trembling.

"Shh, l've got you, no one’s gonna find out if you keep nice n’ quiet for me" he whispered, his lips grazing your earlobe.

He carefully pushed one thick finger inside you, and you gasped at how good it felt, the stretch deliciously filling.

"That's it, cyar'ika. You take me so well."

The sensation of his finger sliding in and out of you, slowly at first, was almost too much. Your fingers gripped his shoulders, needing something to ground yourself. You could feel the heat between your legs growing, the need for more building with every thrust of his finger.

"Good girl," he praised softly, his voice barely a whisper. "You're doin’ so good for me. Can you take another one without alarming everyone around?"

You nodded, breathless, and he rewarded you by slipping a second finger inside, stretching you even further. The sensation was overwhelming - his fingers were thick and always filled you so perfectly that your hips bucked forward on their own, seeking more.

"That's it," Wrecker whispered in your ear, his voice low and rough, making your body thrum with anticipation.

"You know I love those pretty little sounds, but you gotta keep quiet. You're doin’ so good, cyar'ika. So tight for me."

You could barely keep yourself together, your body trembling as the pleasure mounted. His fingers curled inside you, hitting that perfect spot, and you were so close, so ready to fall apart right there on his lap.

“Wreck..”

"You're close, aren't you?" he murmured, his lips brushing against your neck, leaving goosebumps in their wake. "You wanna cum for me, right here? I can feel how tight you're getting."

You could only nod, your breath coming in short, desperate gasps. His fingers pumped in and out of you, his thumb brushing your clit as he whispered sweet praises in your ear.

As the pleasure began to crest, as you felt yourself losing control, Wrecker pulled you closer and kissed you. His mouth was hot and possessive against yours, swallowing your moans as your body convulsed with pleasure. You clenched hard around his fingers, your orgasm crashing over you with a force that left you trembling in his arms.

He kissed you deeply, muffling your cries as his fingers stayed buried inside you, drawing out every wave of your release. The intensity of it left you breathless, your body shivering with aftershocks as you slowly came down from the high.

When he finally pulled back, his lips still brushing yours, Wrecker smirked. He slipped his fingers out of you and glanced around making sure you hadn’t drawn any attention to you before he quickly licked them clean with a wide smile.

"Knew you could do it," he whispered, pressing a soft kiss to your temple. "You were perfect, cyar'ika."

You leaned against him, fingers softly trailing over his scar, your heart still racing, your mind dazed from the intensity of it all.

"That was... incredible," you managed to say between breaths.

Wrecker chuckled softly, his large hand smoothing over your back.

"Told ya I'd take care of you." He nuzzled into your neck, kissing you again. "And you looked so damn pretty doin' it too.”

You couldn't help but smile, your body still buzzing from the pleasure he'd given you. It was as if nothing else in the world mattered except the way he made you feel.

Just as you were settling back into Wrecker's lap, your body still tingling from the intensity of your orgasm, you heard footsteps approaching the table.

Crosshair appeared, his ever-present smirk firmly in place as he slid into the seat across from you.

"Well, well," Crosshair drawled, his eyes narrowing in amusement as he glanced between the two of you. "What exactly were you two up to? Or should I even ask?"

You felt your face flush, trying to keep your cool under his sharp gaze, but before you could respond, Wrecker let out a deep, rumbling laugh.

"Just makin' sure she's relaxed and happy, Cross," Wrecker retorted with a grin, his arm tightening around your waist, pulling you closer.

"Gotta take care of the important things, ya know?"

Crosshair raised an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

"Hmm, sure looks like you've been taking that job seriously."

Wrecker winked, his tone light and playful. "Always, brother."

Crosshair let out a low chuckle, shaking his head before turning his attention back to his drink.

You couldn't help but laugh softly, feeling yourself at ease as you leaned back against Wrecker, the tension in your body finally gone and the warmth radiating from him making you feel more safe and at home than ever.