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Wrecker x M!Reader

NSFW

Warnings: naked massage, flirting, making out, oral sex, lingerie, "panty" ripping, anal fingering, anal fisting, anal sex, precum licking, creampie, butt plug, long sex toy

Inspired by and written for @clownbloody! I'm sorry it's sooooo late! It's been sitting in my edit folder for ages 😩

Mando'a Guide: Cyar'ika - Sweetheart Cyare - Beloved

Wrecker sighed as you worked your hands into the tight knots down his back. 

“You good, baby?” you chuckled.

“Mmmm feels good,” he all but moaned.

You grinned. “Always so tight when you come to see me.”

“More ways than one,” he laughed into the pillow.

You scoffed, pressing your quickly hardening length against the back of his hips where you straddled him. “Oh, like you’ve got the energy for any other kind of tightness after a 5 week long string of missions?”

He turned his head to look up at you through his periphery. “Always got the energy for you, cyar’ika.”

“You realize I’d have to stop massaging your back, right?”

Wrecker seemed to consider this for a moment, but his lips quirked up in a smirk. “I’ll live.”

Before you knew it, he’d bucked you off of him, taking his place above you as he roughly claimed your mouth. 

You moaned into the kiss as his hips grinded against yours, one hand capturing both of your wrists and pinning them to the bed above your head. 

“Maker, Wreck,” you sighed as his lips traveled down your body, kissing and licking, sucking and biting. 

“You make me wild, cyar’ika,” he murmured between kisses. 

Once he got to your waistline, he pulled roughly at the material of your pants, a silent plea to remove them. You obliged, revealing the lacy boxer briefs you’d gotten to surprise your lover. 

“Ohhh, cyare,” he groaned.

“You like ‘em?” you smirked. 

“Yeah,” he breathed. “You better take them off right now before I tear them off.”

You laughed. “I thought you might say that. That’s why I bought a few of them.”

Your eyebrow raised in an unspoken challenge as his lust-riddled brain put the pieces together. “R-really? You mean it?”

“Yeah, baby,” you grinned, your tongue darting out to lick your lips. “Go ahead. You know I like it when you get rough.”

“Fuck yeah, cyare,” he growled as he tugged at the waistband, the delicate fabric pulling apart easily against his strength. He groaned again, watching your quickly hardening length fall out of its confines to flop against your belly. 

Without another moment’s hesitation his big, calloused hand wrapped around your shaft as he placed a gentle kiss to your tip. 

Your contended hum quickly turned into a moan and he took your cock into his mouth. You watched his eyes flutter shut, just as it did when he took a bite of good food. 

His hand shifted down to take more of your length in, gently cupping your balls. 

“Fuck,” you whispered as his eyes opened again, fully locked onto yours. 

You could feel the pleasure building in your gut. As perfect as his mouth felt, you tapped the hand that had just reached up to tweak your nipples. 

Wrecker sank his mouth down onto you, taking your full cock into his throat. He stopped his motions, looking up at you through his lashes and cocking an eyebrow. 

“Baby, this is amazing,” you groaned. “But I don’t want to cum until I have your cock in my ass.”

It was Wrecker’s turn to moan, the rumbling from his throat around your cock making your hips jerk. 

He pulled off of you slowly, letting a few strings of spit trail down from his mouth as he finally released your dick. Your head fell back at the sight; this man was going to be the death of you. 

Faster than it took you to realize, he’d lifted you from the bed, lifting you up to straddle his waist as he leaned back against the headboard. 

“Turn around,” he ordered. “Show me that pretty ass of yours and I’ll make sure you’re ready to take me.”

You whimpered a little, moving quickly to present your ass to him. 

He slapped your cheeks, admiring the way they flushed ever so slightly. He reached for the bottle of lube that lived on the nightstand.

He poured a little onto his fingers, wiping them against your hole. 

He slipped one finger in with ease, nearly groaning at the way your ass pulled him in. He pushed another finger in and you were practically purring for him. 

“Maker, cyar’ika,” he mumbled almost reverently as he added a third finger. “You’re taking my fingers so well.”

“Love the way you stretch me,” you managed between quiet moans. “Gimme more, baby.”

Wrecker put a fourth finger in and felt like his head was going to explode. 

“Fuck, Wrecker, more,” you ordered greedily. 

“Cyar’ika, that’s almost my whole hand-”

You looked back at him over your shoulder. “Yes, baby,” you encouraged, your words slightly slurring together. “Gimme your hand.”

“Fuck, cyare,” he groaned as he squirted more lube onto his hand. 

Your ass eagerly took his giant hand and you moaned wantonly, loving the stretch and the sight of his amazed face. 

“Cyare, I need you,” he panted, pumping his hand a little. 

“Need your cock, Wreck,” you agreed. 

He pulled his hand out, wiping the extra lube onto his almost painfully hard length. 

Wrecker pulled at your hip. “Face me, cyar’ika. I need to see the pretty faces you make while you ride me.”

You shuddered, turning and lowering yourself onto his cock. 

“Fuck,” you sighed, drawing out the vowel. 

The two of you stilled for a moment, basking in the perfect way he slotted inside you. You felt his cock twitch as his hands roved over your body. They moved up to your nipples, pulling, squeezing, and rolling the sensitive skin between his fingers. 

“C’mon, mesh’la,” he whispered, bucking his hips. “Wanna see you bounce on my cock.”

You moaned again, feeling like your brain had turned to a pleasant mush as you started to move, feeling his long cock drag in and out of you. The girth of him sat in that perfect range; big enough for the stretch to drive you wild, but slim enough it didn’t become overwhelming. The depth into your gut he could reach made you dizzy. 

“I think you’re already getting close, cyare,” he whispered, his tone teasing. “Look at this mess you’re making.”

Wrecker held your waving cock with one hand, steadying it for you to see the trail of your precum dripping from your cockhead. You swiped your thumb across it, gathering the evidence of your pleasure. 

“Mmm, give me that,” he hummed, opening his mouth and letting his tongue hang out.

Your cock twitched and ached as you grabbed him by the chin, pressing your thumb against his waiting tongue. 

He let out a groan of satisfaction, his eyes rolling back as your ass clenched around him. 

Wrecker wrapped his lips around your thumb, pulling a curse from your lips. 

“Wonder how long you’ll last if I just…” He trailed off, choosing to let his actions finish the idea. He grabbed your hips, pushing you up and nearly off his cock. He pulled you back down roughly, his hips pivoting up into you. 

A string of curses fell from your lips as he continued fucking you. Soon, your words turned into rambling syllables, barely strung together as words. 

“You’re so cockdumb for me, baby,” he smirked. “You like getting fucked outta your brain?”

The way your cock twitched and the mindless, rapid nodding you gave answered the question before the affirmative words could fall from your lips. 

Then he shifted. His hands grabbed you just differently enough. 

“Fuck,” you cried as each hard thrust sent his cockhead pressing against your prostate. 

You knew you were going to cum and hoped the never-ending stream of mumbled words flowing from you told him as much. 

“That’s it, cyare,” he groaned, his pace still unrelenting. “Give me that cum.”

That did it; that sent you flying over the edge. Your vision went white as he fucked you through your orgasm. 

His hips slowed as your eyes cleared and you started to come down from your high. 

“Did so good for me, mesh’la,” he cooed. “Took my cock so well.”

“Maker, Wreck,” you sighed. “You- you are too good at that.”

“Mmm, just for you,” he shrugged. “Love taking you apart while you ride me. Love hitting that perfect little spot that makes you scream my name like that.”

Do I scream? you thought as you fought to catch your breath. You had noticed your throat was a little sore. 

“Yeah, cyar’ika,” he chuckled. “Your neighbors hate me.”

Your head was coming back together bit by bit. “Baby, did you-” you started, but were quickly cut off by a particular feeling deep in your gut. 

He hadn’t pulled out of your ass yet, but you could feel the tightness in your belly - you were full of his cum. 

You moaned as you lay down against him, being sure to not let his slowly softening length slip out of you. “Mmm, you filled me up, didn’t you Wrecker?”

“Course I did; it’s been five weeks since the last time I got to,” he grinned. “Don’t worry, mesh’la; I’m going to make sure you don’t spill a single drop.”

He produced from the pocket of his pants - which had conveniently landed on the edge of the bed - a box. 

He opened it up, revealing that he’d gotten you a new toy. It was long and thick, tapered and with a flared base of course. You knew it had to be girthy if it was meant to keep you plugged up after Wrecker’s monster of a cock had stretched you out, but the length of it brought butterflies to your stomach. 

“Fuck yes, baby,” you whined. “Please put it in me.”

He grinned wickedly, pushing you upright by your shoulders, and nudging you until you spun away from him, staying on his cock all the while. 

“That’s it, mesh’la,” he encouraged. “Lift up nice and slow for me.”

You were maybe halfway off his cock when you felt the tip of the new toy start to press into your ass. 

“Wrecker,” you moaned. 

He pulled his hips back from you, letting his semi-hard cock fall from your tight hole. He pushed the toy in further and you felt it widen with every inch. You were moaning unabashedly by the time he finished. 

“Oh, maker,” you gasped as you placed a hand on your lower belly. Your soft skin felt slightly distended and you let yourself fall back to lay on top of him. 

He laughed. “Is it good, mesh’la?”

You sighed with a slight shiver. “It is… until you can give me more of your cum.”

That wide, wicked grin returned. “Oh, you’re on, cyar’ika.”

Thanks for reading! - River

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This is so unbelievably sweet. 😍

10/10. Highly recommended.

Evidence and Luck

Tech x Phee Genoa

Warnings: very fluffy, implications of and references to sexual relations and therefore I'm labeling this fic as Mature and 18+, but nothing is explicit

My first TechPhee!! I hope I've done them justice.

It was far later than Tech had expected to return to the Marauder. It was certainly later than he’d told the others to expect him. But at the moment, he found he didn’t care much about that. In fact, walking back to the ship in the lowlight just before sunrise, he could probably say he didn’t care much about anything other than her. 

Stars above, for the first time in his life there was only one thing on his mind and it was Phee, Phee, Phee. It didn’t matter that he’d spent nearly ten hours with her at her small cottage and only left mere moments ago. He was still replaying it all in his head. 

“You sure you have to go now, Brown Eyes?” she’d asked, her voice soft as she wrapped her arms around his neck. “I wouldn’t mind you staying through to the morning.”

His hands gripped her hips, pulling her even closer to him, drinking in the soft moan that fell from her lips. “I cannot say I would mind either,” he’d conceded. “Unfortunately, I did inform my brothers that I would be back in…” he trailed off as he glanced at the chrono on the wall. “Four hours ago.”

She smiled, her fingers fiddling with the strap of his goggles at the back of his head. “If you’re already late…”

“What is the harm in a few more minutes?” he finished, already ducking down to kiss her neck again.

“Or hours,” she groaned as she lifted the goggles from his head once more. 

Oh, he was feeling particularly lucky at the moment. The events of the past sixteen hours aside, he was feeling this way because all his brothers had leaned away from the early morning risings the war had always brought. Well, almost all of his brothers.

“You were out late,” Echo smirked over his mug of caf as he walked up the ramp. “Or should I say early? Busy night?”

“Busy indeed,” Tech agreed quietly, feeling a little giddy at the memories. 

“Got a new… project?” 

Tech chuckled. “Perhaps.”

Echo grinned at his brother. “Get some rest,” he advised. “And maybe a shower. You look like you need it.”

“I believe that would be a good idea.”

He walked through the ship, being sure to keep his footsteps light to avoid the two light-sleepers’ wraths until he came up on the refresher. He eyed it for a moment before tilting his head down to gently sniff at himself. 

Phee’s perfume - a gorgeous blend of wood and citrus - was all over him. 

He sighed. He didn’t really want the smell of her to leave him, but he knew it would irritate Hunter’s senses so he figured a brief stop in the sonic shower wouldn’t hurt. 

He stepped out of the fresher a few moments later, adjusting his goggles back into their typical space just as Echo happened to be passing. 

“Better, but you… missed a few spots,” he noted with his signature snarky smile. 

Tech’s brows furrowed as he turned back to face the small mirror. His cheeks heated and darkened. Phee had left a number of small marks all over his face and neck, little prints of her lipstick dotting his face. 

He sighed, but as he began to clean the marks from his face, he found that he couldn’t wipe away the smile his lips had pulled into. Her voice still filled his ears. “Brown eyes. Mmm, yes. Right there, baby.”

He came to the final mark, one on the side of his neck, peeking out of the collar of his shirt. It might’ve appeared to be a simple lipstick stain, but Tech knew better. Hidden behind the subtle red of her favorite lipstick was a deep purple; a small spot where the pressure her teeth and lips had applied ruptured the blood vessels just below the surface.

Maybe it was the deviant nature that seemed encoded in himself and his brothers or maybe it was Phee’s influence, but either way, that small bit of evidence remained. He figured he’d face the teasing of his brothers if it meant they all realized just how lucky he was. 

Thanks for reading! - River

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