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vesperstalksclones · 4 years ago

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Wrecker x Mando Femme OC

The Naked Truth

(18 +) explicit

So this is a gratuitous smut snippet of a Wrecker centered Bad Batch story, post Order 66. But of course, I'm writing the juicy parts first lol. I wanted to post because who knows if I'll finish it, and tumblr needs some Wrecker smut! So, following is unprotected sex, a difficult first coupling, ample fondling, and one surprisingly gentle guy, which is still pretty rough since he's built like a draft horse.... and hung like one... 😳

Quick synopsis:

(OH please pardon my lazy editing, I forgot to go spell check my Mando'a, so I kriffed up a few things 🤨)

The crew have been hiring themselves out to make $$ to fuel the Maurauder, buy supplies, etc. They take a job as armed support for a Mandalorian cell on a rather obscure outer rim planet, who have been clashing with the local crime syndicate. He meets Kessa-Lan, a stoic female warrior with a knack for explosives and an excellent rifleman. Of course our big goofy boy is smitten instantly, but her voice! Its all husky and full of pepper (think like Demi Moore) and he is going to die from loving it. But.. she refuses to take her helmet or armor off in his presence, but not because of strict code; Kessa was injured badly several years ago when her village was attacked by several of the crime family's enforcers. The burns resulted in the loss of her right arm, and her neck, shoulder, and face on the right side are terribly scarred. She has no ear on that side, and half her face is covered by cybernetic skin, with a replacement eye as well. She grows her hair in to thick braids, woven with beads and mementos, so that the locks can hide some of the disfigurement. She is ashamed and afraid that he wouldn't be so enamored if he saw her properly. So some stuff happens… pew pew, boom, pew, etc,etc. Wrecker ends up captured by the crime syndicate's local cell, with a few of Kessa's Vode, and he recognizes their sigil as the group who destroyed Kessa's village and harmed her so terribly. He manages to trick them into bringing him to a meeting hall alone, so they don't use the others as human shields to keep him in check. He taunts the leader in to a one on one fight (they think he's heavily sedated) and when they've uncuffed him, he visits some terrible hell on the three odd dozen elites, but suffers serious injuries in the process. The Bad Batch finds him and rushes off planet to an old friend with a bacta tank and the medical skills to save him. Upon returning, the Batch proceeds to obliterate the criminals and Wrecker seeks out his love interest, hoping she is at least a little bit happy to see him.

OOOOO Here's the good stuff OOOOO

Wrecker Circled her silently, looking her up and down with a quiet intensity. A few times he stilled, and she felt the calloused pads of his fingers ghost over a scar or a patch of freckles. Stopping behind her, his hands came to rest on her shoulders, thumbs caressing for a moment before they slid to her wrists and gently lifted her arms to the air. She felt him shift, no doubt examining them as he had done the rest of her, running his fingers along the lengths, assessing the differences between the one, flesh and bone, and the other, cold cybernetics.

"Beautiful." He whispered so low she could barely make out the word.

"Hmmm?"

"Beautiful, Mesh'la." He reached for her wrists again, raising her arms higher and positioning them around his neck, "You're a dream come to life."

She leaned against him as his lips brushed her undamaged shoulder, nibbling a gentle path towards her neck.

Retracing the path along her arms, he splayed his fingers wide and his great hands smoothed along her sides and over her hips, climbing up over her abdomen and ribs in slow circuits. When his lips reached her cheek, she turned her face, catching them with her own, and he wrapped his arms tightly around her torso, pulling her as flush against him as he could manage. He sighed into her mouth, kissing and licking at her softly.

For a moment Kessa was able to appreciate that no matter how brutally strong this behemoth may be, he had an inherently gentle heart. She had half expected to be flung down and ravaged by Wrecker the moment she bared her skin to him, as eagerly as he had flirted with her and as hungry as his eyes always were. She certainly hadn't expected this sensual caressing as he savored her in his arms. Despite the tautness of every muscle she could feel against her back, and the slight tremor in his hands, he held himself quiet and steady.

He broke away from her, turning his gaze back down her body, thoroughly enjoying the view. He slumped backwards, leaning against the crude table, hands full of her breasts as he arched her against him, and she hissed as he toyed with the dark peaks of her nipples. He experimented for a few moments, weighing her in his hands, varying the force of his grasp, rolling and pinching at the buds until he found just the right movement to make her whimper.

"That's right Sugar, sing for me so I know what you like…." he growled low in her ear, his voice growing impossibly deeper. One of his massive paws had crept to the juncture of her thighs, and he traced the crease thoughtfully. "Spread your legs, Dala. I want to touch you".

She obliged, wiggling her hips as she did so, feeling his hard member ride up against the small of her back. Wrecker hummed in appreciation, as his fingers crept into her warmth and, finding her slick and eager for him, dove right in. Seeking out the bundle of nerves at the front, he stroked with two fingers, trapping the delicate flesh and sending marvelous tingling sensations through her belly.

"Remember… my tongue was here before…" he whispered, ".. but you hid the rest of you then, all tucked away in that armor and that helmet… killed me to have to listen to you through a moderator." The two fingers flexed and curled, and then plunged inside her, and she clamped around them with a ragged moan, her jaw dropping open from the sudden intrusion. " Kriffing hell! That's nice!" he gasped into her neck.

He thrust into her eagerly, dragging his thumb across her clit each time, spurred along by Kessa's mewls and cries.

"Fuck! That voice ad'ika! Just listening t'ya could finish me!" He scraped his teeth along her jaw, and she could feel him trembling against her, his breath warm and moist at her ear. "So many times, all I could think was what you'll sound like when you take my cock."

She squirmed, rocking her hips and riding his hand. "Ah.. Wrecker! I want you inside me cy'aire, please!"

"Not yet, doll. Ladies first, then we'll see what happens." He couldn't ignore the burst of sensation brought on by her plea, begging for him to stuff himself between her thighs, and he couldn't help but to roll his hips against her, finding small satisfaction in rutting against her lower back.

"So tight, love. I'm giving you another…" he ground out hoarsely, before adding a third thick finger to her besh, groaning in satisfaction as she arched against him with a sob. "I'm so 'fraid I'll hurt you."

He felt her relax after a few thrusts, her slick running down the back of his hand. Her sounds were growing more frantic, and she was moving against him with purpose… "Are you there Sugar? Give it to me doll, come for me…let it go..." he pleaded gently.

She pulled his hand roughly to her breast, and he massaged and plucked at her roughly, causing Kessa to yelp and tighten around his knuckles. He stroked her only a few more times before she stiffened and shuddered, giving a broken cry. Wrecker watched in awe as the climax washed over her features, feeling her body contract around his fingers, her nails scraping at his shoulders. He could have wept at the sight, her lashes fanned over her dark cheek… the slight chatter of her teeth as her head lolled against his shoulder.. She drew out such profound feelings in him, his beautiful, pepper voiced, warrior goddess… that is if he wasn't so insanely desperate to pound her 'til her bones rattled.

Chest heaving, Kessa made to move away and he withdrew carefully. She turned and plastered herself against his chest, beaming up at him, one soul-less cybernetic eye blazing red, the other an explosion of green and gold and brown, a swirl of starlit colors as stunning as the glowing gas nebulae he had seen in his travels.

"Now!" She gasped, breathless still, "I want you on top of me!"

"Hmmmm.. mesh'la I don't dare."

Her eyes widened in confusion.

"Kess'ika, there isn't a soft surface anywhere in here; I'd beat you to hell darlin. I know my strength and I know how stupid I'm gonna get."

He rose from where he leaned against the rough work table, considering it carefully.

"But this'll do, I'll break this instead!" He shoved it back hard against the wall with a soft chuckle and turned to reach for her. She came to him eagerly, and he scooped her up, grinding her against him a few times with a satisfied groan, and he deposited her on the surface.

"You're ready for me?" He asked, drawing himself close between her legs.

"Um-hmm. Wrecker, take this off." She demanded gently, tugging at the skin tight black shirt he wore. He obligingly peeled it upwards and felt her hands on his skin before it cleared his shoulders. Flinging the garment away he admired the look on Kessa's face as she explored his chest and abdomen.

"These look terrible." She whispered, her fingers ghosting over the newly healed blaster wounds.

He gently butted his head against hers. "They're worth it if it means you sleep better at night." He grinned as he kissed her; she framed his face with her hands, deepening the kiss, and when he opened for her, Kessa's tongue brushed over his, making him see stars.

He jerked his trousers down his thighs and pressed her backwards upon the bench. Wrecker grasped her knees, spreading her wide before him and rolled himself against her, gliding his rigid cock through her wetness for good measure. She pushed up on her elbows, watching him thoroughly wet himself, before fisting his member and aligning himself with her opening.

Seven hells, he was big, well proportionally correct anyway for a man the size of a mountain, and she realized his purpose in using his fingers first... it would have been difficult without some preparation. He pushed against her, gritting his teeth with strain. Her jaw fell slack as he stretched her, his rounded head easing its way in.

"Is this alright cy'aire?" He hissed. "Hurts?"

He paused, shaking against her as he struggled with his overtaxed libido.

"Yes, love, I'm alright," she held his gaze, wanting him to see clearly that she wasn't lying for his benefit. She groped for his hands where they held her hips tightly, clinging to them for stability. He continued to push in to her, pausing to withdraw and return to claim another inch of her space. Her muscles burned as she took him, but it wasn't unbearable and each gentle motion felt better than the last.

"Give me all of you, Wrecker. I'm ready," She gasped.

He watched her for a moment, sweat beading on his forehead from the tension, and then flexed his ass and plunged forward, landing flush against her thighs and she wailed under him.

"Fuck! Kessa, I'm sorry! I'll stop…"

"No! Wrecker don't you dare!" She dug her nails into his wrists. "Just hold still a moment." She drew a deep breath willing her protesting muscles to relax, as he gently kneaded her hips.

"Kessa, we don't have to do this, love..."

"I'm ok cy'aire. It's just.. it's been a long, long time, and you're… well… you!" She gave a tug at both arms.

"Again, just start slowly, I was made for this, you know."

"To be mated by a bantha??"

She burst out laughing, and his eyes rolled back in his head from the contractions it caused around his cock.

"Jengo's bones woman! Kriffing HELL that feels amazing!"

"You said before you liked my voice enough to get off on it," She quipped, a coy look settling on her face.

"No doubt."

He stooped and kissed her hungrily, before bracing his palms on the table and tentatively moved his hips against her. Gradually he withdrew and then returned, filling her to bursting. She felt him drag against the most deliciously sensitive places, and each one sent hot electricity up her spine. Catching his honey brown eyes, she nodded and he quickened his movements, breathing raggedly from the sensations.

"Kessa… " he uttered her name again and again, like a prayer. " Oh… Kessa... Gods… you feel so good, woman.. I can't… I can't believe .. you let me … touch you like this!" Wrecker gasped, punctuating his words with sharp thrusts. "Wanted you for so damn long. Want you for myself… keep you… My woman.."

"You'd better ruin every other cock for me then" she replied, the words turning in to breathy moans.

With a sound somewhere between a groan and a snarl, he roughly gathered her up in his arms, his kiss pressing her into the table, his thighs slamming forward harshly against the wooden edges - and they were vaguely aware of the sound of something breaking. She mewled into his mouth, clawing at his back and neck, desperate to pull him closer than he already was.

"Are you going to come on my cock, love?" He growled. She couldn't do much more than whimper. "Come on mesh'la, scream for me. Wanna feel you!" He reared up, cradling her hips in an iron grip as he rammed into her, feral noises curling from deep within his chest. Kessa dug her nails against the table, watching his member disappear within her again and again, shining with her slick. She knew that she only ever wanted him. No other man should ever have her this way.

"Wrecker… I love you cy'aire, only you.. I'm yours however you want me.." she cried as her tension built, her release looming. "Come inside me cy'aire, I want you to…" something shattered within her and her climax washed over her. The world turned upside-down and the stars exploded in her eyes, and she screamed, just like he'd asked..

Seeing Kessa coming undone beneath him, her hot tight muscles contracting around him proved his undoing. A hard thrust, and another, and the third had him surging into her, her cries ringing in his ears; a more beautiful sound he had never heard, and his own climax claimed him, drawing blackness across his eyes.

He didn't quite faint; he was still sailing on the ripples of the best orgasm he had ever had, and his vision slowly came to focus. Kessa was watching him with a look of immense satisfaction, like a proud loth-cat who had just eaten the proverbial song bird.. He was trembling still, with the occasional harsh shudder as she continued still to tighten and relax against his softening cock.

He reached for her chin. "Kessa, did I hurt you sweetheart?"

"Yes." She groaned. "It was amazing. Do it again."

He wasn't quite sure what to make of that, when she grabbed his neck and pulled him down for a wet kiss.

"I meant what I said. Wrec."

He grinned crookedly and kissed her back. "We need to find a proper bed darlin'.

Pretty sure this pic is by Mollo101; whose Star Wars art is AMAZING!! Sorry so dark and melancholy, but there is a lack of Wrecker fanart out there!

#clone wars #bad batch #wrecker #clone wars smut #smoke show mando lady #wrecker deserves some good puss puss #stand at attention sir

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carry-the-sky · 6 years ago

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inspired 🔥👀 by this fantastic piece of art by @lindigo. this is pretty rough, and i’m posting it un-edited so i can squeak in before tonight’s ep, but i hope you enjoy it anyways!! <3

The day after the cops almost find Boomer’s body, Annie suggests they take the night off, just the three of them. No work, no family —

“And no extracurricular friends,” Annie emphasizes, side-eyeing Beth as she says it, which Beth does not appreciate. She’s about to say so when Ruby emerges from the closet, holding a dress Beth has no memory of buying. It’s sleek and red, and she feels exposed just looking at it.

“No—” she starts to protest, but Ruby holds up a hand.

“You’re wearing it,” she says, fixing Beth with a stare that chases her rebuttal back down her throat. “Don’t get me wrong, you rock a pantsuit better than Hilary—”

“Way better than Hilary,” Annie interjects, then shrugs when Beth glares at her.

“You’re wearing it,” Ruby says, hanging the dress on the door, and that’s the end of that.

She brings the dress to work. It hangs on the back of the door to Dean’s office — her office, now, her door — and Beth feels a small thrill every time she sees it, anticipation and nerves all blended up in the pit of her stomach.

It’s not that she‘s ashamed of her body, or the way she looks. She knows her curves are sexy. She’s just not sure anyone else does.

(Beth absolutely does not think about Rio. She doesn’t think about his hungry eyes, raking up the entire length of her body, or the way his tongue sometimes darts between his teeth, when he’s looking at her. She doesn’t think about how firm his hand was, that night at the bar, grasping her thigh, the curve of her breast —)

Beth keeps her door wide open the rest of the day.

She’s utterly exhausted by closing time, but it’s a good feeling. I can do this, she thinks as she packs up, and does one more walk around the sales floor. I can do this well.

She hasn’t forgotten about the dress, but that light and airy anticipation from earlier has evaporated, leaving her stomach heavy with dread. For a moment, Beth considers telling Annie and Ruby that she forgot it, or that it didn’t fit — but that somehow feels worse than just putting the stupid thing on, so she begrudgingly heads to the dealership’s bathroom to change.

The sharp fluorescent lights do nothing to lift her mood, and she scrunches her nose at her reflection. The dress itself isn’t bad, it’s just — not her.

She laughs aloud. None of this — robbing a bank, laundering money for a street criminal, sleeping with said criminal, assuming management over her husband’s car dealership — none of this is her, is it? But she’s doing it. She’s making it work.

Be a boss bitch.

Beth sizes up her reflection in the mirror, the sleek dress with its sweetheart neckline.

Yeah. She can do that.

Beth almost doesn’t see him. She’s shoving her work clothes unceremoniously into her bag when she catches a glimpse of movement in her office, and she yelps—

“So I guess y’all don’t do casual Fridays,” Rio says, smile spreading wide across his face as he eyes the dress, her red pumps.

Beth rolls her eyes. “You scared the shit out of me. Don’t you ever, I don’t know, use a cell phone?”

“Nah, I’m old-fashioned.” He’s sitting at her desk, a smirk still playing at his lips, and Beth is torn between wanting to slap him or do something else to wipe that expression off his face.

“What do you want?” she says. “We’re closed, which for most people would mean come back tomorrow—”

Rio quirks his head slightly. “I’m not most people.”

“Look,” Beth snaps, “as much fun as your drive-by visits are, I don’t have time for this tonight.”

“What, you got a hot date, or somethin’?”

Beth scoffs. “Maybe I do, yeah.”

Rio just looks at her for a second, his eyes hazy even in the bright early-evening light filtering in through her office windows, but Beth doesn’t like the way it’s stirring something up in her gut, warm and slow like sun-warmed honey.

“What,” she sighs, “do you want?”

Rio shifts in his chair, legs spreading slightly. “Just wanted to see how my business is doin’.”

“Excuse me, your business?”

“Sixty-percent, yeah? Last time I checked, that’s more than half. Which means it’s more mine than yours, sweetheart.”

Beth feels it in her face, first, anger rising hot and fast. “Get out,” she demands. “Now.”

Rio leans forward. “You gonna make me?”

She’s not sure how it happened, but she’s standing almost directly in front of him. From this angle, she can see the shadow that the collar of his shirt casts across his throat.

From this angle, he has to look up at her.

“You don’t scare me,” she says softly.

He wants to touch her — she can feel the want radiating off him, can see his fists balled into fists at his sides. But he doesn’t. When it comes to — this, whatever the hell it is, he’s always let her take the lead.

She should leave, now. She should —

She can’t explain what makes her reach out, what makes her brush the tips of her fingers against his arm. His skin is smoother than she expects, the muscles of his forearm taut beneath her hand.

“Right,” he says, voice hoarse. His eyes are fixed on hers. “Right, ‘cause you’re the boss, now.”

He’s got a hand on her, his palm curved around the meat of her thigh. His fingers skate upwards, teasing around the dress’s hem. Beth feels each point of contact like a laser, every one of her nerve endings attuned to where he’s touching her.

“Annie and Ruby are waiting for me,” she breathes.

Rio’s eyes are wildfire. “So let ‘em wait.”

She does.

#brio #brio fic #beth x rio #nbc good girls #my fic #happy sunday!!

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dyingfangirl · 6 years ago

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I’ve gotten an insane desire to do a playlist write-up in the style of Critical Role so here it is.

Maighread Allanach is the character I’ve played longest, and the group I play with are the most lovely people and so this is mostly for them, but if you’d like some insight into my dnd character here you go!

Don’t Ask Me Why by Great Caesar Maigh's song for her parents. Maigh's dad was raised noble, and her mom was but she was the youngest so she could really do whatever she wanted with her life. They did run off for a while, but then Maigh's grandfather got sick so they went back home and settled down. They dreamed of a happy life and a healthy family and Maigh was conceived. I edited Maigh's backstory a little bit after I heard this song for the first time and made the night Maigh was born very stormy and troublesome for the midwives to make it to the home, but her parents had each other and everything turned out okay.

Trouble by The New Respects But then Maigh discovered her magic, which does run in her family a little bit but she's the first Sorcerer. So little Maigh caused a bit of trouble and couldn't control her powers. Cue fear and ignorance and lakeside life at age 8. She still doesn't like the trouble of her powers but she has learned through trial and error that she can minimize the effect on her allies, but the whole party is learning that they're beginning to toy in some criminal and otherwise untrustworthy groups that are bringing trouble right back into her life.

Storm King by Big Tree Maigh joined her mother on one of the excursions to the nearest town (selling the things that come from their little lakeside cabin/farm and buying things they can't get there) and she discovered truly how much she was missing. She found a job posting for mercenaries to work for the militia and hasn't been home since.

The Fall by half•alive Something about Maigh made her afraid to trust the group. The Fall is about falling in love, but when you're someone who doesn't really experience romantic love, and the only love you've ever known is from your parents, anyone else is awkward and strange.

Feeling Alive by Earl St. Clair This is the moment that she learned these are The People (TM). She had such a calm and peaceful lakeside life before she got curious, and then meeting these people has made her feel alive in a way she hasn't ever before.

3am Bounce by No BS! Brass Band Maigh's battle song. It has the fun and mildly carefree nature that Maigh has, and a light amount of chaos. I thought that an instrumental song would be a better fit because Maigh, being a Wild Magic Sorcerer, has so much chaos surrounding her (especially in battle when she's constantly casting spells) that having lyrics would be too much chaos. I also had a lot of trouble finding songs for Maigh that when I heard this song it was perfect for her.

South Wind by Akira Kosemura So many of Maigh's songs are about the love and trust she feels for her party. Such a large part of her is really experiencing the world for the first time and being in awe and excitement of the adventures they're going on, but a small part of her just wants some time to settle down and just spend the days together without constant threat and danger surrounding them.

Technicolor by SAINTE Maigh used to have blue skin (perks of being a sorcerer) so putting Technicolor was funny for that reason. She definitely does not want all these adventures and powers to be a dream. A good portion of the party has spells, and half of us are primarily spellcasters so it makes for quite the rainbow battlefield. Is this battle song part 2?

Gorgeous by X Ambassadors She's learned to trust her party and they've made her feel welcome in the world, when (through fear and ignorance) she never felt that way before. Now her whole goal is making her party feel the way they make her feel. And also I couldn't go without putting an X Ambassadors song on the playlist. We are young, we are free / Like renegades, like James Dean / Beat the drum, sing off-key / You set me free, you set me free

Capable by The Wild Reeds Maigh is 20 (which I forgot, I thought I made her 18 lol) and so when people meet the party and see a 20-year-old Human girl who doesn't wear anything fancy with everyone else they don't expect her to be the main talker (hell yeah 19 charisma). Maigh can let that get to her a little bit, but she knows that she only needs to stick around (and get more magical items). She has seen and been through so much for being so young that it doesn't matter to her anymore.

Family by Mother Mother Out of game, it has been 10 months since we started playing. In game, we've been a party for 3 months (it feels like, feywild swampy caused a 6-month jump) but they've been through so much that she's already become so ride or die for these people. Out of game, the last level up (or maybe 2) she's grabbed some more spells that give buffs to the party rather than straight up damaging the enemy.

Foreigners God by Hozier As of writing this, this song is for a very recent session. Something the party had been hired to do was purify and return temples of an old and mostly dead god back to working condition because they had been corrupting the lands surrounding them. Maigh isn't really a worshipper of any specific god(s), but when you fall unconscious and fail 2 death saving throws and then your tressym and wizard are dead within 12 seconds of each other, felled by wraiths within one of these temples you feel like you have to start believing in something. A good place to start is "a foreigner's god", AKA your cleric (and her god).

Good for Goodness by Brittain Ashford Throughout it all, Maigh just wants to do good in the world. Keep the love for the people she cares about. She only hurts things that deserve it. She knows that she could make a mistake in that, but she accepts her mistakes and will do her best to not make those mistakes again.

To the Displacer Kitties/Gal Pals of Unknown Alliance you're the best DnD group a girl could ask for and I hope that having this insight makes you cry (not really) and I love all of you so much. <3

#displacer kitties #gal pals of unknown alliance #dungeons and dragons #Maighread Allanach

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