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moodymisty · 1 year

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hola, it's imarvelatthestars 😎 I was looking through your request rules and kink prompts bc. well. it's me. and hoooooo boy I just wanted to share some Thoughts that I was having about Wrecker.

I usually tend to think of Tech when I have a fantasy including toys, but the thought of Wreck trying some out on you? maybe it's something you've been wanting to try but you're not sure how to ask him for it, you don't wanna make him uncomfortable, but these desires tend to build up and lurk in your mind until they come out in dreams. you dream about him using a vibrator on you, edging you, making you come too many times to count, making you squirt, and when you finally wake up, you find that Wrecker's 😳 in bed next to you, unbearably turned on hearing you moan and whine in your sleep but he's too polite to touch you without asking. maybe you tell him to wake you up with his mouth or his hands next time if it gets him going so much. and maybe the next time you have that dream and Wrecker does decide to wake you up properly, maybe then you tell him about this new fantasy of yours. how you want him to try vibrators and dildos and oral simulators on you, you want him to overestimate you until you can't even function and then you want him to fuck you as rough or slow or frantic as he wants. and then he does.

just a Thought 😏

Author's note: Hola! ¿Que tal? I just gotta respect the fact that we are on the same wavelength when it comes to Wrecker like -chef's kiss-The kink prompts isn't a comprehensive list, i'm sure theirs plenty more I could add, but I'm glad it's helping people give me tasty ideas >:3 Tasty Wrecker ideas… I kinda took this idea and ran into the wilds with it, so I hope you still enjoy X’D If not feel free to hit me with a bonk and I’ll change it

Relationships: Wrecker/Fem!Reader

Warnings: NSFW, Size difference, Sex toys (A vibrator), Unprotected sex, Squirting, Vaginal sex, Wet dreams,

Sitting down on Wrecker’s bunk you find yourself keeping busy by fiddling with the edge of your fingernail, before the toes of two boots come into view not far from your own feet.

“You look awful.”

You look up at Crosshair mouth agape, baffled by how out of complete nowhere his observation was.

“Uh, thanks?”

He shakes his head and rolls his eyes, the toothpick in his mouth resting against against the corner of his lips. The stubble on his face is more visible than usual; Making an audible noise as he rubs his jaw.

“Not like that. You look like you’ve been getting shit sleep.”

Oh, well that makes more sense. So he wasn’t being a completely incorrigible ass.

He’s not wrong; You’re always beside yourself when Wrecker is gone, and sometimes it’s more than a bit hard to get rest knowing that he’s in the line of fire. Especially when he can’t comm, and you have absolutely no clue what is happening out there in the unknown. It’s a situation that just breeds anxiety, and extension poor sleep. Even if he’s been back for a few days now, those weeks of strain still linger.

“Yeah, that’s a way to put it.”

There, was also another reason; But not one you’re going to mention to one of his brothers.

“Oh what, you still miss the big lug? He’s right over there, you know.”

He jerks his head in the direction of the cockpit, where Wrecker is indeed standing. Hunter had wanted to talk to him for a moment, leaving you alone in the back of the Marauder to stew in your own thoughts for awhile.

Crosshair was not too off the mark, but he wasn’t entirely right about the source of your sleep troubles either.

You’d made a bit of an, impulse buy, recently. During this most recent deployment.

It’s not much of a secret that it can get lonely, in more than a few ways, and so you’d decided to buy a nice vibrator to keep your more, carnal thoughts in check. It had worked for a time, but now with him back, you’ve been having the same problem, but a different root. You’re no longer missing him, with him back in your arms but your thoughts are still filthy, though now of him using the thing you’d bought to dull the pain of his absence.

You have absolutely no idea on how to approach the matter of your desire with him, and any time you think about doing so, your face grows so hot that the idea of speaking any words through your choked throat becomes impossible. The last thing you want to do is make him uncomfortable, but in doing so you’ve made him worry instead. He now thinks something is absolutely up with you, but you don’t want to speak about it. He’s been keeping a closer eye on you than usual, trying to figure out what’s been bothering you.

And speaking of the man of the hour…

Wrecker returns to you and comes partly in-between you and Crosshair, looking down in your direction.

"Hey, it’s getting pretty late; You gonna head back to your place or sleep here?”

You can quite clearly tell Wrecker doesn’t want you to leave, and while you think it’s adorable, he also seems to have a small layer of what almost seems like concern.

"I’m find with staying here, as long as no one minds."

Crosshair’s eyebrows raise when you look at him. He sleeps in the bunk above Wrecker; Always a fan of sleeping up high and out of the way. You’d called him a tooka once, when he’d mentioned considering sleeping on the storage racks away from the lot of you.

And so the sniper rolls his eyes, muttering something about you keeping them up all night as he climbs up into his own neck.

“Cross…” Hunter gives warning tone, having overhead the sniper’s quip.

“Stay as long as you like, sorry about the mess.” You can’t help but snort at Hunter apologizing about the mess, as if it isn’t the Marauder’s default state.

You take off your outer layers, trying to hold back a yawn as you slip into Wrecker’s bunk to settle down. Wrecker himself quickly slides in as well once you're good, effectively trapping you in. Since he's too big for you to both sleep on your backs, you sleep partly on top of him, and he gets a weight to put in his arms. It helps him sleep, in the same way Lula had before you.

Echo is the next one to slowly wander his way back to the bunks after you two, hopping in and laying back to relax. When Tech eventually comes back he’s dragging his project with him, hauling the mass of wires onto his bunk and then his stomach. Without a shadow of a doubt he’s going to fall asleep with it on his lap, but no one bothers to try and convince him not to.

And as time slowly ticks by one by one of them each fall asleep; Tech’s humming replaced with gentle snoring, and Echo’s foot tapping slowly fades off into nothing. Wrecker is asleep underneath you as well, so other than Hunter, you're now the only one awake. Hunter might even be asleep honestly, you have no way of seeing like you can the others. He’s probably dozed off with his boots resting on the control panel, now that Tech can’t yap at him for it.

You want nothing more than to sleep, but you keep tossing and turning in your little nook of space between the wall and Wrecker. But no matter how much you try and blank out your mind and let sleep take over, it’s still racing enough so that you still feel as wide awake as you did in the middle of the day.

They’re all so lucky. They all get to sleep, while that little vibrator still sticks in your mind, much to your annoyance; Floating around like a buzzing little bug that keeps dodging your attempts to swat it down.

You can't afford to be having these sorts of thoughts right now, not when you're less than three meters from four other people. You’ve made a decision to sleep, and you are going to follow through with that; No matter how much your body attempts to fight you.

That vibrator was meant for when you were all alone, missing Wrecker when it was the middle of the night and he’s lightyears away, but nothing excites you more than the idea of giving Wrecker the reins with it. He’s sweet; Wrecker never denies you a single thing you ask sweetly for, in a way that can have you unwound underneath him. You have no doubt he'd have you trembling and leaking all over yourself, begging him to stop and begging for more.

Oh come on, not now. shoo shoo.

You wiggle slightly to try and adjust into a more comfortable position; But the minute, the second you close your eyes and try to sleep, your mind instantly moves from counting tookas to seeing every scene lingering in the recesses of your mind play out against your eyelids.

It would make it far easier for him to tease you and yet still deny you what you really want, A way of preparing yourself for him while still yearning for the cock that’s weighing down your tongue and stretching your lips. You’ll never deny having eyes too big for your stomach when it comes to Wrecker, but the possibilities of setting him free with something like this knowing that he’s already so much for you to handle fills you with nervous excitement.

When you wake up the next morning you're not incredibly tired, but you can absolutely feel that you got less sleep that your body had needed. Again. You can still remember bites and pieces of what you assume was one of your dreams from during the night, and you end up having to take a quick trip to the refresher to clean yourself up. Your underwear were noticeably damp and stained, your wet dreams having physically effected you once again.

Some food should keep your mind busy, as Hunter had decided to grab the Batch some food that for once, wasn’t GAR regulated slop. You pitch in a few credits for your own portion, needing some food to fill your empty, almost nauseous stomach.

The sudden sound of metal on metal startles you nearly upright however, looking up from your food and seeing that Wrecker had kicked an ammo crate across the floor to skid to a stop in front of you.

"Wreck, what are you doing?"

He's holding his meal in his hands as he rounds the crate, standing between it and you.

"They're being boring up there. I wanted to sit with you." Plopping down on the crate, he cracks open the meal box and starts digging in, quickly surpassing what you've eaten in no time. The two of you sit in a comfortable silence for awhile, until Wrecker decides to stop chowing down for a moment to speak up.

"You alright?"

Wrecker's sudden question has you confused, brow furrowing before you take another bite of your food.

"Yeah, why?" He's already finished most of his food, swallowing before speaking.

"Last couple nights you've been moving a lot in your sleep; Thought you were having nightmares." Needless to say, that was the exact opposite of your current problem. It's sweet of Wrecker to have noticed something was off though and ask you about it, however.

"Oh no, no it's not that. No nightmares. At least that I remember." Wrecker shrugs and takes another bite of his food.

"We all get em sometimes."

You'll keep his words in mind for later; But at least for the time being, nightmares are the least of your problem. You'd almost prefer they were at the moment, given they'd be far easier to explain that what is currently plaguing your mind. You’d hoped him being here would tame it, but instead you look at the muscles of his neck and your thoughts wander.

It continues throughout the entire day, swimming around in the back recesses of your mind no matter how hard you try to push it away. No matter how much you try and throw it out into the ocean, the current just keeps bringing those thoughts right back. It’s, distracting. More than a little bit so.

Normally when you finally manage to bring Wrecker back to your place you’re excited and reeling with so many things, but now you just feel tired, eager to make up on some sleep. The ride back is slow, feels slow, and the moment your door opens Wrecker is following behind you, noticing the way your body is lax and sluggish.

“Tired?” He jokes, watching the way you smile and nod.

“Yeah, haven’t got much good sleep the last couple of days.” Bless him, you can tell Wrecker is still a little incredulous on your denial that it’s nightmares, but he doesn’t press on it anymore tonight. The two both get into bed, Wrecker adamantly making sure you’re comfortable before finally letting himself relax.

With the soft weight of your own bed and your own blankets, Wrecker safe at your side you’re finally out like a light, the soft sounds of speeders and air taxis along with his soft breathing lulling you off.

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Wrecker slowly cracks his eyes open, feeling the dry sticky taste in his mouth from deep sleep. Nothing is making noise and no one's yelling for him, so at first he doesn't realize why he even woke up in the first place.

Until you jerk quite harshly in your sleep again, and Wrecker instantly realizes you were the cause.

Another nightmare? He thinks, watching the way your body fidgets, and your hand grips the black fabric of his bodyglove tighter.

He watches your face, sees it furrowing and relaxing with whatever is going on in your head. Your body moves again, though much more softly than the motions that he assumes had woken him up. You also mumble, lips barely moving as you utter:

"Wreck..."

Your words are barely noticeable, slurred by sleep and your brain only working from ingrained habits. A gentle sigh escapes your throat, muffled by his arm that you're clinging to. Just as your lips close he feels your hips brush forward, rubbing against his body.

This is not a nightmare.

Your hips jerk forward again, even rougher than the last time as you let out a soft little sigh from the bottom of your throat.

Definitely, not a nightmare.

Wrecker's body instantly goes ramrod straight, and suddenly his cock isn't very far behind. He feels it go right down his spine, cock almost jumping as your hips twitch forward. Your little hands are gripping at his bodyglove, pressing your body against him as you desire more of whatever he's doing to you in your dream. He knows it's him, you keep mumbling his name like a prayer slipped between the cutest little noises.

Now each time your body brushes against him he feels his cock throb, swallowing thickly the knot in his throat. He wonders what you’re dreaming about, as it surely seems to be pleasant, your face softening as you mumble incomprehensible words to his dream self.

This is torture. Every single round of resistance training the Kaminoans put him through now pale in comparison to this.

But he can wait; It'll be all of his allotted patience for the next few months, but he's not going to wake you up just because he has a hard-on. Especially since you had specifically said you needed to get some sleep. He’d feel so guilty to wake you up over something so, carnal. No matter how much he desperately wants to, or how badly he wants to just, touch you.

If he moves his leg a bit, he can maybe find some relief, trying to slowly move while you lay tight against him. The moment he attempts to do so he feels your body jerk fast enough that he quickly freezes, watching your head raise up away from his bicep.

When your eyes first open he thinks you're still asleep, until he notices you looking around the room searching for what had woken you up. Nothing around the room catches your interest, so when your eyes eventually look to him, you notice his looking your way. He’s never been one to wake up in the middle of the night, that you’ve even seen.

"Hey gorgeous,"

Your body perks up, brow furrowing though your eyes are still hooded and tired. It’s clear you’re still half sleeping, but slowly the fog is lifting.

"Wrecker? You're... Awake?"

How could he sleep? He had his girl clearly dreaming something absolutely filthy about him and nearly humping on his arm. He'd have himself declared brain dead if he didn't react.

“You were dreamin’ about something… Think you were moving around and it woke me up.” He can feel the way your hand against his chest is fidgeting, the illumination from the buildings outside giving you a soft, glowing backlight.

"Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you up." Your eyes are darting all over his face, watching the way his eyelids seem hooded and the corners of his mouth are just barely crooked upward.

"You kept moaning my name."

Your body raises up. His eye is noticeably dilated, looking at you with that soft, confident smirk he gets when he knows what he's going to say will rile you up.

"Were you havin' a good time in that little head of yours?"

Good would be, more than an understatement. In your head you were almost sobbing because of how good he was making you feel. He had you a completely malleable mess, both physically and mentally under his body, leaking all over the toy in his hand and then his cock.

"Maybe I was..."

Your leg moves from where it's against his thigh, trying to cling to him closer. When you do, you brush against his cock and instantly feel that he's completely hard; Seeing him bite his cheek and hiss through his teeth.

Your embarrassment by getting caught red handed in the woes of a wet dream fade away by the realization that Wrecker was so turned on my it; But this whole time had been relegated to listening from the sidelines.

"If you’re this hard, you could've woke me up... I wouldn't have minded."

In one motion Wrecker moves from laying on his back to his side, before raising up on his left forearm. His right knee settles between your thighs, forcing them apart.

“I’d be happy to have your hands or mouth wake me up in the middle of the night.” He catches your sly glance, the not so subtle suggestion. He’ll keep your words in mind for another time; For now he has a more important thing in the front of his mind. He leans down to steal a kiss from your lips, his stubble rough against your skin.

"This the same dream you’ve been having? Making you roll around in your sleep?"

His hand is touching your side, feeling your body arch upward closer to him as he cradles just underneath your ribcage. His touch is gentle yes, but there is a distinct unyielding firmness to it. You’re not leaving his grip to go anywhere. "Yes, it was..." His hand moves over your stomach, sliding down past the band of your underwear. The instant his fingers touch your outer lips he feels the dampness of your underwear, fingers curling between your folds and instantly becoming so overwhelmingly slick.

"Kriff, you're so wet,"

His hand could cover your entire cunt if he wanted to, rubbing two of his fingers up and down your pussy to warm you up to his touch.

"What were you thinking about, pretty girl?"

Your moans are more so little sighs and pleas for more, hips pushing upwards towards him as your hands grip the sheets like a lifeline. Your pussy aches, empty. Begging for him to fill you.

"I- fuck, I decided to get something recently and... I kept dreaming about it..." Wrecker's fingers keep pressing against your clit, rubbing circles around the hood. His touch is so soft you know he’s absolutely teasing the answer out of you, watching you writhe underneath him. You’ve missed him so much, how you love to finally have him touching you again.

"Yeah? What was it?" He keeps touching you so much you can barely get out the words, muttering them between your breathes. Your voice stays a whisper; A habit from the Marauder.

"A vibrator; I missed you and… I wanted something while I waited for you to come back." One of his fingers pushes inside of you and you nearly cry out, pulling the sheets upward like you want to tear them apart. You’re almost so lost in the feeling that he has to bring you down to reality to his voice, his lips on your neck before pulling back.

“Sounds like there’s a bit more, gorgeous.” There is, it’s just a matter of getting the words out of your mouth as he slips a second finger inside of you, burying down to the base and rubbing them against the inside of your cunt.

"I kept thinking about you using it on me. While you fucked me."

If the mere thought has you dreaming about it and making you wet like this, enough to take over your mind, he'll make your dream come true.

"Where is it?" Your thighs are trembling, face feeling fire hot as your pussy leaks all over his hand.

"Left nightstand." It's resting at your side of the bed, and Wreck only has to pull his hand away from you and lean over to find it. He digs through for a moment and you can almost feel the way your head is beating against your chest. It’s the same beat that throbs in your cunt, body desperately awaiting him. When he finds it, your eyes trail his hand as it dwarfs the vibrator, almost looking like a pathetic little toy in his grip.

Before he puts in on you however he realizes he’s still clothed, and quickly moves to remedy the matter. He starts peeling away at his bodyglove as you watch him, seeing the way his muscles flex and squeeze as he does so.

His body his massive; Sometimes you forget how much so. He really could just destroy you if he wanted to.

The thought makes your grip the pillow your head is against tight enough to squeeze it down to it’s thinnest margin, before you let go and grasp the sides of your panties instead; Peeling off the underwear you’ve made a mess of tonight.

And once it’s off of him he throws it aside, down to somewhere out of view and thought.

“You ready for me, gorgeous?” He sees your head nod even in the dim light of the room.

“Yes, yes please.” Wrecker wouldn’t consider himself cruel, but oh how he loves to hear you beg.

You can see how hard he is once he pulls away his bottoms, precum leaking down after some has already smudged across the head of his cock. He grips your thigh and pull your closer, enough so that he can rub himself against you and coat his cock in your wetness. You can’t help but look away for a moment, his eyes too intense to keep contact with for more than a few glances.

“I would’ve told you sooner, if this was how y- Oh gods-”

In your distracted speaking Wrecker suddenly turns on and presses the vibrator against your clit, jolting you out of your sentence as your hips instantly jerk upward. He’s gentle at first, testing your limits sliding it up and down your pussy before pressing it harder against you.

It’s not the most intense setting, but it’s already making your thighs shake and cunt throb, stomach tensed as you feel the vibrations go through you. You can feel him just barely teasing you, cock grinding against your and a few times pressing against your entrance before popping out, and continuing along your outer folds. Each time he does it makes you gasp, mouth agape as you feel like he’s just about to fuck you, but backs off.

He pulls the vibrator away from you for a moment, wrapping a hand around his cock and pumping it a few times before just barely pressing against your entrance. He isn’t teasing this time, but he’s so, so slow.

“Relax, pretty girl; I’m not gonna fit if you don’t.”

You want to, more than anything, but your muscles are so tight that it requires a conscious effort. You feel just as the head of his cock pushes past your entrance, moaning as he stretches you to your limit.

Slowly slowly, he pushes himself down to the base, sinking his cock fully inside you. He’s gives you more than a moment to let your body relax, pressing the vibrator back against your clit and moaning at the way he feels your muscles instantly tighten around him.

“Kriff, that feel good?” Your legs tighten around his hips as he slowly pulls halfway out then thrusts back into you, hand gripping your hip to keep you close as your hips attempt to raise up higher.

“Yes, yes, I should’ve told your sooner-” You remember using this toy a few times when Wrecker was deployed, and you were more than a little lonely. It never felt this intense, your toes curling as he drives his cock deeper into you. Wrecker is the only common denominator that would explain it.

It’s bringing you so close to the edge it almost feels like the world is spinning, glancing downward to see his cock disappearing and reappearing as his hand holds your toy to your clit. When you suddenly cum around him it’s almost like seeing stars, biting your lip he fucks you through it.

Your fingers dig into the sheets, as if you want your nails to pierce the fabric and tear it to ribbons.

His hips hit the backs of your thighs, hard enough to fill the room with the lewd sounds of slapping skin and the wet sounds of your pussy around him, his harsh, ragged breaths and your desperate moans.

But it’s within moments that you already feel another one being pulled from you, gasping as your hands start to hurt from how hard they’re holding on. He pulls your vibrator away from you only for a moment to adjust his grip, as it’s so slick in his hands from how wet you are. The moment it touches you again, he feels the way your cunt clenches and your hips twitch upward.

You’re going to cum again you can feel it, he’s bringing you so close you can barely take it; Your stomach tight enough to snap. Each thrust of his hips, each press of that dastardly little toy against your clit, it’s wrapping your legs around him tighter, feeling like your absolutely going to burst.

“Oh gods, Fuck Wrecker I’m gonna-”

You cum again around him legs nearly thrashing around. Your hand claps over your mouth, a habit Wrecker hates but you feel forced to do. You didn’t want your screams to echo through the walls, gods forbid. Your body goes from so tight to limp, as he slows down to fuck you through it but barely so, as any rougher he’d fear hurting you.

"Kriff, gorgeous you’re-,"

Wrecker swears under his breath, his hips uneven and sloppy; He’s been so close for so long that he just needs this little bit to push him over, seeing your body almost limp underneath him. Your so slick against his cock, even his hips and thighs that he can tell you squirted all over him, making a complete mess. He couldn’t care in the slightest, he never would; Especially when you look almost ethereal laid out on your bed like this.

You can hear the moment he cums inside of you by the way his breath hitches, driving himself as deep inside of you as possible. His hips twitch, pulling back before just as quick driving himself back deeper inside of you, the hand gripping your thigh holding you tight enough that you might’ve feared it would bruise, had you cared. You care far more about the way you can feel his cum inside of you, almost already threatening to leak out.

You’re wet, he’s wet; Thighs trembling. It takes you at least a minute to come down from your high to realize, though once you do you can’t do much more than apologize.

"Oh g- Wrecker I'm so sorry," Your heart is still pounding in your chest, the muscles in your hips still twitching no matter how much you try to still them.

Wrecker doesn't seem to mind, and if anything he seems almost proud. If he thought you could handle it, he might’ve considered trying to get you to do it again. He slowly pulls out of you and watches your thighs twitch and tense, cum leaking from your abused pussy. When he notices your glassy stare and flushed face, his hand gently cups your face, feeling your warm skin on his own.

"You should get cleaned up before you pass out, gorgeous. I’ll fix this." You raise a hand. As much as you might want to move, the idea of doing so at this moment seems dangerous, at best.

"I just, need a minute." Wrecker leans over and pushes a small bit of hair away that's stuck to your forehead before pressing his lips against you.

When you do manage to get up, it's still wobbly legs, stumbling your way to the tiny refresher and cleaning yourself up enough that you can comfortably sleep. You doubt that you’ll have any problems doing that now, as you take one more glance in the mirror before turning away.

When you leave, It's a surprise to see Wrecker standing outside the door, before he suddenly picks you up off the ground. It pulls a little noise of surprise from you as you grasp his shoulders, as he carries you hooked with one arm under your thighs.

"Wrecker!? The bed is right there why are you carrying me!?"

He stops walking and stands, adjusting you in his grip.

"You're tired, and you don't let me carry you..." He gently plops you down on the bed.

"I don't let you in the Marauder, because last time you almost made me kick Hunter in the back of the head." Wrecker slides onto the bed with you and assumes a similar position to the one you were both in earlier, curled up against his side with his arm around you. Head resting against his bicep you feel his hand gently resting on your back, so warm and gentle.

You're so completely wore out you don't remember even falling asleep, only the look on Wrecker's face as he leans over you, breath on your face as he whispers:

"Wake up wake up, princess."

His face and body obscure almost all of your vision, though the warm light bleeding through the window and onto his body shows it is indeed morning. Instead of raising up you pull yourself against his chest, groaning as your hands attempt to hold him still. You’d never be able to, but he always attempts to play along for a bit.

"Mmm, a few more minutes?" He doesn’t as long this time, pushing your shoulder back just enough that your face is forced away from him, and he can see your puffy, sleepy face.

"Nah, Hunter’s already yelling at me to get back to the base." That's interesting enough to wake you up a bit, though just as you begin to lean up, his comm starts ringing presumably for the second or third time. Wrecker groans, loud, before scooping his comm link up off the blankets.

“I know I know!” Wrecker instantly starts out with, listening to Hunter on the other side.

“Hurry. We ship out in an hour.”

You watch the way Wrecker’s shoulders drop and he rolls his eyes, having to cover your mouth with a hand to keep from laughing out loud.

“Oh my way, I’ll be there when I’ll there.” Hunter sounds like he’s going to say something again, taking in a breath that’s just barely heard. But...

“Never thought I’d be glad to be off-planet," What is quite distinctly Crosshair’s voice says, picked up from the background.

"If I have to deal with those two necking nonstop any more, I’m going to stick my head out the airlock."

#finishing this fic had me like Frodo at the top of mount Doom #wrecker x reader #Wrecker/Reader #tbb x reader #the bad batch wrecker x reader #the bad batch x reader #mywriting #reader insert #reader

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