hi!! if your requests for the nsfw alphabet are still open, can you do B, I, and O for wrench pls? <3
Wrench - NSFW ALPHABET REQUEST (B, I, O):
A/N: [Brushes and wipes any dust or mold off this request.]
Yeah, still good.
Being an adult fucking sucks. This request has been rotting away in my inbox for two years. I'm over school and in search of work, so while passing the time, I'm finally coming back and paying my request depths.
[Hitting brain as if it's a crash computer box.]
WARNINGS: It's Wrench. The man is a billboard sign of warnings. Brief mention of female and male genitals. Sincerely, this NSFW request is a lil' tame...I think. Usual implication of the word that rhymes with Rex. I did not professionally proof read my fluency and clarity, soooo do what you will. At this point, this post is just me yapping about Wrench through long paragraphs and his character because it's Wrench! I love the man! Gives goblin/gremlin energy!
Anyhoo, I hope you enjoy!
B: Body part (Their favorite body part from them and also their partner’s.)
Wrench favors his hands. Don't get me wrong, there are other parts excluding his face he is fond of but he will literally bust his own kneecaps using Lady Smash if it means not losing Lefty the Unlawful and Righty the Righteous. These are his tools of destruction, resurrection of anarchic machinery, and the artistic craft of dexterous meat puppet shows.
These hands have experienced tremendous triumphs from many lovers he encountered in his life trek. Knowing ancient techniques of handy-dandy pivots and deep-diving flexibility that leave his partners twisting and turning with gratifying sensation.
That and his D!^# is another body part he favors in second due to a COUGHS COUGHS certain reverse prince albert between his legs. No, Sitara it's not for weird purposes. Maybe a lil something weird. (# (. (. #)
One thing is for certain, Wrench's favorite body part is your chest. As in he loves to lay himself on top of you and be a weighted blanket combine with an iron maiden. No matter where you are – on the couch, on the bed, in a car, on his workbench COUGH COUGH (I'm coming down with something) – he will find you and commit a MEGA KNIIIGHHT!
So don't try to hide from his thorny ass, cause he has the determination of a terminator.
Other than being an annoying hedgehog worming his way into your DMs, he sometimes does it for comfort. He may be stubborn to admit it, but Wrench often suffers from shitty migraines. His limitless drive of GSD is both a blessing and a curse. There are times he suffers from insomnia due to stressfully pushing himself to a limit that is extremely unhealthy for an average human being. Usually he would numb his migraines with caffeine or "borrowing" Josh's meds, but it doesn't stop his vision from swaying and being in a pissy mood nobody bears to be around.
Most of the time he's just touch starve and would find excuses to be close to you. You're one of the few individuals who makes his body relax to the slightest finger graze and grounds him when you tightly wrap your arms around him.
As time goes on, anytime Wrench wants to rest on top of you, he removes any spikey resemblance to his alter ego, including his mask, and just becomes....Reggie. He grows to love the routine of liquifying in your arms as he listens to you breathe, groaning each time you rake your fingers in his moppy hair or find the right spot on his shoulder that untangles a knot.
He lives for that shit and it could almost make a grown man cry.
Prepare for obnoxious snoring though!
I: Intimacy (Like Wrench, I have no idea what I'm doing. Please excuse me as I try to understand this tag further, I am the stupids.)
To put it this way, Wrench is bad at intimacy to an extent. He switches from either being a chaotic mess, to a nervous puppy, or a perfectionist all rolled up into one. It all depends on certain circumstances that trigger these complexes, impacting his approach to being more vulnerable with his partners.
He isn't the type you see in cliche rom-coms: fancy gifts, couples retreats, charming you with the most cringiest lines, and setting up a candlelit dinner with rose petals spread all over a picnic quilt next to a perfect view of the city. You know what, I take that back. Wrench definitely quotes lines to you from his favorite movies just for the fun of it – and while folding you like origami.
Although he struggles at times, he has a loud spirit!
One that causes a night of tremendous fireworks illustrating his fiery passion for you...only to get into a half-drunk fight with a bush fire, while wielding two empty beer bottles. Wherever you go, he'll hack a digital billboard to show off funny memes he's created to make your day – which totally isn't stalker vibes and didn't lead to a six hour black out on one occasion. That, or he'll probably force you to watch all the horror/action/thriller classics and go on a non-stop rant about the behind the scenes, the effects, THE LORE, and act out every single scene bit by bit.
(A/N: Honestly, who doesn't want to see Wrench have at it like the figurative boombox he is? Sure, it may seem annoying and he may stutter sometimes, but let the man's inner-child seize his moment!)
During intercourse, he is a mixture of clumsy and disorderly. He focuses more on his performance to satisfy you, rather than himself — offering a menu to a pleasurable buffet. He'll spew praises in-between his swearing and crude moans as he ruts inside you nonstop, bodies convulsing into electric ecstasy. The man heavily relies on physical touch to show affection, so his hands will be all over your flushed body. One holding onto your sides like a tight vise, while the other is entangled into your hand to keep you in place. It's all pleasant and blissful...til a certain mask gets in the way (X X).
In a previous request, I mentioned Wrench being goofy but serious during intercourse. When he left you that night after your hazy error, it took some time for things to go back to normal. Eventually, he did speak out about his issues and why he deeply values the mask. This act of vulnerability allowed a part of his indestructible firewall to crack — and over time, completely collapse.
It'll start off small and painstakingly slow, so you'll have to adopt some great composure. You're the one to initiate contact first and have to constantly reassure Wrench every time he hesitantly chickens out. You coax him into taking his time during sex, allowing him to feel the connection between the both of you without his impulse kicking in. Soon his loud grunts gradually turn into hush moans. Hands that used to clench the headboard or mark your flesh switch to clasping your body closer as he leisurely rolls his hips into you, focusing more on your walls clenching around his cock.
Of course, the room will still be pitch black. It's a compromise Wrench refuses to give up when the two of you desire intimacy. You grew accustomed to the routine over the years of being together — even when he already revealed his face on your anniversary. But on some occasions, when light tends to seep through the curtains — and if you're able to focus from your blurry haze through the dark room — you'll be able to make out the contours of an agape mouth synchronizing with hitched breaths, his scrunched nose tangled in a knit brow as he presses his forehead against yours, and a pair of blue eyes having his full attention on you.
O: Oral (OPEN THE FLOOD GATES OF HEEEAVAAAN! LET IT RAAAAIINN-!)
There is literally nothing to say about this one because Wrench is ready to go down town anyhow. When he gives, this man GIVES. Again, he knows techniques to make you break within seconds and doesn't hesitate to put them into good use. Whether it's to thumb wrestle your clit or commit what he calls a Sloppy Joe Slob — Wrench is ready to swings both ways. And he may actually have a sex swing in his closet to use for the moment.
It does get a bit different once the roles are reversed. Wrench becomes slightly flushed and nervous when you seek revenge on his member — his chest begins to heave, mask briefly goes blank, and body tenses at the slight movement of your hands resting on his thighs. At first he expects the usual hand jobs, I blame Zane but as soon as he watches you take half of his cock in your mouth, it's game over for him. He's boisterously hollering your name every time a sensuous spark hits him from the way your tongue swirls around his head. Swearing at your hot breath exploring deeper down his shaft. It isn't until you take him whole that makes him arch his back and become a blubbering mess within seconds.
This is all I can think of when Y/N is sucking the life out of Wrench.
Congrats traveler! You made it to the end!
I hope you enjoyed this Wrench request! Again, I'm so so sorry for the long two-year wait. I can't promise I'm back to my regular scheduled program cause life's a bitch, but I must keep living! Request will remain open, so penny for anyone's thoughts! Let me know what ya think, I wasn't sure if I was writing Wrench ooc.
Ya'll stay safe out there!
