In More Ways Than One, Part 5.5 - Bad Batch x F!Reader - Bait
Summary: Wrecker isn’t known as the smart one. But he sure knows how to drop some wisdom.
Warnings: Aren’t really any, this is a very tame chapter. I’ll rate it T for teen.
Notes: Here’s a snack to hold y'all over, full of show quotes. I’m really letting this next one simmer, and I think I found something I’m really excited to write. Thanks again to everyone joining in, liking and reblogging. It always puts a smile on my face.
Hunter, Tech and Wrecker snuck down the rest of the hill by the Separatist base, using the trees and plant life as coverage before landing behind a (conveniently placed) low rock outcropping. From the vantage point, they could see the squad of droids guarding the entrance to their loading dock. Well, until they all started moving inside double time and closing the massive doors behind them.
Looks like your little diversion was working.
Hunter motioned to Tech, who nodded and snuck the 20 yards to the small entry next to the bay doors. Hunter looked toward the front of the base, waiting for your signal.
Wrecker pounded the rock in frustration. “OOOoooOOOh. Where is she?”
Hunter kept looking through his scopes. “Relax, Wrecker. She’s done things like this before.”
Wrecker slumped down onto the rock, resting his helmet in one hand while tapping his foot. “I know, I’m just… more worried now that, you know, we’ve all been with her. Well, uh, most of us.”
Wrecker looked over at Hunter, seeming for all the world to forget about where they were. “Hey sarge, you knew about this ‘arrangement’ the whole time, right? So why haven’t you two kriffed yet?”
Hunter smirked under his helmet. Wrecker, true to form. “You want to talk about this now?”
“Yeah, why not?”
Couldn’t argue with that. “Wanted her to get to all of you first. Besides, I think she’s enjoying baiting me.” Speaking of bait… where were you?
“She hasn’t made a move on you?”
“I told her I’d come to her when I wanted to.” Well, not exactly, but the indication was there. And you were definitely advertising your desire, just not seeking it. You understood.
“You haven’t wanted to?! Sarge, are you nuts?”
Hunter shook his head, pulling back from his scopes but still looking in the direction of the front of the base . “I’m waiting for the right moment.” When he could hear nothing but you, smell, feel, taste nothing but you.
"When’s that gonna be?”
“I don’t know.”
“Huh, I think I get that.” Wrecker leaned his elbows on the rock outcropping. “I wanted to take her out for a picnic or something nice, but it’s not like we get many chances, you know? And I would never have thought that Crosshair being around would come in handy. Who’da thought of THAT?”
Hunter looked over at his brother.
“So I’m glad she didn’t let me wait, I don’t think it would have been as good if I planned it. And she seemed to like when there were two of us, one watchin’ and one workin’.”
“Did she now?” Hunter’s eyebrows rose, a smolder rising in his belly at the revelation.
“Heheh, YEAH. At least, that’s what crosshair said. She got real sensitive and squirmy. It was HOT.”
“Hmm.” Maybe he was trying to control it too much, trying to make it perfect. Why waste all of that energy on things he couldn’t control? What could he control?
You.
Hmph. Interesting idea.
“Thanks Wrecker,” Hunter smirked.
“For what?”
Hunter’s comm sounded- it was Crosshair.
“She’s headed back. Your move.”
Hunter looked through his scopes – there you were, running from cover to cover, a mass of clankers following you. Good to be bait when you’re not a clone- keeps their guard down.
Hunter stood straight, pocketing his scopes. Back to business. “Wrecker, that’s us.“ The big man jumped into action as Hunter pressed his comm link. "Tech, are you ready over there?”
Tech’s irritated tone came in loud and clear. “I assume that’s a rhetorical question.”
Hunter ignored him. "Alright boys, let’s get to work. Can’t let the medic do everything around here.”
Wrecker pumped his fist in the air as he followed Hunter towards the base. “Lets blow something up! YEAH!”
Summary: It’s a calm weekend night in which Crosshair decides to get naughty with you in your kitchen.
Tags: SMUT. Needy reader, cocky/smug Crosshair. Slight dom vibes. Sex bent over a kitchen counter cuz i’m a wee bit too horny. Clit stimulation, vaginal fingering, female oral receiving, multiple orgasms, vaginal unprotected sex (please wear protection irl), creampie, rough-ish sex, teasing, hints of an exhibition kink, hints of soft Crosshair, aftercare.
Notes: I had this idea last night so I’m quickly going to drop this here before getting back to working on all my WIPs. I hope to get as much progress in them done before university becomes a pain again.
Also, I’m not entirely confident in this one since it was more self-indulgent than anything, so please let me know if you like it :’
*is also needy af*can i like this more than once?!
FROM RAUNCHY TO SWEET SO FAST LIKE OMG MY HEART AND MY OVARIES
Catch me straight melting into a puddle because he thinks he is crazy if he is getting my bashful ass to look him in the eyes while he be doing what he wants to me
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YES PLS TEAS ME TO DEATH SIR I AM AT YOUR MERCY
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The care tho?!? I am a how for gentle reassurance and patience like FUCK
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UHHHHHHH YOU SURE EVERYONE ELSE DOES TOO?! A SCREAM CARRIES A LONG DISTANCE, SIR!!
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What did I just get done saying about the CARE?!?! The COMPASSION?! The KINDNESS?!??? Crosshair a grumpy grump but he is such a softy deep down. I stan.
