I Have A Request That Has Kept Me Up At Night. But The Whole Batch’s Reaction To Seeing Their S/o Sunbathing

Hunter: Well, how was that??

Crosshair: How was what?

Hunter: I did the eye contact thing so he knew I was listening to him

Tech: Oh, that’s-

Echo: Did you actually hear anything he said?

Hunter: …

Hunter: I did not.

Everyone: …

Hunter: But I now know how uncomfortable his eyes feel on my eyes!

Wrecker: *patting him on the back* Nice job, Sarge!

Echo: No…

Crosshair: No.

Peekaboo!

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Hey I was wondering if you could write a crosshair x reader where they have a lazy morning maybe with batcher too.

Lazy Morning

Summary: You decide to sleep in on your day off. It leads to a very relaxing day with the love of your life.

Pairing: TBB Crosshair x F!Reader

Word Count: 1087

Warnings: None

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni @imabeautifulbutterfly

A/N: I started writing this ages ago and then put it on pause, before continuing it today and I have no idea where I was originally going with the story, so I'm sorry if the vibes changes midstory. The only problem now is that I want to lounge by the pool. Alas, there is no pool.

It’s early, though not so early that the sun isn’t high in the sky, and you groan in annoyance when the bright morning sun hits your face, waking you from your very nice sleep.

Wait.

You’re fairly certain that you shut the curtain before you fell asleep last night.

You crack open a singular eye just as something large and heavy lands on the bed, and then you yelp as the solid mass of muscle flops next to you. “Batcher-?”

The lurca hound releases a happy little noise and buries her head under your pillows and blankets. 

You groan and roll onto your back, flinging your arm over your eyes, “Crosshair? Why is your dog in my bed?”

“I’m fairly certain it’s our bed, angel.” Crosshair replies from somewhere on the other side of the room, near the door. He’s probably the one who opened the curtain too.

“You don’t live here, leech.” You counter without any heat in your voice.

“Rude, and I went through all of the trouble of making caf and breakfast for you. But, since you aren’t interested-”

“I hate you. What did you make?” You ask as you slowly sit up and squint at the man leaning against the door frame, “And how’d you get in anyway?”

“I made a quiche-” You shoot him a look, and he rolls his eyes, “Believe it or not, I am capable of following instructions from a recipe.”

“Yeah, but normally people start with, like, pancakes. They don’t tend to jump to quiches.” You reply as you swing your legs off the bed and stretch your arms over your head, “And you didn’t answer how you got in the house.”

“I picked the lock.”

“Cross!”

“Hey, you don’t want me to pick the lock, then give me a key.”

“Ugh, I haven’t had a copy made yet. I’m working on it.” You pad over to him, yawning widely, and then you thump your head against his chest, “Why’re you and Batcher over here anyway.”

“My brothers are annoying.” Crosshair replies as he sets his hand between your shoulder blades, “I needed some quiet.”

“Mm,” You slide your arms around his waist, “And you decided to make breakfast for me while enjoying the quiet?”

You feel him shrug, “You deserve to be spoiled. Maybe.” He says, his hand sliding up to rest lightly at the back of your neck. 

“Maybe?” You ask with a laugh.

“I do have a reputation, kitten.”

“Yeah, yeah. I remember.” You rub your nose against his chest, allowing the sharp scent of Crosshair to fill your lungs, and then you pull back slightly, “Thank you for making breakfast, I appreciate it.”

“You’re welcome,” He lightly rubs the back of your neck with his thumb, a small, slightly crooked, smile on his lips. “It still needs to cook for a bit, so you have time enough to shower and wake up.”

You hum thoughtfully, “Yeah, I might do that.” You lean in to brush your lips against his jaw, only to giggle as he ducks his head to kiss you properly. You lightly trail your fingers against his jawline, “Good morning, Crosshair.”

“Mm, it is a good morning now,” He murmurs, before he drops one more kiss against your lips, “Go take your shower, I’m going back to the kitchen. Batcher, off!” The dog whines but jumps off your bed, dragging your comforter with her.

You sigh, and Crosshair chuckles, “I’ll handle it, kitten. I’m planning on spending the day lounging by your pool, so maybe grab a swimsuit.”

“You just want to watch me parade around for you in a bikini.”

“Yeah, of course.”

You huff, though there’s no heat, and you lightly kiss him one more time before you meander over to your dresser to dig out your swimsuit, “Why do you want to use the pool when we live on an island?”

“Uh, there are people at the beach, and there aren’t people here. Besides, you’re the one who owns a pool in spite of living on a tropical island.”

You scowl at him as you pull out your bathing suit, “I didn’t build the pool, the house came with it.”

“You still bought it.”

“Inherited it.”

“Same difference.” He walks over to you and tugs your bikini out of your hands, before pulling a different one out of your dresser, “Wear this one.”

“...this is white.”

“I know what I’m about, kitten.”

“You’re such a man sometimes,” You take the bikini though and turn towards the bathroom, “I’ll be down shortly.”

“I’ll be waiting.”

Fifteen minutes later, you step into the kitchen, clad in the white bikini and a sarong hung low around your hips. Crosshair offers you an appreciative whistle, before he tosses a ball out the back door for Batcher to chase.

“Prettier than a sunset,” He praises, a small smirk on his lips.

“Only because I’m wearing this thing,” You counter as you walk over to him and lightly pluck his toothpick out of his mouth.

“You could take it off, I won’t complain.” He drawls with an appreciative drag of his eyes down your body.

You point at him with his toothpick, “Pervert.”

“Guilty as charged.” He pushes your hand away and stands so he’s able to catch your lips in a kiss, “I opened the umbrella and put your breakfast on the table outside already. I also put out towels for us, as well as the sunblock.”

“Well, you have everything in hand, don’t you?”

“All that’s left to finish the perfect morning, is you sprawled out in the sun.” Crosshair replies.

You laugh softly, “Well then, who am I to deny you?” His arms snake around your waist and he tugs at the knot holding the sarong in place.

“You’re not going to need this, kitten. It’ll just get dirty.”

“And I’m sure it has nothing to do with wanting to see my legs.”

“Of course not.”

“Uh-huh.” You slide your hands up his chest and then wrap your arms around his neck, “It’s a good thing that I actually like your attention.”

“Oh, how much do you like my attention?” Crosshair asks as he bumps his forehead against yours.

“Enough that I’m considering inviting you to spend the night.”

He chuckles, “Well then, I’d better behave so you don’t change your mind.”

And you laugh one more time, before you pull him down into a kiss, leaning your weight against him. He’s right about one thing, this is definitely the perfect morning.

Hello! Another HC idea 💡

Would you be able to write about the boys and reader working out? What part of their body do they like to focus on, is there a specific exercise, etc.

I would love to think that Echo focuses on his arm (and torso) ; although that may or may not be all that he has :0 Like we have seen him CLIMBING using his one hand/arm only!!! 😯

If you can, can you make the scenarios “suggestive” 👀 I would be all over Echo if I saw him doing a pull-up with one arm.

Thanks and besitos!

Damn, I hope 18+ Smut is okay too, cause this thought carried me to some places....

The Bad Batch x Fem!Reader – Spicy Workout

SMUT 18+

Suggestive/Nudity/FiV/PiV/Oral recieving/aso.

Hunter

His worktout consists mostly of boxing, running and when it arises obstacle courses or sparring matches.

You've watched him work out and see the muscles tighten under his tanned skin. In his muscle shirt and loose training pants. Such an unfamiliar outfit and such a heating sight.

Your pulse quickens and Hunter lifts his gaze, having just done a few push-ups.

"You okay?"

You blink, caught, has he noticed how you adore him?

"Hmm?"

"Your pulse is a little high if I'm not mistaken."

You shake your head as if you have no idea what he means.

He slowly stands up and on impulse you ask, "Can you show me some stuff?"

"Stuff?"

You nod and stand up, you make a few nervous hand movements and say, "Well, you know a few grips, a few moves to defend myself."

He smiles understandingly.

"Oh I see, yes of course, come here".

Your heart skips a beat, such simple words and a very simple movement, Hunter as he holds out his hand invitingly to you and your senses begin to dance a whole new beat. As his hand closes around yours a shiver runs through you, he usually wears gloves, not today, for the first time his bare fingers touch you and you almost lose yourself in that simple touch.

"What's wrong with you today? You seem… amped up"

"But I'm calm," you say uncertainly.

He shakes his head as he turns your back to him.

"Yes, but only on the outside"

"Maybe I'll find this exciting?"

He laughs softly and says "Don't worry, there's no need to be nervous, I'll be careful, I won't hurt you while sparring"

That was not your concern at all, but as far as you are concerned, he should believe that.

"Okay, I trust you"

"Good"

He reached under your arms from behind and levered them out, slowly, gently, just to get you into the stance you needed to get out of. He was pressed up against you, very close, his body heat and every taut muscle so close that it began to tingle under your skin.

"Now, I'm going to show you how to get out of this hold without getting too-"

"No wait…"

He pauses. Before he can really ask why, he smells the answer. A stuttering breath comes over his lips followed by a low growl.

"You want me to hold you like this?" he asks, his voice suddenly a whole touch deeper and huskier.

"Yes…. please."

He spins you around, you still in his grip, your arms levered out with his muscular arms, his hands on your neck, he presses you against the outer hull of the Marauder.

You clutch your legs to his as he pushes them apart to anchor you and arch your back, pushing your pelvis toward the back so you could feel his hard length against your pubic through his gym shorts and your thin yoga pants.You hang in his strong grip and he starts grinding into you, draging his lenght anlong your cunt and makes you moan.

Close to your ear, he moans: "This is just the workout I need today".

Echo

One-armed push-ups, fascinated you watch Echo as the muscles in his arm tense and stand out clearly. Echo topless is simply irresistible. You swallow and lick your lips.

"Mesh'la," he says a little breathlessly, since he's been working out for a while "How long are you going to keep watching me anyway?"

You jump up from your seat startled, you didn't know he had noticed you.

He knows exactly how much you like watching him, after all it's not the first time.

He gets up, comes over to you and sits down on the bench you were sitting on before.

He looks up at you, his typical bashfulness on his face with a hint of mischievousness.

"Want me to do the special work out with you again?"

You bite your lower lip with relish and nod.

"Then you'll have to take off your panties, Mesh'la," he says so gently that your panties almost slide down on their own.

You comply with his request and kneel over his lap.

"Good girl," he coos.

He smiles and says, "You know the drill, hold on to my shoulders".

You do as you're told and his hand wanders over your thighs under the hem of your skirt, roaming over the already tingling skin. You know what to expect and your arousal is already gathering between your glowing thighs.

His fingers find your moist folds and stroke them gently, teasingly, as he lets out a pleasurable hum as you moan his name softly. One finger finds your wet entrance and slowly advances inside you, then very slowly a second, stretching you gently, deliciously.

"Hmmm, Echo."

His thumb settles on your clit, applying gentle pressure. His arm tenses, muscles hard as stone. You can't help it, one of your hands wandered over the arm, feeling it in fascination. He smiles proudly.

"Now be a good girl and ride my hand".

You feel heat rising in your cheeks and your walls tighten around his fingers, you start bobbing up and down on his hand, fucking yourself on his fingers while your pearl rubs against his thumb.

He looks at you, his eyes glazed and dark with arousal.

"Such a good girl, that's it" he praises you.

Your arousal begins to drip over his fingers and hand as you shamelessly chase your climax on his strong hand. You look down and see his hard length twitching in his workout pants. You think this game is too incredibly hot and yet you can't wait for him to ask you to get under you so he can continue his push-ups.

Wrecker

When Wrecker asked you to help him train, you had no idea how it would end.

Wrecker's workout mainly involved lifting incredible weights, you had no idea how you could help him.

When you asked him what you should do, he asked you to undress.

You raised your eyebrows in amusement, "Oh do you want to work with a distraction challenge today?"

Wrecker laughs suggestively, "Yeah, something like that."

No sooner are you undressed he reaches out and presses you upside down against him, his head between your bare thighs. He falls over your pussy with his lips and tongue. He has a firm grip on you while standing in the middle of the training room.

"OH! Wrecker!

He chuckles at your clit.

He murmurs delving into your wet folds, "Not much of a challenge, but a hot one".

He holds you against his body and you support yourself with your hands against his thighs. He's wild, hungry, lapping at your folds and clit, dipping into your slit again and again.

"Taste so goood," he hums.

It tingles it tickles it feels wonderful. Every one of your nerve endings vibrates. As you see his cock swell in his pants, you pull down his workout pants. As you grip his meaty, big erection with your hand and your lips close around his tip, he moans in surprise into your pussy. You pump his hard length in your hand and suck on his tip. He softly bucks his hips up and his cock into your mouth. His face is completely smeared with your arousal.

"Mmm, mesh'la that's a nice little twist," he hums at your clit.

Tech

Unfortunately, he often neglects his training in favor of other projects that keep him busy, however, he needs to take care of his back because first of all he doesn't pay enough attention to his posture and secondly he basically has problems with his back. He is very tall and slim, he tends to let his shoulders droop and his muscles suffer as well.

"Tech?"

"Yes my dear?"

Your beloved genius is tinkering with a new project, an improved scanner that will help keep better track of Echo's vitals and implants.

"What about your workout, you can't put it off again".

Tech sighs. Part of his workout consists of swimming to strengthen his back muscles, he actually loves that, whenever you are near water he really enjoys doing that workout, but right now you were far from any bodies of water.

You see his unenthusiastic expression and say, "What if I reward you for doing your workout?"

Tech raises his eyebrows questioningly as well as with interest.

"A reward?" he asks, slowly placing the scanner and tools on the table in front of him.

You nod with a smile.

A few minutes later, Tech is sitting on the bench in the training room, you've pulled his pants down a bit and have his hard length in your hands.

Tech sits up straight, he pulls some weights overhead behind his neck and pushes them back up. His thighs tremble slightly as your tongue twitches over his cock.

"Good boy," you coo "Keep going."

"Yes, Cyare" he breathes.

You press your tongue to the underside of his length and close your lips around him, bobbing your head up and down. Tech's breath stutters but he pulls himself together because every time he pauses, you stop too.

"Keep going, be my good boy and I reward you".

Crosshair

His workout consists mainly of running and weapons training. You quickly gave up on participating in this. You just couldn't keep up with his long, fast legs when running, he was incredibly agile and he gave everything so that you couldn't keep up at all just to annoy you.

The same goes for weapons training, of course he's better, he's also better than his brothers and he tends to show off and mock more or less in a fun way.

One day when you give up, sulking and retreat he says behind you, "Oh come on, you didn't expect to keep up with me did you?"

You sigh and don't dignify this question with an answer, you know he's just teasing you again anyway.

When he realizes you're not stopping he says, "Okay wait!"

He can't stand it when your attention is no longer on him, he basks in it and enjoys it, lolling in your attention like a cat.

As you slowly turn to him he says, "Okay, I've been gloating, I'll admit that. How about I show you some Sniper training?"

You cross your arms in front of your chest.

" Not sure about that"

"Why? I'll teach you what you want to know" he says, stepping closer to you.

Of course you comply, you're lying in the grass, you have your hands on the Firepuncher and he's giving you instructions. You do well, both of you are quite pleased.

"Now for more interesting things," he says suddenly, laying over you while you're still lying on your stomach holding the gun. Instantly, heat seeps into the triangle between your thighs and your panties become damp. Crosshair presses up against you, one hand slips under your body into your panties and begins rubbing your clit. A small squeak comes from your lips.

"C-Cross!"

He laughs softly, "Let's see how well you do with distraction?"

Not well at all, you miss every target. Still he praises you, it's a little confusing but you don't care either. The way he touches you, the way he pushes himself against you, is much more important. He pulls your pants down, not all the way, but far enough.

"Let's see how you do with my cock working in your pussy".

Heat rises in your cheeks and you moan unabashedly as he pushes his cock, still lying above you, past your thighs and buns and into your pussy. Close to your ear you hear a groan from his mouth.

"Sweet and wet… now concentrate"

He is slowly pounding into you, moaning while giving you orders.

You're overwhelmed, you're hitting next to nothing, but still he praises you, his mind isn't quite on the job either, but that doesn't matter to you or him at this moment.

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