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The Bad Batch and Giving You Head

WARNING: NSFW | 18+ | so minors DNI!

Includes: male!reader, established relationship, lots of blowing, fingering, edging, and a bit of unsafe shoulder rides.

Everything is under the cut, I hope you enjoy this filth ;))

Hunter 

Hunter always enjoyed giving you head before he fucks you. You would be laying on the hard mattress of the Marauder’s bunk, your hips tilted up by Hunter’s arm as he takes your cock down his throat, moaning ever so softly to let the vibrations tease you further. All the while his calloused fingers were at work pumping and stretching you out, the dribbling mixture of his saliva and your pre-cum providing ample lube for his fingers to work in and out of you, prepping you for his cock. With his enhanced senses he'd pick up the fluttering beats of your heart, racing each time he’d change the pace of his bobbing; a symphony to his ears. Breathing in the sweet yet musky fragrance of your sweat and cum as you completely fall apart under him. His hair usually kept up with his bandana would be a mess, strands fallen down and in front of his face from your hands holding onto him for dear life. The stray strands would tickle your navel every time he’d take your cock completely down his throat. Coming close to your climax he’d hum softly before releasing your cock from his mouth with a wet pop. Quickly closing the gap between the two of you while rubbing his torso against yours, he’d let out a low growl and grind his girth into yours. 

“Not so fast, we finally have the night for ourselves. I don’t want you getting tired out just yet.” 

And for the rest of the night he’d pound his hips into you, listening to your gorgeous screams of pleasure. Tears prickling your eyes as you beg for him to go harder or faster, and like a good soldier he is, he follows orders.

Tech

After a quiet afternoon of maintenance on the Marauder you couldn’t help but disturb the Batch member under the guise of wanting to help fix the controls. Seeing how hyper-focussed he was to getting back to work, he knew a solution to quickly satiate you and return to fixing his beloved ship. Tech would have you seated in the pilot’s chair, his head steadily bobbing in your lap as he takes you again and again as his dominant hand went to work on your shaft and the other holding your thigh for support. Stopping every so often to tease his tongue on your balls to further extract your moans and his name shakily escaping your throat. With all his research into pleasuring you he’d also know how to completely control his gag reflex. Meaning there would be no worry in him taking you all the way hitting the back of his throat. He’d even tap your leg to encourage you to roll your hips, letting you fuck that soft mouth of his in rhythm with his sucking. As you come close you let Tech know in soft gasps and as you’re about to cum, he releases you from his mouth and jerks your cock to milk you through your climax. Gripping the handles you let out a high pitched whine as you cum into the palm of Tech’s gloved hand, trying to catch every last drop that comes out of you. 

“I hope that was satisfying for you. Excuse me, I need to go wash this glove now.”

He follows through with that and leaves you, drenched in your sweat and tuckered out in the chair. For a moment you thought he had just gone back to work while leaving you in such a state, but he’d return with a wet cloth and no gloved to help you clean up. That Tech, you gotta love him.

Wrecker

After a long mission you’d be casually undressing, removing all your armour and stripping down to your underwear when you’re suddenly thrown up into the air you feet no longer having any ground to touch. Disoriented and your head almost hitting the roof, you recognise the sound of your assailant’s boisterous giggles, turning your head to see Wrecker holding your legs close to his chest. 

“You sure saved me out there today! Thought I’d come and return the favour~” 

Wrecker quickly turns you like nothing to hook your legs over his hulking shoulders. Laughing nervously as you hadn’t even given any time to fully process what was going, but quickly he starts kissing down your stomach sending shivers up your spine. Nuzzle the outline of your cock still confined in your underwear. Then using his teeth he’d your underwear down to reveal your flaccid cock, smiling and giving it a few soft kisses to hopefully wake it up. Considering how much this man loves to eat, he’d have no qualms in taking you in his mouth and sucking you until you had nothing else to give. Giving it a few soft licks with the tip of his tongue, he’d take the head into his mouth and with a long breath, start sucking it in short bobs. You’d of course first marvel at the fact he can even carry you and suck your cock at the same time like nothing, then quickly feeling the heat of arousal build in your belly as he continued. Not even having the stability of a wall against your back, you fear you could fall but Wrecker wouldn’t let that happen. Those big, strong hands of his would keep you in place, running up the small of your back as his nose hits your pubic bone, letting out a loud groan as he hear you shakily gasp out his name. It doesn’t take very long until you’re rendered to putty in his hands, holding onto the back his head as you cum in his mouth with a howl. Making eye contact with him you see him swallow it all, wagging his eyebrows in triumph. It was enough to make you want to come again.

Echo

Before the Citadel, Echo would be so flustered at the thought of sucking anyone off or even receiving head himself. Even more so now after what happened on Skako Minor, but that was until he met you. Over time he appreciated how patient and loving you were to him, it wasn’t long before he couldn’t help but fall head over heels for you. He would be watching you take his cock like nothing, how you’d hum and moan while taking his dick in your mouth drove him crazy. With that same love for you he finally musters the courage to want to ask if he could give the same treatment back to you. You sat at on the edge of his bunk, your legs spread out wide to provide enough space for him to kneel as he stared at your cock at full mast and ready for him. Swallowing his spit at the sight, Echo would be so delicate but not be able to take you all the way, just enough for him to earn some whines and pleasured groans out of you, it gives him a much needed confidence boost as he goes faster sucking your tip while his one hand went to work stroking the rest of your shaft. As he sucked on your tip you’d give him soft appraisals, telling how well he was doing regardless whether he could take you whole or not. ‘Echo your mouth is so warm. Your tongue feels so good.’ He’d moan so loud, the soft shockwaves providing much needed vibrations. 

“Please keep going. Tell me how good I am.”

You both could spend the rest of the night like this, with Echo worshipping your cock and maybe drop down further and further until he could take you all. 

At least his knees would never get tired haha sorry that was mean. 

Crosshair

You expect this guy to give you head? The only way he’d ever consider it is if you gave him full control about it. At his pace and on his terms. And boy would he make use of that. Crosshair gave you his terms, you were to not touch a single hair on his head or give so much of a thrust, otherwise he’d leave you high and dry and sorely unsatisfied. You’d be lying on his bunk, his thin hands pinning your legs down as he messily sucked on your cock. Crosshair may be harsh but he wouldn’t allow himself giving a bad performance. Bringing one of your legs hooked over his shoulder with the other pinning your other leg down. Swirling his tongue on your tip his fingers would dig painfully into your thighs as he bobbed his head, but only going as far as halfway down your shaft lest he choke on you. He couldn’t care less how much you whined for him to go faster or touch anywhere else, he’d ignore you completely and continue to devour your cock. Your knuckles would be gripping the sheets of his bed so hard to force yourself to not even rock your hips or cradle his head. It was worse than disarming a landmine. He would pick up the pace only slightly, giving you the much needed relief and you would even thank him for it as the coil in your belly finally lit up, a climax creeping up your groin before you felt the warmth around your cock stop completely. Crosshair only giving you a dirty look dripping with spite.

“Hey don’t start that. I never said you could come now did I?”

Watching you squirm and beg under him was far better than doing it with his cock, and he wouldn’t stop until he’s edged you so bad your balls would be blue and the pillow under your head soaked in your desperate tears.

Thank you for reading!! I really hope you all enjoyed this 🫣

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Just a question but would any of you guys like to read headcanons both ns//fw or sfw with The Bad Batch but with a sorely male reader? 👀