The Extremely Bad Batch - part2
warnings: stockholm syndrome, dubcon, emotional manipulation, toxic relationship dynamics, yandere, tbb unhinged
note: this is a whole mess if you don’t read part one, I highly recommend reading that first. Ily thank you for taking the time of day to read my insanity <3
⛓️The Bad Batch as toxic boyfriends⛓️
mini summary: toxicbf!Hunter basically gets off on your fear and is addicted to it, so he often likes to play chasing you in the woods at night
The night’s chase had been rougher than usual.
By the time Hunter finally cornered you in the forest, your lungs were burning so badly you could barely breathe. The second he stepped out from the shadows you broke completely; panicked sobs, shaking hands pushing uselessly against his chest as you tried to get away from him.
“Don’t- don’t touch me-!” You could barely get the words out between breaths. Hunter said nothing at first, he just grabbed you.
Strong arms hauling you against him no matter how much you struggled, your pulse hammering wildly beneath his fingertips as he carried you back through the dark trees. Rain soaked through both of you, branches snapping under his boots while your breathing turned more frantic against his shoulder.
Then finally, a low voice from beneath the visor.
“I’m sorry…. You really don’t deserve this.”
The words should’ve comforted you but instead they only made your chest tighten harder. Deep down, you couldn’t tell if he actually meant them.
Hunter carried you through the front door and straight to the bedroom, lowering you carefully onto the edge of the bed. Your entire body still trembled from the adrenaline crash, vision blurry, hands clenched tightly in your lap as you stared down at the floor. You couldn’t even look at him.
“I shouldn’t have panicked…” you whisper weakly. “It really wasn’t even that bad.”
The word cuts through the room instantly. Hunter steps closer, looming over you now.
“You know I can tell when you lie.”
“I can tell when you’re scared from a mile away.”
His gloved hand comes up slowly, tilting your chin toward him despite your resistance. The black visor stares directly into you, impossibly unreadable.
“I can tell your every breath apart.”
Your throat tightens immediately. A tear slips down your cheek before you can stop it.
Hunter exhales softly at the sight.
“Aww… sweetheart,” he murmurs, thumb brushing beneath your eye. “Don’t cry.”
The gentleness in his voice almost makes it worse. Because there’s guilt there, real guilt, but underneath it, something else too.
His hand slides slowly down your throat, fingers spreading over your pulse while he listens to the frantic rhythm beneath your skin. You feel him pause there for a second too long.
Like he enjoys it. Like he hates that he enjoys it.
Then suddenly, his other hand reaches up to his helmet, pulling it off. And for a second, everything stops.
Tired eyes locked onto yours with an intensity that makes your stomach twist. He seems softer without the helmet, but not enough for you to stop being scared.
Hunter leans down slowly before you can think too hard about it and kisses you. The second his mouth touches yours, your breath catches.
And he notices immediately.
You feel it in the way he exhales against your lips. In the way his grip tightens slightly at your jaw. Like your fear physically affects him.
The kiss deepens, slow and consuming, and every shaky breath you let out only seems to make him lose more control. A low sound rumbles in his chest when you tremble beneath him, his forehead briefly pressing against yours like he’s trying to compose himself.
You barely notice the movement at first, only the quiet metallic sound of a blade being pulled out. Then suddenly, something cool brushes against your neck.
Your entire body tenses instantly and Hunter’s eyes darken at the reaction.
“Easy…” he murmurs against your mouth, though his own breathing has gone heavier now too.
The knife barely grazes your skin as he tilts your head back carefully, just enough to make panic bloom hot beneath your ribs again. Another unsteady breath escapes you, directly against his lips, and Hunter closes his eyes for half a second like it nearly undoes him.
“There it is…” he whispers. “Just how I like it”
The blade drifts slowly beneath your jaw while he kisses you again, deeper this time, swallowing every trembling inhale you give him. His hand remains steady on your throat, thumb feeling your racing pulse the entire time.
That guilty little look still lingers in his eyes every time he pulls back to look at you. Like some part of him truly is sorry.
Just not enough to stop chasing the sound of your panicked breathing against his mouth.
You shove him away the second he lets his guard down.
For the first time all night, Hunter looks genuinely surprised, and you don’t waste the opportunity. You bolt off the bed, through the door, and straight into the darkness.
A slow grin pulls at the corner of his mouth. The thrill of the chase sparks to life instantly in his chest.
“That’s the spirit ,” he mutters under his breath.
He takes off after you, easily tracking every panicked breath and crashing footstep through the dark. He’s already gaining on you when bright headlights suddenly cut through the darkness ahead.
A black van screeches to a stop directly in your path. The side door flies open.
Before either of you can react, two masked Zabraks grab you and drag you inside. Your scream barely has time to leave your throat before the door slams shut again and the van tears down the road.
Hunter stops dead. For a moment he just stares after the disappearing taillights, completely frozen.
Then the rage hits. Hot, immediate, suffocating, followed closely by guilt.
Because you had been running from him, terrified. And while he was busy enjoying the chase, someone else had taken you right in front of him.
His jaw clenches so hard it aches.
The word leaves him in a low growl as he stares at the fresh tire tracks carved into the mud.
The Nightbrothers in that van have no idea what they’ve just done. Because now, Hunters chase is no longer just a hunt, but a reckoning.
mini summary: toxicbf!crosshair who never healed from his trauma, who still works for the empire, and is paranoid and keeps you locked up for your safety
You’ve been crying for days now. He hadn’t come to check on you either, and by this point you basically started believing he really had left you here to die, locked up in this apartment. The fear had gotten the best of you completely.
Curled up in the corner of the room, you silently cry into your arms, trembling, genuinely unable to believe this is happening to you. How could you have been so stupid? His name is literally Crosshair. You’ve watched people get shot right in front of you, and somehow the second he started acting like a good friend, you let your guard down.
It all comes crashing down at once, making you feel like a complete idiot.
The door unlocks. And there he is.
Tall, still in his gear this time, visor hiding his face. No reason to pretend anymore. He steps inside and locks the door behind him with a quiet click, there’s no point keeping up the act now.
Crosshair approaches slowly before crouching down in front of you. Even when you flinch at the movement, he still reaches out, gloved fingers brushing one of your tears away with unsettling gentleness.
“It’s been enough now, don’t you think?”
His voice is firm. Cold, almost. But the fear twisting inside your chest is so overwhelming you can’t even trust your own judgement anymore.
“Please… don’t…” The words barely leave your mouth before his hand settles against your shoulder, squeezing tightly.
“Hey,” he says quietly, leaning closer. “It’s still me, you know.”
You shake your head immediately, trying to pull away, but he only tightens his grip for a second, eyes locked onto yours through the visor. He hates this. Hates seeing you recoil from him like he’s some stranger.
Slowly, he reaches up and removes the helmet but somehow that’s worse.
Because now you can actually see him. See the exhaustion in his face, the irritation, the restraint barely holding together underneath it all. His hand slides from your shoulder up to your jaw, forcing you to look at him properly.
“You’re terrified of me,” he mutters, almost sounding offended by it.
“Aren’t I supposed to be?”
Something dark flickers across his expression at that.
For a long moment neither of you moves. The tension is unbearable, thick enough to choke on. Then suddenly his thumb presses against your cheek and he leans in closer, slow enough to give you time to pull away.
You should you really should. But instead you freeze when his forehead brushes against yours, his voice dropping low.
And before you can even process it, his mouth crashes against yours.
It’s not soft, not cruel either. Just heavy, desperate, almost angry in the way he kisses you, like he’s trying to force something through your panic and make you feel him there. Your hands instinctively shove at his chest, a weak attempt at resistance, but he barely budges.
Then he pulls back just enough for you to breathe, lips still hovering dangerously close to yours.
“See?” he murmurs. “Still me.”
The second he leans in diving into another kiss, the second his attention slips completely onto you, you move. The cuff snaps shut around his wrist with a sharp metallic click.
For a moment neither of you moves. Then his eyes slowly lower to the restraint.
You don’t answer. Mostly because you’re already scrambling backwards across the mattress, clutching the cuff key so tightly your hand hurts. (you snatched the key from him the other day when he uncuffed you before leaving, i genuinely don’t know how, but you did)
Crosshair stares for a moment and then laughs. A short, disbelieving sound.
“You’ve been crying for three days,” he says. “And this is your plan?”
His expression immediately flattens. The humor disappears.
Only then do you realize something important. You managed to cuff him. You did not manage to get the apartment key from him.
And Crosshair notices immediately.
You glare at him. And he just raises an eyebrow.
You definitely do not want to. The realization slowly settles over both of you. Neither of you is going anywhere tonight.
You’re trapped in the apartment. And Crosshair is trapped on the one bed in there. ;D
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