#hunter tbb

I won’t explain anything

Hunter:

Wrecker:

awww thank u 🫶!!! here's a small (and I hope kawaii!) Hunter for you :)

The Extremely Bad Batch - chapter 4

warnings: nsfw 18+ rough handling, dubcon, impact play, punishment, detainment, surveillance, tbb being toxic and messy

note: i highly recommend reading the previous 3 chapters, its fun I promise <3

Chapter 1 - (nasty introduction) Chapter 2 - (the chase gone wrong) Chapter 3 - (threesome with Hunter and Maul)

Hunter

He desn’t say a word the entire way home.

The moment you step inside, he slams the heavy door behind him hard enough to rattle the walls. He takes off his visor, avoiding your gaze completely, kicking off his boots with more force than necessary before shrugging out of his jacket and tossing it aside. Without another word, he disappears into the bathroom.

A moment later, the faucet comes on.

The rush of water muffling the sound of his breathing as both hands brace against the edge of the sink. His head hangs low, shoulders trembling, brows drawn tight. The scene keeps replaying in his mind as though it’s still happening, refusing to let him escape it. A tear gathers at the corner of his eye, but before it can fall, he wipes it away roughly with the back of his hand. He can’t even bring himself to meet his own eyes in the mirror.

After a long, exhausted sigh, he splashes cold water over his face before opening the cabinet and taking out the medkit.

You don’t know what to say. You’re still in shock. And underneath it all sits another feeling, guilt. Guilt for how much you’d enjoyed everything that had happened.

Now he’s kneeling in front of you, tending to the split skin on your knee. His touch over the wound is careful, gentle, but the hand holding your thigh steady tells a different story. His fingers dig into your flesh far too hard, making you flinch instinctively. You don’t dare complain. You simply sit still and let him.

You figure you deserve it.

Once he’s finished wrapping your knee, he doesn’t move.

He stays there between your thighs, staring silently at the floor, his grip on your leg never loosening. His hand clenches against your flesh as his thoughts drift somewhere far away again.

“Hunter… you’re hurting me,” you admit quietly, though you make no attempt to pull away.

“Hurting you, huh?” he mutters with a bitter edge. “But don’t you love that?”

“I… do. But… I don’t want it to be because you’re angry with me.”

“What difference does it make to you?” he snaps, frustration weighing down every word.

For the first time since coming home, he finally looks at you. His eyes are almost unrecognizable.

“Didn’t seem like you noticed much of a difference earlier.”

His hand comes up, fingers locking firmly around your jaw as he climbs over you, forcing you back into the mattress.

“Tell me…” His voice is low and rough. “Did you even know who it was between me and him?”

“Hunter.. stop.”

Your plea barely leaves your lips before he turns your face sharply to the side, his grip tightening as he leans close enough for his breath to brush your ear.

“Now you want me to stop?” he hisses. “Now?”

The anger that’s been simmering inside him finally boils over.

He sits back up to grab you, then, with one sharp movement, flips you onto your stomach. His hands slide beneath your hips, pulling you firmly back until your ass presses against his crotch. He yanks your pants down before bringing his hand down in a heavy strike across your soft flesh.

His palm immediately rubs over the burning spot afterward.

You reach back instinctively, your hand finding his as it parts one of your asscheeks, forcing you open. He lets you hold onto him there while his other hand comes down with another sharp smack.

Your cry dissolves into a helpless moan as he rubs over the sting again, the heat of his palm only making it burn more, and somehow making it feel even better. Without thinking, you push back against him, feeling his cock straining hard beneath his pants.

His hand immediately forces your hips back into place.

“That won’t help you this time.”

Another hard strike lands before he’s even finished speaking. His hand rubs roughly over the reddened skin before sliding lower, dragging across your hole. He spits into his palm, rubbing it over you before pushing inside with his thumb.

Another drawn-out moan escapes you. You bite down on the sheet beneath you, your fingers tightening around his hand.

For a long moment, he simply looks down at you. His thumb buried inside you. Your ass marked from his hand. Your face flushed, breathless, wanting more.

Then, without warning, he shoves you forward, sending you down into the mattress.

Ignoring your small whine of disappointment, he stands, adjusting himself inside his pants and collecting his gear before putting his jacket and visor back on.

“Gotta go,” he says flatly. “Need to check something.”

At the door, he pauses. Without looking back, he adds,

“Don’t even think about going anywhere until I’m back.”

Crosshair

“Why do you have to make things so difficult?” He mutters.

“Because I can’t live like this anymore.”

Your answer doesn’t come out angry or frustrated. It breaks from you as a genuine cry, a plea for help. The words catch in your throat, choking on themselves as tears spill uncontrollably down your face.

“Hey… hey… easy now.”

Crosshair’s voice softens as he hushes you through your sobs. You’re crying so hard you can barely breathe beneath the heavy pressure pinning you against the mattress.

“I can’t… I ca- n’t..”

The words dissolve into another choke.

Without hesitation, he eases you upright, one firm hand gripping your shoulder.

“Look at me.” His fingers brush along the side of your face.

“Breathe with me.”

You try to match his slow breaths, your own coming in shaky gasps until, little by little, they begin to steady. He gently smooths your hair back from your face, wiping away your tears as he simply holds you.

As everything finally catches up with you, you melt against him, instinctively seeking comfort. His fingers find your jaw, stroking it slowly as he tips your face toward his. His lips hover just in front of yours, close enough that you can feel the warmth of his breath against your skin.

“I can’t handle this,” you whisper through quiet sobs.

“Yes, you can,” he murmurs, his lips barely grazing yours.

“No…” you protest weakly.

“Yes.” His thumb slowly traces across your lower lip. “You’re so brave for me.”

He speaks the next words into the small space between your mouths, closing the distance until only a breath separates you.

“I just need a little more time.”

“Time for what?” you ask through a sniffle, confusion momentarily overtaking your panic.

“I can’t defy the Empire… not before we find- ”

A loud bang rattles the door.

“Crosshair! You in there?” Hunter’s voice echoes through the hallway.

“Open up.”

“Help!” you immediately scream and Crosshairs arm locks around your throat again holding you in place as you jerk your body from the matress. “I’m in here! Help me!”

The door bursts open. The moment Hunter steps inside, he pauses.

His eyes flick from you… to Crosshair, who sits handcuffed to the bed by one wrist while his free arm remains locked tightly around you.

“…Do I even want to know?” he sighs.

Crosshair eye-rolls “Just get the keys. Behind you. On the floor.”

Your eyes widen. You stare in complete disbelief as Hunter calmly bends down to retrieve them.

He’s… unfazed.

Even worse… He’s actually freeing Crosshair.

“Stop! Don’t do that! He… he’s insane!”

You try desperately to reason with Hunter, but he doesn’t so much as acknowledge you.

The cuff clicks open.

Before you can react, Hunter grabs both of your wrists, forcing them above your head and pinning them firmly against the headboard, holding you still while Crosshair cuffs them into place.

“Any news on Wrecker?”

“No.” Crosshair lets out a quiet hiss. “As you can see… I’ve been… occupied.”

Hunter gives him a flat look.

“Can’t even take care of your own mess.”

“Oh, yeah?” Crosshair shoots back. “And where have you been?”

Hunter’s expression darkens. For just a moment, his eyes drift somewhere toward the floor before he looks away.

“Doesn’t matter.”

He reaches forward, tightening the cloth over your mouth far more than necessary, frustration bleeding into the rough movement.

“Clean up your mess.”

He turns toward the door, pausing only long enough to add,

“And get your fucking comlink working. Tech’s been worried.”

The door slams shut behind him as he leaves.

Tech

“Somehow, the things you read affect your body in real life… fascinating,” Tech mutters quietly, turning your phone over in his hands. He studies its weight for a moment before unlocking it and scrolling through your search history.

“I cannot seem to find anything physically wrong with it. It appears perfectly ordinary… and intact.”

He glances up at you over the top of the screen.

“Your search history, on the other hand…” His lips twitch ever so slightly. “I believe we should discuss that at some point too, love.”

You refuse to answer. Still curled into the far corner of the bed, you glare at him in silence. You’re angry that he has your phone. Angry that you have no privacy.

Angry that he’s treating you like some kind of experiment too now. Things couldn’t get worse!

“I think it’s best that your phone stays with me for now,” he says matter-of-factly.

“What?” You sit upright immediately. “No! That’s not happening.”

“You cannot continue reading those stories until we determine exactly what they’re doing to you.”

“Fine!” you snap. “Then get out of my room!”

“Oh, honey…” Tech replies with complete sincerity. “I’m not the one who’s leaving. You are.”

He gestures toward your computer setup.

“Since I cannot exactly relocate your entire workstation, and you’ve made it clear you do not wish to be recorded, it’s considerably simpler if you stay in my room instead, where I can keep an eye on you.”

“Oh, isn’t that convenient.” You fold your arms tightly across your chest, glaring at him.

Tech simply blinks back, completely unfazed.

For a long moment, he only studies your expression, as though genuinely unable to understand why you wouldn’t consider this the most logical solution.

Then his eyes suddenly widen.

“Your computer…” he says slowly. “You use that for reading as well, don’t you?”

You hesitate before giving a reluctant nod.

Without another word, he crouches beside the tower, removing the side panel with practiced precision.

“This is… unbelievable.”

A crimson glow spills into the room. A low mechanical hum follows as thin wisps of mist drift from inside the case.

“How could you possibly have acquired something like this?”

He cautiously reaches toward the source of the light. The glowing red prism instantly discharges a sharp burst of electricity into his fingertip.

He jerks his hand back with a quiet hiss.

“…Fascinating.”

“I- ..I had to hide it there,” you blurt out, panic creeping into your voice. “I didn’t know where else to put it. It can never be found… it’s the most dangerous thing a Sith can have.”

“A Sith holocron.” Tech leans in again, his curiosity completely overriding the brief shock. Tilting his head, he carefully follows the wiring leading into the object, studying the impossible way it has fused itself into the computer.

“Somehow it has integrated itself into this system,” he murmurs. “It may very well be the reason the boundary between reality and fiction has become… distorted.”

He slowly closes the computer and looks back at you, excitement beginning to replace his usual calm composure.

“Darling, I don’t think you understand how significant this is.”

His voice grows quicker.

“We could use this to find Wrecker.”

He immediately drags a chair over to the desk and sits down before gently pulling you by the hips onto one of his thighs.

“Show me, love.”

He gestures toward the keyboard. “Search for Wrecker fanfiction.”

As you begin typing, countless results appear almost instantly.

Wrecker fanfic.

Wrecker TBB.

Wrecker free use kink.

Wrecker nsfw headcanons.

Wrecker tbb smut

The Extremely Bad Wrecker x Jedi Reader

“Stop. That one.”

Tech leans closer to the screen, one hand absentmindedly settling against the small of your back, softly rubbing circles there as he studies the page.

“I believe he might be in that one.”

“Soo…” You glance at him with an awkward smile. “Should we read it?”

“We?” A small, amused smile tugs at the corner of Tech’s mouth.

“I don’t think so, love.”

He slips a hand behind your head, gently but firmly turning your face into the crook of his neck before you can look back at the monitor.

“I have no intention of allowing you to accidentally transport yourself into another reality again.”

His fingers rest lightly against the side of your head, keeping you from looking at the screen, as he begins reading.

The Extremely Bad Wrecker x jedi reader

Wrecker ran the moment his inhibitor chip activated. A part of him was devastated, shattered by the thought of hurting his brothers who disobeyed orders, but unable to resist the overwhelming compulsion, he had no choice but to remove himself from their proximity.

Before it happened, he had been in love with you, a Jedi.

Now, with the chip fully controlling him, he’s relentlessly hunting you.

Every other Jedi, every other target marked for elimination, has become secondary. He tears through anything standing in his way, leveling buildings and leaving explosions behind without a second thought, focused only on finding you.

If word reaches him that you’ve been seen at a bar, the place is reduced to rubble soon after.

He’s relentless in his pursuit.

You’ve become paranoid. You barely leave the house anymore, but every time another explosion happens closer to your location, the panic grows stronger.

And so does the guilt. You know fewer people would suffer if you simply surrendered yourself to him.

So one day, you finally do.

It doesn’t take long to find him. He’s the love of your life, after all, you know all of his favorite spots better than his own squad. The places he’d drag you to just to blow something up for fun, the quiet hideaways where the two of you would disappear for hours.

Before you know it, you’re standing in the middle of his dark room.

The place is an absolute disaster.

Empty cans and beer bottles litter every surface. Dirty clothes piled across the bed, socks scattered carelessly across the floor. It’s as though the room has fallen apart alongside him.

He’s a total fucking wreck, you think to yourself, a quiet chuckle slipping free.

The sudden yank of the front door tears you from your thoughts. Wrecker’s massive frame fills the doorway, his broad shoulders swallowing the entrance as he steps inside.

“Well, would ya look at that!” The grin on his face is almost familiar.

Before you can say anything, before you can even instinctively step back, he crosses the room in a few long steps, grabbing the front of your shirt and hauling you effortlessly up to his height.

“Missed ya, babe.”

He pulls you into a deep kiss, his tongue immediately claiming your mouth as though he’s trying to make up for months apart in a single breath.

You give into it, but your hand quietly slips to your side, fingers wrapping around the hilt of your lightsaber.

“That’s not how this works,” he growls.

In one swift motion, he rips the saber from your grasp and slams it down to the floor.

A second later, he’s let go of you, his heavy boots come crashing down on the saber instead. Over and over again.

He stomps on it with enough force to make the casing crack before driving one final blow through the center, snapping it in half.

You remain pressed against the wall, unable to tear your eyes away in shock and horror at the sight.

“Can’t be a Jedi without a saber,” he chuckles. “Figured I’d try that.”

Before you can react, he’s on you again.

His hands clamp around your shoulders as he slams you against the wall hard enough to knock the breath from your lungs. Your head strikes the wall behind you, leaving your vision swimming for a brief moment.

Then he kisses you again.

His every movement is rough, frantic, driven by frustration and rage. He keeps you pinned against the wall, his grip never loosening.

His chip won’t let him handle you gently anymore.

The order to eliminate you is constantly at war with the part of him that still loves you, leaving him trapped between two instincts he can no longer separate.

In this state, he can no longer see you as anything more than a fucktoy to satisfy the conflict raging inside him.

“C’mere,” he growls, dragging you beneath him onto the bed. Tearing your clothes off.

He forces your knees against your chest under the full weight of his body, holding you there as the tip of his cock lingers at your entrance, stretching you just enough to make you ache for more. He stares down at you, pure rage burning behind his eyes. For a long moment, you can’t tell whether he’s about to give in to his desire… or finally carry out the order and execute you.

But you don’t really even care anymore. You’ve missed him far too much. All you can think about is having him again.

You instinctively roll your hips toward him, silently asking for more, but he only bears down harder, pinning you completely beneath him, refusing to let you move. In one unforgiving motion, he buries himself all the way inside you, swallowing your cry with his rough hand as it covers half your face, leaving you barely enough room to breathe.

He drives into you relentlessly, over and over again, his expression utterly unrecognizable, until he finally reaches his release and fills you up.

The moment he does, he pulls away without a word and rises to his feet, leaving you behind, still aching, still wanting more.

He couldn’t care less about your needs right now.

All of his energy is spent fighting the overwhelming urge to kill you.

With a frustrated roar, he grabs the nearest chair and hurls it across the room.

It smashes against the wall, splintering into pieces.

“Ugh… my head!” he snarls, clutching it. “Fuckin’ hurts!”

“Wrecker…” you begin carefully.

His eyes snap to yours.

“Quiet!”

“But I …” You take a cautious step toward him anyway.

The instant you do, he grabs you, clamping a hand over your mouth before shoving you against the wall, keeping both of you hidden from view.

Footsteps.

“Wrecker? Are you there?”

Tech’s voice instantly sends panic through him.

Without hesitation, Wrecker yanks a small explosive from his belt and throws it toward the doorway.

The blast erupts.

_

“Fuck…”

Tech pants heavily, sweat dripping down his forehead.

He’s rolled out of his chair entirely now, sitting on the floor as you grip his shoulders to steady him.

“Tech… what happened?” you ask, panic rising in your voice.

“I… I found him.”