The Extremely Bad Batch - part 3
Part 1 - here
Part 2 - here
includes: Hunter, Crosshair, Tech, Maul
warning: nsfw 18+ rough oral, threesome with Hunter and Maul. dubcon territory proceed with caution.
note: give it a chance guys, its really good. I highly recommend reading part 1 and part 2 first <3
mini recap: you’re kidnapped by the Nightbrothers, Hunter went to look for you, also Hunter gets a boner whenever he sees you scared.
Your lips crash together like there’s no tomorrow. You steal each other’s breaths and moans, his hands gripping at your shoulders, your chest, between your thighs, everywhere, all over you. You kiss him back eagerly, whimpering into his mouth, desperate for his touch.
You’re blindfolded, on a chair, your hands tied behind your back. All you can do is lean into him more, his tongue familiar in your mouth, demanding, hungry.
“Mmh… Hunter… how did you… how did you find me?” you manage between breaths.
At that, the figure pulls away.
“Hunter?” Maul asks, disbelief coloring his voice. “Oh… you’re completely out of it, aren’t you? Poor thing.”
For a few seconds, you genuinely have no idea what is happening. Then it all comes crashing back. The chase. The van. Hunter. Everything.
A tremor runs through you as panic settles into your chest. Suffocating and relentless, leaving you with the horrible sensation that you’ve lost control entirely.
Maul’s hands settle firmly on your shoulders.
“This is all in vain, my dear. There is no point in torturing yourself like this.”
Somehow, beneath the coldness, his voice sounds sincere. For a fleeting moment, it almost seems as though he is genuinely worried about you.
“Ah, perfect. Excellent timing,” Maul says with quiet amusement.
He steps behind you, placing a hand beneath your jaw and tilting your face upward, his thumb brushing lightly along your skin.
The door bursts open. Hunter enters angry like a cornered animal.
The words come from somewhere deep in his chest, a growl, a demand, and perhaps a plea all at once. Maul doesn’t so much as flinch.
Instead, he waits. Patiently.
He watches as Hunter’s breathing gradually steadies, as his attention shifts to the room, to the chair, to you. To the way you’re trembling. Not from cold, from fear.
Maul barely needs to say a word. A subtle nudge through the Force is enough. Heavy footsteps approach. Hunter’s eyes are shadowed beneath loose strands of dark hair, his expression tense and unreadable.
Without much thought, he comes to stand over you, his legs on either side of the chair.
Maul continues stroking at your neck before reaching for Hunter’s wrist, pulling his hand over to feel your pulse.
“I don’t need that. I could sense it from across the room,” Hunter mutters darkly.
Maul chuckles. “My apologies, then.” He releases Hunter’s wrist.
“Hunter? ..What are you doing?” you ask softly.
Yet even as the words leave your mouth, they sound hollow. Who are you trying to fool? You want this.You love this.
Fear has always excited you. That’s why Hunter is the one, the only one who knows exactly which buttons to push.
Hunter reaches up and adjusts the blindfold where it has begun to slip.
That simple gesture tells you everything. Just how lost he is.
And behind you, Maul remains unnervingly calm, his hands resting on your shoulders like an anchor.
Like a reminder that, somehow, everything is unfolding exactly as intended.
The sound of a zipper being pulled open breaks the silence, close to your face.
Before you know it, Hunter’s cock is already pressing against your lips, sliding over them, pushing them apart. He’s barely holding himself together at this point, both fists tangled in your hair as he begins fucking your mouth relentlessly.
His cock too thick to fit properly. It keeps slipping from your mouth and dragging against your soft, wet lips, drawing a frustrated grunt from him.
Before he can shove it back in, Maul reaches over to your side, his palm cupping your cheek and turning your face toward him. You flinch at the shift, immediately aware that it isn’t Hunter anymore, but Maul gently brushes the damp strands from your cheek.
“I’ll be gentle, dear,” he murmurs as his cock pushes between your lips. and the moment it slides against your warm tongue, a deep moan leaves him. His eyes close and his head tips back.
Hunter’s hand remains at the back of your head. He simply doesn’t want to let go, as if he needs that hold to keep feeling like you’re still his, even though he’s sharing you now. He watches Maul letting you breathe between thrusts, and the quiet praises he murmurs to you irritate him more than he’d like to admit.
So he punishes you for it whenever it’s his turn, mouth-fucking you violently, desire and anger intertwining into something impossible to separate.
Maul watches, slightly disapproving of how rough Hunter is being, yet unable to deny that he finds it intriguing. He nudges the tip against your lips, a low growl of dissatisfaction rumbling from Hunter’s chest as he pulls away, letting you turn your attention to Maul instead.
He strokes himself beside your face with an irritated grip, his hand still clenched in your hair as he pushes you deeper onto Maul’s cock.
“This is what you want, huh? This?”
Meanwhile, Maul’s hands are resting clasped together behind his back. He’s completely losing himself in the thrill of letting Hunter control the pace. Though, before he can savor the moment, Hunter takes you again.
mini recap: Crosshair has been keeping you locked “for your safety”. Somehow you handcuffed him to the bed, but he still has the apartment key. So you’re still unable to leave, both of you have each other trapped.
Time passes painfully slowly, enough to drive you insane. The clock ticks on, each second echoing mockingly through the quiet room.
Crosshair lounges against the headboard with his legs crossed, lazily rolling a toothpick between his teeth as though he’s perfectly content to let your nerves destroy you. He is better at the waiting game, after all.
Meanwhile, you’re exhausted.
You know that if you fall asleep on the couch, he might yank at the handcuff and move the bed all together and take the handcuff key from you.
You’re practically terrified. You need to get the apartment keys from him. Otherwise, you’ll both die in here, from lack of sleep, if nothing else.
“Just stop this nonsense.” Crosshair’s voice cuts through your spiraling thoughts.
“And then what, huh?” you shoot back. “You let me go free? Everyone’s happy?”
His eyes darken immediately.
You nod in disbelief. “That’s what I thought.”
Before either of you can continue, his comlink starts ringing.
“Will you get that for me?” he asks, his voice mockingly gentle.
Reluctantly, you pick it up and bring it closer, keeping it just out of his reach.
It’s Hunter. Something about the chase. A van. The Nightbrothers. He needs Crosshair.
But you can’t let him go.You can’t be locked in here again. You just can’t. Before Crosshair can finish the conversation, you slam the comlink into the wall. The device shatters. (note: I don’t know why you didn’t use this device or your own phone by now to call for help or something but lets just say you couldn’t think straight, after being locked away for so long)
In that moment, whether it was panic, exhaustion, hunger, or all three, you lose focus. You don’t notice how close you’ve drifted to the bed. In one sharp movement, Crosshair lunges.
He snatches you off your feet and hauls you back against his chest, trapping you in a headlock.
You immediately struggle, clawing at his forearms, trying to wrench yourself free.
“Enough,” he warns. “Or I’ll be forced to knock you out.”
Panic shoots down your spine. Without thinking, you throw the handcuff key across the room before he can take it from you.
That finally does it, Crosshair goes still. Then his grip tightens.
“Now why would you do that, hmmm?” he mutters darkly against your ear. “You wanna get hurt?”
“Crosshair… this is madness,” you manage to choke out.
His hold only tightens further.
The word breaks apart into a strained gasp as you genuinely begin to choke.
The moment he feels your nails stop digging into his arm with the same force, he immediately loosens his grip.
With little effort, he drags you onto the bed beside him, pinning you there with one arm wrapped across your chest and one leg draped heavily over yours.
“Why are you making things so difficult?” he mutters.
mini recap: Tech’s got you under surveillance 24/7 , you got into a relationship with him despite that though. (Please read part 1 and 2)
“Don’t you think our pet here deserves a little break?” Maul murmurs, dragging the tip of his cock across your cheek and smearing his cum against your skin.
Hunter doesn’t respond. He only breathes heavily above you, one hand resting on your shoulder, his fingers digging into you hard enough to leave marks behind.
“We’re leaving,” he cuts in darkly.
“You’re no fun,” Maul replies with clear reluctance as he finally lets go of you, tucking himself away and adjusting his pants.
Hunter unties you, finally removing your blindfold, his movements rough and hurried.
He pulls you to your feet and steadies you when your knees threaten to give out the moment you’re standing. Without another word, he starts toward the door, leaving first.
And just before you follow him out, Maul speaks again.
“You could stay here, you know.”
His eyes lock onto yours.
“I can offer you what no one else can. With me, you would be powerful. Untouchable…”
A faint smile tugs at his lips. “Together, we could rule.”
And even though you leave immediately after Hunter, you can’t pretend you didn’t hesitate there.
“Well, isn’t that something.”
Tech’s voice yanks you sharply out of the fanfic you were reading.
“Tech… did you…” Your hands clench at your sides as anger surges through you. “You spied on my screen, didn’t you?”
You’ve been trying to reason with him for months, trying to explain that privacy is normal and that violating it is not okay. But it never seems to get through to him. He simply doesn’t understand it. In his mind, it is simply practical for him to always watch over you, it cant hurt.
The truth is though, it always hurts.
Whenever he sees something that makes him jealous, he lets it get the better of him, and it inevitably affects your relationship.
You’ve been fighting constantly. He’s been recording you again without your knowledge, and the whole situation has been exhausting.
“What happened to your knees?” Tech asks, his voice noticeably concerned.
You glance down. You hadn’t even realized it, but your knees are bleeding.
“And your wrists… what’s that?” Before you can pull away, he takes your wrists in his hands, turning them over carefully. His fingers tracing the red marks circling them.
“Where have you been?” His voice turns cold now. Accusing.
“I haven’t left the room. You’d know that,” you snap back. yanking your wrists from him “Youre keeping me under surveillance, remember?”
He says it calmly, as though he’s too distracted by what he’s seeing to even acknowledge your frustration. His eyes move over you again, taking in every scrape and bruise.
Tech crouches in front of you.
His gaze lingers on the blood smeared across your knees. One hand reaches out, fingertips brushing lightly over a darkening bruise, removing a small leaf that got stuck there.
You flinch. By now tears are already spilling down your cheeks. “I want to be alone!”
Your voice cracks halfway through the sentence. Tech barely reacts to the anger. Instead, his expression softens.
Slowly, he reaches for your hips, placing both hands there to steady you. Looking up from his crouched position, his concern impossible to miss now.
“Darling,” he says quietly, “I simply want you to be okay.”
His eyes flick back to the injuries.
“This… this is not normal.” A troubled sigh escapes him.
“I know I haven’t been fair to you. However, this is serious. I need to know how this happened.”
“I haven’t left the room,” you manage, your voice breaking completely now.
For a moment, Tech is silent.
“I know.” His grip softens. “..I know.”
The reassurance is gentle, but it does nothing to hide the concern in his eyes. Because that is exactly the problem.
He knows you haven’t left the room. And yet the bruises are there. The marks are real, which means something happened.
Something that shouldn’t have been possible.
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