Clone Troopers + Princess!reader

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Hello there! I love all your posts so much, and I was wondering... how would the Bad Batch react if the female reader asked to paint their nails? I think Crosshair would either be irritated, or ask for black!

Please and thank you! :)

Hi! Thanks for the request! I think it would be like this:

Hunter:

He can't refuse you such a request, because it makes you so happy. Therefore, he will sit patiently and observe the whole process. And when you finish painting his nails, he will definitely praise your work. You've tried so hard.

Echo:

At first, he will think that he heard something. But he saw the seriousness of your intentions. At first, he will hesitate for a while, but still agree. — I will do everything in the best possible way! Echo will only smile and extend a healthy hand.

Wrecker:

He likes your idea. He agrees to everything, you can do whatever you want with him. Do you want to paint it red? You are welcome. He will even offer some options himself.

Tech:

He'll be a little confused by your request. But who is he to refuse? Of course, he will start lecturing about the importance of taking care of your nails. In his case, this is not surprising at all.

Crosshair:

What kind of stupid ideas are being born in your head? Why would he paint his nails? Absolute stupidity. At first he will refuse this idea, but after seeing how upset you were by his refusal, after a while he agreed. — But only black! — Whatever you say!

— his sun.

Darth Nihilus x f!reader

There has always been only benefit from meditating with the help of the Force. So this time you decided to do the same as always. But lost in thought, you felt the hopeless darkness and cold, as well as a male figure standing not far from you. Sensing you, he turned around and you finally realized who it was. Darth Nihilus.

You've heard a lot about him, but you never thought you'd really see him using the Force. " — No, no, no. It all seems to me. That's not true. " — it's like you were trying to convince yourself of that.

The Dark Lord felt something different when you were in the same place with him. A strange feeling of pleasant warmth, he wanted to reach out and touch you. In his "eyes" you felt like the sun. This is his hope to cling to the remnants of the man in him again.

He was about to come closer to you and touch you, but because of a strong fright, you disappeared from him. The Dark Lord has remembered you and will definitely find you. His personal sun. note: sorry for bad english

"god is woman..."

Daddy? Sorry

Daddy? Sorry

Tom Cavanagh as Eobard Thawne/Reverse-Flash THE FLASH - “Armageddon, Part. 3” (8.03)

boobies support [ The Bad Batch x reader]

i am SO sorry :D

summary: your lover had a bad day, so you decided to support him in an unusual way. His head was resting on your chest.

Hunter:

Hunter was so surprised that he couldn't say anything about your action. He had not expected this at all. — Get some rest, dear, you're too tired today. The man looked shyly into your eyes. — No need to say anything, just rest.

Echo:

This poor boy didn't know what to do with it. He was very embarrassed by such a display of care for him. You heard him breathing heavily. — Echo, it's all right, honey. I just want to support you. You're tired and you need to rest. Are you comfortable? — Y-yes, thank you…

Wrecker:

He was only glad of it, although at first he was a little embarrassed. — So soft... He relaxed a lot and was all yours. He felt so good that he closed his eyes and just enjoyed the moment. — Crosshair will be jealous of me. You both started laughing.

Tech:

He immediately stopped saying his conclusions. You noticed how he blushed a little. Before telling you his opinion, he coughed and adjusted his goggles. — This is a very unusual solution to problems. But…I like the softness of your chest. — he coughed again. — That's not what I meant. You just smiled at him. — Rest, dear.

Crosshair:

He likes your attention. But when you did he was surprised. Did you do it on your own? Did someone tell you that? — Very unlike you, kitten. You looked at him. — Why? I just see that you are very tired today and decided to support you. Rest up, grumpy.

Do another part but with other clones?

The Bad Batch + NightSister!reader

You are one of the survivors of the cleansing on Dathomir and now you are on a journey. It is not surprising that on your way you meet different living beings, including clones.

Thanks to your acquaintance with Sid, she offered you as a help for some clones that call themselves a Bad Batch. It's a strange name.

Among these clones was a little girl who turned out to be fascinated by your appearance and asked so many questions, but…You didn't hate her. Omega, that's how she introduced herself. A charming child. But soon you were able to meet others.

Hunter:

The leader of these clones. Strangely, he was much shorter than the others. Although it's not weird, it's funny. Judging by the way he behaved, he fully corresponded to his name. Mysterious, strong, as if like the personification of a real man in a good way.

Wrecker:

The noisiest among them and the biggest. When he saw you, he tried to flirt clumsily and show how strong he was. It seemed that he was in the truest sense of the word, a child in the body of an adult man. You didn't know much about clones and their biology, so there were a lot of questions.

Echo:

The quiet one. He stands somewhere next to everyone else and is mostly silent. The interesting thing is that you saw that he is half human and half made of metal. Who is he? A droid? There were only more questions.

Tech:

And this miracle in goggles is a walking encyclopedia. Listening to him, you had to strain your brain a lot and think about everything he was saying. There is too much terminology and dry analytics. And he talked too much, telling you a few facts about Dathomir. You wanted to interrupt him, but it was pretty hard to do.

& Crosshair:

There is too much concentration of mockery and sarcasm in front of others. On the one hand, he looked more severe, but at the same time, he did not waste a moment and tried to be charming. It was not very usual for any man to openly flirt and not restrain himself.

READ THIS GUYS

My Little Rebel. (Yandere! Darth Vader x Female! reader)

Chapter 12

WARNING: YANDERE, IMPRISONMENT, STARVATION, ISOLATION, DARK, VERY SLIGHT NFSW AND OBSESSIVE CONTENT.

Sorry for the long wait, I've been busy lately. Enjoy!

It’s been days since your attempted escape. The Sith had thrown you back into that damned room, without any remorse in his actions. He hasn’t bothered to give you any food, the only thing you’ve received was the metallic bottle, to use it for refilling at the sink. So far, Lord Vader strangely hadn't tried to visited you. It’s starting to get extremely lonely, the loneliness slowly eating away at your stressed brain. The added hunger in your stomach isn’t helping the situation much either. It made you feel all the more miserable, your body feels so sickeningly weak. 

You’re currently seated in the corner of the cold room, the beds sheets removed from the bed as they’re placed upon your form. The black covers stained from the tears you’ve been crying out. The sheet’s being the only thing to give you a slight sense of security and comfort. Your dull eyes focused on the heavily armoured door, possibly hoping for someone to enter. You were nearing the point of begging for food, even if it meant damaging your self pride, which there wasn’t much left of anyways. You slowly crawl to the door, your legs being too weak to support yourself from the starvation you’ve endured. You shakily sit yourself up while you’re palms hold onto the metallic door. You carefully knock your frail knuckles against the door, tap, tap, tap, pausing to wait for a response but you receive none, “Hello? Is anybody there?” You ask, faintly raising your voice. Nausea floods over you, causing your speech to be slurred. Talking drains so freaking much energy. “Please? V-Vader!? Are you there? P-please, I need food…” You helplessly croak out, it’s so exhausting. 

Unbeknownst to you, on the other side stands the sadistic Sith Lord, deliberately not responding to your desperate cries. “Please, I will,” You pause to process your words, should you say it? Fuck it, your real need is to survive. “I'll do a-anything.” Well that certainly caught his attention. Anything? That sounds too good to be true, but he knew that you would fall apart, eventually. Pleased with your words, he believes that you’ve had enough of this cruel punishment. You have learned from it, haven’t you, little one? It’s about time he’ll set his evil eyes upon your graceful figure, once again. 

Your ears perk up from the sound of rattling locks, moving away from the door as it unlocks. Your hazy orbs land on your capturer, Darth Vader. You almost vomit as a wave of nausea suddenly hits you once more, causing you to groan out in discomfort. Did he hear you? If he did then where’s your prized food? “Food, please?” You barely whisper out, cringing at yourself as your voice sounds completely broken from the lack of nutrients you’ve received. Lord Vader crouches down in front of you, his right hand softy cups your chin, tilting your face to look up at him. You can’t deny that it felt nice, to feel bodily contact again. The Sith Lord’s fascinated eyes hungrily roam over your pale face, you’re still so breathtaking. He gently brushes a few scattered locks of hair out of your precious, sticky tear stained face. Entrancing the almighty Sith with your beauty. Maker, you're so gorgeous.

“Vader?” You softly mumble, your pleading eyes questionably glance up at him, fairly creeped out by his staring. Snapping him out of his twisted fantasies, It’s becoming harder for him to restrain himself, but patience, it would be unwise to make you even more afraid as you already are. The amused Sith cocks his head at you, enjoying your adorable little begs, what he would give to have you begging, for only him. You should know who is in control now, as you are fully dependent on him. He unexpectedly rises himself up, towering over your small seated form. Is he playing with you? Is he gonna leave? Or does he want you to ask again? It doesn’t make any sense. Many confused thoughts spin around your puzzled and tired mind, should you do something other then begging? Well fuck it, your stomach is literally howling for something consumable. You crawl towards Vader, firmly clutching yourself onto his thick legs, the act appears similar to a desperate child that doesn’t wanna leave their guardian. “Please don’t leave me. I-I missed you.” You sniffle resting your forehead against his leg. This is what he wants, right? Tears start to stream down your cheeks for the so many uncounted time, I mean he is the only remaining person that cares about you, in a twisted way. You don’t even know if Fortis is alive, the single thought of your friend draws you to tears, soft wails escape your lips as you try to quiet them down, successfully drawing his obsessive attention.

The Sith surprisingly kneels down, “Allow me to bring you to bed, darling.” He deeply rumbles, finally granting you some sort of reply. You didn’t realise that you had missed his voice, it sounded, relatively soothing. You nod at him, accepting his offer. Lord Vader snakes his strong arms around your weakened body as he hoists you up in bridal style, gently pressing you against his big armoured chest. He approaches the soft bed, carefully planting you on its cotton surface. Vader walks up to the corner you were previously in, examining the soaked blanket. Poor thing, he didn’t expect you to be so upset with his actions, he just hopes that you have learned, or else he won’t hesitate to discipline his little rebel once again. Nevertheless he won’t tolerate you sleeping with these drenched sheets, he’ll get you a new one, but firstly let him feed you.

Lord Vader returns to your bed side and places himself next to you. He takes a hold of something, revealing a metallic lunchbox? The Sith opens the box, You immediately sit up while your eyes happily sparkle as they land upon something that appears like food. I mean at this point you’ll gladly take anything, not caring if it is drugged or not. You reach out for the box, however your hand gets gently stopped by his unoccupied hand. His mask lenses intriguingly stare at your being. “Let me feed you, my dear.” You defeatedly retrieve your arm, too tired to go against him. 

After eating the strange green substance you feel much better, even tough suffering many embarrassing moments. The colour begins to return to your face, your body feels much better, almost entirely back to normal. The Sith pause’s his movements tilting his helmet to the side, awaiting for a sentence of gratitude. Hasn’t he fed you well? You get the message, playing along to avoid angering him. “Thank you.” You softly murmur to him, “Good girl.” He praises, he’s so very pleased with you. “I have a question.” You cautiously say, looking up at his looming sitting figure, his cape menacingly draped over his muscular shoulders. “Is Fortis alright?” You whisper out, bracing yourself for an angry outburst. The Sith Lord feels a pang of rage shoot trough him. Why worry about that reckless trooper when you have him? He isn’t worth your time. “I guarantee that his condition is no concerning matter, Y/N.” He answers in a scolding tone, purposely using your real name. “Can you just, please tell me more?” You press on, “He is, alive.” End of conversation. Lord Vader unexpectedly rises up from his position, turning his back to you.

“Wait! Don’t leave me here. I don’t wanna be alone again.” You say as you hurriedly launch forward to clasp your smaller hand onto his cape. Taking yourself by surprise at your unaware need for him, genuinely feeling saddened. How could Vader deny such an alluring request, especially when you look up at him with those pretty little pleading eyes? His hunger for you endlessly increasing. “Come.” He abruptly says as he raises his large hand up for you to take, you hesitantly place yours in his, melding them together. The Sith peeks down at your enveloped hand, adoring the way it perfectly fits in his. He's able to sense the heat radiating from your palm, although the multiple layers of armour cover his hand, unfortunately always separating him from you. 

Your legs are shaky as you stand up, clumsily stumbling for a few times. You proceed to shuffle after the fearsome Sith Lord, his hand gently intertwined with yours. Guiding you out of the isolating room, your curious eyes roam around the strange white and black coloured device you’ve seen before. “Where are we going?” “Patience.” He sternly responds. The two of you walk along the busy halls of the Executor, it probably must have been a sight. As you are still dressed in what you assume is a pyjama set, at last it seems like it, plus also holding hands with the Darth Vader. “Yeah, this can’t get any crazier. Fuck, if I knew he was gonna take me here, then couldn’t he have spared me of my outfit?” You think while wearing a shameful scarlet blush.

After a short time of walking and trying to ignore the oblivious stares. You’ve arrived at a familiar hangar, or so it felt like it. You and Vader approach a stormtrooper, unbeknownst to you it was Fortis, your friend. Fortis takes note of Vader’s presence, debating if he should greet you or not. He has been uncontrollably worried. Luckily for him and you, the dangerous Sith Lord’s attention gets driven away by an officer, most likely telling him something that’s worth his time. Fortis takes this as his moment to strike, he quickly grabs your arm, taking you to a more secluded section of the hangar. You realise that this stormtrooper may be your long lost friend, “Fortis?” “Shh.” He hushes you as he nods his head at his name, giving you confirmation that he indeed is him. He turns himself around freeing you from his grip, “Maker, Y/N are you alright? What happened to you!?” He whisper-shouts, concern audible in his quiet voice. “I’m still living, which is a good thing. Not many things happened apart from me getting isolated and starved.” You truthfully reply, “I really have to get you out to of here.” Fortis thoughtfully mumbles to himself, “Besides what happened to your comlink? I suddenly lost contact with you.” You ask him with a questionable raised brow. “Some unexpected death trooper took it away from me, very unusual. I should have suspected something was up at the start.” He heavily sighs out “Hey, it’s fine. You couldn’t really go against their orders.” You reassure with a smile, petting his armoured shoulder with your palm.

“Yeah…” He trails off, an idea popping up in his clever mind. “You know where you’re located, right?” Fortis asks “Yep, inside of Vaders personal chambers.” You reply, there’s no way you’ll be able to escape this time, or so you thought. “Okay, I can maybe get you out at the right timing. We just have too, wait. I’ll hand you a comlink just incase, hide it.” He says in a hushed tone, handing you the device. “Notify me when he leaves.” You cautiously look around, grabbing the device to put it safely away in your pockets. “I must go now. I don’t want him to suspect anything.” “Wait.” Fortis surprisingly says as he closes the distance between the two of you, pulling you into a soothing hug. “I got this, don’t you worry. I’m gonna get you out of here, may it be the last thing I do.” You close your arms around his neck, occasionally brushing past the the lower back part of his helmet. “Thank you.” You softly whisper. Deep inside of your mind, you unfortunately find yourself doubting his idea. Another failed attempt, and the punishment must be more, severe. You would rather not displease Lord Vader more than you’ve already done, and maybe if you eventually get on his good side, he may not be so cruel. “Please stay safe.” You add, letting go off his body. Fortis moves his left hand to your shoulder, his other hand resting upon your cheek. “I’ll be fine, I’ve gone trough worser. I got this.” He slowly says, strength and determination laced into his voice. Fortis releases his remaining hold on you. “You should go now.” You nod your head at him, agreeing with his words. “I’ll see you then.” You respond “You will.” Is the last thing you hear as you turn around, trying to spot the evident Sith Lord, to obediently return to his side.

You E/C eyes land upon the recognisable dark Lord, he always unsurprisingly stands out of the crowd with his obsidian shining armour. You advance towards him to position yourself behind him. You certainly had gotten the attention of the judgemental officer as his stare does not hide his shock, at your outfit. How could such a woman be so easy going, with Lord Vader’s presence included? You catch on a few sentence from their conversation “I will talk to him, General.” “Yes, Lord Vader.” The officer walks away, leaving you alone with Darth Vader. He turns his helmet to look at you, “We will take our leave, now.” He rumbles in a soft-spoken tone, warping his hand around yours. His larger digits squishing your smaller fingers apart. The Sith Lord starts moving, as you follow him. Meanwhile you try to memorise the way back, it may useful for your second escape attempt. However you’re still not so sure about it all, the last days was a real nightmare for you. You distinctively recall drowning into your own miserable thoughts, plus the loneliness, it was all a truly suffocating experience, that you preferably do not want to repeat. In spite of all those consequences it is still extremely tempting. But you do know one thing for certain, you won’t allow Fortis to die, for your sake. Even if it meant fully giving up on your freedom.

You and Vader arrive back to his chambers, “What did that officer say?” You curiously ask, wanting to know what that officer told him. “Noting of significance, my sweet.” He responds in a comforting voice. Before you know it, the both of you halt in front of the cursed room or more comparable to a prison, in your case. “Do I have to?” You silently mutter out, a sad expression forming onto your face. The Sith unseals the locks with the force, if there is no key then there really isn’t a way to get out of the doomed room. “It won't be for long, little one.” He somewhat purrs, setting his heavy palm on your scalp, moving his hand in a back and forward motion as his leather fingers ruffle trough your messy H/C hair. The interaction always keeps on making you to blush, the pinkish shade dusted upon your cheeks. The door opens with a loud screech, breaking the tense silence. You walk inside of the room without any protest, seating yourself on the bed. “I’ll see you then.” The door locks shut. You’ll be long gone once he returns, if Fortis succeeds.  

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