The Bad Batch + F!reader

TBB + thigh chain

Hunter:

He immediately noticed this chain, but it only made him smile. If you like wearing that, then he can't say no. — Butterflies? That's very beautiful. He saw how happy you were that he liked the chain. — I have a few more of these! Want me to show you? — Sure.

Echo:

The poor boy didn't know what to do because he was very confused when he saw it. You noticed his reaction. — Don't you like the chain? I can take it off… — N-no! It suits you very well! Really! It's just the first time I've seen this.. But you look great!

Wrecker:

This big guy was delighted with this chain. He just sat down at your feet, which allowed him to look at your jewelry. — It's very beautiful! Do you have any more of these? — Yes! — Show me!

Tech:

You didn't even hope that he would notice the changes in your appearance at all. But you decided to try to show him the chain. "Well, I can't put my leg in front of his face, can I?" But you didn't have to do it. He lifted your leg slightly to see the chain. His action made you blush a lot. — Hmm, this is an unusual design decision but I don't quite understand why this is done. I would be glad to hear your opinion on this matter.

Crosshair:

You can't hide from his gaze, he notices the smallest changes in your appearance. And now he is staring intently at this chain. — Were you trying to seduce me with this? If so, then you succeeded. — What? No! I just tried it on! I have the same chain but with snakes! You noticed how interested he was in this. — You know, kitten, your legs look best when they're on my shoulders. — Idiot!

The Bad Batch aesthetics

Hello ! I hope you are well!

I'm sending you this message because I've had this thing on my mind for a week.

With that said, I hope you are okay with making this request!

I love Darth Nihilus and the idea of the reader having four dragons ( the ones from Game of Thrones because I'm a huge fan of that show!) and the sith finding the reader on a planet after "devouring" them. He takes him under his wing but the trouble starts when bounty hunters invade the Ravager because dragons bring in a lot of money!

After several attacks by the bounty hunters, the reader is attacked by one of them who managed to stay on the ship...

The rest, you can imagine because I have no more inspiration!

I know it's a lot to take in but I hope you'll agree to take this request!

Have a nice day/night!

Sorry for the bad english because i'm french :(

Hello, dear! Thank you for such a request! I don't know Game of Thrones very well, but I understand what you want.

I think our Sith would be very angry if someone offended the reader.

I don't have much time to write stories right now because I work a lot and get very tired, but I will try to make your request by the weekend.

I hope it won't upset you.

I found this and remembered you

Me: Doesn't know much about Star Destroyers and the crew/workers. [Due to timeline reasons.]

Sith bois + s/o who plays a musical instrument perfectly

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Darth Vader:

— don't disturb him during his meditation, he may get angry.

And so he will listen with pleasure in that short period of time when he is free and away from prying eyes. He is also comforted by your presence next to him. That's enough for him.

Darth Maul:

Before the battle with Obi-Wan: He will hide you from the eyes of his Master to listen to you and just be alone with you. You give him the feeling that he can cope with all the difficulties.

After: He will also hide you from prying eyes, you play your song only for him and he is ready to kill any random viewer. So he thinks until you start playing this beautiful melody that calms him down and then he even starts to fall asleep.

Darth Nihilus:

He's ready to listen to you forever. He is very attracted to the melody that your instrument emits. Sometimes it begins to seem that it emits a kind of "purr".

Darth Revan:

He admires that you are so talented. The fact that you are ready to play for him personally melts his heart. At such moments, he is glad that he chose you as a mate.

Starkiller:

He will hide you from his teacher because he worries about you and your future. And when he has time, he will definitely listen to your playing the instrument. It instantly calms him down and he will even put his head on your lap.

Kylo Ren:

When he hears your song for the first time, he will try to pretend that he doesn't care. But he had a strong desire to sit next to you and listen. Then he will do so, sometimes without saying a word but you don't need it. You both understand each other without words.

Professor Thawne i-

*cough* yandere thawne *cough*

Protective Part 1

Eowells x Female reader

Summary: Dr. Wells comforts you after your abusive partner attacked you

Word count: 257

Warning: mention of abuse

Part 2 | Masterlist

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Sitting in her living room, Dr. Wells tilts (y/n)’s chin up to get a better look at her face and the evidence of the fight. Dr. Wells delicately thumbs away the streak of blood by (y/n)’s mouth, saying nothing as he examines it. After a brief pause, (y/n)’s heart skips a nervous beat as Dr. Wells looks her dead in the eyes. His voice is quiet and tense, his anger barely restrained. “Who did this to you?

Gulping, she weakly said, “Sam.”

“You’re fiancé did this to you? The person who suppose to love you-” He brush a strain of hair out of her face, “Who vow to protect you,” He stokes her cheek, “And care for you. They did this to you.” He said it more as a statement. Sighing, he took his glasses off as he closes his eyes as to think of what to do. Putting them back on, “I want you to pack some clothes and anything else you will need. You are staying at my place until everything is figured out.”

“Dr. Wells, It was a simple misunderstanding.”

“No, (y/n), this wasn’t a misunderstanding. A misunderstanding is when you get the wrong brand of food. This-” He gingerly place a hand on her bruised cheek, “This is abuse and I’m going to protect you.”

“No offences, Dr. Wells, but how are you going to protect me?”

A wicked smile graced his face, “Don’t you worry about that (y/n). I will take care of it all. All you have to do is rest and get better.

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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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"god is woman..."

shirtless!Bad Batch + shy!reader

this is bad i know note: bad english sorry and gif not mine

Hunter: — Hunter, I need your help. I've lost something…

When you entered the compartment, you ran into a half-naked man. He immediately sensed your embarrassment.

— I'm sorry. I'll come back later.

From that moment on, you avoided his gaze and stayed away. Hunter thought he had done something wrong. How did he offend you?

One day he finally plucked up the courage and approached you.

— Have I offended you in some way? If that's the case then forgive me.

— It's not your fault, Hunter. I-I just didn't expect to see this… He laughed. — Then let's start looking for what you've lost.

Echo:

When you saw him half-naked and ran away, he was very upset. Is he ugly to you?

After that, you felt sorry for him that he misunderstood you.

— Echo, do you have a minute to talk? Are you upset because I ran away? It's not your fault, please don't blame yourself. It's just the first time I've seen this…

Echo smiled. — It's all right now.

Wrecker:

When you first saw him half-naked, you even bled from your nose.

— Are you hurt? Who is this worm that hurt you?

— I'm fine! He stood and looked at you. — Then why is your nose bleeding?

— Because I'm looking at you!

Only after that the Pest realized what was the matter and laughed.

— You just like me, darling!

Tech:

— Tech, I need your help, I can't solve one puzzle!

With these words, you entered his compartment.

— Of course I will help. — you were very confused when you realized that he approached you being half naked.

He looked at you and adjusted his glasses.

— Are you okay? Are you sick? Why are you shivering and your body temperature is getting higher? Let me examine you.

— No, no! No need! I see you're busy! I'll come back later!

You were about to leave, but he grabbed your hand. — I said I'd help you. Were you listening to me? What kind of puzzle is there? And are you sure you're okay?

— Yes! I'm fine!

Crosshair:

— Crosshair, do you have a free minute? I need your help!

You went into his compartment, but you didn't find a man there, so you turned around and wanted to leave, but you ran into him. He was half naked and you were very embarrassed by it.

— What is it, kitten?

— Nothing! I see you're busy! I'll come back later!

But he didn't let you go, he just took you and pressed you against the cold hull of the ship.

— Have I offended you in some way? Forgive me if that's the case. The man laughed.

— You're funny, I like that.