notes: first time doing this !!! if i quit send me to the gallows. these are multifandom x reader oneshots with one character x character fic. will hyperlink as i post, but i'm posting this now as a sneak peak and to add it to my masterlists.
Blackmail - Maul x Reader (TCW)
Orgy - The Brotherhood x Reader (X-Men)
Mind Control - Peter Parker/Jean Grey (MCU)
Kink Discovery - Springer x Reader (TF IDW)
Glory Hole - Whirl x Reader (MTMTE)
Coming in Pants - Frank Castle x Reader (MCU)
Cockwarming - Stanford Pines x Reader (GF)
Face Sitting - Frank Castle x Reader (MCU)
Orgasm Delay - Prowl x Reader (TF IDW)
Noncon - Victor Creed x Reader (X-Men)
Age Gap - Logan Howlett x Reader (X-Men)
Phone Sex - Steve Harrington x Reader (ST)
Temperature Play - Tech x Reader (TBB)
Religion Kink - Kurt Wagner x Reader (X-Men)
Power Imbalance - Commander Bacara x Reader (TCW)
Predator/Prey - Victor Creed x Reader (X-Men)
Rough Sex - Commander Wolffe x Reader (TCW)
Transformation - Victor Creed x Reader (X-Men)
Cigars/Cigarettes - Logan Howlett x Reader (X-Men)
One Night Stand - Billy Hargrove x Reader (ST)
Overstimulation - Savage Opress x Reader (TCW)
Sharing - Hunter x Reader x Crosshair (TBB)
Vibrators - Gator Tillman x Reader (Fargo Year 5)
Leather/Lace/Latex - Clone Trooper x Reader Drabbles (TCW)
Knifeplay - Hunter x Reader (TBB)
Swallowing - Marc Spector x Reader (MCU)
Stripping - Frank Castle x Reader (MCU)
Torture - Maul x Reader (TCW)
Quickie - Commander Cody x Reader (TCW)
Licking - Steve Harrington x Reader x Billy Hargrove (ST)
feat.: Anakin Skywalker, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Darth Maul, Darth Vader
hi everyone. we're writing for a new fandom now.
Anakin's jealousy is a firestorm raging on Mustafar; it's the lethal tides of Kamino and the unforgiving heat of Tatooine. It's both ablaze and freezing; the ice running through his veins at the idea of you entertaining someone else is chilling to the bone, even for the Hero with No Fear, and his anger burns all the brighter. He spends about two seconds contemplating not bringing it up to you, but you can tell his emotions right from the start anyway — and he only relaxes slightly when your palm finds his cheek, soothing.
"It's— fine. You know what, actually, no, it's not. I saw you and that guy, talking, and what right does he have to touch you, anyway? Should've told him that right then and there, but I can't—"
He's not fond of your secret relationship anyway, wishes it could be public, normal, the way it'd be if he wasn't a Jedi, but the added stress of some guy thinking you're single while he's in your vicinity, unable to do anything to avoid causing suspicion, has him tense. He knows you wouldn't cheat — right? —, but the topic upsets him greatly, and his hurt emotions only melt away when he gets to lay his head on your lap and you thread your fingers through his hair.
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Obi-Wan is by far the most relaxed when it comes to jealousy issues. He has no issues with you talking to a stranger, or having a friendly chat with a colleague, or going out to an event with a friend; those are all normal interactions, and he's happy you have a flourishing social life. Still, if you get too comfortable with someone, he's irked. He doesn't mean to be, Jedi are above petty emotions like that, surely, but he doesn't like that he can clearly sense romantic intentions aimed at you and he can do nothing but watch.
He's not the type for open conflict; besides, he doesn't have much right to be upset. Still, if you're attuned to his moods, you'll notice the slight strain in his smile right away. Luckily, he's easily reassured. He trusts you completely, after all.
"I could tell I was overreacting, which is precisely why I did not mean to bring it up. I trust you. ..Still, thank you for reassuring me. You know how emotions are."
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Maul's abandonment issues stem from actual experience and aching loneliness rather than simple possessiveness. He's used to being alone, and has only gotten used to being around you, with you, that the sudden fear of losing you and returning to solitude has him near paralysed. He respects you too much to confront you, but seeing you get along so well with one of the Mandalorian mercenaries he pays has him in a bad mood. He sulks and gets more closed off, subconsciously choosing to abandon before he's abandoned.
"I am faring all right. There's no need to be worried. No, I am not upset. There is nothing we need to talk about. Go on, instead go and talk to your admirer."
He's pouting. He'd rather die than ask for it, but he needs reassurance badly. Once you mention you have no interest in anyone other than him, he's quickly soothed again and forgives almost immediately, nearly dizzy with relief.
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Darth Vader, unlike Anakin, has no reason to act restrained. No one would dare to even speak to you, knowing you're his — usually, but there's always one new recruit, eager to serve the Empire and even more eager to get to know you, that'll meet an undesirable fate eventually. The second he notices someone chatting you up, his fist closes, and the guy is lifted off the ground and claws desperately at his throat, trying, begging, silently pleading —
and the body dropping to the floor hopefully doesn't bother you too much. He's not too concerned by what you think about him killing out of possessiveness; he'll make it up to you later, if you're truly upset.
"I'll give you a planet. An entire system, if that's what it takes to make you stop sulking. Don't tell me you actually wanted that fool to talk to you."
And, well. He loves you, is devoted to you, but you better respond correctly to that accusation to prove you're just as devoted to him.
Summary: Many things are still unclear and danger looms on the horizon. Do makes an unexpected offer that I have no choice but to accept. The future will show how this will end.
Author Note: The next chapter is out! Wish you all fun while reading and I hope you enjoy it. If you have good feedback for me please tell me. I am excited to know what you think about the story. Have a good day or night! ❤️
Warnings: escape from another planet, mention of looming danger, complicated feelings, cursing
His gaze never left mine. I saw myself reflected in those orbs of his. Why do his eyes have to be that big? He is able to see me, all of me. I swallow and feel the need to say something. Anything. Just to make this fucking silence dissapear.
My mouth opens and closes. The words get stuck in my throat. There is so much I want to ask him. So many things I want to know. Maybe he knows who set a bounty on my head and why they would want me dead?
His hand goes to my face and he brushes his fingertips over my skin. Slowly, lightly and with care that I have never expirienced in my life before. My skin heats up where he touched me and a pleasent shiver runs down my spine. What is happening? I shouldn't enjoy this.
I moved away, getting some distance between us. Suddenly realising how close we are. The fact that he is shirtless doesn't make it any better. With all the strenght that is left inside my body, i try my hardest not to turn red like a tomatoe. Why do I feel attraction towards him. He is a bounty hunter! Clearly I have lost my mind.
„Why are you after me? Who hired you?“ My eyes burned deeply into his. I need to know. I need to know who wants me dead or whatever they want to happen to me. The nautolan infornt of me laughed again and gave me a bright smile. „You don't know? That's funny. Look Y/N, you know people that are really dangerous. Aren't you aware of that?“
I frown. There are no people in my life that are dangerous, right? Someone from the past? No, I always made sure not to get on the wrong side of people. Same as now. The fact that he knows my name tells me it must be someone who is close to me.
Still it does not make any sense. I am at home most of the time, never leaving my four walls. I avoid people. I can't think of anyone who would want me dead. However the fact that he knows my name must mean it IS somebody who knows me or at least my name. „You don't know who it is?“
He cocks his head and studies me closer. His expression turns unreadable for me wich I don't like. I stand up and rub my arms. „It's better for you to leave. I don't want you here“ My best chances are to leave now. But to where? No matter where I am going there will be someone who is after me.
What i need is a plan, a very good one. Fuck, I do not know how i will survive this. What should i do? I turn around and want to walk into my bedroom when his hand wraps around my wrist stopping me.
He crowds my space and he is so close that our noses are touching. The sudden closeness makes my heart race, my breathing quicken. „I have a better Idea. You come with me. Wanna know why? Because you aren't save anymore. Trust me it wouldn't take long till the other bounty hunters show up here.“ My mouth goes dry and I avert his gaze. He is right.
I know he is. It doesn't make it easier. If I can trust him is another story. „Why would you do that?“ His hold on my wrist lossens slightly and he gives me a small smile. „You saved my life. I want to return the favor“ I don't really believe him. He wants something else. What that something else is, I have to figure it out before it's to late. Why else would he Help me?
„How can I know that you aren't tricking me?“ He looks deeply into my eyes, his finger brushing over my lips. A shock of electrisity shots through my body. Shit what is happening to me? This is to much. I move a small distance away from him and swallow. Finally able to breathe at least a little.
„You don't“ His gaze is burning into my eyes. It is like he is staring into my soul. I have to trust him, even though i do not want to. Nor do I know what will happen now. Do I have a choice? My thoughts go to my daily life. Will I ever be able to return here?
If I do, I am not able to see it now. The only thing that i should prioritice is surviving. „Alright, I will come with you“ If this decision was a mistake, only the future will show. What I know is that in order to survive I have to put my trust in him. The bounty hunter who turned my life upside down.
„Good. Follow me“ He puts his upper clothing back on and I look away. I do not know why but looking at him does strange things to me. Makes my heart race with anticipation. I have a fucking problem and am not normal that is clear.
When the rustle of clothing stops i turn towards him again. He gives me a smile. „My names Fong Do. I believe it's only fair for you to know my name when I know yours.“
He strides out of my home and I follow after him. Stopping because I remember I might need a few things. „What now Y/N?“ „I will need a few things, please wait“ He answers me with an anoyed sigh but let's me get the things I need.
„We have to hurry now“ We reach his ship an hour later. I had packed a bag, with a few items and clothing to change. Do waited for me, not complaining or saying anything. He probably felt that i am sad to leave my home. My sanctuary.
Sad, worried and scared. Most of all scared. So many things can go wrong If we are not carefull. Other bounty hunters might already be after us. Sitting next to him in the cockpit is a strange expirience. „Where are you planning on taking me?“ He starts the ship and flys into the sky.
„First away from here. Don't worry Y/N. You are save with me“ He gifted me his brightest smile, his teeth showing. My heart jumped and warmth spread through me. It's breathtaking. His smile is beautiful. More than that.
I should not let my feelings get in the way. He might be a danger. Do could still betray me. But no matter how hard I try, i can not stop the smile forming on my lips. The warmth that spreads through me.
When we reach space I see my planet for the first time. My eyes widen in awe at the beauty before me. It's unlike anything I have ever seen before. A chuckle reaches my ears. „Wait till you see other plantes. There are many that are beautiful trust me.“
„Don't get scared now Y/N. I assume by the looks of it that it's your first time in space. We will fly into hyperspace now. Don't worry though nothing will happen“ He finishes tapping in some cordinates and my nais dig into the seat. He flashes me another smile and the ship jumps into hyperspace. Oh shit...
Shore leave is a big deal for every trooper in the GAR.
One can tell who has shore leave soon simply from their face, the pep in their step or the restless leg bounce or the insistent tapping of gloved fingers on armoured thighs. The 'freshers work overtime whenever the shore leaves of different units clash, loud chatter filling the room — hah, rare to see you in this part of the ship, brother! — as troopers of all ranks get ready, armour lacking the usual grime, though not polished enough to shine.
The veterans are allergic to pristine armour, after all.
"You look fineee," Jesse groans when Tup pulls his hair free from its usual bun for the umpteenth time with an exasperated huff, only to gather his hair back again in practised motions.
"It doesn't look right." Tup mumbles through the hair tie in his mouth, securing the hair back into the same position.
"If you keep pulling any harder, you're going to end up bald before you even get a chance to see your sweetheart, haha!"
"Not helping, Hardcase." Kix chides, shutting his medical kit in favour of walking over to Tup's bunk, settling down on the edge not to get in his way, "I feel like you're fidgeting, Tup. I do have some equipment that needs fixing if you need something to keep your hands busy."
"And here I thought you were trying to be helpful," Fives' head descends from above, and Tup can see Kix contemplating whether he should pull him down by the collar or not as he hangs halfway down the top bunk. "I don't know what you're so nervous about, really." Fives rolls his eyes, "You've got your girlfriend waiting to welcome you back when we dock. Be more excited! You should feel like you're able to fly down there with a jetpack alone to see 'em sooner!"
"I am," Tup groans, head already pounding.
Whether it's from his brothers' incessant teasing or the hair tie pulling at his hair, he can't tell.
"I'm just gonna check my gear," He beelines for the door before anyone can squeeze in a comment about the flimsy excuse.
Take-off can't come any sooner.
Tup has to make extra effort to keep his body in check. Fidgeting and squirming are discouraged even for cadets, and he doesn't want think about how it would come across if he were to fail at something so simple as not doing something.
Especially not when he can feel all the eyes on him even through the helmets.
The landing is smooth, and the sound of the engine dying down is music to his ears. All he has to do is follow procedure, report to his superior and to be dismissed before he can finally make his way over to your home.
In his daze, he doesn't realise he's been shoved all the way to the front for the roll call by his brothers just so he can leave as early as possible.
The way to your home is ingrained in his mind deeply enough that he can navigate the streets with ease, stopping only to make sure he looks good enough on whatever reflective surface catches his eye.
Just as he lifts a finger to press the doorbell, the door is thrown open, a hand latching on his forearm to yank him inside, slamming the door shut equally as fast as it opened.
"H—" he snorts, arms wrapping around your waist as you press your lips wherever you can reach, mouth clumsily smacking against his skin in a barrage of sloppy kisses. "Hi, hello to you too."
"Welcome back," you press your lips on his temple, making a show of dragging out the kiss in a loud smooch before pulling back to finally take a good look at him, the overflowing tenderness in his eyes mirroring your own.
"I suppose I don't have to ask if you missed me." He chuckles, nestling his face into your neck like a content tooka now that you have freed him from your affectionate assault.
"If you ask a stupid question, you will get a stupid answer."
"That's fair," he muses, taking small steps towards the sofa without compromising his hold on you, "Well, I missed you."
"I missed you too, sweetheart." Feathering the pads of your fingertips over his nape, "Tell me everything." The moment you both settle on the couch, you hook a nail on the hair tie holding his hair up, pulling it off in favour of carding your hands through the soft strands.
"You first," Tup slumps into your chest, then, with a teasing lilt to his voice, tacks on; "Then I can tell you all about how I saved Fives' ass on a mission."
"Oh?" you hum, "You can't just say that and expect me wait. Oh hold on—" you move to get up, though Tup's arms remain cemented around you. "Are you hungry? I made lunch. We can also get snacks... I bought this new flavour of tea cakes—"
"Mm," A non commital hum sounds from his throat. Even though he can't imagine refusing when he's been surviving off of flavourless rations, he doesn't really want to let go yet, his body barely having gotten used to your warmth.
Instead, you're hoisted up snugly in his arms as he makes his way over to the kitchen.
"Show off," you snort, looping his arms around his neck.
"You're stuck with me either way." Tup shrugs, a bashful smile tugging on his lips as he lifts you up with ease so you can get your designated mugs from the cabinet.
"Oh dear. To be carried around like royalty by my handsome boyfriend, what a predicament."
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Summary: You knew this would be difficult, but Rex is always away, and you just can't take it anymore.
Warnings: Angst.
Word Count: 674
A/N: Inspired by that one scene from Everything Everywhere All at Once :)
The buzz at your apartment door startles you more than it should. It’s late, too late for deliveries. Your heart races with an unsettling mix of curiosity and dread. You know who it is, Only one person could show up at this hour, but you still hesitate.
Pushing away your feelings, you open the door and, sure enough, there he is. Rex. He’s still in his armour, his helmet tucked under his arm. His expression is unreadable, but his eyes hold a look you’re sure is reserved just for you. It’s not just the usual stoic gaze of a clone captain. It’s is softer, yet heavier.
Your stomach twists as you step aside, wordlessly letting him in. The air between you is thick, both of you knowing what is coming after so long of being in denial. You’ve been preparing for it, though part of you wishes you didn’t have to, that you could stay in that ignorance-fuelled limbo forever.
Neither of you speak at first. Rex just stands there, awkwardly looking around your apartment. It’s a strange sight to see him so… out of control.
“We need to talk.” You finally break the silence, voice low. He stiffens but nods and the pit in your stomach grows deeper. This isn’t going to be easy. Nothing is when it comes to him.
“I can’t do this anymore.” You confess, the words coming out with more difficulty than you thought. Your chest tightens as you speak, the weight of everything that’s been building up inside you slowly lifting off your shoulders, leaving you feeling numb yet exhausted.
Rex doesn’t move, doesn’t flinch, but his eyes flicker with something. It’s hard to tell with what, but he listens to you, even if it’s killing him to do so.
“I can’t live in constant worry about whether you’ll come back or not.” You say, your voice cracking a little. The tears you’ve been holding back threaten to spill, but you stubbornly don’t let them.
“I will.” He insists, his voice is strained, like he’s holding back a tsunami of rambled explanations. He desperately steps closer, tightly grasping your hands into his, pressing them against his chest plate, over his heart.
You can only imagine it’s beating as rapidly as yours. Yearning to reach through your chest and interlock your souls, but held back by a prison of unyielding ribs.
It hurts. You shake your head, squeezing your eyes shut in an attempt to push the tears back. “You can’t promise that.” You whisper, unable to properly find your voice.
The silence between you two stretches, heavy with words neither of you can speak. “I can’t.” Rex agrees, his voice quiet, as if accepting defeat.
You swallow hard, fighting against the lump in your throat. “I don’t want to spend this relationship just waiting for you.” You continue, your voice barely above a whisper. “So this is it, then?” Rex asks, the words struggling to come out. It’s almost too much to bear. “It is.” You confirm.
Rex doesn’t speak for a moment. His eyes searching your face for something you can’t give him anymore.
He nods and turns around. He moves toward the door, and the familiar sight shatters something within you. He opens the door, but before he steps out, he stops.
He turns to face you one last time, his voice soft but heavy. “You know… in another life.” He begins, his teary eyes meeting yours. “I would have really liked just doing laundry and taxes with you.”
But it’s not another life. You take a shaky breath, and manage to choke out the last words you’ll ever speak to him. “Me too.”
Rex gives you one last look before turning and walking out of the door. When it clicks shut behind him, the weight of the finality settles in your chest. You stand there, frozen in your living room, the silence deafening.
You let yourself cry then, the tears leaving your face feeling raw. You can’t stop them. Not anymore. It’s truly over now.
