Why are people who are shitty at actually managing allowed to be managers? I am an independent, capable worker but I just wanna put my fist through the wall. 🤬
Congrats on the 100 Followers !!!!!Soo i saw the Song Lyrics Prompts and ... well duh i would deffo request my all time fave Crosshair and no 14 ! And you know.. Fluffy smut it is all good when it comes to the ones we love :D
HI! THANK YOU SO MUCH!!! AND THANK YOU FOR REQUESTING THIS !!!!
Pairing: Crosshair x reader (no y/n)
Warnings: okay so I knOW YOU ASKED FOR SMUT BUT. I didn’t remember and I just got this very cute drabble and completely forgot everything else and this came out being a whole different thing. bUT. i will make it up to you and write another version of this prompt for u. I’m so sorry really. i hope you like this tho.
So no warnings. it’s a bit angsty, too, heh.
Prompt: 14. I know that you’re scared because hearts get broken. - Golden by Harry Styles
Word count: 900
Saying that love is easy is an understatement, really.
It’s hard, and harsh, and merciless. It’s unknown and also familiar, because you have experiences to compare it too, from your parents to your friends to your past lovers.
Love is scary, because it’s uncharted territory, no matter how much you’ve read about it, if you’ve seen it, if you have felt it before. Because every new person that comes, brings new challenges, something you haven’t felt before. It brings chaos, too.
It paralyzes you, it had never happened before and it does now, when the sniper even looks your way, you freeze completely. Your breathing stops, for just a second, and your face flushes, and you feel embarrassed and dumb.
It makes you shy away, from conversations that might lead you somewhere else, with him. You have no problem talking with his brothers, or talking with him when around his brothers, but he had approached you once or twice alone and you had babbled and stuttered enough to make you scurry away whenever you have the chance.
But love, mostly, when there’s even a single sign, a fleeting chance you might be falling again, makes you protect yourself, it makes you defensive, building walls taller and thicker than what they used to be, shielding yourself with steel doors and a million locks wrapping around chains.
Love is frightening, sure, because it might leave you broken. It can leave you in pieces, destroy you to the very core. It leaves you falling, hard and fast and you can’t hold onto anything, onto anyone, and you hit the floor, and you’re left there, bleeding out, with just you to stitch yourself up, alone, tired and hurt.
So you do nothing, and wait for it to pass. He’d leave, eventually, to some mission that takes him months to come back, if he ever does, and boy, you might even think he does just to annoy you.
Because he comes back every time, his body carries him with a confidence you sometimes envy, and it always leads him back to you.
It’s a knock on the door that pulls you out of your thoughts. He’s there, leaning on the frame as if he reigned the space, a king coming so casually to see his people.
“Yes?” You ask, because he doesn’t say anything and you don’t know what else you could say.
And he enters, as if the cramped office was his, and it’s not the first time he’s been there, but there is no reason for him to sit in the chair in front.
Your breath hitches when he leans over.
“I have a question,” it’s all he lets go, his voice sends shivers down your spine and you wonder if he knows what he does to you.
He must, because otherwise he wouldn’t be there.
His eyes follow your movements, from the way you turn your datapan off to how you lean back against the back of the chair. The corners of his lips turn upwards just the slightest.
“Alright.” You close your eyes a moment to kick yourself mentally, you don’t have to be so awkward, you think, but then again, you don’t know how not to be awkward around him. “Shoot.”
“Would you consider going out with me?”
There’s a silence, because with him you always let silences make their way between the two of you. With widened eyes and pated lips, you stare at him, searching for an indication that he might be joking, but his face betrays nothing, so you ask,
“Going out with you?” Just to confirm.
He nods, once, a small frown on his face as he takes a paperwork that has been sitting for too long on your desk, disinterested in its contents as his eyes go back to yours.
“As in, a date.” Your heart skips a beat and you take in the possibilities, and among all of them where you say yes, you see yourself getting your heart broken.
You shake your head,
“I don’t know.” You admit, because you really don’t.
“I won’t break your heart if that’s what you’re worried about.” His tone is like he’s talking about the weather and your eyes snap at him, only to find his amber orbs already searching for yours. “Tech told me that’s why you wouldn’t speak to me.”
You should’ve known better than to confide Tech such a secret.
Crosshair looks at you, really looks at you, as if he could see your soul, grab your heart and hold it tight, kiss it better and patch it’s bruises.
“I won’t let it break, as long as you don’t let mine break either.”
And it’s such a vulnerable thing to say, you think, to open yourself to someone enough to let them know you feel scared too.
Maybe it’s a path you can both walk, a mutual arrangement you can take, holding his hand as you go down.
You want to trust him, you’ll have to trust him.
“Yeah,” your voice is a whisper, one that cuts the silence and reaches him softly, the words holding him as he falls and you hope he is there when you fall, too, “Sure, I’ll go out with you,” you say, and he smiles, the action making the butterflies you’ve been kept caged for so long flutter wildly in your stomach, “as in, a date.”
Rebels!Rex/Wolffe/Gregor x F!Reader
NSFW – 18+ ONLY
- You’re a biologist sent to study the joopa worms on Seelos. When things go south, three ‘relics’ come to your rescue…
- The Doc goes slinging.
- Space!Skyping with the boss…
- Time to see what’s inside the crawler…
- Making repairs with the Captain…
- Catch and release…
- You and Gregor find the joopa hatchery… among other things.
- The Captain gets jealous…
- The Commander get his turn…
- Foursome lmao
- More foursome
- After the incident…
- The Doc and Wolffe go shopping…
I love this unique take on the clones!
Deeper Than Love (Din Djarin x GN!Reader)
“She’s beautiful, she looks kind… she probably gives you butterflies…”Word Count: 2.1kTags: soulmate AU, ANGST, allusions to unrequited love, fluff, happy ending, canon violence, canon rewriteSummary: Soulmates were hard to find, but finding trust was even harder.
Neither of you had expected to fall into rhythm with each other, but when it happened, you never shied away. It was slow, nearly agonizingly so, but you’d eventually come to terms with the fact that you and Din just… worked.
One-Shot: Crosshair + “I’m not cold”
Crosshair x f!reader, pre-Order 66. No one requested it, I just wrote it for my own amusement. Mostly because I realized I had never written for Crosshair before and I wanted to try it.
Word Count: Roughly 3400-ish
Warning: Reader threatened with a blaster
“Watch out, Gonky!” Wrecker warned, his voice loud in the small space.
“Gonk!” Clash. Clatter. Thud.
“Wrecker?” you called. “Is everything okay back there?”
“Yeah, Gonky just knocked over Cross’s kit,” Wrecker explained.
From the noises you could hear in the back of the Havoc Marauder, the large trooper was trying to clear up the mess. It didn’t sound like he was entirely successful, especially with all of the swearing from him and gonking from Gonky.
Ever helpful, you bounced to your feet and headed back there. Sure enough, the tangle of weapons from Crosshair’s kit was only being scattered further by Wrecker’s attempts to put it all back in the neat box.
“How about I take care of this and you get Gonky somewhere safe?” you offered.
“That sounds great,” Wrecker accepted with gratitude. He picked up the GNK droid and moved past you with it tucked under one of his massive arms. Wrecker’s free hand patted you warmly on the shoulder and you smiled up at him. “Thanks!”
“Not a problem!” you chirped. You were always willing to lend a hand, especially since you knew that Wrecker had the next guard shift and would probably try to catch some sleep while he could.
Working with Clone Force 99 was a dream assignment for you. Your constant good mood made you especially willing to help out with anything you could aboard the small ship. Cheerfully, you began to disentangle Crosshair’s rifle from a length of cord that had managed to wind itself around everything.
You were so deeply absorbed in your task that you didn’t hear Crosshair’s light footsteps approaching. “What the kriff do you think you’re doing?” he demanded.
ummmmm so this is self indulgent “smut” bc i struggle with penetration sometimes and i wrote this to comfort myself lol. i’ve been sitting on parts of this for awhile and so here it is, unedited
warnings: NSFW, 18+ (secondary/intermittent) vaginismus; reader feels like shit; mentions of anal; boba has feelings what will he do with them?
“Relax, mesh’la,” Boba murmurs in your ear. He has you reclined against him, between his legs. He’s got one large hand between your legs, the other on your breast and his lips on your neck. One large finger is trying to coax you open as gently as he can, “That’s it,” he praises, the tip of his finger nudging at your opening. “That’s it, princess.”
for a req prompt, how about senator!reader and fox schenanigans on coruscant? (and eep i feel the too many crosshair wips so hard)
Summary: A mischievous remark at a meeting with the Chancellor pulls an unexpected reaction from Commander Fox.
Pairing: Commander Fox x gn!Senator!Reader
Warnings: palpatine >:(, smutty at the end, thigh riding, semi-public, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. 18+, fluff ish.
Word count: 1010 (omg like cc-1010 awbckasbdckabdc this was literally a coincidence zvgsnkczncv)
A/N: in the process of fulfilling this request i wrote another fox x reader piece that’s done and currently hiding in the drafts whOOPS
i hate that i will never not find this dialogue hilarious [ID: The scene of Andy giving codenames from Parks and Rec, with the characters from Star Wars The Mandalorian, instead. Fennec says “From this point on, we will be using codenames. I will be ’Eagle One.’ Bo Katan is ’Been There Done That.’” Bo has her face in her hands, “Boba is ’Currently Doing That’” (Boba says Yeah! I am! as he and Fennec high five) “Cobb is ’It Happened in a Dream Once.’ Koska is ’I’d Be Lying If I Said I Haven’t Thought About It.’ Mando is… ’Eagle Two.’” Din looks relieved through the helmet as he says “Oh thank the gods.” /END ID]
[ID: Fennec is shooting two blasters in the background as she says “‘If I Had To Pick A Twink’ is in position!” Luke looks bewildered and stops in the middle of a lightsaber pose as he exclaims, “Excuse me!?” /END ID]
how do you think frankie baby would react to you just needing a little attention? 🥺
ohhh yes yes yes
ayyy so just hear me out
imagine taking a hot bath with Tech, and maybe not even in a sexy/flirty way but actually sharing a tender (and a rare) moment of being so close and enjoying the feeling of intimacy and pure love and being able to take care of each other
i would die for this prompt ughhhhhh so maybe you’ll like it too idk
Ah! The most tender of moments! I too, love mutual cuddle bubble baths!
Not exactly NSFW, but it is suggestive so yeet off children
You shut the door to the hotel room with a sigh, sinking against the wall. “Oh, Kriff.” You grinned, glancing over at Tech, who was brushing some invisible dust off his civvie clothes. “I’m so glad Hunter gave everyone a night off.”
any more thoughts on the indiana jones!din au that didn't make it into the rubicon? 👀 because i love that little universe!! and it's been living in my head rent free since i read it
Aar! Thank you so much for enabling me and your lovely comments on that wee drabble (I’ll reply properly eventually)! I’m sort of thinking of doing a series/bunch of non-linear, write-scenes-as-inspiration-strikes one-shots within the same universe, so here’s some little bits about Indy!Din and his favourite academic:
- Similarly to the actual Indiana Jones, Din is a professor of archaeology, a bit of a ‘Jack of all trades’ when it comes to ancient civilisations, but he spent a lot of time in Egypt with his mentor when he was younger and is so most well versed in Egyptian civilisation, and that tends to be what he teaches. You’re a classicist specialising in the era of the Roman Republic and are pretty well respected in that regard, but some of your own personal research involves trying to find out more about a mysterious artefact that seems to lurk on the edges of texts and fragments, on broken pieces of pottery and faded frescos. Your peers would look down on you were you to be open about this research, believing you were chasing fairy tales, but when Din is approached by people looking for something awfully similar to what you described to him, during one late night spent in his office, he knows he’d need to take you along with him to have even half a chance of finding it
- Before the adventure, you and Din were already close friends at work. Your office is nearer to the exit than Din’s is so he would often pop his head through the door to wave goodbye at the end of a day, maybe have a quick chat if you weren’t too busy. If he hadn’t done it in a few days, you’d swing by his office to check on him and make sure he wasn’t working himself too hard (also maybe you really looked forward to the times he would stop by upon returning from his ‘conferences’, having missed the little ritual while he was away)
- The Rubicon covers the shift from friendship to something decidedly more and your first kiss, but it takes some time before you kiss again. The time between your first and second kisses is punctuated by soft touches, pushing hair away from eyes, brushing dirt off faces, holding hands while exploring caves and ancient ruins. It takes both of you escaping a close shave (again) for Din to kiss you for a second time, and it comes the morning after, both of you having collapsed onto his bed the night before, too tired to move and promptly falling asleep. Din wakes the next morning to find you pressed against him and his arm stretched across your back, and the lingering tiredness and adrenaline leaves him without any inhibitions when he leans in to wake you up with a gentle kiss
Din Night (but it’s the next day)
A really old fun fact: there’s a town in my country that has an Obi-Wan Kenobi street. Like, this is a real street that exists and you can live in. It’s a normal street, but it’s named after Obi-Wan, and I live for that.
Ulica Obi-Wana Kenobiego in Poland!
Oh mah god...... Ya know how Cody basically adopted the Bad Bitch? What if that's his first instinct when he sees baby animals...... He just scoops em up..... And Rex finds him on his bunk with like.... 18 tooka kits..... Once at a debriefing he was holding his helmet upside down, neck hole up, and when Obi Wan asked why, a little puppy with only one eye popped out..... Cody gave the pup to Wolffe..... Cody is Dad™
everyone outside the 212th think waxer and boil are the Dads™ but everyone in the 212th know differently. rex suspects cody told the rest of the vode about numa for the sole purpose of red-herring them all away from his own adoption tendencies. just like. do you really think the commander under Obi-Dad Kenobi wouldn’t give in to his base Mando instincts? nah, mate, he and plo have an unspoken competition on who can adopt the most clones.
Crosshair has his walls up, but he secretly craves touch. When he finally figures out he enjoys your affectionate touches he is deeply greedy but also standoffish. He is a little mean when the others are around because he doesn't want them to know he likes it when you touch him but eats it up behind their backs. Obviously you are confused the first time this happens. What did you do wrong? He snapped at you earlier for just brushing his hand and now he wants to lie in your lap when alone in your bunk?
Pairing: Crosshair x gn!Reader
Warnings: minor injury, mention of blood once, mostly fluff, minor angst though not long lasting.
Word count: 1224
A/N: i really feel like tea right now, like a passionfruit or strawberry drink