Fox tags along on a smuggling bust one (1) time and subsequently wishes he’d never been decanted.
Well, he’s arrested the perp a lot more than just one time, actually, but that very first tackle into a chokehold and electrocuffs more than sufficed to turn the fates against him - the fates, and Cody, the insufferable twat. They’re not actually even batchmates, the lot of them, and going by numbers Fox was decanted long before them (long as in seconds or minutes, no one actually knows), but Seventeen put them all in a training room together and then stupid kriffing Kote looked him up and down, nodded, and hasn’t stopped calling him vod’ika since.
“Why is one of the Republic’s most wanted criminals asking to speak to you, vod’ika?”, Cody asks, without any preamble, almost making Fox cut the holocall on principle. He would, if General Kenobi wasn’t right there next to the little shit. “And why do I not like his tone?”
Fox has to resist the urge to close his eyes and scream, making do with a deep sigh instead. Force curse the day Cody decided to adopt-nap him, and Wolffe following suit immediately. “Weequay, shifty eyes, stupid fucking pirate bandana?”
Cody’s eyes narrow suspiciously, and Kenobi’s eyebrows raise simultaneously. It’s more than a little creepy.
Fox rolls his eyes so hard he sees stars. “Tell him he can go space himself, unless he wants me to do it for him. And then tell him that if he sends me fuzzy fucking socks again I might just hunt him down and do it anyways.”
Past the slide of the door, Thorn’s unmistakable cackle reaches Fox. And Cody, going by the narrowing of his eyes. “Don’t tell him that, ori’vod, he’s probably into that”, Thorn calls out, gleefully, and Force Fox really should’ve kept this to himself in the first place.
He would’ve, actually, but the constant stream of strange presents into Guard headquarters is hard to miss. It was Alderaanian chocolates, last week, which Fox pawned off on the Shinies. A box from a store with a blacked out label before that, which he launched out the window with burning ears before Thire could get a closer look at it.
“Actually”, Thorn continues, happily, “I don’t think it matters much if you do tell him anything - it’s not like the Commander has been the most graceful courtée, and that hasn’t done anything to discourage our favorite smuggler.”
“Marshall Commander”, Fox hisses, because he’s a pissy bitch, and then, because all professionalism has gone out the window anyways, “This is why Stone is my favourite.”
Thorn’s wounded gasp is lost over Kenobi’s thoughtful hum, and Cody’s patented I’m-going-to-do-something-incredibly-stupid-and-you-can’t-stop-me glare. “That would explain why we have Hondo Ohnaka accosting our troopers about your flavour preferences concerning fruit candies. But the one asking to speak to you is Cad Bane, Marshall Commander.”
The string of curses Fox lets out at that is loud enough to have Mauler stick his head in the com room to ask if everything is alright, and Thorn roll on the floor with howling laughter.
Force curse the day he ever slapped electrocuffs on Hondo Ohnaka, and double-curse the one he threw Cad Bane to the floor with a scissor leg takedown.
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My Poe/Lucy ((NOT a ship)) fusion because I love fusing these people TT ❤️💜
I envision this as a plot point w a fusion based ability - being used to strengthen abilities and completely baffle foes by forcing them to become entirely new people
So I used Lucy’s post-guild-fall outfit mostly and some of her og fit combined. The hair bandana is absolutely meant to mimic cat ears, they’re cat coded
I imagine their combined ability is Cask Of Amontillado inspired! Anne, the puppet, would look more like a jester -> like in the story. Combined with Poe’s world-making ability, Anne’s room becomes a massive labyrinth that traps its captors within the walls
Ideally, they’d be able to summon more than one Anne to chase people through the labyrinth.
She’s nervous and easily a bit agitated but above all very dedicated to his work and his loved ones
I imagine she jumps back n forth with pronouns
Also these two learning they’re both orphaned would be neat and they both have like tears in their clothes for some reason TT e.g. Lucy’s skirt and Poe’s suit jacket
Bonus Pre-Guild outfit combo sketch!!
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Hi
Since I’m in some sort of writers block moment, I bring u a snippet from an unfinished little sequel to my John Price x Reader feet kink fic. Wrote this before my lil writers block, there might be some mistakes. No actual smut in this one but some teasing. MDNI
Tw: feet kink. If it’s not your thing, scroll away. 🦶👣🦶
F!reader x John Price
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After his ‘secret’ was out, Price dropped all pretense, almost excitedly demanding to see your manicures and in particular pedicures, when he knew you had gotten your nails done. He always knew - he paid for it after all, sometimes shyly requesting colours.
Even though you didn’t quite get what his thing was with your feet, you didn’t mind it - especially not when you realized how easily you could turn him on sometimes. How you could rile him up with almost nothing, knowing this little dirty ‘secret’ of his.
So, when he had caught you masturbating - you were horny and missed him, and he wasn’t even supposed to be home that early - he stopped you before you could finish, making you whine and whimper. But no mercy was shown and since you had dinner reservations out, you behaved, not wanting to sit on a burning, spanked ass.
Dinner was a wonderful experience however and you almost forgot your little plan - until he teased you as you waited for your desserts, asking if you wanted his hand or belt.
And while you were in the punishment boat, you figured that you might as well go down big. Which was why you slipped off one of your shoes discreetly beneath the dinner table, your feet hidden by the white tablecloth, pressing it against his knees while casually answering, “hm, I don’t know. Technically I didn’t finish, did I?”
You didn’t even wait a second before moving your foot a little further up his leg, the realization on his face worth every spank you might earn yourself. His jaw dropped open for a moment, which almost made you giggle - and then your big, bad SAS soldier blushed, much to your delight.
“Bloody hell, bird,” he rumbled, one hand sliding beneath the table, to catch your ankle. His hand was warm and the strong fingers held onto you as you snickered when the waiter then returned to the table. You were given your desserts and while Price was slightly red in the head, you thanked the waiter with a happy smile.
The moment the waiter left, his eyes were instantly back at you as you innocently picked at your icecream, feeling the hand tightening around your ankle.
“You’re diggin’ your own grave deeper, pet,” he muttered - to which you smiled over at him, slowly taking a bite of your ice, letting out a small, over dramatic pleased moan - before stretching your foot, pressing your toes against his groin.
You could see the way his jaw tensed and you wiggled your toes a little, his grip tightening even more before he pushed you away a little. A part of you were convinced you could feel his cock harden beneath your toes.
“Sweetheart,” there was a warning tone to his voice, as he pushed your foot away, a slight red color to his cheeks.
“Eat your ice cream,” you answered, teasingly acting as if you weren’t feeling yourself getting wet from the way his voice became a little darker, “before it melts.”
You wondered if you could make him cum like this, from having his cock touched by your foot, even with the fabric of the pants and boxers between it. If he would roll his hips and grind against them, if he would keep his grip on your ankle and move your foot as he pleased. If he would stain his pants - or if he would just do the walk of shame with a boner.
John Price, the big bad captain who often made you scream with how well he fucked you, leaving you an absolute dripping mess, let out a huff. Then turned to his ice cream, picking up his spoon as you pulled your foot away , slipping into your shoe again.
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