For the smut writing sentence starter:
"Is that how you usually get out of these situations? By fucking your way out of them?" Fox/Fives
If that interests you? :D
*tilts head this way* *tilts head that way*
This... This didn't come out really smutty but humorous with a dash of competence kink?
Warnings: Brief moment of violence towards a bound Fox. Not by Fives. I promise that.
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Fives grunted when his bound arms smacked painfully against the wall he had been thrown into. He nearly cracked his skull as well but only nearly. Still, with the pain radiating from his arms, Fives let himself slide down on the floor with a hiss.
He could hear the other trooper who had already been occupying the small room talk back to the hulking Devaronian that had tossed Fives like he was a sack of meilooruns.
" - unnecessary damage. There are other kriffing ways to get rough, you know. If you want a lesson, I'd be more than happy to give you one."
Fives lifted his head to see the Devaronian take a menacing step closer to the bound trooper, whose smile showed more teeth than was appropriate in polite company.
Then again, Fives mused as the thug got close enough to kick the lying vod. This was no polite company.
Fives winced when the Devaronian's boot came in contact with the other clone's stomach but Fives wasn't surprised to see the vod twist his body so that the impact was lessened. Still, it must've hurt like kriff because the vod wheezed painfully, curling up.
But what surprised Fives was the fact that when the trooper turned to look up at the Devaronian, the toothy smile hadn't budged an inch.
Actually, he looked even more feral than before.
"Harder, please," the vod purred, kriffing purred, and winked.
Both Fives and the Devaronian's jaws dropped and for a moment Fives feared that the thug would get mad. But it seemed that this ballsy (or unhinged) vod's actions took the Devaronian by such surprise that he actually stepped back with a look of disgust and instead spat on the trooper's face before turning around and left
The door slid close with a bang, the sound of the lock engaging following.
Still a little stunned, Fives watched the older clone squirm and heave himself into a sitting position because he was clearly a lot older than Fives. Even in the dimness of the room Fives could see the silver on his temples and the old scars on his face, one which cut through the left side of his mouth.
"Seems like someone needs to rethink their Kink List," the vod snorted as he used the wall as support and bent himself nearly in half so that he could wipe away at least some of the Devaronian's spit. "If I wanted to be spat at, I would've stayed on shift," he added with a mutter.
"Is that how you usually get out of these situations? By fucking your way out of them?" Fives blurted the first thing that came to his mind.
The other clone froze, almost as if he had forgotten Fives' presence.
Fives winced when the vod slowly unfurled himself, staring Fives dead in the eye.
"The kriff you just said?" he asked calmly, almost eerily so. The toothy grin from earlier was gone, replaced by a bland, professional expression that wouldn't have looked out of place on Commander Cody's face.
Fives felt his face heat up and he could only shrug awkwardly before tilting his head towards the locked door.
The vod's eyes flickered in that direction before returning back to staring at Fives. "The answer to your question, ARC trooper, is a big fat 'no'," he replied eventually after the longest seconds of Fives' whole life.
He was about to apologize, when the vod continued, almost nonchalantly:
"I'm more of the type who fucks around and finds out," he informed even as he tapped his left boot on the floor, springing out a small vibroknife.
Fives felt his jaw drop for the second time as the trooper twisted and shimmied his way until he managed to drop the vibroknife behind him and unlatch the cuffs. He stood up, rubbing his wrists as he walked to Fives.
"What about you, ARC trooper? From what I know, 501st boys are always ready to fuck around," the vod asked Fives, kneeling smoothly before him, the vibroknife hanging loosely in his fingers.
"How did you - ? Who are you?" Fives asked, baffled and he felt a different kind of twist in his guts when that toothy grin returned, the other trooper oozing a level of competence Fives had only seen the Alphas wield back on Kamino.
"If you help me find out who the kriff thinks it's smart to grab a pair of troopers in the middle of the street, I'll tell you my name," he suggested mischievously, and this time Fives swallowed, torn between leaning away and leaning forward. "If you find that fork-tongued bastard, make sure to punch his face in and I might do even more than just tell my name."
"Sir, yes sir," Fives gasped and for a second he forgot that he was still cuffed too, paindully yanking his arm as he had tried to salute.
"Good soldier," the vod praised, dropping voice into a low purr, and oh kriff, why did that make Fives' cock stir?
What had the trooper said earlier? Something about a Kink List?
Fives might just have to consult him on that too.
But first, he had a Devarionian to hunt down.
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Spit is never an option. Almost.
Trying hard to write some sweet romantic post S3Ep5 Crosshunt. Unfortunately, I strongly support the opinion that Crosshair was responsible for keeping inventory on the Marauder. And in his absence, Echo. And definitely, with only Hunter and Wrecker on board, the ship became a messy flying disaster.
So, Crosshair/Hunter chat drabble. Nothing graphic, only suggestive. Still, minors, back off.
Hunter, gravely: No lube.
Crosshair: You didn't have anyone in my absence. How touching.
Hunter smiles, hopefully.
Crosshair: No.
Hunter makes his best puppy eyes.
Crosshair: No, spit is not an option, Hunter. And it's… been a while for me, too.
Hunter: Can I say ‘how touching’?
Crosshair: Don't you dare.
Hunter produces a medkit.
Crosshair: Seriously? Half of a small tube of bacta gel, and you want, what, fuck it up?
Hunter: Very much.
Crosshair rolls his eyes.
Crosshair, carefully: That other girl, Lyanna, gave Omega some hand cream.
Hunter: No.
Crosshair, agreeing reluctantly: Right, we're not using Omega's things for… this.
Hunter: We have some salad oil from Shep.
Crosshair: The one that is spicy?
Hunter dips a finger in a bottle, tastes, grimaces: Well, maybe not that…
Crosshair: Hunter.
Hunter, licking his fingers absentmindedly: Yeah, it's spicy.
Crosshair, not able to tear his eyes from Hunter: Spit?
Hunter: Spit.
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