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My tags Are: Forced Orgasm, Public Humiliation, Growing Up either Fox/Jango or, if Its not you style, Fox/Thorn
I gave the Fox/Jango a shot! Some implied Fox/Thorn there too.
There had been other attempts to curb this sort of behaviour; separating the clones in question, decommissioning repeat offenders, but still it kept happening. 1010 was a repeat offender, but one with enough promise Jango was reluctant to throw him away.
If precious punishments hadn’t stuck, they just needed to find one that would. 1010 was too prideful, too sure his Sim scores would save him, but pride could be beaten down just like anything else.
“Keep going,” Jango instructs.
1010’s shoulders climb higher but he does what he’s told, stroking his dick as he stands naked in front of the rest of his training unit. They watch in utter silence, barely daring to breathe. It makes 1010’s ragged breathing all the louder. None dare disobey Jango and look away as much as he’s sure they’d like too.
Two targets, one shot: make an example of 1010 and bring them all in line. This is what happens if you fuck your brothers. This is where you’ll end up.
The clone 1010 had been caught with had finished quickly, eyes locked over the heads of his cohort he’d come across the floor and then stood to attention. 1010 is fairing worse. He strokes his dick over and over and nothing happens. It drags out longer and longer and the tension threatens to break.
If he can’t come Jango will have to decide to let him free or keep them here until someone passes out. Neither are ideal. He wouldn't have started this if he couldn't see it through, he’s not like 1010.
“Drop it,” Jango says, and like a massiff, 1010 does. He doesn’t relax. Some of the others, some who won’t ever climb as high as 1010 is set to, do. They think they’re done; 1010 knows better. His throat bobs and he clenches his jaw tight to hide a tremble. He’s a smart man, too smart to get caught like this multiple times. He’ll learn not to be sloppy.
Jango steps up behind 1010, right up behind him. 1010 flinches but steadies himself, not pulling away from Jango’s fatigues against his back. 1010 is as tall as Jango is now, but still carries a little youthful slimness. He’ll shed that in the next year, bulking out to a perfect copy. Perfect except for his perversions.
Jango reaches around 1010 and grabs his dick. It’s soft despite 1010’s previous efforts. It shrinks even further in Jango’s hand. Now he doesn’t like being touched? Typical.
Jango strokes him, 1010 trembling and twisting to look anywhere but at him, but neither of them get what they want. 1010 can’t go back in time and avoid touching his brothers and Jango can’t get him hard.
But it hadn’t been his cock the other clone had been touching.
“We’ll do this until you come,” Jango says. “No one leaves.”
This close 1010 can’t hide anything, not the little hiccups in his breath, not the way his face is hot with humiliation, not the way that Jango’s hand isn’t working. He won’t be able to hide if something else works better.
Jango pushes two fingers into 1010’s ass. The slip in smoothly, lube from his indiscretion with the other clone
1010 flinches like it's dry.
And his cock twitches.
Pathetic.
Jango thrusts his fingers in and out of 1010’s ass and 1010 whimpers. He squirms. He struggles. He gets hard.
Jagno isn’t the only one who notices. No one says a word, but there’s a ripple in the audience as they shift uncomfortably. They watch 1010’s body betray him, squeezing around Jagno’s probing fingers as his cock starts to leak as Jango jerks him off. They watch as he gasps, as his face flames red and he jerks his hips back into Jango.
1010 tenses, and Jango isn’t here to provide him with pleasure. 1010 comes and Jango releases him. He pulls his fingers out and lets go of 1010’s cock. 1010 hisses like he’s in pain, but has enough discipline to avoid grabbing himself. He twitches through the ruined orgasm, painting a line of come onto the floor in front of him.
No one moves. No one dares too. 1010 stands in place, shaking and looking at no one. They all look at him, still heeding Jango’s orders. Good. Jango wipes his fingers on his pant leg. It’s not a lesson anyone will soon forget.
“Clean up this mess,” Jango orders. “The rest of you return to your pods.”
1010’s face is streaked with humiliated tears. They won’t catch him with another clone again, Jango is sure of it.
Hi again! As per the random tag generator prompt, would you be able to write Dogma/Hardcase with tags Embarrassment, Breathplay, Huddling for Warmth. Jeez I had no idea there were so many different pregnancy tags, took me forever to be able to avoid them 😂
I had plans for how to include huddling for warmth but too many words 😔
I need to write Dogma more, he's so fun to bully.
Dogma’s hands fit too well around Hardcase’s throat, thumbs crossing at the front over the windpipe, palms wrapped around the side of his neck, fingers tucked between Hardcase and the pillow under his head. Dogma’s choked a Separatist before, but it wasn’t like this. He’d been behind them, his forearm right across their throat, his other hand tight on his wrist, pulling it tighter. They’d gone from kicking and scrambling to a a dead weight on top of him, and he’d held them a little longer to make sure they stayed that way.
He’d worried this would remind him of that.
It’s worse.
“Come on, Dogma,” Hardcase says, voice and smile too big for what he’s asked for. Everyone says they want to throttle me and no one ever does.
“Don’t rush me,” Dogma snaps. This is dangerous. It’s stupid and reckless and it must be against some reg that Dogma’s too distracted to remember. Distracted because Hardcase is wiggling under him, his cock pressed up against Dogma’s ass. Distracted because Hardcase is looking at him with that stupid expression he gets sometimes that Dogma doesn’t like thinking about.
“Someone’s got to rush you. We’ll be here all night if you don’t get a move on.” Hardcase flexes his neck and it all moves under Dogma’s hands. It’s horribly intimate. “And someone might catch us.”
Dogma can’t be caught. Not after curfew. Not with Hardcase.
He swallows—suddenly very aware of how his own throat bobs now he can feel how Hardcase’s does—and squeezes. Some things happen instantly: Hardcase stops talking, his voice replaced with a croak, and his breath cuts out. Other things are slow: Hardcase’s steady pulse starts to throb more urgently under his hands, his shoulders tense.
Hardcase’s cock is still sticking up in his ass, but it’s not what gets Dogma’s rushing to join in.
It’s the power. And it’s because Hardcase asked him to do this and not someone else. His cock goes from only half hard to aching in only a matter of seconds.
Dogma pulls in a breath Hardcase can’t take and shoves down the urge to jerk his hips.
Hardcase goes redder and redder, his pulse gets slower and slower. He stares up at Dogma with decreasing clarity. He doesn’t try to throw Dogma off him. He doesn’t fight like the Separatist had fought. He lies there and trusts in Dogma’s judgement.
Hardcase is so hot. So is Dogma, but a different kind. His skin feels too tight and the only thing that makes any sense is how Hardcase’s throat feels constricted under his hands. He’s doing this. He’s going to bring Hardcase to the brink of death and then give him the best orgasm of his life instead. Hardcase is going to beg him to do this again.
Dogma comes. It hits almost out of nowhere, but with a force that seizes his entire body. He hunches over with a desperate moan and his hands slip. Hardcase pulls in a ragged gasp, his whole chest shifting under Dogma.
Dogma ruined it. Another wave crashes through him all the same, prolonging his humiliation.
By the time he’s blinking blearily at Hardcase, Hardcase looks more composed than he feels.
“You came from just that?” Hardcase wheezes, taking a rough gasp between almost every word.
There’s a long line of come up Hardcase’s chest and up his chin. There’s a break along his neck where Dogma’s hands were.
“I didn’t—” Didn’t what? He clearly did. “I’ve never—” Except he has, and Hardcase might not know that, but he’d probably suspect. “I—” His come stands out so starkly against Hardcase’s red face.
“That’s incredible!” Hardcase doesn’t gasp between those words, just before and after. “You’re incredible."
Dogma doesn’t feel incredible, he feels like a fool who shot off too early when he wasn’t even the one being touched.
“I was—”
This time he’s cut off by Hardcase’s mouth crashing against his. It’s not a good kiss. Hardcase is clumsy and still recovering, and Dogma is too busy mapping his way to the closest airlock to worry about kissing back.
“What else makes you come so fast?” Hardcase asks, eyes bright even if he coughs right after. “I bet we can find something that does it even faster? You could spank me?”
Dogma’s face goes redder than Hardcase had managed even in the middle of being choked. He buries it in his hands, but he can’t hide the way his cock twitches, lending truth to Hardcase’s guess.
This one really spoke to me. It got long enough that it' s crossposted to Ao3 :D
Fi strips off her blacks, dropping them on top of the pile of her armour. She pulls her bra off over her head and wiggles out of her underwear, flicking it onto top of everything else with her foot. Between her legs she has the same dark hair but unlike Sev and the rest of Delta she’s shaved hers into a neater, narrower line. Sev’s seen the style before, in the mags that Fixer collects but never seems to use.
Sev jerks her eyes away just as she realises her face is warm. She’s fast enough that she’s definitely not looking when Fi turns to shoot her a stupid little smirk and slips into the pool.
She lets out a long sigh. Sev’s sweaty blacks itch against her skin.
“Are Omega mongrels incapable of following orders,” she demands. How did she get paired with this one of all of them? She’d thought Atin was the worst option, but she’d take Atin over this.
Fi ducks her head under the water. When she pops back up her hair—longer than regulation says it should be on top and then cut almost to the scalp along the sides with a lined pattern shaved into it. If she was one of Vau’s instead of Skirata’s he’d have shaved the whole thing off as punishment for her vanity. Fi lays back, floating in the water, arms and legs spread out, hair floating around her.
“There’s no one home, Sev’ika. Too afraid of Vau Buir to have a little fine.” She’s got the same body as any of them. Her breasts sit flat on her chest and Sev’s eyes have never been pulled towards Boss or Fixer’s like they are to Fi’s. The nipple glints with something silver.
“Did you consider they might have security?” Fancy apartment like this, big enough to have a rooftop pool in Triple Zero? Of course they have the money for a high quality security system.
“You don’t trust Ordo to have taken care of it? She’ll be hurt.” Fi rolls out of her float, treading in place. The water laps at her chest. “It’s nice, Sev. Warm, not like the training pools on Kamino.” A strand of hair sticks to her skin over her shoulder down over her collarbone and curls over her left breast.
“We have a job to do,” Sev says. Her shoulder still twinges from the last time Fi talked her into doing something stupid.
Fi snorts. “Knew you Delta girls didn’t know how to have any fun.”
Sev throws her helmet down with a clatter. The rest of her armour followed right after it. Fi is struck dumb, and the expression is almost worth how much osik they’re going to catch for this, except it doesn’t last long, quickly turning to delight.
The water is warm. Fi was right, for maybe the first time in her life—it’s nothing like the ice cold pools they used to train in. Sev floats away from the edge, kicking her feet gently to keep her head above water. The water wraps around her bare skin, so pleasant after the cling of her sweaty blacks. She closes her eyes and breathes. It’s so easy to lay back like Fi had, to float weightlessly.
Fi’s looking at her, mouth slack, eyes wide. She looks up, realises that Sev has seen her and snaps her mouth shut.
“I told you it was nice.”
It had been. Now Sev feels more naked than she’s ever felt in her life, including standing at attention being examined by Kaminoans. Fi’s eyes crawl over her skin and… and…
The water is too hot. This, like all of Fi’s other ideas, was a bad one.
The piercings glint on Fi’s nipples and under the water her body shimmers and distorts but Sev knows. She throbs between her legs.
Sev kicks away from Fi, back towards the edge.
“You’re going to get us both disciplined," she snaps. She almost jumps right out of the water, but Fi looking at her back makes her feel vulnerable and strange. She turns but that’s just as bad. The shallow end of the pool is behind Fi.
“You just got in!”
“And that was stupid. Get dressed. We’re going back.” She needs out one way or another. Sev puts her hands behind her on the edge and with a kick of her legs, hauls herself out, sitting on the edge of the pool, legs still in the water.
Fi doesn’t move. “I’m not done.”
Why does she have to make everything so difficult? “You will be when I report this to Vau.”
“I’m not scared of him.” Fi pouts, and Sev looks away.
She should be. It also shouldn’t matter. Obedience isn’t about fear, it’s about duty.
The air is cold after the warmth of the water, and being wet just makes it sharper. She sits with her legs still in the water, unable to bring herself to leave it entirely. She might still need to physically drag Fi out after her.
They glare at each other and Fi breaks first. With a huff, she swims after Sev, but Sev’s victory doesn’t last long.
She stops next to Sev, one hand on the edge of the pool. “Just ten minutes, Sev. Have some fun for once.”
“Get out.”
Fi grabs her. It’s just her wrist, but it sparks through Sev’s whole body. She wrenches her arm back, Fi’s hand slipping easily with the water, but that just encourages her. She flails with her other hand, grabbing Sev’s knee for stability. She glares up at Sev. She’s so close, treading water right in front of Sev, one hand on her. Sev could kick her away, but she doesn’t want to be pulled back in.
Fi’s glare flicks down, her cheeks redden, and back up.
Sev grabs her stupid hair, and pulls.
Fi squeaks, her face colliding between Sev’s legs. Her breath rushes over Sev’s cunt and Sev realises her mistake. Fi’s stupidity is contagious; that’s why she’s so dangerous.
“Get off me,” she snaps.
Fi doesn’t. Fi licks her.
Pleasure shudders through Sev, Fi’s tongue running up over her cunt to her clit.
“Fi!”
Was this Fi’s plan? Get her naked and exploit the weakness? It’s a weakness she shouldn't have, but one that is undeniable as Fi keeps licking. Sev is pulling Fi the wrong way, not pulling her away but closer, shaking under Fi’s clumsy tongue. It slides between her folds with obvious focus or goal, just tasting every part of Sev. Fi’s lack of experience doesn’t make it any easier to resist.
Sev falls backwards, the tiles cool against her back, a welcome contrast to the burning in her cunt. Fi’s tongue slides between her legs, probing and then sinking just a little inside her. Sev can’t breathe. It’s only a second and then Fi’s tongue is gone and she’s mercifully empty again. Fi doesn’t go far, flicking her tongue over Sev’s clit again and again and again.
Sev’s hands tighten in Fi’s hair and drag her closer, mashing her whole face against her cunt. Fi, desperate di’kut that she is, doesn’t fight it, she just keeps licking and kissing and—
“Ah!” Sev jerks, arching up into the awful heat of Fi’s mouth. And sucking. She’s tenser than any anger Fi has caused has managed to make her, pulled taut and desperate for release. Release that Fi’s hungry mouth promises.
Fi’s hair leaks more water out over her fingers the harder Sev holds her, and Sev leaks over Fi’s tongue the more Fi sucks on her clit. Fi’s mouth is going to taste like her. Fi won’t be able to undo this. She’ll remember.
Sev thrusts her cunt up into Fi’s mouth and the tension snaps. She bites her lip and the pain muffles the moan. She can’t control the frantic jerking, twitching under Fi’s tongue. Fi flicks at Sev’s tongue until Sev can’t bear it and then keeps going until Sev releases her, until Sev kicks her away.
Fi floats in the water, staring dumbly. Sev feels dumb. She wants to stay flat on her back until she doesn’t. She rolls onto her front and scrambles to her feet.
“Sev,” Fi says breathlessly.
She’d licked Sev’s cunt like it was the best thing she’d ever tasted. Would Fi taste as good? Sev pulls on her armour, focusing limbs that want to tremble to be still.
“I’m going to wait out front. You better be there in ten minutes.” She leaves without looking back. She’s not sure she would leave if she looked back.
She’s wet all over, blacks sticking worse than usual. The wet between her legs is different. Worse.
She needs to convince Scorch to swap pairs with her.
If you're still taking the random generator prompts? 👀 Cody/Rex, Fluff, Human Experimentation, Lactation Kink, Quiet Sex, Fight Sex. These felt like a good balance of plausible (looking at you Human Experimentation) and funky! Thank you for all your wonderful fics! They're an absolute joy to read!
Didn't manage to get the fight sex in, but managed the others to some extent. Lactation isn't for me, but it was a fun challenge, and I hope I mostly managed it?
Growth hormones, Rex had been told, after he’d already had three weeks of injections. It was more than he’d ever expected to get. Something to see if they could grow the clones even faster during their training years without affecting their useful years of service. He didn’t know how many had been part of the testing group, only that it had been called off after three months. His side effects had been deemed tolerable and he’d been returned to standard stock.
Tolerable was a very Kaminoan way of putting it. He was just grateful that it excluded him from any further tests, some of which had had significantly less tolerable results.
Not that that does him any good now.
Rex’s chest aches. The scratchy shirt of his dress greys doesn’t help, irritating his already irritated nipples, wrenching his attention back down to them whenever he moves.
Why did this have to happen when they were in the senate of all places?
Cody’s noticed of course, he fucking notices everything. He’d given Rex a look part way through the morning that might have been intended to be supportive, but just made Rex even more self-conscious of how much his discomfort was affecting him. When they break for midmeal, or what’s left of the break after the morning ran late, Cody is right on Rex’s heels out of the meeting room, pulling him to the side. Many of the others are still locked in conversation, so no one spares them a second glance as they walk past, probably assuming they’re doing the same.
“Let me help,” Cody says, voice low.
Rex shakes his head. There’s nowhere close by that’s private enough. Being caught by a clone would be embarrassing but manageable, being caught by a Jedi? A Senator? Rex’s face burns at even the thought.
“We’re going to be in tactical meetings for the rest of the afternoon. I need you at your best,” Cody says.
“Don’t make this about my performance.” Rex can handle a lot of mortification, but not implying that he can’t do his job because his nipples hurt.
Cody’s face pinches in a way that makes it clear it’s not not about that.
“Fine,” he says, like he’s compromising when it’s very clear he isn’t. “We're going to be in tactical meetings for the rest of the afternoon and I’d like a morale boost.”
Which is how Rex finds himself in a tiny cleaning cupboard with Cody’s hands up the front of his shirt. It wasn’t locked when they tried it, which might mean someone is coming back, and even if they aren’t, they’re just off the corridor back to the meeting room, someone could hear them.
Cody’s fingers brush over Rex’s swollen nipples and that’s almost enough to end this before it starts. Rex jerks, a whine catching in his throat.
“Quiet,” Cody warns him, like he fucking needs to be warned.
Cody is a practised hand at this by now. He rolls both of Rex’s nipples between his fingers. The effect is instantaneous. Milk dribbles out of Rex’s nipple, over the back of Cody’s hand. It’s not enough to fix the discomfort, but it's enough for a wave of relief to rush through Rex. He bites his lip, another whine threatening to burst out of him.
Cody gives him a very self-satisfied look, one he can’t even respond to when Cody’s hands teasing the milk out of him feels so good. There’s a lot to get out, too much to just wipe away.
“Cody, my shirt.” It already had two little damp spots, thankfully covered by his thicker jacket, but if Cody keeps teasing him like this that might not be enough. Cody interprets that as Rex asking him to unbutton the shirt entirely, pushing it away to give him clear access.
Access that he’s quick to turn to his advantage. Cody latches his mouth over one of Rex’s nipples and sucks. Milk squirts from his nipple into Cody’s mouth and Rex’s knees almost buckle. He moans, slapping a hand over his mouth just a second too late to fully catch the noise, but hopefully fast enough to keep them from being heard.
With one hand on his other nipple, still pinching it between thumb and finger, pulling it away from his chest as he milks it, Cody again. It’s a deadly combination. Cody lips on his chest, drawing out the milk goes right down to Rex’s cock. The pleasure jerks upwards with every suck, each one releasing even more pressure and only making him want it more.
Cody pulls back. Rex groans, eyes squeezed shut. Before he can do the inevitable and beg, Cody takes a quick breath and swaps sides.
Rex’s head thumps back against the shelves of cleaning supplies. Cody starts working on Rex’s other nipple, drinking Rex’s milk as he plays with the side he’s already finished with. If Rex comes in his pants that’s going to make an even bigger stain than his leaking nipples.
“Cody,” he whimpers. It’s supposed to be a warning but doesn’t land even close. It doesn’t get Cody to stop. Rex doesn’t want him to, but he should.
There’s voices outside, ones Rex half recognises. That doesn’t get Cody to stop either, and Rex bites down on his lip and tries not to sob with an awful pleasure as Cody’s tongue flicks at his nipple and then sucks hard.
Rex is trembling by the time Cody finally finishes, his chest shining with Cody’s spit. He stands dumbly while Cody buttons his shirt and jacket back up.
“Better?” Cody asks. There’s a line of thin, white at the corner of his mouth.
Rex nods, not trusting his voice. His chest is a lot better, the pressure relieved. He has a different problem. He adjusts his pants over the bulge of his erection. That’ll take care of itself.
Cody wipes his mouth with his thumb, catching the stray milk. He looks at it and then licks it off. Rex’s cock gives a sharp twinge. It won’t take care of itself if Cody keeps doing shit like that.
Which all i can think about is Echo/Fives/Fox rn so enjoy
Somehow, against the odds, the anal sex tag was the one that gave me the most trouble and is barely there.
Also, consider this a kinder future for the fic I just wrote than the one I had in mind when I wrote it :p
Echo and Fox had been at the temperature regulator all day and even into some of the night. Fives had only had to intervene once, sitting down and being increasingly wrong about what might help. Echo hadn’t fallen for it, but Fox is always ready to assume that people are far stupider than he is and was distracted from whatever increasingly heated argument he’d been having with Echo.
Eventually he’d made Fives leave, but by then tempers had settled and he and Echo were back to mostly working together with only the occasional sharp comment.
Not that it had done much good.
It hadn’t done no good. The regulator was still working, even if it rattled and creaked just to make sure everyone was aware of how unhappy it was with its prolonged life. Combined with the emergency life support the ship was cold, but not freezing, and they had enough time to move to a system with less Imperial presence to get repairs rather than taking their chances here.
It still leaves them with a cold week ahead of them. It’s less of a problem during the day when they’re up and moving, but at night Fives and Echo wrap around each other under the blankets and extra clothes they’d piled onto the bunk. Aside from the clothes, that’s not much different from usual. Fox usually sleeps in the cockpit.
Even when they fuck, he leaves soon after, sometimes he lingers, sometimes they’re still catching their breath. If it was the big windows with a view of space all around them that pulled Fox to the cockpit or the preference for solitude, Fives didn’t know. He couldn’t ask. If Fox knew he was being observed his behaviour would change.
“You should stay with us,” Fives says, and Echo rolls his eyes and thankfully out of Fox’s line of sight.
“It’s not that cold,” Fox says, and closes and locks the door to the cockpit, ending the conversation.
Fives should have let Echo and Fox get vicious with each other earlier. Fox deserves it.
He follows Echo into the bunkroom and curls up next to him. It doesn’t take long until under the blankets at least, they’re warm.
“He was never going to agree,” Echo says, pulling Fives back from the brink of sleep.
“If you know him so well, you convince him,” Fives snaps, weariness and a long day leaving him with little patience for Echo’s shit. Echo at least seems to pick up on that, because he falls silent and lets sleep claim them both.
The next night Echo picks a fight over the regulator. It shouldn’t have taken as long to fix as it had. Fox should have listened to him. It’s low effort, but they’ve both been itching for it and Fox meets the challenge. It ends the way many, but not all, of their fights end.
Fives joins them. Echo fingers Fives open while Fox watches, prolonging it until Fives is biting the pillow and even Fox’s self-control is being tested. Only then does Echo push Fox down onto the bed and guide Fives into his cock. It’s such a relief that to finally have more than Echo’s teasing fingers Fives forgets what even led to all this. He rides Fox’s cock and Echo takes Fox’s face. Fox has always been good with his mouth, and Echo shudders as against Fives as Fox eats him out. Fives kisses him and clutches at him, and fucks himself on Fox.
It’s another way to keep warm.
It’s only after that he thinks they should have picked a set up more likely to tire Fox out, instead of letting him lie on his back. It makes the next step harder. Echo wants to crowd him, but Fives lets him have as much space as the narrow bunk allows. It puts him almost entirely on top of Echo, but that’s what Echo wants anyway.
It still has him a little on top of Fox, enough that when Fox makes to leave, it’s all too easy to turn and kiss him and shift just a little closer.
Fox knows what they’re doing, of course he does.
He relaxes back into the bunk. He might leave later, but for now, he’s not going anywhere.
Echo catches Fives’ eye. He doesn’t need to say ‘I told you so’, his expression says it plenty. Fives looks away and doesn’t let Echo spoil the moment.
Cody/Fox + Kink Negotiation, Recreational Drug Use, Eavesdropping, Strip Tease
Some of this is a stretch on those tags. I just think that Cody and Fox would rather eat their own faces than do kink negotiation.
“Are you sure? I want you to be comfortable.”
Cody scrunches up his face, trying to work out where the voice is coming from. Certainly not from Fox, who is a heavy weight against his side. He decides he doesn’t care. He’s floaty and relaxed and doesn’t want to think about what voices belong to who.
But now he's noticed them, they're harder to ignore.
“I want this. I just don’t want to feel obligated. I think it would be fun.”
“No, of course I— Babe, I’d love to watch. I just want to make sure that’s what you want.”
It must be the room over. The walls between the backrooms of 79’s are notoriously thin, thin enough that they don’t offer much more privacy than the bathroom stalls and are only a little cleaner. Cody doesn’t usually mind. The sound of a couple brothers going at it is nothing new. Adds to the experience if anything.
Usually.
“You’ll tell me to stop if you change your mind?”
Cody cracks open an eye, closes it, and then tries again with both. The colours of the ceiling spin and then mostly settle. The edges bleed into each other, all too vivid and too captivating. It’s why he’d closed his eyes in the first place.
The couple are still talking.
“Of course. And you can stop at any time.”
Cody turns to look at Fox, or rather, lets his head fall to the side in Fox’s direction. Fox isn’t looking back at him, he’s fixing the wall between them and the voices with a judgemental sneer.
“Fox,” Cody whispers. Fox ignores him. He doesn’t ignore Cody elbowing him in the side. Fox twists, ready to snap, but stops the second he locks eyes on Cody. Cody normally prides himself on his facial control, but whatever Bly had passed onto them has made his face lax and almost numb, moving without his say-so. Whatever Fox sees in it, it isn’t a fight.
“Fox,” Cody says again, voice low. “Babe. Do you want to have sex. We don’t have to. I wouldn't want to pressure you.”
Fox blinks at him like he’s grown a second head, and then catches up with the joke. Cody would laugh at him, except his own thoughts are slow too, tripping over each other as he tries to get them in line. And he’d much rather laugh at the stupid pair on the other side of the wall.
Fox swings himself into Cody’s lap, landing too heavy too near parts of Cody he doesn’t want the full weight of a man dropped on. “Oh, Cody,” Fox says, matching Cody’s mocking tone. “Please be gentle with me.”
Cody snorts, slapping his hand over his mouth.
In the next room, with enough sincerity that Cody could choke on it, one of the clones is still going. “Sweetheart, you’re gorgeous."
“You’re beautiful, Fox,” Cody says and Fox grins at him with a mouth that’s too wide and stretches wider the longer Cody stares. He blinks and it returns to normal.
Fox makes an attempt at getting his own pants pushed out of the way, then Cody’s, then gives up and just grinds down onto Cody. It works just as well.
“Cody, my love, would it be all right if I shove my cock down your throat and choke you on it? I won’t unless you sign a consent form saying it’s okay.”
Cody presses his hand harder to his mouth and then, finally remembers he doesn’t care. He laughs, jerking his hips up towards Fox.
“Let me write us a fucking ops report before we get started. I’ll draw a diagram.”
Fox looks at him with dark eyes, pupils blown so wide the brown around them is barely more than a memory. He’s smiling the way he always does, like an asshole about to revel in someone else’s suffering. But there’s a softer edge to it, something making holding real malice harder than usual. And they’re revealing in mocking the same person together.
Cody's barely hard, neither is Fox. No one is going to be choking on anything, but it doesn’t matter for much when Fox rubs them together through layers of clothing.
“Let me know if it hurts. I’ll stop,” a voice carries through. It gets a snort from both Cody and Fox, what follows get full body shaking
“It’s okay. I trust you,” the other says.
“Do you trust me?” Fox asks, managing to sound almost as sincere.
“With my whole heart,” Cody says.
Fox wretches, and thankfully doesn’t actually throw up. He blinks at Cody like he wasn’t sure which way it was going to go either.
“Cody, love, do you—”
Bang.
The wall jerks, dust drifting down from somewhere up near the ceiling.
“We can fucking hear you!” a voice yells.
It’s the worst thing they could have done. Fox laughs so hard he falls right out of Cody’s lap. Cody follows right after him. Just as Cody feels like he’s got himself under control, he catches sight of Fox and they’re gone again. If their neighbours ever continue, Cody never finds out.
He and Fox certainly don’t, far too entertained by themselves to even start getting things back on track.
Per the ao3 tag asks, would you be willing to do something Fox/Fives with the tags “not canon compliant”, “public displays of affection” (public-ish), and “secret marriage”?
No worries if it’s not your cuppa tea! :]
So I don't really have much interest in writing about clones being married, so instead I read this "secret relationship" and also threw in a separate fake marriage instead, oops.
Fives’ wife was from one of those families that had been involved in her planet’s politics across so many generations the roles might as well be hereditary. Arli was the second youngest of five which in no way excluded her from the running—her younger sister was a senator’s aide with even greater things ahead of her—but Arli had taken a different approach to things.
Fox watches through a security cam as she guides Fives through the bustling crowd of one of the fancy markets in Coruscant upper levels. He beams at her as he’s dragged around, matching her bubbly excitement perfectly. She’s a good actor. Fives isn’t. Fox is tense every time a journalist manages to corner him alone, but they hadn’t had a lot of options.
It was him or Fox, and no one would believe it if Fox had been the one to claim he was madly in love with some near-human from such a prestigious family. So Fives married her, and Arli did most of the talking.
The feed has no sound, but Fives’ lips move and Arli lights up. She throws herself into his arms, lips crashing against his. He lifts her, her feet dangling in the air, kissing her back deeply. People move around them, giving them looks ranging from exasperation to annoyance to fondness.
If it were anyone else, Fox would be in the middle category; they’re too fucking old to be behaving like love struck teenagers. But the press eats it up.
Fox would deck Fives if he tried something like that with him.
He watches them finish roaming around, noting anyone paying them too much attention and comparing them to pre-existing files. He makes a couple new ones, but doesn’t think they’ll go anywhere. The only two faces he recognises for certain is a twi’lek photographer for one of the rags and a human PI in the employ of Arli’s cousin, but there are other less clear matches.
Fives and Arli finish their public outing, not without her feeding him some candy and her making a show of carrying her bags, and finally get in their private speeder back to their home. Fox follows the car until it’s parked and they’re in the lift up to the condo.
Fox stands from his desk and leaves his office, bringing through a datapad full of notes.
Fives and Arli drop hands once the door closes securely behind them. It’s not a quick drop, not one motivated by dislike—they get on fairly well from Fox’s observations—but simply ir being a pointless gesture now there’s no one to perform for. There’s no point performing for Fox—he’s the one that arranged the whole thing.
“You’re still being followed,” Fox says.
“My in-laws or the Senate?" Fives asks.
“Both.” Unless Fox’s information is way off. The tides are turning though, even if it’s with agonising slowness. People are starting to believe the lie, that Fives and Arli really are just so desperately in love. It’s making her family increasingly motivated to fight for their cause and letting the conversation shift from awful abstract things like ‘are the clones people’ to ‘what right does the senate have to deny a planet’s constitutional right to pass its own laws on citizenship and marriage recognition.’
The latter is a much stronger starting position, one that pulls in a far wider political base, ones that otherwise wouldn't be seen dead supporting clone rights.
Arli pulls off her jacket, revealing the necklace Fox had grabbed for her right at the start of this, one that Fives had made a whole thing out of gifting to her.
“Any news on my uncle’s press conference?” she asks.
“Not yet. It should be starting in an hour.” They’re all optimistic that he’s going to make a bid to the more conservative base about Senate overreach.
Arli nods, brow creased in thought. She acts the carefree newly-wed very well, but Fox has seen too much of her to forget how political savvy she is.
“Good. I’m going to shower and then we can watch it and discuss your next move.” And she’s gone, vanishing into one of the many rooms of the apartment. She’s savvy to other things too.
Fives stares at Fox.
Fox turns and walks back to his office. Fives catches him before he closes the door. He doesn’t kiss Fox like he kissed Arli. There’s no act to it, it’s rougher and less perfect. Maybe Fives can keep his mouth shut and they can not have the conversation that Fives is wearing all over his face.
“I’m sor—”
Fox shoves him away. They do this every time and it was annoying the first time. They’re clones and monogamy is a birther idea. Fox doesn’t care who Fives kisses or sleeps with or loves, certainly not when it’s all pretend anyway.
The public care.
And Fives cares about the secrecy and wants to feel better about it by convincing himself that Fox cares too.
“Apologise again and I’m sleeping in my office.” He might anyway. He likes it better than the grand spare room. Usually he just lets Fives join him.
Fives raises his hands in a surrender that won’t last. Fox waits long enough to ensure that it’s at least going to hold for now and pulls Fives back in for another kiss.
Hey! I've recently come across your work on AO3 and just wanted to say that I'm a massive fan. I really enjoy the way you write dynamics (friendship and relationship/sexual) between characters as well as the humour, which is always funny but never too much. I don't know if you take requests or anything, so ignore me if it's annoying, but I'd love to read a Dogma/Hardcase story in your style. I reckon they're a really fun pairing. But again, ignore me if this is annoying to ask! Love your work ❤️
Hey!
I have actually written them a couple times, though it was about four years ago! (Which it horrifying by the way, I've been in this fandom too long) I wrote a short prompt fill for them and a slightly longer fic a few months later. I think they're a fun ship! The sort of pairing I'm more likely to read than write outside of prompts, but they can be a great time.
That being said, I am currently taking prompts, so feel free to send one in! I'm writing them a little slower than usual, but am making progress :D
And thank you for the kind words, they mean a lot :D
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behold i give you:
bly/aayla and Snowball Fight, body image issues, Anal, Friendship/Love, Lingerie
and/or
thorn/&thire/&stone and Parenthood, Semi-Public Sex, Bathtubs, Somnophilia, Butt Plugs
I realised I would have to give myself some leeway with the tags if I was going to keep these short. A snowball fight felt too much like a secondary location 😔
The clone’s rapid ageing had felt like less of a burden while in the grips of youth and with the certainty of a violent death before it could ever matter. It matters now. Bly has aged more than Aayla, catching up with her and then over taking her. He’s only twenty-five and looks twice that, leaving her trailing at least ten years behind him. It will only get worse.
“Look at me,” she says, and cups his face and makes him look. She’s not escaped time either, but the lace lingerie—a rich purple pink that deepens the blue of her skin—still clings to her perfectly, hugging the curve of her hips and the swell of her breasts and ass. The parts of her body that have softened fold a little over the band of her panties and bulge just a little at the top of her stockings. He craves no part of her more than any other, but those parts pull his gaze and hold it.
“Bly,” she says again. She smiles and small wrinkles crease around her eyes.
“I’m looking,” he says, and runs his hands up her back to prove it. There’s still muscle right under her skin, firm under a little softness. He’s hardly slacked off himself, but he’s changed more. More padding over muscle, more lines on his face, more old injuries reclaiming their ownership of him.
“Then act like you’re enjoying it.” Aayla can read him better now. He used to work hard to confound her, to hold his feelings close, but she knows him too well now and he has so much less to hide.
“I’m enjoying it,” he promises. “How could I not? Look at you.” He’s always been so good with words, but he has none that capture her. He’s tried, for over ten years now he’s tried, but none of them are enough.
They’re enough for her, not for him. He knows he can still do better.
“I love you,” he says. It’s simple and still somehow the closest he’s gotten.
Aayla smiles so sweetly his heart aches from it.
“Then take advantage of the woman you love dressed up so nicely and so desperate for you to show her how much you appreciate it.”
Bly snaps the strap of the beautiful lace bra she’d put on just for him.
The sweet smile vanishes, and she laughs, big and unrestrained. She also plots vengeance, and she’s in a much better tactical position than he is. Still laughing, she presses herself down into his lap.
Which is how Bly finds out that the panties split at the back, two halves parting to allow access without being removed. And it’s how he finds out that she didn’t just get dressed before coming through but had taken her time lubing herself open. She slides down onto him, his cock enveloped in the tight, heat of her ass. She sinks until she’s resting his lap, the lace of her lingerie brushing over the skin of his thighs. She leans forward, catching him in a fierce kiss, and the lace is against his chest too, her breasts squashed between them.
Fuck, she’s gorgeous.
Aayla rolls her hips, riding his cock, squeezing her ass around him. One of her lekku hangs over her shoulder, but the other is over his, heavy and warm and twitching in time with her slow pace.
“Bly,” she gasps into his mouth. He wraps his arms around her back and pulls her tight against him.
He’s changed. They’ve changed. All the important parts are still the same.
She knows him better than he ever thought he could be comfortable with. She looks at him and sees the shape of his thoughts and leaves them where they are. She doesn’t patronise him, or offer compliments that would feel false no matter how truly she feels them.
Aayla just kisses him and fucks him and lets him hold her tight against him, and loves him with a conviction that burns right through anything else.
Summary: Echo and Fox are going to fuck. Fives sees it before either of them do. They’re two astronomical bodies in a decaying orbit around each other. Their mutual destruction is inescapable even in the moments they circle further apart.
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