#welcome to clone club

[weregonnabecoolbeans]

This week’s episode brought me more joy than you can possibly imagine

[corneille-moisie]

lmao ok so im retro tagging stuff on my blog, right

im in 2015 now, and judging by the gif sets, i was watching orphan black at the time.

a few months ago (or last year or something), my partner and i were looking for something to watch, and i was like "well i'd still like to watch orphan black with you" so we started that, as i had the first 2 seasons on dvd.

we managed to find season 3 and 4 in store, but season 5 wasnt available anywhere, so we never finished it.

last week, my partner ordered something from amazon (which we usually dont do cause i dont think jeff bizoune need our money) and said there was a surprise in it.

we're finally gonna finish it !!!!!!!!!!!!

[chongoblog]

Things That Happen In Gravity Falls Without Context

It's implied that rich people control their children with a bell

A single episode is shockingly reminiscent of both Five Night's at Freddy's and Doki Doki Literature Club. This episode came out 3 years before DDLC and one month after FNAF

Mabel kisses Strong Bad

There are two clones of the main character that are still alive and living in the woods

Larry King confirms that llamas are nature's greatest warriors

An old couple is killed by rap music

One of the scariest monsters in the show is eaten alive and loves every second of it

Neil Cicierega wrote a song for it that was unfortunately never used (yes, seriously)

Everyone in the town is a tad strange, except, ironically, Cecil from Welcome to Night Vale

Boy bands are kept as pets

A character proves she is pure of heart by performing a drug bust on gnomes (this does not work)

Zombies are defeated by Ke$ha

The most discourse-generating part of the show is a 12 year old giving a time traveler a snowglobe

And old man almost fucks a spider

When someone tells you they don't have a tattoo, believe them.

Fucking up a science fair will inevitably lead to your brother being stuck in another dimension

If you stick your head in a portal, you speak in code for a little bit before you turn into a hillbilly

Get your son to pay attention to you by creating a mech beast

We are all blanchin', unless we find a cool gun.

By the end of the show, the mayor's last name is "Cutebiker"

The president gives Dipper a negative 12 dollar bill

Bill Cipher

[bet-on-me-13]

Dani bonding with Roy and Kon about being Clones.

Dani: Thank you for coming today.

Roy: Why are we here?

Dani: Welcome to the "Evil Person Cloned us but we decided to be Heroes club!"

Kon: ...you're a Clone?!

Dani: Did I not mention that?

[leon-on-the-froggy-chair]

rambling in the tags like a madman

Leon stans be like "Leon Kennedy would never🥰" "Leon Kennedy would treat me right🥰🥰" when this man's average lines are "women🙄" and "following a lady's lead just isn't my style" and "maybe you're not heartless after all" to a woman who's saved his life 27473 times

[izzystizzys]

When the 212th collaborates with the 501st, chaos is sure to follow in their footsteps. This has been largely true of every engagement since the start of the war, in Cody’s experience. Had he even an ounce more of a rebellious streak, he might question why and whether the success rate is worth the feral instinct for mayhem his battalion and Rex’ awaken in each other - as it is, he simply fills out the after action reports and then screams into his pillow, which is hard as durasteel and doesn’t warrant the name.

Or, on some days, he steps into the training rooms to work off some nervous jitters only for his foot to catch on someone’s armoured shoulder and faceplant straight into what looks like the entirety of both battalions piled together in a massive cuddle pile.

“What”, he manages between gritted teeth, heaving himself up with one hand supported on Crys’ arm and the other planted in places that make Boil jackknife up with a strangled yelp, “the kriff is this?!”

“We’re watching the Corrie Reality Special, sir”, his own voice calls from somewhere across the room. “The 91st is passing by, so we have satellite access to the Coruscant Broadcast network for a few hours, and we couldn’t settle on a specific show -“

“- so we decided to watch them all”, Rex finishes, sheepishly, where he’s fought his way through wiggling piles, hoots and badly imitated monkey lizard noises. The thought that he shares DNA with these degenerates is enough to drive Cody to the brink of a nervous breakdown some days. “Spopcorn?”

Ah. The Corrie Reality Circuit. When Cody first heard of it, he’d thought it was a prank. Then, they were deployed to the middle of bumkriff nowhere on the edges of Midrim space edging on Outer Rim, with a connection so spotty even classified military intel only got through about half the time, and the whole idea got shelved in favour of clankers and keeping his General’s lightsaber in his General’s hand where it belonged.

Now, a gaudy, glittery monstrosity of a logo announcing a Coruscant Rotational special appears on a rigged up screen, which means one of two things: either Fox is pulling the Galaxy’s greatest long con on all of them, or he’s been murdered and replaced with an evil clone (ha!), because there are no circumstances in which he would agree to star on Coruscant Reality TV.

Cody tilts his head consideringly. Rex smiles at him sheepishly. Tilts the spopcorn bowl at him, invitingly.

“Oh, dank farrik, sit your shebs down!”, someone (Fives, probably) yells out, fed-up…ly.

Cody sits his shebs down.

“Good morning and welcome all of Coruscant to the Great Coruscant Rotational Special: Our Boys in Red Edition!”, a bright red Twi’leki man announces on the screen amidst cheerful jizz music and loud hooting from the training room. “My name is Braham Horton, and I will be your exalted host for this fine, fine late night cycle!”

“And now, gentlebeings of the metropolis, I present to you the images that have driven us all to laughter, joy, and even tears at times over these past few weeks - whodathunkit, that the CSF media project would enthrall a whole Galaxy of viewers and cause the largest recorded peaceful civil protest of all time?!”

“The sorry what now”, says Cody, suddenly thinking back to the urgent meeting General Kenobi was currently in with Generals Windu and Yoda - passing by on the Venator in orbit. “Uhm”, says Rex. Braham Horton, unfazed by the commotion he’s causing lightyears away, chatters on.

“- many hours, so we’ve compiled an introductory little best-of for you, exalted viewers! And what better best of to start off on than the hottest entry of the most explosive bombshell into the villa - please give it up for Commander Thorn and how he stole all of our hearts on Love Island!”

A garish, club-tech jingle Cody has so far only heard buzz through the walls of establishments that generally didn’t allow clones thrums through the training room, followed by what can only be described as the sort of noises spiced up banthas might make. Thorn appears on screen, more oiled up and half-naked than Cody remembers, though just as bleach-blond, hair slightly longer than regulation and smile blindingly perfect.

“I’m Commander Thorn, baseline twenty-four years humanoid - during daytime I might be the scourge of Coruscant’s criminal underworld, but at night I don’t mind playing good cop for you!” He punctuates it woth a sleazy wink and fingerblasters that have Rex honest-to-god gagging, and Cody seeing his life flash before his eyes. If Alpha-17 finds out about this…

Suddenly, Thorn’s smile drops in favour of what might almost be called a scowl on even his handsome face, and the music cuts out. “There, got your soundbyte. Can I go back now? I’m supposed to be on shift.” Indistinct, off-screen chatter and a captioned oopsie… appear in a shower of glitter. Thorn’s face does something complicated. “For HOW MANY MONTHS?!”

Cut to a montage of what Cody can only describe as beaches, oil and abs galore, Braham Horton narrates and extremely close-up shot of what Cody tries very hard not to identify as Thorn’s crotch. His own crotch, in a way. Oh no, that’s weird, stop that train of thought immediately-

“Although our favourite bombshell’s entry into the villa wasn’t without its hitches and hurdles-“, emphasized by a zoom-in on Thorn’s form in a speedo huddled away from a partying crowd of softcore-kriffing contestants on a yacht, “- as well as all know, he would soon find his place in the villa - or places, rather!”

Two crying humanoid women appear on screen, with eyeliner smudges down to their knees. A hoot goes through the room. Cody watches with a sense of impeding doom. “You slept with her after I chose to match up with you instead of Chad?! How could you!”

Thorn, still oiled up with both blasters out for the world to see, winces. “I didn’t me-“

A hysterical gasp, a camera swerve. Three more people stand by the doorway, all clutching their chests with wide eyes. A broad, green Twi’leki man raises a finger to point accusingly. “You were sleeping with them too?! I thought I was the only one!”

“Dear Force”, Cody murmurs, unable to look away from the building speeder wreck on screen. Braham Horton laughs good-naturedly at his misery. “Ah, good times! And who could forget the all-out brawl of the following matching night, where a record number of every single other contestant attempted to physically fight the others for the right to match up with Commander Thorn! Including a somehow returned Chad, who nearly won thanks to the element of surprise. I wish we could show the footage, but then we’d have to slap several warnings on it and probably still get taken off the air.”

“I didn’t know Corries kriffed like that!”, someone (Fives, let’s be honest, it was definitely Fives) calls out into the room, receiving snickers and a well-aimed pillow to the throat for his trouble. He goes down with a choking scream.

“Someone who was less impressed by the hot’n bothered beach weather was Commander Thire, who found himself Less than Impressed by his co-contestants inability to keep it in their pants on Too Hot To Handle!”

Thire’s face, identical to Thorn’s in every way except the ones that matter, appears on screen. His black hair is cut in a cropped mohawk, arms folded over a button-up he’s carefully pieced together with… safety pins? Where are the buttons on it?

“These people are pathological and pathetic and I will spend not a second longer on this farce of an attempt at ‘entertainment show’”, says Thire, air-quotes so sharp they could cut stone. His scowl might be permanently etched into his face, Cody can’t tell. “Unlike literally everyone else, I have an actual job to do. Now move.”

A brief pause, in which cheerful jizz music plays over what is obviously a producer begging off-camera, followed by an eyeroll so hard it hurts Cody’s brain to watch. Thire throws his hands into the air in defeat, marching off into the sea behind him still fully clothed.

“When they didn’t find him until the last episode, I’ll admit, I thought he’d died too!”, Braham Horton cuts in cheerfully. “But would you look at his little lonely island lair - now that’s a fulfilled man, and too many coconuts for my taste! We’ve had to blur his hands out as he discovered the cameras just moments before these holos were taken, unfortunately. And, dear viewer, who could forget this exit-interview for the ages!”

A considerably more clothed Thire appears on screen, eyeing a microphone like he’s about to use it to stab out his own eyes. The reporter clears their throat in audible anxiety. “C-commander, how would you describe your reality experience in one word?”

“Demeaning”, says Thire, blandly.

Silence.

“Um, o-okay”, squeaks the reporter.

“Would you like some more words?”, asks a dead-eyed Thire.

“No, um, I think - I think we’re alright.”

“Because I have many words. Mostly for whoever the *bleep* thought this was a *bleep* good idea, and *bleeeeeeee-*”

“We’ve had to censor most of the Commander’s on-screen appearance, dear viewer, for your sensibilities”, says Braham Horton, eternally and painfully cheerful. “And speaking of sensibilities, who could forget Commander Stone honouring his name in several challenges on ‘I’m A Holostar - Get Me Out Of Here!’”

Soulful violin music fills the gym, overlaid with images of a bald vod Cody surmises must be Stone. Stone stares stonily into the void, glass of bright green something raised to his lips and already half-empty.

“Memorably, he downed a pint of acklay urine within seconds-“

Horrified screams are followed by an image of Stone chewing, yet another thousand-klick stare.

“- or when he ate Tauntaun anus -“

Rex doubles over gagging, and Cody slowly puts his handful of Spopcorn back down.

“- of course the ten minute worm-bath challenge cannot go unmentioned -“

“FORCE PLEASE NO!”, screams someone (Echo) tearfully. Commander Stone, buried to the chin in wiggling orange worms, looks less impressed.

“ - and who could forget his encounter with a horde of ginntho spiders and nests of vexis snakes!”

A remote goes sailing past the screen, missing by a mile, as images of Stone with his whole arm stuck in various boxes fly past. Someone is retching. It might be Cody.

“We would show the infamous butchery challenge wherein the Commander found himself drenched in nexu guts and sandworm brains, but once again, this is family friendly programming and we are not allowed. Nevertheless, a win well-deserved. And now, please welcome the one, the only, the awe-inspiring, the unbelievable: Marshall Commander Fox!”

Another Force-awful jingle, big, blocky letters, and Cody chokes on his own spit when Fox’s scowling face appears on screen. He’s thinner, greyer and angrier than the last time they saw eachother in person. Only the last one is really a surprise.

“I am neither naked nor afraid”, says Fox, arms crossed firmly, foot tapping impatiently on the ground. “I am, however, quickly losing my patience. Explain to me again the point of spending my valuable time undressing in the middle of bum-*bleep* nowhere on the Midrim instead of doing my job as the head of planetary security in the middle of a Galaxy-wide war?”

Several beats of silence follow. Fox grows less impressed with each. Cody knows that look well. Usually, it precedes handcuffs and a cold sonic blast to the face.

“Um… you signed a contract?”, says a producer’s voice uncertainly off-screen. Fox barks out a harsh laugh. “I’m legally classified as military property, my signature holds less weight than if I’d had one of the Guard’s massiffs shit on that contract for me.”

“Ouch!”, calls Crys.

“Gettim!”, adds Longshot.

“But… don’t you sign off military documents all the time for the Senate?”, sputters the producer.

Fox smiles with far to many teeth. It’s also a look Cody knows far too well, and even lightyears away it has a shudder going down his spine.

“Really makes you think about the technicalities of that definitely-not-slave-army, doesn’t it?”, he says, dryly.

“Although considerably less naked and afraid than all other contestants, Commander Fox left us with many memorable moments - such as when he saved the entire crew from an angry Acklay!”

Most of the next holovid is blurred out, though Cody can (unfortunately) guess at the why and how. So can most everyone else, judging by the collective groan.

“Down, boy”, says Fox, flatly, to a hissing Acklay twice his size. It rears its fanged head, and a shudder goes through the room. Fox simply crosses his arms and nails the beast with an unimpressed look. “You are making a fool of both of us. Cut it out.”

Chastised, the Acklay blinks at him, slowly lowering itself back down with a confused hiss.

“No kriffing wonder all the Corrie shinies are such hardasses”, mutters Rex, whom Cody is hard pressed to agree with. “I came from a tube and that look gave me daddy issues.”

“Yes, dear viewer, who could forget these heart-warming moments of good, quality television!”, sighs Braham Horton, dreamily. “Not Coruscant anytime soon, that’s for sure! We are now entering the twentieth rotation of the sit-in protest of a petition to allow the Commanders of the Coruscant Guard to compete on Dancing With The Planets, Coruscant Rotational’s epic dance competition!”

“Dear bum-kriffing Force”, whispers Rex, wide-eyed and awe-struck. “Does Fox know about this?!”

Cody, who’s already dialing the kriffer’s comm-code, wipes a singular tear from his eye. “Not a clue, but kriff, am I going to enjoy telling him.”

[mazzystar24]

Hi guys and welcome to Addie’s research spiral into the gay moustache:

Moustaches have always been a symbol of masculinity, sexuality and social standing

Like legit dating back to the 1800s we had the whisker and beard movement which started pushing the idea that facial hair can be masculine and sophisticated and not just a sign of lacking in morality and uncleanliness like the victorians used to think and you can actually draw a direct line to men feeling threatened to the patriarchy in those times and the prevalence of facial hair- this assertion of dominance and masculinity being seen similarly in ww1 soldiers, where facial hair became the accepted norm then post ww1 it went out of style again then this cycle repeats again with most wars.

There is also within the later 1800s and early 1900s links to sexuality and rebellion because younger men not having a full beard and instead having clean shaven faces or moustaches was seen as a sign of rebellion against older generations , also the need for maintenance of this style made it viewed as effeminate

Someone put it as the moustache has always been tied with the three fs: fops, foreigners and fiends meaning it was perceived that men would need to be well groomed or gay, foreign (particularly from Latin countries) or lacking in morals and evil to have a moustache

Okay so the origin of the gay moustache aside from the connection to the well groomed element

So post stonewall riots the gay moustache became a real thing like one qoute I found that was funny was arnie kantrowitz saying it was a requirement in the gay community, you needed a a flannel shirt, mustache or beard, bomber jacket, jeans and boots. We were dressing like the blue-collar men that turned us on." And a lot of it stemmed from what was dubbed the Castro clone look

Okay so Freddie was not in fact the originator of the Castro clone look

The castro clone look basically took all the really masculine and macho staples and made it extremely gay

The look originally being inspired by the men of the Castro neighbourhood in San Francisco in the early 60s and THAT actually comes from the “greaser”/hood look inspired by the 50s Italian American men and Latinos who also their subculture was born from their stereotypes

The Castro clone look doesn’t have one distinct origin but its popularity was fuelled by gay artists like Tom of Finland, and musicians like the village people and Freddie and gay pornstars like al Parker

And Parker was one of the big names in the Castro clone look this in particular not only explains the reason for his look well but also peep the “pouring beers over eachother” line and let me take you back to bachelor party buddie

And now I hear the republican man and Gerrard mentions and to that I say that’s the whole point of it

Like the hypermasculinised look was meant to not only play the macho aesthetic and be a form of queer signaling but it was also meant to subvert gay men stereotypes by instead doing this like extreme portrayal of masculinity

It’s drawing from straight men but making it’s undeniably queer

Like wife beaters, moustaches, denims and flannels were so tied to het males that they took that and still found a way to make it so undeniably queer that it became a form of queer signaling

Thus taking the power away from the macho hets and forming a new subculture

The gay moustache only started seeing its end around the 80s AIDS epidemic because the moustache aimed to make a person look older but as queer communities became more sick or perceived as unclean or sick the need to look clean and young grew and clean shaved faces became the trend again

So Eddie having the moustache isn’t some tie to Gerrard or straight people it’s actually so queer coded and a form of rebellion

And btw this isn’t even a niche thing it’s like a widely known queer thing to the point that one show got slammed for having a gay club scene set in that time and not having any Castro clones in it

[reality-detective]

𝙏𝙖𝙮𝙡𝙤𝙧 𝙎𝙬𝙞𝙛𝙩: 𝘼 𝙎𝙣𝙖𝙠𝙚'𝙨 𝙏𝙬𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙏𝙖𝙡𝙚

• Tranny • Trafficking • Satanism • Murder • Bohemian Club

Taylor Swift isn't just a pop star—she's the clone of Zeena LaVey, daughter of Anton LaVey, founder of the Church of Satan. Think about it: how do you get millions to worship Satan without them even knowing? You make her the most famous pop star on the planet.

First Indictment will trigger a mass POP awakening—Taylor Swift will be the first domino to fall.

Taylor Street in San Francisco connects directly to the Church of Satan and is tied to the Bohemian Club, a hub for the Freemasons, Satanists, and Bohemian Grove. This isn't some random street—it’s part of the satanic grid. The Golden Gate Bridge, located nearby, has seen over 1,500 deaths in 30 years. Suicides, or sacrifices? The fake news covered it up, but the truth is bubbling to the surface.

The Bohemian Club, sitting on Taylor St, hides the darkest secrets. It’s not just a club, it’s a gathering of elites who sacrifice behind closed doors. Grace Cathedral on the same street has tunnels linking it to David Bowie, the Bush family, and more. It’s their secret satanic cathedral!

What's more, Taylor St turns into 6th St, crossing Folsom Prison. Ever wonder why Johnny Cash sang about the Ring of Fire? He was trying to warn us! It's all connected to Operation Mockingbird, the CIA’s secret plot to control your mind through movies and music.

Follow the Yellow Brick Road—from Alcatraz through San Francisco to the Bohemian Club. Kids are trafficked underground, following the same path that Dorothy took. This isn't fantasy; it's the hidden reality of the elite’s trafficking ring. The Golden Gate Bridge will fall, and when it does, the bodies and tunnels beneath will be exposed. The elite won't be able to walk freely ever again.

Nuremberg Trials 2.0 start November 20—popcorn ready? 🍿

The fall of the Golden Gate Bridge signals the rise of Bridge Currency. Taylor Swift dies, and the financial system upgrades to XRP, backed by gold.

Time to wake up, Alice.

Follow the rabbit hole—Charles Manson, the Zodiac killer, all lived in San Francisco. The elites' playground is about to crumble.

Welcome to the Great Awakening! 🤔

- Julian Assange

[crosshairlovebot]

i've got you / hunter x gn!reader

pairing: hunter x gn!reader (no y/n). reader has endearments.

description: hunter finds you unwell, so he tries his best to take care of you.

word count: 1,779

warnings: references to illness (fever, headache, coughing, sneezing, lethargy). but otherwise, it's soft hunter at his softest.

been writing much hunter lately! i'm not complaining! (but i will try and get some crosshair out next week) i wrote this super quick for a twitter mutual <3 but i hope this brings comfort to anyone who's reading and sick. you deserve an attentive hunter looking after you.

also posted this on ao3. feedback is welcomed, reblogs are appreciated.

Hunter knew something wasn’t right as soon as he walked into the Marauder. He’d come back after leaving the rest of the squad at 79’s, deciding he wasn’t in the mood to go out, especially when you’d decided to stay back on the ship, citing a headache. He’d initially offered to stay back with you, but you’d waved him off, insisting he go out with his brothers since they rarely got time off and you’d hate it if he used that time to sit around with you on the ship.

“I’m just going to lay in bed and maybe fall asleep early. I’m feeling a little tired anyway. Very boring stuff. Go have fun, Hunter. You need it,” you had told him as you came out of the fresher, face washed and in the comfiest clothes you had – baggy pants and short-sleeved shirt that you’d stolen from one of Wrecker’s old civvie disguises.

He’d been apprehensive but had left with his brothers anyway, telling you to comm him if you needed anything.

It had barely been an hour when he’d told Crosshair he was leaving, and to keep an eye on the others. Not only was the club loud and overcrowded, but he also just wanted to be with you.

But when he stepped onto the Marauder, something felt off. He could feel it in the air, and the sound of uneven breaths made the hair on his arms prickle under his blacks. He walked further into the ship, calling your name softly when he heard sniffles and a cough.

“Cyare? Hey,” he said when he saw you lying in his bunk, covered in a blanket and looking much worse than when he left you. You were unwell; the headache had been a precursor to something more serious. You squinted up at him as his shadow covered your eyes. He crouched down next to you immediately and ran a hand over your hair gently. “Why didn’t you call me?”

You groaned but leaned into his touch. “You’re supposed to be out.”

“I’m glad I came back.” Hunter pressed the back of his gloved hand to your forehead. Even through the skin-tight fabric, he could feel you burning up. “You should’ve called me,” he chided, a frown etched into his brow.

“Didn’t want to bother you,” you muttered, pulling the blanket tighter under your chin, and coughing lightly again. Hunter grazed the back of his fingers against your cheek.

“You’re never a bother. Why would you think that?” he asked, shaking his head.

You just shrugged, then sneezed under the blanket. When you re-emerged, moaning in discomfort, Hunter gave your cheek another caress before he put his hands on his knees and stood up. “I’m getting you a cold towel for your head.”

“No, don’t go,” you weakly protested as he walked off to the fresher.

“I’ll just be a minute, love,” he said and went to rifle under the fresher sink for a small clean towel, cursing that he and his brothers weren’t tidier. Once he found one, he quickly wet it in cold water and wrung out the excess before walking back to the bunk. You cracked open your eyes when you heard his footsteps and twisted on your back as he crouched down again.

“Here,” he said softly as he placed the cold towel on your forehead, smoothing it down. You hummed before a shiver went through your body.

“Have you taken anything?” Hunter asked.

“A couple of pills when you guys left,” you told him, eyes drifting shut again. Hunter frowned. He wasn’t used to treating sick people. Clones rarely ever got sick, their immune systems engineered to withstand any illnesses. Any time he was treated for anything, it was for injuries, and Tech usually handled it.

But Hunter was your partner, in every sense of the word. He wanted to be there for you in any way he could. Not just as the leader of the squad, but as someone who loved you more than he thought he could ever love anyone.

He always took care of the people he loved.

So, he tried to remember what they’d learnt from their training modules as cadets, the ones that detailed nat-born illnesses and how to treat them if they ever encountered sick civilians.

Fever, sneezing, coughing, headache. Sounded like a flu-type sickness. Maybe you had picked it up on Felucia during their mission there a few days ago.

You’d already taken some medication, so he knew you wouldn’t be able to for the next few hours. He just had to try and make you comfortable and ease the symptoms of the fever as much as he could while the medication worked.

Hunter gently flipped the cool towel to the other side as he looked down at the blanket. “You need to keep cool, cyare. We don’t want the fever to get too high,” he hooked his fingers over the edge of the blanket. You made a sound of protest but ultimately let him remove the blanket, pushing it down to the end of the bunk. You shivered, but you looked up at him, eyes blinking at him. He’d never seen you look so helpless before, and he hated it. He cupped your jaw, skin still hot, thumb moving over your cheekbone.

“Where’s your water canteen?” he asked.

You nodded to the cockpit, and he went to go get it, filling it up on the way. He crouched beside you. “Can you sit up?”

You nodded and tried to move. Hunter grabbed the towel from your forehead before he placed a hand under your shoulder blades and held your arm to support the change in position, fixing the pillow behind you. You groaned, complaining about the heaviness in your body as you sat there. He looked at you, shoulders slumped forward, peaky expression on your face as you rubbed your eyes. Being sick looked miserable, and he wished he could take it from you and suffer with it himself, just so you didn’t have to. He unscrewed the canteen.

“Small sips, okay?” He held the lip of the canteen to your lips and the back of your head as you tilted back and took three small sips before Hunter pulled the canteen away. Some water dribbled down your lip and chin and he gently wiped it away with the pad of his thumb. You looked over at him, brows slanted down. You looked upset, which surprised him a little.

“What is it?” He asked, screwing the canteen shut again.

You made a noncommittal noise and slowly moved to lie down again. Hunter cradled your head as you guided it down to the pillow, removing his hand once you were fully down. He ran his hand over your hair again. He watched your eyes close slowly at the movement. He repeated it a few times, soothing you the only way he really knew how. He tried not to worry too much, but it was hard when you barely had the energy to look at him. He knew nat-borns slowly got better from illnesses such as these in a matter of days, and he would have Tech check you over once they all got back, but he didn’t like seeing you like this; eyes dull, skin clammy, body curled up. He just wanted you to get better sooner rather than later.

After a few moments, he picked up the now half-dry towel and said, “Gonna wet this again.”

He stood up and walked to the fresher, and when he came back, he placed the damp towel back on your forehead. As he pulled away, you grabbed his hand and cradled it to your chest, interlocking your fingers together and sighing. He smiled softly.

“Oh, ner cyare,” he whispered gently.

“I’m sorry, Hunter,” you croaked.

Hunter shook his head. “It’s nothing to be sorry for. You’re sick. It happens.”

“Not to you,” you scowled at his hand like it was to blame for his immunity to illness.

“Well, I can’t help that.” His mouth tilted up at the corner.

You fiddled with his fingers and traced lines down to his palms. “I just feel so helpless like this.”

“Lucky for you, I’m here now. I’ve got you,” he leaned forward and placed a gentle kiss on your temple. He lingered there for a second before he pulled away, his other hand coming to your cheek.

You looked up at him, pout on your lips. “I didn’t want to ruin your night out.”

Hunter caressed your cheek. “There was nothing to ruin. You’re my priority.”

“Still. I’m sorry,” you said before kissing his fingers.

Hunter shook his head. “Don’t worry about it.” He adjusted the towel and then fixed the pillow underneath your head, so it was better supporting your neck. “Do you feel like some food?” he asked. He wanted to feel useful to you, but he didn’t know what else he could offer right now.

You shook your head. “Just wanna sleep.”

“Then sleep, love,” he said, pulling his hand from yours and sitting on the floor next to the bunk, his back against the wall opposite, legs stretched out and the soles of his feet resting against the bunk frame. “I’ll be here.”

You watched him, mouth pressing into a line before you reached out to him and your voice said quietly, “Closer?”

Hunter smiled. “Hang on.”

He stood up and began to remove his armour. Piece by piece, he placed it in a pile on one of the chairs in the centre of the ship. Now only in his blacks, he made his way back to you. You opened your eyes again and smiled when you saw him in his underarmour. He crouched down.

“Shuffle over,” he whispered, and you obliged, moving slowly so your back was almost up against the wall. Hunter climbed in next to you, sitting up in case he needed to move out if you got too hot. Once he was situated, you shuffled closer, head resting against his thigh, eyes closed. You’d curled yourself in a ball, and Hunter looked down as he repositioned the cool towel on your head, making sure it was in the right place.

“Rest, cyare. I’m right here.” He stroked your head, then moved his hand down to your shoulder, rubbing his thumb there. You snuggled into the side of his leg, letting out a sigh.

“Love you,” you mumbled as you began to drift off to sleep.

He smiled down at you, his hand stilling as he rested his palm, so it cupped the curve of your shoulder and kept you close to him. “Love you.”

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[libby-for-life]

Alright, so I just set up an ask box. You are more than welcome to ask questions about my book, Adam Dies, or even One-Shot suggestions for my new and very obsessed ship Adamsapple. I will try my best to answer all questions, even if it's something I wouldn't normally answer. If I like the One-Shot suggestion, I will write it and post it!

This is definitely 18+!!!

While I don't condone anyone super young reading my content, I also have no control over what they read. I'm not their mother. The most I can do is put a warning.

Anyway, have fun reading my book! Love you guys!

Here is a MasterList of all my original one-shots

Adam is sick part 1

Adam is sick part 2

Lilith hurts Adam

Adamsapple (rough sex/master pet)

Adamsapple (Lilith returns part 1)

Adamsapple (Lilith returns part 2)

Adamsapple (fluffy)

AngelicRadio (part 1)

AngelicRadio ( part 2)

StaticRadio ( a gift)

Adamsapple (yandere Lucifer)

Adamsapple (Date Night)

Adamsapple ( clubbing)

Adamsapple (yandere Lucifer part 2)

Adamsapple (yandere Lucifer part 3)

Adamsapple (yandere Lucifer part 4)

Adamsapple (yandere Lucifer part 5)

Adamsapple (yandere Lucifer part 6)

Adamsapple (yandere Lucifer part 7)

Adamsapple (yandere Lucifer part 8)

Adamsapple (Greek Mythology au)

Adamsapple (Greek Mythology au part 2)

Adamsapple (Greek Mythology au part 3)

Adamsapple (yandere Lucifer part 9)

Adamsapple (yandere Lucifer part 10)

Adamsapple (yandere Adamsapple)

Adamsapple (Nesting Little Bird)

Adamsapple (Nesting Little Bird Part 2)

Adamsapple (yandere Lucifer part 11)

AngelicRadio (What You Could Have Had)

Adamsapple (yandere Lucifer part 12)

Adamsapple (yandere Lucifer part 13

Adamsapple (Alpha Lucifer and Omega Adam)

Adamsapple (yandere Lucifer part 14)

Their Little Lamb (Yandere Hazbin Hotel)

Just A Peak (Adamsapple)

Adam Dies (yandere au)

Theirs (Yandere! Lucifer/Adam/Yandere! Lilith)

Theirs part 2 (Yandere!Lucifer/Adam/Yandere!Lilith)

Theirs part 3 (Yandere!Lucifer/Adam/Yandere!Lilith)

Theirs part 4 (Yandere!Lucifer/Adam/Yandere!Lilith)

Theirs part 5 (Yandere!Lucifer/Adam/Yandere!Lilith)

Theirs part 6 (Yandere!Lucifer/Adam/Yandere!Lilith)

How Dare He? (Jealous Lucifer/Adam/Michael)

Reincarnation au

Reincarnation au part 2

Reincarnation au part 3

A Deal (Lucifer/Adam/Lilith)

A Deal part 2 (Lucifer/Adam/Lilith)

A Deal part 3( Lucifer/Adam/Lilith)

The Angel of Death (Azreal/Adam)

The Lust Potion/200 sub special! (Adamsapple)

Shrunk Down (Adamsapple)

Just Desserts au

Just Desserts au part 2

Just Desserts au part 3

Ticklish Kissing (Adamsapple)

An Experiment (Lucifer/Adam/Lilith)

An Experiment part 2 (Lucifer/Adam/Lilith)

Clone Fucking (Lucifer Clones/Adam)

Milking (Lucifer/Adam/Lilith)

A Little Too Late (Michael/Adam)

Alone in Eden (Michael/Adam)

Alone in Eden part 2 (Michael/Adam)

Alone in Eden part 3 (Michael/Adam)

Alone in Eden part 4 (Michael/Adam)

Sharing is Caring (Lucifer/Adam/Pilot!Luci)

Birds of a Feather (Angel!Lucifer/Adam)

Stuck in a Wall (Adamsapple)

Through Sickness and Health (Adamsapple)

Through Sickness and Health part 2 (Adamsapple)

The Waiting Game au (not my au, unrequited Adamsapple)

Does Size Make A Difference? (Adamsapple)

Adam and Steve

Adamsapple (Yandere Adam)

A Dragon's Tale (Adamsapple)

A Dragon's Tale part 2 (Adamsapple)

A Dragon's Tale part 3 (Adamsapple)

Swap au (Adamsapple)

Swap au part 2 (Adamsapple)

Pumpkins: Day 2 (AdamsappleHarvest)

Coffee Date: Day 3 (AdamsappleHarvest)

Sweaters: Day 4 (AdamsappleHarvest)

Fallen Leaves: Day 5 (AdamsappleHarvest)

Bonfire: Day 6 (AdamsappleHarvest)

Candy: Day 7 (Adam and Emily fluff)

Bondage: Day 8 (AdamsappleHarvest)

Spanking: Day 9 (AdamsappleHarvest)

Tentacles: Day 10 (AdamsappleHarvest)

Feeding Kink: Day 11 (AdamsappleHarvest)

Biting, Thigh Fucking, and Temperature Play: Days 12, 13, and 14 (AdamsappleHarvest)

Yes, Captain (Guitarhero)

Lucifer's Mistress (Adamsapple)

The Sacrifice (Lucifer x Lilith x Adam)

The Sacrifice Part 2 (Lucifer x Lilith x Adam)

The Rabbit and the Wolf (Adamsapple)

XXX

Writing Commissions:

[deadqueerboys]

Evil Morty: Finally the smartest man in the world..

Rick: OH, you again..?

Evil Morty: I ain't talking with you, M/n..

Rick: He's the smartest?! What about me?

Evil Morty: He didn't cloned or bothered another versions of him so..

Rick: My husband?! He's not a corporation bot!

M/n: They're not even talking with me anymore...

Morty: Welcome to the club, grandpa.

[vodika-vibes]

Hi, it's Carol (@clonethirstingisreal)...

I was wondering if you would be willing to try one of the fluffy prompts with Hunter or Howzer, your choice: "finding someone flirting with your crush, but all they have is eyes for you, and on you" (with Hunter/Howzer being flirted with by someone other than the reader who is his crush.)

Or really any of those prompts with Hunter or Howzer would be fantastic! Or another clone if you aren't comfortable with Hunter or Howzer.

Thanks for offering!

Only You

Summary: You're a bartender, and Hunter is a regular who you also happen to call a friend. But things are a little different this visit.

Pairing: Hunter x Reader

Word Count: 1084

Warnings: None

Tagging: @trixie2023

A/N: I'm more than happy to write for any clone, though I admit that my knowledge of Hunter's personality isn't the most absolute. But I tried my best. I hope this is close to what you wanted. And thank you so much for your request!

Divider by Saradika

The bar is busy. Busier than it normally is at this time of day, and you know it’s because of the concert happening just down the road. Of course, the concert isn’t for another week, which means all of those people needed something to do.

And that something, apparently, is drinking away their sense at the bar.

You roll your eyes as yet another drunken idiot leans across your table and slurs out a pick up line that wouldn’t have worked if he was sober, let alone now. You flick a finger towards the bouncer, indicating to him that this particular guest is being cut off, and then you move back to the bar.

You flicker your gaze around the bar, most people are ignoring you. But you notice, near the back, Hunter has his gaze locked on you. You grin at him, and he flashes the smallest smile in return. And your grin widens when you see the woman at the table across from him. 

Good for Hunter. He needs to get out more.

Sure, you kind of hoped…well, it doesn’t matter. Handsome, charming guy like Hunter can do better than a bartender in a rundown bar in the middle of nowhere, after all.

You prep his drink, after all he’s a regular here and you know his drink by heart at this point, and you cross the bar to set his drink in front of him. “Here you go, Hunter.” You say cheerfully.

“You’re an angel.” Hunter replies with a small quirk to his lips as he wraps his hand around the drink.

“That’s me. I’m the Booze Angel,” You joke easily.

He keeps his gaze locked on you, even as the woman sitting across from him huffs, “The most important person in this bar, by far.”

“Ooh, clever.” You laugh, “You still have to pay.”

“Damn.” Hunter says with a laugh.

You shake your head with a fond smile, and favor the woman with a welcoming grin, “Can I get you a refill on your…club soda?” You ask, as you glance at the mostly empty drink.

The woman sniffs in disdain, and somehow manages to look down her nose at you, “No thanks. I’m done, I think. And so is he.”

Hunter doesn’t even spare her a glance as he lifts his drink and takes a sip, “No, I’m really not.”

The woman flushes red, and stands quickly, “You’re a pig, Hunter.” she snaps, and then she stalks away from the table.

You lightly pick up her glass to bring it back to the bar, “You know, Hunter, most women don’t like being ignored in favor of the bartender.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” He says with a sigh, “Honestly, angel, I didn’t even want to come here with her.”

“Then why did you?”

“Omega.”

“What, your 13 year old sister bullied you into going on a date with a woman you aren’t interested in?” You ask, highly amused.

“You try saying no to her!” Hunter defends hastily.

“I do say no to her. All the time. It’s really easy.” You say with a laugh, “She’s going to be so disappointed that you snubbed your date, though. What are you going to do?”

He grumbles, “Don’t you have work to do?”

“Eh.” You shrug, “There are six other bartenders here, and my shift was supposed to end an hour ago.”

“Then you can join me.” He offers slyly.

“I could.” You agree easily, and then you shake your head, “Hunter, that lady was flirting with you hard.”

“Yes. I’m aware.” He grumbles, “Like I said, I’m not interested. I have my eyes on someone else.”

“Then maybe you should go ask them to drink with you.” You tease.

“Well, I’m trying but you seem to be resistant to the idea of sitting down.” He replies easily.

“I…wait.” You drop into the booth across from him, “Are you serious? Because if you’re just fucking with me-”

“I’m not fucking with you, angel.”

You squint at him suspiciously, “You bring a different date here every week, Hunter.” You point out.

“All of those dates were shoved on me by one of my nosey siblings,” Hunter points out, “And all of them have ditched me as soon as we got here.”

“Yeah, because you see me and you seem to be unable to stop…staring-” Your sentence trails off, and you groan and press your face into your hands.

“I do stare at you, constantly. And flirt with you constantly. And I’ve even asked you on a date before-” Hunter lists with a grin. 

You groan again and press your burning face into your arms, “I’m oblivious.” You whine.

“Just a little bit, but you got there eventually.”

“Don’t be nice about this!” You say as your head pops up, “Are you telling me that I could have been making out with you for months now, rather than just fantasizing about it?” You ask.

A wide grin breaks across his face, “You fantasize about me?”

Your jaw drops and your face burns even hotter, “Wait…no…I didn’t…”

“No, no. Tell me more about these fantasies. I’m sure I can make all of them come true tonight.”

“You’re drunk, that’s definitely not going to happen.” You scoff, your face still burning hot, “I don’t sleep with drunk men.”

“Who says I’m drunk, Angel?”

“You-”

“Are totally sober.” He leans across the table, “So…tell me about these fantasies of yours.”

You press your hands over your face, “Absolutely not.”

“I’ll tell you mine.” You peek at him from between your fingers, “Ooh, tempting, isn’t it?”

“Now you’re just picking on me.”

“Oh, absolutely. But I also mean it.” Hunter smoothly moves from his side of the table to yours, crowding into your space. Not that you mind, you’ve never minded being close to Hunter. 

Your breath hitches when he leans in and presses his nose against your neck, and you release an actual squeak when you feel his tongue against your skin. “Wait, Hunter-”

He pauses and tilts his head to look at you patiently.

“I…not here?” You ask weakly.

He chuckles against your neck, but pulls away. Hunter tosses some credits on the table, and then he kisses you, so quickly that you think you imagined it for a moment, and then he pulls you out of the booth. “Come on, Angel. Let’s go somewhere else.”

“Okay,” You agree, excitement building in you as he threads his fingers with yours and tugs you tightly against his side.

[666writingcafe]

RAD TV

Ran by the Newspaper Club and aired on Friday mornings

Mephistopheles: Good morning, everyone, and welcome to RAD TV. Our top story involves the first round of predictions for the bloody moon contest.

Rogmen: As you all know, this year Lord Diavolo has decided to allow our exchange students to participate. Some welcome the change, while others wonder why he would do such a thing.

Mephistopheles: However, we are not here to debate Lord Diavolo's decision, but rather to report the current standings of the contest.

A List of Standings Pops Up On the Screen

Rogmen: As usual, Lord Diavolo has the top spot with Lucifer and Barbatos following closely behind.

Mephistopheles: I've always wondered how Barbatos places so high on these things, considering he usually keeps to himself.

Rogmen: He's quite popular among royalty and fellow servants.

Mephistopheles: I see. Anyway, our number four spot is occupied by...MC?

Rogmen: I'm not surprised. A lot of people have been talking about them. Their honesty draws them in.

Mephistopheles: I understand that, but they're still rather new to the Devildom, while someone like Solomon has been coming in and out for years.

Rogmen: And yet Solomon wasn't the one who turned you into a stuttering mess after a certain speechcraft exam, now was he?

Mephistopheles: *blushes* That is not pertinent to this conversation.

Rogmen: *smirks* Anyway, Asmodeus and Leviathan are tied for fifth, Simeon is sitting at seventh, Satan's eighth, Beelzebub's ninth, and my fellow news anchor rounds out the top ten.

Mephistopheles: Only because Mammon isn't allowed to participate this year.

Rogmen: But he is this year's official bookie.

Mephistopheles: Why am I not surprised? Does Lucifer know about this?

Rogmen: Well, if he didn't, he does now.

Mephistopheles: See you up amongst the rafters, Mammon.

Rogmen: Speaking of Solomon, he's only a couple spots above last place. Guess people are growing tired of his antics.

Mephistopheles: I really don't know what goes through his brain sometimes. I mean, he thinks his cooking is a work of art.

Rogmen: I feel bad for the angels.

Mephistopheles: And that does it for our current bloody moon standings. Our next story--*puts his hand on his earpiece*

Rogmen: Everything alright, Mephisto?

Mephistopheles: I just received breaking news.

Rogmen: About...?

Mephistopheles: Asmodeus has just announced on social media that he's dropping out of the bloody moon competition.

Rogmen: What? He's usually all over these popularity contests.

Mephistopheles: He's uploaded a video on his story explaining why. Play the clip.

Asmodeus: Hi, my lovely people! I'm currently watching this week's RAD TV, and after seeing the first round of preliminary results, I have decided to no longer participate in the bloody moon contest. Before anyone spreads rumors that I'm upset about tying with Levi for fifth place, I want everyone to know that I am doing this because I believe that this year there is someone more worthy than I am of winning. So, instead of competing, I will be actively supporting MC and encourage you all to do the same. As always, I hope everyone has a fantastic day!

Rogmen: Did someone kidnap Asmo and replace him with a clone? Or is he just messing with everyone?

Mephistopheles: I think he's being serious.

Rogmen: If that's the case, then MC's about to see a huge increase in their numbers. Asmo has millions of followers across all of his social media platforms, and quite a number of them will do whatever he says.

Mephistopheles: I just hope that he told MC his plan before making that announcement, although knowing him, he didn't and instead acted impulsively.

Rogmen: Only one way to find out.

Mephistopheles: That does it for this installment of RAD TV. Make sure to be on the lookout for an exclusive interview with MC in our daily newspaper.

[siremasterlawrence]

Bye Bye Bye

This is my story to end my relationship with to of my former subs.

Ben Affleck is invited to a Halloween party he is not interested in attending with a smart smile hiding his disdain in mask as he walks in with button down shirt, t shirt, jeans and a pair of sneakers. He takes my hand as I welcome him in with a heavy hand shack as I push him ahead of me, he walks through the excessively lit hall way and dig in to my pocket unsheathing the needle. I lift it in the air firmly injecting him on the back of his neck as it plunges deep in as he cries loudly pain and attempts to yank it out as he pins my hand down.

On the other side a second hall ways looms bright with light shooting around hottie Chris Evans a Hollywood stable that does not ever want the fame he has earned and I figure I wills set him free. He is annoyed to be here as well since he is of the mind he has no choice since the giant letter invited sent to him called out for him to come join the party but it’s the reverberating sound that hits the wall bouncing into his ears. Poor Chris when he frowns holding on to his head both of his ears are rocking hard bouncing with pain as he fell to his knees in pain as he cries his ole world vanishes and he became a mindless bot.

Two men approaching appearing in each of the rooms as they slam the door close the doors with a set of twin keys excitedly they lock us in and reaching for the body they strip both naked leaving them sweating in the dark. They smirk swatting the asses hard as one slumps him face forward on to the walls while the other undress his lower half and slip in his cock as he began to fuck bois raw as they can’t call in with pain because they are laying unconscious.I walk in to see them behave in such ill and inappropriate manner before they notice snacking both victims then slapping their asses and lifting them on to his shoulders as they drag them on to stage and set them up with poses.

“Everyone I am here to offer you a trade for a ten million dollars.”

“You can rent out a clone of these two men for a week.”

“The real copies are for me.”

“Don’t ask for them.”

“Please get to the bidding “

“Chris turn around”

“You love to dance, and you love to show off your body.”

“I love to dance and show off my body “

“Good boi! Dance your ass off”

“Mmmm! Fuck yes”

“Ben turn around “

“Yes Master”

“You are now a bro and love to dance “

“I love to show off and dance

“Shake that ass”

“Get hard”

“Good boi”

“Mmmmm! Fuck”

“Place your bids”

“Mmmeeee”

“I want him now”

“Ten million dollars “

“Twelve million dollars “

“Fifteen million dollars “

“Fifteen millions going once”

“Going twice “

“Sold to you for fifteen million dollars “

“You sir please follow Ben to the back room”

“He will copy himself”

“Any attempt to steal or switch him”

“You will be exiled from the club “

“Not refunded your money “

“Ouch! “

“Sir Yes Sir”

“Sir please follow me”

“I guess I will”

“And you sir for fifteen million you will get a Chris clone for a week.”

“Follow him to the back room as well.”

The end

[merlincmgirl]

Toys - Neyo x FReader - NSFW

Summary: Being in a secret relationship with Marshal Commander Neyo was difficult, even more so when you had to act like you didn't know each other. So deciding to push his buttons a tiny bit, you set off with a plan to make your Commander finally show a bit of emotion to you in public. His brother can't wait to help! Neyo, on the other hand, can't wait to make you regret this behaviour!

Characters: Neyo, Bacara

Pairing: Neyo x F!Reader

Word Count: 9,000

Warnings: PinV sex, toys, spanking, bondage, oral sex (male receiving), rough sex, dom Neyo, sub reader, a bit of exhibition bratting, teasing, jealousy, annoying brothers, aftercare

Author's Note: Neyo just brings something out in me, I can't help it.

Neverd'ika - Little Civilian

Entering the packed establishment, you were surprised to see so many people gathered in the club. Although it was to be expected. The 91st and 21st were both on shore leave, along with the 327th, so there was a lot of troopers celebrating seeing their friends and vods for the first time in a while.

Smoothing down the dress you wore, you noticed that you were getting a few looks from the troopers you passed, including some that you worked with in the 91st. It was certainly going to help you with your purpose tonight.

For months now, you had been in a secret and clandestine relationship with Marshal Commander Neyo. At first it had been about nothing more than sex and comfort. After a particularly hard battle, where many troopers had lost their lives, you and Neyo had just kind of crashed together, needing to feel something other than grief and pain. From there, it had developed more and more, the usual stoic and cold Commander beginning to open up to you the more time you spent in his bed. In those moments when you could press together, sharing the warmth between you in the dark, Neyo would tell you things he had never spoken about before to anyone else and you vice versa. Having his trust and love made you feel special and you held it close to your own heart when he had showed you the real him.

But lately you had been arguing about how secret your relationship was. Both of you knew that you couldn’t announce it to the galaxy. The clones weren’t allowed to have fraternisations of any kind. If you were found out, you would be fired and pushed out of the GAR in disgrace, but Neyo… Neyo would at best be sent for reprogramming, and at worse decommissioned. You couldn’t risk it. But you did feel like some of the troopers that you worked with should know. They were his brothers and they had welcomed you in with open arms when you joined the 91st. Neyo argued that it was putting his brothers at risk if it was found out that they knew. And that was one thing Neyo refused to do – put his brothers at risk.

Spotting him at a booth with what looked like Marshal Commanders Bacara and Bly. Neyo and Bacara looked bored at whatever Bly was saying, but the Commander with golden tattoos didn’t seem overly bothered as a huge grin was splitting his face. Idly you wondered if the rumours about the General and Marshal Commander of the 327th were true. Taking a deep, encouraging breath, you quickly walked past them, making sure to shake your hips in your dress. It really was a beautiful dress, in your favourite colours and allowing you to show off your curves. But tonight, your mission was all about teasing him and getting him to have some kind of reaction to you in public. As you headed to the bar, you could already feel his heated gaze land on you.

The bar was busy, but you were able to quickly grab a seat as you waited for the bartender to come take your order. A trooper, dressed in maroon covered armour slid up to your left side, another in the 91st red on your right side. “Can we get you a drink, civvie?” your fellow 91st asked, and you couldn’t help but grin.

“No thanks, Slap, I’m not staying long” you told him, noticing his face fall slightly.

“That’s a shame, mesh’la, but maybe I can change your mind? Name’s Putt” the trooper to your left drawled, looking you up and down.

Although you knew that all clone troopers were trained to a high standard, and his commander expected nothing less than perfection unless a transfer form was needed, you could still tell he was a shiny. It seemed like this was one of his first shore leaves, and that was certainly not what you were looking for.

“Sorry boys, maybe next time” you smiled, looking between them.

Slap and Putt both nodded, taking your rejection in their stride. “Alright, if you need anything or want an escort to the barracks, we’ll be over by the back” Slap nodded, tapping your shoulder in a friendly gesture before grabbing their drinks and leaving.

Chuckling softly at them, you quickly pulled the bartender’s attention and placed your order with them.

“And a Corellian whisky as well” a voice behind you added, pushing a few credits across the bar top to cover both of your drinks.

From the recognisable voice, it was obvious a clone, but from the way that his armour felt bigger and the sway of his kama brushed against your legs, you knew it was a Commander. Now which one? From the firm tone, you thought it was a safe bet that it was Commander Bacara, not Bly. And you would recognise Neyo’s voice out of all of his brothers.

“Commander Bacara, nice to see you again. You didn’t have to” you greeted, nodding to the drinks that the bartender was preparing for you.

He nodded in greeting, taking the seat next to you. While working as a civilian contractor for the 91st, you had met Bacara when Neyo had taken you to a meeting during a mission with the 21st. Bacara and Neyo had a strange relationship, both cold and stern but they did seem to be rather close with each other. General Allie had informed you that both of them had created and developed the field trials of the BARC speeders.

“Nice little display you put on back there, almost had my brother crush his glass” he commented, accepting his glass of whiskey and pushing your drink over to you.

“I don’t know what you mean, Commander” you frowned, trying to keep your eyes on him rather than looking back at the booth to see if his words were true.

Bacara smirked and leaned in closer to you. “I think you do. You didn’t come here dressed like that just to fend a few shinies off” he stated, looking you over. “You’re either here because you two have had an argument, or you’re here to make him jealous” he shrugged, waiting to see your reaction to his theories.

You couldn’t help but gape a little, worried you were being a bit too obvious in your plan. “Commander, I don’t- That’s not- I don’t think” you spluttered, trying to find an excuse that would cover why you either couldn’t make a sentence or why you were dressed to the nines and parading in front of the commanders.

“Either way, I’m in” Bacara remarked, cutting your protests off as all the words left your mind.

What in all of the galaxy was he talking about? “Commander, that is not what’s happening here. I don’t know what you’re talking about but Neyo and I are professionals” you protested, heat rising up your neck and to your flushed cheeks.

Bacara frowned, brow furrowing in confusion. “Who said I was talking about Neyo?” Bacara questioned, shaking his head.

“Why would you think Bly was the one I was dressing up for?” you retorted, staring at him in horrified confusion. There was no way you wanted to compete with General Secura, she was a Jedi, she could probably predict your moves before you could think them. You wouldn’t last 5 seconds against her.

Suddenly Bacara’s face split into a shit eating grin. “Course I was talking about Neyo! The di’kut has been a pain in my shebs ever since he got planet-side. So, being the good big brother I am, I want to make his life miserable for the foreseeable future. And I know you came in here to tease him and work him up, flirting with me will really piss him off” Bacara explained, amusement running through his words and his eyes.

You could scarcely believe your ears, Bacara was offering to help you make Neyo jealous? In fact, he seemed really eager to do so. But surely there was some ploy in this. What would Bacara be getting out of this?

Seeming to read your mind, he grinned, and you suddenly felt like you were a mouse caught by a tooka. “Trust me, if it’s me, it’ll piss him off” he assured, leaning back fully and winking at you.

Not willing to look a gift horse in the mouth, you nodded, knowing that Bacara was right. Although they were friends and brothers, nobody could piss Neyo off quite like Bacara and vice versa. “Fine, but this doesn’t change anything. We still work together” you insisted, crossing your arms.

“Duly noted. Now laugh, like I said something funny” he instructed, turning to face you properly on the seat.

“Ugh! Now Neyo will definitely know something is going on. You’re never funny” you smiled, letting out a small giggle and tucking your hair behind your ears.

Bacara let out a noise that on anyone else would be a bark of a laugh, but on him sounded like he was already thinking of where to bury your body. “I’ll give you something, Princess. You’ve got a mouth on you, I’m sure my brother loves that” he grumbled, fingers brushing as he gripped his glass next to yours.

“He does actually” you huffed, letting your hand fall palm up on the bar top. Bacara wasted no time in running teasing fingers around your wrists, feeling your heart rate beat faster as you glanced over at Neyo. He was scowling over at the pair of you, before his attention was snapped to Bly and something obviously nasty came flying out towards his fellow Marshal Commander. Bly only shook his head and held up his hands. “He does seem annoyed” you relented, biting your lip as your gaze returned to Bacara.

“Of course he is, I know my brother” Bacara murmured, sliding his hand up your arm and upwards until he caught your jaw. “Bet he’s fuming knowing that I’m touching his girl and he’s sitting over there like a wet lemon” he grinned, tracing a thumb over your mouth.

You giggled, pulling away from him, glad that Neyo couldn’t hear you. “I’m willing to bet he’s already thought of 12 different ways in which he could kill you” you replied, keeping a sweet look on your face.

“Oh at least 15, sweetheart!” he corrected, slyly glancing at his brother who had a clear view of what was happening at the bar. “He looks like he did when I beat him in our all-terrain module back on Kamino when we were doing our ARC training” Bacara recollected, remembering how Neyo had looked ready to kill him when Bacara had scored the top marks in their squad. He leaned forward, face hovering so close to yours you could feel his breath.

A glass shattering pulled your attention away from Bacara, turning to see what had happened. It sounded like it came from the direction of the Marshal Commanders.

However, Bacara stopped you, a grip coming to rest on your cheek to stop you turning around to look. “Keep your eyes on me civvie, wouldn’t want to give the game away too soon” he breathed, eyes scanning your face. To anyone looking in, it seemed like he was flirting with you, reeling you in for a potential kiss. But you knew Bacara was having too much fun winding up his brother.

“I don’t want to upset him, just make him react a little” you reminded, hoping that Neyo was okay. You really did want to frustrate him, just to get a reaction from him rather than the rather generic discontent he showed everyone else.

“Such a kind, pretty little thing” Bacara murmured, fingers sliding over your bare knee. You let out a gasp at the gesture, concerned he was taking this too seriously. “Wonder how he’ll react to this” he grinned, pressing closer to you. He parted your knees with his own, your legs spreading for him. His warm hand trailed upwards and your breath hitched in your throat at the feel of his palm rising up your leg. “Can see why my brother likes you so much” Bacara smirked at you, eyes glancing somewhere to your right.

You barely had time to register how the smirk turn into a full laugh on Bacara’s face before a tight grip enclosed your arm and tugged you off the bar stool. It was only your own quick reflexes that kept you upright, because Neyo, the asshole, barely cared if you fell before him.

“Hey vod, I was just speaking to your pretty civvie here. I was thinking of taking her out for a drink sometime. I’m sure you won’t mind” Bacara teased, leaning back against the bar and watching as his brother’s face got redder and redder in anger. Oh he couldn’t wait to tell the Command batches about this!

“Kriff you vod! If you go near her again, I’ll make sure Mundi is looking for his Commander until Tatooine freezes over!” Neyo snarled, pulling you closer to him.

Looking up, you could see that his jaw was tight, and his beautiful brown orbs were darker than you could remember seeing them. The tattoo on his face added to his dangerous vibe and it made you want to squeeze your legs together to stop the rush of slick that you released. Fuck, he was hot, and you couldn’t wait to find out what your punishment would be. Resting your hands on his chest plate to steady yourself, you couldn’t help the shiver that ran through you when he looked down and your eyes met.

“And you, you just wait until I fucking get you home. Lets see how ready you are to spread your legs then” he growled, tightening his grasp on you, ignoring the little cry you let out and other vods’ attention falling on the pair of you.

“Best get going then Vod, I’m not the only one who’d be willing to take this pretty one home” Bacara chuckled, winking at me. Neyo growled, barely giving you time to react to Bacara before he was dragging you through the patrons and out of 79s.

He didn’t stop until he was at a taxi rank, hailing one of the taxis. Although he never said a word to you, he didn’t loosen the grip on your arm. You were sure you would have bruises tomorrow from how tightly he held you. You never dreamed your plan would work so well! “Neyo, don’t be so jealous. I was only speaking with Bacara” you giggled, running your hand up his arm and curling the short hair at the back of his neck around your fingers.

“You knew exactly what you were doing! So now I’m going to show you there’s consequences to your actions” he warned, tugging you closer. You could feel his hot breath fan across your face as you pressed your body into his front, feeling his cool armour against your heated skin. The taxi flew down next to you, door opening up for you and Neyo. “Get in!” he growled, not giving you much choice as he followed in after you.

“So bossy Neyo!” you smirked, letting your skirt rise further up your thighs. You could see the moment he noticed because his fists clenched in his lap before gripping your thigh, pulling it open slightly so he could trail his fingers up and down your inner thigh.

“It’s Commander, and you just wait, I’ll show you bossy” he said, his deep voice hitting you in your core and making your thighs close around his hand. Neyo pulled his hand away, leaving you bereft of his touch. He turned to face the driver, giving the directions back to your place.

You shivered, suddenly feeling cold as he had moved away from you. His tone made his words sound more like a promise than a threat. But whatever happened tonight, you didn’t think you would regret making the stoic commander jealous. Especially if he was going to fuck your brains out tonight as punishment. And who knows, it might take a couple of tries for the lesson to stick?

Neyo noticed your shiver, seeing how much you were seeming to enjoy his reaction to your teasing and flirting with his brother. Oh no, he couldn’t have that! His little brat was going to learn that by acting out, she wouldn’t get what she wanted. Seeing the lift of your lips, he leaned in closer towards you. Anyone looking at the pair of you would see a loved up couple whispering sweet nothings in the back of a speeder. But the words he whispered was anything but sweet.

“Take off your panties and keep your legs open” he ordered, voice leaving no room for arguments as he whispered low enough that only you could hear.

You gasped, staring at him in disbelief. He couldn’t be serious?! Take off your underwear here? In the back of the taxi where the driver could see? Glancing up at the driver you could see he was focused on the traffic of Coruscant and not what was going on in the back. But what if he turned around, or looked in the mirror? He’d be able to see right up your skirt!

“Neyo!” you breathed, eyes flickering back to the driver and then to him, hoping he would understand.

“You wanted my attention, now you’ve got it. Take them off and open your legs. I won’t ask again!” he said firmly, running a soft hand up and down your thigh. It was a small gesture to ask if you were okay with this, that if you wanted to, you would both stop. He wouldn’t force you to do this if you didn’t want to.

Taking a deep breath, you reached under your skirt and hooked your fingers beneath the hemline. Leaning into his side like you wanted a cuddle, you used the movement to hide you slipping the underwear past your hips and ass before quickly letting them fall to your ankles. Before you could even reach for them, Neyo had snatched them up and shoved them into a pouch on his belt.

Blushing more than you thought possible, you couldn’t help but let out a little squeak as Neyo gave you his full attention. Knowing exactly what he wanted, you slowly parted your legs, feeling so exposed that you had to reach for his hand and thread your fingers through his. You needed that connection with him, to know that you were safe and he’d make sure nothing happened.

“Good girl” he cooed, running a finger over your heated cheeks before dropping away. “I want you to stay just like that until we get home” he instructed, before turning to face the driver. “Excuse me sir, do you have anything to drink? My girl is feeling a bit hot at the moment” Neyo requested from the man.

Heart beating wild in your chest, you couldn’t help but turn a pleading look to Neyo as the man looked back in his mirror before pointing to a compartment underneath your seat. “I normally keep water and supplies in there. Never know when you need them, and it helps get good reviews” the driver explained, before turning back to the road.

“Thank you sir, we’ll be sure to leave a good review. Won’t we darling?” Neyo smirked, hand reaching in between your legs to grab the small compartment.

You couldn’t help but squeeze your eyes closed, having him so close to you was maddening, especially when he was teasing you like this. You clenched your fists beside you at your hips. When you opened them again, Neyo was looking at you expectantly. Gathering all your courage and praying your voice didn’t shake, you let out a small, strained smile. “That’s right, we appreciate your hospitality” you nodded, taking the bottle of water from Neyo and almost draining it in one go.

“It’s alright folks, I’ve picked up more than my share of drinkers. You won’t be the first or the last to feel a bit sick in my speeder. I’ve learnt to come prepared for anything” the driver assured, launching into a full blown conversation with you and Neyo. Every time he looked back, you felt like you were going to combust with embarrassment and desire that the risk of getting caught was creating inside of you.

By the time that the taxi reached your apartment block, you didn’t think your face could feel more heated than it was. Of course, Neyo knew exactly what he was doing and was enjoying the chance to make you squirm, especially after that little stunt in the club. So as you were getting out of the back, he made sure to slide his hand up the back of your skirt and gave your ass a squeeze.

Paying the driver and bidding him goodbye, Neyo all but dragged you to your place, allowing you to swipe your entry card in before he was ushering you over the threshold. He grasped your chin, keeping your gaze firmly locked onto his. “Don’t think I forgot about your behaviour at 79s girl, you’ve got a lot of making up to do. Now strip” he ordered, taking his time to slowly take off his own armour and placing it in the space you had cleared out next to the door for his things.

Feeling a slight tremble of embarrassment or nerves, you reached up to unclasp your dress, pulling it down slowly over your arms, then your hips and finally letting it pool on your hallway floor. You were left in your bra, the cool air of the room causing goosebumps to raise on your skin as you shuffled slightly.

“I said strip. That means everything. If I have to keep repeating myself mesh’la, it’s only going to make your punishment worse” he reminded, eyes trailing down your body as every inch of your skin was revealed to him. He couldn’t help but run a soft, gentle finger down your chest, between your breasts and over your soft stomach to your core in between your legs.

“Sorry Commander” you mumbled, wishing to keep on his good side for now. You unhooked your bra, tossing it at his feet as you stood there naked for him. He groaned, hand reaching out to squeeze your breast and running his thumb over your nipple as it hardened in the cool air.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful. I’m going to ruin you. Now get onto the bed, spread your legs and put your arms above your head. Stay there until I say you can move, understand?” he demanded, wanting nothing more than to press his lips to yours. But you had been bad and had been teasing him all night. You had to earn his kisses.

Nodding and letting out a quiet ‘yes sir’ you turned around to head into your bedroom, wondering what he would do while he made you wait. But before you could even think of the possibilities, a hard slap landed on your rear and you flinched, a yelp leaving your lips. “What was that for?” you pouted, rubbing your stinging behind.

“A little encouragement to follow the rules for once” Neyo smirked, crossing his arms over his chest before he sent you on your way.

You scowled, fighting to hide it lest he see it on your face. He was such an asshole sometimes. But you knew that he could make you cum in the hardest of ways if you were good, or keep you on edge the whole night if he wanted to.

Climbing onto the bed, you got yourself comfortable, knowing you’d be in for a wild ride after all the teasing you did to him in 79s. But it had worked perfectly. You were now here, spread wide and waiting for Neyo to fuck you good. Maybe you would send Bacara a hamper in thanks. The thought brought a smile to your face as you raised your arms above your head, fingers wrapping themselves around the metal headboard.

While you were waiting, Neyo was browsing around your apartment, taking his time to relax into the sofa and admire the new flowers you had brought into the apartment. It was a Golden Fire Blossom, one that you had told him about one time when you had been in his office. You told him it had reminded you of him, the red of the 91st symbol that decorated his armour. It also reminded you that although everyone thought he was cold, unyielding, he had lit a fire in you that he always stoked whenever alone together.

Getting up, he headed to the kitchen, taking two glasses out of the cupboard and filling them with water. Leaning back against the counter, he took slow deliberate sips out of his own glass. He couldn’t help but remember the fury that ignited in him when he saw his brother and closest friend lay his hand on you. He had clocked you from the moment you walked into 79s, of course. He wouldn’t be who he was if he hadn’t. The way your dress clung to you, the dress in your favourite colour that always brought out your eyes, he had barely been able to restrain himself when some of the shinies under his command had almost started drooling at the sight of you.

Neyo was almost glad it was Bacara that had approached you. He didn’t think he would be able to hold it together if some shiny had been the first one to catch your attention that night. But that was until he saw how close Bacara leaned into you, the easy smile and laugh that you gave his brother. The sight of his vod’s light touches on your arm and knee had been enough to make his blood boil, and when a hand had slipped up your widening thighs, he knew he had to put a stop to it. Keeping the relationship under wraps was one thing, having to see you flirt and giggle at his brother’s advances was another. You were his, and he wasn’t going to let you forget that.

Squaring his shoulders, he finished his drink and placed it down. He pulled off the top of his blacks, and grabbed the other glass. It was time he gave you a little reminder on how to behave.

When Neyo finally walked in, you would have sighed in relief if you weren’t diverting all your focus onto glaring at him. Where the hell had he been? You had been waiting ages for him and the arousal dripping from your entrance was starting to cool on your thighs. Your impatience was starting to show as he placed the glass on the bedside table before stepping back and walking around the room. Huffing, you began to move your hips, hoping he would at least look over at you so you could entice him to touch you.

“I thought I told you to stay there” he growled, heading over to the chest of drawers that was across from you. “And take that look off your face, girl. You’ve already done enough, you don’t want to add to your punishment, do you?”

Gasping, you shook your head and stilled your hips. You certainly didn’t want to add to whatever punishment that Neyo had in mind. Watching, he opened the draw with all your toys in. What was he going to pick? Your collection had a vast variety, and being with Neyo had only made you add more to the collection as your relationship slipped into something more sexual. From your point of view, you couldn’t see what he picked out, his body obscuring most of his finds before you saw one come out that you most certainly recognised. It made your pussy clench at the thought of it being used on you.

It was a long wooden paddle, made from the finest wood from Kashyyyk. It was dark in colour, and there was a small cut out of aurebesh that matched the tattoo on the Commander’s face. This paddle was a personal favourite of his, he had it commissioned while being stationed on the forest-covered planet.

“Get up” he barked at you, shattering the anticipatory silence that hung in the room. You scrambled up to stand next to your bed, keeping your hands behind your back in an almost mockery of parade rest. He stepped closer to you, running the paddle over your hardened nipples and down your stomach, stopping just above your core. You fought the need to squirm and move under his hard gaze and the paddle’s teasing touch.

Giving you one last look over, he sat on the bed before tapping his knee.

You didn’t hesitate to lay over his lap, ass open and exposed to him. You were already skating on thin ice with him, it was best not to push him even further unless he left you dripping and aching for him without any release in sight. He had done it before and you had barely lasted a day before you had found some excuse to meet in his office and beg him to fuck you. Neyo had been smug for days afterwards.

“After that little scene in 79s, I want your ass red!” he told you, voice cold and hard. A sharp contrast to the heat that he was causing to build inside of you at his words and knowing what was coming. “How many do you deserve?” he asked, running a hand over your cheeks and giving them a light squeeze.

It was a trap.

Whatever number you said he would disagree with and give you his own number. But he had asked you a question, and you knew ignoring him would mean that whatever number he had in his head would increase.

“Whatever you decide, sir” you replied, bowing your head and wrapping your hand around his ankle.

“Clever girl” he praised, before landing a swat on your left cheek. It barely left a sting, but you jolted at the surprise of it. “15 then, 10 for your behaviour back at the club, 3 for your brattiness and 2 more for making me repeat myself” he issued, placing one hand on your back to steady you and resting his other on the globes of your ass. “I want you to count them, neverd’ika and if you miss one, we’ll start again” he warned, voice dropping lowly.

“Yes Commander” you nodded, a small thrill shooting through you at his nickname for you. Little Civilian. It was what he called you when you had first met. You still remembered that dry, cold drawl as you were introduced to him and the General. Hope you can keep up with us, little civilian. Giving his ankle a quick squeeze in reassurance, you were ready for whatever he could dish out on you.

Neyo gripped the handle and laid his first hit over the middle of your cheeks. It bloomed a lovely pink colour, a small white patch on your cheek displayed his CC number in aurebesh. He couldn’t help but smirk at that.

“One” you breathed out, the hit little more than a warm up.

The second strike landed just above and came down with such force that the noise rang out into the room. The Marshal Commander made sure that one would stay, his CC number marked onto your ass so all could see. Not that he would let anyone look, but it made a surge of possessiveness curl in his chest at the thought of marking you, even if nobody else could see it. You carried a part of him on you that would last for a while.

“Two!”

The next few hits lightened up, his aim hitting everywhere but where the number was displayed on your ass. You gulped out the numbers, counting each hit as warmth bloomed over your exposed rear, tears brimming at your waterline. These weren’t the hardest that Neyo could hit, but you knew he was working up to it.

This time, Neyo raised the paddle even higher, bringing it down with a cracking force. You yelped, flinching on his lap as you were sent forward by the hit. “Six” you cried, trying to press your head against his strong calves as you hung off his lap.

The spank fell on the top of your thighs, where they met your ass and he made sure that you felt that one. His hits increasing in strength and speed. It didn’t leave you much time to gasp out the number before another hit was delivered on your tender skin.

“You’ll feel me tomorrow, civvie. Won’t be able to sit without remembering your punishment” Neyo warned, and you didn’t doubt him. Neyo kept his promises, it was what made him such a cold, determined leader. Oh stars were you in for it.

You whimpered, hands clenching as you squirmed against him. He hit you harshly on the back of your thighs. “Ten” you cried out, hand coming to protect you from the next hit. The last ones Neyo usually made sure they counted. “I’m sorry, I won’t make you jealous again” you promised, trying to writhe off his lap.

Neyo grunted, grabbing your arm and pinning it to the small of your back as he lay a correcting spank to your left cheek. “That one doesn’t count! Stay still and take it” he reprimanded, and you couldn’t help but let the tears flow from your cheeks. You really wouldn’t sit well tomorrow. Laying back down across his lap, you couldn’t help but feel a little sorry for yourself. All you wanted to do was ruffle his feathers a little. After all, keeping your relationship a secret was hard work, you just wanted to have some fun with him. And it seemed that at least some of his brothers knew about you and him.

Nodding in approval at your behaviour, the commander raised his arm and struck harshly on your ass. It made you jump and you couldn’t help but cry out. “Eleven” you let out, hoping he could understand you.

Two sharp hits landed in quick succession and you barely had time to catch your breath. “Twelve, thirteen” you struggled to get out, air in your chest tightening as you felt like your ass was on fire. You wouldn’t be surprised if your ass started smoking from how much heat it was giving off.

“Ready?” he checked in, waiting for your nod to continue. You knew these two would be the hardest yet, and he wouldn’t hold back. Biting your lip, you took a deep breath, preparing yourself for the paddle to hit your sore, cherry red behind. “Brace.”

It was the only warning you got before the hit landed hard on the middle of your cheeks. It stopped the breath in your lungs before you yelped, thighs trembling at the hit. “Four-fourteen” you mumbled, wanting to squirm against his hold, but his grip on your wrist was like durasteel. There was no way you were getting out of it unless he let you.

“Last one” he told you, although you weren’t sure if it was meant to be reassuring or not. He ran the paddle over your behind, and you couldn’t help but moan as the cut out wood caught on your bruised behind. When it suddenly disappeared, you knew it was time.

Taking a deep breath, you cried out as the last hit landed square on the back of your thighs, ensuring that you wouldn’t be able to sit properly tomorrow without some assistance. “Fifteen” you sobbed, burying your tear stained face into his leg.

“Good girl” he praised, running a hand over your flamed cheeks and down your legs. “Took it so well” he soothed, letting you cry it out for a moment before he heard your cries subside. Running his fingers between your legs, he wasn’t surprised to find that he found you slick. “Looks like you enjoyed your punishment more than you let on, neverd’ika” he chuckled darkly, tracing your slit up and down and gathering your wetness. He pushed a finger in, and then two, setting a steady rhythm as he listened to your small whines as your hips shifted against his legs.

Slowly, he lifted you up to stand in front of him, and he couldn’t help but press a kiss to your stomach. “Learnt your lesson yet?” he asked, running his hands over your hips before snaking their way to your breasts. He gave each nipple a quick squeeze before retreating.

“Yes sir, I won’t ever tease you like that again” you replied, ducking your head as he stared between your thighs. It felt like he was stripping you to your bare bones, seeing everything inside of you that made you you. He looked like he wanted to devour you.

“Good, but your punishment isn’t over yet, girl. Get on the bed” he instructed, moving off it and heading over to the toys he had picked out for you both to play with. Grabbing the rope, wand and your favourite vibrator, he placed them all at the end of the bed.

You couldn’t help but gasp as you noticed what he had picked out. You were expecting maybe the rope and the vibrator, he always knew how much you enjoyed playing with that one while he was away, but the wand... What was he planning on doing to you? Was he going to keep edging you all night? Or was he going to push you into overstimulation? You never could tell with Neyo, his plans always a step or two in front of you.

“Sir?”

“Oh, don’t get coy on me now, neverd’ika. You think you could get away with flirting with my vod? A fellow Commander?” he smirked, coming over to tie your hands together. He ran his fingers through the loops, making sure they were just tight enough to keep you in them but loose enough they wouldn’t chafe or bruise. Gathering your wrists, he tied them above your head to the headboard.

It left your chest on clear display, your breasts pushed out and on full view for him. You wouldn’t be able to cover yourself or touch him back when he sucked marks all the way down your chest. Adding to the fact that you wouldn’t be able to scratch him up and dig your nails into him until he moaned, you felt annoyance and a pout coming out. “I said I was sorry!” you snapped, tugging on the restraints pointlessly. They wouldn’t budge an inch.

Neyo scowled, quickly grabbing your jaw and tightening his hold on you, forcing you to look into his eyes. “Cut the attitude!” he growled, squeezing your cheeks slightly. You couldn’t help but feel your breath catch in your throat. Nodding as best as you could, you hoped he could read just how sorry you were for your insolence this evening.

Grunting in acceptance, Neyo released you, kissing down your body and leaving marks over your chest and ribs before pulling away and grabbing another length of rope. This one he used to link your legs to each corner of the bed, spreading them and leaving them exposed to his hungry gaze. He chuckled once more before he looked up at you. “Let me show you what happens to little brats who don’t follow the rules” he smirked, as he got off the bed and looked you over.

Holding back a whine, you couldn’t help but wonder what he was going to do with you. Maybe flirting with his vods just to get his attention and a little reaction from him wasn’t the best idea. You hoped he wouldn’t leave you on the edge again all night. That had got to be the worst punishment compared to leaving you twitching and moaning because of every touch from him ruined you for everyone else.

Carefully watching him, he set up the vibrator, pushing it in with a steady minded determination that you knew that whatever he had planned, it would push you to your limit. But that was what Neyo did, he pushed you to your limits before building you back up again, showing you what exactly you were capable of.

You moaned at the feeling of the vibrator filling you, stretching you and brushing against the pleasurable spot within you. Unable to stop it as you tried to buck your hips up towards him. If this was your punishment, you didn’t think you would stop if this was what happened every time.

He stared down at your opening, taking in the fake cock spreading your lips open wide and humming in satisfaction at the small, almost unconscious rocking of your hips down onto the steady thrust of the vibrator inside of you. When he thought you were conveniently distracted, he turned on the vibration to a steady setting. One that set your nerves on fire as you tried to get some kind of motion within you as he held still. Teasing you to your limits before lowering the intensity.

You didn’t think you could take any more, your insides moulding around the vibrator and making you shake against him. But you didn’t give any protests, eager to find out what more your lover had planned.

Neyo lined up the wand, pressing it against your clit. Hearing you gasp as you realised what he was going to do, he raised an eyebrow at you, daring you to complain. “What? Nothing to say? Talked an awful lot back at 79s” he mocked, securing the wand so it wouldn’t move as you did. Without warning he flicked the switch on.

The reaction was instant. Your body locked up, simultaneously running and trying to push yourself against the dual simulations within you. Letting out a loud cry, he quickly climbed up further onto the bed, resting his knees against your side. Fuck, you could feel the vibrator pressing against that spot that drove you mad, hurtling you closer and closer to the edge as it buzzed inside of you. As your clit swelled and hardened underneath the wand’s attention, you couldn’t help but whine his name. It wouldn’t be long before your orgasm would hit you with all the force of a cruise ship.

However, noticing how close you were to the edge, he turned the vibrator down to a lower setting and set the wand in a rhythmic pattern, never leaving you able to predict when it would work it’s magic against you.

“Neyo!” you hissed, furious at him for taking away your orgasm just when you were on the edge.

He growled low in his throat, hand coming to rest around your throat, as his face hovered so close to yours, you could count the gold flecks in his beautiful brown eyes. “Something to say?” he asked, voice dangerously low and he nipped at your bottom lip when you shook your head. “That’s what I thought. You’ll cum when I tell you that you can cum” he snapped, before straddling your chest.

He leant over you, gathering something from the top of the rope that surrounded your wrists. He pressed it into your palm, making sure you had a secure grip on it. “If you want me to stop, pull on this, it’ll release the ropes” he said firmly, making sure you were focused on him and his words.

“Yes sir” you confirmed, knowing that even though this was all a bit of rough and fun, Neyo actually never wanted to hurt you.

“Now, lets fill this mouth so I don’t have to listen to you speak!” he smirked, pressing a quick kiss to your cheek before hovering his hard, heavy cock over your mouth. Sticking out your tongue, you took in a deep breath, ready for him to push into you. “Kriff! Such an eager little slut for my cock” he breathed, placing a thumb on your tongue and forcing your mouth wider. Spit collected and dripped down your mouth before Neyo rested the head of his cock on your tongue, slowly pushing it in.

He dropped his head onto his chest, feeling your wet, hot mouth draw him in, the feel of your tongue against his hot length had his eyes slipping close.

Taking the moment to get used to him on your tongue, you felt him push even further into your mouth, hitting the back of your throat and making you gag. It was too soon, and Neyo pulled back to give you a chiding look. Nodding, you began to suck on the tip, running your tongue over the slit and collecting the pre-cum that was already collecting there and running down his length. You really wished you had your hands to stoke up and down his shaft or massaging his balls, or stroking him to completion. Anything to touch him more, but you weren’t allowed. Neyo had made sure of that.

Reaching back behind him, Neyo took control of the vibrator, pushing and thrusting it into you while you sucked on his cock. The moans you were making echoed along his cock, sending pleasure pooling low in his core, pressure building as he kept the vibrator hitting that spot inside of you.

Looking down at you, he could see the glazed expression in your eye, as he pushed further and further into your mouth. He kept the vibrator on the same setting but returned his hand into your hair, guiding you into taking more of his cock into your welcoming mouth. Drool dripped down his balls as you whimpered around him. Kriff! You looked fucking perfect like this.

“Wonder what my brothers would say if they could see you now? Just look at you, choking on my cock” Neyo growled, thrusting his hips even deeper into you. You tugged on your restraints, wishing that you could touch him. Squeeze his hips and beg for mercy from him. He closed his eyes at the sound of you gagging, enjoying the way you constricted around him.

Unable to help it you let out a sob as he pulled out, the dual sensation of being filled by both his cock and the vibrator in your cunt, the wand pressing into your clit and keeping you on the edge was just starting to be too much. You wanted to cum, needed to feel the release that had been hanging over your head all night. Bucking your hips down, you couldn’t get the movement you needed and you let out another frustrated cry.

“Poor baby, look at how much she wants to cum” Neyo mocked, thrusting his cock back into your welcoming mouth, setting a pace that was hurtling him closer and closer to his own release. “”Kriff!” he hissed, and you watched as his jaw muscle twitched above you as he fought with himself. Wanting to get him back for all the teasing he had been doing to you, you hummed around him, trying to push him over the edge as he tried to control himself.

Neyo growled, eyes instantly glaring down at you before he pulled out of your mouth. “Want to play games, girl? Fine!” he snarled, climbing off your chest.

You gasped, thighs automatically trying to close but the ties kept them open. Landing a swift hit to your outer thigh, you yelped, throat feeling sore and well used. “Commander, I-” you rasped, voice hoarse from the rough treatment of his cock.

He chuckled, shaking his head before he turned off the vibrator and pulled it from your clenching cunt. He watched as a thin trail of arousal connected you to the toy before it broke and fell between you on the sheets. “Want me to cum, neverd’ika? I’ll cum, but I’m deciding where” he promised, climbing between your legs and pushing your thighs a little wider to make room for himself. “I’m going to fucking ruin you” he hissed, slamming his cock inside you with one thrust.

Crying out at his rough intrusion, you fought against the ties that was holding you to the headboard, hips bucking up into his to try and feel more of him. It was a hopeless task, he was already balls deep in you and fucking you like it was going to be the last thing he did in this galaxy. You didn’t think you could take his pounding for long, already clenching and tightening around him as you felt ecstasy flood your body.

That was until he pressed the wand to your clit, turning up the speed. An inhuman scream left your lips as Neyo held the wand to you, fucking into you with deep, rough jabs of his hips. “FUCK!” you shouted, tears brimming in your eyes as the explosion of your nerves. “Neyo please!” you whined, not sure if you wanted to move away or press closer to him.

“You can take it, you’ve done it before!” he groaned, slamming his hips into yours, beginning to lose his rhythm. He felt your inner muscles tremble around him and he reached up, gripping your jaw and forcing you to meet his eyes. “Don’t you fucking cum. Only when I say” he grunted, pressing the wand harder into your abused bud.

“Please, please! Neyo, I’m gonna cum” you begged, hoping he’d take mercy on you and give you the permission you needed to fall over the edge.

Neyo couldn’t help but slam his hips into you a few more times before he found his release, spurting his warm seed inside of your clenching and tightening walls, letting you drain him of all that he had. All the while he kept the buzzing wand on you, never letting up even as your cries and begging echoed in his ears.

“Say it” he ordered, voice barely giving away how he felt like he was boneless, completely exhausted from his orgasm. “Say what I want to hear and you can cum” he promised, landing kisses along your chest. His lips and soft kisses adding even more to your pleasure addled brain.

“Yours… only yours” you gasped out, fists clenching as your vision blurred with your tears.

“Good girl, cum for me” he ordered, thrusting his oversensitive cock further into you as you exploded around him at his words. Your cunt clenched tight, your body stiffening as heat rushed through you, finally able to have your release after all the pleasure he had wrung out of you. Your vision whited out and you felt your legs tremble at the waves of your orgasm washed over you.

Slowly, and with great reluctance you opened your eyes, you noticed Neyo’s small smile hovering over you. He kissed your head gently, before reaching up to untie the ropes around your wrists. Gently, he massaged the stiff muscles, making sure to keep his touches light as he checked you over. When he was sure your hands and arms were okay, he untied the rest of your restraints, making sure to encourage blood back to the area and checking you over.

“Here, baby” he murmured, taking the forgotten glass of water from the side and helping you to sit up against him to drink it.

The water was like a cool balm against your throat, and you couldn’t help but moan at the sensation of it going down and soothing the hoarse feeling. “Good girl, slow sips” he instructed, brushing your sweaty hair away from your face and helping you to take a few more sips. When you had finished the glass, he put it on the side, wrapping an arm around your waist as he brought you closer into his chest. “Want some more?” he asked, trailing soft fingers up and down your arm. You shook your head, just wanting him to hold you close for now.

“Alright, pretty girl, lets lie down for a bit before we hit the refresher” he murmured, guiding you to lie further down the bed and into his arms. He would hold you for a while before continuing with looking after you. He would also need to put some bacta on your ass cheeks before you went to sleep.

You sighed, feeling safe and warm and secure whenever he held you like this. Nothing in the world could harm you if you had Neyo next to you. Wrapping yourself around him, you couldn’t help but feel the wonderful ache of a good night with him. Your ass stung, your legs felt like jelly and there was a delicious ache from between your legs.

“Did good?” you mumbled into him, rubbing your nose against his collarbone, seeking his reassurance.

“Did perfect, neverd’ika. My perfect, good girl” he praised, smiling into your hair. If anybody saw him, they would have thought he had gone crazy, been reprogrammed or something. Marshal Commander Neyo did not smile, nor did he cuddle. But for you, he would always make an exception. He would always soften those hard edges that kept him alive on the battlefield because you were the only good think in this karking war. Everyday, he yearned for your warm smiles and teasing looks. Just the feel of your skin against his was enough for him to lose his mind.

Sighing heavily, he pulled you closer, pressing a kiss onto your crown. He would get up soon, tend to the bruises and marks he had left on you. But for now, he would give you what you needed. His strong arms, keeping you safe from the rest of the galaxy. Hearing a matching sigh, he couldn’t help but promise that he would talk to you a bit more about making your relationship a bit more public. After all, he didn’t want any more brothers sniffing around you. You were his. And he was yours.

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Oh thank goodness! Just made it to baggage claim at DEL to grab my bag… hope none of the leather is damaged.

Good news, everything is in perfect condition. You even feel like everything is freshly polished when you open the case. It smells even more intensely of leather than when you packed the case. The bellboy who helps you unpack the suitcase is amazed. You can be sure that in fifteen minutes the entire hotel will know about your special luggage. But you don't care about that. You've already sat at the hotel bar in a full leather outfit in completely different hotels.

Whereby I must show you my respect. To go outside in this humidity and at over 30 degrees Celsius in a full outfit already proves that you are serious about leather, mate! Unfortunately, Delhi has now not so the gay nightlife. And a leather scene is also not necessarily there. But you don't need long to find like-mates in the relevant social networks. There are enough expats in the city. And private parties are obviously the place to be. A pretty horny looking fellow invites you to his boss's party. He sends you a limousine tonight to take you to the party. It all sounds pretty exclusive.

After a few days in the hotel, hardly anyone reacts to your appearance in shiny creaky leather in the lobby. The doorman holds the door open for you and opens the door to the back of the impressive limousine. The driver lowers the divider to you and tells you that you can help yourself to the bar. You may also help yourself to the cigars. According to his knowledge, it should be your favorite brand. And the window whirs back up. That the chauffeur has presented his muscular tits naked, you are no longer surprised. You light a cigar and start to massage your cock in anticipation of a horny party.

It becomes more and more bizarre. The car passes a guarded gate and drives through an illuminated park for what feels like a quarter of an hour. Then the car stops and a completely naked bodybuilder opens the car door for you. Everywhere, people who look like clones of the bodybuilder stand around and hand out drinks and snacks. Or walk around with a tray full of poppers. And in between there are horny fellows. In suits, in latex, in all kinds of gear. Only leather is actually quite rare. Finally you see the guy with whom you had an appointment. He asks you if you want to dance. Not really your thing. But you do him the favor. Mate, it's really hot. You feel like you're sweating through the leather. And you're actually sweating through the leather. The leather gets thinner and thinner. And mischievous with your skin getting darker. The only thing left on your chest is a harness of chain links and leather. No idea where it came from. But it feels better. Nevertheless, beads of sweat glisten on your chest hair. Fuck, you had shaved your chest especially for the party. And why is your dance partner suddenly as tall as you? A moment ago you were a good head taller… No matter, the music gets into your head, the poppers too, you just let yourself go…

The next morning you wake up. This is not your hotel room. It looks more like a darkroom. With a bed covered with leather. And a bathroom next to it, the one with the black light illumination and the pee trough also in a leather club. There's a knock at the door. Your dancing partner from yesterday enters. Your host or rather your new master would like to meet you now. Welcome to Delhi!