#shepcest

Includes: ✔ Shepcest (the John Sheppard x2 kind) ✔ Piss (like, so much) ✔ A good time all around

Reflected (on AO3)

Rated E, naturally 😏

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Slammed to the sparring room floor on his face, John let out a loud whoof of breath that turned into a groan. His replicator-grown double, the one who had done the slamming, chuckled from somewhere near John’s shoulder.

“Aw c’mon, John,” Sheppard said, “we both know you can do better than that. You a little distracted or something?”

John felt a flush of heat rise in his neck and face that had nothing to do with strenuous exercise. Sheppard— that was how John thought of his sort-of clone, to try and keep things at least a little less confusing in his own mind— knew exactly what John was getting distracted by. And he was purposely making it worse by keeping John pinned facedown on the floor like, his hips pressing against John’s ass with just a hint more pressure than necessary.

Well, two could play at that game. Shifting under his other self’s weight, John ignored the briefly heated twinge in his lower belly and arched his back, pushing back into Sheppard’s groin as if by accident.

They had found her while raiding an old Cerberus base, and she had been brought to his cabin, with the two staring at each other for the past ten minutes.

"Why a redhead ?" John finally asked.

The woman shrugged.

"Beats me. Apparently the guy in charge of that facility wanted his own army of Shepards. So he made a whole bunch of us. Some guys, some girls, blacks, asians, latinos, whites, blondes, redheads, bald..."

"And you're the only one left alive."

"Of course." the redhead woman scoffed. "I'm the better Shepard. Better than you too, I bet."

John shook his head. "If you wanna join me, I'm in charge on that ship."

"Don't see why you should." the redhead dismissed. "For all we know you're a clone too, so there's no real reason for me to obey you."

"How about because I was put in charge by the Alliance ?" John snapped back. She was starting to really annoy him.

"And ? You and I know they make shit decisions half the time." his clone countered.

John groaned in frustration.

"Okay, you're really going to need to learn the pecking order here."

"It's pretty simple, me on top, everybody else below." the redhead smirked.

“Enough!” John got up from his chair, walking up to her, wanting to wipe that self-satisfied smirk off her face.

“Or what?” Jane grinned.

“Or that.” John undid his pants and swung his hips, smacking the woman’s face with his cock.

“Really mature of you.” the clone chuckled.

His cock was certainly big and impressive, hanging from his legs like that, but she wasn’t going to let that beat her.

“You really need to leanr yoru place.” John growled, before taking her hair and guiding it toward his cock  

“Yeah yeah, once i’ve blown you off you can calm down and have a civilized discussion about it.” the woman said, souding bored, before taking his cock in her mouth.

It tasted great, she supposed. She was technically a virgin, after all. In fact, she wouldn’t mind sucking his cock again later on.

Her blowjob was messy, not helped by John’s hand on her hair forcing her to take more than she was comfortable with, but her frustration quickly was replaced by enthusiasm and eagerness.

“Lokks like you love my cock.” John chuckled.  

The woman looked up at him, pulling out with a loud slurping sound as the half of his cock she got into her left her mouth. 

“Maybe, and it does taste nice, but that doesn’t mean i’m not the one who decides.” 

Her words would have been more convincing if her tone had more bite , and if she wasn’t on her knees with drool dripping from her chin and she knew it.

still, she resumed sucking his cock, feeling it stretch her throat as she slurped on it, trying to pleasure it the best she could, feelign herself getting wet more and more.

“O.. Okay.” she surrendered after a few minutes, her nipples hard, her pussydrenched. “I.. I’ll let you lead, but don’t boss me around like the others, please? I want to be your second.”  

Thank youuu I think about them A Lot 😇

More John/Dave is the very rough-draft beginnings of a self-indulgent PWP sequel to that first fic! I haven't gotten far in yet, but I have a good idea of where it's going 😏 Here's the beginning of what I've hammered (heh) out so far:

Snippet:

The sun’s warm and the breeze is cool, the weathered wood of the old stable’s wall prickly but not uncomfortable against his back. Dave takes a long drag from his cigarette, his eyes closed and face tilted up to the sky, and exhales a slow, contented sigh along with the cloud of smoke.

He opens his eyes to watch it dissipate, and then he looks down at the real reason he’s feeling so fucking good right now.

“Jesus, I never get over how good you are at this,” he says with a groan, fingers curled loosely as he strokes them through his brother’s already-messy hair.

John’s eyes turn up, a pleased smile crinkling at the corners— and he doesn’t stop, but he does slow down, pulling another groan from Dave’s throat with a few deliberate, deep sucks up and down the length of Dave’s spit-wet cock. It’s obscene. Everything about the whole thing is obscene. The sucking-wet sounds John’s making around his dick. The low moans of pleasure he can feel in response to every twitch of his cock on John’s tongue. The fact that it’s Dave’s little brother on his knees for him, again, and they both love it.

“Missed me?” John asks, voice thick and already a touch hoarse. His palms are pressed flat to Dave’s thighs, warmer than the late-afternoon sun.

Coming Home - Explicit, complete

CW for underage content in chapter 1-3, incest, and more, please read the tags xx

Six chapters, just shy of 15k words total... I still don't know where this came from but I've never been so interested in Dave Sheppard before 😂😏 Starts when they're teenagers and wraps up in canon-present-day. I'm also still not over the moodboard art Anagrrl made for me to go with it 😍 so I'm gonna put that here along with a little Chapter 5 (Reunion) excerpt just because I can.

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After an incredibly awkward exchange with John and his… “friend,” the rest of the day passes in a blur. Somber faces Dave only half recognizes, a tangle of conflicting emotions he’d just rather not have to process at all, especially not today. 

John’s home. Now, John comes home, after disappearing for longer than he ever had before; after leaving Dave to deal with all of this alone and not even bothering to get in touch, let alone come back for a goddamn visit. 

Dave can’t work out whether he’s more relieved or pissed off about it. 

He also can’t work out how, exactly, he’s feeling about John bringing a stupidly attractive man home with him the fucking minute their father dies. Civilian contractor, my ass, Dave thinks to himself, with equal measures of bitterness, sardonic amusement, and— 

…Jealousy. 

Even after all this time, even through the dark, mirthless laugh he gets at the thought of John pulling this stunt to flip their father one last middle finger for good measure on his way out; despite all that, Dave can’t bring himself to deny the fact that deep down, he’s jealous that this guy has what Dave lost, twenty-plus years ago. 

The way the two stand while they talk quietly, so casually, comfortably near one another; the way this ‘Ronon’ hovers protectively and glowers at almost everyone else who comes too close or so much as looks at John sideways. The way John smiles up at Ronon, who is… not that far off from Dave himself in height and build, even if they have nothing else in common. 

The afternoon seems to last for a week all by itself; but once the day is finally, finally over, once everyone has gone home and left Dave in peace… He steels himself, and goes to find his brother. Surprisingly, John hadn’t found some vague excuse to leave early— Dave had been fully expecting he would— and he and Ronon accepted the offer to stay the night at the estate to give Dave and John the chance for a much-needed talk.

Sheppard and Sheppard proving beyond a doubt that clone-fucking is really not just masturbation. ...Rodney's probably never been so happy to be wrong about something before in his life.

Rodney was dead.

He had to be. He’d died, and he’d gone to heaven. Because even though he didn’t believe in that nonsense, it had to be the only possible explanation for how he’d wound up back in his room pinned between two John Sheppards.

And both of them every bit as handsy as Rodney had always thought he— they— John would be.

Rodney groaned, the half-whimper muffled into one Sheppard’s mouth while the other reached around from behind to undo Rodney’s fly, breath hot and mouth wet on Rodney’s neck. He had no idea anymore which one was which. They were both just as hard as Rodney was, clothed stiff heat rubbing against him front and back with matching, lazy rolls of their hips, hands stripping Rodney’s shirt off over his head while another pair pushed his pants and underwear down and warm fingers wrapped around his freed cock in a firm grip.

“You good, McKay?” John asked in front of him, absentmindedly licking kiss-swollen lips while meeting Rodney’s gaze with a heated, searching look.

ooooh all of the options 👀 let's see....

“vs.” for who I think would win a fight

Sheppard vs. Dark!Shep - definitely dark twisted DoppleJohn. Sheppard's still no match for wrestling with the worst parts of his own mind.

--until his family comes to save him again, that is 🥺🥰

“or” for who I like better

Sheppard or Dark!Shep ohhhh that's hard.... Gonna go with OG John, cause he may not have that deliciously twisted Evil vibe, but he can still go so intriguingly dark in those morally grey areas. While also being adorable and hot and snarky as well 😍

“+” for how I ship them (platonic, familial, romantic, not at all)