#commander cody x you

[the-bad-batch-baroness]

Roses Are Red and Violets Are... Orange?

Cody x Fem!Reader

Summary: You ask Cody what he wants to do for the Festival of Love this cycle, and he has no idea what you're talking about, but he is for sure going to figure it out.

Pairing: Cody x Fem!Reader

Characters: Cody, Rex

Tags & Warnings: 18+, suggestive themes, fluff, kissing, romance, humor, Valentine's Day

Word Count: 3.5k

Author's Note: Happy Coday!!! I couldn't let the momentous once in a lifetime Cody Day pass by without offering something from my imagination to the archives, so I made this. It's short, sweet, and hilarious. Also, yay! Cody gets his first full-length feature fic! As always, please enjoy 💚

Cody leans over, cups your cheek, and presses his lips against yours. The holo-film playing in the background quickly forgotten about in exchange for something much more sweet. You lean into him, and a small moan escapes your throat when he sucks on your bottom lip. His hands roam the sides of your body as he lays you back against the couch cushions. Your world is devoid of anything and everything that isn't Cody as his weight settles between your legs and–

BEEP BEEP

You groan into Cody's mouth as your alarm blares on the center table to alert you that it's time to get ready for work. With one hand wrapped around the back of Cody's head you keep his lips pressed against yours, and with the other you turn off your alarm. You curse your stupid alarm and you curse your stupid third shift at the medcenter. It always interrupts you right when you're getting to the good part. You just want a couple more minutes, but Cody knows better than to keep you.

Cody breaks the kiss, pushes himself off of you, and plops down onto the opposite end of the couch. "That thing's worse than my vod," Cody sighs.

You sit up and stretch your arms. "At least my alarm can't watch," you muse.

"That's it's only good quality," Cody chuckles. He leans his head against the side of the couch and smiles.

"What?" you ask when you catch him looking.

"Nothing," he says. "Just admiring from afar."

You raise an eyebrow. "Well, can you do that a little farther away? Like outside my apartment farther away?"

"You're kicking me out?" he gasps in fake horror. "How could you?"

You pity him for a moment and crawl across the couch cushions to sit on his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck, and placing a sweet kiss just below his ear. "I only do it because I know you'll come back."

Cody smooths his hands over your back as he nuzzles your neck with the side of his cheek. "Always, cyare."

BEEP BEEP

"Aaargh!" you exclaim angrily as your second alarm goes off.

Cody laughs. "Better do as it says."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," you sigh as you get off of him and make your way towards the kitchen.

Cody gets up from the couch, stretches his arms over his head, and starts putting his armor plates back on.

"Hey Codes?" you yell from the kitchen while staring at your calendar.

He fastens his chest plate and yells back. "Yeah?"

You peak your head around the kitchen corner so you don't have to yell again. "What do you want to do for the Festival of Love next week?"

Cody stiffens, then turns around to look at you. "The what?"

"The Festival of Love," you repeat. "It's on a Taungsday this cycle, which is my rotation off, so I thought maybe we could do something special."

"Uh, sure," Cody says with mild panic, then busies himself with putting on his vambraces. "Whatever you want."

"Cody," you huff and cross your arms. "It's about us, not just me."

"Of course," Cody corrects as he rubs the back of his neck. "I just meant that whatever you want to do on your rotation off is perfectly fine with me. I want to work within your schedule."

"Sure you do…" you say as you narrow your eyes at him with suspicion. You sigh. "Just let me know, okay?"

"Will do," he says with a lazy salute.

You roll your eyes and go back to what you were doing in the kitchen.

Meanwhile, Cody puts his leg braces on the wrong legs as his mind tries to figure out what the Festival of Love is. He's never heard of it, and he's not sure what he's so supposed to do with this information now that he has it. He's also not sure why you want to celebrate it or why you are adamant that you should celebrate it together. It's not uncommon for clones to miss out on galactic holidays or celebrations, but if it means that much to you, he'll figure it out somehow.

Once his armor is situated on the correct body parts, he makes his way to the kitchen to bid you farewell. The late night rendezvous due to your work schedule are exhausting, but he doesn't mind. As long as he's planet side, he'll mess up his sleep schedule to be able to spend quality time with you. It's almost been an entire cycle since the day he first laid eyes on you, and since then he's fallen deeply in love. Besides his brothers, there's no one he loves more than you.

"I'm off," he says as he enters the kitchen.

You also enter the kitchen, now changed into your work clothes, and grab your cooler off the top of the conservator so you can pack your mid-shift meal. "I'll see you tomorrow?" you throw over your shoulder while grabbing food items.

Cody looks down at his chronometer and smirks. "It'll be tomorrow very soon."

You chuckle. "You know what I mean."

Cody walks up behind you and wraps his arms around your stomach. "I'll see you tomorrow."

You crane your neck around to give him a goodbye kiss and he meets you halfway. "Be safe," you say.

"Always," Cody says. He releases you from his grip, gives you one more kiss on the top of your head for good measure, and heads towards the door.

His mind runs wild with thoughts about this Festival of Love you mentioned and he knows it will continue to bug him until he finds out what it is and why you want to celebrate it. Once outside the apartment, he takes a couple steps down the walkway and thinks about the best strategy to use. His thoughts immediately fall to Rex. Him and Rex have known each other since the day they were decanted. If anyone can help him figure out his predicament, he knows it'll be Rex.

Cody stops walking and leans against the wall of the building he stops in front of. The night air is a little chilly, but that doesn't bother him, not when he's got so much on his mind. He pulls out his comm to type a quick message to Rex.

Are you awake?

Cody taps his foot on the ground as he waits for Rex to respond. His comm blinks.

I am now

Cody sighs in relief and types another message.

Meet me at the diner

Cody stares at his comm, waiting for Rex's reply.

Right now? It's 23:30!

Cody rolls his eyes and types another message.

It's important

Cody pushes himself off the wall and heads down the street towards the diner. He knows Rex won't leave him hanging. His comm blinks.

Be there in ten

Cody smiles and puts the comm in his pocket. He knew Rex wouldn't let him down. Of course this is important. This is his cyare they're talking about. Aside from his duty to the GAR as a soldier, you are his most important mission. He needs to understand this Festival of Love thing so he can address it properly and make an effective plan of attack to ensure it's a special day for you, and apparently, for him too. He's not sure how he fits into it, but he's sure Rex will know.

It's only a short walk to the diner and Cody arrives before Rex does. He grabs their usual booth, the one all the way at the end in the corner by the window, orders two mugs of hot caf, and lets the waitress know that he's waiting for someone. Cody rests his chin in the palm of his hand and stares blankly out the large transparisteel window. It's dark out, so there's not much to see, but he's also not looking to see anything either. He's thinking, and sometimes staring helps him think.

"Someone better be dying," Rex groans as he slides into the booth across from Cody.

Cody removes his gaze from the window to acknowledge Rex and smirks. Rex looks like he just rolled out of bed. Half-lidded eyes, an annoyed scowl plastered on his face, a pair of blacks on the bottom, an undershirt, and a half-zipped jacket on top. Cody doesn't blame him for looking so disheveled at this time of night, especially since he woke him up and dragged him out here to meet him, but if he can't depend on his closest batch brother, then who can he depend on?

"I ordered you some caf," Cody says.

"Great," Rex yawns. "Looks like I won't be getting any sleep tonight."

"Sorry," Cody says, but he's not really sorry.

The waitress arrives with the two mugs of caf and she sets them down in front of the two men. She places some sugar packets and cream cartons on the table, then leaves them to it.

Rex tears several packets of sugar and dumps them in his caf, stirring lazily to dissolve it.

"That's gross," Cody chuckles. He brings his mug of black caf up to his lips and takes a tentative sip. "This stuff is much better than what the GAR gives us."

Rex grumbles and takes a sip of his caf. "What was so urgent that I had to leave my warm bed to come meet you in this cold diner?"

"I need to know what the Festival of Love is," Cody says.

Rex spits out his caf and coughs. He grabs a few napkins from the dispenser and wipes his chin, then the mess he made on the table. "Vod, you better be joking."

Cody leans across the table. "I'm serious. You need to tell me."

"That's what couldn't wait until morning?" Rex exclaims.

"I only have a couple of rotations to figure it out," Cody explains. "You know how important it is to have enough time to plan strategic maneuvers."

"Cody," Rex sighs and rubs his face. "It's a holiday, not a frontal assault!"

"Same difference," Cody says with a dismissive wave. "This is my cyare. She wants to do something special for it and I have no idea what to do. I don't even know what it is!"

"Maker, you're worse than my battalion," Rex sighs. "Fine, if I tell you what it is, can I go back to bed?"

"Yes," Cody agrees.

"The Festival of Love is a holiday for couples," Rex explains. "It's a special day where you and your cyare celebrate your relationship, give each other gifts, and appreciate them."

"That's it?" Cody asks.

"Yeah, that's it," Rex retorts and narrows his eyes. "What did you think a Festival of Love was going to be about?"

Cody shrugs.

"Well, my job here is done," Rex says. He downs the rest of his caf and shimmies his way out of the booth.

"Wait," Cody says as he grabs Rex's wrist. "We're not done yet."

Rex sighs and shimmies back into the booth. "What else?"

"How do you celebrate it?" Cody asks.

"How should I know?" Rex retorts. "Does it look like I have a cyare? Because if I did, I wouldn't be here with you, I'd be with her, in my bed, naked, with my–"

"Okay, I get the picture," Cody interrupts. "Come on, vod, give me something to work with."

Rex sighs. "I'll comm Echo. He's into those types of novels. I'm sure he knows."

Cody raises an eyebrow. "What do you mean by those types of novels?"

"You know…" Rex ducks his head and leans over the table to whisper. "Those erotic romance novels where the main characters have lots of crazy sex."

"Oh," Cody whispers, drawing the syllable out. "Those types of novels. You've got some… interesting vod."

Rex shrugs. "At least he's quiet about it. You should see what Fives and Jesse get up to in their spare time. That stuff will make you turn red faster than–"

"I'm good," Cody interrupts. "Anything from Echo?"

"Give him a minute," Rex says. "He should be asleep, like me."

Rex's comm blinks and he looks down at it to read what Echo wrote.

"Beside the long list of expletives…" Rex begins. "He says you can get them anything pink or red that's heart shaped, as well as chocolates, flowers, cards, poetry, jewelry, perfume, stuffed animals, and bedroom stuff. Also, he says that a fancy dinner is always nice too."

"That's a lot of things," Cody says thoughtfully.

"You probably don't need to do everything," Rex adds. "Maybe just dinner, flowers, and something personal."

"Maybe…" Cody trails off in thought.

He has a better idea about what the holiday is, and what he should be doing, but he still needs to plan everything. Reservations this late into the game are going to be difficult, so he might need to pull some connections, or at worst use a bribe. Regardless, the flowers and chocolate should be simple. The jewelry on the other hand might be complicated, and so would the poetry. He's not even sure if he's read any poetry before, let alone know how to write any for his cyare.

"Well," Rex begins when he starts to doze off at the growing silence, "as much fun as this has been, I want to go back to bed."

"Oh, yeah," Cody says as he snaps back to the present. "Thanks. I appreciate the help."

Rex shimmies out of the booth and throws an annoyed look over his shoulder. "If you were anyone else, I would've shot you."

Cody smiles and takes another sip of his caf. "Love you too, vod."

After Cody finishes his caf, he heads back to the barracks, but instead of sleeping, he pulls out his data-pad and starts researching. He received a lot of great leads from Rex's trooper, Echo, and now he needs to put all of his thoughts together to execute the perfect Festival of Love presentation for you. He searches for the right shops, reads through numerous product reviews, browses romantic poetry, and searches for the fanciest restaurants to make a reservation at.

As the days roll by, Cody puts his plan into action. The dinner reservation comes first, and he was correct in his assumption that he needed to pull some strings and call in a few favors to get a good reservation with the holiday so close. It does help that he has a batchmate in the Coruscant Guard. Bribery can get him into trouble, so having Fox on his side is worthwhile. He makes a mental note to prepare for the Festival of Love at least six months in advance for the next cycle.

The list of gift ideas he has is decent, but he can't decide whether he wants to do a few of them or all of them. Considering this is his first Festival of Love, he errs on the side of caution and buys them all. The best initial battle strategies are the ones approached broadly with caution, then tailored down to suit the individual situation. This strategy is no different. He'll watch your reaction to each gift and gauge how well it's received, then adjust his gifting for the next cycle.

It's perfect. Everything is perfect. The gift basket is beautiful, with all of the gifts neatly nestled on top of shredded pink, red, and white paper, and a large velvet red bow tied neatly around the handle. Cody admires his handiwork, then looks at his chronometer. It's a few hours before your dinner reservation, and just about time for Cody to pick up the last of the gifts, the flowers. He visited multiple florists before finally picking one and ordering the flowers he wanted to give you.

Now, with his gift basket and flowers in tow, he heads over to your apartment. He's wearing his best clothes, his officer uniform, and made sure there wasn't a wrinkle on it. Tonight needs to be special for you, so he went overboard with the preparation. It was unfortunate when your work called you in to help with another shift, but you still got the night off, which didn't hinder Cody's plans at all. Although, it did give him plenty of time to overthink and double check everything.

Cody places the gift basket down on the front steps of the apartment, re-situates the flowers in his hands, picks up the box of chocolates, and rings the doorbell. He stands back and straightens himself up as he waits for you to answer, feeling like a scared little shiny going on his first date. He shouldn't feel this anxious. He made sure to plan for every contingency and even made a back-up plan for his back-up plan. All of his bases are covered, but he wants to puke.

You open the door, dressed in the fancy outfit you picked out for dinner. "Cody," you smile with surprise. "You're early."

Cody clears his throat. "Roses are red," he says and hands you the bouquet of red roses.

"Cody!" you exclaim. "These are so–"

"Violets are blue," he interrupts you and hands you another bouquet of flowers.

"Cody," you say. "These are–"

"Sugar is sweet," he interrupts you again and hands you the box of chocolates.

"Cody," you say. "I don't have enough hands."

"And so are you," he says, then grabs your full hand to kiss the back of it.

You grin from ear to ear at the adorable gesture, snort, then start laughing.

Cody's eyes grow wide thinking he did something wrong. "Do you not like the flowers? Or was it the poem?"

"No, no, of course, I love the flowers," you chuckle, trying not to laugh harder. "But Cody. These aren't violets, they're carnations, and they're orange, not blue."

"Oh, yeah," he says sheepishly. "I couldn't find any violets so I got you ones that matched my battalion colors instead."

"You are the sweetest man alive!" you exclaim as you wrap your arms around his neck and kiss his cheek.

Cody smiles and hugs you back. "I've got more for you," he says, then reaches down to grab the gift basket.

Your jaw drops and you look between Cody and the basket. "This is all… for me?"

Cody nods. "I wanted today to be special so I got you everything I could think of."

"I can see that," you exclaim. "Why don't you come inside and I'll open it?"

Cody agrees and enters your apartment. He's been over to your place numerous times, but for some reason he feels like a stranger today. You walk off towards the kitchen to take care of the two bouquets of flowers and put them in some water, leaving Cody at the entrance. He takes a few cautious steps into the living room and places the gift basket on the caf table. Not knowing what else to do with himself, Cody sits on the couch and waits for you to return from the kitchen.

"You look beautiful," he says as you walk into the living room.

You smile. "Well, with those fancy dinner reservations you got us," you begin and then twirl to let him see the whole outfit. "I had to take it up a notch."

Cody bites his lip as his eyes roam from the top of your head all the way down to the bottom of your feet. "Gorgeous."

You sit down next to him on the couch and start looking through the gift basket. You pull out more boxes of chocolates, all in different shapes and flavors, a beautiful hand-written card, a bottle of your favorite perfume you were running out of, and a stunning silver set of earrings and a matching necklace. Your jaw drops and you put them on immediately so you can wear them to dinner tonight. Next you pull out an adorable stuffed tooka holding a heart, which makes you melt.

"What's this?" you ask as you reach the bottom of the basket and find a small bottle of strawberry flavored lube.

Cody rubs the back of his neck. "It was in the same section as everything else, so I thought maybe we could try it out."

"Cody," you laugh. "This stuff is awful."

"Really?" he asks, kicking himself now for buying it. "I didn't want to get anything too risky without talking to you first, so I thought that maybe something small like this would–"

"Did you taste it?" you interrupt to ask.

"They weren't exactly giving out samples," he jokes.

You snort, then hug Cody as tight as you can. "You are the sweetest man in the galaxy, you know that?"

"You're sweeter," he says and seals his words with a kiss.

You smile and take a nibble at his ear. "Why don't I grab the can of whipped cream from the conservator?" you whisper against his skin. "We can be naughty and have our dessert before dinner."

Cody smirks. "Yes ma'am."

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hi Starry! if I may slide in with a request for:

❛ have a little trust in yourself, i know you can take it. ❜

with our darling Commander Cody please! ☀️

A Little Trust

Pairing: Cody x Fem!Reader

Warnings: NSFW, 18+. Female receiving fingering. Cody being a little dom. Established relationship/everything consensual.

WC: ~700

A/N: Sev!!!!! Oh you may, lovely dear! Because of this request I’m back on my Cody Hours, so please enjoy this thotty drabble. 🫡

“C-Cody…” you panted, face pressed firmly into the desk, your hands clenching the edge for dear life.

“Please…” You were begging now, trying to save face but when the Marshal Commander had two fingers deep inside you, you were bound to break eventually.

“What was that?” Cody hummed, lazily pumping his fingers in and out. His other hand was squeezing and kneading the flesh of your ass, his fingers and palm intent on leaving marks for you to remember him by later.

You always forget how thick his fingers are until he has them inside you, spreading you and brushing against the spot that made your body spasm, much to Cody’s delight.

Drool was pooling on his desk, your mouth agape from the pleasure he was bringing you from just his digits.

Just when you thought you couldn’t take it anymore, needing his cock or mouth on your soaked pussy, you felt a third finger begin its way inside you.

“C-Cody! I…so much…” You gasped into the desk, unsure if a third finger would fit when you already felt so full.

Cody slowed his fingers, now rubbing small circles on the swell of your ass.

“Have a little trust in yourself,”

His voice was low, commanding.

“I know you can take it.”

You tried your best to relax as his third finger eased its way in. Tears were running down your cheeks, mixing with the drool on the hard surface of his desk. Your knuckles were white from gripping the edge, and your legs weak.

“C-Cody!” You keened, his three fingers now seated inside you. You clenched and spasmed around them, arching back into him to get him to move, to do something.

Cody knew what you wanted, slowly pumping in and out of you. “So full…” You sighed, adjusting to the stretch.

“That’s right, mesh’la. So good for me. I knew you could do it. Have to get you ready for my cock.

You could hear the smirk in his voice, his fingers now easily sliding against your walls, sparks of pleasure running up and down your spine.

“So kriffing wet, you’re soaking.” Cody leaned down, his armor digging into your backside, keeping you in place between him and the desk.

“You’re going to come like this.” He commanded in your ear, his breath hot on your face. “Going to feel this beautiful pussy gush on my fingers, and then you’ll come on my cock. Understood?”

Your body was trembling, nodding into the desk, feeling impossibly stretched.

“Y-yes…Commander.”

Cody growled, removing his fingers from you. You whined at the loss, not given a chance to protest before he flipped you over on your back, splayed out on his desk.

He grabbed your thighs, pulling you down to the edge of his desk as he kneeled between them.

Cody slipped three digits back inside, latching his mouth onto your clit and sucking hard.

Your eyes rolled back into your head as high-pitched, broken gasps of his name were ripped from your throat. His fingers fucked in and out of you, lewd sounds filling his office.

His mouth, tongue, and lips worked you over-sensitive nub, bringing you pleasure only he knew how.

You came quickly, crashing over the edge into blinding pleasure. You clamped around his fingers, thrashing on his desk, sending flimis flying as he worked you through your ecstasy.

Cody slowed his fingers as he felt your orgasm fading, your body going limp on his desk.

The Marshal Commander slowly removed his digits from you, a mouth-watering sight that made his cock even harder against his codpiece.

“Perfect. Absolutely perfect.” He muttered, kissing your inner thigh before standing up to lean over you.

He kissed your temple, gently stroking your arm. Your eyes fluttered open, not even realizing you had shut them. Your eyes met his brown ones, his lips coming to yours in a passionate kiss.

“I knew you could do it, mesh’la.” He whispered against your lips, his tongue now probing your own.

You gripped the back of his hair, fingers twirling into his short locks, humming in agreement against him.

“If it was too much, we can stop-“ Cody started before his words were cut off by a strained moan as you removed his codpiece with your free hand, letting it clatter to the floor.

His blacks were barely holding back his hard length, your fingers running over the bulge. Cody let out a low rumble of pleasure, reverberating into your body as your hand gripped his cock through his blacks.

You nipped at his bottom lip, wetness pooling between your legs at the anticipation of his thick length deep inside you.

“You know I can take it, Commander.”

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[foxigemini]

A Little Bit of Fun (Captain Rex x Female Reader x Commander Cody Smut)

Summary: You work at a brothel/strip club for clones. Wolffe has convinced a curious Cody and a reluctant Rex to come along with him to this establishment. Once there, Rex and Cody can't resist your beauty.

Warnings: Nsfw, Smut, Threesome, Oral Sex, Fingering, Unprotected Sex.

"Can't believe Wolffe convinced me to come along to this place," Rex muttered and crossed his arms as he leaned back against the chair.

"You can't tell me you haven't been a little bit curious about this establishment?" Cody said with a teasing smile as he took a mouthful of his beer.

"No. I haven't," Rex replied and glared at the commander.

Cody raised one of his eyebrows and sat his glass down on the table. "C'mon, Captain. Are you really telling me that you've never jerked off while fantasizing about fucking a woman?"

"Of course not!" Rex's face went bright red. "I am a soldier. I do not lower myself to such simple desires."

Cody laughed. "Yeah, right. Keep telling yourself that."

Rex huffed and ignored his brother as he scanned the room. "Where is Wolffe anyway?"

Cody nodded at something behind Rex and smiled. "Looks like he's already found his enjoyment for the evening."

Rex turned his head around and saw his other brother walking down a corridor with his arms around two women, his delightful laugh booming through the room.

Rex shook his head and looked back at Cody, ready to say something, when the music volume suddenly increased, drawing every clone's attention to the scene where Rex and Cody sat. Rex turned to the stage, his eyes widening as a woman walked out from the shadows wearing nothing but the thin fabric of clothes covering her sex and breasts.

*

The spotlights licked your swaying curves as you grabbed the pole in the middle and started dancing. Closing your eyes, you felt the music in every fiber of your body, letting it control your every muscle. Most workers here hated their job, found it degrading, but you loved it. Nothing was more thrilling than having the attention of all the men in the room, feeling their desire for you. Some might call you weird for it, but who cared what others thought?

You smiled at the two clones sitting nearest you as you wrapped your legs around the pole and bent backward, arching your back and pushing your breasts out. Well, well, these two were new here.

*

Cody swallowed hard as he watched you grind your sex against the pole, and his dick was painfully hard against his trousers. You reached back and untied the clothing covering your breasts and let it fall to the floor. Cody's breath hitched in his throat when he saw your tits, the first ones he'd ever seen in his life. Kriff, you were perfect. So soft and plump and tempting...

Rex couldn't tear his eyes away from your breasts bouncing as you danced in front of him and Cody, couldn't control his body's reaction as he felt himself become hard. Kriff...He blinked his eyes, tried to concentrate on anything but your tempting body, but it proved to be utterly hopeless. Your body moved around the pole with agility and enticing rolls of your hips until the song ended and you bowed to the cheering crowd before leaving the stage.

"Wow...kriff...she was...," Cody gulped and shifted in his chair, trying to ease his predicament.

Rex didn't say anything, only glared at his brother when he felt a hand on his shoulder and saw Cody's widened eyes.

"Well, hello, boys. You two are new here."

Rex turned his head around and met your smiling face. He clenched his jaw and glared at you, trying to ignore your hand sliding down his chest.

"How would you know? We all look the same."

You smiled and giggled softly. "Of course you don't. You all have distinctive features that separate you from each other. Like your scar," you said as you walked over to the other clone and ran your fingers across the scar on his face, smiling when he took a sharp breath. "What's your name, trooper?"

"C-Cody," Cody stuttered and fluttered his eyes as your hand ran across his shoulder.

"And your friend?"

"R-Rex. His name is Rex."

"Well, hello Cody and Rex. My name is y/n. Are you guys only here to watch? Or are you here to have some fun?"

"Uhhh...," Cody gulped when you suddenly sat down on his lap and rolled your ass against his crotch. "Oh, kriff..." he cursed under his breath and stared at your ass, his hands shaking mere inches away from your hips he didn't dare to touch.

You giggled. "Looks like you want to have some fun, trooper." You stood up and took his hand as Cody stood up on shaky knees. "And what about your friend? Isn't he coming too?"

Cody's eyes widened. "Y-You want us both??"

You smirked. "The more, the merrier. I'm not doing this without him," you said and winked down at the sterner clone still sitting down with his arms crossed and glaring up at you.

"Oh, kriff, c'mon Rex, please," Cody begged his brother. "You have to do this. You can't tell me you're at least a little bit curious."

"Wait. Are you telling me you're both virgins?" you asked, earning a blush from Cody. You giggled with joy. "Oh, this is gonna be so much fun."

*

Rex didn't know why he followed Cody and you through the corridor and into a private room. Maybe it was curiosity? A longing for something more? Something else? Once this war was over, he would be redundant. What would he do then? He had been thinking about Cut ever since he left their planet. About what it would be to have a family, children. Perhaps, there was more to this world than being a soldier.

Once inside the room, you gently pushed Rex and Cody down to sit on the couch. They looked up at you with big, wonderous eyes and you smiled down at them as you settled yourself between them, placing each of your legs across their thighs, spreading your legs for them.

"C'mon, boys. Don't be afraid. Touch me. You can do anything you want with me," you purred seductively as you ran your finger down Cody's jaw. Cody stared back at you and you could feel him holding his breath as his shaky hand came closer and closer to your inner thigh. The other one, Rex, had shifted from grumpy to curious as his fingers ran up along the sensitive skin on your inner thighs. He definitely was the more bold but silent one. Cody's fingers were finally grazing your skin now, his breath jagged as he inched closer and closer to your clothed sex. You closed your eyes and let out a soft moan from their touch and in that moment, something changed. You could feel it in the air. Opening your eyes, you met Cody's brown ones and something was different in them. Turning to Rex, you saw the same spark in them. A lust and dominance to take and claim what was theirs. They pulled down the clothing covering your breasts, exposing your nipples to their hungry gaze. They leaned and took each nipple into their mouth, flicking the tip of their tongues across the hard, sensitive bud.

"Oh, maker," you moaned and grabbed their heads. You looked down, meeting their gazes as they sucked on your breasts. They let go and hooked their fingers underneath the hem of your panties, giving you a silent command to lift your hips. You obeyed, let them pull down your underwear and toss them away. Cody and Rex stared at your pussy as you once again wrapped your legs around their thighs, their breaths labored as they reached down and explored you with their fingers.

"Kriff, you're so wet," Cody mumbled as he pushed his finger in and out of you. Rex didn't say anything as he found your clit, only groaned at the reaction he got from you when he touched it. He rubbed it again and you moaned, bucked your hips against his fingers.

"Kriff, do that again, Rex," Cody muttered and added another finger inside you. Rex started rubbing circles onto your clit at the same time as Cody fucked you with his fingers.

"Oh, yes, just like that," you gasped, feeling your orgasm building. "Faster, please..."

The clones obliged and you came swift and hard, wetting down their hands.

Cody and Rex stared down at your flushed face and heaving chest.

"Kriff, I can't wait anymore," Cody rasped and stood up as he started undressing. Rex followed his lead and you watched them with anticipation, knowing exactly how well-endowed they were. You bit your lip as they stood naked before you, their cocks hard and bouncing. Leaning back against the couch, you spread your legs for them with a smirk on your lips.

Cody quickly placed himself between your legs, hand wrapped around his cock as he aligned the head with your pussy and pushed inside.

"Kriff...," Cody moaned and bit his lip at the blissful, tight feeling of your pussy wrapped around him like a glove. He started thrusting slowly, watching mesmerized as he slid in and out between your pussy lips.

"Fuck, that's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen," Cody breathed and looked up at your face, his brown eyes connecting with your half-lidded ones. You smiled at him, then looked over at Rex who climbed up on the couch and aligned his cock with your lips. Smiling up at him, you stuck out your tongue and teasingly flicked it across the spongy head of his cock. Rex clenched his jaw and grabbed a fistful of your hair, tugging your head back. You gasped and stared up at him with wide, lustful eyes. Rex took the opportunity to push his dick into your mouth. You gagged and Cody let out a gasp as your pussy clenched down around him.

"Kriff, do that again, Rex. Keep fucking her mouth, she likes it."

The clones smirked at each other and started thrusting simultaneously, Rex's cock deep down your throat and Cody's hitting that sweet spot deep inside your pussy with each buck of his hips. Their moans and groans filled the room, along with the filthy noise of your gags and the wet sound of your pussy. It didn't take long for them to come, bringing you with them over the edge as they filled your mouth and pussy with cum.

"Well, this was fun. We have to do it again sometime," you said with a cheeky smile as Rex and Cody got dressed. They didn't say anything, only flickered their eyes as they avoided looking at each other.

You giggled softly at them as you sat up and crossed your legs. "Are you suddenly being shy now? You weren't so shy moments ago when you were both fucking me."

"Umm...yeah, well...," Cody rubbed the back of his neck and glanced over at Rex, who glared at Cody and pointed his finger at him.

"We do not talk about this. Ever."

You chuckled delightfully as you watched them leave, certain they would return.

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Mysterious Ways

An unfortunate accident could have very fortunate consequences.

A/N: First of my @clonexreaderbingo fics! For the "Cody" square 🥰

Warnings: Accidental nudity mentioned? Embarrassing situations?

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"Fives! Fives! Echo!" You dashed down the hall of the Resolute, trying to get their attention. The two clones spun around, raising an eyebrow at your panicked expression.

"Commander?!" Echo sounded concerned.

You paused to catch your breath.

"I...I need your help with something!"

Fives smirked and crossed his arms, "Must be something pretty important."

Your face turned red. "Uh well....so you see..." You scratched the back of your neck nervously.

Echo sighed, rolling his eyes, "Oh no, what did you do?"

"Ok, so I need you guys to distract Commander Cody so that I can grab his datapad and delete a few things."

Fives looked confused.

Echo pinched the bridge of his nose. "Again, what did you do!?"

You sighed and looked at the ground. Your feet had suddenly become very interesting. "Uhm...well..." You coughed. Fives was leaning up against the wall clearly invested in whatever your reasoning was.

"So uhm...I was working with Commander Cody the other day and I was a little late with the reports. So this morning he asked me to send him the reports. So I did. Or at least I thought I did. Then I realized I'd clicked on the wrong file and sent him....not my reports."

You could feel the embarrassed heat burning through your face, threatening to consume you. Part of you wished it would. Then you wouldn't have to deal with this.

The boys were silent for a minute.

"So what'd you send him?" Echo asked, furrowing his brow, "It couldn't have been that bad."

"Uhh...yeah... So I had some photos on my datapad...."

"Holy shit, you didn't!" Fives' mouth dropped open; his face filled with a combination of shock and glee.

You looked up at him in horror and nodded slowly.

"You mean you sent Marshal Commander Cody your nudes!?" He cackled.

"Shhhh!" You tried to shush him. "Don't say it out loud! I didn't mean to!"

"Siths Hells..." Echo sighed, running a hand down his face. The muscles in his jaw quivered as he fought in vain to keep the corners of his lips from curling up into an incredulous grin - a mischievous twinkle in his eye.

You hopped back and forth nervously from one foot to the other, "So....are you gonna help me or not?"

"Yeah I....ooof" Fives began and was cut off, catching Echo's elbow in the gut.

"What was....oh...shit..." Fives turned his eyes to the hall behind you. His grin got even wider.

"Oh this oughta be good."

"What...?" you raised an eyebrow in confusion, turning your head to see what had gotten his attention. General Kenobi strolled down the hall accompanied by none other than the Marshal Commander Cody himself, datapad in hand.

"Welp....we gotta go!" Echo said quickly, dragging his brother by the arm. You shot him a panicked look.

"No, no don't...!" You whispered harshly, begging them, but with a quick salute to the General, they were already well on their way down the hall.

Traitors. You muttered under your breath. You didn't have to use the Force to feel the breath hitch in the Commanders throat as the two paused before you.

He knew. Oh Force. He knew.

"Master Kenobi," you bowed, respectfully acknowledging the Jedi Master. He replied in kind, saying nothing else, but if you could feel the tension in the hall, then he certainly could.

You nodded with a professional stiffness towards the clone. "Commander."

He replied with a curt nod of his own. "Commander."

You were glad his helmet was on, preventing you from seeing the look on his face.

After a brief moment that seemed to last an eternity, the pair continued down the hall resuming their conversation.

You let out a breath you didn't realize you'd been holding.

Oh Force, I need a drink.

A ping from your com interrupted your thoughts and you looked down. A message from Fives:

79's tonight?

Sounds good. I need a drink.

Great. See you there!

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79's was already packed by the time you made it down to the clone bar. Both the 501st and the 212th were on shore leave for a few days - a rare occurrence but well deserved. The war was going well for once. You took a seat in a booth close to the bar waiting for Fives and his brother, taking in the chaotic but familiar scene. The air smelt like stale beer and cheap cologne. It'd been awhile since you'd last been out to a place like this.

"So! Tell us all about it." Fives slid into the booth behind you. You jumped, so caught up in your own thoughts that you hadn't noticed the pair of them come over.

"Yeah, how awkward was it?" Questioned Echo, sitting down on the other side of you. "Did he say anything?"

You shook your head. "Nope. And hopefully he never will!"

Fives cracked a grin. "The General definitely knew though."

"No. No he did not!" You leaned forward, forcefully pointing your finger at him.

Echo grinned as he crossed his arms over his chest and leaned back into the booth. "Oh yeah. He totally did. He's got the whole Jedi thing going for him."

"Hey!" You protested, "I'm a Jedi too!"

Fives laughed. "Yeah but you weren't subtle...like.... at all. Even if he doesn't know exactly what's up, he definitely knows something was weird between the two of you."

"And besides that," Echo chimed in, "Cody is General Kenobi's second in command. They probably know each other pretty well."

You sighed and ran a hand down your face, chuckling at the absurdity of the whole situation.

"If this was supposed to make me feel better, you failed miserably."

Echo patted your shoulder and took a another drink.

Fives downed the rest of his own. "Besides, I'm pretty sure Cody didn't mind." He winked.

You choked and Echo smacked you on the back, simultaneously kicking Fives under the table.

"You know what? I think I'm gonna get us some more drinks!" You stood up suddenly, and nodded to yourself. "Yep. More drinks."

Sighing to yourself, you made your way over to the bar. If Commander Cody had feelings for you, did that make this whole thing better or worse?

A clone made his way over to the bar, the yellow in the shoulder bell of his armor caught your eye and you turned.

Oh no. Out of all places, of course you'd find him here. You turned to run, ready to slip away unnoticed into the crowd of rowdy patrons but it was too late. He'd already noticed you. You could tell he was trying hard to ignore you, but when you turned away, you could feel his eyes burning through the back of your head.

Curious, you turned so that you could see him out of the corner of your eye. Just enough to gauge his reactions but not enough to make it seem like you were staring at the Marshal Commander.

You glanced over at him and he seemed to have the same idea. He stood frozen, eyes locked with yours. It felt impossible.

"Can I take your order, miss?" The bartender waved her hand in front of your face. You glanced over at her impatient expression. You rolled your eyes, both annoyed at her interruption and thankful that you now had a chance to run from it all.

"No thanks!" You called to her over your shoulder as you slipped from the barstool into the crowd of patrons. A pit formed in your stomach. Now you just wanted to go home - away from the embarrassment you'd be sure to face once confronted by the Marshal Commander.

"Wait!" He called out, walking briskly after you, pushing through a crowd of his drunk brothers paying no attention to their annoyed grumbling.

"Will you please just wait!?"

You paused, stepping into an unoccupied supply room. A gloved hand caught the door before you could swing it closed. He ran his fingers through his hair, dislodging a few errant strands from his professionally kempt military cut.

There was a difference, you realized, between Cody and the Marshal Commander rank he embodied. It was a very fine line, but a difference all the same. It was Cody whose gloved hands gave way to calloused fingers and nails that were subconsciously chewed too short. It was Cody whose face was creased by furrowing lines of concentration and concern.

It was the Marshal Commander's dark and stern eyes that gave way to Cody's subtle spark of kindness.

"Cody...." You began, unsure of what to even say. You knew now, how you felt towards this man.

He held up a hand and you paused.

"I just have to ask you one thing..." he took a breath. "Did you mean to send me those pictures?"

You breathed out a laugh. "No. Not exactly." You paused, glancing up to meet those warm, honey brown eyes. "But I'm glad I did."

"I don't think we'd have ever done this if you hadn't."

Done what? You were about to say, but Cody's mouth violently answered the unspoken question as he pressed his lips into yours.

"The Force works in mysterious ways" you panted as he pulled away, only to pull you right back into his arms.

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cody x fem!reader warnings: grinding, dirty talk, overall porn without plot x word count: 464

As Cody walked through the front door, he could hear the needy whines from your bedroom. Still fully clad in his armour he snuck through the apartment until he could see your open door. The view of you grinding against a pillow, desperately bucking your hips into the fabric, mumbling his name repetitively. It was probably the hottest thing he’d ever seen you do. Removing his codpiece he enjoyed the few for a minute before getting an idea.

“Cyare, all you had to do was call” He smirked watching as you jumped from the bed in shock. “Cody you fucking pervert!” You shouted. “Nothing I haven’t seen before” He teased. “You’re late,” You tell him. “Yeah? And someone has no patience” He replied sitting on the edge of the bed, pulling you to his lap. You kissed him hard, he’d been gone all day and it was hard not to be so needy thinking of Cody. “How about you use my thigh like you did that pillow” He whispered removing his armour for you to get comfortable on him. “Cody” You whined nuzzling into his neck.

He chuckled and shook his head. “You’re being a brat right now baby, follow your orders” He whispers, you knew you were playing a dangerous game being whiny with him. “Yes commander” You mumbled. His hands were set on your hips beginning to guide your movements how he liked. The fabric of his blacks felt amazing against your pussy. Your wetness soaked through and you could feel how he flexed his thigh beneath you. “Commander” You whimpered. Cody admired your movements as you started to rut desperately. “Look at you mesh’la, so horny for me,” He said slapping your ass, encouraging you to go faster.

He continued to kiss you, your lips becoming swollen from his bites as you fucked against his thigh. “I can feel how wet you are it’s pathetic” He smirked against your neck beginning his trail of hickeys. “Cody please, I need your cock. T-This isn’t enough” You beg. “Yes, it is. You know you can baby” “I can’t” You replied breathlessly craving all of him. “Do it” He growled threading his fingers through your hair to tug on them, giving him better access to your neck. “Be a good slut for me”

Your hips began to move erratically chasing your orgasm. Cody admired how pathetic you looked. So desperate and wrapped up in your own pleasure that you didn’t care how you looked. “Cum for me baby, you know you want to” He smirked watching the familiar look on your face as you came repeating his name. You soaked his thigh perfectly resting your head against his armoured shoulder already feeling fucked out. “On the bed, we’re not finished yet Cyare” He whispered.

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Cody x reader Summary: The next time Cody spots you, he’s in a much better mood. Good enough that he decides to brave asking you out. Word Count: 2,5k C/W: none, Boil and Waxer are the ones being little shits this time A/N: finally finished the pt.2 for this fic!! Highly recommend you read the first one first as it is referenced a couple times. P.S may or may not be thinking of a pt.3 👀

Pt.1 Pt.2 Pt.3

The next time Cody spotted you, it was quite a few rotations later. 42 full standard rotations to be exact. Not that he’d been keeping count or anything.

He has sitting in the mess hall of the Resolute, Waxer and Boil playfully bickering on the bench in front of him. He tuned them out, doing a lazy survey of the tables. Everyone seemed to be in a good mood, troopers laughing and joking together through mouthfuls of rations.

It had been another joint mission with the 501st. One that run much smoother than last time. What was supposed to be a good 2 months worth of mission had ended up getting wrapped up in a little under a month, with no need for reinforcements and minimal casualties - which would explain the good moods.

A tiny part of him almost wished he had sustained some sort of injury. Just a small one, enough to warrant him a trip to visit you in the med bay. But he’d quickly squashed down that idea. He didn’t know what was wrong with him, but every time his thoughts strayed to you they were getting more and more idiotic.

He shakes his head, continuing his glance around the room before doing a double take when he reaches the medic table. Talk of the devil.

There you are, sitting next to Kix and smiling that same cheeky smile that had been playing on repeat in his head since he'd last seen you in the med-bay. Kix leans over to whisper something in your ear and Cody watched as you snort, eyes crinkling and nose scrunching up in an irritatingly cute way. Adorable.

A group of troopers walks into his line of vision, blocking you momentarily from his sight and effectively breaking his trance. He blinks a couple times, running a hand through his hair and lowering his gaze to the table in front of him.

Kriff, he needed to get a grip. You were gonna think he was some kind of creep staring at you from across the room like that.

He turns, trying to shift his focus on whatever Boil and Waxer are bickering about. Something about binders? He manages to catch a few sentences before his mind is straying again, eyes shifting to zero in on you before he can help it.

It was like you caught him in some sort of tractor beam, keeping him stuck on you and slowly slowly reeling him in.

You laugh at something Kix says, throwing your head back. Your neck is exposed and his eyes are drawn to it like a moth to a flame. It looks so soft, so delicate. He licks his lips subconsciously. How would it feel if he were to kiss it? suck it? What sounds would you make if he were to just graze his teeth-

" -mander, Commander!" Waxers hand waving in front of his face breaks his trance, shaking his head slightly to clear it.

Fuck, he'd been staring again.

He runs a hand through his head to ground himself, blinking a couple times before looking back up. He’s greeted by the sight of Boil and Waxer’s matching teasing smiles staring straight back at him.

He narrows his eyes at them suspiciously “What’re you two looking at?”

Boil smirks, sharing a look with Waxer who just shrugs, grinning “I think the more important question is who were you looking at Commander?"

Cody scoffs, rolling his eyes, but doesn’t deny it. They try again, Boil speaking up this time.

“So.. Who’s the poor sap you’re trying to kill with that death glare?

“It wasn’t a death glare” Cody grumbles, tilting his head to pointedly face Boil before uttering the next words “Although I can sure think of someone else who might be asking for one right about now.”

Boil seems unphased by the threat though, grinning as Waxer leans forward excitedly

“Aha! So you admit it, you were staring.”

“I wasn’t staring.” Cody grits out, crossing his arms in front of his chest “I was just… observing”

Boil raises an eyebrow, smiling teasingly “Observing?”

“Yeah. Observing.”

Waxer rolls his eyes, realising Cody isn’t going to give in - so he shifts to a different tactic “Okay… Fine, who were you observing so intently then?”

Just as Cody goes to roll his eyes, he faintly hears your laugh again, head tilting against his will until he can just peek around Boil's shoulder to catch a glimpse of your smile. You’re so pretty when you laugh.

Boil and Waxer both follow his gaze, twisting in their seats. Waxer chuckles, looking at Cody over his shoulder “The medic? From the 501st?”

As if you can hear them, Cody he watches in horror as you turn, startling slightly upon finding three troopers watching you from across the tables. You recover quickly though, eyes lighting up when you recognise the grumpy commander among them, raising your hand to send him a wave.

He cringes, raising his hand in an awkward half-wave, half-salute like he can’t quite decide which one is more appropriate.

You giggle, leaning over to excuse yourself from Kix before sliding out of your seat and heading towards his table.

Immediately, he stiffens, panic rising more and more as you get closer to the table. Kriff what if you’d noticed him staring? What was he supposed to say to that?

All thoughts screech to a halt when you come to a stop across the table from him, giving him one of those devastatingly adorable smiles. Fuck.

“Commander Cody” you greet him, giving him a small salute, cheeky smile still on your face.

With the way he's staring at you, anyone would think you'd just caught him falsifying reports or something. So you raise your hands in mock surrender.

“No need to looks so scared y’know, I promise I don’t have any needles on me this time."

He rolls his eyes, smiling despite himself.

“What’s this about needles?” a voice pipes up next to you and you turn, jumping slightly at seeing two troopers in 212th armour looking up at you from their seats.

You glance back at Cody, questioning look on your face. Cody takes the hint, nodding towards the two men as he introduces them to you.

“These are Waxer” you turn to look at the trooper he’s pointing to, smiling when he send you an excited wave

“And Boil” the second clone raises his cup in greeting, giving you a small nod.

The first one, Waxer you think, stretches out his hand for a handshake, smiling brightly “That’s us. Finest men of the 212th, at your service ma’am”

You accept the hand shake, chuckling when you hear Cody muttering under his breath "One time, I said that one time."

So you weren’t the only one who enjoyed getting on the Commander’s nerves. Good to know.

“Mind if I sit?”

Cody shrugs, waving his hand towards the benches in what you assume is a gesture of permission. You lift a leg to climb into the seat, stopping when you realise the two troopers are still sitting there, effectively taking up most of the space.

Cody frowns, turning to look pointedly at his men

“Don’t you two… Have somewhere to be?’”

“Nope.” Boil says, popping the p for emphasis, his brother next to him shaking his head in agreement. Cody's scowl deepens, raising a brow at both of them

“Well I suggest you find something to do before I choose it myself. Latrine duty’s been looking real empty for a while-”

Before you can blink, both men shoot up out of their seats, helmets tucked neatly under their arms.

“On second thought, we have that thing, don't we Waxer?”

You watch amused as his counterpart frowns, eyes widening in realisation when his brother gives him a sharp elbow to the ribs “Oh. Oh right yes… that thing. How could we forget.”

Their commander watches, unamused as they give him a salute, turning to you to give you a nod (and a wink from Waxer) before hurrying away together towards the doors.

You giggle, sliding into the seat and watching them disappear around the corner before looking back at the man in front of you. He's already staring straight back at you, and it makes you stomach flip pleasantly.

“They're funny.”

Cody grunts, rolling his eyes for what feels like the 6th time “They're a pain in my ass, that's what they are”

“I doubt anyone is ever not a pain in your ass Commander.” you smile, winking playfully “Except maybe me.”

“Especially you.”

You laugh merrily, not taking the comment to heart in the least. He watches again as your face lights up, eyes zeroing in of the crinkles on your nose as his stomach flutters uncomfortably. What the hell was wrong with him today?

He shifts in his seat, clearing his throat and quickly changing the subject.

“I though you said you were never going to bring up the needle incident again.”

You grin, tilting your head “Did I?”

He nods.

“You said, and I quote 'It’ll be our little secret’. Not much of a secret if you tell all my men.”

“Oh please, it was only two of them.”

“Trust me, telling Boil and Waxer is basically telling the whole GAR”

“Sorry, couldn't help it” You grin, not looking in the least bit sorry “It was too cute to resist.”

He scowls, but it doesn't quite reach his eyes

“…Cute?”

“Yeah, real cute”

“It was not cute, it was a moment of weakness.”

You shrug, grin only getting wider “Like I said, cute.”

Cody scoffs, but you don’t miss his cheeks warming just the slightest shade of pink “You're impossible.”

“Aww, thanks.” You quip back quickly, and he can't help the dumb smile pulling at the corners of his lips. You never missed a beat, and it was karking hot.

A surprisingly comfortable silence blankets the space between you before Cody clears his throat again.

“So… Got any plans for shore leave?” he asks, trying to keep him voice as neutral and nonchalan as he can.

It seems to work because you just shrug, hands fiddling with the cup on the table in front of you “Dunno, Kix was trying to convince me to head to 79’s with him and the boys.”

Cody perks up. 79’s was good, neutral ground, public enough that it would seem too obvious but still personal enough that he could get some one on one time with you. He shuffles forward in his seat, elbows leaning on the table

“And… Are you going?”

You glance up at him, narrowing your eyes teasingly “Why do you wanna know Commander?”

His lips part slightly, trying to think of a way to phrase it that didn’t make him seem too eager.

“Just wondering whether I should comm the Corries. Let them know to look out for trouble at 79’s tonight”

For a second, you look the tiniest bit crestfallen, like you were expecting a different answer.

But as quick as it's there, it already gone. Replaced by that fucking perfect smile that he's starting to get addicted to.

“No need Commander, I doubt I’ll be going anyway.”

Oh. Okay so definitely not the answer he was hoping for. He racks his brain, trying to think of a subtle way to pry further without seeming too eager.

He’s so lost in thought that he doesn't even notice his comm beeping until you look down at his wrist, pointing at it.

“Don’t you maybe wanna answer that?”

He frowns, confused before his brain catches up, quickly lifting his wrist to his mouth and clicking the comm line open.

“Cody here” he grumbles, still scowling slightly at being interrupted. Another clones voice crackles through the comm, smile evident even through the transmission.

“Commander, we have a uh… situation down at the barracks sir”

“What kind of situation?” Cody asks carefully

“A ‘Boil and Waxer’ situation sir” the clone replies, Cody’s brows furrowing deeper at the sound of snickering in the background “You’d uh... better come down here, Sir."

Cody sighs, long and loud, scrubbing a hand down his face before muttering a reply “I’ll be there in 5”

He clicks the transmission closed, lifting his gaze to send you an apologetic look, but is surprised to see you still looking at him with the same smile as before, not in the least annoyed.

“Those the two from before? The ‘pain in your ass?” you inquire, biting your lip to quell your giggle and he grunts, nodding in conformation.

“Unfortunately.”

You chuckle, placing two hands on the table to push yourself up from your seat “Well, I’ll let you get to it Commander. I’ll see you ‘round”

You send him one more cheeky smile, before swiveling on your heels and turning to leave. Just as you go to take a step, Cody reaches out to grasp your elbow, stopping you in your tracks.

You turn, brows furrowing in question and he swallows, gathering up the courage to ask the question that’s been on the tip of his tongue.

Swallowing down his pride he takes his his hand of your arm, licking his lips. Fuck it. If he can body-tackle droids in the battle field, then he could handle a little rejection.

“Maybe I’ll see you outside the GAR uniform next time. Say… 2100 hours at 79’s, tonight?”

You turn to face him fully, smirking and tilting your head as a teasing tone takes over your voice.

“Commander, are you… asking me out?”

He shrugs, but the way he's still looking at you expectantly, hands clasped together behind his back betrays his nervousness. The next grin you give him though, is so genuine and blinding that it immediately sweeps all the doubts from his mind.

“It would be my pleasure” You smile, giving him the same stupid exaggerated bow as you did last time in the med bay. This time though, he doesn’t even try to hide his smile, eyes crinkling as he shakes his head fondly.

“I’ll see you there, Cody”

You send him one last wink over your shoulder, before turning and heading towards the doors. He watches you go, eyes unable to tear away from the back of your head until you’d slipped past the doors and out of sight. He slumps down in the seat again, dumb smile still on his face even after you’ve gone.

Kriff, you were something else.

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[ghostofskywalker]

If You Still Remember

Commander Cody/Plus Size!Reader

Words: 2,045

Summary: Shore leave gets a lot more complicated than you originally expected when the marshal commander of the GAR drunkenly admits his feelings for you in the middle of the night.

Note: this cody fic won the poll i had posted a little bit ago, and i am a woman of my word, so here it is! this has been sitting in my drive since like late december lol, so i'm happy to finally share it :)

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You were shaken out of a restful sleep by rapid and raucous knocking on your door, and for a moment you wondered whether or not it was worth it to get out of bed and see who was there, or just hope they would go away eventually. But your desire to not have to listen to the knocking anymore won out, and you dragged yourself out from under the covers with a scowl on your face. But when you finally pulled the door open and took a look at who had needed to see you in the middle of the night, you were instantly glad you got up.

Of all the people you thought might be at the door, the Marshal Commander of the GAR was not on that list. “Cody?” you asked tentatively, still trying to get a handle on the situation. “Is everything okay?”

“Do you know the code for my room?” he asked, and you could tell that he was desperately trying to keep his eyes open. “I forg’t it.”

The Republic kept specific bases for when the clones went on leave, areas that could be used for a week and then occupied by a different battalion, which would explain why Cody hadn’t committed his code to memory. The two of you had been assigned neighboring private rooms due to the prestige he held and the fact that you were the only civilian attachment working in the 212th at the moment and there weren’t any other battalions on Coruscant right now (other than the Guard). Come to think of it, you barely remembered the code you had been assigned, so you really didn’t blame him for not remembering in his current state.

You knew that many of the boys had planned to hit 79’s this evening (they had even invited you but you had other plans with some friends), but you never expected Cody to reach this level of inebriation. It was clear that he was drunk, with the way his eyelids drooped slightly and the fact that his expression was not the alert one you were used to seeing him wear each day. To answer his question, you shook your head. “I’m sorry, I don’t know your room’s code.”

“‘S okay,” was his response. “I’ll go see if the boys have ‘n extra bunk in their barracks.”

He turned away from the door, but you called his name before he could get farther than three steps away. “You can stay in my room tonight if you want.”

It must have been some combination of his fatigue and the liquor still in his system that caused him to accept, because you couldn’t think of any other reason he would do so. You knew the commander well due to your work as a civilian attachment, but you wouldn’t really say your friendship was at the point where you would regularly stay in each others’ rooms.

However, it seemed all that was about to change, and he stumbled into your room almost immediately after you offered. The first thing you noticed was that he was wearing nothing but his blacks, and you really hoped that he hadn’t gone out to 79’s with his armor on (because if he lost his plastoid you didn’t know what to do). The second thing you noticed was that he immediately collapsed face first onto the bed.

“Cody?” you asked gently, tapping his shoulder so you didn’t scare him. “Where is your armor?”

“Didn’t have it when I wen’ out,” he slurred, pulling himself into a sitting position and dangling his feet off the edge of the bed. The normally infallible and always focused commander had a dopey smile on his face, and his eyes didn’t look as tired as they usually did. This night was probably good for him, you decided, even if it was a bit strange for you. He deserves to let loose and forget about the war for a little while.

As you moved to walk away from where you were standing next to him, you felt two arms wrap around your waist. “Where are you going?” Cody asked.

He was strong, all the clones were, but you never realized just how strong he was until he had his arms around you and was trying to pull you back towards him, because you stumbled a little and almost fell backwards in his direction. “I’m just going to get you some water,” you said, placing your hands over his and trying to loosen his grip on you. “And a painkiller for when you wake up tomorrow morning.”

“I won’t need that stuff,” he said, still dead set on trying to keep you close to him. “I just want to cuddle with you.”

Well, that was a set of words you never expected to hear from him. “Cody,” you said quietly, trying to let him down easy so that he doesn’t do something he will regret tomorrow morning. “You’re going to want water eventually, and if you really drank as much as I think you did, a painkiller is a good idea.”

The hands on your waist did eventually let go, and the commander’s expression was one you would describe a toddler wearing when he was told that he wasn’t allowed to eat an entire box of cookies. You wondered if the topic of cuddling would be dropped, but you knew that wasn’t the case after you placed a canteen of water and two headache pills on the nightstand next to the bed and Cody looked at you with hopeful eyes.

“You should really go to sleep,” you said.

“Where are you going to sleep?” You glanced over at the couch, and he immediately caught on, protesting that you should be the one to sleep in the bed. He even stood up and walked over to you as he earnestly proclaimed that he’d be fine if he slept on the couch.

“No, you need a better night’s sleep than I do,” you said, reaching down to take his hand and as you did, he stopped and looked into your eyes.

It was like the physical contact had awakened some kind of sleeper agent in him, because he immediately changed the topic of discussion. “Can I kiss you?”

Okay, maybe you would have given in to cuddling, but there was no way you thought he actually wanted to kiss you. “Cody, you’re drunk,” you reminded him. “You should go to sleep now.”

“But I want to kiss you first,” he said matter-of-factly. “This is the only time I’ve ever been able to tell you how I feel, and I don’t want to kark it up.”

“This is just because you’re drunk,” you responded, trying not to let yourself hope that he actually felt this way. Your past romantic experiences had never turned out well, and you didn’t want to let yourself ruin whatever friendship you had with him over something small like this. “Whatever Waxer and Boil gave you at 79’s must have really done a number on you, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you like this before.”

“Why won’t you let me kiss you?”

You took a breath and waited a moment before responding. “I don’t want you to do something you’ll regret tomorrow when you wake up,” you said quietly. “If you still remember this conversation, and you still feel the same way, then we can talk again.”

You almost regretted giving him that option, but it seemed to be the only thing that would get him to go to sleep. The commander’s iron grip on your hand meant that you would be sharing the bed with him rather than your original plan of sleeping on the couch, but you didn’t really mind. In fact, you liked the feeling of having another body in the same bed as you, so you let yourself imagine a reality in which Cody did actually mean the things he said, and that it wasn’t just a product of liquid overindulgence.

And as you fell asleep that night, you tried not to think too hard about the fact that eventually you (and Cody) were going to have to face the consequences of your actions.

***

The barracks that the republic provided were never the height of luxury, and they apparently couldn’t even spring for decently opaque curtains in the officer’s quarters. The light from the city-planet’s morning rush came flooding into the room, and you opened your eyes, having completely forgotten about the events of the previous night. Or, at least you did until you looked over and saw Cody’s hair poking out from under the covers.

You did your best to get out of bed without waking the commander, but it didn’t really work. He sleepily raised his head from the pillow, and the two of you stared at each other for a few moments.

Eventually, it was you who broke the silence. “Welcome back to the land of the living, Commander.”

Cody just nodded, and he definitely looked a little worse for wear. “What happened last night?” he said sleepily, putting his hands over his eyes to try and block out the brightness of the room.

“You got hammered at 79’s,” you said, a small laugh escaping your mouth at his bewildered expression. “And then you forgot the code to your room, so you knocked on my door in the middle of the night.”

“Oh,” he said, nodding. “I’m sorry for all the trouble I’ve caused.”

“Please, Cody, it was no big deal,” you said. “I’m just glad you’re okay, you seemed pretty out of it.”

“And I didn’t say or do anything else last night?” he asked.

You had a choice here: either admit that he’d tried to kiss you, or just lie to his face. Your insecurities ended up winning out, because you didn’t want to make it seem like you were trying to get him to kiss you, or that you were lying about what happened if he truly didn’t remember. “Nope, don’t worry,” you said, forcing a smile onto your face. “You pretty much just passed out as soon as I let you in the door.”

It wasn’t until you had gotten out of bed and turned towards the door that he spoke again. “Why are you lying to me?” His voice sounded quiet and hurt, so you turned around to see him get up and walk over to you. “I may have been drunk last night, but I remember everything I said to you. And I also remember a certain offer you made.”

As you responded, your voice came out just as quiet. “I didn’t want you to think I was trying to pressure you if you regretted what you said to me.”

“I wouldn’t have regretted it last night, and I certainly wouldn’t regret it now,” he said. “I meant what I said, but if you don’t see me in that way I’m not going to force myself on you.”

“No!” you said quickly, and then took a breath before continuing to speak. “I like you a lot, but I’m just not the best at relationships. When you asked me last night if you could kiss me, I really wanted to say yes, but I also couldn’t shake the image of you waking up and feeling horrified by what you had done.”

Cody reached down and took your hand in his. “I would never do such a thing, no matter how much I drank. But I really like you, and I’d really like to kiss you now.”

You didn’t even bother to answer, instead leaning in to press your lips to his. He reciprocated almost immediately, and the feeling of his lips moving against yours made your knees weak for a fleeting moment. You felt his hand pull out of yours and come to rest on your hip, effectively keeping you close to him as he deepened the kiss.

When you finally had to break for air, he didn’t loosen his grip on you. “Now, I’m still tired, can we please go back to bed for a little while? Neither of us have anything to do today.”

And with the look in his eyes, who were you to deny such a tempting request?

- the end -

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THE WAY YOU LOOK TONIGHT | COMMANDER CODY

This fic is for the @cloneficgiftexchange , my story is too @chicknstripz based of the prompt "Do you think they saw us sneak off?"

Synopsis: Galas have never interested you. Dressing up, smothering makeup on, and entertaining people who attended for appearances alone is pitiful as well as painful, but an unexpected guest turns the dreadful night around. 

Warnings: female reader, fluff, kissing, no spice, happy fucking ending bc he deserves one. W/C: 1225

Notes: i know you said fluff, but i had to add a pinch of sadness. i actually can't help myself! I hope you like it!

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You'd rather be anywhere but here. No matter how the senators framed this gala, it was nothing but an excuse to garner support for the Republic and funds despite the invite plastering "charity" over the heading. Being an advisor to the Republic, you often attend such events in a dress worth more than most Corosants residents' paychecks. It's a requirement for someone working so in-depth with Jedi and clones alike, no matter how entitled you feel and far from the comfort of your uniform when you step into the building.

Soft classical music floats out the grand doors, and the troopers you pass by nod respectfully after noticing you from your many appearances through different battalions. You could easily be picked out among the rest, whether it was how uncomfortable you looked or the dress that didn't fit quite right, you didn't know. You offer them a smile before turning back to polite chatter barely above the melody. Maybe you would have enjoyed this more and soaked in these rare pleasantries if tomorrow's work hadn't hung over your head so dauntingly. Working with the 501st never bothered you. In fact, you got along well with Rex and his men, but pursuing any diplomacy with Anakin present is nothing short of exasperating, so much so that you find it hard to believe he holds the rank of a Jedi.

"Well, don't you look lonely?" the man behind you asks. An unmistakable husk to the teasing lilt in his voice prompts your head to jerk in surprise. You turn, caught in Cody's gaze, while the confidence slowly drains from his eyes the longer you hold it, finally noticing the front of your dress dripping down your curves. There's something inexplicable in his stare, the way it slowly slides down your body, an emotion you could only compare to ravenous enlarging his pupils. 

"You look…" he trails off, his Adam's apple bobbing as his irises find their way back to yours in an attempt to formulate the words congealed in his throat. "Really nice."

He bites back a wince. That's not what he wanted to say. 

Your chuckle does little to settle him, his mind rushing with possibilities of how you interpreted his complement as your hands run down his suit lapel, and he tries to straighten himself, maybe to seem presentable in front of you. Even after all the battles you've witnessed together, Cody still makes an effort to look like what he feels is a "real man." As if there was such a thing. 

"And you cleaned up nicely." He did. He really did. Cody looked almost...regal in the tailored black suit, rippling with lean muscle accentuated by the hugging fabric. Heat rises to your cheeks the longer you stare, and you clear your throat, forcing yourself to concentrate on what you're saying. "Well, I didn't expect you to show up tonight, not that it's unwelcome." 

You offer him a smile, understanding his flushed expression as thinly veiled embarrassment, removing your hands from his chest. A look of longing flashes across his honeyed irises before he clears his throat, his hand rubbing sheepishly at his nape. 

"Yeah, well, I usually see you before you're sent elsewhere. Besides, certain clone commanders were invited to showcase ourselves to members of the Senate…something about seeing us in person." He huffs, clearly disgruntled. "Not that it matters. It won't change their opinions of us."

You nodded. You've been around your fair share of senators throughout your career. But, being one of many ambassadors in the military and traveling across star systems to quell conflict in the people, senators often discarded them. Tossing their opinions forged from many years of training aside from the preconception that comes with the name. Seeing the hatred clones face is one thing, but witnessing how deeply it affects them is another. 

Cody avoids your regard, searching for anything else to latch onto besides the raw emotions crackling in the air. 

"Hey." A finger taps against his prominent jawbone, drawing him away from his thoughts. "Not right now. Let's just make the most of this time."

You reach for his hand, lacing your fingers and giving the rough skin a squeeze, calluses digging into yours. Loud laughter slices through the air, and your attention shifts to the group of aristocrats loudly talking among themselves, glasses of alcohol swinging loosely in their hands. You wince, the environment you created fleeting from your grasp just as Cody leans in, his mouth a hairsbreadth away from your ear, and a raspy breath accompanied by a hum is enough to have you hanging off every single word. "Let's get out of here, yeah? Make the most of our time?"

You can only nod, the words caught in your throat as the familiar warmth ignites in your stomach, spreading throughout your limbs until you're giddy with the implications of what comes next.

Knowing the layout better than you, he leads you by hand down the hall, passing guards in a hazy blur, your head reeling at the point of contact. The mysteriousness, the longing, the desire to be closer than you could have ever imagined has your breaths coming in shallow pants, desperate for some reprieve from the shared ache between you two. 

Finally, the door slides open, the night air kissing your cheeks with a chilliness you feel under your skin. The soft shut of the door behind you and his face in front of yours allows an unprompted giggle to slide past your lips, stealing a glimpse of the door before peeking back at him. 

"Do you think they saw us sneak off?" His lips twitch into a ghost of a grin, stepping towards you. You feel like teenagers, too wrapped in the moment to consider the consequences and everything that could crush what you've constructed into thousands of pieces, absorbed in the thrill of secrecy to consider your lives outside this instance. Not Republic members fighting for a better tomorrow, just lovers.

"You worry too much for your own good." Cody slides a hand up your cheek, and you can feel the pulse in his fingertips, the quickness of his breath. He seems nervous, debating the action before pressing his lips to yours in a tender cling. It's cliché the way it steals your breath away as you melt into him, and the hands that shift from your cheeks to shoulders and then slide painstakingly down your back are filled with tender warmth. You feel aware of everything at once, the pressure of his mouth, the taste of your kiss, the ardor of his hand cascading down the knobs of your spine, and the texture of his slightly cracked lips.

He holds your mouth captive so he can feel every place where they touch and every place when they pull away. You can't help but savor the air you share in seconds afterwards as you slip your nose across his, the instant too intimate to be painted by words. Even your breaths sync together while you stand there. 

Cody's fingers drift to your hips, pulling you flush to his chest in a swift movement. Gentle hands draw circles along your covered skin, pressing a kiss next to your ear. His voice is husker than usual, mysterious, and inviting. 

"But I wouldn't have it any other way." 

[wanderer-six]

Across the Stars (for @loving-the-cambridges)

AN: this is my story for the CLONE FIC GIFT EXCHANGE @cloneficgiftexchange! I had so much fun participating in this and really hope another happens soon💖 this one got super long but nonetheless I hope you enjoy!! (also big shoutout to @starrylothcat for beta reading!!)

Relationships: Commander Cody x Royal Fem!Reader

Summary: Commander Cody had hoped that being assigned as security detail for a royal gala would be nothing more than a mundane distraction from the war. But when Separatists attempt to assassinate the you, the princess, he's forced to take you into hiding--and forced to reevaluate his priorities.

Prompts: "I didn't mean to throw you off your feet"; "Are you going to stay"

NSFW (MINORS DNI) WARNINGS: eventual smut (pretty vague, but includes oral (f! receiving), unprotected piv sex)

Word Count: 9.2k (SORRY)

Cody was rarely one to complain about assignments, but for gala detail, he would make an exception.

The night was young, and Cody grew older by the moment as every high society aristocrat passed him by on their way into the ballroom. Not one of them so much as acknowledged his presence, and frankly, he preferred it that way. Fox had told Cody his fair share of stories—tales of shepherding senators who’d no more faced the horrors of war than any hardship in life. On any other occasion, this should’ve been Fox’s jurisdiction in the first place: no world had the privilege of constant political parties more than Coruscant, after all.

But it seemed the fates had cruel intentions for Cody. This particular gathering was not to take place in the heart of the galaxy, but rather, a Mid-Rim planet he and his men were in near enough proximity to after their latest battle. Cody had tried to argue that their efforts were best spent elsewhere—fighting the war, for one. But high command in the Republic demanded the presence of the 212th at this event, and without General Kenobi there to argue on his behalf, Cody and his men were forced to comply with the order.

But it was just for the night, he reminded himself. He winced beneath his helmet as yet another couple entered the ballroom, dressed in robes so costly they could fund a whole battalion of his brothers.

Just for the night.

Cody activated the communicator in his helmet.

“Status report,” he spoke. 

He’d called for a status report not even thirty minutes prior, but he felt compelled to do so again. Not out of any concern of attack—just so he could be certain the men were still awake.

He was struggling, as it was.

“All clear from the northern balcony,” came a reply.

“No trouble in the shipyard.”

“The gardens are still as boring as they were when we got here.”

The slightest smirk found Cody’s lips.

“Affirmative. Keep your eyes peeled. And open,” he asserted. “We’re just here for the night. You’ll be back to blasting clankers before you know it.”

An unenthused “sir, yes sir” followed in a chorus over his comms, and Cody sighed. He glanced up at the stained glass ceiling hanging over the ballroom, seeing the moon rise ever higher beyond it.

Just for the night.

The active chatter of the crowd in the ballroom fell all at once to a murmur, and Cody hadn’t the slightest idea why. He stood taller than his already perfect posture, trying not to appear out of sorts as he sought out what had drawn the room’s attention.

The briefing for this assignment had mentioned precious little about the purpose of this gala, and it had certainly neglected any note of the princess hosting it. But when you emerged through the massive ballroom doors, Cody grew transfixed just as everyone had.

From atop the grand staircase, you possessed the eyes of every noble in attendance. Your long gown flowed with every step of your descent, its simple design never once distracting from the perfect poise with which you carried yourself. A crystalline tiara glittered atop your head, earning glances of envy from the crowd, but Cody hardly noticed it; he was much too distracted by the radiant eyes beneath it.

In the midst of your angelic descent to the ballroom floor, Cody overheard a pair of nobles whispering somewhere on his flank.

“The princess is here?” one of them asked in hushed tones.

“Of course she is,” replied another, “it’s her gala.”

“I know that! It’s just… is it truly safe for her to be here? If the Separatists knew—”

“—then what? They’d be foolish to try something.”

As you landed on the final step, you did something no one else had dared to do the entire evening. You glanced at the clone commander standing guard by the bannister, meeting him with a shy smile he would remember for the rest of his life.

As quickly as the moment had begun, the night returned to normal. The regular commotion resumed as you were swept into the awaiting crowd, greeted by politicians and royals alike, all while Cody remained frozen in time. Admittedly, Cody was not the most sociable man, even by the standard of the clones. Never in his life, in all the planets he had visited, had he seen a woman as remarkable as you. He honestly wasn’t even sure how to respond to it all—the fluttering in his stomach and the burning beneath his cheeks.

A quiet sigh passed his lips. As if there was anything to do besides remain in place. He could be the most charismatic man in the galaxy, and it wouldn’t matter. There was more that stood between him and you than his own gracelessness. A soldier speaking to a princess would be shut down well before he began fumbling the conversation.

So, he stayed in place, perfectly unassuming, trying to stifle the wish to get one more glance at you. Waiting.

Just for the night.

“Commander… we might have a problem.”

The chirp of Cody’s commlink brought him out of his silent moping. He pressed his fingers to his helmet.

“What is it?” he asked.

A pause. No reply. Cody nearly called in again, when another soldier called in.

“Commander! We have hostiles approaching from the northern ridge!”

“Close ranks! We’re being overrun!”

Cody opened his mouth to give orders, when suddenly, the stained glass dome above the ballroom shattered. In the glow of the moon, a fleet of droids crashed through the ceiling, landing among the nobles below. The ballroom erupted into chaos, nobles running and screaming as the droids readied their weapons.

“This planet is under Separatist control!” cried a battle droid as it paced among the crowd. “We demand that the princess be brought to us for immediate execution!”

Execution?

Cody sprung to action, scanning through the crowd, hoping to find you before the droids could. At last, his eyes spotted the sparkling tiara in the sea of panicked nobles. Try as you might to move to safety, too many shoving partygoers kept you locked in place.

And what was worse was the imposing shadow of a B2 battle droid stalking up behind you, growing closer by the second.

Barging through the crowd, Cody sprinted to your position. The B2 stopped in place a few paces from you, slowly lifting its arm into firing position. Cody’s eyes shot wide.

“Princess!” he shouted.

He barely managed to catch your attention before breaking through the mob, collapsing upon you just as the B2 fired its wrist rocket.

The two of you crashed to the ground, Cody doing his best to keep you in his arms and shield you from the heat of the explosion. When the blast faded, he pulled away, quickly getting to his feet and helping you do the same.

“Princess, it’s not safe here,” Cody called over the commotion. “We need to go!”

The frazzled, frightened face that looked back at him made his heart ache. But the small, half-lucid nod you gave him was enough for him. He kept your hand in his as he began guiding you to safety.

The two of you ran, Cody steering you away from any possible threat. As he pulled you up the grand staircase you’d entered from, he triggered his commlink.

“This is Commander Cody; I have the princess,” he spoke. “We are moving for evacuation. Hold out as long as you can!”

As he burst through the ballroom doors, he turned sharply down an adjacent hallway, looking over his shoulder at you.

“Princess, what’s the fastest way to the landing platform?” he called. For a moment, you were too dazed to answer, and Cody’s brow furrowed. “Stay with me, Princess. The landing platform?”

“Take… take the next left,” you answered at last. Your voice was soft—far too soft for what you’d endured that night. “There’s a ship on the landing platform… my ship—we can use that.”

Cody nodded firmly, following your instructions to the letter. Through the echoed sounds of attack, you and Cody emerged onto the landing platform, where a small golden vessel awaited you. Cody wasn’t worried about where the two of you were headed—for now, offworld was all that mattered.

Together, you boarded your starship. Once Cody ensured you were situated in the ship’s living quarters, he rushed to the cockpit. Before the droids could grow wise to where you’d run off to, he picked the ship off the ground, navigating to the temporary reprieve of hyperspace.

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“Troubling news, this is…”

Cody stood in the cockpit of your ship, looking upon holograms of the two Master Jedi to whom he relayed the news. It was rare he had an audience with Master Yoda, but General Kenobi’s presence was familiar.

“More than troubling,” General Kenobi agreed. “To attack a peaceful gathering entirely unprovoked… the Separatists have gotten bolder.”

Master Yoda nodded, his chin clutched between his fingers. “Indeed. What they were seeking, I wonder?”

“I believe I can answer that, General,” Cody spoke at last. “Assassinating the princess seems to be the likely motivation. If the Separatists were to install their own leader, the planet would act as an important staging ground for future attacks on the Mid-Rim.”

“And save her, you did?”

“Yes, sir,” Cody confirmed. “She’s in stable condition aboard this vessel.”

Cody’s eyes lingered to the living quarters of the ship, where you had been since the two of you fled the planet. You’d kept quiet so far, unmoving from the bench you sat on. It struck Cody with an inexplicable worry.

“Good. Make sure she remains that way,” General Kenobi instructed. “The Separatists will be hunting her even now. You’ll need to ensure they aren’t able to find her.”

“Undercover, you must go,” Master Yoda added. “Refuge, on a nearby planet, must you seek. Until the princess’s planet, liberated, it is.”

Cody’s jaw tensed.

“And… how long will it take to muster enough forces and reclaim her world?” he asked.

“We believe we will have the required numbers in ten rotations,” General Kenobi answered.

Ten rotations?

Cody stifled his surprise, masking his uncertainty with his usual stoic expression.

“Understood, General,” he answered with a curt nod.

“Good,” General Kenobi answered. “Until we contact you, keep a low profile. And do not let anything happen to her.”

“That will be all, Commander,” Master Yoda said. The slightest smile appeared on the corners of his lips as he added, “May the Force be with you.”

The holograms before him dissipated, leaving Cody alone. He released the heavy sigh that he’d harbored in his chest. Ten rotations. To think that hours ago, this had been a mere pit stop on his way back to Coruscant, where he could await redeployment to a battlefront in need of his support. Now, it had become a full-fledged mission of its own…

Again, Cody glanced towards the back hold, seeing that you still hadn’t budged from where you sat. You stared hard at nothing, but he could tell that the violence of the droid army still flashed before your eyes. A wave of guilt washed over the commander. For him, this was just another assignment in years of war. But for you, your entire life had changed—taken from you with no warning and no remorse. If ten rotations was truly all it would take to see your world returned to you, it would be a blessing.

Treading quietly, Cody approached you. As he grew closer, he could make out more and more lesions on your skin. He tried not to grimace, but the sight of injuries on someone so beautiful ate at him. Though he was thankful you were still alive, he faulted himself for not being able to protect you from all the harm you’d endured that night.

“Princess…” he began. Immediately, you blinked out of your stupor, turning your attention to him. “I’ve received word that the Republic will be mounting a campaign to retake your world. But in the meantime, we’ll need to take you into hiding to ensure there are no more threats to your life.”

Your shoulders slumped.

“I see,” you murmured. “For how long?”

“We’re estimating around ten rotations.”

“Oh.”

It didn’t take a Jedi to discern the worry on your face, but in short order, you put on a smile. Right away, Cody knew it looked wrong—polite, pretty, but not at all real. Not anything like the warm smile you’d shown him when you first passed by him. 

“Thank you, sir, for informing me,” you said.

Your gaze fell to the floor, and the smile you’d forced onto your features fell along with it. Cody thought to take his leave, but couldn’t. Not yet. He didn’t want to abandon you in an empty hold, on a ship with an unknown soldier, to remain all by your lonesome. If he’d learned one thing from General Kenobi’s leadership, it was just how far a modicum of kindness could take you.

And for you, he could certainly be kind.

“Are you… all right?” he asked. His stilted voice made him wince. He hoped you didn’t take his rigidness as disrespect—he just wasn’t used to this. Any of it. 

You offered a weak nod in response.

“I’ll be fine,” you assured him. “I… I think I’m still a bit out of sorts, is all. Thank you for your concern.”

 Cody took a seat beside you on the bench—though making sure to keep an overly respectful distance from you.

“It… must be hard for you. Leaving your home behind so suddenly,” he continued.

You shook your head halfheartedly.

“I’m not worried about me. I’m worried about my people,” you sighed. “We’ve resisted Separatist occupation for so long. I shouldn’t be in hiding while they suffer.”

Cody watched you as your hands trembled, your brow knit with worry. The pain you held ran deeper than your wounds from the attack, and that much was obvious even to him. Cody solved his problems with a blaster more often than he did with words, but for you, he felt compelled to try.

“If it means anything, Princess… I’m sure your people are just as concerned for your well-being,” Cody spoke at last. Your gaze met his once more, and the sincerity in your eyes nearly paralyzed him. He dashed his nervousness with an awkward cough. “The Republic values your world and your people. As soon as the necessary forces are able to deploy, I have complete confidence that you will be returned home with no further struggles against the Separatists. We won’t let you down, Princess.”

The hold fell silent. Your eyes, sparkling in the glow of hyperspace, peered into his. Although his sheepishness begged him to look away, he stared back at you. When at last a small grin formed on your lips, Cody wasn’t sure whether to feel relieved or petrified.

“... I don’t believe you ever told me your name, sir,” you mentioned.

Cody gave an awkward nod. “It’s… Commander Cody, your highness.”

Your smile widened.

“Cody…” you repeated. The sound of his name on your lips made Cody’s face burn. “I’m thankful to have your company through all of this. I can’t imagine how much worse things could have been without your intervention. I owe you my life.”

In all his time on the front lines of this war, Cody had rarely been thanked. He never expected to be—he was quite literally born for this conflict, so gratitude was far from necessary. But knowing for once that his actions had meaning—that he was valued not merely as part of an army, but as an individual… it made his chest ache.

His gaze broke from yours, glancing away in hopes of slowing his rapid pulse.

“Of course, Princess. It’s what we’re here for,” he assured you. “Though… I should apologize.”

You tilt your head. “What for?”

His eyes returned to you; when he saw the bruises forming on your arms, he frowned.

“I’ve had better rescues,” he confessed. “I didn’t mean to throw you off your feet like that. I should’ve been more careful.”

To his surprise, a gentle laugh escaped you. He grimaced, wondering if he’d said something wrong. With a shake of your head, you rested your hand on his shoulder.

“Cody… a few bruises are no cost at all for staying alive to wear them,” you assured him. “I’d prefer getting knocked over by you to becoming a victim of the Separatists any day.”

The warmth of your touch and your smile seeped through Cody’s armor. Suddenly, the prospect of spending a few rotations ensuring your safety no longer troubled him so much. “Well… good,” he said. “Though, if you don’t mind, I’d prefer not to make a habit of barging into you—whether or not you prefer it.”

You beamed. Cody swore he saw the faintest blush on your cheeks.

“Just for special occasions, then?” you teased.

Cody chuckled, allowing his guard to drop for the first time that evening.

“If that’s what you want to call it… sure,” he replied.

 Something about the kindness you showed him made the war feel so distant, even in spite of all it had taken to get the two of you here. At your side, maybe ten rotations would feel like no time at all.

In the back of his mind, a small part of Cody even wondered if ten rotations was long enough.

, , ,

The transition to life on a quiet planet hadn’t been kind to either of you, but thankfully, having one another meant the struggle was not so overwhelming. Cody had taken a number of precautions from the moment you touched down—finding accommodations far from the nearest town center and ensuring that as few locals as possible even knew of your existence. The two of you had lived there in isolation for a few days now, in a little domicile out in the woodlands. And while those first few days were tense with worry, they were thankfully uneventful.

At first, Cody had tried to keep himself distant from you. He had little knowledge of what the life of a royal might entail, but something told him that fraternizing with a common soldier was probably considered an etiquette breach of some kind. But despite his attempts at maintaining decorum, every kind gesture made your company irresistible to him. Each time you brewed a pot of caf in the morning, you would offer him a mug. His rations were always tended to before your own. Even at night, you wouldn’t sleep before ensuring there wasn’t something he needed your help with. Compared to his typical soldier’s life, you treated him like royalty—a bit of irony that was far from lost on him.

The uneventful days meant the two of you had ample time to talk. You clearly had experience with speaking, having penned and performed countless speeches on your homeworld. But the way you talked to Cody felt different from any senate address he had ever heard. You spoke so fondly of things you missed from your homeworld, memories that you could glow about for hours. Cody was content to let you, though admittedly, there were times he found his attention drifting from your words—watching instead the way your eyes would glitter, your lips would purse, your cheeks would blush.

Of course, you turned the conversation to him just as often. Cody initially struggled to match your enthusiasm, not one to hold such a romantic memory of most anything. But you quickly found a way through his shell when you landed on the topic of his brothers—the only family he had, and the one he devoted himself fiercely to. Something about your attentive gaze and warm smiles made it easy for Cody to open up to you in a way he had never even considered opening up to anyone else.

Your talks served as such a fitting distraction, in fact, that you barely noticed just how much time had passed the two of you by. Both of you were caught by surprise the day you awoke to no caf left to brew—and hardly any rations, to match.

Faced with the options of going hungry or making the trek to the nearby marketplace for supplies, Cody chose the latter. He had grappled for an hour whether it was wiser to leave you alone in the domicile where you might be safer, but lack his protection. However, you made the decision for him—insisting that you would be joining him no matter what he had to say about it.

He hadn’t been so keen on the idea, at first. But as he watched you browse the bustling farmer’s market, he warmed to it quickly enough.

As the two of you roamed around the marketplace, you stopped for what Cody estimated to be the tenth time in the past hour, taking an interest in a hand-woven tapestry hanging on a stall.

“Hmm…” you hummed, taking in the uniquely knitted fabric.

Cody tilted his head, a smirk on his lips. “Enjoying yourself?”

You returned to his side, grinning up at him.

“I am, thank you,” you returned, speaking in stride as the two of you began walking again. “Have some sympathy, will you? I’m lucky if I get to leave my palace once a cycle.”

When another patron skirted a bit too close for comfort, you didn’t hesitate to walk nearer to Cody’s side. It swelled a strange sense of pride in him, knowing that you trusted him enough to keep you safe. To be your protector. He swore to never make you regret that trust.

“I’m just… trying to act natural,” you continued.  “I’ve never had to get supplies for myself, as strange as that is to admit.” You look up at him curiously. “Do you think we stick out at all?”

A dry smirk found Cody’s lips.

“What, a clone and a princess on a planet of farmers? I can’t imagine how we would,” he snarked. 

When you donned that sweet, flustered grin, Cody’s smile widened.

“You’re mean,” you teased.

“You make it easy.”

With a roll of your eyes, you checked satchel on your hip.

“Well… since we have almost everything, I don’t think I’ll have to endure your cruelty for much longer, at least,” you pointed out. “I think we’re just missing…”

Before your sentence ended, a clamor from further up in the marketplace interrupted you. Cody placed a hand on your shoulder, holding you close as the scene developed. At first, he could only make out the sight of fleeing patrons and frightened stall owners hastily stowing their merchandise.

But then, that familiar, metallic clanking droned into Cody’s ears, and he knew. 

The Separatists were here.

A full squad of droids trampled into view on the dirt road, kicking up clouds of dust behind them. At the center, a B1 barked orders at the civilians.

“Attention, citizens! There is a royal fugitive hiding on your planet. Bring her to us, or face the consequences!”

As the droids advanced, you stiffened. Given the unlikelihood of a different princess running from Separatist forces somewhere on this world, these droids were here for you. And if the two of you didn’t act quickly, they just might find you.

Cody’s eyes narrowed, donning the Commander’s mindset with ease. He reached for your wrist, taking extra care to be gentle in fear of reliving the first time he rescued you.

“This way,” he said, his voice hushed. With deft strides, he led you through the crowd—all of whom seemed far too distracted by the encroaching droids to notice just who was passing by them.

Cody’s eyes scanned the marketplace, and the moment he spotted an alleyway behind a few abandoned stalls, he began formulating an exit strategy. But his swiftly-made plan met almost immediately with challenges. A separate squad of droids approaching from a few dozen meters off prepared to slam his only window of opportunity shut.

With no time to explain, Cody slipped his arm around your waist, sweeping you toward the alleyway alongside him. Just as you entered the shadows, he pressed you against the wall, leaning his hand against the brick surface in such a way that the shawl on his shoulder fully obscured you from the main thoroughfare.

At first, Cody listened closely to the sound of the droids stalking past, counting the paces as their metallic frames shambled down the street. Only when his focus returned to the sight directly in front of him did he realize just how close you were as he loomed over you now.

Years of outmaneuvering droids made the invading Separatists all but mundane. Standing chest to chest with you, his lips a mere tilt of his head from yours… that was what sent his heart racing at lightspeed.

“Ah… a-apologies, Princess,” he murmured, his gaze trying to meet anything but you. He silently chastised himself, unable to imagine how daunted you must feel by his actions. 

But it was your touch on his cheek that pulled him back to reality—and the gentle guidance of your hand that pulled his gaze back to yours. The smile you wore drew a blush to his cheeks.

“Cody…” you spoke softly. His name… you made it sound so perfect. “You have nothing to apologize for. I don’t know what I would do if you weren’t here.”

Cody could only hope the droids were long gone, as the only sound he could hear clearly was the pounding pulse in his ears. The weight of your words hit his chest like a speeder, leaving him hopeless to muster any meaningful response.

“...o-of course,” was all he could utter. With all his strength, he found the slightest smile of his own, holding your gaze until he could no longer handle the sight of you without losing sight of himself. “It is my honor to protect you, Princess.”

When at last he looked away, he drew a steadying breath. From the sound of it, the droids outside the alleyway had passed. A relief, but not a great one, since the challenge of escaping the city still remained.

However reluctantly, Cody pulled himself away from you, though keeping a hand on your waist to ensure you stayed at his side. A cautious glance out of the alleyway revealed no additional droids—a promising sign.

“We need to keep moving,” Cody said, staying vigilant as he walked you through the market. “We’re nearly at the edge of town. If we can get clear of the market and into the forest—”

“You! Stop right there!”

The shrill, tinny voice of a battle droid brought Cody to a halt for a mere moment. The rhythmic clanking approached from behind the two of you.

“Identify yourselves, citizens!” the droid hissed as it got nearer. Cody didn’t respond. The droid stalked ever closer. “Are your auditory processors working? Identification—now!”

Cody squeezed your hip, leaning in just close enough for you to hear him whisper.

“Run.”

Abruptly, he released you from his grasp, whirling around and ripping his pistol from its thigh holster along the way. He needed only a split second to spot the droid—and shorter still to fire a shot into its head.

The sound of blaster fire alerted the dozens of other droids scattered around the marketplace, drawing them all in perfect pace to the location of their fallen comrade. Not wanting to give them an easy shot, Cody took off running the same direction you had.

As he ran, he looked ahead, trying but failing to see you—especially now that the blaster fire had stirred the remaining civilians into a frenzy. He kept faith that you’d listened to him and ran, unable to do much more with the droids’ stray blaster bolts ringing by his ears. He darted through the mob, tuning out every distraction—the clamor of the crowd, the dust plumes kicked up by the droids’ blasters...

“Cody!”

Your voice, however, always seemed to get his attention.

Cody locked his legs, sliding to an abrupt halt against the dusty road. He whipped his head in the direction of your voice, and at last, he spotted you taking cover behind a market stall. You waved him over to you, and as he ran, he saw why you’d chosen here, of all places, to wait for him.

Parked beside the stall was an abandoned speeder bike ripe for the taking.

As Cody arrived at your side, he stopped only briefly to set his hand on your shoulder.

“Are you all right?” he asked.

You nodded. “I’m fine. I found this speeder—”

“Already on it,” Cody interjected. Before he turned to the speeder, he handed you his blaster. “Have you ever used one of these?”

“Once or twice. O-Only for ceremonies…”

“Good enough,” he grunted, already on his knees to slice the speeder’s controls. “If any droid gets close, point it and fire.”

Cody tried to ignore the impending march of the clankers, rewiring the bike as quickly as he could manage. He’d nearly cracked it when he heard a blaster bolt ring out at his side, and a metallic pang some dozen meters behind him. He didn’t dare risk a glance over his shoulder to take in your handiwork, but beneath his adrenaline, he felt the smallest tinge of pride.

At last, the speeder’s engine revved to life. Cody got to his feet, finding you standing over the crumpled body of a B1. You gripped his blaster with white knuckles, hands trembling ever so slightly, just waiting for another clanker to try its luck. Biting back a smirk, Cody took the pistol from your hands.

“Nice shot,” he said quickly. With his free hand, he helped sit you on the front of the speeder. “Hold on tight. Once we get moving—”

“Cody, look out!”

You pointed past Cody with wide eyes, and he had barely a moment to follow your gaze as another droid rounded the corner. Just as it raised its blaster and fired, you yanked Cody down by his wrist. The bolt that would’ve been in Cody’s chest instead singed his shoulder, and Cody was glad he was alive to feel the pain that coursed from his wound.

Fumbling for his pistol, Cody fired two shots—managing to drop the droid with the second. But as it fell, even more came to replace it. With gritted teeth, Cody clambered onto the speeder behind you.

“Your shoulder…!” you cried, looking upon his wound with wide eyes.

“I’ll be fine,” he grunted. “Hold on!”

Pushing through his pain, Cody clasped the bike’s handlebars. The engine roared, launching the bike forward and gaining speed by the second. A hail of blasterfire flew around the two of you, and Cody veered as well as he could manage to avoid it. Once the speeder cleared through the treeline, the bolts became fewer and fewer, until at last, none at all chased after you. , , ,

The adrenaline driving Cody subsided little by little on the long ride back to the domicile. By the time the two of you arrived, the stinging wound on his shoulder had begun to ache and burn. Even so, he forced himself to keep his priorities straight—which meant tending to you, first and foremost.

When he parked the speeder, he got to his feet, before reaching his hand down to help you stand. To his surprise, though, you stared back at him in horror.

“Princess…?” he breathed.

Tears welled in the corners of your eyes.

“Cody… w-we need to get inside,” you instructed.

You dismounted the bike, only taking his hand to lead him indoors. You slammed the door behind him, a shaky breath leaving your lips as you sat him down on a chaise in the living quarters. Cody watched you, confused as you began to rifle through cabinets.

“Princess, what’s wrong?” he asked.

You didn’t answer, merely shaking your head. He could see the way your hands trembled as you fished the bacta patches out from one of the cabinets. When you turned to face him again, the glow of the sunset through the windows was just enough to light the tears on your face.

You sat beside him, and before he could say a word, you reached for the collar of his shirt. His chest seized as your nimble fingers ran down his body, too nervous to even breathe. One by one, you unhooked the fasteners, before carefully stripping the fabric from him. Seeing the wound on his shoulder more clearly now only made you cry harder, forcing you to pinch your eyes shut as you prepared a bacta patch.

Realizing now what had you so worked up, Cody found the ghost of a smile.

“Hey… it’s all right,” he promised. “I’ve taken worse hits than this. I’ll be fine.”

You sniffled, wiping away your tears with the back of your hand before carefully affixing the bacta patch to the wound on his shoulder. Your hands lingered there, reddened eyes unmoving from his injury.

Against his better judgment, Cody put his hand on your cheek. Gently, he turned your gaze to meet his.

“Princess, please,” he begged. When more tears slipped from your eyes, he swept them away with his thumb. “Please, tell me what’s wrong.”

Your lips parted slightly, but still, you struggled to speak. Cody’s heart ached at your hesitation; he leaned closer to you, running his thumb softly against your cheekbone. To his relief, you leaned into his touch, sighing and calming down.

“This is all happening because of me,” you confessed at last.

Cody tilted his head. “What do you mean?”

“None of this would’ve happened if the Separatists weren’t hunting me. You… you got hurt because of me.” Despite your best efforts, tears overwhelmed you again. “You could’ve died… and it would’ve been my fault.”

Your sorrow ate away at Cody. Never had he felt this irrepressible instinct—the desire to pull you into his arms, to hold you against his chest and promise you over and over that everything would be all right. He’d make it all right for you. Someone like you didn’t deserve to feel this way… and certainly not on his behalf.

Though he wished he could break that barrier, the most he could manage was placing his other hand against your cheek—cupping your face softly. He gazed into your glassy, beautiful eyes, struggling to find the words to convey everything on his mind.

“Princess…” he began softly, “please, listen to me. None of this is your fault. Believe me, the Separatists have no trouble shooting at me whether or not I’m with you.”

You pouted. “But I—”

Cody pinched your cheek playfully. “Hey. Just listen.”

To his utmost relief, the slightest smile formed on your lips. But though he was glad to see it, it made what he planned to say next all the more difficult.

“If anything… I’m happy I was the one to take a hit today. I don’t know what I would’ve done if something happened to you under my protection,” he continued. His words felt strangled in his throat, and every passing second begged him to find the courage to speak. “I… I would do anything for you, Princess. I… um…”

Looking into your eyes—seeing just how beautiful, soft, and breathtaking you appeared in the bloom of the setting sun… Cody couldn’t finish his thought. The words that lingered on his tongue held such consequence—both for him and for you. He couldn’t say which he feared more: that you might reject him, or that you might not.

But as always, you saw through him. You leaned in closer, resting one of your hands on his.

“You what?” you prompted him, gazing fondly into his eyes.

Unable to deny you, Cody drove himself to speak. 

“I… care about you.”

It wasn’t what he truly wished to say. But in your eyes, he knew you understood.

“Cody…”

His name on your lips drove him mad. But your lips on his sent him spiraling.

Every glance he’d stolen at your lips never could have prepared him for the feeling of kissing you like this. What little distance remained between the two of you melted away, and the uncharacteristic hesitation that had plagued Cody since the day he met you finally left him. Knowing that you felt just as strongly as he did finally allowed him to be his true self. It compelled him to serve you as more than just a soldier.

Nothing but a word from you could have stopped Cody then—from carrying you to your bed, from laying you carefully upon your sheets, from gently stripping the fabric from your figure. Your hands minded his injury as they ran over his skin, but he had forgotten about it long ago. His only concern was you.

“Cody…”

His name dripped from your lips like honey as he worked his way down your body, marking inch after inch of your form with delicate kisses. It was a softness he hadn’t believed himself capable of. But every fleeting, tender touch you graced him with inspired something in his heart. He had never been loved before; he was a soldier, built for battle and nothing more. And yet, you treated him with such care—as though he might break from too swift a touch. In a way, he supposed it was true. The mere feeling of being cared for swelled his heart so full that he feared it might burst.

No, he had never been loved before. And if this was to be the last time, he wanted to relish it utterly.

“Cody…”

He couldn’t say which he was drunk on more: the sound of your voice as you breathed his name, or the wetness he lapped between your legs. With your fingers roaming through his hair, his head held snugly between your thighs, there was nowhere else in the galaxy that could’ve filled Cody with such bliss. Every twist of your hips, every arch of your back, every hitch of your breath only drove him to please you more.

“Cody…”

You looked so beautiful as he loomed over you now. The warm dusk painted your skin, though your cheeks burned red without it. And your smile… even as he ran his thumb along your lips, even as he trailed his length against your sex, it never faded from your face. You wore it just for him, and he would not take that privilege for granted.

Only when he pressed into you did the overwhelming pleasure turn your expression to something different, but he didn’t fret, choosing to meet your lips with his, instead.

“Cody…!”

In an eternity and an instant, he could feel himself unraveling. It took all his strength to keep from succumbing to the agonizing, heavenly warmth you enveloped him with. How could he, when you still needed him? Lips lavishing your neck, hands tangled in your hair, he buried himself in you over and over. While your nails dragged across his back, your voice grew hoarse from whimpers and moans. He knew you were close—so horribly, painfully close.

When his hand trailed down across your form, and his fingers grazed the aching point between your legs, you cried his name for the last time that night.

“Cody!”

Wave after wave of your release shuddered through you, the sensation spelling Cody’s end, all the same. Your ankles locked around him, holding him in your depths as he filled you with his warmth. Trembling and spent, Cody barely managed to keep himself from collapsing on you, maintaining his balance just long enough to meet you in a soft, tender kiss—one that could never convey the full extent of his adoration.

Reluctantly, he pulled away from you, if only to join you at the head of the bed. As the heat of your encounter faded, an inkling of uncertainty entered Cody’s mind again. His hands longed for you, but as before, your titles stood in his way. He feared being improper, offending you somehow even after the love you’d shared…

But, to his utmost thankfulness, you were not about to let him flounder. Unabashed, you worked your way into his arms, burrowing yourself against his broad chest. The mere sight overwhelmed Cody with warmth. With no further doubts, he embraced you, dotting kiss after loving kiss upon your head.

After a moment, he leaned back, if only to look upon you. Again, you met him with that smile—the one he would never tire of, and the one he hoped you would wear any time he was near. Gently, he pressed his lips to your forehead.

“Princess…” he hummed. “I…”

You bumped your nose on his. “Yes, Cody?”

He sighed. There remained no part of him that could resist you now.

“I love you.”

His heart did not race at his words, nor did yours. Your smile merely widened, and you snaked your arms around his neck, drawing him in for yet another kiss. His confession was no shock to either of you. You’d had his love from the moment he first laid eyes on you. But what you said in turn—however much he had hoped to hear it—he still felt unprepared for.

“I love you, too.”

The moons rose over the horizon as the two of you shared in each others’ affection, and Cody had never been so content. Even as he drifted off, holding you in his arms, he thought not of the war, the Separatists, the dangers he might face come morning.

Only you.

,,,

That morning, you hadn’t brewed Cody a mug of caf, as was routine. But given there was no force in the galaxy that could pry you from his arms, he had to forgive you.

Lazy mornings felt strange to Cody—and lazy mornings in the embrace of a beautiful woman, even stranger. His fondest dreams could never compare to the sight of you waking up on his chest, eyes full of love as they looked upon him for the first time that day.

Gently, he set his hand against your cheek, beckoning your lips closer. You offered a soft kiss, with barely enough weight to graze your lips against his. Cody could feel you smile against him, and he could only smile, in turn.

“Good morning, Princess,” he hummed, trailing languid kisses along your jaw. “Now what has you smiling at this hour?”

His teasing only served to widen your grin. You giggled—not stopping when his lips continued down your neck.

“Oh, nothing, really… I suppose I’m just in good spirits,” you sighed. Your hands ran along Cody’s shoulders, slipping up his neck until you buried your fingers in his hair. “It’s entirely possible that it has something to do with waking up next to such a handsome man, but… I can’t be sure.”

Cody chuckled. His lips had reached your collarbone now, and he had no desire to stop lavishing you anytime soon.

“You can’t, can you?” he echoed. “What would it take to make you sure?”

As he asked his question, Cody’s calloused hands slipped up your thighs, roving over your hips and up your gorgeous frame. His touch drew the faintest gasp from your lips, emboldening him ever more. Though the night you shared had exhilarated Cody beyond his wildest dreams, he couldn’t help but long for more of you. And judging by the way your back arched against him, you hadn’t had your fill of him, either.

“Cody…” A whimper passed your lips when his hands cupped your chest. Through a love-drunk smile, you breathed, “I love you…”

Cody hummed softly, intoxicated from the caress of your fingers along his scalp. He kissed along your sternum, reveling in your every sound.

“I love you, more…”

The shrill beeping from the strewn pile of Cody’s clothes on the floor startled both of you, a cruel return to reality. With a heavy sigh, Cody shook his head. If someone was making the effort to reach him on an undercover operation, it had to be important… much to his displeasure.

Wrapping you tightly in his arms, he offered a kiss to your forehead as a parting gift.

“You stay put,” he instructed playfully. “No getting into trouble while I’m gone.”

You rolled your eyes and bumped your nose against his. “I’ll try.”

With a heavy sigh, Cody left the warmth of the bed and your arms behind, making himself presentable for whomever awaited on the other end of the ringing commlink. Once he was dressed, he stepped out of your bedroom, ensuring the door closed firmly behind him. Alone in the main room of the domicile, he accepted the incoming transmission.

“General Kenobi,” Cody spoke as the Jedi flickered to life on the holoprojector.

“Good morning, Cody,” General Kenobi answered. “It feels like it’s been ages since we’ve talked. How are you getting on?”

Cody swallowed the immediate fear that shot through him, forgetting for a moment that the general was looking for a situation report—not any summary of what trouble his commander may have gotten into the night prior.

“We’re… surviving,” Cody replied. “We had a close call yesterday—some Separatist deployments have made their way to this planet looking for the princess, and they nearly found her, too. But we were able to evade them without incident.”

“I see,” the general hummed, stroking his beard. “I suppose this news will be a relief, then. We’ve successfully liberated the princess’s homeworld, so the two of you won’t need to fend for yourselves any longer.”

Cody’s eyes went wide. 

“Already?” he uttered.

“You sound surprised.”

“Well… i-it’s just that it’s only been eight rotations,” Cody floundered, trying to recover. “I was expecting we’d be here longer, but… that’s… good to hear, General.”

“I’m glad,” General Kenobi returned. “I’ll be on the lookout for an update or your arrival. May the Force be with you, Commander.”

“Thank you, sir. We’ll be there soon.”

The hologram dissipated, and Cody’s heart sank along with it. As a Marshal Commander, it was rare for him to lose track of… well, anything. But it seemed he’d gotten so wrapped up in this little fantasy with you that he forgot the caveats that came along with it—most notably, that it would eventually come to an end. It was bittersweet: on one hand, he was thankful to know your planet was safe, and he would be eager to return to his brothers…

…but on the other, the mere thought of leaving you behind twisted his stomach into knots.

Sighing, Cody pinched the bridge of his nose. He supposed all that remained was to break the news to you. But he couldn’t say why his feet stayed put—why he couldn’t bring himself to open the bedroom door again.

“I’m guessing it’s bad news for you, too…?”

Your voice brought Cody back from his brooding. When he turned, he found you wrapped up in one of his shawls, leaning against the doorway with a sad smirk on your lips. The sun bathed your skin in a radiant glow that made you look simply ethereal.

As if the universe couldn’t make this any harder on him…

Cody returned to you, his hands slipping around your waist. He could see the disappointment in your smile; even as you draped your arms over his shoulders, resting your forehead on his, you didn’t beam as brightly as you had before. Cody couldn’t blame you—his smile was just as somber.

“Yeah. I didn’t realize how long it’s been,” he sighed. With a bitter chuckle, he added, “I guess that’ll teach me to train my battalion so well. If they were worse soldiers, we might’ve had more time.”

Though his words earned a giggle from you, it didn’t linger. Before long, you fell quiet again, and Cody couldn’t bring himself to break the silence. He held you close, safe and sound in his arms. His hands ran up and down your back, and he planted kiss after lazy kiss upon your head. All while his mind raced.

What could he say? The options overwhelmed him, but not one felt like enough to make up for the reality of the situation. I love you with all I am. I wish we had more time. I want to marry you.

“Are you going to stay?”

Your voice caught Cody by surprise. He leaned back, if only to meet your eyes. When he did, he found you looking back at him with the slightest sorrow.

“What?” he asked.

The ghost of a smile formed on your lips, your gaze bashfully falling from his.

“You don’t have to go, you know… and I don’t have to go back to my homeworld. We can stay together, just the two of us.” As you spoke, your fingers trembled against his skin. “I know it’s a forlorn hope, and it’s asking a lot, but… I want to stay with you. I love you, Cody. I don’t want you to go.”

When your gaze met his again, your misty eyes pleaded with him.

“Will you stay with me, Cody? Please?”

Your words tore Cody asunder, a pain more agonizing than he’d felt on any battlefield. Pieces of him begged to stay with you—to never be without the love you showered him with, to be your protector for all his life. But as you could already tell, those pieces of him were not enough to shun his duty, his purpose. Even if he wished he could.

“Princess…” Cody sighed. From his first word alone, he saw the hope drain from your face. Though he wanted to subvert your fears—to say whatever it took to bring the light back to your eyes—he couldn’t. He owed you the full answer, as much as it hurt to hear—and to say. “I’m sorry. I love you, too… more than I ever thought was possible, I love you. But… I won’t let you give up everything for me. Your planet needs you, and my brothers need me. We can’t leave our lives behind.”

Dejected, your gaze fell from Cody’s. He could feel the tears slipping from your cheeks onto the soft fabric of his shirt. Guilt weighed on his chest, with every tear you shed crushing him further. Was he truly so cruel, to make the woman he loved more than life itself devastated like this? 

He knew he had more to say. He knew it would be nowhere near enough to temper the pain of your separation. But if he could not give himself to you, he would leave you with hope to hold onto in his absence.

Gently, he took your chin between his fingers, moving your gaze back to his again.

“But Princess… I promise this isn’t the end for you and me. Even if we’re apart, I’m still yours… and I will be until the day I die.”

He pressed a soft kiss between your eyes.

“The moment this war ends, I’m boarding the first transport to your homeworld. And no matter what anyone says, I’m marrying you. I’ll spend the rest of my life making up for the time we lost. Nothing else will matter to me but you.” Though halfhearted, he managed a smirk. “Understood?”

You smiled. Even through the tears that streamed down your face, you smiled. It was real, and it was beautiful.

“Understood,” you whispered.

Softly, Cody kissed away every last one of your tears, before meeting your lips once more.

The two of you still had the day, and you both agreed to make the most of it. Packing up the little life you’d built together went slowly, interrupted countless times by kisses, conversations, lovemaking... Cody cherished every moment. He never wanted to forget the warmth of your body in his arms, the taste of you on his lips, the sound of your laughter in his ears. Soon, his senses would once more be overwhelmed by the battlefield, and he would long for these comforts in his dreams. If he couldn’t stay with you, he at least wanted to carry your memory with him.

When at last the two of you boarded your ship, ready to return to your homeworld, you were content. The pain of your imminent parting had dulled, and in its place came the bittersweet comfort of knowing you’d enjoyed what little time you had to the fullest. 

The flight was uneventful, but unlike those first few days you’d spent with one another, the two of you had nothing to say. You merely held one another close, your adoration speaking for itself.

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“Your commander is to be commended for his service to this planet. Without him, I may very well not be here to retake my throne.”

You stood before the armored commander and his Jedi General, bowing your head politely to show your appreciation for their actions. In every sense, you were back where you belonged—in the halls of your palace, dressed in the finest regalia. The princess you were meant to be. But stunning though you were, Cody could not help but remember you as you had been during your time together. Dressed without concern for royal protocol, stripped down to your truest self… a side of you that was his alone to see.

From beside Cody, General Kenobi nodded graciously.

“He is an impeccable soldier. I am pleased to hear he took such good care of you,” General Kenobi said.

Cody’s heart raced, and he tried to keep a solemn face. His struggle was made all the more apparent with how easily you could mask any reaction, merely meeting the general with a kind smile.

“Indeed. I hope he is well rewarded for his assistance,” you said. For the briefest moment, your eyes met Cody’s, and your smile softened. “I’m afraid my gratitude is not nearly enough to thank him for all he has done.”

A ghost of a smile formed on Cody’s lips. He stood just a bit taller at your words.

“We’ll see to it that he is, your highness,” General Kenobi agreed. “But in the meantime, I’m afraid the war demands our attention. We wish you well, your majesty.”

You curtseyed politely before the two men.

“May luck follow you in your battles, Master Jedi,” you said. When you turned your attention once more to Cody, your expression faltered for the briefest moment. “And may luck follow you, Commander Cody.”

Cody gazed back at you, doing little to hide the feelings buried beneath the surface. Even as the General began the walk back to the transport, Cody remained—lingering just as long as he could. Savoring the sight of you until the last, desperate second. Praying to the Maker that his every thought of you could be conveyed through this last moment alone.

“Thank you… Princess.”

You smiled. Though the faintest sadness hid behind it, you meant it from the depths of your being. And even if it was unbecoming of a soldier, Cody smiled back at you. 

But he knew this was not the end. Even as he finally turned away, setting his helmet upon his head and boarding the LAAT, even as he looked back to you one last time before the shuttle doors closed, he knew.

He would see you again. 

AN: Thank you for getting to the end lol I hope you enjoyed it despite the intimidating wordcount LOL and I hope you like it @loving-the-cambridges ! Also, huge thank you to @ghostofskywalker for putting this event together and organizing, it was so much fun and I would love to participate again!✨✨

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Misbehaving - Part Four

Cody is finally back in town! Unfortunately, his timing coincides with Mother Nature.

Commander Cody x fem!reader

Rating: Explicit. Minors, do not interact.

Word Count: 5,100

Warnings: Discussions of menstrual cycles and accompanying discomfort, dom/sub undertones, period sex, blindfolds, minor dirty talk, fingering, unprotected sex.

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You liked to consider yourself an optimist. 

Sure, sometimes things happened that didn’t quite match up with the way you thought they should. There were always bad days and missed opportunities, but for the most part, things worked out. 

A grand and ironic exception, of course, was that you had gotten your period just days before your boyfriend would finally be back on the same planet. You were still struggling to put an optimistic spin on that particular situation. 

I’ll be there in ten minutes.

The message was glaring up at you from the screen of your comlink. You hadn’t told Cody what was going on, and you weren’t exactly sure why. He was familiar enough with human biology to know that most females had a menstrual cycle and it wasn’t exactly something he could hold against you. 

Still, some combination of irritation and denial had kept you from telling him outright. It was going to be a terrible surprise, you thought morosely, especially given that he liked to be welcomed home between your thighs. 

Two sharp knocks on the door sounded and you glanced over at the chrono. Yep, ten minutes from the holomessage, almost to the second. You hauled yourself up from the couch, grimacing at the way gravity pulled on everything between your legs. 

When you opened the door, Cody was standing there. He was proper as always, helmet under one arm and warmth filling his dark eyes. “Ma’am. May I come in?” 

It was the typical playacting you did when he came over. Cody had insisted on it for ‘plausible deniability’ reasons. You had tried explaining to him that your neighbors weren’t the kind to watch arrivals through peepholes, but he wouldn’t listen. It was very Cody - when he decided on something, nothing short of a GAR command could make him change his mind. (Even then, he would probably want to debate.)

“Yeah,” you agreed, leaning against the wall. Not only did it move you slightly out of his way, but it also took some pressure off your aching spine. 

It was a less elaborate welcome than you usually offered, and Cody’s brow twitched before he stepped inside. The door slid shut automatically behind him, leaving the two of you in sudden privacy. 

“Good to see you, mesh’la,” Cody greeted, hands sliding around your waist. You still felt bloated, but the warmth of his hands was soothing. “You look beautiful.” 

You snorted before you could help it. You hadn’t felt like putting on anything flattering, especially since you had bled on the last two pairs of pants you had worn. That meant you were dressed in clothes that were one wash away from being tossed into a garbage chute, and at least two sizes too big. 

“I’m a mess right now.” 

Cody smiled at you, shaking his head. “Doesn’t matter. I’ve never seen anything more perfect.” 

You couldn’t bring yourself to reply. He was being nice, painfully nice, but you felt so terrible that being called perfect only made you think about how far from perfect you felt. 

Cody’s eyes searched your face. Whatever he found there made his smile fade, which made you feel even worse. “What’s wrong, sweetheart? You look upset.” 

“I’m-” You took a breath, trying not to let yourself cry. “I’m not having a good day.” 

“Tell me what I can do to make it better.” 

It came out like an order, and you bit your lip. You weren’t sure if you would have said something rude or burst out in tears, but neither option were how you wanted the evening to go. 

“Change the laws of nature?” Your suggestion made Cody’s head tilt slightly. You scrubbed at your face. “I’m sorry. I’m on my period right now and it’s not fun. Not your fault and I don’t mean to take it out on you.” 

“Hey, don’t worry about that,” Cody soothed. “Why don’t you sit back down. Where does it hurt?”

“It doesn’t hurt, not anymore,” you told him. “I had some cramps right before everything started, and the first two days are always awful, but now it’s just blood and bloat and misery.”

Cody urged you back over toward the couch, and you settled into the tangle of blankets you had surrounded yourself with before he got there. The apartment was a mess, now that you took a moment to look around. You were a mess, why would your home be any different? “I’m sorry, Cody.” 

“You’ve already apologized once, and that was one time more than necessary,” he replied, settling onto the couch beside you. “What are you apologizing for, mesh’la?” 

“I just-” Your eyes watered again as you tried to verbalize it. “I know this isn’t how you wanted to spend your leave.” 

“Don’t worry about that.” Cody seemed utterly unbothered, but how could he be? He had been looking forward to this just as much as you were. “We’re on leave for the better part of a week. We have time. Besides, the galaxy isn’t going to fall to pieces just because we won’t have sex tonight.” 

The finality of that made your chest ache. You were tired and your self-esteem was low, but the hormones were also whirling around inside of you. Most of them were going toward making you mildly irrational, but there were enough left over to make you lonely and long to be filled. 

“I was really looking forward to being with you,” you whined, still trying not to cry. “I missed you so much. In more ways than one.” 

Cody smiled, leaning in to kiss your forehead. “I know,  sweetheart, and that means everything to me. But I want you happy and comfortable. If that means that we don’t sleep together tonight, I’m fine with that.” 

“It’s not that I don’t want to…” You hiccuped. “It’s that I’m… You know…” 

“Does it hurt?” he asked with a frown. 

“No, but-” You cut off, frowning. Had you missed something? It certainly seemed like you had. “I’m still bleeding. And not just a little bit.” 

Cody paused, eyes searching your expression. Whatever he found there, his brow smoothed. Carefully, he said, “You know, I don’t mind a bit of blood. If you want to be together, I’m happy to-” 

“Ugh,” you interrupted, aghast. “You would want to fuck me on my period?” 

“Not if you don’t want me to. But yes, I want you. Like I said, I’m not worried about a little blood.” 

“What if it’s not just a little?” you asked, heart picking up. “My period isn’t light.” 

Cody shrugged. “And? Point is, mesh’la, my plans don’t need to change if you don’t want them to.” 

You thought about it for a long moment. You didn’t love the idea of having sex on your period, but not because of any real reason. It had always just seemed like a taboo. But if you wanted Cody and Cody wanted you… Well, it seemed silly to turn him away because of some outdated societal norms. 

“And you’re sure it doesn’t bother you?” 

Since he had already said as much in several different ways, you wouldn’t have blamed Cody if he’d gotten impatient or sarcastic with you, but he didn’t. Instead, he was patient and steady as ever as he reassured, “No, it doesn’t bother me. I want to be with you.” 

You melted, leaning in with your face tipped up to his so he could kiss you more easily. And he did, pressing his smiling lips to yours until you were well and truly lost in it. All of your worried and inhibitions had disappeared from your mind… until Cody’s wandering hands crept between your thighs and pressed against the thick pad you were wearing. 

Suddenly, horrified embarrassment filled you. Did he think it was weird that you were wearing a pad instead of a tampon? How long had it been since you’d changed it? What if you smelled bad? What if you had a blood clot when he was trying to fuck you? 

You broke away from him, hiding your face against his shoulder. “I don’t know if I can do this.” 

Apparently, Cody understood the muffled question immediately, since he didn’t ask you to repeat yourself. “Why?”

It was a fair question, and you searched yourself to get an honest answer. “The blood might not bother you, but I think it bothers me.” 

Cody was quiet for a moment. “What if I blindfold you?” 

“What?” The question was unexpected enough to jar you out of your self-consciousness, and you pulled back to stare at him. 

Your lover looked calm and helpful, not at all the expression you would have expected from someone who just offered to blindfold you. Granted, you and Cody had done far more adventurous things in your time together… 

“I can blindfold you,” he repeated. “If you want to fuck but don’t like the idea of seeing the blood, a blindfold can make sure we’re good. You can get the relief you want without worrying about the drawbacks. I won’t force you, I’m just saying it’s an option.” 

Your pussy gave a throb at the idea of being stretched by him, and you did your best to ignore the trickle of blood that left you. “I think that would be perfect.” 

Cody’s smile was beatific, and he squeezed your hand as he stood. “Give me a second to get everything set up and I’ll meet you in the bedroom.” 

You watched him leave. You didn’t love that he was wearing shoes and full armor in your apartment, but you couldn’t help but admire the way his boots gave a hint of strut to his step. Besides, if he could make you forget about your general misery, you would gladly clean the floor and call it a fair trade. 

While Cody was working in your bedroom, you occupied yourself in straightening up the living room. Food wrappers went in the waste can, your glass of water went in the sink, and you managed to fold two blankets before you decided it wasn’t worth the effort. 

“Cody?” you asked, with a soft knock on the door to your bedroom. “Are you-? Wow.” 

Cody turned to look at you over his own shoulder. He studied the towel he had laid out on the bed, frowning. “Is this not okay? I can choose a different one. I just thought the color-”

“It’s fine,” you assured him. The dark purple towel had seen better days, so even if you couldn’t remove any stains, it was no big loss. Besides, you would sacrifice every towel you owned if Cody would just let you take a holoimage of him like this. 

Your lover had stripped off half of his body glove, leaving it to hang from his waist while his upper body was on full display. The lamp on the bedside table had been turned down low, and the dim light played beautifully against the swells and dips of his muscular arms and torso. He had pulled pillows and additional blankets to surround the towel, clearly intent on making you as comfortable as possible, and a silk scarf from your closet was neatly folded on the bedside table, ready to be used as a blindfold. 

“Everything look okay, mesh’la?” Cody asked. 

You suddenly realized you had been staring, and nodded to break the spell he had unknowingly cast over you. “Looks fine to me.” 

Cody held out a hand, half-kneeling on the bed already. “Then the only thing missing is you. Ready?” 

You had already taken his hand when you balked. “Actually, I should use the ‘fresher…”

“Do you need to use the refresher?” he asked. 

“Well, no…” you hedged. “But I could probably do with a little cleanup before we get started.” 

“If that’s what you need to feel comfortable.”

You retreated to the refresher attached to your room and did what you could to freshen yourself up, but your period was still heavy enough that you weren’t going to stay clean for more than a few minutes at best. 

“Feeling better?” Cody asked when you joined him in the bedroom once more. 

“Nervous.” 

He frowned then. “Nervous? What are you nervous about?” 

“That you’re going to be grossed out,” you answered hesitantly. “If you are, it’s fine. We can just stop. You know that, right?” 

Cody nodded, his mouth pressed into a grim line. It was only when he started speaking that you realized it was held that way to fight back a smile. “Yes, sweet girl. I know that. I can also promise that I know what I’m getting into. This is hardly the first time I’ve been with someone who’s on their cycle.” 

You blinked. That… was something you had never considered. And it did make you feel better. You didn’t love thinking of Cody with other people, but if he had done this before, he probably wasn’t going to run screaming at the first sight of blood. 

Whether or not you would was still up for debate. 

Your shoulders settled. “Okay, I’m ready.” 

Cody nodded. His hand extended out again, and this time, you took it. He drew you gently toward the bed, helping you position yourself when you laid down. Your hips were centered on the towel while your shoulders were well-supported by the pillows Cody had arranged for you. 

When he joined you, Cody was careful not to rest any of his weight on you. Instead, he lay stretched out beside you, supporting himself on one arm as he leaned in to kiss you. You relaxed into that kiss, the tension leaving your muscles even faster than it had before. One hand rose without your permission, cradling Cody’s jaw and toying with the near-invisible stubble you found there. 

Cody gave a satisfied little sigh at the feeling of your fingers on his skin, kissing you deeper. Simultaneously, he let himself explore you with the hand he wasn’t using to support himself. 

You were fine - eager, even - when his touch traced along your collarbone, but you tensed when he reached your sensitive breasts. However, Cody was as gentle as ever. He cradled the weight of each breast in his hand in turn, brushing your nipples with the edge of his thumb. When he continued working downward, however, you found it impossible to stay relaxed. 

His fingers had just crept under the waistband of your pants when you tensed, breaking the kiss. “Cody?” 

“I know, mesh’la,” Cody soothed you. He removed his hand, reaching for the bedside table. When he turned fully back toward you, he was holding your silk scarf. “Are you ready for me to blindfold you, sweet girl?” 

“Yes.” You weren’t, but you trusted Cody with every part of you. Even your sight. 

That was probably why you were so nervous about this, you reflected, watching the silken material grow closer until you had to close your eyes against it. For all of the ways you and Cody had experimented with limitations - restraints, certain forms of address, even some minor breath play - you had never given up a sense with him. No matter what had been happening between you, you had always been able to clearly see it coming. 

You were smiling despite yourself when Cody finished tying the material behind your head. Perhaps it was only your imagination, but you swore you could feel him pause when he sat back. “What is it?” 

“Just…” You paused, trying to articulate it. “It’s funny - all the things we’ve done together and being blindfolded is the first time I think I’ve been truly nervous.”

“Nervous?” Cody repeated. Out of the darkness, something brushed your cheek and you jumped violently. “Sorry, sweetheart. I didn’t mean to scare you. How do we make you feel more in control? Maybe you should tell me what I can do and when.”

It was a clever solution, but it also sounded like it would take a lot of effort, and you weren’t sure you had the mental capacity at the moment. “Maybe you could tell me what you’re going to do before or while you’re doing it?” 

“I can do that, and you can tell me if you need me to stop or to touch you differently,” he assured, thumb brushing the top of your cheekbone. “I’m going to kiss you now.” 

You were smiling when Cody’s lips pressed against yours. The kiss was clumsy at first, and you blamed your fumbling on the fact that you couldn’t see him drawing closer to you. But soon enough, the two of you fell into a steady, comfortable rhythm. 

When you felt a touch against the top of your mound, you jumped and Cody pulled away to bite out a curse. “Sorry, mesh’la. I already got distracted. I won’t forget again.” 

“It’s okay,” you reassured, but Cody wasn’t having it. 

“No, these are the rules for this session. I won’t forget again.” The promise was delivered from much closer than he had been before, and you could feel the heat of Cody’s breath against your throat. “I’m going to touch you.” 

That time, you expected the brush of Cody’s fingers. Even with the way he was mouthing down the side of your neck, you couldn’t keep a frown from your face. Everything was about to become very real. 

He explored along the edge of the pad you were wearing, making you squirm at the warmth of his touch. When he had traced down and between your legs, Cody’s voice rumbled into the very bones of your shoulder. “You ready for me to take these off, princess?” 

You nodded. Apparently, Cody wasn’t going to make you answer him verbally. All he said in response was, “Lay back for me.” 

As you did as Cody asked, there was a slight tugging sensation at your waistline. Cody prompted, “Lift your hips for me and we can get started.” 

After so much time obeying Cody’s orders in the bedroom, your body wasn’t exactly waiting for your input. Your hips raised automatically, helping him ease your underwear down your legs. It was gone, then, and you were jarred by the realization that you had no idea if he had placed them next to you or thrown them across the room. 

“Did you put those somewhere they won’t be smearing blood on the floor?” you asked. Did it threaten the mood? Yes, but so would having to scrub dried blood out of your carpet later.

“Of course,” Cody assured you, pressing a kiss to your hip. “Relax. Let me take care of everything. Do you trust me?” 

“Always.” 

“Good girl.” Another kiss to your hip, then a third on the swell of your lower stomach. 

“Cody?” you asked. A light hum answered you. You would have felt ridiculous, but you could feel his breath on the part of you where your belly turned into your mound. “If you use your mouth on me, I’m going to throw up.” 

A pause. “At the feeling or the idea?” 

“The idea, mostly.” 

“Then I won’t,” Cody agreed. From the sound of his voice, he had moved further up your body. “I am going to use my fingers on you, though. Non-negotiable. I want to do some extra prep work with you on your cycle.”

You nodded again. You knew better than to argue with Cody when he was using that tone of voice. It wouldn’t get you anywhere and would just end with you both being frustrated. As a peace offering, you parted your thighs for him. The slight roughness of the towel until your bare hips was odd, but all you could focus on was that Cody was probably staring at your core. 

“Are you ready for me to start touching your pussy?” 

This isn’t dirty talk, you reminded yourself. Cody’s just trying to keep communication open and effective. Apparently, that didn’t matter to your brain, which insisted on classifying the question as being flirty and daring. You were already blooming for him when you nodded. 

“Let me hear that pretty voice, sweetheart.” 

Well, that certainly didn’t help anything. You had to swallow hard before you trusted yourself to say, “Yes, I’m ready.” 

There was a pause, just long enough to make you wonder whether Cody was going to make you repeat him verbatim before he would move on. Thankfully, he took pity on you and brushed fingertips across your slit.  

Your breath caught in your throat, hips canting upward as if you could find his fingers and force him into you. The sudden, savage surge of want surprised you. The neediness that came with your cycle was nothing new, but faced with the prospect of having those needs met - and met far better than your fingers or toys could manage - was driving your body to previously unknown levels of desperation. 

“That feel good, princess?” 

You wanted to laugh at the idea that he even had to ask, but all you could manage was a dry sounding, “Yes.” 

“Then let me give you a little more.” 

Cody’s stroke was firmer that time, working his way from the bottom of your sex to the hood of your clit. It managed to feel even more dazzling than the first touch had, and you gave a soft moan. That was unusually desperate for you, confirmed by the disbelief in Cody’s low chuckle. 

“My poor little mesh’la needed this even more than I realized,” he mused. “Enough teasing, yeah?” 

The tips of his fingers were at your entrance the next moment, though only one of them pushed inside of you. You were eager for more, but had to admit that one finger felt formidable. The sheer amount of lubrication coating your channel and lips helped ease the way, and you stubbornly refused to think about what else could be causing that wetness. 

Cody worked you slowly with that single finger, patiently petting and stretching you until your inner muscles relaxed enough for him to slip in a second one. You huffed out a breath at the stretch. 

What you hadn’t expected was that being blindfolded forced you to focus more on your other senses. You could feel Cody moving inside of you, of course, but you also felt the way his knuckles occasionally brushed up against your lips. You could hear how wet you were, but also that Cody occasionally held his breath as he watched you take him ever-deeper. His body lay warm against the length of your left leg, and you grabbed his forearm simply to feel the way the muscles and tendons worked as he stretched you. 

Your introspection was cut off when Cody pushed a third finger into you. Your mouth dropped open, a keening noise escaping you as the stretch rapidly went from shocking to uncomfortable to intense to orgasmic. Before you could even begin to warn him, you were tightening around Cody’s fingers and blindly panting out your orgasm.

When the roaring in your ears faded, Cody was still stroking into you. His motions had slowed significantly, but the steady push-pull of his fingers was threatening to build you right back into another orgasm. 

“Cody, please,” you begged, limbs too lax to pull him away. 

“What do you need, sweetheart?” Cody asked. His hand slowed even further, but he didn’t entirely stop. 

“You.” It came out in a gasp, but clear enough to be understood.

“Always so perfect for me.” Cody’s fingers pulled free of you, and you heard the unmistakable sound of him taking off the rest of his body glove. “Do you need anything else from me before I-?” 

“No,” you interrupted hastily. “Please, Cody, I just need-” 

“Shh… I know what you need, sweet girl.” Your thighs were pushed wider - wide enough to accommodate him between them. A blunted head prodded at your entrance and you canted your hips. Cody’s hands closed around your hips, holding you steady. “Be patient. I don’t want to push you into going faster than you should.” 

You sobbed out a breath as he slowly speared into you. Cody was gracefully proportioned, but some magic of your period or the blindfold - or a combination of both - made you feel his length more intensely than you could remember feeling before. He was sinking into your channel at an achingly slow pace, but that just seemed to emphasize the way he stretched you, forcing you wide around him. 

When he bottomed out in you, you froze at the intensity of the full feeling in your lower belly. If you could have removed your hands from his shoulders, you would have pressed them to your stomach. You wondered if you could have felt him lodged in your guts. 

But instead, you clung to Cody. Your fingernails bit into his skin as you used him as both a source of solidity and a handle so that you could move more freely. Your feet were still resting on the mattress, giving you the leverage you needed to push your hips up, and you ground your pelvis against him. 

Cody’s grip loosened enough to let you do it, then tightened again as he groaned. “You’re killing me, mesh’la.” 

“I’m killing you?” you asked, disbelievingly. “Cody, please, I need you to start moving or I’m going to explode.” 

“Fine,” he agreed. “But you’ll tell me if it’s too much?” 

“I promise.” 

Cody took you at your word. He pinned your hips to the bed and started to move. He couldn’t seem to decide whether he wanted to use long, pounding strokes or shorter, deeper ones. He ended up with a combination of both, which you found both hard to anticipate and intensely sexy. 

You couldn’t stay quiet under the onslaught of pleasure. Admittedly, you weren’t trying very hard, but neither was Cody. He was making his opinions clear, a combination of curses, moans, and praises falling from him. The only time either of you were quiet was when one or the other had initiated a kiss. 

Cody panted above you and you picked up on the particularly desperate rasp of it. He was close. That was perfect, since you were also close, but you wanted to see him. 

“Cody,” you said. Cody groaned your name in response, and you realized you needed to be more specific. “Cody, wait.” 

He froze halfway inside of you. “What is it? Do you need to stop?” 

“No, I just need you to take off my blindfold.” 

There was a beat of silence. “Are you sure? What about the blood?” 

Something in your chest shrank at the reminder that you were on your period and that the scene between your legs probably looked a lot more graphically violent than you had been imagining. Even so, you nodded. “I won’t look. I want to see you. That matters more to me than making sure I don’t see the blood.” 

“Give me a moment, sweetness,” Cody requested. The next thing you felt was the gentle brush of his fingers against the back of your head, then the scarf was lifting away from your face. You studied Cody’s face eagerly, taking in every expression and line. 

You didn’t realize you had a lovesick smile on your face until Cody returned the expression. With a gentle brush of your fingers over his cheek, you said, “There you are.” 

Cody nuzzled into your hand - an oddly sweet gesture considered he was balls deep inside of you. “Better?” 

“Much,” you agreed, rolling your hips experimentally. The brief pause hadn’t killed the mood entirely, and the fire in your blood roared back to life. “Mmmm… I’m close.” 

“Me, too.” Cody withdrew partially from you, pushing back in before pulling out a little further, then doing it again. Eventually, he was thrusting into you with luxurious, full-length strokes that almost seemed to be stroking your insides. Every move managed to brush against your g-spot both when he was pushing in and when he was pulling out, and it wasn’t long before you were panting once more. 

“Cody!” 

Cody pressed his forehead to yours, filling your entire field of vision as your body shattered for the second time that evening. It felt indescribably different to squeeze your internal muscles around his cock rather than his fingers, and the thought crossed your mind that you could happily come around him for eternity. Of course, the pleasure would probably kill you rather quickly, so ‘eternity’ wouldn’t be that long. 

He continued to thrust into you, bucking harder and faster and deeper and stronger until your orgasm stretched long enough to have been your second, third, and maybe your fourth. Cody’s hips lost their rhythm, his brow furrowed, and at last he tore himself from you. 

On the rare occasions when Cody didn’t fill you up, you liked to watch him come. There was something so powerful about it, so primal and compelling. But you were still dealing with the aftermath of your extended orgasm, the pleasurable aftershocks, and the inevitable weakness in your muscles that came after a really good time with Cody. 

Dampness seeped down from your inner thigh, dripping onto the towel beneath you as Cody’s hand squeezed the large muscle that lined the top of your thigh. “...Fuck.” 

You managed a laugh at the harshness of his curse. “You okay?” 

“I think I saw the galaxy for a second there.” Cody let out a shuddering breath. “You’re always amazing, but that was entirely different.” 

“It was a lot more intense than usual,” you agreed. “Maybe you were right about period sex.” 

“Not exactly what I meant, mesh’la,” Cody told you. You glanced at him, surprised that he wasn’t indulging in even a bit of gloating. “You were so strong. I know you weren’t sure about trying it, but I’m glad you did. It was very brave of you. Thank you for trusting me.” 

There were a dozen things you wanted to say: that you would always trust him, that there was no one else you could be as confident with, that it was you who should be thanking him. But you settled for a nod, deciding not to try speaking past the lump in your throat. 

In lieu of words, you tugged Cody upward until you could kiss him. He would understand everything you wanted to say.

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Author's Note - At this moment, I don't have anything more planned for these two. But every now and again, I'll stumble into an idea that's too perfect not to use, so I won't say never!

Thanks for reading!

[sinfulsalutations]

Congrats on your amazing achievement!!! To celebrate, I would love to see either a Wolffe or Cody piece with prompt #13. ❤️❤️❤️

➼ ɴᴏᴜʀ'ꜱ 500 ꜰᴏʟʟᴏᴡᴇʀ ᴄᴇʟᴇʙʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴ

⋆ ★ ʜᴇʏ ʜᴇʏ! ɪ ᴡᴇɴᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴄᴏᴅʏ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜɪꜱ, ᴀꜱ ɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇɴ'ᴛ ɢᴏᴛᴛᴇɴ ᴛᴏ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ʜɪᴍ ʏᴇᴛ, ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ɢᴏᴛ ꜱᴏ ᴍᴀɴʏ ʀᴇQᴜᴇꜱᴛꜱ ꜰᴏʀ ᴡᴏʟꜰꜰᴇ 😳 ʜᴏᴘᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ʟɪᴋᴇ ɪᴛ!

➼ ᴘʀᴏᴍᴘᴛ ☆ "ɪ'ᴍ ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ᴍᴀʀʀʏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ꜰᴏʀ ᴅᴏɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴀᴛ"

➼ ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ ☆ ᴄᴏᴅʏ x ꜰ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

➼ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ☆ ᴏʀᴀʟ ꜱᴇx (ꜰ ʀᴇᴄᴇɪᴠɪɴɢ), ᴅᴇꜱᴘᴇʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏɴ ʙᴏᴛʜ ꜱɪᴅᴇꜱ, ᴄᴏᴅʏ ɪꜱ ᴀ ʙɪɢ ᴏʟ' ꜱᴏꜰᴛ ᴅᴏᴍ ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʜɪᴍ ꜰᴏʀ ɪᴛ

➼ ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ ☆ 543

➼ ᴛʜɪꜱ ꜰɪᴄ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴀɪɴꜱ ɴꜱꜰᴡ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ. ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛ 18+ ᴅɴɪ

“Cody, Cody, ahh–”

The only tangible response you get is the slightest pull away from your sopping pussy and a breathless chuckle before he goes back to the task at hand.

He’s wanted you like this for weeks now. You know that when he comes home to you, pressing his entire body onto yours and kissing you breathless. Neither of you care that he’s still in his kit, it’ll come off anyway when you make it to the bedroom. You simply need each other as two human beings, two people so in love who can’t bear all the time apart. 

“`Missed you.” Through the waves of unrelenting pleasure, you manage to say what you both feel, but not without letting out a moan when you finish your thought. Cody hums, half as a response, half as a way to further stimulate you, the vibrations of his voice making your thighs shake under his grip. You sigh.

“I know,” Is his only response, but his tone isn’t smug. It’s instead an affirmation, assurance that you weren’t foolish in your wanton longing, and it makes you feel even the slightest twinge better. His tongue runs over you, slow and gentle, making you let out a delicate moan; Cody smiles into your pussy. 

“You’re so good to me, baby,” He mutters. You lift your head to glimpse his face and see how truly pussy-drunk he looks; his eyes are half-lidded, threatening to close as his jaw remains slack with his tongue hanging out, reveling in your taste. He’s perfect, you decide, and reach down to search for his hand. Once you do lazily interlock fingers, your head falls back again. “So, so good.”

Cody lets his tongue do most of the work, having it run through your lips to finely part them in articulate movements; sporadically, he allows it to push, find the shallow parts of your entrance and swirl it there. He pulls away the moment you begin to whimper, and every time you squeeze his hand in retaliation, whining louder for him to feel guilty.

“Oh, please,” You mewl pathetically; it’s hard to feel shame or dignity in your boyfriend’s presence, and frankly, you don’t wish to. “I’m so close, I–fuck–”

He takes your clit into his mouth as you’re talking and sucks, rendering you a gasping mess; your body twitches, and the hand not interlocked with yours presses to your stomach, pinning you to the mattress. Cody’s firm, his force as relentless here as it is on a battlefield, and you know he won’t let you slip past his hold until he has you gushing over his tongue.

You reach that peak fast. In your haze you buck against him, ass lifting off the soaked mattress to press your pussy onto his face. Whispers of your name leave you, choked and pushed from your chest as he gets his fill, and once you’re fully satiated, he lifts and moves your hand to run against his face, against all your juices.

“I’m gonna marry you just for doing that,” You sigh out, a dopey smile etched onto your please-ridden face.

Cody smiles, pressing a firm kiss to your palm, leaving a coat of wetness in its trail.

“Oh, it would be my honor, cyar’ika.”

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Hi! I'm a Cody simp and I would love to see you write how Cody reacts to me graduating med school and reaching my lifelong dream

Of course! Congratulations on graduating medical school! I think every single clone would be so proud of you ❤️❤️❤️ It's hard work doing what you did and you pushed through and made it out on the other side. That's amazing! 🥰

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Shining Star

Cody thinks the world of you. His cyare has finally achieved their dreams!

Warnings: None. Just some fluffity fluff.

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You waited nervously behind the stage, fiddling with your robes and the tassel to your cap.

“Relax!” Your friend nudged you as she whispered. “He’ll be here!”

"I know..." You whispered back. "But...but what if he sees me and..."

"Stop." Your friend cut you off. "He's gonna see you and he's gonna be so kriffing proud. I know he is!"

You opened your mouth to respond but the line was moving. It was time to go.

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Your name was called and you walked across the stage. Hardly listening to anything the announcer was saying, you focused on finding a certain Marshall Commander in the crowd. There he was, standing towards the back of the room. The anxiety that had been slowly creeping into your chest melted away, replaced by a euphoric sense of pride as the professor handed you your diploma. You beamed, locking eyes with the Commander. His face was strong and stoic but you could see the pride shimmering behind his serious demeanor as the lights from the stage lit up his eyes.

My cyare.

He stood tall in the crowd, stiffly at attention, giving you the respect you so deserved in the only way he knew how.

As you stood proudly, reciting your oaths beside your classmates, you kept your eyes on the Marshal Commander. His eyes hadn’t left yours for the entire ceremony and he wasn’t about to look away now - not at what was the happiest moment of your life so far.

The rest of the ceremony went by quickly.

You exited the stage, nearly skipping with an energized excitement, towards the back of the room where you'd seen him - but he wasn't there. The euphoric sense of excitement in your chest slowly ebbed.

Where had he gone? Did he really just leave without saying anything to you?

Your heart sank slightly. You'd known he was a busy man but at least he could've said goodbye - or at least commed you to tell you he couldn't stay. Tears of disappointment began to well behind your eyes as you walked back up to the front to grab your belongings. You didn't feel like celebrating. You knew the pride would return soon enough; you deserved this with or without Marshall Commander Cody there beside you. But right now you just wanted to go home.

Suddenly a hand wrapped itself around your wrist, yanking you into the waiting area behind the stage.

"Hey! I...." your shout of warning was cut off as a pair of warm lips met yours. Cody. He hadn't left after all.

Strong arms wrapped around you tightly, lifting you off your feet, spinning you around as he broke off the kiss.

Gone was that professional stiffness of a solider. A soft smile stretched across his lips as he gazed into your eyes. He set you gently back down onto your feet but didn't remove his hands from your waist.

"I'm so proud of you, cyar'ika." He said warmly in his deep, sensual voice. His eyes sparkled, caught in the lights from the dimly lit room. He placed a kiss to your forehead and brushed a stray hair from your face, tucking it safely back behind your ear.

"I told you that you could do it. I told you, you'd make it through and here we are."

The pride at your accomplishments swelled once again as you stood quickly onto your tip toes, throwing your arms around his neck.

"I did it!" You whispered gleefully, giggling with that rush of euphoria. "I did it!"

His lips met yours again and you closed your eyes, savoring every second of this momentous occasion.

"You did it cyar'ika!" He whispered back. "I love you so much! I'm so kriffing proud."

You pulled back slightly, looking up into his eyes. "You know," you began, smiling, the feeling of euphoric pride still swelling inside. "I wasn't sure I'd make it this far."

"But you did!" Cody replied. "You did and you should be proud of yourself."

You nodded, "This is the proudest I've ever been. This is who I've wanted to be my whole life."

Cody's smile was dizzying as he looked down into your eyes, chest filled with pride. "When I met you, the first thing I noticed about you was your passion. You were so driven in everything you did. You love people. You want to heal and help. You want to see them thrive."

He placed another kiss to your forehead. "The world needs someone like you, cyar'ika. You're going to save so many lives."

I know nothing about medical school or graduating from medical school, so I hope that sounded okay! Congratulations again!

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Cody Day got me thinking about how he might hug

Could just be me, a touch-starved person who doesn't really like to be touched all that much, but I feel like he'd give out some of the best hugs.

Personally, I feel like Cody isn't much of a hugger either but isn't opposed to one every so often. And when he does hug, it's like being wrapped in a warm blanket on a cold night.

There's absolutely no way this man would let you go without knowing that you feel better.

I think that it'd be a tight enough hug to put you back together and long enough for him to know that you'll stay together, even if it's only for a little while.

Any thoughts?

[corrieguards]

Cody x reader Summary: Cody's in a sour mood, injured both in pride and flesh. So when a cute medic comes to check up on him, they are faced with one grumpy Cody. Word Count: 1,9k T/W: none, just Cody being a little shit

Pt.1 Pt.2 Pt.3

Today had not been a good day for Cody.

His first misfortune of the day happened when General Kenobi was transferred over to reinforce another battalion, right in the middle of his own raging battle. Not only that but he also took both his medics along with him, leaving Cody as the sole commander of 600 men, some of them seriously injured.

To make matters worse, when he sent a request for backup, the Council replied by dispatching the only other available battalion. And when the gun ships arrived, a relieved Cody rushing to meet them as they landed, who did he see stroll out of them?

Anakin fucking Skywalker. 

Hopes crushed, he reluctantly began to brief the general on the current situation and offer up some of his own opinions on counter attacks only for Anakin to dismiss them. Plans he has spent all kriffing night making replaced with another one of Skywalkers idiotic ideas that was probably going to get them killed.

Then, to add salt to the wound, half way through the battle he got caught in the crossfire of a thermal detonator that some shiny had accidentally thrown too close to him. Not only did he get thrown across the room, but a piece of shrapnel hit him in just the right spot between his armour platings, getting firmly and painfully lodged into his side.

So here he now sat, safely in hyperspace on the way back to the capital. His dignity wounded not only by the fact that Anakins' stupid plan had actually worked, but also because he, Marshal Commander Cody, had got wounded in battle. And not by a clanker or a seppie, no. By a fucking shiny.

All he wanted to do now was take a weeks long nap, but instead he was stuck in the med-bay of the Resolute waiting impatiently for a medic to show up. But apparently even the medics of the 501st were horribly unorganized.

Scowling at the time display on his wrist comm, he scoffed, already itching to get up and leave. Maker, how much longer was this going to take?

He didn’t even need to be here for kriff sake, he was fine. He still had piles of reports to sign off and injured men to check up on. But Rex had made him promise that he would at least let one of his medics take a look at him and Cody was nothing if not a man of his word.

Sensing a movement out the corner of his eye he turned lazily towards the door a bored look on his face.

“Hi, I’m here to be your medic” you smiled as you made your way over to your patient.

“Fucking finally” he muttered under his breath. Your head shot up from your datapad, raising an eyebrow at the trooper in front of you. What was his problem?

Brushing the comment off you plastered on another smile, admittedly less genuine that the first one.

“Ok then, let’s get started shall we?”, you introduced yourself to him, telling him your name and finishing it off by offering him a handshake.

He glanced down at your outstretched hand then back up at you face, eyebrows raising before slowly accepting your offer. His hand engulfed your own as he gave it a small shake, pulling back almost as soon as your hands had touched.

A couple beats of silence passed as you looked at him expectantly. His frown deepened “We gonna get this over with or what?

Your eyes widened, taken aback by his bluntness. Seriously, what was this guy's problem?

“I was waiting for your name...” you said, but this only made him look even more confused.

“Y’know, I tell you my name, you tell me yours…” you explained hesitantly “at least that’s how introductions usually work.”

“I know how they work” he scoffed “I just assumed you already knew who I was. Most people do.”

“Oh. Well I’m kinda new around here. I haven’t even really worked with other battalions outside of the 501st yet”

“Clearly.” he grumbled “The name’s Cody. Marshal Commander Cody.”

Ok so he was definitely wayy to full of himself.

You flashed him an awkward smile “Ok then Cody, how about you lay down for me and we can get started?”

Turning, you started rummaging through ypu med pack when he scoffed, making you look up abruptly only to find him still sitting on the edge of the bed with a bored look on his face.

"How long is this going to take?" he asked harshly.

"Well, that really depends on how bad your injuries are commander, I-"

"Great" he cut you off "then I believe we're finished here” He jumped of the bed, wincing slightly and clutching his side but quickly recovering and playing it off

You caught the movement and opened your mouth, beginning to protest “But commander, you're obviously injured-“

“I’m perfectly fine” he said, pointedly cutting you off yet again “Now if you’d just sign me off I’ll be on my way.”

He held his hand out expectantly, already looking down at his comm as he waited for you to hand him the med report card.

This guy was getting on your last kriffing nerve.

When you didn’t react he slowly looked up at your face “I said-“

“I know what you said” this time you cut him off. He raised an eyebrow at you before straightening up to his whole height and taking a step closer to you.

“Good, then how about you follow orders and hand me that report card, medic”

Oh so this is how this was gonna go. Ok then, two can play that game Cody.

Matching him you took a step closer, now almost chest to chest “I don’t care if you’re Marshal Commander or the fucking Chancellor, when it comes to medical care I outrank you”

He looked taken aback by your outburst but maintained his firm gaze nonetheless. Refusing to back down you glared straight back up at him. Eventually he scoffed “Fine, but make it quick.”

“It will take as long as it needs to take Commander," you replied snarkily “Now please if you would be so kind as to lay down.”

He let out a small huff of disbelief, but settled back down onto the bed anyway. You had balls he’d give you that.

“Not many people talk to me like that y’know” he said as he watched you set up your supplies.

“Yeah? Well maybe they should” you scoffed, making him narrow his eyes at you.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You seem like you could be taken down a couple notches is all." You shrugged, gentle hand begining to detach the armour plating covering his chest and stomach. Then as an after thought you added “No offense.”

“How the hell is that not offensive?”

You smirked, an odd satisfaction at getting under his skin.

He sucked in a sharp breath as you carefully peeled up his blacks, your own breath hitching as it revealed the wound hidden underneath.

“And you said you were fine?”

“I am fine” he replied through his teeth. “Minor wounds are an occupational hazard. I’ll live.”

“Cody. This isn’t a ‘minor injury’. This is an open wound that, if not treated correctly will get worse”

“S’nothing I haven’t dealt with before”

“I don’t care if you’ve dealt with it before, right now it’s my job to take care of you and you’ve got to let me do it”

He shot you an annoyed look but settled down nonetheless “Fine”

You nodded satisfied and walked over to the sink, Cody’s eyes following your every move as you picked up a cloth, letting it soak completly under the tap before carefully wringing it out.

Turning around, you jumped slightly upon seeing the commanders gaze watching you intently. You cleared your throat, walking back over to him and taking a seat on the stool next to the bed. Gently, you pressed the cloth to his skin but quickly pulled it back when he hissed. 

“Sorry” you mumbled “Is it too hot? Too cold?”

“No, no it’s fine, just stings a little”

Nodding you carried on rubbing of the dried blood and dirt spread around his wound, making a conscious effort to be as soft as you could. Once you were satisfied you lent in, taking a closer look at the now clean wound. You hummed and began rummaging in your med pack as he watched you closely.

“What? What is it?” he asked almost as if he was... nervous? No, it couldn’t be.

“It’s just gonna need a couple stitches that’s all, nothing to worry about”

He swallowed as you carefully threaded your needle and lined it up near the start of his cut. Taking one last glance up at him to make sure he was ok you found him clenching his fists tightly by his side, eyes firmly shut and chest rising and falling quickly. 

Who knew he would be so nervous about a tiny needle. You shook your head smiling softly at his nervousness before slowly pushing the needle in. Immediately he flinched, sucking in a breath and clenching his jaw. 

You stilled, glancing up at him again “Hold still for me please.”

“I’m trying” he muttered angrily, “but you’re fucking stabbing me”

You chuckled, focusing back on your work “On come on now, I thought you were ‘big tough Marshal Commander Cody’. People won’t find you nearly as intimidating when they find out you can’t handle a little needle and threat”

“I can handle it.” he growled. 

“Sure doesn’t seem like it” you smirked finishing up the last stitch and tying a careful knot. “But no need to worry Cody, I wouldn’t dare tarnish your reputation like that”.

Taking out a bacta patch you ripped the wrapping off.

“It can be our little secret” you teased, sending him a wink. He rolled his eyes at you, only making you smirk wider when you saw him trying to hide a smile. Huh, maybe he wasn’t so bad after all.

You lined the bacta patch up, before giving him a warning “This is gonna sting a little”

He grunted, squeezing his eyes shut as you pushed it down, looking up at him apologetically and muttering a quiet “Sorry”

Finally you straightened up, dusting off your hands “Okay the Cody, you’re as good as new” 

He groaned as he sat up, watching you fill out the report card before finally signing it off and handing it to him. He took it from you muttering out a quiet “Thanks”

Smirking, you put a hand behind your ear teasingly  “Sorry? I didn’t quite catch that”

He rolled his eyes at you, ghost of a smile gracing his lips “I said” he enunciated each word carefully “Thank you”

“My pleasure Marshal Commander” you grinned, giving him an exaggerated bow. He let out a small huff that sounded suspiciously like a laugh before re-attaching his armour and heading towards the exit.

“Oh and Commander” you shouted when he was half way out the door. He hummed, turning to look at you.

“I’ll see you around Cody” you winked playfully. He shook his head, rolling his eyes but not trying to hide the smile rising on his face.

“Sure, I'll see you around” he replied, winking back before slipping out the door.

You stood, staring dumbly at the empty space where he’d just been standing, feeling a blush slowly creep up to your cheeks.

Did- did he just wink at you?

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Pt.2 here

A/N: I can't shake the feeling that I didn't get Cody quite right in this? Idk something just feels off. So please feel free to send me some constructive criticism. Key word being constructive. I will most definitely cry if you are mean to me lmao

Anywho, hope y'all enjoyed it anyways ❤️ :D

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[rexxdjarin]

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dom!Cody x Reader x Rex thotty little one shot

18+ RATED E MINORS DNI GET TF AWAY YALL SHOULDNT BE READING THIS

basically I just thought rex would wanna share you and this got obscenely out of hand...even for me LOL. also I did not proof read let me know if you see any psychotic ramblings I need to fix

warnings: cucking ur captain bf hardcore, this is very much so light bdsm/dom!cody running the show type shit so if you’re not into that gtfo, exhibitionism ig, spanking, absolutely excessive teasing, punishment & dirty talk, begging, cunnilingus, orgasm denial, p in v, implied loving bonded relationship, consent discussed and agreed upon, threeway if you sorta squint? no cl*necest

The briefing room is stuffy. Air stale and tension prickling through every last person sitting through this long meeting. Being an expert military strategist in an army filled with perfectly crafted, brilliant clones was both a fascinating experience and a beautiful distraction.

And you’d know that better than anyone. Your boyfriend was one of the two commanding officers standing beside the Jedi running the briefing. Captain Rex was bold, confident, cunning and agile, the maverick leader of an entire battalion. Yet you were lucky enough to see the sides of him the rest of the galaxy did not. He was understanding, empathetic, encouraging, supportive and so brave in his commitment to both his kindness and his affection for you.

You could see the warm twinkle in his eyes even now, as he scanned the room every so often to sneakily make eye contact with you, his girl. Everyone knew. His entire company, other battalions, hells- even his General had his suspicions. With you he was happy, willing to do anything beside, with and for you. There was nothing he would not do to give you the same happiness.

The whole briefing you couldn’t help but notice another set of those simmering brown eyes gazing at you longingly from the front of the room. You weren’t surprised if it was Rex staring at you flirtatiously, you’d even come to expect it. But the man staring at you with Rex’s same look of carnal need was the biggest surprise of all.

Commander Cody. Marshall Commander Cody to be exact.

Rex’s closest brother in the whole galaxy and his commanding officer was practically tearing your clothes off of you with only his eyes. You couldn’t mistake that look. You knew it too well on that face already.

The ding that marked the close of an hours long briefing couldn’t have come soon enough. The exhaustion looming over the room lifted as the group of mostly clones finally got to take their leave and stretch their legs around the barracks they hadn’t seen in months.

You packed away your datapad and the rest of your belongings, making your way to your boyfriend finishing his conversation at the far side of the room. Before you could approach, Cody motioned to have you join him. You didn’t know him all that well, meaning you weren’t as close with him as you were Torrent Company and most of what you knew of him came from stories Rex told you during your nightly pillowtalk.

“Hi, Commander. Long briefing.” You greeted, rubbing the tightness from your shoulder with one hand and craning your neck to the side to stretch. You watched his eyes dart along the long line of open skin now exposed from your collarbone to your neck and knew that what you saw earlier was all but confirmed. Commander Cody wanted you. You smiled up at him, trying to subtly hint that you knew he’d been staring without having to actually acknowledge it. “Can I help you with something?”

“You always so formal?” He began, leaning back on his elbows against the table he’d been seated at and smirking.

“I mean…in a setting like this I should be, right?” You replied, staring at a few of his stray curls just beginning to fall out of place probably from the pure stress of this meeting. He was fucking handsome. They all were, obviously. But Cody had a commanding confidence that was as intoxicating as it was intimidating. He had a presence and he knew it. It radiated off him in a way it didn’t in Rex. He had a way of looking stoic and strong but also assuring and kind. Similar qualities to Rex but with a completely different energy all his own.

A big toothy grin spread across the stern focused expression he’d been wearing for the last hour or so. “I suppose. Though, from what I hear…you aren’t always that way.” He stood up, stepping closer and trying to gauge your reaction. He had been flirting with you. You weren’t just seeing things this entire time.

You straightened up, tossing your hair behind your shoulders and shrugging. “I wonder who you could have possibly heard that from.” You motioned toward Rex, finally making his way over to the two of you. “I’m only as formal as he asks me to be. I like to do as I’m told…sometimes.” You smirk.

Cody’s demeanor faltered slightly, letting out a weighted exhale of pent up frustration. He folded his arms in front of his broad chest, the faintest rumble of a moan leaving him. “Hmmm don’t tempt me. I may want to test out how well you follow orders, mesh’la.” His gaze raked over your frame suggestively, quirking an eyebrow up as he appreciated what he’d been distracting himself with closer up this time.

Before you could respond, Rex’s arm snaked around your side. He kissed your cheek, greeting you with a warm embrace right in front of the man that had been lusting after you so openly a few seconds ago. “How’d I look up there, my mesh’la?” Rex asked happily, looking between you and Cody.

You nuzzled into the comfort of his hug and sighed happily. “Excellent work as always. Not bad to look at for a few hours either.”

“I could say the same for you. Kept me from blanking and losing my thoughts up there.” He kissed the top of your head and nodded at his brother. “Think it kept us both occupied.” Rex commented with a darker chuckle, his hand lowering to your waist. You could feel the tension between the two men thickening again, the effect their gaze had on your body enough to make your skin erupt in goosebumps.

“Was just going to ask her about the arrangement we’d been discussing, vod’ika. Good timing.” Cody muttered, stepping closer to you than you would ordinarily allow any man who wasn’t your boyfriend. Your breath hitched in your throat as his alluring presence pulled you in like a magnet. Rex hummed softly, brushing your hair out of the way to dot kisses up your neck.

“Oh good…” He muttered, the breath on your neck sending chills down your spine while Cody’s eyes roved over you hungrily. “You see…I was bragging about you, my very…very pretty girl…” You could feel his smirk against your skin, Cody watching you react to his touch. “You know I love to do that.”

“Oh yeah? All good things I hope.” You remarked, letting your body fall into Rex’s grasp and submitting to whatever this moment was about to turn into.

“Of course. Always such a good girl for me, aren't you?” He whispered in your ear, nipping at the lobe and making you gulp as you nodded in response. The knot of arousal was starting to wind tighter in your belly and it was like both men could sense the effect it had on you. “Thing is…I’ve bragged so much that Cody’s a little curious now, mesh’la.”

You let a wry smile spread across your face, locking eyes with Cody while Rex’s hands traveled up your waist to cup your breast provocatively. “Didn’t know you saw me like that, Cody.”

“Hmm…I think you do. And if we’re going to do anything, best to learn to be honest with me. I’m not as forgiving as my brother, little one.” He licked his lips, tipping your chin up with his knuckle to get a better look at you. His normally stern face was more pleading than you remember it looking earlier and it made you giddy to think that these two incredibly handsome, perfect men were all hot and bothered over you. It was flattering to say the very least.

“Is that so, Sir? Now I’m intrigued…” You flirted, reaching a hand up to rest on his forearm. “What did you both have in mind?”

“See? She learns pretty quickly, vod. Can teach her to do whatever you’d like. She’s so good. Always is.” Rex pulled back, brushing your cheekbone with his thumb and smiling proudly. He wanted this too.

“Well I want to see how good you feel…how much you can take. And your boyfriend’s kinda got a thing about watching you. Does that sound good to you? Think you can handle us both?” Cody asked, his hands traveling dangerously close to the zipper on the front of your uniform. 

“Oh I know I can.” You replied devilishly, looking between the two of them standing somewhat dumbfounded in surprise before you. The sheer shock that this profane little fantasy of theirs was actually about to come true made both of these confident men at least slightly nervous. “Though I doubt it would be a good idea to do it here, boys.” You giggled, motioning to the obvious cameras with sightlines all around this briefing room.

Cody smiled, “Perks of being Marshall Commander. Private quarters.” He pointed toward the door and nodded you forward, “After you then, darling.” You turned on your heels, slinking through the blast doors and down the hallway toward Cody’s room, accentuating your hips far more than you had to.

“Keep it up, mesh’la.” Rex warned, half kidding as he and Cody strode a few feet behind you. You shot him a teasing glance over your shoulder as you turned the corner to wait in front of Cody’s door. You knew exactly what a little flirting like that did to Rex, you were dying to know how it would affect Cody.

They caught up to you, both Cody and Rex caging you into the doorframe while he punched in the code to get you inside. Normally, you and Rex would be consumed by each other already, barrelling through the barracks door to the little corner of the room set aside for Rex. Not this time. Cody was seemingly in charge, Rex taking a back seat to let his brother fully experience what being with you was like. That included all the lead up too, apparently.

The doors opened and you all nearly fell over each other to get inside and seal it shut behind you. In seconds, Cody was on you, hands needy and grabby as he felt every last curve of your body. He didn’t kiss you, yet, just felt you up, pressing your bodies together and letting you feel the effect you were having on him against your thigh. 

“Do you know how hard it is to run an entire fucking meeting while thinking only about tearing the clothes off you? I don't know how you can even think straight with her around…” His hands kneaded your ass roughly, earning a tiny gasp from you.

“I can’t. But knowing I can do something about it after helps.” Rex joked, removing pieces of his armor to sit on Cody’s desk chair in the corner of the room. “I get to have her as much as I want, remember?”

“He’s greedy.” Cody muttered, nipping at your collar bone as he dragged the top of your uniform down your shoulders. “He shouldn’t get to keep someone so pretty all to himself.”

You shuddered as he undid the zipper on your chest and tossed your top to the ground beneath you. “I figured you’d respect my loyalty, Cody.”

“Commander.” He corrected, “from now on you address me as Commander or Sir. Unless I say otherwise, understood?” He pulled back, hands smoothing up and down your sides as he took in the sight of you half naked before him. 

“Yes, Sir. Whatever you ask, as long as Rex is ok with it.” You replied, trying your best to obey both of their wishes. You glanced over at Rex who had made himself comfortable in the corner of the room and he smiled encouragingly.

“Go on, mesh’la. Make me so proud. Show off like I know you can.” He smirked, his legs spread wide and his body resting on his elbows as he watched you get undressed.

Your gaze flicked back to Cody looming over you, dark lust seeping into the warm golden brown of his pretty eyes. You took in the familiar face in front of you: his strong jaw and pronounced nose, heavy expressive brow that framed his every emotion, full lips and stubble just starting to grow back. It was a face you knew, but how he wore it was all his own.

Without another moment’s hesitation, you placed your palm on his cheek and brought him in for a languid, heated kiss. His tongue collided with yours and the intensity of his kisses consumed your every thought. You worked to unclip the armor from his shoulders, the plastoid falling off one after another. Your hands slid down the expanse of his astoundingly strong torso and under the black body glove to get at the simmering skin underneath. 

He sighed happily as you smoothed over every flexing muscle, guiding the fabric off him. He broke the kiss with an amused chuckle to remove the top and drop it among the mess of armor at your feet. “Like what you see?” He asked, as your trail of kisses traveled down his jaw and into the hollow of his neck.

“Mhm. And it’s only fair. You get to see me, I get to see you.” You giggled, your tongue softly tracing down his collar bone. Your hands massaged down his sides, his grip on your backside pressing your breasts into his chest deliciously.

“Think I’m ready for a little more of you, cyar’ika.” Suddenly, you were swept off your feet, Cody scooping up your entire body in his arms and pressing you into another heated kiss. He kicked off his boots and made his way to his cot, laying you down on top of it. He hovered above you, taking his time caressing the dips in your waist as he slipped your bottoms down your legs. You kicked them off you, your body trembling with excitement.

Your head felt dizzy, Cody’s pure attentiveness to every detail of your body was making your brain fog and the tension in your belly grow. You could see just by the look in his eyes where this was going. He kissed down your chest, his tongue laving over each nipple with careful consideration, making your back arch off the cot. You moaned softly, your legs parting to allow his body to slot in between. “...is this…hmmm…what you were imagining, Commander?”

He looked up from the trail of kisses he was leaving down your lower belly and huffed out an adrenaline filled exhale, “better. So much better, darlin.” He rolled his hips, brushing against where your center was aching to be touched. “Wanna get you nice and ready for me..” His hands traveled down your hip bones to rest on your thighs, kneading the plush between his hands and kissing the sensitive skin just to watch you squirm. “She’s so obedient, vod’ika. Listens so well.”

Rex’s raspy chuckle echoed from the corner of the room you could no longer see, but you could tell the arousal was creeping in on him too. “She doesn’t always. Figured you’d like that about her.”

Cody glanced up at you from between your thighs, raising a brow in intrigue like he wanted to challenge you to misbehave a little. The fire in your belly convinced you to get a little bolder and you reached down to tug on his hair gently. His eyes rolled back in his head, enjoying the contact and groaning quietly. “I can see that. Eager little thing…”

He ghosted his touch over your clit, his broad fingertips tracing slow circles made you gasp loudly. “If you want more…ask politely. I can wait all day for you to behave.” He blew warmth over the wet node, making you buck your hips toward him to chase after it.

“Please, Commander. Taste me, please.” You whimpered, your thighs shaking with anticipation because he was so close to relieving the pressure building in your belly. You glanced pitifully over at Rex, hoping he’d feel bad enough to encourage him to help you. Instead, he bit down on his lower lip, his eyelids hooding over the arousal in his dark eyes while he palmed himself over his bottoms. He winked deviously, signaling to you that he was enjoying watching you squirm too much to jump in and help any right now.

“That’s a good girl.” Cody cooed, dipping down to flick the bud with his tongue. “The more you obey, the better you’ll feel, got it?” He offered, lazily beginning to lap up the wetness soaking your folds. “I can’t promise I’ll be gentle…can’t help myself with a pussy this sweet.” He flattened his tongue and licked a long stripe through your parted lips. You moaned loudly, digging your fingers in his curls and starting to pant to keep up with the tension wracking your body. “But you can tell me if it gets to be too much. Tap me anywhere three times or say the word jogan and we’ll stop, ok pretty girl? Let me hear your pretty voice say ok...”

Your chest felt like it was going to explode, the overwhelming pleasure he was already coaxing making it impossible to speak. You inhaled deeply, barely squeaking out a whimper of an ok as he kept a steady pace between your folds. 

“Little louder, cyar’ika. Can’t hear you..” He chuckled, wrapping his lips around your bud and sucking as his fingers held you open for him.

“Ok, Commander. Just…please…faster.” You begged, pressure in your belly pulsed harder as he slipped a digit inside you. You tipped your head back into his pillow and cried, his wide digit forcing your pounding walls to accept his intrusion. He slipped in a second digit, grunting in satisfaction as he twisted his wrist to finger you deeper. The combination of his mouth around your sensitive bud and his fingers fucking you open was euphoric, the pleasure coursing through every nerve in your body and growing stronger with his every move.

“So fucking tight. You need me to fill you, don’t you? You’re fucking aching for it.” Cody drawled, his jaw dropping as he relished in the feeling of you taking him, imagining how good it would feel around the part of him that really needed it.

“Mhm…yes, sir. I need it. I need to come, please.” You whined, too wrapped up in the pleasure to outlast much more of his teasing. You could hear Rex swearing softly under his breath, the sounds leaving you making him all the more eager. “Fuck…Commander, please.” You begged, your breathing ragged as he curled his fingers inside you to hit your spot harshly.

“Mouthy little one…” He swore as your entrance spasmed around his fingers, your body starting to topple over the peak and into your first climax. “You can come when I tell you to.” He laughed cruelly, pulling his fingers out to taste your slick coating them. “She’s so fucking sweet. How do you ever fucking control yourself?” He asked Rex, who sighed deeply.

“I don’t have to.” Rex replied coolly, grunting as he watched you whine for more contact from Cody. The dizzying high you were feeling had started to recede, making you groan in frustration which both men ignored. “Stars- she looks so pretty like this. All hot and bothered.”

“I know she wants to come. I can feel it. Isn’t that right? Tell us what you need. Be a good girl and beg.” Cody teased, running his fingers over your clit faster this time, licking through your folds and waiting for your release.

“Commander…please let me come. Please..” You whined, bucking your hips and gripping the sheets beneath you as he kept playing with you faster. You felt both men’s eyes watching your body react to Cody’s intensifying touch. Every part of your body felt jolts of electricity coursing pleasure through it. Heat simmered in your core and swelled outward as Cody stoked the flames of arousal. You closed your eyes and let go, resigning to your body’s reaction to Cody’s touch.

“Come for me. Show your boyfriend how fucking pretty you are when you come for me.” Cody muttered, his fingers entering you again to curl up against your spot over and over. You moaned loudly, the heat in your belly overwhelming you and your high crashing into you. The melodic sound of your climax had Rex gasping for breath as he finally wrapped his hand around his cock.

Your pleasure felt like stardust dissolving into your bloodstream, sending numbing bliss cascading through your body. You panted as your muscles contracted and finally relaxed back into Cody’s grasp, his hands caressing your thighs to keep you grounded. “Fuck.” You sighed, dragging your fingertips through Cody’s hair again and watching him smirk in smug satisfaction. “How’d you figure me out so quick?”

Cody laughed and ran his fingers through your slick to collect it. “Because I know what I’m doing, darling.” He propped himself up on his knees and lifted you off the cot with one hand, bringing the other spend covered one to your lips. “Think this proves it.”

You leaned forward to take his fingers into your mouth, slipping your tongue around each digit to carefully clean the sticky taste off of him. His eyes darkened even more, his excitement at your compliance making a filthy groan rumble through his broad chest. You could feel Rex’s gaze burning into you from across the room, but all you could focus on was Cody demanding your attention in front of you.

He hissed softly, his arm tucking you in tighter to him and his hips bucking his length slowly between your cheeks. “Good girl. Lick ‘em clean for me. That’s it.” He encouraged, using all his strength to hold your body weight in one hand. He watched you take him, studying the way your mouth enveloped him. “She’s so fucking good. Look at her…filthy girl”

Rex chuffed proudly, knowing full well what your mouth around him felt like. The sight of you a painful reminder of just how much better you felt than his fist. “Mesh’la, you want to take more. I know you do.”

Cody pulled his fingers from your mouth and shifted to hold your jaw gently in his grasp. “Is that true? Can you be a good girl and tell me what you want?” He instructed, slowing his hips rutting against your bottom to torture you further. He wanted to make the tension simmer, to draw it out for even longer and make you keen for the pull of his cock inside you.

You stared up at him, the overwhelming need in your center starting to border on painful. You looped your arms around his shoulders and pulled yourself closer, clinging to the width of his body. “I…I want you…to fuck me.” You moaned in his ear, kissing down the side of his neck urgently and feeling his arms curl around your back almost protectively.

Cody hummed lowly, like he was planning some kind of wicked compromise right before giving you what you wanted. “Louder, cyar’ika. Let Rex hear what you want me to do to you.” He muttered in your ear, kissing the space behind it agonizingly slowly. 

You whimpered pitifully at the thought of teasing your boyfriend by calling out another man’s name. Both of them lusting after you in some way made your body burn with arousal so hot you could barely remember your own name. Cody’s obscene words in your ear driving you to tease Rex almost into madness. He had ultimate control of everyone in the room and it set every nerve in your body on end.

From across the room, Rex stared at you, already blissed out once and completely overwhelmed by so much attention at the same time. He was a tortured, aroused mess, his clothes and armor scattered all over the floor around him. His bare chest was heaving as he worked at himself, slow and focused while you were taken apart bit by bit right in front of him. With nothing to do but yearn for you around him, he ached and thickened in his own hands, more full and angry than you could ever remember. And the look in his eyes said that no matter what Cody was going to put you through first, Rex was going to have the last of you, take the final turn and finish you the way he knew best.

You tipped your head back and rolled your hips against Cody’s cock between your thighs. “I need your cock, Commander. Fuck me.” You asked, lust dripping off your tongue with every syllable you spoke. Cody moaned quietly, a sinful sound escaping his composed frame. 

“Stars- she’s so fucking hot.” He swore, lifting you off of him and laying you down on his cot again, spinning you around on your belly with a few quick turns of his hand. His grip massaged down your sides and held you down by your waist as he thrusted up against your ass roughly. “I want to watch this tight little thing take me. Oh mesh’la, I’m going to fuck you so hard.” He panted, swatting your right cheek with a well placed slap. 

You raised your bottom higher, your face buried in the pillows as if to offer him the chance to strike you again if he wanted to. And oh you wanted him to. The heat of contact on your skin made you shudder with anticipation, the heat in your center starting to drip down your thighs all over again. “Again, sir. Please.” You whimpered softly, backing into him eagerly. 

“You’ve been holding out on me, cyar’ika. You can take a little more hmm? You want me to be rougher?” Cody asked, instructing you to confirm one more time just to be polite. You nodded quickly, reaching your hands back to search for his hold on you. “Use your words, sweet girl. You want me to spank you harder?”

“Yes, sir. Harder.” You whined, the heat in your belly a liquid so molten you were sure you’d melt if you got any hotter. Without another sound, he spanked the other side with slightly more force, the tingling sensation spreading down your thighs and up the small of your back. You cried out, your immediate reaction to the pain ending in a smiling giggle as you felt the endorphins rush to absorb the pleasure it brought you.

He dipped down, placing open mouthed, hot tongue kisses laving up your spine. “Yeah, you fucking like that? I know you do. Your mesh’la’s so strong, vod. Fearless, sexy, demanding, needy little thing. He’s so lucky. We’re gonna show him how lucky he is, aren’t we pretty girl?” He twisted his fingers in your hair and tugged up gently, lifting you to your knees to look directly at Rex.

Your entire front exposed, a sheen of sweat coating every curve of your body, Rex groaned audibly, his eyes wide and concentrated scowl broken as he watched you caving to Cody’s every demand. “Mhm.” You managed to squeal happily as Cody bent you over in front of him. He spread your legs wide and pressed your head into the blankets at the end of his mattress. You arched your back, opening yourself up for him and exhaling slowly as you waited anxiously for him to enter you like you wanted.

With one hand holding your face into position on the cot and the other keeping your entrance steady in front of him, Cody let out a string of curses as he exhaled. Clearly more aroused and falling apart than he was letting on earlier. He lined himself up with your entrance, deliberately circling the hole with his tip and making you flutter around him impatiently. 

He pushed in, shallow rolls of his hips to fuck into you with just the head of his cock. Your eyes rolled back in your head, waiting with bated breath and tense anticipation for him to stretch you around him more. Cody dove just deep enough to make you feel him, but not filling you up enough to cut the mounting pressure inside you.

You cried out for him, desperately trying to get him to move just a few inches to push you open. “Co-Commander…Cody…please. I want- want you. Inside me.” You panted.

His grip on the plush of your hips tightened, his breath fanning over your back as he exerted more energy than before. You could hear the tension rising in him now, his groans increasing in volume and his resolve to torture you so delightfully finally starting to break. “Oh you want it? You want it all? Want me to bury it in you? Wanna own my cock, mesh’la? Then beg…beg for it, pretty girl.”

You bit back sobs of frustration as he slipped himself inside so slowly it ached to be so close yet not feel any relief. “I want your cock, Sir. I want it so bad. All of it. Deep as you can…Cody please.” You cried, tears streaming down your cheeks as he guided his fingers over your clit to lessen the sting of overstimulation setting in. 

“Fuuuck. Listen to her, vod…exactly how I want her. Desperate for my cock. Sounds so perfect when she begs. Gonna let her fucking take it. Watch her fucking cry when she comes for me.” Cody rasped, his voice deep and booming as desire finally overtook him. He backed out gradually before ramming himself back inside so fully and completely it tore the breath from your lungs.

You scrambled for something to hold onto and found purchase in the blankets Cody had strategically placed to support you. When you finally found air to fill your lungs again, your exhale came out as a scream. Each full thrust split you apart and pressed into every aching spot inside your pounding walls. The drag of him entering and leaving the velvet of your insides had him panting and moaning in ecstasy, compliments and curses blending in your ears.

Every sense was totally overwhelmed and consumed by Cody’s presence. You could do nothing else but take each thrust and absorb every wickedly intense pulse of his cock against your insides. You could feel yourself collapsing around him, the tension winding tighter and heavier. Shockwaves splinter through every empty space inside you, pleasure beginning to filter in to break the tremendous burn of torture he was determined to put you through.

You could feel any resistance left inside you break as his groans and whimpers of pleasure got louder and louder. Happy tears of bliss leaked down your cheeks, soaking the blankets beneath you and mimicking the squelching sound of his cock fucking you impossibly deep. Your walls spasmed erratically as he drilled into you just a few times more. Your high pitched moans made Cody all but collapse on top of you, drawing his hips back to send you rocketing into your orgasm at lightspeed. 

Cody pulled you both up on your knees again, wrapping his arm around your waist as you writhed against the strength of his body behind you. “Look at him when you cum.” He panted, gripping your chin to turn you toward Rex, his frame barely visible past the haze of pleasure blurring your vision. “Let him see you, cyar’ika.” Cody muttered in your ear, kissing the side of your neck gingerly to bring you down from your high.

Your eyelids fluttered open to gaze at Rex as you began the descent down from your high. Rex was a disheveled mess, his lip swollen from biting down on it to keep quiet. His fist and lower torso were coated in ribbons of his own release, the sight of you finishing too much for him to resist giving into himself.

“Rex…baby....” You whimpered, wanting nothing more than to clean him up and collapse into the comfort of his arms. He seemed exhausted, but happy. And you felt the same way. Completely spent and utterly fucked silly, you don’t know how Cody could even stand right now. You squirmed in his grasp, his arms loosening their grip on you as he understood what you wanted now more than ever before.

Cody set you down on your own two feet, wiping up his release from where he’d painted it on your back when he came. “You are such a good girl..the best. Thank you for obliging us.” He whispered softly, any trace of the filthy, dominant, near brutal man he was before completely erased from memory. “Now take that pretty little cunt back to who it belongs to. He’s waited his turn.” Cody chuckled, kissing your cheek a final time and urging you forward.

You wobbled forward on totally unsteady footing and collapsed in Rex’s lap. “M-missed, my Captain.” You muttered through the exhaustion, curling your thighs around his waist and pawing at his bare chest with needy hands. 

“Awh…that’s my favorite girl. Made us both feel so good, the way only you can, mesh’la.” Rex replied, twisting a finger in a few strands of hair and letting you come back to yourself in his arms safely. Aftercare was always his favorite time with you. “And fuck me- you looked so good. Get to pick you up and take you away cause you’re all mine? I am so lucky.”

You smiled against his warm, bronze skin and cooed little whispers of assurance and adoration in his ear. “I had so much fun. Commander’s very, very good. Next time…maybe I can let you each have a turn.” You giggled mischievously, feeling Rex’s cock jump excitedly underneath you.

“Next time, huh?” Rex said incredulously, looking back toward his brother sprawled out beneath his sheets and catching his breath. Cody smiled wide and wiped his forehead with the back of his hand, shrugging his approval to do this again.

You gaze up at your perfect, sweet boyfriend and sigh dreamily at the thought of making him feel as good as you did Cody. Hopefully the next time would be soon. “I’m ready whenever you both are…should I call you Captain or Sir?” 

[ghostofskywalker]

The Night Shift

Commander Cody/Reader

Fictober Day 15 of 31

Words: 1,455

Summary: Out of all the things you expected your time in the GAR to bring, snuggling up to the marshal commander to try and get him to sleep was not one of them.  

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The hallways of the flagship were completely silent after most of the men on board went to sleep. Obviously there were a few clones and nat-born officers who worked the night shift on the bridge, and General Kenobi rarely slept, but you didn’t run into anyone as you wandered the ship, having not even bothered to change out of your pajamas.

Space was cold, and no one ever warned you about that when you signed up to be an intelligence officer for the GAR. Even though you hadn’t been on your home world of Tatooine in years, you were still someone who craved warm and sunny weather. Coruscant was tolerable enough most of the time, but deep space was unforgiving in its chill.

Sleep had obviously not made plans to visit you that night, so you wrapped yourself in a blanket and started to wander, with the intention of eventually going back to your quarters once you were sufficiently tired. But that telltale ache never came, and eventually you found yourself sitting in your office, datapad displaying one of the many forms you needed to complete by the end of the next day. You plan was that maybe if you got all your things done now, you would able to take a nap if you fell tired during the daytime.

Eventually, the monotony of your work was interrupted by a knock on the door, and you paused for a moment, wondering who could be on the other side. “Come in,” you said quietly. A helmet-less Commander Cody stepped through the doorway as the door opened, and immediately, you sat up a little straighter. He had shed the top part of his armor, so other than his blacks he was wearing plastoid only around his legs. “Why aren’t you asleep?” you asked.

“Why aren’t you asleep?” he echoed, raising an eyebrow at you. “When I first saw your office light I had thought you left it on by mistake, or that you had fallen asleep in here while doing your work.”

Shifting slightly in your chair, you tried to remain calm. It wasn’t that Cody scared you normally, your relationship with him was quite friendly and much closer than you ever expected to be with a commanding officer. Even though you weren’t technically under his command, you still deferred to him most of the time, as did most of the other nat-born officers aboard the cruiser. “I couldn’t sleep,” you said finally. “So I decided to get some work done.”

You knew the sight must have been utterly comical for Cody, to see you in your pajamas with a blanket draped over your shoulders as you worked at your desk, but he didn’t say anything about your appearance, even though this would be the first time he would have seen you in something that wasn’t your standard issue uniform. “How long have you been here?” he asked.

You shrugged, looking over at the chronometer on the wall. “An hour? Maybe two?”

“Okay, you need to take a break,” he said, walking up to you and pulling the datapad from your hands.

“Cody! I told you I’m not tired!”

That didn’t stop him. “I know, but you need to take some time away from your work. Come on, why don’t we get a snack from the lounge?”

Originally you weren’t going to accept, and an indignant expression started to form on your face as you opened your mouth to demand your datapad back, but then your stomach growled. “Fine,” you said, because at least he wasn’t forcing you back to your quarters.

As you got up from your desk, Cody gently took your hand, and you couldn’t help the way your heart stopped for a moment. There was no way you could lie to yourself about your growing feelings for the marshal commander, and the fact that his hand felt so natural in yours was not helping the situation. “So you can’t run away from me,” he said, and you just playfully rolled your eyes at him.

“You know, you never answered my question,” you said as the two of you arrived in the ship’s lounge, an old meeting room that had been repurposed by Waxer and Boil a while ago. It now held two old couches, tables and chairs that General Kenobi was able to get donated by Coruscant business owners, a caf machine that only worked half the time (you have no idea where it came from, but it looked older than the Chancellor himself), and various shelves of snacks and drinks for troopers and officers to enjoy when they were taking breaks from their jobs.

“Hmm?”

“I told you why I’m awake at this hour, but why are you?” you asked quietly. “And don’t tell me you’re on duty, because I know for a fact that’s not true.”

“I haven’t slept for a few days honestly.” Whatever you expecting him to say, this definitely wasn’t it.

Immediately, your eyes widened. “Cody! You need to sleep, and you can’t say anything to me about bad habits because clearly you’ve got some yourself!”

You sat down on one of the couches as Cody approached the back counter, and you watched him intently, ready to tell him off if he even went anywhere near the caf machine. But he grabbed two packages of dried fruit and two bottles of water before sitting next to you and handing over one of each thing to you.

It was quiet for the first few moments you ate, but eventually Cody broke the silence as he placed his bottle of water on the floor in front of the couch, and you did the same. “I just feel like I can’t sleep sometimes, you know?” his voice was much quieter than you’ve ever heard it before, and immediately your heart broke from him. You noticed that the signs of exhaustion were clear on his face now that you got a better look at him, and you couldn’t imagine what must be weighing down on him right now.

You nodded, reaching out to grasp his hand once more. “No matter what your brain tells you, you will always need sleep, okay?” You searched his face as you spoke, hoping to find a hint of relief in his expression, but you knew it wouldn’t be that easy to get through to him.

He sighed. “I know, but it’s a lot easier said than done sometimes.”

“How about this?’ you asked. “If you go to bed, I will too. Even if you don’t fall asleep right away, you’ll still be resting.”

He raised his eyebrows at you. “Are you going to keep up your end of the bargain?”

“You just admitted to not having slept in days and you’re hassling me?”

“I’m serious.”

“Yes, I will try to sleep if you do.”

“I don’t know if I believe you.”

“Cody.”

“I’m just saying, what’s stopping you from snatching your datapad and heading back to your office while I go to sleep?”

You sighed, not wanting to admit that was exactly what you planned on doing. “Well, what do you suggest then? We both sleep on the couch in here?”

“It’s an idea.”

At this point, any embarrassment about the situation was overpowered by sheer worry for the commander, so you decided to call his bluff. “Alright, if it gets you to sleep I’m fine with that.”

Watching for any sign of regret in Cody’s face, you were shocked when he moved closer to you. “You mind sharing your blanket with me?” he asked quietly, and you nodded as you draped it over the two of you and leaned in to rest your head on his shoulder. It was a risky move, and you half expected him to pull away or say something to you, but nothing happened.

You could feel some of his body heat, and you almost sighed in relief. You knew that the clones’ body temperatures were slightly warmer than nat-borns, but this was indescribable. Between the blanket and Cody, your shivers were long gone, and you found yourself drifting off to sleep minutes later, trying not to think about the fact that you were currently cuddled up to the marshal commander of the GAR and that someone could walk in and see you at any time.

You were right about the latter part of that statement, as it was Waxer and Boil that found the two of you the next morning, still cuddled up together and quietly snoring. They weren’t going to pass up the opportunity to snap a holopic of the sight, because maybe the two of you would finally admit your feelings for each other if you saw the evidence.

- the end -