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telepathically sending him my cramps

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Sith!Obi-Wan, holding a detonator: I’ll give you thirty minutes to say your goodbyes before I blow you to smithereens Cody: Can I get a different kind of blow? Fox: *turns and stares at him* Cody: … I said that out loud- Fox: YOU SAID THAT OUT LOUD Rex, to Sith!Obi-Wan: You can skip the countdown, just kill us

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Just One Date

Summary: You're a Military Doctor attached to the 212, and you've come to consider Commander Cody as a friend. Turns out, that he sees you a little bit more.

Pairing: Commander Cody x F!Reader

Word Count: 1333

Warnings: Cody makes suggestive jokes, and gets whacked with pillows and has a hand slapped over his mouth for it.

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni

A/N: HAPPY 2224 Day! I came up with this idea at 5:30 this morning when I originally woke up and when I remembered what today was. There might, possibly, be a sequel where the date actually happens. It depends on people's reactions to this one.

You’ve been a civilian employee to the GAR since you were old enough to enlist. The military wasn’t exactly your “dream” career, but it got you away from your incredibly toxic family, and it paid you to go to medical school.

And, really, at the time the odds of there actually being a war was slim to non-existent.

Jokes on you, the war started 6 months after you graduated and you found yourself bouncing from military base to military base, before finally getting assigned to The Negotiator, under General Obi-Wan Kenobi and Commander Cody.

The Commander is everything you’ve ever wanted in a Senior Officer, respectful and professional when the situation calls for it, but more than happy to share jokes with you when you’re not working.

The General, however, is a walking migraine.

At this point, you’re beginning to think that your job would be easier if you were assigned to literally any other battalion.

“General Kenobi,” You say as you pinch the bridge of your nose, “Did you, perhaps, skip your basic first aid lessons as a child?”

Helix, working on Commander Cody at the bed behind you, doesn’t bother to muffle his laughter, but you tune him out with the ease of long practice, instead pinning your General with an accusing glare.

“Well,” General Kenobi rubs his chin thoughtfully, “I was a very busy padawan-”

“So, perhaps, you skipped the basic first aid classes that say when you get stabbed, do not remove the stabbing implement?” You interrupt.

“Well, I wouldn’t say that I skipped the lessons-” He demures.

“And your reasoning for ignoring Commander Cody’s very reasonable order to not remove the knife from your thigh?” You ask.

“...uh…I was in shock?”

You smile. It’s a nice smile, and you’re pleased to see General Kenobi slump on the hospital bed, “Well, since you ignored your Commander’s very reasonable, and correct, order. You’re going to spend the next three days in a bacta tank.”

“I don’t think you’re allowed to use bacta tanks as a punishment.” General Kenobi says thoughtfully.

“I don’t think you’re in any position to argue with me.” You counter with a roll of your eyes. “Relax, General. It’s not a punishment. You’re more injured than you look. And maybe you can get some sleep if I drug you enough.”

General Kenobi sputters, “Commander! Are you hearing this?”

“Hm? What? I’m not listening.” Cody says with a sly smirk.

“Well, there you have it. The Commander’s on my side.” You say brightly, as you spin to grab a syringe of the sedative that was especially formulated for Jedi. “Good night, General.”

“This is mutiny,” General Kenobi says with a frown.

“Yes, yes. I know.” You inject the liquid into his IV, “We’ll see you in a couple of days.” The older man slowly drifts off to sleep, and you pass the General over to the men who can get him into a bacta tank easier than you.

And then you spin on your heel and move over to Commander Cody, who’s laying on his hospital bed very peacefully, a small grin playing on his lips. “What’s wrong with you?” You ask, as you grab his file and scan it.

“Well, I was blown up, mesh’la.” Commander Cody says blandly.

“Well, that was silly of you. Why would you do something like that?”

“I woke up this morning and thought, ‘how can I make my medics pull their hair out today?’ and decided that getting blown up was the best way to go about it.”

You smother your laugh and glance at him, “One of these days Helix is actually going to kill you.”

“But you’ll protect me won’t you?”

“Of course.” You wink at him, “Everyone knows I’m the scary one.” You scan his record for a moment, and then favor him with a smile, “Aside from some bumps and bruises, you look totally fine.”

He grins at you, “So you like how I look, do you?”

You sigh, “Commander, that joke got old within a week of working with any of you.”

Cody just laughs and sits up, “Come on, Doc. I won’t tell. We both know that I’m the most handsome.”

“One of these days,” You counter as you set your hands on your hips, “I’m going to buy a box of chocolates and address it to ‘the most handsome man in the 212’ just to see who wins.”

“Aww, mesh’la, you don’t have to buy me chocolates.”

“Ooh, someone’s cocky.”

“You have no idea.” He flashes a boyish grin, “I could show you, if you like.”

You squint at him, “What?”

“Just how cocky I am.” Cody clarifies with a sly grin.

Your jaw drops and your face burns, before you grab the thin pillow and smack him with it, “Behave!”

Cody laughs, as he fends off the pillow, “What? I just repeated what you said. It’s not my fault that your brain lives in the gutter.”

“Rude. Rude!” You huff, “I changed my mind, I’m not going to protect you from Helix. RIP Commander Cody. I knew you well.”

“C’mon mesh’la,” He teases, “Having a dirty mind is a boon. Well, I think. Especially if it’s dirty about me.” Cody reaches out and lightly grips your hips, tugging you closer.

You scowl at him, though it’s really more of a pout, “You know, there are almost 2 million men identical to you-”

“Yeah, yeah. But you don’t have dirty thoughts about them.” Cody replies confidently.

“You’re so sure of that?”

“Yup.”

You shake your head, “Come on, Commander. You’re hardly a mind-reader.”

“I don’t have to be. I see how you look at me.” He says with a smirk.

“And how do I look at you?” You ask sarcastically.

Cody’s smirk grows into an amused grin, “Like you wanna drag me into a supply closet and ri-” You slam your hands over his mouth.

“Okay! Thank you!” You yelp, your face burning. “Why do people think you’re the mature one?” You bemoan.

“Because I play the part well,” He says smugly, his voice muffled by your hand. 

“Can I remove my hand or are you still going to try and embarrass me?” You ask.

“I like it when you get all embarrassed, it’s cute.” Cody replies before he pulls your hands away from his mouth, and then presses them to the bed next to him without releasing them.

“Hm, you seem to have forgotten to release my hands.” You say dryly.

“I didn’t forget. I did it on purpose.” He says, his dark eyes scanning your face.

“And why would you do that?”

“Go on a date with me.” Cody says.

You blink at him, startled. “I beg your pardon?”

“One date,” He clarifies, “That’s all I’m asking for.”

“Commander-”

“Cody.” He interrupts, his gaze serious, “One night. Let me show you how good we could be together.”

You avert your gaze for a second, and you know that he can feel your heart racing with how he’s holding your hands still. “Commander, we’re not going to be returning to Coruscant for several months-”

“Cody, and I don’t care. I can woo you even on the Negotiator. Give me a chance.”

“And if we don’t go well together at the end of the night? What then?”

“We’re going to be great,” Cody counters, “But, if,” He rolls his eyes, “For some reason, we don’t work out, then nothing will change.”

“Com-”

He tugs your wrists so that you topple against him, “Cody. My name isn’t that hard, is it?”

“...Cody.” You finally say with a sigh, though there’s a small smile playing on your lips, “I suppose, since you’re so eager, I can agree to a single night.”

“There's going to be more than one.” Cody says confidently. 

You hum thoughtfully, “Prove it.”

He grins at you boyishly, “I can do that. I already have the whole thing planned.”

“...How?” You ask, exasperated.

“I’m very good at what I do.” He replies smugly.

[foxmybeloved]

i’m not lying on the floor physically but i am lying on the floor spiritually

[foxmybeloved]

sometimes u just gotta be a lil silly edit: here he is tiny if you want to add him to your discord

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Tiktok's censorship of words like rape, kill, muder, abortion etc. etc. as well as censoring hard to hear topics, over the past few years has deeply contributed to the sanitisation of the internet and therefore directly resulted in the birth of "fandom purists" and the destruction of old fandom culture (the death of "don't like, don't read", "ship and let ship" mindsets as well as safe spaces for dark and "immoral"/unethical storytelling i.e "dead dove: do not eat") in a way that has fundamentally changed the mindsets of people who are new to fandom spaces and now view these such topics as wildly inappropriate for any social space as well as deeming anyone who is intrigued by them narratively or creatively as "immoral" and a bad person. In this essay I will

[foxmybeloved]

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾outside the door

First Time & Being Loud | Virgin!Tup/Medic!F!Reader

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾Warning(s): NSFW(18+ ONLY), Unprotected Vaginal Sex, First Time, Vaginal Fingering, Handjob/Blowjob, Loud Sex, and Sloppy Kisses

Note: In my eyes... Tup is a sweet baby who wouldn't be able to stop himself for moaning loudly. Also, I have no idea how their underclothing works<3

WC:3340

Pre-mission physicals were always chaotic, especially when working with the Torrent Company. It’s not that the group is a bad group to work with… There are just many of them to get through. With only you and Kix there to get all 143 Clones, Kix not included, and two Jedi through their physicals, it can take a while but even longer when certain mischievous troopers come in for theirs. 

Like now, you both have been trying to get Fives and Hardcase through their physicals but both troopers keep messing around. Both you and Kix are looking over their blood samples, making sure everything is good to go on that end. 

“All looks goo-” A loud gagging noise makes you two to whip around quickly. 

Hardcase is bent over coughing loudly as Fives is bent over laughing, in his hand is a popsicle stick. You already know what has happened and all you do is sigh while waiting for both of them to recover. 

“You are such a dick,” Hardcase says hoarsely while glaring at a still laughing Fives.

“You wanted to do the same thing to me! You’re just mad that I did it first,” Fives argues.

Kix sighs while standing from the lab chair, “you two are done.” They both just stare at you two. “That means get out.”

They both give mock salutes with matching grins before rushing out of the room. You look at Kix and laugh before moving to clean up from their exam. Kix goes to look at the list to see who is left, only to grin when he sees the last person is Tup. Sneaking a look at you, he stands up and acts like he just got a message on his com. 

“Hey. I just got a message that General Skywalker is wanting to start going over the exams. We only have one person left, think you can take care of it while I meet with him?”

“Yeah, of course! I’ll send over the last person’s exam once finished.”

“Perfect. Thank you and let me know if you need anything!”

As he is leaving, Kix runs into Tup, who is making his way to the medical room. Tup already has a nervous look on his face, but calms down when he sees his brother.

“Kix! I am so sorry for running a bit behind. I promise to make it quick for you.”

Kix smiles, “I am actually on my way to meet with the General.”

“But that would mean…” The color drains from Tup’s face slightly as he realizes that you will be doing his physical.

“Yep! You are in good hands, don’t worry about it.”

Kix pats him on the back before hedging down the hall, leaving Tup outside of the med-room. Tup takes a few seconds to give himself a pep talk and to get his nerves under control. Part of him feels ridiculous; you are one of his best friends! Why should he be nervous? There is no reason being alone in a room with you should be a nervous event. 

Now the other part of him starts to list off all the reasons he should be nervous… Because he finds you to be the most beautiful and smart person he has ever met; because you are very sweet to him; because he has had feelings for you for a while now even though he shouldn’t. The feeling of embarrassment comes over him as he realizes that he has deep feelings for someone he works with. 

Tup realizes that he has taken even longer now and shakes his head before opening the door to the med-room. He freezes as you turn to face him, his face growing warm as you smile softly. You motion towards the exam table as you move to put on new gloves. 

“Go ahead and take a seat, Tup.” 

He does what you say and moves to sit down on the table, gripping onto the sides as he tries to hide his nerves. As you start to give the speech on what the physical exam is going to include, the fact you will be touching almost every part of his body makes Tup’s eyes widen. You finish the speech and look him over, taking in his stiff posture and wide eyes. Most of the Troops, when getting their first exam with you tend to react the same, so you are not surprised to see Tup feeling the same way.

“Sound good? We can take it slow and if you at all feel uncomfortable, we can take a break and start again.”

Tup sighs softly, “sounds good.” 

You give him another soft smile before moving closer to start doing the exam. While you don’t let it show, you are also feeling nervous about being so up close and personal with Tup. Sure, you have given hundreds, if not thousands, of clone troops physical exams, but this troop is special to you. It’s wrong to catch feelings for someone you work with, you know this, but you couldn’t help it. 

Once you and Tup had gotten closer in terms of friendship, his shyness had died down when he was with you, for the most part. When you two are often together, neither of you can be quiet as you both want to share your constant thoughts with someone you trust. Which is why it is concerning that he is being so silent today. 

You can understand the initial quietness due to him being nervous about this being his first exam with you but normally most troops warm up by time you get to the reflex test… Yet Tup is still silent besides telling you if he feels pressure or other things when you ask. As you take the vial of blood over to run it through tests, you decide now is a good time to ask.

“Is everything okay, Tup?”

Your question catches him off guard, “uh… Yeah! Everything is okay.”

“Are you sure?”

“I am. Why, uh, why do you ask?” 

You look over your shoulder at him. “Well, you’ve just been very quiet today. Normally you’re a chatterbox and it just has me worried.”

“Oh… I just, uh, have a lot on my mind, I guess. But! I promise I am fine.”

“I am saying this not as your medic, but as your friend; you can talk to me about anything. Even if it’s just to rant, I am here for you.” 

Tup gives you a small nervous smile, but the lab computer dings to let you know the results of his blood test are ready. As you turn around, he sighs softly and gives your back a longing look.

“Doubt you would feel that way if you only knew,” he whispers to himself.

“What was that?”

“Nothing.”

You huff and turn your chair around to look at him. “Alright, your blood test came back clear, but I won’t be letting you leave until you tell me what is wrong.”

Instead of saying anything else, Tup simply looks down at his lap as you stare at him with a raised eyebrow. The two of you sit in silence with Tup keeping his eyes down and you keeping your eyes on him. It doesn’t take long before you decide to speak again.

“Listen, if you don’t want to talk to me about it, that’s fine, but I do need you to talk to someone about what is going on. If not so you can feel better by getting it off your chest, then so you don’t get distracted while on the field. Because if you let this eat at you then you will end up not focusing on the gro-”

“I have feelings for you,” Tup interrupts you. 

“I-” You blink at him, shocked at his abrupt confession. “You’re in a bad mood because you have feelings for me?”

“Yeah… I’ve been quiet because I get nervous around you when we are alone.”

“Why didn’t you just tell me?”

“I didn’t want to ruin our friendship. I mean, who in their right mind would be okay with their friend and someone they work with having feelings for them?”

“Oh Tup,” you give him a soft smile. “Clearly neither of us are in our right minds then.”

“Don’t joke about this,” he frowns up at you from his spot on the edge of the exam table.

“Right, I’m sorry. But Tup, I have feelings for you as well. That is what I meant by that.”

“You really mean that?”

You move closer to him and cup his face in your hands.“I really do mean it, Tup.” 

Tup keeps his eyes on you, searching for any form of jokes or lies, but he doesn’t. His hands come up to wrap around your wrists as he nuzzles into your hands. Your thumb gently caressing his cheek makes him close his eyes for a moment before opening them.

“Can I… Can I kiss you?” 

Smiling, you nod and move your head closer to his as he tilts his head up. Tup’s hands fall to your hips, gently holding you there as your lips press against each other. You assumed it would have been a soft kiss, nothing more. However, Tup uses his hold on your hips to pull you against him; and you are proven wrong. Your hands move from his face to grip his shoulders as the kiss grows deeper. His grip on your hips tightens as you slightly brush his lips with your tongue, hinting at your desire to deepen the kiss.

Tup knows what you are looking for; he isn’t a fool, but he worries that you will easily tell he doesn’t know what he is doing. Now he is faced with an internal battle; should he be telling you he is inexperienced or is it best to keep quiet? Wait… If he keeps it quiet and you end up having a bad time, you will think he is bad at sex and he doesn’t want that. Although, if he tells you then you might be put off and decide to not want him anymore. Completely lost in the debate in his head, Tup doesn’t realize he stopped kissing back.

Pulling away, you look at him panicked. “Was that too much?”

“No! Not at all but I have something to tell you.”

“What is it?”

“I’m a virgin,” he mumbles softly. 

“Okay. What’s wrong with that?”

“Well, I just don’t know what I am doing.”

“That’s fine! We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do.” You softly smile while kneading his shoulders softly. “If you want to go slow, we can go slow or we don’t have to do anything at all.” 

“I really want to but I wasn’t sure if you would be okay with the fact I am a virgin.” 

“Tup, I don’t care about that.”

“Promise?”

“I promise.” You whisper before pressing your lips back against his. 

Tup is quick to meet your tongue with his own, making you give a groan. You can feel his already hard cock pressing into your thigh as he pulls you closer between his legs. He starts to grind his cock into your thigh, his hands dropping down to gently grab at your ass. As he moans into the kiss, you feel a bit of his saliva drip down your chin.

You pull away and lick your lips while pushing him to lie down on the table. Looking up at you with wide eyes, Tup moves further up the table as you crawl on the table with him. He gulps as your hands run up his thighs slowly, gently kneading the muscles through his blacks. Moving your hands higher, you bring one to caress his hip while the other ghosts over the tent in his blacks. Tup can’t help the whimper that leaves him when he feels you palming him through his clothing. 

Your hand on his hip moves to grab the belt that secures his top under clothing to his bottom. Giving him a soft smile, you undo the belt and tease him by gently rubbing the skin right under the band of his bottoms. You give them a small tug as a hint, which he is quick to listen to. Tup lifts his hips off of the table to make it easier for you to pull off his bottoms. He fights the urge to cover the now more noticeable tent in his briefs, a wet spot already forming where his cock is drooling.

“Can I take these off of you as well?” He clears his throat before nodding. “I need words, Tup.”

“Please, please take them off.” He whines.

You pull his briefs off, slowly, biting your lip as you see his cock slip out to rest against his stomach. Once his briefs are off of his body, you wrap your hand around the base of his cock gently. The moment Tup feels your hand around his cock, his hips thrust up involuntarily. You bring your other hand up to rub a finger along the tip of his cock, gently, smearing his pre-cum around his tip before leaning down and rubbing your bottom lip against his wet tip.

“This okay?” You ask.

“Ye-yes…”

You press a kiss to the tip of his cock before wrapping your lips around him and softly sucking. Looking up at him through your lashes, you watch as he grips the sides of the table as the feeling of your warm mouth on his cock overwhelms him. Your hands come to rub his thighs as you start to bob your head up and down on his cock. Tup’s moans are quick to grow to a loud volume as you suck on his cock, his hips giving small thrusts now and then as he gets lost in the feeling. While the sound of his moans turns you on, you worry about the fact anyone could walk by and hear the noise.

Tup’s hips start to thrust up more frequently as you pull up on his cock, not wanting to be without the wet warmth. With how loud he is moaning and how he is chasing after your mouth, you can’t help but reach down and slip one of your hands down your uniform bottoms and underwear. Your fingers are quick to run through the wetness that is coating your slit before moving to rub your clit slowly. As you keep bobbing your head up and down on his cock, sucking a bit more firmly, you move your fingers from your clit and down to tease your begging cunt. You moan around Tup’s cock as you press two fingers into your cunt, making him cry out at the feeling.

Lifting his head, Tup notices that your arm is moving in an odd way. He tilts his head to the side and whines as he sees your hand in your bottoms. His head falls back again as his cock throbs in your mouth; the fact you are fingering yourself while sucking his cock becomes too much for him. You swallow greedily around his cock as he throbs and twitches inside of your mouth, your hand moving faster to fuck yourself on your fingers.

Tup starts to tap your shoulder as he pants, “wait wait.” 

You are quick to pull away from his cock to look up at him with worried eyes. “What’s wrong? Are you okay?”

“I just,” he takes a deep breath to calm himself. “I just feel like I might cum soon and don’t want it to end yet.” 

You smile while wrapping your hand around his cock once more, slowly stroking up and down at the pace you are fingering yourself at. 

“Do you want to move onto something more or do you just want to finish in my mouth?”

“Can we do more?” Tup asks sheepishly. 

“Of course.”

You lift up to sit straight on your knees to remove your top easier before climbing off the table to remove the bottom portion of your uniform. Tup watches you with wide eyes as you undress, his cock twitching at the sight of your bare skin. As you climb back on the table, he sits up to take off his upper blacks. He leans back with his hands on the table, keeping himself sitting up to see you straddle his lap. His hands grip your hips as you rest your weight down on him, your wet slit pressing against his cock. Your hands come to rub his chest as you grind down on him. 

“Do you want me to ride you, Tup?” He whines as you press a kiss to his lips. 

“Please.”

“‘Please’ what?”

“Please ride my cock.” He whispers.

You give him a quick kiss before reaching over to the medical tray beside the table, grabbing a bacta packet. Bringing the packet to your mouth, you use your teeth to rip it open before moving it down to pour the bacta onto his cock. Tup sighs as you use your hand to spread the bacta around his cock. Letting go of his cock, you move back to hover over him and tease both of you as you use your grip on his cock to rub your clit. His hands grip your hips tighter as he can feel the heat of your cunt, his eyes looking up at you beggingly.

“Don’t tease, please.” Tup’s voice cracks slightly as he begs you. 

Smiling down at him, you start to slowly lower yourself onto his cock. Both of you moan at the feeling; you to the stretch of his cock and Tup to the feeling of your cunt squeezing him tightly. Once you are fully on his cock, you lean your head down to rest your forehead against his as both of you close your eyes. It doesn’t take long before his cock gives a twitch inside of your cunt. You sit up and lean back on your hands, letting Tup see your nude body nearly laid out for him. 

“Ready?” 

Tup nods up at you while sliding one of his hands up to cup under one of your breasts. You start to lift up off of his cock before lowering yourself back down, both of you moaning softly at the feeling. His hands start to explore your body as you bounce up and down on his cock. As you start to move faster, the moans coming from Tup grow to be loud once more. You go to speak but you are cut off with your own loud moan as Tup pinches one of your nipples gently. 

“Tup,” you whine as he tugs on the nipple but his loud moan fills the room again as your cunt tightens around his cock. “We have to be quiet. Someone could be outside the door.”

“I can’t help it,” he whines back.

You lean forward and press your lips against his, trying to muffle both of your moans as you bounce on his cock harder. Tup wraps his arms around you wanting you as close as possible, as he gives tiny thrusts up into you, trying to go as deep as he can. The room is full of loud moans, wet slaps, and the sloppy sound of your kiss. The thought of anyone outside of the door leaving you completely as you focus on the feeling of his cock rubbing your walls.

Bonus:

“I wouldn’t go in there.”

Rex turns to see Kix leaning against the wall, scrolling through a data pad. 

“Why?”

Before Kix could answer him, a loud moan of your name leaves the med-room, making Rex whip around to stare at the door in horror. 

“That’s why.”

“Is that T-” A loud cry of Tup’s name leaves the room as well.

“Yep.”

Rex covers his face as it grows warm before turning around and leaving. Kix watches him before laughing and putting the plugs back in his ears to wait for the next poor soul who tries to go inside.

[foxmybeloved]

I think one of my favorite things about writing fanfic is that you can just... keep going. Write as many different endings to the story as you want. As many different AUs. You can write the same scene a hundred times and change what happens every time.

It's the most freeing feeling, that I don't have to choose.

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first 5 faceless emojis are how your summers gonna go

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Here is how I summed up the Teen Wolf TV Series™️ to a friend of mine:

Season 1: Origins and Shenanigans

Season 2: Fuck The Hunters Want Us Dead

Season 3: Death and the Nine Tailed Fox Possesses The Bestie

Season 4: Jesus Christ This Pack Is A Goddamn Nightmare

Season 5: No One Ever Believes The Bestie Until It’s Too Damn Late

Season 6: All for One and One For All

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i dont headcanon anything i simply know the truth the characters told me

[foxmybeloved]

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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if u ever feel bad about ur limited knowledge of the star wars universe, dont worry! din djarin knows less than u and hes literally in it.

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Me 🤝🏽 Commander Fox

Going to Space Dutch Bros

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🌺 Foxglove Commander Fox 🌺

Garden Wishes

X female senator reader

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🌸 💐 Flower Fic Event 💐 🌸

Just a cute little event with Clones and some Flowers me and some of my moots decided to do on discord for @arctrooper69 birthday today! 🎉 🌸 🌺 Check the tag #cloneflowerficevent to see more! 💐

warnings: None, fluff, reader wearing a skirt, catching feelings.

Others involved with this event are (will add links to there fics once posted💜):

🌸 @arctrooper69 - Tup, Rex, Gregor

🌸@photogirl894 - Hunter, Wrecker, Fives

🌸 @totallyunidentified - 99, Cody

🌸 @dragonrider9905 - Hardcase

🌸 @l-lend - Wolffe

🌸 @jedi-hawkins - Kix

🌸 @moonstrider9904 - Howzer

“It’s a lovely day, wouldn’t you agree, Commander?” You muse, enjoying the sun's warm caress on your skin. Your question is directed to Clone Commander Fox, who trails a few steps behind you as you stroll through the Senate Gardens.

As a Senator, moments of peace and solitude are rare and precious and for you, it’s best spent admiring the diverse plant life. Though Commander Fox, your assigned protector, doesn’t seem to share your enthusiasm.

“It is, ma’am,” he replies curtly, his lack of enthusiasm evident. You decide not to press him and continue your walk with a playful roll of your eyes.

Pausing by a bush adorned with tiny white flowers, you crouch carefully to avoid snagging your regal, albeit cumbersome, skirt. “These are some of my favorites,” you say as Fox halts behind you. “Leucanthemum Vulgare.”

“I’m not familiar with it, ma’am,” he responds, surprising you. Fox rarely speaks unless spoken to, but perhaps after weeks of close quarters, he feels inclined to converse back.

“Just daisies,” you chuckle, standing again. You notice Fox instinctively reaching out to assist you, only to quickly tuck his hands behind his back when you were fine.

Continuing your walk, your feet eventually tire, and you opt to sit on a nearby bench while Fox stands awkwardly beside you. “You can sit with me, Commander,” you suggest, patting the space next to you.

“I appreciate the offer, but I must remain vigilant to protect you,” he replies, giving you a nod and you can’t help but wonder what expression lies behind his helmet.

“I doubt anyone will attack me here,” you say, though Fox’s squared shoulders suggest otherwise. “...or do you know something I don’t?”

He clears his throat and gazes down at you, his eyes meeting yours through the visor. “All Senators are at risk, ma’am. However… your advocacy for Clone rights has made you a target in certain political circles.”

You shrug. “If they want to shoot me for it, so be it.”

“Ma’am, please don’t say that,” Fox winces, looking away and shaking his head. He seems to want to speak freely, but refrains.

“Thank you for protecting me,” you say gently, shifting your gaze to the vibrant flowers that soothe your nerves. “I can’t think of another Clone I’d rather have by my side to appreciate these gardens.”

Fox tenses beside you. “Y-you’re welcome,” he stammers, a rare but endearing lapse in his typical stoicism.

You both settle into a peaceful silence, though you wondered how Fox is faring. Often, you ponder whether he enjoys these quiet moments with you or would rather be back in his office. You recall the amusing sight of his brothers stuffing countless empty caf cups into a corner when you first visited him, and the strain in his voice and stiff body language betrayed his embarrassment over the discovery of his caf addiction.

You just hoped it wasn’t because he was exhausted.

“So,” you begin, snapping out of your worried thoughts, “you’ve walked with me in these gardens plenty of times now, Commander. Is there any particular plant, flower, or tree you like?”

Fox turns his head towards you, tilting it slightly, which you find unexpectedly adorable and you scold yourself mentally for thinking so.

“I’m afraid my answer will bore you.”

You give a wry smile. “I’m sorry, you probably have more important things to be doing, I’m sure.”

“Taking care of you is the most important thing to me,” he says almost sternly. The way he says it sounds almost desperate, not just dutiful. Realising this, he adds, “as it is my current job.”

Clearing your throat, you turn your gaze away, hoping he doesn’t notice the tips of your ears burning with a blush. “I see.”

He nods simply, but after a moment, he sighs slightly. “There is, uh, one flower that catches my eye every time we come here actually.”

You look back at him, surprised. “Really? Which one?”

“It’s over there in the corner to the right.” He nods in the direction, and you stand, asking him to show you.

He hesitates for a moment, unsure if you’re serious. But judging by your smile—something he has grown rather fond of—he nods and leads the way.

You stop in front of a flower bed filled with a mix of pink, purple, white, and red flowers—tall and breathtaking, and quite familiar to you.

“I believe these are Digitalis purpurea,” you say, leaning forward to inhale their delicate fragrance with a soft smile. “I can see why you like them, come to think of it.”

He nods slightly, pleased to have a name for the flower, even if he wasn't going to try to pronounce it. “Why’s that?”

“Well,” you say with a smirk as you turn to him, “it’s also more commonly known as ‘Foxglove.’”

“Oh, really?” he asks, genuinely curious, and you nod in confirmation.

“Quite the coincidence, don't you think?” you add, your eyes sparkling with amusement.

Fox seems taken aback, the irony not lost on him. “Yes, quite the coincidence indeed.” His voice is softer, and there's a hint of a smile in his tone that you wholeheartedly wish you could see.

Fox admires the flowers once more before his eyes drift to the ground where a small bunch had been either knocked or blown off. He bends down and picks them up, then without thinking, holds them out to you. “Would you like these?”

Your mouth gapes open slightly, looking at the outstretched flowers and then at him. “Oh,” you say pleasantly, reaching out and taking hold of the slightly battered and broken stems, “thank you, Commander.”

But you notice that he doesn’t let go at first, instead focusing on the way your fingers brush against his. You feel your heart skip a beat as you both look at each other, neither of you willing to let go. This had to stop. This was completely inappropriate. But yet…

“Senator, Commander Fox.” A voice interrupts you both, and you almost gasp as you quickly let go of the flowers and turn to see who has interrupted this—if you could even call it—moment.

“Thorn,” Fox acknowledges, his attempt to sound composed betrayed by the heavy rise and fall of his chest.

“You are both needed inside. I did try to comm you, but I, uh, must’ve not gotten the signal.” Thorn's tone carries a hint of amusement, and you feel a rush of nervousness and fluster. Did Fox feel the same awkwardness you did?

You glance at Fox, who gives a curt nod to Thorn. “Understood. We’ll head there immediately.”

As you walk back towards the Senate building, you can't help but replay the moment in your mind. The gentle brush of his fingers against yours, the intensity of his gaze behind his visor—it was so unlike the stoic Commander you had come to know.

“Thank you, Commander,” you say softly once the two of you were alone again, glancing at the flowers in your hand. “For the flowers.”

Fox nods, his voice steady but tone also softer than usual. “You’re welcome.”

Later that day, you receive word that you are needed on a different planet for urgent Senate business. As you prepare to leave, you find yourself thinking about Fox and the moment you shared in the garden. An idea forms in your mind, and you act on it impulsively.

Before you depart, you make your way to Fox’s office. It's empty, as he's likely out on duty. You place the flowers on his desk, arranging them neatly. Beside the flowers, you leave a small note:

‘Hopefully you will protect these like you protected me until I come back, Fox.’

And signed with your name. Not just Senator.

With one last glance around the room, amused to see his caf cups still there, you quietly slip out.

When Fox returned to his office that evening, confused with the days events and how he was feeling about you, he never realised he would experience missing someone. Yet as he reads the note you left and looks at the flowers, he does something strange. He pushes his steaming caf to the side and instead, lets the memory of you and the scent of the Foxgloves relax him.

He would not tell the others, but he could not wait for another stroll in the gardens with you.

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