#Commander Cody x you

[mae-lou-ron]

Signal Lost

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Pairing: Commander Cody x F!Reader

Summary: when your commander returns home from a long deployment, what you planned on being a steamy first turns into an evening hurt feelings and revealed miscommunications. As you both navigate physical boundaries and emotional intimacy, you discover that sometimes the deepest connections aren't forged in grand gestures, but in the real moments between.

Warnings: 🚨suggestive 18+ mdni🚨, hurt/comfort (a lil heavy on both), rejected sexual advances, lil bit of a misunderstand done by both, fluff fluff fluff…cavity inducing fluff, kisses, cuddling, cody is a little intense but in a good way, reader has hair and ‘curves’, mentions of smut and sexting, reader wears lingerie, talk of first time sex in established relationship, light discussion of boundaries, egregious use of mando’a nicknames, i don’t know how to do warnings, reader has a ton of insecurities (it me), internal berating, mentions of negative past relationships.

WC: 5,100 (my goal was 5,000 for each part so we are on track baybeee)

A/N: alright only like 40ish minutes late. This one got away from me. I actually started writing this a while back without a particular clone in mind, then put it on the shelf for a while when an idea hit me for my problem child of a Crosshair fic (A Little Kindness). That idea spawned an extensive deep dive on all things Cody… in doing so, I realized that one of Cody’s assets is his deep emotional intelligence, and that’s like catnip to me, so he just started to feel right for this one. Oh, and for reference, the lingerie I tried to describe is the gorgeous piece Ana wears in Fifty Shades before the masquerade ball 🥵 Enjoy!

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Well, kriff…

The lingerie seemed like such a good idea at the time— standing in front of the shop window the other day.

You could picture Cody's face perfectly then— that adorable quirk of his scarred eyebrow as he stood arms crossed in your doorway. Over the long weeks of his deployment, the messages between you had grown increasingly heated— building upon an anticipation that started unfurling before he had even left. Your heart beat faster as you remembered all those late-night comms filled with low whispers and sweet promises— the first time together had to be memorable.

The sheer black fabric felt wonderful against your skin as you slipped into the garment—if you could even legally call it that. Thin double shoulder straps led to a structured bodice of sheer black adorned with sheer lace appliqué. A delicate black satin belt cinched at your waist, tied into a perfect bow while the rest of sheer material hugged your hips, stopping just past the apex of your thighs. Matching panties peeked through the delicate hem, already growing damp with the anticipation for what you had planned. You took a moment to admire your reflection, noticing how it hugged every dip and soft curve to your body— toeing the line of classy and obscene perfectly.

A giddiness exploded in your veins as you heard the familiar sounds of Cody letting himself into your apartment. You took a deep breath, smoothing your hands over the sheer material one last time before positioning yourself tastefully on the bed— kneeling in the middle with your back straight and hands splayed on your knees— a clear offering to this magnificent man.

Your pulse began to race with nervous excitement, his deep voice growing closer as he called your name gently.

“In here…” you called to him, thankful your voice remained steady despite your trembling as you had waited for him to follow the gentle light pouring out of the bedroom.

Cody's face visibly paled, his jaw going slack as the scene before him registered in his mind. He stood frozen in the doorway, his throat going dry at the sight of you presenting yourself in such an intimate way. For a split second his eyes darkened with unmistakable desire before he caught himself, quickly averting his gaze to stare intently at the floor.

"I... we should... I mean..." he stammered, clearly flustered as he tried to maintain his composure. His hand reached up to rub the back of his neck - a nervous habit you'd come to recognize.

You quickly scrambled off the bed and stood before him, mortified. Feeling totally exposed, your racing blood took on an entirely different meaning. His immediately averted gaze and the way he spoke while staring at the floor made his discomfort painfully clear.

When he caught you in his peripheral vision, he noticed your guarded posture. Your hands fidgeted while your eyes darted around the room.

“Oh, cyar’ika… ” Cody crumbled, and with such regret, looking at your face with wide puppy dog eyes at your quiet panic. He spotted your robe and grabbed it from its hook on the door. “I’m sorry…we… shouldn’t…”

Is he serious?

After that, he kept his eyes on the floor. You tightened your arms over your ribs instinctively while eyeing the robe in his hands. As he drew closer, your gaze also dropped. Then you saw the toes of his boots come into view, and felt the plush fabric of your robe flutter over your back as he gingerly laid it over your shoulders.

He’s serious.

Cody's impossible kindness as he faced your exposed form only made you somehow feel worse. His remorseful eyes and gentle tone twisted like a knife in your gut—even the way he approached you now as if you were some spooked animal. Though he didn't step away after you finished tying the knot around your waist, he also didn't try to touch you, which was surprisingly a relief. You’d probably die of shame right there on the spot if he did.

Your eyes remained fixed on the floor, but you could feel his concerned gaze upon you. Words failed as your throat constricted painfully, an uncomfortable pressure building in your ears. Despite your desperate attempts to maintain composure, hot tears gathered at the corners of your eyes, threatening to spill over at any moment.

And Cody saw it all.

"Cyar'ika, please… listen…" Cody began, but stopped when he saw you retreating further into yourself.

"No, I..." Your throat constricted, the words dying with a quiet squeak. You busied yourself retying your robe, desperate for something to occupy your trembling hands. When his large hand reached toward your arm, you shied away toward the refresher, silently praying your tears would wait until you were safely behind that door. "It's okay... I shouldn't have..." You gestured weakly at the bed, pressing your lips into a tight line to keep them from quivering. His face fell, concern etching deep lines across his features as he reached for you again. "I'm sorry..."

"Please, let me explain..." he started, taking a step towards you. "Mesh’la, wait—" but you were already lost to him, desperate to escape the suffocating weight this embarrassment was pressing upon you. The visceral ache of realizing he might not actually want you like that after all felt like ice water in your veins. Your fingernails dug into your palms with the effort of holding back tears.

"You don't need to explain," you said softly, trying to keep your voice light through the half opened door. "I understand." And you did understand, but these stupid feelings were still overwhelming you. It had always been this way for you - your mind jumping to the worst possible conclusion when really your brain just needed extra time to process things. Alone. That wasn't Cody's fault, and you also knew from experience that you needed to let yourself cry it out or calm yourself down before you could have any kind of rational conversation.

That is if he can even stand to look you after this.

"I'm going to shower." The words barely squeezed past the lump in your throat. You needed solitude to put names to the storm of emotions churning in your gut, somewhere safe to let this unfold privately. "Just... make yourself at home." Without waiting for his response, you closed the door to the small room— a barrier between you and your shameful mistakes. The shower sprang to life at your touch, its steady stream masking the quiet sobs that finally broke through the dam as the raw feelings washed over you unbidden.

He doesn’t want you…

He didn’t even want to look at you...

What were you thinking?

Even with the shower running, Cody could make out your muffled whimpers and sniffles. His heart cracked at the sound, knowing he helped put it there, however unintentionally. He wanted nothing more than to comfort you, to explain himself properly. Another more rational part of him wanted to give you the space you needed after his slight at your advances clearly made you feel embarrassed at best, and at worst, unwanted.

Considering the few details he could gather about some of your past relationships, it was the last thing he wanted to do. The thing he promised himself he’d never make you feel. He had to at least try to say something.

The skin around your eyes and nose were steadily becoming raw and red, hands wet from wiping at your tear stained cheeks. You sucked in a breath and reached for the shower curtain, but a soft voice at the door stopped you.

“Sweetheart…” Cody offered. “I know you’re upset, and… I’m so sorry.” he offered, his words tugging at one of the strings tangled around your heart. But with that, the shame began to creep in.

He was sorry?

He’s such a good man…too good for you.

You took a leap too far, and it failed.

What were you thinking?

Stars, he must have been so uncomfortable.

You scared him off.

Too intense.

Impulsive.

“Do you want me to go?” he asked softly when you didn’t respond, too caught up in your self berating.

Your heart lurched. No. You very much didn’t want him to leave, but you didn’t want him to feel like he needed to stay to make you feel better. You sniffled, wiping your eyes before you spoke again.

“No.” your kept your voice small in the hope that it wouldn’t waver too much from speaking mid-cry or even worse, sound too desperate. “Do you…want to go?”

“No.”

“Okay…”

You both fell silent, the running water your only backdrop. After a few moments, you heard him slide down to sit against the wall with a quiet thud. With that gentle gesture, you removed your robe and the slinky lace still cinched to your body.

You remember how you felt looking in the mirror not even an hour ago, how your confidence surged with giddy anticipation. Now you just felt foolish. Now, it looked completely different to you crumpled on the floor at your feet. You sighed, trying to exhale some of the tension in your chest. After wiping a few more shed tears away, you stepped into the steamy waterfall.

The hot water cascaded over your shoulders, washing away some of the moment and some of the lingering embarrassment. You let out another shaky breath, trying to focus on the soothing warmth rather than the way your head was starting to hurt from pushing out tears. Through somehow you could still sense Cody's steady presence on the other side of the door, and that made breathing a little easier.

As you lathered, the initial sting began to melt away, but now you were left to wrestle with the mortification of being so flippant with any physical boundaries that Cody may have. Boundaries that you didn’t bother to ask about before just exposing your near naked body to him like that.

Another sigh, turning the water to a more scalding temperature, letting it prickle over your skin you as you tried to process how things had crashed so soon after you thought they were taking off. From the lingering kisses and touches, teasing words he’d utter deeply in your ear in the days before he left.

Then there were those increasingly flirty comms he started to share one night a few rotations after he left.

The signals seemed so clear in those heated messages exchanged across the stars, but you must have misread everything, projected your own desires onto his flirtations— war was stressful and maybe he just needed an outlet. No. Your Cody wasn’t like that— but just because you were ready to take that step, it didn’t mean he was or had to be.

Yet, a more rational part of your brain reminded you that he was still here. He was literally sitting on the other side of that door so you wouldn’t feel abandoned on top of everything else. But why? The thought plagued you as you turned off the water and reached for your towel.

Shaking your head at yourself in the mirror, you tried to clear the fog from both the glass and your mind. Your reflection stared back, vulnerable and uncertain, but somewhere beneath the surface anxiety, you felt a tiny flutter of hope. After all, Cody was still there, wasn't he? Still waiting, still caring, even after your fumble.

Unless he was just waiting for you to calm down so he could end things kindly.

When you finally emerged from the fresher, wearing your favorite sweatpants one of Cody’s GAR issued shirts, you immediately noticed the spot he had been occupying by the door was empty, making your heart sink. Stepping into your bedroom, you called out softly, “Cody?”

The silence that followed made your stomach twist painfully, your mind already racing to worst-case scenarios. Did he leave a note or a comm maybe? The thought barely had time to form before fresh tears formed in your eyes.

Then there was movement from the living room. Following the sound, you found Cody, armor off, and arranging blankets and pillows on the couch, creating a cozy nest. The smell of fresh popcorn filled the air, and you noticed he'd lit your favorite candles, their warm glow an inviting alternative to the harsh overhead lighting.

An unopened bottle of your favorite sparkling water had been placed on the table, and as you approached, you saw he had queued up the holomovie you'd mentioned wanting to watch last week, during some of your more tame comms.

Your heart sank a little more at his thoughtfulness. Cody was clearly trying to let you down as gently as possible, creating this cozy sanctuary as some kind of consolation prize. The gesture, while impossibly sweet, only served to remind you how much it was going to hurt when he finally told you it wasn't going to work out.

But you didn’t deserve him. Not after that.

The last shred of energy to hold anything inside evaporated in an instant. Your face crumpled, shoulders shaking with quiet sobs— which is what Cody saw when he turned around to see you standing there.

"Cyar'ika, no..." he breathed, quickly crossing the room to you. "Please don't cry again." His hands hovered near your shoulders, still unsure if you wanted to be touched. The tender uncertainty in his expression made your heart clench painfully. He looked at you, aware you might retreat again, but instead you pushed your forehead into his chest and wrapped your arms around his waist.

His arms enveloped you instantly, one hand coming to cradle the back of your head as he held you close. You felt his lips press into the top of your head as he breathed the scent of your shampoo. His other stroked soothingly against your back as he held you, happy to provide whatever comfort you needed from him.

“For a second I thought you left, but…” you pulled away slightly to once again look around the room Cody had set up. The strange feeling of already missing him bubbled up, even though he was still standing right here.

"I just came in here to make things cozy for us." His arms tightened around you as he pressed another kiss to your temple. "I know you process things differently sometimes, and that's okay. I should have explained better before..."

“Wait, so you’re not breaking up with me?” You asked, slightly bewildered. “But I thought… after I..." you trailed off, glancing at the bedroom door. He saw your face flushing with embarrassment at the still fresh memory of your bold display earlier. "I mean, when you…I figured...I just thought you were being really nice about it…" your tear stained face made Cody’s heart crumble as he realized what you had thought was happening. Eyes widened in alarm, his hands coming up to cup your face tenderly.

"Cyar'ika, no! I was just…surprised." His thumb brushed away a stray tear as his expression softened with understanding. "I care about you.”

“I care about you too…” your voice was small as it wavered. “…not that you could see that— throwing myself at you like a di’kut." you said with a self-deprecating huff, but Cody's hand warm on your cheek, his thumb still caressing your heated skin.

"Hey," he said softly, tilting your chin up to meet his gaze. “You have nothing to feel bad about…” he breathed, searching your eyes.

“Yes, I do…” you sighed.

The way he looked at you in this moment, puzzled yet patient, it made the ache in your chest grow. Even with the lingering embarrassment from earlier, you knew you needed to explain yourself properly. Taking his hand, you led him to the nest he built on the couch, settling into the plush cushions, and turning to face him properly.

"I jumped to so many conclusions without talking to you first…” you started, unable to meet his gaze— staring at a point on his chest felt easier than looking him in the eyes. “It’s no excuse, it’s just after our comms over the last couple of weeks, I guess I was caught up in my….” You paused, fidgeting with the hem of your shirt. "Those messages we were sending… I should have realized that what is said in the heat of the moment isn't always... I mean, I guess it's different in person, isn't it?" you sighed when you could feel yourself begin to ramble, so you forced the rest of your thoughts back inside. Sharing too much usually invited unwanted judgement, so you held back. It was safer.

Part of you desperately wanted to tell him everything - how his messages had been a lifeline during those lonely nights, how you'd imagined this reunion a thousand different ways. You wanted to explain that when you saw that lingerie, you could only think of him, of how his eyes would light up.

But vulnerability was still new territory, even with someone as understanding as Cody. Despite his constant patience, you found yourself wondering daily how he put up with all your quirks and idiosyncrasies. He could have anyone he wanted, yet here he was, choosing to stay with you.

As Cody watched you wrestle with these thoughts, his protective instincts stirred. A pang of sorrow struck Cody’s heart at seeing you hold back so anxiously, knowing there was so much more you probably wanted to say. The way you fidgeted with his shirt, in the slight tremor of your voice.

The urge to draw you closer, to create a space where you felt safe enough to share every thought was overwhelming. Cody knew that would come with time, but right now he wanted you understand you weren’t alone in your desire, that it isn’t nearly as one sided as you might be thinking.

Instead, he shifted on the couch and offered his hands out to you. You looked at them for a moment before placing yours in them, feeling the familiar warmth and strength of his grip. He pulled you closer, putting your hands onto his shoulders before scooping you into his lap.

"I understand what you mean about the comms," he said softly drumming his fingers nervously on your thigh. Relieved a little more, your eyes closed when his forehead pressed to yours.

"But stars, my sweet woman, I meant every word I said in them. I couldn’t stop thinking about you…I just..." he paused, collecting his thoughts. "I want to do right by you. You deserve so much more than a heated night after I’ve been away. I fanned the flames…”

“We both did, I think.” You allowed yourself to relinquish at least a little of the blame.

“You still don’t need to apologize…”

“I do though, Cody. We didn’t talk about it. I just assumed—”

“See that’s the thing—” he cut in. “I sent you those comms…without talking to you first if that’s something you were into…I thought I might have pressured you…”

In an instant, the room around you felt far away as you felt a shift in your perspective. Of course, Cody was the most painfully gallant man you’d ever met. If there was even a shred of doubt that he’d at all pressured you to do anything, he would never forgive himself. You could see it written all over his face, in his furrowed brows his concern that he might have made you feel obligated... and you couldn’t help but chuckle a little.

"So we're both guilty then?" you asked with a small smile, and his warm rumbling laugh sent butterflies through your stomach.

“Yeah…” he huffed, smirking.

His eyes swirled with words unspoken, studying your face carefully. "Perhaps we got a little carried away," he admitted with a slight flush to his cheeks, "but that doesn't mean I want you any less.”

“No?”

"Trust me," he murmured, gently brushing his nose against yours. "Force, you were absolutely breathtaking in that little thing, mesh'la.” Cody’s voice was rough, and you felt his breath fan across your cheek. “But you don't need lingerie or big gestures to make me want you. I want to be with you because you're you."

Your cheeks burned at his words, warmth returning to your veins as his lips touched the corner of your mouth. He was making sure you knew he still wanted you, desired you. The soft praise made you lean further into him, your earlier embarrassment melting into assurance as you kissed him for the first time since he’d walked though the door.

His lips were soft and warm against yours, moving with gentle urgency that made your heart flutter. The tender way his hands cradled your face spoke volumes about how much he cared, how deeply he wanted this connection with you. When you finally broke apart, his amber eyes were filled with such affection you thought you might explode.

The knot in your chest continued to unravel as you sat there in one another’s arms, enveloped by the quiet warmth of Cody’s cozy setup.

A little squeak pressed past your lips when he suddenly crushed you against his chest, planting loud, wet kisses to your cheeks and gently tickling your ribs.

His playful touch made you giggle uncontrollably as you squirmed in his lap, trying half-heartedly to escape his tickling fingers. When he finally relented, you collapsed against his chest, both of you breathless with laughter. The way his eyes sparkled with mischief and affection made your heart flutter all over again.

“Can we still make out on the couch while we pretend to watch this movie?” you whispered after a few long moments, slipping your hand into his.

Cody's laugh erupted as he pressed a tender kiss to your temple, and then your lips. "I think that can be arranged," he murmured, his warm breath tickling your skin as he reached behind you for the remote, dimming the lights to create the perfect atmosphere for your cozy evening together. “But before we do, I just want to be sure you’re feeling okay…”

You nodded, lips curving into a gentle smile, feeling more grounded than you had all evening. "I am now," you whispered, snuggling closer. "Thank you for being so patient with me...I know I can be a lot." your fingers curled gently into his shirt once again, an anxious habit he’d noticed when you first met.

Cody exhaled slowly, leaning back with you into the cushion. "Now, whoever told you that?" he asked softly, running his fingers through your hair.

You opened your mouth to respond, but the memories of past relationships and their harsh words rising unbidden to the surface. It would just ruin the moment voicing them now. Instead, you just shook your head nuzzled into him, retreating to the comfort found in the steady rise and fall of his chest as these old wounds threatened to resurface.

"It doesn't matter..." you said quietly into his chest.

The truth was, it couldn't be traced to a single source or moment. Instead, a thousand little cuts had accumulated over time. They came from everywhere—dismissive and judgmental comments from family members who should have nurtured your spirit, so-called friends who turned away when you needed them most, and previous partners who claimed to accept you while trying to change everything about who you were.

Each small reproach, each casual criticism, each annoyed sigh had built up over the years like tiny grains of sand, eventually forming a burden so heavy it threatened to swallow you whole. At this point, the voices blended together into a persistent whisper that maybe they had all been right. Maybe there really was something fundamentally wrong with the way you experienced and expressed yourself in the world.

Cody's eyes narrowed with concern as he studied your face. "It matters," he said firmly, his voice low and intense. "Because whoever convinced you of that is so kriffing wrong." His lips brushed across your cheek as he continued, "You're not 'a lot.' You're passionate, and loving, and when you get excited about something, you light up in a way that most people have forgotten how to be. How you notice little details others miss, how deeply you feel things— those aren't flaws, cyar'ika. They're part of who you are, and I..." he paused, swallowing hard.

I love you.

"...I wouldn't change a single thing about you," he whispered instead.

Except maybe how you see yourself.

“I want to tell you, I do…” you sighed. “Just not right now…I’m…you’re helping me relax and talking about it now will only do the opposite.”

Cody gave your hand a gentle squeeze, understanding in his eyes. "I'll be here to listen," he murmured, sealing the promise with a lingering kiss to your lips.

You felt tears pricking at your eyes again, but for an entirely different reason now. The earnest conviction in his voice, the tender way he held you— it made those old scars feel a little less sharp, a little more distant. You pressed your ear to his chest, trying to get as close as possible to the sound.

"I don't deserve you," your voice muffled by his chest. “You deserve someone who's got their shit together, not someone who spirals like thi...”

Cody's hands gripped your shoulders gently as he pulled you back just enough to look him in the eyes, his expression fierce with conviction. "You listen to me," he said, voice low and stern. "I don't want someone who's 'got their shit together'— I want you, with all of your banthashit and everything that makes you think you’re ‘too much’.” His amber eyes locked onto yours with an intensity that seemed to pierce straight through to your soul.

The weight of his stare held you captive, making it impossible to look away or dismiss his words as anything less than his absolute truth. Cody’s expression was unwavering, and eventually you couldn't help but laugh softly. His blunt honesty and fierce protectiveness made your heart swell with gratitude as you realized he wasn't just talking to you - he was also talking to that cruel little voice in your head.

“Has anyone told you how intense you are sometimes?” You murmured, a glimmer of amusement in your gaze.

Cody's rich laugh filled the space between you as he pressed another kiss to your forehead. "All the time." he mused, reaching for the remote. “You and Rex should talk…”

To both of your credit, you did make it about 15 minutes into the movie before your cuddling turned into soft kisses and gentle touches. His lips found the sensitive spot behind your ear that always made you melt, and you couldn't help the soft sigh that escaped. You felt his smile against your skin as his arms tightened around you, pulling you into his lap and continued to kiss you like he desperately wanted to all those nights away.

The movie played on forgotten in the background as you lost yourself in each other. Kisses grew deeper but remained unhurried, savoring each gentle brush of his lips over yours. He sighed when your hands found his hair, and you shivered at the gentle way his hands soothed over your back.

By the time the movie ended, you had both fallen asleep tangled in one another’s embrace, buried under blankets. When you stirred, the soreness in your neck told you it was time to move to the bed, Cody was already stirring and reaching for you.

“Will you stay tonight?” you asked softly, hearing a little too much hope in your voice to not feel pathetic. “I promise, no funny business.” you added solemnly as you held your right hand up and made a cross motion over your heart with the other.

Cody yawned, pulling the blankets back. "Of course, I was already planning on it, cyar’ika…”

Cody retreated to the bedroom to shower and get ready for bed as you tidied the living room. When you joined him, you found him already showered and propped up on his preferred side of the mattress — the side between you and the door. Even in the safety of your bedroom, his protector instincts remained steadfast. He had changed into the pajamas you'd started keeping here for him a while back. Looking perfectly at home as he waited for you with open arms, the sight nearly knocked the air from your lungs, knowing he could feel this comfortable in your home.

You climbed over him with a playful grin, and he laughed as you peppered his lips with soft kisses. His arms wrapped around you, tucking you securely into his side as you settled against him. Finding your favorite spot in the crook of his arm, you rested your head on his chest, his steady heartbeat a soothing rhythm beneath your ear. As his fingertips grazed lazily up and down your arm, you felt the last traces of tension from earlier dissolve.

“I’m so glad you’re home…” you murmured sleepily. “Kriff I missed you…”

Cody pressed a kiss into your hair.

Home.

"Me too, sweetheart," he murmured, his voice a deep rumble against your body. Warm lips pressed one last tender kiss to your forehead, lingering there as if committing this moment to memory. The gentle rise and fall of his chest and steady thump of his heartbeat against your ear created a soothing lullaby, pulling you steadily towards sleep.

Just like that, your earlier missteps melted away. Cody's steady presence anchored you once again, making you feel secure in ways you'd never known possible. A different kind of intimacy had blossomed between you tonight— not what you'd originally planned, but something far more meaningful than you could have imagined.

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DM me if you'd like to be tagged for part II (warning; there be smut...) 😈

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[starrylothcat]

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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Dividers by @dystopicjumpsuit

[cc--2224]

This Is Me Trying

Pairing: Cody x Reader

Chapter Summary: You work in the Archive Room at the Jedi temple under Jocasta Nu. You have a tendency to lose yourself in your work, and don't give yourself enough free time for yourself or to see friends, so it's only natural for her to step in when Commander Cody pays the Archive Room a visit.

Warnings: Alcohol mentions and Jocasta being a menace (affectionate), tiny bit of miscommunication but it gets resolved like immediately

Notes: This is going to be a multi-chapter fic, I've been working on it for almost an entire year and still not done lmaoo I have a few chapters done here and there but please be patient with updates :)

Word Count: ~4.6k

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The day started out easy, simple, just as every day before it. You woke up to artificial light streaming in the window, the daily signal it was time to start getting ready. It wasn’t hard to pull yourself out of bed, it meant you would be heading to a job you enjoyed. Not many people on Coruscant could say that. 

It was a little strange, working for the Jedi when you weren’t one yourself, but with the ongoing war stretching their resources thin, Jocasta Nu had requested help from outside the Order in the Archive Room. The rest of the Jedi were a bit hesitant about it, while they had employed many people at the temple who weren’t part of the Order, those employees had all been tenured before the war had even started, not to mention most of them being in charge of things like maintenance and transportation, rather than something like the Jedi Archive Room, so there wasn’t the same issue of trust. Even after you had gone through all the testing and interviews to even get a chance at working there, there was still some hesitation. Lucky for you, Jocasta was a good judge of character, and the council trusted her, although it wasn’t unusual for them to make the trip to the Archive Room to see how it was going whenever they could. 

Once you had gotten to know them, they began to trust you, and you them. You weren’t necessarily their friends, it would take a while for the more serious members of the council like Ki Adi Mundi or Mace Windu to see you as anything less than a threat, but for those like Obi-Wan Kenobi or even Yoda who already frequented the Archive Room, you were at least on amicable terms. 

You enjoyed learning about the Jedi and their history, there were some areas that were off limits to you, which you could understand, but overall, you found your job relaxing. It was easy enough work, you primarily organized the holobooks or helped people find things they were looking for, in truth a droid could have easily done your work for you, but you enjoyed it and Jocasta seemed to like having company while the Jedi were gone. You often found yourself getting lost in everything you did. There were many times where Jocasta had to remind you that you didn't need to stay there all night when you lost track of time. 

You liked being surrounded by the people who typically ventured to the Archive Room, meeting all the younglings who were excited to start their training and padawans who were running errands for their masters. You probably spent more time at the temple than you did at home, but you didn’t see any issue with that. Jocasta made a few comments about how often you were there, but you had always assured her that you were happy to spend so much time there. 

If there was one complaint you had, it was that it didn’t pay enough for an apartment topside, but you figured you’d have to be a senator to make nearly enough for that. So instead, you made your little shoebox, which was only a couple levels down, seem like home, ignoring the noisiness of the neighbours and the railspeeders that rattled the walls. The only real grievance for you was that you had to leave early in the day to arrive on time.

It was quiet in the temple when you arrived there that day. You went straight to the Archive Room and greeted Jocasta before returning to the holobooks you had left to reorganize the previous day. 

You had heard someone enter and speak to Jocasta, you didn't hear what they had asked for, but based on how their voice sounded, it was a clone. 

The clones were still somewhat of a mystery to you, you understood why the Jedi relied on them, but you hadn't really gotten to know them well enough to know what they were really like. If they all were truly the same or if they just looked the same. You could admit that there was a part of you that was slightly intimidated by them, all you had really known about them was that they were created to provide aid in the war, so you had assumed from that small piece of information that they must have all been stoic soldiers. You knew it wasn’t a fair generalization, but you had never been in a situation where you could get to know any of them. As much as you had wanted to get to know them, to change the idea of them that had been planted in your head, your paths had never crossed before.

You had been so lost in your thoughts about them that you didn't even notice the same clone standing beside you until he cleared his throat to get your attention, causing you to jolt slightly.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you." he said, a slight smirk on his face.

You looked up at him and smiled in return, he was handsome, his armour was clean though scuffed and scratched from wear. He wasn’t wearing his helmet when he approached you, so you could see that he didn’t really have any features to distinguish himself from the other clones, except for an interesting scar that wrapped around his left eye. You realized you had just been staring at him without actually answering, so you quickly remedied that, "No, not at all, I was just lost in thought, I didn't notice you. Can I help you?"

"I hope so," He showed you a datapad with a list of different titles on it, all holobooks covering different topics, "General Kenobi sent me to retrieve these. I don't even know where to start." 

You found it odd that Master Kenobi would send someone else to the Archive Room for him, normally he wouldn't hesitate to browse the archives himself. You figured that he must have his hands tied with everything going on.

You read over the list again, "These shouldn't be too hard to find." 

You led him all over the Archive Room pulling the different holobooks out and placing them on a hover cart, you almost had to laugh at how many Master Kenobi wanted. 

“I don’t think I’ve seen you around here before.” You pointed out as you took the first book from the list off the shelf, placing it on a hovercart that followed you as you walked.

“No, this is my first time here, but I’d like to fix that. They’ve got a library like this in Tipoca City, where I’m from, that I spend some time in when I’m there, but this one is probably double the size.”

You smiled when you glanced over to see him taking everything in, but you then went back to your search. “The Jedi Archives can definitely be overwhelming if you don’t know where you’re looking.”

As you walked, you got to talking, as much as you could without disturbing the others there. He was kind, funny, not at all what you were expecting, but you weren't complaining. You learned he was a commander of his battalion; you didn't really know what all that entailed but you knew it was important. You had stolen a few glances at him as he spoke, there definitely was something that stood out about him that you couldn't really place, but talking to him did seem to alleviate the intimidation you felt.

There were at least fifteen books on the cart by the time you got through the list, and two that were missing, after a quick search, you figured out they had already been taken out.

"Well, I'm sure this will tide him over for now." The clone said as you brought him over to the desk.

You logged each of the books into the computer, then looked over at him.

"Will Master Kenobi be the one returning these? I just need to put the order under someone's name."

"You can put it under my name. Cody, or CC-2224, whichever you need." 

"Cody's fine." You told him. "As for the other two books, I can bring them to you when they're returned."

"Sure, that would be helpful, thank you." 

You nodded at him and finished inputting all the information, "You're all set."

"Perfect." He picked up all the holos, then looked at you again, "Thanks again, for all your help, uh-"

You told him your name and gave him a smile. "I guess I'll see you soon, then."

He nodded then walked toward the exit as you returned to the shelf you had been working on. 

Jocasta strolled over to you after you had returned to your pile of books.

"Did he find everything Obi-Wan was looking for?"

"Almost, there were a couple books that had been borrowed already, but I'll deliver them to him when they're back."

"Odd that Obi-Wan wouldn't have come himself." 

"I thought the same, but I guess he must be pretty busy right now."

She nodded, "I suppose you're right. All the same, it’s rare to see any of the clones visit us, I’ve never seen Commander Cody here before, I wonder if we'll be seeing him more." You noticed Jocasta had a somewhat amused look on her face, but you ignored it.

She began walking away after that, and you looked toward her for a moment, then returned your gaze back to the books thinking about what she said. He did say he’d like to fix his absence here, and it wouldn't be such a bad thing if he decided to visit more, you thought to yourself with a smile.

But of course, that wasn't the case, much to your disappointment. The remaining holobooks arrived back in the Archive Room a few days after his initial visit, but when you had asked one of the Jedi where you might find Obi-Wan or Cody, you learned they were currently off-world and weren’t likely to return any time soon. You decided to put the two books back on the shelf, but secretly hoped you would hear of their return before anyone else could take them out.

The next few weeks, you found you were often on your toes. Watching each patron as they entered the Archive Room. If you took a break, you found yourself observing any clones you saw, checking if any of them were Cody. Your defence was only that you wanted to make sure he received his books, but there was a part of you that just wanted to see him again. 

It wasn’t until around another month later that Jocasta approached you when you arrived for work in the morning.

“I have just received word that Master Kenobi and his clone troopers have arrived on Coruscant.” 

All of your energy was spent on not allowing your face to light up. “That’s great news.”

“Yes, and I believe those holobooks he asked for have been back for some time, would you mind delivering them? Normally I would just have a droid do it, but I’m afraid they have their scheduled maintenance this morning.”

There was some kind of expression on her face that you couldn’t place. It almost looked mischievous. Like she knew too much. But you ignored it and nodded at her request. “Of course, I’ll go find them now.”

You put your small rucksack in a secure space and pulled the holobooks that had long been requested from the shelf, setting out to deliver them.

In truth, you didn't fully know where you were going. The temple wasn’t unfamiliar to you, but there was still much you had never seen, and you didn’t know where Obi-Wan or Cody would be if they weren’t on a mission. You knew the Jedi Council Room would have been off-limits to you, but you figured it was a good place to at least look for Obi-Wan. 

As luck would have it, as soon as you neared the Council Room, you saw Obi-Wan exiting followed by a few of the other Jedi. You quickened your pace to try and catch them.

"Excuse me, Master Kenobi?" You called out, getting his attention.

He and the others paused so you could catch up. 

"What can I do for you?" He asked.

"I have the last two holobooks you had asked for."

He raised an eyebrow, "Cody brought me all the books I requested some time ago."

You were equally confused, "But he... the list he brought me had two books on it that we didn't have available."

You looked at the two holos in your hands then spoke again, "Well, maybe I was mistaken. I'm sorry to bother you." 

"It's no bother," He said, "Though I'd hate to think you were waiting all this time to deliver those books only to bring them back. Why don't we go find Cody and we'll sort this out?"

You thought about protesting, but eventually agreed. 

Obi-Wan excused himself from the other Jedi, and the two of you began to walk toward one of the briefing rooms.

In the distance, you spotted what you recognized to be Cody's armour walking into one of the side rooms.

Something churned in your stomach, nerves? You didn't consider yourself to be a nervous person, but for some reason the idea of seeing Cody again left you with butterflies. 

Obi-Wan typed something into the keypad next to the door and it opened, he took a step in and gestured for you to follow.

"Commander Cody, I believe our friend has something of yours."

He stood at the projector table in the middle of the room, looking at Obi-Wan then glancing at you.

"I have those last two holobooks you requested." You said with as much of a smile as you could muster through the confusion.

His eyes widened slightly, realizing you must have already tried giving them to Obi-Wan. "May I speak with you? Outside?"

You heard Obi-Wan chuckle beside you as Cody practically dragged you out of the room.

"So, these aren't for Master Kenobi?" You asked, already knowing the answer.

"Well, no." He answered, bringing his hand up to rest on the back of his neck.

"So why did you tell me they were?" You weren't angry, you honestly just wanted to know what was going on.

His relief showed when he realized you weren't upset.

"It's... kind of an interesting story."

You raised an eyebrow, waiting for him to continue.

"I originally had only intended to get the books that General Kenobi requested, but when I spoke to Mistress Nu, she suggested I ask for these books too, to be honest, I've already read them."

Your eyebrows furrowed; his explanation left you with even more confusion.

"Why would Jocasta suggest books she knew were checked out?"

His tone lowered as if he was worried what he said next was going to offend you, "From what she told me, she thought it'd be a chance for you to talk to someone other than her and the other Jedi. And she figured you'd deliver them yourself, so it gets you out of the Archive Room for a bit." He paused, waiting for you to answer, when you didn't, he continued. "You can ask her, but I wouldn't lie to you."

"N-No I believe you. That's the worst part." You could feel yourself blushing slightly. Jocasta had set you up, and suddenly all her amused and mischievous glances made sense. She had done this only once before and it never got this far, so you assumed this was her telling you that she wanted you to branch out, or to put it more bluntly – to get a life. You sighed quietly.

"Well, I'm sorry she dragged you into this. I won't bother you again." You began to walk away, feeling completely embarrassed. 

"Wait, I... wasn't finished."

You stopped and looked back at him.

"It's just, well, she thought we should get to know each other so, maybe we could. Do you have any plans this evening?"

"After I'm finished here, I usually just go right home."

"I have some free time later, the boys and I usually go out for a few drinks in our off time, you could come with us if you'd like."

You could swear you could see the tips of his ears turn pink.

"Sure, that sounds fun." You smiled.

"Great, it's a date. Why don’t you meet me out front when you’re done here, we’ll go together."

Now it was your turn to blush again. You muttered a quiet "okay" before turning and heading back to the Archive Room, ready to give Jocasta an earful.

Jocasta didn’t apologize for any of her scheming when you came back to the Archive Room. She knew the jig was up, but all she did was smile and say “Is it really that bad?”

But you made sure to inform her just how embarrassing it was to go through all that.

“I’m sorry I embarrassed you,” She began, “But really, Commander Cody is such a catch, and I knew the two of you would be fine with getting to know one another. Jedi intuition.”

She seemed overjoyed at the fact that you had agreed to meet Cody for drinks after work, and she told you that you could leave early and start the next day as late as you needed to.

You rolled your eyes, and smiled at her. As embarrassing as it was, it had been a long time since you had been on a date, or even seen a friend. She was just as excited as you were.

Later that day, you had finished up your work and headed out. You were feeling nervous now that the time had come, and you considered bailing all together, but Jocasta absolutely would not have let you stay longer than your designated end time. 

You took a deep breath and walked out of the Archive Room, and then left the temple. The sun was just beginning to set, the air was clean and cool, and speeders flew past in the sky lanes, full of people who were in a hurry to get home. You waited out by one of the statues at the bottom of the stairs near the landing port, fighting the urge to look for Cody. Although, you didn’t even need to wait for him at all, soon enough you could hear footsteps approaching you.

“I hope Mistress Nu didn’t have to force you to leave.” He said, smiling at you.

“Only a little.” You returned the smile. 

“Thanks again, for agreeing to come out tonight, I think it’ll be a good time.”

“Thank you for inviting me. I’m sorry again for what Jocasta did… I never would have thought that-“

“You don’t need to apologize, I promise.” He reassured you. “Now, shall we get going?”

You nodded and followed him to the landing port and waited as he hailed a taxi.

When you both sat down in the cab, Cody advised the droid driver that you were going to 79’s and it piqued your interest.

“I don’t think I’ve heard of that place before.” You told him.

“Not surprising, it’s a clone bar.” He saw your eyes widen slightly and he laughed, “Don’t worry, you’re not intruding, lots of folks go there.”

The drive was silent. You felt yourself becoming more nervous, now that you were en route, and when you looked over at Cody, he almost looked nervous too. 

Soon enough, you had arrived. Cody got out first and held the door for you as you joined him.

There were clusters of men all around the outside of the bar, some in armour, some in Republic uniforms, but all clones. They looked quizzically at you and Cody before returning to their conversations.

“See? No one minds you being here.”

He smiled at you once more then guided you into the club, keeping his hand hovering over your back ever so slightly, just enough to guide you through the crowds and guide you to his usual table.

There were three men already seated at the table Cody led you to, all wearing blue and white armour. 

“Who’s this?” One of them asked when you approached. He had a tattoo of a number five on his temple.

Cody told them your name, “She’s a friend of mine. Works at the Temple.”

“A friend of yours?” Another asked quizzically with a smirk on his face, he had a blue handprint on his armour. 

Cody rolled his eyes. “Anyway…” He gestured to the first one that spoke, “This is Fives,” His hand continued to the one with the handprint, “Echo,” he finished at the third one who hadn’t spoken, he had blond hair that was shaved nearly to the scalp. “And Captain Rex.”

“Nice to meet you all,” you told them with a smile, they smiled back. 

“I’m going to go get a drink,” Cody announced, then looked at the others sternly, “Be nice.”

You weren’t sure what he meant by that, but the moment he turned his back, Fives and Echo leaned forward in perfect unison, you had a vague understanding.

“So, you're friends with the commander, are you?” Fives asked, now adopting a smirk of his own.

“I mean, I guess so.” You replied, “I haven’t really known him that long.”

“Well then you must know he has never brought a girl here before.” Echo stated.

“No, I didn’t know that… is that important?”

You were back to questioning if you should be here at all.

“Who knows? It might be.” Fives shrugged. But before either of them could say anything else, Rex had chimed in.

“Boys, enough. Cody wouldn’t be impressed if you two scared his friend away.” He turned to you, “Sorry about them, they don’t know how to mind their own business.”

You laughed quietly, “Oh, it was really no problem.”

“You work at the temple? Are you a Jedi?” Rex asked.

“No, I just work under Jocasta Nu in the Archive Room. That’s where I met Cody.” 

Before either of them could continue to grill you, Cody returned with a drink on each hand and set one down in front of you before climbing into the booth next to you.

“I didn’t know what you’d like, so this is just the special tonight.”

“Thank you, but you didn’t have to get me a drink.”

He shrugged and smiled at you, “I figured if these two have already begun to ask you questions, alcohol was needed.”

You took a sip of the colourful drink in front of you, it was sweet and fruity, if you didn’t know better, you wouldn’t have even known it was alcoholic. 

As the night went on, you got to know the others a bit better. The questions they had for you didn’t seem to go away, but you at least got a few in to ask them. 

Fives and Echo played off each other, they seemed mischievous, but you could tell by how they spoke about being in the 501st, they were proud and incredibly serious when it came to their duty.

Rex was kind, he seemed more straight-laced than the others, even more than Cody, despite what he had said of the chaos his general liked to unleash. You didn’t know Anakin Skywalker well, but you had a hard time believing that someone trained by Master Kenobi could be so rambunctious.

Before you knew it, it had gotten to be later than you intended to stay out. Your vision blurred slightly and you could feel your head buzzing, both attributed to the number of glasses in front of you.

You let out an involuntary yawn. “I’m sorry, guys, I should probably be getting home. It’s late and I have to work tomorrow, but it was nice meeting you.”

“Likewise,” Rex told you with a smile.

“I hope we’ll be seeing you here again soon,” Echo told you, and you didn’t notice his glance shift to Cody.

Cody got out of the booth, and helped you out, holding you steady as you wobbled finding your feet.

“I should help you get home.” Cody suggested.

“No, it’s okay, you stay here and have fun.” You protested.

“I’d feel much more comfortable knowing you got home safely.”

You knew it was pointless to argue further, so you reluctantly agreed. He waved to his brothers and offered you his arm as he led you out of the building. 

When you got outside, you breathed deeply, letting the cool nighttime air wash over you before walking toward the landing port to hail a cab. 

“They really liked you.” Cody told you, breaking the silence. 

“They seem fun, I liked them too.” You smiled up at him. “Thank you for inviting me.” 

“Of course, I hope it helps Mistress Nu get off your case a bit.”

“I have a feeling I still won’t hear the end of it from her. I’ll have to tell her all about it tomorrow, and I’m sure the second I do, she’ll be asking when the next date is.”

Cody raised an eyebrow and smiled slightly. “Will there be a next one?”

Before you could answer, the cab pulled up to the port and Cody helped you inside, before climbing in beside you. Once you told the droid your address, you were silent for the entire trip.

He didn’t force an answer from you, but your silence was worrying him that he crossed a line. 

You watched out the window as the cab made its way toward your apartment complex. You weren’t far from the bar, but far enough that you would have likely been uncomfortable getting home alone at this hour. 

When the cab stopped, you handed a few credits to the driver before getting out with Cody in tow. 

“Can I walk you to your door?” He asked carefully once you were outside, not wanting to come across as overbearing.

“I’d like that.” You nodded. His relief was imperceptible, and he offered you his arm once again to help with your balance.

The turbolift up to your floor was silent, and whenever you were about to say something, to answer his earlier question, another person got on or off. You noticed a few of them even refused to get on the elevator once they noticed the clone that accompanied you. You knew from when you moved in that some of your neighbours were a bit sketchy, but having Cody with you definitely made you feel a bit safer around the shadier ones. 

Finally, you arrived at your floor, and with a short walk from the lift, you were at your door. You inhaled when you started typing in the code to your keypad lock, and then turned to Cody.

“I’d like there to be a next one.” You blurted out.

“What?” He asked, not sure he heard you right.

“A second date. If you want. I’d like to see you again.”

He gave you a genuine smile, once again feeling relieved. “I would like that a lot.” 

“Okay good.” You felt yourself blush, “It would have been really embarrassing if you didn’t.”

“I wouldn’t have asked if I didn’t want to. Maybe next time it’ll just be me and you, would that be alright?”

You smiled at him and leaned in, standing on your toes slightly to kiss his cheek. “I’d like that.” 

His eyes widened slightly for a moment at the contact before he relaxed. “Great. I’ll come see you in the Archives soon, we can figure something out then. For now, you should get some rest.”

You nodded, “Thank you again for a great night.” When he nodded in response, you entered your unit before closing the door behind you. 

For once, you were thankful for Jocasta’s meddling. Maybe it wasn’t really her business, but you knew she did so out of kindness, and this time it actually paid off.

[cyarikasmoon]

Good Girl

Commander Cody x Reader

Summary: When out for drinks with Commander Cody, things take an interesting turn…

Pairing: Commander Cody x f!reader

Word Count: 2,620

Warnings: smut, fingering, vaginal fingering, public sex, semi-public sex, accidental voyeurism , finger sucking, drinking, praise

Divider by: @freesia-writes & @lornaka

A/N: Request for my lovely friend @mrs2224 ! Hope they enjoy! X

You break your gaze from across the room to look at the person standing in front of you. A clone stands there, armour white and fresh and new. A shiny. Complete with the standard regulation haircut and the arrogance of a clone fresh out of the tube and having just landed on Coruscant.

“I have one, thanks though.” You raise the thin glass holding your cocktail as you lean against the bar.

“Looking pretty empty though. Let me order you another.”

You press your lips into a fine line and you try not to roll your eyes as the Shiny rests his elbow on the bar, smirking down at you. You turn away to face the bartender and hold up two fingers. The droid nods and moves away to prepare making the order. You had only planned on waiting for one more drink but this annoying encounter was proving you were going to need a few drinks in your system tonight.

“I am capable of doing that myself.” You state simply, downing the remaining dregs of your cocktail and putting the glass down.

Once the glass hits the counter, the Shiny takes your hand, thumb rubbing the top of it as he holds it in his grasp and you bristle. You glance up at him, irritation obvious with how you grimace.

“C’mon, there’s no need to be like that. Haven’t you ever wanted to be with one of the troopers that are protecting the Republic?” He drawled out, fully laying it on thick and you can only glare at him, patient now having worn thin.

“You’ve barely just left Kamino, tubie.” You sigh and rip your hand away when his grip loosens, his eyebrows scrunched up in confusion with how you know that terminology.

“How do you-?” He begins to ask and your drinks arrive and are placed on the counter.

One is a repeat of the cocktail you had just finished and the other was a short glass of Corellian whiskey served neat. The Shiny’s face crumples up more in confusion at the different drink orders and you roll your eyes then.

“Look over there.” You nod your head into the direction you had been originally staring at.

The Shiny turns to look at a booth in the corner of the bar, in the low lighting but you watch as his eyes widen slightly. His face pales as he takes in the armour the colour of a sun, his bucket resting on the table so you can see the dark eyes staring at you and the Shiny; brows furrowed, long scar on his temple creasing slightly with his dark but still composed expression. He drums his fingers on the table as he watches. You smile at him before turning back to the Shiny, face full of annoyance yet again.

“Even though my boyfriend is the Marshal Commander of the 212th and I know you’re terrified of what he’s going to do.” You start off with, paying the droid and picking up the drinks. “But do know that I am quite easily capable of taking care of myself. He’s made sure I know how to do that.”

The Shiny stutters, trying to find his words to try and explain himself, apologise to you, apologise to the Commander focusing in on this interaction, to the droid behind the bar. You smile sweetly at him, forcing the expression.

“But remember this, if someone says no, respect it.”

You state simply before turning and walking away from the bar and back to the booth, the music drowning out the stuttering Shiny’s words. Commander Cody’s eyes follow you the whole way and as you get closer you notice the dark look in them, the brewing storm that's there even though he keeps his expression neutral. But you know he wasn't impressed with that Shiny’s brazen manner as his fingers continue to drum against the table in a slow methodical fashion.

You slide into the booth and his arm immediately comes around your waist, pulling you close to him. You let out a low startled squeak at how you're pulled around the curved leather of the booth so you're snug against his side.

“You took longer than I thought to get those drinks.” His voice is low as he murmurs into your ear.

You sigh, a smile playing on your lips and you cuddle closer into his side.

“Sorry, there was a poor little Shiny that seemed to have lost his way.” Your murmur, crossing your leg over the other as you get comfy in the booth with him. Your dress rides up your thighs slightly.

He hums softly at that answer, turning forward again and picking up his glass of Corellian whiskey with his left hand and his right moves to rest on your thigh.

“That’s a pity. Did my girl help him?” He muses softly, sipping his whiskey, this thumb rubbing slow and soft against your exposed flesh.

“I told him to get lost pretty much.” You smile to yourself, thighs clenching slightly with how he grips you. “And to learn some manners.”

He chuckles softly. “That’s my girl.”

Your face flushes red at the praise but then your blush blooms as he moves his hand in between your thighs, forcing them to uncross.

“He was terrified when he spotted you.” You whisper to him, voice low and breathy. “The great Commander Cody.”

His grip on your thigh tightens as you watch him smirk, raising an eyebrow. You feel a rush of heat flow through your abdomen.

“He had every right to be scared.” He moves his hand to force your thighs to spread now and your breath falters. “I’ll look for his CT number and Commanding Officer tomorrow.”

“Why not tonight?” You ask but you already know the answer.

You saw the answer in his eyes as you were walking over. You saw the answer with how his fingers move between your thighs and now brush against your panties. Your breath hitches, trying to act normal but you can already feel yourself starting to get wet down there. There would be no time for paperwork and searching through security footage tonight.

“Take these off for me?” He asks so politely, voice so calm and collected as the pads of his fingers brush against the lacy material. “These are your nice new ones, no sense in ruining them tonight is there?”

“No.” You breathe out and the sudden pressure has a whimper escaping your lips. “No, Sir.”

“Good girl.” Oh, thank the stars you were already sitting down. This was the Cody you were entertaining tonight it seems.

You’re nodding, wriggling in your seat as he moves his hand away. You move a hand under your dress to grab the waistband of the black lacy panties and slide them down your smooth bare legs and hook them off over your heels. Cody takes the small piece of fabric and immediately pockets them into a small compartment on his plastoid armour. You shoot him an incredulous look and he simply shrugs.

“For safekeeping.” He replies as if it was the most obvious answer in the world.

You go to reply but quickly silence yourself to prevent noise from leaving you as you feel a finger trace between your folds.

“Wet already, hm?” He chuckles low and all you can do is sit there still as he runs his fingers over your wet cunt. “Did you miss me that much?”

“Always.” You whisper, trying to control your heavy breathing at this moment.

Stars, he was doing this right in the middle of the bar. But it wasn’t... Not really. No one would know what was happening unless they focused in on the booth you were both in. The lighting was low and the patrons were either too busy drinking or dancing.

“Don’t want that little Shiny to help you?” He coos, breath hitting your ear and you can't help but let out a tiny whine.

“No! Don’t want him.” You turn to look at him, he’s so close your noses are almost touching. “Want you, Sir.”

His eyes glance down to your lips for a split second before he’s kissing you. His presence is strong and powerful and he kisses you long and sweet and you melt into his embrace. As you lower your guard at this moment, is when his fingers press against your clit, rubbing it slowly.

You gasp out a moan, he silences it as kisses deep, his tongue swiping against yours.

“Now, now.” He kisses the corner of your mouth, moving to your jaw. “Can’t have you making those pretty sounds for everyone to hear.”

He kisses along your jaw and you breath heavily as you try to stay quiet. “We can't have everyone know how desperate you are for me.”

He gathers the wetness from between your folds and drags it up to your clit, his fingers rubbing in slow agonising circles. You can’t help but whine quietly, squirming from where you sit in the leather booth. Your eyes dart around the bar, on edge that you’re being watched. No one pays attention but it’s then you see the Shiny from earlier walking past and he casts a glance over, still looking embarrassed.

As he glances over at you, a finger sinks inside of your wet heat and you gasp, a moan escaping you. Cody continues to kiss along your jaw but you’re aware of how he tilts his head, he’s looking at the Shiny as well. The flustered clone’s eyes widen and he watches for one second, two, and then he's quickly turning and moving through the crowd in a clumsy manner to escape this encounter.

You feel Cody chuckle and you let out a shy giggle. That poor Shiny… Commander Cody wasn’t one to share or take lightly to someone trying to go after his girl. You bite your lip, eyes rolling back and closing as he sinks another finger into your wet cunt. You're becoming even more aware of the slick noises coming from under the table as two of his thick fingers pump in and out of you.

While you’re clenching around his fingers as he pushes them in and out, he sits back and picks up his glass of whiskey, sipping it with a hum of satisfaction. Your face is flushed as you glance at him with wide eyes, hips rocking to meet with his thrusts.

“You look so gorgeous like this, you know?” He comments easily, his eyes glancing back over to you and taking in your desperate movements, your flushed face and with how your dress has ridden up he can just see how his fingers disappear inside you. “My good girl…”

“Yes Sir.” You respond instantly, head feeling hazy and in that moment you don't care where you are, you just need him. You need Cody. You need- “I’m close.. ‘m so close…”

As you breathe these words out, a shudder leaves you as he curls his fingers just right, and oh, it feels so right. A glint in his eyes and an amused smile and you know you’re done for.

“Please… Please, let me cum.” You whisper, your hand now clinging onto his forearm covered in plastoid armour still.

He doesn’t say anything but he sips his whiskey and simply speeds up his movements. He sits there effortlessly, looking as if he is relaxing and enjoying his drink. No one else aware of how he is making you fall apart into a drenched mess as he fucks you deep with his fingers under the table.

You’re quietly gasping, trying to stay quiet, trying to stay good, not wanting to bring attention to your booth. Everything was too much, you thought as you felt your stomach tighten, the knot there too much. You were hot and dizzy and coiled up and everything felt too much, too tight as you clamp around his fingers.

You open your mouth to beg again when he shoves his fingers in deep for a final time, curling his digits in you just how you like and, stars above, his thumb pushes on your clit. Everything snaps and the whimper that leaves your parted lips is louder than you would've liked but he caught you off guard in that moment and he knew it.

He watches you, eyes dark and pupils blown wide as you fall apart and soak his fingers. You clench around them as your body ripples with the orgasm that is pulled from you suddenly. Your eyes close and you slump back against the booth as he gently rocks his fingers, helping you work through it. You feel his fingers leave your sex and you open your eyes to find them in front of your lips and you shyly take two of his fingers into your mouth, licking your juices off and cleaning him up.

“My good girl.” He murmurs, voice hoarse. “My good fucking girl…”

You let go of his fingers and your chest still moves heavy as you try and regain some composure, aware of the wet mess between your thighs. He downs the rest of his drink and cups your cheek and pulls you close to kiss you deeply.

You can taste the spicy, warm whiskey on his tongue. The slight tang of your cum. You taste him. You lose yourself in him at that moment.

“Cody…” You whisper softly, opening your eyes gently and see him.

“You did so good for me.” He presses another kiss to your lips and looks over you. “Are you doing okay? How are you feeling?”

You smile up at him, feeling loose and happy and gooey as you lean into his hand that still rests on your cheek. His thumb slowly strokes your cheekbone and you nod slowly before you can find your words.

“Good… That was so good. Didn’t expect it but it was so good.” You grin up at him, cheeks heating up slightly again as his lips quirk up.

“Yeah? Well…” His hand moves slightly down your cheek and his thumb drags across your bottom lip. “Does my good girl want more?”

You nod embarrassingly fast. You had already cum hard in this booth once but stars was he addictive. You couldn't get enough of him. There were so many out there with his likeness, like that Shiny from before but there was no one who brought you to life like he did. Your Cody.

He smiles at your adorable reactions and he lets go of your face to your dismay. He picks up the thin glass with your cocktail, still sitting untouched and he passes it to you.

“Now, you’re going to take a moment. You’re going to drink this cocktail and once you’re done…” He nods his head towards the fresher in the corner of the bar. “Come find me.”

“Yes Sir.” You can’t help but grin up at him as he rises out of his seat.

“That’s my girl.”

He flashes you a smile one final time before leaving his bucket on the table for you to bring with you before walking through the patrons at the bar. Most move instinctively out of the way for the Marshal Commander. The man adorned in the colour of the sun and carrying so much grace and power on his shoulders.

All you can do is stare at his departing figure before you remember the drink in your hand and you quickly take long sips. The certain cocktail you had was one that was meant to be savoured and ingested slowly. The speed at which you drank it was not preferred but…

Your Commander was waiting.

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Whether it was the heat, the sand, or maybe it was the aches from old wounds you suffered throughout your less than glorious career as a salvager, but everything in your body was screaming at you to stop and making walking that much harder. Your feet felt as though they were being dragged through sand. You stopped walking and looked down at the sand surrounding your feet. Right. You were walking through sand, it felt like you’d been walking through it for a millennia, and you’d be beyond happy if you never see another rock, bramble, or desert, beach, anything containing sand for a long long time. 

God, how could there be so much sand, you shifted your clothes, feeling the little grains in between your clothes. 

“Don’t fall behind.”

You glanced up to look at Cody, glaring at your relatively new companion, “Does it look like I’m falling behind?” You asked exhausted, annoyed, and at the end of your tether.

“Yes. Hence why I said, don’t fall behind.” He chuckled as he started walking again, shaking his head. When he went awol from the Empire, the last thing he ever expected was to be found floating adrift, in the ship he had absconded with; and regardless of how much effort he put into fixing the derelict spacecraft nothing helped. The hyperdrive was damaged beyond repair, and if it hadn’t been for you showing up, trying to salvage what you could, he would’ve been dead now. For that alone he would be eternally grateful.

A sigh escaped your lips as you kept trudging behind him, “You know the only reason I’m here is because you owe me for saving your life, and you said you needed to find your friend, and once you found your friend you’d be able to pay me back. However, in all that fancy talk, not once did you mention anything about trudging through this gods-forsaken wasteland of a planet. Which is not my idea of you paying me back.”

He let out a laugh, as he stopped and turned to look at you, “Cyar’ika, you know I’m good for it. I promise, I will pay you back, and I will even try and help you find your brother.”

You let out another sigh of resignation, “Fine, whatever. I’ll choose to believe in you.”

“There’s the spirit.”

“Who are you looking for anyway? I mean I know you said a friend, but if your friend is all the way out in the recesses of human cohabitation maybe they don’t want to be found. Ever thought of that?”

Cody just hummed. Truth was that ever since he heard the rumour that Obi-wan might be alive, all he wanted, no, all he needed was to find out if that was true. He needed to know he hadn’t killed his General, the man he looked up to, the man who … opened his eyes to a world he never expected. 

“I have cyar’ika and honestly …” he stood on the ridge of the dune, the Jundland Wastes of Tatooine laying there before him, “it scares me to know that he might not want to see me. Things … didn’t end well between us, the last time we saw each other.”

You stood beside him as you looked out at the wasteland, “What happened?”

“I tried to kill him.”

Silence filled the air between the both of you, shock and surprise radiating off you, “Oh.”

“I wasn’t in my right mind … doesn’t excuse what I did, regardless.”

“So you’re … hoping for what? Forgiveness?”

“Maybe. Or maybe I’m just hoping that we can eventually make it back to just being friends. He was like a brother to me. Clones take brotherhood very seriously, and I betrayed his trust.”

“But you said you weren’t in your right mind.”

“Doesn’t change the fact I gave the order to fire.”

Your eyes took in Cody’s countenance, he looked apprehensive, his hands were balled into fists, his shoulder was squared off, everything about him screamed he was either getting ready to fight or he was scared. You slowly reached over and held his hand, moving his fingers away from the tightened fist. 

He glanced down as he felt your fingers loosening his, he couldn’t help smile as his eyes slowly met yours. It was a simple gesture, and that meant more to him than anything he’d ever experienced before. 

“If he is as good a friend as you say he was, and he viewed you as a brother too, it might take some time, but I’m sure he’ll forgive you eventually.”

“I hope you’re right, cyar’ika.”

You couldn’t help the smile that appeared on your lips, “You will have to tell me what that means eventually.”

“No, I don’t.”

“Mmm, yeah, you do. Especially if you want to keep flying in my ship,” you laughed, your smile slowly fading. “Is that why you didn’t want to fly the ship out here, afraid he’d hear the engines and go into hiding?”

“Yeah.”

You gave a slight nod in understanding, at least you were able to leave your ship with someone you trusted. If only your speeders actually lasted for the whole trip, your legs wouldn’t have been feeling like they were about to fall off. 

“What do you think? Camp for the night here, and then make our way into the labyrinth of the Jundland Wastes? Or should we just try and see what we can find before night falls?”

“No, let’s camp …” he pulled out his binocs and searched the area, he pointed to an elevated rock face, the ridge line looked flat enough, “that should work, and provide us with an unobstructed view.”

“Alright,” you nodded, “lead on.” You adjusted your pack, pulling your hand away from his, following him to the campsite.

It wasn’t long before you both had set up your camp, you were finishing up the stew you were making for dinner, when your eyes fell on Cody, sitting on the edge of the cliff, his feet dangling over the edge. You passed him a bowl as you sat beside him, “What are you thinking?”

Cody smiled as he looked at you, he reached up and gently wiped away some dust and dirt from your hike, “I’ve always dreamed of watching a sunset like this, but I never thought it would’ve been possible.” He focused back on the twin setting suns, “It’s beautiful.”

Your eyes simply focused on his face, and the smile he had on his lips, your heart clenched in your chest, your breath quickened, as you watched him enjoy his freedom, feeling so much in that moment. “Yeah, it is.” You whispered, focusing back on your stew, as you both sat in silence eating your dinner, as your knees touched.

Obi-wan watched the two of you from a distance, his thumb and forefinger stroking his beard. A small smile on his lips as he saw his Commander, his friend, his brother-in-arms, happy and not alone.

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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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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!

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“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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Glory

Marshal Commander Cody x fem!Reader

Summary: You are a Republic Naval Captain (Rank just below Admiral Block) and are rather new to the Negotiator. It has been two weeks since you arrived. You will get to know the Marshal Commander and yourself better.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

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Signal Lost (part I of II)

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Who: Commander Cody x f!reader

What: Your first attempt at seducing your boyfriend Cody doesn't quite go as planned.... a little hurt/comfort fluff with a sprinkle of spice, two idiots in love having a misunderstanding trope, implied smut here, but the actual smut will be in part II.

Where: right here on Tumblr

When: Tonight! 7pm EST (Friday, March 28th)

Why: because, Cody.

How: don’t ask, I don’t have a say in where the plot bunnies take me.

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A little sneak below the cut…

“Oh, cyar’ika… ” Cody crumbled, and with such regret, looking at your face with wide puppy dog eyes at your quiet panic. He spotted your robe and grabbed it from its hook on the door. “I’m sorry…we… shouldn’t…” Is he serious? After that, he kept his gaze down. You tightened your arms over your ribs instinctively while eyeing the robe in his hands. As he drew closer, your eyes too dropped to the floor. Then you saw the toes of his boots come into view, and felt the plush fabric of your robe flutter over your back as he gingerly laid it over your shoulders. He’s serious.

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Not so serious troopers

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When it came to dating two clone troopers, there were some stuff that came to having a relationship with clones. Even when it came to how they were ranked in the army, as some of them could be laid back and others were very serious. You had won the hearts of two serious clones in the military, they are Cody and Rex. A relationship that had started off as friendship and natural respect, had soon lead to a whole romantic relationship. When it came to dating them both there were more times when they were serious around you, on working base and romantic base as well. It had soon came to times were you had even seen them relax when they were with you.

Y/n " come in" you were doing some senate work when your office door had beeped, you soon saw 3cpo entered your office.

3cpo " mistress y/n captain rex and commander Cody are here"

y/n " oh please let them in 3cpo"

3cpo " yes mistress the lady said you two can come in" soon rex and Cody had entered your office.

y/n " you are free to go 3cpo and please bring some refreshments for our guest" 3cpo had nod his head and soon walked off, he knew of the relationship between you and the two troopers. It was the same for your brother and some of the closest people to you as well.

rex " hello lady y/n"

y/n " you know it just us three in there you don't have to call me lady y/n or ma'am"

cody " sure" soon Cody and rex had removed their helmets and soon looked at down as they place their helmets and place them down on the coffee table.

y/n " so what do I owe this wonderful visit from my handsome troopers" you soon moved closer to the two as they looked at you, as you gave them each a kiss on their lips.

rex " well we got home last night and came to see you after being gone for so long, after we were given shore leave"

y/n " well I'm happy you two came to see me I really missed you both when you two were gone and my brother along with ashoka and obi-wan"

cody " well you have nothing to worry about as we are both here safe and sound"

y/n " so tell me how was the mission this time" you sat with the two on the couch as 3po had come back with some drinks and some snacks as well.

rex " it was good but took alot of man power to overcome the separatist"

y/n " well I'm happy to have you both home I was worried that many lives were going to be lost on both sides, due the conflict on the planet"

cody " yes there was the worry of lives being lost but thanks to generals and commander we came out good, but there were many who were injured on this conflict soldiers and civilians"

y/n " yes the senate had pass some deals that will help with medical treatment and supplies for the troopers and civilians"

rex " we heard you and padme are to thanked for that along with your friends"

y/n " we all did out work to help make this deal happen as we need to be there for our people and troopers" rex and cody smile toward you as you soon lean back in your seat, rest you head on rex shoulder while holding cody hand in your free hand.

cody " we loving coming to see you"

y/n " why may I ask"

cody " because being with you allow us to find some peace of mind, and allows us to somewhat relax you will listen to our problems and give us love and support"

rex " we always know whatever happens we can come to you, and you will be here for us no doubt in the galaxy we know that is true" you soon smiled at the two troopers as you look at them rex soon kissed you on the lips, and cody kissed you on the forehead.

cody " look we know we are serious doing most of our relationship, but when we are with you we don't feel like we always have to be very serious and can be ourselves"

y/n " aww I love you two and I don't care if you are very serious that what makes something so special about you tow, and I love that truly"

cody " yes beautiful" soon the doors of your office side open very fast, and you soon moved away a bit away from rex and cody. You soon looked up and saw it was your brother, padme, and Ashoka standing there with 3po as well.

y/n " hello everyone"

anakin " hello little sister I came to see you but now I know how, captain rex is speeding his free time"

ashoka " so you are rex and cody special someone"

cody " yes"

rex " well yes kid I'm dating y/n and we have been dating for a while"

Ashoka " don't worry I won't be telling anyone I'm happy for you three"

rex " thank you kid"

padme " well we came to see if you will like to join us for dinner, but knowing rex and cody are with you will they love to join us as well" you soon looked at rex and cody hoping to hear an answer from them.

rex " sure we will love too"

padme " good and don't worry the dinner will be host at my home so there no need to worry"

cody " thank you ma'am" the dinner was wonderful and fun watching cody and rex crack some jokes and tell some stories, with everyone it made you happy to see they were having a good time. The two troopers had spent the night at your place, the tiro was enjoying each other company before they will be separated again for a short or longer time due to the wars and everything else. So everyone cherish these moment knowing it will be longer until you are all back together again.

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Control

Pairing(s): Commander Cody x gn! reader

Tags/warnings: Jedi! reader, taunting, dom! reader, fluff

Word count: 1.1k

Being a commander in the war could be tough at times, but as a co-commander, some of the weight was lifted from your shoulders. You aided in Commander Cody's role in the war, except, it didn't feel like that at times.

Whenever you would attempt to give mission reports or orders to the men, Cody would talk over you and do it himself. It's not like you went to your master, Obi-Wan, and complained about it to him, as he thought you to be as childish as Anakin was. Complaining would only make it worse.

So one day, you decided to confront the clone about it. You'd finished with a briefing and were ready annoy him once you got him alone. "Cody, I need to talk to you, now."

   Complying with your need, he went off to the side with you to have a private conversation. "What seems to be the problem, commander?"

Your crossed your arms and glared at him like your life depended on it. "Oh, we're going to play that game?"

   Cody shrugged just before removing his helmet. "What game—"

"You need to stop talking over me at every briefing and mission report." You snapped. "I've put up with it for way too long and now I'm sick of you treating me the way you do."

"Listen kid." He rolled his eyes. "I wasn't bred in a lab only to share my position with someone. The men listen to me more than they do, you."

"First off, I'm chronologically like five years older than you." You crossed you arms. "So watch who you're calling a kid."

"Excuse me?" He looked at you in shock.

You hid your forming smirk and stepped closer to him, grabbing his chin with your thumb and index finger, forcing his eyes to meet with yours. "You heard me Cody, don't call me a kid anymore, and don't treat me like one. After all, I'm sure that my master wouldn't like to hear about this. Understood?"

"Y-Yes."

"Yes what?"

"Yes... commander." He lowered his voice.

Finally, you released the clone from your grip and turned your back on him. "You know Cody, you don't always have to be in control."

"Wait." He grabbed your wrist, stopping you from walking away. "What was that?"

"What was what?"

"The chin thing."

"You mean this?" You grabbed his chin once more and raised one of your eyebrows. "I uh... I dunno." A blush rose to your cheeks, his eyes locking with yours. "But.. I have to go, I-I'll see you around Cody." With that, you spun around and left the room in a record time. The clone now stared at the exit in which you had left, starstruck.

~

The next few days had been awkward between you and him. Master Kenobi did take note of that, but decided not to ask about it, as he had far more important things to worry about. Cody had improved in sharing the commanding spotlight with you, and sometimes, he'd just let you take control of everything.

  But that was no fun. You began to miss the small arguments with your fellow commander.

Why?

Because that was an excuse to spend more time talking to him. Recently you had been so lost in your thoughts, that you hadn't been able to tell that he felt the same way too, only, he had it worse. The way that you had grabbed his chin and forced him to look at you had only made his desires grow. He was the one in control, and he wanted you to know that, but why had he given in to your demands? Why did he feel vulnerable whenever he caught your gaze from across the room, when he was just standing next to you?

Why did his heart do a flip whenever you talked to him?

As Cody tried to think of the answers to these questions, he subconsciously began walking to your quarters. Now he stood in front of your door in confusion, thinking about what he planned on saying. Once he finally gathered up the courage, he removed his helmet and knocked on your door.

When you opened it, your lips parted and then quickly closed, your eyes shifting down to the helmet tucked between his arm and hip.

"Can I talk to you?" He asked in such a soft tone, a tone that you'd never heard from him before. "Of course, come on in." You moved to the side. He stepped inside and awkwardly waited for you to close the door. You then went to sit on your bed, where you crossed one of your arms and began to pick at the dirt underneath your fingernails. "What's up Cody?"

"Sir- Commander-I mean..." he looked anywhere but at you, his eyes finally resting on your lightsaber which laid on your desk. "I-" he choked on his words, guilt suddenly washing over him. "I actually have to go."

"Sit down." You patted the empty spot besides you. Not wanting to disobey you, he did as told. "What's wrong Cody?" You hesitantly placed a hand on his shoulder in hope that he would relax. Instead, Cody nervously began to tap his fingers against his helmet and bounced his knee. "I..." he croaked. "I can't stop... thinking about you."

You could've sworn to the maker that you heart stopped beating. Slowly, you looked at Cody, trying to make sure you heard that right. "Y-you can't stop thinking about me?— I can't stop thinking about you."

His eyes instantly locked with yours, head shaking in disbelief. "Why? I'm... just a clone. I'm nothing special—"

"Don't say that." You hesitantly reached a hand towards his cheek. "You're special to me. You're important to me, Cody. You get on my nerves sometimes, but I still... I still like you."

The side of his face nuzzled into your touch, almost as if he were melting under the warmth of your hand. Your thumb grazed against the bottom of the jagged scar that curved around his eye, a frown on your face. "Why do you think that?"

Cody slowly leaned in closer to you, breath shallow. "I share the exact DNA with millions of men."

"But you're not all the same." You began to lean in too. "You're a commander, a leader... you take care of your men, you take care of my master and I... don't ever let anyone tell you that you're the exact same as every other clone— you're in control of the person you want to be, Cody."

You were right. He was in control of the person he wanted to be, of the decisions he made. He was in control of the question the spilled from his dried and chapped lips. "Can I kiss you, commander?"

"You may, commander." 

And your lips met with one another's, molding perfectly together.

From now on, it would be the two of you in control of your future together.

[arctrooper69]

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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It’s easy if you’d do it right Part 2

Commander Cody x Jedi Reader

Click here for part 1

Summary: After their meeting in the trainings hall the Jedi avoids the Commander…turns out he doesn’t likes it.

Word count: 1793

Warnings: feelings, fluff, mentions of war, use of Y/N, fmc, mentions of loss, intimate moment, lots of sexual tension, let’s just say no walls were harmed, angry Commander Cody, Obi-Wan being a wingman, angsty, swearing

A/N: Here is finally part 2 of “it’s easy if you’d do it right”. I hope you like the last part of this little one shot. Originally this had an other kinda outcome with more angsty Cody, but I guess this one’s better, but idk. Let me know if you want to read the other one as well.

“And that’s how we’ll do it. Anakin and the 501st will help us after.” Master Kenobi ended the briefing for us. We were heading to a mission in the outer rim and suspected Grievous there. There was a good chance that we could finally catch him and destroy his army of clankers and bring a bit more peace to the galaxy.

„Commander, Admiral you are dismissed“, Obi-Wan finished and gave me his full attention as they left us alone. I raised my eyebrows. When he looked at me with that look I felt like I’d done something wrong. Massively wrong.

„What is it Obi-Wan?“, I sighed rubbing my temples displeased.

His arms crossed while his face turned from full serious to an huge smile as he noticed that everyone else had left us behind.

“My dear, what did you do to our beloved Commander?”, he asked eyebrows raising slowly and smile widening. I never saw Obi-Wan like that before and I knew him a while now since he kinda adopted me to his -now our- battalion. Excited and fully invested in someone else’s drama if you’d call it that. This man was here for the tea. I always thought he was the calm and sticking to the rules type of guy and not like Skywalker. A man who gave a kriff about rules and just did his mission like he likes it.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about”, I mumbled under my breath turning slightly away from him, but he was a Jedi Master. Looking right through me and my flustered behaviour. And he also knew his Commander very well and noticed that Cody behaved different than normally. Not visible for someone who didn’t know him as well as we did, but still kinda obvious if you’re looking for a change in his mood.

“We both know that this is a lie. You’re both acting weird since a few days and you’re ignoring him completely. What happed to you and your friendship? Did Cody do something wrong?” Master Kenobi was worried. I could sense it, but behind his worry was something else as well. Hope. But hope for what?

“Master”, I began, but he disrupted me.

“He tried talking to you, but you’re avoiding him. I saw it the other day.”

I bit my lip. Regret waved like flames through me. I knew that he wanted to talk. I sensed it, but after all meetings I just raced away so we didn’t have to talk about it. After our meeting in the trainings hall I thought he just wanted to forget about it and keep moving on without lending it a second thought. Cody had seemed so unbothered like it was and meant nothing to him when my comm interrupted us, so I tried to calm my nerves and feels for him as I suggested that I didn’t have a chance if I tried talking to him. He seemed uninterested in me. Like he didn’t have the same feelings as I had for him.

“I’m sorry.” The apology was weak and Obi-Wan knew that as well. But at least it was honest.

“Don’t say that to me. Speak with Cody. He isn’t himself anymore and I worry about him as much as I do for you, my dear.” Fathers like he patted my shoulder before I left to go to my room. I had to clean my thoughts before I could finally speak with Cody ‘cause Obi-Wan was right. I had to talk to him. We worked together and things would not turn out well on the battle field if we didn’t clarify everything.

But for now I had to clear my thoughts. Otherwise I’d just mumble nonsense plus announce things he didn’t want to know about. Like my romantic feelings for him. My not-so-Jedi-like attachment to him.

Deep in thoughts, as I walked to my barracks, I didn’t notice the person following and quickly catching up on me before dragging me into an empty room and pressing me into the wall. The air in my lungs leaving them quickly as my eyes were going wide as I took the person, pressing me to the wall, in. Cody. Kriff no. He always had the baddest timings.

“What the hell is going on with you?”, he shouted. His eyes were blazing with fire as he pressed me further into the wall. A deep furrow between his eyebrows. He was angry. Fucking angry. I never saw him like that before. Sure, I’d seen him mad if Waxer or Boil had done something stupid again. But not like that. He was for real not himself. His three days beard wasn’t shaved and he looked like a mess and nothing like the Commander everyone respected and looked up to. Deep rings were under his eyes and his eyes itself were entirely sad and exhausted. They no longer had that shine which I adored. And I hadn’t noticed till now. Was too focused to keep myself together to see Cody’s struggle.

“What do you mean?” Was my slow respond. Not very clever, because I didn’t know how to start this conversation and what I should say or even where I should start.

Cody laughed bitter, “You’re avoiding me. You’re fucking acting like nothing had happened between us.”

I gasped for air. The room between us too small to breath clearly. All I could sense was Cody. The Commanders smell was hypnotising and the proximity was almost too much to handle. But even now I enjoyed his company. Even when he yelled at me. I wasn’t scared of him, he was just done with me and my acting. Obviously, I would feel the same way if he’d act like I did.

„Commander I-“

„No, don’t call me by my title. The moment in the trainings hall, I have to know, did it mean something to you? Or was it just a moment you got lost in, ‘cause you Jedi aren’t allowed to have something like that. Because for me it meant something more.“

My breath hitched. There were no thoughts left inside my brain. But there were also no needed, because the next second he pressed his lips into mine. His large hands were on me. My hips, my waist all over me while my own found it’s way around his neck to scrub his scalp with my nails making him moan slightly and parting his lips. He parted mine rough with his tongue and I happily obeyed. Cody was all over me as he kissed me with his teeth, mouth and tongue. But it wasn’t just a kiss. It was a kiss on my body and soul. With his hole body looming all over mine and tying me in. Cody was here and he meant this kiss with his hole entire being. I sensed it through the force as it waved like fire right through me. Cody not just wanted me. He wanted me to be his reason to life and fight. And I wanted him to be my reason. A reason that’s every fight and every war worth.

We only broke away from each other to catch a breath. As soon as he wasn’t all over me anymore I missed him and wanted to be this close to him again. I needed him. Needed to feel him as clearly as I had seconds ago.

Our chests were rising and falling heavily as we tried to steady ourselves. Foreheads touching each other while Cody held me close to him. His thumbs making gentle circles around my waist. Spreading goosebumps like he did the other day in the trainings hall. I didn’t look at him, but I felt his eyes on me. Worried that he did something wrong and crossed a line, but also hopeful that I felt the same way as he did.

“You mean more to me, then you should and it scares me so kriffing much. It scares me that I can’t be with you all time to protect you even though I know that you’re able to protect yourself. I can’t loose you and I need you.” His words were almost just a whisper. Full of angst and the fear of loss. Cody lost too many. His brothers and friends. Family. Sometimes it was harder to survive than to die.

As I looked up into his eyes, they were already lingering on me. Searching for a sign that this was okay and I also wanted it.

“Cody”, I breathed his name and sensed how he shifted uncomfortable as his hands on my waist tightens his grip slightly. Like he didn’t want to loose me. Cody was scared of my reaction and I’d feel the same if I had told him straight about my feelings like he just did.

“When I’m not with you I feel incomplete. Whenever I see you around my heart jumps so much and makes me want to forget about the Jedi codex. It scares me to see you on a battle field, ‘cause every time you’re standing there, could be the last time I sense and feel you. See you alive. And I’m pretty sure if I had to see you death on a battle field I’d lose myself.”

My answer was honest and clear. Told him straight how I felt and was absolute right. I never felt as good in my life before. A huge weight was took from my heart.

His forehead found its way against mine again. I felt my one heart nearly jumping out of my chest. Suddenly there was a warmth inside of me that just had to come from Cody and his body. He took a deep breath in, before he said his next words. “What do we now?”

I sighed, “Keeping us a secret till the end of the war. And then we run away together if they want to us to break up.”

Cody sighed heavily. “This will be difficult.”

“But we have to try. Or they kill us both.”

He knew that I was right. Everybody knew about the severe penalties for clones who did not follow the rules and orders.

There was a pause between us. Silence, before Cody broke it again.

“May I kiss you again?”

I smiled while he chuckled slightly, before our eyes met. The sadness was all washed from him. Cody looked relieved and felt relieved as I touched him through the force. A better future for us. That was it what we were fighting for. A new hope for some kind of peace. A future were we didn’t have to fight anymore to be free and could do and feel how we’d liked.

I leaned up a bit to meet him half way, “Yes, Commander.”