#gotta love my 2am posting can't wait for no one to see this lmao

[moodymisty]

If you’re taking requests, can you do sex pollen (it’s 60 I’m pretty sure) with Cody? Tysm! 🥰

Author’s note: Hey hun! Sorry you sat in my inbox for quite a bit, I was trying to think of the best way to go about this. I took the typical route of having Cody get the pollen sniff, but if people want I have some #neato ideas for a fic where the reader gets the pollen sniff. (Pst if anyone wants it, the trick is to spam my inbox)

I've never actually written anything for sex pollen before, so bear with me on this;

Relationship: Commander Cody/Fem!Reader

Warnings: NSFW, Sex pollen trope, Light dubcon? The typical sex pollen ‘I can’t hold back’ type, Rough sex of the quick and dirty kind, Unprotected sex,

06:00; It’s barely going to be dawn when we set out…

The datapad in his hands shines a soft light onto Cody’s plastoid armor as he walks, reading over the report yet another time.

It has to be the third time he’s looked it over by now, but he just can’t help it. Maybe it’s a nervous tick; Maybe it’s just an attempt to reassure himself.

It’s late enough into the night that the halls are pretty much completely empty, apart from a few clones working on cleaning and maintenance duties. It’s the most quiet he’s ever seen this base, and while in a way it’s comfortable, it also instills a bit of worry into him

A calm before the storm, he might dare to say.

But it isn’t something he can afford to be affected by, not when he has so many men looking to him for orders. Both on this mission, and in general.

Only one squad for a recon mission; We’re going to be spread thin out there…

At least this planets wildlife isn’t as hostile as Kashyyyk, according to previous missions. But recon still holds it’s hazards.

Cody doesn’t have a bad feeling about the mission per say, but he has an inkling that it might not go exactly as it’s planned. Granted, he can’t exactly say that many GAR missions go as planned; As is the nature of war.

“Commander!”

Eyes leaving the datapad they quickly look around, the sound of someone’s yell echoing through the quiet hall. He glances around for a moment until he sees an arm waving at him, and the clone steps out further out of the doorway once they think he can’t see them. It’s Waxer.

“Come here!”

Cody speeds up to a jog and quickly approaches, looking at the trooper with concern.

“Is something wrong?”

Normally people don’t exactly yell for him unless something’s wrong, or is very soon going to be. Instead however Waxer is smiling wide enough to hurt, and is almost seeming somewhat mischievous.

“I have a surprise.”

Waxer isn’t really prepared for the confused and not very excited look Cody sports, but still tries to keep up his play.

After all he knows well that this is a surprise Cody wants, even if he doesn’t quite know it yet. After seeing Cody’s suspicious look, Waxer still maintains his look of knowing excitement.

And so he steps aside, revealing Boil; Unsurprising, but also you. Which needless to say makes Cody’s eyes noticeably widen.

“Surprise!”

You smile at him, a big sweet one that has your cheeks squishing. Waxer has to contain his laugh at the way Cody so visibly perks at the sight of you, before him and Boil quickly move to dip out of the room. They got their moment of fun out of this, time to sleep.

Meanwhile you move to casual cross your arms and stare at the commander, him only moving a footstep to let the two troopers by but not unlocking sight from you.

“Got a minute? Since you’re here and all.”

Cody doubts he’ll get too much sleep tonight anyways, so he decides to indulge in a moment of your time. A pleasant surprise. A more than pleasant one.

After letting the other troopers by he takes two large strides following you into the room before the door slides shut behind him, looking around. The place looks clean, apart from some shoddily packed supply crates and a table overfilled with bits and baubles. It’s all medical stuff, Cody honestly hasn’t a clue what most of it is beyond the necessities.

“They stationed you here? When?”

He didn’t expect to see you here, normally you stayed on Coruscant.

“Yeah, they had me come out as a base medic. It was last minute; I found out a few hours after you’d already shipped out of Coruscant. Sorry I didn’t have the chance to tell you.” You can already see his shoulders beginning to relax a bit, and part of you worries if Cody’s been overworking himself again. He’s constantly neglecting himself, and no matter much you scold him about it, he still does. Part of you thinks it’s just muscle memory now.

“I’m just happy I get to see my boys in orange in the field.” Cody lets a small smile grow.

“I’m sure they’ll be happy to have you here. Always improves morale.” A medical droid beeps as it goes about it’s pre-programmed business behind you, as you grin even wider.

“Aww, I improve morale?”

Suddenly, Cody feels a little less confident; And can’t prevent the way his eyes look away for a moment.

“Well, a lot of the troopers have gotten a little spoiled on your bedside manner.” Cody’s upper lip curls up a bit on one side.

She’ll fix you up good for sure; Helps that she’s so nice on the eyes.

Cody hadn’t punched that trooper for saying that about you, but he sure had wanted to.

“A little too spoiled.”

In his stiff expression you take the moment to walk closer to him, pressing your chest against his and wrapping your arms around his neck.

“Well don’t worry; You’re the only Commander I get orders from. You always get my best bedside manner.” Cody smiles as you tug on his neck enough to pull his lips to yours, stealing a rare kiss while you have the chance. You get them so rarely, and now that you’re both in the same spot, you can’t help but be a little greedy.

He can’t help it either, but Cody tends to be just a tad more subtle about it.

Though not subtle enough to not clue in a good portion of the troopers under his command about it; Though they’d never dare tell.

“I wouldn’t be too happy if you weren’t.” Cody sees that mischievous smile of yours, tucking away that little tidbit of information for later. You can’t use it right now but, maybe when he’s on shore leave back on Coruscant.

“Loyal to the 212th, sir.”

He ‘tsks’ you and shakes his head. That tone of voice you’re using is a one stop shop to trouble.

“Watch it. We’re not in your apartment. Don't try and use that on me.”

If only you were. Cody cuts your meeting short now however, as he’s already taken up so much time already. He doesn’t have much of it, especially now that they’re about to go out on mission. Pulling away from your arms he makes sure his armor is on right and his hair is fixed, nodding to you a good night before moving to the door.

You catch him just before his hand hits the button however, causing him to turn around with raised eyebrows.

“One for good luck.”

You steal one more kiss, before finally letting him go. He has to get what little bit of sleep he can muster up before they have to roll out, even if it’s already so late already.

But with you closer by he can sleep just a bit more soundly, even if it’s nowhere near as indulgent as when he’s in your home.

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It’s still in the early dawn; As Cody as suspected. By the time they land the light was barely shining through the trees, and the air still laid with a light chill. Nothing that would affect troopers wearing full armor, and if anything bringing some relief before the forest would quickly begin to heat up.

“Keep your heads up. We don’t fully know whats out here yet; Sentient or otherwise.”

The small group of troopers all nod, holding blasters secure as the gunship cools down. The pilot is to keep it landed and at the ready, the landing zone well hidden by a myriad of tall trees and bushes.

“They gave us a good idea what’s out here, but we’re still going in blind.”

With one squad of troopers it’s a good amount for searching a small area, but not a lot for any sort of oncoming firefight. They still don’t know where the Separatist base activity is, and the plan is to find evidence of droid travel or construction that could lead them there.

Though it seems the forest is intent on fighting back against their efforts, it seems.

Troopers are attempting to weave around trees and brushes, and dodging small animals scurrying past them in fear. Nothing is attacking however, which is a small victory.

“Sun’s rising quickly, Commander.”

Good, Cody thinks. True stealth was never is forte. If anything, the lack of blaster fire almost makes him uncomfortable.

What is in the ground that makes these damn plants grow so big… The flower stems are thicker than some trees.

Neither is navigating around large plants his specialty, as one particularly bright colored batch of flowers blocks the little wildlife-created path he’d been using. The sheer size of the petals on the central flower is causing the plant to weep over the path, and Cody has to shuffle around it.

In his effort to brush by the plant he doesn’t have much room to maneuver, and ends up colliding against one of the petals with his thigh. It shakes an sunset colored pollen shakes off of it, coating a bit of his thigh armor as well as wafting upward.

It smells, odd.

If he had to describe it he would say it smelled sweet; Though not of the sickly sweet kind like some flowers. As he walks a hand brushes down to get some of the sticky pollen off his armor, though it only ends up sticking to his glove; As he fails to watch the area ahead of him.

He trips on one of it’s other bulbous roots and falls to one knee, wincing at the pain of it taking the brunt of his weight.

“Commander! Are you ok?”

Quickly a trooper comes to his aid, offering out a hand that Cody gently refuses.

“I’m fine; Just a tree root. Keep moving.”

Cody stands upright, brushing himself off and regaining what tiny bit of compose that he’d lost. The team only ends up trekking forward for a short while longer, before Cody feels they aren’t making any notable progress. They aren’t doing anything a probe droid wouldn’t be able to do. There’s no sign of Separatist activity in this sector at least, they’ll have to send another team out to keep scouting.

“Lets pull back; We’re straying too far from the ship. It looks like night’s going to fall soon too.”

With the soldiers gathered they slowly retrace their steps back to the ship, and pile back in. Overall uneventful by 212th standards, granted they aren’t used being sent on these sorts of recon missions.

The gunship remains quiet for a good while as everyone pulls off their helmets, including Cody; Who holds onto the dangling support handle with a white knuckle grip beneath his gloves.

It must be the humid air on this planet; His entire body just feels tight and hot. It had been steadily rising ever since they’d pulled back to the ship, and while he feels off, he can’t quite place what.

“Commander, you doing ok?”

Cody rubs his neck and pulls at the collar of his body glove, nodding. He feels tense, but nothing to admit to anyone else.

“I’m fine, trooper.”

Boil doesn’t seem to fully believe him, but levels off when Waxer makes a joke about it being stuffy in the gunship with so many bodies in here. Boil agrees but, it shouldn’t be enough to make someone start to sweat, as Cody’s skin seems to have almost a light sheen on it.

“We’ll be back to the base soon anyways.” Waxer leans back, intent to enjoy a few moments of the gunship’s engines rumbling.

All stays quiet until the base is nearly in sight over the treeline, and suddenly Cody’s grip on the hanging support handle loosens and he almost falls to the ground.

“Woah! Commander!”

Boil quickly moves to catch him, though Cody steadies himself enough that he doesn’t quite need it.

“You’re not looking to good…”

Another trooper leans into the cockpit, speaking to the pilot.

“Hey you might wanna hurry up, the Commander isn’t looking to good back here.”

The pilot grows a look of concern, even as he gunship lands and the troopers all quickly shuffle out. Waxer attempts to stand closer to Cody just in case, but he snubs him away regardless.

“I’ll be fine, really I-”

Gods, it’s so hot in here. Feel like I’m boiling alive.

Cody tugs at the collar of his body glove, and makes his way to your office. If you weren’t here he might’ve attempted to tough whatever this is out; But he knows damn well that if you’re here one of his troopers will tell- and you will kill him.

Hell, you might clap him for getting caught unawares by something so silly; You’ve done it to his troopers for less.

He may not be a medic but he understands the sentiment, especially since you’ve had to become so used to the clones coming in and out of your care in the hundreds.

The moment he enters he wants to hit himself, seeing the way your face goes from excitement to shock within moments.

“Cody-” You stop once you see his face, as well as his troopers behind him.

“What happened?”

Out of all of the ones to get hurt, you hadn’t expected it to be Cody; Given how vigilant and strict he usually is. He sits hard on the examination table, pushing a few stray curls of his hair off his damp forehead.

“He was fine for the entire mission, but when we were on the gunship back he almost passed out.”

Boil and Waxer look over their commander concerned, before darting to look at you for answers.

“Just give him some air. Don’t worry, I’ll tell you all the moment anything changes after I give him a once over.” They don’t exactly look like they want to leave, but the moment you give them a stern look, they nod and move to retreat.

“Take good care of him, ma’am.”

Too busy trying to gather your tools you don’t object to the overly formal tone they still sometimes fall into using with you, before the door slides shut behind them.

“Ok, let me just get-” Turning around to grab one more thing, the moment you do so you notice Cody attempting to slip off the medical table, even in his unstable state. Quickly you move to push him back down, hands on his shoulders.

“Cody, seriously. You need to sit down for a bit.” He attempts to get up again despite your insistence.

“I’m fine, I-” one hand attempts to push his shoulder.

Why is it that just now that he has a good look at you, he suddenly feels like he’s underwater?

Gods, she looks...

“No you are not! Your heart rate is crazy high and your temp is so high you look overheated.”

Don’t care. Come closer to me. Put your hands on me again.

He barely hears what you’re saying, with the way he feels your hands touching him. It all feels exaggerated, and he wants more of it. Nothing else even matters.

More more more more...

He’s noticing how suffocatingly tight his armor feels; All of it, codpiece included. He hadn’t realized the erection he’d been sporting until just now, when he feels the throbbing underneath his armor. When you turn around from gabbing something and notice him attempting to pull of his chestplate, and attempt to help him get more comfortable. But when you do, one of his hands suddenly grasps your wrist instead.

“Cody! What the-”

His lips are suddenly pressing against the corner of your mouth with so much force it almost sends you toppling forward onto him, hands against his chest.

“S-Slow down!”

You don’t even know whats come over him so suddenly, but it seems to have almost completely taken over his entire mind. He’s mumbling your name, moaning and groaning as if in both pleasure and pain. His eyes are blown out, almost completely dilated. You’ve only ever seen them like that when you’re...

He’s able to tear of various pieces of his armor even in this state, even as you attempt to hold him still enough to figure things out.

“Cody, you need to-”

His movements cut your voice off, as he gets up and pushes you onto the table instead. With his chest piece and a few other pieces of armor torn away, you gasp at the suddenly feeling of his mouth pressing against the vein in your neck. He nips and sucks as if trying to taste every bit of you, forcing your knees apart so his hips can grind against your own.

“Fuck... I, you need to sit down… We can’t do this here...”

It’s not as if you can fight him on it much, more so as he tempts you into whatever his fogged mind is thinking. Your hands grip his shoulders tight but no longer are intently trying to push him away, as your bottom lip slips between your teeth.

Even through his thick body glove you can feel how hard his cock his, only moving away for you to slide a hand downward and free himself.

He’s still panting and groaning, Syllables of your name being caught in-between.

You barely have time to even assist him in getting off your bottoms, before he’s wrenching them down and snapping multiple threads. One shoe gets pulled off in the process and your pants and underwear dangle by one ankle, and with the only obstruction out of the way, his frantic attempts to free his cock yield fruit as he presses against you.

He’s throbbing; Desperate and grinding against your heat as his teeth scrape against part of your exposed collarbone. Your juices coat his cock quickly as he rubs in-between your folds, teasing you and pulling even louder sounds from yourself. Not as loud as him however, as Cody’s the most unabashedly loud you’ve ever seen him. Normally he tries to be somewhat couth even in the most intimate of times, though this time, he just doesn’t seem to care.

Whatever has snapped in his has him only caring about sex sex sex, and neither location or timing seems to matter in the fucking slightest.

You don’t resist him when he slips a hand between you and aligns his cock against your entrance, shoving himself inside of you as you gasp and hold onto him.

He begins fucking you almost instantly and relentlessly; Seeking to desperately grab the only thing his mind is telling him he needs while you moan underneath him. He’s thrusting into you with such strength he ends up sliding you backwards on the table and away from him, until he grips your hips tightly and wretches you right onto the very edge of the table back close to him.

The motion makes you squeal, though Cody seems to pay no mind to it.

He doesn’t seem to pay much mind to anything, other than the way your cunt tightens around him like a vice, warm and hot. He fucks you through it as your nails dig into the skin of his shoulders and neck, some leaving marks even over his body glove.

Though you doubt he’ll much care with whatever has overtaken him still having it’s hold, as Cody slams his hips against your own.

“F-Fuck, Cody…”

It’s almost like he’s outside himself; So blindly confused by lust that he barely knows up from down.

He knows you however, and is driving as deeply into you as he can while his teeth scratch against your neck. He only dares to slow when his hands grip so tightly his fingers are leaving dents in your skin, cumming deeply inside you. He feels so hot, both on where ever he’s touching you, and inside of you. It either doesn’t effect him or he doesn’t care about anything else.

His mouth never leaves your as your fingers wrap in his hair, gasping as your body feels tight as a coil.

“Cody, you have to slow down, I-”

He doesn’t listen, or maybe he can’t; As it’s only moments before he’s already fucking you again, desperately trying to feed his hunger. He drives himself so deep inside of you it almost feels to far, causing you to moan to the point your throat almost feels hoarse.

It’s his grinding against every part of you, hands pulling you so tight against him that it’s almost like he wants to become one with you, that has your heart pounding against it’s cage and unravels you, crossing your ankles behind his hips and keeping him close as you cum around him. He slows but just barely; He’s not going to dare stop, his body won’t let him.

You feel so soft and tight around his cock it’s perfect, exactly what he had needed, but he still doesn’t feel like he’s satiated.

It almost feels like hours before Cody is even able to speak a coherent sentence again, the fog finally lifting from his head enough to do so.

“I, what…”

He’s still dazed by the look of you beneath him, your clothes torn asunder and face flushed hot, but he remembers enough to piece together how he got here. He might almost feel guilt coming up, but the outline of your chest straining against your shirt as you attempt to catch your breath distracts him enough from it.

“Cody, what happened out there?” Your sentence is chopped by harsh breathes, and Cody is the same.

“I… I don’t really know. There was the forest, then a tripped over some odd smelling plant and I…”

He takes in a deep breath, sighs; And gives up on finishing his sentence, feeling his cock still deep inside of you.

“Gods, I want to fuck you again.”

He mumbles it against your lips, you both feeling the heat coming from the other’s skin. Whatever overtook him is faded slightly, but he still feels like he needs more and more.

“Ok, one more.”