#subcody week

[inkformyblood]

a life known in patchwork (SubCody Week 23)

A very belated posting as I lost this in my docs! SubCody Week 2023 day 7 - cockwarming, hair cutting/shaving. Codywan, Tatooine Husbands. Minor hurt/comfort and past injury. Trans Obi-Wan.

Ben taps the binos against his hip before he raises them to his eyes, shielding the cracked plastic with his other hand. The world doesn’t bloom into sharp focus, it remains the same blurred distinction of rough shapes and patches of brown, yellow and darker brown but it’s enough for him to catch the steady movement of a single dark craft and its easy path upwards. 

He watches it until he can’t any longer, grief and the heat tearing him apart in equal measure. 

His perch atop the small hut isn’t the most secure and Ben knocks loose a cascade of stone as he slides down, judging the distance to not be that far. He’s wrong, as he’s finding he so often is recently, and his ankle throbs with every braced step back inside. He straightens before he knocks against the door — the same pattern every time whether it is against stone or wood or the back of Cody’s hand — and shifts his weight to something closer to equal, before he steps inside.

“How’s your ankle?” Cody asks, his dark eyes crinkling in amusement in the sweep of shadows across their kitchen table. Initially, Ben takes the parts scattered over their kitchen table to be blaster parts and something cold slips down his spine, but the thought is corrected in the next moment as Cody picks up a distorted coil and begins to try and smooth it back into compliance. 

“It’s fine.” Ben limps as delicately as he can, trying to project serenity as if he does this all the time. He manages to support himself against the low shelf that Cody has constructed into something closer to a kitchen than what Ben had been subsiding on before him. The kettle is old but still serviceable, much like them both. “The ship has left.”

“Oh?” Cody tries to keep his voice level and fails utterly. His reflection slumps for an instant before he straightens, his jaw clenched beneath the freshly grown beard. 

Ben nods, busying himself with two mugs. Picking up the small jar they use for caf, he peers into it, noting the visible bottom of it after their weeks of enforced isolation with the group of stormtroopers making a sweep of the planet. His tea had run out several days prior and it had only been strict rationing on Cody’s part that his caf had stretched out so long. “I watched the ship leave. Caf?”

“How much is left?”

Ben knocks the jar against his palm, trying to work some of the older mixture free. “Enough for a cup, my love. We’ll need to go into town soon.”

It is a strange measure of time that they have fallen into, doling out the days and weeks into scoops of caf or bowls of stew, torn between the need to keep supplies on hand and the equally urgent requirement to stay away from the town as much as possible. Cody’s face, as beautiful as he is, especially now when time has traced fine lines over the corners of his eyes and worry has been etched into his forehead, adding to the crop of grey sprinkled through his curls, is still one of the most recognisable in the galaxy and Ben doesn’t fare much better. 

He scratches through the fresh beard he’s grown over their last few weeks of isolation, relishing at the rasp beneath his nails, the grit that falls free at his touch. Sand is everywhere on this planet, it feels only right that he should carry some of it with him. “And a shave wouldn’t go amiss either, Cody love.”

Turning, Ben watches Cody like he watched the huddle of stormtroopers picking their way across a distant town, trying to pick out the welded-straight backs of the troopers he might recognise amongst the huddle of fresh soldiers that he would only recognise by the fevour in their eyes — too young, always too young and Ben had thought he had experienced every cruelty the universe could have inflicted upon him and then they sent children to try and tempt him to the slaughter. He doesn’t know if the other troopers are going grey beneath their helmets. He doesn’t know if any of them are still alive at all. 

But he knows Cody is alive. He knows Cody is here with him in all their fading glory in a life neither had thought of but hoped for a version of all the same. 

“You’re thinking too much.” Cody holds up a piece of the vaporater, peering through it with a frown. A delicate circle of light flickers over his face as the remnants of the storm claw out a final gasping breath. “Shave first or later?”

“First, my love. I’ve missed you too much to wait.” Ben nearly misses the catch of Cody’s breath beneath the hiss of the kettle as their scant water supply rolls into a boil, but the press of Cody’s hands to his hips — a touch so familiar that Ben knows it as well as his own hands — is impossible to miss. 

Cody’s hands don’t stay on Ben’s hips, one moving down over the front of his thigh while the other climbs higher, kneading into the soft muscle of Ben’s chest. “Missed me, my stars?” Cody mumbles, his nose pressed to the nape of Ben’s neck. “We’ve not spent a day apart in weeks.”

“Cody,” Ben sighs, relaxing into the other man’s touch. It isn’t purposeful, not truly, a casual exploration of places Cody already knows a thousand times over, and something twists in the base of Ben’s stomach, a clench and release in the promise of things to come. Ben tips his head back to the brace of Cody’s shoulder, ignoring the warning ache along the side of his neck that promised a limited scope of movement if he feels like pressing his luck for too long. Cody, ever a starving opportunist, kisses the crux of Ben’s neck, following it with a nip, a rasp over his fresh beard. 

“Cody,” Cody whispers, mimicking the guttural hum of Ben’s accent, rounding his vowels in the Stewjoni way. “Lost your words already, husband?”

“Not quite, my love.” Ben straightens with some difficulty, the urge to sink further back into Cody at the mention of their titles — husband, they’re husbands by every count that matters and Ben could love him for a thousand lifetimes and it still wouldn’t be an accurate measure. “Shave first.”

Cody snorts, doesn’t bother trying to hide his laughter as he inclines his head to the side. It’s more difficult to see on his darker skin but his intent is clear as he presses his fingers against the side of his neck, brushing over the rough patches of irritation, the singular bruise bitten into the hinge of his jaw. “Oh, so now we’re shaving first.” 

His thumb smooths over the jut of Ben’s hip, chasing the fold where his robes would have lain. “I can’t shave you.”

“I know.”

They had tried before, once in the early weeks when Cody was only still mostly himself, fraying at the edges and trying to hold himself together with nothing but gritted teeth and a knowledge what failing meant, but there had been moments that were harder than others and Ben, a towel thrown around his shoulders with soap on his cheeks and a razor in Cody’s hand had been too difficult to resist. The cut didn’t scar, Cody had smeared enough of their supply over it to make sure that it healed smooth and invisible, but they both knew it was there. They had tried again later, and again even later after that. 

“No more,” Cody had said after the last attempt, his teeth imprinted on his knuckles deep enough to bruise and seconds away from tearing straight through. He had been made to be efficient in all areas, after all. Ben picked up their mirror, the razor tucked between three numb fingers, the universe still crooning in the space behind his eyes, and nodded. 

“But I can shave you, love,” Ben says, sorrow layered so heavily in his chest that he can feel it shift as he breathes. He reaches for Cody’s hand, following the same path that Cody had taken and presses the pads of his fingers against the darker patch on Cody’s throat before he draws Cody’s hand to his mouth. He kisses the rough edges of Cody’s knuckles, tasting salt and the dull tang of oil. “Please?”

Cody’s face is grave, age having left more of an imprint over him than could ever have been measured by the lines on his face or the grey in his hair, but he nods, letting his eyes close for a moment. He steps away from Ben, letting his hands linger for as long as possible before releasing him and a shiver rolls up Ben’s spine, a heady mixture of longing and anticipation. He turns, bracing himself against the counter, all thoughts of their general day to day necessities now that the storm had subsided discarded in favour of watching Cody. 

In the dull light, Cody is glorious. He peels away the shirt he wears, roughly tugging it free when it catches on the jut of his shoulders, and Ben’s grip on the counter only tightens until his knuckles ache with the force of it. He isn’t the same as he was during the war, the sharp angles of his stomach softening into a gentle curve, the protrusion of his hips dimpling instead, and his stance sits a little wider now, accommodating the additional heft in his core. His body had initially been made for war, now it is made for living. There’s a dark trail of hair running over the blank stretch of his abdomen, a few loose hairs over his chest but the bulk travels downwards, directing Ben’s attention to the low slung waistband of his trousers. As if he needed more of an excuse to admire his beautiful husband. 

Cody folds his shirt, drawing the lines exact in the same places they always were and places it to one side, before beginning to tug on the cord of his trousers. Ben leans forward, a distant ringing in his ears, transfixed. When he’d been younger, when he’d been a different person entirely, affront braided together with a desire to find where his lax master’s boundaries had been just so he could cross them, he had snuck out and headed into the lower levels of Coruscant, searching for a rumor. The alleyway had been wide, a deep hollow carved through the press of the surrounding buildings and it had been awash with light spilling from thrown open doorways. Ben couldn’t recall the exact details, nerves and time smoothing over the edges until only an impression remained, but he remembered the need to stare, to drink in the press of bodies. A man had stretched out a hand towards him, cupping Obi-Wan’s cheek before he had moved away, and Ben call smell the scent of his perfume now, heady and rich.

“Going to join me, love?” Cody asks beneath the crosshatch of his lashes, impossibly dark and deliberate, his cheek indented where he’s chewing it. He shifts slightly, scuffing a heel across the floor. 

Ben clears his throat, feeling halfway ruined already. “I will, just… let me watch you first?”

Before, Ben’s knowing of Cody had been entirely patchwork, stolen moments here and there to build the foundation for a life together. He’d known the exact way Cody would kiss at the nape of his neck, his mouth hungry for any scrap of skin he could reach but halting at the junction of Obi-Wan’s collar, before he had seen the full expanse of Cody’s back and the constellation of freckles he wore. He’d known the sight of Cody between his legs, Obi-Wan’s thighs spread wide to accommodate the bulk of him, and exactly how Cody’s grip would ident his skin, his right grip steadier than his left, before he had known how Cody would segment his fresh fruit ration into an approximation of even portions before eating it, licking the pads of his fingers to follow the track of juice. He wants to know every piece of Cody, to love him completely. 

They have time, not as much as they could have, but they’ll make it enough, stretch it until it breaks.

Cody huffs out a low chuckle, ducking his chin as he tugs on the tie of his trousers, undoing the knot completely before beginning to loosen the waist. His thighs are wide, heavy-set with muscle and a ridged scar runs across the front, starting high beneath his right hip and continuing in a hauntingly familiar straight line to just above his left knee, still beautiful despite everything it means. Cody’s cock is proportional, soft along the line of his thigh, the same as everything else about him as Cody tends to point out with the same rueful grin he wears, hand on his hip for a moment before he braces himself on the table and kicks his trousers off. His socks stay on, an old worn set of Ben’s, worn at the toes and darned enough times that their original colour could be called into question.

“Beautiful, Codylove,” Ben breathes. He feels stretched too thin, torn between his fragmenting self control to keep himself fixed at this singular stable point and his desire to crowd his husband back against the table, to fall to his knees and worship. Cody wouldn’t thank him for the beard burn, however, and it’s that thought that makes Ben straighten and tear himself away, rummaging in the small cupboard above the sink for their supplies. The state of the sonic being what it was — primarily tiny and often broken in one way or another — it hadn’t been worth keeping an essentials in there. He lowers himself back onto his heels, briefly focused on the warning flare of pain from his ankle, and steadies himself once more. 

“Here.” Cody scoops the delicate bowl from Ben’s hands, the lather following to be tucked beneath his elbow. He hesitates over the razor for a heartbreaking instant, his face carefully blank before he picks it up as well. His grip is looser, pinching it between his thumb and forefinger, his arm rigid. He moves quickly, returning to the table and laying everything out, pausing to tap the handle to bring it back into alignment before he returns to Ben’s side.

His eyes are bright with amusement, a loose grin draped over his face. Ben glances downward, half-shuffling into Cody’s waiting embrace, running his hand over Cody’s waist, the curve of his hip, and the flex of his thigh, the muscle twitching at the light touch.

“I can make it over there myself.” It’s redundant to point it out given that they both know Cody’s made up his mind, filed the forms in triplicate and stamped everything as complete, but Ben still protests, out of habit more than anything.

Cody leans closer, slinging one arm across Ben’s back to stroke along the line of his hip. He’s warm in a way Ben craves, a lingering scent of salt from a hard day’s work and several weeks spent wrapped up in each other’s company moving with him, not unpleasant but merely there to be experienced. 

“I wanted to do this before,” Cody says, his voice as even as he can make it, levelled of any extra fat until it is exposed bone. “Couldn’t then, sir, so I’d like to now.”

Ben laughs, leaning down to kiss Cody, licking over the cracks on his lower lip. “By all means then, sweep me off my feet, Cody.”

Cody, his beloved darling Cody, does exactly that. Ben has a moment of unsteadiness, a flip in the pit of his stomach as he is lifted, and he clings to Cody, only just remembering to temper the bite of his nails in the same instance. This close, Ben is free to draw a trail of kisses over the ridged curve of the scar over Cody's brow before he is carefully deposited next to the chair. He wavers on his functioning ankle, still half-draped across Cody’s arms and he marvels at all the years they had missed out on this, on the closeness they can luxuriate in after everything else had been lost.

“If you sit, love,” Ben says. “Then I can straddle you while I work.”

It takes a moment for them both to get comfortable; Cody sitting on the chair, Ben’s tunic folded beneath him with his hands resting on Ben’s thighs, and Ben on top of him, carefully sliding Cody’s cock into him. He’s so full, the stretch coming quickly regardless of how many times they have done this or however wet Ben is. They have some lube left, a little bacta that they can repurpose if needed, but Ben breathes out slowly, his trousers tangled around his good ankle as he carefully sits down, sinking further. His breath is shaky, ragged, and he whines, high in the back of his throat as skin meets skin, and he relaxes onto Cody. Glancing upwards reveals the pale imprints on Cody’s lips from his teeth, one eye squeezed shut even as Cody watches him through lashes beaded with tears.

“There we go.” Ben flexes around Cody, squeezing down on the intrusion, and Cody buckles beneath him, his stomach drawn inwards and his heels rising from the floor as he resists the urge to thrust. The moment passes, they always do, and Cody opens his eyes carefully, approaching his minute study of Ben’s face as if he’s trying to burn his visage onto the backs of his eyes. “How are you feeling, love?”

“It’s still a little odd,” Cody sighs. He relaxes in fragments as if he’s moving down a checklist, the behaviour still learned rather than instinctual. His legs stay wide but the twitching in his thighs lessen as the urge to thrust his cock, still mostly soft, deeper inside Ben passes. Pleasure will come later, Ben will make sure of it, but fucking while shaving is too risky even for them. He can keep Cody close, can tap his heels against the legs of the chair to negate the wash of empty hissing static that comes with his legs spread wide and all of his weight resting at the crux of his thighs, he can do all of this for him. 

Ben reaches for the lather and the razor, and Cody bares his throat with a hum, his hands relaxing along the planes of Ben’s thighs at the quiet snick of the razor unfolding. It’s a poor imitation of what Ben can remember, constantly slightly too blunt to remove all of the hair on the first path, making Ben draw the razor over Cody’s skin far more times than he’d prefer. There’s a whisper of irritation running through the back of Ben’s mind, of blood and steel to try and slake the desert’s thirst, and every other mundane worry that had arisen with living this far away from anyone, especially with the dull pulse of pain in his ankle, but Ben sets all of them aside. Pleasure sparks low in his belly, fuelled as he shifts as he works, the same heady concoction that command had given him when Ben had first held Cody’s hand in his, the dirt of whatever planet still covering them both and said, “Good work, Commander.”

Cody, his wonderful beautiful Cody, had nodded, the very picture of professionalism, but Ben felt his grip tighten for an instant, the Force suddenly awash with a burgeoning sunset and he had known that he was never going to let Cody go, not really. They’d been apart for so long but never separated. 

“You’re doing so well for me, love,” Ben murmurs, his chest heaving as he pulls in a breath scented with a dull smokiness and the ever-present tang of salt, concentration robbing him of every other impulse. Inside him, Cody’s cock twiches, beginning to harden in response to Ben’s words. Sometimes, he doesn’t and Ben would draw Cody’s hands to his clit and gasp out his release beneath his husband’s clever hands, his cock still soft inside him, before Ben would swallow Cody down, pressing a finger inside him until Cody would spill, a quiet gasp as telling as a shout. But this is not one of those times. 

Turning Cody’s head to the side, Ben presses his thumb into the side of Cody’s jaw, just beneath his ear. He follows the motion with the razor, beginning to clear the dark hair from his face. It’s a quiet meditation, punctuated by the gentle rasp of the razor and Ben’s murmured praise as the light outside bleeds beige then gold, and darkens. Inch by inch, beneath the gently fragrant soap and careful attention, Cody becomes visible. He’s still mostly soft inside Ben, his breathing a sweep along the curved expanse of his belly, and his eyes are half-lidded, a single fragment of light catching on the blown-wide expanse of his pupils. He’ll follow any order that Ben gives him and it’s a heady realisation, making Ben clench around the intrusion, feeling himself begin to leak freely. His tunic will be soaked through by the end of this, he realises, his body acting as an oasis even if his fluid intake is scarce. Ben sweeps the razor over the final patch of hair, clearing Cody’s face completely, and leans back to take him in.

“Good, Cody. Very good.” Ben pauses, reaching around Cody to deposit the razor back on the table, carefully retracted once more, and he begins to tighten the lid onto their small container of lather. He can keep his own beard for slightly longer, tending to Cody is both more important and what he wants to do. “I do think you would look ravishing with a moustache.”

“That’s why I can’t, love.” Cody’s voice is mock-grave, coming from somewhere within the depth of his chest and catching on every broken bone on the way up, rasping along with the even timbre of his breath. “I would be too attractive and I would never get any work done with you in my lap all day. That’s not even considering the planet at large.”

“You would be nothing but a distraction, my dear. I would have competitors trying to steal you away from me constantly, not just whenever we go to market.” Ben rolls his hips, testing out the angle like this, pressed against Cody with all of his composure knotted in the muscles of his thighs. He can’t rise and fall like he would need to if he was wanting to draw this out, but that isn’t on the cards. They do have to go into town at some point that day if he didn’t want to resort to brewing their morning caf out of the tin directly. It left an unpleasant aftertaste after a few minutes.

“Wouldn’t go with them.” Cody groans. He pitches forward, pressing his forehead into the curve of Ben’s shoulder. His skin is freshly smooth, strangely cool as he shifts to mouth at Ben’s collarbone. He’s hardening quickly, filling out and reaching deeper, his cock gloriously made to bring Ben every scrap of pleasure with the same devotion that Cody does. He loves him fiercely, every piece of him. 

“No?” Ben’s hips roll in an easy rhythm, chasing the crest he knows is about to wash over them both. He’s mostly cut-off from the Force but he would have to be a fool to not be able to ratchet the tightness in his belly tighter, sweat beginning to bead in his hairline as he moves, Cody’s hands solid and grasping on his thighs, his nails leaving behind perfect indentations. The marks wouldn’t last long, longer than they would have done, but time would wash away everything eventually. 

Cody’s teeth press against the line of his throat, smooth skin against the rasp of Ben’s beard and Cody gasps, his hips stuttering in an aborted thrust. “No, just you, only you, Ben, Obi-Wan, please!”

Ben sinks down as much as he’s able, widening his stance utterly so he’s suspended entirely on Cody’s cock, and Cody spills with a shout, muffling the fractured end in Ben’s throat. Ben reaches down between them, frantically thumbing over his clit, and Cody reaches over to join him, his thumb broad and practiced, and Ben comes, his toes curling until they cramp. 

They wait, breathing heavily, Cody’s teeth lodged in Ben’s throat for a moment longer before he retreats. Cody frowns, reaching up to rub at his cheek. “Your beard itches, love.”

Ben breaks into laughter, Cody following him shortly. It’s a strange life that they built together, but it’s theirs, completely and utterly. 

[subcodyweek]

DAY 1 MASTERPOST

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Day 1 Prompts:

A/B/O

Aphrodisiacs / Sex Pollen

He was not made for soft things.

ART

🔵 "He was not made for soft things." (tumblr) by @three-fold-symmetry (Cody/Obi-Wan)

FIC

🔵 A Genuine Pleasure (tumblr) by @sinqueen69 (Cody/Obi-Wan)

🟠 c u next taungsday (tumblr) by @the-bees-patella (Cody/Rex) Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

🔵 Day 1: ABO/Aphrodisiacs/"He was not made for soft things" (tumblr) by @bittodeath (Cody/Jaster)Rape/Non-Con

🟠 Easily You (tumblr) by @rexsterss (Cody/Wolffe)

🔵 hold me (tumblr) by @oathkeeperoxas (Cody/Obi-Wan)

🟠 It Was The Blanket (tumblr) by @valkeakuulas (Cody/Fox) Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

🔵 Like A Puzzle (Ao3) by MerlynBane (Cody/Obi-Wan)

🟠 make the most of the turning tide, make it good, make the cold leave (Ao3) by Lia_ka2020ad (Cody/Wooley) Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

🔵 outside of normal operating parameters (tumblr) by @inkformyblood (Cody/Obi-Wan)

🟠 scratching an itch (tumblr) by @wrennette (Cody/Obi-Wan)

🔵 The Best Bet (Ao3) by Anonymous (Cody/Waxer/Boil)

🟠 Unbridled (Ao3) by Catmama9 (Cody/Rex)

🔵 Will You Be Right There? (tumblr) by @elthadriel (Cody/Rex)

[elthadriel]

Sub!Cody Week Day 2: Good Things Come To Those Who Wait

Relationships: Cody/Rex, Cody/Rex/Fox/Bly/Thorn/Doom/Davijaan

Tags: Enthusiastic Consent, Cuckolding, Felching, Cunnilingus, Polyamorous Clones / Polysexual Clones, Trans CT-7567 | Rex, Trans Male Character, Gangbang, Vaginal Sex, Bondage, Blindfolds, Dirty Talk, Humiliation, mild jealousy, but as a kink, Squirting, Dominant CT-7567 | Rex

Rating: E

Summary:

Rex is close, Cody can hear it in his voice, in the way he’s reduced to short, sharp instructions, telling Davijaan to give him more, harder, deeper, now. Davijaan comes first. It’s been a while, but the way he cuts off his own sounds with a slap of a hand over his mouth is familiar. Rex makes a noise of frustration, but Cody’s whole body aches. Davijaan will have buried right to the hilt, coming deep inside Rex, leaving a mess for them to clean up later, for Cody to clean up later. He pants open mouthed, the image of Rex with white dribbling down his folds enough to get Cody as close as Rex is.

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For @subcodyweek Day 2: Threesomes/Moresomes/Gangbangs

[merlyn-bane]

SubCody Week Day Six

Cody/Obi-Wan/Kit Fisto. Prompts for DP, Subspace, and "Say it. Tell me what you want, Cody."

@subcodyweek

Expanding Horizons (6094 words) by MerlynBane Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars Prequel Trilogy, Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: CC-2224 | Cody/Obi-Wan Kenobi, CC-2224 | Cody/Kit Fisto, Kit Fisto/Obi-Wan Kenobi, CC-2224 | Cody/Kit Fisto/Obi-Wan Kenobi, CC-2224 | Cody & CC-6454 | Ponds, CC-2224 | Cody & CC-1010 | Fox, CC-2224 | Cody & CC-1004 | Gree, CC-2224 | Cody & ARC Commander Colt, CC-2224 | Cody & CC-10/994 Gray Characters: CC-2224 | Cody, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Kit Fisto, CC-6454 | Ponds, CC-1010 | Fox, CC-1004 | Gree, ARC Commander Colt (Star Wars), CC-10/994 | Grey Additional Tags: Bottom CC-2224 | Cody, Submissive CC-2224 | Cody, Top Kit Fisto, Dominant Kit Fisto, Top Obi-Wan Kenobi, Dominant Obi-Wan Kenobi, Bottom Obi-Wan Kenobi, He's Vers Okay, Threesome - M/M/M, Oral Sex, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Double Penetration, Spitroasting, Subspace, Speculative Nautolan Biology, Nautolan Biology (Star Wars), Sexual Experimentation, Spice (Star Wars), Recreational Drug Use, just a tiny bit though, Blow Jobs, First Time Blow Jobs, Praise Kink, Dirty Talk, Aromantic Obi-Wan Kenobi, Asexual Obi-Wan Kenobi, Obi-Wan Kenobi is a Little Shit, CC-2224 | Cody is a Little Shit, Kit Fisto is a little shit, Order 66 Didn't Happen (Star Wars), Queer platonic relationships, Queer Platonic Codywan, kind of, sibling shenanigans, Brotherly Bullshit, Subcody week, SubCody Week 2023, Marshall Commander Cody's Slut Era Series: Part 5 of They Told Me I Couldn't Bag A Jedi (And I Took That Personally) Summary: That just makes the insufferable man giggle harder, taking several minutes until he’s regained enough composure to actually respond. “So who do you think you’ll be pursuing next, my dear Commander?” Cody scoffs at the question but finds himself seriously considering his answer anyway. He hasn’t actually thought about it with any sort of intentionality before now—Kenobi and Vos had been spontaneous, and Luminara had come to him. Even Windu was mostly a case of things just sort of happening to work out the way they did. “I don’t know,” he says. “I’ve already been with baseline human males and females. I think I’d like to try something else—maybe some non-standard dick?” Obi-Wan is suddenly grinning wickedly at him, and Cody can’t help but eye the other man warily. “What?” “Fear not, dear, I think I may have just the being in mind.” Obi-Wan’s still grinning as he reaches over to pat Cody’s pec twice and then he’s rolling out of bed, ducking down to collect his threadbare lounge pants off the floor, and Cody narrows his eyes at him suspiciously as he ties them around his waist. “On one condition, though, I’m afraid. I’d very much like to play, too.” or Cody's Slut Era™ Is Equal Opportunity

[oathkeeperoxas]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types, Star Wars - All Media Types Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: CC-2224 | Cody/Obi-Wan Kenobi Characters: CC-2224 | Cody, Obi-Wan Kenobi Additional Tags: Canon Compliant, Established Relationship, Clone Wars (Star Wars), Missing Scene, Trans Character, Trans Male Character, Trans Obi-Wan Kenobi, Phalloplasty, POV CC-2224 | Cody, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Bottom CC-2224 | Cody, Stress Relief, Blow Jobs, Anal Sex, Multiple Orgasms, Submissive CC-2224 | Cody, Cuddling & Snuggling, Sleeping Together Series: Part 3 of Sub Cody Week 2023 Summary:

Cody wakes the second his door opens, freezing as he calculates his options, where his blaster is and how long it will take to grab it and what he’s wearing and where the furniture in his room is and–

The intruder sighs and grumbles, and Cody relaxes, because he knows who it is. Even if he isn’t meant to be on this ship for another six hours.

Done for day 4 of @subcodyweek with the prompt multiple orgasms

[swfandomevents]

hii i'd like to run my own event and looking at some of the events, i noticed the same patterns, like the same graphics, themes etc (maul week and fordo week got the same graphics, and subcody and the clone bb got the links | like | this idk if it makes sense)...sorry if its dumb but do you know what websites they use or if theres a masterpost w helpful links somewhere??

Hello!

All good things to ask about! Personally when I make graphics for events I make them myself in photoshop, but I imagine some people may also use services like Canva to make graphics. I’m not really sure which was used in the case of the specific events you mentioned, so you might try reaching out to the mods of events you like and asking if they’d be willing to send you their template. It’s always possible they won’t want to, but it’s always possible they will.

Otherwise for post formatting, I think looking at posts from other events is a good way to do it, if you like the | bar between event links, then try to format your posts using them :).

Unfortunately I don’t know of any “how to run an event” master posts (anyone else please feel free to link any you know of below!) but in general, for example, fan week events have:

- Interest check. Usually people use Google forms, but I’ve also seen people just ask for a post to be reblogged with tags or to reply or like a post to show interest. Tag posts with relevant character, pairing, and series tags so that interested people can find it. Of course you can also tag this blog and/or @clonefandomevents if it’s a clone-related event

- Based on the interest check, decide when the event will be held. Most interest checks ask about which month or week people would like to hold the event. Week events are usually from Sunday to Saturday, but some start on a Saturday or a Monday. Just make sure it’s actually 7 full days. Make a post announcing your schedule including when you will be open for prompt suggestions & voting before your event.

- Make a prompt suggestion post. Generally Google forms are used to get suggestions. You can also just go straight to voting if you have a lot of prompt ideas from the start.

- Voting. People also often use Google forms for this, but depending on the number of prompts or how you want to arrange it, I’ve seen people use tumblr’s polls recently.

- Posting of prompt lists. For accessibility, even if you arrange your prompts nicely on a graphic, it’s good to post the prompts as raw text also, under a cut if you feel it’s long. That’s good practice in general - make sure all the info in any graphics is available in the text of the posts.

- Post to remind people about the event when it’s coming up (a week before, the day before, etc). Post on the event days to remind people what the prompts are if you like. Check the event tags or notifications and reblog people’s work.

- When the event is over, create a masterpost of all works with links

You can tag this blog in pretty much any post about your event you make, although a reminder to please put any NSFW images or text under a cut when you want the post to be reblogged :).

Hope that helps a little! If anyone has any guides to running fandom events or creating graphics for fandom events, etc, please link them!

[valkeakuulas]

Last Line Challenge

Rules: in a new post, show the last line you wrote (or drew) and tag as many people as there are words (or however many you like).

Hokay, @come-chaos tagged me here but I know I’ve been tagged by @cacodaemonia and @marbled-polecat earlier this month but since I got consumed by SubCody Week, I forgot to post anything.

So here are three different lines I wrote last, one for you each:

Fox slammed the empty shot glass on the table, grimacing for a second as the alcohol burned its way down his throat.

Grunting, Cody latched his mouth onto the crook of Rex’s neck, biting him hard.

“This is stupid,” Crys murmured under his breath, wincing as the cool water now reached him up to his thighs.

Not tagging anyone since, uhh, don’t know who to tag right now. ^^’’

[leeleebee]

Heyy i really love the rex x cody thing you wrote for subcody week (i hope you re the person i think you are)

Hi! Oh wow this is so exciting I never get asks! Unfortunately though… that wasn’t me! XD I have written an entire two unfinished fics, but I do love codex so I hope you find your author!!!

[oathkeeperoxas]

they're so soft for each other adi I'm 😭😭😭

Preview for the subcody week fic I will hopefully drop today now that ao3 is up again!! trying to pick over this to make it work 😤

@dontbelasagnax wanna play?

WIP Chain

Okay so. Since ao3 is down and we all need sustenance, I'm going to start a WIP chain. Rules are such: post a snippet of your current WIP, like WIP Wednesday, and then pass the chain to one (1) person you think would be willing to play. You can tag more than one if you're not sure someone'll be online or whatever. I'll go first:

Tagging... @rain-sleet-snow, @asukaskerian, @frostbitebakery, and... @oathkeeperoxas. Let's give people (me, but also other people) something to read or look at during their time of great need!

[purplelapislazuli]

😳😳😳 So... i started drawing for SubCody week and... Let's say that I'm very inspired😂😂

The problem is that I like 4 versions of the same drawing and I don't know who to ask bc I'm too shy to join the discord server 😔✊

[inkformyblood]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars Prequel Trilogy, Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: CC-2224 | Cody/Mace Windu Characters: CC-2224 | Cody, Mace Windu Additional Tags: Canon Era, Established Relationship, Cock Warming, sub CC-2224 | Cody, Office Sex, Explicit Sexual Content, Praise Kink, Light Dom/sub, Overstimulation, Desk Sex, SubCody Week 2023 Series: Part 4 of SubCody Week 2023 Summary:

Cody waits while Mace finishes off his paperwork and is rewarded by being bent over his desk.

@subcodyweek

[subcodyweek]

Sub!Cody Week Prompts!

FAQ | Rules | Tumblr | Ao3 | Discord

We're thrilled to announce the prompts for Sub!Cody Week 2023!!

We’ve had a lot of participation; thank you all for your prompts and votes! There's three prompts for each day, the prompts with the most votes, an alternative set and then the most voted for sentence prompts.

Day 1 (07/09)

A/B/O

Aphrodisiacs / Sex Pollen

He was not made for soft things.

Day 2 (07/10)

Threesomes / Moresomes / Gangbangs

Choking / Breathplay

"Fuck you” / “Fuck me yourself you coward!"

Day 3 (07/11)

Praise Kink / Positive Reinforcement

Monsterfucking / Robotfucking

"Well done, Commander."

Day 4 (07/12)

Somnophilia 

Multiple Orgasms

"Can I still call you 'sir' or would that be too awkward?"

Day 5 (07/13)

Trans!Cody

Orders 

"Your only responsibility right now, Cody, is to lay down and enjoy, understood?”

Day 6 (07/14)

Double Penetration

Subspace

"Say it. Tell me what you want, Cody."

Day 7 (07/15)

Cockwarming

Hair Cuts / Shaving

For many reasons, this was an exceptionally bad idea.

Feel free to just use one prompt for each day or challenge yourself and use all of them!

With the sentence prompts feel free to swap around tenses, pronouns, use as inspiration for vibes rather than quote them exactly, whatever works best for you! The prompts are to inspire you, not limit you.

@swfandomevents

[elthadriel]

Sub!Cody Week Day 1: Will You Be Right There?

Relationships: Cody/Rex

Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Non-Traditional Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Omega/Omega Relationship, Knotting, Knotting Dildos, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Fisting, unnecessarily wet, duel sex omegas, Overstimulation, Crying, Trust, Breeding Kink, Pegging, Biting, Established Relationship, Wholesome

Rating: E

Summary:

“I’ll double check,” Butcher interrupts, “but it appears your implant is non-functional. Your hormones are reading like you don’t have one at all, and all the symptoms fit. How’s your slick production?” Cody’s briefs cling to his cunt, damper than is typical. He’d put it down to boredom. He gives a noncommittal tilt of his head. “I’ve been drier,” he admits grudgingly.

read on ao3

For @subcodyweek Day 1: A/B/O

[merlyn-bane]

SubCody Week 2023 - Day One

That's right! Merlyn's back with another posting event. All fics this time, and one series.

Codywan. Prompts for aphrodisiacs and "He Was Not Meant For Soft Things".

@subcodyweek

[oathkeeperoxas]

Looking forward to fandom events, and I currently have 0 plans for codywan week so uh. If anyone has any ideas or prompts or wants a sequel to one of my existing works, no promises, but pls let me know!

[purplelapislazuli]

SubCody Day 2: Begging Alternate: Biting

I’ve been wanting to do this comic for ages and this alternate prompt was just the perfect excuse😂😂

You can check it out on AO3 too 😊