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glimmerglanger · 3 years

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Hello glimmer! I know spicy Sundays just started but since most of the spicy asks you get seem to be for obi kin, I wondered if you had any codywan requests? if not, perhaps would you be open to some kinkier codywan times? we’ve seen many variations of obikin getting rough and i love how soft codywan is but do you think they ever got up to some shenanigans that left them both completely like 🤯🤯🤯 afterwards?

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hii i was the anon who asked about spicy codywan and suddenly i’ve forgotten every kink i’ve ever read and blushing like a victorian maiden. hm, just them being rougher in general? omgim so sorry i’m really bad at being specific but maybe like some post-battle adrenaline/i gotta have you now energy? possibly some manhandling or cody holding his wrists down or unplanned multiple orgasms? *covers face* whichever ones you’re comfortable with of course! thank you!!! <33

:D Thank you for the request for spicy Codywan times! Your asks really also got me thinking about different vibes for different ships. I really do tend towards softness with Codywan. In fact, this is still pretty gentle! However, it’s also manhandling and holding down and--

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psst glimmer, i found ur writings on the subj of *overstimulation* to be most edifying. would u ever think about writing more, just as a spicy prompt in and of itself? Because ur spice week fic was incredible, but i would be equally thrilled to read it in any other ~circumstances~ if you ever felt up to it. thank u for being u, bye!

overstimulation :D

ANYWAY I HOPE YOU ENJOY! It is time for Spicy Sunday! Codywan (obviously), established relationship, set during the Clone Wars. Not safe for wizards! Very spicy!

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Obi-Wan was sprawled delightfully out on his side by the time Cody came out of the fresher with a damp rag. Obi-Wan had made vague noises about getting up to clean himself off, but hadn’t put up much of a fight when Cody nipped his shoulder and suggested he stay the kriff put for five clicks.

Cody had barely been gone a minute - just long enough to wash himself off, cleaning come and lube off his cock and thighs - and he stopped, hit low in the gut just by the picture in front of him. He still wasn’t entirely sure how he’d gotten lucky enough to end up in Obi-Wan’s quarters regularly, how he’d managed to secure what they had, the hastily snatched moments of connection and pleasure.

But it had led to this, to the line of Obi-Wan’s back, his head braced up on one arm, legs both above the blankets, long and lean and freckled, here and there. He was rolled away from the fresher, his skin painted blue by whatever he was reading on the pad in front of him.

He looked…. Soft. Warm. Relaxed.

All the things he hadn’t looked for days on end on Tripludil. Cody shook his head, once, and made his legs move forward again, bracing a knee on the bunk. “Mm,” Obi-Wan said, glancing over his shoulder, a drowsy smile on his mouth, “I was wondering if you were just going to stand there staring.”

Cody flushed, just a little, shifting fully onto the bed. “Can’t blame me for enjoying the view,” he said, and Obi-Wan snorted a little laugh. It was so good to hear him laughing, but the sound was rougher than it usually was.

Obi-Wan had screamed, on Tripludil. Long and ragged, when--

Cody shoved those memories to the side. Obi-Wan was fine. Bones had said so, after patching him up. He was fine, and Cody knew that, too. He’d performed his own assessment with hands and mouth.

“Enjoy away,” Obi-Wan said, “but if I could have the rag…?”

“Mm.” Cody considered and then shook his head, sprawling down beside Obi-Wan. “No, I’ve got it.” He put a hand on Obi-Wan’s thigh, muscles firm under his palm, smooth scars under his fingers, old wounds.

“Oh, that’s--” Obi-Wan said, and trailed off with a little indrawn hiss when Cody pushed his thigh out, a little.

“Let me,” Cody murmured, though, honestly, the view was distracting him, again. He could see reddened marks on Obi-Wan’s hips, put there by his hands. There were smears of wet, across Obi-Wan’s ass and his inner thighs. Cody wiped at one, nudging Obi-Wan’s leg further out and swallowing.

He’d been half-hard since he came out of the fresher and got an eyeful of Obi-Wan, sprawled out and fucked out. His cock ached, fully hard against his stomach, as he trailed his hand up a little higher. Obi-Wan’s rim was reddened. Shiny. There was a smear of come, across the firm curve of his ass.

Cody dropped the rag, forgetting about it. He slid his fingers through the come - his come - instead, listening to Obi-Wan take a hitching breath, somewhere further up the bed. He pushed his fingers across skin, inward.

He wasn’t thinking, really, when he brushed fingers across Obi-Wan’s rim, and he was so soft, there, so hot when Cody slid a finger into him, eliciting another gasping sound. Obi-Wan was stretched, still. Cody had fucked him hard - needing it, needing to hear him cry out in something besides pain, needing--

“Fuck.” Cody stared as he slid his finger back out, again, all wet and slick with his own come, the lube they’d used. Obi-Wan felt hotter than usual, but he would, Cody thought, all tender and just-fucked. His skin was hot and reddened and he groaned, loudly, when Cody slid another finger into him.

Obi-Wan shifted, and Cody reached up without thinking, put a hand on Obi-Wan’s shoulder and pushed, rocking up onto his knees. He felt the moan in Obi-Wan’s chest, it reverberated up through his hand as he twisted his fingers, so achingly hard again, just like that.

“That, ah, doesn’t feel like cleaning me up,” Obi-Wan said, his voice raspier. The light on his pad had gone off from lack of use. The only light came from the fresher, illuminating Obi-Wan’s bent leg, his back, the lovely movements of Cody’s hand.

“You weren’t that messy,” Cody said, his voice gone lower. It was true enough, anyway. He’d taken Obi-Wan into his mouth, earlier, swallowed him down and licked up any smears he’d missed. And he’d pushed his come back in. Obi-Wan wasn’t, truly, messy at all. Just warm and soft and safe, gasping when Cody tugged against the rim of him from the inside.

“Are you planning to fix that?” Obi-Wan asked, all breathy and that was, really, a brilliant idea.

Cody swore, twisted his fingers and fucked in a third, fascinated by the way Obi-Wan stretched around them, by the heat radiating off of him, by the slick wetness, by the way Obi-Wan tilted his hips up, groaning.

Obi-Wan shifted again, on the bed, and Cody leaned more weight on his shoulder without thinking, an automatic response because he wanted Obi-Wan to stay right where he was, right on his fingers. He adjusted the angle, and Obi-Wan’s breath punched out as he got it right.

Obi-Wan was rocking his hips, just a little, back into Cody’s touch, down against the bed. Cody wondered if he were hard again. If he could come again. Cody had made him come that way before, taking him apart from the inside, applying pressure just so and--

“Fuck,” Obi-Wan ground out, hands clenched in the blankets, face turned to one side, breathing faster. “Fuck, Cody--”

“Yeah,” Cody agreed, because he’d gotten too used to hearing Obi-Wan’s voice wrecked and cracking for all the wrong reasons. He adjusted his grip, palm on the back of Obi-Wan’s neck, constant pressure to keep him still. “Come on, just like that.”

“I--” Obi-Wan shivered, and he looked achingly tender, stretched so well around Cody’s fingers, slick and hot and good, the little movements of his hips getting jerkier. Cody felt it when he came, felt it in the way muscles tightened around his fingers, in the way Obi-Wan’s breath punched out, in the way he sank against the mattress.

Obi-Wan just melted, all the tension gone out of him, and he’d be laying in a mess. One that needed cleaned up. Still, Cody thought they could probably make it a little bigger, before cleaning it away.

Obi-Wan gasped when he slid his fingers out, looking over his shoulder with bleary eyes as Cody shifted. It felt good to blanket Obi-Wan’s back, to settle against him, sucking a kiss onto his shoulder. He fit perfectly between Obi-Wan’s thighs, cock sliding against slick, hot skin, and Obi-Wan--

Sucked in a breath beneath him, making a hoarse little sound.

Cody’s heart was pounding too hard. He ached with the desire to grip Obi-Wan’s hips, tilt them just so, and fuck in. Obi-Wan had felt so good around his fingers - around his cock, not so very long ago - and he wanted.

He panted, nuzzling against the back of Obi-Wan’s shoulder, “Can I?”

There was a beat where Obi-Wan said nothing, thinking, fuck, and then he jerked out a nod and rasped, “Yes. Kriffing--yes.”

Cody swore, pushing up and kissing his mouth, hard and fast, nipping at his bottom lip. Obi-Wan groaned, thickly, when Cody shifted back, sliding both hands down his body, gripping his hips and urging him up onto his knees.

There was a mess under him, come smeared across the blankets and his stomach. Cody had done that, made him feel that good. And, fuck, Cody wanted to make him feel better, wanted to overfill him with pleasure, wanted--

To grip Obi-Wan’s hips just so and press the head of his cock against hot, reddened flesh. It had to be tender. The knowledge of just how tender made his gut tighter. They’d spent little time on prep, the first time. And Obi-Wan had only just come, he had to be aching, feeling it as Cody pushed forward.

Obi-Wan moaned, shoulders rounding over, his hands fisted in the sheets, pulling at the blankets. Cody stilled, barely inside him, and rasped out, “Is it--?”

“Good,” Obi-wan gasped out. “It’s good, Cody, I can take it. Just--fuck me.”

And Cody had never been able to deny him anything. Not since the first time they’d met. He swore, breathlessly, and slid the rest of the way in on one stroke, treasuring the sound Obi-Wan made, the hot softness of his body.

Obi-Wan couldn’t run off, headlong into danger, not with Cody buried inside him. He couldn’t throw himself into the path of this monster or the other, not the way he had on Tripludil. No one could hurt him, make him see things that weren’t there, make him scream--

Obi-Wan made a sharp, ragged sound when Cody slid out and fucked back into him, hard. Cody wondered, hands on Obi-Wan’s hips, shifting so he could see the way Obi-Wan took him, the wet slide of his cock, if Obi-Wan had ever screamed for pleasure, instead of pain.

He shivered down his back, and Obi-Wan shifted, down on the mattress, as though to rise to his elbows, and--

Cody didn’t really think about leaning forward, over him. He didn’t really think about taking his hands off of Obi-Wan’s hips. He pressed down on one of Obi-Wan’s shoulders, got another ragged, hungry sound at the effort.

Obi-Wan reached a hand back, fingers flared, and Cody didn’t know what he was reaching for. He snatched Obi-Wan’s arm, heard him groan, and dragged his wrist up, arm twisting, pressing Obi-Wan’s wrist to his back. Cody tightening his fingers, keeping Obi-Wan just so, safe and--

“Oh, fuck,” Obi-Wan gasped, eyes wide and dazed, flushed across his cheeks and down his neck, all over his shoulders. His fingers clenched and unclenched on nothing, his pulse racing under Cody’s palm. There was a steady banging sound from somewhere, but Cody couldn’t tell from where and didn’t fucking care, at that moment.

He just needed to - to keep punching those perfect noises out of Obi-Wan’s chest, to watch his expression go all pleasure-drunk, to fuck into him, holding off his own orgasm as long as possible, because he didn’t want to the moment to end.

Nothing could last forever.

Cody came, breathing hard, with sweat running down his back. He jerked his hand off of Obi-Wan’s shoulder, bracing on the bed as his weight came down, as he slumped, buried as deep as he could get.

He still held Obi-Wan’s arm, twisted up against his back, smashed between their bodies. He made himself let go, breathing against the back of Obi-Wan’s neck, the skin there hot and damp with sweat, and rasped, “Fucking hell.”

Obi-Wan groaned in agreement, nodding a little against the sheets, and it took Cody’s orgasm-slow thoughts a second to notice the tension still in his shoulders. It only took another second after that for Cody to slide a hand onto Obi-Wan’s chest, down his stomach, finding him--

Hard and waiting.

Obi-Wan jerked, when Cody curled fingers around him. He gasped out, “Ah!”

“No?” Cody asked, stroking down over his cock, enjoying the idea of touching Obi-Wan, of bringing him off while Cody was still buried inside him, softening. But twice in a night was pushing it for Obi-Wan, already, a third time was--

Obi-Wan squirmed around him, under him, muscles twitching and jumping. He panted out, “I don’t know if, ah, if I can.”

Cody stilled his hand, breathing hard, working to focus. He nuzzled into the short hair at the back of Obi-Wan’s neck and rasped, “That’s not a yes or a no.” He pressed a kiss to the soft, delicate skin beneath his lips, where no one else got to touch Obi-Wan. Not like this. “Tell me what you want.”

Obi-Wan shivered. Cody felt it, translating over between their bodies, and waited, fingers just curled around Obi-Wan’s cock.

He felt a kick in his gut when Obi-Wan finally rasped, “I want - ah - to find out. If i can.”

“Good,” Cody panted out, too gone to try to prevaricate, to find any less honest response. He took his hand away, just long enough to smear palm and fingers through the mess on Obi-Wan’s stomach, between his legs. Obi-Wan cried out when Cody gripped him again, stroking him sure and fast, just the way he’d learned that Obi-Wan liked.

And, oh, the sounds Obi-Wan made, the way he turned his face against the sheets, eyes squeezing shut, mouth open around gasps, so hot where Cody was sunk into him, was….perfection itself. Cody pressed kisses to his neck, his shoulders, wherever he could reach, listening to him groan, feeling the muscles in his back and thighs tensing.

Feeling himself get hard again.

It took a delicious stretch of time to coax out Obi-Wan’s orgasm, and Cody enjoyed each moment, each tremble and shake of it. And when Obi-Wan spilled over his fingers - he came almost dry, which set off a wave of satisfaction in Cody’s head - Cody was still sunk into him, impossibly hard agan, because how could he not be, not after--

“Oh, Force,” Obi-Wan groaned out, when Cody shifted his hips, and, then, before Cody could ask, he gasped out, “yes, fuck me, please.”

#glimmer replies #ask me anything #codywan #spicy sunday #not safe for wizards #VERY SPICY #holding down #overstimulation #a good time was had by all #clones have short refractory periods ok it only makes sense

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crispyjenkins · 4 years

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Thot obiwan... just him being a thot and happy (it’s what he deserves) pls no obitine lol

(went a poly route with this cause i wasn't sure how to write thot!obi without making myself uncomfortable, so instead have poly obi and his seven partners! it’s like scott pilgrim except obi’s still dating them all. a mix of triads and Vs here! because i’m soft for big polycules

couldn’t get to more detail in such a short fill, but all ships are tagged if there’s any confusion! (ノ*´◡`) i will absolutely be returning to poly!Obi in the future.)

Rex promptly, and calmly, chokes on his first sip of tea.

Cody sighs, because he isn't exactly clear on the details either. "Yes, all of them. "

"Is that... Is that... allowed?"

"High General Ti is also on the council, it must be." The last twenty five hours since rescuing his general and the rest of Ghost Company from Ventress’ latest plot have been rather confusing for Cody, from Obi-Wan’s debrief to the holocall with the council, to Obi-Wan’s four other holocalls that Cody isn't entirely sure he was meant to see. He supposes he should feel grateful that Senator Organa had recently returned to Alderaan, or it could have been more.

Rex's eyes go distant as he does the math, a couple of brothers ducking around them where they've stopped in the middle of the hall. "That's... five people, Cody."

"Yes, Rex, I can count." He grabs Rex's elbow to start steering him towards the hangar again, where they’re supposed to be greeting some new Shinies in less than five minutes.

"But what about Ventress? And isn't General Fisto—"

"With Bly and General Secura? Yes. As for Ventress, as far as I can tell, the General... is simply like that with everyone he fights." It certainly calls into question quite a few "interactions" Cody has witnessed in his two years at Obi-Wan’s side, anyways. Fett's left sheb, does he have to worry about Ohnaka?

For all that Rex had been CC track just by being smart, he doesn't seem any more sure of the situation than Cody is. "Fett's left sheb," he agrees, bewilderedly tossing his flimsi cup of tea into a waste receptacle without actually having drunk any. "Bly never said anything."

Cody grunts and thumbs the edge of the helmet in his hands. "He isn't involved with General Kenobi."

"Cody, brother, that doesn't make sense." He punctuates the notion with a wild swing of his hand, narrowly missing a tech clone, who takes one look at the two of them and decides he isn't going to try and go toe-to-toe with two war heroes. "Where did you hear this? If it was Fives, you should know by now–”

“The General told me himself.” Sort of, anyways — Obi-Wan is rarely blind to his surroundings, and he had not dismissed Cody after the debrief with the council, so he must have meant for him to see. Why he had been meant to see is still up for debate, especially when Cody had waited all of four hours before telling Rex; no secrets among brothers, or what have you.

“I suppose what the generals do in their spare time is their business,” Rex mutters. “And it’s not as if the Jedi are anything the longnecks said they were, anyways. But Kote...”

He could do without the pitying look Rex gives him. “As you said: it’s their business. It wasn’t, and isn’t, any of mine what the General does off the field.”

“If you say so, brother.” He pats Cody’s shoulder, far gentler than the situation perhaps warrants. “What a way to find out, though; I don’t know what I’d do if I knew Skywalker was romancing around with half the council.”

Cody sort of wishes Waxer hadn’t tossed out the rotgut Wooley’s had cooked up the last time they were planetside. “I won’t tell you about Senator Amidala and Senator Mothma, then,” he sighs, just to see Rex turn as white as Shiny armour.

Senator Organa breaks away from the little party that had greeted The Negotiator in the Temple hangar and approaches Cody with a smile perhaps even kinder than his general’s.

“Welcome back to Coruscant, Commander,” he says pleasantly, folding his arms behind his back and settling next to Cody to observe General Ti fuss over Obi-Wan’s injuries.

“Thank you, sir.”

“I think I can speak for everyone,” Organa nods to Obi-Wan’s entourage, “when I say we are indebted to you yet again.”

Cody blinks at him, thankful he can hide his incredulity inside his bucket. “Sir?”

Turning his smile back to Cody, Organa puts a hand on his shoulder not unlike a brother would. “None of our positions allow us to watch his back, and certainly not as well as you do. I’m sure you can understand our worry.”

“I suppose so, sir,” Cody says carefully, not convinced that Organa isn’t trying to catch him up in a lie. “If I may, sir,” Organa waves for him to continue, “I’m not entirely sure I know what we’re talking about.”

“Hm, perhaps that’s fair,” Organa chuckles. “I apologise for having to speak so mysteriously, but one can never be too careful. I merely meant to thank you, and to encourage you to talk to him; for all that the Jedi are not hierarchical, he worries about his position above you. And Obi-Wan is no blushing Alqull, but he would not impose himself on you.”

“... Sir.”

“Yes, yes, more mystery. Just talk to him.” Organa leaves him with one last smile and a pat on the shoulder, and Cody wonders if Waxer had spiked his caf that morning.

The 212th had lost enough brothers in their last entanglement with Ventress that they return to Kamino immediately after Coruscant, General Ti all too happy to join them aboard The Negotiator; the brothers are delighted to learn she prefers to stand against their general’s back, lekku and arms absolutely dwarfing him, and Obi-Wan lets her.

They keep separate quarters, though Cody isn’t sure how much of it is for keeping up appearances.

As high strung as he is after his conversation with Senator Organa, Cody is relieved when they finally dock in Tipoca City and he can hand babysitting the 212th over to Waxer. He loves his men, truly, but being cooped up with them for a tenday in hyperspace is far from his favourite pastime.

When Cody joins Obi-Wan for their trek to the training levels, Obi-Wan takes one look at his harried expression and laughs — Cody would like to believe it’s because he knows what Cody’s thinking, rather than any sort of Jedi-mind-reading-nonsense.

Taun We meets them on the way, prattling about the “improvements” they’ve made since the last batch, and Cody pays attention because he has to, but the general’s little smile aimed in Cody’s direction does nothing to help him concentrate.

Alpha-17 greets them as soon as Taun We opens the door to one of the training rooms, and Cody finds he’d actually missed the old hardass; it isn’t every brother that can call High General Yoda a toad to his face and get away with it, just by virtue of being Alpha-17.

And then Alpha sees Obi-Wan and actually smiles, and Cody updates his mental counter to six. He had forgotten how much time Alpha had spent with the 212th before Cody was assigned, forgotten that it was Alpha with Obi-Wan when Ventress first kidnapped him; perhaps the holodramas are right, that shared trauma is a simple step away from romance.

Kriff, he could have gone his whole life not picturing Alpha trying to romance absolutely anyone.

“You haven’t asked,” Obi-Wan observes, hands folded under his chin across the desk from Cody. The teapot between them steams gently, filling Obi-Wan’s quarters with a haze of shiso and ginger that settles Cody’s nerves rather than stokes them.

“Sir?”

“Come now, Cody: we’ve worked together far too long for that.”

And Cody snorts a laugh, even as he turns back to the datapad in his hands. “I did not think it my business, sir.”

“Hm, and your conversation with Bail?”

Cody glances up. “Are you laughing at me, sir?”

The soft smile from Kamino is back on his general’s lips, making Cody all too aware of his helmet on the other side of the room. “Perhaps a little, Commander – your play for stoicism is as amusing as always.

“I don’t know what you refer to, General, I did not lie: I have not asked because it is not my business, and if there was more to discuss, I knew you would bring it up again.” With an inhaled sigh, Cody sets his datapad back on the desk and faces Obi-Wan properly, because he isn’t a cadet, and he isn’t what-are-emotions-what-is-responsibility Skywalker. “Clearly you have more to discuss.”

“Bah, you make it sound like a chore, Kote.”

He raises a brow. “When I was assigned to the 212th, General Vos warned me of your politician-speak, sir. Any conversation with you is a chore.”

Obi-Wan startles out a laugh, eyes crinkling at the corners as if just to remind him that there are lines on his face from more than just war. “Captain Rex tells me you get that snark from Alpha, but I must say I think it is a family trait.” Smiling behind his fingers, Obi-Wan tilts his head as if Cody were an especially endearing puzzle. “I’m afraid I don’t quite know how to navigate this conversation, my friend: I don’t believe I was the instigator of any in the past.”

“More politician-speak,” Cody chides without heat, but knows what he means anyways. “And you thought I would instigate, if you left it long enough?”

“Well, I hope I’ve created an environment where you and your brothers may speak your minds–”

“General,” Cody interrupts boldly, and Obi-Wan just keeps smiling at him, “I have it on good authority that none of my brothers have been the one to broach this subject first.”

“Mhm,” he chuckles, “Yes, I did hear about Commander Bly and Kit, and about Commander Choke with the 202nd.” Poor Shiny, Cody thinks, fresh out of ARC training when she met her general for the first time; the other battalions hadn’t stopped laughing about it for months.

“Sir, the freedom the Jedi have given us undermined nearly everything the longnecks brought us up to believe; if you are unsure of what to say, I’m hardly going to be more prepared.”

“Hm, perhaps we ought to be blunt with each other, then? Avoid the politician-speak entirely?”

“Yes, perhaps that would be better, sir.”

“Then, Kote, I would very much like to kiss you.”

“Only if you’ve brushed your teeth since you kissed Alpha.”

Obi-Wan throws his head back and laughs.

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