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Category: M/M
Fandoms: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types, Star Wars Prequel Trilogy
Relationships: CC-2224 | Cody/Obi-Wan Kenobi, 212th Attack Battalion Members (Star Wars: The Clone Wars)/Obi-Wan Kenobi, CC-5576-39 | Gregor/Obi-Wan Kenobi
Characters: Obi-Wan Kenobi, CC-2224 | Cody
Additional Tags: Exhibitionism, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Bottom Obi-Wan Kenobi, Top CC-2224 | Cody, Dualsex Stewjoni | Stewjoni Produce Both Ova and Sperm (Star Wars), Dualsex Obi-Wan Kenobi | Obi-Wan Kenobi Produces Both Ova and Sperm, Established Relationship, Submissive Obi-Wan Kenobi, Dominant CC-2224 | Cody, Spitroasting, Public Sex, No Beta
Summary:
The men installed the holocams in Obi-Wan’s office with his full knowledge and explicit permission. He knew exactly where they were. He knew how to disable them, if he so desired. He knew that they were recording at all hours. The men of the 212th could tune into the cams whenever they wanted and see what he was up to. It didn’t bother him. In fact, if he actually needed to focus on his work, he did it in his cabin and avoided his personal office. But the holocams weren’t there simply to check up on him, they had another purpose.
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Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Obi-Wan Kenobi/Darth Maul, Feral (Star Wars: The Clone Wars) & Darth Maul & Savage Opress
Characters: Obi-Wan Kenobi, Darth Maul
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Ritual Sex, Dualsex Obi-Wan Kenobi | Obi-Wan Kenobi Produces Both Ova and Sperm
Series: Part 6 of SubObi Week 2025
Summary:
SubObi Week Floating Prompt: Ritual Sex
Obi-Wan Kenobi reluctantly agrees to participate in a sex ritual on Dathomir in order to free the brothers of a Darkside Adept from their current state, if only to keep said Darksider from finding himself forced into closer alignment with other enemies of the Republic.
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Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types, Star Wars Prequel Trilogy, Star Wars - All Media Types
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: CC-2224 | Cody/Obi-Wan Kenobi, 212th Attack Battalion/Obi-Wan Kenobi
Characters: CC-2224 | Cody, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Clone Trooper Waxer (Star Wars), Clone Trooper Boil (Star Wars), OC clone characters
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Clones are dragon shapeshifters, Stewjoni are shiny, mild possessive behavior, The clones are dragons and Obi-Wan is shiny, They can't help it, Voyeurism, Dirty Talk, Submissive Obi-Wan Kenobi, Dominant CC-2224 | Cody
Series: Part 5 of SubObi 2022
Summary: “It’s such a shame you have to hide this,” Cody murmured.
Obi-Wan hadn’t realized Cody followed him. He was suddenly just there. The hand that came to rest on his hip was possessive, there was no denying that, but it wasn’t demanding. Cody wasn’t trying to do anything. His dragon instincts just demanded he touch the shiny thing…the shiny thing that had willingly given itself to him.
“You’re beautiful,” Cody whispered.
The heat in Obi-Wan’s cheeks had nothing to do with the fire.
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Day 4 of @subobi week is here! And this time we’ve got some high general!Cody/his Jedi lover Obi-Wan in a clone empire AU. Featuring the prompt of the day: fucking machines
Psst GG, feel like you’ve alluded to pregnancy kink in your stories. Would you ever get into more ~detail~ on that?
OHOHOHO ANON, GUESS WHAT? Today is apparently pregnancy kink/mpreg day for sub!obi week. And so, DETAIL. This is actually a snippet from the slo!au, because Cody very much knew exactly what he wanted early on in that fic.
This is spicy and not safe for wizards, but not overly so. Nothing very explicit. Oh, definitely Codywan (but with mentions of past Obikin):
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Cody had given no thought at all to pregnancy, during his training on Kamino. He was vaguely aware that nat-borns weren’t grown in tubes, that you couldn’t walk down a hall on most planets and find row after row after row of fetuses in different stages of development. But that had been as far as his consideration about the subject had gone.
And then he’d ended up assigned to a nat-born who was already pregnant. Obi-Wan Kenobi delivered the information as though it were barely a concern, and so Cody treated it that way, taking his cues in the unexpected situation from the person who seemed to know what they were doing.
He’d spent every free hour he could over the following days learning everything about the process. It only made sense. Most of the reading was dry and medical; he prefered that, in general. He’d not yet had time to branch out into different forms of writing.
It didn’t take him long to understand the condition, to develop an idea of what might be expected as it….progressed.
Everything had seemed simple enough.
Things rapidly became less simple.
He was used to the idea of children being lifted from jars when they were grown enough. It had been a cool and impersonal process. There was something innately personal about watching a child grow inside his General.
Cody caught glimpses, sometimes, of his body as it changed, the swell of his stomach, skin tight and firm. He found himself wondering, sometimes, tucked into a bunk at night, what it would feel like to touch Obi-Wan, to curve a hand around his stomach, fingers spread, to feel skin under his palm.
He thought, perhaps, more than he should about his General in his bunk at night, about sliding close to him, about being so careful of the stretch of his stomach, about sliding a hand further down and--
Cody knew the child Obi-Wan carried belonged to someone else, some other alpha, back on Coruscant. And he had no desire to - to interfere. But that didn’t do anything to change the urge down his spine, to reach out, to pull Obi-Wan closer, to hold.
He didn’t, of course. But he was the first person to hold the child, when she was born, screaming and lovely.
It shifted something in his chest, changed the shape of him on the inside. He felt rearranged all over again when he found out that the other alpha - another General, another Jedi - had no intention of continuing any kind of relationship with Obi-Wan.
Cody thought about the swell of Obi-Wan’s stomach, the first time he offered to help with his General’s heats. He thought about a child - his child - and he’d never even wanted a child before, but, oh--
He fucked Obi-Wan, over and over, and slid a hand over his flat stomach and wanted.
He knew, perfectly well, that the timing was all wrong. Watching Obi-Wan fight a war while heavily pregnant had left him with nightmares that still dug away at him. He wanted to fuck Obi-Wan full, wanted to see a child grow inside him, again, but he’d not risk such a thing.
He could wait. The war would end, eventually.
Until then, he made sure he always had a contraceptive shot before one of Obi-Wan’s heats, even if he imagined a child, each time, sunk deep into Obi-Wan’s body, listening to Obi-Wan groan and pant and stutter out his name, holding on.
He saw Obi-Wan smile, sometimes, looking fond and amused, when Cody flattened a hand on his stomach as they lay together. There were little lines, around the edges of his stomach, paler than the rest of his skin, and Cody liked to trace them, too, liked to imagine more of them, wanted--
He’d wanted for so long and so thoroughly, by the time the war actually ended, that he could only agree helplessly when Obi-Wan offered the chance to try for a child. He tried to speak into being how much he wanted a child, wanted it to take, wanted--
But his words failed him as they clung together, as Obi-Wan kissed him, so sweetly. And, in the end, they were not necessary.
