I am not just another number! None of us are!

Phoenix. she/her. (RedDragon99 on AO3) Adult. There will be Cloneshipping here. Ship & Let Ship. 18+ The Clone Wars. The Bad Batch (header gif by padawansuggest)

[animentality]

"fandom is dying," they whine as they stab artists and writers in the chest with discourse knives and harassment screws. "why isn't anyone making content for me to greedily consume for free as I make the experience worse for them and everyone around me?"

[btheleaf]

[mistycatt]

pada-wan

[joycomplexx]

by the way it's fine to like sexual content just for the sake of it. "we can't ban porn because other stuff will get banned" "sometimes nude art has value" "the government will classify queer people as sexual" this is all true but it's okay to just like porn. its okay to not want porn to be banned because you like it.

[mistycatt]

uhhh I drew Obi wan again 🥹

[letshareapapou]

Hook, Line and...

Tags/Warnings: CrossHunt, NSFW, weird merman anatomy, biting, blood

Wordcount: 1,390

Enjoy : )

Crosshair sent him a coy look, his silver tail glimmered in the sunlight spotted waters of their cove. When he caught Hunter's eyes he didn't wait for a response, merely swam off breezily. Hunter flushed, it wasn't unusual for them to have sex, far from it honestly, but it was almost the season for it. Neither one of them could hold eggs to properly produce offspring but Hunter always felt more…possessive of Crosshair.

And Crosshair reveled in it. He wasn't quiet in his hunger, egging Hunter on until they were both messy but sated. Hunter probably should be a bit embarrassed about how easy he was but Crosshair looked beautiful undone so he couldn't really care about much else.

Hunter glanced over his shoulder then, and sure enough Tech was watching him. Hunter resisted the urge to turn away as Tech gave him a pointed look. Omega was fast asleep in the coil of Tech's tail, her kelp stuffie dangled in her loose grip as she rubbed her face into his soft underbelly before settling again.

“I have plans later so I can only watch Omega for so long today.” Tech stated, turning back to the project in his hands. “but I know you two do not last very long anyway.”

Hunter huffed, wanting to be offended but it was true, especially in mating season, and just waved two clawed fingers before he was off. Crosshair wasn't hard to find, a few minutes swim from their cove was a secluded cave. Hunter paused at the entrance, one large hole blanketed Crosshair in sunlight, as he laid spread out in the darker sands. And he was already busy. Hunter bit his lip as Crosshair slid two fingers into the slit a little below where his skin ended and his pale tail began. Hunter could smell him already. His arousal was thick in the water, but he waited, eyes focused on Crosshair's slim fingers as they dipped inside himself. Crosshair’ stomach muscles clenched, his powerful tail jerked once before settling.

“Hunter if you don't get in here I'll finish myself off.” He groaned, slipping in a third finger. And Hunter didn't waste any time in swimming close, his own tail curling around Crosshair's to anchor them together in the softly swaying tides. He paused again, enjoying the view under him as Crosshair's slit pulsed, he could see inside it now, he was already wet and is cock was pressing up against his fingers. Hunter ran his own finger over the edge of the fluttering opening before sliding them inside. It was always surprising, at how warm it was, how different it felt, in contrast to the water. Crosshair made a weak noise then, his tail tightening around Hunter's before his slit spasmed. Hunter hooked two fingers on the edge and held it open to watch.

“Keep going.” He said, not even looking away for a response. Crosshair's fingers pressed in deeper, searching.

“ Hunter-” He groaned. Hunter licked his lips, he felt his own cock pressing insistently at his own slit but he ignored it.

“Come on Cross, show me that pretty cock.”

Crosshair groaned again, lowly, his cock spilled out past both of their fingers. It was always a lovely sight. The best comparison was to their tongues, only the organ was larger and they curled a bit, mostly so it could stay hooked inside another mer in the swaying tides. It wasn't rough, but rather sleek to the touch and firm when they were aroused.

It also glowed.

Crosshair's was a brilliant bright purple, it looked good against the silver of his tail. So good in fact that Hunter couldn't resist curling the fingers of his free hand over around the middle of it. It pulsed softly, Crosshair was already soaking though, buckling up weakly into Hunter’s touch. Hunter pressed downwards, sliding his fingers back into Crosshair's slit, his other hand still holding him open. Crosshair let out a sharp curse, clawing at Hunter's arm with one hand while the other bit Hunter's chest. Searching fingers found the base of him, Hunter rubbing hard at the root. Crosshair whined then, and Hunter knew the feeling, someone reaching into you and pulling, that feeling that started around your navel, pooling heat into you like fire. He thumbed over it again and Crosshair hissed, his tail coiled tightly around Hunter's. Suddenly Crosshair's hand wrapped around his wrist and pushed.

Hunter gapped, feeling his whole hand slide into Crosshair. He made a soft sound of surprise. He watched Crosshair's back bend in an arch, he felt the walls of his slit grip him hard. He was quaking lightly but his tail pulled Hunter closer. His eyes were closed, the muscle under his jaw jumped as he panted, open mouthed. He whimpered then, the fins on his back flared wide and Hunter thought he'd never seen anything so beautiful.

“Hunter-” Crosshair's voice was pleading now, the rare soft needy tone he used only when they were alone. It made Hunter's stomach flip. He wanted to please his mate. Maybe he should have asked but instead he made a fist around the sensitive organ inside and pulled-quite firmly.

Crosshair keened, thrashing against him and Hunter felt a flood of wetness soak his hand. Crosshair clawed hard into Hunter's chest as he came. His slit felt so tight around Hunter's fist he thought maybe it was too much but when it was over Crosshair melted back into the sand with half-lidded eyes, his hand idly stroking over Hunter's arm still buried in him. He looks sleepy and pliant. Satisfied.

In contrast Hunter was a ball of thundering energy so much so that he was shaking with it. He leaned down to kiss roughly at Crosshair lips, who chuckled weakly but kissed back, softening it into a quiet passion instead. He let Hunter's wrist go, and it slipped out of his loose slit easily. Hunter watched it twitch with a hungry stare.

By now, Hunter's cock had fought its own way out, interested. Hunter rubbed his body downward, the larger glowing red organ pushing roughly over Crosshair's abused slit. He began to reach for it, but Crosshair beat him to it, finger curling and guiding the cock past his puffy slit. He gasped brokenly into Hunter's mouth as he fit them together. Hunter felt himself throb but they both shook against each other as their cocks hooked together. It always felt like too much, the sensitive organs twisting against one another. Crosshair trembled, overstimulated.

“Can you come again for me?” Hunter questioned, voice low and rough. He didn't wait for an answer before he thrust them together harshly. He heard Crosshair gasping weakly but his eyes had closed. He pushed his mouth into the soft delicate curve of Crosshair's neck, right in the meat of where his gills ended and bit down hard, teeth sinking in deep. He felt Crosshair thrash and groaned loudly into the skin between his teeth, nostrils flaring. The water around them smelt of Crosshair’s release and Hunter held him down then and took his pleasure, racing after it. Crosshair chased him then and they fell over the edge together. Hunter emptied himself into Crosshair then with a snarl, his slit bloated with them both. Feeling sated, Hunter let go of the bloody flesh between his teeth and leaned down to rest his forehead on Crosshair's shoulder instead. They panted softly, off sync.

They would be locked together for a few minutes. If it was a proper coupling, eggs would be taken into a womb but instead their cocks held fast until it was over. Hunter started trailing kisses over the skin beneath his lips and Crosshair hummed.

“You were rough,” He grunted, but his voice sounded pleased.

“Sorry.” Hunter replied, voice just as rocky as he had been, as if he didn't know how much Crosshair enjoyed it.

He felt a sharp tug at his hair then, pulling his head up and away, so Crosshair could send him a heated stare

“Next time be rougher.”

Hunter rolled his eyes, licking the blood off his teeth. He pulled his cock free, feeling Crosshair’s tail flick hard and smirked.

He definitely needed his brother’s help.

For next time anyway.

Crosshair would look stunning with them all filling him up.

[anstarwar]

You’ve already won me over

In spite of me

Don’t be alarmed if I fall

Head over feet

Don’t be surprised if I love you

For all that you are

+++

Been having a bad couple of weeks so defaulting back to my comfort characters while I spend lots of hours hurrying up and waiting

[liaonyxrayne]

CodyWan. Testing out a secondary art style for doing more illustrative things. Feedback welcome!

[amphibiousfella]

more ppl should hop on the quinfox train... i miss them

alt versions + close ups under the cut <3

(pose ref from loonicaro)

[letshareapapou]

[kyraltre]

Snippet from Chapter 11 of Lifeline by @huntressdarkness

“I’m– I’m not yours,” Crosshair says carefully, “but I want to be, I can be, if you want me, too.” Hunter’s breath catches, naked longing flashing across his face. “I– yeah,” he replies, voice barely above a whisper, as though speaking too loudly might mean a revocation of the offer. “Of course, I want you. I never stopped.”

This scene had me in a choke hold. This is piece 2 of 3 for Lifeline. If you have not read it, I strongly recommend it!

Speedpaint under the cut

<ref> by @mellon-soup

[appleblossoms08]

most gorgeous big brown eyes you've ever seen vs. staring into your soul

Orginal meme:

[milkcioccolato]

🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍🌈HAPPY PRIDE MONTH 2026🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️

Remade this minicomic from two years ago!

this is becoming a yearly occurrence now hahahaha

Old version HERE!

[subobi]

the temple trap by HiddenOne

Rating: Explicit

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: M/M

Fandoms: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars: Clone Wars (2003) - All Media Types

Relationship: CC-2224 | Cody/Obi-Wan Kenobi

Characters: CC-2224 | Cody, Obi-Wan Kenobi

Additional Tags: Under-negotiated Kink, Submissive Obi-Wan Kenobi, Dominant CC-2224 | Cody, Praise Kink, Hand Jobs, Dirty Talk, SubObi Week (Star Wars)

Summary:

Their investigation of a temple - not Sith, but a local fertility goddess - requires an offering to exit. One made of joy and gratitude.

Easy enough for Cody and his men, but apparently not his General. Performance issues weren’t something he usually had to worry about with General Kenobi, but that was okay. Cody would always be there for his General to help.

[lepidopoda]

Everything that was broken has forgotten its brokenness. I live now in a sky-house, through every window the sun. Also, your presence. Our touching, our stories. Earthy and holy both. How can this be, but it is. Every day has something in it whose name is Forever.

~ Everything That Was Broken by Mary Oliver

[rooksunday]

always a sucker for wingfic! putting cody in the jar and shaking him for @drowninginmytbr

Overall, the most challenging element of the entire situation was the disappointing lack of professionalism in the conduct of his fellow officer.

After the third full minute of laughter, Cody’s patience had thoroughly expired. He took a deep breath through his nose, manfully refrained from rolling his eyes, and let the breath out again.

“Whenever you’re done, captain.”

The unspoken which had better be soon evidently managed to filter through the fluff Rex held between his ears, as Rex finally—finally—exerted some decorum and began to literally smother his giggles, pressing his hands over his mouth like a tubie. He remained doubled over, the side of his face pressed into Cody’s bunk where he’d partially collapsed, his helmet abandoned during the first wave of laughter. Rex’s eyes were bright and his cheeks stained with tears. He’d been weeping at Cody’s misfortune. Weeping!

They were at war and Rex was laughing in Cody’s face.

If anyone in Cody’s vicinity should be weeping, it was Cody himself.

“Sorry, Cody. Sorry,” Rex said, only to break off with a hiccupped giggle. He wiped his eyes on Cody’s bedsheet. “Sorry. I’m stopping.”

“You’re on laundry duty. Forever.”

“I know.” Another hiccup. Rex rolled his lips between his teeth. “Whew! I’m done.” He coughed and straightened to standing, where he smoothed down his chest armour as if it had become creased. He cleared his throat. “Done. I’m done.”

His gaze remained fixed on Cody’s face, determinedly so, like a shiny confronted with their first Twi-lek.

Cody arched a brow. The one on the scarred side, so Rex knew he meant business.

“Are you sure?”

A nod. “Very much so.”

“Then if I do this” –Cody twitched one of his new appendages and the tiny, useless wing sent a waft of sparkles billowing over Cody’s shoulder, straight at Rex’s smirking face— “you’ll be… That’s what I thought.”

Rex collapsed to the floor with a howl of laughter. Multicoloured sparkles stuck to his eyelashes and joined the constellations of shiny Force-knew-what already caught in his hair. Cody sighed. It had been an hour since he’d returned from the planet with the ancient temple, trailing a slug trail of sparkles throughout the Negotiator, and he had yet to devise a stratagem for recovery, because his second couldn’t stop laughing about it.

And they hadn’t even gotten to the part about General Kenobi.

“Do you think he’ll be much longer, Commander?” Kenobi asked, his voice nearly lost beneath Rex’s cackling.

Cody tapped the collar of his armour, nudging against the tiny hands holding on the rim. Kenobi hadn’t wanted to ride in Cody’s utility pouch, and had instead requested the view from Cody’s shoulder; as a result, he’d become nearly invisible within the plastoid. Rex had yet to notice him.

Finally getting his general into armour had not been worth the price.

In response to Kenobi’s question, Cody shook his head. Toeing Rex none too gently in the side, and getting only a red-faced giggling squirm of clone in response, Cody mentally wrote off the rest of his afternoon. He found himself wishing that General Skywalker were around, instead of off adventuring with Commander Tano.

That was what the situation had reduced Cody to: wishing for Anakin Skywalker to fix a problem.

Cold horror washed through Cody.

“I think I’m going to check in with the medics,” he said.

[mistycatt]

Obi wan and Cody doodles !!

[kartaylirnaak]

Codywan Week Day 2 Fic

ba'jur bal beskar'gam – education and armour by kartaylirnaak

Rating: G, No Archive Warnings

@codywanweek 2025 Day 2 Prompt — Mandalorian culture/Clones raised as Mandalorians

Tags: Mandalorian clones, clones speak Mando'a, established Codywan, fluff, hand holding

The arrival of a padawan would be a deep and profound responsibility for both of them, and all of the vode under their command. An ad of their very own, to nurture and protect. Cody’s eyes flick back up to meet Obi-Wan’s from where they’d strayed while lost in thought. His jetii meets him as he always does, gentle reassurance and steadfast belief in his commander. Both of their hard edges softened when they’re alone together. Or. Codywan get a padawan.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/69440296