elthadriel

[elthadriel]

hi!!!!! reminder that me and @elthadriel made a codex server! here's a new, unexpired link :)

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Codex Week is back for 2025! 🎉

Codex Week 2025 is running from December 1, 2024 to February 22, 2025, with all fanworks posted from February 16 to February 22, 2025.

DAY 1 (2/16): TENDING WOUNDS DAY 2 (2/17): BONDED PAIR DAY 3 (2/18): CLONE REBELLION DAY 4 (2/19): AMNESIA | MISSING MEMORIES DAY 5 (2/20):INTIMATE VULNERABILITY DAY 6 (2/21): NIGHTMARES | INSOMNIA DAY 7 (2/22): AFTER THE WAR

ALT PROMPTS UNDER THE CUT

You can swap any alt prompt for any day you'd like.

ALT 1: THE COLDEST NIGHTS BY HENRI PRESTES

ALT 2: DO ANDROIDS DREAM OF ELECTRIC SHEEP BY PHILIP K. DICK

ALT 3: UNTITLED BY JAMES FENNER

ALT 4: THE CONFRONTATION BY PASSIONATTE

ALT 5: STILL 1 FROM SCAVENGERS REIGN

ALT 6: BLUE BIRCH MARSH BY JEF BOURGEAU

ALT 7: FOREST MAZE BY KILIAN ENG

[elthadriel]

Shore leave

There were only a couple of days between the battles - not even a shore leave, just the time the ship needed to take them from one planet to another. Every minute they had was precious.

Second commision for @elthadriel

https://archiveofourown.org/works/61907062

[elthadriel]

I always enjoy your writing of Jesse and Kix in their separate parts, and am desperately in need of seeing them being together in your style. could you write something abt Jessix, either dorky or spicy (or maybe both)?

Hey!

I’m really glad you like how I write them. Kix in particular is a character I always mean to write more about than I end up doing.

Unfortunately, I’m not taking prompts just now (the ones I’ve been doing I asked for from a discord server as I didn’t want too many) as I’m busy writing for Codex Week. I do sporadically open prompts on tumblr either by reblogging a prompt list or making an post, so it's worth keeping an eye out for later in the year.

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Happy new year from your fav Marshal Commander

[elthadriel]

Hello! May I suggest Bossk/Aayla with facesitting? :)

Another one that I got too excited about. You told me in dms that Bly could also be here, so Bly is also here.

Read it on Ao3!

[elthadriel]

The last hurrah!

As a final goodbye to my patreon, one last Codex piece for the road.

There's a few hours still to take advantage of the discount code

739F4

for full access to all previous artworks (somewhere between 250-300!) for a $4 one-off charge (plus taxes).

Thanks to anyone who's ever supported my art, whether that be by being a patron, or just giving it a cheeky reblog over here on tumblr. You're all amazing, I will probably still pop up with random pieces of (SFW) art here and there, and I do still have commissions open most of the time. One book has closed, but a couple are still very much open 💙

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Jon Juarez

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"All animals taking the Coruscant Transit Authority must fit within a handheld bag or carrier"

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CODEX WEEK 2025

Prompts for Codex Week 2025 are out! Alt Prompts are available under the cut. You can swap any alt prompt for any day you'd like.

DAY 1 (2/16): TENDING WOUNDS

DAY 2 (2/17): BONDED PAIR

DAY 3 (2/18): CLONE REBELLION

DAY 4 (2/19): AMNESIA | MISSING MEMORIES

DAY 5 (2/20): INTIMATE VULNERABILITY

DAY 6 (2/21): NIGHTMARES | INSOMNIA

DAY 7 (2/22): AFTER THE WAR

Alt prompts can be found under the cut. You can swap any alt prompt for any day you'd like.

ALT 1: THE COLDEST NIGHTS BY HENRI PRESTES

ALT 2: DO ANDROIDS DREAM OF ELECTRIC SHEEP BY PHILIP K. DICK

ALT 3: UNTITLED BY JAMES FENNER

ALT 4: THE CONFRONTATION BY PASSIONATTE

ALT 5: STILL 1 FROM SCAVENGERS REIGN

ALT 6: BLUE BIRCH MARSH BY JEF BOURGEAU

ALT 7: FOREST MAZE BY KILIAN ENG

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[elthadriel]

For the prompts you posted in discord, I'd love to read Codex with sounding, cock cage, or milking.

This one got even more out of hand than all the other prompts this cycle that got out of hand.

You can read it on Ao3!

[elthadriel]

Ahsoka/Barriss; Overstimulation | Anal Sex | Temperature Play. You're welcome

After threatening for so long to write f/f anal sex I deserved this one. I like how it came out so it's being crossposted to Ao3!

This time it’s a rusty space station on the edge of Wild Space. Barriss arrives three hours before Ahoska does and is refuelled and ready to leave when she feels Ahsoka step off her ship across the hanger. She almost leaves anyway. 

This time it’s Ahsoka’s ship, Ahsoka’s bed, Ahsoka’s cock, but Barriss wears it. 

It’s a togruta cock, longer than mirialan ones usually get, thin at the end and getting thicker and thicker towards the base. It’s the same colours as Ahsoka’s lekku and Barriss wonders, but doesn’t ask, if that’s deliberate. She straps the harness around her waist and allows Ahsoka and the Force to push her back onto the bed without touching her. The bed is narrow with a low bulkhead, cramped enough that the only place for Ahsoka to fit her is straddling Barriss’ hips. She puts a knee on either side of Barriss and hunches over her to avoid scraping her montrals. 

It’s reminiscent of their first time. Barriss doesn’t say that either. 

Ahsoka pours lube over the cock, coating the entire surface. Her impatience leaves it thin in some places and thick blobs sliding down the side in others. 

With both hands on Barriss’ shoulders Ahsoka raises herself up, bending further so she’ll fit, until she’s hovering over the cock. Her legs are open enough that her folds spread the white and blue of her cunt that matches the toy visible between her legs. She’s wet there, almost as wet as the toy. That’s not the angle Ashoka wants.

Ahsoka lowers herself slowly, but without any hesitation. The cock slides into her ass, opening her wider the further she sinks. The base is so thick, opening Ahoska so wide, but her ass meets Barriss’ thighs, pressing Barriss’ end of the toy down against her clit, offering her something to grind on. 

Only then, ass stuffed full of the cock does she smile at Barriss, bearing sharp teeth. It’s warm and a threat all wrapped up together. Barriss grabs a handful of Ahsoka’s ass in each hand, squeezing the fat. She holds Ashoka there, rubbing up against the toy, digging it deeper into Ahsoka and sending sharp pleasure through her own cunt.

This time they kiss. Barriss surges forward and captures Ahsoka’s lips with hers. Ahsoka’s smile doesn’t fade, just morphs under Barriss’ mouth so Barriss' tongue can remind itself of the point of Ahsoka’s teeth. 

Ahsoka uses her hands on Barriss’ shoulders for balance, raising herself up off the cock until the end threatens to slip out of her. She drops back down with less control, forcing air from her lungs and into Barriss’ mouth.

It drags the base over Barriss’s clit more effectively than her grinding, sending sparks up her spine. Her fingers on Ahsoka’s ass tighten. She’ll leave bruises in her wake that will linger longer than Barriss will once they’re finished. 

Ahsoka’s tongue moves against hers with a familiarness born of learning to kiss like this against each other. Barriss always kisses expecting to be kissed back just like this.

This time Ahsoka rides with selfish focus, fucking herself on the cock with abandon. Her cunt drips down onto Barriss’ belly but she never reaches to fill it too. Her breasts press up against Barriss’ nipples hard, moving with the force she rides Barriss with. Lube drips down the cock to sit warm and wet on Barriss’ folds.

A different time Barriss might flip them, put Ahsoka face down in the bed and fuck her ass until she begs for Barriss to touch her clit.

Ahsoka’s hands move from her shoulders to her headscarf, the only clothing left between them. She twists her fingers through it, thumbs brushing over the point it meets her face. She sighs into barriss’ mouth and ruts against the toy. 

In Force Barriss sees the last time they met like this and the next time they will. Both encounters tug at the edges of this one, poisoning in the ways they are better and worse. They talked last time and it was night until they argued. Next time Ahoska will lay between Barriss’ legs and lick her until she loses track of how many times she’s come. Barriss won’t return the favour. 

The visions collapse around her. 

This time Barriss pulls at the Force and  Ahsoka’s hands are gone from her headscarf, twisting them back behind Ahsoka’s back and holding them there. It puts an gorgeous arch in Ahoska’s spine, pushing her chest forward and ass back. It breaks the kiss but the taste of Ahsoka remains. 

Ahoska frowns, but doesn't fight it. As long as she can still get what she wants.

Hands pinned, Ahsoka draws on the Force to help her continue her brutal pace, relying on Barriss' hands on her hips to hold her steady. She doesn’t slow in the slightest, doesn’t change her methods to help Barriss grind an orgasm from the base of the toy. Barriss does that herself, shifts her position until each time Ahsoka sides down she’s pushed closer to her peak. 

Ahsoka’s expression softens as she gets closer, eyes closing, mouth open and panting. She looks so much like she did the first time, before a lifetime of mistakes had passed between them. How does Barriss look to her?

The Force threatens to show her. 

She puts her face into Ashoka’s skin, squeezing her eyes shut and chasing out everything else with the throbbing in her clit.

Ahsoka shoves her body down and Barriss thrusts her hips up to meet her. Ahoska sprays come from her cunt all up Barriss’ belly, and over her chest. She sits a heavy weight in Barriss' lap, the widest point of the cock still inside her, squashing the toy down against Barriss so she can grind up against it. It squelches inside Ahsoka as Barriss moves, rubbing her clit against the base, vision whitening. 

Ahsoka is kissing her again, hands freed, pinching at Barriss' nipples, twisting them to hurt her and to prolong her orgasm. 

Ahsoka smiles again, softer this time and lifts herself off the toy. It seems impossible that it could have fit inside her. There’s lube coating the inside of Ahsoka’s thighs, dripping from her ass like slick drips from her cunt. She climbs from the bed and pauses in profile, not looking at Barriss, but not fully looking away. 

This time she doesn’t say anything, just pads to the fresher to clean up. 

Barriss will clean up back on her ship. She removes the harness and leaves Ahsoka’s cock on the bed. The sonic kicks up from the fresher, an old rumbling thing that rattles the whole ship. Barriss lingers, reaching out in the Force just enough to pull the lingering warmth of the moment around her. 

She collects her clothes for my floor, pulling on only just enough of them for the short trip back to her ship.

This time she’ll be off the station before Ahsoka is done in the sonic. 

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They weren't scared.

After Kamino, where they had to keep looking over their shoulders, and after the endless months of war, where an attack could come at any second, it felt more like they don't have to decide what is going to happen than being forced into something. It was warm and relaxing and peacefull.

First of my commisions for @elthadriel

[elthadriel]

Hello! Can I be very predictable and ask for Rex/Tup with either 11 (from the kinktober prompts) or 💜 (from the kissing prompts)?

Does this count as uniform kink? I hope so

Tup had locked the meeting room himself, but if he were physically able to tear himself away from this sight he would check it again. Selfishly he doesn’t want to share this with anyone. Rex’s kama hangs from his hips, the bottom of the blue trim brushing the top of boots. The kama and his boots are all he’s wearing, and it might have been Tup’s idea, but his imagination was a pale imitation to reality.

Rex is bent over the meeting table, balanced on his elbows, legs apart. He’s not looking back at Tup, but he huffs in amusement anyway, correctly guessing at the dumb expression Tup hasn’t been successful at wiping off his face.

 Rex’s position has the two sections of kama pulling apart, the split down the back widening, leaving an inviting view of bare skin. Rex’s cock sits hard between his legs, his checks parted, asshole shiny with lube and fully on display.

“We don’t have long,” Rex reminds him.

“I need to remember how you look,” Tup says.

Rex laughs at him again, lowering his shoulders, pushing his ass higher. Tup’s breath catches, his thoughts stalling .

“I’ll give you a reminder if you forget.”

It’s enough of a promise to get Tup moving. He takes the only step needed to be within armsreach, gripping Rex’s hips through the kama.

“Finally,” Rex mutters, mostly teasing but with some real impatience tucked under it.

Tup sides into him, Rex’s body opening up for him with only a soft ‘ah’ from Rex to hint at it being any effort at all. Tup pushes until their flush, Rex’s ass enveloping him right down to the base of his cock. The edges of the kama rub against his skin.

Rex is right; they don't have long. He should have put more time aside for this.

Tup thrusts into Rex, the heavy kama swinging with each smack of Tup’s hips against Rex’s ass. Rex’s head bows, showing off the long line of his neck. His arms trembling but not in a way that threatens to give out.

Tup could fuck them both to completion like this, watch come leak out of Rex’s hole framed by his kama.

He wants to see Rex’s face.

He pulls out, and Rex makes a wounded noise, louder than any sound Tup’s managed to pull from him already.

“Turn over,” Tup says.

Rex eagerly scrambles over, putting  his bare back flat to the meeting table, his legs hanging awkwardly off the end. His kama spreads out around him, spilling off the thick belt wrapped awkwardly over his skin instead of armour. Rex smiles, bashful for all that he knows how hot he looks.

His cock curls up towards his belly. A drop of precome falls and splatters onto the edge of the kama.

They don't have long and Tup isn’t feeling patient. He hikes up Rex’s legs, elbows sliding until they hit the bend of Rex’s knee and the purchase they need. Rex bends, knees coming up towards his head, boots hanging on either side of Tup.

The armour makes his legs heavy and the platoid slips but the image Rex makes is worth it. Tup pushes back back into him and with Rex face up there’s no hiding how much Rex likes it.

They don’t have long, but they have long enough for them both to stain Rex’s kama.

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[elthadriel]

slides this to you (if still looking for prompts). cody/dogma and oral fixation. or drunken kiss, first kiss, any one that speaks to u. I just think they're neat and want to study them like bugs.

or maybe bossk + clone(s) of ur choice and overstimulation?

I went with Cody/Dogma and oral fixation because I also think they're neat

Marshal Commander Cody’s smile is all teeth.

“Afraid I’ll bite you?” he asks, and runs his tongue between his incisors.

Dogma swallows down the ‘yes, sir’ that threatens to humiliate him. It’s not too late to leave, but that will be even more humiliating than staying. It’s too much to have Cody learn who he is and lose respect for him all in the same day.

“Will you?” he asks.

“I suppose we’ll have to find out,” Cody says, looking up at Dogma with an expression that doesn’t inspire confidence.

Dogma can’t bring himself to move and Cody laughs. Dogma’s managed to humiliate himself anyway.

“I promise I won’t take your fingers off. Or your cock if we manage to get that far,” Cody says, with a sincerity that even Dogma doubts.

The cock in question twitches, eager even if Dogma is thinking better of this. Marshal Commander Cody is kneeling at his feet asking to suck his cock and he’s about to ruin it.

Cody is as intimidating kneeling as he is barking orders under blasterfire.

“Give me something to suck on, trooper, or I’ll find someone who will.”

It’s a final warning. Dogma’s never needed one of those before. He’s a good soldier who follows orders the first time he hears them. He doesn’t feel like a soldier. He feels like a cadet trying to keep up with an alpha.

Cody holds his mouth obediently open, and it does nothing to settle the feeling that Dogma is prey willingly putting himself in a predator’s mouth. A human bite can take off fingers.

Dogma puts his index and middle fingers into Cody’s mouth. He does it with a care that he can’t will away, making certain he doesn’t touch any part of Cody, just hovering over Cody’s tongue and between his sharp teeth and soft lips. Cody’s warm breath rushes over his skin.

He can’t talk like this. It’s an improvement. It gives Dogma a second to find his feet.

Cody’s tongue darts up to lick at the pads of Dogma’s fingers. Dogma flinches, knuckles bumping up against Cody’s teeth, the wet of Cody’s tongue lingering.

The corner’s of Cody’s eyes crease with mirth.

Dogma’s cock strains in his underwear, mixing confusingly with the horror of being so openly mocked by someone like Cody. He lowers his fingers, pressing down on Cody’s tongue.

Cody allows it for a moment, lets Dogma push down and then spreads his fingers to let Cody’s tongue slide between them, curling up over his index finger. His fingers are in Marshal Commander Cody’s mouth. Cody’s licking them. He’s—

Cody’s teeth close around Dogma’s fingers. It’s not the snap he was scared of, just a hold, teeth digging in firmly above and below. It’s not enough to hurt, but enough to be felt. Cody’s lips follow and he sucks.

Dogma almost loses his feet. That could be his cock. If he doesn’t mess this up, that could be his cock getting sucked by Marshal Commander Cody.

Cody leans forward, loosening his teeth, sucking hard. It takes a second for what he wants to sink through the mess of thoughts swirling in Dogma’s head, but when it does he hurries to obey. Dogma lets Cody suck his fingers deeper,until Dogma’s hand is up against his face, Cody’s lips brushing up against the final knuckle.

Cody smiles around the fingers, and Dogma’s pulse pounds thick in his throat. He forces his fingers forward, making Cody take some of his hand. Dogma probes deeper until the hard roof of Cody’s mouth turns soft and just a little further. Cody chokes. His throat spasms around Dogma’s fingers and he shudders, his shoulders jerking up defensively.

He doesn’t pull away.

Cody sucks on Dogma’s fingers and swallows around where they’re deep in his mouth. The mocking smile isn’t gone, but some of the nastiness is. Cody’s eyes go half lidded.

He likes it. He really likes it.

Dogma pulls back a little, the light hold of Cody’s teeth scraping over his knuckles. Cody sucks harder, tongue moving under Dogma’s fingers promising to do indescribable things to Dogma’s cock.

Cody’s lazy eyes are still fixed up on Dogma, his teeth pressing more instantly into Dogma’s fingers. Cody has never felt more dangerous.

[elthadriel]

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