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>tfw your non-Star Wars porn outnumbers your Star Wars porn
>Episode VIII comes out.
>It is revealed that the crazy Anakin reincarnation theory is true.
>Kylo Ren lusts over Rey because she is female Anakin.
I, for one, am sorely disappointed in the complete lack of love-y, cuddly star wars smut.
I wonder if it's just shabby blue and a few other early artists with hardcore gangbang/monster/slut fetishes shaping the whole scene or what
There is ABSOLUTELY love-y cuddly smut for Star Wars, but most of it's not art. It's stories that are about on tumblr or on A03.
Maybe FFdotnet... if you dare.
[spoiler]So sayeth QA undercover[/spoiler]
There is some art like that out there, though the recent ones seem to be exclusively of Kylo and Rey. I was honestly expecting more rape, due to that interrogation scene.
>Luke X Mara 1/2
Luke lay in his bed, the light from Yavin 4's night sky spilling in from the window, and shining across Mara's sleeping form. It wasn't often that he had time to appreciate the small things. Listening to the gentle sound of her breathing, taking in the sight of her chest rising and falling gently, her nipples stiff from the chill air. Her red hair shone and her lips glittered in the light of the stars.
He reached a hand out towards her, gently tracing his fingertips along her breast and nipples, the sensation of her creamy skin a pleasure all its own. She stirred slightly as he slowly trailed his fingers down her stomach, moving the blanket aside as he went. He stopped at her pubic hair, delicately playing with the coarse red hairs, and she stirred again, opening her eyes slightly to squint at Luke.
"You woke me up." She grumped. "You'd better be planning on helping me get back to sleep." She said, as she turned on her side and slid closer to Luke, resting a hand on his chest.
"I didn't mean to wake you, but now that you're up..." He trailed off as he slipped his hand down to cup her ass, squeezing it. He gave her a light smack, watching her cheeks jiggle with the impact, his handprint quickly fading.
Sighing with amusement, she slid her leg across him, placing her knee on his other side so that she straddled him. She leaned forward, one hand on his chest, kissing him deeply. Lowering her hips, she felt his rapidly stiffening cock pressed against her. She rocked her hips back and forth, rubbing her pussy against his shaft, lightly dragging her nails down his chest as he fidgeted.
"I suppose if the Master of the New Jedi Order asks, I can't refuse, can I?" She teased, reaching between her legs to wrap her fingers around his cock. She started stroking slowly and gently, moving back as she did so.
Continuing to stroke him, she watched his face as it lit up with pleasure, and stuck her tongue out, swirling it around the tip his cock, saliva dripping down to her fingers. She used her hands to work her spit all over his cock, while Luke moaned in response. Unable to resist any longer, she moved so that she was straddling his cock again. She spread her pussy lips apart with one hand, lowering herself onto his dick, savoring the pleasure each inch brought her. Luke placed his hands on her ass, and each time she thrust him into her pussy, her asscheeks bounced under his palms.
She kept riding him, grabbing her breasts and massaging them while her legs quivered, her pleasure obvious by how wet her cunt was. Her face flushed, breathing heavy, sliding his cock in and out herself, she couldn't keep going for long. She leaned forward, resting her head on Luke's shoulder, bouncing her hips down again and again, his moaning in her ear making her want it more and more. She was getting close to orgasming now, waves of pleasure shooting through her each time her pussy lips hit the base of his shaft, her juices squirting out each time. Luke grunted suddenly, and she felt his cum shoot into her, filling her pussy with a warm, sticky, pleasant sensation.
She gingerly lifted herself off of his cock, moving her head down to lap at the fluids coating his cock, a combination of her juice and Luke's cum. Her tongue flicked deftly across the entirety of his cock, bit by bit, working her way up from the base of the shaft. It was too delicious to let go to waste. She opened her mouth to say something to Luke, but she was interrupted by a snore. Sighing, she shook her head, and then lay down beside him, wrapping her leg across his lower body, resting her head on his chest, listening to the beating of his heart. She started to drift asleep, thinking of all the way she'd make him pay for falling asleep. Images of whips and chains filled her dreams. Next time, Luke would beg her to let him cum.
> HF link: http://www.hentai-foundry.com/stories/user/Fic-Anon/19549/Nights-on-Yavin-4
And with you as well, questanon.
Yuri is always a worthwhile endeavour. I've got at least on yuri fic I'm working on, in the meantime, here's one I wrote a few years ago with Ahsoka, Chuchi, and Bariss.
>HF Link: http://www.hentai-foundry.com/stories/user/Fic-Anon/9275/Jealous-Jedi/22904/Chapter-1/Chapter-1
Barriss strolled through the senate building, mild irritation showing on her face. She was much angrier then she appeared, but the composure of a Jedi is well known to all. She walked up to Riyo Chuchi, former Senator of the Galactic Republic, currently visiting Coruscant for both business, and pleasure. Barriss, tapped Chuchi on the shoulder, and whispered in her ear.
“May I have a word with you, Senator Chuchi?”
“Of course, Mistress Jedi. Please excuse me everyone, I'll return shortly,” she bowed, and followed Barriss down a hall to an empty meeting room.
“Now, Mistress Jedi, what can I do for you?” Chuchi eyed Barriss warily, sensing irritation but not knowing what it could mean.
“I want you to stop seeing Ahsoka Tano,” Barriss said angrily. Chuchi was shocked by the forwardness for a moment.
“And who are you to tell me who I can and cannot see?” Chuchi retorted angrily, stamping her foot and flushing a darker blue around her face.
“I am Barriss Offee, and Ahsoka is mine.” Barriss moved her hand towards her lightsaber, anger flashing in her eyes.
“BARRISS!” came a shout from the hall, and the sound of someone running.
“Barriss, where are you?” Ahsoka sprinted past the door, and skidded to a halt realizing she'd just passed the person she was looking for.
“There you are Barriss. What are you doing to Chuchi?” Ahsoka asked, taking a haughty stance in the doorway.
“Oh, Ahsoka, I was just having a lovely chat with Senator Chuchi.”
“Really? Sure you weren't, I don't know, threatening her our of misplaced jealousy?” Ahsoka asked sarcastically.
Barriss looked down at the floor in shame and penance.
“I'm sorry, Ahsoka.” she murmured.
“I think I'll have to punish you for that. What do you think, Chuchi?” Ahsoka smiled mischievously at Chuchi, and Chuchi flushed a dark blue again.
“That sounds like a brilliant Ahsoka,” Chuchi replied, smiling broadly at Barriss.
“What? N-no! Come on, I'll go back to the temple, and you can spank me there Ahsoka!” Barriss held her hands up, backing away, her green cheeks flushed a startlingly bright red.
“But then how could Chuchi punish you?” Ahsoka teased, closing the door, and locking it from the inside.
She and Chuchi started moving towards Barriss, and Barriss relented.
“All right. What do you want me to do, Mistresses?” Barriss slumped to her knees before them, submissive and ready for her punishment.
Chuchi gave the first command; “Go stand in front of that table, and bend over on it. AFTER you take off your clothing of course.”
Barriss shook nervously as she slowly disrobed, each action revealing more luscious green skin, interspersed with Mirialan martial tattoos.
When she got down to her undergarments, Ahsoka held up a hand for her to stop.
“That's enough – for now. No reason to get too far ahead of ourselves. Now bend over.” Ahsoka grinned, biting her lower lip as she did so. Chuchi stared boldly at Barriss, looking up and down her body, admiring every inch of the warrior litheness of the young Jedi Knight.
Barriss lay her torso as flat to the table as she could, her tits pressing uncomfortably into her chest.
“Now Barriss, Chuchi here is going to give you a good spanking, and you're going to take it like a good girl, right?” Barriss nodded, and made a noise of agreement.
>Post timers and character limits; a painful struggle.
Chuchi walked up to Barriss, and crouched down in front her tight green ass, she planted one hand on each cheek, and started caressing them gently. She stopped, and stood up, winking at Ahsoka. She smacked Barriss's ass, gently at first, but getting harder with each swing, until a bright red hand print stood out on sharply among the green. She stopped, for moment, walking over to Ahsoka.
“Look at us Barriss,” Chuchi said teasingly. Barriss looked back at them, and Chuchi started kissing Ahsoka, softly at first, growing passionate and desperate as they continued, running her deft blue fingers all over Ahsoka's supple orange skin.
They kept kissing, deeply, all the while undressing, and caressing each other.
When they finished, they stood nude before Barriss, hands on each others breasts, not kissing any longer, but still joined by their tongues.
Chuchi sat on the table near Barriss, legs spread, facing Ahsoka. With one hand, she rubbed her body all over, with the other, she beckoned Ahsoka.
Ahsoka came over, and got down on her knees, placing one hand on each of Chuchi's thighs, meeting Barriss' eye for a moment before diving in. She started licking Chuchi's lovely blue lips, and Chuchi put her free hand on Ahsoka's head while the other continued its stimulation of her nipples. Chuchi gasped, her face flushed a deeper blue as Ahsoka sent her clever tongue exploring deep into Chuchi's cootchie.
Barriss, now too horny to sit on the sideline, climbed on the table fully, moved behind Chuchi, grabbed her by the shoulders, forcing her to lay flat on her back. Barriss put her head down, kissing Chuchi deeply, while she freed herself of the remaining undergarments.
They stopped kissing for a moment, and Chuchi smiled at Barriss.
“I knew you'd come around.” As a reply, Barriss smiled back at her, putting her thighs on either side of her head, before gently settling down on her beautiful blue face. Chuchi's hands moved to grab Barriss' ass, and pull her succulent green muff down onto her face, and Barriss gasped in surprise and pleasure, her face flushing bright red quickly. She brought one hand up to her mouth, and suckled on her finger gently, while with the other, she toyed with Chuchi's deep blue nipple.
Muffled moans of pleasure came from between Barriss' legs as Ahsoka started using one of her lightsabers as a makeshift dildo, using the other on herself, adding her sounds of pleasure to those coming from Barriss and Chuchi.
Chuchi began pushing at Barriss suddenly, and used her legs to push at Ahsoka. They reluctantly stopped, Barriss sitting up from her face, and Ahsoka removing her lightsaber from her vagina. She ran her tongue all over the hilt, lapping up all of Chuchi's delectable juices.
Chuchi licked her face where Barriss pleasure had left its mark, and then she spoke.
“Its uncomfortable on this table. Let's all move to the floor.” She sat up as she spoke, getting off of the table, her blue breasts jiggling with each movement. Barriss stared, enraptured for a moment, as Ahsoka rose to change her position too.
“I agree, but this time, Ahsoka goes down on me.” Chuchi and Ahsoka looked at each other and giggled before nodding.
“Get down on your hands and knees then.” Ahsoka gestured at the floor.
Barriss did as Ahsoka said, and kept her knees together, presenting herself to Ahsoka and Chuchi.
Chuchi walked around her and lay in front of Barriss, putting her slender legs around her shoulders, just as Ahsoka started toying with Barriss' vagina, rubbing her green goodness with two fingers. Ahsoka took her free hand and grabbed Barriss' ass, smacking it gently, and caressing it as she used her tongue to carefully run along the rim of the puckered asshole in front of her, it twitched reflexively from the unfamiliar contact, and Barriss made a soft 'oh' of surprise. Ahsoka smiled to herself, now moving to Barriss' clit, using her tongue to its fullest potential, slipping in and out of Barriss' moist hole, earning loud moans for her efforts. Still using her fingers to tease alongside her tongue, Ahsoka brought her other hand down to rub her own slick lips.
Chuchi whimpered in pleasure as Barriss' expert tongue probed deeper into her then even Ahsoka could, swirling around and around, coming out to lap up any extra juices, and then diving back in for more. Chuchi was panting heavily, one hand on each of her breasts, fingers idly toying with her nipples, eyes rolling back out of pleasure. She pressed her thighs together, squeezing Barriss' head between her thighs, moaning louder and louder as Barriss' efforts bring her closer and closer to orgasm, finally letting a high-pitched sigh as she came, squirting into Barriss' hungry mouth, her tongue lapping at the flow of fluids, trying desperately to get it all, making soft noises of pleasure thanks to Ahsoka's ministrations.
Chuchi unwrapped her legs from around Barriss' head, and rolled over onto her front. She got onto her hands and knees, and crawled over to Barriss, cupping her chin with her left hand, lifting her face to look her in the eye. Some juice still dribbled down her chin, and Chuchi's tongue darted out to lap it up. When it was all gone, she ran her tongue along Barriss' lips, sticking it into her mouth and kissing her deeply. She pulled away, and smiled wickedly.
“Ahsoka needs some of my attention now.” she said, starting to crawl back to where Ahsoka's slick pussy waited.
Barriss put her arms in front of her, leaning forward, just enough so that her nipples brushed the floor with each movement she made, adding to her pleasure. Ahsoka sat up straight, grabbing one of her lightsabers, and she started plunging it into Barriss' waiting cunt. Chuchi lay on her back, slipping herself in under Ahsoka, and started gently licking at the dripping orange muff that hadn't received much attention yet.
Barriss kept getting louder and louder as Ahsoka went faster and faster, twisting the hilt as she continually stabbed it into Barriss, over and over, until finally, in a gush of fluids, Barriss came. The sticky, warm juice, dribbled out around Ahsoka's lightsaber, down onto Chuchi's face.
Ahsoka stood up quickly, and went over to a closet at the corner of the room.
“What are you doing Ahsoka?” Barriss asked.
“I had a feeling we'd need these.” She emerged from the closet carrying two strap-on dildos. “You two are going to double team me.” She threw one to Barriss, and the other to Chuchi, who quickly put them on. The dildos were around the size of an average lightsaber hilt, and each one had a small switch down at the base. Barriss exchanged a glance with Chuchi, deciding in glances who got to be the bottom. Chuchi gave a small smile, and a nod.
Barriss got down on her back, waving for Ahsoka to come ride her instrument. Ahsoka slowly lowered herself onto the dildo, reaching down to flick the switch just as she hit the halfway point. It started vibrating, and Ahsoka's eyes glazed and started to cross as the revving intensified. She rode it up and down for a few minutes before throwing herself forward, kissing Barriss hard, hands fondling her perky green breasts as Barriss started thrusting into Ahsoka.
Now Chuchi walked over, toggling the switch on her device on the way. It started vibrating to rival Barriss', and Ahsoka grabbed each one of her orange buttcheeks and spread them, her puckered asshole waiting, begging to be penetrated. Chuchi spit in to her hand first, running it all over the vibrating dildo, and then she slowly started to ease into Ahsoka's tight asshole. Ahsoka wailed in pleasure and pain as her asshole gave way to Chuchi's gentle pushing, rising in volume until finally, it was all in. Ahsoka rocked back and forth on her hands and knees, biting her lower lip and making small noises of pleasure as each machine did its work. Chuchi grabbed Ahsoka's asscheeks, spreading them and slamming herself into Ahsoka again and again. Barriss squirmed underneath Ahsoka, thrusting as hard and fast as she could into her orange lover, desperate to make her cum like she had, with one hand between Ahsoka's legs, spreading her pussy apart as she rammed into it again and again.
Ahsoka started to slow down, panting heavily.
“Chuchi, stick it in my pussy now. I need both of you to get through this one.” As Chuchi eased in her dildo alongside Barriss', Ahsoka moaned softly. When she was in all the way, Ahsoka started moving back and forth, rocking rhythmically as her pussy juices flowed down around the dildos.
She threw herself forward, pressing her tits into Barriss' face, and Barriss happily motorboated them, nibbling on the erect orange nipples that flopped in her face.
Ahsoka pounded herself on the devices harder and harder, eyes closed, sweat running down her forehead as she gives herself over to the pleasure running through her body.
Finally, she cums, flowing out around the dildos in a gushing wave, she twitches with the pleasure, collapsing in exhaustion, panting heavily.
Chuchi pulls out of Ahsoka, taking off the strap-on, and Ahsoka pulls herself off of Barriss, rolling over onto her back, still panting. Barriss wiggled out of her strap-on, and rolled over to Ahsoka, resting her head on her chest, and cuddling up. Chuchi went to Ahsoka's other side, and nuzzled in to snuggle against Ahsoka's chest, and Ahsoka wrapped her arms around each of their shoulders as they all fell into a blissful sleep.
Darth Maladi and Darth Zannah are some nice ones. Especially Zannah has a severe lack of both written and drawn smut.
There are more that I don't recall now. I might look some up later.
I like this shit. Porn stories let me fap and exercise my imagination. HandcuffGirl on litterotica has some ducking fantastic Jaina Solo stories. The restricted files are an interesting series for those who like the solo offspring doing various nasties, though it's incestual...
Working on another story on the Spacer's guide to Interspecies Relations. This one's about three solid posts of material without even having introduced the woman yet. I suspect I am bad at strictly pornographic writing, but damn if I don't at least find the fine details of stories fascinating.
After eight standard months out plying the spacelanes, the Jealous Crane was starting to show signs of distress. Coming out of hyperspace the vessel would slew wildly to the left, and the sub-light engines were accelerating at a crawl. The cargo hold floor was warped from the uneven pressures on its thin surface, and the refresher wasn't getting any hot water. Numerous other small issues were haunting the vessel, prompting captain Taksom to finally bring her home to Denon.
It rattled uncomfortably on entering the atmosphere and even from the cockpit he could hear his last load banging around in the cargo hold. Beneath him lay endless stretches of cityscape, matching up with the memories of his other flights overhead. Lining up Denon-Ardru Mutual tower #6 and the 30 kilometer-wide TelBrinTel manufactory, he set a path towards his favored repair bay. Rather than bother to deliver his goods personally, Langar decided on the moment to spring for a speeder truck service to make the delivery. The sooner his ailing ship was in the hands of his favorite expert, the better.
He leveled out at around 10Km from the floor, near the top of the 10th deck of construction. There was rarely any buildings this high up, asides from the rare super structure like Tower #6. Lesser structures zipped by underneath, the least of which probably still measured five decks, or five kilometers tall. Cloud cars and airspeeders zipped by on their business below in immeasurable numbers, shuttling the billions of people and countless goods in the endless cycle of business. The same sort of business that gave him his start in life, and kept afloat his own work between the stars.
The repulsor engines squealed unhappily as he slowed down and switched to the planetary drive. A repetitive grinding noise slowly faded as it reached normal temperatures, not distracting him from his look out the cockpit for Netrallis 1086, the tower complex that held his favored mechanic's shop. The sight of the pulsing blue and green sign was his notice to slip several decks down through the normal traffic, towards the fourth where the parking bays would soon present themself. Smaller vehicles buzzed past his cockpit in either direction as he queued up in line with the other heavy space vessels at this level. Block after block of the tower structure slipped past his window until the blue blinking landing lights of Cildranill's Spaceway Customs finally caught his attention. Dropping out of the laneway of traffic, he braked quickly and winced at the sound of cargo slamming against the front of his hold. He brings in his troubled Starlight freigher as easy as he can manage, silently pleased that at least his landing struts still worked as intended.
It would take a while for one of the staff to come by and get him, so Langar busied himself on his comm, making a request for a cargo service to take his load the rest of the way to his customer, and making a few other checks to see what important news he needed to know from the past eight months. With his datapad set to start picking up the issues he wanted, Langar stretched his arms and climbed out of his worn-out seat. While walking back through the ship, he worked on his mental checklist of things to have inspected on his way to the cargo hold of his vessel, running out of fingers pretty quickly and scribbling some notes on the back of his cargo manifest.
Inside his hold, things looked pretty bad. His damaged magnetic plates had come loose, tilting over against the bulkheads and each other on the bumpy ride down to the surface. Nothing inside them was too breakable, but the weight of them had put some sizable dents in their cargo casing, as well as his wall. He shrugged and went to work with his little repulsor sled, shuffling the cargo onto the lowering platform so he could prepare to offload when his delivery service called.
A loud buzz rang through the ship's speakers, indicating that someone had finally come around to see him from the repair yard. He flicked off the sled and made his way back to the entrance corridor and lowered the ramp for the elderly Lutrillian waiting patiently at the foot of his vessel. "Mister Cilranill! I wasn't expecting a personal visit. I know my last payment must have gone through, surely." The elderly alien fellow walked up the ramp with a gait faster than most older people would be comfortable with. "No problems there, mister Taksom. Your accounts are in order. I just happened to be available when you came in, and once more would like to remind you that for optimal care, you should be in no less than every four months. Judging by the clear wear on your vessel, am I to assume you have had no maintenance whatsoever done?"
Langar showed the owner of the yard to a small but comfortable seat along the wall that functioned as a breakfast nook. "Ah, you know how it is. When you're onto a good chain of trades, you don't want to break up the flow. One leads to another, and then to another, and you can't help but take the money people keep handing you." Cildranill unsnaps a few buttons on his vest and takes a seat. "I see. We shall find out if that is indeed the prosperous action. Repairs are more pricey than maintenance my boy, and I don't doubt things are going to need replacing. May I have a cup of tea, please?"
A few numbers are punched on the autochef, and it spills some bubbling liquid into a cheap disposable cup. Langar takes a brief sniff of it and swirls the liquid inside a few times, hoping that at least the cooker could produce some hot water. Satisfied enough, he hands the cup over to the Lutrillian and takes his seat opposite him. "I was hoping some things just needed some minor repairs. Cable splices, bit of sealing touch-ups here and there." The elderly man drinks from his cup and sets it aside. "You don't have any hot water."
"Ah? It was hot enough when I gave it to you."
"It was warm. The pressure apertures artificially raise the temperature of their liquids, but the mixing occurs before that point on a Rendili autochef. Cold water makes for poor tea."
The captain sheepishly rubs the back of his head, always impressed by the old mechanic's knowledge. "Water's cold in the refresher as well. It's on the list." His brow wrinkles raise up as his head tilts slightly to the side. "If you have a list, you'd best hand it to me. Mirta is still assisting on another job, and will be attending within the hour. Do you still insist on her running the lead on your repairs? I don't need to remind you that she is still a mere indentured apprentice, and not technically qualified."
The papers of the manifest are shuffled around as Langar seeks out the important notes of issues. "Everything she's worked on last time is still running tight as a drum. I've had some smells in here, and the atmosphere is still as clean as ever. One hundred percent satisfaction." The notes are handed to the Lutrillian, who stands and fastens his vest back around his ample midsection. "This is quite a bit of work for one person, especially for an apprentice. You again are aware I cannot have any of my experienced staff working under an apprentice?" Cildranill flips among the pages and tabulates the likely bill in his head as he does so.
"I understand. If it's that bad, I'll assist, bringing hydrospanners or whatever it is she's going to need. So long as I'm in the shop I can't work anyway, right?" The shop owner looks the captain in the eye and waves the sheets in his direction. "Providing unskilled labor won't lead to a reduction in your bills, sir. This will take a long time to complete with only one proper worker, particularly in miss Coval's case. I will forward this list to her as you've requested, and she will be on her way momentarily. I do at least recall her preference to get in to inspect the engines while they are still warm." He turns and steps down the ramp, striding quick and purposefully towards the landing bay's exit and the maze of hallways beyond.
He went back to organizing his cargo in his storage bay, getting his first load ready for the delivery service when they finally arrived, and preparing a second manifest when he realized he'd just given away his original set to the owner of the repair yard. The paging buzz runs through his ship again, and he lowers the repulsor platform for his cargo hold to the landing pad, expecting to turn over the first load of goods to the trucking company. The entrance to the bay remains empty, and instead towards the front of the ship his mechanic is waiting patiently for him.
Mirta Coval is a sluissi woman, though the females were often difficult to differentiate from the men. Their arms and head had much more subtle frilled extensions, and only a sleight hint of any sort of breasts. Mirta in particular had light leaf-green scales along her back section, shifting only slightly to a yellow-green along her abdomen. She slithers over slowly on her tail, only momentarily looking away from her datapad of information. "I've come to do an inspection, mister Taksom. If you are not too busy, may I have a lift into your ship?"
I found this fanfiction for those of you who want Rey fap materiel. I liked it and I thought some of you would want to check it out
I can continue dumping/re-dump those ahsoka pics from that other thread that hit the image limit if anybody wants it
Is Ahsoka allowed now? I posted her when this board first went up and got banned for 2 days for posting loli.
Which is retarded. Because she was introduced as a teen, and is currently an adult. And she's also a fucking cartoon alien.
Maybe sometime soon I will bite the bullet and write some Ahsoka smut.
And that's it for solo Ahsoka, I still have a couple with her and other characters, as well as some some Barriss and Riyo and shit
Well hopefully they dont care, seeing as you haven't been banned yet. Ahsoka kinda' bridges the line, but I wouldn't ban her for being too loli.
Like I said, she's a fucking orange alien samurai, not a schoolgirl.
Besides. She's space legal.
I was hoping when I wrote that post that someone would reply with this haha
I feel like I'm the only guy who appreciates and prefers the milfy adult version of Ahsoka from Star Wars Rebels to pedobait TCW (or adult TCW vision) one. It makes me most sad.
nah. christmas cake ahsoka is 10/10 and i prefer it quite a lot. it just hasn't had time to build up enough fanart, yet.
[spoiler]I desperately want something with ahsoka, luke and some serious ara-ara[/spoiler]
I neeeeed a story where Rey takes a storm trooper aside, dominates him and humiliates him about the size of his dick, ultimately making him cum, then leaves smirking with him feeling incredibly conflicted becaue he enjoyed it but he's also been totally emasculated.
If anyone knows of anything remotely like that or wants to write it.
>you will never, drunk after a big payday and on an altruistic whim, buy a QT twi'lek who's just been taken offworld and is untouched
>you will never, weeks later, run into a QT twi'lek who wants to fly with you and maybe has a bit of a crush
>you will never find out that she was the girl you saved
>you will never wake up next to the girl you saved and then fell for without even knowing you saved her
I think kinky rule 34 tends to outnumber cuddly rule 34 in most fandoms.
Lana Beniko from The Old Republic would be perfect for cuddly sith smut. She's a lot less axe-crazy than most of her peers. And she can be romanced by a player of either gender. Sadly I have no smut of her to post.
nope, im there too, too bad there is barely anything decent for her
I finished the Obi-Wan/Ventress Story.
[spoiler]I hope you like anal[/spoiler]
Obi-Wan had just returned to the Jedi Temple on Coruscant. Having just finished debriefing the Jedi Council on his mission, he trudged wearily to his quarters. As he opened the door, he sensed that someone had beaten him there.
"Hello?" He called out into his dark room, fumbling for the lights.
"Ah, Kenobi, I've been waiting for you." A voice came from his bed, and a figure rose. Finally, he managed to bring the lights on.
"Ventress, well. This is a surprise. To what do I owe the pleasure?" He said, as he looked her over.
In the light, he was able to see her. Her hair had grown out some since she'd helped him escape from Savage and Maul, though it was still quite short. Her clothes had changed the most, she now was wearing a black skirt that stopped just above her knees, and a grey form fitting long-sleeve shirt, with a diamond-shaped hole where her cleavage was.
"Maybe I just want to talk, Kenobi? Maybe now that I'm not an enemy of the Jedi Order, we can be friends." She sat down on the edge of the bed, crossing her legs in front of her. Her nipples poked through the fabric of her shirt, and Obi-Wan allowed his eyes to wander.
"It seems a bit chilly in here doesn't it?" He remarked, moving towards the chair in his room. "I suppose if you've just come for a talk, there's nothing wrong with that." She uncrossed her legs, putting her right leg over top of the left, crossing them again. From where he sat, he could just see a lot of Ventress as she maneuvered her legs.
"A chat would be a nice start, but I think we both know that I came here for something more."
Obi-Wan was silent for a moment, lost in thought as he considered the temptation in front of him. As he contemplated, Ventress rose, her long, slender legs quickly carrying her across to wear he sat. She bent over in front of him, stroking her fingers across his jaw, toying gently with his beard as she did. Her small breasts hung down in front of his eyes, the hole in her shirt allowing him to see her breasts.
"Ventress, I think you should be on your way." He said uncertainly, eyes still locked firmly on her gently swaying cleavage.
"You Jedi are never any fun. And here I thought you were different, Obi." She cupped his chin in her hand, turning his face up towards hers. She leaned in closer, bringing her face closer to his, her pale blue eyes locking onto his. She stopped, a small gap between her lips and his, suddenly smirking mischievously.
She spun around and planted herself in his lap, wiggling her hips gently as she did. She swung her legs over the arm of the chair and stroked his beard. While she sat, she could feel his dick starting to stiffen. Gently rocking her hips around, she started rubbing her toned ass on his crotch.
Abruptly she stood, swing her legs off the arm of the chair. "Now that you're warmed up, let's see what little Kenobi looks like. I wonder if he's got a beard to match yours?" She teased, leaning over him, and slipping her hands into his pants. She wrapped her fingers around the shaft deftly, cradling it in a gentle but firm grip. Slowly, she pulled it free of his clothes, giving it a lick up the shaft, tickling the head with her tongue as she did.
Letting go of her new toy, she placed her hands on either side of her hips, grabbing her skirt and wiggling its way down her slender legs. His eyes followed the skirt to the floor, and then slowly worked their way back up, admiring the gentle, slim beauty of her legs. His gaze landed on her thighs, and noted that she had no hair between them. She pulled her top off over her head, breasts falling free of it to bounce gently and then settle. Small, but firm and perky, her nipples an enchanting dark blue.
She spun around, turning her back to him, moving closer to the chair. She grabbed her ass cheeks, spreading them apart as she lowered herself down. The tip of his cock pressing against her asshole, she slid slowly onto it, moaning in ecstasy as her ass slowly stretched for his thick cock. Placing her hands on the arms of the chair for support, she quickly lowered her hips, his cock sliding in as far as it could go, Obi-wan groaning in satisfaction. Lifting her hips, she began bouncing up and down, his dick sliding in and out of her ass. He reached from behind her, grabbing her breasts, squeezing them in his hands, each one enough to fill his palm. His calloused hand made her gasp as it rubbed against her nipples, and she threw her head back, making faint noises as she savored the pleasure of his cock filling her ass, her pale cheeks bouncing gently with each thrust.
Suddenly Obi-Wan grabbed her hips, stopping her. She stood, looking at him with a puzzled expression.
"It's time you got what was coming to you, Ventress." He said, pushing her towards the bed. He positioned her on the bed, on all fours, her back arched with her ass sticking in the air. Quickly using the force to shrug out of his clothes, he pounced on the bed behind her, and took a moment to kiss and lick at her pussy, his beard rubbing against her thighs and another source of her light gasps.
He perched himself behind her, planting his hands on her hips, slipping his dick into her again, her hole stretching once more. Ventress lay her head flat on the bed, drool running out of the corner of her mouth, eyes glazed over in pure bliss as he forcefully thrusted into her again and again, sweat falling from his damp hair to fall and drip down her spine. His hands gripped tighlty on her cheeks, pulling back with his arms as he thrust his cock forward, the sensation bringing him to the edge.
Quickly, he pulled out, and flipped her over. He grabbed her legs just above the knees, pushing them back so her knees were up against her chest, and slid into her ass again, watching her breasts ripple slightly when slid his cock in. He watched his cock slide in and out of her ass, her noise in time with his pounding. He moved faster, pushing as deep and hard as he could, and she cried out in pain and pleasure as he started to cum. He pulled his dick out, but not before a quick spurt shot a tingle of sticky pleasure through her body. The rest of his cum he aimed at her stomach, with several thick ropes running from her stomach up across her breasts, her stiff nipples each covered in his thick, white gooey load.
Obi-Wan fell beside her, and quickly fell asleep. Ventress, without cleaning up, threw on her clothes and left silently, flicking the lights off behind her.
Obligatory HF Link:
As well, I'm going to write some lesbian stuff with Aayla and Shaak Ti next, then I will take a crack at making some cuddly sith lady smut with a few of the suggestions in this thread.
After that, who knows. Maybe a series of smut following a Chiss Nymphomaniac on her journey around the galaxy.
Why did Miravi have to quit?
Fuck, Miravi was one of the better montral artists.
from the last thread;
>she's just announced that she's leaving the jedi
>before she leaves, she seeks anakin out
>she wants to loose her virginity before she goes, and she wants it to be him
>anakin eventually agrees
>tender, slightly awkward sex with a force bond ensues
>maybe after she decides she wants to try other stuff with him, like eating orange butts or what have you
random new ideas
>mara jade meets and has an affair with leia at the imperial court while she's still a senator
>a former clone trooper runs into a former CIS soldier after the war and they have passionate hatesex
He glances back over his shoulder to check if his trucking service had arrived yet, and finding nothing he steps to the side to make space for her on the crowded platform. "Not a problem Mirta. Ship's all yours as you see fit." She slips up onto the thin repulsor platform, inspecting it during the short ride into the hold. "Your platform is overworked, you should limit it to less than ten tons per trip. You would be in a very tough spot if it were to fail while away. And it's clear now that you have not been balancing your loads properly. Your magnetic plating is damaged along the seams, where you should be aligning your cargo centrally along them." She pushes herself slowly across the hold, taking care not to let her tail catch on the uplifted corners of the flooring. "It seems you haven't been sticking to good procedures, mister Taksom. If you are going to ignore your regular maintenance appointments, you should at least attempt to keep your vessel working properly."
Langar rushed ahead to open the airlock to the engineering bay, bumping off of one container of material and rocking it on the uneven flooring. "Ah yes, well you know how it is being a trader out there. Never enough time to sort out what you're receiving and deadlines too close to make a go of it." Mirta's blue eyes took in the entirety of the cargo hold on her short trip, and she stopped at the exit to make some notes on her datapad. "Mister Taksom, it takes very little time to properly align your cargo, not even taking into account the spare time you have during hyperspace travel. If you are not aware of the proper manner to use your vessel, I can prepare a set of notes that you can refer to." The captain can do little but smile at the scolding he's received.
"A little more attention from my favorite mechanic is always welcome. Some hand-written notes might be just the thing to keep me and the Jealous Crane from slipping into poor habits." She momentarily looks him in the eyes while crossing the doorway to the engineering bay. "Written by hand? If that is what it will take, then I will do so. A printed copy should do just as well in my understanding." She tugs one of her tools from her belt as she approaches one of the panels covering the fuses to set about unfastening the cover and setting it aside. The driver is returned to her belt and an electronic tester taken from it in return. She meticulously checks every one of the many junctions, switches and fuses inside and records the readings on her datapad.
"Being hand written is less important than being written by you. Every time I see it, I'd be reminded of your gentle scolding." Mirta is absorbed in her examinations and not even turning her head to make any responses. "Would that keep you from misbehaving anyway? I am very familiar with how you insist on doing things your way, despite very good reasons not to. For example..." She twists the probe on her device and a small piece of metal pings off of the floor. "Bypassing a fuse is exceptionally dangerous, and you know it."
He stoops over to pick up the bent bottle top and inspects it further. "I got sick of coming back to reset this dang thing every time I powered up the active sensors. I don't know a thing about fixing it, so I just did this. It worked, didn't it?" The Sluissi mechanic taps in a few more notes and checks her readings. "In doing so, you've ruined a six hundred credit coupling that in time would have shorted your nav computer. I doubt you would be in any shape to fix that on your own in the depths of space." She returns the device to her pouch and retunrs the panel cover. "I will make it good, don't worry. I have already determined the cause of your problem, and it will be eliminated."
Langar looks and the slightly scorched cap with disappointment. "I trusted you, and this is what you do for me? I feel hurt, bottle cap. I think this is where I say good bye to you." He drops the disc back into his disused tool box, along with all his damaged and ill-maintained kit. Along the wall Mirta has taken out one of her heavier tools and connects it to a port on the wall. The hydrospanner rattles to life when she touches it to the heavy bolts holding the access panel to the internal workings of the ship's engines. Even with the mechanical assistance, she grunts a little and braces her tail at the base of the wall to give her the leverage she needs. The thin frills on the back of her arms unfold as her arm muscles strain to hold on for long enough for the telltale metallic pop of the released bolt.
She places it against the next one as Langar comes up behind to lend some help. Her back braces against his chest along with his arms reaching over her shoulders to add his own strength to the job. The bolts come free much easier with the two of them working together, and Mirta has no problem continuing to rest against him as the final bolt comes away. "I was told you weren't getting any help here, so I volunteered to be your assistant. How am I doing so far?"
The spanner is laid against the bulkhead and she twists open the lock holding the access hatch closed. "I expect you'll be useless at anything past using your muscles. Just looking at the state of your ship, I worry that you will only make the repairs take even longer. But please do stick around. I can at least make use of another pair of hands." A gust of very hot air billows out of the hatch, raising the temperature of the engine room very quickly. Mirta very quickly starts breathing more heavily along with some faint hissing.
She places her hands on the edge of the hatch and leans partially inside to inspect the pipes and conduits. The captain holds onto her waist to help her to keep balanced as she pulls herself further inside to catch different angles. She can only get so far inside without removing any secondary bracing, but for a visual check this seems to be sufficient. "You have sssome leaksss in your ssspace drive. It'sss probably evaporated your ressserve coolant. At leassst a bad ssseal, maybe worssse. I think I sssee a blockage in your fuel line. Haaahn, I sssussspect you have sssevered control line in here sssomewhere. Lotsss of thingsss to check up on.
Her sluissi accent came back fairly quickly once the heat came up, just the same as he remembered. Mirta worked quite hard at speaking the same as the people around her, but her usual patience and caution tended to melt away whenever the temperature rose, and that included her manner of speech. Her tail tapped restlessly on the floor between his feet and the rapid expansion and contraction of her midsection was clear from between his hands.
"Just tell me what you need Mirta, and I'll bring it right to you. The sooner we get started, the sooner we can take a break, right?" Her tail slid back along the floor and wrapped around his leg a few times. "I'm ssstill doing my inssspectionsss. Nothing movesss until I'm sssure it's sssafe. I want to check everything on your ssship. From top to bottom, and everything in between. The tip of her tail rubbed the inside of his thigh as the ship's buzzer started ringing rapidly. This was soon followed by a banging on the bottom of his ship and a faint shouting "Hey! Turideon Shipping! Where's the load!" Langar grits his teeth and carefully disentangles himself from Mirta's playful tail. "I gotta take care of this. One moment."
Fuck it, I like this fluffy shit.
Anyone got any genderbent/Rule 63 Kylo Ren? There's one cosplay I've jacked off to so many times that I've almost forgotten that the character is male.
With the aid of Force, of course.
>mara jade meets and has an affair with leia at the imperial court while she's still a senator
How can she have an affair? I'm not a native English speaker, so I might be misunderstanding this, but in order to have an affair one of the two people involved in it should have a spouse/SO of their own, no?
>Maybe a series of smut following a Chiss Nymphomaniac on her journey around the galaxy.
Figured I'd see if anyone is actually interested in reading this.
>She's 5'6", slim and petite. B-cup breasts, small ass, with long legs.
>Skin color is a deep frosty kind of blue
>Thick pouty lips, pixie cut black hair, face narrows towards the chin, somewhat pronounced cheekbones
>Lips and nipples a dark blue/almost purple
>Age somewhere in the early-mid 20s
And she'd end up in scenarios like:
>Finding a lost Jedi padawan (16 or so) and sexually corrupt them
>Gangbangs with various species
>Slave girl/Slave master
>"Raped' by pirates/sith/soldiers
>Encountering EU/Canon characters (Won't really nail down a fixed point in time so that more established characters can be involved at points)
I don't usually create original characters, and here she's really just a blank slate for whatever category of smut I feel like putting her in.
If folks are interested, I'll start running with it and see where it goes, maybe commission an artist to do a sketch.
Can the Force be used to READ people's thoughts? Or just influence them, and sense danger?
I have a fetish for the idea of powerful women reading my mind and teasing me in a humiliating manner about my secrets, catching me offguard with my deepest fantasies, etc.
If any of you writefags feel like it, do a Kyle Katarn/Tavion Axmis short smutfic.
Rey hid behind a stack of crates, breathing hard. She could hear the measured tread of a Stormtrooper coming closer.
Suddenly they stopped and a distinctive voice said “There you are.”
Rey bolted, before Captain Phasma could react she was out the door, down the hall, in a TIE Fighter, and in hyperspace.
“Dammit,” Phasma said.
Phasma peeked around a corner into the server room. Inside was a team of Resistance infiltrators, but she only had eyes for Rey.
Rey suddenly looked up, directly at her. “We’ve been made, bug out!”
Phasma cursed and rushed the room, but it was too late. The entire team had vanished through the service entrance and through whatever pre-planned escape they had. Captain Phasma looked down the cramped passageway her quarry had gone through.
Rey felt a disturbance in the Force, she whirled around, ready to defend herself against….
Captain Phasma, angrily stomping towards her.
“Son of a bitch, why is this so HARD?!” Phasma shouted. “Everytime I see a cute guy or girl that I like they run away. Not this time!”
Rey hesitated towards the nearest door and Phasma drew her blaster lightning-fast and shot the control panel.
“Not this time! This time you are going to STAY and we are going to TALK, dammit!”
As Phasma marched over to Rey, she pulled her helmet off and the young Jedi was surprised at how pretty she was. The towering Stormtrooper stopped right in front of Rey, looking down at her with those beautiful eyes.
“Hi, I’m Phasma. I think you’re cute, wanna make out?”
Rey blushed fiercely.
“Yes,” she said.
Normally you're correct. However, people sometimes use the word to also refer to a passionate but short relationship, typically concealed, even when both parties are unmarried, which I suspect is what's being referred to here. English is weird, man
You write terribly, at least where SW smut is concerned. It just plain doesn't feel like I'm reading about anything that's related at all to Star Wars.
I'm just being honest with you.
The way you write is no better than the rabid fangirls write about their favorite characters; mangled and mismanaged because it's like you're rushing this stuff out of your head in fear of it getting away forever, but without refining the process, it just comes out so... teenage?
On that note, keep in mind that some people may enjoy things other don't. If people like what you do, make it for them while you hone your craft.
I've always found that trying to write erotic things isn't the easiest thing in the world, because so many people will have different tastes.
There will always be people who like and dislike your writing, whats important is that you strive to be a better creator as you go.
Just don't plan on getting rich with it.
I will admit to not refining things I specifically post on 4chan. Anything I write specifically to post on a board is written in the heat of the moment and with just enough editing to avoid major grammatical mistakes or misspellings.
Plus, smut isn't my go to, so whatever.
That's less than 300 words on a topic that really deserves much more. 'Needs some work' is overly charitable.
I'm not new to writing fanfiction you know. New to writing quote unquote smut, but not fanfiction as a whole. I've been writing shitty fanfiction for longer than I care to admit, so I know all this stuff.
(I also know that getting the big bucks as a writer is on par with winning the lottery when it comes to odds and that's why I write as a hobby)
Somehow I forgot about that.
Oh god. Some beautiful former Jedi who defected and became a Matukai, using her Force powers to make me admit every humiliating thing I want her to do to me, then teasing me and using her ability to enhance her body to easily physically overpower me then ride me for hours without even breaking a sweat... HNNNNNG
Working on it. I feel like I'm running away from the smutty bits with my writing, and I'm trying to wrangle it back into line. Not really succeeding. I can manage about 1500 words a day before I seriously run out of steam, sorry for the delays.
If you'd like, pick an alien species and I'll try to work it in to my next story. That's pretty much my focus, rather than on canon characters. I just don't feel comfortable writing someone else's characters.
He steps out into the cargo bay and shuts the airlock behind him. His stomping echoes through the room and he stabs at the lowering mechanism with his finger. It hums and lowers agonizingly slowly, bringing the cargo man into sight very slowly from feet to head. He swallows his anger as quickly he can manage at the sight of the over two meter tall and four hundred and fifty pound Herglic man squeezed into a 4XL red jumpsuit.
"Is that all the stuff? Y'said there was fifty tons worth." He rocks one of the crates of material, and strokes his chin. "This is the first half. Your trucks only take twenty five at a time, so let's get this loaded up." Langer sets to work pushing his load into the heavy cargo speeder in his light repulsor sled while the much larger and stronger man mostly just watched and pointed to where he wanted the load dropped. When the last cube is deposited onto the truck, a red light flashes in time with a quiet beeping. "Over the limit, gotta take that off. Twenty five tons, exactly. Don't wanna crash with your precious goods on board." The captain scowls when the large man isn't looking and takes the lightest looking container from the stacks inside, dropping it at the edge of the dock's entrance. "You're clear now. Haul it off and I'll get you your second one ready."
The transport barely manages to lift itself off of the ground, and upon exiting the hangar sinks noticeably for a few stories before managing to level itself out. With some dark muttering he returns to the cargo hold to prepare the next load for when the truck comes back. The other side of the airlock door is silent while Mirta continues her inspections, no doubt all hot and excitable with the heavy doors closed around the engine room. He takes his frustration out on his containers, slinging them around the room and further peeling up the cargo bay's floor.
A warning light pulsed on the repulsor platform's display, and he naturally ignored it. The mechanisms underneath groaned and it tilted from side to side unsteadily, but landed safely on the hangar bay's floor. The tortured mechanics gradually became unburdened as the load is scattered around the bay floor. Judging by the speed of the truck hauling his cargo, it would still be hours before he got back. With his work done for now he loads his sled back onto the retractable surface and raises it back into his ship. With nothing left to manage, he opens up the airlock to check on the work's progress.
The engine access hatch is closed up and bolted shut again with the Sluissi mechanic having moved on to inspecting the environmental controls. "That took a little bit longer than expected. How's the check up been since I was out?" She points one hand towards the top of a machine cover with a datapad resting on top. "I'm on my second datapad of notes. Your ship is very unwell. Just judging by what I'm seeing I will need to inspect the frame of your vehicle as well. All the stresses on it will have taxed the structure heavily. If I find anything significant, I will have to condemn your ship until a solution can be found."
The datapad he's in the process of picking up slides out of Langar's hands, and he has to catch it against the wall to keep it from falling to the floor. "Condemn? You can't be serious, Mirta. I don't have the credits to get a new ride, Come on." She taps a few more notes into her pad and tucks it away inside her tool pouch. "If you neglect your maintenance, this is going to be a possibility. I do not wish you to end up dead in space, so please take better care of your equipment in the future. I will not take extreme measures unless they are necessary, Langar."
She takes back the pad in his hand to tuck away as well. "I need to go and register my findings. I will be back eventually to inspect your cockpit and cabin electronics. Please take care until then." She triggers the exit for the maintenance bay and slithers into the lounge area and towards the front entry ramp. Langar follows behind in a bit of a daze, not sure if he was going to be able to keep the Jealous Crane in action.
"I'll see you then, Mirta. I'll... I guess I'll clean up in here. He watches her glide over the foot of the ramp and raises it back into the floor. He walks slowly into the cockpit and takes a seat in his captain's chair and spins it in a circle slowly. Without much else to do, he pick up his personal datapad and combs through the news articles he'd put on it, peering through the shipping opportunities out of habit. He makes a list of cargoes and destinations, connecting his experience to where the chain of contracts will lead him.
The rapid buzzing of his entry door shook him out of his research, reminding him he still had cargo to load up today. He bustled down the ramp and waved to the massive man waiting by the cargo hauler. "Ready for your next lot. Hope it'll all fit in." The captain remembered how much stress the platform was under bringing it out, and shook his head. "It's going to be over weight, less than five tons I figure. Either you can come back or have someone else come by to pick up the dregs."
The driver snorts and heads back to the cab, leaving him to start loading it up on his own. A conversation shouldn't take that long, odds were pretty good the driver was just taking a extended break or something. The vehicle gets mostly full before the overweight alarm goes off, forcing Langar to leave six crates of goods on the landing pad. The repulsor truck rocks as the driver exits and makes a quick count of what's left. "Five tons or less? We've got a skiff we can drop that on, should get there more or less on time. It'll have to take the first deck to get there, it ain't cleared for long trips above that. Driver'll be here to pick it up in a few minutes. I'm off." The Herglic man shuffles his way to the front of the truck, and again it groans and struggles to raise off of the ground. The captain watches it pitch over the edge and struggle to make it back into the flow of traffic, relieved there wasn't going to be a fight.
While waiting, he cracks open one of the containers and inspects the raw ore inside. The label's weight as it turns out was understated, probably the case on all of his containers. He was seriously going to have to learn to inspect his merchandise before loading it. He checks all his remaining crates, thankfully not finding any contraband in them this time. The faint clank of the landing skiff draws his attention from the idle inspections. The pilot gives him a wave from the open-topped vehicle despite two hands still being on the control surface. She's nearly as tall as the previous trucker, though much more slender and with an extra set of arms. "This is the Jealous Crane's bay, right? I'm from Turideon. Are these the crates that need to move?" She interlaces the fingers on her upper arms and stretches them above her head while her lower ones dangle at her sides.
The little cargo sled skims effortlessly across the hangar floor with the first container clamped to it. "This is the one alright. Is there some sort of height requirement for your company, everyone I've seen is huge." She steps aside and directs the first container onto the platform. "There's a weight restriction too, but I got around that by claiming to be a Besalisk. They figure I'll bulk up eventually so I can help out with the big jobs. I hope I'll be onto a better job by the time they get wise to it." Langar detaches the first container and goes to drag over the next one. "Still new? You aren't going to dump my very expensive cargo in an accident, are you? Or abscond with it and dissapear with your false credentials?"
She sits on the crate and looks at the label poking out from under her butt. "I'm a good driver, pal. Wanted to be a podracer from when I was a kid. But when the posters of my racing heroes turned into a bunch of memorials, I decided to try my luck on something else. And I don't think I'll waste my precious ID on stealing... some sort of rock. I'm sure it's very expensive, but I wouldn't know where to fence it." She fishes a small package from the pocket of her jumpsuit and slips a thin paper lined tube into her mouth. She lights it with a small sparker and leans back on her lower hands, smoking while he settles the rest of his load aboard.
"Remind me to stick to the cheap stuff with you around. In fact..." He checks his pockets and jingles the handful of credits he has in them. "Guess I've still got them." She laughs and puts her top arms up in the air. Just keep an eye on my hands and you'll be alright. Her lower arms grab around his waist and she pulls herself off of the crate. "I'm not keen to give up my job just yet, so I gotta go. My name's Dorodii Kinzek. Look me up some time, I'm in Netrallis 0873 first deck." Her lower hands grab tightly onto his ass and she gives him a kiss on the top of the forehead.
She steps back onto the skiff and fires up the repulsor drive. With a cheeky smile she tosses him a handful of credits before backing out over the edge. "Make sure you're watching the right hands, spacer. Keep that in mind if we ever play sabacc." Langar checks his pocket and indeed finds it empty. Her skiff disappears over the edge with his cargo, and when he goes to check on her progress, it had already sank out of sight. With nothing else he can do, he picks up the loose credits and pockets them again.
He's partway up the ramp to the Jealous Crane when a small maintenance lift enters the hangar bay with Mirta guiding it underneath the craft. "I have come back to do the physical inspection. It should take an hour before I am ready to examine the interior structure and will need your assistance. If you have any business to attend, you may tend to it now." She raises her level up underneath the cockpit and starts to check along the seams and rivets for any sort of irregularities. It only takes a small hop for Langar to hop aboard behind her.
"Mind if I lend a hand? If my ability to run my ship in the future depends on this I should be involved somehow. And if I learn something in the process, maybe next time I won't leave such a wreck on your hands." She shifts her tail to hang over one of the railings to make space, and starts to detail the various parts she's inspecting while she works, including brief details of functions and what damage would do to functionality. He can't follow it particularly well, but is encouraged by the lack of damage being pointed out. "The cockpit and hallway section are in very good shape, considering the handling it has received. I expect the wing section will be more the worse for wear, but nothing should be structurally damaged."
>> And all that stuff before
Nearly 5,000 words, and we've got an ass grab, chaste kiss to the forehead, and a bit of tail hugging. Next bit, I swear I'm going to squeeze something sexy in.
Bala-Tik's negotiating business with Han solo as to how Han's can pay back the 50,000 loan.
By kid napping Aayla Secura and Adi Gallia for sex.
Bala-Tik's cybernetic soldiers take the first round and inject chemicals into Aayla Secura and Adi Gallia, to enhance their speed and aggression towards wanting their asses fucked and begging for slobery blow jobs.
Their skills and needs become dominant and as time passes by the faster it gets.
If you're not happy with the type or quality of material being posted, you're more than welcome to post other stuff.
If only writefags post stuff, of course the thread is going to be full of fanfic.
If that's your feelings on the matter, you may want to hit the drawthread instead, since I doubt the writefags will stop writing because an anon doesn't like fics.
Side note: Anyone know where to locate some good chiss smut? All I can find are bad art, TOR inspired drawing, and SFW material.
There's nothing wrong with it you dingaling. If you want pictures, post them, or request them. But don't hate on other content just because it's not what you came looking for. The writing is clearly popular and has gotten a positive response, and there's nothing wrong with that.
Some writing tips for people who may want them. General guidelines, and not intended to be something you stick to rigidly.
>Use descriptive language to describe characters, actions, and feelings.
Good use of descriptive language can help paint a picture in the readers mind, but avoid spending too much time describing specific things.
>Don't focus too much on dialogue
While dialogue can add depth to your characters, focusing on dialogue can detract from the sexy bits, and bad dialogue can ruin the tone before anything even happens.
>Write characters accurately
If you're writing pre-existing characters, try to write them like they're characterized in the media they appear in. While they will be acting out of character as necessity, having them speak and behave like they should will help people get into your story.
This one is more loose, so its essentially a matter of preference. Most readers don't seem to care too much if the characters act out of character, so its really up the writer.
>Write what you want
While fulfilling requests for certain stories can be rewarding, if you're not writing something you want to, it can show in the final work.
Of course, these are obvious points you can ignore as you see fit, but its always worth practicing the basics.
One more thing for readers: Its good for writers to have feedback, and I don't see much feedback for the writers in this thread. If we want better material, helping them improve through criticism is the best way to go about it. You don't have to grade fics, just a quick post about what you liked or didn't would suffice.
I don't even know where it -should- go. Too explicit for most places, too long-winded for others, doesn't really touch on canon characters. I mostly just save 'em to notepad and ditch them in my creative writing folder. Hell, I think I've got things in there from back when /tg/ had writing threads.
I think Hentai Foundry would be just the right place. They won't care how explicit you get so long as it doesn't wander into explicitly underage/loli stuff. Get as long-winded as you like, there's no rule that says you have to provide sex in literally every chapter you post, and you most certainly don't have to write about actual characters from Star Wars, using your own OCs is just perfectly fine.
>Taking up so many posts
This thread hasn't even reached 200 post. At least it's something new instead of the same pics posted
I don't mind you posting in the thread at all, it's just that once the thread is gone, the story is gone too, and I'd like to revisit it sometime in the future.
You can't really expect anything new to be posted unless something new is drawn and posted online.
I check every few days and there's not that much SW porn being made. Which is a shame. For a while there, right around TFA, there was an increase in SW porn, but it went minimal again.
Who's your Star Wars Waifu/husbando?
Twi'leks of the blue variety. But if we're going with characters then I would agree with Chuchi.
Blue chicks are really the best, Twi'leks, Chuchi, Chiss.
There's so little lewd Chiss fanart though.
She navigates the maintenance plaform down along the underside of the living space, ticking boxes on her datapad and nodding. "We have a little stress along the back of your main section, near the escape pod. I will make a point to investigate that further from inside. The tricky part now is the flying wing section. The original construction was not especially robust and suffered from an eccentric design."
Overhead, the ship's hull transitioned from the utilitarian-built body to the wing section. The plating went from standard squares to long triangle shapes, fastened with some sort of clips rather than rivets, a couple of which appeared to be coming loose or missing, particularly towards the back where the engineering section sat above. Mirta places a small disc at the edges of the damaged area, which bathe the area between them in a faint blue light. This translates into a holo-projection from the platform's console that highlights in red a few areas where the plating was misaligned.
"Troublesome. Plates this far out of alignment could be a sign of structural damage. Pass me the long rivet probe. The manual stated that the clips should behave in the same manner as the rivets." Langar picked up a few of the tools in the small chest, deciding on whatever was the longest was probably what she was looking for. She accepts it and adjusts one of the mounting clips which causes the entire section of paneling past the ones attached to shift.
"Interesting. I believe the construction here is malleable in a way. It looks as if it has been carrying the impact of your miscalibrated hyperdrive away from the frame. Structurally, it all seems fine. In the future, you should tighten these clips after any rough landings to undo any ill effects. With a few replacements for the missing ones, you will have a spaceworthy hull again." Mirta lands the maintenance platform and scribes her plan.
"So, it's fine? No being grounded or condemned? Take two clips and take off in the morning?" The captain finally felt a sense of relief since getting the bad news earlier in the day. "I do condemn you for the shameless neglect of your livelihood. Do not forget we still have to inspect the internals of your ship, mister Taksom. I cannot clear it for departure until I am satisfied everything is in top condition." She waggles her datapad in his direction while slithering off of the platform and making her way to the entry ramp of the Jealous Crane. "And Surronian parts are not cheap."
Once up the ramp, she looks along the floor until she finds a maintenance hatch. She pops it open and peeks her head down into the narrow access shaft, which is cluttered with various cables and solid piping. "This area is more of a mess than I remember. There is clearly an issue inside, I can see some spillage." She slips some of the tools from her work clothes and hands them back to Langar. "Hold onto these. When I need them, please bring them down to me."
She flexes her arms and the thin frills along the back of them extend out from her scaly skin. With a slight bend at the waist, she crawls right into the passage and pulls herself along the bottom of it, getting a lot of extra mobility from her tail pushing her along. Langar sits on the edge of the maintenance opening, admiring the curving of her tail as she makes her way through.
She takes a turn and disappears for a while, leaving Langar thumbing through the miscellaneous tools, hoping he'll be able to figure out which she'd be calling for. "Langar! I found your water leak. Bring me the sssealant." The sealant was pretty easy to make out, it was labelled right on the side of the tube. He ditches the rest of the equipment on the side of the hatchway and crawls slowly among the conduits of his ship towards where his sluissi mechanic called him from.
Have the protagonist be of the female tail head kind. You have twi'leks, togurta and nautolans to chose from.
As far as the place/setting I would either say good ol' Coruscant lower levels or perhaps Jabba's palace. Both places hold lots of beings and races. Jabba's carries lots of nasty characters and creatures though.
Whatever you feel up for. I'd go for slutty, but that's always me most of the time for characters unless I feel more attachment for future stories. I'll definitely sketch it if the character is a blue twi'lek.
Blue Twi'lek it is.
I'm mulling over some ideas in my head. How long should this be? I don't want to make it too short, and have it end up underwhelming, but at the same time, only so much you can do with a gloryhole story.
Oh man, not sure on length. I can give a rough layout, don't have to go exactly by it all though.
>Twi'lek takes a break from dancing
>Relishes in the attention she is recieving
>Runs to the fresher to get away from the crowd
>Opens a stall, has a mirror, wash, toilet etc
>Admires herself for a bit
>Notices holes around the stall
>First it's one dick, then two etc
>Action and more
The further he got along the way, the muggier the air became. Condensation dripped from some of the overhead pipes, and the temperature kept raising as he searched for Mirta's location. He found her underneath a cracked bit of plumbing that was spraying a hot mist up against the underside of the floor and sprinkling back down onto her. Her outfit was soaked through with the drizzled water and her forked tongue flickered rapidly out of her mouth while she wriggled on her back to get into a better position.
"Bring it up to me, thisss thing hasss been going for a long time." He crawled a little further up the passage until he felt the tip of her tail flick against his chest. There was no room to go alongside her prone form, so he kept on moving forward, straddling her tail with his legs spread wider and wider as her came close up to her torso. The hot spray soaked through the back of his shirt as well, though despite the cramped circumstances he was able to slide along her wet scaly body and hand her the sealant. She holds it in one hand and places the nozzle as close as she can manage to the crack, but still falls a little short.
"I need to get clossser. Hold ssstill while I do sssomething." Her tail wraps around one of his legs and she turns her body, sliding him underneath her and leaning her breasts onto his face. From this position, the dispenser can finally reach the problem, and it extracts the sealing resin onto the pipe, which is promptly washed away by the spray. "Thisss isss no good. The pressssure isss too high. The ssshutoff is in the engine room." She plants her hands on the floor and pushes herself down along Langar's body, ending up face to face with him in the soaking passageway.
"Hey Mirta. It's been leaking for days. What's another hour or so of waiting?" He runs his hands along the frills on the back of her head and pulls her head down for a kiss. Her serpentine tongue flutters against his lips and she undoes the clasp on her top, peeling the wet fabric off of her shiny scales. "I don't sssee a problem with that. It'sss a little tight in here, but I'm comfortable. Can you handle it?"
She plants her hands on either side of his head and gives him enough space between their bodies to start to strip off his own clothing. He has trouble pulling his shirt off over his head when the sodden fabric sticks to his face. With his arms and head temporarily trapped, Mirta kisses his chest and gnaws gently on his nipples with her pointed teeth. His flailing eventually manages to free him from his own clothing and he defends himself from her attack by cupping the faint curve of her chest in his hands and attempting to roll her onto her back. She fights the motion at first, then twists her tail among his legs and goes along with the motion, rolling him overtop and then back under, then overtop again.
With her coiled around his legs, the captain was just along for the ride, alternating between the steaming hot shower on his back and the warm pool on the floor. She laughs and keeps the rolling up, loving the warmth and humidity in the enclosed area as well as being close to someone so eager to be with her. When she stops Langar is still on the bottom, a little dizzier and more pliable to her physical suggestions. She undoes the waist of his pants and tugs it down and off with the pulling of her tail. She keeps one hand on his manhood, still constrained by his sopping underwear. "You're a brave man, challenging me down in here. I have all the advantage."
\Mirta's chest rises and falls with her deep panting breaths and her tongue flickers frequently out of her mouth. Even though he's pinned underneath her, Langar keeps trying to take some measure of control back. He cups one of her small breasts in his hand and massages the pliable scales covering it. The other one holds around her waist and holds her close in to him, sandwiching her hand between his crotch and her own hidden sex. Her attempts to slither away cause her to grind against her trapped digits. Rather than escaping, she continues to writhe on top of him.
When the sluissi woman attempts to kiss him, Langar pulls away, making her lay flat against his body to match lips with him. Their mouths part and his tongue is outmatched by hers, which is capable of wrapping around his and squeezing. Even when she pulls her mouth away, her tongue continues to flick around against the inside of his cheeks with the forked tip. He loops one leg around her lower tail and raises his hips, placing more pressure on her hand and beyond it her pussy. Finally having had enough, she pulls on his sticky underwear enough to get it out of the way of his frustrated cock. "That'sss enough playing around." Her voice is hoarse and hisses uncontrollably at the end, mixing with her raspy moans.
She takes a firm grip on the shaft and rubs his tip across the slippery scales of her midsection, giving it a gentle scraping when it goes against the grain. With all the steamy water running down both their bodies, he can't tell where he's supposed to be putting it. Mirta is very well aware of her own body, and deliberately drags his cockhead in a slow circle around her hidden slit. "I thought you were done playing? Do you want me to convince you I want it as bad as you?" Langar nuzzles her neck and kisses it from her chin to her collarbone as a distraction. When he feels the touch of soft flesh on his sensitive cocktip, he thrusts his hips up quickly, before she can lead it away.
Oh my god this is brilliant!
I've actually already started the fic but I'm using placeholders for various things. Any ideas for this Twi'leks name?
Naming shit always drove me insane. Takes me hours to name my Pokémon.
Micha swayed her hips to the beat of the music. It was the same tired Techno-Jizz she was used to performing to, and she performed tiredly. It was late, very late, and most of the decent folk had left hours ago, likely to avoid the dangers of the Coruscant lower-levels at night time.
Micha peered over at her co-worker, Lyanna, a fellow Twi'lek dancer, albeit with hot pink skin to overshadow Micha's more common blue complexion. Lyanna wore bright purple lipstick, and had many body piercings, from her naval, to her nose. Lyanna barely put effort into her dancing, which frustrated Micha. While Micha would spend hours perfecting her routine for the chance to increase her customer tips, Lyanna's natural beauty, long legs, and larger, rounder breasts always stole the attention of the crowd.
Micha stopped. The bar was closing, the music was over, and Lyanna was following her usual post-performance practice of standing aside the Trandoshan club owner with her tits out, as he picked out other girls to join him in the back room. Micha wasn't naive, she knew what kind of seedy stuff must happen back there, and she didn't want any part of it. But still, it stung, having never even been considered for it. It was good pay, Lyanna's ridiculous jewellery was a testament to that.
The Trandoshan snapped his finger towards Micha as she turned towards the showers, startling her.
"No, no, Micha, come back. I have a, proposition, for you," the scaly businessman hissed. "I've had a few customers suggest you come with us to the back."
"You mean with Lyanna? No, n-no, I can't, It's late, and I have to-"
"Don't mess this up fer' me, Micha. They got money. You'll get yer' cut, I promise," he said, rolling his tongue around, and placing his larger hands on Micha's shoulders. She felt so small with his weight pressing lightly on her.
"I-I guess, I could... Just this once?"
"Thas' the spirit," her boss barked, spit speckling Micha's cheeks, as he dragged her by the arm through the backdoor of the bar, and down a few dark corridors. Micha noticed the already bad-smelling bar get worse, as she was led into a small, dimly-lit cubicle. She frowned.
"Where's Lyanna?" Micha asked, confused. She turned her attention to the writing on the walls, filthy expletives and crude drawings surrounded by vacant holes in the walls.
"She's, uhh, stayin' with me an' the girls. This here room's just fer' you," he snarled, before leaving the room, with Micha inside, trembling.
(What I got so far)
It was quiet. X akwardly pulled the remainder of her clothes off, her underwear sliding down her legs, freeing herself.
another quick sketch
It was quiet. Micha akwardly pulled the remainder of her clothes off, her underwear sliding down her legs, freeing herself. She didn't want to disobey her boss. The money wasn't so much her concern. From what she had heard, his bite was worse than his bark.
Micha's grim thoughts were interrupted as she heard a clank, and some shuffling, from the other side of the wall. Slowly, a pale, moderately sized penis shifted through one of the holes in the wall. Two and two added quickly for Micha, and she sighed as she fell to her knees, her lekku swaying gently. She slowly moved her face towards the hole, her breath teasing the stranger as her lips crept closer.
"Never thought I'd have to do this again..." Micha thought. She bit the bullet, making contact. Her plump lips kissed the tip of the cock, before parting to let it push inside. "Not as bad as I remember..."
The stranger moaned, as Micha started pushing further down the cock, adjusting to her slight uncomfortability. Micha closed her eyes, and started to suck intently. Her lekku curled slighty with each bob of her head. Micha found she could take a sizable amount of the cock into her mouth, enough for her button-nose to bump into the noticebly stick wall.
Thump, thump. The strangers banging on the wall confused her at first, but her mouth quickly spat the cock out, as it pooled with the humans tangy semen. Micha spat it out, if only because of the lack of proper warning.
"Thanks kid," came a gravely voice from behind the wall. Micha just sat gaping, some of his fluid dripping from her chin and breasts.
Micha didn't get much of a break. Two more cocks poked through the holes. Micha panicked. Two. Two!? How many more after this?!
Micha timidly took ahold of both of the throbbing organs, her blue fingers slightly sticky from the last mans turn. These cocks were different. Larger. And NOT human. One was not disimilar to the last man, only larger, much larger. The other, and inch or so smaller at 6 inches, but it was green. As far as Micha knew, humans didn't have green cocks.
Micha wrapped her tongue around the cock on her left, her blue cheeks bulging as she tried her hardest to suck, while still stroking the green cock to her right. Going in, she had just one thought in her mind. Get in, get out, get paid. But Micha found she has a problem, burning from between her legs. Micha felt her pussy ache, her thighs slicken with juices marking her arousal, and there was nothing she could do about it.
"Unf, that's it you little skank, how about you give me a kiss?"
Micha didn't know whether to laugh or to get angry. She couldn't bring herself to do either of those things. She just felt more aroused, and she complied, switching her attention to the cock on her right, tracing veins with her tongue.
No warning. Micha gagged as the green cock began to spurt a thick, bitter load into her mouth. He pulled back, still spurting, cloating Micha's freckled face with his cum. She blinked. Licked her lips. And then placed them back onto the cock to her left.
Micha was enjoying herself, a lot. She snaked her hand down between her legs, tracing her fingers through her wet slit, and teasing her little pink nub. As she circled her clit, she began to push a finger into her pussy, and she moaned into the cock she continued to suck. Her eyes met a camera in the top corner of the booth, and she gave it a sneaky wink, as the cok she sucked began to thob.
No spitting this time. Micha rolled all of the cum to the back of her throat, and swallowed.
"Thank you!" She giggled playfully, as the shrinking cock pulled back through the gloryhole.
Something poked Micha, and she turned to see a scaly, yellow cock. Trandoshan? Perhaps. She would never know. She didn't care.
Micha dropped to her knees, presenting her pussy to the cock.
"S'yer lucky day," she mumbled. She didn't know who she said it to. She pushed back, the cock splitting her pussy, and quickly filling her. Micha gasped, feeling a completely alien cock penetrate her. Micha's lekku twisted lewdly, as she bit her lip, slowly pushing back against the strangers thusts. He banged against the wall as he fucked fast, getting excited at the special treatment he had gotten.
"Yes, f-fuck, yes," Micha moaned. "Harder, c'mon, HARDER, we both need this!"
The stranger growled as he pounded the Twi'lek faster. He wouldn't last much longer, Micha knew that much. Micha sniffed, and opened her eyes. Across the booth, a huge, veiny, monster cock squeezed through the glory hole opposite her. Her mouth dropped wide open, oblivious to the creampie she had just been given. As the scaly cock pulled out of Micha's cunt, she snapped back to reality.
"A fucking... Gamorean? What the fuck..." she breathed, audibly. "I can't, th-there's no way..."
The creature behind the wall snorted, and squealed like a Puffer Pig, and it's cock began oozing cum before she even touched it. Micha reached out for the member, almost intimidated by its size. She licked at it, as she began stroking it. It tasted disgusting, but she knew what she had to do to get it over with.
Micha suckled noisily, using both hands to stroke the monster cock, precum continuously spurting and oozing from the brute.
"C'mon big guy," she mumble, between slurps. "Cream me up... Come on..."
The Gammorean grunted. And then it grunted again, and again, and Micha felt his cock throb violently, before she was met with a blast of cum. His sticky seed dripped from her cheeks to her breasts, which at some point Micha remembered being blue.
Micha waited for her next cock, rubbing herself as she sat in the corner, sticky and in desperate need of a shower. But no more came.
Micha spent more time at the Gloryholes than she did on stage. Not many of the girls enjoyed it, even the sluttiest of the bar's Twi'leks. But for triple the pay, and twice the fun, Micha couldn't say no.
Initially, her boss had turned down the idea, until Micha began to get more and more requests flooding in, and the Trandoshan agreed a permanent job at the Gloryhole would be more fitting for her.
Turns out, a particularly kinky Patrolian has leaked the video footage from Micha's first night onto the Holochan, and a Tripfag known as "PiettIntensifies" had doxxed the location of the bar.
Dancers came, and left, and Lyanna was eventually discarded, but Micha became a staple of the bar, forever happy at finally being the center of attention.
Wonderful. I look forward to drawing something for this.Great job.
It was the first character I had a crush on, I fell in love with her. I know, I WAS autistic, but HEY! Dem orange [spoiler]cute face[/spoiler]
If you could draw a Twi'lek footjob you would literally be fulfilling something I've been searching for years for.
I'd put my juice in HER cloning vat.
With all her weight overtop of him, it only manages a few inches inward, but that is enough to draw an ecstatic hiss from deep inside her chest. Her slit contracts gently against his shaft, eager to keep it from being pulled out again. The steamy heat in the crawlspace was nothing compared to the soft furnace inside the sluissi woman. Langar bucked with his hips again seeking more of her and sinks fully inside as her waist is pushed down to meet him.
The wet slap of their bodies rings against the encircling walls. Mirta's clawed fingers scrape against the metallic floor searching for some place to grip onto. They both breath heavily while looking into each other's eyes with their bodies fully engaged with one another. "Let'sss have sssome more." Her slippery tail braces against the floor and raises her body slowly off of his shaft, stopping just at the point where the the underside of his cockhead touches her outer lips. Once more they spring their bodies together in a loud and forceful push, now starting to set a slow but deep pace.
Her pussy squeezes greedily to his shaft during the slow withdrawls and relaxes fully during the thrust to enable it to spear deeply inside her body. She cries out in a mix of hisses and moans, seizing his lips with her own when she can no longer stand the sensations. Langar takes her headfrills in one hand and holds her tightly against the kiss. This time he chases her tongue into her mouth, forcing it from one corner of her mouth to the other. They part from each other panting for air in the steamy climate. He drives his hips upwards to speed up the lovemaking, but her back is already pressed up against a troublesome conduit that limits motion. He settles for grinding his waist against hers, stirring his cock inside her in search of her sensitive areas deep inside.
Her serpentine lower body reacts accordingly, swaying from side to side against his rough pressure. His cock is smashed against her inner walls from every side almost drawing him to climax. To prolong the sex he has to clamp both hands against her tail and hold it still until the temptation to cum passes. "Isss that your limit, Langar? No ssstopping now, I need it. Ssssah! Fuck me, fuck me more!" Her frustration leads Mirta to take the man's wrists and slam them back onto the ground next to his head. Her tongue hangs out of her mouth in an attempt to keep herself from overheating but still unwilling to even slow down from their pace.
She wraps the tip of her tail around one of his feet and ripples her flexible reptilian midsection, pulling off and then slamming back down on his shaft in a single fluid motion. Langar's ecstatic expression causes her to issue a hissing laugh that ends in a high moan when she rolls her waist over him again. Knowing how close he is, she writhes her midsection rapidly into a rising and falling motion impossible for a set of hips to keep up with. Her pussy pumps over his cock far too quickly for Langar to hold back. "Mirta! I'm cumming!"
Her hands relax and move up to intertwine with his fingers. Her rippling midsection slaps down against his hips hard enough to bounce him off of the crawlspace floor and splash pooled water out from underneath him. His shaft throbs and looses a thick stream of cum just as she drops her body against his again and splashing his hot seed in the furthest depths of her pussy. She keeps lashing her pussy down on his cock in an increasingly erratic manner as she starts to cum herself, finding he can squirt a little more every time she lays her scaled body all the way down against his skin. Even though his balls felt completely empty, she kept flailing her waist down on him and drawing more feeble dribbles from his fading erection until she could finally take no more and collapses onto him.
>Her hands relax and move up to intertwine with his fingers.
Oh God yes, this is the best!
It happens. May the Force be with you and all that. Tits too.
Dunno if anyone would care for this, but I drew this as a request for /b/
Idea: a couple, preferably not canon, for variety, getting a matching pair of blowjobs from twi'lek/togruta/whatever race sluts/hookers. Bonus points for them carrying on a conversation or [spoiler] holding hands[/spoiler] during the act
Yes, one of the new canon books confirmed that changing genders is absolutely easy procedure.
The Clone Wars tv show also showed technology that completely changed your physical biology, like polyjuice potion in harry potter, but that was temporary.
So yeah, you can easily do a story of that nature using completely canon concepts.
Sounds hot even.
Queen Setine by far that blonde older chick vibe rules.
Actually no, iirc it was in Lost Stars. It wasn't anything big, it was just an offhanded comment about being able to completely psysically change yourself, which as we saw in TCW, is not impossible in Star Wars.
At least to me, it didn't seem like some kind of commentary on Trans people. Lets hope Cuck Wendig doesn't get similar ideas though, because knowing him, he would make it so that the Empire is holocausting anyone who changes their body or some shit, just for some trans-community goodie points.
I'm not planning a follow up for that story.
Currently I'm working on a story where Aayla Secura and Shaak Ti crash on a swamp moon, where the swamp gas lowers inhibitions and increases arousal.
It'll be a long one, and will have some yuri, some straight stuff, some gangbang, some bondage... basically everything I can fit in there.
I'll take some requests once I'm finished with that.
>Sister's name is Jaina
>Parents are obligate turbospergs
>No way his shields could repel autism of this magnitude
Whether you like it or not, anon, you of anybody was born to fap your pee pee to cartoon images on a Javanese gamelan tuning forum.
Either way, I'm right there with you, bud. At four, I named the family dog Chewbacca. At 14, I was getting off on pictures of Chewbacca railing the mother of Luke Skywalker. Life is weird, ain't it?
I came here to discuss lewd things pertaining to Star Wars, not completely laugh my ass off.
>I came here to discuss lewd things pertaining to Star Wars, not completely laugh my ass off.
You're still on /swg/, even if it's the anglo-mongolian claymation pornography forum edition
Here's a quick sketch commission I forgot to share.
Sorry, bud. Been busy getting commissions done. I try to make those my priority unless it's a collaboration project.
What exactly are you looking for with these two?
I was thinking that too.
Remove the cross-thread links, we don't really need those, and they die quicker than this thread anyway.
Replace them with a pastebin that has links leading to any relevant Star Wars draw/writefags.
And update the Canon Guide link to the one that works now.
>I'll never draw enough mouth stuff
And it doesn't go as far as blowjobs (though I'm not against it), just the mere fantasy of wiping dicks across her lips.
>Currently I'm working on a story where Aayla Secura and Shaak Ti crash on a swamp moon, where the swamp gas lowers inhibitions and increases arousal.
Could you do Ahsoka sucking dickgirl Riyo Chuchi and Barriss Offee?
[spoiler]I would never stop fapping if you did.[/spoiler]
Don't post stuff like that that, you idiot. That clearly falls into the loli category and that shit gets you either banned or the thread deleted.
Are you trying to imply those two aren't Twi'lek and Asari drawn to be of childlike/underage proportions?
I dunno. I guess I see what youre saying. But it still doesn't look like loli mayne. Boobs are kind of the red flag when it comes to loli, unless its like, explicitly a loli with boobs...
Yeah, i'm not helping am i
Look, I honestly wouldn't bother anyone with this if it didn't really threaten the whole of the thread with a possible deletion. It's not like I don't have a lot of loli Ahsoka r34 myself, I just don't post it here because it's against the rules and I've seen threads deleted before over just one or two images.
After a few minutes of trying to catch their breaths in the muggy air, Mirta slides off of the captain and looks back to the leaking pipe. "Go find the ssshutoff, it's the red toggle in your atmopssshericsss panel. I'll finisssh fixing it from here." She slithers back towards the leaking pipe, collecting the dropped cannister of sealant along the way. Langar crawls backwards on elbows and knees, unable to turn around until he gets to the turn in the crawlspace.
He climbs out and makes his way to the engine section, suddenly feeling the cold air against his wet skin. He leaves little wet puddles under his feet in his hustle to the engine area, scanning over the instructed panel multiple times before finding the one he was supposed to disengage. From there he ran straight to his cabin room to get himself a towel and find some replacement clothing for everything he'd left downstairs. With his door open he can hear the crawlspace hatch rattling closed, so he leans out and throws a spare towel at the already shiverring sluissi woman. "Might want to pop in here for a while to warm up. I'll take care of your wet clothes for now."
She gratefully wipes off the cooling water and slithers her way to the bunk room. "I might need to lie down for a few moments. I don't handle the cold very well, and I'm pretty tired from all that crawling around and other things. Is it alright to curl up for a while as well?" Langar turns and bangs his hand on the side of the lower bunk in the cabin. "All yours. If you need a little help getting warm again, I know a few ways to fix you up." The wet towel is lobbed at his face as she crawls up into the bed. "I'd like to crawl out less tired than I went in. I'll keep that in mind for later." Still naked, she slithers her tail underneath the covers and curls up with her head under the pillows. He picks up the wet towels and other bits of sopping clothing and stuffs them into the cleaner in the fresher, letting that handle the work.
With all that handled, there was still the matter of cleaning up the mess under the floor. Again choosing to take the easy way out, Langar slipped into the cockpit and set the atmospheric controls to pull the moisture out of the air. Going back to his datapad, he pulls up some of the more interesting shipment requests and takes them back to the holotable back in his lounge area.
For the next hour, he punches in the communication details for the various contractors, getting firmer details on what was on offer and what the terms were. This time he paid particular attention to the weight of the loads after getting a first person look at the damage overburdening caused. His pad is left with three options to pick from, all with benefits to be looked over. He sits up from his chair and asks the autochef to make him a cup of tea and gets an error message, complaining that there is no water. He shakes the panel and bangs it a few times before he remembers having switched the water off. A short hustle to the engine room has it switched back on easily.
Coming back into the lounge, Mirta is resting against the wall and drinking his cup of tea. She's wearing one of his shirts which doesn't hangs down as low on her body as he'd have thought, showing off her thick scaly tail as well as a bit of midsection. "There'sss another one coming. It sssmelled too good to passss up." She pulls the second mug from the aperture and drops it on his table next to the open datapad and curls up on the couch next to him. Langar decides to put work off for a while and enjoy snuggling a little on the couch until the cups of tea run out.
When she clacks her empty cup on the table, Mirta's ready to get back to work. She slips her tail off of the couch and stretches her arms above her head, giving the man sitting on the couch a brief look at her pussy as her scales stretch and flex around its normally obscured location. "I should really get back to work. Is my uniform in the fresher area?" Langar pulls himself back to his feet as well and points her in the right direction. "Should be dry by now. Your tools are still piled over by the access hatch." He collects the cups and sticks them back under the autochef for its own sanitizing process.
It doesn't take the sluissi mechanic long to slither into the refresher and come back out dressed in her work clothes. She sets about gathering her tools and slipping them into her utility belt, sorting them carefully into their appropriate slots. "I think now I'll take a look at your compensators at the back. That might be the cause of your problems coming out of hyperspace. I'll probably need your help in a few hours, once I make my way into the thick of the engine's components and have identified any problem areas. I'll see you then, assistant."
She slides by and gives Langar a kiss on the cheek as she passes. He takes a look at the time as the engineering bay doors close behind her, and finds he's got some time to kill. Figuring it wouldn't hurt to go out for a while, he gathers up his boots and jacket and calls for a ride down to the lower decks to do a little bar hopping. "Who knows?" he thinks to himself, "There could be some off the books work to be found. If not, at least it'll be good to catch up with some old friends and contacts." While sorting through his pockets to make sure he's got enough credits for the trip, he's reminded of the sneaky four armed woman who sifted through his pockets earlier today. On the spur of the moment, he decides to start with her neck of the city and see what's to offer there.
Thank you for making something up.
How about something like this? I have nothing for writers though. Just mention something to writers to upload their work somewhere it can be found again like HF, Ao3 or Tumblr etc.
Erotic discussion on the films, shows, books and other media. Post draw and fan-fic requests.
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It really is a bummer that the stories posted here as well in the first thread have been lost. They really need to upload them. I might be out by the time this thread dies, so go for it and I'll be back to draw and post all night. Thanks!