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>ywn spank her buttcheeks
Just kill me now, I can't go on
>Starting off with Ahsoka images
Now we're talking.
Here's one for ya. More like an aftermath, or just the end of one round...
anyone have any good anakin/ahsoka fic?
pic not really related
I had a dream I was posting in this thread and it got deleted for no reason.
It's a good feel to wake up and see Orange Buttcheeks is still being posted and the thread is alive.
>I won't let these visions come true, Master Yoda.
Togrutafag, can you please post that greentext story about Shaak Ti "playing" with the clones? And that other fic about Shaak Ti having sex with his togruta padawan? I... I need them. Thanks.
Not him, but I have the ShaakXPadawan story saved.
5 years before the Clone Wars
>"Geez Master, don't you know how to knock?"
>You quickly shut down the hologram in of you in an attempt to preserve some of your dignity as your Master walked barged into your shared room.
"Padawan, I don't need to see you to know that you weren't meditating. I can feel you quite well in the force."
>You began to pull up your pants, your face a shade of red far darker than usual.
>"Well you could at least knock for my sake."
"Why should I have to knock to enter my own room?"
>You honestly didn't have an answer for that one. After all, it had been her room far longer than it had been yours.
"It's not like you haven't seen me naked before."
>She had a point, her habit of meditating naked had given you quite the view on numerous occasions.
>"Yeah, but not doing... that."
"That's enough Padawan. Now get ready, we are going to Shili."
>You considered yourself lucky to have been selected as a Padawan by Shaak Ti.
>Few Padawans, other than humans, were fortunate enough to be trained by a member of their own species.
>Even fewer were lucky enough to be selected by a Jedi Master.
>At times, though, she made things very difficult for you..
>"Master, its been two weeks since we arrived in Corvala, and we have been wandering these plains ever since.
>"And you still haven't told me what we are doing here. Also did you really have to wear that?"
"It's hot here, so yes. And I'll tell you when the time comes."
>"Well can you at least tell me where we are going? I don't like feeling like l'm wandering aimlessly."
"In a few more kilometers, we are going to reach some swamps. It is a river delta. After two days of trekking through them, we will reach the main flow of the river. That is where we will make our final camp."
>You weren't sure what was worse about the swamp, the mud or the bugs.
>or perhaps it was that the sounds of various unseen creatures bombarded your montrals from every direction.
>You didn't know how Master Ti could stand it, with her more sensitive and fully matured montrals.
>Your smaller, but steadily growing horns had made even moving through the swamp more difficult, with them getting caught on vines and branches as you pushed through the terrain.
>Somehow, though, Master Ti seemed to have no problem moving through the waist-deep mud, seemingly never getting tangled up in the flora of the area, or catching an unpleasant thorn in her lekku.
>Really, the only reasons she was covered in mud above the waist was that you had tripped just after entering the swamps, landing on her and putting you both face first into the bog.
>You, however, had gathered enough thorns for the both of you over the course of the two day slog.
>Your nerves in them would be punishing you with a dull pain for the next few days.
>Master Ti had been adamant about not using lightsabers to cut through the brush.
>You didn't understand it, but decided not to question it.
>She had been rather secretive about much on this journey, and you figured she probably had some good reason for everything.
>With all the collective filth on the both of you, you could barely make out the stripes on her lekku, and you were certain that your facial markings were indistinguishable beneath the layer of mud coating your body.
>At least that had helped keep the bugs off of you.
>But now you were out of the swamp.
>The river quickly cleared up, with its bottom changing from silty to rocky.
>It's source was high up in some of the only mountains on Shili, which loomed in the distance.
>Despite no longer being on the plains, a smaller species of turu grass grew thick among the red leaved trees that formed the forest that surrounded the river.
>Moving was much easier here.
>After a few more hours of walking, Master Ti finally decided to stop.
"We are going to set up camp here."
>You removed the mud caked backpack that contained the gear for the camp.
>It had been pinching your rear lekku for the entire trip.
>"So how long does this forest go on for?"
"It stretches all the way to the mountains. The plains begin again just on the other side."
>You paused a moment to massage the sore tips of your lekku.
"I'm going to go gather some things. You can handle setting up on your own right?"
"Good, I'll be back in an hour."
>Setting up camp had gone smoothly enough.
>Unfortunately though, your hammock had gotten torn on the way through the swamp, leaving only one in usable condition.
>With all the grass here though, sleeping on the ground wouldn't be very unpleasant.
>With the extra time, you decided to eat a ration bar and watch the sun set in the distance.
>You hoped this place was more quiet than the swamp at night. The sounds made sleep difficult there.
>It had been almost an hour, and there was no sign of Master Ti anywhere.
>Your comlink beeped.
>It was your Master.
"Change of plans. Meet me by the river. You will see the torch."
>True to her word, you were able to quickly spot a torch in the darkness after a brief walk outside the camp.
>As you approached, you didn't see your master anywhere on the shoreline.
>That's when you noticed her clothes hung over a branch, and heard a soft splashing coming from the river.
>In the torchlight, you could just make out the form your master's back standing in the river.
"Get out of those clothes and get in here. You're filthy.
>"Are you sure?"
"Yes, there is enough dirt on you for turu grass to take root."
>She had a good point.
>You threw your clothes into a pile beneath hers and quickly slipped into the water.
>It was cool, a very pleasant contrast to the heat of the Shili day.
>You began to scrub the dirt off of yourself
"Come here, I need you to help me get under my lekku."
>Nervously, you made your way out to her.
"Here, use these."
>She handed you a clump of crushed leaves.
>By the soapy feel, you guessed that this had been what she was gathering.
>You took hold of her rear lekku, far larger and heavier than your own, and lifted it slightly to get to its underside.
>It was firm, but flexible.
>As you ran the leaves down her lekku, you heard her inhale sharply.
>It was obvious to you that she was trying to suppress it.
>You doubted that she was used to someone else touching such a sensitive area.
>A few seconds later, she let out a long, contented sigh.
>Every now and then, you could have sworn she let out a suppressed moan.
"Padawan, did you bring your lightsaber with you, or are you just enjoying yourself?"
>You hadn't noticed your erection pressing against her backside as you were washing her.
>Out of embarrassment, you quickly lowered her lekku and stepped back.
>"Sorry Master, I didn't..."
>She cut you off before you could finish the sentence
"Don't worry about it. It happens. It's only natural for someone your age.
>It didn't help much with the embarrassment.
>You shouldn't feel this way about your master.
>It was against the Code.
"Turn around, I'll wash yours for you."
>As her nimble fingers worked your head tail, you quickly came to understand why she had acted the way she did.
>You had never had someone else handle you lekku in such a way, but it felt absolutely amazing.
>You cursed its shortness, as it took her far less time to clean than you had.
>She then moved down to your back, the only area you hadn't gotten to before she called you over for help.
>Every so often, she would brush against your lekku, sending another small jolt of sensation through it.
"That should finish it up. Now come to shore, I have something that should help with those cuts."
>You had almost forgotten about them.
>They only really stung after your lekku brushed against something now.
"You've got a big day tomorrow."
>You sat down on the shore, letting the water run off of you.
"I suppose now is the time for me to tell you why we came to Shili. You are going to hunt an Akul."
>She sat down behind you and leaned over your shoulder to take hold of your lekku.
>In her hands was some sort of paste made from cushed berries.
"Of course. It is a right of passage for our people"
>"Are you shure I'm ready for this?"
>What ever it was she was putting on your lekku, it was doing an excelent job of stopping the soreness.
>But her gentle strokes were not helping with your... situation.
"You've been an excelent student for me. I thought it was time to reward you."
>You could feel her breath tickling your montral.
>Her gentle rubbing across your lekku was absolutely electrifying.
>You are a Jedi, you can control yourself
>Her breasts were pressed against you back
>You shouldn't be thinking about your master like this.
>Each stroke was a new shimmer of ecstasy for you.
>You were steadily becoming more and more lost in the sensation.
>"Isn't it -hhh dangerous?"
>You inhaled sharply mid-question
"Very. And you can't have any distractions while on the hunt."
>You felt her hand slide down your chest
"Which means we need to take care of this."
>Her fingers took hold of your shaft in a gentle, but firm grasp.
>With all of her attention, you couldn't do much to protest as she began to slowly work her hand up and down
"Sshh. Just relax. It's tradition."
>That was a lie.
>You may have been raised in the Temple, but you knew that this was in no part of your people's tradition.
>you weren't going to argue though.
"You've needed this for a long time haven't you."
>You slowly nodded your head.
>She began placing small kisses along your montrals.
>With how slow she was going, it was becoming almost excruciating for you.
>Between the one hand stroking your dick, the one hand massaging your lekku, and her gentle suckling on your horns, you were falling into sensory overload.
>She began leaning back, pulling you down with her.
>Slowly, she rolled you over, so that you were now face to face with her sizable breasts.
>Her nipples were the same color as her lips.
>Without thinking, you placed your mouth onto one of the white disks and began to suck.
>Master Ti let out a small moan as you reached up to grab her other breast.
>Her hand returned to the back of your head, pressing you into her chest.
"I see you've learned something from those holos you were watching."
>Had she seen them?
>You wondered just how much she knew.
>Feeling emboldend, you reachded down between the two of you with your free hand.
>Her vagina was dripping, offering little resistance to your fingers.
>She giggled slightly and genlty pushed you off of her.
"I appreciate your efforts Padawan, but we are here for your pleasure tonight, not mine."
>"But I was enjoyoing myself."
>As you got to your feet, she possitioned herself infront of you.
"But I've got something much better in store for you."
>Before you could inquire further, she took you head into her mouth.
>Her tongue began to circle around your member.
>For a Jedi Master, she certainly seemed to know what she was doing.
>Leaning back against a tree, you allowed her to take the lead.
>She began to bob her head up and down your shaft, working her tongue from side to side as she did so.
>Each time she bottomed out, she darted her tongue out to quickly lick your sack.
>You could see her begin to stroke her lekku.
>On instinct, you began to thrust your hips in time with her bobs.
>You could feel a tingling sensation building up inside you.
>Before you reached your breaking point, she removed herself from your erection.
"It's good to see you're enthusiastic. Let's continue this back at camp."
>She grabbed the torch from its possition on the shore.
>As you followed her back to camp, you couldn't help but admire her torchlit form.
"Only one hammock I see. Did you already have ideas?"
>"M-Mine got ripped in the swamp"
"I'm sure of that."
>She crawled into the hammock, motioning for you to join her.
"Luckily, one is all we need."
>As you joined her in the hammock, she rolled over, straddling you.
>She rocked herself back and forth on your erection, teasing you with her lower lips.
"Are you ready Padawan?"
>With how you were squirming beneath her, she didn't need to wait for your answer.
>She raised up, and after a brief moment, positioned your head at her entrance.
>Slowly, she worked her way down your shaft, steadily enveloping you in her warmth.
>She leaned forward, hanging her breasts infront of your face.
"So Padawan, what do you think?"
>You could only muster a moan in response as she began to gyrate on you.
>It was a feeling unlike anything you had felt before.
>Placing a hand behind your head, she guided a nipple into your mouth.
>As you suckled, she massaged your rear lekku, further increasing the myriad of sensation you were experienceing.
>Of course, you didn't seem to be the only one being overcome with pleasure.
>Master Ti could frequently be heard letting out moan after moan.
>Every so often, she would come down harder on your shaft, causing her to inhale sharply each time she did so.
>Before long, she stopped and rolled onto her back, pulling you over her.
"It's your turn to take the lead now Padawan."
>Without thinking, you began to wildly thrust into her.
>You weren't used to these motions, causing your movents to be awkward and sloppy.
>On several occasions, you slipped out of her, forcing you to pause and reposition.
>The rocking of the hammock wasn't helping either.
>Master Ti let out a small giggle.
"There is no need to rush Padawan, we have all the time in the galaxy."
>"That's not very easy Master."
>In all honesty, you were having a difficult time controlling yourself.
"Perhaps you would like to try something else."
>She pushed you off of her, and rolled onto her stomach
"Something a bit more, adventurous."
>She reached back and spread her ass cheeks, showing you exactly what she was offering.
>Without hesitation, you tried to push your way in.
"Carefull back there."
>She raised her voice slightly out of surprise, before quickly lowering it back to her usual gentle, soothing tone.
"You need to take it a little slowly for both our sake."
>You took a moment to slide your member back into her dripping pussy, as well as apply some spittle for lubricant."
>Repositioning yourself, you began to push into her rear.
>The combination of your spittle and her fluids on your cock allowed you to steadily work your way into her anus.
>Once you had hilted in her, you began the arduous task of withdrawing from her.
>"Its so tight Master."
>A slow moan escaped her lips.
"Take as long as you need."
>As you eased back forward, you leaned forward and ran your tongue across her rear lekku.
>She let out another one of her cute giggles.
"You're learning quickly."
>Steadily, you began to pick up your pace as you became acustomed to the tightness.
>In the Force, you could feel something stiring within your master.
>Her voice wavered slightly.
>A brief moment later, she spasmed under you.
>As she ceased her quaking, her breathing became calm and deep.
"That was excellent work Padawan."
>You continued your thrusting without pause.
>Master Ti kept letting out occasional moans as you maintained your pace.
>"Master, could you roll back over for me?"
"Anything for you Padawan"
>A brief moment later, and she was on her back again, legs spread wide.
>Without missing a beat, you quickly pushed your way back into her warm sex.
>After a few moments of thrusting you felt a familliar tingling welling up inside of you.
"You're close, aren't you my Padawan?"
"Just let go whenever you like."
>You leaned down and took one of her occilating nipples into your mouth.
>She giggled again and placed a hand on the back of your head as you worked her teat in your mouth.
"You really like them don't you?"
>You gave a hard suck in reply.
>It wouldn't be long now.
"Go ahead my Padawan, you have my permission."
>Sometimes, you swore she could read your mind.
>You hilted yourself in her one last time in preparation for release.
>As soon as you had pushed as far as you could, a wave of pleasure crashed over you.
>You let rope after rope of your seed loose deep within your master.
"Very good my Padawan."
>You could only answer her praise with a muffled moan.
>Slowly, you eased your way out of her, a task made slightly difficult by the hand keeping you pressed against her breast.
>Master Ti rolled you both onto your side, wraping her free arm around you in a comforting embrace.
"You could have asked me for help at any time my Padawan. As your teacher, it is my duty to do whatever I can to help you in your learning."
She began to run her hand along your rear lekku, no longer needing to press you into her chest to keep you there.
"What kind of a master would I be if I didn't see to your needs?"
>As you continued to suckle, she placed light kisses on your short montrals.
"And, if it will help to strengthen our bond, we should sleep like this every night."
>You liked the sound of that.
>You felt so safe in her embrace, like she would do anything to protect you from the temptation of the dark side.
"Now get some rest my Padawan. Tomorrow, you have a great trial to face."
>With that, you began to drift to sleep, her hand still soothingly stroking your lekku.
I think I might write something with Sabine and a Stormtrooper she use to know yay or nay?
Still hoping for that Kyle Katarn/Tavion Axmis smutfic from the last thread.
I will never understand why people are so attracted to Sabine.
>Thinking about SW
>Suddenly wonder how Sabine would be doing sex
>Never liked Sabine like that before
>Imagine her begging strange men to paint her in cum
>Imagine her sucking cocks in search of bigger and messier cumshots.
So basically, I just figure she treats sex like she treats blowing stuff up. Make a big, pretty explosion, and admire the artwork.
So now I guess I'm into cumslutty Sabine stuff.
Langar rested his heels on his console, dozing peacefully in his captain's chair. He had a short one hour hop through the Gyndine area before he could get back into hyperspace and on route for his destination. Through his canopy the extensive Gyndine shipyards was only visible through the multitude of blinking warning lights across its surface, and the occasional moving of vessels around its working area. A nice, lazy flight on a simple and easy money run. Only one thing could turn his passage upside down, and it was closing on his rear without his notice.
"Starlight-Class Freighter Jealous Crane! This is Imperial Customs Frigate G-827, halt your vessel immediately and prepare yourself for inspection!" The woman's shouting voice over his comms made him start, then scramble to emergency stop his vehicle. Customs was normally bad enough, but he recognized the voice from a previous trip a year or so, and he hadn't made a good impression. "This is the Jealous Crane, making a full stop. Vehicle is ready for your inspection at your leisure."
He was out of his seat like a shot and dashed down the accessway to his cabin, changing his worn-out shirt into one of his better and more presentable ones. His vessel rocked with the ungentle attachment of the Customs frigate's docking clamp and knocking him to the floor. The captain struggled to his feet while still fastening the buttons, then quickly stepping out into the common area as his entrance ramp was engaged from outside. He tries to assume a nonchalant posture relaxing against the wall to his cabin, not realizing fully how odd it would seem for someone to be casually leaning alone in a small freighter. Two black-clothed men with blaster pistols on their belt step up onto his deck followed by their officer, Lieutenant Gelice Murastar.
She had a positively knock-out body, wide hips under a narrow waist and a bountiful pair of tits that all stood out despite the unflattering cut of the imperial uniform. Long flowing blonde hair down past her shoulders kept in a simple ponytail an soft facial features that settled into an impish smile when not enraged. Which twisted her looks into a cold and dismissive sneer, a lot like her current expression. "Taksom, so you're still in charge of this vessel. I was hoping you'd died or something of the sort. Men! Check the cabin, I want to know what his plans are." The two men hustle up to his cockpit to rifle through his papers and navigation computer while she remains behind to stare him down.
"I could just tell you where I'm going and what I'm carrying. You don't have to go through all of my things-" He's cut off with a sharp wave of her hand, dangerously close to backhanding him across the cheek. "Shut it Taksom! We will perform our investigation as I see fit. I have no reason to trust a vagrant pilot of your standing over physical proof." She stabs him in the chest with her outstretched finger, emphasizing every second word of her tirade. Taksom holds his hands up in a gesture of surrender and keeps his back against the wall. "I just want to make this easier for you Gelice. Papers, interview, done."
Her hand comes back across his face, this time striking him hard enough to cause Langar to reel to the side. "Lieutenant! Murastar! I don't expect a useless spacer to understand ranks, but that means that for the duration of this investigation, I own you. I own your ship. I own everything on your ship. There isn't a damn thing you can do about it without a higher plaque on your chest." She thumbs her rank badge with four colored squares and takes a step away from him. "Something undoubtably far beyond your skills to manage. You have no restraint or discipline to achieve anything past your decrepit shamble of a starship."
The two men in black file out of the front of the vessel, the one in the back having tilted his polished helmet back to examine some papers stacked in his hands. "Sir, examination of the cockpit is complete. Nav computer indicates his point of origin is the Kwenn station on the edge of Hutt Space, destination appears to be Quellor, on the Nanth'ri Route." Lt. Murastar turns to address her men with her back still and chin up. "Dimal. Fix your helmet. You are to be presentable. At! All! Times!" She massages the wrist of the hand she'd just struck the captain with and wriggles the fingers to get past the slight stinging they still felt. Her subordinate rapidly dumps the papers to the side to affix his helmet properly before saluting. "Helmet corrected Lieutenant. Awaiting new duties."
The edges of the Lieutenant's mouth curls up in a satisfied smile at the sight of her crew stepping rapidly into line. She snaps open the pouch on the side of her belt and draws out a pair of long, thin gloves." Good. Check the cargo, inspect everything. Now I know where he's been, I can begin to interrogate him. Be on your way." The two men look at each other, then to Langar, then back to the Lieutenant, then quickly to the floor as they make their way to the cargo hold entrance at the back of the ship. "Lieutenant, is this really-" Langar is silenced again, this time by a slow pointing motion of a black-gloved finger. "No talking until I ask you a question. The interrogation will go much smoother if you obey me. Now for the record, tell me where you picked up this load?"
Gelice's interrogation starts off fairly light. Simple questions about his departure time, which systems he'd stopped in along the way, and when he expected to get to his destination. She gradually drops the sour expression and melts back into the charming smile he recalled when he'd first met her.
Langar found himself smiling a bit as well with the memory of how she'd been over a year ago. Still new, still unsure, and still not sure of her authority. When her inspection crew was in his hold checking his paperwork, he leaned forward and asked her name. When she gave it, he followed with some compliments, and an offer to inspect his cabin personally. That's when she recognized his intentions and grew angry. Very, very angry. Apparently being treated that way most of her life was a bit of a sore spot for her, and it became his bad luck to have stepped on it.
His mind is brought rapidly back to his present situation when he feels a strong electric shock pass through his arm. With a surprised yell he jumps away along the wall, watching some faint arcs of electricity travel along the surface of Lt. Murastar's gloves. She addresses him while still holding her resting smile. "I think you spaced out for a moment, Taksom. I will ask you again, why are you doing business so close to Hutt space? It would be a very bad thing if you were hiding contraband on board." He rubs his arm to get some of the numbness out of his limb. "Are those shock gloves? Are you even-" She lunges for him and delivers another stinging shock to his midsection, doubling him up and sending him to his knees on the floor in another arc of current. "I'm asking the questions now, stick to answering them. But for the record, these are similar to shock gloves, but military issue. Now, stay on your feet when answering me."
I've been told to do it that way, and have been mostly putting it off because I hate signing up for stuff or putting a name on things. I'll probably get a proper place for the stuff tomorrow.
>It's not like anyone else is posting stuff
Exactly, a wall of text will scare off anyone wanting to post anything. That's the problem when you put a 5000+ fic in a thread like that. It wastes posts and causes new people not to post anything.
>I hate signing up for stuff or putting a name on things
Dude, you literally don't have to do any of that at all to make a paste on Pastebin. You can literally be an anonymous poster there. That's the beauty of it. You can sign up, if you want to, but people mostly remain a guest/anonymous on that website.
Here's how it goes
>Go into Pastebin
>See the box with New Paste text above it
>You copypaste your fic you wrote in that box
>Put a title in the title box
>Then click enter
>Save the URL, it's going to a jumble of letters and numbers
>Copypaste that onto your notepad with the fic on it
>Tada, new fic you can just copypaste the address to on 4chan.
That is all you have to do, no names or signing up. You would know that if you just looked yourself.
The only problem with Pasebin is that you can't edit your fic once it's saved. Then again you can just make a new and revised fic no problem. Hell you can even make your fic on there have an expiration date and set it up so it can last forever, a month, two weeks or even for an hour or ten minutes.
Working on a commission at the moment featuring Sabine and Hera with some tentacles.
>I will never understand why people are so attracted to Sabine.
>But not in a way that's totally off-putting or scary
>Artsy and shit
>Explosions and shit
>Flying and shit?
I imagine having grown up as a Mandalorian and in the Imp Academy makes her pretty candid, like, walking around nude covered in paint whistling and shit like it's no thang.
Pastebin's good for what it does, quick and easy depot for random stuff that isn't too important.
Got my stuff up, links to stories as follows:
Bith Blue Balls: http://www.hentai-foundry.com/stories/user/SpacerGuide/19711/Bith-Blue-Balls/50475/Chapter-0/Bith-Blue-Balls
Ryloth Red Roulette: http://www.hentai-foundry.com/stories/user/SpacerGuide/19712/Ryloth-Red-Roulette/50476/Chapter-0/Ryloth-Red-Roulette
Reptile Repairs (part 1): http://www.hentai-foundry.com/stories/user/SpacerGuide/19713/Reptile-Repairs/50477/Chapter-0/Reptile-Repairs-Pt.1
Reptile Repairs (part 2): http://www.hentai-foundry.com/stories/user/SpacerGuide/19713/Reptile-Repairs/50478/Chapter-1/Reptile-Repairs-Pt.2
Chapter 1 is the build up, nothing particularly adult to it. Chapter 2 is where the action starts.
Obi-Wan's face when he jumps down and sees that.
To the Anon that wanted a sfull sketch of this pink twi'lek, did you want her nude or lewd or something? Or just full body sketch?
He commissions most of those pieces, to my knowledge. And he writes stories based on those exaggerated proportions.
He's..... certainly a writer. His stories focus on one of two things; Padme being a slut or Leia being slut, and not in the way I enjoy.
Also, he has a thing for grown woman on young boy analingus.
I gave it a shot, but I don't think writing is my thing. I'm requesting a fic of a character actor at Disney World working at the new Star Wars Land park and then banging a nerd or two. She works as a twi'lek....preferably blue.
wait... are you conflating promiscuity with a strong sexual appetite? like those bullshit hentai that imply there is something immoral or perverted about a woman who wants to have regularly sex with her husband?
Having a left-handed honeymoon.
Off the rez.
Hiking the Appalachian Trail.
Cheating is what I mean for god's sake!
A character in porn wanting sex is not the problem, a character having sex with three teens in a stolen speeder who show up at her Coruscant apartment balcony while her husband is in the next room waiting for her to come in so they can bang is.
I know what "slut' means, dumbass! The idiot I was replying do doesn't. I was trying to figure out what he meant.
and, seriously, I have no idea how many hentai manga feature a woman who constantly wants to fuck her husband, but he just avoids her. and then, when she has an affair, the she devolves into some mindbroken cum dumpster. like, wanting sex destroys women, but not the guys they have sex with.
well, ol' pal, I've got to wonder something: were you raised catholic or baptist?
also, in conjunction with that, I have to ask: at which point did you being to consume strong pornography on a regular basis? I suspect it was early, 12 or 13?
I'm really just wondering what got you where you are
[spoiler]this is the first time I've gone an visited this thread, and it really confirms my confusion as to how people jack it to this shit. I mean, I get the writefag part, mostly, but the image bit is straight baffling to my old crazed self[/spoiler]
Why is antposting a thing?
Pyro is an absolutely shitty writer.
He gets off a lot on either Padme cheating on Anakin, with just about everyone, and him being completely oblivious to it, including when he comes across her drenched in cum, or Leia cheating on Han with their son, with Han right there but also being oblivious about it.
It is my most sincere opinion that he should be put up against a wall, summarily shot, his body quartered by horses, his carcass flayed and his remain burned to cinders.
Not him, but I'm Orthodox Christian and that has no relevance whatsoever with my opinions regarding cheaters or smut that involves cheating. It's just a disgusting thing in general, and the way Pyro writes about it is even more disgusting.
There's nothing contradicting being discussed here. Men and women can easily sleep around with whomever they want, but doing so while in a relationship, thus cheating on their partner, is just plain fucking disgusting and a turn-off.
Authors that specialize in this sort of thing usually have something fucked up with their heads.
So... are CYOAs allowed here? I made a Star Wars CYOA a while back, but I only posted it a few times because it kept getting deleted. Earlier this week, /d/ had a CYOA thread and some anon posted it, and there seemed to be some interest in modifying or expanding it. I thought up some ideas for it, but now that thread has been deleted, too.
I don't want to spend hours on it if I can't post it anywhere. Would it be allowed here? Is there any interest?
Pretty sure it was the mods because I couldn't find the thread in the archive one day afterwards. That was on /d/, though, not sure about how it would be received on /aco/.
Anyway, the original version is here: http://grognard.booru.org/index.php?page=post&s=list&tags=user:swauthor
Six is a better number.
Anyone else got any JediXClone stuff? No rape or order 66 though.
Time to post more lewd stuff.
Oh man. I have a few, but I think some might be too lewd even for here. Most of these I wouldn't mind drawing to as well. Just spittin' ideas out.
>Ganodi and Byph (they can be younglings or older, looking for romance/cute stuff)
>Captain Rex and Sabine
>Sabine futa and Hera
>Ahsoka Tano and Hera alone on the Ghost
>Seventh Sister and Ezra (complete with ass slamming dominatrix power)
>Rey glory hole bukkake
>Captain Phasma being cute with First Order troopers who have a crush on her
>Hera and Sabine general
>seventh sister thinks she's got the perfect opportunity to corner and molest erza
>erza actually was setting up an ambush with sabine's help
>they turn things around and molest seventh sister instead
>captain phasma defects to the resistance and decides to secretly work a gloryhole for resistance members on their base for her own enjoyment. Rey, Finn and poe all make use of her services. any "beyond the hole" antics are up to the writer
Still waiting for Ben Skywalker/Vestara Khai and/or Kyle Katarn/Tavion Axmis.
>Work sledgehammered me and I'm having trouble finding inspiration in my latest story. I have to stop trying to cater to fetishes I barely understand if I'm going to get anywhere.
what're you working on?
Femdom involving Phasma and a random male trooper
(Insert alien race here) being saved from slavery, falling in love with savior
not enough vanilla in this place
I like this one
'A string of porn overdoes,' the informer said, but I knew better. They'd been murdered. Trouble was this town was too dirty for anyone to give a damn about a few smutty writers kicking the bucket. I left the diner we'd met in and lit a cigarette on that rainy street corner. As the torrent poured from the brim of my hat and threatened to slip under my coat, I looked around at the gloomy place I survived in, this urban jungle. I was going to find out the truth, no matter what it took.
I only hoped I wouldn't be dead by the end of it.
"Now that was a foolish thing to do. All that floor you could have fallen onto, and you landed on me. Why don't I help you to stand?" She loops his belt around part of the frame of the upper bed and cinches it around his hands while the captain struggles for breath from the shock. He sags and is stuck hanging from his arms unable to either sit or stand up under his own power. "That's better. Now if I'm going to complete my inspection, I'm going to need to check you as well. Since you're having some trouble, I'll take care of the undressing part for you."
Getting to the smutty part of the latest story. Probably have it done some time late tomorrow for reading.
Pretty sure the artist's name is tourbillon
>Questanon sighed as he got back to work on his writing. It used to be that he genuinely enjoyed it but nowadays it just felt like a chore. At least he managed to finish the latest chapter of "Han Solo: Jedi Knight" before he got too burned out. Sighing again, Quest closed his computer and rubbed his eyes. He needed to work his stress off somehow.
>Just then, there was a knock at the door. Quest eyed his alarm clock. 1:32 AM. Who on Earth could be bothering him at this hour?
>Quest opened the door and froze at the sight in front of him. It was a Twi'Lek. It was a green Twi'Lek. It was a HOT green female Twi'Lek wearing Slave Leia's Metal Bikini and giving him a look of smoldering lust.
>"Hi," She purred as a grin stretched across her face. "My name is TailHeads and I'm here to fuck you."
I don't know if I should be intrigued, or disgusted.
I'll go with both.
I know, they overwhelmed me with how adorable they are.
Seeing as there are no writeanons, maybe I'll take it on myself to write something. No promises, though.
>In situations like this, the first thing most people say is "What?"
>Questanon was no exception.
>The green Twi'Lek's grin only grew wider, "I'm here to fuck you."
>Maybe it was the lack of sleep, or the fact he was a bit burned out because the next thing Quest said was "Are those real?" While staring at TailHeads's Lekku.
>The Twi'Lek blinked and her smile faded, "Sorry, what?"
>Quest pointed at the tendrils that sprouted from TailHeads's head. "Your Lekku, are they real? Cause it doesn't look like you're wearing a head piece or makeup and-"
>"Yes, they're real!" TailHeads scowled as her Lekku twitched in annoyance. "You're not supposed to ask a lady that."
>"Well excuuuse me for being a little surprised at meeting a real Twi'lek." Quest shot back, crossing his arms. "It's not like this is something that happens on a normal basis for me!"
>TailHeads facepalmed, "Look, I'm just going to fuck you now."
>"Uh, wait, about tha-" Whatever Quest might have said was cutoff by Tails smacking him across the face before grabbing him around the waist and tossing him over her shoulder.
>She carried her prey into the room, pausing to lock the door behind her, and tossed him onto his bed.
>Quest stared up at the green woman with more than a little bit of fear. The alien stared back hungrily, eyeing him like a piece of meat.
>"Kinda wish you weren't a human," She purred as she sat at the edge of Quest's bed. "It's be a lot more fun."
>Just then, Quest felt a tingling sensation all over his body. TailHeads's eyes widened as she watched the Human transform into a-
Anything about Ahsoka or Rey. Lesbian, het, or whatever, it's cool.
I may have somewhat of a bias, but I'm going to second this one just to see the end result.
>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
That's a really cute prompt... right up my alley. I'll see what I can do.
>It's a weird feeling, shapeshifting into an Alien, but Quest is surprisingly calm about it. Admittedly, this might be partially due to the sensory overload provided by the brand new sensory organs on his head. He's so out of it that he doesn't acknowledge the headtails, his new red skin or the white patterns that crisscross his arms and legs.
>TailHeads eyes the lean Togruta that has replaced the human that was lying on the bed with an appreciative smile. "Much better. Now then..." She crawls across the bed to straddle Quest's hips and leans over his torso to look into his brand-new golden eyes. He's still quite out of it as evidenced by the glazed look on his angular face. A curling pattern of white skin stretches from his jaw, around his eyes and ends at the base of his Lekku.
>TailHeads decides not to the opportunity go to waste and proceeds to kiss the stunned Togruta. Her soft lips find his rougher ones and parts them enough for her tongue to slip inside. It darts around the inside of Quest's mouth, lightly playing around the edges of his new sharp teeth before curling around his tongue. TailHeads moans and her mouth opens further, covering Quest's lips entirely.
>Quest managed to make sense of the signals his montrals were sending to his brain just in time to discover that he was being French kissed by the scary Twi'Lek that had broken into his apartment. His attempts to escape were immediately halted by TailHeads grabbing his arms with her much stronger ones and pinning them above his head.
>The Twi'Lek broke the kiss to give him an evil smile, "Didn't I say I was going to fuck you?"
>Quest whimpered. TailHeads laughed before invading his mouth with her tongue again.
>Quest, being the rational man that he was, decided that he might as well just go with the flow and reciprocated a bit with his own tongue. Something that TailHeads appreciated judging by her moans. When his moans joined hers, he realized that he was enjoying this too.
Finally got my latest story up. It was intended as something a bit different than it turned out. Definitely was hard for me to write towards the end there, but that's how it goes sometimes. It's a good reminder that the Empire employs some very unpleasant people at all levels.
>Slowly, TailHeads broke the kiss and lifted her head away, leaving a panting Questanon beneath her and a glistening string of saliva between them. Grinning wickedly she let go of Quest's limp arms and straddled his hips instead. "Oh ho? What's THIS?" She laughed as she pressed her delectable derriere against the object that had poked her through Questanon's shorts.
>Quest groaned as the woman ground against his member, sending slow pulses of pleasure through him. He'd gotten a lot more into that kiss than he expected, enough that his little soldier had sprung to attention.
>Reaching beneath her, TailHeads grabbed Quest's dick and gave it a squeeze, "I'd say it's time to kick things up a notch, hmm?"
>Her hands slipped over the waistband of Quest's shorts and boxers and slid down, revealing his perfectly average member. TailHeads moved to the edge of the bed, bringing her face to level with the meat she had hungered for. And stopped.
>"Where are your balls?" The Twi'Lek asked incredulously.
>"Wait, what?" Quest sat up to look at his junk.
>"Your balls." TailHeads pressed her hand against the base of Quest's penis. "Where are they?"
>Taking a good look at his new red and white penis, Quest realized that TailHeads had indeed made an important observation. His balls were missing. Although, judging by the precum building up at the tip of his dick, this had not affected his ability to perform.
>"Maybe they're internal?" He guessed, shrugging at the Twi'Lek with her face so close to his member.
>"Whatever." TailHeads replied before grabbing it and licking the tip.
>Quest fell back on the bed as the woman continued her ministrations on his dick. She stroked it gently while applying a liberal amount of saliva to its length with her tongue. When she took the head into her mouth, he let out a gasp. When she took in the whole length, he moaned. When she bobbed her head up and down, encasing his cock in velvety softness, he couldn't keep himself from crying out.
>Heat and pleasure built up inside him and Quest knew he was about to cum. That was when the velvet prison disappeared and a vicelike grip clamped around the base of his penis.
>TailHeads's leering face appeared in front of his, her eyes alight with malicious glee, "Ah ah, can't have you doing that yet, can we?"
>Quest opened his mouth to protest but a tightening in the grip on his cock had him shutting up and nodding.
>"I'm glad we understand each other." She smiled.
>Slowly, she released Quest's cock, and moved away. There was a clinking of metal and then TailHeads was straddling Quest's hips once more, this time bereft of the metal Bikini bottom. Her green oussy glistened with arousal as she positioned herself above Quest's erect member.
>"Time for the main course," she purred as she slowly speared herself upon the Togruta's penis.
>The two of them moaned together as Questanon's turgid member pushed up into TailHead's moist cavern, stretching it out inch by inch. Soon enough, their hips met and the two gasped as pleasure pervaded their bodies.
>Then, the Twi'Lek started moving. Up and down the shaft she went, Lekku flailing, heavy breasts bouncing in the metal brassiere and sweat flying. Her skin flushed a deep viridian and her eyes rolled with pleasure.
>On Questanon's side, he could only shudder and writhe as TailHead's rode him. His Lekku and montrals twitched in time with the woman's bouncing, and his t-shirt was soaked through with sweat. He could feel that heat and pleasure building up once more except greater in intensity.
>He looked up at the Twi'Lek. She looked down at him. They came together with wordless cries, Quest's seed surging into TailHead's womb, before she collapsed against him, both heaving shuddering breaths.
>TailHeads looked up at his face through half-lidded eyes, "Not... Bad..." Her head nestled against the crook of his neck.
>Quest let his head fall back, exhausted. Soon enough, he was asleep.
I'm supremely happy that someone took my suggestion. i just have one thing to make as a minor request; I really would want it to have [spoiler]kissing, cuddling. lekku rubbing and even maybe some [spoiler]handholding[/spoiler]if you're OK with something so lewd[/spoiler]