#Wookie Anatomy

[halliescomut]

Who wants a disturbing (potentially) Star Wars thought way too early in the morning?

As part of a joke, in a TikTok video I saw the question posed "Do you think Chewbaccas have pecs/breasts or two rows of teats like a pig would have?" Now clearly this person didn't know the name of Chewbacca's species, but it seems like a fairly valid question, and I thought far too long over how a Wookie might lactate.

My process:

From what I understand about biology of mammals in general, they're engineered to have enough nipples to feed the general max number of 'young'. Humans have two and generally will have 1-2 babies per pregnancy without medical intervention. Naturally occurring triplets or quadruplets are incredibly rare. Other animals that tend to have only 1, but maybe 2 offspring at a time like cows and horses have four. Bears have six and most commonly have 1-2 offspring per pregnancy, but 3-4 is regularly observed. Other mammals with larger offspring sets like canines and felines, both domestic and wild have 8-10 and will often have more than two but less than ten offspring in a pregnancy.

Wookie's are fairly humanoid (as many of the Star Wars aliens are) and it seems that like a standard human they generally have one offspring per pregnancy, maybe occasionally twins, and even more rarely triplets and so on. So the likely answer is they have pecs or breasts.

However, I think a far more interesting option is the platypus style.

Wookie are quite furry and much like how Chewbacca carried C3PO on his back in Episode V, I imagine Wookie mothers carrying their nursing-age children in many styles of baby slings and them sucking milk from the tufts of hair within reach.

Thoughts??

[catiuskaa]

charcoal, paint, post-its and tape.

SUMMARY: seeing your boyfriend’s messy art studio, you couldn’t help but want to try and surprise him with a painting of the most gorgeous piece of art you knew: him.

REQUESTED! here by my pookie wookie @4ln-stay8, and honey, this was a beautiful idea! i love writing about art and hyunjin and hyunjin and art (and hyunjin) lol, hope you like! <3

CW: hurt/comfort, mentions of anxiety, reader is really hard on herself as a perfectionist (which sadly i can relate), crying and cursing, lots of fluffy comfort in the end!

WC: 1.6k

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You hate it.

Your hand feels cramped, your head hurts and you’re close to breaking the paper if you keep on erasing the same lines over and over again.

But it’s hideous.

It’s a sad excuse of an attempt in art and you hate it.

You were tempted to kick the sketchbook away, but knowing that it belonged to your boyfriend, to hyunjin, who could actually do art, made you refrain from doing so, opting to just harshly shove it away from your lap.

It wasn’t fair. You’d seen tutorials. You had practiced beforehand. You went as far as to use his anatomy books to study it, wanting to be able to do justice to his ethereal, beautiful self by at least getting proportions right.

But no. Art wasn’t accepting your preposterous attempt to join into it.

Hyunjin entered your shared apartment as he hummed a random melody, happy to come back a bit earlier than usual, his head drifting off to how he could surprise you and what kind of activity the both of you could do with the newly-founded time.

But he froze after he kicked his shoes off at the entrance.

“Angel?” He called, and you cursed, but barely had any time to put anything back into place as he followed the sound of your gentle sobs.

“Hyun…” you started.

“My love.” He crouched down next to you, looking at you as if you held the stars and the moon just for him. “Want to tell me what’s wrong? Mhh?” He hummed shortly, his hands traveling to your face and stroking it sweetly.

You stared at him, your heart troubled, so the only coherent response you could come up was throwing yourself to his arms.

The long-haired artist hugged you tightly in response, a part of him appreciating having the type of trust that allowed you to break before him and let him watch you reasemble with a little helping hand.

You sniffed, then shook your head sideways.

“Are we doing the nod and shake?” He smiled in efforts of making you join him, which you did shortly, and he allowed himself to take that as a win. “We can do that, pretty. Nod if you want to.” He snickered.

But you shook your head, staring down at the forgotten sketchbook.

“I-it’s just th-a-at I… I w-wanted… wanted to surprise you… b-because I-I wa-s trying to paint…”

Hyunjin’s face shined upon your confesion.

“My pretty girl was painting?” He chimed back with a gleeful joy. “But you’re not having fun. What happened?”

You just shrugged, sinking your head in your hands. “It’s horrible.”

“Can I see it?”

Watching you nod, it was only then when Hyunjin separated himself from you just enough to grab the sketch, then sprung back to your side.

A silence only broken by your unsteady breathing clouded the house as he viewed the canvas.

“Do you want my opinion, my advice, or my shoulder to keep crying?” He offered soothingly, and you rolled your eyes at his last mention. “What? My shoulders are very comfortable. I don’t even charge if you leave tears on my shirt, you know.” Hyunjin teased with a smile that you were quick to match. Another win for him.

“I just… I don’t know…” you sighed, melting against him. “It’s… ugh.”

He stared at your piece in silence, which you didn’t, only zoned out, playing with your hands as the silence crept up your spine.

What if he hated it too?

“It’s just like how you do with your post-its.”

He interrupted your spiral of thoughts, and you blinked at him, so Hyunjin repeated himself with a gentle smile. You then sniffed, a small chuckle fighting to get out in the midst of frustated tears. “What are you on about?”

“You have your cute organizing board filled with post it notes, don’t you, lovely?”

You nodded, but scoffed, still submerged in the depth of the painting —or rather lack thereof. “What’s that got to do with anyth-“

You trailed off when his hands, still a bit colder from the weather outside, cradled your face, forcing you to look at him, a beautiful sight you didn’t notice you were evading.

“Listen to me for a second. Please?” He pleaded, eyes soft, and giggled sweetly when you pouted, a petty way of letting him know you were listening. You blushed when he kissed you.

“So. Your post it notes.” Hyunjin smiled. “You stick them on the board, but often, they slip down, right?” He asked, to which you nodded. “And when that happens, I noticed your little trick, brains.” He booped your nose, and you couldn’t help but smile coyly. “Tell me, beauty. What do you do when they don’t stick?”

“I… I put a small piece of tape on the back.” “And it works like magic,” he grinned, beaming in a kind of proudness you had never seen on anyone, not when it came from others aside from themselves. And it mended your frustrated heart to see him like this, his now warmer hands stroking your cheeks.

He took one of your hands, and with a strained groan, reached to his pencil cade, grabbed a piece of charcoal and stained your hand with it, kissing your palm sweetly

“These are now the hands of an artist. And artists, just like you and me, can be quite like those little post it notes of yours. We bend right after taking us out of the package.” He chuckled, and you followed along, letting the sound of his voice lift your spirit. “It won’t matter how, there can always be a crease, or the glue won’t stick right, or the color is too blinding, maybe too dull, perhaps the paper got stained with paint or ink.” He stared at you, deeply so, allowing you to see through him, allowing you to understand.

This wasn’t about post it notes. Not anymore.

He continued. “But, just as your post its, sometimes…” he smiled. “Sometimes all we need is a bit of tape to stick in place.”

He kissed your tears away one by one, allowing your breathing to even out, matching and following his as you relaxed against him.

“Let me help you stick back on the board.” He looked at your lips in a flash, then bashfully went back to your eyes. “Let me be your tape.”

He hugged you tightly, and he showed you the sketch.

“To me it looks fine, beauty.” He started. “It’s a really nice attempt. Would I redo some things? Probably, if I wanted to be really perfectionist, because it doesn’t look bad at all. Or maybe I’d let the color do its magic.” He shrugged nonchalantly. “The thing about drawing is that we cannot let it control us, hoping to achieve perfection. That can’t be achieved, my love.” Hyunjin laughed. “Even what we see sometimes doesn’t look right in real life. There are references and references, and if a drawing’s sketch isn’t quite what we’re looking, sometimes we may need another one.”

You stared at him softly, comforted in his honest commentary.

“I can help you. You know were to find me.” He smiled sweetly.

“I…” you sniffed, staring at your charcoal-stained hand.

“I just want a coffee right now.”

You both giggled as you stood back up, and he engulfed you in a bear hug, picking you up and carrying you to the kitchen, determined to make you the best coffe in the whole year.

It wasn’t until the next morning that you found him puting your first sketch next to his. Only this time, instead of his usual messy tape lines, yours han bits of tape glued to the back.

Little by little, charcoal and paint helped post-its and tape, but even with the smallest things, it could certainly be the other way around.

And Hyunjin loved it any kind of way— Hyunjin loved you, post-its, charcoal stains and all.

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catiuskaa, may 2024 ©

~kats, who will now go to bed with my own cup of hot milk (not coffee lol, and sadly not made by hyunjin either)

[murdrdocs]

ethan's world !

☼ fluff ☽ smut (16+) ☁︎ suggestive ⛈ dark content (17+) full masterlist

note: fem! and gn! labels are given based on the use of pronouns and anatomy; fem! fics use 'she/her' or labels such as 'girl' as well as explicit afab anatomy, GN! has no use of gendered pronouns or labels and anatomy is ambigious

ethan gives you a call as ghostface ⛈ ☁︎ fem!

ethan has a dark look in his eyes, but you like it that way ☁︎ GN!

ethan landry is your proclaimed enemy, but he's pretty hot GN!

nothing quite like having a boyfriend who'll murder for you ☁︎ GN!

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ethan needs you to see just how good you look when you're being fucked ☽ fem!

you teach ethan how to kiss ☼ fem!

"no, no, no, you sweet, dumb thing" ☽ fem!

ethan loves being your boyfriend, of course he has to brag GN!

ethan's clingy, you love it ☼ GN!

you and ethan get in an argument, sex is the best apology ☽ GN!

ethan's your pookie wookie ☼ GN! blk coded

as ghostface, ethan has a massive confidence boost ⛈ ☽ GN!

someone hurts you, so ethan hurts them ⛈ GN!

your bestfriend, ethan, confesses his feelings ☼ GN!

being a meeks-martin and dating ethan ☼ GN!

ethan's a pussy whipped perv ☁︎ fem!

mean!ethan likes edging you ☽ fem!

ethan's a munch ☽ fem!

you take ethan's virginity, satisfied to hear his whimpers ☽ GN!

ethan cries during sex, you love it ☽ GN!

mean!ethan has a corruption kink ⛈ ☽ fem!

ethan hates you so much that he loves you ⛈ GN!

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ethan eats you out while you game for him ☽ fem!

you teach ethan how to finger you ☽ fem!

ethan cums in your underwear before class ☽ fem!

your student, ethan, is a bit of a creep ☽⛈ fem!

you're tired, mindy accuses you of being gf, ethan denies ☼ GN!

you're kinkier than ethan expects, he is too dense to notice ☁︎

about ethan's porn twitter account ☁︎

about rafe cameron and ethan tag teaming you ☁︎ GN!

"my lipstick's smudged" with ethan ☼ GN!

ethan helps you, and watches bluey, during your period GN!

you tell ethan about your CNC kink ☁︎ ⛈ GN!

ethan's obsessed with your tits ☁︎ GN!

NSFW! alphabet w/ ethan ☁︎⛈ fem!

you have to take care of a "baby" with ethan GN!

you catch ethan jerking off with your panties ☽ GN!

ethan helps you fall asleep w/ oral ☽ fem!

before ethan can be gf with you, he has to lose his virginity ☽ fem!

protective softdom!ethan and bimbo!reader ☼ fem!

bimbo!reader finds ethan's gf mask ☁︎ ethan tutoring bimbo!reader

ethan's taller than you and likes to remind you constantly ☼ GN!

ethan can't keep his hands off of you in public ☽ fem!

ethan thinks you're so pretty when you're overstimulated ☽ fem!

professor landry has a thing for one of his students ☁︎ GN!

ethan is superrrr clingy GN!

more about clingy ethan ☼ even more abt clingy ethan ☼

st post demogorgan scene but with ethan fem! ☼

going against rules, you and camp counselor!ethan fuck ☽

headcannons for camp counselor!ethan ☁︎

ethan is so boyfriend you take to prom GN! ☼

studying with ethan ... but not much studying GN!

ethan helps you with panic attacks GN! ☼

ethan in different romcoms GN! ☼

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ethan makes you clean his knife GN! ⛈

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ethan relates to 'she' by tyler, the creator fem! ⛈

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ethan mocks your moans when you're overstimulated fem! ☽

teasing ethan for the hell of it GN! ☁︎

mean!ethan gives head for his own pleasure fem! ☽

being the youngest meeks-martin and fooling around with ethan GN! ☼

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'kill bill' from your pov towards ethan GN! ☁︎ ⛈

ethan is too shy to ask for sex GN! ☁︎

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[wilsonteav]

Gay shit of Taubman and Taub my pookie wookie little potato. (I'm so bad at drawing Foreman, poses and anatomy so i used reference from some art on Pinterest)

Here is the link to reference photo of art i used to made second drawing: https://pin.it/27YGLqZxV

[narizonespitudosbuscar]

MY SATAN, ONE OF MY MOST RECENT ARTS AND DEFINITELY MY FAVORITE ABOVE ALL, Picasso has been very silent since I published this piece of angelic heaven In this drawing I completely left my comfort zone (not true.) so you could say that I am becoming quite a professional. /hj

I used a few references that I will try to use more often to improve my anatomy, most of these I get from Pinterest and if any hottie wants to go through mine they will be able to see that I have a separate board for this type of images n' publish my art too! go find me out @kaypitudote, but you can also find me as the love of your life, pookie wookie muffin cold mcdonald's fries. (JS KIDDIN' BRAH JUST GO ON I'M DESPERATE)

[mythical-illustrator]

Went into like... probably not going to be that into it but still like it...half way through I remembered I'm a monster fucker and so....

Here we are.

Me wondering about the anatomy of a wookie and what a former bounty hunter gladiator fucks like.

Kinktober Day 4 - Teratophilia

Summary: He saves you. You offer him your thanks. 

Pairing: Krrsantan x reader

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Reader is a stripper essentially, attempted assault, brief blood and gore, minor character death, interspecies sex, size difference, biting, licking, fingering, size kink, scratching, squirting. 

A/N: If you're here, you know. 😏 As usual, heed the warnings. If it's not for you, moving on to something else is literally the easiest thing in the world.

MASTERLIST

Walking home late is always a risk. Even with the new Daimyo’s attempts to clean up the streets of Mos Espa, walking alone at night is dangerous. Especially for someone like you. You’re good at keeping alert, good at watching your back. 

Sometimes it’s not enough. 

You notice the figure following you from the moment you leave the cantina. You should have gone back in, should have waited for someone else to walk with you, or waited until daylight. You were tired, though, and ready to get home. You decided to risk it, weaving through the streets in an attempt to lose the man following you. He’s probably just a drunk patron, hoping to get lucky now that you weren’t under the constraints of the cantina’s rules. 

Well, you weren’t wrong. 

You know you’ve messed up when you turn the corner into the alley and an arm shoots out, pinning you against the side of the building. Your breath is knocked from your lungs at the force of the hit, effectively stunning you. 

There’s two of them. They reek of cheap alcohol as they crowd you in. 

“Don’t tell me you were trying to escape us, pretty thing.” One says, gently stroking your cheek as you struggle to regain your breath. 

“We just wanted to chat.” The other says, leaning his arm next to your head. “We liked your show so much, we wanted an encore. A...private show if you will.” 

You attempt to swallow the fear welling up in your throat. “I don’t do private shows.” You curse how badly your voice shakes. “You’ll be luckier in a brothel.” 

“No,” The first one says, pushing you back against the wall as you attempt to slip out between them. “You misunderstand us.” He drags his hand down the front of your body. “We’re not asking.” 

You manage a strangled sounding scream before your cheek erupts in burning pain, your head snapping to the side from the force of the hit. A hand wraps around your throat, pinning you against the wall. You kick your legs out, trying to hit them, to fight back but they’re too strong. Tears leak out from your eyes, mixing with the rivulet of blood trailing down your chin from your split lip. 

You’ve accepted your inevitable fate when suddenly one pair of hands disappears from you. The second man shouts as his feet leave the ground, his body hefted high in the air. A deep growl reaches your ears, the dim light from the street catching on a piece of armor. The pressure leaves your throat as the first man releases you, your body crumpling to the ground. 

You squeeze your eyes closed as a pained yelp sounds through the alley before the unmistakable crunch of bone. Something warm and wet splatters you. You keep your eyes closed as a blood-chilling roar echoes through the alley seconds before another sickening crunch and the sound of something hitting the ground. 

You’re shaking as the alley falls silent, waiting for the new attacker to turn their attention on you. You should have run, but you’ve lost control over your body. Shuffling footsteps approach you before they stop. You wait for the blow but it doesn’t come, the figure standing still over you. 

You finally crack your eyes open, and you’re staring at a pair of furry legs. You drag your eyes up the hulking form to see a Wookiee staring down at you. Krrsantan, you think, the one that works for the Daimyo. He's a regular in your workplace. You've spotted him in the crowd many times during your performances. 

He slowly holds out a hand to you, letting out a quiet huff. He’d just killed two men easily, yet you don’t feel threatened, or in danger. He had done it to save you. You lift your trembling hand, placing it in his. His hand makes yours seem comically small as he wraps his fingers around it, gently helping you onto shaking legs. Your stomach churns with anxiety, the reality of your situation and what had almost just happened hitting you. 

“Thank you. Y-You saved my life.” You say, looking up at him. 

He reaches up, the pad of a massive finger swiping so gently against your split lip. He lets out a low growl, his warm breath fanning your face. It’s such a gentle touch compared to the brutality he had just dealt. 

It was your fault for not being smart, for not taking the safest route and waiting at the cantina. You shudder to think of what could have happened had he not shown up. 

“Would you...walk me the rest of the way home?” You tighten your grip on your bag. “If you’re not busy.” 

He blinks down at you before nodding once. 

“Thank you.” You say. “This way.” 

You lead him the rest of the way down the alley, ignoring the bodies left behind. Your legs feel numb, steps slightly shuffling as you try to breathe through the anxiety coursing through your veins. Krrsantan moves surprisingly silently for his size, though you suppose a well-trained fighter would. 

It’s a short walk back to your small home, you and Krrsantan walking silently the entire way. Your mind is racing far too much to think of any small talk, and of course, you don’t understand Wookiee Speak. 

“This is me.” You say, pausing outside the door. You turn to him, looking up at him. 

He makes a soft noise down at you, a reluctant look in his eyes. You wish you understood Wookiee speak. You’ve never had a reason to learn before. You’re hesitant to let him go. After everything he's done for you tonight, you want to repay him in some way. 

“Would you...like to come in?” You ask. 

He lets out a louder sound, nodding once. You unlock the door, and he has to bend down to step in. You’re glad for the high ceilings, though the small space only seems smaller with him in it. You set your bag in its usual spot, turning on the lights.

“Make yourself at home.” You say. “I’m going to change.” 

You slip into your room, hastily wiping the blood and sweat from your skin, pushing back the memories threatening to come back up. Your cheek is tender and will likely be sporting a bruise by morning. You steady your nerves as you finish changing into more comfortable clothing, reminding yourself the Wookiee in your home has seen you in far less before. 

You head back out to the living room, finding Krrsantan looking comically large on your small couch. You can’t help but smile at him. 

“Would you like something to drink?” You ask. 

He shakes his head once in answer. 

You head to the kitchen to get yourself a stiff drink, needing something to steady your nerves after the eventful evening. Your hands shake a little as you pour the drink into the glass. You let out a shaky exhale as you hear the creak of the couch, and the quiet footsteps approaching your position. 

You turn around, downing the liquid in the glass before tilting your head to stare up at Krrsantan. Despite the danger you knew he could pose, the twisting of your stomach isn’t out of fear. His hand slowly lifts, brushing your bruised cheek. The touch is so gentle, so tender. He could smash your head in so easily, and yet, his touch is hardly more than a ghosting against your skin. 

His hand slides down your cheek to rest on the back of your neck. His palm is warm and rough, the tips of his claws pressing into your delicate skin. His knuckle-dusters are gone, sitting on your small table in the living room. You relax back into his touch, reaching out with your free hand to tangle your fingers in the fur of his arm. 

“I see you in the crowd sometimes.” You say, carding your fingers through the rough fur. “Watching me. You like watching me dance?” 

Something deep rumbles through his chest, his lips parting to bare his teeth at you. 

Your lips lift in a small smile. “You did me a big favor tonight, saving me from those men.” You trail your hand up his thick arm to his shoulder plate, letting your fingers slide against the metal that crosses his chest. “Will you let me repay you?” 

He lets out a roar, hands dropping to your hips. He lifts you onto the counter, your drink long forgotten as he presses forward between your knees. His hands grip the hem of your top, tugging it over your head. Your face warms despite the fact he’s seen you practically naked before. That was different, though. This feels far more intimate than you dancing on a stage for anyone to see. 

His hands trail your sides, fur tickling your skin as he cups your breasts. You whine under his touch, back arching to press your breasts further into his big hands. He lets out a low noise, leaning his face down into your neck. You tilt your head for him, his fangs scraping against the delicate skin. 

You yelp as his teeth sink into your shoulder, not hard enough to break the skin, but enough you’ll have to cover a mark tomorrow. A rush of wetness floods your panties as he pulls away, licking at the indented skin. 

He lifts you easily with one arm to slide your pants down your legs. You kick them off to the floor, adding to the pile. He parts your thighs as wide as they can, his big hand slipping between them. You let out a breathy moan as the rough pads of his fingers drag through your wet folds. You clench in anticipation at the idea of taking one of his big, thick fingers. 

“Please, Krrsantan.” You whine, pressing your hips against his hand. 

He lets out a low grumble before a claw-tipped finger is prodding at your entrance. Your back arches as he presses a finger into you, stretching your pussy with just one thick digit. You cling to his fur, grinding your hips against his hand as he fucks you with his finger. 

“Kriff!” You curse, eyes rolling back at the pleasure. “Feels so good.” 

His chest rumbles with a growl as he curls his finger inside you, your eyes rolling back as you’re suddenly thrust into an orgasm. Your legs clamp around his hand, body trembling as you gush around his finger. 

You stare up into his eyes as you come down from your high, still clinging to his fur. “The couch.” You gasp out, brain trying to figure out how to function again. 

He seems to understand what you’re trying to say as he scoops you up, carrying you to the couch. He sets you down on shaky legs and you try to steady yourself as he removes his cuirass and belt. They drop to the floor with heavy thuds before he sinks down into the cushions once more. You kneel between his thighs, watching as he moves the protective flap of skin to the side, freeing his large cock. 

It’s long and thick, roughly the length of your forearm and a deep red, almost purple color. It tapers at the bottom, so thick you’re not sure you could fit one hand around it completely. 

“I’ve never had a Wookiee before.” You say, staring at his cock in awe. 

He lets out a sound almost like a laugh as he reaches down for you, lifting you easily onto his lap. His cock prods at your ass as you kneel over him, legs stretched wide around him. You’re still wet and slick after your orgasm, pussy clenching at the prospect of taking such a huge cock. 

You brace yourself on his thick shoulders as the head of his cock brushes your pussy. You wonder how many humans he’s had before, since he seems to be well versed in what he’s doing. You lower your hips as he presses the head of his cock against your entrance, breath catching as the head stretches your pussy. Even after being stretched by his finger, his cock is almost painful as you slip the head inside. 

His hands engulf your hips, but he lets you take control, sinking onto his cock slowly. The painful burn slowly begins to ebb as you sink lower and lower onto his cock. Your legs are shaking by the time you’ve taken as much as you can, the tapering at the bottom of his cock threatening to split you open. 

“Kriff,” You breathe, staring down at the bulge in your stomach. You press your hand against it, your head falling back as it pushes his cock harder against that spot inside you. 

You begin to rock your hips, sliding his cock in and out of you. It bumps against your cervix every time you sink down onto it. It’s slightly painful, but not entirely unpleasant. You use his arms as leverage to bounce on his cock, his claws digging into the skin of your back but you don’t care. He grunts and growls as you fuck yourself on his cock, teeth bared as he watches you intently. 

“Kriff, Krrsantan!” You cry, body practically convulsing as you’re suddenly thrown into an intense orgasm, your juices soaking his fur. 

Krrsantan lets out a loud roar as you squeeze his cock, his hands tightening around your hips almost painfully as he thrusts up into you, hot spurts of cum flooding your walls. It’s almost too much, stretching you more as he keeps cumming, filling you full.

You lift yourself off his cock, unable to take anymore. You fall against his chest, burying your face in his fur as his cum gushes from your pussy. You breathe out a curse, chest heaving against his. You’re still shaking from your orgasm, one of the most intense you’ve ever had. 

Krrsantan wraps his arms around you, letting out a low rumbling noise that vibrates through your entire body. You attempt to catch your breath, wrapping your arms around his neck. 

“I think...you’ve ruined me...for literally anyone else.” You laugh. 

He lets out a roar, nuzzling his face in your hair. 

“We should do that again sometime.” You tease, earning a playful nip at your jaw.

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[same anon from before] Well, of you ever DO feel up to it, the dire lack of content for "Bigfoot x FBI agent literally hunting Bigfoot" is starting to become physically painful, and you are my absolute favorite Taz writer I think you could do something great! But only if you want to, don't do anything that doesn't strike your muse

[AN: I can certainly try]

Every day, Barclay had a good reason to curse the name of Ned Fuckin’ Chicane. That good reason was Agent “up your ass” Stern. Hanging out at the lodge, investigating things. Asking questions. Being underfoot.

“What does everyone do around here?”

(Try to pretend to have everyday lives.)

“What’s with the menu? Is it normal to have this much variety?”

(So many Sylphs had special diets, it was easier just to have those options available.)

“Man, I love those springs. I feel so energised whenever I’ve used them. What’s the secret?”

(Barclay made up some bullshit about trace minerals.)

So, in desperation, Barclay was taking Agent Stern around Kepler for a sightseeing spree. The active waterparks, the inactive ones where some of the kids went to skate. The local all-in-one takeout place. The general store. The stores that weren’t so general and were -generally- a place for the local hobbyists to keep their completed works.

And, of course, the Cryptonomica.

Barclay knew damn well that the “unedited footage” in the Cryptonomica - available for a fee - was heavily edited to remove any footage that could be plausibly used forensically. Kirby had added digital ‘snow’ to the cuts so that they looked like something hit the camera and caused a flaw.

Stern watched it four times.

Barclay couldn’t stand to watch it once. He hated being photographed even with his Seeming on. Being caught as Bigfoot, even with Ned’s shaky photography, was worse than excruciatingly embarrassing. Worse, there was only so much time he could spend staring at all of Chicane’s fake bullshit exhibits.

Stern finally emerged. “Amazing. Amazing. That has to be the best footage I’ve ever seen.”

Barclay kept his voice low. “You know it’s all fake, right?”

Stern frowned. “I know most Bigfoot films are faked,” he allowed. “This is the most realistic footage I’ve ever seen.”

“Yeah, costumes are amazing, these days. Ned’s quite the artist. Look at this,” he pointed to the mummified remnants of some mythical creature in a case. There were no other rubes around, but he still kept his voice to a whisper. “Looks real, right?”

“It is impressive...”

“Chicken bones, A little plaster. A lot of toilet paper, and some latex. Paint and low light does the rest. I can show you how to make ‘em.” It was a good thing he knew, too. He could make a very convincing copy.

“Really?”

“Yeah. I can even show you how he turned a cheap-ass Star Wars costume into that realistic-looking Sasquatch you were just drooling over.”

That was a beginning of something interesting. Something... Barclay might have regretted if he’d had the foresight to see it.

Barclay had a little workshop in an out-of-the-way space off the beaten path of Kepler proper. In it, he had all sorts of things that the old team had used to use for disguises and suchlike. He had absorbed most of the skills by osmosis and, in a pinch, could claim that it had been a few years since he’d applied those skills.

He never anticipated Stern having fun with it.

There were two projects, to begin with. The Sasquatch from Wookie, and the Mummified Thing. They were weeks at it. Adding convincing fur to the wookie costume, retooling the feet and adding extra internal structure to add height.

The Mummified Thing involved gathering or making interesting bones, and destroying any joints that might give the game away. Building up the layers of fake anatomy had them pressing their heads together over the fine details and finding things to laugh about.

He never expected to bond with the man. He certainly hadn’t expected to fall, ever so slowly, in love.

Every day, Barclay had good reason to bless the name of Ned Fuckin’ Chicane...

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This week’s snippet comes from my break up fic. The summary is Mara, knowing Luke is about to leave and start the academy thinks it best they break up. Of course, it’s ah, not as easy as she thinks. It’s a rather rom commy fic, that also shows what the ordinary lives of my faves in Coruscant post TTT would be like. The city is the third protagonist and a lot of the action crosses all parts of it, from fancy concert dates to undercity market outings (and business). A lot of it is about Mara’s work for the NR, kinda (and her work for Karrde). It’s a huge change of pace from my action plot stuff and it has no Force woo.

Previous snippets here, here, here (and that one is my fave),  here, here, here.

Whoa, that’s a lot of snippets, but it’s a 50K’er after all about 3/4ths done. I’ll return to it at some point when I’m back into fluffier waters.

She’s at the Works again by the end of the week. This time her muscle consists of four Barabels, a standard detail for arms trading.

Jasir’s people bring out something. A pod about a meter and a half long -- as big as the crate she brought.

Mara restrains a sigh. “I expected a holo.”

“So you can see. It hunts us,” Jasir tells her. “Take it to boss. We are honor beings. Not make requests.” He stops as if searching for the word. “Requests unreasonable. We do not make them.”

“I know.” Mara gestures to the crate in front of the Barabels. “You have been loyal partners, which is why we’ve agreed.” The Barabels move the crate towards Jasir. Only he stays in his spot, the rest of his people skitter away.

The Barabels siss in amusement. Mara shoots them a glare, but continues, “And I keep my word, as I told you. The blasters are tagged, which means that we will be able to trace them. These are for your protection against this threat. Should we hear otherwise.” Her hired Barabels’ scales bristle. “We have ways of procuring them, even in the Undercity.”

Jasir stares at them with that blank expression Nikto were known for, not out of having a good sabacc face necessarily, but because their anatomy didn’t allow for expressiveness the way a human face would. “Understand.”

She walks over to the pod. It was too big Where would she take something like this? She looks up, an alarming thought popping into her head. “It’s dead, right?”

Jasir nodds.

Relieved, Mara opens the pod and immediately tamps on her revulsion. The beast is doglike in appearance, but with gray and hairless skin. Only the about a two by three feet portion is in the pod, having been cleaved at what Mara assumed was its middle. The cut is clean, a band of red of frozen blood, muscle with the white of bone visible underneath. Should have been about a meter long, she conjectures, taking in the two legs. Long ears and a mouthful of teeth. No eyes. Undercity beasts are seldom pretty.

She hadn’t anticipated on getting an actual sample. Storage for organisms, especially ones this big, entailed some preparation in advance and she has an afternoon meeting to make at the Senate Building.  Blast it, she should have specified she wanted a holo.

“ I can’t take the whole thing. It’s too big. I have nowhere to store it. Tell one of your people to get me a smaller pod. You can do that right?”

Jasir calls out something in a language Mara couldn’t understand. One of his underlings springs out departing the factory.

With a sound of exasperation Mara reaches into her satchel for her gloves and then her vibroblade. 

“We can slice it,” one of the Barabel’s offers.

“But will you resist the temptation to have a bite,” she mutters.

“It smellz,” the Barabel replies though she hadn’t expected a response, “Disgusting”

Mara makes a face. This is the first time she’d encountered an organism that a Barabel would be loathe to sink its teeth into. That meant something, she supposed. Thankfully, she was human and the frozen preservation of it meant it didn’t smell any worse that anything she’d encountered in the undercity.

“Have at it.” She nods at the Barabel, slipping on her gloves.

Afterwards Jasir’s underling arrives with a smaller version of the pod, about as big as an ice box. He says something to Jasir in their language.

“It’s only good for eight hours.” Jasir bows his head in a gesture Mara reads as apology. “We could not find anything to last longer.”

“That’s fine.” The Barabel hands her the beast’s leg to examine and Mara glances at it then tosses it into the smaller container and seals it. Her other Barabel hands her a biohazard bag to throw out her gloves. She needed to get going if she was going to drop off the speeder and take the maglev back to the Ministry. “We’ll be in touch,” she calls out grabbing the hand pod and heading to her speeder, the Barabels behind her.

Traffic is predictably awful once she gets into the spacelanes. It takes her a while to drop off her muscle and the speeder at the spaceport. She has no time and no idea yet where to drop off the hand pod,  so she ends up taking it with her back to the Senate Building, leaves it beside her desk while she runs to the meeting.

Itapli is typing away at her desk when she returns.

“Mara,” she says. “I don’t want to judge human tastes, but the smell of your lunch is making me dizzy.”

“It’s not my lunch,” she grumbles, grabbing the pod and cursing overzealous contacts, Mikkian olfactory senses, and shared offices. She’s trying to think of the nearest lockers and where she might take it after when Saye comes up to her.

“I finished with the production forecast of anemone at Mon Calamari. Do you want-- oh you brought lunch today --” She stops with a wince.

“Not my lunch,” Mara corrects sharply. Saye opens her mouth to keep going on what she’s completed when a thought occurs to Mara.

“You’re a student at Bin University.” Saye tilts her head, by now she knows when something is a lead to something else. “Know anyone at their Xenobiology Lab?”

She frowns. “Not really. I could ask around. Why?”

Mara gestures to Saye and goes into a meeting room for discretion and lowers her voice, hand pod still in hand. “I have a contact from the Undercity who thinks there might be a new infestation of something.”

“Shouldn’t Pest Control be involved then? They don’t ask any questions.”

Mara narrows her eyes. This is not a commonly known fact. “Pest Control is more preoccupied with killing pests than studying them.” If Pest Control nosed around Jasir and his people it would be tantamount to betrayal, the difference between Pest Control and Sector Police is not as apparent to them. “Just ask around and see who I can talk to.”

“We’re doing this on behalf of the Smuggler’s Alliance?” 

Mara shakes her head. “Don’t use your name or mine, give them another,” she plucks out one from her memory she hasn’t used in a long time and certainly not in a government capacity, “Try Lorn Senni.”

Saye’s flash of recognition almost makes Mara take a step back, but it’s too late for Mara to do anything, but look at the Zabrak, trying to seem aloof. It’s not that rare a name. Saye might have confused it with something else she’d heard.

“Got it,” is all Saye says. “I’ll ask.”

They exit the meeting room and the liaison for Mytaranor sector, Lumbakk crosses the room, approaching with his protocol droid, sniffing. He growls out a greeting and continues in a series of grunts stating his business.

“Greetings, Ms. Jade,” the protocol droid announces. “Master Lumbakk is wondering if you are now free to discuss the Wookie Trade Guild’s semi-annual report as was agreed upon.”

“Yes, of course” Mara says. She’d forgotten that she’d settled on that yesterday. “Of course. We can go into meeting room 4besh. It should be free.”

Lumbakk grunts out something vaguely affirmative sounding, but then looks at the pod in Mara’s hands and grunts out something far less positive sounding.

“Master Lumbakk asks respectfully if you’d consider leaving your lunch outside. The smell is quite...distracting.”

Mara’s smile goes thin. “Not my lunch, excuse me a second.” She goes to Saye and places the pod beside her desk. “Hold on to this for me,” she whispers.

Her intern’s face twists. “Wait, what--”

Mara rushes back to the meeting room.

[hermanwatts]

Conan the Barbarian 2011

I wrote this review of Conan the Barbarian (2011) on September 3, 2011 immediately after seeing the movie. I put it up at the old Conan forum which is now gone. I have been meaning to run this for some time and thought why not now? So, let us travel back to 2011:

I caught Conan the Barbarian today. I am on vacation and had planned on seeing it. I was thinking of blowing it off, but it got to 91 degrees today with a dew point of 72 degrees. That converts to it being steam and I wasn’t going to do an eight-mile bike ride the way I planned.

Take home impression: This is a SyFy Channel movie with a big budget. Very influenced by the Pirates of the Caribbean movies.

What I didn’t like:

The Lord of the Rings pastiche opening was truly amateur looking with the paper mache stars

Ron “the Jewish barbarian” Perlman’s disguised as a Wookie. Made me think of the Wookie defense on South Park. Maybe the film makers wanted some sort of connection to Thundarr the Barbarian’s sidekick Ookla the Mok.

The Cimmerians were barbarians, not cavemen. Some wool tartans and Celtic mustaches would have gone a long way.

These supposedly bad ass barbarians live in a village that can be attacked easily. Where are the guards? A Celtic hill fort again would have been more appropriate.

The shaky camera used in the young Conan vs. Pict sequence.

I didn’t like Leo Howard as young Conan. He is too too swarthy. He looked he came from off the streets of Palermo or Naples.

We finally get to see the Nemedian Navy. The ship pulled by slaves? WTF!

It got to be a game for me to see what scene was swiped from what movie. The Raiders of the Lost Ark wagon chase, the double sword from Sword and the Sorcerer, the jump from the cliff from Swashbuckler, the attack on a monastery from any number of Kung Fu movies, the sand man attack from The Mummy, holding the baby up taken from Roots, the Freddy Kruger finger blades etc.

The editing was often horrible. Conan has his sword out on horseback, a couple of seconds later he is pulling his sword out.

The thief sidekick who stole Benny’s moves from The Mummy.

The constant shoving of swords into the ground. I cut a lot of wood with a chainsaw. If those steel blades hit dirt, you have to take off the chain and sharpen it. I seriously doubt anyone from a sword wielding age would do such a thing.

The swordplay with the father with swords hitting against each other would notch up the blades to point of being useless.

Some of the dialogue was cringe worthy. “You cut my nose!” Or Khalar Zym saying “Come on.”

I had this problem with Pathfinder. You don’t walk around half naked in the snow. I live in a cold place that has 4-5 months of deep snow on the ground. I have hunted deer in the snow. You don’t go out like those Picts with only pants on.

I didn’t realize wood exploded so well.

Those papier mache boulders rolled down on the slaver compound were pretty cheesy looking.

Blood doesn’t spurt out by the gallon with a back cut. I cut on people for a living and it doesn’t explode out unless you cut an artery.

Rachel Nichol’s character, Tamara, is supposed to be an Hyrkanian. Robert E. Howard describes the Hyrkanians as being tall and dark. They are Hyborian Age analogs to the Ottoman Turks. Rachel Nichols features are very Celtic with the very white skin and blue eyes. Not at all eastern looking at all.

What is the deal with the ersatz Shaolin monastery? Is this some half-assed attempt to segue into a Kung Fu movie?

Momo the Samoan

Jason Momoa had the character down better than Arnold “Chip Rommel” Schwarzenegger. I still think Christian Bale would have been my choice. He even could have spoken in his native Welsh accent.

Things I did like:

Hooter- some people complain about the gratuitous female nudity. I celebrate female anatomy!

Rose McGowan in my mind stole the scenes she was in.

Stephen Lang would have made a decent Xaltotun (with beard).

The Bulgarian countryside is obviously a great place to film a sword and sorcery movie.

The citadel in the last 20 minutes looked good.

I thought the last 20 minutes of the movie seemed to flow better than the earlier ¾ of the movie.

Rachel Nichols was good eye candy. She isn’t a great actress, but you don’t need Merle Streep for the Hyborian slave bimbo of the story.

I went in expecting worse. I caught the early bird 1:10 P.M. showing and saw it in 2D instead of 3D. Paid $5.00 which is an acceptable loss. I can’t say that I can recommend anyone spending $8.25 and will tell someone just to wait and catch it on Starz, Encore, or even SyFy Channel in a couple years.

The shame is plot items including Acheron and resurrecting a sorcerer (or in this case, a witch) has been used. Millenium Films/Avi Lerner, Donnelly & Oppenheimer, and director Marcus Nispel have peed in the proverbial swimming pool preventing a version of HOUR OF THE DRAGON.

I have the impression that this movie was made as a snatch & grab with no intent on making a sequel or future installments. This strikes me as a roll of the dice of take the money and run.

So, there you go. My thoughts from nine years ago. I have caught a few brief snatches of the movie on T.V. here and there but not sure if I could bring myself to sit for close to 2 hours to watch it again.

Conan the Barbarian 2011 published first on https://sixchexus.weebly.com/

[bbranded]

I should honestly stop watching kdramas. I thought greys anatomy had ruined my idea of the perfect man, but honestly when there are shows that have men like Joon Hyung, Min Hyuk, Ji Wookie and Dong Mannie~ how the fuck am I meant to have normal expectations?!

[daysbloominga]

han wookie tags dump!

[irrfahrer]

Has Your Muse Ever...

bold what applies italic what might apply cross out what isn’t possible

Broken a bone // had a near death experience // been cheated on // killed someone (and succeeded) // Killed someone (and Failed) // self harmed // been married // had a child // adopted // been bullied // told a horrible lie // stolen something // seen a ghost // been camping // overdosed on drugs // been drunk // been to a haunted location // passed out // kissed the same sex // kissed the opposite sex // lost a limb // cheated // bullied // broken the law // invented something* // punched someone in the face // been beaten up // been admitted to hospital // been drugged // had sex // had sex and regretted it // done drugs // smoked // kissed someone they weren’t attracted to // bled severely // been shot // had an attempt on their life // made an attempt on their own life // lost someone // loved someone // had a pet // been hit by someone they loved // been tortured // held hostage // held a gun // gone without food for more than a day // gone without sleep for more than a day // had surgery // been slapped by a parent // gone to another planet // been to war // been forced into something // had a panic attack // gotten stitches // gotten arrested // been hired to kill someone // played with a Ouija board // witnessed death // been possessed // been in a car(starship) accident // had sex with a stranger // been half-naked in the cold** // been stabbed // passed out from pain // cried themselves to sleep // faked a smile // prayed // spent a whole day in bed // hurt themselves // taken anger out on themselves // had something slipped into their food / drink // been sexually assaulted // had a stalker // been betrayed // been a traitor // gotten away with crime // taken their anger out on someone they love // been used // used someone // been terrified // played a cruel game on someone // been dominant // been submissive // laughed when they felt like crying // accidentally hurt someone they cared about // thrown up // had a threesome // gotten into a fist fight // gone to jail // used a fake ID // gone to a rave // been in a house fire // left the country // told a dark joke

*Most of the Tinctures and Salves Zivs uses the most are either invented by herself or she had further developted the recipes she had learned in the SIckbays she had worked at. 

**Ziv is a Tynnan. Tynnan like wookies just a lot of smaller, do not need to wear cloth, beside maybe a belt with pockets. Ziv is literally most of the time “naked”. The only reason she is wearing cloth is because she did not grew up between other Tynnan but between other Aliens in the Jedi-Temple and therefor developt a strange spleen of needing to wear cloth to feel comfortable. Also she has more pockets with cloth. That does not change the fact that Ziv will be very comfortable with temperatures until down to -50° without feeling nippy in the slightest, in fact she feels very good when it is of cool termperatures as her thick pelt and natural blubber keeps her very comfortable isolated. Alien-Anatomy can be a real blessing, especially when she can give shuddering Humanoids a crude smirk.