The Lewd Smith

A Multimuse Blog run by @ludmithjacques. 18+ only, this is for SMUT! This is a sideblog.

[forgeoflust]

Your Lust... We Shall Make Something Magnificent...

You find yourself in the Forge of Lust, where your desires shall be shaped by the Lewd Smith into something incredible.

This is a Multimuse RP blog primarily focused on the erotic and the smutty, home to several OCs and plenty of canons. Be sure to check back now and then as the list changes!

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[alltheraig]

Kidnapper? I Hardly Know Her!

Closed Rp @forgeoflust (Fem'Meboi)

So what she'd been walking around in a sketchy area, no guards, no one to protect her. Flashy clothing and swinging her coin purse overflowing with so much money that it was scattering onto the floor with each bounce in her step. So, maybe she'd been sighing and lamenting on how she was just a girl alone in the middle of the street with no one to look after her, or grumbling about how worried her family would be if she went missing. Just how much they'd spend to get her back...

That wasn't an invitation for a group of random hoodlums to snatch her off the street, drag her into an alley, force her to remain silent as they stripped her for all she'd brought, before dragging her onto a ship. Demanding that she call her parents and beg for money for her own ransom.

Of course, she'd done it. With a sneer at the poorly thrown together note, she was forced to read, and the low amount they'd suggested. Upping it more with a crinkle of her nose. Because she was worth a lot more than that, and they should know it. When it was all said and done, her parents promising to raise the money, she'd refused to be tied up. Refused to be put in a stuffy old room and instead ordered them to make her something gentle to drink.

After all, being kidnapped made a Twi'lek like her parched, and she was growing hungry, too. Doubting that they had anything that would be satisfactory to eat, she told them to just bring her whatever they had on hand, and she would make do. Before getting cozy and enjoying the time away from her regular responsibilities.

She was just sooo frightened. What else was she to do?

[forgeoflust]

On an entirely unrelated misadventure, a certain hot-pink smuggler was crawling through an air shaft, muttering to himself about stupid cartels and their stupid rivalries and stupid debts and stupid spice-fueled nights of debauchery where he lost all of his money on gambling and spontaneous generosity and really big animals he had no idea how to take care of and couldn't return so had to abandon-

Fem was not having a good day. He hadn't been having a good week. In generally, he was having something of a time lately. Right now, he was trying to rob this ship of some very important data at the behest of the Pyke Syndicate, his own ship stealthily docked underneath it with some nasty hull-cutting nonsense that let him directly access the ventilation system.

With a deep sigh, he peeped through one of the vents and spotted another twi'lek, a young red-skinned woman in an expensive looking dress, just sitting alone in what seemed to be the ship's galley. She wasn't dressed like the Crimson Dawn goons he'd seen elsewhere.

"Psst," he hissed, already regretting getting involved in yet another thing. "Don't look around. Are you here willingly? Do you need help?"

[alltheraig]

She was starting to get bored, and boredom was exactly why she'd gotten herself into this to begin with, so what was she supposed to do with the boredom that made her want to get o—she stopped when she heard something hissing for her not to look around.

Hello boredom eraser.

Almost immediately, she begins looking around, whipping her head this way and that, Lekku's swishing atop her head with the sudden movement. Only for her to stop suddenly and look upward where she'd heard the sound come from. Her gaze is soft and pleading as she brings her hands up to her chest. "Did my parents send you here to rescue me?" She whispers in a voice dripping with the practiced tone she'd used in the streets earlier. Inwardly, she was praising her acting skills.

Just another thing for her to talk her parents into letting her do when she returned home. "Please, don't leave me here with them. I want to go home." She'd even squeezed a few tears down her cheeks without having to blink or yawn. She was killing this game of hers.

[forgeoflust]

"I said don't look around!" he hissed. "What's wrong with you!? Stop looking up here! Holy shit..."

This was. Not someone trained in espionage. Or sneaking. Or following basic instructions.

...

Or acting.

"Stop that," he said, a little louder as she put on that weird voice. "No, I have no idea who you or your parents are. I'm here for my own thing, but I can get you out if you want. I have a ship. Just... Stop talking like that. Please."

It was... Disturbing.

"Or I can just go," he added, squinting down at her through the vent. "And you can... Keep doing whatever you're doing?"

[alltheraig]

She would have laughed at the hissing rebuke had the person in the vent not told her to stop looking up, which made her want to continue looking up. And she did for just a bit longer, before blinking and looking away. Down the hall, to be exact. Waiting to see now if anyone was coming back while the vent crawler continued speaking.

She huffed, crossing her arms when they told her to stop talking in her helpless tone. Well, how else was she supposed to let them know she was a damsel in distress? She could do without the voice for now. Whatever, it didn't really matter that much anyway. Wasn'tliketheyunderstoodtheartofthevoiceanywaysoitwaswastedonthem.

"No!" She hissed at once, reaching her hands up. "Help me out of here. I have been waiting for twenty minutes, and they have yet to even bring me tea! I wish to go home now."

It was true that their manners were so subpar that she was disgusted, but she didn't wish to go home. Not yet, at least. She still had to figure out what the vent person was doing after all~

[forgeoflust]

"Alright, alright, just calm down," he said, shifting and pressing a button. Why these vents had shutter controls on the inside he would never know, but the vent zipped open, revealing him to her for the first time.

He was pink, effete, with a diamond patterned tattoo on the one lekku that slipped down to dangle in the air, a little grubby from the vent, and already looked a bit fed up with her shit.

"Can you climb a rope?" he asked. "I have a rope. Or you can stack some chairs? I can't exactly reach you down there."

[forgeoflust]

Split Bounty

Closed RP for @alltheraig (Laashia Nyi)

At the cantina, Roja sat in his booth. Drink in one hand, the other resting on the butt of his blaster. Naturally, he had the corner seat, no one was sneaking up on him unless they blew a hole in the wall behind him, not that he was expecting that kind of trouble.

But you could never be too careful, even if you wore blaster-repelling armor at all hours of the day.

On the table in front of him was a bounty-tracking fob, faintly beeping, gently pulsing. The target was far away, currently quite safe in a deep dark hole, just waiting for the next fool to trip into it and die like the last seven bounty hunters the guild had sent after them.

Now it was his turn, but he wasn't quite stupid enough to try and do it alone, so he'd reached out to a... Recently-made contact of his.

That bit about the deep dark hole wasn't a metaphor, he needed someone with natural echolocation skills. Sure, the fob would point him in the right direction, but that wouldn't help with any traps, or any other life forms, or really anything but a particularly high-stakes game of Hot or Cold.

He needed a Togruta, and he happened to know one that liked him. At least, he was pretty sure she liked him.

That may have all just been for show, since when they'd met he'd tried to take her and her partner in for a bounty of their own.

Still, it was worth a shot.

The drink had a bendy straw in it. He slipped it up under his helmet.

Sip.

[alltheraig]

She was surprised when she got the request, even more surprised when he asked for her aid on a job. Knowing their history, if one could call it that, she'd have assumed any further contact from him would have been in passing one day or when they inevitably went after the same target again.

Either way, she was interested enough to see what he'd gotten into since their last meeting and just what kind of help he needed from her. So, she'd rolled over, giving Aayla a quick kiss on the cheek and promising to return in one piece, before getting dressed and heading off to meet their one-day-stand.

She'd been expecting a day's worth of travel. Some kind of faraway trip that would have her missing her bed and Aayla...not a short ride that kept her in close distance, but just enough that they weren't at each other's front door.

Stepping into the cantina, her eyes flicked from one corner to another, smirking when she saw him sitting in the corner seat of a booth. Sipping away at a drink casually, but that sharp look about him told her that he'd most likely spot her before she even called out to him. Still, she strutted over, waving her hand with a bright smile on her face.

"I see that tracker still works," she teased loudly, unable to keep from trying to make him as uncomfortable as possible for her own amusement. "I thought you'd said you would turn it off the last time we met~"

She's sliding into the seat beside him, her breast pushing against the table as she reaches out for his drink. "Mind?"

[forgeoflust]

"That's not for you," he said, his voice modulated slightly through his helmet. It wasn't to hide how he sounded or anything, just to make sure no one had to deal with a mysterious man talking like a muffled idiot in a bucket.

He removed his straw and pushed the drink into her hand.

The great thing about a full-faced helm was that no one could tell where he was looking. At least, not when he remembered to not tilt his entire head down to stair at the woman's massive purple tits as they squished against the table.

"It's for a job," he said, remembering to tilt his head back up, at least pretending to look her in the eye. "The target can see in the dark, and has gone to ground in his home base, rigging it with booby traps and who knows what else. I can't see in the dark, lights will give away our position, scanning equipment will inform him that we are present. I want to go in dark, and have you guide me to him. Sound do-able?"

[alltheraig]

Kidnapper? I Hardly Know Her!

Closed Rp @forgeoflust (Fem'Meboi)

So what she'd been walking around in a sketchy area, no guards, no one to protect her. Flashy clothing and swinging her coin purse overflowing with so much money that it was scattering onto the floor with each bounce in her step. So, maybe she'd been sighing and lamenting on how she was just a girl alone in the middle of the street with no one to look after her, or grumbling about how worried her family would be if she went missing. Just how much they'd spend to get her back...

That wasn't an invitation for a group of random hoodlums to snatch her off the street, drag her into an alley, force her to remain silent as they stripped her for all she'd brought, before dragging her onto a ship. Demanding that she call her parents and beg for money for her own ransom.

Of course, she'd done it. With a sneer at the poorly thrown together note, she was forced to read, and the low amount they'd suggested. Upping it more with a crinkle of her nose. Because she was worth a lot more than that, and they should know it. When it was all said and done, her parents promising to raise the money, she'd refused to be tied up. Refused to be put in a stuffy old room and instead ordered them to make her something gentle to drink.

After all, being kidnapped made a Twi'lek like her parched, and she was growing hungry, too. Doubting that they had anything that would be satisfactory to eat, she told them to just bring her whatever they had on hand, and she would make do. Before getting cozy and enjoying the time away from her regular responsibilities.

She was just sooo frightened. What else was she to do?

[forgeoflust]

On an entirely unrelated misadventure, a certain hot-pink smuggler was crawling through an air shaft, muttering to himself about stupid cartels and their stupid rivalries and stupid debts and stupid spice-fueled nights of debauchery where he lost all of his money on gambling and spontaneous generosity and really big animals he had no idea how to take care of and couldn't return so had to abandon-

Fem was not having a good day. He hadn't been having a good week. In generally, he was having something of a time lately. Right now, he was trying to rob this ship of some very important data at the behest of the Pyke Syndicate, his own ship stealthily docked underneath it with some nasty hull-cutting nonsense that let him directly access the ventilation system.

With a deep sigh, he peeped through one of the vents and spotted another twi'lek, a young red-skinned woman in an expensive looking dress, just sitting alone in what seemed to be the ship's galley. She wasn't dressed like the Crimson Dawn goons he'd seen elsewhere.

"Psst," he hissed, already regretting getting involved in yet another thing. "Don't look around. Are you here willingly? Do you need help?"

[alltheraig]

She was starting to get bored, and boredom was exactly why she'd gotten herself into this to begin with, so what was she supposed to do with the boredom that made her want to get o—she stopped when she heard something hissing for her not to look around.

Hello boredom eraser.

Almost immediately, she begins looking around, whipping her head this way and that, Lekku's swishing atop her head with the sudden movement. Only for her to stop suddenly and look upward where she'd heard the sound come from. Her gaze is soft and pleading as she brings her hands up to her chest. "Did my parents send you here to rescue me?" She whispers in a voice dripping with the practiced tone she'd used in the streets earlier. Inwardly, she was praising her acting skills.

Just another thing for her to talk her parents into letting her do when she returned home. "Please, don't leave me here with them. I want to go home." She'd even squeezed a few tears down her cheeks without having to blink or yawn. She was killing this game of hers.

[forgeoflust]

"I said don't look around!" he hissed. "What's wrong with you!? Stop looking up here! Holy shit..."

This was. Not someone trained in espionage. Or sneaking. Or following basic instructions.

...

Or acting.

"Stop that," he said, a little louder as she put on that weird voice. "No, I have no idea who you or your parents are. I'm here for my own thing, but I can get you out if you want. I have a ship. Just... Stop talking like that. Please."

It was... Disturbing.

"Or I can just go," he added, squinting down at her through the vent. "And you can... Keep doing whatever you're doing?"

[forgeoflust]

Split Bounty

Closed RP for @alltheraig (Laashia Nyi)

At the cantina, Roja sat in his booth. Drink in one hand, the other resting on the butt of his blaster. Naturally, he had the corner seat, no one was sneaking up on him unless they blew a hole in the wall behind him, not that he was expecting that kind of trouble.

But you could never be too careful, even if you wore blaster-repelling armor at all hours of the day.

On the table in front of him was a bounty-tracking fob, faintly beeping, gently pulsing. The target was far away, currently quite safe in a deep dark hole, just waiting for the next fool to trip into it and die like the last seven bounty hunters the guild had sent after them.

Now it was his turn, but he wasn't quite stupid enough to try and do it alone, so he'd reached out to a... Recently-made contact of his.

That bit about the deep dark hole wasn't a metaphor, he needed someone with natural echolocation skills. Sure, the fob would point him in the right direction, but that wouldn't help with any traps, or any other life forms, or really anything but a particularly high-stakes game of Hot or Cold.

He needed a Togruta, and he happened to know one that liked him. At least, he was pretty sure she liked him.

That may have all just been for show, since when they'd met he'd tried to take her and her partner in for a bounty of their own.

Still, it was worth a shot.

The drink had a bendy straw in it. He slipped it up under his helmet.

Sip.

[alltheraig]

Kidnapper? I Hardly Know Her!

Closed Rp @forgeoflust (Fem'Meboi)

So what she'd been walking around in a sketchy area, no guards, no one to protect her. Flashy clothing and swinging her coin purse overflowing with so much money that it was scattering onto the floor with each bounce in her step. So, maybe she'd been sighing and lamenting on how she was just a girl alone in the middle of the street with no one to look after her, or grumbling about how worried her family would be if she went missing. Just how much they'd spend to get her back...

That wasn't an invitation for a group of random hoodlums to snatch her off the street, drag her into an alley, force her to remain silent as they stripped her for all she'd brought, before dragging her onto a ship. Demanding that she call her parents and beg for money for her own ransom.

Of course, she'd done it. With a sneer at the poorly thrown together note, she was forced to read, and the low amount they'd suggested. Upping it more with a crinkle of her nose. Because she was worth a lot more than that, and they should know it. When it was all said and done, her parents promising to raise the money, she'd refused to be tied up. Refused to be put in a stuffy old room and instead ordered them to make her something gentle to drink.

After all, being kidnapped made a Twi'lek like her parched, and she was growing hungry, too. Doubting that they had anything that would be satisfactory to eat, she told them to just bring her whatever they had on hand, and she would make do. Before getting cozy and enjoying the time away from her regular responsibilities.

She was just sooo frightened. What else was she to do?

[forgeoflust]

On an entirely unrelated misadventure, a certain hot-pink smuggler was crawling through an air shaft, muttering to himself about stupid cartels and their stupid rivalries and stupid debts and stupid spice-fueled nights of debauchery where he lost all of his money on gambling and spontaneous generosity and really big animals he had no idea how to take care of and couldn't return so had to abandon-

Fem was not having a good day. He hadn't been having a good week. In generally, he was having something of a time lately. Right now, he was trying to rob this ship of some very important data at the behest of the Pyke Syndicate, his own ship stealthily docked underneath it with some nasty hull-cutting nonsense that let him directly access the ventilation system.

With a deep sigh, he peeped through one of the vents and spotted another twi'lek, a young red-skinned woman in an expensive looking dress, just sitting alone in what seemed to be the ship's galley. She wasn't dressed like the Crimson Dawn goons he'd seen elsewhere.

"Psst," he hissed, already regretting getting involved in yet another thing. "Don't look around. Are you here willingly? Do you need help?"

[feed-your-inbox]

This or That?

Give my muse two things to choose from. They can only pick one! “Both” does not count!

[aphel1on]

Affirmations before posting:

The freaks who follow me understand my vision

The freaks who follow me understand my vision

The freaks who follow me understand my vision

[sugar-and-spice-roleplay-memes]

Send 🧪 for my muse to take a truth serum and have to answer any question honestly from your muse.

Specify for multi muse blogs.

[memeroundups]

A few Starters - Ice Breakers

“Are you following me?”

“Hey, watch where you’re going.”

“You look vaguely familiar…” 

“I don’t know who you are but you don’t strike me as the trustworthy type.”

“I don’t know what you want but you’d better fuck off before I make you.”

“Sorry but I’m new around here, would you mind giving me pointers?”

“Strange to see a fresh face around here.”

“Hey you. It’s dangerous to be walking around here, you should leave.”

“Do you need help with that?”

“Do you believe in love at first sight or should I walk by again?”

“Do I know you? Cause you look a lot like my next girlfriend/boyfriend.”

“See my friends over there? They wanna to know if you think I’m cute.

“Hey handsome/beautiful.”

“You might be new, but you’re looking at the top dog around here.”

“Sorry but I’m not interested in your offer.”

“Are you as cold as you seem or do you always walk around like you own the place?”

“What’s wrong? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

“The answer is no by the way, to whatever you’re about to say.”

“Don’t bother, I’m busy.”

“No no no, this can’t be right. You shouldn’t be here.”

“It’s you, isn’t it?”

“Happy to see me again?”

“It’s been so long since we’ve last parted, hm? We have some catching up to do.”

“You looking to start a fight or something?”

“Did you think I wouldn’t notice you watching me?”

“Us meeting wasn’t an accident.”

“Hey hey, no need for that I’d just like to talk.”

“Why the hostility? Do you treat every stranger this way?”

“I see no one has ever bothered to teach you manners.”

“Come with me, no time to explain!”

“Look, you’re in danger. You need to do as I say.”

“Are these guys bothering you?”

“Hey, leave him/her alone!”

“You look tired. Need a ride?”

“Shit shit, are you okay?!”

“Give me your belongings and you won’t get hurt. Sound fair?”

“Well look what the cat dragged in.”

“Never thought I’d see your face again.”

“Are you drunk? Hey, you can’t be walking around like that, be careful!”

“You look like bad news….”

“I hope I’m not being too straightforward, but are you single?”

“Nice to meet you.”

[bassettmemes]

i dont care if we have 10 threads together. i dont care if we have 20. send the meme. write the starter. scream in my inbox. lets start another one. we have six ships? make it seven. canon characters? lets give them an au. i want all. the. things.

[forgeoflust]

Purchase(Open RP)

Batuu, a planet on the edge. The edge of war, the edge of politics, the edge of people’s awareness, Batuu was generally where one went to drop off the map.

This meant the bazaar was, quite frankly, bizarre. A random collection of eclectic goods, most often scavenged and kit-bashed, but certainly not without its charms!

For instance, this old B1 battledroid! The Clone Wars were long over, and no one had seen an active B1 in years, yet here one stood, posed, restraining bolt on the side of it’s face like a particularly massive beauty mark, and clearly modified from it’s original design.

“Ahhhh, a being of taste!” came a voice from further back in the stall. There was a soft beep, and a gentle mist was spritzed into the air from an array tied into the over-hang, allowing the squid-like Quarren to step out in comfort, for a time. “I see you’ve found our special B1 model! Terror of the clone wars and all friends of the Old Republic, now modified for comfort and pleasure! Note the soft padding in the chest area, soft yes, but firm! Perfect for stress-relief. There’s similar padding in the back of course, all without compromising the uniquely skeletal silhouette in the center of the frame. And of course, between the legs, a modular port, for currently ribbed for your pleasure~”

The semi-aquatic alien couldn’t stifle a chuckle. “And you’ll note the face plate has been detailed!”

What the prospective-buyer could actually see was a battledroid, a bit dinged up, painted pink with drawn-on eyelashes and hastily modified to be more female in appearance. It wasn’t a bad job, but it was clearly a custom one.

As far as programming went, they’d have to buy it and remove the bolt to really find out.

“Hello, Prospective Buyer!” the synthesized voice came out, only pitched slightly higher than the default, along with a chipper little wave of one flat, three-fingered hand. “I’m B1-MB0, a companion droid!”

[forgeoflust]

So I Was At This Bar... (Open RP)

He didn't remember the name of the planet he was on. He wouldn't be shocked if no one else did either. Sitting lonely off to one side of the Outer Rim, like a mole in the middle of an ass cheek, the cold world served as a barely-workable pit stop for mining crews.

The shipyards functioned, the few cantinas sold booze and looked the other way if someone in the back room was selling something else(provided they got a cut), and that seemed to be about as far as anyone was willing to go to develop it.

What he was doing here was anyone's guess.

Sitting with his back to the bar, a young pink twi'lek eyed the door. Drink in one delicate hand, his narrow chest emphasized by the light black vest hanging from his shoulders as he braced an elbow on the bar behind him. His thighs were even more emphasized in the tight leather pants he was wearing, and only further as he crossed one knee-high-booted leg over the other, the small handle of a hold-out blaster sticking out of the top.

When the door opened, he smiled.

"Finally!" Fem'meboi called out, holding up his drink in salute. "You know how to keep a girl waiting, don'tcha?"

[xultraviolentlightx]

You mind if I finger your holes until your brain turns to mush and leaks out of your ear?

[sugar-and-spice-roleplay-memes]

Send 🧪 for my muse to take a truth serum and have to answer any question honestly from your muse.

Specify for multi muse blogs.

[forgeoflust]

So I Was At This Bar... (Open RP)

He didn't remember the name of the planet he was on. He wouldn't be shocked if no one else did either. Sitting lonely off to one side of the Outer Rim, like a mole in the middle of an ass cheek, the cold world served as a barely-workable pit stop for mining crews.

The shipyards functioned, the few cantinas sold booze and looked the other way if someone in the back room was selling something else(provided they got a cut), and that seemed to be about as far as anyone was willing to go to develop it.

What he was doing here was anyone's guess.

Sitting with his back to the bar, a young pink twi'lek eyed the door. Drink in one delicate hand, his narrow chest emphasized by the light black vest hanging from his shoulders as he braced an elbow on the bar behind him. His thighs were even more emphasized in the tight leather pants he was wearing, and only further as he crossed one knee-high-booted leg over the other, the small handle of a hold-out blaster sticking out of the top.

When the door opened, he smiled.

"Finally!" Fem'meboi called out, holding up his drink in salute. "You know how to keep a girl waiting, don'tcha?"

[forgeoflust]

Purchase(Open RP)

Batuu, a planet on the edge. The edge of war, the edge of politics, the edge of people’s awareness, Batuu was generally where one went to drop off the map.

This meant the bazaar was, quite frankly, bizarre. A random collection of eclectic goods, most often scavenged and kit-bashed, but certainly not without its charms!

For instance, this old B1 battledroid! The Clone Wars were long over, and no one had seen an active B1 in years, yet here one stood, posed, restraining bolt on the side of it’s face like a particularly massive beauty mark, and clearly modified from it’s original design.

“Ahhhh, a being of taste!” came a voice from further back in the stall. There was a soft beep, and a gentle mist was spritzed into the air from an array tied into the over-hang, allowing the squid-like Quarren to step out in comfort, for a time. “I see you’ve found our special B1 model! Terror of the clone wars and all friends of the Old Republic, now modified for comfort and pleasure! Note the soft padding in the chest area, soft yes, but firm! Perfect for stress-relief. There’s similar padding in the back of course, all without compromising the uniquely skeletal silhouette in the center of the frame. And of course, between the legs, a modular port, for currently ribbed for your pleasure~”

The semi-aquatic alien couldn’t stifle a chuckle. “And you’ll note the face plate has been detailed!”

What the prospective-buyer could actually see was a battledroid, a bit dinged up, painted pink with drawn-on eyelashes and hastily modified to be more female in appearance. It wasn’t a bad job, but it was clearly a custom one.

As far as programming went, they’d have to buy it and remove the bolt to really find out.

“Hello, Prospective Buyer!” the synthesized voice came out, only pitched slightly higher than the default, along with a chipper little wave of one flat, three-fingered hand. “I’m B1-MB0, a companion droid!”