Star Wars Kink Meme Round #1

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Rules For Everyone:

1. YKINMKATO (Your kink is not my kink, and that's okay.) No kinkshaming or wank/flames/y'know generally being a dick.
2. All Star Wars films and related media are welcome. You can go as obscure as you want. 
3. RPF is allowed
4. All comments must be anon.  Lbr, if it doesn't bother you guys it doesn't bother me.

Rules For Posting Prompts: 

1. Use the subject for your prompt with the pair, general idea, any kinks, or specific requirements.
2. You can post as many prompts as you like, as long as the prompts are different. They can be somewhat similar. 
3. You may second a post, but you may not piggyback and request different specifications from the original prompt.  However, you may create a similar prompt inspired with your own specifications.
4. Cross posting prompts is fine by me. If you've posted prompts at tfa-kink, and they've gotten lost in the mix, you can post them here!
5. You are not allowed to create prompts for the purpose of mocking a previous prompt. I see you. Just don't.

Rules Posting Fills:

1. Warnings are courteous, but not necessary. Use DW Blocker if there is anything you don't want to see.
2. Art and other media fills are welcome.
3. Multiple fills are cool. Therefore, a prompt is considered filled, but still "open."
4. You may post a link to your tumblr/ao3 account/ or any other website as long as it is accessible.
5. You may link to a previously written fic in a comment, but it does not count as a fill. 
6. If you could post [FILL] in the subject of your fill, that would be awesome. Sorry I forgot about this.

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Comments

Bloodrush - 2d/3

[(Anonymous)]

Eventually the shuddering leaves Luke's body and enters Leia's, and she shakes violently, ridiculously, as Luke is overwhelmed with exhaustion. She digs her nails into his hips, trying to steal that relaxation for herself. She hasn't come, not even close but her mind is fogged as if she has. She's never felt like this before and it's agonising, like she's trapped in the middle of Luke's pleasure with no end or beginning it sight.

Luke whimpers. “Leia. Ow.”

Pain. He's in pain. That gets through to her eventually, and she draws her teeth and nails away. “Sorry,” she whispers, still as close to him as she can possibly justify. She can't even talk, and it's pathetic.

She looks to Han, assuming – practically begging – he'll make some smart remark and that will snap her out of it. He doesn't say a word. He just stays there, on his knees for such a long moment – she doesn't think he's ever been quiet that long before.

Finally she finds out why, when he stands up and reaches past Luke, winding his hand through her hair – and kissing her. She moans and pours herself into the kiss, only to be greeted with the taste of salt – that's Luke, she realises, which only makes her moan louder, kiss harder. Han claims her mouth ruthlessly, smearing Luke's come across her tongue. Without thinking she swallows it, Han laughs against her jaw and she is furious, even as she whimpers in need, darting her tongue out in search of more. This isn't any less pathetic of her, but at least the shaking in her bones starts to abate, an effective palliative having been found. When Han finally pulls away a milky white string connects them, he grins and Luke has been taken away from her, she's been knocked half onto her back, lying on the bed with legs spread and Han perched eagerly between them. She lets out a long, shuddering breath. She can breathe again.

She knows how desperate she must look – like something out of the troops' holovids, one of the alien blondes five seconds before she starts begging. Han would never let her forget it though, so she's not going to do that – but it's a close thing, and she bites her lip again to keep herself under control. Luke, help me.

What exactly can Luke do? But she feels him grab her wrist, squeeze softly, and that soothes her nerves enough for her to face Han with the same stubborn pride as always (whatever happened to abandoning her princessly demeanour?).

“Well captain,” she says, and she means to call him that mockingly, even though she's sure he likes it, “weren't you meant to be keeping me entertained? Or did you tire yourself out a bit?”

Han chuckles. “Hey, we've got all night here. No need to rush.”

The head of his cock traces ever so lightly over her thigh, and she starts battering her eyelids entirely unwillingly. He's still hard, shamelessly, drippingly hard, enough that this should be torture for him – but they both know how ever much this is agonising him, it is worse for her, and he is not going to give up that advantage any time soon. But she isn't going to ask him for pity either, so she simply has to endure it.

Luke, still wet and exhausted, is whimpering.

Leia gasps, snapped out of reverie, as Han pushes on finger into her before she even notices. She's so wet she gives no resistance, and immediately starts squirming and wriggling her hips to try and get him to move. No luck. Instead he's gone as soon as he arrived.

She will not moan. She holds her breath, and lets it out as gracefully as she can manage. But she doesn't really fool anybody. “Anybody would think I'd been sucking you off,” Han muses.

“Well if it meant you were doing something...” It's almost an admission – that she's absolutely desperate and that if he gets her off, she will do anything else he wants, except tell him that, of course. She barely keeps it smug enough for it not to count as surrender. Really, this is all very unfair.

Han smirks. “Yeah, but that's not what you really want.” He's got her there. Just to belabour the point, he takes his cock in hand and guides it to press up against her.

She immediately starts whimpering, barely keeps from mewling. He doesn't just press against her either, gently he slides his prick up and down, nudging against her clit before teasing her hole once again. Her hips start canting of their own accord, and biting her lip won't do anymore, she moves her free hand to cover her mouth because it's too much, she can't do this, she needs it–

“Han, please!”

But she didn't say it. She and Han both pause, and turn to look at Luke. He's hard again, staring at them wide-eyed. His nails are digging so hard into her wrist they might leave marks – she didn't even notice. His breaths are gasping, ragged, and sync perfectly with hers.

Han seems bemused – understandably – but shrugs, looking back at Leia. “Real sweetheart, isn't he?”

She nods along but thinks of something else, of the look on Luke's face and the agony she felt after he came, and she keeps her eyes locked on Luke while she tries to figure out what in the galaxy she is thinking.

Until Han finally pushes his cock into her and she can't think of a single other thing.