starwarskinkmeme | Star Wars Kink Meme Round #1

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YKINMKATO (Your kink is not my kink, and that's okay.) No kinkshaming or wank/flames/y'know generally being a dick.
All Star Wars films and related media are welcome. You can go as obscure as you want.
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Use the subject for your prompt with the pair, general idea, any kinks, or specific requirements.
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(Sorry for the short update; I'm almost finished but I wanted to post this at least. Please mind the warnings from the previous part; more non-con in this chapter.)

Both pairs of hands had left him, and he heard Carrin and the woman conferring softly behind him. The chain on his collar seemed to be attached to the wall behind him, he found after pulling at it uselessly.

The two of them came at him again after a short while. Carrin grabbed him under the shoulders, holding him even as he thrashed, while the woman reached between his legs to cup his balls. Her hands were wet with something; when they touched him it felt warm and soothing, which was incredible considering how she was the one who had hit him just a few minutes before.

"No," he said, surprising himself as her hand moved back, penetrating him with one still wet, warm finger. For a second, whatever she had on her hands seemed to burn him, but it wasn't enough to be unpleasant. Rather, it left just enough of an itch to make him shudder, to send him into a whole body shiver. "Stop it," he said, as she penetrated him with another finger, twisting them and causing him to shudder once again and tighten his muscles around her finger. "I'm not--shit. I'm not going along with this."

The woman didn't answer him or stop what she was doing, but Carrin spoke. "I don't think you have much of a choice."

"That's--" He gasped again. The woman was working him up with her other hand, touching him and groping him even as she scissored her fingers inside him. What the hell did she have on her fingers? "That's what I'm saying. It can't be that hard to find someone who wants to go along with this shit, can it?"

"What did I tell you about trying to negotiate?" said Carrin as the woman squeezed the head of his cock. "This isn't like that sabacc table back on Mos Eisley, you know. You can't cheat your way out of this one."

"I'm not, I--oh god." He twisted away, or tried to. Whatever she was putting on him was too much, it was starting to burn him to the point of extreme discomfort. He tried to pull his legs up, bending his knees even as she kept touching him with the same slow regularity. "Stop it," he said, trying to look turn in the woman's direction, not even caring about the slightly whining edge in his voice.

To his amazement, she did. She pulled her fingers out of him, let go of his cock. Before he had much time to be grateful, though, Carrin was grabbing his wrists again and pushing Han's body up painfully to cuff them behind Han's back.

The woman hadn't spoken, but Carrin said something about leaving him to it, and suddenly he heard the hiss of the door again and he was alone (or seemed to be, anyway) in the bedroom.

He let out a long sigh, almost of relief. The entire lower half of his body was still oversensitized, though, alternating between too hot and much, much too cold.

He shuddered again. He realized that he was hard from how the woman had been touching him, and that, contrary to what he'd thought, the sensation from whatever she'd had on her hands wasn't fading away. If anything, it only seemed to get stronger the longer he lay there. He felt that same itch everywhere the woman had been touching him, even in his ass. He wanted, needed to be touched again, and he flexed his wrists uselessly in the restraints.

Anything he tried, from pressing his legs together to lying on his stomach humping the bed itself like a dog, didn't work. Even if he managed some measure of friction against his cock, he still felt unsatisfied. It wasn't enough; he realized with a cold flush that what he wanted was to be filled, either with his own fingers, with the woman's, or with something larger. He'd become completely indiscriminate.

He tried to keep still, but it was impossible to ignore the itch. He wondered just what the hell sort of aphrodisiac she had used on him. He'd never dealt in that sort of thing, because in his experience most substances that people proclaimed to enhance sexual pleasure or whatever did precisely fuck-all. You could basically sell anything to someone as long as you told them it was some fucked up sex drug, but despite that Han had never been much interested in the trade.

Lying there was torture, and trying to lie still was utterly impossible. He was stuck in his own black world, either focused on the horrible need in his lower body, or stuck in reflections on how everyone he cared about, Chewie, Leia, everyone, they were probably all dead and he was alone, completely alone and with no one to blame but himself.

In a way, it was almost a relief to hear the door slide open again. He bit his lip and tried to remain motionless, because he'd been writhing around on the bed fruitlessly pretty much the entire time he'd been left alone. His wrists were probably red and bleeding from how he'd been straining against the wrist cuffs.

The woman said something he couldn't hear, but he heard the laugh in Carrin's voice.

"Well, Captain Solo?"

Han turned his head away from the direction of their voices; it was a symbolic action more than anything, of course, since he still couldn't see.

He heard the rustle of fabric as Carrin leaned down. A second later Carrin was grabbing Han's shoulder and tilting his chin towards him and pressing his lips against Han's. Han supposed he should have expected the kiss, but he hadn't really been expecting anything; what he'd been hoping for was for Carrin to get this over with, take what he wanted and leave Han to sweat out the rest of the drug he'd been given in peace. Instead, his mouth was forced open under Carrin's, and a second later Carrin had grabbed his dick and was jerking roughly. Han bucked against him, and couldn't help letting out a muted sigh of pleasure against Carrin's mouth.

"There we are," said Carrin. "So much for not begging, huh?"

Han took the moment Carrin was speaking to clench his own jaw shut. No point speaking without purpose, after all. There was nothing left for him to say.

this is some gOOD SHIT, keep up the good work!!

Yesss, destroy me!!!

Star Wars Kink Meme Round #1

FILL: Hibernation Sickness, 2/? (Han/OCs, non-con)

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Re: FILL: Hibernation Sickness, 2/? (Han/OCs, non-con)