starwarskinkmeme | Star Wars Kink Meme Round #1

Rules For Everyone:

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.
RPF is allowed
~~All comments must be anon.~~ Lbr, if it doesn't bother you guys it doesn't bother me.

Rules For Posting Prompts:

Use the subject for your prompt with the pair, general idea, any kinks, or specific requirements.
You can post as many prompts as you like, as long as the prompts are different. They can be somewhat similar.
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.
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!
You are not allowed to create prompts for the purpose of mocking a previous prompt. I see you. Just don't.

Rules Posting Fills:

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

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Luke grunts as Han shoves him up against the wall behind the bar, immediately diving in to suck a deep purple mark on his neck. Luke's hand scramble against Han's shoulders, digging into his leather jacket and holding on tightly as he nibbles his way down Luke's neck.

“Han-” he gasps, voice thin and needy. Han chuckles against his neck, pausing in his assault to just nuzzle against the sensitive skin for a minute. Luke lets out a thready moan when Han latches on to his ear lobe and sucks. He bucks against him, trying to gain some sort of friction.

“Fuck, you're such a filthy little slut, aren't you?” He asks, gripping Luke's hips roughly as he grinds against him slowly. Luke just groans helplessly, shuddering in Han's arms. Han chuckles as he drags Luke away from the wall, pulling him towards his car. He is all over Luke as they are inside the car, crowing him in his seat and pulling him into a bruising kiss. “Gonna fuck you so hard tonight,” he murmurs, yanking Luke's hair. Luke mewls, arching in his seat.

It's been two weeks since he first went home with Han and it might just be becoming a habit. Every couple of nights, he finds himself in Han's bed, mewling and begging. It should be embarrassing, how wanton he becomes with Han, but their nights together leave him feeling satisfied and relaxed. He loves the way Han takes him apart, leaves him shaking yet begging for more. The only problem is, he doesn't know much more about Han then he did when they started...whatever this is. They don't get around to much talking outside of Han's praise and Luke's screaming for more. Sometimes, when they are laying together in the afterglow, Han will gather Luke up in his arms and murmur sweet things against his neck as he strokes his sweaty chest. But those aren't real conversations.

He has been watching Han closely at the bar, and has scoped out as much of his apartment as possible, in an attempt to learn more about him. He always comes into The Two Suns with Chewie, a large and imposing man Luke can hardly understand. Beyond that, the group they are with changes frequently but always consists of shady looking men. Luke knows that he takes good care of his car, which he lovingly calls The Falcon. He is older than Luke by at least ten years, though he isn't sure exactly how many. His apartment is small but well kept, cozy and comfortable. He fucks Luke hard but kisses him tenderly afterward. None of that information is that helpful.

Luke is afraid to ask for more. If he presses, he is certain Han will toss him to the side and find another place to drink. He feels silly even entertaining these thoughts. When he went home with Han that first night, he never planned on it lasting more then a night. But he has to admit, at least to himself, that he is becoming a little entranced by the way Han makes him feel. But he is sure this is just about sex for Han so he doesn't say anything, doesn't ask any questions about what this means because he already knows the answer. Nothing.

Back at Han's apartment, Luke is riding him as though his life depends on it, all stray thoughts blissfully pushed from his mind. He's already come twice – Han never lets him only come once. He always pulls two, three, four orgasms out of him before driving him home. He claws at Han's chest, head thrown back as he moves up and down on Han's cock, groaning gratefully. Han is gripping his hips, fingers digging little bruises on his pale skin. “So good,” he gasps, “feels go good.”

Han chuckles, thrusting up as he pulls at Luke's hips roughly. Luke reaches for his cock but Han slaps his hands away. “That's my job, kid,” he says but doesn't touch Luke's leaking erection. Luke groans in frustrating, hands scrambling for purchase on Han's chest.

“Please!” He begs as Han holds his hips down, not allowing him to move. He tries to lift himself up but Han digs his nails into Luke's skin, holding both of their hips still. Luke groans in frustrating, rolling his hips in the search for more friction. Han just laughs beneath him as Luke struggles in his grip. “Please,” he gasps again, nails raking against Han's chest. “Please, please. I need to come. Fuck me, let me come, please,” he begs, skin flushed and sweaty.

“Such a fucking slut, aren't you?” Han asks, still refusing to move. “Aren't you?” he says again when Luke fails to respond.

“Yes!” He shouts, desperate. “Yes. I'm a slut, your slut. And I need you to fuck me with you big, fat cock.” Luke whines, tears pricking his eyes. “Please, I don't even care if you let me come,” he confesses, shame reddening his face, “Just let me feel –” Luke cuts off with a high pitched moan as Han flips him over onto his back and starts thrusting into him with an almost punishing pace.

“This what you wanted?” Han grinds out between deep thrusts. He hauls Luke's legs up and slings them over his shoulders, slamming against his prostrate.

Luke's eyes roll back, mouthing hanging open in a silent gasp. Belatedly, Luke manages to gasp out a “Yes!”

Han grabs a fistful of his hair, dragging him up into a filthy kiss and his thrusts slow but deepen. “I am going to let you come,” he murmurs against Luke's lip, grip in his hair tightening. “You've been such a good boy,” he praises. Luke moans brokenly at that, eyes sliding shut as he focuses on the deep thrusts of Han's cock hitting against his prostrate. “Let go, baby,” Han mumbles as he pulls Luke into another sloppy kiss. “Let me hear you scream.”

Luke can't hold back as Han wraps a large, calloused hand around him and pulls, once, twice and he's shooting off between them. Distantly, he is aware of Han's dick pulsing inside him, shooting off into the condom.

Han pulls out gently, carefully moving Luke's legs down against the mattress, rubbing soothing circles on his sides. “Christ, kid,” Han murmurs as he runs his hands down Luke's sweaty thighs. Luke smiles up at him lazily, looking thoroughly well fucked. He reaches up, brushes his hand across Han's cheek, grinning even wider. Han captures his wrist and lays a gentle kiss on the palm of his hand. “It's like you walked right out of every wet dream I've ever had.”

Luke laughs weakly, glowing at the praise but not really believing it. Han always makes him feel so special after fucking him like a cheap hooker. He kisses him slow and tender before moving off the bed to grab a damp washcloth and a bottle of water. Luke is drifting on the edge of consciousness, warm and relaxed after three orgasms. He giggles when he feels the warm, wet cloth wiping across his thighs. He looks up at Han, expression soft and open. He reaches for Han again, movements sluggish. Luke giggles again, letting his eyes fall shut. “Why-” he starts but doesn't finish. Han curls against his chest, holding him close as drifts to sleep.

~~ ~~

“You seriously need to just talk to him,” Leia advises, rolling her eyes at her brother.

Luke huffs, twisting his hands in his lap. “It's not that easy,” he insists.

Leia lets out a heavy breath, clearly disagreeing with him. “Yes,” she counters, “it really is.”

“But-”

Leia holds a hand up, shaking her head. “No buts, Luke. Just talk to him.”

But-”

“No.” Leia says flatly. “I don't care if you are dating, fuckbuddies, or what. Whatever situation you have, you need to talk about it. You deserve to know how much he has invested in this and vice versa. Even when you are just casually fucking around, communication is important.”

Luke hangs his head in his hands, sighing heavily. Why is Leia always right?

“Luke-”

“I really don't want this to just be fucking around,” he groans, defeated. He hangs his head in his hands, sighing miserably. “How did this happen to me?”

Leia laughs, shoving Luke's shoulder playfully. “You, my brother, caught yourself some feelings.”

Luke groans again. “I don't want them, make them go away.”

“No can do, I'm afraid. Listen,” her tone turns serious once more. “At this point, you don't really have a lot to lose, you know? Let's go through the possibilities, okay? You could not tell him that you have actual feelings for him and want to be more than just sex. Your feelings will grow and grow and will probably start to feel unbearable. You'll grow bitter and start to hate the time you spend with Han as much as you love it. You might self destruct and sabotage everything. Or he'll lose interest in you and things will fizzle out.”

“That all sounds terrible,” Luke points out.

“Alright. So you tell him how you feel. Be completely honest and open with him. Put it all out on the table and ask for the same from him. Either he pulls away completely or...” Leia lets it linger for a moment, “he commits.”

“I hate when you are right.”

“That must get exhausting.”

Luke knows that Leia is right but it is difficult to follow her advice when he actually with Han. He has no idea how to breach the subject, especially when Han starts to kiss his way down his neck. It's not as though Han ever gives him enough time to really talk. They tease, flirt, and fuck. Luke can't bring himself to interrupt the routine. He knows he should, but he is scared of the risk, scared of losing what Han provides him.

This is fantastic, anon.

Star Wars Kink Meme Round #1

Fill 4/? Han/Luke, dirty talk, age difference, au

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