“I love you.” “I know.”

This Han Solo role-playing pillowtalk I’m laying down is getting nothin’ from my husband. Go figure.

Obviously, I went for the iconic and the easy corruption: “I love you”/”I know,” “I’ll make ya do the Kessel Run in 12 parsecs,” and so on.

But there are so many Han Solo lines that lend themselves to pornification with no alteration at all.

[note: it gets a little salty after the jump.]

“She’s fast enough for you, old man.”

“She may not look like much, but she’s got it where it counts, kid. I’ve made a lot of special modifications myself.”

“Easy? You call that easy?”

“Get in there, you big hairy oaf! I don’t care what you smell!”

“You’re all clear, kid! Now let’s blow this thing and get home!”

“Thanks for coming after me. I owe you one.”

And, of course, “This may smell bad, kid, but it’ll keep you warm until I can get the shelter up.”

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