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dameronology · 1 year

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how about what would happen if the star wars boys made you cry 👀

ok i kinda did this in the scenario that you're arguing and they make you cry

characters: din, poe, finn, han, luke & obi-wan

din djarin

he is HORRIFIED the minute tears spring from your eyes

maybe you're fighting, maybe he got stressed and said something in the heat of moment, whatever it is, he's immediately forgotten about what he was mad about and he's by your side, floods of apologies coming from his mouth and gloved hands taking yours

he just kinda pulls you into his chest and holds you for a moment and my GOD he wants the world to swallow him up because he loves you more than anything in the world and he normally hates whoever makes you cry but right now it's him

truth is, you know din and you know that he would never do anything to intentionally hurt you so as far as apologies go, it's one you accept pretty quickly

he's gonna apologise for like a week after that

even if it becomes annoying

poe dameron

poe just sort of freezes and has this "oh fuck" look on his face

"oh god, don't cry. please don't cry. did i make you cry? oh my god. i made you cry."

and then he probably starts crying too

because he always wants to cry when you cry but the fact that he's the one responsible for it? woo boy

he swallows it down though and doesn't let you see because he doesn't want to seem like he's taking away from what he's done

his immediate reaction is to want to hug you, but he waits for a moment to see if you'll let him because he doesn't know if you're gonna swing at him tbh

if you let him, he holds you fucking tight. he doesn't apologise then and there, though, not until things have calmed down - normally a few moments later - that he says sorry and you know it's from the bottom of his heart

he goes out his way over the next few days to make it up to you; flowers, dinner, a romantic trip to a distant planet, but above all, he makes an active effort to never let it happen again

and that's what matters most

finn

honestly finn looks like a kicked puppy

because he tries so hard to never argue with you or get mad EXACTLY FOR THIS REASON and he has failed in his attempts and oh lord he wants to die

he doesn't jump immediately to apologising, mostly because he wants you to say what you need to say and he doesn't want to talk over you

and he listens!! he wants to know what he did and what he said so that it never happens again

then he apologises, and it's always straight to the point but still eloquent and meaningful

finn isn't gonna be the kinda guy who apologises for days (oh, din) or goes out his way to shower you in sorry gifts (ah, poe) because mostly he just wants to move on from it and get back to a good place with you but it's like...not in a way that he forgets about it??

it's more of a thing that he hates things being off with you. like it literally kills him inside. so he encourages you to both move forward and get back to the good stuff.

but he also makes it clear that he has learnt from it

han solo

han literally doesn't know what to do. he can barely handle people crying at the best of times but when a) it's you and b) you're crying because of him?

his immediate reaction is to run, because it's han and he always wants to peg it away from every single issue but his chest hurts at the idea and it hurts even more when he knows he's the bastard that made you cry

he just goes silent and is kinda 🧍‍♂️for a second because his brain is computing but then he realises that he does know what to do when you cry and that's attack the thing that upset you

then he realises that he can't do that and goes "well i can't fucking blast myself, so i don't really know what to do right now" and it's stupid and dumb and oh my god han read the fucking room but at least it breaks the ice a little bit and you smile

because, despite everything and despite han being...well, han, you know he's trying his best and the fact he's even still in front of you is actually something of a miracle

that's your cue to rip into him, by the way, because even if you're crying it is canon that the only way to get han solo to listen to you is to tear him a new one (or three) so he will stand there and take the bollocking

after that, he apologises. han isn't good with words so it's a little bit spacey and awkward but the intent is there

but he also makes it abundantly clear that he never means to hurt you and you know, from the bottom of his heart, that he means it

luke skywalker

luke literally stops in his tracks and he's holding you immediately and going "i didn't mean that, i really didn't mean that, please don't hate me"

literally his entire facade his gone - the stubbornness, whatever he's arguing about - just disappears and he realises immediately that none of it is worth making you cry

so the man is literally holding you before your tears even start and he's already apologising over and over

he does want to listen to you though and hear what you have to say, so he's all ears

tbh, it's hard to stay angry at luke for long because you know he's completely pure intentioned and good hearted but you can absolutely opt to give him the silent treatment or take space for as long as you need and he will let you do it

after that, he buys you flowers and will make it up to you in every way he knows how

obi-wan kenobi

out of everyone on the list, obi-wan is the one who is the most shooketh to his core when he realises that he's made you cry

because he's so chivalrous and loving and might as well live to serve you so the idea that he's hurt you is quite possibly his greatest fear come true

his immediate reaction is to give you space. he'll apologise first and let you know that he's ready to talk whenever you are, simply because he doesn't want to overstep or push you to make up until you're ready

but as soon as you are, he's all ears and listening to everything you have to say

again - and i feel like i'm saying this for every character here lol - you know that he'd never hurt you intentionally and although that's the main, the proof is in the pudding when he actively listens to you and makes an effort to avoid it happening again

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hanasnx · 1 month

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nose-riding.

MINORS DNI 18+

"Don't get shy on me now," HAN SOLO chides, those big hands clamped on your thighs to make sure you stay pinned where you belong. Your hesitance is demonstrated through the tremble in your legs, wrestling with the instinct to hover over his mouth while his strength overpowers you, muscling you into your seat. “the fuck are you going?”

“Han, give me a second.” you plea through a whimper, but he yanks you down, his lips kissing the ones between your legs as the roughness of his shaved face scrape your soft tissue.

“Mm-mm,” he denies, muffled by your flesh as his mouths your folds, enveloping them in wet warmth that makes your eyes flutter. Thick arms lock around your thighs, cords of muscle swollen atop your lap, taking advantage of your position to jostle you gently over him. A rhythm is set, one your body adapts to within seconds, obeying his silent command to grind. The new sensation that comes with wetting his entire face with your slick tightens your grip on the headboard, releasing a burst of air in a gasp as you chase that growing feeling in the pit of your stomach. Encouraging groans sound underneath you, seemingly enjoying this just as much as you, heightening in volume as your enthusiasm becomes clearer.

Juices drip down his chin and the sides of his face as you ride it, listening to the sounds of sex fill the room as he continues to liven your efforts with his flexing biceps, rocking you on him with fervor that you meet with eager cooperation. He ducks his head, straining his neck from the weight of a body on it, but he ignores the pain, reaching his tongue to circle your hole, shoving it in. A sharp keen is drawn from you, one so vulnerable it rips you out of the trance. Another wave of heat is swift to bloom on your cheeks, and briefly you slow to cover your mouth in embarrassment. It's reprimanded as quickly as it occurred, Han's massive hand swatting the fat of your ass to imprint the colored shape of his scold. You yelp, jumping forward that brushes your clit against the tip of his nose.

The feeling introduced to you shoots electricity up your spine, and you follow it. You aim your hips just as he angles his head, reading your mind. He nuzzles your bud, puffy from stimulation, as his tongue traces the outline of your sex. One of those powerful and low moans of his, vibrating you, is enough to corral you to the edge. Your hips quicken, grinding down, desiring more and more pressure as your swirl your clit around his nose. You can feel him surge as he tugs you down—it's a wonder how he's not suffocating yet—desperate lips latching onto your delicate tissues, swiping side to side on your sex, painting himself with your new layer of cream. One hand releases the headboard to fist his hair to which he groans obscenely about. Your fist tightens, digging him into your hungry sex, letting him devour you as you direct him.

Since you're going at it on your own, he unlocks you, those callused hands running up your body, molding your pretty flesh in his grasp as he wanders your torso and chest. He gives your tits a hearty squeeze, pinching your nips between his thick fingers, before running down your back so he can get at your ass, groping you.

"Just like that, Han, almost there, just like that," you whisper, winded from effort, riding his face without a shred of inhibition. Your clit swipes across the bridge of his nose, hitting the bone, and your cry out as the coil snaps. Sweet juices flood, pouring out of you, drowning Han just like he wanted. Arms wrap around your hips, keeping you moving while your orgasm takes you over, squeezing your eyes shut as your body locks up like its got a mind of its own. He's not gonna let you chicken out, forcing you to keep grinding, overstimulating your abused clit. Even your fist banging haphazardly against the headboard, nails of your other hand digging into his scalp doesn't deter him. Choked noises of pain and pleasure release from deep within your gut, and the violent spurts of your pussy gradually slow to a stop. Your hole flutters, and carefully he lifts your leg for you, pushing you to lean to one side so he can extract himself. He envelopes you in his arms, tucking you into his chest as you breathe hard.

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ddejavvu · 8 months

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han solo x shy!reader has so much potential to be so cute omg. imagine him being totally soft and doting on shy!you and then someone walks in and they’re like???? who is this guy and what has he done to han?????

Han's thick fingers click the latch of your bracelet into place, the gleaming silver looking out of place in his hands that are marred with grease stains. He's been careful to wipe the oil from his fingertips so that he doesn't soil your jewelry, but he's done it on his shirt, so there's streaks of grease you know are never going to come out of the white muscle tee he's in.

"There," He mumbles, letting go of the chain he'd been fumbling with and watching as the bracelet looses tension around your wrist, "That good?"

You deliberate for a moment, grinning guiltily at him as he waits for your reply, "Can you make it just a little tighter?"

"Sure thing, sweetheart," He drawls, sending only a lazy smile back. You'd been preparing yourself for a nasty quip, something about how picky you are, or about how he thinks the bracelet is ugly anyways. But all he does is reach for it again, hooking the clasp through a ring three away from the one he'd put it in before.

Now it's tighter around your wrist, only a little give in the chain.

"Thanks, Han," You grin, and his eyes flatten out, scrunching as he returns the expression.

You'd almost forgotten about Chewbacca, but when the wookiee lets out an amused roar from behind his copilot, you peer around Han's head at him.

"What did he say?" You ask Han, whose expression sours as he glares at the wookiee.

"Nothing." Han snaps, "He said he's gonna get to work rewiring the cockpit controls, because if he doesn't, I'll make him sleep in the smuggling compartments."

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lovelybucky1 · 6 months

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Pass the Time

Kinktober Day 15: Praise Kink

warnings: AFAB!reader, vaginal fingering, fwb(?), dirty talk, smei-public sex, 18+ minors dni, inspired by @hanasnx's han dirty talk thoughts

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You sit in the cockpit of the Millennium Falcon with your feet kicked up on the control panel in front of you. Han and Chewie sit in the seats closest to the windshield in similar positions.

You're bored out of your goddamn mind. Traveling from Tatooine to Dantooine takes forever, even in hyperspace. You're crossing the whole galaxy to get to the rebel base, but right now on the ship, you have nothing to do but wait.

You groan loudly and Han tilts his head back to glare at you. His arms are crossed over his chest and his eyes are half lidded like he was on the brink of sleep before you disturbed him.

"What's wrong?" Han asks, clearly annoyed.

"I'm bored," you say with a groan.

Han rolls his eyes while he sits up and spins around his chair to face you. He is slouched in the seat, legs spread obnoxiously wide.

"You can play cards with Chewie," he suggests, looking over at his furry friend. Chewie grunts in response. "Shut up, they don't cheat."

You narrow your eyes at the back of Chewie's head. If anyone cheats, it's him. "I don't wanna play cards."

"You could mop the floors." You cross your arms and give him an unimpressed look. "I don't know what to tell you, kid. I can't make this thing go any faster."

You groan again, leaning your head back against the chair. Han closes his eyes again, still facing you, trying to resume the sleep that you interrupted.

Making yourself busy is a difficult task on a ship full of nothing but nuts and bolts. You spun around in the chair for a while, considered taking a nap, and now you've taken to drumming a rhythm on the armrests of your seat.

"If you're gonna be a pain in my ass this whole time, you can wait in the cargo hold," he says, voice gruff.

His voice breaking the silence scared you but you quickly recover. "There's nothing to do on this rust bucket. What do you do to pass the time normally?"

Han stays silent but raises his eyebrows at you suggestively. Your face curls into an expression of disgust. "Not in my seat, I hope."

"Everywhere, sweetheart," he smirks.

Han turns back around and you're left to wait some more. Eventually Chewie retires to his bunk for a nap, and you take his spot next to Han.

The unending silence got you thinking, Maybe Han's way of passing the time wouldn't be so bad. Being bored does make you horny, and it's not a terrible way to kill some time, especially if you did it together. He's an attractive guy and it's always better with someone else, right? At the very least, you know he can please a woman based on the stories he tells when he's drunk.

"Han." His eyes flick over to you. "I have something we could try."

He stretches out his legs and turns to face you with a neutral expression. "What's that."

"We could..." he looks at you expectantly. Honestly, you thought he would pick up on your intention before you had to spell it out for him. Now you're not sure exactly what you want to ask for.

"We could, what?"

"You could help me... you know," you say, raising your eyebrows trying to signal to him your meaning.

"I'm not quite followin' you," he says, but the slight smirk on his lips makes you think he's playing dumb.

"You could help me get off," you blurt out.

A slow grin forms on Han's lips and he allows his thighs to part even further. "Well shit, kid, why didn't you just say so in the first place? Could've saved us all that time just then."

Han pats his thigh and you get up from your seat and step over to him. You perch yourself on his thigh and he wraps his arm around your middle to keep you stable.

Being close to Han like this should feel weird. You've been nothing but platonic up until now, but he's looking at you like this isn't the first time he's pictured you in his lap.

"You really wanna fuck me or are you just bored and horny?" he asks as his fingertips trace circles on your thigh.

"Will my answer change the outcome?" you ask.

"No," he smirks.

Han grabs your hips and positions you so you're straddling his thighs. His hands then drift down to your ass and he gropes you shamelessly, not caring when you roll your eyes in his face. He touches all over you and while his large, calloused hands feel nice, it isn't taking the edge off.

"I thought you were helping me get off," you say.

"I can't play with your pussy if your clothes are on, sweetie," he says smugly.

You stand up and begin to strip. You feel a little nervous under Han's gaze, but he's drinking you in like you're the best thing he's ever seen. You know that's far from the truth; he's fucked princesses and queens and every beautiful woman on every planet.

Before you have the chance to turn back around to face Han, he is pressed up against your back and walking you forward to the control panel.

His hand is splayed across your stomach and his chin tucked over your shoulder. "Always knew you had a nice ass," he says in your ear.

He slides his hand down your front to the apex of your thighs. His fingers tease along your mound, dipping low enough to get your heart racing but not enough to quell the rapidly building ache.

"You want it, pretty girl?" he asks. You nod, but apparently that's not enough for him. "Nah, you gotta use your words. If you can't be a big girl and tell me what you want then you don't deserve it."

You sigh and lean back against his chest. You can faintly see your reflection in the windshield, but it's hard to see with the bright lights of hyperspace behind the glass.

"I want you to make me cum."

You can feel Han smirk against your neck as his fingers slide down between your lips. "Shit, you're wet already. Have you been workin' yourself up over there this whole time or do I just do it for you?"

"Shut up," you breathe.

Han's finger makes contact with your clit and you gasp. Noticing that you're sensitive there, he avoids the area so he can save it for the grand finale. He touches every inch of your cunt, swiping his fingers through your wet folds and dragging the mess around.

"What's a good girl like you doin' with a needy pussy like this?" he asks. "'s enough to make me fall in love."

You elbow Han in the side but he only laughs. Mercifully, he dips his finger into your cunt and eases it inside, allowing you to get used to the stretch of his large finger. He groans into your ear like he's starring in some cheesy holo porn, but you can't deny that the rasp of his voice is hot.

"You don't love me," you say.

"Not yet. As soon as I get my dick in this cunt I'm gonna, though."

He fucks you with his finger slowly and the drag of it against your sweet spot makes you curl with pleasure. Even with one finger he has this much of an effect on you. You can't imagine what his dick would do to you.

He works you up to fitting a second finger inside, but it's a tight fit. You're cunt squeezes around his fingers as he tries to scissors them in an attempt to open you up.

"Tight as a fuckin' vice, aren't you, baby? You're not a virgin, are you?" You shake your head no and give a small whine in response. "Didn't think so, but what a fuckin' idea that is, huh? Pretty little girl saving herself for the smuggler who can show her a good time."

Han's lips attach to the skin underneath your ear, sucking a hickey shamelessly onto your skin. You squirm, but the arm around your waist keeps you from getting far.

"Don't run from me, sweetheart. I'm being good to you, don't you think?"

"Uhhuh," you reply.

"Damn, kid. Just a little fingering and you go dumb on me?" Han curls his fingers and rubs them against your g-spot while his thumb rubs circles over your clit.

You can feel your walls fluttering aroud his fingers and you know you're getting close. Han's hand grips your hip tightly and the possession and roughness he's displaying serves to bring you to the edge quicker.

"Han," you whine.

"Cum on my fingers, kid. Get 'em soaked like a good girl," he says. "Make Daddy proud."

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dailydragon08 · 3 months

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headcanon post idea: everyone’s reactions when you tell them you’re proud of them (ex. after a tough mission or bc they’ve been having a hard time mentally/emotionally)

Although she’s used to the spotlight from being royalty and a revered leader in the rebellion, Leia isn’t very used to genuine praise. She’s usually the one praising someone else (or yelling at them, more likely) and the most she’s gotten in the last few years is a quick “good work” when she delivered the plans for the first Death Star before the Battle of Yavin. So when you first make her look you in the eye and genuinely tell her that you’re proud of her, she freezes for a minute. The last time she really heard that from someone who meant it was her parents, so it hits her a bit harder than she expected and she doesn’t completely know what to do with the feeling. She’s so used to being the rock for everyone else – and keeping her inner thoughts a secret was part of her job and how she stayed safe for a long time – that she takes a while to show any sort of big emotion in front of people, and even then will only do so in private. She gives you a small smile, nod, and quiet thanks before redirecting the attention to you, how much you helped, and says how she’s proud of you. But she will concede to an “I’m proud of us” before giving your shoulder an affectionate squeeze.

Luke also hasn’t heard a genuine “I’m proud of you” in a long time (not that the OT gang isn’t proud of him, they just typically don’t say it in words), but he tends to be a bit more emotionally available than his sister on a more regular basis. He can’t keep the emotion off his face and for a second, you’re afraid you said the wrong thing as his big, blue eyes start getting glassy. It means the galaxy to him, especially from someone who knows everything that happened with Owen, Beru, his father, and the emperor, not to mention all the weight on his shoulders in regard to rebuilding the Jedi Order from scratch. He collects himself soon after, but still gives you a warm smile and “thank you” before wrapping you in a tight hug. He tells you he’s proud of you as well and there isn’t anyone else he’d rather have on his team, holding the hug for a bit longer than you expected (but you, of course, would never be the first to let go).

Han pretends to be affection-averse, even though he isn’t – but, hey, he’s got a reputation to maintain. He splutters for a minute before recovering and saying something along the lines of, “Yeah, I am aware how awesome I am, kid, and I’m glad you’ve finally realized it, too. Ya know, I’m gonna remind you that you acknowledged my greatness next time you get on me for somethin’ – in fact, here,” he holds his comm right in front of your mouth and hits record, “why don’t you say that again so I have some proof?” You bat the comm away and tell him how insufferable he is before you both go back to what you were doing before. But, when he thinks you’re not looking, you can see the dopiest smile across his face.

Lando takes it the most in stride. He looks surprised for a minute, before smiling, thanking you, and putting a hand on your shoulder and giving it an affection squeeze and light shake. “You’re not so bad yourself,” he says before remarking on how you two make a great team, even going so far as to list specifics of exactly why you work so well together. He wraps his arm around your shoulders as the two of you walk back to base, a new spring in his step that you can’t deny is adorable.

Chewie (platonic) immediately says something in Shyriiwook that you think (hope?) sounds happy before enveloping you in a bear hug that almost crushes your ribs. You hang on for dear life, half laughing and half struggling to breathe, patting the Wookiee’s back before begging him to put you down before he accidentally crushes you. He mumbles something that almost sounds like the cadence of an apology in his language before setting you down and affectionately petting your head.

R2D2 (platonic) chirps, whistles, and wobbles on his two outer legs happily and is then adorably glued to your side the rest of the day. Han and Lando tease you about how you’ve found yourself your own personal servant, but Leia and Luke think it’s adorable, and even Luke comments on how much R2 loves you when he’s out of earshot. C3PO translates at some point, telling you how much R2 appreciates the compliment and that he enjoys working with you before the astromech is zipping away again to refill your water bottle for the third time.

C3PO (platonic) gives you a surprised “oh, my” before thanking you profusely. He even gives you a little bow and says, “You’re too kind. I enjoy our work together as well and you do a marvelous job at everything you set your mind to.” You give him a smile and a thanks before turning back to what you were previously doing, laughing quietly to you overhear him walking down the hall going, “Oh, Master Luke, you won’t believe what just happened!”

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erosmutt · 17 days

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☆ thinkin' bout . . .

. . . han solo and anakin skywalker renovating your house! (PART ONE maybe?)

𖦹 insane fucking crossover. strong sweaty men, kinda sorta barely non-con, spitroasting, infidelity, face fucking, face slapping (with cocks), misogynistic han (my fav), reader is referred to as dishwasher once oops

𖦹 accompanied by Slip It In ⋆ Black Flag.

"look at you, little miss housewife, up in the kitchen. makin' sumn for us, doll?" Han asks, taking off his gloves and smacking them down onto the counter. he runs a hand through his sweaty hair, shaking his head, droplets of sweat falling onto the floor. Anakin, who was standing next to Han, rolls his eyes. "she's married."

you turn and look at them, a smile on your face as you gently suckle lemon juice off your fingers. "lemonade, boys. done already?"

it was a nice break - the sound of drilling and banging and hammering and yelling ceased momentarily. a reprieve from Han going 'dammit Skywalker!' every two minutes was very welcome.

"yeah, done already." Anakin confirms. He lifts his shirt, showing off his toned body, and wipes the sweat from his brow. "got the bathroom cabinets up good and sturdy."

you smile as you pour them both a glass of fresh lemonade. "here you go boys," you slide them across the counter. both took their glasses. Han knocked his back like a fucking shot, and Anakin gulped his down with a bit of pacing. they were both parched, having worked all day, especially since it was summertime. Han interjects with a satisfied 'ahh', and Anakin just licks his lips and sets the cup back onto the counter. "so," Han begins. "when's that no-good man a'yours comin' home? been on business for an awful long while, ain't he?"

Anakin rolls his eyes again. "fucking hell," he mutters under his breath. it was no secret that Han had a thing for you. when the men were working, Han would often tell Anakin his fantasies about you.

'god, that fuckin' dress. whorin' 'erself out, ain't she? might as well be wearin paint the way that thing holds onto 'er.' 'i think the dress is pretty.' 'it'd look even better on the fuckin' floor while i bend 'er over.' 'you're so... vulgar, man.' 'stays in the kitchen like a good woman too. got it in check, mhm. can cook and clean. my typa woman.'

this conversation happened only just before they were called to the kitchen for refreshments.

"how 'bout this, dollface," Han starts. "whip us up somethin' for dinner, eh? all that work," he reaches over and pats Anakin's stomach, making the shorter man grumble. "gots us all hungry." as if on cue, Anakin's tummy growls, making you giggle.

"i suppose i can. what d'you have a taste for, hm?" you ask, rinsing out their recently emptied glasses. Anakin can't help but smile. but as opposed to Han, who was waiting to see you as the cute dishwasher you were, Anakin thought you were really sweet for offering them a meal.

𔓘

"how was it?" you ask softly as you wash the dishes, house dress swishing as you suds up a plate. the smell in the house was a mix of carbonara and sawdust. Anakin sighs softly, fingers absentmindedly fiddling with his curls. "good." he gives you a smile. but it immediately falls as he sees his partner walk up to you. "Han," he says in a warning tone. it was too late. Han's hands were already on your hips, pulling you back into him as if you were his wife. Anakin groans. "here we go,"

you gasp, dropping the sponge into the sink and gripping the edge of the basin. "look at 'er Ani," Han reaches up and grips your face, forcing you to face Anakin, who gives you a look of sympathy. but you did look good with that innocent confused expression on your face... so he gets up and walks around the counter, watching your eyes widen with what was more than likely fear. it didn't matter, though, that look would be replaced with something else real soon.

soon, not knowing how, you were squatted down on your kitchen floor, hands on either man's cock. Anakin's cock was slimmer, while Han's was fatter. you look back and forth between them - Anakin had his eyes closed and lip being bitten into while Han had a shit-eating grin on his face. "open up sweetheart," Han tells you, stepping in front of you. Anakin follows his lead, and the two men smack their cocks on your face. "shit," Anakin hisses quietly as he rubs his pretty pink tip onto your lips.

Han pushes your hair out of your face and watches as you open your mouth. "tongue out like a good girl," he praises as his partner slides his cock into your warm, wet mouth. Anakin shudders and puts his hands on the back of your head, tangling his fingers into your hair.

"i got an idea, Skywalker." Han says. he taps Anakin's hip and the younger man pulls out of your mouth. Han pulls you up off the ground so you're standing. once you're on your feet, he picks you up. both you and Anakin watch with curiosity, until Han impales you on his cock, forcing himself in until he's buried to the hilt inside you. "ohh," he manhandles you with ease, leans you back, his large hands (and your legs around his waist) the only thing suspending you in midair. "now," he looks up at Anakin. "put it back in 'er mouth."

obeying, Anakin steps up to you, putting his hands underneath your shoulder blades for added support. "oh, god," he whines, voice breathy as he slides into your waiting mouth.

"good girl," Han praises. "takin' 'im good." him and Anakin look up at each other, Han flashes him a knowing smile, as if saying 'good job'. they were most definitely going to do this again the next day they came to fix up your house - and maybe, just maybe, Han would let Anakin fuck you too.

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harrisonbrainrot · 4 months

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Partition - Han x F!Reader

MDNI - 18+

This is fucking unadulterated smut.

Warnings: Daddy kink, exhibitionism

The club was dark, lit from below. The shadows cast on Han's face made him look more dark and brooding than he typically would. The rooms in the back were private, you could rent them by the hour. Hidden behind the curtain, it wasn't private but it was public enough to thrilling. Your knees almost ached as you pouted up at Han, his hand in your hair. Those calloused fingers traced down your cheek and jaw. Your hands slid up his inner thighs, they were big and strong and oh so warm. He looked dazed in the low light as he watched you watch him. Han's thumb traced your plush bottom lip, his hand could cradle your whole face it seemed. Without breaking eye contact, your mouth took his thumb into it's wet warmth. His lips parted as he felt your tongue, velvety and soft, and pursed when he felt you suck it. The moment was broken by a half muffled squeal from the otherside of the wall, it quickly turned into obscene moans. Both you and Han turned to look at the wall then back at each other. He pulled his hand away and laughed a bit, the smile that cracked this darker version of him. The music was deep and pulsing, the bass could be felt in both of your chests, like a shared heartbeat. "Sounds like someone's havin' a good time, right sweetheart?" You nodded dumbly, still focused on his thighs as your hands inched and reached higher. "Could be us.." You grinned up at him as his large hand brushed your hair back from your face. He gently fisted it as you brought your lips to his clothed inner thigh. Han's hooded gaze didn't leave you when the neighbors' moans turned to harsh whines, the rhythmic pounding next door wasn't lost on you two.

"She sounds like she's dying.." Han bit back a laugh at your comment, shaking his head.

"Wanna show 'em how it's done, baby?" You nodded eagerly, feeling his hand tighten on your curls. He pulled you closer, your warm cheek hot against his dick. He held you there for a moment, somehow growing harder between the music and booze and the show being put on next door. Han was competitive, he knew you sounded and fucked better than that other girl. He sighed at your open mouthed kisses and soft palms as you mapped him out under his pants. His zipper felt painfully tight and confining, you were far from helping. His free hand wrapped around your wrist, halting your ministrations. "Don't tease, it's rude." He chastised flatly, his brow pinched together.

"Sorry, daddy.." You weren't. You perched your chin on the top of his thigh, blinking innocently up at him.

"No, you're not... I'll forgive you as quick as I can fuck you." That sent your fine ass into gear, you pushed yourself up with the help of his strong thighs. Your front brushed against his as you angled yourself up to his neck. The muscles under the skin of his neck tensed as he bit back a groan. You sucked the skin between your teeth which earned a warning hand on the back of your neck. Rough fingers pressed in at the nape of your neck as Han puffed. "Easy does it." He wasn't above being marked but he had a point to make to the noisy couple. He stood quickly, earning a soft squeak of surprise from you as he walked you to the other side of the room. The whole room was lined with a singular U shaped booth, he took you from the far bend to the shared wall. Han turned you slowly, pressing his cock to your ass. His hands slid to your hips before reaching up your spine to fold you against the wall. "Let's show 'em how you really fuck."

Han knelt behind you, pulling your pants down to your knees, his hands reverently squeezing the globe of your ass. He sunk his teeth to the underside of the cheek, one hand sliding up your tailbone as the other found purchase holding the back of your knee. The pads of his fingers traced back down your panties. A soft hum escaped him as he felt how damp you'd grown. "You like hearin' 'em fuck or are you just eager to show 'em up?"

"Can it be both?" You looked over your shoulder at Han, who was watching you expectantly. That made him smirk, he really liked you. You'd taken everything in stride, everything he'd thrown at you.

"I suppose it can, I just like hearin' you ask for it.." His hot mouth placed tender kisses down the back of your thigh, his hands gripped the sides of your ass.

"Please? Let's show them up, c'mon, daddy.." Your words punctuated with a wiggle of your hips, catching his attention. Han leaned forward, pushing your panties to the side. His thick finger swiping a deliberate path between your folds.

"If you're all primed and ready to go.. don't see why not." And you were, you wanted him ever since he set the precedent of this being a competition. He wasn't one to pass up a chance at tasting his sweet girl. He slipped them down your thighs, pushing your pants to rest at your ankles. You stepped out of them kicking them off to the side, Han took advantage of your spread legs to dive in. His mouth on you took you by surprise, your face pressed to the wall as you jumped.

"Han." You muttered lamely, an attempt at scolding him. It died as a warning the second he gave your cunt a harsh suck, his tongue parting you. He lapped at you for a moment, his hands spreading your soft cheeks for better access. "Fuck." A soft, low moan escaped your lips and he pulled away with a laugh.

"Gotta be louder than that, baby. They can't hear you." His fingers replaced his tongue, slowly teasing before burying his index and middle fingers knuckle deep in your warmth. He worked them slowly, dragging them against your walls like he was pulling the moans right from your pussy. It was working, the moans leaving your throat came from within your chest. Your cheek pressed against the cool wall as your hands braced against it, fingers flexing to try and anchor yourself. It ended too soon, Han stood and before you could turn to see what he was doing you heard his belt. A very familiar clink of metal you'd grown accustomed to over the course of your relationship. His hand braced against the small of your back, finger tapping one of the dimples there, almost impatiently. The only one making him wait was himself. You glanced back to see his cock in his hand.

It wasn't an unfamiliar sight, you'd seen him hold it before. In the shower, when you got undressed before you fucked, but this was different. His chin to his chest, watching his hands stroke himself. His chest rising in tight breaths as his palm raked along his length, fingers flexing out. He absent-mindedly slid his dick between his index and middle finger, spreading you along himself. He readjusted, running them along the underside of it, before gripping himself. He shook his head, his hair bounced while he collected and steadied himself. His hand traveled smoothly up your spine, grabbing your shoulder while he lined himself with you. He pressed the leaking head of his cock up against your weeping pussy, collecting all she had to offer before pressing himself slowly into you. Inch by decadent inch, he stretched and filled you. A simultaneous shudder ran down both your spines and you had no choice but to arch into it. Han let out a soft breath, the whole thing quickly becoming more erotic than he could manage. He had a mission, a job to do. Beat the neighbors, those freaks.

With a singular harsh thrust, he had you flush to the wall and fucked a gasp out of you. He was big and with that kind of power came a sense of responsibility that he decided to shirk all in the name of proving he was better. That you were better. His hips snapped and with each fluid motion a harsh moan left your pretty mouth. It was enough the the noises on the other side of the wall fizzled out for a moment, like they other couple had to strategize. At least, that's how Han took it. He took the moment of silence to pull out completely with each thrust. The noises that left you went from moans to loud groans and whines. He filled you in such a delightful way that when you weren't fucking, you felt empty. You felt complete with his cock buried to the hilt in you. That hot coil tightening within you as you knew what he was doing. Han wasn't quiet himself, he had much to contribute. Dropping delightfully crude praises loud enough for everyone to hear, let alone the wallmates.

"You're too tight, girl. You'd think after this you'd be more used to this, but I can't seem to wrap my head around this pretty pussy of yours." Any words he said to you flooded your core, you dripped down your thighs each time he pulled back. The wet slap of skin against skin was a turn on enough but hearing Han's groans mixed in were too much. His blunt nails digging into your skin as he held on for leverage fueling a flame you were both familiar with. The impending wave of your orgasm was clear in how high and tight your voice was becoming, the way you fluttered and clamped down around Han like a "Fuckin' vice, baby, you got me good.." and every nerve ending was ablaze. Sweat coated both of you, the warm club and still mostly clothed bodies weren't helping.

Your free hand instinctively went to your dripping cunt, in hopes of finding a foothold in your pleasure, only for Han to smack your hand away. His hand left your shoulder to hold your hair in a tight fist as an arm wrapped around your middle. He pulled you back against him, standing you up, so he could kiss your neck. "Grand finale, baby? Make 'em want an encore." His hand slid down your sweat slick navel, finding your clit. It took little work, Han knew you well enough to know what was the right amount of pressure, the right rhythm. Just a few quick touches and your hands were in his hair, legs quivering and you were finished. A loud breathy moan and a shudder and you were dripping down his nuts. The feeling alone of your tight cunt keeping him sucked in was enough for him to pump you full of his ropes. His head fell back with an obscene groan, his hands held your hips in a death grip. For a minute, the building fell away, it was quiet and blissful, a state of euphoria. It was long-lived, as the people in the other room banged on the door.

"Are you fuckin' done, you animals? Your hour is up."

Han laughed loudly, inspecting the hand prints on your hips, feeling your weight against his chest. He placed soft kisses on your shoulder before looking around for anything to help with the mess. Thankfully, a sex club comes decently stocked, and he leaned over, grabbing a towel. He pulled out after handing you one, to minimize the mess. He dropped onto the couch with a loud groan, legs spread, head back, pants around his knees. When you dropped next to him, he wrapped you up with his arm and kissed your temple. "Think we beat 'em?"

You giggled softly tucking yourself into his side with a nod. "Oh, absolutely. We fucked so good they had to smoke a cigarette."

#han solo imagines #han solo x reader #han solo/reader #han solo smut #han solo imagine #ignore me posting this and forgetting to TAG IT.#lmao sorry im dumb as FUCK.

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blue-sadie · 8 months

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Prince Charming

Imagine:

Han flirting with you every chance he got and not getting himself anywhere because you were acting hard to get intill one night you finally let him in.

"Oh fuck if I knew you would be this good I would've worked harder but I do gotta say the prince charming act is not for me"

#star wars imagine #star wars #star wars x reader #star wars x reader smut #star wars smut #star wars smut imagine #han solo #han solo smut #han solo x reader #han solo x reader smut #han solo imagine #han solo smut imagine

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gurlbesimpin · 1 year

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do you write for star wars?

can u do han solo hcs sfw and nsfw

sure! i think han is so hot omg

SFW:

we all know, han can be cocky- i mean he is the definition of cockyness, however he'll warm up to you a little. emphasis on little- most likely your relationship starts after he realizes his more-than-confusing feelings towards you. He'll ask luke and even chewie for advice even though he is considered a ladies man. for the longest time, he was what people call a fuckboy, but with you it seems different, his goal isn't just to get into your pants, but something more. something...romantic?

he'll invite you for nights out to the cantina, paying for all your drinks and will even offer you an all exclusive ride on his baby, the millennium falcon. He'll take you out to buy anything and everything you could want, and ever wanted. He'll spoil you rotten just to get on your sweet side. He really, doesn't. know. how. to. do this in a considerably "normal" way? he'd only get girls/boys with money or the promise of a free ride, but that's it. nothing serious.

once things between you evolve into an actual relationship, he calls himself the luckiest man alive. Will wake you every morning with a sweet kiss

he loves to hang out and just- talk.

loves cuddling, even thought he might not seem like the type to like it much. he secretly does, you'll find him nuzzling up against you when you fall asleep

will try cooking for you, but fails and will just take you out for dinner

many, many cantina dates

will teach you how to fly the millennium falcon

loves when you wear his clothes, and i mean LOVES

he's the type of guy who you'll ask for 5 bucks, and he'll give you 100. He's extra okay? but damn, you love it

still a little cocky though, will brag about all kinds of things and will pretend not to care too much about you around others- but you know that it's far from the truth

NSFW:

big dick. 8 inches, a little hair maybe, also girth- the girth is amazing.

And yes- if h catches you drooling over his bulge he'll bring the classic "like what you see?" if it was anyone else you'd slap them- but with han it's just different

this man studied eating pussy/sucking cock, like- he has a dam degree in it. he'll make you squirm and scream his name within a minute

is a tease- like a huge tease. he'll realize you're cumming and he'll just- stop or slow down. all for the slight satisfaction he gets out of seeing the annoyance in your eyes

will then proceed to annihilate your poor senses. he'll suck/lick/fuck the best he can until you cum at least twice in a row

but dont think he doesn't like receiving- oh no.

when you suck his thick cock, his hands will most likely find leverage on your head, forcing you further down onto his tasty cock

he loves seeing and feeling you choke around him

loves cumming down your throat, will also praise you on how good you are for swallow, but wont hate you for spitting out every one and awhile

han has a plethora of kinks, some include:

degration {mainly towards you}: will call you a cumslut, a desperate whore, dirty boy/girl

daddy kink

bondage {both}

orgasm denial {you}

spanking {you}

choking {mostly you, but he'll let you choke him if you top him, which is rare}

hair pulling {his}

very slight, humiliation

voyerism {loves watching you masturbate}

will 100% fuck you on the millennium falcon every one and awhile

#star wars #han solo #han solo x reader #han solo smut #han solo imagine #harrison ford

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ave09 · 9 months

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han x reader where the reader is a crewmate on the falcon? :0

and han proposes to them maybe? :0

i loved writing this!! i hope you like it!

marry me

han solo x reader

note: this one’s just so cute-

“i tell you, one day, this ship’s gonna explode or something and we’re all gonna die.” you mumbled. han glanced back at you, pointing a finger, “how dare you talk that way about my baby!”

you rolled your eyes, crossing your arms over your chest, “whatever,” you muttered. you watched as han set the ship onto an autopilot mode, before turning his chair to face you, beckoning over. hesitantly, you walked towards him.

he then snaked his arms around your waist, pulling you into his lap. “hi baby.” he greeted, leaning in and kissing you softly. “i thought the falcon was your baby?” you deadpanned, mainly trying to mess with him.

“well she is, but y’know what you are?” you stared at him expectantly, curious of what he was going to say.

knowing han, it could either be snarky and cocky or nice and sweet.

his arms hugged your waist a bit, his head resting upon your shoulder as he spoke, his voice low, “you… are… my love,” he kissed your shoulder. “my sweetheart,” he kissed your collarbone, “my angel,” he kissed your neck. “my sunshine,” he kissed your cheek. “my princess,” he kissed your nose.

“and my darling love of my life,” han turned your head slightly, capturing your lips, kissing you deeply. his words resonated through you, making you feel warm and loved.

“oh han,” you whispered, gazing at him, kissing him again, your arms snaking around his neck, melting into the kiss.

he pulled away again, a small smile on his lips, “marry me.” you furrowed your brows, “what?” you asked.

“you heard me, sweetheart.”

you leaned back slightly, eyes widening, “are you serious?” you asked. he nodded, “yes, i want you to marry me.”

a soft smile tugged at your lips as he continued, “i don’t have a ring or anything, not right now. but i will, i promise i’ll get you one to wear on your pretty little finger. but, i want to do this baby. i want to do this with you.”

one of his hands found your left hand, tapping the ring finger where a wedding band would eventually rest, “right there. something simple, i know you aren’t one for flashy diamonds. at least not for missions or anything, maybe i’d get you a nice diamond for special occasions.”

you smiled brightly.

“so, what do you say? will you marry me?”

you nodded, “yes.”

he seemed taken aback by your answer, “yes?”

you nodded again, “yes, han. i will marry you.”

#harrison ford x reader #harrison ford #harrison ford movies #indiana jones #han solo #young harrison ford #indiana jones x reader #star wars #han solo x reader #han solo fanfic #han solo imagine

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chasingstardustandmoonbeams · 3 months

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I loved your last Han writing! Could you please do this one? “I can’t concentrate, when you look at me like that.” “Well, you should be concentrating on me instead, so...”

Word Count: 395

Warnings: None

You watched as Han continued to work on patching up the falcon. You perched on a nearby crate, your head resting in the palm of your hand. You let out a sigh, your fingers gently drumming against your leg.

You shifted your weight slightly, leaning back a bit. Your foot gently tapping on the floor. You let out another sigh, you spared a glance at Han again, you could see his shoulders tense.

You got up from the crate, roaming around the small space, picking up random objects. Eventually, you gave up, leaning against an open spot where Han was working.

You opened your mouth to speak, but Han turned to you first. "What? What?" He asked clearly agitated.

You clamped your mouth shut, though not surprised at his reaction, you had been trying to get a rise from him.

"Nothing," you replied, shifting comfortably and looking at Han. "Please continue," you smiled, enjoying having Han roll his eyes at you in exasperation.

"Oh, thanks for the permission, sweetheart," he grumbled.

You simple smiled in return, watching him intently. You hadn't noticed how his brow furrowed when he was intensely concentrated. His tongue poking against his cheek and he soldered some wires.

Han let out a grumble, turning to fully face you. "I can't concentrate with you looking at me like that."

"Like what?" you asked, playing innocent.

"You know exactly what I'm talking about," he pointed an accusatory finger at you.

"Well, maybe I-"

Han stepped closer to you, the gap between you both almost non existent.

"Maybe you, what?"

"Maybe you should be concentrating on me instead," you said coyly. Enjoying the look on Han's face as he put your words together in his mind.

"Oh," Han managed to get out. The usual confident expression on his face replaced with an unusual diffident one.

"I mean, what does it take to get the attention of Han Solo?" you smiled, your playfulness being replaced by genuine affection.

Han puffed up a bit more, the mirth returning to his eyes. "Well, all ya had to do was ask."

He leaned down to kiss you, but you placed a hand on his chest stepping back. A look of confusion spread across his face.

"You're gonna have to work for it now," you teased, running in the opposite direction.

"Oh, you're on," Han said running after you.

#han solo x you #han solo imagine #han solo x reader #han solo imagines #star wars imagine #star wars x reader #star wars x you #star wars imagines

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dameronology · 1 year

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star wars boys and having to share a bed with you? 🙌

i feel like some fluff is needed after all the angst lately icl (this is like in a pre-established relationship scenario <3)

includes din, poe, finn, han, luke & obi-wan

the mandalorian/din djarin

sharing a bed with din is like being in the safest place in the world. he absolutely has to be the one to be closest to the door and more often than not, he'll wrap his entire body around yours both out of affection and protection. if he's comfy enough to share a bed with you, it sort of feels axiomatic that he's comfy enough to sleep with the armour off too, but in the earlier stages of your relationship you might have to deal with it being on all the time. after a while, though, it'll be shed before he gets into bed. din is an incredibly warm person so it's always pretty toasty too, even without him acting like a human blanket. his favourite way to sleep is with his back pressed to yours, arms looped around your front and legs tangled together.

poe dameron

poe is a cuddler. there's no two ways of going about it and it's not exclusive to you either - actually, there's a reason that most his colleagues want two beds on a stakeout, as opposed to being dragged into dameron's arms against their will at nighttime. obviously, you mind a lot less than them - it's something you come to struggle sleeping without, actually - but just expect for him to always be holding you. even if you move to the other side of bed and jut your limbs out, the man is still gonna find a way to pull you back into his arms. his favourite way to sleep is facing you, head buried underneath your chin, one arm underneath you and the other over you.

finn

finn spent most of his life sleeping in tiny military cots in the first order, so when you first share a bed it's like sleeping next to a corpse that simply will not move. so, in the early stages of your relationship you sort of have to work yourself around him but the more he gets used to it, the more receptive he is to being touchy at night. he's generally quite light with his touches - usually just a hand on your hip or his head on your shoulder - but when one of you has been away for a while or life is a little tense, he definitely becomes clingier.

han solo

han solo manspreads at night. he hanspreads. you could have a kingsize bed and he could take up 99% of it. it makes sharing a bed with him difficult at first but the closer you become, the closer he likes to be at you tonight. after that, the problem is not so much sleeping around han as it is avoiding han at night, because you normally wake up to find that his entire torso is on top of you, or he's managed to slip underneath you is now your mattress.

luke skywalker

luke is susceptible to nightmares after the fall of the empire, and sleeping close to you is what helps soothe him. it's something he can't avoid if you're apart but if you're sleeping together, he has to be close to you in someway; maybe just a hand holding yours or even your legs touching, anything for him to know that you're there. you can normally tell when his nightmares are worse, or when he's feeling low, because he'll sleep closer to you and hold you a little tighter.

obi-wan kenobi

obi-wan is the heaviest sleeper you will ever meet, so the position that you go to sleep in has to be one that you're okay to stay in til he wakes up. he's self-aware so he's quite light with his touches at night - more often than not, he just sleeps beside you with a hand resting on the side of your leg, hip, or arm - but there have been times when he's wrenched you closer to him in his sleep. good luck if you need a wee.

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hanasnx · 4 months

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HAN SOLO grabbing your hips to rock you back and forth on his thigh when he realizes you’d been shimmying on it out of need. So he takes it out of your hands, grinds you down on the muscle while you brace on his chest. “S’the matter? Thought you wanted this.” with a big grin while he’s getting you hot and messy on his pants.

#han solo thought #ch: han #han solo smut #han solo x reader #han solo x gn!reader #han solo x you #han solo imagine #han solo fanfic #reader insert

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ddejavvu · 5 months

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f = favorite position for anakin skywalker, or indiana jones, or han solo. whichever one you’re feeling

request a letter of the alphabet for your favorite character!

for you, indy, all of them

this post is 18+, minors dni.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

anakin skywalker:

i've said it before and i'll say it again: anakin loves a piledriver !! it's the way that he gets to grip your hips and forcibly bend them upwards to take his cock that gets him. it gives him full control, it requires him to use some strength, and it's not an easy position to maintain. the harder he works the better the reward. he really feels like he's manhandling you, especially when your neck is all bent and aching and sore the next morning. i really think that he might not enjoy less strenuous positions as much, i think he'd prefer to be wrestling you into position rather than having you just lay down on a bed

indiana jones:

he likes it when you sit on his lap. now whether you're riding him or he's moving your hips for you is a different story, what matters is that he's sitting comfortably with his legs all spread. it's a position that gives him confidence, he likes feeling like he's in charge while you're crawling all over him. like i mentioned before he likes it when you ride him, because he's haughty that you can't pleasure yourself as good on his cock as he can. he'll let you tire yourself out, leaning back against wherever he's sitting and making comments about your form. like an asshole. 'not gonna get what you want that way, sweetheart.' 'christ, are you trying to break your neck?' when he helps you though, he's rough. he'll take your hips into his hands and squeeze them, probably leave handprint bruises for you to find the next morning. he'll use those big strong muscles of his to help you grind yourself over his cock, and he talks shit in your ear about how no one does it like him. even when you're on top he's in charge, that's just how much you need him.

han solo

doggy. next question. no really, though, han's such an ass dude <3 he likes the physical aspects of it not only because he can straighten up and smack your ass and watch his cock get sucked up but also because he can lean forwards and put all of his weight on you and crush you. no he doesn't want to really smother you but how fucking sexy is it that he's stronger than you like that? han loves pinning you places, against the wall, over a counter, and doggy is no exception, he wants to pin you to the fucking ground. he might even dirty talk you about it. grunting shit in your ear like 'what're you goin' all limp for, sweetheart? you can't even hold yourself up? come on, use those muscles, you're just gonna let me pin you down?'

#anakin skywalker x reader #anakin skywalker smut #indiana jones x reader #indiana jones smut #han solo x reader #han solo smut #anakin skywalker fanfiction #anakin skywalker imagine #indiana jones fanfiction #indiana jones imagine #han solo fanfiction #han solo imagine #indy <33

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myveryownfanfiction · 1 year

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18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

tags: @illiana-mystery, @iobsessoverfictionalmen, @eclecticwildflowers

warnings: swearing

AN: happy Star Wars day! May the 4th be with you!

“Hey! Pirate!” I yelled as I ran out of the building. Han stopped and turned around. He pointed at himself and I had to fight back a laughed. “Yes you! Did you think you could leave without seeing me first?” I ran towards him, slipping between his open arms to hug him.

“good to see you (Y/N).” He whispered into my shoulder. “I’d never leave without saying goodbye. You know that.” He pulled away to look at me.

“Where you going now han?” I asked, tilting my head slightly.

“probably tatooine.” He shrugged. My smile dropped.

“Han, jabba…” I started. Han shook his head.

“I know he’s looking for me. It’s better to go wait for him than try to run from him.” Han explained. I stared at him, trying to decide if he was crazy or just plain stupid. “You can come with if you want. Keep me out of trouble.” I laughed and nodded.

“someone has to keep your ass safe.” I agreed. “Chewie can’t do it all the time. Even he gets tired of it.” I patted his chest before walking past him into the falcon.

“hey! Don’t you need to pack or something?” Han called as he ran after me. I shook my head, pointing towards Chewbacca loading my bags.

“been prepped for a few days.” I laughed. Han stared at the pile in shock.

“how…” he looked over at me and had to jog to catch up again.

“chewie dumbass.” I smiled over my shoulder at him.

“oh. Right.” Han muttered. He followed me into the cockpit and stared at the back of my head. “Oh no you don’t. Get in the back.” He pointed his thumb over his shoulder.

“behind chewie?” I asked with a laugh. “Ah Han I thought you liked me.” Han grumbled as he brushed past me to get settled in his seat. Chewbacca came up a few minutes later and we took off. Standing up, I leaned over Hans shoulder to see the flight plan. “since we’ve got time, I’m going to explore. Been a while since I was on this ship.” I teased. Han looked back at me as I walked out.

“you’re lucky I love you!” He called out after me. I froze. “Oh shit.” Han quickly got up, grabbed my arm and practically dragged me to the engine room.

“Han, what…” he shushed me and I looked at him offended. “Excuse you. What…”

“Look I didn’t…I shouldn’t…it wasn’t what it sounded like.” Han tried to explain as my smile grew.

“really?” I asked, raising my eyebrows at him. “Because it sounded like you said you love me.” Han sighed.

“Did it?” He asked, eyes betraying how nervous he was about this whole thing. “I…I didn’t think so.” I put my hands on his chest and he gulped.

“well I do.” I took a step closer to him. Han opened his mouth but nothing came out. “And I say it’s a good thing.” Han closed his mouth.

“yeah? Why?” He asked.

“because I love you too.” I smiled at him and leaned forward to kiss him. Han moaned and pulled back.

“I do love you.” He confirmed. Laughing I kissed him again.

“I know.”

#Han Solo #Han Solo x reader #Han Solo fanfic #han solo fanfiction #Han Solo imagine #harrison ford #harrison ford x reader #Harrison ford fanfic #Harrison ford fanfiction #Harrison ford imagine

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