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panicpixieplaygirl · 9 months

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ROVING WOMAN (luke skywalker & han solo)

notes: this has been sitting in my drafts unfinished for so long 😩 i did my best to tie a bow on what i already had so i could just publish it. that being said it is not fully proofread! but i am too obsessed with the idea of the two of them together so there will definitely be much more & redemption for this eventually

synposis: roving woman by connie converse! read the lyrics here! please!! read ‘em! it’s short! my take, homegirl wants to drink & the menseses are always snatching her up cause they wanna be “genlemanly” but also they just wanna smash & her mission is accomplished

warnings: very little plot, drinking, smut, mfm threesomeee but it’s mostly han heavy tbh

18+! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

word count: 4.7k

There was just something about the sleazy saloon that kept you coming back. The atmosphere was relaxed, the air itself drunk and high, and everyone was always having a good time (even when things went bad). You were guaranteed a thrilling experience in one way or another.

There was normally plenty of eye candy, too. But that may have been just the problem; your leisure was always cut short by some man- always a beautiful man, but a man nonetheless- coming around and insisting to do the gentlemanly thing, and take you home.

And with never managing to go home alone, of your own accord, you were never satisfied with your time, no matter how drunk or sober you were at your departure, always ending back at the cantina again.

You didn’t mind too much, the men who approached you in such a way were typically truly gentlemanly, comparatively to the rest. It could get dangerous after dark, and once the alcohol hit your tongue, you thought you were invincible. It was probably best you didn’t stick around the place into the night.

Tonight you’d made it long enough to finish a whole cocktail & watch the sun set from the small window by your booth.

You were pouring your second drink from the pitcher when you felt eyes on you, following the source of them until you landed on a tall, handsome man in a booth on the far side of the room.

Handsome was an understatement, really.

He wore a dark vest and a long-sleeved shirt, the top buttons undone, exposing his strong, hairy chest. He wore his holster exposed on his leg, as opposed to hidden like everyone else around here, and you couldn't decide if that was a smart or a stupid kind of bold.

You could see just the kind of man he was though, positively butch and absolutely criminal. Undeniably attractive, and surely a womanizer. You could feel the charm and swagger dripping off him from here. The typical man to put a stop to your visit.

You'd found your eye candy for the night, and he seemed to have found his. He winked at you, and you sipped your drink and looked away to hide your blush and smile.

Little did you know, the man, Han Solo, had a significant difference from the men you usually encountered; he had an objective here, which meant he had no opportunity to take you home. Unfortunately.

Still, he couldn’t help himself from looking. When he did have time, you were just the type he’d use to occupy it. As much as you knew his kind, he knew yours; here for a quick & easy lay, which any man would be lucky to give you. You could try to pretend you weren’t into him, but he could tell you were. He loved a chase, but he had a different mission tonight, as was reminded to him by Skywalker, once again badgering him about doing what they came to do.

Luke had been growing continuously anxious as soon as they stopped searching, and Han had straight up stopped responding to him. Luke didn’t understand how Han could be so relaxed when they had things to attend to, and Han didn’t understand how Luke couldn’t just settle down and have a drink.

“Han? Han! I know you can hear me, it isn’t that loud in here! We can’t just sit here!”

“Yeah, we can.” Han dismissed the boy and sipped his drink, his eyes not coming off of you, the way you sat & looked around & smiled, just happy to be there, & looking damn fine while you were at it. His mind was racing with thousands of things he could do to you already. “What you’re looking for isn’t gonna be here for a while, so you might as well get comfy.”

Luke could see that Han was barely paying attention to him, and followed his eye-line, now understanding what had Solo so distracted.

Your body was barely visible behind the table, but your face was enough to make Luke’s dick stir in his pants. You were beginning to feel a bit tipsy toward the end of your second drink, & giddy about it, and it showed.

“Wow.” He uttered simply, now just as stuck staring as Han.

Han glanced toward Luke to see what he was on about, and scoffed upon realizing he had noticed you, too.

“Get your own girl, Skywalker. She’s already making eyes at me.”

But Luke had gone as deaf as Han had been moments before- except he was thinking of a thousand things you could do to him.

You felt another pair of eyes on you. Less intense and more timid than the first pair, but coming from the same direction. You didn’t see the boy sitting across the booth at first when you saw the other, but oh, you saw him now.

He was attractive, too, in a different way. Cute. Farm strong, as opposed to the man’s street strong. Lighter hair, younger, stockier, more innocent-looking.

The two of them sitting there, eyeing you up like that… You didn’t know anything about the Force, but you could definitely sense the filth going on in their minds. And you’d get between the two of them in an instant.

The young one blushed when he saw you looking at him, and you wore your smile proudly at that. The older one reached over the table & smacked his arm to get his attention, attempting to fuss at him, but the boy didn’t seem to hear a word he said.

They each were a stark contrast to the other in almost every way, except that they were both incredibly hot. Both of them were the perfect type to “save” you from this place. You giggled and poured another drink. By now, you were hoping it would be the last one. You almost never made it to three.

Luke looked between you and your drink pitcher, still not listening to Han at all.

“-You wouldn’t even know what to do with her.”

“It looks like she’s half-way through the pitcher at her table.”

“Hardly.” Han huffed, finishing his own and settling back into the booth. “Y’know, most people like to drink.” He knew it was a waste of time fussing over the boy, that girl wouldn’t go for him anyway. Besides, he wanted to soak up the sight of her while he could.

“It looks like she’s alone.” Luke continued. This was no place for a lone, drunken woman to be. “We really should-”

“Hey, lay off it, kid.” Han said, now fully turning his attention back to Luke. “Don’t do anything stupid. Weren’t you the one just going on about us having something to do here? Let the lady have her drink.”

Just when Han thought he had finally decided to relax, he watched Luke scramble up from the booth.

“You said get comfy.” He said to Han pointedly, & then walked off.

“Ah, shit.” Han sighed as he watched him go off in your direction. What was he even gonna say to you?

You were surprised to that the boy was the one to come up to you, but excited nonetheless. He didn’t have a drop of womanizer on him. What was he gonna say to you? You couldn’t keep your smile down as he came closer. He was adorable.

Luke smiled as he came close too, doing his best to stay confident, but he had no idea what he was gonna say to you either.

And it didn’t help that you were even more stunning up close, and from his angle standing above where you sat, he could see your cleavage perfectly high and tight. He was able to keep his confident look, but he had no clever line.

“…Hey.” He said simply, and in your state all you could do was giggle at him. Thankfully, due to his state, wholly awe-struck at the angel before him, he wasn’t phased.

He was precious. Maybe a little younger than you, bright blue eyes, pretty pink lips. You’d bet he whined and whimpered beautifully.

He could only faintly sense your feeling through the Force, too overwhelmed with the look of you to focus, but what he could pick up made his mind even more blank and his cheeks even pinker.

Han came up behind him quickly after, dropping a hand to rest on Luke’s shoulder. Kid was getting ballsy. Not too smart, though. It was comical.

“Hope he didn’t say anything too stupid. We don’t interrupt your good time, miss.”

“Oh, not at all. We were just getting to know each other.” You said with a grin, keeping your eyes locked on the boy. His smile grew a little nervous and a little excited and you giggled again.

But then you looked at Han and you knew it was definitely time for your evening to come to an end. He was incredible. Broad & manly. Maker, you couldn’t wait to get them home.

“So… what can I call you fine gentlemen?” You looked up with wide glazed eyes darting back and forth between the two of them. The way they looked at you as they stood together above you, like they’d devour you on the spot and lick their fingers after if you gave them a chance, you could feel yourself starting to throb.

Like Luke, Han also took the time to notice your figure from here. And well… he was right before, after all. They did have time to get comfy. If Luke wasn’t in a hurry, he wasn’t either. And the way you looked from this angle: hot, ready & very willing… Han couldn’t help himself.

He laughed in a cocky tone and shook Luke’s shoulder. “You didn’t tell her your name?”

“Sorry about my friend here, sweetheart.” He started to explain with a slick smile as he slid into the booth next to you. “I’m sure you’re no stranger to a man who can’t handle himself in front of a beautiful woman. That’s Luke, I’m Han.”

Luke slid in behind him.

Stupid kid. Han knew that if Luke had played it right, they could’ve both had her. That type of affair was always easier with Lando, who would’ve had the good sense to slide in on the other side of you and sandwich you between them before you even left the cantina. Oh, well. Tough luck for him. He could stay behind and wait.

You liked seeing Luke trail behind him, though. They were both eager, in very different ways. You weren’t surprised at Han’s expert charm or Luke’s inexperienced gawking.

“Nice to meet you, Luke, Han,” you said, and gave them your name.

“This is a dangerous place, you know.” Luke spoke up, finally finding his words. You looked at him with raised eyebrows and laughed.

“I’m a regular. And you should know, I can handle myself fine.”

Han sent a glare in Luke’s direction before turning back to you. “I think what he meant to say was, what is a girl such as yourself doing in a place like this?” He said, lifting a hand to push your hair from your face.

“Such as myself?” You asked with a playful smile, leaning in close to him. He smelled good, fresh and sweaty at the same time. It filled your nose and made you even hotter for him. With your cleavage so close, practically staring back at him, Han could feel his own dick starting to stir in his pants now.

“Gorgeous.” Luke broke in again, making your smile grow wider as you met his eye.

“Gorgeous? Hmm, can’t argue with that.” You bit your lip and saw him gulp. “But, everybody’s gotta have a drink somewhere. Don’t exactly have to match the scenery. Would you like one?” You offered, one hand pushing your glass towards them, the other letting a hand slide onto Han’s thigh and rubbing there gently, inches away from his crotch.

Suddenly the air was heavy and hot, looming over the booth where the three of you sat. Han smiled devilishly and looked up from your hand to your eye.

“Y’know what, why don’t I take you home? Fix you a glass of water, lay you down in bed.” He said, his intention clear as crystal. Oh, he was smooth.

“Sounds refreshing.” You said, leaning in almost enough to kiss him. You loved it when a man knew how to play the game.

But you sort of liked it when they didn’t, too.

You squeezed Han’s thigh, and turned your eyes to Luke again. “He can come along, too.” You nodded toward him.

Luke’s eyes went a little wide and he sat up straight. “Me?”

Han looked at him and narrowed his eyes a little. “Yeah, him?” You just laughed.

Ordinarily, they might have gotten under your skin a little, Luke inserting himself in your business and Han being so cocky, but that was the beauty of drink.

“Both of you,” you whispered, placing your hand on Han’s bulge. His breath caught in his throat and you could see Luke’s eyes widen in your peripheral. “I don’t live far.”

Han nodded and licked his lips. “Both of us.”

Han wasted no time the minute your door shut, throwing your back against the wall and kissing you roughly. You moaned into him, pushing his shirt open further and placing your hands on his bare chest. He pinned you with his hips and you felt his erection against you, making you whimper, feeling painfully empty. He took charge so well, it was wonderfully overwhelming. Your mind was swimming already.

One of your hands slipped down to feel him there and you both moaned, nearly ready to rip your clothes off and have at it still standing at the door. You could already tell how substantial he was, your hand traveling more than you expected to feel him wholly. You could feel your cunt aching with the thought and need of him filling you.

And then you remembered. You gently and reluctantly pushed Han away (as best as you could anyway, his hips stayed attached to yours and his lips slipped to your neck) and saw Luke sitting on your sofa, watching the two of you with half-lidded eyes.

You pushed Han further and walked to him, standing above him, seeing his breathing picking up. His eyes were so beautifully blue, gone wide as he looked up at you, you could see he was trying to hold himself together. He was so pretty, so innocent. You wanted to wreck him.

You leaned forward and pressed a deep kiss to his lips, hearing him whine lightly. You took his hands in yours and slid them under your shirt to feel your bare breasts, and he fully moaned. His hands barely touched or squeezed you, you could feel how nervous he was, and it made you smile into his mouth.

“Do you want me to take it off?” You spoke against his mouth, and felt him exhale through his nose and nod eagerly.

You pulled away and stood up straight again, and slipped your shirt off in a quick motion. His eyes jumped between your breasts and your eyes like he wanted your permission to look, but couldn’t help himself.

"Luke," you called out gently to him, bringing his hungry eyes back to yours. "You can touch me how you want." You said as you brought one of his hands back to your chest, relishing in the way his eyes fluttered.

Han was fine with watching at first, admiring your body, but now felt inconceivably left out. No way that kid got to touch and see you before he did. You shouldn’t be having to hold a man’s hand through pleasing you, Han already knew exactly what you needed. He came up behind you slowly, hands surprising you as they slid around your waist, and you gasped.

"What about me?" Han spoke as his hand came up to your other breast from behind you, his fingers gently tugging your nipple and making you let out a quiet moan. "Can't I touch you how I want?" His lips reconnected to your neck, pulled you into his now bare chest and against his erection, Luke’s hand squeezed you tighter and imitated Han’s movements, and you were floating again.

"Please," you whimpered, beginning to throb under their combined touch.

Han spread a hand over your back and bent you in half, making you fall into Luke with a gasp. With a burst of confidence his lips were on yours, and your legs fell weak.

Han held you up, squeezing and caressing your hips and ass and dragging his bulge against your thinly veiled pussy. You moaned into the boys mouth as the man roughly ground into you, spreading your slickness all over, before slipping his hands under your waistband and pulling your pants down. He groaned upon finding you were wearing no panties underneath.

“Looks like you were expecting us, sweetheart.”

You could feel the intensity of his gaze behind you, soaking up every inch of your naked form. Your lips were shaky against Luke’s as Han spread you between two hands and inspected you, mumbling something about wrecking your beautiful little pussy.

Luke’s other hand came up to caress the breast that Han had abandoned, and brought your attention back to him. His pants were tight under your hands, practically begging you to touch him. You slid one hand up over his rock solid print and hummed in satisfaction. He was thick, and remarkably hard. He let out a shuddery sort of moan and you giggled, but broke into a moan as you felt Han’s fingers on you.

He spread your lips and entered you with his middle finger and felt how wet you were, moaning himself. His sounds were low & breathy, rumbling from deep in the back of his throat. You moved more roughly against Luke now, lips sloppier and hand gripping him tighter, only made even more desperate by Han’s ministrations.

Together you were all a mess of greedy hands and filthy noises, caught between relishing the present stimulation & chasing more, between reaching that peak of tension and release & not wanting it all to end. You couldn’t let these two slip through your fingers, a one night stand wouldn’t be nearly enough.

Han’s thumb came to your clit and circled you, working you up quickly between his two digits. As you expected, he was talented, and driving you crazy. His fingers felt so good already, you couldn’t stop moaning, pushing your hips back to meet him.

“Damn, you’re wet, girl.” He breathed as he slipped another finger inside you, and you whined. “I wanna fuck you now, but I don’t think you could handle it just yet. So tight.”

Your lips stopped moving against Luke’s altogether as your mind became clouded with the pleasure Han was giving you, the anticipation of him splitting you open on his cock. You could feel Luke’s eyes had opened, so yours did too, and saw him watching how you fucked yourself on Han’s fingers. He was nearly wrecked already. You could feel his dick jump under your hand, he looked back to you with pleading eyes and you couldn’t help yourself anymore. You grabbed Han’s hand to pull it out of you, tugging him to sit next to Luke.

There they were again, beside each other, looking at you with a deep lust and hunger as they awaited your next move. Your mouth watered.

You lowered to your knees, planning to take Luke in your mouth, but then you caught Han sucking your juices off his fingers, watching you like he knew exactly what it would do to you, and you found yourself between his legs instead. He had grown greedy looking over your naked body, and knew he could put you right in your place at his knees without so much as a word. If Luke wasn’t gonna take what he wanted, Han would.

He was breathtaking from this angle, the way he looked down at you made you feel so small, like he controlled your every move, and you gladly submitted to him. He removed his pants on his own, unbuttoning his holster and setting it on the far side of the couch, keeping his eyes locked on yours. He intentionally took his time, the anticipation only making you want it exponentially more as the seconds went on.

He finally sprung free, slapping against his stomach with a thud, and you shuddered. Luke was nicely thick, but as expected, Han would be a challenge. Your cunt quivered, you knew he’d be the one to fuck you and you couldn’t wait to have him inside you.

You gripped him at the base and gave him a long, wet lick up the length of him, hearing his breath falter above you. Luke cursed and quickly made work of his own clothing, his dick throbbing at the view before him.

Your lips closed around his head, your tongue slowly licking at the underside of him. The feel of him in your mouth was so satisfying, heavy and velvety and salty on your tongue.

You could hear Luke letting out little gasps, loosely stroking his cock as he watched. It sent you on a power trip, having such an effect on him without giving him any attention, pleasuring them both simultaneously. You could see how gentle his hand was in your peripheral, and you wondered how sensitive he was, if he would’ve even lasted a minute in your mouth. Your cunt twitched at the prospect of milking him again & again with ease.

Han’s hand came up to grip your hair tightly as he resisted the urge to thrust up into your mouth, his heavy breaths turning into small moans as you took him deeper and deeper. Your throat was plenty wet and ready, just as needy as your cunt. You quickly became addicted to the taste of him, hungry for his cum, taking his cock deep in your throat like you’d starve without it.

“Damn, girl.” Han expressed for the second time that night, guiding your head to support your movements. He had never found himself so weak, but when your lust-drunk eyes flashed to his, pretty mouth stuffed with as much of him as you could take, he felt his orgasm rushing and flashing closer.

He lifted you from him to calm himself and groaned at the way his cock glistened with your spit and your mouth followed him, desperate to get him back in your throat.

“You like it, sugar?” He said breathlessly, the hand that wasn’t in your hair coming up to brush his fingers over your lips before thrusting them between your lips to satiate you. “Eager little thing.” Han’s eyes were dark and wild. The push of his fingers spread the taste of him in your mouth and you moaned around them.

“Luke, get behind her and get a feel. Bet she’s even wetter now.” He ordered, wanting to watch your face while someone fingered you like he had moments before.

Luke had only been watching and lightly palming himself, too nervous to touch you, or get too worked up. It wasn’t that he’d never done anything like this before (although he had never done something quite like this), just that it had only been a few times, and neither he nor the one he was with was as good as you and Han seemed to be. But he did not want to show how inexperienced he was.

He moved to kneel on the floor behind you and swallowed as he watched you push your hips up in your desperation. Your mouth was too full and your cunt was too empty. You’d beg if you could’ve.

“So pretty,” Luke mumbled, one hand coming to feel the curves of your ass and the other pressing a finger against you, spreading your slickness. “So wet.” His touch was so gentle it sent shivers up your spine, and made you quiver around him.

“She’s incredible, isn’t she? I can hear it from here,” said Han, pulling his fingers out of your mouth to stroke your cheek. Your whole body fluttered at the way they used and talked about you. You needed more. Han’s eyes were locked on yours while Luke touched you just enough to give you a taste of what you wanted.

“You’ve got a pretty everything, you know that?” Han said with a grin, and you didn’t even have time to react before he was saying more, quick to turn his words back to Luke.

“She’s wetter on the inside. Tight, too. Slide your finger in.” He instructed Luke, his eyes never leaving yours. He could see exactly how needy you were. He must have known it from the moment you looked at him in the cantina, how badly you wanted him to take you home for just this.

A gasp caught in your throat when you felt Luke’s finger pressing into you. You heard Luke moan behind you as he felt you, dripping and tight, just like Han had said.

Han actually chuckled at the way your face contorted in pleasure as Luke thrust his finger into you, the sound of your sticky hole filling the room.

“Sucking my cock get you wet like that, sweetheart?” You moaned at that, desperate to turn away from his gaze but held in place by his hands.

They were both growing just as needy as you were, rock solid and throbbing at the hold they had on you. Being stuck between the intense attention from the two of them was overwhelming in the best way, working up your orgasm quickly.

Luke’s eyes were wide, stuck on the way you swallowed his finger up and gripped it on the way out, arousal painting and squelching around it.

Something snapped in him and suddenly his tongue was on you, lapping up at you around his finger and making you cry out. The mix made you whine and push your hips back against him, grinding yourself on his mouth and his finger. He moaned into you, you could feel the mess you were making on his face with every little movement, and it all made your mind spin.

Your sounds had gone lost on you, but Han drank them up fanatically. Luke was equally lost in your cunt, your hips now attempted to jump away from him as you grew more sensitive, and he gripped you tightly to hold you against him as his tongue learned to focus on your clit.

“Open your eyes, honey.” You heard Han speak, and you obeyed to the best of your ability, lifting your heavy lids and revealing the cocky grin that lingered on his face and his massive erection just centimeters away from you. You wanted him inside you so badly, it hurt to look at him, knot quickly twisting up in your stomach.

“Kid’s got you worked up, huh? Wanna cum?” He said, stroking your cheek with his thumb. You nodded as best as you could between his hands. “Can’t hear ya, honey.”

“Yes,” you whimpered, and felt Luke moan into you, vibrating you inside and out. You were starting to shake at his tongue’s relentless assault on your sensitive pearl. “Please, I’m so close,” your voice wavered, eyes pleaded with Han like you couldn’t cum without his permission.

Your begging revved Luke’s engine, thrilled at how successful he’d been, determined to throw you over the edge. His newfound confidence invigorated him, a second finger slipped in your cunt and grazed a sweet spot inside you while he lapped at you, and your mind was mush.

Han bent and kissed you passionately and shortly, before speaking again. “Go on, cum all over his face, sweetheart. Show us how good he’s making you feel.” His voice was slow, playful, easing you into your high.

Luke pressed further into you at Han’s words, showing you how badly he wanted it, how much he got off on pleasuring you, his tongue coaxing the orgasm out of you.

Your body melted under their hands as you came, whining and sputtering wantonly, gripping Han’s thighs as you clenched and fluttered and soaked Luke’s face. By your expression and the sounds you made, the kid was better at this than he expected.

“That’s it, girl.” Han praised, kissing your cheek gingerly and absorbing your sweet moans right at his ear. “Feels good, doesn’t it? Gonna be plenty more where that came from. You just wait ‘til I get my hands back on that pretty little pussy.” His words hit your ear as a threat, and you throbbed at the notion of him fulfilling it.

notes: i was going to write more & finish the full scene but i really needed to post lol. maybe pt2? i will absolutely write that lando & han thing tho, if ppl want it. a drabble at least. can you imagine? holy moly

#luke skywalker x reader smut #han solo x reader smut #luke skywalker smut #han solo smut

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erosmutt · 27 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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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"

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first1ove · 2 years

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Top 3 kinks: Han Solo

warnings: smut, degradation pairing: han solo x f!reader

minors do not interact

Corruption

Han is thrilled to find out you’re less experienced than him—over the moon if you’re a virgin, but I digress. He loves that he’s got experience over you. He gets to be your guide as he takes you through the different pleasures he’s picked up through years of travelling the galaxy.

He almost feels guilty for it but he finds a sick satisfaction in watching the nervousness in your eyes as he explains what he's gonna do to you; there's a perfect mix of vulnerability and eagerness to please in your gaze—an acquiescent look that says 'just take what you want,’ and he loves it.

That, partnered with the pleasured sounds that leave you as once you give into him and his skillful touch is enough to drive him insane. His experiments with you always produce addicting results and he can't get enough.

He’s introduced you to alien aphrodisiacs and taken your pliable body through different levels of pleasure, each more intense than the last. You’re left in Han’s care with wide eyes and uncontrollable desire and it’s his favourite way to have you.

He’ll quell your nervousness by muttering praise once you start feeling the effects of the stimulant ‘god you're so good like this, so obedient,’ ‘so good for me, so, so good baby,’

He's managed to sweet talk you into trying kinks you've never heard of let alone considered, but his confidence and charm are enough to make you excited for a new endeavour.

'c'mon, let's try it once, hm? you know i'll take good care of you,' or 'trust me, baby, i know what you like, i won't do ya wrong'

And you trust him because his honeyed words are true. He's never done you wrong and he never will. He's always looked after you, only pushing your limits never pushing past them.

Exhibitionism

That's why when Han's hand slips in between your thighs while you're sat at a bar god knows where in the galaxy, you tense but don't recoil from his touch. Your reaction makes him chuckle and he's placing a kiss on your neck before moving in even closer.

'You've never done something this before have you?' he knows the answer but he wants to hear it from you. He adores your bashfulness as you shake your head revealing your inexperience yet again, ‘then just lean into me, baby, follow my lead,’

You're seated so your crotch is covered by the shadow of the bar while Han's tilted shelters you from behind. Still, any of the patrons sat on either side of you would be privy to what was going on if they decided to take a second glance at their surroundings the thought alone has your heart racing with excitement

Your breath hitches as one of Han’s rough hands undo your pants and slips past the elastic of your panties. He smiles at the sound but smirks at the stifled moans that leave you as his fingers circle your clit.

He works slowly. His hands know your body, and though he could make you come undone in a matter of minutes, he opts to take his time and really test your restraint.

Degradation

A string of choked whimpers leave you as fight against your own pleasure, though you still writhe in your seat attempting to lean into Han’s touch—it’s a pathetic display and Han loves it. He almost feels guilty, you’re already acting so desperate, but his conscience isn’t strong enough to stop him from teasing you in this state.

'look what's happened to you,' he murmurs, ‘you should see yourself right now—grinding on my fingers, god you’re fucking desperate for me,’ his fingers pick up their pace as he begins to berate you

‘when did you get so shameless? it’s like you forget where you are—is that it? why don’t you take a look around,’ your heart is racing as you peer out at the alien faces that share the bar with you. Though they appear oblivious and disinterested, Han’s endless barrage has you doing double-takes, ‘you think they even know what’s going on here? you think they know what a slut you are for me, hm? you think we should show ‘em?’

‘spread your legs,’ his voice is stern and instinctively you obey, spreading your legs without shame. Still, despite your obedience, there’s a look of anxiety in your eyes as you scan your surroundings.

Han drinks in the sight of you so concerned yet so complacent. He takes pride in perverting you; you’d never be caught doing something like this with anyone else, your deviance is all because of him—all for him.

You even position yourself so it’s easier for Han to slip two thick fingers into your drooling cunt. It’s amazing the hold he has on you and he knows it, 'i can't believe how much i can get away with,’ he snickers as he curls his digits.

‘you'd let me do anything to you wouldn't you?' Han picks up his pace and you’re nodding your head in mindless pleasure, ‘just like a dumb little puppy hanging onto my every word,’

You nod absentmindedly hardly hearing his words, only focusing on the feeling rising in your stomach. Choked little whines leave you as you attempt to fuck yourself on Han’s pistoning fingers.

It’s a pathetic display and Han loves it. He almost feels guilty, he can tell your close so painfully close, but his conscience isn’t strong enough to stop him from cutting you off right before you’re set over the edge.

Han pulls his hand away and a whimper loud enough to alert the barkeep escapes you, though your panicked expression doesn’t hold his attention for long.

‘woah, get ahold of yourself, baby’ he taunts and it takes all your willpower to stop yourself from snapping back. You know he’s not done with you and you know attitude won’t get you what you want.

So you compose yourself and do your best to keep a straight face when Han whispers, ‘get up. we’re finishing this in the falcon,’

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star-whores-a-new-hoe · 2 years

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Kinktober Day 2 // Han Solo X Reader

Prompt: A/B/O // Floor Sex

Note: I’ve had the BIGGEST thing for Mr. Solo recently and find the lack of content for him disturbing. Anyways this came out as almost a full fic so enjoy!

Warnings: Fighting, AFAB reader, Oral!fem receiving, face sitting, spelling and grammar mistakes, bad writing, tense wise i’m all over the fucking place Han being a little shit

word count: 1k

“That was some fucking landing.” You huffed, plopping down on the bench next to the holo table, a disapproving scowl adorning your face.

“Well in case you didn't notice, sweetheart, I was a little tight on space.” Han snapped back, stomping in from the cockpit, yanking off each of his gloves with frustration before throwing them down on the table.

“It wouldn't have been if you'd just listened to me and not charged head first into a fleet of kriffing tie fighters!”

“Hey,” He said, a finger pointed accusingly in your face. “I got us out didn't I? We’re alive huh!”

“Yeah? And who’s gonna get stuck cleaning all the carbon scoring off the top of the Falcon? Or finding some cover-up so the Empire doesn't know what ship that was, Huh?!” You shouted, leaning closer, your scowling face inches from his. Each breath fled heavy from your lungs, the adrenaline from a near escape still running hot through your veins. Han’s hard eye’s held your gaze, leaving you feeling even more flushed and annoyed by the moment.

“I got us out safe,” He insisted, “I’d be a little more grateful if I were you.” You stare stunned at him, the absolute gall! Was he truly that stupid, or was he really that desperate to get a rise out of you? Either way, you were done with his bantha crap. Standing up with a scowl, you made to stride past him.

“Why, you no good, kriffing-” A large calloused hand gripped your wrist, gentle but firm, pulling you back towards him.

“What? Go on?” He urged. You just rolled your eyes as he held your hands in his, thumb swiping back and forth across your knuckles soothingly. “Ya know, it’s really a shame,” He sighed. “You’re so pretty when you’re angry and you won't even look at me.”

With a playful annoyance, you stole a hand back to swat Han on the shoulder. “You’re not getting back in my good graces now, Mr!” Despite yourself, you smirked at his words, the thrill of near escape still beating beneath your skin, excitement itching at your fingertips, desperate for an outlet.

Han would never admit that anything shakes him up anymore, after this long on the job, but you know it does. With his body mere centimeters from yours, you could feel the same excitement thrumming through him, the thrill and the fear begging for somewhere to go.

“I don’t suppose I could make it up to you?” Han purred, trying to sound nonchalant, pursing his lips in that goofy way of his. You shook your head with a soft smile, your anger dispersing.

“Come here you,” Grasping his face in your hands, you pulled him towards you, your soft lips finding him and kissing him as if you'd never get enough. Han’s hands found your waist, pulling you up against the strong support of his body, where you could fully relax into his embrace.

As your kisses became more heated, your touches more intimate and hurried, Han moved you back towards the holo table, sitting you down on the edge of the bench before kneeling in front of you with a devilish smirk. A fire of arousal sparks between your thighs and Han hooks his fingers in the waist of your pants.

“Can we get rid of these?” He asked, raising an eyebrow. You quickly nod, words falling off your lips before you can even form them. Helping him to kick off your pants and undergarments, it’s was mere moments before he’s spreading your thighs apart and staring down at you with a lust-blown gaze. “Well, you can’t be that mad at me if this is how worked up you get.” Han teased, kneading the soft flesh of your inner thighs.

“Less talking, more apologizing.” You groaned and pushed his head towards where you need him the most.

“You’re the boss.” He murmured, beginning to place teasing kisses on your thighs, his fingers slowly creeping up towards your soaked cunt. His hot breath fanned over you and your hips pushed forward on their own accord, singing out for his touch. Han trailed his forefinger through your soaked lips, parting your folds with an appreciative hum and you let out a great shuddering breath.

Finally, he licked a board stripe up your cunt and it’s all you can do to bite your lips and thread your fingers through his hair.

“Just like that, baby.” You sighed. Han hummed in response, the vibrations cutting through your body, making your toes curl with pleasure. His fingers found your entrance, stretching you out deliciously as he sucked on your clit, bringing you closer and closer to the edge by the second.

You pushed your hips further forward, chasing after the pleasure only he could give you, craving more and more until you’re on the edge of the bench.

“More, I just need a little-” With a shriek, you found yourself on the hard metal floor of the Falcon, having scooted all the way off and practically fallen on top of Han who was shaking with laughter.

“Are you ok?” He asked, his face lighting up with a smile and his hands coming to rest on the outside of your thighs. You covered your face in embarrassment, your shoulders also shaking with giggles.

“Yes, yes I’m alright.” You got out between fits of laughter. “You though! You let me fall!” You teased.

“I did no such thing!” He defends, hands stroking up and over your hips. “I caught you didn't I?”

You shook your head with a soft smile as you moved to sit back on the bench. “Oh maker-”

“Hey, where ya going? Party’s down here now sweetheart.” And so, on the floor of the Millennium Falcon, Han solo sat you on his face and lapped at your cunt like a man starved. The pleasure built and built as his hands exploring your body and his lips wrapped around your clit Before you know what hit you, the pleasure overwhelmed your body and your orgasm overtook you. Currents of electricity flowed through you as you cried and convulsed in Han’s arms.

“Alright, Solo,” You sighed, making to lay next to him on the cool floor of the ship. “You’re back on my good side again.” Han snaked an arm around your shoulders and pressed a kiss to your slightly sweaty forehead.

“Works every time.”

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romanarose · 2 years

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Han Solo Smut

Han Solo x Reader

Warnings: PIV sex, rough sex, chocking, manhandling, rough blowjob, spanking.

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As you sipped you drink inside the cantina, you wondered what was next. Work had been steady, despite being stuck on Tatooine due to unforeseen circumstances. You had been renting a room, and luckily work had been good enough to afford a shower, which on tattooine was a luxury. Normally it would’ve been hot, but the suns of tattooine has been hard on your body with the outside work. The shower had been slightly on the cool side, allowing you to cool off before warming up with a drink. After one drink, you looked over to the right to order another when…. You couldn’t hardly believe your eyes.

There, in all his vest-wearing glory, was Han Solo, sitting in a booth. The two of you knew each other in the empire year ago, and had defected at separate times. Throughout the years, the two of you had ran into each other and had gotten out of one sticky situation or another with each other’s help. The flirtatious man had given you signals, but despite being insanely attracted to him you never had a chance to act on the arousal you felt when looking at him. You slid up to the seat next to him “anyone sitting here, Solo?”

He recognized you immediately, smiling his lopsided smile and leaned onto the bar counter “now, what is a nice girl like you doing in a place like this”

you explained how you had been stuck on Tatooine the last few weeks. Likewise Han said that he was stuck on planet for the night while the falcon was being fixed. He had attempted to get a room, but they were full “I could walk back to the falcon, but I figure Ill just pull up an all nighter here and try to get to the falcon in the morning.”

“Well regarding getting to the falcon, I can take you on my speeder. But for tonight, there’s no way you’re staying up all night in this piece of shit. Come stay the night with me.” You ended the sentence with a sly smile, letting Han know what you had in mind.

Han mirrored your smile “Well sweetheart, I don’t want to put you out”

“Maybe you can make it up to me somehow” you leaned in slightly

“oh yeah? Like what?” he placed a hand on your leg and slowly moved it up.

You moved your leg into his grip, urging him on, your bodies slowly merging. The thick tension inhibited your ability for a witty retort, so Han chimed in again as he leaned into your ear. “maybe something like this” his hand reached up in-between your legs.

You gasped and looked around, no one seemed to be noticing the two of you. Han began to kiss your neck and his hand began to massage you, eliciting a moan “Han, they are starting to notice us”

“Lucky them” he mumbled from the nap of your neck.

You stood up from the bench which drew a grumble from the ornery pilot, but you grabbed his hand and ran to your room like two teenagers sneaking off to make out in a hallway.

You fumbled with your keys as Han came up behind you and wrapped his arms around you and caressed your body. As soon as the door opened, Han shut the door and shoved you against the wall.

He finally kissed you on your lips as he massaged between your legs and you wrapped your arms around his firm back. “tell me what you want” he whispered gruffly in your ear.

You pushed him back slightly, only to look into his eyes “I want you to do whatever you want to my body” letting him know in no uncertain terms how much you wanted him.

With permission granted, he slid his free hand up your thigh, caressed your breast, and then thrust his hand around your throat. Han eyed you, checking that this was still what you had in mind, but found you smiling in ecstasy. He pulled down your pants just enough to slide his hand down and insert a finger inside you. He worked you for a minute, using his palm and wrist to rub your clit. “gods, you are wet” he mumbled.

“I’ve wanted you for so many years. Do you have any idea how many times I’ve imagined this exact scenario?”

“do you have any idea how many times I’ve touched myself to the thought of fucking your face?”

You grabbed his shirt so tight that it’s likely ruined “show me” and dropped to your knees. Han relished the sight of you submitting to him, on you’re knees and ready to receive him. Putting his had on your head and running his fingers through your hair, he almost didn’t want to ruin such a pretty picture. Almost.

He was taking to long, so you began to unbutton his pants which resulted in your hands being slapped. Han took your chin in his hands “awfully eager, are you?” you nodded “do that again, and it’ll be your face instead of your hands”

Straight faced, you touched the start of his pants again and was promptly given a crisp slap across the face. Han soothed the sting with the back of his hand “ssssshhh, are you going to listen now?”

“yes daddy”

“good girl” han pulled down his pants and underwear, revealing ng his throbbing cock. “Make me proud”

He thrust his member into your mouth. Gripping his hips, you pulled yourself down onto him, wanting to make him proud of you. In, out, In out, you finally worked yourself down to the end of his shaft. You could only breath through your nose. Han grabbed a fist full of your hair and forced your head up and down on himself, causing you to gag. Han moaned and ran fingers through his hair “gods” he muttered. Spit was running down your chin, and you grabbed his beautiful ass. Oh, how you had wanted to touch it throughout the years. Finally pulling your head back, han allowed you a moment to breath. He savored the look of you breathing deep trying to catch your breath before inserting himself into you again. Holding you still, he thrust into you and fucked your face until tears left your eyes. Han pulled himself out and kissed you deeply, searching your mouth with his tounge. Noticing a tear, he whipped it with his thumb “have you had enough?”

“no” you replied, far from enough

*slap* “what was that?”

“No sir”

He continued fucking your face, you could feel him down your throat, you thought you might throw up. Han pulled you all the way down onto him and plugged you nose, you couldn’t breath. You swallowed on his cock trying to get air, enjoying the feeling of him throbbing in you. Just before it was almost too much, Han yanked your head back and let go, allowing you to fall on your ass to the floor. Han ripped off your shirt as you attempted to regain your breath and he watched your chest heave in the bra. Eyes scanning your body with lust, Han bent over and scrooped you up, carrying you to the bed. Han sat you down on the bed and took off his shirt as you took off your bra. Han pushed you back onto the bed, took off your pants and knelt between your legs. Eagerly, Han began by kissing over your underwear, warming you up. Without warning, he took the underwear in his fist and ripped it, finally freeing you and allowing Han to immediately go down on you with fervor. Passionately licking and sucking, he began to insert a finger into you, then two, then three fingers. You moaned loudly, savoring the feeling of him inside you. You almost couldn’t wait for his dick, but enjoyed having Han in such a submissive position. You ran your fingers through his hair to encourage him on. Han pulled his fingers out and grabbed your hips to pull you closer to him and gave him the best angle to give your clit attention, pleasure was building up inside you, you tightened your thighs around hans head. So close, so close. Han continued his actions but moved his hands up your body, slowly. Feeling every inch of you. Not just your breasts and ass, but caressing every curve. He only briefly came out from under you to mermer “so fucking hot” and go back down. You were so close. You writhed, the motion exposing your ass, to with han gave a firm, loud slap. This tipped you over, giving you your first orgasm of the night. You cried out loudly, loud enough you were certain the downstairs cantina could hear you.

Han came up crawled up to meet you on the bed and kissed you. You could taste the evidence of your orgasm on his lips. “I want you inside me” you stated, desperate to feel that orgasm again. Han stood back up and readjusted your body on the bed. With little notice he entered you, illiciting a cry from you. But you took all of him, and enjoyed every inch.

“good girl, I knew you would feel good, but I didn’t think you could possibly feel this good around me” and began fully fucking you. It was everything you had ever imagined on all those lonely nights through the years. “you are so fucking beautiful, gods, the sight of you writhing beneath me is stunning” Han grunted as he thoroughly fucked you, leaning over he cupped your breasts and sucked on them, adding to your pleasure.

Han pulled out, making you whine from the empty feeling. “sshhhh, sweetheart, no worries, we’re just changing it up”

You sat up “but I –“ han slapped you, hard, and slammed you by your throat back onto the bed

“don’t. fucking. Backtalk. Okay?”

You felt a pleasureful high, almost in ecstasy, when han slapped you again, waking you up “I said, okay?”

“yes sir”

Han took his hand off your throat and held your head in his hand, he gave you a deep kiss. You loved when he was rough, you loved the feeling of the slaps and the dirty talk, but something about all that made the moments when he was gentle that much better. He pulled away “such a good girl. Now, on your hands and knees.

you did was you were old, and positioned your ass against his dick “im ready, sir”

Han took a moment to marvel at the sight before him, massaging your ass. “beautiful.”

You blushed, but grew impatient. “please” you whined.

“if you insist, my dear”

The sound of him fucking you was music to your ears, whatever he was doing was hitting just right. Han bent over and enwrapped your body in one arm as he used his other for support. His free hand roamed your body “so sexy. I’ve thought of you like this for years, everything I imagined cant compare to how you look right now” he whispered in your ear. The pleasure was growing almost insurmountable “the way you respond to my touch, the way you are so wet for me, the way you submit to me, the way your naked body looks. Its perfect, all of it”

“han, I’m so cl- AH GODS! Im so close han, keep fucking me like that, FUCK you feel so good, oh I’ve wanted you for so long. The day I met you I touched myself to the though of you, god this is so much better”

“fuck I’m close, you make me so hard, gah-“ his thrusts were growing erratic. He leaned close to your ear and wrapped his arm around your throat putting you in a chokehold and pulled you up so that both of you were vertical. His free hand massaged your clit while his other arm continued the chokehold, before both hands moved to your breasts and paid your nipples some much needed attention. Han got right up to your ear “come for me”

Han braced your vertical body against his, feeling your breasts to add pleasure to the orgasm. You road out the orgasm on Hans dick, feeling him hit deep inside you. Waves of pleasured coursed through, your brain was fuzzy except only for the thought of Hans body against yours. As you came down from the orgasm, in a blur, Han turned you around and had you on your hands and knees again, near the bed. He stepped off the bed and put his dick in your mouth once more. Gripping your face tightly, he gave an order “swallow every last drop” and began pumping himself. When Han released himself into your mouth, he pulled your hair and moaned loudly as you swallowed everything, as ordered.

When Han pulled himself out of you, he kissed you. You were certain he would taste himself inside you. Placing you back to the middle of the bed, Han pulled you close to him and the blanket over the two of you “was that worth the wait?” He asked, feeling you from your thighs up to your waist.

“Absolutely worth the wait. But lets not wait too long before next time”

“oh no, I think next time will be very soon”

You fell asleep with Han all around you, the taste him still in your mouth.

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generalkenobee · 11 months

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imagine han teasing luke for how whipped he is for reader and he’s like “no i’m not!!!!” but the second reader asks him to do something he’s practically running to do it

"Luke, you're so pretty"

FLUFFY

This is the best request ever and I love this-

"no I'm not!!"

"ok, kid sure"

Han tried to hold back a laugh thinking of Luke telling you no.

"hi baby" you said smiling when you walked into the room "hi" you looked down at him "what's the matter, you're not happy to see me" you said to your boyfriend crawling into his lap

Luke looked away, embarrassed "no of course I'm happy to see you"

Han walked by, fake coughing "*cough cough* munch *cough cough*"

You looked back at Luke now sitting completely down on his lap with his hands on either side of your waist

"don't listen to Han, I don't know what he said but you're perfect and I love you"

You kissed his lips gently, the tip of your nose grazing his and you felt him smile slightly into the kiss

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"Luke, can you grab me some juice please?"

Luke perked up "of course! He yelled back smiling while Han stood next to him

"are you going to put the cup up to their lips and rub their feet while you're at it ?" He laughed mocking the way Luke had previously perked up

"if they so ask then yes!"

Luke grabbed your juice and he even added some ice of you with a pink straw "thank you so much baby"

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"please stay.."

"(Y/N), you know that I can't..." Luke's heart always broke a little when he had to leave you for missions "you know how many photos I have of you in my X-wing, and we'll talk over com links every single night, I promise" your boyfriend said holding your face and kissing your forehead "I love you"

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One time han walked in on you on the counter with Luke between your legs with his hands on your thighs just looking at you. Luke loved to just look at you and think about how lucky he was to have you.

"oh maker could you have not stared into each other's eyes in your own room?"

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Luke is just so love sick... When you smile at him, or look at him for a little longer then usual. Don't even get me started on when you play with his hair.

Whenever he tries to walk away from you you'll grab his wrist and walk with him. It wasn't often when you were found without Luke next to you.

When you compliment him- oh maker

"you have such pretty eyes..like the ocean" when he heard you his heart stopped "oh..thank you lovely"

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"Luke you're so pretty" in response he only kissed you

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fuckmyskywalker · 5 months

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☆。*。Happy Anyafest!

— Hello! Welcome to the start of the Anyafest! To celebrate Holidays and my birthday, I'll be doing 15 days of fics. This is something I've been thinking for a while and something very special to me. This blog has been my special place for almost a year now and it has been such a wonderful and lovely experience! Thank you so much and I hope you enjoy it! | — From December 15th 2023 to December 30th 2023!

☆ Taglist! / Navigation!

➼ December 15th : High and Dry - AOTC Anakin Skywalker.

➼ December 16th : Piano Tiles - AJ (from the movie Takers).

➼ December 17th : Wrapped up - CW!Anakin Skywalker.

➼ December 18th : Midlife Crisis - Dilf!Anakin Skywalker.

➼ December 19th : Welcome Home - Luke Skywalker.

➼ December 20th : My favorite flavor - Anakin Skywalker [Eroguro, Gore].

➼ December 21st : Red - Darth Vader.

➼ December 22nd : Bouncing Bells - Sam Monroe.

➼ December 23rd : Last Minute Shopping - Dad's best friend!Anakin Skywalker.

➼ December 24th : Mistletoe - Clayton Beresford.

➼ December 25th : Angel - Anakin Skywalker.

➼ December 26th : Hungover - Trailer trash!Anakin Skywalker.

➼ December 27th : Icing - Luke Skywalker.

➼ December 28th : Movie Marathon - Luke Skywalker x Reader x Han Solo.

➼ December 29th : Warm - Obi-Wan Kenobi.

➼ December 30th : Happy Birthday! - Clayton Beresford.

— Thank you so much for reading! I hope you have a wonderful Holidays! 💙

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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 · 7 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."

#star wars #han solo #han solo x reader #han solo smut #han solo imagine #han solo fanfic #han solo headcanons #han solo x female reader #kinktober #kinktober 2023 #star wars smut #star wars fanfiction

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hanasnx · 7 months

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whiskey han … :O xoxo mel

mel. you invoke the sacred name of whiskey han for a good cause. i trashed that wip, but he deserves to see the light of day. allow me to paint the picture of our dear creation:

"What do you mean you 'don't like it'? You're not s'posed to like it, sweetheart." HAN SOLO ushers the sour-smelling drink to your mouth. It's so potent it stings your nose, instinctively shying away from it. "Don't be afraid. Aren't you a big girl?"

Your lips, previously pressed into a thin line, part. "It's gross, Han." He'd sat you in his lap to keep you close, now you can't run away. The back of your head meeting his chest when you recoil.

"Yeah, it's whiskey." he talks down to you, like it's obvious, like your questioning of him is inconvenient. "C'mon, one more sip." He feeds it to your mouth, and eager to please him you force yourself into it. You lift your head from his cheek, meeting the lip of the glass, and he raises it for you. You gulp what he gives you— which is way too much— and your inexperienced throat burns. In your impulsivity, you'd knocked back the last of the amber liquid, and your hand cups your larynx. "Woah there, cowgirl." he chuckles, impressed at your feat, curling around you to set the empty cup on the table and get a look at your face while you cough. Colored cheeks, and tears swelling onto the corners of your eyes looks so downright pitiful, he can't help but upturn his brows. "Aw, sweetheart." His body envelopes you, tucking you under his chin as he rocks you. "Brave girl, huh? Yeah," You bury your face into his chest, riding out the cough. "You'll feel a little funny in a second, but don't worry about that. Gonna take good care of you."

By good care, he means taking advantage of all your loosened holes. Positioning your limp body as he sees fit, the usual amount of prep unnecessary because the intoxication sets in quick and you're at his mercy. Anything's at his disposal. Your mouth is hot, wet, and ready. Clumsy tongue tasting all he has to offer, and you're eager to swallow as many loads as he'll give you. Adorable cunt that can't get enough, sucking in every inch of his cock 'til you writhe and rock back on him, desperate for friction, desperate for movement. When he gets it in your ass, you're like a different fucking person. Like an animal, screaming into the mattress as he holds your arms back for you, fucking into you like you want him to. Fuck you through your drunkenness, through the arousal brought on by it. All the while begging, "More, more, more!" Oh yeah, he's doing this again.

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panicpixieplaygirl · 9 months

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more modern!han – f!reader

notes: han is coming on strong from the get. it’s like a meet-cute… but a meet-fuck. you have been warned.

also. here is a list of songs from my playlist that would fit this moment: break on through, lovers rock, c.r.e.a.m, electric relaxation, touch me, lust. pick ur poison

warnings: han refers to the reader as physically small, exhibitionism, dubcon/noncon?? no explicit consent given but the reader is into it. trust the process i beg you.

MINORS DNI! 18+ word count: 1.3k oops

you take another long drag from the blunt resting between your fingers, sink further into the tacky vintage couch you laze on as the smoke blooms past your lips. music plays loudly through old-style speakers, wired together throughout each room, practically vibrating the house. you lift your heavy lids, made heavier by your new level of high & the thick lash extensions you’d had done earlier that day, and look out to the people surrounding you, having conversations, laughing with each other, dancing together, taking shots, making out.

you’re feeling good, enough to bring a smile to your face in a situation that would have your sober self paralyzed with anxiety. but you’re not quite at that sweet spot yet.

you take a deep inhale and exhale, fill your deprived lungs with air, before bringing the stick back to your lips and abusing them all over again. you’re perfectly relaxed. so relaxed that your reaction to the cocky man sticking his nose in your business is remarkably tame.

“you better go careful with that, sweetheart. it’s pretty thick, and you’re awful small. sure you can handle it?”

you grimace at his words and a laugh. what a line.

“this is mine.” you say as you turn to look at the obnoxious, grown man, but feel your stomach drop and your whole body flutter when you lay eyes in him. he’s classically stunning, sitting on the arm of the couch, plump lips resting in a cheeky grin. no wonder he had so much audacity, hell, he’s earned it with a face like that.

he reaches his hand out for the weed, and you look at him for a moment, trying to decide if his face is worth the irritation.

“you don’t have to give it to me but, uh, it is my house, my party.”

the second time he speaks his voice hits your ears like honey, harps sing in your brain, strings played on your heart, and you’re almost scared at how easily he’s drawing you in. but he doesn’t have to know that.

you take one more hit and hand it to him, humiliated at the way heat floods when your body when he ‘accidentally’ on purpose brushes your fingers for a second too long. his hands are calloused, and much larger than yours, and you know that’s exactly what he wants you to see.

you’re glaring when you look at him again, but he’s still got that stupid smile on his face. he brings the blunt to his lips and takes a deep inhale, his exposed chest expanding, lips pursing around it, and suddenly you’re only seeing the intimacy in the act of sharing smoke.

he holds your eye the whole time, like he’s testing your weed, judging it, judging you by extension, but you’re not concerned. not about impressing him anyway. no, you’re concerned about the way you’re already starting to throb. he’s too gorgeous, he’s too brazen, and every little thing he does only seems to make him more magnetic. worse, he seems to know it. and it annoys the fuck out of you.

“you better be careful with that. in my experience, it’s usually old men who can’t handle their weed.” he wasn’t old at all, but he was definitely older. too old to be bothering you. unfortunately, a large, stupid part of you liked it. at least when it came from that beautiful mouth.

“ouch,” he chuckles as he exhales, enjoying your snark too much. you just roll your eyes, looking away as he inhales again.

“and i’m not that small.”

he fully laughs then, standing from the arm of the couch to get closer to the nearest ash tray, and taking the opportunity to move next to you. he smells like weed, and cigarettes, & faintly of something musky & aromatic, patchouli or frankincense. he is bigger now that he’s closer, and it makes your breathing even heavier than it already was with your lungs trying to filter the smoke from the air. he’s looking at you likes he’s already planned what he’s gonna do to you, and he already knows you’re gonna let him.

“i could lift you easily. and i think you know it.” he keeps the blunt between his fingers but he brings it to your lips for you, waits for you to inhale before he starts speaking again.

“or hold you down, manhandle you, if that’s what you’re after.” you’re definitely throbbing now, and you’re dumb enough to shift your legs, spreading the wetness that had flourished, calling his eyes to your lap. he shifts even closer when he pulls the blunt away, stretching one arm over the back of the couch behind you.

“i think you’re gross.” you say as you exhale.

“i think you like it.”

you can’t deny it, and he knows it. every bold word that falls from his beautiful lips has your mind spinning. you don’t know what it is about him that you let him talk to you like this, if it were anyone else you would’ve caused a hell of a scene, and rightfully so. maybe it’s just that he’s handsome. maybe it’s because he talks to you like he already knows you. maybe it’s because he knows all the right things to say.

“i don’t even know your name.” you watch as he takes another hit from your roll.

“han.” he leans forward and reaches his other arm around you, closing you into him for a moment as he switches the blunt to his other hand. he’s so close that you can feel the heat radiating off him, static buzzing between your almost touching bodies. although you feel like you’re the only two in the room, you’re thankful you aren’t, reminded to you by the fact that, thanks to the music, he can’t hear how heavily your heart is beating.

“what’s yours?” he frees you from his arms, but stays leaned in close. he asks you in a tone that’s softer than you’d expect him to be capable of, like he actually wants to know you. but you’re not ready to give him any satisfaction.

“none of your business.” again he’s unaffected by your attitude, and you wonder how long he’ll put up with it. it’s a game at this point.

“you know my name.” he’s looking right through you.

“it’s your house. everyone here should know your name.” you hear it as soon as you say it.

“we can arrange that.” his voice is low & ready, sending shocks to your cunt.

“you’re filthy.”

you watch him take another hit, smiling, shamelessly enjoying your weak brattiness now, knowing how close you are to dropping it. you’re so close together he has to be careful not to burn you, tilt his head to the side. he holds his smoke to speak.

“we went over that already, dollface.” he takes your chin gently and brings your lips to his, opening your jaw wide as he exhales his smoke into your mouth, then kissing you deeply. it’s sloppy but he’s coordinated, and you have to exhale through your nose because he’s insatiable, practically devouring you. his lips are better than you could’ve ever dreamed, you can’t help the moan that escapes you. he lets your chin go and the hand falls to your thigh, impressively large and already sneaking under your dress and brushing the brim of your panties.

“han,” you try to speak, but it comes out as a moan when his finger grazes your folds through your thong. he kisses across your jaw, down your neck, sucks your skin into his mouth. your hands fly to his biceps, once again showing you how right he was, how small you actually are.

“there’s people everywhere, they’ll all see.” you gasp as his thick finger enters you, easily sliding in through your slickness. you know you shouldn’t enjoy it, but his filthiness has infected you just that quickly, and you have no intention of pushing him away.

han gives you a soft bite to the neck and lightly groans against you, more than pleasantly surprised with how you soak his finger. he can feel his dick straining against his jeans, eager to drown inside you. his grinning when he responds, ears swallowing up the whimpers you try to hold back.

“let ‘em see. it’s my house. and you like it. don’t you baby?”

#me + using a different format each time i post = <3 #😘😘 sorry 😜#anyways enjoy i fucking love me some modern!han #slutbag #han solo x reader smut #modern!han #han solo smut #han solo x reader

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erosmutt · 1 month

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ⵌ ɪɴᴅᴜʟɢᴇɴᴄᴇ ⨾ 𝗛𝗔𝗡 𝗦𝗢𝗟𝗢

age gap - reader is 21 han is 43, glorified dilf han, overall mid smut, 1.1K words

Han Solo - an attractive older man barely out of his 30s, and a total chick magnet. He had an air about him; maybe it was his charm, his wit, his charisma, or all three that had women in town lined up at his door with baked goods and hand sewn shirts to gift him. Of course, they were completely justified in their lust. Han’s salt-and-pepper hair and that smug fucking grin he always had plastered on his face would make any woman run into his arms.

Including you.

You were barely out of your late teen years when you first noticed the way your neighbor looked at you. You were a naive girl, but even then you could feel something strange in the way he looked at you. His gaze always lingered, but you never thought too much of it. But as the years went on, he became less subtle. Now, you were no longer the naive little girl you were before - no, you were a young woman. A young woman with a major crush on her neighbor.

Now, you were trudging down the stairs, half dressed for a funeral service of one of his and your parents’ mutual friends. You wouldn’t have gone if it wasn’t for Han rapping at your front door at 7 in the morning to remind you about the occasion. Snatching the front door open, you’re greeted by Han, who has an unusually bright smile. “Up and at ‘em, kiddo!”

“Alright,” you moan in response, rubbing your hand over your face, then remember the text you sent asking him to wake you. With a soft, apologetic sigh, you give Han a tired smile. You should be grateful, not moody. Still, given how miserable the day is supposed to be, it’s tough to maintain a cheerful attitude. Noticing your mood, Han’s smile falters. “C’mon sweetheart, cheer up, alright?” His large hand comes to give your shoulder a squeeze. “Let’s get you dressed.”

Once upstairs in your room, Han’s eyes wander about the space. “Looks like little ol’ you is still in here, somewhere.” You turn to look at him, shimmying into your dress. “Does it?” He nods. Your room, cluttered by numerous things that made it you, makes Han feel all warm and fuzzy, familiarity and nostalgia filling his chest. “Remember when you came cryin’ to me wantin’ me to kill that spider up in the corner of your room?”

A blush comes across your cheeks as you remember that day - you couldn’t have been any older than 8 years old, screaming as if you’d seen a ghost as you pointed up into the far corner of your room that a harmless daddy long legs was inhabiting. Han laughs softly. “It was silly, wasn’t it? I thought somethin’ had happened to you,” he recalls as he steps towards you. As if automatic, his hands come to the back of your dress to zip it up. His gaze lifts to meet yours in the full body mirror, and it seemed like everything came down to the two of you.

“Seems like just yesterday, doesn’t it? Gettin’ you all dolled up for homecoming with that boy.” Han murmurs with a fatherly tone, his left hand against the curve of your ass as his right slowly tugs the zipper up along your back. “I told you not to go, didn’t I? But you didn’t listen - ended up gettin’ your feelings hurt.” You look down at your feet. That night was a rollercoaster of emotions; and it ended with you in Han’s arms, sobbing out a story about your ruined homecoming. He had made you your favorite dinner, brushed your hair for you, didn’t leave until he was positive you were alright. “But still, you’re ever the stubborn girl, ain’t ya?”

As you once more meet his gaze in the mirror, your cheeks flush pink, goosebumps beginning to dot along your skin. The scent of his musky cologne, his calloused hands against your skin, his intense gaze bearing down upon you - it’s all too much, but not enough.

With a gentle exhale, Han’s fingers dance along your shoulder, up to your face, and he turns your head to face him. Without a word, he leans down, pressing his lips against yours. You were hesitant at first - until his strong arms wrapped around you to turn you around and pull you into him. His hands begin to roam your body with hunger, caressing every curve and valley. Your hands reach to tangle in his soft hair, tugging him closer.

Before you knew it, your dress was bunched up above your hips and the crotch of your tights was torn open - Han’s thick fingers rubbing up and down your slit over your dampening panties. Your breath hitched in your throat as he tugged the fabric to the side, his calloused fingertips brushing against your slick entrance.

“Atta girl,” His voice, soft and deep, whispers between kisses peppered along your jaw. “Soakin’ for me, ain’t ya?” He finally pushes his fingers into you, a cocky chuckle leaving his lips as he curls his fingers, drawing a throaty moan from you. “Oh God, Han,” you gasp, reaching up to grasp at his shoulders, feeling the taut muscle beneath your touch.

“Fuck me, please,” you plead. “Need you- all of you,” The words spill from your lips with a hazed slur. Han’s fingers stop moving, glazed with your wetness as he slowly pulls them out of you. He occupies you by urging you to suck his digits clean as he fumbles with his belt and slacks, getting them undone and shoving them down into a pool of cloth around his ankles. He pushes your thighs apart and groans as he pushes into your velvety heat. “Fuck,” He stopped once he was buried to the hilt inside you, the coarse bush of hair above his cock brushing your mound.

“There we go, all in sweetheart.” Han murmurs, beginning to rock his hips back and forth with a rhythmic motion. He slid in and out with slick ease, his engorged tip bullying your cervix with every inward thrust.

The longer this went on, the more his button-up clung to his abdomen, defining the contours of his body. His muscles flexed as sweat began to dampen his hair, darkening his locks. His hands found your hips, digging into the flesh as he drives his hips into you.

“Shit,” Han hisses, his breath becoming ragged. “Where d’you want it, sugar?” You look up at him, cheeks flushed and tits bouncing. “Just - fuck - pull out,”

He obeys, pulling out of you and fisting his cock until ropes of cum spill onto your stomach. He flashes you that lopsided grin, and runs his hands up the back of your thighs. Han leans down and presses a soft kiss to your sweaty forehead. “That’s my girl.”

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harrisonbrainrot · 5 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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