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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.

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"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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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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userstuf · 17 days

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★ STAR WARS USERS ★

• hnsollo

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imhkenobi · 2 years

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miss this trio so much 🥲💔

#star wars #luke skywalker #leia organa #han solo #a new hope #star wars leia #star wars luke #star wars han solo #likes #like #hi hello #hello tumblr

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notsofriendlyfriendlyreminder · 10 months

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if i get asked again what do I and my mom have in common I'm just gonna say a fat crush on Harrison Ford.

#indiana jones?#yes pls #han solo?#yes yes yes #indiana jones #han solo #star wars #star wars han solo

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tonsillessscum · 4 months

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Leia post in honor of Carrie Fisher’s passing which was 7 years ago today.

#star wars #leia #princess leia #leia of alderaan #leia skywalker #leia organa #Star Wars memes #Carrie fisher #Han solo #leiahan #empire strikes back #a new hope #return of the jedi #ristarwars

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swedenis-h · 11 months

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Idk how they’re getting outta this one (X)

#I was gonna make a bunch of these but then this took me all day 😭#I’ll definitely still make some vamp ones but #not today!#leia organa #han solo #barbie #barbie movie #art #fanart #digital art #fan art #star wars #sw #sw fanart #star wars fanart #hanleia

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stealingpotatoes · 1 month

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What was Luke’s reaction to a larger body of water

his moisture farmer instincts kicked in

(donation doodles! // tip jar)

#leia organa #han solo #luke skywalker #star wars #my doods #thanks for the ask!#ot trio #skywalkers & water

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gffa · 4 months

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Star Wars: A New Hope - The Special Edition Covers by Dave Dorman

#star wars #obi wan kenobi #anakin skywalker #luke skywalker #leia organa #han solo #chewbacca #wilhuff tarkin #comics

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iverna · 1 year

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trust him, he's a professional

#he's had far worse plans #and they worked too #don't have to be a genius when your opponent is an idiot #star wars crack #obi-wan kenobi #han solo #sorry anakin but it's true #you are a dumbass #going to the dark side did not help with that

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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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darthvaders · 6 months

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#Galaxy's mightiest heroes

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godthinksabel · 8 months

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The OT as text posts part 7

#star wars #luke skywalker #han solo #leia organa #lando calrissian #star wars a new hope #star wars empire strikes back #star wars empire #star wars return of the jedi #sw rotj #sw esb #sw anh #empire strikes back #return of the jedi #a new hope

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carricfisher · 2 months

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Star Wars: Episode IV – A New Hope dir. George Lucas | 1977

#star wars #a new hope #swedit #filmedit #filmgifs #scifiedit #userteri #usertennant #userconstance #usermelanie #usernik #useraurore #underbetelgeuse #usersugar #tuserpris #miatendos #leia organa #han solo #*edit

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vader-anakin · 2 months

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Star Wars: Episode V - The Empire Strikes Back (1980)

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bethsvrse · 7 days

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please PLEASE learn how to tag your fanfics. Don’t tag fluff when it’s angst, don’t tag smut when it’s fluff and please don’t tag characters that ARENT EVEN MENTIONED IN THE FIC!!!!

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