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hanasnx · 2 months

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nose-riding.

MINORS DNI 18+

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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ddejavvu · 9 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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erosmutt · 1 month

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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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generalkenobee · 11 months

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Okokok explicit content

Imagine innocent little Luke Skywalker letting his cock sit inside you while wearing his poncho from the first movie. Han and Leia were sitting in the front seats of the cockpit while Luke and you sat at the booth in the back. He thrusted up into you every so often covering your mouth so your cries couldn't be heard

His poncho covering the whole scene.

"you have to be quiet baby" he said gently rutting his hips up "I know it feels good.."

#star wars #star wars x reader #star wars x you #star wars smut #star wars x y/n #x reader #luke skywalker #luke skywalker x you #sith luke skywalker #luke skywalker x reader #luke skywalker smut #luke skywalker x han solo #voyuerism #exhibition #x reader smut #drabble #req open

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myevilmouse · 7 months

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“Mara’s attending tonight’s gala?”

The words escaped in unmistakable complaint before Luke could stop them.

His twin let them hang there, the silence loud with told-you-so satisfaction.

“It’s not too late, let’s go,” Han said, straight-faced. Apparently a tacit agreement not to tease in place.

Luke sighed. He hadn’t packed formalwear, planning a quiet night before tomorrow’s tactical meetings. But, not the for the first time, his brother-in-law displayed almost Force-sensitive intuition.

“Borrow mine, just like after Yavin, remember?” he grinned. “Leia stocks my closet with lots of fancy threads.”

“Thanks, Han,” Luke smiled.

“That’s three you owe me, kid.”

#evilmousetober23 #fictober23 #drabble #drabbles #100 words #luke skywalker #han solo #princess leia

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panicpixieplaygirl · 11 months

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oh for the love of god we need those harrison ford nd han drafts… 8, 14, 15, 19, 28 and 135 on that prompt list is so han coded i fear!!!!

PROMPTS 8, 14, 15, 19, 28 • han solo x fem!reader

prompt list here!! • MINORS DNI!!

notes: your wish is my command homeslice and more than gladly fulfilled. i threw most of them in this one cause ur so right & all the ones you picked worked together perfectly!! i’m so obsessed w him rn. can’t blame me tho

also tysm for the ask the rest of the drafts will be around hopefully soooooonnn & i’m lovin ur blog

you were in your ultimate happy place- mouth full with han’s cock, throat contracting around his tip as you tried to get him deeper, his hand guiding you to slowly take more and his husky voice egging you on. “that’s it- so good- come on, sweetheart, just a little more.”

you took in as much of him as you could, finally relaxing your throat, hearing him grunt and exhale and praise above you. your cunt was throbbing and dripping at how pleased he was with you, how good he tasted. paradise. just a little more.

and then you were gagging and coughing and he fell from your lips.

you’d be embarrassed, but you knew it was music to han’s ears, his hand immediately coming up to his cock. you whined in frustration as you caught your breath, probably even more eager to have him wholly sheathed in your throat than he was.

“relax, sugar, we can try again.” he consoled you through heavy breaths and a mischievous grin, reaching his thumb from the hand in your hair to stroke your heated cheek. you just wanted to be stuffed already, but for han it was just as satisfying to watch you struggle and try again.

you eyed his spit-covered shaft longingly as he pumped it with his free hand. he was so thick it almost seemed impossible to take him. your mixed discouragement and arousal caused you to whine again. “please, han, could you just fuck me instead?”

han’s dick had been throbbing almost painfully as soon as he left your throat and he was desperate to get it back in. he was ready to cum and he was going to make sure you took every drop down your throat like you had wanted so badly. you started this game, and you were gonna finish it.

“you can take it, you’ve done it before. open your mouth for me, honey.”

still primed to please despite your earlier shortcoming, your mouth fell open wide for him without a thought, but not without a whimper of protest. it was second nature to comply at this point, but even by choice you couldn’t ignore his instruction when he encouraged and commanded you so sweetly.

han’s smile deepened at your obedience as he led his cock to your tongue. “always so good for me, aren’t you? i know you can take it. don’t you want it, baby?” he rubbed his head on your tongue. you moaned at his words, of course you wanted it.

“i’ll take that as a yes.” he chuckled, before pushing himself deeper.

you moaned as you wrapped your lips tight around him and he returned to your senses. his guiding hand moved with less constraint as he crept closer to his orgasm.

you had to concentrate not to gag again as he pulled you deep on him, your eyes scrunched shut while you got used to the feeling and relaxed again. your hands came up to grip his thighs as you slowly inched your throat over him, keeping him locked tight in you as he stretched you wide.

“fuck, honey, that’s it.” han’s chest was heaving, dick twitching at the way your throat constricted around him and your nails dug into his thighs. it took all his might not to thrust into your mouth and close the shortening distance, and it reflected in the way he gripped your hair.

you were so full, so close, paradise again.

“keep your eyes open,” he huffed out. “look at me, honey.” he was close, too.

again you complied, batting tears away as you opened your eyes. it was hard to seem him right from this angle, but he lifted his hips just enough to connect your eyes and slide his cock the rest of the way down your throat, and then he was gasping and grunting uncontrollably.

the sight of him, the sound of him, the way he filled you, you could feel it all in your cunt as if he was fucking you there instead. your hands wrapped to the back of his thighs and held him there as you imagined his cock deep inside where you needed him most, your spit drooling down his balls & over your chest, and he was done for.

han came hard with a string of profanities and praises, holding you against him as he spilled his load down your throat, forcing you to (gladly) swallow it down. you nearly came from the sight alone. you knew you were in for it when he was done and you throbbed at the thought.

he groaned and panted as he looked down at you and pulled you off him. a sweet smile slowly pulled over his lips as you caught your breath, his hand now loose and massaging you gently. “damn, girl. i told you, you never disappoint.” you smiled at that.

“don’t make a mess, baby.” he said with a little laugh as he wiped your spitty mouth and pushed his thumb past your lips.

you gave it a swirl and a suck before pushing it back out. you grasped his hand and pressed a small kiss to his palm.

“don’t try to pretend like you don’t like it.”

notes: my mouth literally watered while i wrote this i wanna suck his dick so bad. harrison ford if u see this 1. pls call me and 2. pls don’t see this. no caps for drabbles cause i like it this way <3. semi-proofread? i’m high. y’all keep sending requests tbh it’s the end of summer semester so i’m a little swamped but i’ll have so much free time after >:)

#can u tell i love to be a whiny hoe #at least for han anyway #han solo x reader smut #harrison ford x reader smut #x reader smut #drabbles #prompts

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walkawaytall · 8 months

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#12 or #4 for the drabble game? (Writers choice). I am not the drabble police so feel free to go over or under however you please.

Okay, these felt harder than the others for some reason, but it may just be that I'm in a weird headspace right now.

12. "Everything's okay, go back to sleep."

His gasping woke them both, though he knew Leia pretended to sleep while she assessed the situation. He tried to steady his breathing, pushing away the images that hung in the air long after he woke.

“Han?” she murmured, worried.

The relief that flooded over him hearing her voice surprised him. "Everything's okay,” he said, still breathless, still choking on carbonite and smoke from Jabba’s palace. “Go back to sleep.”

She didn’t, of course. Instead, she wrapped her arms around him, comforting him as he did on her worst nights. “I’m here, sweetheart,” she murmured, and he could breathe again.

4. "I don't feel good."

“Why’re you here?”

“I don’t feel good.”

The admission was alarming in and of itself — Han had never heard the princess actually admit to feeling sick — but it was made doubly so by the fact that she said it while curled up in a pathetic ball in one of the crew bunks. She had apparently let herself in — he had said she could sleep there any time, after all. She hadn’t answered his question, though.

“But, why’re you here?”

“It feels safe here.”

Oh.

“I can go.”

He shook his head, though she couldn’t see. “No, sweetheart, you can stay.”

#drabble #yes they're all genuine drabbles #I did it #star wars fanfiction #star wars fanfic #star wars drabble #leia organa fanfic #han solo fanfic #wat answers

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sungjinwhump · 5 months

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Shadownanigans Ch 03 || Two types of siblings

Summary: As Jinwoo’s body & personality start changing following the events of the double dungeon, Jinah has been documenting it. Not entirely on purpose, at first, but then her little following on social media catches sight of something… strange about her brother’s shadow during one of her TikToks, and she becomes determined to find some answers. This turns into a series of shenanigans and silly pranks as she tries to unravel the mystery that is her own older brother, Hunter Sung Jinwoo.

Or: Jinwoo isn’t exactly up-to-date with the latest trends and thinks that Jinah has been recording videos to send to her friends, or maybe as some kind of video diary to show their comatose mother if when she wakes up. He doesn’t realize she’s been posting them on social media for the world to see.

AO3 || Read below the cut:

sung_jinah has posted a TikTok.

[POV: When ur a high school student struggling with early mornings but ur brother’s a hunter]

Audio: death bed (coffee for your head) by Powfu

Video of Jinah struggling to get out of bed in the morning for school, showing multiple timestamps. When she finally pulls herself out of the covers, the video cuts to her in the kitchen to make coffee, rubbing an eye. She frowns as she realizes they’re out of coffee grounds. She shakes the canister as if that will help but it does not. Another cut, this time to her munching sleepily on a piece of toast.

Audio change: Last Resort by Papa Roach

Cut to a shirtless man presumed to be Jinah’s brother doing sit-ups in a dimly lit room, the video shot through the slight crack of his bedroom door. Timestamp: 5:03am.

Cut to Jinah’s brother on the ground many floors below, dressed in a tracksuit, kicking off into a run. The video is shot many floors above him, through an apartment window. Timestamp: 5:10am.

Cut to Jinah’s brother in the living room of their apartment, with two daggers on the counter. He seems to be comparing them, his finger curled under his chin in deep contemplation. Timestamp: 6:20am.

The video loops.

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hansongyeet is this the standard for even low-rank hunters?? oh no i’m in trouble creator reply Idek ;_; he didn’t used to exercise this way???

#sung jinwoo #sung jinah #only i level up #solo leveling #my fics #my writing #drabble collection #social media au #tiktok au #sung jin woo #sung jin ah #solo leveling fanfic #han songyi #canon divergent au

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captain-lessship · 1 year

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Duo (Drabble)

It was an awkward situation to say the least. It had started weirdly and it was only getting weirder.

“Get your paws off me, you over grown Ewok!” You shouted at the huge hair creature that had you hovering above the ground you by the jacket.

“Alright kid, give it back.”

You looked at the dark haired man and his outstretched hand.

“I don’t know what yours talking about now make your pet put me down.” You struggled in its grip.

“My wallet.” He said, “I felt you take it.”

You looked him up and down, “Make him put me down, then we’ll talk.”

Han looked at you. There was something familiar about you he couldn’t quite put his finger on. “Who’s your dad?”

You shot him a look, “I don’t got one and I don’t need one.”

Han rolled his eye, “Chewie, put him down.”

You fixed your jacket and shot the beast a glare, “Alright,” you dug in your back pocket and tossed Han his own wallet.

“What’s your name?” Han asked. He knew he had to know a relative with how familiar you looked.

You gave your first name, confusion written on your face.

“Last name?”

“Well, technically it would be Solo.”

That’s why you looked familiar. You looked like him.

#han solo #han solo and chewbacca #Han Solo imagine #fanfic writing #fanfic #family #reunited family #Dad!Han Solo #drabble #short reads #son!reader #Male reader #chewbacca

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otterandterrierwrites · 11 months

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otterandterrier’s fics: nobody baby but you and me

A thematic self-rec list.

RETURN OF THE JEDI

Under starless skies we are lost On the Millennium Falcon's journey back from Tatooine, Leia helps Han as he struggles with the lingering effects of hibernation sickness, the six months long vacuum in his life and the intricacies of loving someone this much. [wc 3,496, T, 2023]

the static of your arms, it is the catalyst A proper (smutty) reunion (with angst and feels). [wc 3,995, E, 2020]

hold me close, don’t ever let me go Han's thoughts during the bridge scene. [wc 1,000, G, 2023]

Waste away the darkest light The night before the battle of Endor, Leia and Han try to find comfort in each other while they struggle with the secrets threatening to pull them apart. [wc 1,348, G, 2016]

I hang my hopes out on the line The morning after the Battle of Endor, Leia has an(other) important matter to discuss with Han as they enjoy a moment of peace at the beginning of a new day. [wc 1,443, T, 2016]

'Cause when it all goes down, I want you by my side My version of how a marriage proposal soon after the battle of Endor could happen. [wc 1,034, T, 2022]

#hanleia #han x leia #star wars fanfiction #han solo #leia organa #themed self recs #rotj drabbles that are part of anthologies not included #i'll make a separate list for those

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quietwingsinthesky · 15 days

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Drabble 116/366 - Star Wars

Luke carries ghosts, and Leia builds a republic. Han’s a hero, but he’ll introduce himself a dozen different ways first— smuggler, pilot, right hand man to princesses and Jedi.

Han is a selfish man, but he’s who they need. Because those two might not want to hear it, but duty will crush them, too, if they can’t step away from codes and councils. Someone has to pull them down from orbit before they burn up.

And if that ends with Luke sprawled over his stomach and Leia curled against his side, hand in her twin’s hair, Han won’t be complaining.

#we return to my original trilogy trio roots…. mwah #han solo? more like han stuck-in-the-skywalker/organa-sandwich. uh.#drabble-a-day #drabble-a-day 2024 #fanfiction #star wars #han solo #luke skywalker #leia organa #hanleialuke

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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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ddejavvu · 4 months

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pairing: han solo x reader

summary: you get a little distracted while giving han a blowjob // based on a message from my friend who i do not wish to expose by name, about "licking Harrison fords space body"

this post is 18+, minors dni.

Maybe it's that this time you're on your knees recreationally, not driven by a vapid pit of lust below the gut of the man standing before you. When you have the time to be thoughtful about sex, you typically prefer penetration, but today you'd felt like occupying your mouth, and Han had been happy to oblige.

"Well get after it, killer," He drawls, confused by your sudden hesitance. You've never wasted this much time before sucking his cock into your mouth before, and he's not sure why you're doing it now.

Your eyes are trained on his hips, broad, tan stretches of skin and muscle and bone that lead into his thick, sturdy thighs. You've heard a similar build be referred to as a tree trunk thigh, and you cant say you disagree with the description; they're strong and firm, something you'd definitely like to climb.

You've squeezed his thighs before, flung your arms around his waist when he'd tried easing you off of his cock before you were ready to let go to anchor yourself to him. You've touched them, you've sat on them, you've ogled them, but you've never fully appreciated them like you want to do now.

"Come on," He urges, voice taking on an exasperated bite, "What're you doing down there, meditating? Get in there."

He braces a hand at the back of your head and pushes it forwards into his hips, his hard cock running into your face. You scramble to open your mouth and suck it between your lips where it had been smearing sticky precum against your cheek, a stain of it left across your chin, too. He gives you a moment to get settled but you're still distracted, and Han can tell in the way that you're only absentmindedly suckling at the head of his cock.

His mouth ticks down in a disgruntled frown and he reverses his grip on your head, pulling instead of pushing. Your scalp burns where he tugs at your hair but it's only enough force to get you off of his cock, and you lick across your sticky bottom lip while staring up at him, waiting for an explanation.

"What's with you today, crazy?" He asks, eyes narrowed as he thumbs at your chin, "You got somethin' on your mind?"

"Your thighs," You admit, voice already a tad raw from sucking his cock, no matter how casually you'd been doing it, "They look really good."

"My- thighs?" He confirms, brows furrowed, "You had my dick in your mouth, and you were thinking about my legs?"

"They're sexy," You breathe, reaching up to ghost your fingers against one of his thighs, feeling its warmth beneath your touch, "Han, can- can I please...?"

"What?" Now he's thoroughly exasperated, "Spit it out."

You do quite the opposite, and attach your mouth to his thigh.

You're sure that the warm, wet swipe of your tongue over his hip is strange, and you wonder if you'll ever hear his breath catch again so sharply, so weakly. It's a sound he's drawn out of you countless times, but never have you managed to catch him off guard enough for it to come out of him. His muscles tense under your tongue and you turn to teeth, gnawing gently on the firm mass of tanned flesh between your jaw.

"-the fuck do you think you're doing?" He demands to know, even more alarmed when your tongue wets the outermost undercurve of his ass - barely teasing at the skin there but enough to send him into a daze.

"Your hips are so sexy," You breathe, words fanning hot over his side as you bite down on his hipbone once more. There's something deliciously taboo about them, typically covered if only for the modesty of another body part; chaste in design but sinful in association, "Han, please- please just let me stay here for a minute."

He's persuaded by the way that you dip your tongue into the crease between his thigh and his cock, lapping at the sweat-tacky skin there and ignoring the way that his balls nudge against your face. His hand flies to his cock, stroking it before he even realizes he's moved it, words uncharacteristically strained as you press a parting kiss to his balls before snaking your tongue downwards in a slimy trail.

"Fine. Fine, shit," He hisses, feeling the burn of your fingernails into his skin as you wrap your arms around his thigh. You hear obscene squelching sounds as Han strokes himself off, vigorously thanks to your efforts in soaking his thigh with your drool, although he pretends not to enjoy it, "Y'know, something's wrong with you. Gave you my cock and you're over here chewing on my leg instead."

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erosmutt · 1 month

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☆ thinkin' bout . . .

. . . cowboys han solo and anakin skywalker

snippet to a fic i'm gonna write

"now ain't that a shame," han murmurs as he sips his whiskey, reclined in his chair with his feet kicked up on the table like he owned the saloon. "pretty little miss all alone over there." he motions towards the bar.

anakin grumbles, lifting his hat. he had been trying to take a goddamned nap, but han would rather scout out women to potentially bed. but once his eyes met the lady his friend was talking about, he perked up.

you were a saloon girl, wearing a knee length skirt paired with a white blouse and a green bodice. you were currently entertaining guests, smiling brightly. "scandalous, ain't it?" han asks, and anakin nods. "awfully short. can see 'er petticoat when she bends over."

speak of the devil, you came over to the table the two men were sitting at. "evenin' boys, need a top-off?" han nods, holding out his glass. "i reckon' you been here a good while?" anakin rolls his eyes at han's boldness. his ability to pick up women like it was nothing irked him to no end. of course, anakin had his fair share of bodies, but he might as well be a virgin compared to his friend. "good gracious, you sure are a sight for sore eyes."

"ignore him," anakin tells you calmly. you smirk as you refill han's glass. "now why would i do that?" you ask curiously. "seems like a fine gentleman to me." capping the bottle, you give anakin a smile. "maybe you should pick up a thing or two from your partner here, mister." with that, you saunter off, han staring back at you with no shame, and anakin looking at the back of your head with disbelief.

the both of them knew bedding you would be a challenge, but a welcome on nonetheless.

ᝰ.ᐟ @102hannah

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myevilmouse · 6 months

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Leia gently applied bacta to a swelling bump on her husband’s forehead.

“I should have expected it,” Han sighed. “A party of little Force users, why shouldn’t they attack the ghoul when it appears?”

He winced as Leia secured a bandage, dropping a kiss on it.

“It’s not your fault,” she soothed.

“No, it’s yours! Costume’s too realistic! Our own kids didn’t recognize me!”

Luke walked in. “Need some Force healing there, Mr. Zombie?”

“I’m a ghoul!” Han scowled. “A very scary, convincing ghoul.”

“They went easy on you,” Luke laughed. “Or you’d need a bacta tank, not a patch!”

This concludes evilmousetober23, I'd like to thank everyone for following my drabbles! I will be posting them on AO3 in a series soon, and you can always find them with the #evilmousetober23 tag on my tumblr. If you want more evilmousetober drabbles, you can check out evilmousetober22, my 2021 TwoforOneTober, evilmousetober2020, and the OG Fictober2019 drabbles!

Happy Halloween!

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panicpixieplaygirl · 9 months

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this is filthy lmfao but thinking about han solo with messy sloppy cummy face from going down on you just wiping his mouth with his hand and turning you over and giving you a harsh wet smack on the ass. & he’d just laugh at the sound you make & get right back to it 😵‍💫🫠 ahhhgjgjhh

#neeeeeed need need need #here’s a little secret i am planning yet ANOTHER thing to fucking write and not fucking finish but anyways.#it’s basically just back door man by the doors. he’s the other man & ur his midnight dream 😩 he eats more chciken than any man ever seen #hope u see my vision #also hope i can make it drabble length and pump it out easy 🙏🏼#han solo x reader smut #han solo smut #minors dni

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