#han solo smut

[ddejavvu]

and how do we feel about han’s hands on your hips tugging you down to sit on his lap in a cantina. your cold fingers bracing against the peek of hair on his warm chest as he dismisses your protests, saying it like you’re stupid: “everybody’s too drunk to notice anyways.” and repeats the same mantra when he’s rimming your little pussy with his rough fingers under your skirt

'dismisses your protests, saying it like you're stupid: "Everybody's too drunk to notice anyways'

'rimming your little pussy with his rough fingers under your skirt'

and he doesn't say that because it's true he says it because he's already reaching into your skirt and he knows you're worried about it. the urge hit him to stick his hand into your cunt so he's gonna say whatever he needs to say to get you to stop fussing so much about it and he's gonna forcibly tuck your face into his neck so that you can't get all in your head about someone seeing. there's not anyone watching, but if there was he'd make dark, poisonous eye contact with them while keeping his hand buried inside your cunt, obscuring it from view. he's not trying to put on a show here: audience members are not invited.

he just keeps soothing you in that deep, gruff voice of his, as considerate and soft as it'll get, 'don't worry, sweetheart. no one's watching. no one's seein' straight in this place, they couldn't even if they wanted to. hm? no, no one's comin' over. they walked out. don't worry, god, you're so fussy. hey- hey, if you keep worrying about it, you're never gonna loosen up. let go a little, there we go. relax, can't get anything in there if you're a big bundle'a nerves. loosen up for me, come on.

he feeds you a couple sips of whatever he's drinking like 'here. take some of this, and get out of your head. this'll make it a little easier for you to stop worrying so much, stupid.'

[hanasnx]

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 he 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.

[erosmutt]

　★　Captain Save A Hoe　⨟　H. Solo

PART ONE

﹙characters﹚︰Han Solo, Darth Vader, Wilhuff Tarkin, Thrawn

﹙pairing﹚︰Han x DARTH VADER'S APPRENTICE!reader

﹙synopsis﹚︰Master let his little apprentice go on a mission all by herself. It took some convincing from the Admirals, but she soon found herself on Tatooine, searching for a certain smuggler, and their run-in is far different than what she anticipated.

﹙content warnings﹚︰semi-public sex, bathroom sex, quickie, blowjob, face-fucking

﹙word count﹚︰2.0k

⠀★⠀⠀─⠀⠀WRITTEN BY EROSMUTT 25.01.14

Every time you step into the conference room, you absolutely dread what's to come.

Rebels this, rebels that. Stationed here, stationed there.

The only plus to this specific meeting was that for once, Tarkin was not the one doing the talking. It was Thrawn.

"This man is not to be underestimated."

You sit at the table, fingers drumming on the surface in a steady rhythm, the only sound other than the soft beeps and boops of the control module as Thrawn navigates it, although both are being drowned out by your Master's obnoxiously loud breathing.

Nobody is really paying attention, for that matter. Except Tarkin, as always, kissing the Empire's ass.

Your eyes, previously clouded and distant, suddenly focus as the Admiral's words lift your veil of contemplation. You look up at the flickering screen displaying a mugshot of a man who, at first glance, seems unremarkable. "The man in question," Thrawn begins, his voice echoing through the conference room, "is Han Solo."

An involuntary scoff leaves you, drawing the attention of every high-ranking officer present. You lean forward slightly, your demeanor a mix of curiosity and skepticism. "Pardon the intrusion," you interject, your tone measured. "but, what exactly makes him so perilous? He looks utterly unexceptional."

Unfortunately, Tarkin is the one to speak this time. He scrutinizes you with an intensity in his narrowed eyes that can only be perceived as disapproval, which it is, because he does not approve of you. However, he tolerates you.

"His danger lies not in his outward appearance, but in the information he possesses, and the circles he keeps. He's a smuggler, one with a network of contacts that stretches across the Outer Rim and beyond." He takes a breath before continuing, eyes never leaving your face. "Solo has been known to associate with the likes of the Rebel Alliance's top leader. His ship, the Millennium Falcon, is used to ferry critical information and supplies to the Rebellion's strongholds."

Maker, what an earful.

Tarkin's gaze turns back to the mugshot, distaste clear on his face and in his voice. "Furthermore, he's been a thorn in the side of the Empire. He's evaded us for years, always slipping through our grasp at the last moment. In doing so, he's become a symbol of defiance, a beacon of hope for the discontented masses."

Is he done yet?

"Perhaps you'd like to aid in his capture, since you have such curiosity."

Of course not.

"Excuse me?"

The pale blue of Tarkin's eyes fall back on you, studying your expression. "I recommend you take personal charge of this mission to apprehend Solo. Your... unique skills and background may prove invaluable in navigating the underworld he inhabits."

A sound akin to a garbled scoff is heard from beside you. It's clear that Vader isn't happy with this new development. The Grand Moff, ever the antagonist, raises an eyebrow. "Do you disagree, Lord Vader?"

Yes, he does disagree. One thousand times over, absolutely. Yet for some reason, he can't find it in himself to argue with the Admiral today. A few moments of silence pass before Vader speaks.

"Very well."

That's how you found yourself on Tatooine.

Fate decided you would be dropped onto this podunk, backwater planet, and so here you are, feeling stranded on the desolate sands of Tatooine. The scorching heat of the binary suns above bears down upon you, your skimpy clothes given to you for the mission doing little to shield you from the temperature.

Vader had told you he had an inkling that the rogue would be lurking in one of the planet's countless cantinas. Sure enough, as you make your way inside of a particular dive bar, his intuition proved correct.

It's loud. Too loud.

The raucous noise of the patrons and music combined is an unwelcome and very stark contrast to the usual eerie, dead silence you've grown accustomed to in Imperial dwellings. It all grates on your ears, overwhelming you. As your eyes adjust to the dim lighting, they fall upon a familiar face across the room.

Han Solo. Just the man you want to see.

A warmth pools in your tummy as Han's piercing brown eyes meet yours, a cocky, charming grin spreading across his handsome face. Despite there being three girls at the table looking up at him like he hung the moon and stars just for them, you feel an inexplicable pull, a magnetic attraction drawing you towards him. Straightening your short skirt, the leather of it creaking a bit, you take a deep breath and make your way across the crowded cantina, weaving between the tables and assortment of patrons.

He sits at a sabacc table, boots kicked up onto it making no difference on the scratched up surface, his lips now fixed into a lazy smirk on the death stick between them as he plays the game with the ease of a seasoned gambler. As you approach the table, Han's eyes rake over your curves, a flicker of interest in his eyes. He leans back in his chair, one arm draped casually over the back of the seat beside him, a silent invitation. The others present, a mix of humans, humanoids, and aliens, eye you warily, sensing your potential competition.

"Well well," Han drawls around the stick in his mouth, his voice like velvet and sin. "Join us, darlin'." He gestures to the seat beside him.

As you settle in, your hand finds his arm, once again making a heat pool in your stomach. You can feel the warmth of his skin beneath the thin fabric of his sleeve, the firmness of his bicep beneath your fingertips. You lean forward slightly, looking at his hand.

Leaning forward, you watch as Han takes a long drag of his death stick, the embers glowing bright in the dim light of the cantina. He exhales a plume of smoke, his eyes never leaving yours. There's a challenge in his gaze, a dare to match his audacity.

The cards laid out before him are just a jumble of patterns and numbers to your untrained eyes. You have zero idea who has the advantage, but you're not here to play sabacc. You're here for him.

You hesitate for a moment, your stomach fluttering nervously as you glance towards the cantina's entrance. The noise of the crowd fades into a distant murmur. Han's presence, his raw charisma, is utterly consuming.

Suddenly, you remember the reason you came here. To apprehend him. Why does he have your body warming with attraction? You stand up a bit abruptly. "Excuse me," you murmur, hoping he doesn't notice the slight tremor in your voice. "I'll be right back."

Once again, you weave your way through the ridiculously crowded cantina, your heart pounding in your chest as you make your way to the refresher. It's a welcome respite from the chaos, the air slightly cooler and less smoky. You stand at the sink, staring at your reflection. Your cheeks are flushed, your eyes wide and bright. You look... excited, almost manic. You turn on the sink and splash some cool water on your face, trying to snap out of it and compose yourself.

As you dry your hands, another woman steps out of one of the stalls, approaching the sink and turning the water on. "Watch yourself with that one, sweetheart." She warns, tilting her head to the door, referring to Han. "He's trouble." She takes the towel from you, drying her hands. Just like that, she's gone.

The door swings right back open, revealing Han's imposing figure, the smell of smoke and whiskey brought with him. He strides in, each step eating up the distance between the two of you. At 6'2", his tall, muscular frame seems to dwarf the small bathroom, making you feel small and insignificant. Han leans against the sink, looming over you, his gaze boring into yours. A wolfish grin spreads across his face, and it takes every ounce of your willpower to not let out a whimper.

"You said 'right back,' didn't you?" His deep voice asks, sending a shiver down your spine. He hits a fresh pack of death sticks against his palm before tearing it open, tossing the paper onto the floor, and extracting one. With fluid motions he places the death stick between his lip and flicks open his lighter. Shielding the flame with his large hand, he ignites it, the embers glowing.

"Looks like the party's here now," Han sighs, flicking the lighter closed and setting it beside the pack on the counter. His eyes never leave your face. The air is growing thick with tension, the scent of smoke mingling with the lingering floral aroma of the hand soap and your own fear. You swallow, mouth suddenly dry, realizing the precarious situation you've gotten yourself in.

Thrawn was right. He is not to be underestimated.

"Loth-cat got your tongue, sweetheart?" He asks, growing agitated with your silence. "C'mon, darlin'. A pretty little thing like you, comin' here for a good time then runnin' away?" Han pushes off the sink, beginning to circle you. As he stops behind you, he stares with a heavy gaze, taking a long drag of his death stick. The smoke curls around his head like a sinister halo. "You know sweetheart," he taps the ash off the stick into the sink. His hand comes to rest on your hip, pulling you towards him, your back hitting his chest. "I could show you a real good time."

"A good time?" You question, laying your head back against his chest. "Mhm," he leans down and presses a kiss to your jawline, then to your neck, giving your pulse point a teasing flick with his tongue. "Turn back around f'me, sweet thing, face me." He murmurs, and you comply, now facing him. "On your knees."

"Yes Captain." Your voice in your ears is barely audible over the sound of your heart pounding in against your chest as you drop down to your knees. "You know what to do, sweetheart." Your hands find and undo his belt, the metal clasp falling open with a soft clink. Dragging down his zipper, you tug at the waistband of his pants, freeing his hardening cock. It springs out, thick and heavy, the musky scent filling your nostrils.

Tentatively, you wrap a hand around his velvety shaft, stroking it with a light touch. Han inhales sharply, his hips jerking forward slightly, seeking more contact. You lean in, flicking your tongue out to taste the pearlescent bead of precum glistening at the tip. The flavor spreads across your taste buds, salty and slightly bitter, but bearable.

You take a deep breath, steeling yourself, before taking Han's cock into your mouth. Inch by inch, you sink down, lips stretching around his girth. The head of it bumps against the back of your throat, making you gag reflexively. You fight the urge, determined to please him, to get him in Imperial custody as quick as possible.

Han groans, tangling a hand in your hair. "Kriff, hold still dollface," he mutters around the death stick before tangling his other hand in your hair, beginning to guide your movements. He sets a relentless pace, fucking your mouth with short, hard thrusts. Drool leaks from the corners of your mouth, hands on his hairy thighs. Your jaw aches, your neck strains, but still, you take him deeper, until the tip of his cock nestles in the tight clutch of your throat.

He grunts, grip tightening in your hair, holding you in place as he hilts inside your mouth. You shut your eyes, the tears that welled up in them finally spilling down your cheeks. With a deep, guttural moan, Han empties his balls down your throat. "Ohh, Maker," he drawls. "Swallow," he whispers hoarsely. You swallow, the hot, salty essence of his cum making you gag.

Finally, Han pulls out, his softening cock slipping from your used mouth with a wet pop. You gasp for air, strands of drool and semen connecting your lips to his crotch before they snap, decorating your chin with a sheen. You look up at him, eyes pleading and desperate. For what, exactly? You have no idea. Your dignity, perhaps.

Wait a minute. Aren't you on a mission right now?

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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."

[harrisonbrainrot]

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."

[generalkenobee]

Explicit content

Exhibition

Luke was trying so hard to stay in line but you had been bending over and whispering in his ear all day

"Luke I'm so wet right now"

"Luke I really want you to finger me.."

"Luke I'm soo horny"

"Luke I wanna suck your pretty cock right now in front of everyone"

That's what really got him. The thought of Han especially seeing that made him twitch in his pants.

Han always looked at Luke like some kind of kid, and how Luke could never get 'laid' but little did he know that Luke was getting laid. Practically every single night by Hans sister.

"Luke baby, lets take a trip to my chambers. I really need to feel your cock in my mouth" you said kissing his ear.

While you walked away you were interrupted by a familiar voice "where are you two going?"

"none of your business !" You snapped back grabbing Luke's hand and pulling him with you.

---

Your boyfriend's cock was so deep down your throat you had to fight back gags while you rolled your hips onto his shoe. You looked up at Luke doe eyed "you wanna cum for me baby?" You questioned with a mouth full of him.

In response Luke nodded his head so hard you thought he may break his neck.

It all happened so quickly. Han burst in the room talking about takeout, Luke came down your throat and you didn't know where to look, up at your boyfriends blissed out expression, or your brothers pissed off one

"Luke what the fuck?! Get off my sister!"

You pulled Luke's cock out of your mouth and slapped it on your bottom lip

"yeah, god Luke, such a bad influence"

@skywlker-sluvtt

[xstarkillerx]

Han "dumbification" Solo

Han "make you cock drunk" Solo

Han "you're lucky you're cute, you got no brains in there soon as you get a cock in you , right? Just squirts right out your ears— Hey, eyes up, look at me c'mon. That cock making you dumb huh? Making your eyes roll back? Alright, take it then" Solo

[blue-sadie]

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"

[unculturedswine-101]

Hey! How are ya?! I’ve been a little MIA in terms of posting like CONSISTENTLY. But I got that writing ITCH so plz send requests! (Smut and or fluff)

Characters I write for

Steve Harrington

Eddie Munson

Christoph Waltz (or any of his characters)

Han Solo/Harrison Ford

STAN PINES (he’s always been that bitch tbh)

Hugh Grant/Daniel Cleaver

Patrick Bateman (if yk, yk)

Captain Von Trap - Sound of music

Ash Williams - Evil dead

Matt Smith/Prince Phillip/Jack (last night in soho)

If u had a character in mind that’s not listed, don’t hesitate to DM…

[winniethewife]

Kinktober day 28

Day Twenty Eight: Intercrural sex (Han Solo x reader)

Warnings: smut under the cut, nsfw, 18+, FemBodied,

Minors DNI

Words: 460

Han looks at her naked body, his eyes scanning her body with appreciation as she lay in the bed of the hotel room they had managed to get enough credits to stay for the night, its been a long time since they had a night like this, a bed for them to have a good night to themselves. Han wants to savor every moment. He gets on the bed with her.

“You look amazing…I’ve missed this.” He says as he leans into her, pressing his lip into her neck taking in her sweet scent, his hand caressing her arms as she lets out a soft sound.

“Darling… you’re sweet…” She says softly, her own hand tracing circles on his bare chest as they lay together. Han moves to kiss her lips, his tounge exploring her mouth as she feels his bulge hardening in his underwear, her hand reaches for it, palming him. Han pulls away from the kiss softly moaning.

“You’re so beautiful…I need you…” He groans as he yanks his shorts down letting his length spring up. He pulls her closer and slides his hand between her thighs sliding up to her wet folds. He hums softly. “That’s it baby…so wet for me already.” He runs his fingers along her folds letting her slick soak his fingers.

“Han… Please…” She softly whines. He smiles and touches his forehead to hers.

“I’m going to take care of you…Don’t worry.” Han Mumbles as he slides in closer, his hand stroking his length before sliding between her thighs, soft moan coming from both of them. As He moves between her thighs she feels him against her folds his Shaft rubbing her clit again and again as he chased his release between her thighs. His hands on her hips as he pulls her closer. Their chests together feeling each other’s heart beating for the other. She takes her hand and reaches for his face, grabbing his chin and tilting his face to look at her, leaning in to kiss him her lips pressing against his moving in time with his thrusts. He groans into the kiss as he feels his climax approaching. She swallows his moans in her mouth as she felt the knot in her stomach tightening as he moves faster between her thighs, His movement gets inconsistent as he finally Lets his release out on her thighs. Han doesn’t let her go without her own needs met, rubbing lazy circles around her clit drawing her over the edge.

“Ah…Han…I…Kriff.” She pants as she orgasms on his fingers, their sweaty foreheads touching as they look into each other’s eyes, Half lidded with pleasure.

“You’re amazing…” he says softly as he moves her hair out of her face.

“I Know…”

“That’s my line!”   

~

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Tag: @queerponcho

[ddejavvu]

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."

[hanasnx]

MINORS DNI 18+

You and HAN SOLO fight—constantly. Your arguments grate Chewie’s ears at all hours of day, and keep him up at night. Anything under the sun is debated like it’s personal, burdening each other with emotional outbursts over matters of pride. When you land for fuel, there’s not a thing you two can agree on, whether it’s butting heads over directions or how everyone Han owes a little cash to is a stone’s throw away from every port. Sometimes, you theorize that Han’s combatant nature and problem with authority is what drives him to shoot down every comment you make like it’s a competition because he didn’t get enough attention as a child. Han taunts his baseless speculations that you like the drama, and you’re looking for a reason to fight because you love putting him down and feeling in charge. It’s all bullshit to piss each other off, and you both know it. The only thing you two can seem to agree on… is what goes on in the bedroom, where you make up after every yelling match. Somehow, what was worth getting worked up over five minutes ago is worked out now with the pleasant ministration of Han’s dick dragging against your silky walls. “Sorry for calling you a bitch.” he murmurs, but he never would’ve conceded that without your hole squeezing around him. Your free tits are kneaded in his rough hands, shown love through gentle pinches. “But you gotta admit…” He tilts his head as he hints to the end of the sentence, pulling his lips to one side. “you were being one.” Your arm around his shoulders raises to whack him upside the head, flying his hair over his forehead. Relaxing from his flinch, he blows air out of his pursed lips. “Lucky for you, I’m a generous guy.” he quips.

[erosmutt]

﹙🎃﹚FILTH PIG : 𝔥. 𝔰𝔬𝔩𝔬

〣 ﹒▨﹕ CONTENT WARNINGS﹒gunplay, blasterplay, vaginal penetration with the barrel of a gun, piv sex, wall sex, chubby reader

♫ ㆍ TRACK OF CHOICE ㆍSlip It In ♱ Black Flag

⿻﹒︴BNUUY'S NOTES . i made up for it being late by making it longer! love you guys :D also yes, chubby reader. know why? han likes chubby girls, end of story. eee this is my fav one of my kinktober fics i've written! han solo they could never make me hate you.

"Well well, looks like the pretty little smuggler got herself in quite the pickle, huh?"

Shoving you against the dingy alley wall, Han drags the tip of his blaster across your bottom lip, a smug grin plastering itself on his face at the flicker of annoyance in your eyes. "Now, don't play coy. We've both got some collective debts to square up." He chuckles, the scent of stale sweat and cheap booze wafting off him. "Don't you fret princess, I'll getcha outta this mess. For a price."

Dropping the pistol between your legs, he rubs the cold metal against your clothed slit, rubbing it up and down your sensitive folds. Leaning in close, his breath hot on your ear, he murmurs, "Feel that steel on those pretty lips, don't you?"

His other hand roams your curves possessively, squeezing your heavy tits before sliding down to squeeze your ass. A needy whimper escapes your throat as your hips grind against the weapon teasing your aching cunt. "Ooh, gettin' all wet for me already, ain'tcha sugar? Bet this tight little pussy's just dyin' to be stuffed full."

Your heart races as you reach up with a trembling hand to trace your fingertips along his jaw, feeling the stubble. "I'm all out of credits," you admit quietly as to not have your voice echo. Tugging your panties aside, he shoves the short blaster barrel into your hole, stretching you. "That's it sweetheart, take it nice 'n deep."

Han grunts, eyes trained on your curves with hunger. His fingers dig into the soft flesh of your hips as he starts thrusting the barrel in and out of your slick heat, forearm strained. "Ungh, fuck, ride it baby, just like that," he groans, picking up the pace. The lewd squelch of your cunt fills the stale air as he pistons the weapon faster.

A broken moan spills from your lips, head falling back against the rough brick wall as pleasure courses through your veins. Your thighs quiver, toes curling slightly in your boots as your rock against the thrusts. "Han, don' fucking stop, needa cum," you pant.

Suddenly, the blaster is gone, leaving you empty and aching. You barely have time to whine at the loss before the blunt tip of his cock is teasing your entrance, hot and hard and huge. "Beg for it," Han orders in a deep rumble. "Wanna hear how bad this greedy pussy wants to be split open on my dick."

You lift one of your legs and place it on his hip. "Fuck me," you whisper. "Please, fuck me," you keen desperately, reaching down between your legs and spreading yourself shamelessly. With a triumphant snarl, he slams himself up to the hilt in one brutal thrust. Your vision nearly whites out, hands finding his shoulders as a silent scream catches in your throat while he stretches you beyond anything you've taken before. "Fuck yes," he grunts.

Han sets a harsh pace, each thrust slamming you back up against the nasty wall and stealing your breath. The wet slap of flesh on flesh echoes obscenely in the alley as he pounds you with abandon, grunting filthy praise and demands. "That's it," he growls. "gonna fuckin' wreck your little cunt, yeah?" All you can do is hang on for dear life, nails scratching against his clothed shoulders as he rails you without mercy. The coil of tension winds tighter and tighter in your tummy, nerve endings feeling sparked. "'m gonna- fuck, 'm gonna cum!" You cry, eyes shut tight.

His fingers find your clit, rubbing circles against the sensitive bundle of nerves, and that's all it takes to send you over the edge. Your walls clench around his shaft as you cum, orgasm dizzying you, coming in waves. "Gonna fill this pretty cunt up," Han mutters. "breed ya fuckin' stupid." With a final thrust, he cums, painting your insides with his hot seed. You shudder and mewl as you feel it pump deep, claiming you.

He stays buried inside you as he softens, large hands stroking your lovehandles uncharacteristically tenderly. "There we go, princess. One debt settled." Drawing back, fluids drip from your cunt obscenely, making him smirk, much to your irritation. "We'll sort out the rest later, yeah?" For now," he leans in and captures your lips in a messy kiss, all tongue and teeth, before pulling away and flashing you a wink.

"Clean up sweetheart, don't let any other sleaze come fuck you, ya hear?" He tugs his pants up and adjusts his belt. You roll your eyes as you fix your own clothes. "Whatever, Solo." He shoves his blaster back into its holster, pinches your cheek, then goes on his way.

What a dick; but what else could you expect from Han Solo? Nothing. He's a good for nothing sleemo, but by the Force, he could lay it down.

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[kirsteng42]

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Moon Knight

Triple Frontier

The Last of Us

Star Wars

Javier Peña

If You Wanna Be Wild ft. Santiago Garcia: Javi and his new partner, a young Santiago Garcia straight out the military, begin to take down Lorea with the help of Candy, a charming and beautiful prostitute.

Miguel O'Hara

Take It All: Miguel throat fucks you. That's it.

Couch Sex: Rough couch sex and communication

Surrender: Miguel surrenders to you

The Card Counter

Washed In Black: William Tell meets a much younger cocktail waitress and although he initially rebuffs her advances, he soon finds himself inviting her along on his travels. Just for the summer... right?

Inside Llewyn Davis

Shelter from the Storm: Llewyn meets her and she shows him kindness. He finds a way to pay her back. ♥️🌶

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[harrisonbrainrot]

Modern!Han NSFW Alphabet

MDI 18+

Alright, a bit of an explanation: me and @panicpixieplaygirl have literally been obsessed over this man. He's ruined my brain. She has a lot of content for him, some I helped with before this account was created. I'll also be posting my headcanons and some work I have for him. He's a complex man we have poured a lot into. I hope you enjoy him as much as we have.

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Han is oddly attentive, he loves to clean you up. He's always prepared, the man is a sex savant. He'll never leave you waiting for a towel, he's already got one. He's always ready with praise and soft kisses, his hands are warm and firm. Always wants to be close after and will massage your ass.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He's a fan of his hands, he knows what they are capable of and boy howdy, that boosts his ego. He knows they're rough but he maintains them. Keeps them clean after work, his nails short, he's always prepared.

He's an ass man, through and through. Loves his girl's ass. Always touching it, openly stares. Ass smacks and massages and hands in back pockets. He loves all that shit. He's your ass's #1 fan.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He's fucking filthy. He is not scared of cum in the SLIGHTEST. He'll eat you out after cumming in you. He doesn't not care. Anything that leaks out will get pressed right back inside of you with his skilled fingers. Definitely loves for you to swallow. Once when he was really fucked up, he kissed you before you finished swallowing and he found it WILDLY erotic. He was hard all over again.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Has cum in his pants before, he had done molly and was insanely sensitive and it didn't take a lot to push him to that point. He laughed in the moment but made you swear to never tell a soul.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Disgustingly experienced. Experienced to the point where he tests for STDs and keeps the papers for proof he's clean. Knows the best condoms and what to avoid. He's magic with his fingers and mouth but also knows how to fuck, regardless of the method, you're cumming.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Doggie and cowgirl, let's be real here. Doggie because he's an ass man, he likes holding your hips and watching your ass jiggle while he plows you. Alternatively, he loves cowgirl because he likes watching you take control. That being said, he's always in control. He just let's you do what you want for a bit, just to see what you really like so he can do it to you later. He's very observant in regards to your needs.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He's usually down to business, but there's sometimes he can't help but be a laughing mess. He's not always a serious guy and once he's let his guard down and let someone in? He's much more open to being a silly goofy guy, especially when he's stoned. Stoned sex with Han can be silent and intense or absolutely full of giggles for no reason.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He's groomed enough to be polite but he's not clean shaven. 100% keeps his treasure trail. He likes his hair, personally. The light bit he has on his chest, the trail that leads below his belt. It fuels his ego in some way, which is just as well endowed as he is.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Surprisingly intimate behind closed doors. When it's late and private and it's just you two in your own tiny bubble. He loves surprising you with how intimate he is. He'll talk you through your orgasm, lots of intense eye contact. Lots of praise and encouragement.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

If he doesn't have a girl, he's jerking it like twice a day.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

BREEDING KIIIIIIIIINK. He's huge into claiming his territory, marking and claiming you. There's no better way to claim you than by you carrying his child. Even though he doesn't want to be a father (yet), it's some primal thought in his brain that gets him going. It's always a risk, but he's prepared. He'll buy you plan b in the morning if he gets to cum inside you.

He loves giving and receiving hickeys. Your lipstick marking his neck and collar. His hand print on your ass. He loves it all entirely.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Everywhere. Every room in his house has been fucked in. His car has been fucked in. Back yard? Yep. Garage? Yeah, a few times. Some bathroom at a party? Yeah, he'll have you against the door. You're washing dishes, he'll bend you over, holding your hands in the sudsy water. He's always down for a fuck.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Neck kisses and ass cheeks. And if he's had more than 3 beers. If you wear really short shorts, where he can see just enough of your ass cheeks that it's almost scandalous. Odds are he cut your jeans into shorts for you, and he intentionally made them that ridiculously short. He loves his neck kissed, makes him feel like he's being worshipped and his ego is stupid big, so it gets him hard immediately.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Oddly enough, nothing too extreme in the kinks world. He's super into BDSM but like knife play or intentionally hurting you? Not his thing.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Amazing, prefers to give but loves receiving. He loves to give. He will eat you out until his jaw aches. Not to say he doesn't like blowjobs but hearing you get off because of his mouth makes him lose his mind. He won't even take his clothes off until you cum at least twice. He'll kiss you hard after he's done, his face covered in you. Fuck, he's a slut for you.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Usually fast and rough, but late nights or early mornings, just the two of you, he's slow and sensual and it's a nice change of pace. Just unabashed praise.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He LOVES quickies. Late to work because of one? You betcha. His lunch break at the shop? You're bent over someone's car and he'll fuck you for the thirty minutes he's got.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He's huge into taking risks. Especially borderline public sex. If there's a modicum of risk, he's in. Risk of getting caught? Risk of getting you pregnant? Risk of anything, it fuels his desire.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He can easily go two or three rounds. Can last longer with each round. He's got insane stamina, he loves to change his pace up so he can last longer. He likes to cum with you, so he wants to control when and how he cums.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Doesn't own a lot of toys. He feels he doesn't need them but could be persuaded for his partner.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He is a teasing God. He'll tease you all day just to work you up for the evening.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He's loud. Not afraid to moan. The neighbors will know your name. The neighbors will know his name. He wants it loud, he wants feedback. He wants to know you're enjoying it.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He loves when you trace patterns on his back, play with his hair, give him soft forehead kisses. He wants to be treated super tenderly and be taken care of. He's actually the biggest fucking softie in the whole world.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

8.5", girthy, veiny, stretches you just right and hits all the perfect spots without even having to try.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Too high, like.. he's fucking horny all the time.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He stays awake for a while but after a severe romp he passes out fairly quickly. He'll take care of you, cuddle and pass the fuck out. He snores quietly. It's cute.

[xstarkillerx]

What I need is more han solo smut, I think I've read almost everything my short attention span can handle

Recs anyone please please please please