#ANSWERED. ( han solo. )

[erosmutt]

I desperately need Han Solo to bend me over so baddd, need him to be a big meanie about it too 😩

YESSSS !! doggy with han solo... been on my mind more times than i'd like to admit. Also I'm literally writing this as I walk in the rain, plz be patient and idk if this is up to your expectations I'm going to ###⠀★⠀⠀─⠀⠀WRITTEN BY EROSMUTT 23.03.04

Han tangles one hand in your hair, his other resting on your asscheek as he pounds into you from behind, his half-lidded gaze fixed on the way the fat of your ass ripples. In the mirror in front of the two of you, your eyes meet your fucked-out reflection, drool at the corner of your mouth, hickeys bruising your neck and jaw, your hair messy, strands flailing about as your body jolts with the movement.

"feel that, baby? Yeah? Feel my fat cock stretchin' you out?" Han asks, a smile plastered on his face. The two of you make eye contact through the mirror, and his smile only gets wider, seeing the way he's ruined you already. "C'mon, say somethin' sugar. Can't talk, huh? Dick that good?" He chuckles, running a hand through his damp hair.

Your arms give out, your upper body collapsing against the sink, making you grunt in pain, but Han doesn't care. He yanks your head back up by your hair. "Aht aht, stand up, look at yourself, babydoll. Can't handle seeing how bad I've messed you up?" He smacks your face with a bit more force than intended before gripping your chin and forcing you to keep your head straight, eyes focused on yourself. He shoves his fingers into your mouth, hissing as he feels your teeth bite down on him. "Watch it,"

He chuckles at the little whimpered apology you let out, and starts to thrust faster, chasing after his own orgasm with no regard for your pleasure. "Jus' like that baby," he grunts, abs flexing as he moves. His hand previously holding your face finds his shirt, unbuttoning it completely and using it to wipe the sweat beading on his brow, his hair sticking to his forehead getting tousled even further. "Gods, 'm gonna cum," he growls, tugging on your hair harder, pulling you away from the mirror and making your scalp sting. "Han!" You cry, arching your back. "Right there," you pant, hands grabbing at the sink.

With a hard, deep thrust, Han stills, letting out a shaky, guttural moan as he spills himself inside of you, his eyes fluttering closed. "Oh..." He flashes you a lopsided grin through the mirror. "That was good."

[macaroni-stars]

Sooo...

What was that about the tent scene?

oh boy, here we go....

WATCH THE ACTUAL SCENE HERE FIRST (stupid tumblr and its video policies.....)

AND IMMIDIATELY WE BEGIN WITH LUKE MOANING HAN'S NAME THAT I HAVE AND WILL CONTINUE TO USE FOR NEFARIOUS PURPOSES. 

But on a more serious note, there is something so deeply symbolic that the radio dramas have decided to write in the seemingly little "I can't see." for Luke as he is getting saved by Han. As if their stories did not mirror each other enough, here we have the drive home, which also brings forward a magnificent parallel of them recognizing each other's voices even while blinded, as well an amazing metaphor of each one being the 'guiding light' for the other, a guardian angel that comes to the rescue even when the world turns dark. 

And speaking of guiding light. Here is a little extract from a few minutes earlier, of Han finding Luke:

Luke is calling out Han's name, but did you notice the "Han, so it would be you." later in the tent? meaning in THIS moment he is delirious, and doesn't register what is happening. HE IS JUST CALLING OUT HAN'S NAME WHILE ON THE VERGE OF DEATH, BECAUSE THAT IS WHAT'S FLASHING BEFORE HIS EYES, I WILL RUN MYSELF INTO THE WALL-

And oh, how desperate Han is. OH HOW DESPERATE—

"Don't go to sleep on me.. Don't do this to me Luke, come on, give me a sign here!"

HOW YOU HEAR HIS VOICE SHIFT. HOW HE GOES FROM DEMANDING TO PLEADING. I AM ON THE POINT OF CLINICAL INSANITY—

Khm, back to the original plot of the movement. 

The little "There is not much room in here" must be agnowleged fully in order to understand that throughout this entire exchange they are essentially pressed into each other in a crammed space (the writers seem to really love doing that since the anh floor compartments). This, coupled with "Keep the thermal wrap around you", it's not hard to imagine Han hugging Luke to himself for warmth, speaking to him quiet words of encouragement and gentle jokes through heavy breaths. And people will tell you they were just friends. 

"How are you feeling?" Han has never ever sounded softer. I am forever in gratitude to Perry King for how he portrays Han in the radio dramas, because while he keeps the cocky attitude of Harrison he sounds deeply worried, close to tears, and incredibly intimate and soft when he needs to, and specifically for moment like these he should get a medal. 

I just love their playful remarks to each other in general, but specifically the fact that Han answers to Luke initiating, and while Luke's voice is sarcastic and frustrated, Han tries to gently give him a genuine smile, being the one to keep the morale up this time, so to say, which is a switch in their dynamic that is so refreshing and so influential, that I have adopted this attitude of theirs to a substantial number of my fanfics. 

"No more talking like that!" Oh how I love this moment, because not only is this Han tugging Luke out of his spiraling, something we saw even in A New Hope, after the death of Ben, but there is something in his voice, this little sinking tone that makes me think he is also saying that to himself in a way. Because he doesn't even want to think about losing Luke, even if rationally he knows that the possibility of it has never been closer. 

(a sobbing break for how Han whispers "you" through a chuckle) 

"Well, I guess you can cancel all my social engagements for the evening." with the intention of spending said evening in Han's arms, so command the consequences, this is Victorian lady level flirting, scandalous, promiscuous if you will. 

AND NOW WE TAKE A BREATHER BEFORE THE NUCLEAR BOMB 

"So what's your excuse this time, huh?"

"Huh? For what?" 

"Coming out after me. I guess you can't claim it was on money this time."

"Well.. I'll figure something out, Luke."

"I bet you will."

With the whispered, panting voices, with that little gruff in Han's, with Luke's getting quieter, as if he is leaning closer and closer to Han's face...

Find me an explanation to this that does not involve homosexual tendencies and the deepest of attraction. Convince me they are just friends. Show this to a person without context and ask them whether the characters are written as lovers. Find me a scene so deeply personal while also being sexually charged. 

THIS changed me as a person. THIS broke me. THIS is why I am a skysolo scholar with honours. THIS is the end of me. 

(honestly, guys, I want to just do an animatic of this goddamn scene, because it is SO insanely vital to the formation of my brain chemistry...) 

[katrein05]

I'm stuck in a van for 3 hours! Please blow up my box with asks! Anything ridiculous crazy dumb ! Anything GENERAL about me!🤣 GENERAL RATING GUYS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I HAVE AN ASKS POST PINNED IF YOU NEED IDEAS OF WHAT I MEAN!!!!! ANONYMOUS IM LOOKING AT YOU... YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE....

[hanasnx]

Hello! May I please request a smutty Han Solo x fem!Reader with prompt #11 and/or prompt #42 (I loooove daddy dom Han)?

prompt: #11 + #42

MINORS DNI 18+

prompt list | rules WC: 0.9k | CHARACTERS: han solo x f!reader WARNINGS: sexual content | implied smut | dom!han | kinks: size, daddy | arguing

"Are you serious?" the incredulous tone of HAN SOLO follows you as you march away from him. "Where do you think that little ass is goin'? We aren't done talkin', sweetheart." his condescension is unnecessary, but it conveys his exasperation. The thunder of his boots catch up to you, and a large hand reaches out, latching onto the back of your belt at your tailbone. Effortlessly, he arrests you, directing your body to a sunken doorway in this hall. The attendants of this base pass you by to perform their duties, and he points a finger in your face. "What's the attitude for, huh?" His finger turns on him, gesturing to his chest with a raise of his brows, "Did I do somethin'?"

"Typical!" you huff, throwing your arms into the air in an annoyed and defeated motion. You're tired of this, you don't want to explain things to him, you just want him to figure it out. He's supposed to be smart, isn't he? When you go to retreat, he palms your upper arm, drawing you right back where he wants you.

You regain your footing after your stumble, and he straightens, crossing his arms. "I ain't gonna chase you anymore, sister. Get it out now while you've got my ears."

When you reluctantly concede, and check each ways of the passage, you conclude you can't talk here. The door next to you gives you an idea, and with all your suspicious looking around Han gives you a questioning expression, pivoting his head to eye you from the side with a brow furrow and parted lips. You slam your hand against the door controls, sliding it open, and dragging him inside by his wrist. Once you're sealed in the safety of this small storage room, you round on him.

"You've ignored me every since we got to this stupid base, and as soon as you realize I'm mad at you— suddenly—" You gesture wildly. "you're interested! Then—"

"There's more?"

You scoff indignantly. "Yes, Han! There's more!"

He nods, cutting you off. "Oh, I get it. Okay—" It earns him a deep frown from you.

"—What? What do you get—?" you taunt, and he persists.

A shrug, a stupid pinch of his shoulder to his neck as he raises his voice to match yours, "I've been 'neglecting' you, right? That's what this is about? You're acting out like you need a good fuck!"

"Han!" you scold.

"Well, that's what you're tellin' me!" When he drops his arms and advances on you in a leisure lumber, you back up out of instinct.

"Don't you dare think you can touch me right now." you warn, but as usual Han sees right through an empty threat, your back against the shelving.

“C'mon. Be a good girl for daddy.” he condescends, "I'm giving you what you want. You'll feel better after, right? After daddy does his thing? Give it here." The annoyance is apparent in his responses. Once you're trapped against the shelving, he stoops. He towers over you, and in order to reach the space between your legs, he tips his body to the side. Defiantly, you twist your hips, jerking away from his hand. You don't like his attitude, or that he thinks he can just do whatever he wants, or how he makes fun of you, using your kink against you. "You gonna fight me for it? Sweets, we both know you can't hold out long. So jus' lemme get you off and we can put this whole thing behind us."

Something about an argument puts you over the edge with him. You've never conversed with anyone so frustrating, someone that brought this side out in you. You hate the way he solves problems, and you hate how sometimes when he solves these types of problems by getting you off that it's successful. Embarrassingly so. There's a part of you that wants to put him to work, but that won't fix everything. He has a shitty way of apologizing.

"Like I'd let you walk all over me and then act like it's all good after! Again!" you seethe through gritted teeth. You meet his gaze at eye-level with you, jutting your chin when you press your lips into a line.

"Why?" he plays dumb, but there's a knowing hint of a smile on his crooked mouth. "You're good at it."

Clearly, he'll need a different approach. With a cautious glance behind his shoulder at the door, he confirms it's not locked, which adds to his thrill. He sighs, adjusting his pants to accommodate his knees when he gets on them.

"At least let me check somethin'."

A sick sense of pride blooms in your chest at the sight of Han kneeling in front of you. He doesn't do it often, but you know where this is going. So you begrudgingly offer your hips to him.

"There, see?" he praises, thick fingers hooking in your bottoms to undo and tug them down. "Was that so hard? Let me do this right." Like a man would, he sucks on the tips of two of his fingers, cleaning them off before he wedges them between your thighs, swiping at your folds. You're slick. "That's what daddy thought. He's always right."

You shift forward, warning him wordlessly about his poor choice of words. The side of his nose scrunches charmingly in his amusement, his crooked grin spreading onto his handsome features. You denied yourself the possibility of smacking it right off. Still tentative, you won't widen your stance, and so he peels your pants further down to give you room to.

“Spread your legs for daddy, I want to see you.”

[twilightofthe]

I GOT YODA BITCHES I’M SO HAPPY also it’s the cutest description for him too (don’t ask why my sheev score is so high shhh)

What did y’all get?

[perfectfangirl]

han as copper and leia as lucy

stop!? op omg--- lucy: i love you. cooper: i know.

listen... this entire scene but ghoulcy ok 🏃‍♂️

wait ok but you said han and leia as cooper and lucy--- what you really meant was han lassoing leia and dragging her around, huh? oof lgdlgdf

[beijingnoodle]

Kylo Ren/Ben Solo and Poe Dameron raised as brothers

[walkawaytall]

Trick or treat! Since you're stuck at your hair appointment...what do you think your characters' hair care routines look like? (No need to do a lot of research, just the ~vibes~.) Are there any outside factors or habits that influence them?

Ooh, fun question!

I'm going to keep it to the main trio + Chewie (because how could I not address Wookiee hair care?).

Luke: woke up like that. No matter what age, no matter what he's doing, he just doesn't care all that much about hair aside from keeping it clean (and even that is probably a bit relative, given the various situations he's lived through).

Han: wants you to think he woke up like that, but he takes the time to make sure everything looks reasonable. Maybe he owns Space Mousse, even. He and Chewie share some sort of unholy 17-in-1 shampoo/conditioner/bodywash/etc. of dubious origin that is only available in those giant, industrial-sized tubs that you usually see housing condiments in school cafeterias.

Leia: I mean, it's been pretty well-established that hair is A Thing for Alderaanians, and I think pre-war Leia probably put in the time to do things like masks or oil treatments to keep her hair in decent shape. But she's a practical person, and while involved with the Alliance, just does her best to get by. We mainly see her in some sort of crown braid while on bases and missions, and that seems as practical as it is (potentially) about tradition (especially at that length. I grew my hair out to like...my waist last year, and at its longest, various braids were my best option because it started tangling a lot, and styles that piled all of my hair together like a bun felt too heavy almost?). It's clear when she's able to -- like on Bespin -- she opts for styles other than the crown braids, so I figure she probably does actually find some joy in styling her hair and taking care of it properly when she can.

Chewie: Industrial-sized shampoo aside, I think Chewie probably has some Wookiee-specific products meant to keep his hair (or, at least the hair nearest his face) in decent shape most of the time. He probably combs it pretty regularly to keep it from getting matted. I like to think that, if he were home, he'd have a more established routine, but his life as it is with Han, he does his best to keep everything at least unmatted and mostly clean.

Trick or treat!

[nobodysdaydreams]

Crack/Crangst idea you want to share?

Once again, a perfect anon, because in anticipation of Star Wars Day, my brain came up with a crack Star Wars AU and now I have an excuse to share it (it’s more crack than Crangst, but I hope you like it!)

This crack au features Anakin and Palpatine as semi-problematic grandparents in an au where Anakin never turns, but Palpatine is never discovered and keeps evilly plotting and cloning himself a son while Anakin and Padme raise their family together. Eventually, Anakin and Padme become grandparents to Ben and Palpatine becomes Rey’s problematic boomer grandpa who shows up at his son’s house on Jakku holidays in order to try to bribe is granddaughter with presents to get her to join the darkside.

Details of this AU include the following in no particular order:

Palpatine cloning himself a son and asking everyone not to question who the boy is or where he came from

Anakin and Padme congratulate Palpatine on his son. Even though Palpatine is fuming because his son is powerless but of course Anakin’s children are some of the most powerful in the galaxy, he has to pretend to be a good father, for the sake of public appearances. He’s really bad at it.

Palpatine initially plans on naming his son “clone attempt 53” or something until his advisors tell him it will look bad if he doesn’t give his son an actual name. Palpatine lazily picks the first name he thinks of and then forgets it and continuously calls his son by the wrong name.

Palpatine’s adult son has to give his dad multiple talks about boundaries and why he shouldn’t be telling his ten-year-old granddaughter Sith legends as bedtime stories

Palpatine (reading a bedtime story to five year old Rey): “Tell me child, have you ever heard of the tragedy of Darth Plageuis the wise? It’s not a story your weak and powerless father would tell you.”

Rey’s Father (yelling from the hallway): “Dad, you know I can hear you, right?”

When it comes to Rey, Palpatine is thrilled that his creepy evil Sith experiments FINALLY created a grandchild with the power he desires, only to discover that power comes with a force bond to, you guessed it, another Skywalker. (Palpatine’s hatred for the Skywalker family grows with every passing generation he fails to turn to the dark side).

Han would for sure make a comment about Sheev being old and say something like “isn’t it weird this guy never seems to die even though he was like super old when Anakin was a kid? And how does he randomly have a son? Where did that guy even come from?” These comments drive Palpatine crazy, but Han is Leia Organa (or Leia Skywalker in this AU)’s husband so he gets away with it. (Also Han regularly almost exposes Palpatine’s plans by making casual jokes. This is not on purpose, Han has no clue what’s going on, and he just sort of roams around the senate building while his wife is in meetings causing trouble and speaking out of turn without a care in the world, but Palpatine grows weary of him and constantly has to change his plans because he thinks Han must be onto him but really Han is just snooping around cause he’s bored).

To Palpatine’s utter disappointment, Rey loves the Jedi. An elderly Anakin specifically takes her under his wing, as she reminds him of a young Ashoka. Plus they both grew up in poverty on a desert planet (because Rey’s dad moved out as soon as he could) so I think they’d have a lot to talk about. I can see Anakin showing up to Luke’s Jedi school specifically to take the kids on fun and dangerous missions and Luke can’t say anything against it because it’s his own dad doing this. I like to imagine Anakin and Rey, impulsive little sand orphans that they are, running around on Jedi missions getting messy and ruining their clothes while Padme and Ben (who would bond over their love of fashion and dramatically stylish capes) always look like they’re trying to be on the cover of a fashion magazine. Also you can’t tell me Padme wouldn’t dress her little grandson, baby Benny, up in the cutest little outfits.

Little Ben, Finn, and Rey go to Jedi training together and Palpatine tries his best to get Rey to spill secrets on Luke and his other students to figure out how to turn them. He teaches her to use force lightening and tries to get her to use it against her classmates but instead Rey teaches her new trick to her friends, who accidentally zap Palpatine in the face. He is not amused. Han accidentally makes jokes about his appearance at a senate meeting in front of a microphone that was left on.

In a last ditch desperate effort to get his apprentice, Palpatine invites himself to Luke’s Jedi school, and when Luke is distracted, he tries to bribe Ben, Rey, and Finn into joining the dark side using the promise of things kids like, including toys and candy. He tried the same thing with Luke and Leia when they were young and it fails both times

There is a point where everyone (eventually) figures out Palpatine is evil, but by then, Palpatine is so old and out of it, it doesn’t really matter. There’s one time where he dramatically tries to stand up and take the energy from Rey and Ben’s force bond at a family party, but then his old man knees give out and he topples over and falls asleep in his chair. I’m not much of a Reylo shipper, but I do think it would be funny if he tried this during the objections portion of their wedding and Poe and Finn have to awkwardly and uncomfortably escort him out like wedding bouncers. I also think it would be funny if during this he yelled something like “Fools! I am all the Sith!” or “You will find that it is YOU who are mistaken!” or “Stand together�� die together!” with zero context and shoots forth the teeniest weakest little flash of force lightening he can muster and everyone just writes him off as being an old person who’s starting to lose it.

Might add more later but I hope this finds its target audience.

[erosmutt]

🐖 once again talking about Harrison Ford.

BUT

Imagine riding older Han, his wrinkled hand against reader’s skin hips as reader rides him. He doesn’t have the same energy as he did when he was younger but he can still whisper, give sweet little nicknames and tease the reader. :3

-🐖

hnnnmmghh, nngh hnngh

⠀★⠀⠀─⠀⠀WRITTEN BY EROSMUTT 25.01.28

"mmh, kriff," Han hisses, looking up at you as you wrap your hand around his cock, giving him a few strokes and teasing your entrance with his tip before sinking down onto him with a moan. "Han," you whine, bracing yourself with your hands on his chest. you expect him to do like he used to - to grab your hips and pound up into you, but he isn't, he's just relaxed, letting you do the work.

"jus' like that baby," he grunts. the veins in his hands are much more prominent with his old age, and you find yourself putting your hands over his, fingertips caressing them beneath his thin skin. you take one hand and put it on your hip, and put the other on your chest, coaxing him to play with your nipple. you bounce on him, teeth gently sinking into your lower lip. "like this?" you ask, and he nods, grey-streaked hair falling into his face. "yeah, oh yeah, doin' so good, sweetheart," he moans.

you're being gentle, and it's a bit insulting to him. now that he's old, he can't fuck like he used to. it's a fact, yes, but just because it's a fact doesn't mean he has to accept it. "harder, baby, i want you to ride me, not just sit there lookin' pretty. think i can't handle it, sugar?" he asks, irritation laced in his tone no matter how hard he tries to hide it. you giggle, hands feeling up and down his hairy chest as you slowly and carefully rock yourself onto his cock. "i thought you would need some spice to get it up. guess not," you tease. Han narrows his eyes a bit, knowing he can't do anything about your smart mouth from his position.

"i haven't touched spice in ages, and i sure as hell don't need it to fuck you." he winks. you roll your eyes. "you're hardly the one doing the fucking, if you've forgotten." he sighs and sits himself up, arm wrapping around you before turning you onto your back, laying you underneath him. "oh, i'll show you." he promises.

[chaos-monkeyy]

Hello! I am trying to get better at asking people about things they make regardless of itemized lists. Therefore:

Of your favourite characters, who do you reckon is most likely to

A) Start a pirate radio station

B) Accidentally be elected leader of a made up country

And

C) Buy a haunted house ?

This is so much fun, thank you 😂😍 I'm gonna go with...

A) Han Solo - just cause he's apparently all respectable these days doesn't mean he can't try and do something about the terrible music tastes of the new generation of space pirates. Kids these days, honestly.

B) John Sheppard, because then he'd be like "...damn it, not again. at least it wasn't a real made-up country this time I guess.."

C) .... Navani Kholin. If it is haunted it'll give her a chance to actually study these so-called 'ghostspren' that never have solid reliable records, and if it isn't haunted, well. Doesn't hurt to have a private getaway location for oneself and someone special for a little quality time, undisturbed.

[cutestcouch]

Han solos fav sex positions?? I neeeedd to know 😭

Oh God yes so

Doggystyle immediately, in front of a mirror specially with him forcing your gaze into it

FULL NELSON LIKE HELLO?? AND HE’D BE SO ROUGH

cowgirl but loves reverse cowgirl cause he can see your ass jiggle

Mating press and bearhug 🫦

Pile driver (google it) , I think he’d like the more exotic positions too

[jimmyjimjimjimmy]

Who had a more humiliating defeat by the hands of Han Solo?

[stillsolo]

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why aren't we roleplaying? ♧ - i’m like? so lazy? and haven’t like? replied in like? forever?

               aerielle pls u r on hiatus. we're on break!!!!!

[rainintheevening]

for five sentence fic ask: star wars, blaster

Han saw the helmet fall away, brought his blaster up as his feet found their purchase on the catwalk, thumb reassuring him the setting was not on 'stun'.

"You killed my son!" and it was a raw, broken shout, a cry with more pain than anger, as his finger flexed over the hairpin trigger.

Tall black shadow rose, swirled round with smoke and plasma streams, turned pale face and dark eyes toward him, and he froze, heart faltering into silence with a last broken little thump, ruthless smuggler seeking vengeance melting away leaving only the worn out once-but-still father in its place.

"No," said the voice of the past, of his dreams, "I was your son."

The blaster wavered, dipped, fell away.