﹙pairing﹚︰ TRAILER PARK LANDLORD!Orson x TENANT'S DAUGHTER!Reader
﹙synopsis﹚︰ Your mom has been gone all week, off with her boyfriend, and that left you alone, scrambling to come up with the money for your landlord, Orson. You knew that he would come knocking sooner or later, and you've been desperately calling your mom but of course, she won't fucking pick up. So, you scrape together the rent yourself—but it still isn't enough. He wants his payment, and he's going to get it.
﹙notes﹚︰ Requested by my darling boy @schizo-toddhoward! Everybody welcome Krennic to the Star Wars Trailer Trash AU. Also, not my best work :( Divider by @hyuneskkami, thank you!
"I don't have it all, Mr. Krennic, but here's half of it."
You stand in the doorway of the trailer, anxiously tapping the envelope full of money against your thigh that has 'rent' written on the front messily. Mr. Krennic—Orson Krennic, your landlord—stands before you, his arms crossed. "You never have it all, do you?" He asks almost tauntingly. "Let me see," he snatches the envelope and opens it, pulling the money out and looking down at it. He counts it out. Three hundred. Barely half.
Orson watches you for a moment as he stuffs the money back into the envelope. "C'mere, love, walk with me." He motions for you to come from the doorway and with him. Hesitantly, you oblige, closing the screen behind yourself and coming down the steps. Orson throws an arm around your shoulders, pulling you into his side as the two of you fall in step, and he guides you around the back of the trailer, away from prying eyes. He could have just... come inside, now that you think about it.
Once the two of you have a modicum of privacy, he lets go of you and shoves you against the outer wall of the trailer. "I have told you, time and time again, that you and your mother will be evicted if you keep this up. I've been gracious, have I not?" He hisses, stepping forward and slamming his hand occupied with the envelope against the wall beside your head, making you whimper. "Yes, I told her! I told her—" he cuts you off by gripping your face with his free hand, squishing your cheeks. "Stop talking." He whispers. "I want my money, love, and I am going to get it, one way or another."
Your breath hitches as you look up at him. "I-I'm sorry, I tried to call her! She—" he presses his thumb to your bottom lip, messing with it. "I know. I know you did, but right now, I've come to collect. Now turn around, love." Obeying, you turn the other way and put your hands up against the wall. You've seen how he looks at you, especially when you wear those short little shorts that ride up your thighs as you walk, the ones you definitely wear to get the attention of men . . . or maybe just his.
"Open your mouth," he mutters, and as soon as you do so, he shoves the envelope into it. "Hold that there for me, love," his hands go to work on your shorts, unfastening them and yanking them down your legs. He raises his eyebrows. "No panties? You are a little whore, aren't you?" A hard smack lands on your ass. "Aren't you?" Another smack. You shake your head adamantly, swallowing down a whimper. "No, 'm not, sir,"
Orson presses a gentle kiss to your neck, the sound of his belt coming undone and fabric rustling ringing in your ears. "Are you on the pill, love?" You shake your head, biting down onto the envelope as you feel the head of his cock teasing your cunt. "No, 'm not," he smiles against your skin. "Good," he murmurs, "I'll throw the plan B in on your little payment. No charge." Oh, how thoughtful of him. Your sharp retort dies in your throat as he sheathes his length inside of you, pushing in nice and slow.
"Ohh, fuck," he groans against your neck, hands finding your hips and digging into the flesh. "Atta girl, fuck it back on me," he murmurs, guiding you back onto his cock, and he thrusts forward, meeting you halfway. He glances around before focusing back on you, biting his lip, mesmerized by the way your ass jiggles with every meeting of his hips against it.
He brings you as far back against him as he can, making your hands nearly slip. "Fuck, hahh, little cunt feels so good around me, love," you moan around the envelope, getting it wet with drool, grabbing at the dusty wall of the trailer. You both have to keep quiet—you can hear your neighbors moving about, dogs barking and bounding around, you can smell beer as it's cracked open and cigarettes as they're being lit. God, you really are trailer trash.
You're pulled out of your thoughts by a sharp thrust that kisses that spot inside you so good, making you moan a bit loudly before his hand comes around you to grip your throat. "Shut up, 'less you wan' everybody to hear what a little whore you are, bribing your landlord with this pretty little ass?" He chuckles mocklingly under his breath, his hand leaving your throat to rest on your hip yet again. You shake your head, trying to keep your moans quiet, drool spilling down your chin. "hhh, nngh— mm-mm," you finally respond.
His hips stutter and he cums inside of you with a deep groan, tongue darting out of his mouth to lick his lips. He pulls out of you with a lewd squelch and grins in satisfaction, tucking himself back into his jeans. You stand up straight and tug your shorts up, fastening them again as you turn to face him. He snatches the envelope out of your mouth and uses the back of his hand to wipe the drool off your chin before wiping it off on his shirt. "Now, love, you know what'll happen if you keep fuckin' about, yeah?"
You nod, fixing your hair that got frizzy from your sweating. "Thank you Mr. Krennic." He gives your arm a pat, presses a quick kiss to your cheek. "You should be thankful." He murmurs in your ear before pulling away and turning and walking off. You mentally curse your mom as you make your way back up the steps and into the trailer, slamming the doors closed. You'll have to be ready next time he comes to collect—maybe you'll wear some lacy panties and some perfume next payday.
⠀★⠀⠀─⠀⠀WRITTEN BY EROSMUTT JUL 20TH 2025. DO NOT PLAGIARIZE, TRANSLATE, OR POST TO OTHER PLATFORMS. IF YOU'RE INSPIRED BY THIS WORK, CREDIT & TAG ME! I'D LOVE TO READ WHAT YOU'VE WRITTEN!
I DONT MAKE THE RULES BUT SNORTING A LINE OF SPICE OFF HAN’S COCK
aaehehehahehe
"c'mon now sweetheart," han chuckles, one of his hands tangled loosely in your hair. you're on your knees before him, looking at his cock in awe. you had this idea and stupidly blurted it out - of course he would oblige, he's down to try anything once. can i snort it off your cock? you asked so sweetly, he had no choice but to give in. "don't be embarrassed now."
you admire the sparkling powder lining his cock that twitches every so often, some of the spice spilling off it with the movement. with sudden daring, you lean forward and close your eyes, pressing one nostril closed as you snort the line off his cock before moaning in satisfaction. han bites his lip, watching as you move in front of him and take his tip in your mouth, gradually taking more and more of him until your nose is buried against the bush of pubes at the base of his cock.
once you pull back off, han grins, the hand previously tangled in your hair moving to give your cheek a little stroke. "that's it, even cleanin' up your mess. so good f'me, aintcha?"
Sucking old man Han’s dick 😵💫 Sucking old man Han’s dick 😵💫 Sucking old man Han’s dick 😵💫 Sucking old man Han’s dick 😵💫 S-
OH MY GOD??? different divider for harrison month.
"ohh," older!han moans, stroking your hair as you sit back on your heels before him. his cock is in your mouth, your hands are resting on his thighs. back when he was younger, he would have no issue holding your hair and fucking your skull, but now? he's too old for that, it's time for you to do all the work.
you look up at him through your lashes, a soft giggle leaving you around his shaft. he looks down at you, that same infuriating smirk plastered on his face. "what's so funny, mm? you makin' fun of me, sweetheart?" you pull off him and lick your lips. "no," you shake your head. "'m jus' admiring you, captain." you murmur before going right back to it, taking his tip in your mouth before taking the whole thing.
his head falls back and his brow knits together, lips parting in pleasure. "shit, keep going, keep going," he moans, his fingers tangling in your hair. "fuck yes," his deep voice reaches your ears, a warmth pooling in your tummy. you want so badly to abandon sucking him off, to plant yourself on his boot and hump him until you get yourself off, but you can't, not when he's gazing down at you so expectantly.
you go slow until the hand tangled in your hair forces you down, making you whimper. "c'mon now, just because i'm old doesn't mean i can't take it." he chuckles before thrusting his hips upwards, thoroughly surprising you. "hhghk," you shut your eyes, taking the hint and bobbing your head quickly. "mhm, atta... nngh, jus' like that, sweetheart," he grunts, guiding you up and down.
his stamina isn't as great as it once was, so he cums a bit quicker than you anticipated, and you make a noise as white ropes spurt down the back of your throat, making you swallow it down. you look up at him and smile. "it's okay, captain," you reassure. "we can always go another round whenever you need me."
OK I KNOW IM LATE BUT dad!Han Solo’s dick for Father’s Day because you forgot to give him a present
giggling like an idiot behind my screen rn ehehehehe
dad!han x daughter!reader┊incest, meanie han, rough sex, horrible writing
you treated today like any other day. just a passing acknowledgement, a soft "happy father's day" while your dad was making his morning coffee was enough for you, but apparently not for him.
laying in bed on your tummy, legs bent, ankles crossed and swaying back and forth, your fingers dancing along the page of your book, you're content, not expecting anything to happen. that is until you hear heavy footsteps approaching your room, an even heavier knock on the door, then your father comes into your room, his large frame taking up the doorway as he crosses his arms.
"couldn't even spare a couple bucks for a present, eh?"
you look up from your book, a slight pout on your lips. "huh?" it seems you forgot what today was. he makes his way over to you and sits down beside you, a heavy hand coming to rest on your back. "i don't know. a cheap mug, maybe even a few dandelions from the yard like you used to do," he continues. you perk up, remembering. it's father's day! "oh... um, i didn't think you wanted anything, you're kinda just... here, lately. nothing much going on. you didn't ask me for anything."
he stares down at you, making your cheeks flush. "dad," you close your book. han gets up onto the bed and grabs your hips, pulling your ass up and just barely against his crotch. "don't appreciate me, huh? is that it? is dad not doin' enough for ya? well then, lemme show you," he grabs your shorts by the waistband and yanks them down over your ass and down your thighs, making you gasp in surprise, "just how much i can do."
han takes himself out of his jeans and reaches in front of you, holding his hand out. "spit." you do so, and he takes it, smearing your saliva all over his cock before lining himself up with your entrance and pushing in, making you moan and hug the pillow beneath you. "dad," you whine, his fat cock stretching you out. "dad what?" he asks, his hands holding your hips as he starts thrusting, throwing his head back.
"dad!" you exclaim again, shutting your eyes and biting your lip as he pounds you into the mattress, little whimpers and strained moans leaving your mouth. "fuck, harder," he can't help but grin at your request. "yeah? harder? always askin' for more," he leans down over you and kisses your cheek, making you whimper at the sensation of his nose brushing against your sensitive neck. "always gotta make it all about you, huh? even on daddy's special day, you're the one gettin' fucked."
you whine, pushing yourself back against him in time with his thrusts. "nngh, nhnn," you nod, looking up at him over your shoulder. "'m sorry, din' even get you a present," he chuckles, gripping your hips tighter. "yeah, you fuckin' should be sorry," he kisses your jawline. "but i forgive you, 'cause i get to fuck this pretty little cunt," he kisses your neck. "and that's the best gift i could've asked for."
I need to watch Rouge One and Andor but my weakness is old Australian men with gray hair. So Krennic needs to watch out or else I’m gonna get freaky with him
What kind of crack does some Hayden fans smoke? This is a genuine question too.
I’m just an outsider looking in but like shouldn’t y’all be living happily and holding hands cause you all love the same 44 year old man?
Anyway, join the Harrison Ford fucker group. There’s like 3 other people here (myself included lol)
i wish i knew because oh my god. it's so incredibly weird and i don't understand. i just saw someone saying that they hate rachel (his ex) and her face and don't know how hayden could do it... buddy, there's a difference between holding someone accountable and being disrespectful. it's so weird. weird. weirdo behavior.
i think @grymghoul might be the president of the harrison ford fucker club (including old man harrison).
